Stop the Stigma

****Warning, this story contains gay teen sex, diaper wearing and usage. If this is offensive to you, or in any way illegal, I encourage you to leave now. This is a love story and has shockingly little sex, though, so if all you're looking for is a quick friction story, that's not what this story is. Feel free to contact me at erich5748 at ymail.com with any feedback should you like to do so, I love hearing from my readers. Remember that this site requires our donations to continue to run free of charge for all to enjoy, so please give what you can. If you feel I've earned it, feel free to make said donation in my name. Sadly nothing in this story is real, though I truly wish it was, but alas, it cannot be. Anyway, onto the story, I hope that you enjoy.****

Hi there, my name in Bennett, I'm fourteen years old, and I have a couple huge secrets, only, everyone who knows me actually knows both anyway, and since I'm actually a little well known, pretty near everyone else knows as well. I'm gay, and I have to wear diapers. What almost no one knows, though, is that I'm a full on gay Baby Boy diaper lover, and even a little bit of a teen Baby Boy. Even if I could all of a sudden go peepee in the potty, I never would, even if the doctors say they've found a way to fix the problem, I'll never allow them to. I'm already in grade eleven and as such am clearly in high school, though all the other kids tower above me, and I point blank, categorically refused to join in on gym class because of it. Many at school think I don't do gym because of my diapers, yeah, right, I couldn't give two shits about what anyone else thinks of me, and I'd just as happily strip down to my gloriously soggy diaper right in the change room, and then re diaper myself just as readily. No, I'm not in any way, shape, or form athletic, and I'm still way too small to compete with kids that are very close to twice my weight and are at least thirty centimetres taller than me. That's not to say that I don't exercise and shit like that, I do, but only at home with my Dad's

Like I said, I'm much smaller than all the kids at school, but, I'm actually too small for my age as well. I'm shockingly well built, though, and if I were to do a weight lifting competition, or push ups, sit ups, chin ups, or anything like that with almost any of the other kids at school, I'd likely spank them soundly. Dads and I do a really good workout pretty near every morning, for about an hour.

I have coppery brown and slightly curly hair that I wear a little long and shaggy, pale green eyes, little button nose, light coloured freckles across my cheeks and nose, though they're far more prominent on my nose, especially in the summer as it is now. I have really nice straight and white teeth, definitely the only straight thing about me, that my dentist says are so perfect that he couldn't recreate them if he tried. I have nice red lips that too many kids in the past have accused me of wearing lipstick to achieve, I don't, not that I have a problem with that anyway, but I don't.

Dad's I say, eh! Yep, I have the two best Daddies a gay Baby Boy diaper lover could ask for. My Daddies actually have no idea which one of them is truly my Father, they just both are. They both came in the same cup, and my lesbian mother and her girlfriend each impregnated the other with the combined cum, and it was truly fortunate that they had one boy and one girl, which is exactly what they were all hoping for, and so, while technically I have a mother and a sister somewhere, we'll never meet, and my mother is listed as Jane Doe on my birth certificate and everything. They shook hands and parted ways. I understand that they still all know each other, but that they're on the opposite coast now.

Clearly growing up I knew all about what it meant to be gay, and so many of the kids all throughout school tried to tease me for having two Dads, to which I always countered with, 'Well, at least my Dads want and love me.' I even had a few here and there accuse them of only having me so that they could fuck me. Sadly not true. I actually did ask, when I was eight, but they turned me down, told me to find my own boyfriend. Obviously they know about me, and admitted that they'd seen the signs from the time I was three, but, by the time I was five, they were certain. I was actually only half way into kindergarten myself when I was pretty damned sure of it myself, and I admitted to them not long before I turned seven that I'm gay, and they told me that that might still change, but that they both felt that they were by that age too, so can't and won't say that I don't know what I'm talking about. Yeah, still am. Oh sure, I think girls are fine, and I even have a couple friends, just not for me sexually. Yes, I do have a couple male friends as well, but they're boyfriends, and my female friends are girlfriends, so, clearly none of them have issue with that, and they don't mind that I'm diapered as well, sadly none of them are.

The reason that I wear diapers is really rather painful, my Dads and I were in a really bad car accident when I was only three months old. The airbags saved them from any critical or life altering injury, though both spent several days in the hospital, and my car seat saved my life, for the most part, because Dads were told that there's no way I would've survived without it, though it was touch and go for a couple days from how I understand it. Something essentially impaled me and not only damaged my bladder itself, but completely tore apart, thus destroying the nerve bundle that controls it, so, while they were able to save my bladder, they were unable to reconnect any nerves, and even still, they say that there's no chance that they could, there was simply too much damage. Fortunately my intestines and a couple other minor things that were also seriously damaged at the same time were able to be fixed, so, I don't poopy my baby diapers.

By the time I was five, though, I was a full on Baby Boy diaper lover anyway, so, this never truly bothered me at all. When Dad's tried to switch me to Pullups, I simply said no thanks, asking instead to keep my Pampers baby diapers for as long as possible, learned how to change myself, though even still I'll occasionally ask one of them to change me, and they happily do so. When I finally grew out of Pampers, which wasn't 'til I was nearly eight, I searched long and hard to find the ultra thick baby diapers I wanted to replace them with, and Daddies never had any problems in buying me all the baby diapers I wanted, to try them and find the ones I like. I usually have a thinner one for at school, and then a few different mega thick ones that I enjoy any other time I can.

Given that my Dad's are gay, the fact that I'm also a full on gay teen Baby Boy doesn't bother them at all, they say everyone has their quirks anyway, and that they'd never judge another for what they like no matter what. They themselves are actually Furries, they actually have some pretty impressive costumes, and once, when I was about nine, I even watched them for an entire play session, they hadn't closed their door all the way, so it's not my fault, honestly, I mean, I was already supremely horny by then, and when they woke me up, and I went to listen at their door, like I'd done more than a few times, and found that the door was open just enough for me to peer inside and watch them through the mirror on their dresser, it was too much, and I found them in wolf costumes, doggy fucking each other, and for well over an hour they traded back and forth. Not gonna lie, when I went back to my bedroom and jacked off furiously for probably an hour or more after that, the fact that I hadn't peed for probably really close to two hours or more by that time slammed into me, and after I think it was my seventh baby boygasm, the piss exploded out of me so forcefully it actually hurt, and sprayed the wall behind my bed. That was only the first time such a thing's happened to me, but I only laugh when it happens.

