It Takes a Village, Part 1

As I sat in the restaurant with my friends, talking and laughing, I let go and peed. We'd been sitting there for a while, and I'd had some water, so there was a little pressure in my bladder. This might sound gross to you, but the pee was all contained because I was wearing a diaper. I felt it my crotch warm up as it pooled there and soaked into the padding.

I wear them as much as possible. I like diapers. They're comfortable and convenient, and they make me feel safe and small, like a little boy. They also turn me on. I know that's weird, but there's nothing like the feeling of your hard dick rubbing against the smooth, slick, squishy fluff of a wet diaper. It's like being inside someone, but you're wearing it. I'm not alone either. There are a lot of people who feel the same way. We're called adult baby/diaper lovers or ABDLs.

Around the table were Jim, Kasey, Brandi, and Ryan. Jim is a goofy, awkward guy with a big belly and a dirty sense of humor. He's also a pup who's just now exploring that side of himself. Kasey's a big guy with a big personality who's quick with one-liners, comebacks, and puns, the kind of guy who's fun to kid around with. Like me, he and Jim are gay. Ryan is a short, quiet, pansexual trangender guy with long, black hair. He doesn't usually say much, but he likes hanging out and laughing at the rest of us. Brandi is our resident woman and motormouth, an excitable and talkative asexual with a biting sarcastic tongue. These are my best friends, and I'm lucky to have them.

As we paid our checks and got up to leave, Jim patted my ass and smiled. "How's our little guy doing? Do you need changies yet, Cody?"

I grinned sheepishly. "I don't think so. I'm wet, but I can wait."

"Do I need to take you to the bathroom and check you to be sure?" He gave me a serious, fake-stern look as he said this.

"No, Unky Jim. I'm not that wet."

"Okay. Let one of us know when you are."

You see, that's what makes me so lucky. Not only do my friends know I'm a little, and not only do they accept me, but they actually like to participate. As you can see, Jim likes to call himself my uncle. So does Kasey. Ryan thinks of himself of my big brother, and Brandi my big sister. They take turns babysitting me sometimes, and when we go out, one of them always carries my diaper bag, and they all check on me from time to time. I often spend the night with one of them, snuggling and feeling safe and cared for. I've asked them why they like to baby me, and they said they like to snuggle and tease me.

"So, where to next?" I asked.

"We gonna see what we can find at the thrift store, hun," Kasey replied. He spoke with a heavy Southern accent and a lot of rural slang that often seemed out of sync with his sexuality and other facets of himself. He had a charisma that gravitated people towards him and made him our de facto leader, although I was always a bit of a naughty, mouthy little boy who liked to give him trouble. Turning to me, he added with humorous inflection, "And I expect you to behave, little boy."

"Or what?" I asked defiantly.

He just shot me a look that said "try me," and I giggled.

We piled into a couple of cars and drove over to our favorite shop, Ryan carrying my diaper bag. We walked around, picking through clothes, admiring things we liked, and laughing and things we didn't, before wandering over to the knickknacks.

Brandi grabbed something. "Here you go, Kasey."

She held it up, and we all saw that it was a small plastic fisherman wearing raggedy blue overalls with a tiny nude man dangling from the end of his fishing line. Kasey cackled. "Child, if that ain't that me! How much?"

"Five bucks."

"Hand it over, hun. Rick'll love it too!" Rick is Kasey's husband. They'd been together for several years and married for a couple.

"Holy shit, y'all!" We all turned to see Ryan holding a ceramic figurine of a goat dressed like a storm trooper and eating a bowl of soup. "Why would someone make this?"

"Why would anyone buy that?" Jim asked.

"Because it's cute," Brandi said as she walked up and snatched it from Ryan's hand. She's a big Star Wars fan and animal lover, and the combination was too irresistible for her.

We love going to thrift stores because we're guaranteed to find weird, funny, and cool things that nobody but us wants. We're weird, funny people, which I think makes us cool. At least we're fun.

Outside the store, Ryan and I hugged Jim, Kasey, and Brandi before getting into his car to head home. That's one reason I call Ryan my big brother: I live with him. We share a two-bedroom apartment in Savannah, Georgia. He drives a forklift in a warehouse, and I pay my half of the rent by selling diaper pictures and videos of myself online. You might be surprised by this, but there's a big market for that kind of thing. I'm 26, thin, and have a nice face and ass, so I never have a problem making enough to pay my rent and keep myself in diapers. Yeah, I wear them full-time. I never use a toilet, and no, not even to poop. Now I'm really getting gross on you, huh?

Here's the rest of it. I have no contact with my biological family because of my lifestyle as a little. They found out, and they don't approve. I'd love to find a daddy to take care of my full-time, and I used to spend a lot of time looking. I even talked to a few at one time, but for one reason or another, it never worked out. I don't know why. I was getting really frustrated when I came out to Ryan, who I used to work with. He felt bad for me, and we got close, eventually moving in together as roomies. He takes care of me even though he's not my daddy and has no interest in being my daddy, but he won't change my messy diapers; I have to do that myself. I came out to the rest of my friends later on. They had questions, and they tease me, but they accept me.

"Diaper check," Ryan said as we walked into the apartment.

I could have told him I needed a change, but I preferred to be checked. It made me feel smaller. So, I just stood still and let him pull my pants down and squeeze my crotch.

"Yep, time for changies. Let's go, little bro."

He led me to my bedroom and gently pushed me onto my bed, where he quickly changed my diaper and dressed me in a cute onesie covered with puppy designs.

Afterwards, I was on the couch, nestled into his armpit, watching TV, talking, and absently glancing at my phone from time to time. I'd been scrolling Twitter and Insta for a while when I got the idea to check Diaper-Bois. It's one of the oldest and best ABDL sites around, especially for socializing, so I use it pretty frequently. I got a little excited when I saw I had a new message and clicked on my mailbox to see what I had. It was another one from YourDaddyHere, and I hurriedly opened it. We'd been talking for a couple of weeks, and things had been going well, but I was afraid to get my hopes up, especially since he was all the way in NYC. But things might be changing soon.

"Hey, kiddo. I got an email today. I'll be in the Atlanta area next week. I know it's not Savannah, but it's certainly close enough that I could slide down there to finally meet my little guy in person. I'd love to babysit you for a while. What do you say?"