Cody the Diaper Boy Next Door: Part 7

Sometimes it’s only after you’ve made a decision that you realize how simple something is to decide.

You’re with a group of friends, and you’re debating about where to eat, or what movie to go to, and the conversation circles around and there are pros and cons, opinions and dislikes but you just can’t seem to decide.

Maybe you don’t want to offend Joe who was dragged along last time even though he hates Japanese food, or you want to make sure Sally gets a say because you know she’s been having a tough week.

And so things circle around and you can’t seem to get anywhere and then someone says “Let’s go for Italian” or “Let’s go see the comedy instead of the sci fi film” and once a decision has been made everyone rallies around it and you’re left wondering what the big debate was about.

It’s easy for me to look back and say that the decision was obvious and it was simple, but the reality is that it felt a lot like that group of people trying to decide where to eat: there were pros and cons and thing seemed confusing, but then a decision was made and it all made perfect sense.

Only in this case there was no circle of friends, no gang of people, it was just ME, debating with myself. And I had a decision to make and at the time it just seemed incredibly complicated. Only later did I see how simple it really was.

Helping a Boy Grow Up
I remember the day clearly.

I had spent the morning on-line. I had been looking for Web sites and information that might help me to figure out what was going on with Cody. There was lots of stuff to read and even though a lot of it helped me to understand a bit more what might be going on inside Cody’s heart and mind, there wasn’t very much that helped to explain what was going on between him and me.

I had logged off and sat by my pool for a bit but thoughts and feelings tumbled through my head. I felt like maybe I needed a change of pace, and so I headed down to the boardwalk where there was a quiet little outdoor restaurant with a view of the beach.

And what ran through my mind was this: if I could somehow figure out what was going on with Cody, maybe I could help him to become more comfortable and confident with himself.

I mean, it seemed to me that a boy like Cody had a bright future: he was reasonably smart, he was as cute as a button, he was energetic and he seemed to make friends fairly easily.

But there was something holding him back. And this was why his grandmother had approached me – because for some reason Cody became sullen and moody when he didn’t have the security of diapers, whether at night or sometimes even during the day. After time without diapers the bed wetting would begin again and soon enough there would be a daytime accident as well and the poor kid would be sulking as he walked in the front door in soaked jeans.

Joan and I had both been determined to get to the heart of why that might be.

As I sat looking out at the waves, I felt as if the best that I could do for Cody was to make him realize that he didn’t need diapers to feel secure and confident. I mean – what person doesn’t want to have that normal sense of assurance and joy that we can all feel if we have a positive outlook on life?

It was good that I was letting Cody experience what it was like to be truly cared for without judgement. Eventually, he’d come to understand that he didn’t need someone diapering him to have that same feeling of security and unconditional love, and he’d be able to grow out of what must be a painful phase in the young man’s life.

Snapshots of a Diaper Boy
So I made a kind of decision. I knew what the goal was and I’d be able to take it from there.

But as I sat there my mind started to wander. It was like looking through the pages of a photo album because what came into my mind were little pictures of Cody. It had only been a few weeks since I had first put a diaper on the boy, and yet I felt like I had collected some powerful images in a very short period of time.

The image of him rounding the back gate: Cody would get home at the end of a day and the first thing he’d do is head to my place. He’d face me with that incredible grin which was a mixture of shy and happy all at once. I’d give him a little hug and ask him about his day. Sometimes we’d sit there for a bit, and sometimes I’d take him by the hand and lead him inside as he’d talk.

Regardless, it wasn’t long before I was slipping a diaper under him and then taping him up nice and snug, adjusting things a little at the waist and the diaper responding with a happy crinkle.

The image of him on the couch beside me: after he had dinner with Joan, he’d often come back in the evening to hang out and we’d often end the evening with a movie. I’d usually have him in just a t-shirt and diaper so I could change him more easily if he needed it, and there was something adorable in his absorption of the films.

Strangely, we had started with movies that any young man his age would enjoy, but as the weeks went on he started asking for more child-like films….Toy Story or Finding Nemo or Shrek. There was something about the more Disney-like fare that brought out a more cuddly side in him, and he’d often scoot over so that I’d snuggle him, which also made it easier to give his diaper a little check now and then.

