The Tops (Diapers)
The concert was going to start at seven, and rehearsals were about to close three hours before the show. Touring crews for the band, The Tops, were scrambling in an attempt to get everything in working order before the live show began. Two crew members perused through the backstage rider of the band. They giggled and pointed at the list as they wandered around backstage during their smoke break. "Take a look at this," said one of the crew, who pointed to one of the requests that was mentioned on the rider.
"It says diapers on here."
"Diapers?" asked the other crew member in disbelief.
"Yeah, that's crazy -- oh, but you think someone in the band has kids or something?"
"No, it says 'adult diapers,' specifically. Here's what it says: The Tops are accustomed to having a case of adult diapers (at least 68 count) for each week to ensure adequate, heavy protection on stage. Please be aware that security and crew are not allowed to discuss this provision in any form to the public. If discovered that a member of the crew has disclosed this provision to the public or media entities will be removed from the premises and have his/her duties relieved immediately."
"That's harsh." Both males cackled.
Robert Ronson, the lead singer, calmly walked over to the mischevious crew members -- and he knew exactly what they were giggling at. From behind, the deviant roo frontman tapped his crew on their shoulders. They turned around and looked at him as if they saw a ghost. They were speechless, and gasping for air when they realized who approached them.
"Guess you saw the diapers thing, huh?" asked Robert in his Liverpool British accent.
"Yeah, well, it's kind of weird, and -- I mean, whatever floats your boat. It's all good," said one of the crew members, feigning sincerity.
"What Mark was saying was, basically, 'Diapers? Really?'"
Robert laughed. "Of course, of course, mate. It's convenient, it's sexy -- and did I mention it was sexy? I think I did! Three cheers for being kinky! Whoa, why are you looking at me like that? I shower. I don't smell. You wouldn't know it. Actually, I just pissed myself now... like a lot, but see? You wouldn't know, but I told you -- and now you know. I'm telling you. Bathrooms are a thing of the past. It's like, you know... first there was a phone. Now there's an iPhone. First wires, now wireless. Bathrooms are so far away. Why walk to them? Wear a diaper. Feel the upgrade! Cut past the lines waiting for an open stall!"
The crew quietly walked away from Ronson. The roo yelled out to them and said, "They have benefits! You don't know what you're missing!"
Robert adjusted his leather jacket, sighed, and walked toward his dressing room. He flicked his long, black hair back over his head and opened the dressing room door. Inside, the rest of the band waited for him. The lead guitarist, Mick, sat on the couch in the dressing room, tuning his electric guitar while wearing an orange tanker shirt and a diaper. John, the bassist, also sported a diaper, but he was pulling up his pants over it and getting dressed in front of a mirror. Harry, the drummer, sat beside Mick and rubbed his diaper in a trance-like state. Once Robert entered, Harry quickly put on a shirt, but kept his pants down to his ankles. Everyone, in their own way, was getting ready for the show.
"You know the rules: no sex before the show!" Robert exclaimed. "But after the show? Totally different." He flashed a thumbs up.
"Ha! You give out the rules now?" said Mick. The black gorilla snickered, and stopped tuning his guitar.
"A-ha! Someone is questioning my authority. Do I sense a mutiny on this ship?" joked Robert. "Clean the poop deck, my minions!"
"Poop's already contained. Deck doesn't need sweeping!" said Harry while zipping up his fly. "Speaking of which..." The white labrador drummer felt the back of his diapered rear.
"Yes, yes, yes. Speaking of which, does anyone need to change before we head out there?" asked Robert, who pointed to the back door. "If it looks and smells like you're wearing a dirty diaper, people will tweet it -- or twittered, or whatever those twits do when they're not sending nudie pictures to each other. Like what is Twitter? A noise a cute bird makes when it blows chunks?"
Mick raised his hand. When everyone in the room noticed he raised his hand, the gorilla bit his lip and shifted his eyes. "I need a change, but I can do it myself," Mick declared.
"Where's the fun in that?" asked John. "I can do it." The otter rubbed his hands together, and smiled. "Hey Harry, can you take out a large one for me? It should be right beside you on the couch. Yeah, that's it! Toss it over here."
From across the room, Harry threw a clean diaper over to John. Harry looked over the couch armrest beside him to check on the remaining inventory. There was a cardboard case full of diapers containing three stacks covered in discreet, white packaging. Each stack represented a size: medium, large, and extra large. Once it was in his possession, John walked over to the couch and had Mick lay down. The otter playfully pushed Harry off the couch to make way for the large, diapered ape. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I'm a professional!" John cackled while Mick sprawled out on the couch, and stretched. Everyone else in the room gathered around, and pointed at Mick's diaper.
