Surrender, Surrender

Chapter 1
Prologue

Chapter Description: Sunday evening. 28-year-old Joe Roberts decides to treat himself to a night out at the movies... making sure not to forget any crucial supplies.

It wasn’t until Joe Roberts climbed out of the shower and toweled himself off that his eyes fell upon the movie schedule for that evening and came across something of a rude surprise: The film of his choosing, an arty number which had brought in universal acclaim, clocked in at nearly three hours rather than the two for which the young man had planned.

He briefly considered delaying his trip to the theater but concluded, ultimately, that the movie would be just as long whenever he decided to go again. So instead he retired briefly to his bedroom to get ready for the extended showing.

Eight bucks for a bag of buttery popcorn: check. Two full bottles of ice cold water to combat the dry mouth with which his nightly medication cursed his days: check.

But for all that water, he’d need some protection.

Joe smiled as he opened his closet door and removed from it a pair of Bambino Bellissimos, designer infantilist diapers that promised intense comfort of the double-thick variety, a carrying capacity of four liters, and the most babyish prints and adult diaper could offer.

The young man, still naked and a little damp from his shower, smiled as he splayed out the diaper on his queen-sized bed. He bit his lip in intense anticipation as he centered his ass on the soft cotton polymers of the garment and twisted open a bottle of baby powder. He was generous with the lavender-scented talcum, rubbing it into his crotch and thighs even as his cock began to stiffen and drip with need.

But he ignored his sexual proclivities and instead pulled the garment up between his thighs, securing it tightly to his tummy with its two pairs of tapes and tucking in the legbands with fingertips shaking with elation.

He was ready for a three-hour movie. He slipped a pair of boxer-briefs atop the diaper to minimize crinkling, dressed himself in a belted pair of denim jean shorts and a blue t-shirt, and tucked his bottles of ice water into his pocket.

The movie itself was very good, and though Joe consumed a quantity of salty popcorn and went through both of his water bottles, he didn’t feel the need to saturate his diapers throughout the course of the runtime. So, instead, he drove home, popped a sleeping pill, and retired to bed after stripping off his shirt, shorts, shoes, and socks.

Hours later, towards the witching hour, Joe woke up in the middle of the night with the need to use the restroom. He was cuddled deeply into his bed and undressed down to his dry diaper. With a half-awake smile, he took to the kneeling position and made sure his cock was positioned in such a way so as not to risk leaks... and he let it go, emptying the hot contents of his bladder into the thirsty polymers that surrounded his loins.

Joe sighed happily and babyishly as the warmth trickled around his shaft, dripped down his balls, and wicked up his backside. It’s a sensation with which only infantilists are familiar and it’s one he wishes to his closest friends.

Eventually, the storm ebbed, and Joe twitched off a final few droplets into his thirsty diaper. Then he re-swaddled himself in his bedclothes, stuck his thumb in his mouth, and went back to sleep.

Little did he know, he had just set into motion a series of events that would color his weekend... and perhaps change the tenor of his entire existence.

to be continued...

...coming up next: DL Release