Surrender, Surrender

Chapter 2
Surrender...

Chapter Description: Monday afternoon. Joe is invited to the home of Tim, his longtime (and far more experienced) friend in the AR and infantilist scenes. Together they embark an an exploration of vulnerability and intimacy.

At age 56, Tim Edwin had spent almost exactly twice as long drawing breath as his friend, Joe. For that reason (and because he outstripped Joe in both intelligence and wit), he -- an adult baby and age regression enthusiast himself -- was less a mere friend to Joe as he was a big brother. Or "big bruvver," as Joe had long ago taken to calling him.

About 15 hours after the final credits rolled on the film Joe had chosen to see Sunday night, Tim welcomed him with open arms at his front door. Joe embraced Tim tightly and smiled as he felt the familiar love of his good friend wash over him.

"I didn’t expect to see you on a weekday afternoon," Tim offered.

"I only came by for you," smiled Joe, stepping inside at Tim’s invitational motion and dropping off a small backpack of supplies. "You’ve been making me feel... well... little lately, hehe."

"I’m glad. I know how much you’ve been needing some little time."

"Betcha can’t guess what I’m wearing," Joe said with a sheepish grin.

"Is widdle Joey all padded?"

Joe blushed. It was true. "I got padded last night before the movies. Then I didn’t even have to go during the movie. So... I stayed padded for beddy-bye and... um... soaked myself in the middle of the night. Now I’m... ah" -- at this, Joe paused a bit -- "...keeping on my puffy padding beneath my jean shorts and t-shirt."

At this, Joe blushed. He had talked too quickly. How much was a slob was he, that he didn’t even change his wet diaper between 3 AM and 2 PM? What would Tim have to say about such questionable grooming habits?

"Awww... what a good boy," Tim beamed, the smile on his face genuine and more than a little excited. "Stayed wet and padded just for his big bruvver."

Without another word, Joe hugged Tim tight and stuck his thumb in his mouth. He felt like a good baby.

"That’s right..." Tim cooed, stroking Joe’s back reassuringly. "Let those feelings wash over you. That thumb feels so good in your mouth."

The truth is, it did. Joe had been a thumbsucker from the day of his birth until his 13th birthday, when he vowed to quit. At age 14, he discovered paraphilic infantilism, and saw no need to give up on sucking his thumb if that’s what he damn well wanted to do.

Tim hugged Joe tight and pet his padded bottom. The telltale squish of wicked-away urine silenced whatever crinkles may have been left in that particular pair.

Then, Tim led Joe by the hand to his twin-sized crib, undid the side of it, then invited the 28-year-old onto its balloon- and teddy-bear-bedecked sheets (with the audible sound of waterproofing beneath). Joe climbed into the crib, ensured the duo had brought with them some supplies, and laid down upon a pillow with his thumb still in his mouth. Tim lifted up the side of the crib and clicked the bars into place.

"Big bruvver..." Joe cooed, snuggling up closely to Tim. Then he pressed his fingers into the fly of his jean shorts to listen to the squish his diaper made. "It so sq’ithy I can’t even feel my peepee Tim... mutht be widdwe wike a baaay-bee’s, hehehe."

Tim grinned despite himself. It didn’t take very much at all to turn his 28-year-old friend into a boy one-twentieth his age. He giggled.

"Is big bruvver aww padded?" asked Joey.

"Nuh uh..." Tim said, shaking his head. "Still in my shorts, t-shirt, and big-boy underpants."

Joey looked down at himself morosely and saw that he was in the same anachronistic condition. Quickly, and without missing a beat, he took off his t-shirt, jean shorts, shoes, and socks... and dumped them outside the crib (out of sight, out of reach, out of mind) so that he was left only in his wet padding.

Joey poked the front of his diaper curiously. It indented inward, then popped out with a nearly-imperceptible slosh. He felt as though he had an erection but there was really no way for him to be sure.

It was awesome.

"Oooh, big bruvver... my diapees feew so good... wan’ widdwe Joey to put you in one?"

Tim reached out to squeeze the front of Joey’s diapee. "You made peepee like a widdle baby, Joey... I wanna diapee, too."

Joey giggled and nodded. "I made WOTSA peepees... but dis diapee can still hold wots. Jimy wan’ a dwy diapee of hiw own or... he wan twy wearin’ Joey’s diapee for a while?"

Tim pulled off his t-shirt and shorts and laid down on his back in just his tighty-whities. "I wanna feel wet like a little baby too Joey... can I twy wearin’ your diapee?" At this request, he couldn’t help but blush and giggle.

Joey grinned and nodded happily... Tim was so cute in just his tighty-whities and Joey knew there was only one way to make him even cuter. He slid down the elder boy’s undies, helping his penis to spring free... the organ looked like it was getting bigger and bigger the more time Tim spent in the crib with Joey.

The latter boy undid his own squishy and yellowed diaper. When his peepee sprung free, Tim noticed that it and all the rest of the young man was totally hairless (except for atop Joey’s head). Joey slid the squishy garment beneath Tim’s bottom and poofed powdies all over the man’s crotch so that he wouldn’t get a rash, and he slowly started to massage it in.

The scent of the wet diaper and the baby powder filled the room and both little Timmy and little Joey’s peepees stuck out hard and happy.

"You know your big bwuver wikes it when you rub the powdies in," Timmy smiled; he was totally hairless, too, and gently wiggling his bottom into Joey’s wet diapee.

Joey observed as the slit of Timmy’s peepee dribbled out a little desire. Joey leaned over and kissed the translucent bubble away, letting a long, clear string of Timmy’s pre connect the older boy’s penis to Joey’s lips.

"Timmy wikes Joey’s diapee, hmm?" He playfully and slowly leaned down to give the head of Timmy’s peepee a suckle. He tastes more of Timmy’s sweetness washing over his tongue and he bobbed his head down once, then twice, watching Timmy moan and squirm beneath him. After a little bit of this, though, he finished powdering the aching cock, massaging the warm powdies into Timmy’s thighs, then pulled the squishy diaper up over his rock-hard erection ad held it to his tummy, taping up each side so that the garment was nice and secure and tented out.

Joey sat on his ankles and sucked his thumb in satisfaction, pronouncing Timmy nice and diapered, his own peepee dribbling onto the crib sheet beneath him. He giggled softly and played with his peepee like a little baby before lying down next to Timmy.

to be continued...

...coming up next: AR Relief