Mick was definitely wet. The diaper, which wrinkled and collapsed into the middle because of all the liquid it had to absorb, was mostly yellow and dark. Two sets of wetness indicators -- one thick, blue bar and several thin stipes beside it -- had almost disappeared completely. The gorilla's diaper was so soaked that it sagged two inches down from the crotch, and dangled freely between his legs. When John touched the front of his diaper, it felt warm -- almost toasty. The diaper was obviously used more than once, and he wet himself recently. The big guy was definitely in need of a change.
John slowly changed his friend, and savored every moment of it. When he unfastened the tapes that barely held the muscular ape's diaper together, he turned away at the sight of Mick's erection, which happily tilted up toward the ceiling. Mick's foreskin was moist, and dripping with perspiration. The otter slipped his hand underneath the aroused gorilla's shirt and rubbed his muscular chest. Mick took a deep breath, and calmed down. He let his erection settle down, and John took the opportunity to slip the clean diaper underneath his bandmate's bottom. The otter quickly fastened the new diaper's tapes, and tightened the diaper's grip around Mick's waist for a snug fit. John took the Mick's previous, heavily soaked diaper and tossed it in a large diaper pail nearby.
"Thanks John," said Mick, who stretched his arms, and sat upright. He reached for his jeans, which were on the floor, and started to put them on.
"No problem. Anyone else need a change before the show?" John asked the others in the room.
"Well, I could use a -- " said Robert.
"No! No! No!" John interrupted. "You're trouble!"
"You did say 'anyone else,' though, and I think I am likely qualified to belong in that category," Robert barked at John.
"Every time I change you, you leak on me -- and it's always on purpose!"
"On purpose?"
"On purpose, yes."
"I am incontinent, you know!"
"Oh, for Chrissake: shut up! We got a show to do," shouted Harry, who was now fully dressed. "Let's just do the set, have a good time, and argue later." Harry paced around the room, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the show to start.
"Oy, don't get too upset, Harry-boy! You might wet yourself!" Robert teased.
Finally, the band was ready to hit the stage. They rushed out to the stage, and greeted their fans. The Tops looked out to the audience, and saw thousands of fans who were waiting for the opening guitar riff. Everyone was clapping their hands in anticipation, and lit their lighters for upcoming power ballads. The mosh pits in the front rows were ready to mosh, and the people screamed out the names of their favorite songs and band players. Then, the lights dimmed. The show began, and the heavy bass shook the ground like a pleasant earthquake. The opening guitar riff got the crowd cheering, and once the drums came in, everyone in the audience was jumping up and down.
Robert strangled the microphone stand, waiting for his cue. Once the cue arrived, he belted out his first song of the night with his trademark, deep growl. The lights were flashing over the roo as he sang passionately into the microphone. Immediately, he tapped into the energy of the crowd, who was singing the words with him. "Baby, you were wrong, wrong, wrong," he screamed, while twirling the microphone like a baton in the air. He paused briefly to allow the drum solo to kick in. The drums were getting more intense so he wanted to capture the momentum by swinging his microphone over his head, and cement his reputation as a performer, not just a musician.
However, the handsome, charismatic roo had difficulty moving around on stage. Having forgotten to change, he moved around in his thick, dirty diaper. At first, the diaper felt good on him because it gave him some much-needed warmth during a cold, breezy evening. But then he felt sluggish, and he started to worry about having to go in his diaper again. After the end of his first song, he muttered the words, "Shit!" away from the microphone since he realized that the rest of the evening would be an uphill battle for him. If he were to wet his diaper, the diaper would likely leak, and the leakage would create a rather embarrassing scene for the energetic frontman. If he were to mess himself, his mobility would be restricted, and he wanted to be worth more than the price of admission.
At the same time, Robert was turned on with the idea of being so "dirty" in front of so many unsuspecting people. He could feel his arousal grazing against the wet, cushy contour of his padding. Even though the music was loud, and the crowd was cheering loudly, he could hear the crinkle as he took every step. For the next song of his set, Robert grabbed his crotch and squeezed it to the delight of his female fans, but his bandmates immediately knew that he wanted to sneak in a quick, suggestive squeeze. By feeling the thick, crinkling surface underneath his pants, he became energized. While he kept up his endurance for the show, he was slowly getting distracted by his sexual interests -- and the group took notice.
Harry was less concerned about leaks. The dog was situated nicely behind his large drum set. "Nobody can see a thing," he thought. Harry briefly forgot that the concert was being filmed and packaged for a DVD/Blu-Ray release later that year. He didn't notice cameras as he relieved himself. The canine felt his diaper sinking lower and lower before riding against the top of the stool he was sitting on. When one of the cameramen filming the performance zoomed around him from behind, Harry immediately became paranoid, and missed a few key snares. The perfectionist, veteran drummer was angry at himself for getting distracted. He decided to ignore the cameras and look out toward the audience. He quietly hoped that the cameras focused more on his skilled drum-playing than the half dollar-sized wetness that formed around his crotch.
