It’s been a while but this is a concept I’ve been toying with for a long time. I originally thought of writing this in the first person, but I hate doing that, I always feel like it’s the easy way out. Then I came up with some character names that I hated, so I thought I’d write a story with “no names”. It’s proved to be a challenge for sure and we’ll see if I can pull it off all the way through. As with most of my stories, the setting is the 80’s; no Pull-ups, no internet, no mobile phones, and thick crinkly plastic backed diapers. I don’t know where I’m taking this one but I’m having fun with it. If anyone finds it too racy for the site, I’ll apologize in advance and not be hurt if it’s removed. Lastly I haven’t fully proofed it yet, sorry for any mistakes.
Hope you like it.
The Witches Next Door
He’d had a diaper fetish for as long as he could remember, and had learned to live with it as an adult. It had taken years to accept it as part of himself as it had started when he was very young. He never knew why, but as a child, he always had a strange obsession with diapers and a desire to wear them. He never actually had access to real baby diapers when he was that young…at least not before the age of 13. He would indulge his desires by making fake diapers out of anything that would work, using towels, tissues, plastic garbage bags and tape, anything that he could fashion into a diaper. The desires became even stronger as he approached puberty.
Nearly every night after bed time when alone in his room, he would find a way to wear his fake diapers. He would wait until he was sure his parents were asleep and there was no threat of being disturbed, then he would put on his fake diaper. He didn’t know what He was doing at the time, only that it felt good, it felt right; it felt like something he needed to do. Finally one night when he was 12, he had his first climax while wearing one of the fake diapers.
He had filled his underwear with two stacks of Kleenex tissues, one in the front, one in the back, and He was humping his pillow. The pillow humping was something new; he had started doing that several months earlier because he had started to get boners when thinking of diapers and while wearing the fake diapers at night. Of course at the time he had no idea why he liked doing this, he just knew that it made him feel really good down there. On that particular night, it made him feel really, really good. He didn’t know what he had done and was actually a bit scared at first… he thought “did I just pee?” and “what is this sticky stuff?” The release had felt amazing, but immediately afterwards he felt a wave of shame and embarrassment. He needed to get the fake diaper off right away, He felt so stupid lying there with tissues stuffed into his underwear.
He removed the wads of tissue from his underwear right away and hid them in a plastic bag which he then shoved between his mattress and box spring. He lay there in bed wondering what was wrong with him and why he liked diapers so much, he told himself he would stop thinking about them and be a normal kid. That didn’t happen, the very next night he was humping his pillow again and ejaculating into another wad of tissues, all the time imagining that he was wearing a thick soft crinkly Pamper.
This behavior continued almost nightly through his early teens, he even managed to sneak a couple of real Pampers from an unattended baby stroller once. They didn’t fit, but stuffing them inside his underwear and humping in them was amazing. The waves of shame and guilt still consumed him after every climax, but his urges were so strong that even after experiencing climax followed by shame…some nights…ten minutes later he would be humping the diaper again and experiencing the climax and shame all over again.
He couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t know why he liked it, and often thought he was crazy, but he always thought there had to be other kids out there that had this interest too. Nevertheless, he kept it a deep dark secret always worried what his friends or family might think if they knew. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that he would meet someone who not only shared his desires, but could also help him explore them in a way no one would believe possible.
In the summer of his 16th year, new neighbors moved in. They had been there just over a week, but he hadn’t met them yet as they seemed to come and go quite a bit. He figured they were busy getting settled and would be ready to meet their neighbors soon enough. His parents had said that it was just a woman and her daughter who, as it turned out, was his same age and would be attending his school when it began next week.
It was a Friday morning; this would be the last weekend of summer vacation. It was raining, and he sat looking out his window wondering what to do with his day when his eyes caught something that perked his attention immediately. Sitting on the curb next to the new neighbors full trash cans was a large white and orange box with the unmistakable “Pampers” brand name and happy baby face. He knew that box anywhere and could easily spot it from 30 yards away.
“What is that doing there?” he thought, “Could there still be diapers in that box?” he wondered. He desperately wanted to go out and investigate, but even with the rain, it was broad daylight. What would people think if they saw him snooping in the neighbor’s trash? Garbage pickup was not until Monday, the box would be sitting on the curb all weekend taunting him.
