There are fewer things in this life more embarrassing than wetting your pants in front of someone…unless it’s wetting your pants while I guy is feeling you up, and he happens to be the guy you’re supposed to be digging up dirt on.
Let me start over. This wasn’t one of John’s requests; it was a side gig. One of the rags I normally snap shots for was trying to dig up some juicy gossip on local philanthropist Walter J. Scole. He was a charismatic figure in the city’s social structure, often appearing personally to deliver speeches and lend his charisma to all kinds of good causes – homeless shelters, children’s hospitals, medical research funds. It wasn’t exactly a secret that the guy was a bit light in the loafers, but they had heard he might be involved in some pretty kinky stuff. I have a bit of a reputation for being willing to plunge through garbage to get my pics, so I took the job. Why not? John hadn’t exactly been putting dough in my pocket on the regular. I figured something a bit sordid that paid well would get the blood pumping and keep my belly full. I won’t lie, though, I didn’t feel great about it. By all accounts, Scole was the genuine article. He wanted to help those in need, and he didn’t mind spending his money to do it, as well as getting other well-off folks to do the same. Still, a paycheck is a paycheck, so I swallowed a bitter little pill of guilt and took the job.
The Lavender Lion isn’t the kind of place I’d normally be caught dead in, but I wanted to get a sense of what Scole’s habits were. I had a tip he spent more than a few evening’s there, so it seemed like a good place to start. Maybe if I caught him taking a fella home, I could get some pics through the windows of whatever it was he got up to when he thought no one was looking. I had to try and blend in a bit, so I cleaned up some, changed underwear, and headed in after I was sure no one saw me there. The guy behind the bar was a huge lion, mane dyed the color of the club’s name. I wasn’t gonna make fun, though. I like my teeth where they’re normally fixed. I plunked down some change and asked for a milk. That got me a look…it always gets me a look, or some good-natured ribbing. He poured it, though, and set it in front of me. After a few sips, I started to look around to see if Scole was there.
“Milk, hmm? A fine choice of beverage for a growing boy.” I blinked and looked up at the fella addressing me. And, of course, it was Scole. I’m used to looking up at people. Being a least weasel, I’m not exactly topping the charts height-wise. But it was unnerving to look up at another weasel like him. As a long-tailed weasel, he was a good one-third of my height. He was older, too, a little tummy…actually pretty handsome. I’d seen pics, but they didn’t really do him justice. His green eyes were quite…arresting.
“Oh, heh…” I stammered a little, not having expected my quarry to be the one hunting me. “I like to keep my wits about me…at least at first.” I tried to make it seem totally normal that I was drinking milk in a gay club. “But y’never know what the night might bring.”
“Oh, indeed,” he said with a slight broadening of his smile. “One never knows.” He sidled just a little closer. I almost backed up, but the bar was right there. He more or less had me pressing back against it. “And are you a growing boy?” he asked, reaching down, feathering one finger right along the groin of my pants.
Now here’s the thing…I like girls. I really do. But they don’t like me so much. Probably the hygiene-thing. I try, I really do, but it’s hard to ditch the smell that lingers on me. As far as guys go, I…I mean…I’ve had some encounters. I spent a stint or two in jail, and, being a little guy, you need someone to watch your back. And there have been some little anonymous flings, here and there. But to have someone so bold touch me like that…it was shocking. But my body couldn’t help but react. I felt myself harden at this big guy’s gentle touch, and I gasped softly.
“Definitely a growing boy,” he said with a warm smile that crinkled the lines around his eyes. “But still very much a *little* boy.” This last was a tease that made my ears burn. Hey, I’m proportionate for my size…mostly. We can’t all be John! I’ve seen him change and it’s…um…impressive.
But I digress.
“I…heh…well…um…” I was eloquent as ever.
“It’s alright, Mr. Weekly,” he said, in a gentle voice. “Just enjoy.”
He knew who I was! Oh, shit! So he probably knew why I was there. I felt my blood turned to ice water. Just a few words, and he could have the bartender break me in two! Probably half the guys there would take a turn kicking my ass. I felt my fear tighten around my belly…and my bladder. Oh, no, not now! I’ve always had a weak bladder…one of the reasons for the smell I have and why my underwear get stained so quickly. I tried to hold back, but I could help letting out a trickle…and then a bit more than a trickle.
Scole blinked. He looked down, and his eyes widened a little. “Oh, dear.” He looked back at me, and his smile returned. “It’s alright, dear boy. I’m not going to hurt you. Poor thing.” He frowned. “I suppose it’s too much to hope you have a pair of clean pants or underpants on your person?”
I shook my head rapidly, relieved, at least, that I’d worn my dark pants to the club. The spreading stain wouldn’t be too obvious for a bit.
