The Bet

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Nick began to lick the cum he’d shot onto the front path, ensuring that he’d licked it all up before turning his attention to the puddle of cum that had dribbled out of his arse. “Fuck, mate,” the delivery driver said as he watched Nick licking up the cum from the path, “you are one pathetic loser to be doing that fuckin’ shit. Fuck, I’d a just got the hose and hosed it off, but each to his own, I suppose,” the delivery guy said as he turned on his heel and went back to his car, leaving Nick to finish cleaning the path before he went back inside.

The following day Rod turned up for a visit, “fuck, it’s hot! Can I go and do some sunbaking in the backyard?” Rod asked

“Sure,” Oliver said as he got up, “I’ll come out for a little bit.” So, Oliver grabbed a folding chair and a towel for his mate and followed him into the backyard. Rod pulled his t-shirt off and went to lie down on the towel, “hey, aren’t you going to take your jeans and jocks off? Oliver asked him.
“Hmm, what?” Rod replied.

“Aren’t you going to take your jeans and jocks off? No one can see you here, and there’s only us and him, and well, he’s seen your cock,” which made both guys chuckle, “so have I, for that matter, but it’s up to you.”

Rod shrugged, undid the button and zip of his jeans, and pushed them with his jocks down towards his ankles before he sat on the towel and took his runners, socks, jeans, and jocks off. He put them in a pile beside the towel and laid on his back with his hands cradling his head, “fuck! I’ve never sunbathed nude before. This feels great. Hey, Oliver, you’ve got to try this.”

“Nah, I’d just burn.”

“Fuck, I didn’t think of that,” Rod said as he started to get up. “What are you doing?” Oliver asked him. “Umm, I was going to put something on so I don’t get burnt,” Rod replied. “Fuck, you’re an idiot. Hey, boi?” Oliver called over his shoulder towards the house.

When Nick appeared beside him, Oliver asked him if they had any suntan lotion. Nick did, so he went into the house, got it, and gave it to Rod. “Are you fuckin’ shitting me?” Oliver growled, “rub the lotion on him, you dumb fuck.”

“Oh, hey, that wasn’t what I meant,” Rod said as he sat up.

“Lay down,” Oliver almost barked at him, “what’s the good of having a slave if you’re not going to get him to do stuff for and to you?”

“Oh,” was all Rod said as he laid back down, and Nick began to apply the sun lotion.

“Pay particular attention to his cock and balls. I’m sure he’d hate to get them burnt,” Oliver said with a laugh as he sat back in his chair and ignored the pair.

Meanwhile, Nick proceeded to apply lotion to Rod as he laid back on his towel. Nick didn’t mind applying lotion to Rod’s face, arms, and torso but wanted to balk at the idea of rubbing lotion all over his cock and balls, but it was what he was told to do, so taking a steadying breath; Nick began to apply the lotion to Rod’s genitals. Rod just laid there thinking this was the greatest sensation in the world, having someone rub lotion all over you. Ignoring the fact that his cock was standing at attention under Nick’s ministrations, Rod closed his eyes and enjoyed the sun and the sensation of someone rubbing their hands all over his body.

Oliver woke Rod up with a sharp slap to the stomach sometime later, “hey,” Oliver said to him as he stood over him, grinning from ear to ear, “you’d better get inside before you burn up out here.”

“Hmm, uh, what,” Rod replied sleepily.

“Come inside,” Oliver said as he turned on his heel and walked into the house’s back door. While Rod, for his part, jumped up, grabbed the towel and his clothes, and followed Oliver inside.

The boys decided to play a game on the x-box; they both sat with their legs spread, giving Nick ample access to their cocks, and told Nick to get to it. So, with Nick licking and sucking their cocks, the boys got on with their video game, with Nick alternating sucking both boys exposed cocks. The boys played video games for a few hours before Rod decided that it was time for him to go home. Oliver saw him to the front door, and when Rod left, Oliver turned on his heel and faced Nick, “now boi, you’re going to give me a lift home,” Nick couldn’t believe his ears; finally, he was going to be shit of Oliver. Nick vowed and declared to himself that as soon as he got back, he was changing the locks and not letting another person inside his house ever again. “Now, you need to get dressed,” Oliver continued, “when we get to my place, you are going to make up some story that has me coming back here to live.” Nick couldn’t believe what he was hearing; there was no way that he was going to agree to having Oliver live in his house forever; what kind of a fool did Oliver take him for?

Oliver held up the key to Nick’s chastity devices’ padlock and the key to his collar as if he’d read Nick’s mind. Nick knowing that he had lost, went and dressed in the few day clothes that he had been allowed to keep, and got into his truck and drove Oliver home. Oliver’s father met them at the front door and asked how the weekend went; Oliver said it went really well as he pushed past his dad and went into the house. Oliver’s dad and Nick talked for a bit on the house’s front step. “Um, there was something I need to talk to you about,” Nick began, “we have a few jobs out near Digger’s Rest coming up real soon, and I’m not going to have the time in the morning to come and get Oliver for work, as your place is out of the way. I was wondering if it was ok with you, of course, if Oliver came and stayed with me for a few weeks while we get these jobs done; otherwise, I’m afraid we won’t have any work for him to do.”

