    Cody And Chris

    	NOTE: This is a work of fiction based on some actual
    events. If the subject of teen babies and infantilism is
    offensive to you, please stop reading NOW! This story is
    C)1998 Troy Braddish - so please don't repost it without
    permission. It's a work in progress. If you like it, please
    let me know. Otherwise, I'm likely to not finish it. Thanks
    for listening.

    Part 1

    	"Shit." That's all I could think of to say to myself.
    Shit, shit shit. This is just perfect. My baby-sitter is
    sleeping over with me, and of all the times. maybe he won't
    notice. After carefully listening to make sure he was
    asleep, I throw back the covers and lightly tiptoe out of
    the room and into the bathroom. How could this happen? I
    turn on the lights and there I see my 13-year-old skinny
    body with a big wet spot in my underwear. Great, now Chris
    is going to think I'm a baby - maybe I should have kept
    those diapers after all. Yeah right, like Chris would want
    to sleep in my bed knowing my johnson is gushing all night.
    Shit. Thank God mom hasn't been up to clean the bathroom
    lately - my underwear from yesterday is still on the floor.
    As I walk back to my bedroom in my new briefs, I can't help
    but think what could have happened. I mean, of all the
    embarrassing things to -
    	"You okay?"
    	What the?! Great, he's awake and looking right at me.
    Be calm, be calm. "Yeah." Chris smiles and throws back the
    covers, inviting me in. I slide back on my side of the bed
    and wince for a second as I feel the cold wet spot on the
    sheets. I snuggle up to Chris and lay my head on his chest
    and hear his heartbeat. Closing my eyes I try to get
    comfortable to go to sleep.
    	"Cody. You sure you are okay?" I hear his heartbeat
    start going faster, all I can think of is what to say, I'm
    so glad he can't hear MY heart beating. What am I going to
    say? "I .. uh.. I thought you had blue underwear on when you
    went to bed."
    	Busted. "I."
    	"You wet the bed, didn't you." What the hell was I
    supposed to say? Was I supposed to say 'Why yes, Chris. I do
    it almost every night - didn't you know?' Sheesh, what a
    question to ask. Well, what a question to ANSWER.
    	"Yeah." I couldn't lie to Chris. Besides, he was going
    to look after me for the next 2 days while my mom was out of
    town. They are leaving in the morning, but they asked if
    Chris could stay with me overnight tonight since they were
    leaving so early. In the dark I could barely make out
    Chris's eyes. They reflected some of the light from the
    window and seemed to look at me from behind the darkness.
    	"It's okay. We'll take care of it in the morning." In
    the morning? IN THE MORNING? What the hell did he mean by
    that? All I could manage was a 'thanks' and then he pulled
    me in closer to him. As I laid there hugging him close, he
    tilted his head so that my head was under his chin. Holding
    him made me almost forget my humiliation. But it really
    didn't seem to bother him.
    	Maybe I should tell you a little about Chris and me
    before you get to thinking the wrong idea. Chris was my
    baseball coach for 2 years - he was the pitcher on my coach-
    pitch team. After I moved up he would always come to my
    games and stuff. Anyway, while he was my coach, my mom asked
    him if he could come over to my house and watch me until she
    got home on Tuesdays and Fridays - and Chris said sure. He
    was probably the coolest high school student I've ever met.
    Well, after a while we got really close -but it's not what
    you are thinking.
    	I consider him more of a brother than anything else.
    He's never hurt me or abused me in any way. In fact, it took
    him 2 years before he was ever able to say that he loved me.
    He thought that I would think he was gay. But of course I
    knew the kind of love he was talking about. I mean, I loved
    him too. It wasn't until this past year that we both got
    comfortable giving each other a goodbye kiss when he left.
    You know, just a short peck on the lips. We were both
    thinking the same thing - neither one of us wanted the other
    to think they were gay. We had a long talk and Chris said he
    wasn't going to kiss me if >I< wasn't the one who started to
    kiss him. It was a tremendous load off of both our backs.
    Since we only saw each other a couple times a week, he would
    always pick me up from school and then sit in the big
    recliner and turn on Saved by the Bell. Then I would go and
    lay on top of him and we would sit there for hours until my
    mom came home.
    	So he's been my baby-sitter now for 5 years - wow, has
    it been that long? And every now and then he sleeps over and
    we spend the night all curled up. My mom knows we have a
    special bond and thinks its okay. I mean, she knows we hug
    and kiss and stuff - but understands the kind of love we
    share isn't anything perverted. She's a pretty cool mom -
    just don't tell her I said that.
    	I snuggle up closer to him again and whisper, "Chris..
