Daily Free-Write October 1, 2020 (Patreon)

It was embarrassing to say the least. He wasn't the only one with his diaper on - it was a diaper party after all - but he had never hung out with other people in a diaper before, especially not with it showing.

"Hey, Chris," his friend Carl said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Hey, relax, man. Your shoulders are like rocks! Listen, I invited you here so you could relax. Nobody's gonna make fun of you so don't worry about it. Here, have a drink."

"Thanks... but why am I the only one not wearing pants?"

"I told you, man, you're the first one to get changed into a diaper and when you get changed into a diaper, you lose your pants priveleges! Don't worry about it, seeing you in a diaper, people will start doing the same. Remember, they're probably as nervous as you about bein padded around others!"

Chris gulped down his cocktail, and looked around at all the people, trying to imagine them as nervous. They looked pretty comfortable to him.

"Another drink?" his friend asked.

"Yes." 

Chris sat down on the couch. He hadn't really spoken to many people tonight. He remembered being taken into Carl's bedroom almost as soon as he got there, under the ruse of checking his coat. Next thing he knew his pants were off and his legs were in the air, and Chris was putting him in a thick and crinkly diaper. Carl didn't wear diapers like him, he just liked to diaper guys up - he assumed he Chris diapered other people. He was certainly good at it. His attention was brought back to the present just as he felt his woody beginning to chub up.

"Here ya go, kid," said Carl. "Keep drinking like this and you're diapers gonna be wet in no time. Good thing yours has indicator strips that turn blue when it's wet.

Chris looked down at his diaper again. So that's what those lines were. Great, his diaper would practically announce to the whole party that he was wet when it happened. He began to sweat.

"Hey, bro. How come you're not talking to anyone? Still got your nerves up? Here, let me intoduce you."

Carl led Chris around the party and introduced him to all the guests. Everyone was actually really nice, and it made Chris feel at ease to have that introduction, but he noticed that he was still the only one with a visible diaper showing. He tried to check the other partygoers out as discreetly as possible to see if he could spot a diaper bulge, but he could not. 

With the alcohol loosening him up somewhat, he began to interact more. On his third drink he got into a game of foosball with a couple of guys in the game room - they were med students, planning to become doctors of some sort. On his fourth drink, he started showing off pictures of his dog to the group of guys and gals in the breakfast nook, and actually pretty much forgot to feel embarassed - even when one of them swiped too far and got a picture of him in full baby gear and a diaper. 

"Oops," she said, "guess that's what I get for swiping!" 

He giggled a bit. These people were cool. 

"It's fine really," said another guy in the small group at the table, "we're studying behavioral psychology and human sexuality in our program, so nothing we haven't heard about before." 

Carl didn't really register the guy's comment. He was a little too tipsy to put two and two together. He was having a good time. He had even forgotten he was wearing a diaper, until the urge to pee hit him - hard. 

"Ugh, where's the bathroom?" he asked.

Nobody at the table knew. He looked around and finally found Carl who was talking to a group over in the living room. He tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. Chris just smiled and told him he was wearing it.

"Remember the rule," Carl said, "once the diapers go on, bathroom priveleges are off."

Chris didn't remember that rule, and he drunkenly looked around for the bathroom anyway. He had checked almost every room and even accidentally barged in on two people having a little private fun of their own, but no luck in finding a bathroom. The only rooms he couldn't check had keycodes on the doors. 

Chris was really close to losing it now, he wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer. 

"Carl! What's the code to the bathroom?" he asked when he returned to the living room. Carl just crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Carl, Please! I-" but it was too late. He felt his knees buckle and he groaned as his bladder gave way, soaking the front of his diapers. The strip went from yellow, to green, to blue, and finally started disappearing altogether. 

"Oh boy," said Carl, "looks like diaper boy had an accident." 

Carl looked around and everyone in the room was staring at him. He had been expecting others to join in sooner or later, but that moment never came. He was still the only one at the party in a diaper, and he realized that something was very wrong. 

"Let's go, buddy. On the floor!" 

"Carl, y-you can't be serious, not here?"

"Yes here, ya big baby. Nobody here will mind. You're just a baby after all, and babies can get changed wherever."

Carl laid out a mat and helped his drunken friend to the floor. 

Chris was very aware now of his soggy diapers pressing up against his crotch and butt. Aware of the cool air hitting his legs. Aware that everyone could see how soggy he was and that they'd be seeing a lot more pretty soon.

"Here ya go, take this," said Carl, handing him a stuffed bunny. He hugged it tightly and closed his eyes as his diaper was untaped and he was wiped clean. If he was going to be changed in front of everyone, at least he wouldn't have to see them while it happened. 

"There we go, buddy, all done!"

Carl patted his butt, and Carl opened his eyes. 

"I hope you guys were taking notes, because you'll be taking turns changing him for the rest of the party." 

There were murmers of assent from the crowd, some even seemed to have notepads out. What was going on?

"Sorry, kiddo. I may have lied just a little bit. Everyone here is actually doing a little classwork about adult babies at the moment. It's kind of a big thing these days, and since I knew you were into it, it was the perfect opportunity for them to do a little field research. Oh, uh, and I think I'm cutting you off from alcohol for the night. 

As Carl spoke he was already slipping some padded Posey mitts over Chris's hands and feet.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you well hydrated with big bottles so everyone can get a turn changing you. That's why I chose these thinner diapers too. Now, which would you prefer - playpen or walker?" 

Chris gulped.