Dads have even bought and/or made me a few really cute costumes as well, and I do wear them with them, only I get to wear insanely thick baby diapers underneath as well, and I do enjoy that. It can be pretty awesome in fact.

All throughout elementary school, I was constantly and ceaselessly bored, but they wouldn't skip me ahead. I asked, my Daddies asked, I told, they also told, I point blank demanded, and then so too did my Daddies, and they absolutely forbade it. Fortunately in Vancouver, where I'm from, middle school starts in grade six, and in middle school I was allowed to, and even encouraged to go as fast as I cared to, but that I still had to do all tests. So, that year I did both grades six and seven at the same time, and passed both grades with perfect marks. So, the next year, I started both grades eight and nine, but found that the course load was just a bit too much in both to do them both at the same time again, so, by Christmas, I dropped all the grade nine courses, and concentrated on grade eight solely, so that I could pass it with perfect marks, but, by spring break, I was finally into grade nine anyway. That's also taking into consideration that I also took an extra class instead of gym, and I refused the study block and took another class there as well.

After that, I would only take somewhere between half to two thirds of a year to pass a grade, and the only reason it took that long, is because of all the extra courses I also took. Remember Hermione from Harry Potter, there were, and still are plenty of times I wish I had her time turner device, so that I could have a couple extra hours each day like she did, so that I could get extra courses. One of the extra courses our school offered, that I really enjoyed, was media and advertising. It was supposed to have been one of the grade seven and up courses, but, of course I got to take advantage of it in grade six, since I was doing both at the same time anyway, they decided to bend the rules.

One of the things that we had to do for an end of year project, was to make a commercial, it had to be twenty to thirty seconds long, we had to make it as powerful and/or impactful as we possibly could, it could be on pretty near any topic that we liked, though the teacher was very clear that anything at all sexual would result in expulsion, gee, I wonder why he'd have to make a rule like that, I can only guess how many before tried that, but then, what would you expect from a bunch of rowdy, horny, pubertal kids, right. So, since I still got teased almost mercilessly every day about being a baby and needing baby diapers, I decided to make my commercial titled Stop the Stigma. In it I explained that to look at me you'd never guess I was physically disabled, but, I showed the scars on my back and my stomach, explained what'd happened to me, and said, yes, I do have to wear diapers twenty four hours a day, that I will for the rest of my life, and all the teasing and taunting only says more about them than it does about me.

It was so powerful, that it actually made my teacher and damn near half the kids in my class cry. It was so well done he said, that I was awarded a perfect one hundred percent on it. The principal of our school saw it, and then the very next day, with my permission, of course, he held an assembly, and once everyone was there, the lights were dimmed, and my commercial was played for the entire school.

When the lights came back on, our principal went to centre stage, and told everyone that not once have I made so much as one complaint about teasing and bullying, but that clearly that has very much been the case. He said as of this instant, that stops, if I even hear so much as one disparaging remark to or about Bennett, about his needing diapers, I suspend for one week the offending student, but, it'll be in school, and I'll make it as unpleasant as I'm allowed to. Repeat offenders will have an extra week added every time they do so. I boldly stood up and said, don't forget about me being gay, or all the other poor gay kids here, or every other kid here that has some sort of oddity, at least thirty of us that I know of are being teased daily. He said, oh, really, and why have you never told me before, to which I said, because they're hurting themselves more by being stupid bullies than they do me, and honestly, I take everything they say as a compliment and thank them, but, some of the other poor bullied kids here aren't as sure of themselves as I am of myself.

He thanked me for that, then told the kids that from now on, all cases of bullying will be treated the same way, that no matter our differences, that in the end we truly are all the same.

What I hadn't been intending, though, was that somehow, a small startup premium diaper company would actually manage to see my commercial, and their founder and president would actually come right to my home and talk to Dads and me about it. He said he loved my commercial, and would like to use it to start promoting his brand new diaper company, that he started because he also has to wear twenty four seven, and had been unable to find excellent quality diapers that were not only super comfortable, but biodegradable, soft, durable, absorbent, and suitable for people that are still fully active. Like he said, he could find one or two of the requirements in all the diapers he tried, which I admitted I was the same, but never was there a diaper that checked off all the boxes, so, he bloody well made them himself. He handed me one in my size, so clearly he knew my size before arriving, and encouraged me to go and change, so, I did, and when I came back I said so far all his promises are true, but that of course only time would tell.

He made me an offer that he was hoping I simply couldn't refuse, ten thousand for the rights to use the commercial, but that he'd really love it if I'd remake it exactly as it is, but with them featured at the very end. Then, to sweeten the deal, he offered me free diapers, both regular thick daytime, and ultra thick night time, free doublers that he assures are every bit as thick, soft, and absorbent, and then free wipes, lotion, cream, and powder, because, like he said, he wanted it all, and for it all to be the very best, so, that's what he'd done. I asked him how long he's in town for, and he said he's staying for a week, and that he'd love to have my answer by then.

He left me the rest of the case of diapers that he'd brought me, as well as one more case of the thinner day time, because he'd given me one of the mega thick ones, then a case of doublers, then a bottle of lotion, a jar of cream, and a container of both powder and wipes, and told me to enjoy them for a couple days at least, and then call him.

I let him stew for almost the entire week, but Dads and I talked it over, a lot, we even had two of their friends come over and talk it over with me, one is a lawyer, the other's an accountant, so, perfect friends to help guide me in a decision such as this. The day that I had the founder of the diaper company come back, I also had the lawyer and accountant friends there, so that we could talk it over fully and make certain that everything was above board.

He laughed, saying that he assumed I must be more than smart enough to enlist the help of such people, making a very powerful commercial as I did at my age. We went over all the details, and then, once we hammered them all out, he gave me a link to the website so that I can order all that I want, and I agreed to add in his company to the commercial and send it to him for final proof. Of course I agreed. He then asked me to be his main marketer and commercial generator, telling me what I'll earn for that, and I very happily agreed.

