Chapter 3



I had an amazing sleep, and woke this morning a fair bit later than I normally do, by at least an hour. I checked my diaper, and I am good for a bit more, so I got up. I checked in on Matthew and he is still sound asleep. I reached under the covers and checked his soggy baby diaper and find that he is also still good for now. I headed to the kitchen and started a pot of tea, and then started making breakfast. Just as I am about to finish breakfast and go wake Matthew up, he stumbles into the kitchen, his soggy diapered gorgeousness lighting the room. As soon as he sees me still in my soggy diaper, he smiles brightly.


“Good morning Sunshine.” I say happily.


He still looks as if he is mid orgasm, he finally looks sexually satisfied, even still.


“Mmm, good morning.” He says, sighing deeply for some reason.


“I had to come change you last night, it seems you had a really good night. You're still glowing from it in fact.”


“Yeah, it was great, and thanks for the lube and changing me, I guess I fell asleep, huh.”


“You sure did. Do you even remember how many times you came?”


“Seven or eight, I don't really remember.”


“And you still had three fingers buried inside yourself when I checked in on you last night.”


“Yeah, it felt so amazing.” He sighed deeply again.


“Know how you feel. How's your little baby bum feel this morning though? That was a lot for such a cute little baby bum so soon.”


“Actually, it feels great. I don't hurt or anything, I've taken poops that hurt way more than what I feel now.” He grinned.


“That's good, that means you didn't go too fast, just like I told you. So, I imagine that you're probably a little hungry this morning?”


“Oh yeah, starving.”


“Good, because I was just about to come get you and tell you that breakfast was ready, so let's eat.”


“Oh, good.”


After eating and cleaning up, we headed out to the pool to get a good workout, which meant a good cleaning, and I know that we both desperately need it. Matthew did get hard during the shower, and he did stroke himself a few times as he was cleaning, and I know for a fact that he was doing that solely for me, with how he had positioned himself, but he did not go for long enough to cum again, so that is good. I have a feeling that he was dreaming a lot about he and I and all that we can do as he was playing last night. Good, I am glad I was not the only one.


We went and swam for probably an hour, pushing hard, before going and resting in the sauna, steam room, and finally the hot tub. We hardly talked at all until we slipped into the hot tub.


“Mmmm, a baby boy could get used to this. I love your house.” Matthew sighed deeply, contentedly.


“Yeah, I know, I couldn't move and leave all this behind either.”


“Going home tomorrow is gonna kinda suck.”


“I know, but you have a loving home, and you'd miss your mom, but you'll be welcome back next weekend, so no worries.”


“Good.” He smiled brightly. “Can I tell you a secret?”


“Of course. You can tell me anything, you know that, and I promise never to tell anyone at all any secret you trust me with.”


“I know.” He smiled, and cuddled right into me.


He took a couple minutes to enjoy the cuddles, and then started.


“Last night, as I was playing, you know, with my bum hole, at first I wasn't really picturing anything, but then, I saw you, all hard and diapered, and then I imagined that your peepee was poked out the front of your diaper, and you were slipping it inside me, just like I was doing with my fingers. I dreamed that it was you filling me with your peepee, not my fingers.” He said softly.


“And that's fine to dream of things, but you know that you can't have that already, don't you.”


“I know, you wouldn't want such a small baby boy.”


“Ah, but that's where you're so incredibly wrong. The reasons why we can't share that are multiple. First, and foremost, is that it's insanely illegal. If I were caught doing anything to you, I'd be in jail in a heartbeat. Second, and almost as important, you're not ready for that sorta thing quite yet. Sure, you're starting to realize certain things, you learned a lot last night, but you still have lots of learning left before you can get into that. Remember, don't do what I did, it'll make it that much more special and meaningful. Third, you don't live here, so imagine what'd it'd be like if we did share something like that, and you couldn't stay every night. I know how I'd feel, and I think you already suspect how you'd feel. I assure you, it'd be worse than that. There's probably more, but really, those are the important ones.”


