Chapter 2

Not gonna lie, the wait for my room mate to make it to our cabin was way too fucking long. When finally he does walk in, wow, he's fucking hot. From the way he stumbles as he sees me says that maybe he thinks the same of me. I've had a lot of people tell me that I'm very good looking, pretty even, and not just my Dads, but it's still hard to get used to the looks. Everywhere I go, though, I get them.

My room mate is probably the same height as I am, maybe even a touch taller, he has bright blond hair with large ringlet curls in it, it looks really sexy, he has bright blue eyes, really cute nose, lips, and ears that fit him well, and his lips too are a very nice red colour. He may be as tall as I am, but he probably weighs a good ten kilos less than me though, because he looks way too skinny.

“Wow, you're hot.” We both groan at the same time.

“Thanks.” We say together again.

“I'm Bennett, I'm fourteen, I'm a gay teen baby boy diaper lover, and I'm a virgin, but I don't wanna be.”

“I'm Quin, I'm a thirteen year old gay teen Baby Boy diaper loving virgin, and I totally don't wanna be a virgin anymore either.”

“The doctor says we're absolutely not allowed to have unprotected sex 'til we're cleared, and we really should get to know each other better first before we both lose our virginity. If we were both seasoned sluts, and we were just hooking up, then it wouldn't matter, but, I don't really want that for my first time.” I admit.

“As nice as it sounds to lose my virginity in a twelve hour long sexual marathon that'd leave us both dead, I do haveta agree as well. So, tell me about yourself?”

I give to him my basic story, and Quin laughs and says that's why you looked so familiar, as I tell him about the commercials, but says that he rarely watches TV and never looks at ads online, and he admits that he wishes he had amazing parents like I do. He cringes when he hears about my accident, and more so when I let him really look at all my scars, for there are several.

“So, tell me about yourself now?” I ask when I finish telling him my entire story.

“Well, my parents are ultra rich, but I'm nothing but a horrible disgrace. I'm a full time bed wetter and part time pants wetter. How shameful can that be, right. The only thing I'm ashamed of is them. They've sent me to seven or eight different specialists to try and fix the problem, but they all say the same thing, that they refuse to do a brain operation in an area of the brain that has a far better chance of killing me than it has of fixing what amounts to an inconsequential non life threatening issue, and that catheters or diapers really are the only option.

“As it turns out, though, long term catheter usage is also a no no for me, I get wicked bladder infections from them, yet a boy in the hospital with me a year or so ago says he has a catheter pretty much all day, every day and has never had even one. I got them so bad, though, that the pain was unbearable at times, so, I point blank refused to do so any more, boy did my parents berate me for that, saying it's better to be in pain than to be a horrific shame to my entire family. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've almost called the cops on them, but, better them than foster care, where I'd be unlikely to get any diapers at all.

“I pretty much haveta wear diapers twenty four seven now, though, because it's gotten so bad that most days I have no idea when I needta pee any more, not that that strictly bothers me. I have my own money now, though, so that makes it way easier on me, my grandparents left it to me when they died, since my parents clearly didn't need it. Boy did that piss them off, they still wanted it, even though they really didn't need it at all. They're not allowed to touch one single penny of it, though, and I even have my own lawyer that helps me, as well as a financial advisor to help me manage it all.

“Of course I hadta pay to come here myself, but clearly I lied to my parents about what this place is, they just think it's a summer retreat for mentally and physically handicapped kids, I even made up a really good passable brochure for them and everything, but creating something like that's easy for me to do, considering what I liketa do. They have no idea how much this is costing me, and they refused to pay a cent for it, but, like I said, I don't want or need their blood money, money that they didn't work for and don't deserve at all. I at least do shit to keep my money working for me, and I even do computer artwork for a few different ad agencies now, I love doing digital art.”

“Wicked, I should get you in touch with the owner of the Diaper Company then, he was looking for someone like you, and that you're a gay Baby Boy diaper lover will make you perfect in his eyes, because so's he.”

“I'd really like that. So, yeah, anyway, my mother yelled at me, and I finally had enough and said, you know what, shut the fuck up. I'm so fucking sick of all your horrific mental abuse. What would all your rich friends think if I were to tell them all how you treat me, your son, for a disability. I assure you, they'd dump you a like a pail of my week old smelly diapers. My father hissed out, saying, you wouldn't dare, they'd never find your useless body. I laughed and said, really, now you're threatening to kill me. I already knew you were stupid, but I had no idea you were that stupid. If you even try anything of the sort, I'll ensure that I take enough of you with me for them to know without a shadow of doubt that you're the one or ones to have done it. Care to try me. I may be a little Baby Boy, but, I work out every fucking day, and am getting very strong, you're both fat, ugly, and have never worked out a day in your useless leech like money sucking lives.

“My mother tried to slap me, and so, I caught her hand, gripped her wrist so tight I made her squeal, and said, don't try that again, or I go to all your friends. That was yesterday. If possible, I never wanna go back, and if I do, there are gonna be some serious changes.”

“Do they know you're gay too?”

“Oh, I think they suspect, and probably truly know too, but I've never said so, but they've always hinted that I'm probably a little fairy fucking faggot too. God I hate that word. I would liketa go back, stare them right in the eyes, and tell them that I'm a gay Baby Boy diaper lover and that I have a hot gay diaper loving Baby Boyfriend, though, and see it crush them. If possible, I will have a video camera of some sort capturing it, and then the aftermath of it, and then I absolutely plan to send it to every one of their friends. They abused me horribly, and I plan to ensure that payback is a very costly bitch. I plan to crush them like they attempted to crush me.”

“Awesome, if you need help, I'd be happy to help in any way I can. So, where are you from, I'm from Vancouver, Canada?”

“Toronto for me. So, kinda a little ways apart.” He laughs.

“Just a tiny bit. So, clearly you're gay, and you say you're a virgin too, but I assume you've got some sort of toy that you enjoy playing with?”

