Ron & Roddy 2: House of Cubs (Diapers)
It was sunny outside of town. The weather was perfect for me to visit Roddy at his home. I couldn't sleep for the past two nights because I was thinking about it. I was excited about visiting "daddy," but I kept thinking about the expense. It wouldn't leave my mind. Even my raging, hormonal urges could not prevent the math from being calculated in my head. He said I could stay at his place for as long as I wanted, but he would charge me fourty a day. It bothered me because I felt I was obligated to pay a third of my paycheck every day just to see him. I couldn't figure it out, but I thought it would be best to analyze my surroundings there before committing to such a heavy financial burden.
As I drove to Roddy's house, I joked with myself. "I'm supposed to be a baby," I said as I tilted my rearview mirror. "I'm not supposed to think of math!" No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't toss aside my adult sense and sensibility. I hoped that Roddy would teach me how to regress, and get me to be the person that I wanted to be. I enjoyed driving in my thick diaper, bright blue t-shirt and cargo shorts. I made that this time, I was dressed for the part.
There was a bumpy, dirt road that led straight to his house. His property stretched out for several acres, and it was surrounded with trees, and fields of short grass. I turned into his driveway, and parked my car to the side of his large two-story house, which looked like a stylish, contemporary log cabin with a black trim. I was surprised by how nice the house looked. Given that he was a manager of a very popular gym, I figured that Roddy was making a good salary so he could afford the house and the upkeep. I stood in the doorway with my blue backpack of supplies, and rang the doorbell. I heard some frantic footsteps running toward me, and some locks clicking. The door opened, and I was greeted by a youthful-looking roo in a tie-dye t-shirt and purple-colored disposable diaper.
"Sweet, Ron is here!" exclaimed the roo, who stumbled toward me clumsily as he tried to hug me. I opened my arms and caught him just in time before he could land on his face. I patted him on the back, nuzzled him briefly, and let him go. Once he regained his footing, he chuckled. "Aye, I get a little excited sometimes, y'know?" he said, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm Derrick, by the way."
I shook his paw. "Nice to meet you, Derrick. I noticed you know my name, so I assume Roddy filled you in already?"
"Yep!" replied Derrick as his long tail slapped the ground. "Daddy's cleanin' up the living room."
"He didn't have to clean up for me."
"Ah, well, he needed to remove all the fingerpaint and building blocks from the floor. It was a mess, but a fun mess."
Derrick showed me around the house. After entering, I walked into the living room, which had high, vaulted ceilings and walls decorated with cub drawings and paintings. In one corner of the room, there was a series of blankets and towels that were placed in front of a large-screen television. The television was part of a small entertainment center complete with video games, DVDs, and VHS tapes. There were some chairs facing the television as well. In the middle of the living room, there was a ball pit that doubled as an inflatable trampoline with an 100-inch jumping platform. It covered most of the living room. The cub side of me wanted to dive into the balls. There were also stairs that went up to a second floor.
The kitchen was average-sized with modern appliances and stainless steel counter tops. On the kitchen counter was three empty pizza boxes, and several liters of soda scattered around. There was also a mixing bowl that was obviously used to prepare a large salad. I was getting hungry just from smelling the pizza that continued to linger in the air. Derrick made things worse by opening the fridge, and showing me all the snacks that were available from cheeseburgers to hot dogs to french fries and onion rings.
The dining room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, was one of the smaller rooms of the house. There were two pairs of normal chairs and high-chairs for those who preferred to be "cubby" at the table. The room was decorated like an old-fashioned 1950s diner complete with a vintage jukebox and growing red letters that read, "Daddy's Diner." The dining room table, itself, was a bit messy as it had several dirty paper plates with uneaten pizza crust and salad. The area looked busy, but I liked what I saw.
Derrick took me to see one of the two bedrooms downstairs. I bumped into Roddy in one of the bedrooms, which had a blue, boy-ish theme. Roddy was preparing the crib, and lowered the bars so he could replace the sheets and the disposable underpad underneath. Once he was finished, he came up to me and rubbed my headfur playfully.
