bABy Island: Chapter 1

Two t-shirts… check. One sweatshirt… check. One pair of shorts, one pair of pants… check. One pair of shoes, two pairs of socks, two pairs of underwear… got it. Phone, headphones wallet, keys, water bottle, baseball cap, and… that’s it.

Dakota brushed a lock of blond hair out of his eye and stared blankly at the duffel bag he’d just packed. The already small piece of luggage was just two thirds of the way full - by far the lightest load he’d ever had to bring on a three week trip, let alone one that would take almost to the other side of the world.

I have to be forgetting something, right?

Dakota’s eyes remained fixated on his duffel bag as if he were waiting for it to speak up and remind him what else he needed. After a few moments of puzzled silence, he strode over to his desk drawer, pulled out a small pack of gum, and tossed it unenthusiastically atop the bag’s contents. The gesture didn’t help. Dakota still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something.

I’m probably just nervous, Dakota thought to himself.

The truth was that nothing was missing. Everything he needed for the next three weeks was there. Well, not everything he needed, but George, er… Daddy, would be taking care of that.

Gotta get used to calling him that.

The thought came with a rush of both anxiety and anticipation. He could scarcely believe it had been a whole year since he met Geor– um… Daddy. At this time twelve months ago, he had just added diaper play to his Fetlife profile. Now, he was about to be whisked half a world away to be put in diapers full time for three whole weeks.

Am I crazy? Dakota asked himself for what felt like the thousandth time that morning. I had a ton of fun all the other times, but those were just a day. Three weeks… that’s almost a whole month!

Unlike Daddy and many of the other ABDLs he had come across online, Dakota was relatively new to the scene. He’d always known he was kinky; by the time he turned 20, he’d already experimented with BDSM, impact play, various types of roleplay, even crossdressing. A young, fit twink with boyish good looks, he’d never had trouble finding partners willing to explore their sexuality with him. But it wasn’t until a Grindr date timidly asked if he would be interested in wearing a diaper in the bedroom that he was even aware the ABDL world existed.

Dakota remembered that night well. After messaging back and forth for a few days, he’d met the man for dinner and drinks at a Mexican cantina downtown. They’d got along swimmingly, and Dakota found the guy attractive despite him being a good 15 or so years older, so he didn’t hesitate when the man asked if he wanted to take the date to a more private place. A short time later, Dakota found himself in the man’s passenger seat on his way toward yet another night of casual fun. Nothing he hadn’t done before.

Or so he thought. As the pair neared the man’s house, Dakota sensed some anxiety brewing. The man suddenly seemed distracted, his air of calm confidence fading as began struggling to make conversation.

“So which school do you go to?” the man asked, apprehensively drumming his fingers on the center console.

Dakota gave the man an inquisitive look. “Um… still UIC. Haven’t transferred since the restaurant.”

“Oh, right. I totally asked you that already.” The man chuckled awkwardly, embarrassed by his mistake.

“Don’t sweat it,” Dakota reassured him.

The man’s palpable shift in demeanor was almost enough to wig Dakota out.

Am I about to be a serial killer’s first victim?

The thought occurred to Dakota briefly, but he shrugged it off and let the date continue. Nerves were common before a hookup.

The pair pulled up to the man’s house a short time later. It was a modest place, maybe 1,500 square feet or so, clean and nicely decorated with two bedrooms and a small yard out back. It didn’t look like the dwelling of a psychopath.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” the man asked as he took off his shoes and made his way toward the kitchen.

“I’m okay, thanks,” Dakota responded politely as he placed his own shoes on the mat beside the doorway. He made himself comfortable on the living room couch as the man poured himself a cocktail in the kitchen. After a couple minutes, the man returned to the living room with his drink and sat in the chair across the coffee table from Dakota. Exhaling, he finally revealed what had been making him seem so tense.

“So…” the man muttered in an uncertain tone, stirring his drink with a finger and trying hard not to meet Dakota’s gaze. “You said on your profile you’re kink friendly, right?”

“Correct,” Dakota replied pleasantly, trying not to make the man any more nervous than he already was.

“Well…” the man shuffled his feet anxiously, still averting his gaze. “So I think you’re really cute, and there’s something I’ve been wanting to try for a very long time, but I haven’t had the courage to ask anyone.”

“Okay, sure,” Dakota responded, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks at the compliment. “What is it?”

The man took his gaze off his drink and looked at Cody, mustering up a little more courage. “Okay, I’ll preface this by saying that if you’re not interested in doing what I’m about to ask, you totally don’t have to. I won’t be sad or mad or anything. And if it makes you want to leave, I totally understand.”

Dakota chuckled and smiled kindly. “How bad can it be? Try me.”

