Discovering Dad's Secret

I ran up the stairs, probably faster than I'd ever done it before. I had big news, and I couldn't wait to tell my dad. Fresh out of high school, I didn't have to worry about going to college or finding a job anymore. My buddy Cameron was a wicked smart coder, and we'd designed some games together. He asked me to start a company with him using some money his dad had given him. I could hear music blasting as I reach the top of the stairs, which meant Dad was probably in a good mood.

I hurriedly opened the door. "Hey, Dad, I got--" I stopped and stared. "What the fuck?!"

Dad stared back, looking like a deer in headlights. He was holding a bag of big baby diapers. I hadn't ever seen anything like them before, but that's what they were. They were thick and white, and the package said, "Super Dry Kids Diapers." They were obviously made for adults because they were way too big for kids.

"Oh. Uh, Eric. I, uh-- Don't you know how to knock?" He set the bag down behind him, kinda hiding it from me.

"Sorry. I was just excited. I have news."

"Yeah? What kinda news?"

"Cameron got some money from his dad, and we're starting a gaming company."

"Oh, really? That sounds pretty cool. But are you gonna have time to do that and go to school?"

"No, that's the best part. I already know how to make games, so I don't need to go to school."

He sighed. "Eric, you know you need a degree. We've talked about it over and over. You have to have a plan."

"I have a plan," I said, stressing the "have."

"Making games isn't much of a plan."

"Are you kidding?! Do you know how much money is in the gaming industry?"

"Do you know how competitive it is, how hard it is to make it?"

I hesitated, not knowing what to say, and that was all the opportunity he needed.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You can make games with your friend on weekends or whatever, but you're going to college."

My cheeks got hot as I got mad, and I glanced down at the bag on the floor. "Are you seriously gonna try to tell me what to do when I just caught you with a bag of big baby diapers?!"

"That's none of your--"

I cut him off. "You've been telling me what to do my whole life, and you just can't let go of it! But here you are wanting to be a baby and still trying to tell me what to do! How long have you even been into this?!" He blushed bright red, and I knew it had been going on for a while. "Jesus, are you wearing one right now?!" He looked even more embarrassed, so I had my answer. "Holy fuck! Is it wet? Did you piss in it?!"

"That's enough, Eric!"

"Is that a yes?"

"None of your business!"

"I guess it is! You're standing there in a pissy diaper, trying to tell me what to do!" His face was as red as I'd ever seen it, and he didn't say anything, so I pressed my advantage. "So, you like to dress like a baby and act like a baby. You do like that, don't you?"

He answered in a quiet, low voice. "Yes."

"I thought so. Why are you even arguing with me like this? This isn't what you want. We both know what you want. You want someone to change your diapers and take care of you so you can be the baby you want to be. And you don't want anyone else to find out." He didn't say anything, and I knew I had him. "Here, let me see how wet you are."

Hanging his head, he stood still while I pulled his pants down, exposing his diaper and his shame. It looked just like the ones in the package, a white diaper with little cartoon teddy bears on the front of it. I could see a blue tint on the sides where there was one sticky tape on each of his hips. It looked just like a big baby diaper. The crotch looked bulky and a little dark. Just like I'd done when I used to babysit my little cousin, I squeezed the padding and felt it squish under my fingers.

"Wow, you're soaked! I guess you've been wearing this one for a while, huh? Okay, lay down, and let's get you changed."

"What?! You can't change me!"

"Of course I can! I've changed plenty of diapers before."

"No, I mean . . . I'm your dad."

"So what? I'll probably end up changing your diapers when you're old, anyway, so we'll just get a head start on that. Come on, you want to be a baby, this is how it's done. Lay down." I said it in a very condescending tone the way someone might talk to a toddler. It worked too because, even though his cheeks were bright ride and he was clearly ashamed of himself, he did as he was told. "Do you have wipes and powder?"

"Yes."

"Where do you keep them?"

"Bottom drawer of my dresser."

I walked to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer, finding it full of diapers, a tub of wipes, and a bottle of baby powder. "Wow, you're all about the baby life, aren't you? How long have you been doing this?"

"Off and on all my life. I started back after your mom died and got deeper into it."

"Holy shit, you've been doing this for three years?!"

"Well, not every day. But yeah."

"Hey, good news: now it will be every day! You wanna be a baby? I'll make you a baby!"

I pulled off the adhesive tapes and opened the soggy diaper up, taking some wipes and cleaning off his crotch. Then, I lifted his feet into the air so I could wipe his ass off and pull the wet diaper away. As I worked, his dick got hard, and I laughed. "Baby likes this kind of attention, huh?" He just blushed as I slid a dry one I'd pulled out of the drawer under him and sprinkled powder on his cheeks and crotch. I set his ass back down and taped the dry diaper on.

"Now, like I said, if you want to be a baby, I'll make you a baby. But you're gonna be a baby. You're not in charge around here anymore. I'm going into business with Cameron instead of going to college, and there's nothing you can do about it except pout. Oh, and since you're gonna be the baby, you won't be calling me Eric anymore. I'm Daddy now. Got it?"

". . . Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy."

End