    I love you." He rubs my leg from my knee to my ankle.
    	"I love you too, kiddo." And I fall fast asleep.
    	I woke up the next day only to find I had the biggest
    boner I think I've ever had. The sleepy-eyes wear off and I
    realize Chris is gone. I throw on my nylon Nike shorts and
    bound down the stairs to the kitchen. I can't believe my
    eyes! Chris! Is cooking! "Where's your apron?" I ask trying
    not to laugh.
    	"Watch it, kiddo." Chris points a wooden spoon at me
    and gives me a wink. "I've been known to cook once in a
    while. I can only cook scrambled eggs - but it's cooking!" I
    laugh and go sit at the table looking out into the back
    yard. I could tell it was going to be a perfect weekend with
    Chris. He slides the plate of runny scrambled eggs in front
    of me. "Coffee, tea or milk?"
    	"How about something that's actually cooked?"
    	"Hey! They're better that way!" His hands clench the
    sides of my bare shoulders. "Riiiiiight?"
    	"Okay, okay okay okay okay!"
    	"Thought so." He gives me a kiss on the top of my head.
    He is so cool. When we finished our breakfast it's off to
    the recliner in the TV room to assume our TV watching
    positions. I slid on top of him and he clasps his arms
    around my waist and gives a squeeze. I flip through channels
    on the remote and land on The Cartoon Network. At least this
    one isn't TOO cheesy. "Cody. I talked to your mom about last
    night."
    	"What?" I sit up and turn around to look at him in the
    eyes. "You did. WHAT?"
    	"I had to, Cody. She's your mom." I couldn't believe
    what I was hearing. I trusted him. I trusted him with so
    many of my innermost secrets - what else did he tell her?!
    Did he tell her about me and Suzi Hayman at recess? Did he
    tell her how my dick gets hard everyday before gym? How
    could he do this to me!
    	"I hate you." I get up and storm off down the hall -
    not running, but placing my steps carefully in a stern walk.
    Who the fuck gave him the right? What the hell was he
    thinking.
    	"Cody!" I can hear him get up from the recliner and
    come after me. Fuck him. "Cody, wait a second." Okay, this
    was it. I run up the stairs and into the bathroom and slam
    the door. There's my fucking underwear from last night. I
    pick it up and tear it in two and throw it away. He knocks
    at the door. "Cody. can I come in please?" I fall down on
    the floor and start to cry. I'm not really a cry-baby, but I
    can't believe Chris would betray me like that. Of all the
    people who would ruin my life at the drop of a hat, not
    Chris. I never thought it would be Chris. As I'm crying I
    hear the door open and I swear under my tears for not
    locking it.
    	"Go away!" I sob. He comes over and sits next to me.
    After a couple seconds he turns and says those words that I
    wanted to hear but wish he never-ever said.
    	"I love you, you know." Oh shit, how can I resist that.
    I bawl and throw my arms around him and he gently rocks me
    as I get my cry out. After a few minutes I sniffle up the
    last of the tears and release my hug a little.
    	"Why did you tell her?"
    	"Cody, wetting the bed is nothing to be ashamed about
    you know, it happens."
    	"Yeah right, that's why every kid in my class just
    shouts out 'Hello world, I wet the bed!' That's bull."
    	"It's true. Even me."
    	"What?"
    	"Well, I haven't in a long time, but when I was your
    age I had some. accidents. I remember waking up with me and
    my bed soaked and afraid to go back to sleep. Sometimes I'd
    sleep on the floor afterwards, but all the time I was
    thinking about what to tell my parents when they woke up the
    next morning."
    	"What did you do?"
    	"Well, that's what I talked to your mom about. Um. now,
    I want you to listen to everything I say, okay? The best way
    to make sure you get enough sleep is. to wear, well.. Wear a
    diaper."
    	"Fuck you." I stand up and start to walk out of the
    bathroom, I can't believe that -
    	"HEY!" Chris takes hold of my arm and stops me and
    pulls me back to him. He takes me by my shoulders and then
    turns me to the mirror. "Look at you! Look at all of you!"
    He pulls my underwear down in one fast jerk. "Look. What do
    you see?"
    	"A bedwetter. A bedwetter who YOU want to wear baby
    diapers!"
    	"Look closer, Cody. Do you know what I see? I see a boy
    who has a problem right now with wetting the bed. But I also
    see a boy who is growing up. A boy who is ready to take
    responsibility for himself and his body. A boy who needs
    some help right now - and a boy who is grown up enough to
    know the right thing to do."
    	"A diaper? I don't think I can even fit into a diaper,
    Chris."