“Hmm,” Oliver’s dad replied, “I don’t want him to be a bother or anything to you….”
“Not at all,” Nick quickly cut Oliver’s dad off, “the guys all like having him around and find him to be a great help.”

“Well, if you don’t think it’s not going to be too much of an imposition….”

“No, not at all,” Nick lied.

“Um,” Oliver’s dad replied, “you’d better come inside then,” he said as he ushered Nick inside and showed him the loungeroom while he went to find Oliver and his mother. After what seemed like an eternity to Nick, Oliver and his parents entered the loungeroom; Oliver was laden with bags and stuff and had a huge grin plastered all over his face. Nick assured both of Oliver’s parents that it wasn’t any kind of an imposition. That Nick loved having someone else around the house, it was fun, Nick said, thinking that Oliver’s parents would be able to see right through the lies, but seemingly not. And so, life for Nick was changed permanently, and he lamented the changes all the way home.

* * * *

A week or so later, Oliver received a panicked phone call in the middle of the night, “hello?” a very sleepy Oliver asked.

“Fuck, Oliver, is that you?”

“Yeah, who the hell is this?”

It’s me, Rod.”

“What the fuck are you calling me now for? It’s the fuckin’ middle of the night!”

“I know! I’ve pissed the bed. What am I going to do?”

“You what??” asked Oliver, not comprehending what was being said.

“I pissed the bed.”

“What the fuck do you expect me to do about it?”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Fuck, strip your bed, chuck it all in the washing machine, and come over here.”

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Oliver opened the door, and Rod was standing on the front porch wearing wet jeans. “What happened to you?” Oliver asked him.

“I can’t stop pissing, so I’ve pissed mi jeans on the way over here.”

“Oh, fuck,” Oliver replied with a little smile on his face, “take your jeans and undies off and come inside.”

“What?” Rod exclaimed, “can’t I come inside first and then take them off?”

“No, I don’t want you dripping piss all through my place! Now, you can either take your stuff off and leave it outside, or you can fuck off! They’re your only options as far as I’m concerned!” Oliver told him with a bit of bite in his voice. Then with a sigh of resignation, Rod pulled his wet runners and socks off and wrestled to get his wet jeans off along with his jocks, leaving the whole sodden mess by the front door; Rod walked bottomless into the house and closed the front door. Rod followed Oliver into one of the spare rooms, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head.

“What the fuck is that?” Rod asked as he saw Oliver standing in front of a long narrow table.

“This,” Oliver said as he patted the top, “is an adult baby change table….”

“What the fuck have you got that for?” Rod asked Oliver.

“It belongs to the boi. Maybe he wanted to be a baby or something; I don’t know. Now don’t just stand there leaking piss all over my floor jump up here, and we will get you fixed up for tonight.”

Not knowing what else to do, Rod got up on the table and laid on his back with his legs hanging over the end, “good boy,” Oliver said encouragingly as he proceeded to strap Rod’s upper arms to the table.

“What the fuck are those for?” Rod asked with a bit of fear in his voice.

“Oh, they’re there so that you won’t fall off; now shut the fuck up and let me get on with this, ok?” Oliver said as he disappeared from the room. When he returned, he was carrying a bowl and a towel over his arm.

“What have you got all of that for?” Rod asked him a bit nervously.

“I’m just going to clean you up so you’ll sleep better. I’m going to wash your groin and arse and legs so you stop smelling like piss. Then I’m going to shave your groin. Relax,” Oliver hurried to add as he could see Rod getting ready to complain, “when I found all this stuff, I did some reading up on it on the net. It says it’s better to shave you so that the lotion doesn’t clump in your pubes, especially if you piss yourself again because then it can turn into a clay-like substance, and it’s very hard to get out of your pubes without pulling them out by the root, ok?”

“Oh, ok,” was all Rod could think of to say in response as he laid his head back down.

Oliver tutted as he could see that Rod had dribbled piss on the tabletop as he set to and began to wash his friend’s groin and legs; when he’d finished, Oliver told Rod to lift his legs up so he could get to his arse. Rod pulled his knees up to his chest while Oliver washed his arse for him, and after he’d dried Rod off, Oliver sprayed his groin with shaving foam and proceeded to shave his pubes. Oliver took special care of Rod’s cock and balls, and when he’d wiped the residual crème off, Oliver told Rod to pull his legs up again so he could shave his perineum and arse. When he’d finally finished, and Rod’s arse was as smooth as a baby’s, Oliver told him he could put his legs down while he got the lanolin lotion out to stop him from getting burnt from the piss.

“Hey, these arm straps work really well,” Rod said while he waited for Oliver to open the tube of lotion, “I’m glad you knew they were there.” Oliver just nodded and smiled at him while he got the tube opened.