“Listen, sweet boy,” he said. “My place is nearby. I can help you clean up a bit. You can even stay for a bit, if you want…no obligation.” He smiled, softly. “I mean, you wanted to get inside my place and snoop around a bit, didn’t you?”
My ears burned a bit, this time from a different kind of shame. He had me made the moment he saw me, but he was still keeping my secret, even offering to help me out. Now I felt even worse about agreeing to dig up dirt on this nice guy. “I…maybe I should go.”
“Agreed,” he said, putting an arm around me. “Let’s go.”
I blinked. “W-wait. That’s not what I…”
“Nonsense. Let’s go get you settled,” he said, leading me away. I was quickly learned that Scole’s charisma was not just good speech-writing. He was very hard to say no to.
Scole only kept his arm around my shoulder until we were on the street, then he hailed up a cab, and we were soon headed to his place. I tried to shrug him off again. “You really don’t need to do this. I can just head home…”
He brushed off my concerns. “It’s my fault,” he said. “I shouldn’t have surprised you like that. Least I can do is help get you…situated.”
The cab driver wrinkled his nose. It was obvious he was smelling my situation, and I tried to shrink into the seat. Scole just pulled out an extra bill. “Here we are, my good man. Just pull over here. I apologize for my fragrant friend. He had a bit too much to drink.” The cab driver smiled, nodded, and accepted the bill. We got out and headed into his home. I was lucky; there was no way I would’ve gotten photos inside without being invited in. I hadn’t looked into it yet, but now I saw there was a high gate around it, almost like a compound. I whimpered a bit as the gates closed behind us.
A man opened the doors for us. He was a plump mouse, about my height, well-dressed and well-fed. His eyebrow raised when he caught sight of me, but then he turned to Scole. “I could’ve sent the car, sir, if I’d known you were coming home early.” It was clear he didn’t approve of Scole bringing me here, and I felt even smaller at his slightly withering expression.
“That’s alright, McCallister,” Scole assured him. “This was a bit of an emergency. I’ll be upstairs for the night.”
McCallister’s expression furthered darkened. “Are you…quite sure, sir?”
“Quite,” Scole assured him with that smile. It made the pompous little butler relax, just like it had been making me feel oddly at home with everything going on. “This is Mr. Weekly,” he said. “If he wanders downstairs, please give him every attention.”
McCallister sighed. “Very good, Mr. Scole.” His expression said, It’s not actually very good at all, but I have learned better than to argue with you.
I was led upstairs. I felt so shabby and awkward. Even in my best clothes, I wasn’t even close to being dressed as well as the hired help. But Scole didn’t mind that one bit. He took me into the Master Bedroom, and I must’ve gawked at it all. There was a small chandelier in crystal giving a gentle light. The huge four-poster bed dominated most of the room, but there was a wardrobe, a desk and chair, a bookshelf, and all carved in stunning elegance. I noted there were two doors; I assumed one was the Master Bath. What was the other one, though? A closet? He chuckled. “I know… a bit overwhelming. I still get a bit stunned coming in here. It was my parents’ room when I was a boy. Now that they’re gone, it’s mine.” I knew the story, of course. Scole’s mother died when he was quite young, from influenza. His father had passed away about ten years back from a heart attack. It made their heir one of the city’s most eligible bachelors. Despite often being seen with a strong of beautiful young women on his arm, however, Scole had never married. Most likely because he preferred to spend his evenings at the Lavender Lion.
Once the bedroom doors were closed, he turned me towards him. He looked down at me and gave one of those smiles. It was so nice to be smiled at like that. When was the last time any girl had smiled at me like that. Had any girl ever smiled at me like that?
“Mr. Scole,” I started, mouth dry, voice breaking.
“Shhhhh.” He took me into his arms, gently, and kissed my forehead. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
I almost melted into him then. I don’t know what it was that made me believe him, but I did. I didn’t even protest when he began undressing me. I whimpered a little when he opened my pants, but he just kissed my belly, lightly, and finished the job. I soon stood before him, completely naked. “There we are,” he said, softly. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
I definitely didn’t know! I was quite sure that no one had ever called me that before. He took my hand and led me through one of the doors and into the Master Bath, as I had guessed. The tub was enormous, and I felt tiny when he helped me into it. He stripped down to his undershirt, suspenders hanging around his waist, and he began to run the bath. As I sat there, he filled the tub and began to bathe me like a very small child.
“I’m really sorry for before,” I said, meekly. “I have a…a kind of a nervous bladder, I guess.”
