Project Memory

By: The DarkBladeMaster

/ / / / / / / / / /

Warning, this story contains scenes of gay youth sex. Also included is content involving the wearing and using of diapers, along with a small range of other fetishes. There will also be fantasy style content, such as fighting, vampires, werewolves and various other things. If gay diaper boys aren't your thing, I suggest leaving this page by hitting the back button on your browser now. However, if you wish to read this story, than I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

/ / / / / / / / / /

Chapter 1

Twelve year old Alexander Micheal Haynes, or as he preferred to be called, Alex. Was currently resting quietly against a large tree in the school yard, his eyes scanning the numerous other kids as they rushed around, chatted, played games, and did the normal things done during lunchtime. Alex though wanted none of it, he was happy relaxing against this tree and just watching. It was what he always did after all, just watched as the world went on around him.

His Mom thought it was one of his biggest problems, and Alex knew she was likely as right as she always was. But he couldn't help it, he had a hard time talking or relating to others, and most kids now considered him just to be anti-social. Since all of them had known him since first grade, they all just left him alone, and no one tried to even talk to him anymore. This of course made it hard to learn to talk to others, and Alex had simply given up and accepted his status as a loner.

Nowadays only a few kids would come and try to talk to him, almost every single one of them though thinking he was a girl. Alex knew he wasn't the most masculine of boys, his slender, feminine body doing little to help his position. But he hated to be mistaken for a girl, and his reaction to being called one was never pleasant. Often this would ruin a first impression, scare the kid talking to him, and they would never try to interact with him again.

Alex sighed and pushed himself to his feet, his eyes gazing around him swiftly, and his hands slipping into the pockets of his dark black jeans before he started walking. Kids seeing him moved out of his way, and whispers broke out behind him as he headed back into the school. He was used to it though, and paid them no mind as he headed through the twisting hallways of Raiton Elementary. After a few seconds he found himself at his destination, pushing the door open he headed into the bathroom.

Like he did every time he entered, he stopped in front of the mirror to make sure he still looked okay. He knew his careful maintenance of his appearance, also didn't help him keep the image of a normal masculine boy. But he liked looking nice, and if that made him a little girly, well he didn't really mind...at least, as long as no one mentioned it. Alex pulled a small comb out of the inside pocket of his black hoodie jacket, and ran it through his hair as he adjusted his ponytail.

His midnight black hair was only around a medium length, but he liked it better tied in a ponytail, than just hanging limply down his back. The fact that all of his hair didn't fit in the ponytail, really didn't bother him that much. It allowed his hair to hand down in front, covering his eyes unless he pushed it behind his ears. This allowed him to keep his eyes hidden, which made sure no one say the emotions in them unless they were incredibly lucky.

Alex was a very emotional boy, but he had learned quickly to hide them. Now the only way to tell his emotions was looking in his eyes, which was of course why he kept them hidden. He hated people seeing him all emotional, it enforced their opinion of him being a girl, which Alex thought was ridiculous. You weren't a girl just because you were emotional, but since that was how everyone thought, he did his best to hide his emotions.

Tucking his comb back into his inner pocket, he turned and headed over to the urinals. Unbuckling the silver fox buckle of his leather belt, he pulled his dark red shirt up slightly, lowered his boxers, pulled out his slightly hard dick, and started to pee. A second later an odd noise from the stalls to his right caught his attention, and he turned his head to look at them and focused on listening carefully. A slight rustling filtered through his ears, and the sounds of someones sneakers skidding on the ground.

Shacking his now soft penis a few times, he pulled up his boxers, tucked down his shirt, and buckled his belt, before turning and heading over to the sinks. Turning on the sink he blinked as he heard a loud gasp from the same stall as before, ignoring it he washed his hands quickly. Than he grabbed some paper-towel and dried his hands, he was just about to leave the bathroom when he heard a slight sob from the same stall.

Now concerned, Alex quickly moved to the front of the stall, put his hand on the door and softly asked, “Hey, you okay in there?”

“Wh...wha...what...no...no...there's nothing...no...I...I'm fine,” stuttered a voice from inside the stall.

Alex's eyes narrowed, he could literally hear the fear in this kids voice. Frowning he wish he could see into the stall, it would have helped him a great deal. He had always been very observant and perceptive, but in order to observe he needed to be able to see the kid. Plus, even his perception only went so far when all he had to go on was a tone of voice.