“Ok,” Oliver said as he rubbed the lotion all over Rod’s pubic area and his cock and balls, and when he finished, Rod pulled his legs up without having to be asked. “Good boy,” Oliver almost cooed at him, and Oliver rubbed the lotion all over Rod’s perineum and arse, paying particular attention to his arse crack and hole. “Ok,” Oliver said to Rod, “keep your legs up, and I’ll get you a nappy.” Oliver reached into the shelves beside him and pulled out a pre-folded flannelette nappy, and he slipped it under Rod’s raised butt and told Rod to lower his arse onto it when he had it in position. The flannelette was folded in a triangle, with the widest part at Rod’s waist. The way it was folded, it got narrower towards the other point so that there wasn’t a great bunch of fabric between Rod’s legs, and Oliver could pull the nappy up between Rod’s legs. Oliver pushed Rod’s cock down between his legs and pulled the folded point up, so it pointed at Rod’s navel. Oliver pulled the two outer points to meet the point that Oliver pulled up between Rod’s legs and secured them with a large nappy pin.

Oliver told Rod to lift his arse again, and he slipped another folded piece of flannelette under Rod’s raised arse, and when he was happy with the position, he told Rod to lower his arse onto the nappy. This time Oliver made sure that the nappy was really tight around Rod’s legs to prevent leakage. Then to finish it all off, Oliver put an adult-sized plastic pants over the top of the nappy, and only then did Oliver undo the straps and allowed Rod to stand up. “How does that feel, boy?” Oliver asked Rod as he stood up in nothing but his t-shirt, nappy, and plastic pants.

“It actually feels not too bad,” Rod said as he walked around the room, secretly loving the feel of the flannelette encasing his cock and balls.

“Good! Good!” Oliver replied, “You can sleep in this bed tonight as it already has a Kylie and Macintosh on it. Honestly, the boi keeps insisting that he’s not into this shit, but I’m finding more and more of this stuff the more of the house I explore. All right, boy,” Oliver said as he patted Rod on his diapered behind, “jump into bed, and we’ll see how things go in the morning.”

“Night,” Rod called out gaily as he jumped into bed with his nappy on. Oliver could barely hide his smirk as he turned off the light and closed the bedroom door. Oliver knew that Rod wouldn’t be able to help himself when he found a USB stick just lying around the house. Oliver knew that Rod would just have to open it up and see what was on it, but he wasn’t sure if Rod’d listen to the recording.

The sales assistant gave Oliver the USB stick when they went and got Nick his replacement onesies. The Sales Assistant had brought it to the truck and had given it to Oliver, telling him to think about it. Oliver looked at the USB drive when he returned to Nick’s house and was surprised to find it was from a website called ‘Warp Your Mind’. Oliver looked at the information on the USB stick and what was on their website and decided that he didn’t want Nick to be a baby; Oliver loved fucking his arse too much. Then when Rod came around, he must have found the USB stick, which Oliver did nothing to hide it and taken it home. Oliver was very surprised that Rod would even listen to it, let alone continue to do so; Oliver was probably even more surprised that the hypnosis worked and worked so well. If he could have ‘high-fived’ himself, he would have; the only thing Oliver didn’t know was how permanent the mindset would last. Would Rod become a permanent nappy-wearing baby, or would he regain control of his bladder, and if that were the case, then how could he prevent that from happening? With these thoughts chasing each other through his head, Oliver got back into bed and fell asleep, dreaming of a permanent nappy-wearing friend.

In the morning, Oliver went in and woke Rod. As soon as he opened the door, Oliver’s nose was assaulted with the aroma of fresh piss; Oliver smirked to himself as he entered the room and patted Rod on his diapered behind. “Wakey, wakey,” Oliver said as Rod poked his head out from under the doona, “how’d ya sleep?” Oliver asked him as he went and opened the curtains.

“Morning,” a very sleepy Rod replied, “I had the best night’s sleep,” he said as he suddenly remembered why he was at Oliver’s house in the first place. Rod’s eyes flew open and as large as saucers as his hand dove back under the doona and felt the bed. The look of relief on his face was so comical that Oliver couldn’t help himself as he let out a bark of a laugh. Rod just laid back in the bed with his arms behind his head, “fuck, the bed’s dry. Whew,” Rod said as he let out a big sigh, “I was really worried there for a minute that I was going to piss the bed.” Oliver didn’t say anything immediately; he gave Rod a minute or two to see if he’d work it out himself. Again, Oliver watched as Rod’s hand made its way under the doona, “what the fuck….” Rod began as his questing hand found his cock and balls encased in the nappy and plastic pants. Oliver watched the expression on Rod’s face as it went from disgust to wonderment to relief as he worked himself further under the doona.

“Oh, no, you don’t, young man,” Oliver said; as he threw back the doona, he could clearly see that the nappy was very wet inside the plastic pants. “Aww,” Rod whined as he pulled the doona back over himself, “can’t I stay here for another couple of minutes,” he asked as he looked up at Oliver with large puppy dog eyes. “Oh, all right,” Oliver said as he threw his hands up into the air, “you’ve got until I let the boi out, then you have to get up so’s I can change your nappy,” I replied; Rod; just burrowed further into his bed and flashed a huge grin at Oliver.

Oliver went and unchained Nick, let him go outside to have his morning piss, and went back to Rod’s room. “Now, come on, young man. Get out of that bed so I can change your nappy and put you in a fresh one.”

