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Luckily for him, that problem doesn't last long.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Fan, a blue-furred red panda, is off to college, and he has no idea how to hide his diapers from his new roommate. Luckily for him, that problem doesn't last long.","writing":"I charge back to the dorms and to my room. Once inside, I rip off my shirt and pants to examine the damage. My diaper sags a good three inches without my pants, and I'm suddenly grateful that my mom has been repeatedly moving me into thicker and thicker diapers over the years. But time is of the essence. I tear my boxes open and grab all the supplies for a good change.\nI lay out my changing mat in between mine and Harmoo's beds, and I set all of the supplies to the side of it. With a slosh, I sit myself down gingerly, praying my diaper doesn't pop. I rip the tapes quickly, cursing their completely obvious, loud, squeaking tears as they finally pull off the plastic front of my diaper. I unfold the diaper front, revealing my little sheath and balls. The room is cold enough that they shrivel further, and I frown down at myself. Why couldn't I have a package that could grab Harmoo's attention?\nI pull the diaper out from under me and ball it up. I'll need to find a place to hide or toss these things real quick.\nI wipe myself thoroughly and cover every crack and crevice of my groin and bottom with rash cream. I have no idea how often I'm going to get to change, and I do not want a rash on my first day!\nI grab my fresh diaper and place it under me, sprinkling baby powder on the back before laying onto it. The cool, calming scent of the powder almost gets me to lay there naked for a minute, but I suddenly remember that I have no idea when Harmoo is going to burst through that door. I powder my front thoroughly as well, and I pull the front of the diaper up over my groin. I slowly work the tapes into the closest to correct places that I can get them, still unsure of my tape job.\nFinally, finally, I feel clean again. I take in a deep breath and smell the powder again. I sigh and hum to myself a little nursery rhyme.\nI get up and pack everything back into the box. Then I pull back on my clothes. I'm definitely going to miss my consistent diapers-only time from home. As I stand around for a minute already feeling homesick, I slowly regather myself and remember that I am wasting what little time I have to get everything in order. I jump back into action, opening the closet and estimating whether I can fit all of my diapers in it. The boxes won't fit, but I could probably stack the plastic diaper bags in it two by two. I have to try anyway, so I start pulling out bag after bag of my thick, white Crinkewags and stacking them into the closet. It sort of works, and there is at least a little room above them. I take out my shirts and clothes hangers and put them all as squished next to the diapers as possible. They just barely fit. Then I get all of my pants and put them on top of the shelf. Finally, I shove all my changing supplies on top of the diapers, and I put my binky and my big stuffed wolf - whose little cloth diaper I take off and hide under my pants - on top of the pants. I close the closet and finally feel some relief that my secrets are safely hidden behind its flimsy door.\nNow, to do the bed. I open up my final box and immediately my heart sinks. The very top item is a big, thick, waterproof mattress cover. I'd forgotten the last piece of damning evidence, and it has to not only go on the bed, but be covered with the rest of the bedding before Harmoo gets back. I grab it out and shake it open. Luckily, my mom called the school to ask how big the beds were and got the right size. I crinkle to the bed and sprawl across it, haphazardly pulling and tugging the cover into place. Before I even have three of the sides right, there's a knock on the door. I shoot straight up in the bed, the cover pulling with me and almost tripping me.\nI hear Harmoo's voice from outside say, \"Hey! It's me, Moo! You in there Fan!? You decent!?\"\n\"Ah- uh- gimme a minute!\" I shout back. I pull the cover fully off and run to my closet. I open the door to see my tower of baby once more, and I blush heavily while shoving the cover onto the top of it. The door barely shuts, but it stays closed.\nI rush back to the door and stop to make sure my diaper isn't showing. I dust off the bottom lip of my shirt that is covered in baby powder, and I glance at the wall clock to see that it has been several hours since I got back to the room. Crap, I must have zoned out more than I thought. I open the door.\nHarmoo is hopping from foot to foot in the door frame, clearly in a hurry. He rushes past me, and I barely manage to pull back to avoid our collision. I hear my diaper crinkle quite audibly as I do so, and my blush only grows redder.