“You sure?” questioned Alex raising an eyebrow

“Ya...yah...I...'sob'...I'm fi...'sniffle'...fine,” answered the voice slowly.

Alex didn't think that kid was even remotely fine, he was still trying to stop from crying it sounded like. But he knew he wasn't going to be able to do anything, the boy obviously didn't want anyone to know what was happening. Sighing mentally he knew it was time to go, if the boy didn't want help he wouldn't be able to do anything, except maybe make the poor kid more scared.

“Okay than,” said Alex softly, “If you're sure?”

“Ya...'sniffle'...yah,” answered the voice.

Nodding Alex turned and headed out of the bathroom, where he immediately turned the nearby corner and set his gaze on the bathroom entrance. He wanted to know who was in that stall, and if they were really okay, or just too embarrassed to get help. His back against the wall he waited, and waited, and waited for what seemed like a whole hour, but in reality was maybe eight minutes. Finally someone pocked their head out of the bathroom, looking around wildly, and than ran straight down the corridor.

Alex's eyes and mind quickly took in the boy, examining him and trying to figure out what had happened. It was a kid Alex had never spoken to, or seen before, which was amazing in and itself. Alex had thought he knew everyone who went to the school, having observed them all at one point or another. This boy though, who stood at about 4'5” and looked no older than nine, maybe ten if you stretched it, was completely new to him.

He has short light brown hair, that was spiking wildly upwards and outwards in multiple directions. He had what appeared to be light green eyes, and was running like someone who knew exactly how to make the most out of their steps. He was wearing a forest green t-shirt, that was hanging out over his baggy grey sweatpants. Which Alex noticed had a small wet spot on them, that the boy was covering pretty well as he ran.

The mystery of the boy solved, Alex pushed himself off the wall and started heading back outside for the last few minutes of lunchtime. The boy wasn't the first little kid who he had seen have an accident, so he wasn't really that surprised the poor kid had been embarrassed. Alex was at the door when he heard a loud crash coming form behind him, spinning around he gazed down the hall for the source, only to see nothing suspicious.

He was just about to turn back around, when a small blue backpack slid across the floor and smashed into the wall between the bathrooms. He immediately recognized the bag as the one that little kid had been carrying, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he jogged over to the hall and gazed down it. At the end of the hall just before the main entrance, were three kids he immediately recognized. The three class bullies, and they had surrounded the little kid.

Rick, Nick and Jake, the three most hated kids in the school. They were bullies and nothing else, they picked on everyone else for no reason. Alex didn't know what he should do, it would take too long to go get a teacher, and the Principle's office was empty at lunchtime. He also really didn't want to go over and fight, he was a pacifist by choice and hated fighting. But he knew he needed to do something, he just didn't know what.

“Hey YOU!” shouted Alex as he started walking quickly towards them.

The three bullies turned, and than laughed and looked away, turning back to the kid and continuing to harass him. Alex couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew it wasn't anything good, the kid was almost in tears for heaven's sake. Alex was still thinking of a plan when it happened, Rick, the leader, shoved the kid hard backwards. He watched horrified as the kid smashed into the wall, before crumpling to the ground and clutching his arm in pain.

Alex saw red, it took a lot to make him loses his patience or get angry, and seeing someone injured for no reason quickly did it. Just because he was a pacifist didn't mean he didn't know how to fight, only that he didn't like doing it. It took him only a few seconds to show the bullies he wasn't someone to mess with, and within a few more seconds they were running away like dogs with their tails between their legs.

Alex turned to the kid and winced at the sight, the kids shoulder was definitely dislocated, or maybe even broken. His clothing was scratched from sliding down the wall, and his pants were soaked, along with the floor around him. Alex bent down and carefully helped the boy to his feet, before he slowly started walking them to the nurses office, which was the closest place he knew they could find a teacher.

“I...'sob'...I'm such...'sob'...such a baby,” sobs the boy before he starts to cry fully.

“Hey, don't talk about yourself like that, it could have happened to anyone,” reassures Alex softly as they continued walking.

“But...'sob'...but it's alw...'sob''sob'...always me,'sob'...I'm...'sob'...twelve and still...'sob''choke',” the boy trails off as his tears become to heavy to keep talking.