“No, sadly no toys for me, couldn't risk them finding that sorta thing in their weekly searches of my room, because they do so every week to make sure I've got nothing illegal. Not sure why they'd think I would, but, meh, whatever. No, I just use my fingers, and I usually use three, but sometimes four when I wanna feel a little extra. How about you?”

“Oh, I've got toys, lotsa them in fact, and my Dads helped me to pick out my first ones.”

“Wow, must be nice.”

“Yeah, it really is. The kids at school used to try and tease me for having two Dads, but, like I said, at least they love me, and I'm never afraid to tell them any secrets, because they understand better than anyone. Of course I haveta wear baby diapers, but, even if I could go peepee on the potty, I wouldn't, I love my baby diapers way more than I just simply need them, and they've known that since I was five and accepted it fully.”

“Yeah, I'm the same, even if I could, I sure as fuck wouldn't.”

“Awesome. So, what else are you into?”

“Not sports, that's for damned sure. I love computers and art, I do amazingly in school and am already in grade nine, and the only course I actually don't do great in is social studies, I just can't seem to memorize dates. Other than pooping in my diapers, I'm really a full on gay teen Baby Boy, and I love that we get a big baby crib here. I'd love to get big baby clothes, bottles, soothers, jammies, all of it. How about you?”

“Pretty near exactly the same, other than computers really, like I told you. I also do excellent in school, and just started grade eleven before summer started, and I hope to start grade twelve by spring break. I love swimming and working out with my Dads, and we do have a pool and a great workout area. We also go hiking five to ten times every summer, and I love that too. As for being a teen Baby Boy, we're the same there, and while I have poopied my baby diapers when I simply couldn't make it, I truly prefer not doing so in my baby diapers. We'll haveta go check out the store later, I've already been and spent way too fucking much money, but, you just gotta check it all out, it's so amazing.”

“Awesome, and for sure I wanna check it out. Not that I can really buy anything, I can't risk my parents finding anything. Why, how much did you spend?”

“Just about fifteen thousand, Canadian, but it's gonna be so fucking awesome, and they're shipping it all home for me. I even bought a big baby bed and change table, I almost went with a crib, but decided the bed with rails makes more sense, and it looks just about the same as the crib anyway, just with shorter rails, so that I don't haveta climb over it.”

“Fuck, that is a lot. Totally wish I could spend that much and not haveta worry. I mean, I could very easily spend that much and not haveta worry about it at all, but I simply can't because of my sperm donor and birth device. My financial advisor has also been teaching me that and I've been the one to mostly manage my own money for the past couple years now from his help. I could come here for vacation three to four times a year and not haveta worry about it, just from what I'm earning now, I actually have a shocking amount of money already, but with what me and my accountant have done with it, we've damn near doubled what I started with.”

“Awesome, I might just haveta get you to teach me that as well. If we work out as well as I have a feeling we will, I'm totally asking you to come live with us.”

“Yeah, I have a really good feeling about us as well.” He smiles brilliantly.

“Well, 'til we're cleared by the doctor, we can't have unprotected sex, and considering I desperately wanna be piss fucked, if we're gonna do it, I want my first time to absolutely include that, so, let's go look around. This place is fucking amazing, though. I haven't even come close to seeing all of it, mind you, and I doubt you've really seen anything.”

“No, I haven't really seen much yet. I'd like to be piss fucked too, by the way, a lot, but, well, neither of us can hold our pee.”

“I know, but I'm willing to bet that you're much like me in that if you're too hard, for too long, you don't pee, and once you've cum a time or two, you do pee.”

“Oh yeah, that came as a wee wee bit of a shock when I learned that when I was eight.” Quin giggles cutely.

“Yeah, same.” I giggle as well.

I remembered about Quin's name tag just as we're about to leave, and I remember it's where mine had been when I entered, so, I grab it for him and put it around his neck. When he pops in his baby soother and grins around it, I decide that that looks like a mighty fine idea, and do likewise. I take Quin to the store first, so that he can check it out, and Steven grins and waves at me, and I give him a thumbs up back, which causes him to smile brighter.

“Wow, if somehow I can manage it, I'm totally spending a shit load of money here as well. I totally wanna try some of that big baby formula now, I'll buy a can of it, and we have baby bottles in our cabin already, so, we're totally gonna see if we can empty the entire can by the time we leave.”

“Mmmm, sounds good.” I say, because I'd told him that I bought a few cases of it for at home, that I'd already tried some, and it's amazing, even better than sucking my soggy baby diapers, which only causes Quin to moan deeply and say, oh yeah.

I manage to see even more that I'd really like, but, I really don't need to, and if I really want to, I can just as easily order it once I'm at home. Quin sees so much that he likes as well, but only grabs a really cute matching pair of baby rompers in our size and asks me if I'd wear them with him, to which I gave a hearty hell yeah. He runs back to our cabin and grabs his wallet, and is back only a few minutes later, and happily pays for them, as well as a can of the big baby formula, and Steven encourages us to go ahead and put our cute baby outfits on now, to be sure they fit you see, and wow, so soft and comfortable, and so fucking cute too. Like my rompers, these ones are short sleeve and legs, just like diaper shirts of course, but with sleeves and legs, but are still snap crotch.

Just as we're leaving, we hear the baby wail over the PA, and so, it's lunch time. I lead Quin to the dining hall, and we're amongst the first there, since we hadn't been far from there anyway. We dish up, and Quin too loves the dishes and utensils. We each grab a baby bottle of juice, a sippy cup of water, and a thermal mug of tea, then go find a seat. Kevin was in the line just a few Baby Boys behind us, and seconds after we sit down, so too does he and a sexy teen Baby Boy.

“Hello again Bennett, and you're Quin I see, good to meet you. You sure are sexy in your baby rompers with those mega thick baby diapers underneath. This is my Baby Boyfriend Calvin, though clearly away from here he's simply my Son.”

“It's really good to meet you both. Bennett tells me you're the owner of this place, and wow, it's totally amazing, and I've hardly even seen anything yet.”

“Thanks, it's taken a fair bit of time and diaper loads of work and money to get this far, but we started out slow and gained momentum and added lots as we went. We'll still happily add more as we go undoubtedly.”