\nHarmoo doesn't seem to notice as he grabs his bag then stops for a second to look at me.\n\"I didn't see you at lunch.\" He says, sounding disappointed.\n\"I- wasn't feeling hungry- so I started unpacking…\" I say, knowing full well I am definitely hungry.\nHe snaps back in a concerned, almost affectionate tone, \"That's not healthy! No food on a big day!? I better not catch you skipping meals anymore, or I'm gonna have to start dragging you to the dining hall with me.\"\n\"Okay…\" I say, flustered by his concern. I continue choppily, \"I- I'll make sure to eat. I promise…\"\n\"Good good,\" he says, and he begins to walk to the door. \"Have to get to class quick. See you for dinner?\"\n\"Yes, yeah…\" I respond.\n\"Sweet! Okay, bye!\" He says. He holds up a hand to high five me and my brain takes a full three seconds to process it before I return his gesture. The clap rings through the room as he rushes out the door. I peek out the door frame to watch him leave and see his little black puffed tail disappear down the stairs at the end of the hall. I sigh, feeling butterflies welling up in my stomach yet again. Then, my stomach growls, and I wish I'd gone to lunch with him.\nI close the door and glance over the room, mopily trying to decide if I should make my bed and then prepare for my classes tomorrow or just take a nap. I realize that I do have the next hour and a half to myself. I definitely could have some diapers-only time after all. I giggle to myself, feeling naughty as I strip down to just my big, thick diaper. This little bit of time when Harmoo is in Chemistry every day will have to do for my chilling time.\nI kind of want to take a nap at this point. Today has already been too much, and I haven't even thought of how I'm going to change tonight before bed. A nap actually sounds really good right now.\nI get back to making my bed, this time in just my diaper. I stretch the waterproof cover over the bed and then get my sheets and blankets out. I blush at how babyish my covers are, covered in cartoony pictures of little astronauts and stars and planets. I put them on and consider turning them upside down for a second, but looking at them still makes me feel so inspired and excited that I can't not use them.\nWith my bed ready, I still feel a little hungry, but I'm already too exhausted from the day. I grab my phone and set an alarm for 1 hour, which should give me twenty or more minutes to get dressed again before Harmoo gets back. I stretch and yawn, padding over to my bed and crawling onto it. I don't even get under the covers before I'm half asleep. My eyes feel dreadfully heavy and refuse to even open, and I lay in a hazy stooper, daydreaming about bottles and pacifiers and stuffed animals. A string of thoughts about hugging and cuddling and kissing, mostly with Harmoo involved, run through my mind. I feel cozy and comfortable finally, and I let myself lay with my crinkly underwear exposed, confident that my alarm will wake me in time.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"I charge back to the dorms and to my room. Once inside, I rip off my shirt and pants to examine the damage. My diaper sags a good three inches without my pants, and I'm suddenly grateful that my mom has been repeatedly moving me into thicker and thicker diapers over the years. But time is of the essence. I tear my boxes open and grab all the supplies for a good change.
I lay out my changing mat in between mine and Harmoo's beds, and I set all of the supplies to the side of it. With a slosh, I sit myself down gingerly, praying my diaper doesn't pop. I rip the tapes quickly, cursing their completely obvious, loud, squeaking tears as they finally pull off the plastic front of my diaper. I unfold the diaper front, revealing my little sheath and balls. The room is cold enough that they shrivel further, and I frown down at myself. Why couldn't I have a package that could grab Harmoo's attention?
I pull the diaper out from under me and ball it up. I'll need to find a place to hide or toss these things real quick.
I wipe myself thoroughly and cover every crack and crevice of my groin and bottom with rash cream. I have no idea how often I'm going to get to change, and I do not want a rash on my first day!
I grab my fresh diaper and place it under me, sprinkling baby powder on the back before laying onto it. The cool, calming scent of the powder almost gets me to lay there naked for a minute, but I suddenly remember that I have no idea when Harmoo is going to burst through that door. I powder my front thoroughly as well, and I pull the front of the diaper up over my groin. I slowly work the tapes into the closest to correct places that I can get them, still unsure of my tape job.
Finally, finally, I feel clean again. I take in a deep breath and smell the powder again. I sigh and hum to myself a little nursery rhyme.