He nodded. “It’s quite alright. I startled you, as I said. I should’ve told you I knew who you were right off.” He kept scooping up water, wetting me down. “But, if I had, I wonder if you and I would be here right now, like this?” He chuckled, softly. “So maybe I’m glad for your weak bladder.” He grins. “Very Weekly, Indeed, hmm?”
I blushed again. “You’re so cute when you blush,” he murmured. “Part of me wants to stop, because I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but part of me wants to keep doing it because you’re so adorable.” He smiled. “I’m guessing the Daily Star put you up to trying to get some kind of dirt on me?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I didn’t really want to, but times are hard, Mr. Scole.”
He laughed, brightly, and I was surprised. “You’re naked in my tub. I think we’re past formalities, honey. You can call me Walter or Wally…or…” He trailed off, and then smiled a secret little smile that made a little thrill go down my spine. “Well, maybe we’ll see about any other names, later.” Was this related to the kink the Daily Star wanted me to dig dirt up on? I mean…he was so nice…but it wasn’t like he was gonna marry me or something. I still needed to get money. Maybe I could water it down, somehow.
“O-okay, Wally,” I said. “It feels kind of silly to call you that. I feel like you’re so far above me.”
He booped my nose with a sudsy finger. “Well, you are quite a little boy, as I said.”
It was my turn to laugh. He made me feel funny. “I didn’t mean like that.”
“Oh, I know, sweetness,” he said. “Just lightening the mood. I’m just a normal man. I have money, but I didn’t go anything to earn it. I was just lucky. That’s why I try to help people out, wherever I can.” 
As he was speaking, his hand was rubbing lower on my belly. I felt my cheeks flush; I was getting hard again. His fingers brushed it, and he smiled at me, one eyebrow raised.
“I…I’m not…like I don’t usually…” I tried to stammer out something to explain myself, but he just leaned in, and, to my surprise, he tenderly kissed my lips. I whimpered, even as he took me into his fingers, stroking me delicately. I can’t tell you how long we were like that. I can tell you that it wasn’t longer before it wasn’t just him kissing me…it was the two of us making out. It had been so long. His tongue was in my mouth once I started to kiss back, and I suckled on it, even as I was thrusting at his fingers. And I squeaked into his mouth when I came, his gentle touches pushing me over the edge. He kissed me all through it, until I was panting and breathless.
He broke the kiss, gently. “It’s quite fine,” he murmured. “You’re not gay. I totally understand.” His smile made his eyes crinkle, and I closed my mouth, ears burning. He resumed washing me, though now he had to get some sticky spots out of my fur.
When he was done, he lifted me out of the tub and dried me off with the softest, fluffiest towel I’ve ever felt. He wrapped me up in it when I was dry, and we returned to his bedroom. “My clothes are gone!” I exclaimed in alarm, realizing it.
“McCallister,” he explained. “He’ll have them washed up, so you can wear them home, when you go. But it’s much too late for you to go home now,” he assured me. He lifted me into his own bed, then began undressing. The light was dim, but I have to admit, I was straining to see him. He wasn’t as impressive as John, but, for his height, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. He was hard, too, which made me squirm, especially when he climbed into bed next to me.
“Y-you want me to spend the night?” I asked, a bit flustered. He pulled me close, stroking my back, and nodded. He tucked me into the warmth of his arms, his chin resting on top of my head. I flushed, feeling so little next to him. I couldn’t resist curiosity, and I let my hands roam over him, feeling his soft fur, his warmth. He had muscle, but also some chub on him. It was a lovely combination of hard and soft. And then I remembered what else was hard. I flushed, but…I also lowered a hand, caressing that hardness. He mmmmed, softly, as my fingers caressed him. I couldn’t even get them around it, he was so thick. He had John beat in terms of girth, if not length, I was pretty sure.
“That’s right, baby,” he crooned to me. “Just like that.” I was squirming in his arms, but I was stroking him, slowly, feeling how he throbbed in my fingers. He must be close…I could feel his precum wetting my palm, and I rubbed it around the head of his shaft, because I knew I liked that when I did it to myself. He moaned, tucking me in closer, a hand on the back of my head, pressing me close to his chest. I nuzzled t him, stroking him faster, even as his hips moved. “That’s a good boy, Weekly,” he murmured to me. I was flushed with embarrassment now, but I kept going, squirming at how his sweet, kind words made me feel. When he came, he groaned loudly, turning slightly towards me, and shot his load over my belly. He chuckled, softly, when he finally relaxed. “Someone’s going to need another bath,” he teased me. “But we’ll worry about that tomorrow.” I nodded, closing my eyes, and the two of us sank into sleep together. I felt so oddly at peace.