    	"They make diapers big enough for 13-year-olds. I KNOW,
    remember? I. wore diapers when I was your age too. There,
    now I've told you everything. Well, almost everything. The
    point is, a diaper is a way to control what is happening to
    you. It's only temporary - you WILL get over it. But right
    now, it's a way for you to wake up in a dry bed. You can
    decide if you put the diaper on or your mom helps you - it's
    your call, kiddo. SHOW ME that you're grown up enough o know
    this is the right thing to do."
    	I take this all in. I wet the bed. Chris knows I wet
    the bed. Chris tells Mom I wet the bed. Chris wants me to
    wear diapers. How the hell did this all happen in one day?!
    Or is that night? Whatever. I look at myself in the mirror,
    my dick slowly getting hard again - it does that when other
    people see me naked. "Okay." I can't believe I said it.
    	"Cool, I'll take you to the place I know they sell
    stuff in your size when you get ready - so take a shower."
    	"Sure." T minus hours and counting until I turn into a
    diaper wearing 13-year-old. I don't know if I can handle
    this.

    Part 2

    	After I took a shower, I got in Chris' car and we drove
    what seemed like an eternity to the other side of town. We
    pulled up in front of a relatively small building with no
    windows, and a big sign that said "Medical Supplies." Taking
    my cue, I got out of the car and followed Chris inside.
    	Inside, it looked like the hospital in ER exploded and
    a bunch of the stuff happened to land in the store. On one
    side were a bunch of wheelchairs and what looked like
    portable toilets, and on the other side were nurse's
    uniforms and hospital robes and stuff. Chris tapped me on
    the shoulder and we made our way to a section of the store
    that was lined up with what looked like diaper packages -
    but said "fitted briefs" on all of them.
    	As Chris was looking at all the packages, a lady came
    up and asked if we needed any help. Chris just smiled and
    put his arm around me, gave my shoulder a squeeze and said
    we would find what we needed but thanks. The lady left us
    alone, which is a good thing, because my heart was about to
    explode. Chris finally picked out a package , along with
    some other smaller boxes and went to the front of the store.
    He told me to wait there and he'd be back. Once he was gone,
    I started looking at the packages, and noticed the back of
    one where it showed how to put a diaper on somebody. The
    drawing looked like that of a kid! I pulled the front of my
    shorts out a little bit just in case.
    	Up until now, we had been the only ones in the store,
    but the "beep beep" of a light sensor announced that two
    more customers had come in. I took my eyes from the
    packaging to see who came in and I couldn't believe my eyes!
    It was one of the kids in my class, Jason! This was just
    brilliant. I turned away from the packages and looked at the
    floor, hoping he wouldn't notice me - and if he did, hoping
    he would think I was just waiting for Chris or something. No
    such luck. "Hey Chris."
    	"Oh," I looked up. "Hey Jason."
    	"You uh.. Have a. problem too?"
    	Too? "yeah."
    	"It's okay, so do I. No big deal - I bet a lot of kids
    in our class have to wear diapers too, just that nobody
    talks about it. How long you been wearing em?"
    	"Actually, I." I can't believe we are talking about
    this. "I don't yet - tonight is the first time."
    	"Oh, well.. Don't worry about it. It's actually. kind
    of . well, fun."
    	"Fun?" I looked to see Chris and Jason's mom talking by
    the cash register. Chris was paying for the supplies when
    she came up to the counter to ask for her shipment.
    	"Are you Cody's babysitter?" she asked.
    	"Guilty as charged. Heh. And you are?"
    	"Marjorie Hannigan, Jason's mom."
    	"Oh riiiiiiiiiight. Jason was on the. Padres team last
    year, right?"
    	"That's my boy!" she smiled. "I didn't know Cody had a
    problem too. Jason has been a bedwetter his whole life. It's
    good for the boys to know they aren't the only ones, you
    know."
    	"Yeah, I know the feeling. Cody's been having some wet
    nights lately, and I suggested some protection. With his mom
    out of town, she thought it would be the perfect time to try
    it. Kind of a bonding thing as well I guess. Not that he
    doesn't like his mom, just that - at that age boys don't
    want their moms to see them in the buff."
    	"Oh you don't have to tell me about that! Say, if you
    don't mind, maybe Jason could spend the night one of the
    nights this weekend to, you know, be a kindred spirit."
    	"I think Cody would like that! But tonight probably
    isn't the best time, his first night in them and all.
    Perhaps tomorrow night?"
    	"Sounds great, I have the school directory so I'll give
    you a call tomorrow."