“It's really good to meet you as well Calvin.” I say.

“It's good to meet you as well. I've seen all your work, I love what you're doing for all us Baby Boys. Whether you need or just love diapers, what you're doing for all of us is amazing.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it, and I get that from a lot of people. I'm willing to bet I'll get it way more here.” I couldn't help but to laugh at that last bit.

“I won't take that bet.” Calvin snorted.

“Me neither.” The others at our table all say, because there's a few now.

As we all talk, we eat and enjoy the amazing food. Once more I eat way too much, but I simply couldn't help it, and even went up for seconds, and thirds, Quin right behind me both times. We even had to refill all three of our drinks, since we'd drank it all too, which will help us to fill up our baby diapers good and full.

“Thanks for joining us, but, we're gonna continue our explorations of your simply amazing resort, so, see you later.” I say to the others.

“Have fun.”

From there we start touring around. We found the indoor petting zoo first, and spent well over an hour in there, petting all the different animals in there, and they're all friendly and enjoyed being picked up and being pet gently. The signs in there said to be gentle, and that all are friendly, but that if you do something that they don't like, expect to be bitten, and that that's on us if they do so.

Next we found the games and activities hall, and wow, could totally spend hours in there. We only look around for now, we'll come play later or another day. We found the indoor jungle gym and trampoline hall, and that too is spectacular, and we'll certainly spend time in there, as well as on the outdoor playground, which is even larger and more spectacular. We find the theatre and the pool, and they're awesome as well, especially the pool where there are big baby swim diapers, which is awesome. I'd almost bought some in the store, but decided against doing so, since I like swimming naked more instead I think. The theatre is pretty awesome, and the snack and drink centre is even better, but there were only baby bottles and sippy cups in there, and the sign says that we all have to clean our own items and put them back on the racks when we're done.

We found a go cart track, but instead of powered carts, we find that they're really awesome looking pedal cars instead, and there's even large baby carriages in there, the sign says for baby carriage races. Totally haveta check out the carts later. We looked all around the playground, and are amazed. We find the storage area for all the water guns, and all the filling stations. This is also where the controls are for the water sprayers if we want them going while playing. The zip lines are amazing, as are all the different climbing structures and the slides.

We find an awesome BMX riding track, and then there are also mountain bikes at the bottom of a hill, where there are signs telling Baby Guests which trails are what, and their difficulty levels. We also find a few hiking trails, but, all the signs here once more warn about wild animals.

We checked out the barns and petted a lot of the bigger animals in there, and learn that we're allowed to go horseback riding as well, and so totally wanna do that now too. We looked into the sewing centre, where several Babies are working while talking loudly and laughing lots, clearly they're having a lot of fun. I kinda wouldn't join them, tried the sewing class at school last year, so that I could possibly add that to my list of abilities, and yeah, apparently I'm just not very good at it, and after the second time of nearly sewing myself to something, I decided that maybe that's not for me. We looked into both the metal and wood working shops, but, again, neither of these are for me, just too loud. I'm not one for lotsa loud noises, even going to the movie theatre, I wear ear plugs, because they're often way too loud for me. Both shops there are several people in them working, and they too all appear to be having a great time. In the woodworking shop, I can only assume we saw Kevin's son Red in there, because I've never seen such a stunningly beautiful, and brilliantly red haired person in my life, and I can't honestly say I've ever been attracted to a red head before, 'til now, but Quin giggled and said he agrees.

We toured and searched for so long, that it was the wailing of the baby over the PA that signalled us that it's already dinner time.

“Holy shit, this place is simply massive, and there's so much to see, I had no idea it's already this late.” I admitted.

“No shit.” Quin laughs, because he clearly hadn't realized it either.

We go and join everyone in dishing up, but, because we'd been quite a ways away from the dining hall, we're amongst the last to arrive this time, only now it appears that everyone that was scheduled to be here for the week is now, because it's way more full than it was earlier, and fuck, there's so many hot gay Baby Boy diaper lovers, and Quin and I appear to be the youngest. This time I searched out the table that Kevin's at, and this time Steven is there with him and Calvin, and so is who we can only assume is Red. There are two seats left, so, we go and join them, asking if they mind, and they graciously allowed us to join them once again. Quin and I'd both loaded up our plates to nearly indecent and got the same three drinks as we'd done earlier, and so, we're free to sit down.

“You must be Red, we've heard a lot about you. We saw you working earlier, but, I couldn't go in, just too noisy for me.”

“Sorry, what was that, I can't hear you, all the noisy power tools I use has destroyed my hearing.” He grins cheekily to me.

“I bet.” I laugh.

“Actually, I don't like the noise either. When I'm in the shop, I have a pair of foam ear plugs in, and then over top of that I have the very best ear muffs I can possibly get. I just love working in there, creating everything that I do. I understand you've already bought one of my big baby beds and change tables, I hope you like them and that they serve you well for years to come.”

“Wow, you make them?”

“Yep. I've made nearly everything that's made outta wood here, and while lots have helped me over the years, most of it's all me. That's what I enjoy doing. I totally missed lunch earlier because I was so in the zone, and with my hearing protection on, I just never heard the wail. None of the others did either, come to think of it, but, meh, whatever.”

“Wow, you're good. I'm sure it'll last years and years.”

“Thanks.”

We all chat happily as we eat, and both Quin and I went up for seconds again, but our thirds this time were just plates of desserts, and wow, so fucking good. We also refilled our drinks again, same as we'd done at lunch, and boy are we already getting very soggy, so, that's perfect.

Just as everyone's finishing up dinner, and are about to disperse, Yanni stands up and gets everyone's attention. He told us all that though they've been working hard all day, that they haven't finished all the tests, but that he has the results back for about half of us now, and will have the rest hopefully shortly after breakfast tomorrow. He calls out the names and all that are done quickly go and grab their envelope, including both Quin and I. We head back to our table and quickly open them up. There's a lot of information in there, but, the bottom line says perfectly healthy and cleared for all activities. I hand mine to Quin as soon as he drops his, and I read his as well, and his says the same thing.