Alex meanwhile is a little surprised, that this kid who looked no older than ten, was really twelve. He winced slightly, the kid must have it pretty ruff because of his appearance. But he had no more time to think about it, as they arrived in front of the nurses office. Alex decided to ignore pleasantries, and with a heavy kick, sent the door crashing open and denting the wall it opened into.

“HOW DAR...” started the teacher, before her eyes widened at the sight of Alex and the boy he was supporting, “Quick, put him on the bed.”

Alex walked them over to the nearby bed, and gently lowered the still crying boy onto it. The teacher immediately went to work, her small amount of medical training being stretched to the limit. Alex stayed and helped as best he could, fetching things and trying to keep the boy calm as the teacher worked to relocate his arm, which had indeed been dislocated.

“This is going to hurt,” whispered the teacher wishing the nurse hadn't taken sick today.

Alex immediately prepared himself, moving forward as the teacher pushed the kids arm back into place. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the school, and Alex winced slightly as the boy flung himself into his arms part crying, and part screaming in pain. Alex wrapped his arms around him, and hugged him as the boy cried and screamed into his shoulder. After a few seconds it was over, and the boy slumped down onto the bed asleep from the exhaustion of the experience.

Alex was in a similar condition, and slumped down into a nearby chair to watch the boy sleep. The teacher was too busy rushing to inform the other teachers, and see if the boy needed to go to the hospital to do anything about him. Alex didn't mind though, her leaving gave him time to think about what had happened, and observe the boy as he slept. Which for some reason, he found made him blush slightly, and cause a warmth to spread through him.

Alex wasn't used to helping others, or being the person someone cried on, or the person who comforted someone else. This had been an interesting experience, and he found that he had surprising liked it. The boy being in his arms and taking comfort from his embrace had been a unique thing, something he doubted would ever happen again. The boy was likely to take one look at him, hear the rumors about him, and than never speak to him again.

Suddenly the door was thrown open again, and a tall man who had to be at least 5'10” rushed into the room. He had dark brown hair, that like the kids spiked wildly upwards and outwards in multiple directions. His eyes were a dark green, and he was wearing a grey sweater, white jeans and shoes and looking very angry. Alex watch as the man rushed towards the bed, and collapsed down beside it, looking at the sleeping boy in worry.

“Mr. Stuart, don't worry Kyle is going to be fine,” came the voice of the Principle as she walked calmly into the room.

“Who did this,” growled Mr. Stuart, his voice dark and dangerous.

“I'm afraid I don,” the Principle was suddenly cut off as Alex spoke up, “It was Rick, Nick and Jake, they were bullying him for the wet spot on his pants.”

The Principle's gazed whipped towards him as she questioned, “Are you sure?”

Alex's nod was all she needed, immediately she turned and was rushing out of the nurses room, sharply snapping out orders to the teachers around her. Meanwhile the teacher who had relocated the bo...Kyle's arm walked back into the room, she took one look at Mr. Stuart and Kyle, and than turned to face Alex.

“How are you doing, did they get you too?” questioned the teacher

“No,” answered Alex simply.

“Than thank you for your help, but you should return to class,” she informed him seriously as she handed him a note to give to his teacher.

Alex pushed himself to his feet, and walked over to Mr. Stuart. Mr. Stuart turned to look at him questioningly, and Alex handed him Kyle's backpack which he had been holding the entire time. Mr. Stuart took it and nodded at him in thanks, trying to show his gratitude with his eyes, because he was too worried to speak anymore.

“Have a good day, I hope Kyle recovers quickly,” said Alex softly as he walked out of the nurses office.

Alex walked down the hallway and back towards his classroom, lunch had ended and he was going to be late. Thankfully he had a double period today, and it was a period of Fine Arts, where their Teacher, Mr. Evans, was much more relaxed about things than most. Alex wasn't that good at art, but he enjoyed sketching, as it was the only thing he thought he was even slightly skilled at. Pushing the door open, Alex walked into the classroom and over to the Mr. Evan's desk.

“Ah Mr. Haynes, glad to see you've arrived,” said Mr. Evans with a chuckle.

“Sorry Sir, I was in the Nurse's Office,” informed Alex as he handed his note over.

Mr. Evans looked down at it, and after a couple seconds, nodded and waved him off to work. Alex walked over to his table near the back of the room, he was the only person sitting at the three people table, but he found he didn't really mind. Alex spread out his things, and pulled out his large sketchbook. Picking up his special sketching pencil, and placing his eraser in easy reach, he began to sketch.

