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>It was another lazy day browsing your favorite anonymous Indonesian pottery forum
>Not that you didn't like it, quite the opposite
>You just wished they wouldn't argue over dumb stuff so much
>You open the /aco/ thread and prepare yourself to make coom for the second (third?) time today
>It was shameful, but there were way worse things you could have than an underwear fetish
>You start stroking lil' anon and are suddenly hit by a cramp
>A BIG Cramp in your chest, and it hurts!
>Is this what a heart attack feels like? Or a stroke?
>Your vision is blurring a little, but this sudden pain is making it hard to do anything
>Maybe god has finally decided to smite your degenerate ass
>About time, then
>You get over yourself and reach for your phone
>Just in case you aren't fated to die today, you decide to call 911 for an ambulance.
>You dial in, and by the time the tone hits you realize you don't know what to say.
>Yes, there's a lot of pain, but shouldn't you actually be dying or something? Do you play it up?
>You're shaken out of these thoughts by the sound of the operator answering the phone.
"911, what's your emergency~?
>Oh shit
>You consider your words for a moment, a habit you wish you had when you weren't trying not to die
"Uh, I woke up with some really bad chest pains, and I think I need a ride to a hospital" you croak out
"Oh, okay" she chimes, "And what's your name, sir?"
"I'm Anon Emus Teebeedee"
"Alright mister Teebeedee, I'll send an ambulance right away to pick you up."
>You give her your address, and she tells you to hang in there until it comes
>The pain in your chest is still pounding, but it calms down a little, maybe knowing that help is on the way is doing you some good
>You decide to get some things together in a backpack for a hospital stay, however might long it take
>Your laptop and charger is an easy include. You also pack a change of clothes.
>You look at your open pack of Ultra Thick Teen Huggies for Heavy Bedmessers, bought off the internet
>Would it be...?
>No, you decide. Imagine getting your fetish found out, at a hospital no less! You'd be send off to the psych immediately and they'd throw away the key faster than you could explain that it was "just an underwear fetish"
>You zip up your bag and put on your pants and jacket, just in time to hear the ambulance sirens outside
>It's weird hearing it and knowing it's for you
>The siren stops and you head outside
>There's a man a little older than you in front of the ambulance
"Hey", you squeak out through your chest pain
"Hey, are you Anon?" he asks
>You nod
"Alright, follow me"
>He leads you to the back of the ambulance and gives you a hand climbing up into it
>There's a bench on either side, it's surprisingly spacious when there's not a giant bed in there
>You take a seat as he closes up the doors, and he sits opposite you when he's done
"So, you just needed a ride?" he asks
"Yeah, that's right"
>He chuckles a bit, probably sensing that you're nervous and maybe a little embarrassed about calling an ambulance over a little chest pain
>You feel the ambulance start moving though there's no windows in the cabin to support that
"Don't worry, you're not the first. I wish we got more calls like these."
>He makes small talk, mostly about how you're doing and what your symptoms could mean.
>It's better than silence, at least
>Before you know it, you arrive at the hospital
"This is our stop!"
>He opens the back doors of the ambulance for you
"Since you're not bleeding out or anything, I trust you can find your way in on your own."
>You carefully step out of the tall vehicle so you don't end up flat on the asphalt
>You feel the chill autumn wind at your back, and realize that it is later in the evening than you thought it was.
>Bag on your back, you wander through the automatic sliding doors of the hospital
>You look around, it's empty except for a cute older couple leaning on eachother
>The receptionist looks up as you approach
"Hi, how can I help you?" she chirps
"Hi, I'm Anon, and I called maybe 20 minutes ago about some chest pain I've been having."
>It still hurts, but it has gotten easier since you left your house
"Oh, you're Anon? We've actually been expecting you. Have a seat while I page the doctor and he'll be out in a minute."
>You do as you're told, sitting in one of the generic hospital lobby chairs a good distance away from the napping couple.
>Having a look around, it's actually really boring in here.
>There's a rack of magazines and a television overhead looping the daily news, but otherwise there's not much.
>You're just about bored enough to go get one of those magazines when a nurse comes through the floppy doors your name is called
"Mister Teebeedee, the doctor will see you now."
>You pick up your bag and follow her
>She leads you through a few hallways, silent except for the your footsteps on the linoleum and the hospital air conditioner, and stops in front of a particular room
"Have a seat, and the doctor will be in momentarily."
>She leaves and you look around. You immediately notice that this room is meant for two people by the presence of another bed, and a curtain between them.
>You also notice an open pack of Abena M4s next to one of the beds
>Just sitting there
>Menacingly
>And in your size
>You do your best to ignore it as you're expecting the doctor to be in at any second and you have more pressing issues like your mystery chest pain, but your mind can't help but wander.