“You don't really care that it's illegal, do you?”


“Maybe, maybe not, probably not as much as I should.” I shrugged.


“I think not at all. I think you do want me like that, I think you do wanna fill me up, but I think you're right about not living here though.”


“I guess time will tell.” I smiled warmly to him, so that he knew that I was not rejecting him, but that he has to hold off.


We stayed there for a while longer, just talking and laughing, until we were ready to call it. We dove into the pool to cool off and close our pores, and then headed to the shower to clean up. We finally headed in and diapered each other up nice and thick, and then headed to the gym to teach Matthew some more for a bit.


We had already had a good workout, so we only stretched for half an hour, before spending maybe an hour on more gymnastics training. I tell you, there is nothing more beautiful than seeing such a talented beautiful baby boy dancing and flipping his way all over the gym in nothing but a nice thick baby diaper.


We headed into the house and dressed each other, then headed out to the shop to continue playing. Today I went to the folder and pulled out a couple simple three dimensional scroll saw art plans that I was certain that Matthew would have no trouble with. They are still fairly simple, but still more advanced than what he had done yesterday.


I had to teach Matthew how to safely use the bandsaw to cut a scrap piece of wood to the correct size, and as usual he was a little nervous at the prospect of using this much scarier machine.


Of course, I reminded Matthew of my motto, but did let him know that this machine is dangerous, that its first, and still largest use to date is as a meat saw, and that this saw can and will remove a finger just as fast and easy as it cuts wood, so be sure and be extra vigilant with his safety. I watched to ensure that he did everything correctly, and never had to correct him even once.


I then took him over to the scroll saw, showed him how to glue on his pattern, and then how to cut it out, showing him when and how to tape the piece once he was done making certain cuts. After watching him for a bit, to ensure that he had it and had everything under control, I went and started back on the dressers that I am making. Today is slide installation, but since I already have the cabinet side of the slides already installed, this part will be fast as easy. I just have to measure meticulously to ensure I get the drawer side of the slides in the correct place.


It only took me an hour to get them all installed, and then I tested them all. Because all the drawers are identical, this is easy, they should all fit, no matter what. Now I have to take all the solid drawer fronts that are already milled and install them, and that too should be relatively quick, but still takes almost three hours to install that many of them. By the time I am done, Matthew has already managed to cut out half a dozen small figures, and they are all looking really good.


“Those look good Baby, but we both need soggy baby bum changes and lunch, so let's go now before we skip lunch and start leaking all over the place.”


“Thanks, and okay, you know I'd never complain about a soggy baby bum change, or lunch, come to think of it.” He grinned brightly.


“No, I bet not.”


As soon as we made it to the house, we headed to my bedroom to change each other. Matthew tried to behave himself, he tried not to cum, but failed miserably in both, but did manage to hold off on cumming until just as I was finishing creaming him up. He also did wondrously well in diapering me, but ended up trying to cream me up just a little too well. I of course stopped his hand, he grinned, and then finished taping me up.


“Why don't you ever let me make you have your cums?” Matthew asked as we were heading to the kitchen.


I think he tried to make it sound like an innocent question, but I could hear a huskiness in his voice that a supposedly sweet and innocent nine year old boy is not supposed to have. I damn near laughed.


I turned to him, knelt down so that I am looking in his eyes, and gently pulled his chin back up, because he tried to look down as I did this.


“You already know the answer to that Baby, it's already not appropriate that I allow you to change me at all, there are those that'd already try and make our lives a living hell if they found even that much out. Letting you make me cum though, that's not right, and at your age and stage, you really shouldn't be either. I know you're starting to understand things, but you still don't truly know all that you need to know. Wait, trust me on that.” I said softly.


“Yeah, I know, but I just really wanna make you feel as good as you always make me feel.”


“Yeah, well, I'm not trying to make you feel like that, you just can't control yourself enough yet. Besides, you do make me feel good, very good in fact. Call it the baby in me, but I absolutely love having you change my soggy baby diapers for me, it makes me feel at peace, loved. Almost no one ever changes me, and when they do, it's not like you do, you change me very nicely indeed.”