His hand seemed to move on its own as it often did in this class, sketching softly, quickly, and making curves, lines, and other motions as he lost himself in thought. After a few minutes Alex removed his hand from the page, and looked down at his sketch which wasn't even close to being completed. At this point it was only a few vague lines and shapes, but Alex knew when he was done it would be another sketch he could be proud to show his Mom.

Grabbing his eraser, Alex did a little touch-up, and than put his pencil back onto the paper and continued to sketch. Two hours later, five minutes before the bell was about to ring, Alex removed his pencil from the page and put it back in its case. Looking at the page he found himself examining a slightly humanoid looking outline, without any defining features. Happy with his progress, he packed up his supplies, and was just pulling his bag over a shoulder when the bell rang.

Reaching into his bag he pulled out headphones, and stuck the ear-buds into his ears, before connecting the cord to his Ipod Touch. Slipping the Ipod onto his belt, he hit a button and music flooded his ears, blocking out all other noise. Walking through the school he ignored everyone, instead listening to the music's pounding beat as it rang through his head. Every single day he walked home, and it got boring listening to cars pretty quickly, so his Ipod was a godsend and he took it everywhere with him.

Pushing open the door he headed towards the street, he was cooking dinner tonight so hopefully he could get home to get some special relaxing in before Mom got home. That's how he spent his time after school, relaxing in a way unique to him, that even his mother didn't know. Not that she could have figured it out, he was always very careful, and with her always being gone till later in the day, he always had plenty of time.

Alex loved his Mom, she did her best to provide for him, and show him that she loved him no matter what. She worked long hours at the Hospital, and was often home after eight rather than five like she was supposed to. None of this bothered Alex though, he knew that his Mom did all this for him, and it made him sad that he couldn't make her happy. His Mom wanted nothing more than for him to have a friend, but having giving up Alex knew it would never happen.

Alex arrived at the house, and pulled his keys out before quickly unlocking the door. Walking inside he shut and locked the door behind him, pushed off his shoes, dropped his backpack on the floor by the door, and immediately headed for his bedroom. His bedroom was one of the only places Alex felt safe, because it was a place that was only his. He had even decorated it personally, the walls a shade of electric blue, and the carpet a deep fluffy blue.

There was a bed against the left wall, a large desk against the north, a closet and dresser on the right, and various shelves on the south along with the door. Alex removed his belt and tossed it on the bed, quickly followed by his jeans and boxers thumping to the ground. Now half-naked, Alex pulled open the closet, and pushed aside a few things to reveal a small locked suitcase. Alex unlocked it with the combination, and smiled at the sight of the contents.

Inside the suitcase was a small pile of diapers, some baby powder, baby oil, a few dry washcloths, and a changing mat. This was Alex's most kept secret, the fact that he was a Diaper Lover as he had discovered it was called. He had been happy to find there were more people like him, but upset to discover all of them were older, and none of them lived anywhere near him. His love of diapers was incredible, and he wore at every possible moment.

He often found himself wishing he could wear them all the time, but was unsure if he would be able to cope. He knew there was a difference between wearing and using them, and wearing and having no idea he was using them. Grabbing everything he would need, Alex unfolded the changing mat and laid down on it. A few seconds, a dusting of powder later, and he was snugly tapped in a thick disposable diaper, which to his disappointment he noticed he was down to his last two of.

Alex didn't have enough money to go shopping for more, his allowance wasn't due till next Monday and it was only Wednesday. The only thing he could do, was go and withdraw some money from his account, but than he would need to tell his Mom what he was using it for. His...'Father' had left them a lot of money when he died, something over a couple million dollars, but Alex had to tell his Mom every single thing he was buying when he used any of it. Which was something he didn't want to do right now, since it would alert his Mom to his diaper wearing.

Alex had hated his father, he had been a bastard who had thought only of himself. It was only because of a few various circumstances that his fortune, which they hadn't even known about, was left to them. Even Mom had hated him, and had even been about to divorce him when he had died. They had considered it something of a blessing, and life had gotten much better with him dead. Sometimes Alex felt horrible for thinking that, but than he remembered what his 'Father' had said to him just days before he died.