"This is your room, Ron," he told me. "To your left are the drawers and cabinets full of the necessary supplies. There's diapers, of course. There's wipes, powder, lotion, towels -- you name it! It's there."
"But we didn't talk about payment yet," I interrupted.
"I wouldn't worry about it, Ron," he said, shaking his head.
"Oy!" exclaimed the roo, who was standing in the doorway behind me. "Daddy says he thinks you're cute, and says he'll let you stay this weekend for free."
"Roos spoil surprises. I should have known," Roddy cackled. "Always, always."
I smiled, and felt relieved. "Thank you, I appreciate it."
"I figure that, well, I would like to get to know you on a personal level. That's not to say that I don't treat everyone like my little boys, but I am looking for a relationship. You're young, but you're well-adjusted for your age, and you got some spunk. I like that, so I'll give you a 'free trial' of sorts, or maybe a discount, or something more meaningful. We'll see," said Roddy.
"Don't see anything wrong with that! And what about the bathroom? I noticed that there's one right across the hallway."
"The basic rule is this: no toilet use. House guests, who don't observe the rules, can use the toilet. There's a bath and shower. I can break out the bubble bath, too, if that's what you want. But no, no toilets."
This was the first time -- in my entire life -- that I was told to not use the toilet. After browsing the web, I found articles about "toilet de-training," but the concept seemed so surreal to me and yet diapers seemed so natural for me to use. In that regard, my mind was like one giant paradox. Infantilism was something that has always intrigued me since I was a young cub, but I couldn't fathom letting go completely. I was always waiting for the other shoe to fall, the consequences of sacificing my adult thinking to satisfying my youthful whims. Even when I soiled my diaper at the gym a few days earlier, I kept thinking, "I'm not supposed to be doing this," but by the time I returned back home, I realized, "I'm not supposed to be doing this, but I like it." It was clear to me that I could let my guard down at Roddy's place, even if it was for one weekend.
"OK, so only house guests can use the toilet. So I can presume that you wear diapers too?" I asked.
Roddy unbuckled and loosened his belt, and pulled his jeans down. He pushed his boxers don't to his feet, and showed me his diaper. I knew it all along! His diaper was clearly wet. The diaper was thick, and the front of it had a faint yellow tint with wrinkles pointing to where most of the liquid was kept. I walked up to Roddy to check his diaper up close but Derrick stopped me. He told me, "Daddy doesn't let anyone else change his diaper. He only allows people he trusts to change him."
"Derrick's right," said Roddy. "I'm 'daddy,' you know. That's the role I play. That's the role I'm happy with. If someone were to sweep me off my feet, I'd make the diaper changes a mutual thing."
I took what Derrick and Roddy said as a challenge; a challenge that I immediately accepted. I was interested in being in a relationship with an older male. Roddy was handsome, charismatic, and didn't leave the impression that I was being used or coddled. Other than meeting with him in a fetish context, he seemed perfectly normal and level-headed. In contrast, I was always head-strong, outspoken, and generally wild. I felt I had to "grow up" when I was around him while learning to live a life of a toddler with fewer adult responsibilities. I felt that these goals were conflicting, but I wasn't going to allow it to dominate my consciousness.
"It's neat that you wear diapers," I told Roddy.
"You shouldn't be that surprised. After all, we're all cubs here. I just happen to like taking care of other cubs. Speaking of cubs, are you padded up or need a change or somethin'?" he asked.
"I'm padded up, and dry at the moment. That will all change soon enough," I said following a sinister chuckle.
"So yeah. Take off your shorts, get comfortable, and meet the rest of the gang."
Derrick and Roddy left me alone in my room. As soon as I heard the door shut, I threw off my shorts, and walked around in my t-shirt and diaper. I had to take in my surroundings. I got down on all fours and crawled around. The carpet felt so cozy. I wanted to roll around and study everything from an infant's perspective, but I didn't finish touring the place. I wanted to suck my thumb and play with firetrucks, but there were other obligations. "Damn!" I thought.