“I'm glad. I kinda also wanna see you, you know, squirt.”


“I wondered if that was part of the issue.”


“And I wanna taste it.” He whispered so softly that I almost did not even hear it, and I am incredibly close to him.


“I don't blame you in the least. Like you, I had no idea why it was that I wanted to taste cum once I found out about it, but once I did taste it, I was hooked, and couldn't get enough. But, because of that, I did things, bad things, things that could've gotten me horribly hurt or sick. I didn't know enough yet, I wasn't smart enough in the ways of my body, and I couldn't control myself. Again, I don't want that for you, I want for you to grow up knowing everything that you need to know before you rush into that. Don't do to yourself what I did. What you want, it can be so absolutely beautiful, but only when you're ready for it. Before that it feels great, there's simply no denying that, but once you're ready for it, once you truly understand things, then it's that much better.”


“I suppose so, but, I just have so many things running through my head, especially when I see you naked.”


“Ah yes, the age old problem of the young, too many hormones, not enough brain cells to contain them, or, as some have also said, two heads, and only enough blood to control one at a time. You allow your bottom head to do far too much of your thinking still, but it's not your fault, it's how we're wired, but you have to learn to control it, so that it doesn't control you and make you do things that you're not mentally ready for.”


“I think I know what you mean. Once I get really hard, it's totally like my dick's telling me what to do, even when I'm trying to tell it something else.”


“It takes time and practice, don't worry. I'm here for you though, so don't feel bad.”


“Thanks.” He smiled warmly to me.


I reached in and gave him a tender kiss to his forehead before standing up, held out my hand and Matthew took it in his soft smooth one, and I led him the rest of the way to the kitchen. We made and ate lunch, cleaned that all up, and then headed back to the shop to continue.


I showed Matthew my sanding station, and there I have everything needed for sanding up the three dimensional creations, including a nice rotary tool with hundreds of different attachment options. I told him to sand everything, and then I would show him how to stain or paint them once he was done.


Now that the dressers are all done, because I had already pre-finished the cases and the drawer fronts days ago now, I decided to do some work on the lathe. I have dozens, or more, different blanks all glued up and ready to go, so I grabbed one at random from the shelf and got it ready to go.


As I was carving away, Matthew came and watched for a bit to see what it is I am doing, and I let him. He did eventually go back to his sanding and cleaning up, and I continued.


A little more than an hour later, Matthew came and asked me to show him the next step, so I did, after checking out his progress of course. I told him that he had done very well, but there were still a few areas that could use just a touch more work, and showed him what I meant, as well as how to fix them, so I watched and waited as he did so, and then we both deemed them perfect. Matthew is much like me in that he seems to like to make things to his absolute best, so that is good.


I taught him how to stain or paint them next, and most of the pieces he decided to paint, but there were a couple that he decided to stain, so I left him to that, knowing that I could not really help him much in this aspect.


Every so often I would sense that Matthew was watching me, and I would look up and smile to him, then go back to work, and so would he.


It took Matthew a long time to paint all his pieces the way he wanted them, and by the time he was done, I am just finishing up my second piece as well, both bowls. Now all I have to do is dump them in my bin of mineral oil and allow them to soak up all the oil that they can, and tomorrow morning I will pull them out and allow them to drip dry.


“Those look really nice, they look hard to make.” Matthew said as he came over.


“Thanks. They're not that hard, once you know how to, but they did take a long time to learn how to do properly, but then, I did pretty much teach myself as well. The lathe was not something my grandpa ever had, so I never had one 'til just a few years ago. Your pieces look really good as well. What are you gonna do with them?”


“Give them to you to sell for your charity. I don't want or need the money, but I might keep the one for my mom, I think she'll like it.” He smiled warmly.


“They're yours to do with as you please, but giving them to the charity is incredibly nice of you.”


“You too though.”


“True. Well, let's say we close up the shop for the night Baby and head on up to the house and make and eat dinner. I'm okay in the diaper department for now, so I should be able to hold off 'til bedtime.”