Because all that happened just after summer break had started, I wasn't able to ask my teacher about it, or tell him everything 'til the start of the new year, but, by then he knew, because my commercial had been played thousands of times on international television, and I'd even agreed to having it translated to more than twenty different languages as well. So, as soon as he saw me, he grinned, and said how proud of me he is, and then made me spill it. So, after that, school actually became pretty okay for me, because by then, every last kid and teacher in our school had seen my commercial on TV, and I was actually congratulated by numerous people. That was the year I finally got friends at school too, and it was nice. Of course I still haven't found myself the hot gay Baby Boyfriend I not only want, but desperately need.

So, now here I am, just barely fourteen years old, already just into grade eleven, but it's summer break, and life is good. I've made eighteen more commercials for the diaper company, and even several actual videos for their website, every last one of them were received and praised, and then posted without so much as one change request. The owner has been out to see me numerous times, and has attributed their success on my most spectacular advertising skills, because when he started, he'd been pretty small still, but, now he's selling to all over the world, and is doing spectacularly. He even opened a brand new manufacturing plant in Vancouver, not all that far from my house actually, and I got to go visit it, and it's amazing, but then, most of that was due to me in the first place. I still get all the diapers and accessories I could possibly want for free, but, every ad after the first one I've earned closer to a hundred thousand dollars. I also get one cent per view from online, and two cents per time it's shown on TV, and all over the world, my ads are played roughly two thousand times per day, so, that's like a hundred bucks a day from TV, and sometimes as much as two hundred per day from online, just in royalties. So, yeah, not too bad for a fourteen year old gay teen Baby Boy. I now officially have more money in my accounts and holdings than my Daddies do, and they say that's utterly amazing, because they too do very well for themselves, they're architects.

A couple years ago, from the gay diaper lover websites I belong to, I started seeing the ads for a gay diaper lovers resort, and I've always wanted to go there. Without having a boyfriend to go with, though, what's the point. Then they started advertising singles weeks, and I damn near booked for the first one, but I didn't have a passport, so, I asked my Daddies to help me get one, and why. They only laughed, and called me an overly horny gay Baby Boy, funny, but I totally took that as a compliment and nodded happily that I totally am.

I missed both the second and third singles weeks, because they booked up so fast, but, I'm now scheduled to go to their fourth. I was given a form to fill out, saying what all I want in a Baby Boyfriend, it was very thorough, so, hopefully it works out, and whomever they pair me with will be a good fit, though, to tell you the truth, with all the toys I have, and yes, I've happily bought all of them myself, and of course my Daddies know all about them, I assure you, no matter who they pair me with, he'll fit. I did request a Baby Boyfriend roughly the same age as me, but that I'm not too fussed about that, I just wanna finally be diaper fucked like I've dreamed of for too many years to actually remember now.

Of course I'm paying for everything myself, I assure you, I can easily and happily go as often as I want, I'm making really good money, but my Daddies laughed and said they'd happily pay it anyway. Daddies and I've taken a few trips here and there, but nowhere too far out of the country, and never by plane, so, this is actually my first ever flight. So far, the furthest and best trip was only a couple years ago when we did the cross Canada train trip, and that was real nice, but, neither of my Daddies like to fly, though they have, so, out of country trips weren't really for them.

They drive me to the airport, and just before we all hug goodbye, Dad says, “Just remember, we love you more than life itself, and we know exactly what it is that you wanna do there, but, remember one thing. A relationship built solely on sex will never last, yes, you can, will, and even should have sex while there, but do yourself a favour, make sure that it's not the only thing you do, okay Baby.”

“I love you both that much and more, and no worries. I desperately wanna have sex, but I want love more, though I wouldn't say no to getting my brains fucked out for no other reason than it just feels so good.”

“It can be a lot of fun, we assure you, but making love still feels at least twice as good.”

“I can't wait to find out the difference.”

“It's rather nice. Now, go have a good fucking time.”

“I sure hope so. See you in a week.”

“Love you.” We all say one more time before I go through the gate to the area where they're not allowed, and I make it through security and all that with no problem. Since all I have on me are my computer and my phone, both in my backpack with a few spare diapers, it was pretty fast, and even when the lady checked and saw the diapers, she said nothing and closed the bag and told me to have a nice flight, I was never patted down, and the only reason she opened the bag was because something showed up on the X-Ray, but was just a metal trim piece inside it.

Well, the flight was long, and kinda boring, but was good for the most part, though I slept for most of it, since I boarded my flight at just after midnight. Not gonna lie, glad I splurged and went first class, not like I can't afford it, because the seats in the next class down looked way smaller and less comfortable. I have my phone and my notebook computer with me, so, I was able to keep busy when I wasn't sleeping, because I didn't sleep all that long or well. I had to change my super soggy baby diaper when we landed, and then I have to hop on the bus to get to the nearest city to the resort, and since I kinda can't drive, I'd requested a shuttle, which they happily obliged.

“Good morning Baby, my name's Daddy Kevin, and I'll be your driver today. I'm also the owner of the resort, well, me and my Baby Boys that is. I made most of my stops before picking you up, but I ran out of time, so, would you mind terribly if I made two more stops before we head to the resort?”

“Wow, the owner of the resort's picking me up himself, nice.” I giggle.

“Yes, well, I hadta come into town to pick up supplies anyway, we don't really want too many of the supposedly normal people coming out to the resort, for probably pretty obvious reasons. Some days it's me, some days it's one of the other family, and most of our guests just rent a car, but clearly you couldn't. So, excited to be coming to the resort for our singles week?”

“Oh yeah. I've seen the ads for the resort for a while and always dreamed of coming, but, without a Baby Boyfriend to enjoy it with, what was the point, so, when I saw that you were doing the singles weeks to try and get lotsa gay Baby Boys together, I wanted to so bad, but I hadta get a passport first, so, missed the first one because of that, then the second and third ones just booked up too fast, and I wasn't able to, so, I watched and waited, and as soon as I saw you were booking another, I got in, which is awesome. I just hope that maybe, somehow, there's another gay Baby Boy diaper lover about my age there. While I have no problems going with a man, I just needta finally get fucked and filled as full as I've dreamed for far too long, it's really another hot gay Baby Boy my age I want more than anything, so that we can maybe learn everything together.”

