Singles: The Cycle (Patreon)

Hello, and welcome back to Singles, a series of very short stories.

On the outside, you blend right in with everyone else. You’re just another face in the crowd. You, too, are just another body on its way to work. In line for a coffee. Getting on the bus. Getting into an elevator.

But inside? You’re something very different, aren’t you?

If only they could see you for who you really were. You’d like that, I’m sure. Even if they didn’t.

They’re so close, aren’t they? Everytime you walk near someone, or step into a room with a group of strangers. The truth is right there, inches from their eyes. Their noses. Their ears. Yet, they remain oblivious. They’ll never see what they don’t know to look for.

Do you like that? Do you like having a little secret all to yourself?

You just get to waddle around in your diapers all day, and nobody else knows. Sometimes you wet yourself. Sometimes you wet yourself a lot. Sometimes you wet yourself so much that you leak.

Once in a great while, you’ve done even worse things.

And yet, to your knowledge, nobody has ever known. Well, as far as you know.

What if you’re wrong about that?

What if, somewhere out there, there’s a man who saw some interesting wet spots on the rear of your pants. His eyes lingered a little too long as he tried to figure it out, and he began to notice things that people normally didn’t. The strange bulky lump that your pants did little to hide. Maybe the tiniest bit of white plastic poking out of the back of your pants.

Maybe he just shrugged and walked away, forgetting about the abnormality moments later. But maybe he didn’t. Maybe the image stuck with him, and the more he pondered it throughout his day, the more he felt like he knew what he thought he saw.

For as little sense as it made to him, he thinks he has it figured out - that person was wearing a diaper, and they had wet it so much that it leaks.

And while it's possible that this disgusted him, it seems far more likely - given the amount of time he’s spent thinking about it - that the idea of this actually excites him. He brings it up with friends of his - curious to see their reactions.

“I saw the most peculiar thing the other day,” he says while out with his friends one night. “I walked past this person - like, this person who was our age, I think - who was obviously wearing an adult diaper.”

They’re laughing about it, but they’re curious. “How could you tell?”

“I think it was leaking…”

This might be hilarious to them, especially as they make their way into the second or third round of drinks for the evening. Some of them might forget about it. But, again, it might stick around in the minds of others.

In the days and weeks that follow, a very small group of people might be scanning the people they pass on the street. Somewhere out there, is this person wearing a diaper. It’s such a curious thing.

Consider this - this could happen every single time you step outside. Everytime you walk down the street. Everytime you get a cup of coffee. Everytime you step into an elevator. For as sure as you are that this is just your little secret - you have no idea. Every day, you might give someone a tiny glimpse of something, inadvertently, that is just the first in a line of cascading dominos - ending with a few more people out in the world, looking for that diapered bottom in the crowd.

That number of potential curiosity-seekers could only be growing every day.

It’s possible that this could give you a little bit of a pause. But probably not.

You’d find this possibility to be thrilling, wouldn’t you?

Motivating?

Maybe it’s time to get thicker diapers. Perhaps wet yourself a little more often. Stay in a wet diaper a little bit longer before changes. If there’s someone out there looking for you, why not give them a show?

Of course, this only starts a brand new cycle. Bigger risks yields more exposure. If pure chance and happenstance got you attention before, now you’re practically inviting attention. It becomes a game - and you can only lose yourself further in your goal of being noticed.

You’ll start to see it in their faces. Smirks. Laughter. Whispers between friends. Long after you’re gone, those stories continue to proliferate.

Maybe you’ll even earn yourself a reputation.

But, for now, you’re just another face in the crowd. And you’ll look every stranger right in the eyes as you pass them. Looking for that recognition.

It’s an inevitability that someday you’ll find it. And the next cycle begins.