“Okay, that sounds good, and I think I can last as well.” He said after giving himself the squeeze test.


As soon as we made it to the house, we stripped off our clothes, so that we are in only our nice soggy diapers, both of us at about the same sogginess level, so yeah, Matthew probably will last until then as well, but if either of us leak, that is not such a big deal either.


After dinner, we sat back and relaxed in the living room, both of us reading again, since neither of us felt like watching TV. We only read for a little more than an hour when Matthew closed his book and said that he was getting ready to head to bed. He came over and I gave him a nice big hug, making sure to pat and rub his gloriously sexy soggy diapered baby bum, he smiled brightly at this. I wished him a good sleep, and an even better time in making himself tired enough to go to sleep, and he grinned brighter still, saying that he would. Neither of us said a thing about his diaper, I think we both know that I will going in and changing him in an hour or so once he passes out.


It did sound like a mighty fine idea to me as well, so, as soon as Matthew was off to bed, I went about closing up the house for the night, and then headed to my room for a bit of fun myself.


I only went for a little more than half an hour, cumming only twice while fucking myself through my nice soggy diaper. I truly cannot wait until I can be diaper fucked again, though no, when Matthew is ready, his hot little cocklett will not be quite ready to diaper fuck, at least not in the way I truly do enjoy it. He is simply not large enough yet for that, though he will be able to fuck and fill me just fine without the diapers in the way. This I do know.


After changing myself and cleaning up the mess, I went to Matthew's door and could still hear him playing on the other side. Once more, he has not closed the door fully, though this time it is closed too much for me to be able to see in, no matter what. I can hear him though, and what I am hearing is making me painfully hard yet again.


He keeps moaning and sighing, grunting and panting, but the thing that he keeps moaning that is making me hottest of all, is that he keeps moaning out my name, saying things like, 'Mmmm, yeah James, fuck my little gay baby bum hole good and deep.' Or, 'Oh James, you fuck me so well.' Then, just as he was cumming, I do not know how many times he has already came, so this could be his first or his tenth, he squealed out my name. Then there was no more noise. I think he may have just passed out. I can still hear him breathing heavily, but nothing else.


I wait probably a good ten minutes to ensure that he is well and truly asleep, then push open the door ever so slightly to peep in and see that he is definitely asleep. I open the door fully and limp inside, my dick is so hard inside my diaper right now that I am having a hard time walking.


I take in the carnage as I walk to the bed. Matthew is on his right side facing the door, his right leg mostly straight, and he left leg bent perfectly to allow himself full access to his baby bum hole. This time he had went right through his soggy diaper and diaper finger fucked himself. From the way his hand is, I can see that he has four fingers still buried inside himself. His other hand is inside the front of his soggy diaper, probably still holding onto his little pride and joy.


I start by pulling hands from inside his diaper, both have lots of lube on them, so he decided to play lubed on his little dinky this time, so I grabbed a wipe and cleaned his soft little hands up first.


I then turned Matthew into diaper change position and removed his well abused and soggy diaper. I cleaned him up well, slipped a fresh diaper under him, lotioned and creamed him, then pushed down the front of my diaper, and with cream coated hand, I stroked myself only four times this time and painted Matthew's baby groin in another fantastic load.


The desire to slip my head into his amazing little bum hole and fill him with his first ever cum load was really strong, but I will not do that to him until he is ready for it. It is bad enough that I did what I did.


After taping Matthew up into his nice fresh thick baby diaper, I gently turned him into sleeping position, and covered him up, gave him a kiss to his forehead, and then left the bedroom, turning off the light as I did.


I went and laid down in my bed, and then passed out quickly.


Some time during the night, Matthew came and joined me again, and when I woke up, it was to find Matthew cuddled right into my side again. I normally sleep on my back, and he is on his side, his left arm and leg draped over me, holding me possessively, his head on my shoulder. My arm must have either been in the right position, or he had moved it, so that it was like I was holding him too, though I probably did hold him through the night.


