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    The Break

    It was the mid evening when I knocked on Derrick’s door. Waiting in the
    unusual silence of the forth floor hallway I lost myself for a moment
    in memories of drunken parties between these rooms in weeks past, the
    hall alive with spirit and noise. Out of the two hundred or so
    residents of our building I counted only a mere handful by the end of
    the dinner hour, most having already left for their March break. It’d
    be quiet again this year, I thought as Derrick’s door slowly crept
    open.

    “Hey,” he uttered as he peered though the narrow opening, “what’s up?”

    “Not too much,” I replied as he let me in, “most of my kids are gone so
    it’s pretty quiet. I was thinking of spending the night watching movies
    or something, what about you?”

    “We could do that.” he said, returning to his seat on his bed as I
    stared at the paused screen of his TV. “I was just at the intro of 300,
    why don’t you get changed and join me?”

    “Changed?...” I asked as I finally shifted my attention from the
    picture back to him.

    Derrick wasn’t wearing any pants, something I hadn’t noticed in the
    darkness as he’d let me into his room. He’d been out of my field of
    vision since I’d entered so I guess I never noticed him in nothing but
    a loose black t-shirt and a diaper. It was curious, as I’d known him
    for almost two years now and never had I seen him partake, I never
    thought he’d have an interest in it. Standing a bit dumbfounded I tried
    to keep my response calm as I searched my mind for some obvious
    sounding questions to be asking.

    “Hunh…” I managed after a moment of him staring me down.

    “It’s okay John, you can drop it.” he instructed me.

    “Drop what?” I questioned, pretty sure of what I’d suspected.

    “I know you like ‘em too, you don’t have to pretend. You can go back to
    your room and get changed first if you want to, I’m fine with waiting.”

    “Uhh…okay then,” I answered with a sigh of relief, “I’ll do that.
    You’ll have to tell me how you figured that one out when I get back.”

    He nodded and played around with his remote as I left for my own room.

    Moving between floors I tried to count the number of times I’d been
    doing something with Derrick where he might have had the chance to
    notice me wearing diapers. He never really came to my room, our
    meetings always being the other way around, so I doubted it was a
    result of him snooping though my stuff. There had been the odd few bar
    nights where I had gone out with him (and others) while diapered but I
    couldn’t recall any times that’d resulted in me getting caught or it
    being a specifically close call. Those nights usually ended with me
    waking up in either a wickedly soaked diaper from the night before or
    one that was only a little bit damp as a result of me changing myself
    when I got home.

    Letting my mind continue to wander I let myself into my own room and
    closed the door behind me, pulling out two diapers from my stash and
    flinging them over onto my bed. I shed my clothes below the waist and
    quickly padded myself up, the whole action taking no more than a minute
    or so. Satisfied with the comfortable hugging fit of my diaper I
    grabbed my keys from my jeans pocket and left the pants upon the floor,
    rummaging though my dresser for a pair of sweatpants to take their
    place. Donning them I left my room and headed back to Derrick’s.

    “It was one of the times we went drinking.” Derrick began as I stepped
    back into his room, switching the door’s mechanism to lock when closed.

    “I figured that’s the only thing it could have been.” I said, shedding
    my pants and taking a seat next to him. “So what happened? And when?”

    “It was last semester, when we went out to that upscale bar for
    Taylor’s birthday. We came home and stopped in your room for a rest and
    some water because your room’s on my way.”

    He paused for a second to resume the movie, turn down the volume a bit
    and then pass me his teddy bear from the corner of his bed. With a
    smile he turned his attention back to the king of Sparta as I clutched
    his prized animal and continued.

    “Anyway, at one point I went to lay down on your couch for a bit as you
    were playing around on your computer. I think you must’ve forgot I was
    there after a while because you eventually went to your dresser,
    grabbed a couple diapers and got changed right there on your bed.”

    “Don’t think I remember any of that.” I admitted, rummaging though my
    blurry memories of the occasion.

    “Yeah, your couch doesn’t face your bed or anything so it wasn’t until
    I said I was going to leave and got up that you seemed to notice I was
    still around. You were just sitting there on your bed in a diaper and
    the shirt & tie you’d been wearing all night. When I was leaving, you
    didn’t say anything about it or seem to care. You didn’t ask about it
    later or anything so I decided just to keep it to myself for a while,
    in case you were just taking a while to mention it.”

    “I guess I was just the kind of drunk that time where I didn’t care at
    the time if you knew. I mean, it’s like ‘Oh noes! Derrick is gonna’
    make fun of my for wearing diapers!’ Except not because you’re not a
    jerk and would probably just think it’s for bedwetting or something.”