Grumbling to himself, Rod reluctantly got out of bed and walked; well, it was more of a waddle, really, what with all the folds of saturated material between his legs, and climbed up onto the adult-sized change table. Rod allowed Oliver to strap his upper arms to the table and lifted his arse up off the table so that Oliver could remove the plastic pants covering his very wet nappy. When Oliver had removed the plastic pants, he could see a bit of urine running around the inside of the plastic pants. Once again, Oliver smirked to himself as he dropped the plastic pants into the nappy bucket before he turned his attention back to Rod’s very wet nappy. Oliver undid the three pins holding the nappy in place, and when Rod had lifted his arse for him once again, Oliver pulled the nappy free and dropped it into the nappy bucket with a very satisfying squelching sound. Oliver turned his attention back to a very naked Rod, and Oliver was sure he could still see Rod’s cock still dribbling a bit of piss. Oliver turned and grabbed the adult baby wipes from the shelf and began cleaning all the urine off Rod’s cock, balls, arse, and pubic area. Oliver applied a liberal amount of lanolin lotion to Rod’s cock and balls, pulling Rod’s cock and scrotum out to their full length to get the lanolin into all the cracks and crevices. Before he got Rod to lift his arse up so he could rub lanolin lotion on his perineum, arse crack, and hole. While he wanted Rod to be incontinent all the time, he didn’t want Rod to get any rashes or sores, well, not yet, at least.

When Oliver was happy with his handy work, he told Rod to raise his butt while Oliver pulled out a clean nappy from off the shelf. As Oliver was doing up the nappy for Rod, he congratulated himself for getting Nick to buy all the equipment, nappies, and lotions they’d needed for just this task. Oliver laughed in Nick’s face when he asked if it was all for him, as Nick thought this would have to be the final straw. Even though Nick walked around the house and yard in nothing but a collar and chastity device, he ate all his meals out of a dog’s bowl, but only after Oliver had pissed on the food for him. Even though Nick routinely drank all of Oliver’s night piss and wore a onesie to work, not to forget about wearing that fuckin’ stupid wrestlers’ singlet at the Gym three days a week. No, Nick thought that putting him in nappies was going to be the final straw; Oliver just mentally shook his head at Nick.

Oliver had an all-in-one Macintosh and Kylie for Rod to use in his bed, and he laid it over the bottom sheet for Rod to lie on. Both boys talked about nothing while waiting for Nick to get their breakfasts. Oliver told Nick that he wasn’t going to go to work, so as soon as Nick’d eaten, cleaned up, and was dressed, he was out the door. As soon as the front door closed, Oliver rolled over to look at Rod, “ok, so what happened?” he asked.

“Well,” Rod began looking a little sheepish; I found that USB stick on the bench,” Rod confessed, and you know what I’m like,” Rod continued as Oliver agreed with him. “I had to know what it’s about, and when I put it in my computer at home, I had a look at the website, and when I realised what it was supposed to do, well….”

“Come on,” Oliver said encouragingly to Rod.

“Well, you know I have a kink.”

“No, really?” Oliver said, feigning surprise, “I had no idea! I’m shocked,” Oliver finished off with a smirk on his face.

“OH, fuck off!” Rod retorted, “I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to have to wear a nappy because I had no control over my bladder. And well, when I knew what was on the USB stick and what it was supposed to do, I had to try it. Not thinking, but hoping it would work this well.”

“So, how long did you listen to it for before you pissed the bed?”

“A couple of days or so.”

“A couple of days or so,” Oliver replied, laughing, “so how long is it supposed to last for?”

“I don’t know,” Rod replied, “but now I’ve started to wear a nappy; I don’t want to stop.”

“What” Oliver exclaimed, “are you going to tell your mummy?”

“Well, I’m guessing I’m going to have to tell her I’m moving out, which’d make her very happy. I’m 26 years old! I think mum’d be ecstatic if I did that….”

‘Well, why don’t you?”

“Come on; you’ve seen my office set up at home; where am I going to find that much space at a reasonable rent?”

“Fuck, mate, for the money ya making, you could buy your own place….”

“Yeah, but then how could I do this,” Rod said as he grabs the nappy and gives it a good shake.

“Hmm, well, you could move in here,” Oliver replied almost absentmindedly.

‘What?” Rod replied, surprised.

“Why not? We’ve got plenty of room.”

“But what about Nick?” Rod asked.

Oliver burst out laughing. “Oh, yeah, right,” Rod said a little sheepishly.

“So? Seriously, are you going to stop listening to the recording and regain control of your bladder? Or don’t you want to?”
“Mate,” Rod exclaimed, “this is what I’ve wanted ever since I saw a baby getting its nappy changed when I was a kid. I love the fabric’s smell and feel; if I could have done it, then I would have, but I couldn’t, until now, that is. Do you think any less of me?” Rod asked Oliver, a bit more than a little worried.

“Would I have offered you the spare bedroom and the back room if I thought any less of you?” Oliver asked with as much sincerity in his voice as he could possibly muster. All Oliver could think of was the fact that now he had two people under his power, both of whom had a kink they either didn’t know about or didn’t know how to make it a reality. Oliver was lovin’ the power rush right now, and fuck if he didn’t feel awesome right now, which gave him the biggest hard-on he’s ever had, and no Nick around to take care of it. Oliver didn’t give it a second thought. He threw back the doona, grabbed Rod behind the neck, and pulled his face towards his throbbing, blood-engorged cock. “Now, why don’t you come and suckle at Daddy’s titty and show daddy just how grateful you really are!”