Or there was the image of him gently touching the diapers that I had stacked in the spare room. It was one evening when I was about to put him into a diaper for the night, and when we walked into the spare room he sort of shuffled to the dresser and ran his fingertips over the plastic of the diapers. He had a look in his eyes that was somehow vulnerable and yet expressed, well, I don’t know – because the word I want to use is safe, but it’s hard to say whether the stacks of diapers made him feel safe, although his body language seemed to hold that feeling.

And other images: the hugs. The way his diaper bulged slightly beneath his pants or shorts as he headed home for the night. The way he sometimes slipped his thumb into his mouth. The sound of his diapers crinkling as he played video games. Or the way his diaper peeked out above his shorts as he lay by the pool late one day.

And finally the image of him arriving at my door one morning. And saying hi, and then looking to the ground.

“Good morning, Cody, what’s wrong?” I had asked – he had never come by in the morning before and I was sure there was something wrong.

“Nothing, it’s just….” he stammered.

“What is it son?”

“I think I need a….need….”

And it dawned on me. “You think you need to be put in a diaper today?”

And he blushed and nodded.

And I did what I did. Maybe I felt a slight hesitation, but I instantly decided to sort it out later.

And so I led him to the spare room, and I carefully taped him up into his diaper. I helped him put his pants back on, and I gave him a hug, patting his diapered bum, and watched as he head off for the day.

And as I watched this adult boy walk off, I realized that throughout the day, he’d have that padding between his legs, would be reminded of the diapers he was wearing every time they rustled slightly when he moved, and that maybe he’d even feel the spreading warmth if he wet himself and that all of this meant that something significant had happened: his diapers had become part of his day, and I was, in a sense, a part of that day as well.

A decision would have to be made.

The Boy in the Sand
These photos and images were more than that, of course. They were feelings.

And as much as I wanted to see Cody happy, my own feelings were embedded in each of those images I was shuffling through my head.

I had never experienced anything like what I had experienced with Cody. I have been in love and lost love, I have broken hearts and had my heart broken, and I had experienced my share of happiness and joy, more than I ever thought I could ever receive.

But with Cody I suddenly felt that all of those experiences were like pale shadows of what real love might look like, what true trust and care could feel like, and how simple it might be to feel complete.

But I knew that I needed to do what was best for Cody: to put my own feelings aside and to help him feel peaceful in who he was – a 20-year old boy who would find someone to love his own age, and experience all the things I had been lucky enough to experience.

I nodded to myself and tried to just breathe. To let myself accept that life would go on, things would be fine, Cody would grow out of his fears and become, well, I hate to say it but the word I thought of was ‘normal’.

But just then, as I glanced out at the beach below, I saw something: a young boy, maybe 8 or 9, who was chasing a beach ball along the shore. His dad walked along behind him, and smiled widely every time the boy turned to see if his dad was there. And then, the dad took the boy’s hand, gently stopping his running about.

He crouched down beside him and lowering the boy’s shorts slightly he slid a finger along the boy’s waist – and along what seemed to clearly be a diaper that peeked up now above his trunks. The dad said something to the boy and the boy nodded and then, almost suddenly, wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck and gave him a hug which was lovingly returned.

And in those gestures my decision was made.

Because in that instant I realized that I had been focusing on the wrong problem. Because my problem wasn’t with whether Cody could live a normal and adjusted life, my problem was with ME.

And as I sat there, I realized that what I truly feared was the part of myself that, because of Cody, had opened up to me.

And I found myself mouthing the words to myself: “You want to be a daddy”.

And as the images of Cody ran through my mind, all I could do was agree.

35 Replies to “Cody the Diaper Boy Next Door: Part 7”

  1. WOW…how awesome this story is turning out. Thanks for the latest chapter and hope there is more. Wish I could find a Daddy like him for myself. Huggies and lots of Luvs!