I get up and pack everything back into the box. Then I pull back on my clothes. I'm definitely going to miss my consistent diapers-only time from home. As I stand around for a minute already feeling homesick, I slowly regather myself and remember that I am wasting what little time I have to get everything in order. I jump back into action, opening the closet and estimating whether I can fit all of my diapers in it. The boxes won't fit, but I could probably stack the plastic diaper bags in it two by two. I have to try anyway, so I start pulling out bag after bag of my thick, white Crinkewags and stacking them into the closet. It sort of works, and there is at least a little room above them. I take out my shirts and clothes hangers and put them all as squished next to the diapers as possible. They just barely fit. Then I get all of my pants and put them on top of the shelf. Finally, I shove all my changing supplies on top of the diapers, and I put my binky and my big stuffed wolf - whose little cloth diaper I take off and hide under my pants - on top of the pants. I close the closet and finally feel some relief that my secrets are safely hidden behind its flimsy door.
Now, to do the bed. I open up my final box and immediately my heart sinks. The very top item is a big, thick, waterproof mattress cover. I'd forgotten the last piece of damning evidence, and it has to not only go on the bed, but be covered with the rest of the bedding before Harmoo gets back. I grab it out and shake it open. Luckily, my mom called the school to ask how big the beds were and got the right size. I crinkle to the bed and sprawl across it, haphazardly pulling and tugging the cover into place. Before I even have three of the sides right, there's a knock on the door. I shoot straight up in the bed, the cover pulling with me and almost tripping me.
I hear Harmoo's voice from outside say, "Hey! It's me, Moo! You in there Fan!? You decent!?"
"Ah- uh- gimme a minute!" I shout back. I pull the cover fully off and run to my closet. I open the door to see my tower of baby once more, and I blush heavily while shoving the cover onto the top of it. The door barely shuts, but it stays closed.
I rush back to the door and stop to make sure my diaper isn't showing. I dust off the bottom lip of my shirt that is covered in baby powder, and I glance at the wall clock to see that it has been several hours since I got back to the room. Crap, I must have zoned out more than I thought. I open the door.
Harmoo is hopping from foot to foot in the door frame, clearly in a hurry. He rushes past me, and I barely manage to pull back to avoid our collision. I hear my diaper crinkle quite audibly as I do so, and my blush only grows redder.
Harmoo doesn't seem to notice as he grabs his bag then stops for a second to look at me.
"I didn't see you at lunch." He says, sounding disappointed.
"I- wasn't feeling hungry- so I started unpacking…" I say, knowing full well I am definitely hungry.
He snaps back in a concerned, almost affectionate tone, "That's not healthy! No food on a big day!? I better not catch you skipping meals anymore, or I'm gonna have to start dragging you to the dining hall with me."
"Okay…" I say, flustered by his concern. I continue choppily, "I- I'll make sure to eat. I promise…"
"Good good," he says, and he begins to walk to the door. "Have to get to class quick. See you for dinner?"
"Yes, yeah…" I respond.
"Sweet! Okay, bye!" He says. He holds up a hand to high five me and my brain takes a full three seconds to process it before I return his gesture. The clap rings through the room as he rushes out the door. I peek out the door frame to watch him leave and see his little black puffed tail disappear down the stairs at the end of the hall. I sigh, feeling butterflies welling up in my stomach yet again. Then, my stomach growls, and I wish I'd gone to lunch with him.
I close the door and glance over the room, mopily trying to decide if I should make my bed and then prepare for my classes tomorrow or just take a nap. I realize that I do have the next hour and a half to myself. I definitely could have some diapers-only time after all. I giggle to myself, feeling naughty as I strip down to just my big, thick diaper. This little bit of time when Harmoo is in Chemistry every day will have to do for my chilling time.
I kind of want to take a nap at this point. Today has already been too much, and I haven't even thought of how I'm going to change tonight before bed. A nap actually sounds really good right now.
I get back to making my bed, this time in just my diaper. I stretch the waterproof cover over the bed and then get my sheets and blankets out. I blush at how babyish my covers are, covered in cartoony pictures of little astronauts and stars and planets. I put them on and consider turning them upside down for a second, but looking at them still makes me feel so inspired and excited that I can't not use them.
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