Rod balked at the idea and tried to push back against the pressure Oliver was exerting behind his head. Oliver won without knowing how it happened, and now Rod is eyeballing the eye of Oliver’s cock. “Good boi,” Oliver cooed as Rod ran the tip of his tongue around the head of Oliver’s cock, very reluctantly. Still, he really wanted to show Oliver just how grateful he was before he opened his mouth enough to allow Oliver’s cock in. Rod sealed his lips around Oliver’s cock, and he began to suck on Oliver’s cock; and didn’t stop until he swallowed Oliver’s cum, and both boys cuddled together and fell asleep.

When they woke up and Oliver changed Rod’s nappy again, Rod drove home to talk to his mum and began to pack. When Nick arrived home, Rod had most of his small stuff moved into the spare room. Oliver told Nick to clean off the back of his truck and help Rod move his furniture and stuff. Nick wasn’t happy, but what could he do? So, he helped Rod to move in, and Rod spent the next few days setting up his stuff. While Oliver changed his nappy several times a day.

But like all good things, Oliver’s days at home changing Rod’s nappies were over, and he had to go back to work. Oliver had to keep an eye on Nick to make sure he wasn’t getting any ideas above his station, like forcing Oliver to move out of his house or just moving house as he’d done once before. So, with Rod in tow, he bought Rod some ‘day wear’ nappies. On Saturday, Oliver told Nick to drive them all to the local Chemist Warehouse, and leaving Nick in the truck, Rod and Oliver went to buy Rod his ‘daytime’ nappies. They walked around the shop until they found a young male sales assistant, “oh, excuse me?” Oliver began to get the sales assistant’s attention.

“Yes, can I help you?” the sales assistant asked.

“Um, yes, I’m after daytime pads for the boy here,” Oliver replied as he reached out and ruffled the hair at the back of Rod’s head, seemingly good-naturedly “can you help us out with that?”

“Um, sure,” the sales assistant replied with a puzzled expression on his face, “um, the pads are over here,” he said as he turned and led the way to the aisle the pads were in, “Here you are,” the sales assistant said, indicating the packets of pads on the shelves, as he turned to leave.

“Oh, hang on a minute,” Oliver said, stopping him in his tracks, “how do we know which ones are going to be the right ones?”

Oliver watched the sales assistant’s shoulders drop before he turned around and walked back to them. “Ok,” he began all business-like, “the first thing you need to know is his waist measurement….”

“Oh,” Oliver said as he turned to Rod, “do you know your waist measurement? No?” Oliver ploughed on before Rod even had a chance to reply. “Drop your jeans a little bit, and I’ll just measure your hips for you.”

Knowing he didn’t have a choice, Rod unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the fly down, and rolled his jeans down off his hips, exposing his nappy and plastic pants. Not only to the very embarrassed sales assistant but to everyone else who was close enough to cop an eyeful of Rod’s nappy and plastic pants. When Oliver decided that Rod’d rolled his jeans low enough, Oliver wrapped his arms around Rod’s hips while Oliver gathered the measuring tape in both hands and measured Rod’s hips. When Oliver’d finished, he allowed Rod, who had also flamed bright red at the impromptu show he’d just put on, to do up his jeans. Oliver told the sales assistant what Rod’s measurement was, and the poor sales assistant found the right size, and once again, he was just about to walk off, but again Oliver stopped the sales assistant in his tracks with his next question. “How do we know how much urine they hold?”

This time the sales assistant dropped his head into his hands before he turned around to face them. The sales assistant grabbed a packet of pads from off the shelf and spent the next few minutes explaining the code on the front of the packet and how much each pad should be able to hold. With that, the sales assistant and Oliver had a short and sharp discussion on the merits of the capacity of each brand of pad. The sales assistant tried to talk as quietly as he could while Oliver continued with his voice just a bit louder than usual, while Rod stood there continuing to flame very red as Oliver made it very clear they were discussing the pads for his use.

The sales assistant and Oliver finally nutted out how many pads Rod would need per day, and they got enough packets to last Rod a month or more. Not believing he was asking the question, the sales assistant asked if he needed any overnight ones. “Oh, no,” Oliver replied; the boy wears cloth ones at night; I think it’s better for his skin.” Taking the pile of pads to the cash register so they could pay for them and leave, Rod, for his part, couldn’t have gotten out of there quickly enough for his liking. They put the packets of pads on the backseat with Rod, and he sat there fuming while Oliver walked to the front passenger door, got in, and told Nick to take them to Bunnings. Nick had just turned the engine over when Rod exploded from the back seat, “what the fuck was that all about?” he demanded.

“What?” Oliver asked innocently.

“That! Back there,” Rod practically screamed in Oliver’s ear.

“What? Buying the pads?”

“Yes, ‘buying the pads’,” Rod finished in a mousey voice.

“Hey,” Oliver shot back, “you’d do well to remember whose roof you’re now living under,” Nick, to his credit, very wisely kept his mouth shut. “I was just having a bit of fun,” Oliver said disarmingly, “you don’t have to go back there ever again. You can get your pads online….”