“Fuck, I so totally wanna head back to our cabin right now and fuck 'til we pass out, but, at the same time, I wonder if what I'm already starting to feel for you is maybe more than just fucking.” I groan out.

“Same. I've always dreamed of having a beautiful Baby Boyfriend, one who'd hold me and kiss me tenderly, after making long, slow, sweet, tender, gay baby diaper love to me.”

“Mmmm, me to. We're not even gonna fuck at all this week, are we?”

“Maybe in a few days we can try and make love. Tonight, when we go to bed, would you maybe just hold me, kiss me, pet me?”

“Oh yes, as long as you do the same to me.” I sigh deeply.

“I came here fully intending to just suck and fuck, be sucked and be fucked 'til I was raw, throat and ass, I hoped that maybe I'd find a Baby Boyfriend, but figured the odds of that weren't very high, so, I just wanted good ole raw fucking.”

“Me too, but I was talking to Steven, he's the computer person here, and who arranges all this, and he'd said he purposely kept me out of the last couple singles weeks, because there wasn't someone he felt was suitable for me, he waited 'til you came along instead, and he purposely put us together, because he said from all the answers we gave, that he felt that we're very compatible. I don't know, but so far I think he was diapered on.”

“Wow. I think so as well.”

“So, instead of going back to our cabin and fucking like little baby bunnies, wanna go to the games hall and play for a while in there then?” I ask.

“Okay.”

I couldn't help it, but before we get even two steps away, I grab Quin's hand in mine, intertwine our fingers together, he looks to me and smiles warmly, and we walk slowly and happily to the games hall. For near on three hours we play in there. We played the games, we coloured, we built with the Lego's, we even sat and did a puzzle silently for a little while, and it was really rather nice. I'm starting to yawn almost non stop now, though, it's been a very long day for me.

“Well Baby, I really needta get to bed. It's been a very long day, and I think my diaper's finally started to leak, not so surprising really, it's been easily twelve hours, and we've drank a lot today.” I say happily.

“I haven't started to leak just yet, but I will very soon. I'm getting pretty tired too, it's been a long day for me as well.”

We grasp hands lovingly once again and head to our cabin. When we make it there, Quin urges me up onto the change table first, and so, I do so, and he comes in with shaking hands to do something that we've both wanted for a very long time. When Quin opens up my diaper and exposes my proud fourteen year old gay teen baby bone, because I'm very hard right now, he groans very deeply.

“Fuck, you're quite a bit bigger than me, but you're hairless too. Do you shave as well?”

“Yeah, two to three times a week. You do as well?”

“Yeah, but only once a week so far.”

“Nice, Babies should be good and smooth down below, that's for sure. Wanna go visit the spa tomorrow, have a couples baby lotion massage and have them start laser hair removal on both of us?”

“Fuck yeah.” He says as he starts wiping me down tenderly.

“Oh god, too much.” I grunted, and then exploded.

“Oops.” Quin giggles cutely.

“Fuck, that wasn't supposed to happen, but I've just been too fucking horny for the past two weeks leading up to today.”

“I probably won't last any longer, but, fuck do you ever pump a lotta baby milk.”

“Not usually this much. Since you caused it, it's yours for the taking, though.”

“Oh yeah.” He groans out throatily, and scoops it all up and licks it off.

Just watching Quin scoop up all my cum and lick it off is beyond hot, and damn near makes me cum again. Finally he finishes, then actually cleans me, then lotions, powders, and tapes me up into a fresh ultra thick, but only single baby diaper this time. Wow, best fucking soggy baby bum change ever. I'd had to ask Quin not to use diaper rash cream on me, for some reason I react to them, I still haven't found one I can use.

“Wow, thanks Baby, that was amazing.” I sigh once he's done.

“Good, I'm glad, and now it's my turn Baby, so outta the way.”

Seeing Quin laying there in his super soggy baby diaper with a very clear and obvious gay teen baby boner pulsing underneath is totally doing something to me, and how I can still be so hard is beyond me. My hands are shaking as I reach in and release the tapes to his gloriously thick and soggy baby diaper, and as I release the tapes I stick them back to where they'd originally come from, so that they don't catch at the wrong time and ruin the show. Once that's taken care of, I lower the front of Quin's Baby diaper and expose him to my hungry gaze.

Fuck, he's hot.

Quin's about two centimetres shorter than I am, and probably two thirds to three quarters as thick as I am, but his balls are big and plump looking, he has no hair above his pride and joy, but he'd said he shaves too, so I didn't expect to see any, his baby bone's got just a slight upward and right hand curve to it, and there's even a fair bubble of precum at the tip.

Quin didn't even make a sound when barely half a second after I started wiping him, and he exploded. He's still mostly clear with just a little milkiness to it, and he shot roughly half as much as I did, but the majority of it hit his face and upper chest.

“Fuck me.” I think we both said together.

“I didn't think you'd be able to cum that much yet.” I admitted.

“Fuck, I normally don't, but, like you, I'd been anticipating this for days, and I haven't jacked off for more than a week. Normally all I get is one little squirt that maybe reaches my belly button. It's all yours though, enjoy it as much as I enjoyed yours.”

Well, with an invitation like that, how could I possibly refuse. I started with the streaks of cum currently running down his face and threatening to drip down onto the pillow, and that simply can't happen. Fuck, he tastes even better than he looks, and I'm not satisfied 'til I've scooped up every delicious drop I could find. Finally I actually clean Quin, then lotion, cream, powder, and tape onto him just a single ultra thick baby diaper.

“Definitely best soggy baby bum change ever. Thanks so much.” Quin sighs deeply as soon as I'm done.

“Mmmhmm. Well, I don't know about you, but I need a good drink, so two bottles of fruit juice, and then two baby bottles of that awesome baby formula should do the trick, and ensure that my diaper's more than full enough tomorrow morning so that I can go for my morning workout, which I hope you'll join me for.”

“Hell yeah, bottles that is. No wonder you have such an amazing body if you work out every morning.”