I’m pretty sure my dream was about running away from something bad. I don’t remember specifically what. I mostly remember waking up with a startle. Where the hell was I? Wally was still holding me. “W-weekly?” he said, sleepily. “Are you okay, baby?” I wasn’t okay. I was wet, I realized suddenly. And that meant.
“Oh, no,” I moaned. “Wally…W-Wally, I ‘m so sorry.” He mumbled his confusion and turned on the bedside lamp. We could both see the small puddle I was sitting in. “Oh, God…” I sprang up, pushing Wally’s hands away.
“Weekly…honey, it’s okay…”
“It’s not…I’m sorry…I gotta go. I…I shouldn’t have come here…” My clothes had been discreetly folded and placed on the desk, and I hurriedly dressed. “I’m sorry…” I said, quickly, bursting out of the room and hurrying down the stairs, out the door, across the yard…only to get stopped by the gate. I shook it, but there was no one to let me out.
“Weekly,” Wally’s voice came from behind me. I whirled. He had pulled on a robe and slippers. “Weekly, baby…please…”
“I’m not your baby,” I hissed at him. “This was a mistake. Please let me go. I’ll…I’ll pay you for the mattress and sheets…just let me out of here.” I was keenly aware that there might be passerby. This had to look like…exactly what it was,
Wally reached out towards me. “Honey, come back to bed…it’s really not…”
I backed away. “Wally…Mr. Scole…please let me out of this gate, or I’ll yell for help! Please!”
He looked at me so sadly, but he nodded. I don’t know if he had some kind of button in his robe pocket, or someone was watching for his nod, but I heard the gate click. I pushed it open and ran for home as fast as I could. Once there, I collapsed on my own bed, shuddering. I couldn’t believe what a night I’d had. Wetting himself like some snot-nosed kid. Going home with a gay guy. Letting him touch me! Touching him! God, what a nightmare. I passed out, mercifully, and I didn’t remember anything until the morning. 
When I did get up, I scrubbed like crazy. What was I so upset about? Was it that a guy had gotten through my defenses? Had made me feel good? Or was it that I had then embarrassed myself so badly in front of him? He had been nothing but kind of me, and I had probably ruined his beautiful bed. God, I was trash. My own mattress was stained from a few accidents, and I didn’t much care any more. It was a rotten old thing, so what was one more piss stain? But everything about Wally’s home had shown me how lowly and awful I was, and I had put some nasty frosting on the cake. Hopefully, he would just forget all about me, and I could go on as is. That was what I was thinking when I walked out my front door.
So of course, he was kneeling on the street in front of my stoop. He was talking to a bunch of neighborhood kids, playing marbles with them. And, by the looks of his handful of treasures, doing fairly well. He looked ridiculous, in his expensive clothes, tongue slightly extended, one eye closed in concentration. He noticed me and smiled, and he totally flubbed the shot. The kids hooted and hollered, and he straightened up, dusting off his knees, seemingly ruefully giving away his hard-won marbles. Then he turned to me, fishing something out of the pocket of his coat. “You, uh…left your wallet last night,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind me delivering it personally, rather than popping it in the mail.” He walked up a few steps, handing it to me. Even a step below me, he was taller than I was.
“Wally,” I said, in a small voice, holding the wallet in both hands. “Look…last night…it was…”
“A mistake?” he asked, then shrugged. “I didn’t think so, but I don’t want to push my attentions where they’re not wanted. I just wanted you to have your wallet back. I’ll leave you be.” He began to walk back down the stairs. I felt suddenly flustered, not wanting him to go.
“You’re pretty good…with the marbles. You missed that last shot on purpose, though. I could tell.”
He turned back, grinning, shrugging. “Hey, if I can give away a few glass baubles to kids who don’t have too much, maybe they’ll tell their folks about me. Then maybe they’re folks will listen to what I have to say and let me help them a bit. So many are too proud to take any kind of charity.” He looked at me. "And to be clear, last night wasn’t charity. Last night was me taking a guy home who I really liked the look of. I don’t know that guy too well, but I like what I know.”
I shook my head. “Wally…I take photos for sleazy tabloids. If I could’ve, I would’ve taken pics of you and sold them. I’m not someone that a guy as…as good as you needs to be involved with.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know about that,” Wally said. “I happen to know that you’ve helped the police multiple times. You’ve shown courage and conviction. I don’t think that having to do something you don’t like to make ends meet is that terrible a sin.”
I blinked at him. “Did you do your homework before you came over this morning?”
He chuckled. “Before I headed to the club last night. I was warned by a friend at the Star that a sleazy tabloid photographer might come sniffing after me.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling a little dirty. “Is…is that why you got me into bed? Because you wanted some dirt on me as insurance?”