Flashback

“You're worthless,” snapped Mr. Haynes

“I'm not,” cried Alex.

“Worthless abomination, all you Gay freaks are sinners, undeserving of the life God gave you!” screamed Mr. Haynes

Alex winced as if strike, he couldn't believe he was hearing this. He had thought parents were supposed to love you no matter what, he couldn't help it that he was Gay. Alex opened his mouth to talk again, but before he could say anything a hand slapped him across the face and he crumpled to the ground unconscious.

End Flashback

Needless to say it wasn't one of Alex's favorite memories, and he tried his best to forget he had even had a father. Mom never spoke about him anymore, and they both thought they were better off with him gone. For months after that though, Alex had tried to force himself to be straight, he had been trying so hard that it had been killing him. His Mom had been the only reason he had pulled through, her loving reassurance that being gay was okay with her had saved him.

Pushing himself off the floor Alex savored the loud crinkle of his fresh diaper, before he headed out into the living room. Tapping a few buttons on the stereo it flared to life loudly, with music pounding all around Alex headed into the kitchen.

Opening the fridge he looked through it, what had he decided to make for dinner today anyways? Spotting the chicken breast he smiled, right he was going to make chicken cordon blue. Pulling out everything he would need, Alex arranged it on the counter and began to cook. In his life Alex had four passions; the first was diapers, the second was scuba diving, the third was sketching, and the last was cooking.

He enjoyed all of them for different reasons though, he liked diapers because of the comfort and way they seemed to instantly relax him. He liked scuba diving for the fun it gave him, swimming and breathing underwater well gazing around at the underwater world, it was something he really enjoyed. Sketching was just a pastime, he didn't believe it would ever get him anywhere, but there was something incredibly mentally opening about it.

Cooking he enjoyed for a very simple reason, it was a lot of fun, and he could do hundreds of different things with the same few materials. Alex set the oven low, and grabbed a couple bowls from the cupboard. Placing them on the counter, he filled one with flour, the next with beaten eggs, and the last one with breadcrumbs. Than he moved over, cut open the chicken package, and started pounding the meat to make it slightly more even and flat.

As he was cooking Alex felt the urge to pee that he often got just after school, he didn't even pay it any mind though and keep working. Beginning to bread the chicken and put it down on the large cooking sheet beside him, four pieces on the top line, and four on the bottom. With that done Alex quickly washed his hands, and than sighed happily as the sound of the running water caused him to begin wetting himself.

Warmth spreading through his diapered crotch, the thick bulk of the diaper absorbing his urine and getting a little thicker. Turning off the water Alex looked down at his diaper, he was happy to see it had only tinted slightly yellow, which meant it would be good for at least a few more wettings. Turning he grabbed the cheese and ham, and layered it down on the top layer of breasts, than flipped the bottom layer onto the top one.

With that done he covered the chicken and put it in the fridge to cool, this would allow the cheese, ham and chicken to press together and become more solid, so it was less likely to fall apart well cooking. For the next thirty minutes Alex continued to cook, preparing the cucumber salad and scallop potatoes that were to go with the main meal. Just as he was putting the last thing away though, he heard a car pull into the driveway.

Eyes going to the doorway, than down to his currently diapered state. This was bad, he wasn't wearing any pants to cover himself, and was wearing a wet diaper for heaven's sake. Turning Alex ran to his room, and shut the door behind him. He heard the front door open and swore mentally, grabbing his jeans he quickly pulled them up and over his diaper, before grabbing and buckling his belt as well. Thankfully Alex had always enjoyed his jeans slightly baggy, and they easily accommodated and hide the diaper he was wearing.

Grabbing the changing mat he quickly folded it, and tossed it into the closet, which he closed with a single smooth motion. He knew he wouldn't be able to change himself without his Mom hearing, especially since he was wet and couldn't just remove the diaper, he needed to clean himself. Praying his Mom wouldn't notice anything, Alex left the room and headed back towards the kitchen. He got there just in time to see his Mom turning down the music, before she turned and smiled brightly at him.

“Hey honey, how was school?” she questioned as she walked over to him.

“Not bad, I got in a little fight though,” answered Alex softly as he hugged her tightly.

