Kaidiri

My best friend, Jordy, had graciously agreed to accompany my boyfriend and I for a two week stay out of town as I recovered from surgery. A minor hockey injury would make it difficult for me to do some simple things and Jordy jumped on the chance to help us.

We rented an upscale condo with a gorgeous view of the city. As I got past the first few days of post-surgical grogginess, I enjoyed mornings on the balcony, clad only in a tank top and a thick Tykables diaper.

I had no qualms about being in diapers around my two loving caregivers. When they helped me out of bed each morning, Jordy would deliver some lighthearted teasing that instantly made me turn red.

“Someone was a super soaker last night! Look at that wet diapey!”

He would giggle at my intense blushing before giving me a pat on my soggy bottom. For a guy who wasn’t into diapers, he had always been perfectly at ease about me wearing them.

My recovery was going as expected, but I found myself a little anxious about the beast brewing in my bottom! Everyone kept telling me that I was going to be unbelievably constipated after the anesthesia and pain meds. I was taking very few of the pain meds and had been taking still softeners since I came home, but nothing had taken place.

On the fourth day, my boyfriend went to run a few errands in the morning. Jordy had just finished the breakfast dishes and I found myself stopped near the TV, watching highlights on ESPN.

“Uh ohhh... are you pooping?”

I immediately turned bright red and looked at Jordy, who was grinning as he dried a glass.

“No!” I laughed and shook my head.

He shrugged. “I saw you standing still with a look on your face and I thought maybe you were pooping. Do you feel like you might need to make boom boom soon, champ?”

I started to nervously play with the bottom hem of my shirt. “Yeah... a little.” It was the first morning that I felt like my usual morning poop might just be ready to happen.

He nodded and put the glass in the cupboard. “Good! Why don’t you relax and try, okay?”

His reassuring and gentle tone only made me blush harder. I looked down and grinned a bit, feeling a sense of little boy embarrassment. Jordy has seen me soaked a million times, but I had never messed in front of him. He was very well aware that I frequently pooped in my diapers though. He even knew that I occasionally loaded pairs of underwear. This was new territory though as I had never even considered messing in front of him.

Jordy glanced at me. “Does someone need a little privacy?” I playfully whined and toddled to the hallway. He heard him chuckle and continue to put dishes away.

The urge was definitely starting to build and I was worried about the load being painful. I stood motionless in the hall and exhaled to help myself relax. I felt the tip of a log slowly coming. It felt like it was going to be extremely big!

I whimpered as the tip slowly exited. It was extremely solid and thick, but not painful. I was surprised to hear Jordy’s footsteps coming closer to the hallway.

“Are you okay, big guy?”

I blushed at his light baby-talk tone. “Yes...” The thick log was poking into my seat now and I could feel a tent growing.

“Is it coming out okay?”

I looked up and froze, surprised to see his face peeking at me from around the corner. Rather than protest, all I could do was stand there helplessly and nod.

He came closer and I whimpered involuntarily as the massive log continued to tent my seat.

He stepped in front of me and made a posting face. “Does it hurt?”

I bit my lip and shook my head.

He grinned. “Is it mushy?”

I looked at my feet and shook my head as the huge log crackled audibly and finally gave way to slightly softer, but still very solid poop.

Jordy came closer and a flood of embarrassment came over me as he went into complete baby-talk mode and put a hand on my back. “Ohhh my gosh! Stinky, stinky boy! SO much poopoo from the baby!”

My face was in flames and I was absolutely adoring every second of sweet, loving humiliation.

Jordy did a mock gasp. “My goodness! Is it still coming? Is someone making big poopoo in his pants?” He gently rubbed my back. “Look at baby pooping!”

I grunted as my diaper continued to fill and get heavier than I ever imagined. Jordy continues rubbing my back. “Do you need anything?”

I shook my head and he crouched down a bit. “Awww, the baby boy is filling his Pampers so good! My goodness, little one!”

The pile was so big, I could feel the warmth spreading in my packed seat. I sighed as it finally ended and the feeling of relief hit me.

Jordy grinned and gently lifted my chin so he could look me in the eye. “You pooped in your diaper,” he whispered.

I felt like a guilty toddler who just loaded his diaper in front of his babysitter. The vulnerability I was experiencing in front of Jordy was surreal, but his gentle, sweet teasing was so genuine.

Jordy reaches his hand out to me. “Come on, poopy boy. Let’s go watch TV until your “daddy” gets home to change that stinky bottom.”

I took his hand and quietly waddled beside him, feeling like there was ten pounds in my seat. He guided me back to the den.

“Did the stool softeners make it mushy, or was it really hard?”

I was caught off guard by Jordy’s question and I chuckled. “I’m not telling you!”

He shrugged and raised a brow. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll just find out.”

I blushed and gasped. “He’s not going to tell you what it was like when he changes my...”

Before I could finish my sentence, Jordy’s strong hand abruptly swatted my seat and gave an extremely firm squeeze. My eyes were wide as he nonchalantly kneaded my seat. “Hmmm. Felt pretty firm, but I guess it doesn’t matter now.” He gave my bottom two more hard swatts before smiling. “Now, sit and let’s watch TV.”

I stood there in delighted shock and embarrassment. He rolled his eyes at me. “You act like you weren’t going to sit and squish in it anyway.”