The Training: Two Years Later Eddy pulled off his briefs and left them on the dresser, and withdrew a trainer and his pajama pants, dressing himself before looking around to his brother, who was presently being checked by their mom.
“Tsk, Cody, I don’t think you’ve made it to the bathroom a single time since your big brother earned his way out of pull-ups,” she chided the boy, tearing the sides of his pull-up and tossing it into the bin, before easing a new crinkly white disposable up over his hips. Ever since Eddy had moved completely out of pull-ups, even at night and during long trips, and was even allowed to wear big kid briefs during the day, their mom had adopted his labeling of himself as the “big brother,” in the hopes that Cody might start following his example.
Cody’s padding was given its ritual swat, and their mother went to Eddy next. She picked up his daytime briefs and inspected the inside, and smiled down. “Ver
The Training Eddy’s mom unzipped his pants and lowered them down to his knees, and placed her hand under his pull-up. “Oh, good boy, you’re dry again!”
“Does this mean I can wear big boy underwear, mom? Please, please?”
“I got a little surprise for you. Why don’t we see what’s in your dresser?”
It wasn’t fair, Cody knew Eddy cheated. They were only allowed to use the bathroom when they visited the nurse before lunch, but he’d seen Eddy sneak to the toilet more than once every single day for the past month. Cody had tried as well, but never attempted it again after his teacher caught him and called his mother.
“But first, let’s see how Cody did.” She knelt back down and undid the fastenings on Cody’s pants before lowering them to his knees, and held his pull-up from the bottom, same as with Eddy. “Oh Cody, I really thought you mig
Diapering the Babysitter's Son Jason’s parents opened the door to Sarah and her mom. They showered her with greetings, inviting the two in. “Remember to make sure she has her protection on at night,” Sarah’s mother reminded the other two, gesturing at her daughter’s large backpack. The parents exchanged little small talk before Sarah’s mom departed.
“Jason’s in his room upstairs, I’ll help take your stuff up,” Jason’s father offered. He led her to his son’s room. “Hey Jason, Sarah’s here. Her mother won’t be back until Monday, so please get along this weekend.” With the quick introduction over, he lowered Sarah’s backpack, and went back downstairs.
The two ten-year old children sat in silence for very little time before Sarah offered, “wanna play ‘house?’”
Jason bit the inside of his cheek, shrugged, and hopped off his bed. “How co
Nolan Diapered on the Road Today was a big day for Nolan. For one, it was his twelfth birthday. Two, today was the day he, his little brother Harry, and their mother, moved from Rhode Island to San Francisco.
His mom appeared at the doorway to his room. Well, his former room. “Are you all set to go?” she asked, “there’s only one last thing before we hit the road.”
She left him, and Nolan made his way to the garage. The moving vans had already collected everything, and they had food and clothes packed for the ride. As he reached the door to the garage, his mother stopped him, “not so fast, I said there was one last thing.”
“Huh? I thought everything was packed,” Nolan questioned.
“It’s not that, wait in the living room.” She headed into the garage, and Nolan could hear her fetch something from the trunk as he led himself to the living room. She returned with a canvas bag, &
Lucas Diapered at Thirteen Lucas sat in the back seat, complaining the whole way.
“But mom, I don’t need a babysitter!”
“I can’t leave you alone for that long,” she chided him.
“But he makes me wear--”
“Diapers, yes, but is it really such a big deal?”
“But I don’t need--”
“If that’s the case, then you have nothing to worry about. It’s only for a day.”
“No more buts! It’s Dusty’s house, his rules. It’s not so bad, it’s not like your friends will see.”
Lucas sat, sulking the rest of the way. It just wasn’t fair! Why did his babysitter make him wear diapers? He’s thirteen years old! He wets the bed, but he only has to wear pull-ups with plastic pants at night, and he’s never once had an accident during th
Pokemon Ash's wedgie Journey (1)Ash Ketchum groaned as he slowly opened his eyes and fought for a kneeling position. Would this never end? His head felt so dizzy... He tried to stand up, instead he fell back to the grass covered ground. Where was Misty? Or Brock? He sighed. Team Rocket. The thought allone left a sour taste in his mouth. Sometimes he wondered if he would EVER be free of those idiots. Well, he had to be fair here: Their last attack had started a pretty hard fight. And then... what? Ash closed his eyes for another moment. Then he managed to stand up and cast a look around. Grass, flowers, a lot of trees. And if one listened closely one could hear a river in the distance... Feeling helpless, Ash searched through the pockets of his jeans and his long blue jacket. Perhaps the hope had been dumb, whatever the case, he didn't find any form of communication device. His eyes grew larger as he noticed that he didn't even carry any of his pockemons with him! "Oh great", he muttered. "And what if they come back?"