“Well, unless I'm mistaken, the Baby Boy you're paired with is only thirteen, but I didn't see the entire list that Steven put together, so, no worries there. As for your concern about having a Baby Boy your age, I get that, but, my Baby Boyfriend was about the same age as you are now when we got together, and I assure you, we learned everything together, because I was a complete and total virgin before we got together.” Kevin laughs.

“Yikes, why?” I asked in awe. “Like, why would any adult not have sex, just doing it myself feels amazing, I can only assume doing it with someone else hasta be just that much better.”

“And it is, and so much more even, but, I was such a recluse, I hardly ever talked to anyone, and if they talked to me, I shied away.”

“Wow, you're totally not like that any more, what happened.”

“My son Red is mostly to blame for that, and then my other sons Calvin and Steven when I adopted them too helped, and then we moved down here, found everything that we could possibly dream of, and yeah, no longer a complete and total introvert who couldn't talk at all. I'm so free, you have no idea.”

“Wow. That's great, though. If all the reviews and pictures are to be believed, I can understand why you'd feel so free. I can't wait to get there, and if and when I get a Baby Boyfriend, you know I'll happily and willingly pay to come at least twice a year, maybe more.”

“You mean your parents didn't pay for this?” Kevin asks.

“No, my Dads offered to, but, I actually make almost as much money as they do together now, and they're both architects that make a very good living.”

“Good grief, you're what, maybe thirteen, what the hell do you do?”

“Fourteen, actually, and you've maybe seen some of my work. Do you happen to know a little diaper company by the name of Angels Wings Diapers?”

“Yeah, they're the ones I use at the resort almost solely now, they're certainly more expensive than most, but their regular thick also hold more than twice what the others' ultra thick's do, and they're so damned comfortable, especially once good and soggy like a good gay Baby Boy diaper lover deserves, but then their ultra thick is beyond description. Then they're also fully and completely biodegradable and Earth friendly, so that's a huge bonus.”

“Excellent, that's what I wear as well. Have you seen any of the marketing and/or commercials and whatnot?”

“A few, yes, but, to tell you the truth, I rarely watch TV, and I skip all ads online when I spend my maybe ten to twenty minutes a day on the computer, I actually kinda despise computers. Steven, our computer expert, has undoubtedly seen them all, though. Why?”

“Because, I'm the one that's been making them. The entire Stop the Stigma slogan and campaign is all me, it was a school project originally designed to try and help lessen the bullying at school that kinda exploded into the rest. I do all the work of their entire marketing department, myself, and last month when me and the owner of the company were meeting, he told me that my work has absolutely caused their sales to soar.”

“Wow, that's spectacular.” Kevin says.

“Tell me about it, I got a hundred thousand for my last ad campaign, and I make anywhere from two to three hundred per day from royalties from all the views, and then, if that weren't enough, I also get all my diapers and supplies for absolutely free. Not bad for a fourteen year old gay Baby Boy diaper lover, huh.” I say happily.

“That's an understatement. Steven does well with our advertising, and really, we don't actually wanna advertise all that much, especially in mainstream media, for pretty obvious reasons, but I wish we could, but then we're already more than busy enough, so, there's really no need.”

“I bet. When you first started advertising the resort, I wanted to come so bad, but I was only ten then, and I didn't wanna ask my Daddies to pay for that, but also, no Baby Boyfriend to bring along.”

“We've had a shocking amount of boys that young, and a few that are younger, mostly they come with their Daddies, but they also bring Baby Boyfriends of their own as well.”

“Yeah, and I bet none of the Baby Boys and their Diapered Daddies were Baby Boyfriends as well.”

“Nope, not a single one.” Kevin grins brightly.

“Good, because that would be so wrong.” I said as sarcastically as I possibly could, because, trust me, I have no issues with that, and even still, wouldn't complain about getting a nice large diapered man dick buried deep inside me. Besides, I did kinda ask my Daddies to fuck me when I was eight, so, like I'd have anything bad to say about others enjoying that.

“Exactly. Now, because you're one of the first to arrive, as soon as we get there, and once you're stripped down to just your soggy baby diaper, we'll show you your cabin, and then I wanna take you right to the doctors to get your tests out of the way.”

“Oh, what tests?”

“Didn't you read the entirety of the agreement?” Kevin laughs. “No one actually does.”

“I skimmed through it.” I said bashfully.

“No worries. One of the stipulations for the singles retreat is that all guests are checked for any and all diseases. It's not implicitly stated that it's so that sex can be unprotected, but, let's face it, everyone knows that's the exact reason why.”

“Oh, well, I've never even had sex of any sort, so, I'll be clean.”

“That, sadly, is irrelevant, you should know by now that there's more than one way to catch a disease that can be passed along to another. Just something so simple as helping a friend with a bloody nose, or drinking something from an infected cup could harm too many people, when a few simple tests can ensure that absolutely nothing can be passed along without knowing it. They're mandatory, otherwise you're not actually allowed to stay.”

“You do have a point there, and I'd do it anyway, because, you're right, you can just never know I suppose.”

“Exactly. Now, here's my next stop, you're welcome to come in with me if you'd like, or just wait here. This is the store I buy all our diapers at.”

“Then I'm totally coming in.” I say happily.

“I thought you might, and why I left this stop 'til one of my last, in case I ran out of time, I figured a gay Baby Boy would absolutely not mind coming diaper shopping. Granted, all I haveta do is pick it up, I called in the order yesterday when I knew when I was coming to get you.”

We head inside, and as soon as the store owner sees me, he gets a look on his face like he recognizes me, I get that a lot, and then he grins, then says something, but it's in Spanish, so, sadly I don't understand him. Then Kevin says something to him, and he nods and repeats himself. “Hey, I know you, you're the Stop the Stigma Boy. Wow, your ads have totally increased my business, even here. I now sell more of the diapers you advertise for than I do of absolutely everything else, damn near combined.”

“Thanks, it's nice to meet a fan of my work.” I say happily.

“A fan, no, I'm totally a groupie.” He grins brightly. “I totally follow all your work, and I have your ads and videos playing in a loop in my now even larger diaper section.”

“Wow, that's great.”