I rose to my feet and wandered back out to the living room. There was a tall, menacing-looking black gorilla who looked like the star quarterback of a professional football team. I didn't think he was one of the "cubs" until I looked down by his waist and saw his diaper. He was speaking to Derrick in a soft and smoky voice. He didn't seem to have an intimidating personality. Otherwise, he'd turn me into a tiger pancake!
Derrick saw me before I hid in a corner of the living room. "Come on over, Ron. Don't be shy."
I wandered over to the ball pit where Derrick and the gorilla were talking. I broke the ice and said, "Hi!" to the gorilla. He turned around, gave me a toothy grin, and gave me a hug. That was unexpected.
"Nice to meet you, tiggy. I'm Jerry!"
I was being suffocated by the gorilla's strong hug. The only words I could muster while my head was buried in his chest was, "Nice to mmmf you, Juurry."
Jerry released me from his hug. "Did you just call me Jury?"
I coughed up a small hairball of gorilla hair. "No, 'Jerry.' Had a mouthful of gorilla hair, don't mind me."
Jerry laughed nervously. "Oh, sorry about that. Just like meeting new folks."
Jerry was muscular and was definitely a member of Roddy's gym. He was someone who I saw in the locker room where Roddy changed me. He walked past me with a towel wrapped around his waist. That night, I remember him smiling and nodding at me as my diaper was being changed. It was difficult to look at him directly at first, but then again, I was so distracted by the unusual circumstances, most of the smaller things -- to be concerned about -- washed away in the excitement. Most of it was a blur, but he was one of a few faces that I recognized.
He told me that he wasn't from the area. He was from out of state, and visits Roddy's house four times a year. As it turned out, Jerry was incontinent and had become incontinent after receiving a spinal injury that abruptly ended his college football career. He corrected my presumption of him, and said he was a defense linebacker, not a quarterback. His career ended after he experienced a hard collision with another player of the opposing team. He left the field on a stretcher with a rupture of his spinal cord. He was able to have successful surgery, and had recovered for the most part, but the doctors told him he could no longer play football. Even with physical rehabilitation, he had nerve damage, which affected how his urinary system worked. It had been two years since he had surgery, and he was optimistic about the overall outcome.
I never met anyone who was actually incontinent before. I had to watch what I said when he was around, especially because I didn't want to trivialize his incontinence by openly trying to be incontinent or incontinent-like. He had lost the ability to achieve his dream of becoming a professional football player. He told me that Roddy had been like a father and a confidant that helped him reach the acceptance stage of being incontinent and being unable to play football. He met up with Roddy after finding out information about him when he typed "incontinence counseling" in a search engine.
"I could be a football coach," he mused. "Like you don't have to play football to be one. Or better yet, I could be like a defense coordinator and line up the plays. That would be cool."
"Yeah. Now that's thinking outside of the box!" I encouraged him.
"I got a plan for myself, and I feel great because of it," said Jerry with a pleasant sigh.
"Hey Derrick, how many 'cubs' stop by here on average?" I asked.
Derrick looked up at the ceiling for a moment to calculate. "I'd say... about five or six people on average. This weekend, we have four people that daddy is taking care of: me, you, Jerry, and I. Mick and Steven are at work right now, and will be coming back after their shifts are over... around eight-ish or nine. They come back late, but daddy makes them go to bed as soon as they come home."
"Wow, we have a full house here," I commented.
"True, and we're never bored," added Jerry.
While we were talking, my eyes studied the living room. It was a festive sight, and I was glad to be part of it. I kept looking at the stairs because I didn't see the second floor yet. I was curious about what's up there. I let my curiosity take over, and I slowly drifted toward the stairs. I turned around briefly to see Jerry and Derrick talking to each other, and suddenly I noticed the back of Jerry's diaper was leaking and a small stream of piss was running down his leg.
"Hey Jerry, you're leaking," I told him. Jerry's eyes got big. He first looked at the front of his diaper, which wasn't leaking. He felt his diapered rear and felt the dampness. He cursed at himself with a whisper, and Derrick tried not to laugh.
"My, my. You need a change," said Derrick.