  2. That made me cry. My daddy checks my diaper like that and shows love like that. 2 weeks ago I went to the beach with daddy and I ran to atch a butterfly and he caught the butterfly forr me and I said “let it go”. He put his finger acroos my diapie and asked me “Do you need a change” I said “Please” and he said “Come on baby” and he grabbed my hand but before he started walking I hugged him and said “I LOVE YOU”.

  3. I’ve been reading a chapter before bedtime and I’m caught up now! Though now I’m a bit sad I won’t have anything to read until the next installment 😛
    I’m thoroughly enjoying the progression of the story and your style of writing is very casual and easy to follow. Keep up the great work! 🙂
    I’m feeling inspired to write stories again now! hehe

    ~dumpling

  4. I am the kind of little guy who likes to read/hear the same story over and over again. So, while I look forward to updates, I am happy to go back to the beginning.

  5. Sensational…And I thought this story was done. Can’t wait for another installment. I’ve tried writing a story or two myself, but you are a master. “Cody” develops in a really stealthy, delicious way. Such a good understanding of the whole crazy trip we’re on…

    Many many thanks.

  6. As a fifteen year old I have to say that this story is amazing! The only reason why there are so few comments is because this site was incredibly hard to find (and I’ve been looking for ABDL stories since I was twelve.) Anyway, I really really like this story. It’s easy to read but it has the raw passion which some of the more complicatedly written stories lack.

    You not only understand daddy’s point of view, but baby’s point of view too! THANK YOU! I can’t wait for the next update – I hope it’s soon! =3

  7. Please update soon, I’m hooked, I’v read loads of abdl stories, now this has totally caught my attention.. I truelly hope you update soon!!

  8. Ahh after pondering around in my mind of wut hes holding and it finally hit me i used to have one. Its a ball/Disk 2 in 1 flatten it from a ball to a disk there alot of fun to play catch with. I wish i was in codys place.

  9. The storie was amazing I started crying. plz email me I would like to meet you and or talk to you.And you Should have the story published. Once again that was beautiful “sobs”

  10. I really really want a next one please :-/ I really loved the story and it’s sad that I don’t find a next one :-/ please

  11. He’s like me.

    Trouble is I never found a Josh.

    My Dad could be anyone. My mother dumped me with a landlady when I was a toddler and only reappeared now and then.

    My landlady was over 60 when I was born and had no experience with kids and was outa touch. But she loved me more than a GOOD mother could have. She’s all I ever had.

    But it was all wrong.

    It was AFTER I left home for uni I fell back on nappies/ diapers. Now nearly 50, I am at my happiest padded up. Don’t know why myself. It ain’t sexual. It’s comfort. I’m just amped in a nappy! My nappy is an ersatz father.

    FFS….. I even LOOK half my age! So the nappy is all part of that thing. I pretend I’m all macho about it, but I am lost.

    Childhood is when U have rents so they can help U grow up. I never had rents, no mum, no dad. So I had 2 stay a kid, waiting for parenting. It’s like the Tin Drum, fear of what’s outside I ain’t been prepared for.

    I got married, she ran off. I got spliced again. We had 2 kids but I never was able to make the relationship work. We R still together. The kids R in their 20s, doing great. I was a good Dad I think. Dunno for sure, never had one of my own to compare with.

    I never did earn much money. Not strong enough, too much of a kid; only in control when wearing a nappy!

    My boys R more mature than me. All my interests are typical of a dude 30 years younger than me, my music, my football. And I just can’t be a FOP my own age. I can’t talk to my own generation. I wanna be on the PC. I wanna be on the beach, on my bike. ….in a nappy! Or it ain’t as much fun to be there.

    Word! I hope it ends up happy for Cody.

    I don’t want him to end up like me!

    Johnipoohs

  12. I hope you will continue to write this story as it comes to you. It rings very true for someone who once knew a boy like Cody … and a man very similar to Josh.

  13. Simply magnificent! 😀 Please do tell me you will update this as soon as you can. I love it! This speaks true to how a relationship like this should be. You are such an amazing person and I admire and respect you greatly. Once again, this story is glorious!

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