“No, I took you to bed, because you’re beautiful,” he said, softly, and I felt my cheeks heating up. “Especially when you blush, baby.”
I blushed harder. “W-wally….not here!” I said in alarm as he leaned in like he was going to kiss me again.
“Okay, then,” he said with a smile. “My place, 7 PM. I have a dinner meeting, but come then, and we can be alone again.”
My jaw dropped. How did things get to this point? “I…”
“Bring a change of clothing,” he said, simply. “And, if you’re going to spend the night, I might ask you for something more. Just to protect my sheets.”
“Your mattress,” I said, miserably. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s completely fine,” he assured me.” It was just a little bit. No harm done. I promise.”
I stood there, then almost heard myself say, “Okay. 7 PM.”
He smiled, warmly. “Until then.”
That day was kind of a daze, but it still went on far too long. I met John for coffee. I think he could tell something was up, but he’s a good friend, and he seems to know when not to pry. “Hey, Weekly,” he said, almost casually, “if you ever need to talk…I know I can be…kind of aloof. But you know you can talk to me, right?”
How could I possibly tell John what was going on in my head? “Sure, John. I know. Thanks.” I gave a weak little grin.
He studied my face, nodding, and left it alone.
I went home in the last afternoon and showered. Would he want me perfumed? He hasn’t seemed that kind. I just made sure I smelled okay with some deodorant. I put on clean clothes, and I headed over. This time, there was a man at the open gate, a big bulldog. I was about to introduce myself, when he nodded, and let me walk through. McCallister opened the door for me to the house. “Mr. Weekly,” he said. I noticed his voice didn’t seem to hold quite so much disdain as before. Maybe I had graduated in his opinion from one-night-sleazy-stand to multiple-night-sleazy-fling? He served me a cold glass of milk and some really excellent butter cookies, and he even smiled and thanked me when I complimented them. Wally arrived home shortly thereafter. He was dressed even more formally. “Sorry. I was hung up.”
“All went well, sir?” McCallister asked, taking his coat.
“Quite well, thank you,” my host said, beaming a smile at me. “You came. I wasn’t sure you would.”
My throat felt dry, but I cleared it. “I wasn’t either.”
“I’m glad you did.” He came over, closer, pulling me into his arms. I flushed, but McCallister politely excused himself. Wally leaned in, and I whimpered as he kissed me again. This time, I couldn’t help but lean more into him, fingers clutching to his shirt. “My baby boy,” he murmured. “Let’s go upstairs.” He took my hand, this time, leading me up.
“I…I get all flustered when you call me that,” I told him.
“Do you dislike it?” he asked, watching my face, curiously.
I shook my head. “N-no…just no one has before.” 
Something sparkled in his eyes when I said that. “Good,” he said, softly. Once we were in the bedroom, he undressed me again. I reached up to help him, but he stopped me. “I’ve got it,” he assured me. “Just relax and let Daddy take care of everything.” A strange thrill went up my spine when he referred to himself as Daddy, and I felt my small cock throbbing in my pants. So did he, when he started undressing me there. “My growing baby boy,” he teased me.
I swallowed, then reached out, feeling him up through his pants. He was hard too, and I squeezed, gently. “My big Daddy,” I whispered. It felt so deliciously wrong to say it, but it also felt so good. He seemed to like it too, because he lifted me up, naked, and sat me on his bed.
“I want you, baby boy,” he murmured to me. “But as I told you earlier, I have a request if you stay the night.” He reached behind himself and handed me something.
My eyes went wide as I found myself holding a cloth diaper. “W-what? You…you want me to…?”
“Well,” he said, rubbing my belly, acting very nonchalant for someone who’d just shown me this, “if you have another accident, it’ll stop you from soaking my sheets.” My ears burned red. “And I think you’ll look pretty damned cute in it, too.”
Wait…what? I looked at him. Oh…I suddenly understood. This was the kink that the Star wanted me to expose. But…I mean…it seemed pretty harmless. And it did seem only fair…I didn’t want to ruin his sheets. “I…I mean…”
He put his finger under my chin, lifting me to look into his eyes. “Is it a deal…baby?”
I knew how red my cheeks and ears must be, but I nodded. “Y-yeah…I guess so.”
He kissed my forehead. “Yes, what?” he asked.
I burned even redder. “Y-yes, Daddy.” His smile was almost triumphant, and then he laid me back, took the diaper, and began sliding it under me. “W-what? Now?”