“I take it that since you're with Kevin, that you're a guest to this weeks singles week. I wouldn't think a stunningly beautiful young gay Baby Boy such as you, and as famous as you are in our crowd, would still be without a Baby Boyfriend of your own.”

“Sadly, yes, it's true, everyone knows, both that I'm fully gay and that I need my glorious baby diapers, but, so far I haven't managed to find another like me. Oh sure, I'm sure that there are dozens, maybe even hundreds in Vancouver where I live, I've just never met any of them, and since for safety reasons, most don't get to know where I live, that's likely the reason why.”

“Too bad, you definitely deserve someone who's just like you, who'll treat you right and give you all that a gorgeous gay Baby Boy diaper lover deserves.”

“Thanks. I trust you've been a guest to the resort?”

“Several times now, it's the most free and amazing place you can possibly imagine. Even then, I'm sure that the reality of the place will exceed everything you could've possibly dreamed up.”

“Then I can't wait.”

“Good. Kevin, I have your order all ready to go, I'll just send you the bill as usual.”

“Thanks, much appreciated.”

I happily help them to load everything up, and then we say goodbye and head out. There's only one more stop before Kevin says it's time to head to the resort, and it was pretty quick as well.

It's a pretty long drive from town to the resort, but it's so beautiful and Kevin and I talked lots, though he refused to tell me anything more about the resort than I'll already know, says he wants for it to be a wonderful surprise. When we arrive, we pull up in front of the massive main house, and get out.

“Okay Baby, from this point on, there's absolutely no clothes allowed, and if for some reason you feel the need to be dressed, only appropriate baby clothes or jammies are acceptable. Another rule, that's clearly posted nowhere, is that the only place that sex is allowed to happen, though of course it simply never happens here at all, is in your own private cabin. There are dozens of diaper change stations all over, and we have a Mommy and Daddy who loveta change super soggy and/or stinky baby bums, so, you're welcome to visit them should you so desire.” Kevin says, leading the stripping, but I very happily and quickly follow suit. All I'm wearing is a pair of jean shorts, a diaper shirt, and a tee shirt, so it's as fast for me to strip as it clearly is for him, because he'd been wearing much the same, only different shorts.

“Very nice.” We both say as one.

“Thanks.” We both say together again.

“You're the first other person I've actually gotten to see in real life that was diapered, so, nice.”

“Too bad, but here you'll get to witness lots more. We have fifty Baby Guests this week, and then all the Baby Family here, which is getting to be damn near as many, so, there's plenty to see. I guarantee that that nice hot hard gay teen baby bone you have going there won't be going down any time soon. Most don't for their entire first day here.” Kevin laughs.

I look down and sure enough, I'm pushing out a very nice lump in my nice soggy baby diaper. “Oops, would you look at that. Seems I like what I see.” I giggle.

“Good. Here that's not only acceptable behaviour, but celebrated, so happily and proudly wear your baby bone just as you are now, all appreciate the sights here.”

“Nice. That's the good thing about having two Daddies, getting boned up was never a shameful thing in our house either. If I was too hard, they'd have no issues telling me that it looks like I needta go to my bedroom for a little private time.”

“Nice. Wish I coulda grown up like that, but, I guess you can't change the past, only the future.”

“Very true, and I hope my future will finally have a hot gay Baby Boyfriend in it.”

“I think that you'll be happy with how everything turns out, even if whomever you're paired with this week doesn't turn out, it'll eventually happen.” Kevin says warmly to me.

“Yeah, I know, but I'm sick of waiting, hence being here this week, to try and maybe speed up the process.”

“Good. Well, let me lead you to your cabin. You chose one with a crib, so, you're in cabin number seven down by the river. I'm not sure when the Baby you were paired with is scheduled to get here, but I think that Daddy Terry's heading into town in just a few hours to pick him and two other Baby Guests up, so, he should be here shortly after lunch.”

“Awesome.”

He leads the way, and so far there's not many people around, but the few that I saw are all in just gloriously thick baby diapers and not much else. A couple are wearing cloth, the rest are wearing the diapers I now advertise for, and a few are wearing very cute baby clothes. I can't help but to swivel my head and look at everything as we go, the entire place is amazing. As we walk, though, Kevin tells me of all the hidden dangers in the area, and what to watch out for. I can't wait to see the monkeys and whatnot, but, as we pass the playground, I can't help but to giggle, when seven monkeys are actually playing on the monkey bars. I snorted and said that's fitting isn't it, and Kevin laughs and says everyone likes that.

“Now, here's your cabin Baby. Feel free to put away all your things. Oh, wait, you brought absolutely nothing, your backpack looked positively empty when you put your clothes in it. I have no idea why no one ever brings anything.” He giggles like a little boy.

“Because why the hell would we.” I laugh.

“Good. Here's your name tag, everyone wears one. The soother on it's for either decoration or use, whichever you prefer, and you get to keep it as a souvenir of your visit. I understand that it was likely a long overnight flight, and I doubt you slept much on the plane, so, should Baby desire a nap, now might be a good time to do so, before everyone else arrives.”

“Oh hell no, there's time enough to sleep when I'm dead, right now I plan to tour the entire place and check absolutely everything out.”

“Yeah, no one ever takes a nap when they get here, no matter how long the flights are.” Kevin laughs again.

“I may be a Baby Boy for life, but I don't take naps, well, usually.”

“Here's a map of everything, so that should you wish to find something faster and easier, you can, or feel free to just wander around and check everything out.”

“Thanks, I'll totally do that.”

“Excellent, well, I have lotsta do Baby, so, I'll see you later. When you hear the baby wail over the PA, that means it's lunch time, so, join everyone in the dining hall for lunch.”

“Excellent, will do, thanks. Actually, I never got breakfast, any chance I can go there and get something now?”

“Oh, yes, of course, I shoulda thought of that, sorry. Absolutely, head there now, there's likely lots left in the serving station to enjoy. If there's not, then ask one of the Baby Chefs, I assure you, they'll be happy to help a Baby out.”

“Excellent, thanks.” I said, and then looked at the map quickly to see where the dining hall is, so that I can at least get there faster. Kevin said he'd take me there instead.