Dragonball Wedgie story (part 2/2)Trunks yawned, before drinking the orange Juice straight from the packet. He was only in his underwear, a pair of bright blue briefs. He always did this when his folks were somewhere else. It made him feel naughty, like a rebel. He had thought about changing that since Goten was going to came over soon to give him... his wedgies. Trunks shook his head. This still felt weird. In fact, it was really weird to wear this underwear. He knew that it would be pulled up his ass crack. This had never left his mind since waking up. And it had gave him a confusing feeling while searching for his underpants. Whatever, he told himself - not for the first time, by the way. Just a couple of wedgies. Nothing more, nothing less. He had trained with his dad, Vegeta, prince of all saiyans. He could get through this. The way Goten had looked at him... Trunks gulped. He and Goten had been friends for years, training over and over in order to surpass their dads. Of course they had included several bets and c
Dragonball Wedgie story (part 1/2)Ah, I remember the years when my mother took my to town every wednesday, buying me one volume of the Dragonball manga... good times. And hey, something that gave birth to Dragonball z Abridged can't be bad!
Trunks felt his lips forming a smile as the crowds surrounding him started to cheer. He and his best friend Goten had just engaged in a tight battle for a tournament championship. Well, atleast in the "Junior" section of it. Trunks had expected to feel good if he won - but it was even better than expected! Everyone was clapping, screaming, waving signs. Trunks' thoughts already wandered towards his fight with the Champion Mr. Satan... until he noticed the facial expression of Goten, who had came close to the ring. "Hey!", he growled. "This isn't fair! You cheated and you know it!" Trunks had to try really hard in order to suppress a smile. Whenever he was grumpy, Goten looked like a little child. He sighed. "Goten, can we talk about this later? I played fair and square. And didn't y
Love Justice (Male!Reader x Hiro Hamada) - Part 3Immortal Love, (Im)Mortal Justice (Male!Reader x Hiro Hamada) - Part 3
WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD! You've been warned.
(M/n), having recognized the man nobody else than Robert Callaghan, began to feel his heart beating faster and adrenaline rising in his body, as he continued to walk in (M/n)'s direction. (M/n) was about to stand up and confront him, but then a thought popped into his head, stopping him:
"No, this is a bad idea to do it here in the park with all the people around. I'll just follow him where he's going and then we'll see what happens next."
Deciding to go with this thought, he remained seated on the bench while trying to relax and act like a normal citizen. Callaghan just walked by, not even bothering to look at him, and carried on with his stroll.
"Well, it's now or never." said (M/n) to himself, standing up from the bench and beginning to walk slowly after him at a careful distance, so he wouldn't spot him.
Love Justice (Male!Reader x Hiro Hamada) - Part 1Immortal Love, (Im)Mortal Justice (Male!Reader x Hiro Hamada) - Part 1
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS! You have been warned.
(M/n) was standing at the window, seeing the nightlife of San Fransokyo, while deeply thinking about something. Whatever he was thinking about, he wanted it to be done as soon as possible, but he didn't even knew how to begin. He also pondered, if he should tell Hiro what he was thinking about right now or not.
(M/n), who was (Y/a) years old, but still a teenager and older than Hiro, had (Y/e/c) eyes, (Y/h/c) hair that was in a (Y/f/h.s) style, and was(n't) wearing glasses. He was wearing a (Y/f/c) T-shirt and some dark house pants, completely barefoot in Hiro's room.
He looked over his shoulder at Hiro, who was lying on his bed, resting. Hiro was wearing a red T-shirt and light brown shorts, barefooted too. (M/n) then decided to tell him his thoughts after all.
He walked over to Hiro's bed, laid down next to Hiro and put his arm around him. Hiro