“You fuckin’ knew I could have bought the pads online, yet you subjected me to that shit load of embarrassment. What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Rod said, seemingly forgetting all the embarrassing stuff they’d gotten Nick to do.

“Listen here, you ungrateful little shit! Who found the program for you in the first fuckin’ place so you could lose control of your bladder? Who had the forethought to get all the things you’d need to fulfil your fuckin’ fetish in the first place, hmmm? You did your research, so you said, yet I didn’t see you buying adult nappies, just in case. I didn’t see you buying an adult changeable, just in case. Maybe you should pack all your fuckin’ stuff up and go back to your fuckin’ mother’s place and get her to change your fuckin’ nappies and see how long that lasts!” Oliver growled at Rod.

Rod took a couple of heartbeats before he replied in something that almost seemed a civil tone of voice, “I fuckin’ hate it when you’re right.”

“Now, was that so hard? I tell you what, after we’ve been to Bunnings; we can go to McDonald’s or something; what do you say?” Oliver said almost cajolingly.

“Um,” Rod replied a little uncertainly, “do you think you could go into Bunnings on your own this time?”

“Well, I could,” Oliver replied a little testily, “but I’m doing all of this for you, you know!”

“Yeah, I know,” Rod replied, almost in tears, “but it’s just that I think I’ve just shit myself.”

“What?” Oliver exclaimed, breaking into a bit of a coughing fit to cover his bark of laughter, “what the hell happened?” Oliver asked with as much concern as he could muster as the acrid smell of faecal matter filled the cabin, forcing everyone to open their windows as quickly as they could.

“Well,” an almost tearful Rod began, “this program to stop my control over my bladder works so well, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get control over my bladder ever again. So….” Rod’s voice trailed off.

“What’d you do? Come on, buddy, it’s me, your old pal Oliver. You know you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah, well,” Rod continued, “I looked on their website and discovered that they have a hypnosis tape to stop you from having control over your bowels as well.” Rod paused as he took a big shuddering, steadying breath, “I ordered it and have been using it for a couple of nights now, and it seems to work just as well as the one just for your bladder does….”

“Wait a minute,” Oliver cut Rod off, “you mean to tell me that now you’re incontinent faecally as well as urine?” How Oliver got to ask that question and keep a straight face, he’ll never know. Rod didn’t answer; he just nodded his head as he looked meaningfully out the window, fuck if Oliver could have hi-fived himself while sitting in the truck’s cabin, he would have. “Ok, fuck,” Oliver said as Nick drove into the car park of Bunnings, “you stay there, and I’ll go and get what we need, ok?” Oliver said as he looked at Rod in the sun visor’s mirror. “Then we can do the drive-through at McDonald’s, ok, mate?” Oliver asked Rod, and Rod just nodded glumly at him from the back seat.

Oliver jumped out of the truck and headed into Bunnings. As soon as he was far enough into the warehouse not to be seen by anyone in the truck, he burst out laughing and hi-fived himself, totally ignoring the weird looks he got from the other customers and staff. Oliver hurried up and bought a couple of medium-sized plastic rubbish bins, strong air fresheners to stick under the lids, and thick bin liners. Before he marshalled his face enough so he could walk outside without letting on that, he had been laughing at Rod’s predicament. Oliver chucked the bins into the tray of the truck and handed Rod the air fresheners through the window before jumping back into the front passenger seat.

They went through the McDonald’s drive-through and bought their lunch.

As soon as they got home and stowed all their purchases in Rod’s room, Rod lay on the changing table, and after Oliver had strapped him in, Oliver set to and began to change Rod’s nappy. Oliver doubled-gloved himself with disposable gloves he’d bought just in case. Oliver pulled Rod’s plastic pants off, dropped them in the nappy bucket, and removed the three pins holding the nappy. If the guys had thought that the smell in the truck’s cabin was bad, it was nothing compared to the odour that assaulted the boys’ nostrils when Oliver opened the nappy fully. Rod flamed bright red, while Oliver only tutted to try and cover the grin that wanted to spread all over his face.

Oliver couldn’t have asked for the consistency of Rod’s shit to have been any better. As the faecal matter hadn’t stayed in the bowel as long as it normally does, Rod’s bowel didn’t have enough time to reclaim all the moisture it usually does out of the faecal matter. When you add the urine that Rod was continually leaking, the faecal matter was the consistency of slightly runny porridge. Some of it was just liquid, and the smell was enough to make anyone gag, but Oliver was surprisingly pleased with everything he saw and smelt. Oliver pulled the nappy out from under Rod’s arse, and after rolling it up, Oliver dropped it in the bucket and called Nick into the room. Nick, for his part, entered the room very reluctantly as the smell just made him want to gag. Oliver handed Nick the bucket, “take this out to the laundry and wash them in the troves, and bring them back and put them in the nappy bucket.” Sighing deeply, Nick took the offered bucket off Oliver and took it out to the laundry.