Kevin leads the way, and again I'm looking all around to see all that I can see. When we get to the dining hall, Kevin all of a sudden remembers that he was going to take me to the doctors, but says to eat first, and then he'll be back in about fifteen minutes to take me there. I agree to that, grab a plate, they're really cute and babyish, then start opening up the lids to see what all is in there, and I find way more than I need, and fill up a plate. When I found the utensils, I can only giggle to find that they're all very babyish as well, and I chose a fork with an airplane on the end of it. I sat down and enjoyed the food, and wow is it ever good. If the food is this good all the time, I'm totally gonna finally put on some weight. Granted, if the Baby I'm paired with works out well, I'm totally planning on losing so much weight from having so much sex it's not even funny.

Kevin was back only a minute after I finish eating, and tells me to go ahead and put my dirty dishes in the rack by the kitchen.

“Did you have a drink with breakfast Baby?” He asks, because he didn't see any cups with my dishes.

“No, didn't see anything, so, never thought of it. Found the food first, and totally had too much, but it was really good.”

“Drink station's over here.” Kevin laughs, pointing. “No pop, at all, no alcohol, ever, lotsa tea, coffee, fresh fruit juice, and water. Baby bottles or sippy cups are mandatory inside all buildings, but if you're outside, then a big boy cup is acceptable, I suppose, if you haveta, not that I think we even have any left. You're probably thirsty, so, go ahead and grab yourself a nice big drink.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I went to the drink station, looked at the tea that they have, and chose one I like in a nice baby printed thermal mug, it says resort property on it, and then a baby bottle, that also says resort property, with fruit juice blend, and a sippy cup of just water, that I drank right away as I'm waiting for my tea to be ready. As soon as I'm ready to go, Kevin leads the way to the doctors office.

“Good morning Yanni, how are you today?” Kevin asks when we walk in.

“Excellent, thanks. Looking forward to a nice busy day. Trent just left to go get supplies, but Steven's got him picking up a few guests while he's in town as well. I take it this is my first victim, and such a sexy little gay Baby Boy you are too. And I recognize you.....Oh, that's right, you're the Stop the Stigma Baby Boy, fuck, you're good kid.”

“Thanks.” I grin. It's always nice to meet people who like my work, and I bet I'm gonna meet a lot this week.

“Yeah, probably nearly every person here will likely know who you are.”

“Yeah, more than likely, and likely congratulated a lot.” I laugh.

“And be offered a lot too, but, before that, we needta get you all tested and cleared.”

“Oh god, that made me even harder.” I groan, both big gay Baby Men laugh at me.

“Well Yanni, have a good day, I'll see you at lunch I'm sure. Bennett, enjoy your stay, and if you end up getting friction burn, even with the fifty five gallon drum of lube that was put in your cabin, come see the doctors.”

“Mmmm, fifty five gallons might not be enough, better roll up another barrel for me, please.” I giggle.

“Right. Will do.” Kevin laughs, and waves as he walks out.

“Okay you, diaper off so that I can get some baby peepee from it, since that's clearly the only way we collect it here, and then I'll give you a quick checkup to make sure everything's in order, then I'll diaper you back up like you not only clearly need, but absolutely, positively deserve. By the way, those are some pretty wicked scars, care to tell me about them?”

“Okay, sounds good, but I'm a good Baby Boy, and as such, I never take my own baby diaper off myself if there's someone more than happy to remove it for me.”

“Gotcha.” He says, and comes forth and removes my baby diaper.

“Well, you don't look like you're much older than twelve, but the size of not only your very nice little gay baby bone, and those sexy baby balls of yours, as well the amount of precum dripping, says that you might just be older than that.”

“Just turned fourteen. As for the scars.” I say, then tell him the quick version.

“Yikes. Glad you survived. So, how much do you cum?”

“Little better than a tablespoon or so over three baby boygasms I guess, never actually measured it, but might be fun to do so, then get my baby medicine afterwards, or, even better yet, feed my special medicine to another special Baby Boy, while I'm taking his special medicine.”

“Nice, and more than a little naughty too, I like that in a gay Baby Boy.” He laughs. “I just need one load please. So, into this cup if you would.”

“Shouldn't you give me a little privacy.” I giggle.

“Yeah, right. I bet you're a right little exhibitionist, and would happily show off in front of virtually anyone, wouldn't you.”

“Oh god, yeah.” I sat, as I start jacking, and three, maybe four seconds is all it takes for me to fill the little cup damn near half full.

“Fuck, that was impressive. How many days have you been holding off.” Yanni asks as soon as I come down enough to comprehend what he'd just asked.

“A full week. When I saw a sexy boy in the airport last night bend over and show off his spectacular ass in tight cotton shorts, I damn near came and flooded my baby diaper right then and there. And now today, seeing so many others in sexy thick baby diapers has been near on as bad.”

“I bet. So, ejaculate production, shockingly high. It's nice and thick and milky, and I bet it tastes divine, but, sadly, that's just not something I can do, this job is already hard enough as it is sometimes.” He says, while cupping his sexy soggy diapered hardness.

“Fuck, I bet.”

He then squeezes as much sweet gay baby boy pee from my diaper as he can into another cup, then smells my baby diaper as well. “Good scent, a little sweetness, not too pungent, and doesn't smell musty or musky, which could signify problems.”

“And I just bet you hate that test every bit as much as I hate doing so two to three times per day.”

“Mmmhmm. I also take you for the type who likesta suck a little from them as well?”

“If by a little, do you mean have I ever sucked my soggy baby diaper enough to put it back on and wet it again for another hour or two?”

“Along those lines, yes?” He grins brightly.

“Oh hell yeah, and one of the things I'd so loveta try with my Baby Boyfriend is to suck each others baby diapers dry, then put each others baby diapers back onto the other Baby Boy.”

“Nice. Me and my Baby Husband love doing that to each other as well. Now, for the cheek swab, so, open up please?” He asks, and then quickly swabs the inside of my cheek.

Next he has me lay on the table, and asks if I've ever had a prostate exam before, and I say by someone other than myself, no, he grins. He then goes about doing so, really rubbing it hard, which makes me grunt and warn him that he's about to make me cum again, so he stops, and says very sensitive and active prostate. Then checks my balls thoroughly, ensuring that there's no lumps anywhere, but Dads always taught me how to check not only my balls, but also my prostate for that sort of thing, but he damn near makes me cum again. As soon as that's done, he puts me back into a fresh baby diaper with a doubler, ensuring that he lotions and powders me up good and proper.

