Spoiled Pop Star

Gage Sawyer rolled over in bed and yawned and stretched sleepily contentedly. The concert the night before had been great but exhausting, and he'd needed a long sleep. At least it had been in Long Beach and he hadn't had far to go to get home once it was over. Singing was everything to him, but it took a lot out of him. He rolled onto his back and relaxed his bladder, feeling it begin to empty into the thick, already-soggy diaper taped to his hips, sighing with relief.  He laid there for another minute or so, feeling the warm pee pooling in his crotch and soaking to his ass, his morning hard-on, tucked into the crotch, straining against the material. He was 23, after all, and he greeted every morning with a raging boner.

The soggy padding glided past the sensitive skin of his dickhead, flipping his switch. If he'd had a girl there, he would have ripped the diaper off and fucked her. But it was just him this morning, so he reached into his nightstand and pulled out his vibrating wand, turning it on and holding it to his crotch until he blew his load, panting and moaning. He put the wand away and grabbed his phone, checking his messages while his heart slowed down and the good vibes spread all over his body. He let loose another small burst of pee, which added to the tingling in his dick, increasing his pleasure. He fired off a reply or two, made a couple of posts, and then texted his live-in nanny. "I'm up." Gage continued to click around on his phone, and in a few minutes, he heard footsteps approaching his bedroom.

The door opened to a woman in her mid-30s, who strode directly into the room. "Good morning, sweetie."

"'Morning, Beverly."

"Sleep well?"

Gage sighed. "Perfect."

"Good. Well, let's get you changed and ready for the day."

She pulled a fresh diaper from a drawer along with his changing pad, a tub of wipes, and some powder before climbing onto the bed and straddling his legs. Beverly untaped his diaper and started cleaning him up. She knew he masturbated in them, but she had experience in the kink scene and didn't care. Plus, she was very well-paid. She grabbed his feet and lifted them into the air to wipe his ass and pull the wet one out from under him. She set him down long enough to unfold the dry diaper, and then she lifted his legs up again, sliding it under him and sprinkling powder on his ass and crotch. She then set his legs down and taped his diaper on.

"There, all dry again." She gave his diaper a little pat before rolling the old one up and taping it into a ball. "Text me when you need me again." On her way out, she tossed the used diaper into the large pail in the corner.

Freshly changed, Gage got up and put his pajamas on. He walked out to the corridor outside his room, crinkling with every step, and looked in on his two friends. Jacen and Ryan were still snoring softly in the guest rooms, no doubt having partied late into the night. Gage yawned again as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen, where Rosa had fixed a pot of coffee. She was sitting in the breakfast nook waiting for him with a mug in front of her.

"Good morning, Gage."

"'Morning, Rosa."

"Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Very. How about waffles, some ham and cheese omelettes, sausages, bacon, and hashbrowns?"

"Coming right up. Would you like some coffee?"

"I'll get it, Rosa."

"Okay."

The cook got to work, and in minutes, the kitchen was full of delicious smells. Gage sat at the table and read the news on his phone, starting with the reviews of his show from last night. The arena had been full, the crowd had been energetic, but the reviews weren't as good as he was hoping for. He got dinged on setlist, song choice, and choreography a few times. Still, they were mostly positive, and the fans wouldn't pay any attention to the reviews, anyway. After a few minutes, Rosa started putting plates of hot food in front of him, accompanied by passion fruit juice, Gage's current favorite. He poured syrup on his waffles and dug in as he kept looking at his phone. As he ate, Jacen and Ryan came in and sat down to join him.

"Smell this all the way upstairs, dude." Jacen looked at Rosa. "You're the best, dawg."

She smirked as she set a bowl of freshly-cut fruit on the table. "Thanks, dawg. You boys need anything else?" The transition from smartass to sweet was seamless.

Gage glanced at his friends, who shook their heads. "Thanks, Rosa. We're good. Just my choccie milk."

She set a large cup of chocolate milk in front of him. "Had it ready for you a minute ago. I thought you'd never ask. I think I'll go take a nap until lunchtime. You want anything special?"

"Tamales and fajitas!"

"You got it, boss." As she walked away, she muttered "Glad changing his diapers isn't my job."