“Thanks, you're sexy as fuck as well, but I think you could definitely stand to get some muscle definition onto your body. At least you're not too skinny, and you're nowhere near fat, but you hardly appear to have any muscles yet, and Dads always tell me that a boy needs a good muscle structure to get us through life. They say girls can get away in life without as much, but, even though everyone's supposed to be equal, they say that's utter bullshit, because women refuse to do any heavy lifting whenever possible, especially if there's a man around, and that it's expected of us. They say it's not right, how they demand equality, demand to be paid as much as men, yet refuse to do as much work. Of course they say that not all women are like that, thankfully, but still there are too many that absolutely do. They're also huge on personal development, and that keeping both your body and your mind in top shape is key to a good life. Though they also don't necessarily agree with forcing yourself to push to your absolute maximum, and build tonnes of muscles, but that you should have a good body. I can bench press about fifty kilos, but only a few times, and that's if I push myself almost right to my limits, but I normally keep it to only about twenty five to thirty. I do good reps with lower weights, on pretty near all the machines. We also rotate every day between a good cardio workout, swimming, and weight lifting. Then of course we also hike, and even bike a lot.”

“Wow. Wish I had parents that cared about me that much to make me actually wanna do that.”

“Not gonna lie, it's pretty great, and if we work out as well as I'm honestly starting to feel we will, you'll getta experience it as well.”

“I bet, and I'm feeling the same things.”

We go and grab two bottles each of the fruit juice we want, and slam them down, and then make two baby bottles each, and drink them down as well. And then, just because, we also have another two glasses of water. There, that should ensure that we're very good and soggy in the morning.

When we slip into bed, I turn off the lights, and then we meet in the middle, and by feel alone, we meet in our first kiss. I've been hugged, kissed, and cuddled pretty near every day of my entire life. Dads have always shown me all the affection a Baby Boy needs, and I've savoured every second of it. However, the feel of kissing a gorgeous Baby Boy the way we're kissing now, is so much more, yet, at the same time less too. Both equally as good, really, yet completely different. We kiss for only a few minutes, before whispering goodnight to each other.

Well, the sleep that I'd experienced last night was utterly spectacular, and it's not just because the bed's so damned comfortable, just as much as mine at home is. No, getting to sleep while cuddled up to the boy who's stealing my heart seems to be the difference, and I like it. From the amount of sunlight coming in, I can only guess that I've slept in, but, hey, I am on vacation, so, whatever right. Quin starts waking up only a few seconds later, and as soon as he has, I'm there to greet him with a good morning kiss. We kiss for several minutes before breaking apart.

“Mmmm, that was the nicest sleep I've ever experienced.” Quin sighs deeply and contentedly.

“Mmmhmm, me too.” I sigh just as deeply.

“Shall we get up Baby and go do a workout. I won't be able to last as long as you I'm sure, but I'm all for it.”

“Okay Baby.” I smile brightly.

Dads have always called me Baby, and I've happily accepted it, but feeling Quin call me Baby feels even better. Of course Dads only call me Baby at home, or when we're more than private enough to not to be overheard. We get out of bed, and as Quin does, I can't help but to admire just how gloriously soggy he is, so, he peepeed his baby diaper all night long very well. From the way he's checking out my diaper, which feels every bit as gloriously soggy, and hearing him groan because of it, I can only assume that he feels the same way too. Once more we clasp hands, intertwining our fingers together, and head out. I'd looked at the clock before we left, and while I had in fact slept in, it's still only just a few minutes to six, so, that's perfect. When we make it to the pool, we both strip off our gloriously soggy baby diapers, and then shower very well, so far we're the only ones there.

“I've never swam naked before, and while I certainly wanna, I kinda actually wanna try those big baby swim diapers even more. Would you care to join me in wearing one?” Quin asks.

“Well, I don't think that we'd both fit in one, not to mention, that may cause us to break the rule about no sexual activity outside of our cabin.” I say as straight faced as I possibly could.

“While that does sound like a great deal of fun, and I'm betting we could more than likely easily fit both of us into one of the larger big baby swim diapers, that's not what I meant, and you know it.” Quin giggles.

“Doesn't it though, and I wonder how it'd work to sleep together in just one diaper. Probably wouldn't work, but I'm not entirely convinced that it wouldn't be a horrible experience to try out. I'd be agreeable to big baby swim diapers, though, I've always swam naked, well, except when I did actually need swim diapers when I still couldn't control my poopies, but that's well before I remember. Dads told me that I was poopy potty trained well before the age of three, and after that I only had two accidents. Granted, I've poopied my baby diapers a few times since as well, when I was sick, or when I held off too long and just couldn't make it in time, but I cleaned myself up, well, except the couple times I was sick, Dads did help me then too. I definitely try not to do that, because I don't actually like it any.”

“I was likely poopy potty trained by about the same time, but, of course, with parents who barely acknowledge that I exist, I have no idea for sure. I'm the same though, I've had a few accidents when I was sick or just held off for too long, and I too don't really care for it, and clearly no matter how I felt, it was my problem, and as such, I hadta deal with it.”

So, we each go to the diaper change station, and pick out a swim diaper that'll fit us that we like, because there's a few different prints to choose from, and then I help Quin into his, and he helps me into mine. So far we're the first in the pool, so, we dive in, and then I lead Quin in doing laps. After every lap, there and back, I make us switch forms, so that we're working different muscles. Quin keeps getting slower and slower as we go, but I keep telling him to keep going, to keep pushing, even if he can't keep up to me, and he's unable to last the entire hour that I went for. He stayed in the pool, though, and just swam lazily while I continued working out. When I headed to the hot tub to sit back and relax, he comes with me, and we lay back and sigh.

“Boy am I gonna feel that later.” Quin groans.

“Yeah, me too, but it's good for us. After breakfast let's go for a massage and a facial, and maybe even schedule a time for a laser treatment. I wanna get both my face and groin started.”

“Okay. Well, I'm about ready to get out and get washed, dried, diapered, and then maybe we could go back and put on our cute baby rompers again, then go for breakfast, because it's gonna be soon.”