“Yes,” he said, gently but insistently. “Be a good boy.” When the baby powder came out, I almost said no, but…well…I know I don’t always smell that great. If this made me smell a little nicer…I guessed…why not? I lay back, little boner bobbing as he powdered me, rubbing it into my groin and then my rump. I could help but moan as he massaged me back there. It felt so good. And when he caressed one finger over my pucker, I gasped! Like I said, I’d had encounters before. But this was damned far from some back alley, nervous fumblings with some guy terrified his wife would find out what he did at night. And it was a lifetime away from the gritted teeth, holding onto the bottom bunk in a prison cell, letting a guy do what he wanted so that he’d watch your back in the yard. It was soft. It was sweet. It was being done with...tenderness. Maybe even love. And I sighed and moaned, lying back some more.
“Mmmm…we’ll get to that later, baby boy,” he assured me, before folding up the diaper and pinning it into place. He patted my lap, then lifted me into his arms. He was so much bigger than I was. I wasn’t baby sized to him, but I was certainly child-sized. Was that why he was interested? Maybe… But his touches were gentle, and his kisses softly soothed me. Soon, he was rocking me in his lap, and I found myself almost dozing. “Did you get dinner?”
I roused a little, looking up at him. “A little…and I had some milk and cookies when I got here.”
He smiled and nodded. “Good. McCallister bakes very well. But I bet my growing boy still has a little room, hmmm?” He rubbed my belly, and I was about to say I was okay, when it betrayed me by giving a little growl. He chuckled. “Good thing I was prepared for this.” He pulled a rope, and, to my shock, McCallister walked in shortly thereafter. I squirmed upon him seeing me, but Wally smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. I told him this would be likely.”
McCallister smiled, seeing me. “I must say, your baby boy cleans up very well.” He patted my hair, handed something to Wally, and then stepped out.
I was so embarrassed and flabbergasted that I couldn’t make myself speak. I hid my face in Wally’s chest a bit, but he coaxed me out. “Here we go, baby,” he murmured, and something pushed gently into my mouth. I realized all too quickly it was a large baby bottle. A moment later, I tasted warm, sweet milk, and I flushed. “I remembered your drink from the bar, hmm? This has a little honey, and it’s warm to help you relax.” I didn’t know what to do, and I sat there, frozen. Until my taste buds told me just how nice the warm, honey-milk was, and I swallowed, despite myself.
“Good boy,” Wally crooned. He rocked me a little, holding the bottle in place, and, sure enough, I soon found myself suckling on it, drinking like the infant he was treating me as. Wally smiled as I surrendered to this. I mean…the milk was good… I was comfortable. If this was helping my new friend…and yeah, I was thinking of him as a friend…if this helped him feel good, what was the harm? I even started to feel happy and a little funny after a bit. Or maybe giddy is a better word. It was all so silly, but I just felt happy. This was kind of fun, honestly. When I finished the bottle, I somehow wasn’t surprised when he popped a pacifier in my mouth. And I cuddled up to him and he stroked me all over. When his hand rested between my legs, I spread them, and he stroked me through my diaper. I was hard in no time, even rocking to thrust into his fingers. When I came, it was holding onto him, warmly. I gave a soft little cry, and he hugged me. “Good boy,” he told me again. I think I fell asleep after that.
When I woke up, it was dark out. I was in his arms, and I knew I’d wet the diapers. I whimpered, and he woke up. He felt me and yawned. “Okay, baby. One sec.” There was no complaint. He just turned on the light, took out a new diaper, this one blue with little printed blocks on it. He popped my pacifier into my mouth and changed me, using cool wipes to clean me up and powdering me again. With the new diaper pinned in place, we both drifted off again.
I woke up again, dry and comfortable. I had lost my pacifier, but I was suckling softly on one of his fingers. He was making soft little murmurs in his sleep, and I felt how hard he was against me. I flushed, pulling off his fingers, reaching down to take him into my hand. He moaned, softly. I smiled. He was so sweet to me…Wally…my Daddy. I leaned down, kissing around the crown of his cock. He stirred a little in his sleep as I took him into my mouth, having to open wide for it. I felt his hand on my head. “Weekly…my baby boy,” he crooned, half-asleep. He gently guided me up and down. I’m not expert at sucking dick, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered. “You can pull off if you need to.” What a gentlemanly offer….but I stayed where I was, and he fed me milk for the second time that evening. I couldn’t swallow it all at first, and a lot ended up on my chin and chest. I swallowed some, and he seemed so proud. He used a wipe to clean me up, then tugged me back in, and we fell asleep again. 
I was still dry when I woke up next, and it was morning. Wally was in his robe, nearby. He noticed my slow fussing, and he wasted no time scooping me up, hugging me into his lap, cuddling me. “Hungry?” he asked. I nodded, and he rang the bell. It was less embarrassing to have McCallister carry in my bottle this time, and the smile they both gave me made me smile back. I guessed this wasn’t so bad, really. I happily drank my bottle, relaxing, until I was almost dozing. “I have to go to a charity auction shortly, but McCallister will get you all ready for the day.” He smiled, slyly. “I want you to wear whatever he puts you in. Will you promise Daddy?”