This is the thing about being such a heavy sleeper, stuff like this almost never wakes me up. When Liz was a baby, I think that she ended up learning to sleep through the night as well as she does, because I almost never woke up for her. Granted, it is not a bad thing that she has always slept through the night well.


Matthew is still sound asleep, so I pulled him in tighter to me, and he smiled warmly in his sleep, as well as sighed deeply. I started softly, gently, and tenderly tickling his soft smooth back, feeling all his small muscles already rippling just under the skin. To look at Matthew, you cannot see just how muscular he already is, but when you feel them, you can feel that he is tough, because they are all hard, even when he is relaxed they still feel shockingly hard.


He really does have an amazing body, and I wish I were some form of an artist, so that I could draw, or paint, or sculpt him. He is the type of boy that truly deserves to be cast into something permanent. Yet, I do not honestly think that he realizes just how stunningly beautiful he truly is. I am certain that he knows that he is good looking, his mom says she has told him this his whole life, and I have certainly told him so many times as well, but just how much so. No, I am reasonably certain he truly has no clue.


Not even five minutes after waking up, Matthew must have started dreaming again, because he started to thrust his hot hard diapered dick into me again. I reached down and rubbed his sexy soggy diapered bum, which, from the sounds he started making in his sleep, seemed to make him feel even better. I ended up having to reach up and rub the front of my soggy diaper as he did this to me, it was just too hot, and seconds after Matthew came in his dream, so did I. I had slipped my hand into my diaper to collect my load as I spewed, and once I was finished, I pulled it out and licked it all off.


I kept my hand where it was on Matthew's baby diapered bum, pulling him tight to me, and just laid there for a while, enjoying the closeness.


Finally Matthew started to come awake, I would say about half an hour after his little dream episode. I turned my head to see him as soon as he came awake, and as soon as he saw me, his face lit right up as he smiled.


“Good morning.” We both said at the same time.


“How come you're in bed with me again?” I asked.


Not that I am complaining in the least. Trust me, in my bed is exactly where I would love to have Matthew, for the rest of my life if I can.


“Woke up in the night and wanted to come cuddle up to you again. It just feels so safe and peaceful cuddled up to you. I don't know what it is. I can't even sleep with Mommy, but with you, it felt like the second I laid down, I was asleep again.”


“I don't mind, you cuddle so nicely and don't move around a lot and wake me up. Not that much ever wakes me, mind you.”


“Same, once I'm asleep, almost nothing wakes me up. Mommy tells me all the time that I'm hard to wake up.”


“Yeah, same here.”


“You hadta come and change me again last night, didn't you?”


“Yep.” I grinned I am certain.


“And you saw what I did, didn't you.”


“Yep, your fingers were still buried inside your cute little baby diapered bum, and right through your soggy diaper. You're naughty.”


“You say that like it's a good thing.” He giggled.


“To a gay baby by diaper lover like me, no, that is a very good thing.”


“I think I agree. I dreamed it was you again, pushing your peepee inside my bum, this time through both our soggy baby diapers.”


“And that's not wrong, dream all you want. Sometimes our dreams are the only place where we can get things like that.”


“What if I wanted that dream though?”


“Then I'm afraid you still haveta wait.”


“Nuts.”


“You'll be fine Baby. Now, let's get our soggy baby bums outta bed and go get some breakfast before doing our workout.”


“Okay.”


Before too long we are in the pool once more, this time doing an aerobics workout in the shallow end. We worked hard, and then hit the sauna, steam room, and finally the hot tub, where we talked lots. I truly love talking to Matthew, he is an incredibly bright and inquisitive boy, he talks well, and has no problems in voicing what he is thinking, even when he does not necessarily know the correct words for what he is thinking. Liz is getting better at that, and most think that she sounds far older than she truly is because I have always ensured that she spoke well, but sometimes talking to kids drives me nuts. Matthew does not do that for me, I love talking with him. He does have a lot of questions, and I happily answer all that I can for him, and no, not all of them are about being gay or a diaper lover, though he does still ask plenty of questions about all that as well.