“Sounds good Baby. Wanna go double diapered again, or maybe even with two doublers, and see if we can last the entire fucking day?”

“Oh hell yeah.” Quin grins brightly.

“Goody, totally best vacation ever.”

“Mmmhmm.”

We wash ourselves, because I think we both know ourselves better than that, then dry off, and then hit up the diaper change station in the pool house, since it has absolutely everything that we need. There are others there now, and I know for fact that several of them watched as we showered and dried, and are still watching as we diaper each other up very well. We head back to our cabin, and are only half way there when we hear the baby wail, so, we needta hurry, not that it matters, there's always close to twice as much food as is actually needed by the looks of it.

As soon as we make it, we dress each other in our baby rompers, which not only look sexy as all get out, but will help to hold up our mega triple thick baby diapers once they start getting good and soggy, and then head to the dining hall. Of course we're still holding hands. We only break our hand hold when we arrive and start dishing up. We both fill up our plates to nearly indecent, place them on a table that's free, then go and grab an equally indecent amount to drink. Most everyone else appears to be the same as us, way more food and drink than is strictly needed. We happily eat and drink, and talk to the others at our table.

We'd gone to a different table this morning, and are with other Baby Guests, and we all talk happily about how amazing this place really is. One of the men there, I'd say about twenty five or so years old, and who we can only guess he'd been paired with, about two or three years older than him, asked if the two of us would liketa maybe come and enjoy some fun with them, but, we politely refused, saying we still haven't had sex together, that we're saving it, and wanna try for making love. Everyone at our table groaned from hearing that. They all told us to enjoy, and one of the others asked if me, being who I am and what I've done, is really still a virgin. I said yes, because so far I've still not found a gay Baby Boy diaper lover, 'til now that is. They all claimed that had they found out about someone like me when they were our age, they totally woulda searched me out, no matter how far they hadta travel. To tell the truth, I'm shocked that many hadn't myself, because I agree, I woulda done so for sure had someone else done what I've done, I guess the security measures that were put in place to protect me have worked. Oh well, I think it might just work out well in the end anyway, and I'm not even talking about my rear end either, though that'll hopefully be worked just as well.

The day before, I think virtually every guest there congratulated and thanked me for all my work to try and make us at least a little less weird, and I thanked them as well, of course. Every meal, and several other times throughout the day, everyone wanted to talk to me and ask me questions. And yes, more than a few more offered to take both Quin and me back to theirs or our cabin and make us feel like gods, which we sadly had to decline. I even got a few good ideas for new commercials from a few, so, that's great.

Both Quin and I went up for seconds once again, both food and drink, because we'd finished it all, and we still need more, so, we do so. As soon as we're finished, we put our dishes where they go, then clasped hands once more and head to the spa. When we arrive, we find the Spa babies had just arrived themselves, and say that they're just about to open for the day.

“So, what would you sexy little gay Baby Boyfriends like today?” One of them asks.

“The works please, and we'd also liketa maybe schedule a time to start laser hair removal. We're too thickly and wondrously baby diapered right now to do so today, so, whenever you wanna schedule us for would be awesome.” I answered.

“So, massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, and hair cuts for today, and how about this time tomorrow morning for your first laser hair removal treatment.”

“Awesome, thanks.” We both say.

“Now, laser hair removal, you understand, takes several treatments over several months, right, and that while it's not painful, in some of the more sensitive areas can be a touch uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, that's what I read about. No worries there. I make more than enough money to come here a few times a year without worry, and while it certainly makes for very expensive hair removal appointments, you just can't beat the hospitality of this place.” I grin brightly.

“Yes, well, we try and make it worth at least twice what you actually pay.” One of them grins.

“Fucking near three times from what I've seen so far.” Quin says, and I nod my agreement.

“Good. Let's get your haircuts out of the way first. Would you liketa pick what you want, or let us work our magic on you?”

“Work your magic.” We both say.

“Goody.”

They lead us to our chairs, sit us down, and then start doing our hair, and I can honestly say I've never had a haircut that was so soft and soothing, he very nearly played with my hair as he cut it. I have my eyes closed, but I can hear Quin sighing as much as me from the tender experience. Once done, we're both taken to a hair wash station, where they wash and condition our hair, which was easily fifteen minutes of them playing with our hair, relaxing us so much I damn near fell asleep. Then it's back to our chairs, where they dry and style our hair nicely.

Next they take us to a different pair of chairs, and we both get rose scented steamed towels placed on our faces, they're nice and hot, and feel wonderful. While we're getting our steamed towel facial, they start working on our feet, and about every five to ten minutes, our towels are traded out for fresh ones, and they continue doing so as they finish our feet and start working on our hands. Once our manicures are all done, the towels are removed, then our faces washed with nice cool cloths, and then with baby oil, they each very gently and tenderly massage our faces.

Finally we're laid down on massage tables, and a baby lotion massage that left me feeling like a puddle of Jello was given to me. I've never experienced anything like this in my life, and I totally wanna do the same every day, but that wouldn't be fair to all the other Baby Boys at the resort.

“Wow, thanks so much Babies, that was, bar none, one of the nicest things I've ever experienced in my life.” I say happily once we're told to go ahead and get up.

“You're very welcome Babies. Now, as you can see, there's another couple here who'd liketa get a nice spa treatment, so, go enjoy the rest of the resort, and we'll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Will do, thanks.”

I hadn't even seen or heard the other couple arrive, they'd just been sitting and waiting patiently for us to be finished, so, that's great.

“So, what would you liketa do next Baby?” I ask.

“I kinda wanna go get a tattoo, to tell you the truth.”

“So do I, but where I want my tattoo, my diaper's too thick and nowhere near wet enough to warrant removing it.”

“Oh, baby bum or baby groin?”

“Bum, I want one on my baby bum cheek.”

“Nice, then how about tomorrow morning after our laser treatment, so that we're not wasting baby diapers unnecessarily.”

“Sounds good. Where'd you wanna get one?”