Exhaling, the man began to explain everything to Dakota.

Dakota listened courteously, but he didn’t quite understand at first. “So you want me to wear the diaper while we fuck?”

“Yeah, basically,” the man replied sheepishly, his face glowing crimson.

Dakota pondered the man’s proposal for a few seconds. “Am I supposed to, like, use it?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” the man responded quickly, seeming acutely relieved that Dakota wasn’t already out the door.

“Okay…” Dakota replied, still mulling it over. “Do you want me to, like, talk like a baby or something?”

The man laughed, his apprehension seeming to ebb with each second Dakota stuck around. “No, I don’t. I mean, you can if you want to… I’m open minded I guess. But mainly I just think guys like you look cute and sexy in diapers. It’s kind of like a BDSM thing, if that makes sense.”

Dakota giggled demurely, both at the compliment and the thought of wearing a diaper. It certainly wasn’t where he expected the night to lead, but the idea didn’t seem so bad. Plus, he had been horny all day, and he would be damned if he didn’t take care of that before the night was over.

“Sure, why the heck not?” he said with an amused shrug.

The man paused for a second, almost as if he didn’t believe what he was hearing. “Oh, um… okay, cool!” he stammered, attempting to stifle his excitement. “Uh… do you want to put it on now, or would you rather wait?”

“Now is fine,” Dakota replied, popping up from the couch cheerfully. “Do I put it on myself, or do you put it on for me?”

The man chuckled. “It’s okay, I got it.”

Minutes later, Dakota was laying spread eagle on the man’s bed, a thick disposable diaper taped snugly around his waist.

“How does it feel?” the man asked somewhat trepidatiously, still seeming to expect Dakota to remove himself from the situation at any moment.

“Bulky,” Dakota replied, opening and closing his legs a few times to get a feel for the new garment. The diaper crinkled noisily with each movement.

“Haha, yeah,” said the man, smiling and rubbing the back of his head bashfully. “I put in a couple stuffers to make it a little more comfortable.”

“Good idea.”

Dakota rolled over, continuing to open and close his legs. He had to admit, he didn’t hate the feeling. It felt as if his nether regions were trapped inside of a thick, cushy cloud, making him feel both cozy and somewhat helpless at the same time. He hadn’t looked in the mirror yet, but he imagined how he must have looked to the man, laying there prostrate, his poofy butt wiggling clumsily as he learned how to move with the added mass between his legs. Dakota could feel his sub space beginning to activate as he turned back over onto his back.

“I didn’t know they made stuff like this for adults,” he said, gesturing toward the childish pattern covering the front landing zone where the diaper’s tapes were fastened. Teddy bears with balloons and parachutes.

“You’d be surprised what you can find on the internet if you look hard enough,” the man said back with a grin. “You look adorable by the way.”

Dakota blushed.

“Here, turn around again,” the man instructed.

Never one to shy away from taking orders in the bedroom, Dakota obliged. He flipped himself over and rested his chin on his forearms, spreading his legs just a little to give the man a full view of his padded rump.

“Good boy,” he heard the man murmur lustfully over the sound of his belt buckle being undone. A few seconds later, he felt the mattress compress on either side of him as the man hoisted himself up to straddle Dakota’s upper legs. After a few quick tugs to the diaper’s waistband and leg gathers to ensure a snug fit, the man began gently massaging Dakota’s upper back.

“Mmmmmm,” Dakota groaned approvingly. “That feels incredible.”

“You struck me as someone who likes a good back rub,” the man replied softly.

“You read me like a book,” Dakota muttered back as he felt his entire body relax.

The man continued to gently knead the area around Dakota’s shoulder blades for a few minutes before moving to his lower back. Eventually, Dakota felt a hand wander to the back of his diaper.

“How does it feel, baby?” the man purred softly as cupped and squeezed Dakota’s padded behind.

“Mmmf, heavenly,” Dakota sighed back, his loins starting to stir.

The man’s hand moved lower, finding its way first to Dakota’s crotch, then underneath his pelvis as Dakota eagerly parted his legs to give the man the access he desired.

“Fuck…” Dakota moaned as he felt the man fondle his now fully erect member through the diaper. Slowly, desirously, almost without thinking, he began bucking his hips into the man’s hand.

“There you go,” the man whispered seductively, continuing to rub the front of Dakota’s diaper. As Dakota’s thrusts sped up, he moved his other hand to the boy’s upper back to pin him down.

“Mmmmmmf…” Dakota groaned as his body coursed with the rush of adrenaline that comes with submission. The increasingly noisy crinkling of his diaper harmonized with the rhythmic squeaking of the bed frame as his humping grew even more desperate.

“That’s it,” the man growled. “Show daddy how much you love your diaper.”