After the guys finished breakfast, they plopped down in the giant living room to watch TV while their food settled. A bit of plastic peeked out of Gage's pajamas, and Ryan was the first to notice.

"Hey, Gage, your diaper's showing," he smirked.

Gage shrugged. "You're lucky I'm wearing anything over it at all, especially since I'm wet again."

"Dang, I didn't even know you were pissing! When did you go?"

"Just a few minutes ago while I was sitting here."

"I ain't interested in diapers, but I guess it's nice to be able to piss wherever you are any time you want."

"And then have someone else change you," Jacen added.

Gage smiled. "That's what I make the bucks for, guys."

As they were talking, the doorbell rang, but Gage didn't move a muscle. Answering the door was the housekeeper's job. It rang a second time before she answered it, and a minute later, she was standing in the foyer looking at him.

"What is it, Marita?"

"Your neighbor, Mr. Schwartz would like to talk to you, Mr. Gage."

"Did he say what he wanted?"

"No, sir."

Gage glanced at his friends and shrugged slightly, sitting up and adjusting his pajamas. "Let's see what he wants."

Marita went away and came back a few seconds later with Mr. Schwartz, a middle-aged guy with a paunchy belly and a receding head of gray hair.

"Good morning, Mr. Schwartz. What can I do for you?"

The older man smiled cordially and said good morning. "Gage, could you guys please keep the noise down at night? My wife and I woke up to loud music coming across the lawn early this morning."

"Oh. Uh, that was us," Ryan said, indicating Jacen. "Sorry, man. We got a little drunk and forgot. It won't happen again."

Gage made a gesture with his hands. "There you go. Anything else?"

Schwartz sighed, clearly trying to check his irritation. "You know, I appreciate the apology, but I just can't help thinking that things like this wouldn't happen if you boys would get jobs or something instead of spending all your time hanging out here, mooching off your pop star friend here."

"Whoa, dude! We said we were sorry!"

"Yeah, but we still got woken up last night, and it wasn't the first time or the second or the third. You kids and your drinking and your loud music and your parties, you think life is all fun and games! The rest of us have to work for what we have! I'm a neurosurgeon: I operate on people's brains to pay for my house!"

"Hey, that's a great job," Jacen said. "Ryan and me, we're just kinda, you know, between gigs right now, you know?" All three of the boys cracked up at that.

"Very funny, ha ha! It's all just a joke to you kids. You don't appreciate anything you have!"

"That's not true," Gage said. "I appreciate everything I've got and everyone who helped me get it."

"Bullshit!" Schwartz scoffed.

Gage laughed. "I'll show you bullshit, dude." He stood up and squatted slightly, a look of effort and concentration on his face as his friends started laughing.

Schwartz looked horrified. "Is he-- Is he doing what I think he's doing? He is! He's shitting his pants!"

Grunting, Gage corrected him, "Shitting my DIAPER."

Schwartz's eyes bugged out. "Diaper? What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Coffee kicked in," Gage replied.

"I don't believe this!"

Gage shrugged as he pulled out his phone and started texting. "I figured the smell would convince you, but whatever. My nanny will be down to change me in just a minute. You're welcome to stay and watch."

"You-- you're disgusting!" Schwartz started backing away towards the front door. "You wait! I'm gonna call the tabloids! Tell them Gage Sawyer wears diapers! He's not potty-trained, and he shits himself!"

"Okay. If you wait, I'll let you have this poopy one, and you can give it to the paparazzi."

They heard the door open and shut, and they knew Schwartz was gone. They were still laughing when Beverly walked in with the changing supplies.

"I can smell why I'm needed." Glancing at Ryan and Jacen, she said, "You guys may want to excuse us."

The two of them walked outside while Gage laid on his changing mat, his arms folded behind his head. Let Schwartz go to the papers. Let them ask him if it's true. Maybe he'd tell them it is. After all, who could argue that having people around to take care of you -- cook for you, clean up after you, even wipe your ass -- was the perfect life? Schwartz and all those people like him were just jealous because Gage was young, rich, and famous enough to do whatever he wanted. He winced as the first wipe touched his skin.

"Beverly, remind me to order a wipe-warmer, would you?"

The End