“Hadn't decided yet, and I wanted to look at some of the options. I'm sure they've got books with lotsa their designs.”

“Wanna go there now, book a time for tomorrow morning, and look at the options right now, so that we can decide?”

“Okay, sounds good.”

So, we head there, and say hi to the Baby artists. They're both in the process of painting two Baby Boy's faces, but we say we're just here to book a time for tattoos and to maybe look at their designs. We're pointed to three very large books on a shelf, and so, we go and start thumbing through them, smiling and laughing at some of the ones they'd already done. It was Quin that came across the one we both want, right on each of our right hand baby bum cheeks, a soggy diaper, with the words gay baby boy diaper lover for life written in cute baby block lettering around it. It has a star beside it with a note saying resorts most popular request. Gee, neither of us can understand why.

As soon as the Baby Artists are done the guests they're working on, we tell them what we'd like, and they laugh, and say they can damn near do those tattoos in their sleep now, but happily agree and book us for tomorrow morning. They ask us if we'd liketa get our faces painted, since we're there, and there's no one else there at the moment, so, we say sure, why the hell not, and so, we're seated and they start working. They hadn't asked us what we want, just happily painted away, for damn near half an hour. We'd seen the previous two Babies when they were done, and they looked spectacular, so we assume we're gonna be just as well done.

When we are, we look to each other and smile brightly, then mirrors are passed to each of us, so that we can see ourselves, and it looks amazing. Quin's done as a monkey, and I'm done as a leopard.

“Thanks Babies, this looks amazing. We'll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks, and yes, be here for as soon as you can after your laser treatment, and we'll get you started as soon as we're done whomever comes for other artwork before you get here.”

We skip away merrily, and go play on the playground with a bunch of other Babies who are enjoying it all, and have a great time until lunch. We stuff ourselves full of both food and drink once again, and then go play in the games hall for a while again. We decided to go horseback riding, and when we get there, the Farmer Babies ask us if we've ever been, I have been, but Quin has not, so, he's taught everything. I've been both bareback riding and saddle riding, and when asked, I said given our attire, bareback with a simple blanket might be the nicest, but it also might be harder for Quin, since it's definitely not as easy.

Quin got the hang of it very quickly, though, and within half an hour of arriving, we're taking our horses out of the corral and heading up one of the horse trails. It's very nice, and we ended up doing the other two really nice horse trails as well, before taking our horses back. As soon as we arrive, we help to clean, brush, and then give a treat to our horses, since Dads always taught me that it's the respectful thing to do to thank them for carrying us, and the Farmer Babies say that's how they do it as well, and always ask for the guests to do the majority of that, since it's them who rode them, so it's only fair. I enjoy doing it, though, and so too did Quin.

Just as we're finishing up, the baby wail sounds, so, wow, dinner time already, that's great, because I am getting both hungry and thirsty again. Our diapers are already getting very soggy, and our baby rompers are helping to hold them up well, which is amazing. We head to the dining hall with all the others and dish up, then get lots more to drink again. Once more both Quin and I go up for seconds of both food and drink, and then head up for a well stuffed plate full of dessert as well.

“So, what should we do after dinner Baby?” Quin asks me.

“Let's go watch a movie. It sounds like a buncha other babies are gonna go and do so, and it'll be nice to kick back and relax some as well.”

“Okay.”

So, as soon as we're finished dinner, we head to the theatre, and about twenty others are already there. They'd already chosen the type of movie, which was big kids, animated, so we got to be in on the vote as to whether it was one of three that'd been chosen at random, and once the vote's tallied, the winner is put in, and is started. Already the popcorn maker is pumping out way more popcorn than is strictly needed, and as soon as it's finished, we all go and fill up bowls that threaten to spill half their contents, then most of us grab at least two baby bottles filled with whatever it is we wanna drink, then go and sit back and watch the movie.

It was super nice, not gonna lie, and we all enjoy the movie together. I've seen it at least twice before, but I think three times, since it's an older movie now, though Quin claims to have never seen it before, so that's good, and he really enjoyed it as well.

We decide to go play in the games house once more to finish off the night, and several other Baby Boys are in there as well, and we have a blast until we're both more than tired enough to go to sleep, as well we'd both just started leaking, so, perfect. When we make it to our cabin, I urge Quin up onto the change table first so that I can change his gloriously soggy baby bum, and while I'm in there, we'd been urged to shave before our laser treatment, so, I give him a quick shave, not that he needs much. Then, just because it appears that he needs it, I also ensure to lotion him up more than enough to cum, and when he does, I urge him to scoop it up and feed it to me, since my hands are lotion covered you see, and yeah, that was totally erotic doing that. And then, just because, I very quickly shave Quin's face, but, he hardly has anything to shave off, still only just a tiny amount of peach fuzz above his lip really, but I shaved it all anyway.

Once I have Quin diapered up in just a single mega thick baby diaper, we trade places, and he gives me the exact same treatment, though, when he shaves me, it takes him just a couple minutes longer, because I do have about twice as much hair as he'd had. When I too cum, he urges me to scoop it up and feed it to him as well, and yeah, equally as erotic as it had been in reverse. Finally we're both ready for bed, but we want a couple baby bottles of baby formula first, and so, we make four, and enjoy them all.

Finally we curl up to each other, and pass out all cuddled up to each other, but only after kissing for probably close to ten minutes.

After waking up, we kiss and cuddle for quite a while before getting up, we'd slept in even later this morning than we had the morning before, and really don't have time to go swimming, but, that's okay too. We decide to just stay laying in bed, kissing and cuddling 'til we hear the baby wail saying that breakfast is ready, and so, we finally get out of bed, clasp hands, and head to the dining hall. Neither of our baby diapers had leaked, but, we're both very full, and they're swaying gloriously beneath us as we walk. We're both fully aware that we may leak when we sit down during breakfast, but, you know what, that's perfectly okay with us.