    	"Cool. Talk to you then!" Chris shook her hand and then
    walked back over to where Jason and I were still talking.
    "Let's go buddy." I said bye to Jason and left the store.
    Chris put the plastic bag with the boxes in the trunk,
    except for one that he kept out and tossed at me when I sat
    down in the car. "Check it out." I opened the box and found
    three pair of different colored plastic pants. I rubbed the
    inside of my hand against the soft material and wondered
    what it was going to be like to wear them. Before I knew it
    we were home and Chris locked the front door and threw the
    keys on the table. He told me to go up to my room and he
    would be up in a few minutes.
    	I plopped down on the bed, which sent about 10 baseball
    cards I had on the bed spread flying into the air. As I
    gathered them up, I rolled onto my stomach to make sure I
    didn't hurt them, then Chris came into the room with the
    packages. "Okay, let's get one on you."
    	What? "It's not bed time yet."
    	"Well, seeing as how it is your first night, you will
    probably want to get used to how they feel for a while,
    otherwise you won't be able to sleep. "
    	"Can't I do it myself? I saw the pictures on the
    package."
    	"Hey, Cody.. it's me, remember? I'll make you a deal.
    As I do it, I'll tell you what I'm doing. If you'd rather do
    it yourself from then on, that's your call. But I'll be
    happy to do it until your 30 if you want." He winked.
    	Okay, having my babysitter buy me diapers was one
    thing, but having him put me IN a diaper was something
    different! As I was sitting there not knowing what to do, I
    caught Chris' eye looking at the front of my NIKE shorts,
    which had begun to rise again. Did he notice? Yep.. he could
    tell. "Okay," I said. I flew backwards onto the bed and
    scooted up so I was all the way on it.
    	"Here we go, champ. Put your arms up." I don't know
    why, but Chris took my shirt off then tickled me a little
    near my belly button which sent me spasming with laughter.
    "Okay, okay!" he laughed, knowing that wasn't going to get
    either of us anywhere. I looked into Chris' eyes and saw
    that all of a sudden he almost looked. uncomfortable. He
    slid his fingers into the sides of my the elastic in my
    shorts and gently pulled them down from my hips, the palms
    of his hand touching my bottom gently with a sudden squeeze
    later. Since they were the swimming suit/running shorts, I
    didn't have underwear on, so my , you know, was pointing
    practically straight up by the time Chris managed to get the
    shorts off from around my ankles. Without knowing it, I put
    my hand over my groin to hide myself. "It's okay," Chris
    said, "I've seen it before, remember?" I smiled and put both
    of my hands under my head and just let him do what he had
    to.
    	Chris took out a jar of Vaseline and first spread it
    between my legs, massaging it into my hairless crevices. He
    told me that the older the person is who wears the diapers,
    the more rubbing they cause because they are more active and
    this stuff helps it so it won't burn or something. He wiped
    his hand on a towel, and then opened the diaper package. All
    of a sudden I thought I was going to explode as he picked it
    up and I could see it. Why was I feeling this way? Was this
    normal?
    	Chris unfolded the diaper and slowly put his hand under
    my left cheek and lifted me into the air as he sneaked the
    back of the diaper under me. Then he let me down and pulled
    the diaper up a little higher around my waist. He pulled the
    one part tight around my crotch and then unfolded the front
    and adjusted it a little before deciding what to do next. He
    spread my legs open a little wider, and then brought the
    first tape across from the back and onto the front. Then he
    did it again on the other side. I kept my eyes closed, just
    taking in these wonderful new feelings. I felt him do two
    more tapes, and then felt the top two being fastened. Chris
    pulled the last two pretty tight around the front.
    	After Chris fastened the last two tapes, he inspected
    the fit, first putting his fingers inside the elastic on the
    leg gathers on one side, then the other. When Chris did the
    same thing to the elastic around my waist, when he got to my
    belly button, my body freaked out. I felt like I was having
    a heart attack and my body jumped five times in a row. I had
    seen the "special" kids in school go into spasms, and I was
    hoping I wouldn't turn into them! After it stopped, I opened
    my eyes, my mind filled with terror, and I found Chris
    smiling - even after what had happened. "What... what was
    that?" I almost screamed..
    	"It's okay, kiddo. You know how you were telling me
    about your little "talk" in class? Well, you just had an
    ejaculation. Has it ever happened before?"
    	"No - it. it was scary but . felt . good!"
    	"Yeah. Well, since this was your first one, nothing
    probably came out. But when you get a little older, you
    see..."
    	"Chris?"
    	"Yeah?"
    	"Don't gross me out."
    	Chris laughed. "Okay. Look it up."

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