"Shit. Looks like it, yeah. I don't know how many times I've wet. Where's Roddy?"
"I think he went upstairs to watch some TV," Derrick replied. "The panther needs a break, but... Hey, uh, Ron? Are you good at changing diapers?"
"As far as changing my own diapers, yes," I answered frantically. I hesitated to volunteer.
"You should change Jerry. Consider it part of your initiation," said Derrick, poking my side playfully with his elbow.
My heart was beating fast. I didn't know what to do at first. "OK, uh... fetch a towel over there. I'll lay him down here. If you can get me his diapers. I-I don't know his size. I'm guessing large, right? Yeah, large. Derrick, where's the powder and wipes?"
Derrick raced into my room to fetch the baby powder and wipes. Jerry told me his diapers were located in his room up the stairs. As I raced up the stairs, he told me to take the second door to the right once I reached the hallway. Without taking any time to look around, I pushed the door open and walked into his bedroom. I looked around, and noticed the room looked exactly like mine, except it was pink and girly-themed. On the floor, I found a stack of thick disposable diapers, took one, and ran back down the stairs. Jerry was already on his back and laying still. While on the floor, he waved me over, and gave me the thumbs up as a signal that he was ready -- but I wasn't!
The first thing I did was unfastened the tapes on the front and stretched the diaper out. The inner-front side of the diaper was completely yellow, thick, and it had a strong musky odor: an indication that he wet several times or a few too many. I have to admit, though, that I enjoyed the scent since it was different than my own. Before I found some momentum, I got splashed by a new stream of piss that poured out of the tip of his shaft. At first, I thought I was being punked, but the horrified expression on his face defused that assumption. He was incontinent: I briefly forgot that. Instinctively, I used the front part of his dirty diaper as a shield, and held it over his member as a shield. I could feel that part of the diaper getting more and more damp in my paws as he wet it.
"I'm so, so sorry," Jerry quivered.
"No, no. Don't apologize. I should get used to this, anyway. It's on-the-job training." I chuckled, and relaxed my shoulders. "You sure are a leaky faucet, though."
"That's what I'm told," he said smiling.
Derrick came back to the scene of the crime with a bottle of baby powder in one hand and a large baby wipe in another. As soon as Jerry's bladder was fully emptied, I continued the changing process and hoped that there wouldn't be any more accidents. I was, however, exposed to the mushy brown present that Jerry left in the back of his diaper. I gagged and covered my mouth as I quickly removed the rest of the diaper from underneath. I raised my index finger, and told Jerry to "wait a second." I took a deep breath, and started wiping him with the baby wipe. Sweat was dripping from my forehead. I could feel the perspiration. It was from anxiety. I tried to slow down my movements to make sure I was doing everything that I was supposed to do.
"I take it you never diapered someone else before?" asked Derrick while he stood and watched me change Jerry.
"No, I haven't. It's like... I know how to do it, but to actually do it is just, you know, strange at first."
"You're doing good so far, Ron" Jerry complimented.
"Thanks. Appreciate it."
After wiping him down and sprinkling baby powder over his groin, I took the new diaper and put it on him. There was some trial and error with adjusting the diaper tapes, but after a minute I was finally able to make the diaper tight on all sides. Before I could say, "All done!" Jerry sat up and smiled. He thanked me. While I was on my knees, which was the position I was in while changing his diaper, Jerry hugged me. This time, however, the hug was more gentle, and I was ready for it. He ended up tackling me to the ground playfully, and I fell down to the floor with a loud thud. While laying on the floor, I felt Jerry lean up against me and massage my shoulders. I purred happily and curled my tail. I was so content, I started to feel sleepy. Something was telling me to just go with it and sleep -- and so I did.
Using Jerry's chest as a pillow, I rested my head on him and was about to close my eyes while I heard footsteps going down the stairs. I lifted my head up to see Roddy smiling back at me. He clapped his paws in approval before yawning and stretching. Derrick walked over and threw a soft blanket on top of us, which we gladly accepted. It was our afternoon naptime, and I felt accomplished. I deserved that nap.