After taking a nice cool shower to clean up, we dry off and head in to get diapered. I decide that now is as good a time as any to teach Matthew how to diaper himself.


I show him how I do it on myself first, and then he hops up and does it perfectly his first try.


“You either learn really fast, or you already knew how.”


“Well, mommy used to use Pampers on me, 'til not that long ago actually, but there's still a few left in the house, and I kinda like to sneak them every so often, and I hadta learn to diaper myself.” He grinned brightly.


“Very nice. I admit, I'd love to see you in a Pampers baby diaper.”


“Maybe if I come next weekend again, which I'd really like, I can bring a couple. They don't really fit me any more, they're just a bit too small on me, but they do work, and I really look babyish like that.”


“I'd like that, but only if I get to put it on you, okay.”


“Okay.” He said brightly.


“So, you wanna come spend next weekend here again then?”


“Oh yeah. Absolutely. I've loved this weekend with you.”


“Good, the feeling's mutual.”


Other than swimming, I usually take most Sunday's off from doing my big workout, so I asked Matthew what he wanted to do. He asked if we could go for a walk in the woods.


Because my property backs a mountain, there is nothing behind the house but a lot of trees, and Liz and I have worn a few good hiking trails into them. I said that that sounded like a good idea. Matthew asked if we had to get dressed in anything more than our diapers, and as much as I would love to go on a diaper hike, sadly, we cannot. We are not the only ones to use the trails, so sadly we may not be alone, and I explain this to him. He understands, of course, but is saddened by it, but then, so am I, I would love to do the same thing.


We dress each other and get our shoes on, then head out for a nice long walk. Matthew did grasp my hand not even three steps out the back door, though, and held it for the entire time that we were out for our nice hike. The trails are not hard, nor are they hard to navigate. There are no real steep hills, and no real obstacles, so, for the most part, just nice easy hiking trails.


We talked as we walked, and were out for a good two hours before heading back to the house. We had a spectacular time, Matthew asking all sorts of questions, mostly about what sort of trees and animals and whatnot that we saw on our hike. Because Matthew lives in a condo in town, he so rarely gets to see any nature at all, so this is good for him.


“Have you ever thought of getting horses or anything like that. I've always wanted to ride a horse?” Matthew asked as we were walking back to the house.


“I thought of it, because I have so much land, but I honestly know nothing about raising any sort of animal, and I'm not really sure I want that sorta responsibility. To tell you the truth, I'm sorta surprised Liz didn't die when she was a baby. I'm horrible at keeping things alive. Had goldfish a few times as a kid, nope, never lasted more than a month or two before they died. Plants, can't keep em alive for more than a month. I always forget about them. I suppose the only reason I always remembered Liz was because she'd always let me know when she needed something. Never heard screaming the likes of that 'til I had a baby. I was an only child of only children, I have no cousins or anything, so never grew up with it either.” I had to laugh.


“That's too funny. Mommy says I can't have a pet 'cause we live in an apartment, but I always wanted a dog.”


“Yeah, well, I've never really had one, and not so sure I wanna start now. Animals are a lot of work, and I'm already always so busy with everything else. Granted, nothing I do I haveta do, but I still love doing it.”


After getting back to the house, we stripped off all our clothes to expose our nice soggy diapers, and went and had a nice long drink, because we are both good and thirsty now. Neither of us are needing a change yet, so we just left our diapers, since we do like to feel nice and wet.


I decided to challenge Matthew to a game of Uno, and so we ended up playing for a good couple hours, having a lot of fun totally destroying each other at every possible opportunity. I love this game, but I hate playing it with Liz, because she gets so upset when I play like three or four plus four's to her, and then she gets miserable. Matthew just laughs when it happens to him, but then happily plays it right back at me whenever he gets the chance to do so. By the end of the game, we were within only fifty points of each other, Matthew managing to win, and we had a great time.


It was as we were cleaning up our mess that we both realized that we should have changed at least a little while ago.