Nick removed his bowl from the troves and began to wash the shit-filled nappy in the troves until he’d washed all the shit he could find off the material before he returned it to the bucket. Nick picked up his bowl and was now faced with a big dilemma, where does he keep his bowl now? He really didn’t want to put it back into the troves where he’d just rinsed all of Rod’s shit out of his nappy, but that was where he’d been told to leave his bowl to drain dry. For now, Nick put his bowl on the shelf over the troves and left it there. Nick carried the bucket back to Rod’s room, emptied the sodden mess into the nappy bucket, and was relieved when he could seal the lid shut. He stood there for a minute as he watched Oliver wiping up the residual shit from off Rod’s genitals.

After he gave Nick the bucket with Rod’s shit-filled nappy, Oliver grabbed the packet of wipes and began to wipe up all the residual faeces off Rod’s upper legs, groin, cock, and balls, and, of course, his arse crack and hole. While Oliver was wiping all the faecal matter off Rod’s cock, he rolled Rod’s foreskin back and ensured he cleaned all the liquid shit and ‘cheese’ he found there before turning his concentration to the rest of the mess. For this reason, Oliver threw the used wipes into one of the new bins where he’d put the liner. When he was sure he’d got all the residual faecal matter cleaned up, Oliver broke open one of the bags of disposable nappies and got Rod to lift his arse up, then positioned the pad. Rod lowered his arse onto the pad, and Oliver did the pad up and released Rod from the straps of the changing table. Rod stood up and walked around, showing off his new pad to Oliver, which broke both guys up, and they started to laugh.

When they’d got themselves under control, they went out to the loungeroom and told Nick to dish up their lunch while they played a game on their x-box. Having pissed all over Nick’s, which he took to the laundry to eat on the floor, the guys continued to play their game as they enjoyed their McDonald’s. They spent the rest of the afternoon playing games. When Rod had to change his pad because it was wet, and by the smell, they knew that his bowels were open, Oliver grabbed everything they’d need from Rod’s room and told Rod to go to the bathroom.

“Now,” Oliver began, “because you are going to have to do this on your own; when I’m at work, what your going to do is stand in the shower cubicle, which Rod did. Now you can take your pad off on your own and not make a big mess in your room.

“Oh,” was all Rod could think to say.

“Now,” Oliver continued, “when you remove your pad,” Oliver stopped and looked meaningfully at Rod until he got the message.

“Oh, right,” Rod said as he undid the side tabs holding his pad closed, and it fell onto the floor of the shower cubicle, to which Oliver tutted as he handed him a small bin liner. Flaming red, Rod picked up the pad from the bottom of the shower cubicle, put it in the small bag, and tied it off.

“Good, boy,” Oliver said as he reached out and ruffled the back of Rod’s hair, and Rod, unable to help himself, just glowed under the praise Oliver gave him. “Now,” Oliver continued, “I want you to wash your groin, arse, and legs off,” Oliver said as Rod turned the water on. He grabbed the face washer, applied a generous amount of the liquid soap to it, and set to washing himself. Oliver stood and watched to ensure that Rod cleaned himself upright, which was a good thing because Rod didn’t retract his foreskin and wash underneath it. When Oliver was satisfied that Rod had cleaned himself up completely, he allowed Rod to turn the water off and get out of the shower cubicle and dry himself off. Oliver gave Rod the tube of lanolin lotion, and he applied a generous amount of the lotion to his groin and arse crack before Oliver handed him one of the new pull-up pads to try.

Rod stepped into the pull-up, pulled it up, and adjusted himself so that he was comfortable. “Good, boy,” Oliver said again as he ruffled the back of Rod’s head again, “come on, let’s go back to our game. As they passed Rod’s room, he ducked in and put the pad in the bin before he joined Oliver in the lounge and continued the game.

The boys kept Nick busy fetching them drinks and eats, and Oliver had him suck on his cock for a bit until he got tired of it and pushed him off. They decided to have takeaway for tea and continued to play their games until they heard the doorbell go. They heard Nick walking down the hall to answer the door, but Oliver called out to Nick when he was level with the door to the lounge room. When Nick entered the loungeroom, Oliver took Nick’s wallet off him and handed it silently to Rod. Rod flamed red instantly but got up off the couch and went and answered the door.

“What the fuck,” the delivery guy exclaimed when the front door and he was met with the sight of Rod in nothing but his pad, “what the fuck are you wearing,” he asked incredulously.

“Um, I’m wearing my nappy!” Rod replied somewhat defiantly.

“Why the fuck are you wearing a nappy for?” the delivery guy retorted.

“’Cause I don’t have any control over my bladder or bowels….”

“What the fuck? Did you have an operation or something?”

“Nah,” Rod replied, “I’ve been listening to a hypnosis recording….”

“What, you did this to yourself willingly?” the delivery guy asked Rod incredulously.

“Um, yeah,” Rod replied as his confidence for the situation he was now in grew inside his head, “I’ve wanted to do this for as long as I can remember, and now thanks to Oliver, I can realise my dream.” As the import of what he was saying finally dawned on Rod and he found he grew in courage to be able to talk about his life choice.

“So,” the delivery driver said with a shake of his head, “are you going to suck my cock for me now?” he asked expectantly as he started to undo the fly of his jeans.

“No,” Nick said with a sigh as he walked up behind Rod.