Miss Haynes unwrapped herself from her son's hug and stepped back, her eyes wide and worried as she observed him carefully. She knew it was pointless though, her son was never hurt when he got in a fight, it was the reason he had become a pacifist. Alex was deadly when he fought, he never lost, and sometimes the kids he fought needed to be sent to the hospital. It had been a blessing when Alex told her he was becoming a pacifist, but sometimes he just snapped and fought.

“What happened?” she demanded seriously.

“Those three bullies at school were bullying a kid, I frightened them enough to send them running,” explained Alex softly.

“They're okay though?” she questioned, breathing a sigh of relief when Alex nodded.

Moving forward she quickly pulled Alex into another tight hug, knowing he would be upset for what had happened. As she hugged him though she felt something odd, something she hadn't felt on her boy in a long time. She was just about to move her hand down and check her suspicion, when a beep echoed through the room.

“The sauce!” exclaimed Alex pulling out of the hug and rushing into the kitchen.

Watching her son Rebecca found herself wondering if her suspicions were correct, and if they were, why on earth her son was doing it. Shaking her head Rebecca figured she needed more information before doing anything, she didn't want to embarrass Alex needlessly.

“So why are you home so early Mom?” questioned Alex as he stirred the sauce gently as he mixed a few more ingredients into it.

“It was a really slow day, so they sent a few of us home early,” answered Rebecca as she sat down on the couch.

“I see,” nodded Alex, “So do you want dinner early? Or should I wait till I normally would?”

“Lets eat early,” she suggested as she leaned back into the couch.

Alex nodded and moved over to the fridge, opening it he grabbed the chicken and immediately put it into the oven. As he continued to cook Alex found himself worried, worried his Mom would notice the diaper he was wearing, or that something bad would happen because he couldn't go change himself. He could already fell the diaper sagging slightly, having wet it a second time when his Mom had hugged him a little too hard.

Fifteen minutes later and dinner was ready, Alex served two plates and sat down on the couch with his Mom. Together they ate quietly well they watched television, neither of them speaking much asides from his Mom's comments on how good dinner was. Sitting on the couch Alex stiffened slightly as he felt the urge to pee again, he knew he shouldn't have drank so much water today. Trying to look as normal as possible, Alex started to wet his diaper with his Mom sitting right beside him.

Thankfully she didn't seem to notice anything, and his diaper didn't leak from a third heavy wetting. But Alex could feel that it was getting close, his diaper was really sagging, and when he shifted it squished softly. A few minutes later he finished eating, and quickly got to his feet and took his plate to the kitchen and put them down by the counter. Than he glanced at his Mom's still half full plate, and headed straight to his bedroom. He figured since she was still eating, she would ignore any faint noises she heard for the moment, so it was the perfect time to change and clean himself.

Rebecca listened as Alex shut his bedroom door, there was no more doubt, Alex was obviously wearing a diaper. She could tell he had likely used it as well, but what she didn't know was why. Why on earth was her twelve year old son, wearing and using a diaper like a toddler. Frowning she figured it was time to figure out what exactly was going on, putting her plate down on the small side-table beside her, she stood and headed for her son's room. Stopping in front of the door she heard the unmistakable sounds of a diaper being changed, there was nothing else it could possibly be.

Pushing the door open, she walked straight into the room. Alex's head snapped up to look at her in shock, a warm washcloth in his hand, and a heavily wet diaper under him. Alex was frozen and had no idea what to say or do, his eyes widened though as his Mom walked over to him and knelt down in front of him. She pushed him down onto his back, grabbed the cloth from his hand, and began to carefully clean him.

Alex couldn't even find the strength to speak, his mouth instead hanging open in pure shock as his mom proceeded to clean him for the first time in many years. Rebecca rolled the wet diaper up and set it to the side, her eyes immediately spotting the open closet and the case that was easily visible. Reaching over she grabbed a fresh diaper, the baby oil and powder, and began to diaper her son for the first time in ten years.

Unfolding the diaper she lifted him and pushed it under his butt, laying him carefully back down on it. She than oiled him, and dusted a layer of powder over his crotch. She smiled slightly as her son's dick hardened in pleasure, and she immediately knew she was doing the right thing. Bringing the diaper up she tapped it snugly around his waist, and than patted him on his diapered crotch. Climbing to her feet, she turned and walked out of the room without saying anything.

Alex watched her go with his mouth hanging open, looking down at his diaper he blinked a few times in confusion. Now what was he going to do?

Chapter 1