“Oh dear me, it seems I have a piddle puddle underneath me.” I laughed.


Matthew giggled. “Yeah, me too.” He admitted.


“We're such naughty baby boys, huh, pee peeing our baby diapers 'til we leak.”


“Mmmhmm. I suppose us baby boys better go change our leaky baby diapers, huh.”


“I suppose we better.”


Matthew offered to change me first, and I happily let him. He tried to play just a bit too much again, as usual, but I made him stop, and he grinned cheekily to me, and finished creaming me up and then taping me up.


Surprise of surprises, but Matthew was almost impossibly hard when I opened up his diaper, his hot hard little baby cocklett was pulsing madly, his taut foreskin was pulled back and looked incredibly tight and uncomfortable, and his little dick head was bright purple. I gave him a little flick and he squealed in agony.


“What was that for?” He screeched at me.


“To hopefully bring you down a little, it seems you enjoyed diapering me just a little too much again.”


“That really hurt.” He pouted.


“With as painfully hard as it looked, I'm certain it did. You're not as hard now though, so that's good. Now, think of the biggest, ugliest female you can, you don't need to be cumming every time I change you.”


“I can't help it. You just make me feel so good, so loved.” He whimpered.


“I know, and you are loved, just not necessarily the way you want it to be.”


“I know.” He sighed sadly.


He did clamp down and as I cleaned and lotioned him, he did not cum, but during the creaming, and I was not trying to make him cum either, he did explode. As per usual, he passed out. I pushed the front of my diaper down, latched on, stroked just a few times again, and painted his baby groin with my entire load once more.


By the time that Matthew came down from his massive orgasm and woke back up, I was tucked back in properly, and I had Matthew fully creamed and taped up into his fresh diaper. I had made sure to rub my baby cream into his truly spectacularly soft groin as well. God was it hot.


“Wow, I think that was the best one yet. I tried so hard to not do it, that when it did happen, I thought I was gonna die.” Matthew groaned out.


“And that's why holding off is so good, because then it makes when you do cum that much better. You lasted a lot longer than I thought you might, so that's at least good, but try for no cumming at all for the next soggy baby bum change, okay.”


“I'll try, but I can't promise. So, when's my mom picking me up anyway?”


“She said after dinner some time, just not sure when. We'll get you all changed and dressed right after we have dinner, and I'll pack you some of Liz's diapers, so that you have some, but you'll haveta ask your mom to pick you up some more.”


“Okay, so still lotsa time then, and thanks, I will.” He smiled brightly.


“Good. I bet you want lunch now, huh?”


“Oh yeah, I could stand to eat a little.” He grinned.


And from that grin, I was sure he could eat a lot.


We made lunch together, then sat down and ate it all, laughing the entire time. After cleaning up, we played more games, and did that until dinner time. We made and ate dinner, then went and changed each other, dressed each other, and I helped Matthew to pack all his stuff, and that included an even dozen of Liz's much better diapers. He also asked for a bottle of both baby lotion and diaper rash cream, as well as asked if he could keep the jar of lube, and to all of that I answered yes, and he happily put it all into his pack as well.


We sat and watched TV for the hour long wait for Leanne and Liz to arrive, and Liz just walked in and called out hi.


“So, how was your weekend Baby?” I asked.


“Really nice.” She sighed, so I think that maybe she got some of what she needed.


“That's good.”


“And how about you Matthew, how was your weekend?” Leanne asked.


“Really nice too.” He sighed even deeper, and from the knowing smirk on Leanne's face, I knew that she knew as well.


“That's really good. We haveta get going, so let's go.”


“Okay.” Matthew said sadly.


He came and gave me a hug, and whispered thanks to me. I kissed him tenderly on his forehead. As we were doing this, Liz was doing the same to Leanne. Shortly thereafter, Leanne and Matthew were gone.


“So, what'd you girls do this weekend?”


“Went shopping, looked at a bunch of stuff, stayed in and talked a lot, and just hung out.”