“Uh…” I squirmed “Is it going to be…anything embarrassing?”
He smiled warmly. “Only in terms of undergarments. No one will see those.”
I hesitated. He meant for me to wear diapers out under my clothes. It was odd enough to do it behind closed doors, but in public? Still…who’d notice? And, if anything, they’d probably prevent any little accidents if I couldn’t get to a bathroom in time.
“Will you promise Daddy?” he asked again.
 I found myself nodding. “I promise, Daddy.”
Wally went out, and McCallister soon came in. I tried to explain to him that I could bathe myself, but he ignored me, gently undressing and even carrying me. “Mr. Scole was very clear in his instructions.” He bathed me in the Master Bath’s tub, using a really nice smelling shampoo. I guess I could put up with a bit of fussing. I was soon dry, and, sure enough, he was laying out a diaper for me that looked…mostly…like normal underwear. At least it was white. I was shocked when he powdered me, rubbing it into me much like Wally had. But it was very professional and not sexual at all. I was soon diapered, then dressed in the same clothes I’d worn there. They had been freshly laundered. He handed me a bag with a thermos of cold milk and cookies, then escorted me to the front door. “Mr. Scole is very fond of you,” he told me, “and I’m starting to see why.” He smiled, and I smiled back.
“You’re a good friend to him, Mr. McCallister.”
He patted my bottom. “You can call me uncle Ricky,” he told me, gently. That flustered me a bit, but I headed out and was not only let out by the gate guard, but another man drove me home in a nice car.
John’s eyes narrowed at me after a bit. “You smell good,” he said, sounding surprised.
“Oh…” I wondered if he could smell the baby powder. “Do I?”
“Hmm…yeah…” He cocked his head. “Are you seeing a new girl?”
“Uh…kinda…” I felt awkward and it probably showed.
John rarely missed a chance to tease me, but he must’ve seen something. He nodded. “Are you happy?” he asked.
I didn’t have to think too hard. “I…yeah…it’s really different, but I’m really happy. Uh…I’m not sure how much to explain…”
He held up his hands. “I really don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Weekly. If you’re happy, I’m glad.”
And that was that. 
I was seeing Wally quite often. Multiple times a week. I would go over, and what we did depended. Mostly, he held me, and we’d cuddle. Sometimes he would feed me a bottle. Sometimes a load of cum. He kept me diapered pretty much constantly. One time, he sucked me rather than jerked me off, but I had to admit I liked being rubbed through the diapers even more, and he smiled and nodded when I told him.
He never tried to fuck me, but he did play with my bottom. He would use baby oil, slicking up a finger, moving it lightly inside me an inch or two. Once I used to this, he would move deeper, or add a second finger. A couple of times, he helped me take a small toy that stayed inside. It all felt good, but I was nervous…he was so thick.
One thing I noticed is that he never brought up the other door in the bedroom. I asked me about it, and he smiled. “Not yet,” he would tell me. It was something to do with his kinks…I was increasingly sure of that now. I could tell there was a good-sized room in there after getting to know the layout of the house. I was starting to have an idea, and I began to realize how much I wanted to go in there with him and find out more. 
One day, he surprised me by going over to the door, opening it, and going in. When he came out, he brought an adorable little sailor suit onesie, and he dressed me in it after bathing me and diapering me. He popped the pacifier in my mouth and a little sailor hat on my head. Then he lifted me, carrying me out of the room! It felt strange to be out of the room, but babied, but he treated it very calmly. He just walked me around inside and into the back gardens. A few of his staff were there, but he’d already assured me everyone who worked for him was aware of his proclivities. They just treated me like a baby. And it felt…kind of good.
McCallister would often get me ready in the morning when I stayed over, and soon it seemed second nature to accept his attentions. He was never inappropriate with me, and I had gotten very fond of him. He seemed like he’d gotten fond of me, too. “You know, dear boy,” he told me one day, “he’s had a few boys that he’s spent a little time with, but not like you.” He stroked under my chin. “I think you’re quite special to him.” He ruffled my hair.
It was such a weird time. I loved being with Wally, but, when we weren’t together, I worried all the time. What if he got exposed? What if someone found out? What if he rejected me? Could I actually be happy with a guy? I was both the happiest and the most miserable I could be.
John caught me one day. “Alright, Weekly, why do you always smell of baby powder these days?”
I squeaked in alarm. “I just…I’m just using a…um…a medicinal powder…to improve how I smell. You always used to complain. Now I smell too good? Make up your mind,” I said, trying to sound like I was joking. Inwardly, I was panicking.