>What if they already know about your fetish? Did you switch timelines somehow to where a diaper fetish is a common thing to have?
>Oh god oh fuck
>And suddenly your woolgathering is interrupted by the sound of the door opening
>A tall old man steps in, with a bushy beard and a brow heavy with experience
"You must be anon," he rattles, "are you here alone?"
>You nod, slightly embarrassed.
"Don't worry, son. We'll get you right as rain in no time. Tell me about the pain you've been experiencing."
>You edify him on how your condition, leaving out what you were doing at the time you started feeling it and how you thought God himself was going to smite you for being such a degenerate.
>He listens quietly, sometimes interrupting briefly to ask doctor-ly questions like if you've ever had this pain before (No.), if you have a family history of it (I don't think so?), if you're sexually active (N-no!) and the like
>You finish your tale and he considers the facts for a moment
>"Well, I think you'll be okay. Given that you're still with us and how young you are, it probably wasn't a heart attack or a stroke. Maybe just a kidney stone or something. We'll start by looking into that."
>You breathe out, relieved that you likely weren't going to die today
"However," he starts, "we'll need to wait until morning to test that theory, since the lab boys have already gone home for the night. You can stay here until then, and maybe get a nap in or something."
>You sigh and nod. You didn't really know what to expect when you called 911, but spending a night at the hospital is probably preferable to being dead.
>At least you had the foresight to bring your laptop
"Alright, I'll leave you to it then. Just press the call button on the bedside remote if you need anything, and a nurse will be in to check on you."
>He gets up to leave and you lean back in your bed, opposite the one with the open diaper pack sitting by it
>You open your bag, plug up the charger to the laptop, and try to take your mind off the pain.
>You go to connect to the internet and realize you forgot to ask for the wi-fi password, you bonehead
>Well, shit
>At least you've got some porn and movies saved to your hard drive
>And then there's that open pack of Abenas on the other side of the other bed
>It's kinda almost like you're home
>You try to distract yourself by watching Fight Club again, but it's no use
>If this were one of the fapfics you like so much, this would be the part where you put one on and then the busty nurse comes in and accuses you of being a real baby all along before hauling you off to the nursery forever
>But that's just fantasy, those things don't happen in real life
>Right?
>And it is your room after all...
>And you are in private...
>And no one would know...
>And you do have some time on your hands...
>Your thoughts are so loud you barely hear Meat Loaf putting the smack down on Edward Norton
>You think for a moment
>You suppose if you're fast enough, you could put yourself in one of those Abenas, rub out the urge, and be done with it before anyone was ever the wiser.
>Yeah, that sounds like a plan
>Slowly you get up from your bed and walk over to the open pack
>Leaning down, you pull one out slowly
>It's been too long since you wore for fun
>Your prize in hand, you scuttle over to the room's bathroom
>Laying down on the floor, you carefully remove your pants and boxers until your ass is naked on the bathroom floor
>Oh man, it feels good
>You unfold the diaper and wrap it around yourself
>Once the tapes are in place, you stand up and and look down at your discarded clothes
>Since you don't plan to go anywhere like this, it's probably fine to leave them there for now
>Now in just a diaper and T-shirt, you waddle (waddle!) back over to your bed and bury yourself in covers
>Nice
>You pause and minimize the Fight Club window, and crack open your emergency mobile porn stash
>Haha yes
>You start rubbing yourself under the covers, with the thought that you should make this experience last
>You're halfway through your meru folder when you hear the door of your room open
>fuck fuck FUCK
>You instinctively minimize your porn tabs and take off your headphones
>It looks like whoever opened the door hasn't noticed you yet
"- and this is where you'll be staying tonight" you hear the nurse say
>But you already got your room?
>Oh, she's talking to someone else
>She moves out of the doorway to let her charge through
>A cute blonde girl steps through
>She's about your age and dressed in a t-shirt and slacks, and is holding a rather large teddy bear
"We couldn't get you your own room, but there's more than enough space in here."
"It's okay, I don't mind!" the cute girl responds
>The nurse looks at you, and you're thankful you've managed to hide your surprise at the interruption
"This is Anon, he'll be sharing this room tonight"
>The girl waves at you
"Hi Anon, I'm Ashley!"
>You free your right hand from under your blanket to wave back at her, trying not to show how nervous you are
"Alright honey, be good and I'll check on you in the morning."
"Yes ma'am!"