Next he starts checking pretty near everything else, my eyes, ears, nose, throat, he checks all my glands to make sure that they're not painful or oversized, and he even checks my reflexes. Finally he gets out the things to draw some blood. When he asks me if I faint at the sight of blood, I laugh and say no, so, he does so, and I watch as he does so, and he's definitely the most gentle that's ever drawn blood from me, and I've hadta have lotsa blood tests, and I told him. He asks why that is, and I tell him that because I have absolutely no bladder control, that I occasionally get bladder infections if I'm not careful to flush it out often enough, so, I've hadta have tests in the past to ensure that I'm not getting any infections in my blood or anything stupid like that. I'm getting better at that now, it's not so bad as when I was a kid and always hadta be reminded to drink lots and to flush everything out at least once a week, so it's been a couple years since I hadta worry about that now.

“Okay, and with that, you're done. So, hopefully by dinner time I'll have your results back to you, if not sooner. Remember, though, should you have any sex of any sort before you get your test results, you must wear protection. Don't shit your bed on this, if you do, and you cause either yourself or someone else to get sick, you'll never be allowed back. We cannot stress that enough.”

“Okay, I agree.”

“Thanks. Once you're cleared, and as long as your partner has also been cleared, and you must visually verify that he has, same as he hasta for you, then you may go unprotected should you so desire, though we're still supposed to say use protection at all times.”

“Okay, thanks, and protection would be fine, except I wanna be filled as fully as my partner cares to fill me.”

“Yeah, I know, I'm the same.” He grins brightly.

“Awesome, best fucking resort ever.” I say brightly.

“Tell me about it, and best job ever.”

“I bet. If it weren't for my Daddies, I'd wanna move here and work here as well.”

“They're not diaper lovers I take it?”

“Nope, furries, but they love me for who and what I am without reservation at all.”

“Good, and so they should. I'm happy for you. Too many of our family here are here because their families couldn't love them for who and what they are. I assure you, every last one of them were punished accordingly.”

“Good, and so they should be.”

“And with that, Baby, you're free to go and enjoy our home the way it's meant to be enjoyed. Go have as much free gay baby fun as you can possibly have.”

“Thanks.” I say happily, and then head out.

I wander around for a bit, just checking everything out, and the place truly is amazing. Everyone I see says hello so happily, and they're just all so fucking sexy. Then a boy only a little older than me comes up to me.

“Hi there Baby Bennett, my name's Steven, I'm a big fan of your work.”

“And I'm a big fan of yours as well. Kevin told me that you're the one who does all your advertising, website work, and whatnot. You've done a great job with it.”

“Thanks. Sorry about not letting you in the last time you tried to book, I gave you a message saying we were booked, even though we still had something like eight or nine openings, and I would've this time too, only, another boy in around your age booked as well who's much like you, and your tastes match.”

“Oh, well, I totally wanted to come anyway, but if you did it for that reason, then thanks.”

“I figured that you probably wouldn't have had any issues with an older teen Baby Boy or a Baby Man, but you specified within a year or two of yourself, plus or minus, didn't matter. I hand picked the boy for you, I knew who you were the first time you tried to book a spot, so I've been watching and waiting, because a gorgeous and talented gay Baby Boy like you deserves an equally special Baby Boyfriend.” Steven says happily.

“Thanks, but you're gorgeous as well.”

“Thanks. So, any questions so far?”

“No, just wandering around mostly, just checking everything out. This place is spectacular.”

“Thanks, we've enjoyed building this for everyone to enjoy. The reason I wanted to come and talk to you, other than to say I'm a fan, is would you allow us to show your commercials and PSA videos on our screens here?”

“Absolutely. You didn't really even haveta ask, I'd happily allow it.”

“I know, considering most of them show on TV, I didn't think we'd have too much issue, but, I always prefer to ask first. Granted, technically they belong to the Diaper Company I suppose, so I hope you're allowed to give permission.”

“Part of my contract says that I still keep all intellectual product control over them, and allow the Diaper Company to use them. My lawyer and accountant pretty much made the president of the company agree to that, said it's non negotiable, this way they can never try and use my products without my express permission, and if they ever decide that they no longer need my services, then all that belongs to me, the only stipulation is, I wouldn't be allowed to show it with their branding. We're all super happy with the arrangement, though, and I make a fuck tonne of money from it, but, I promise, they've made lots more because of it.”

“Yeah, our lawyer and accountant are very strict on certain things as well, but they're damn good, so, we listen, and they make us fuck tonnes of money and help us out mega diaper loads as well.” Steven grins.

“Awesome. So, tell me about yourself?” I ask.

“Let's go sit on the swings and we'll tell each other.”

“Okay.”

As soon as we sit down and start swinging gently, so that we can still talk, Steven tells me how his father had been really rather well off, but that he most certainly wasn't himself, how he was a full on bed and pants wetter, how his father beat him for that, repeatedly, and how ashamed he was to have produced such a defective piece of shit. Then he told me that he'd met his Baby Boyfriend, Red, at a fair and how he'd pretty near accidentally jacked off while spying on a really cute little boy, but that Red had witnessed the entire thing, they went and talked and Red made him admit everything, then they ended up sucking each other in the truck while changing each other. Then how he ended up moving in with Kevin and Red, and then how they came to move down south to start the worlds best, well, really only gay baby diaper lovers resort, and how happy they all are because of it.

I then tell him my basic story, and he says he likes my Dads without ever even meeting them, I tell him they're great.

“So, I take it you wanna continue marketing then?” Steven asks after we finish telling each other about ourselves.

“Yeah, for sure. I already do very well for myself, I could probably retire by the time I'm twenty and live a very comfortable life, but I won't. Honestly, I hardly haveta do any real work, it's more fun than anything to tell the truth.”

“Yeah, know how you feel, everything I do here, for our website and all our computer and printing work, and even running the store, to me that's just fun, that it helps out the entire resort and family, and makes us fuck tonnes of money is just a massive bonus.”

“Awesome. I'll totally be coming two to three times a year from now on, unless I don't find a Baby Boyfriend, because I think this place is best shared.”