John grabbed me in a noogie. “Oh yeah? You sure you’re not hiding something? Your new girlfriend making you wear…” He patted my ass. He’d done it before, in a locker room kind of way. We both froze, however, as he clearly knew what I was wearing at once. “Oh, Jeez, Weekly…I’m sorry…”
I pulled away, trying not to cry. “Hey…hey, buddy…c’mon.” He smiled, shrugging it off. “It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. Remember that guy in Pasadena that wanted to be treated like a donkey? If you and your girlfriend are into that…”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I said, softly. “His…his name is Wally.”
“Oh…Jeez…” He sat down, looking at the floor. Then he looked at me. “But…you said you’re happy, right?”
I hugged myself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy, John.”
He smiled. “Then I couldn’t be happier, for both of you.”
I blinked, staring at him. “So you don’t think…um…I’m a freak?”
He grinned, lopsidedly. “No more than usual, you little pervert. Anyway, what did you have for me with the Simpson case?”
And that was that. John had managed to nail everything into place for me. I was happy. I loved being with Wally. I…I loved Wally. My Daddy.
I wasn’t seeing Wally that night, and it was torture. When I came the next night, though, I hugged him as soon as I saw him. “Well now,” he laughed. “What’s this for?” I normally wasn’t so physically affectionate when Uncle Ricky was around.
“I…I been thinking about a lot. And…um…” I squirmed. “I think…no…I know…I love you, Daddy.”
It was the scariest thing I’ve ever said. He stared at me a moment, and I was afraid I’d ruined everything. But he slowly warmed into that smile that had intoxicated me so many times. “I love you, too, baby. My Weekly.” He led me upstairs, checked my diapers (I was dry), and then led me to the locked door. He opened it, and led me inside.
As I’d guessed, it was a nursery, complete with a crib, toys, a changing table, a high chair, and everything I could imagine. Everything was sized for a much-too-large baby. He lifted me in his arms, showing everything to me. “I always hoped I’d be able to share this room with someone. I’ve had a few close calls, but you’re the first person other than McCallister and I who’ve been in here.” He hugged me, and I hugged back. “Are you my son, Weekly?”
I nodded, not daring to speak. He undressed me, until I was only in diapers, and then he carried me over to the large bed I’d noticed in one corner. It was one of several adult pieces of furniture in the room. He laid me in it on my belly, and then stood where I could see him, undressing, smiling at me. I realized what was going to happen, but I wasn’t nervous any more. He spent a long time with the baby oil and his fingers, getting me ready. When we wanted to take a break, I would suck him for a bit, or he would rub my lap through the diapers. Finally, he put my pacifier in my mouth, and he moved in behind me, taking my diapers down in back. He rubbed the thickness of his knob along my hole, and I whimpered. I wanted it so bad now.
We rocked like that a long time, with him cuddling me and crooning in my ear. When he finally penetrated, I cried out, losing my pacifier, but he soon slipped it back into my mouth. It took some doing, but ever inch he moved into me seemed to open up new sensations. I knew about my prostate, so that, when he rubbed over It, I wasn’t shocked by the jolts of pleasure it gave me. He moves to slowly and gently for such a long time, until he was sliding his whole thickness through me. It ached, but it was a good ache now. 
He held me tightly, thrusting more firmly and with longer strokes. I felt something building inside me, but I doubted it would be set off by this. He was moaning beautifully in my ear, and I found myself almost babbling around my pacifier, trying to tell him how much I loved him, how good it felt. His rolling, rocking thrusts kept making me whimper and moan loudly. And when he really began working at me, I could feel his balls slapping mine, adding to the ache. When he came, it was without any warning but a loud series of groans, and I knew he was making me his. Afterwards, he stayed inside me, rolled us both to our sides, and began to rub me through my diapers. I wasn’t even fully hard, but it took little effort to make me cum, and I cried out at how good it felt. 
Lying there, he whispered all kinds of things to me. He made sure I knew I could come live with him…even get officially adopted…become his actual son. It didn’t matter to me…I already was his real son, as far as I was concerned. I wasn’t sure I’d move in. I wanted to be with him, but I wanted to protect him, too. Even though he assured me a lot of people he worked with were of a similar mind, and that there were parties he wanted to take me to where I’d meet other Daddies and babies, I wanted to make sure he was safe. It was a cruel world, and not everyone is open-minded like John.
He didn’t need long until he was ready for more, and soon enough I had been given two nice loads by my Daddy. He tugged up my diapers, and I dozed off, feeling his cum oozing into the seat of them. And all I knew is that, we’d take things one day at a time….but I’d love him for always.