>The nurse turns to leave, and shuts the door behind her
>The girl walks over to her bed, and you notice a distinct rustling sound as she moves
>And a white waistband peeking over her slacks
>Oh
>Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
>Things start to click in your head
>That's why the package of diapers was there, this was originally her room
>She climbs into her bed, still rustling loudly
"Huh, I've never slept in the same room as a boy before."
>She gives you a wry smile and you respond
"Well I've never slept with a girl before."
>Nice words, you idiot
>She bursts out laughing
>You can't think of anything to say to un-burn yourself
"Don't worry, I know what you mean" she gets out through the laughter
>You try to laugh along
>She notices your laptop, and thankfully you've closed the porn tabs
"You got any games on that thing?"
"Not without internet" you say.
"Any movies?"
"A few"
"Well alright then, what do you have?"
>You list off some of the movies you keep around for when the internet goes out. Fight Club, Treasure Planet, Goodfellas, usual boy stuff.
>She stops you after you name Full Metal Jacket
"Actually give me a sec, I gotta go change."
>She gets up from her bed and bends down at the open package of diapers and you can't help but stare
>Yep, she's definitely padded
>Wait
>You're still half-nude under the covers!
>And your pants and boxers are still on the bathroom floor!
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
>You try to think your way out of this
>Maybe if you get up quick enough you can get to the bathroom first and put your clothes back on over the diaper
>But how would you get over there without exposing your padded ass?
>Maybe if you brought the blanket it could wor-
>Ashley is already there
>She looks down at your pants
"Are these yours, anon?"
>You don't know what to say
"You should be more tidy with your laundry, someone could slip and fall!"
>You're mortified
>Wait, maybe she still thinks you're wearing clothes like a normal person under that blanket?
>It's the only shot you have
"Y-yeah haha my bad" you barely get out.
>Your mystery chest pain isn't helping, either
>She looks at you
"Well? Are you going to come get your clothes?"
>You look at her
>She looks at you
>You look down at the floor, looking for answers between the tiles
"Ugh, boys. Fine, I'll make you come get them."
>You're about to ask her what that means when she marches over to your bed and yanks off the blanket
>Oh God no
"Just pick up your things-" she starts before she notices the state of your dress
>You open your mouth to explain, or at least lie, before she bursts into laughter once again
"Oh WOW, I thought I was the only one!"
>She's beside herself in tears
>You don't think you can explain yourself out of this anymore
>She eventually stops laughing long enough to collect herself
"Don't worry, I have the same problem. You don't have to be ashamed of it around me."
"What prob-" you begin to ask without thinking
>And suddenly you realize she thinks you NEED to wear diapers
"You don't have to pretend here, it's okay" she almost coos at you. "See?"
>She unbuttons her pants and they drop to the floor, revealing a very similar diaper in a much worse state of use than yours
>Oh
>You catch yourself staring
"So? Are you going to go get your clothes or not?"
>Oh right, that
>You get up from your bed and walk to the bathroom where your clothes are
>Walking past her, you feel a hard slap on your bum, cushioned by the thick padding there
>And then you feel lil' anon standing at attention
>In the bathroom, you reach down and pick up your clothes
"You know, I don't even know what you were so embarrassed about. You aren't even wet."
>Your face goes red as you realize you just bent over, almost naked from the waist down, in front of a cute girl as you carry your clothes back and shamefully start trying to fit your boxers back over your gigantic diaper
"What are you doing?" Ashley asks, "We're alone, remember?"
>You stop what you're doing and instead put your boxers and pants away back in your bag
"About time, I can't wait to get out of this thing."
>She walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her as you cover back up with the white hospital blanket
>You hear the sounds you would expect to hear from a dirty diaper being changed. Tapes being undone, a thump on the floor, the shower being ran, more tapes
>And she's back out, except she still hasn't put her pants back on
"Uh, aren't you gonna put some pants on?" you ask
"Don't be silly, these ARE my pants!" she replies, pointing to her exposed diaper
>Apparently this girl is much more open about her choice of underwear than you've ever been
"Now lets see what you've got on there!"
>She nods at your laptop
"Oh uh, sure" you squeak out.
>It's hard to be ashamed about your current state with this girl here, and with your dulled chest pain
>You sit upright, the blanket still covering your bottom half, and pull the table with your laptop over in front of you
>Ashley hops up next to you on your bed as you open your folder of pirated movies
>Apparently no one ever taught her about personal space
"Oh, how about that one?"
"You like war movies?" you ask
>She's pointed at the folder containing Full Metal Jacket
"Yeah, they're great!" she exclaims
>You double click the folder and then the .mp4 file
>You wonder how long you can sit like this for
>She gets up to turn off the lights
>Meanwhile you're still rock hard in your diapers and hoping she hasn't noticed
>The lights go out, and she returns to your side on the bed
>The opening credits begin to roll, the light from your laptop being the only light in the room
"Well, don't just sit there."