We join the line to get lots of both food and drink once again, then get seconds once again, and enjoy it all. We hadn't leaked when we got up for our seconds, but, when we got up to put our dishes away, and we looked, we both claimed to have leaked more than just a little. Oh, what a shame, and for some strange reason, everyone at the table congratulated both of us for being such good Baby Boys, and when one asked if we'd like to come to their cabin to get a super amazing soggy baby bum change, the others all agreed, and we had to sadly say no. Fuck, never have I been offered something so much that I've wanted so bad my whole life, and here I am, refusing. I just don't know what it is about Quin, but, I really am falling in love with him, and it feels glorious.

We have an appointment to keep, so, with leaky and even more swaying diapers underneath us, we head to the Spa Babies.

“My oh my, you two sure are gloriously soggy, aren't you?” One of them says.

“And leaky. Don't forget leaky. We leaked during breakfast.” I giggle.

“Very good Babies. That's just the way it should be here.” The other giggles as well.

“Okay, up on the tables Babies, you want face and groins done, correct?” The other asks.

“That's right, start the process of making us fully Babies for life.” Quin says.

“Will do.”

Since our diapers are already leaking, they remove them first, and then get started. They gave us protective eye covers, and we laid back. Some very cold gel is applied after we're cleaned and prepped, and then they get started. I can hear Quin give a few little gasps here and there, same as me. It's not painful, just more like dozens of little pinches, but a few of them, in certain areas were sharp enough to make us make a sound. As soon as they're done in our groins, we're washed off, then lotioned and creamed, then put into fresh baby diapers. They'd asked if we wanted single, double, or triple, but we asked for single, saying we're going for tattoos next, so single will be more than sufficient.

“Nice, are you getting the resorts most popular one placed on one of your sexy baby bum cheeks like fucking near everyone here now has, and so many guests now have it's not even funny?” One of them asks.

“Oh yeah.” We both grin.

“Nice. I warn you, though, sitting won't be comfortable for several days, but it's so fucking worth it.” The other says.

“We gathered as much, and we accept it fully.”

“Nice. Now onto your faces.”

The same things are done all over again on our faces now, and there were a few places that made me gasp, right along the point of my chin was probably the worst, but, it wasn't too bad either. Finally we're all cleaned up, our protective eye covers are removed, and we're freed to go get our tattoos.

When we arrive to the Baby Artists, they're both in the process of painting another two baby faces, sadly ours had to be removed for the laser hair treatment, but that's okay too. If they have time, we'll happily ask for new ones. As soon as they're done the baby faces they're painting, we're called up and laid down on a pair of tables, our diapers are untaped, but left underneath us, for just such an emergency we're told, then folded down to expose our baby bums. Then we're asked if we're ready for this, and we both say yes. Well, I can honestly say that I didn't enjoy that at all, but, it'll be so fucking worth it. We're given waterproof bandages and told to come see them once a day to have them changed out and have our tattoos cleaned and checked, so, we thank them, ask for fresh face painting if they have time, which they do, and so, we sit down for that, and yeah, uncomfortable is being kind. It actually kinda hurts. What's sad, Quin, who says that he'd been spanked, more than just a little in his life, says that this is nothing compared to how his baby bum's often felt in the past. Dads never spanked me, oh sure, I'd get a swat to the baby diapered bum if I needed my head engaged, but never more, and honestly, it never hurt, it was more just a sharp warning that I was either going too far or that I was misbehaving in an unacceptable way. Both Dads claim that they never care to truly spank a child, ever.

When they're done, we're done as different animals this time, I'm a zebra, and Quin's a lion. We thank the Baby Artists once more and head out.

“Well, wanna go try out the peddle cars?” Quin asks.

“Sure, why not, my baby Bum's sore, but it's gonna be sore no matter what, and that does look like fun.”

“Right, forgot about that, but, you're right.”

“Yeah, probably shoulda saved the tattoo for our last day, but, meh, whatever, not gonna let a little pain in the ass ruin my vacation.” I giggle.

“No shit.” Quin giggles as well.

When we get there, we find that a few other Babies are currently running around the track pushing other Babies in the baby carriages, so, we join in and I urge Quin into one first, and we do two laps like that, then trade places and do another two laps. Everyone had a blast, and when I asked if anyone wantsta use the peddle cars with us, several say sure. Others say they'd already done so, and so, they're done, and there's not enough for all of us anyway. We each choose our awesome pedal cars, and then we take off. Wow, they're fucking fast once you get going, and I totally managed to forget all about the pain in my ass because I was having so much fun. Quin finally hadta stop, saying his legs feel like jelly now, and has to stop, so, I pull in and hop out as well.

Just as we do so, the baby wail sounds, so, it's lunch time, good, that's perfect timing, and as it just so happens, I'm fucking starving again. We head there and join all the other Babies in getting lots to eat and drink, and then go and sit and enjoy it with everyone, all of us at our table talking happily as we do so.

After lunch, both Quin and I need soggy baby bum changes, so, we go and do so, put on our rompers, which are now dry, since we'd hung them up to do so, not caring that they smell a little pissy, and head out. We go to the indoor petting zoo for a bit again, then to the games house for a bit, and play lots in there, in fact it's dinner time again before we know it.

We go and watch another movie after dinner, then play some more before bed, go and have a great super soggy baby bum change, feeding each other our baby milk from our fingers, then having baby bottles as well. The following morning, we go swimming once again, then have breakfast, then go get our bandages changed and our tattoos cleaned and checked, and then we continue playing. We go for a really nice diaper hike, and play lots and lots more. We even went for an awesome baby photo shoot, and had dozens of awesome pictures of us taken, and we each chose the one that we get for free, but I asked for several more as well, even an awesome puzzle to be made from one of our favourites. On our fifth day there, we both decide that if it's at all possible, that we wanna stay for another week, and so, we go and find Kevin and ask him if that's even a possibility first, and he says our cabin is still free for next week, so, I ask him to tentatively book it for us, because we first haveta see if we can change our flights. Quin doesn't care at all what his parents think, and says he's not even gonna bother asking for permission, whereas I'll call my Daddies and tell them that I'm staying for another week, which I know they'll be all good with.