Trying to maintain his professionalism, Harry sat up straight, and played the drums without bringing too much attention to himself. Only in between songs was when he could think. "I had to go anyway," he mused after performing the band's third song of the night. Being incontinent, he sympathized with the others who were self-conscious about their diapers on stage. Harry continued to play the drums, and squirm in his seat to make sure he was in a comfortable position. Nevertheless, he managed to shake the distractions and play without any hiccups after accepting the premise that he didn't have to wet for the next couple of hours.
Being the only non-incontinent member of the band, John was concerned about everyone's well-being. The otter was the sole caretaker of the band, and considered his bandmates to be his "soul brothers." He was always concerned about the "what if" situations that would arise from being padded on stage. John hoped that everyone would "focus on the prize" and not jump on stage diapered, but he was also aware of the consequences if they weren't. He was concerned especially for the frontman Robert, his love interest. Because he was such a vivacious personality, Robert had the most to lose if people found out that he wore diapers. "It would definitely be the end of him," thought John.
To John, most shows were like walking on burning coal. The band was highly charismatic, but dysfunctional, and at times self-destructive. Combining that behavior with an inconvenient medical condition, it was a recipe for disaster. But John also knew that the band would have never been formed had they not met in an incontinence support group. John had been a friend of Robert before he knew of the roo's medical condition. Once he found out, John encouraged Robert to network with others who shared his condition. Later, he sat with Robert at a meeting, and befriended the others. Over time, John warmed up to the idea of wearing diapers as a more "symbolic" gesture that he was "one of them," but the otter discovered that he actually liked wearing. To him, it was very therapeutic and satisfying. It was also a way to connect with Robert on a more intimate level.
Mick leaned against Robert's back on stage and played a heavy guitar solo that made the crowd wild. Robert had no problem with the gorilla stealing the show and commanding the stage, but it turned out to be problematic. Mick got caught in the momentum and shook his electric, fiery red guitar after he hammered on the power chords. He subsequently kneeled and jerked his head around as he played on the top frets of the guitar. When he stood up, his pants loosened up and he briefly flashed the audience with his diaper. He quickly pulled his pants back up, and made eye contact with some members of the audience, who had a puzzled expression on their faces. A few of them raised their cameraphones in the air to take pictures, and Mick nervously hopped away.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," the gorilla mumbled to himself as he wandered aimlessly on stage. Robert looked back at Mick, and noticed the gorilla was agitated. Once he shifted his eyes to Mick, Robert forgot to sing the words to one of his biggest hits, which caused the audience to boo thunderingly. The momentum quickly shifted into disarray as Harry missed his kick drum beat. Suddenly, before he could hit the snares, the drumsticks slipped out of his hands and flew in the air. The music stopped, and John rushed over to Robert to see if he was okay. Robert nodded, and felt his stomach grumbling.
It was bad timing, to say the least. Robert grabbed the microphone and started to apologize while he was rapidly filling his diaper. He had a huge mess, and it showed. The audience watched closely as they saw his rear quickly expand. For a moment, Robert felt bliss from messing his diaper, but the mess was so extensive that it created very noticeable clumps on his backside. Several members of the audience let out a very audible gasp, followed by laughter, which reverberated around the stadium where they were performing. In a moment of desperation, Robert felt his full seat and assessed the damage. He briefly looked up at a surprised audience in the front row, who knew exactly what happened. Robert gulped, looked around, and tried to breathe. When that didn't work, he closed his eyes and tried to formulate a plan for damage control. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, grabbed the microphone and shouted, "The potty's for pussies!"
To his surprise, the audience cheered. Robert realized that everyone is preoccupied with having a good time, and didn't care much that the entire band was in diapers. The audience's overarching concern was, "Can this band finish what they started?" and Robert answered with a long screech. The music kicked in, and the party continued as if nothing happened. Everyone was cheering wildly, and nobody could hear themselves think. The ecstasy of rock and roll was alive and well that night -- even though some diapers were dirty.
The Tops were able to finish their set without a hitch, and the cameras filming the entire concert remained at a safe distance from the musicians who experienced some "wardrobe malfunctions." After they played their final encore of the night, they calmly walked stage and headed straight to the dressing room where they were greeted with several bottles of beer neatly placed on a table in the middle of the room. Everyone helped themselves for a drink. Robert closed the door after announcing that "the real party" was about to start.