“Fuck, yeah!” the delivery guy said with feeling, “get out here, boi and suck my fuckin’ cock,” the delivery guy finished as he fished his cock out of his jeans, just as Nick fell to his knees in front of him. Nick sucked the cock into his mouth as he knelt on the front porch and sucked on it until it got hard and snaked down Nick’s throat. It wasn’t long before the delivery guy sucked in a deep breath as he felt his cock spewing his cum down Nick’s throat. The delivery guy slowly recovered as Nick cleaned up his cock for him. “Fuck,” the delivery guy said as he stuffed his cock back into his jeans, “this must be someplace to live,” he said with feeling. “Do you all have a kink,” he asked.

But before Rod could answer him, Oliver said, “they do, but I don’t,” as he joined them all on the front step. “Hi, howzit going,” he asked the delivery guy, who suddenly seemed embarrassed as he rubbed behind his neck, looking down at the front porch.

“Um, oh,” was all the delivery guy could seem to say.

“Something on ya mind,” Oliver asked, not that he really cared; all he wanted to do was get the delivery guy off his front porch. The delivery guy, for his part, flamed red, undid his jeans, and pushed them down towards his knees to reveal the lacy nickers he was wearing, but he wasn’t finished there. The delivery guy grabbed the hems of his tops and lifted them up to reveal the lacey bra that he was wearing.

“Um, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something,” the delivery guy said as he stared really hard at the porch.

Oliver couldn’t believe it, “sure,” he said with a sigh, “come inside, and we’ll talk about whatever it is you want to talk about.” The delivery guy let his tops go, and they fell down as he bent over to grab the top of his jeans.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” Oliver barked at the delivery guy stopping him in his tracks.

“Um…,” he began as he looked up at Oliver.

“If you want to come in and talk to me about you wearing women’s underwear, then you can leave your other clothes there and come in in nothing but your underwear. Or you can fuck off; the choice is yours,” Oliver finished up as he turned on his heel and walked back into the house, calling the other two to follow him.

The guys had sorted out their meal, and Oliver had just finished pissing on Nick’s food for him when the delivery guy walked through the loungeroom door in nothing but his women’s lacey underwear.

“That’s better,” Oliver said as he looked up at the delivery guy standing there in his lacey panties and bra, “now, what can I do for you,” Oliver asked the delivery guy as he began to eat.

“Um,” the delivery guy began as he looked meaningfully at the floor because he found it too hard to look Oliver and Rod in the eye.

“Seriously,” Oliver asked the delivery guy, “with everything you’ve seen around here, you can’t talk to me about the women’s underwear?”

“Um,” was all the delivery guy could seem to say.

“Look,” Oliver tried again, “if you can’t talk to me about whatever this thing is,” Oliver said as he waved his hand around in the direction of the delivery guy, “then fuck off. Our meal is getting cold, or you could sit the fuck down and talk to us.” With that, Oliver became busy and began eating, indicating to Rod to do the same.

The delivery guy seemed to have made a decision as he pulled one of the chairs out from under the dining room table, “um,” he began, “as you can see, I like to wear women’s underwear, and, um, I was wondering, if you had somewhere here where I could…,” he trailed off.

“Oh, fuck,” Oliver cut the delivery guy off, “what, you want to come here and wear your women’s underwear? Is that right?”

The delivery guy let out a big sigh of relief, “yes, could I leave my stuff here? I’d pay rent,” the delivery guy hastened to add.

“Damn right you will,” Oliver shot back, “but why women’s underwear when guys can get ‘frilly’ underwear now?”

“I know, and I did try the guy’s underwear, but it doesn’t feel the same,” the delivery guy said, sounding lame even to his own ears.

“Ok,” Oliver agreed, “but there are rules you’ll have to follow, just like the other two….”

“Sure, whatever you want,” the delivery guy said, brightening up as he looked Oliver in the eye for the first time since he walked into the house.

‘Ok, the rules are simple, you can only enter the house in women’s clothing, so like tonight, if you’re only wearing your women’s underwear, then you strip down to that at the front door. You’re allowed to carry your ‘male’ clothes into the house, but you’re not allowed to wear them into or out of the house. You make that change on the front porch; am I making myself clear?”

The delivery guy swallowed the lump that had risen up in his throat as he thought about having to strip and get dressed on the front porch. But the idea of having somewhere where he could keep his women’s clothing was such a relief that he agreed to it readily. “So, how long have you been cross-dressing for?” Oliver asked the delivery guy, who seemingly had no other deliveries to make. The guys all talked about the delivery guy’s fetish as Oliver and Rod ate their meal.

I do apologise for this chapter taking so long, it was determined to go in a particular direction that I didn’t want it to, but I finally made peace with it and here it is in all it’s glory. For those of you who have sent you best wishes, I am feeling a lot better, so thank you for that. Life got in the way as well, but some issues in my life have been resolved now, so I’ve been able to concentrate on my writing more. I’m really not into infantilism, and I’m not knocking anyone who is, I just hope I’ve done that part of my story justice for you all who are. The same goes for the cross-dressing, it’s really not my thing, and while I have a few friends who are cross-dressers, I didn’t get my inspiration from them. It was just something that happened, so again I hope I do that part of the story justice for you people.

Cheers

Bastian