“Very true, and from now on, you'll get the friends rate, which is half off for one week.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“No, thank you. With your companies diapers becoming so popular, and so fucking good, the cost has actually come down so that we can afford to use the very best baby diapers and not have to charge extra.”

“That's good.”

“It's great, actually. Wanna come see my store, where everyone puts all their items for sale, and where I do all my work from?”

“Sure.”

So Steven leads me to the store, and wow is it impressive. I look around for a few minutes before even saying anything.

“Fuck, look at all this, this is amazing.”

“Have you never looked at our website, everything in here is for sale there?”

“Actually, to tell you the truth, I kinda despise using the internet. I also don't agree with, so therefore refuse to use or even look at online stores, if I want something, I go to the store to buy it. The only thing I order in, and only because I get it for free, are all my diaper supplies. In fact, about the only thing I do on my computer at all is video editing and whatnot.” I had to admit.

“I get that, but, in the case of virtually everything here, there's little to no chance that you'd find anything like what we have in any store.”

“Yeah, I kinda see that now, and so, I might just haveta make an exception from now on. You sell and ship full size adult baby change tables, cribs, and beds with rails even?”

“Yeah, it's expensive to ship, yet you'd be surprised just how many we've shipped to all over the world now. I average something like twenty five hundred dollars per week in shipping fees, and that's just for shipping stuff out, then all that we order in costs us a few hundred, but we try and get free shipping as often as is possible by buying bulk as much as is possible, and we often do so very easily here.” Steven laughs.

“Fuck, that's a lot.”

“Yes, well, my little store here sells a lot. Our Sewing Babies make huge amounts, so does Red, our resident wood worker, the metal working Babies make quite a bit as well, our Baby Artists sell a lot, oh, and our special big baby formula, I ship something like twenty a week to all over the world, on average, but virtually every guest leaves with at least two or three as well.”

“Big baby formula?”

“Oh yeah. Here, let me mix us each up a baby bottle of it. I trust you have no problems drinking from a baby bottle.”

“Oh hell no, and I plan to buy a few, I love the selection you have. I'm also totally buying some of the dishes and cutlery, and so fucking much awesome baby clothes. I'm totally gonna spend a lot.” I say happily.

“Great. Gimme a minute.”

True to his word, Steven was back only a minute later with two baby bottles filled up. He passes one to me, and I happily slip the nipple in my mouth and start sucking, and wow, it's delicious. I greedily sucked the entire bottle dry in just a minute or two. Steven does likewise.

“Wow, that's delicious. How many per case, and how much does each one make?”

“One can makes four litres of mix, so, lots, and there are six cans per case.”

“I might just haveta place a large order and have everything shipped home instead, there's no way I could take everything I see that I want on the plane anyway.”

“More than half do just that, and we make it as easy on you as we can.” Steven laughs.

“Mind if I start picking things right now?”

“Not at all, just pile everything you want on the counter. If you needta try anything on, you're in the change room, so happily do so. If you need help with anything, just ask.”

“Awesome.” I said and go and start picking out everything I want.

I'll have to go back to my cabin later to grab my bank card, fortunately we ensured that it's good for international purchases, and I pre warned my bank that I was going to Costa Rica and that I'd be spending a fair bit of money, so, I shouldn't have any issues whatsoever. I decided to grab two full cases of the big baby formula, four baby bottles that Steven says he'll print exactly how I want them and have them ready by the time I leave, two sippy cups that are already printed that I really like, four really cute plates, three different sets of utensils, a new thermal mug that Steven is also gonna print for me, two plain white diaper shirts that I've already requested what they say, but a dozen more that are already done that I love. I grabbed a really cute baby romper that looks like a tuxedo, my Dads will adore that I'm betting, and another really cute baby printed romper as well. I grab four pairs of adorable baby jammies, and half a dozen super cute diaper covers, I chose the ones that are waterproof to prevent leaks, because, hey, leaks happen. I even grab myself a waterproof bed mat. I grab two really awesome wall mural decals to put on my bedroom wall, and then a very nice painting by the on staff Baby Artists. I hummed and hawed on that one, a print or the original, but, in the end, I'll happily pay the five thousand for the original, it's possibly one of the nicest paintings I've ever seen. Then, if that weren't enough, I even choose a matching big Baby Boy bed with safety rails and a baby diaper change table in one of the local beautiful hardwoods that they mill up onsite. I must have toured the store four times, adding more and more to the counter as I went, until I have one hell of a stack of goodies. With shipping, I'm willing to bet I'm gonna hit real close to twenty thousand dollars.

“Finally done?” Steven laughs when I finally stop at the counter.

“At least for now. If you'd calculate all this, I'll head back to my cabin and grab my phone, computer, and wallet, I told the bank that I was coming here, and that I planned to spend lotsa money, but, I have a sneaking suspicion that they're gonna deny it because it's such a massive purchase, and probably the most I've ever spent at one shot was like five hundred, well, in a store I suppose, because I've spent fuck tonnes more in other ways.”

“We get that a lot, so, wise to grab the other stuff.”

I run happily back to my cabin, grab what I need, and then back to the store. By the time I make it, Steven says he has everything all calculated, and with discount and shipping, it's just about fifteen thousand, so, that's really good for all that I'm getting. As I feared, it was declined when I first tried, so, I logged into my bank account, to try and do it from there first, so that I don't haveta try and call the bank, and I was able to agree to the charge, and when Steven put it through again, it went through.

“Wow, I so can't wait 'til all this arrives at home. Would you like help boxing it all up?”

“I bet, but, no, no worries. If I'm not mistaken, that's your room mate pulling in now. Granted, he needsta go to his doctors appointment first, so, I'm willing to bet Terry's taking him right there anyway, and as I understand it, you enjoyed your doctors appointment this morning, and so you should, so, you'll probably wanna be in your cabin in about half an hour to greet him, and see if my feelings about the two of you are accurate.”

“Oh fuck, I just went even harder than I was before, again.”

“I bet, and it looks good.” He says after looking down and checking me out.

“Thanks. You'd look equally as good with a nice soggy diapered bone showing.”

“Thanks. Why not head back to your cabin now and wait for your room mate.”

“Thanks, I will. I'll definitely talk to you later.” I say happily, and skip merrily to my cabin.