    “To be honest,” he laughed lightly, “my first guess actually was that
    you were just a DL or something similar. I figured if it was medical
    you’d have told me about it by now and if not, well, sometimes people
    just don’t need to know everything that you choose to do, and that’s
    cool.” he said, pausing for a moment. “Bet I gave you a bit of a
    surprise though, didn’t I?”

    “It wasn’t something I’d expect,” I commented, “but I guess it’s easier
    to see you being into something like this than…just about anything else
    really. Why do you wear diapers exactly, just for fun or is it a
    fetish?”

    “Nah, just for fun. They’re comfy and enjoyable every once in a while
    but I wouldn’t want to make them a permanent thing. And,” he added,
    picking up a pacifier and holding it out in front of me, presumably to
    take, “while I do indulge a bit in some of the more childish related
    stuff I’m pretty far from an AB, it’s just fun to play with is all.”

    “That’s about the same for me.” I mumbled out of one corner of my
    mouth, now occupied with the pacifier he’d offered me. “I’ve got one of
    those diaper shirts and a few plush toys you might have seen in my room
    but I’m not much on age-play.”

    “Whatever goes,” Derrick said, creeping across the room and grabbing a
    stuffed monkey from his closet, “as long as you enjoy what you do.”

    He returned to his seat beside me and we watched the epic ‘pit kick’
    scene in silent appreciation. As the movie went on we eventually both
    sank into the bed and crawled under the covers at one point, Derrick
    laying down almost completely and propping himself up with a pillow. I
    could tell he was slowly falling asleep near the film’s conclusion and
    wasn’t surprised to notice him out like a light some fifteen minutes
    into Superbad, which I’d put on afterward. I turned the TV down as I
    too drifted downward and decided it’d be best to set the sleep timer on
    the thing as my eyes were slowly growing heavy.

    I couldn’t tell you exactly when I fell asleep, only that when I woke
    up Derrick’s clock read 5:46am. I needed to take a leak, I felt, but
    sure as hell didn’t want to get up to go about it. Taking a moment to
    think about it I came to the recollection that I was diapered and
    proceeded to roll onto my back and let it all drain out into the bottom
    layer of my padding. Satisfied and relieved I felt the outside cover of
    my diaper, checking to make sure it wouldn’t be leaking on me and then
    closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. It wasn’t until about 10:30
    that I woke up again, this time to the feeling of a hand shaking my
    shoulder.

    “Have a good sleep?” Derrick asked as I lay there staring at the
    ceiling, not really wanting to move yet.

    “Yeah,” I yawned, folding my hands behind my head, “you’ve got a
    comfortable bed.”

    “I’m fond of it.”

    “So what’re you up to today?” I asked, having no plans of my own.

    “I’m not sure about all day but I’m gonna’ make something quick for
    breakfast and then I’d like to go to the gym soon. Wanna’ come with?”

    “Sure, I’m not up to much right about now.” I replied, tossing the
    covers off me somewhat and sitting up on the edge of his bed. “I should
    probably just get changed and get my stuff.”

    “I can change you if you want.” Derrick replied quickly.

    For a moment I thought I’d heard him wrong but as I looked over at
    Derrick the expression on his face didn’t reflect the idea that he
    probably wasn’t joking.

    “I mean, if you’re comfortable with that.” he added after a moment of
    me giving him a somewhat surprised stare. “If not that’s cool, just
    offering.”

    “Sure, I guess.” I said as he walked over to his kitchenette and
    started his stove. “I’ll give you a change too if you want. We can take
    care of it after we eat so do whatever you gotta’ do before then.”

    “Right, cool.” he called over to be from half way inside his fridge.
    “Help yourself to any of my games while you wait, it’ll be ten or
    fifteen minutes.”

    I picked out Halo 2 and pulled up a new campaign as Derrick began our
    breakfast. I was happy that he’d found out I was a DL, it’d probably be
    and interesting experience to have a friend that was also into diapers
    to hang out with every now and then. I was looking forward to the
    quality time we might spend together in the coming week I just hoped he
    wouldn’t expect me to change too many dirty diapers, should he choose
    to mess them. It tended not to be a pleasant experience in my own two
    or three attempts with it, something I didn’t care to repeat too soon.

    As I cleared the first area I could see Derrick grabbing some dishes in
    my peripheral vision and paused the game as he invited me to come eat.
    Sitting down at the table I helped myself to some of everything he’d
    made and sat, slowly leaking into my somewhat soggy diaper as I fed the
    gnawing hunger in my stomach. It was going to be an interesting day and
    rest of the week, I thought, we’d have to try all kinds of fun
    shenanigans in diapers together.

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