>She looks at you expectedly
"Wha-" you barely get out before she pushes you backwards to lay on the bed
>You think to yourself that there's not enough room for the two of you in this one bed, and especially not when you're both basically nude from the waist down save for your shameful choice of underwear
>She gets in just fine on the other side and sets your laptop down in between you two, in your laps
>Very assertive, this one
"How's that, cutie?"
>You have to admit that its comfortable, at least as comfortable as it can get with a hard-on and some chest pain
"Maybe we should jus-" you begin
"Shhhhhhh! It's starting!"
>Soon, the only sound in the room is "Goodbye My Sweetheart, Hello Vietnam"
>You stay quiet as to not interrupt the movie and allow yourself to think that if you had a girlfriend, this is probably what it would feel like
>Not amazing like the other anons said it was, but not that bad either
>Things could've gone a lot worse than laying in bed with a cute girl watching a movie
>You two begin to watch the movie together, and you try not to move
>Lil' anon is still standing tall but Ashley seems to have not noticed or at least, not brought it up
>Some time passes, occasionally Ashley giggles at the movie or shifts around in her seat a little
>At some point you hear her exhale quietly, the same way you do when you take a leak
>As well as a hissing sound
>Wait, is she really?
>You don't want to ask, especially not during a movie
>Come to think of it, you haven't used the bathroom in a while
>You feel a twinge down there
>It can wait until after the movie, probably
>More time passes
>You're about an hour into the movie, you think, about the time when Animal Mother and Joker get into it and Joker gets introduced to the birthday boy
>At this point you're trying not to squirm
>You don't want to get up and pause the movie but you also don't want to wet yourself, especially not beside this cute girl
>That doesn't make it any easier though
>You do your best to hold it as more time passes
>Maybe another 10 or 20 minutes, about the time when the soldiers are being interviewed
>You've been shifting around in your seat for maybe the past 5
>Finally, Ashley says something
"Are you okay, baby?"
You tell her that you're fine, just getting comfortable
"Oh, I know that look."
>She gets up, free of the squeeze you two were in, and pauses the movie
"What are you-"
"Shhh, don't worry" she assures you
>She picks up the laptop and puts it on the table beside you
"Did you think I wouldn't notice? That's kinda rude, mister Anon"
>Maybe you weren't as stealthy as you thought you were
"Thankfully I know just the thing to work your little problem out."
>You don't get a chance to ask her what she means
>She climbs back up on the bed but instead of going to her side where she was watching the movie, she puts her legs on either side of yours and leans down on you
>Suddenly she's on top of you, and you're both there, diaper to diaper
>in the dark
>in the same bed
>with lil' anon prominently poking your pampers
>Oh
>She gives you an expectant look
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
>You're not sure what to say, like at all
>You try to get up but in the process, you two rub diapers together
>You didn't expect it to feel this good
>She replies by dipping down onto your concealed boner
>Things go naturally from there
>You two get even closer, bucking diapers
>Amidst all this action you forget to hold onto your bladder and it lets go into your padding
>Ashley pauses for a moment while you wet yourself like a baby in front of her
>She giggles at your soaking
"You're a real natural, Anon."
>Your face gets even hotter
"But watch THIS!"
>You were about to ask her what she meant, but she takes her weight off of you and goes back into a kneeling position
>She closes her eyes and smiles, putting on a face of concentration
>You hear something pop near the back of her diaper
>And then again, and then some more muffled farts
>She's giving you a front row seat to her fill-up
>Her diaper majorly sags in the back, while also beginning to sag in the front as she wets herself while she does it
>No wonder she was put in such thick diapers, she's a real professional
"Alright, I'm good!"
>She returns to where she was on top of you
>Your face approaches nuclear meltdown temperatures but the only way this could get worse is if you let her down, so you give it your all
>Since there's no penetrating going on, you two really have to grind for it
>Thankfully you're still hard
>She bounces on top of you for a while, with you doing your best to give back
>Your dirty diapers thwapping each other adds something not totally unpleasant, too
>After a particularly forceful thrust of yours she breathes out hard and you two climax together
>The humping slows as you both ride out your orgasms, twitching with pleasure
>She lays on top of you, apparently satisfied
"You know... that wasn't so bad... for a first timer...." she pushes out in the afterglow
>You lay there, just breathing. You notice your chest pain has gone down, too
>Slowly, she rolls back over into the position you both were watching your movie in
>You hear a squish when her butt collides with the mattress
"Shouldn't we get changed?" you ask
"Nah, it can wait."