“And from as thickly diapered as you are, as well as how much you're glowing, I can well imagine that you have some things to tell me that you're already almost a hundred percent certain that I know!”


“Yeah.” She said, blushing only a bit.


“Come sit down Baby, tell me all about it. I'm stripping to my diaper though, you go ahead and do the same.”


We stripped down, though Liz left her little halter top on, and then sat down.


I hugged her to me, and I let her start, it took her a couple minutes, but finally she started.


“Daddy, I'm a lesbian diaper lover. I wanna wear my diapers all day from now on.”


“Okay. You knew that eventually your bladder was likely to fail you anyway, so you've already accepted that diapers were pretty much permanently in your future, but you truly do love them as well. I know how you feel. Even if my bladder started working right now, I'd never give up my baby diapers now. As for being a lesbian, yeah, you're right, I already knew. I've suspected for many years already. So, I know that Leanne's a lesbian as well, but I think that she likes diapers a lot more than she led me to believe, so she is too, isn't she?”


“Yeah.”


“And you two enjoyed changing each others soggy baby diapers, didn't you?”


“Yeah.” She whispered.


“Good, I gave her permission to give you really good baby diaper changes if it was what you wanted. I hope you didn't try and go too fast and too far yet though?”


“No, Leanne wouldn't let me.” She said, but she sounded saddened by it.


“Good, take your time.”


“That's what she said too. You and Matthew had really good baby diaper changes too, didn't you?”


“Mmmhmm, we sure did, but I hadta tell Matthew the same thing, to slow down and learn certain things first.”


“Oh.”


“So, I trust that Leanne told you all about your body and all that I wouldn't have been able to tell you?”


“Yeah, thanks for that by the way.”


“You're welcome. You needed information that I wasn't capable of giving you, considering I really don't know enough about women, so I found someone who'd be able to give you that, and so much more. I'm happy for you. Take your time, learn your own body first, and when the time's right, you'll know it. From now on, there's to be no shame, you can ask me anything, if I don't know, I'll tell you to ask Leanne, because she might know more, but I do know a lot, just not necessarily everything about your body.”


“Okay, thanks. So, what'd you baby boys do then?”


I gave her the brief description of our weekend, and then we sat back and finished out the evening just watching TV. At bedtime, I changed Liz, and then headed to bed myself. I can honestly say that I am already missing Matthew a great deal.


Having Matthew change me is amongst the most wondrous things that I can imagine, but I do so miss changing him and seeing him have his shockingly powerful baby boygasms as well. Feeling his soft warm hands lotioning me up and spreading the cream all over my groin, there is simply nothing better if you ask me. The fact that he tried repeatedly to make me cum was also a major bonus. Certainly not needed, but greatly appreciated none the less. It truly took far more willpower for me to stay his hands so often than I honestly thought I had. My only real release the entire weekend had been the few times when Matthew had passed out and I dumped a load onto his sexy little baby boy bits. Sure, I had played a couple nights still, but not nearly so much as I had wanted to.


Normally I jack off at least twice a day, and there are few days when I am not wearing a butt plug, usually just a nice small vibrating one, it makes me feel good, but not overly full.


As soon as I made it to my bedroom, I grabbed a few of my toys and a towel and threw them onto the bed, then my diaper change supplies also got thrown onto the bed, and then I too threw myself onto the bed. Once in position, I slipped my vibrating cock ring onto my already incredibly hard erection, poked a hole in the seat of my seriously soggy diaper, and then proceeded to truly fuck myself good and hard, and I managed to cum three times tonight, but the entire time I was doing so, I was envisioning Matthew doing all this to me, starting by fucking me with his still small little baby bone, but then finishing me off by fucking me madly with my dildos, while sucking my dick as expertly as one could expect.


I slumped down and breathed hard for a good five minutes as I came down, the dildo still vibrating away nicely inside me, still making me feel incredible. Finally I pulled the dildo out and traded it for my butt plug, and then changed my ruined diaper. I cleaned up the mess, and then fell into a nice peaceful sleep.