As the day went on, he couldn’t take his mind off the box; he even found a pair of binoculars so he could get a closer look. The box was open, and probably empty, but the cardboard flap at the top had not been completely torn off. “Maybe it was an old box that the previous owner had left behind?” he thought. He knew that couldn’t be the case, the previous owners had been an older couple whose children were grown and lived far away. “Maybe they had grandchildren who had visited and the diapers belonged to them?” he thought, but he could never remember seeing any visitors with babies or toddlers at the house.
The rain continued, “What a way to spend the last Friday of summer vacation.” He thought. He spent the day indoors, listening to music, talking with friends on the phone, watching TV, but all the while his thoughts kept returning to the Pampers box on the curb. He desperately wanted to see it up close, he knew it had to be empty, why would someone put a box of unused diapers in the trash? After several more viewings of the box through his binoculars, he decided that he would check it out that evening.
He would be walking into town just after dark to meet some friends and hang out. None of them knew what they would be doing that night, but something always came up. Kids his age would always gather in the park near the fire house and someone would always know where the party was. Otherwise they would just hang out in the park, chatting, smoking, skate boarding etc. This would go on until about 10PM when the local police would tell them it’s time to leave the park. It was a “you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here” kind of thing. He wasn’t a smoker or a skate boarder for that matter, but the park was the place to be if you wanted any kind of summer social life.
He hoped there would be no big party that evening so that he could just walk home around 10 by himself and get a closer look at the supposedly empty Pampers box on the curb. He would get a quick look at it on his way into town, but later that evening on his way back, under the cover of full darkness, he would be able to do a real inspection.
The rain had stopped around seven, it was still overcast but the forecast called for clearing skies later that evening. He decided not to bring any rain gear. He told his mother he was going out to meet up with some friends, she told him not to be too late as she always did, and he said he’d call her from a pay phone if he’d be out past 10. This was their rule, and by following it, he assured himself that his parents would always trust him. That trust provided him a curfew free summer.
At eight PM he left the house. It was late August, the sun was setting earlier now but there was still a fair amount of twilight at that time of the evening. He glanced at the neighbor’s house for any signs of activity. The lights were on in the kitchen, he saw a woman through the window, and she appeared to be washing dishes. “That’s the mother” he thought. There was no sign of the girl, he hadn’t seen her yet and wondered what she looked like. He hoped she was attractive. He briefly fantasized about how nice it would be to have a cute girl next door in his same class to walk to school with…among other things.
After confirming there was nobody on the street or out on their porches, he casually walked to the end of his driveway, turned right and walked right past the neighbors trash cans. He gave the box of Pampers a slight kick as he walked by. It moved easily but gave a bit of resistance to his kick towards the bottom of the box. “Not completely empty” he thought. Now his curiosity was driving him mad. He desperately wanted to look inside the box, but now was not the time. He would have to endure at least two more hours of maddening fantasies before he could have a look.
He got to the park and found several of his friends already there. They sat around and talked about the upcoming school year. It was a conversation he’d had before, which teachers they hoped to have, what sports they might try out for…if they would join a club or some other extracurricular activity…and girls, they always talked about girls. Who was hot, who was not, who they would love to go out with, etc. He eventually decided to fill his friends in on the new girl that had moved in next door to him.
His friends were intrigued, they all wanted to know about her. The prospect of meeting a new girl first was always a strong desire to boys his age. If you could get to her before everyone else and hopefully catch her interest you were ahead in the game of life. His friends were very disappointed with his lack of information about this new girl, they all teased him and told him to get a move on and meet the new neighbors. He assured them he would.
The evening went on with little activity, there was a party on the far side of town, but without access to a car, it was not an option, way too far to walk too. At 10pm like clockwork, the police cruiser arrived and the officers politely told them that the park was closed and it was time to move on. Some of his friends were going to walk to the late night diner and get some food; he made an excuse and headed home instead.
He was moving fast now, more anxious than ever to investigate the prize on the curb. He reached the bend in the road just up from his neighbor’s house; he could see the trashcans ahead and paused in the darkness between street lights to look for signs of life. The street was empty, he could see the lights of houses, and TV’s turned on, numbing their viewers on a late summer evening. He caught movement on the new neighbor’s front porch. It was the girl.
From his distance, he could see that she was probably about his height, thin, with long hair the color of which he couldn’t make out in the darkness. Then he heard her, she was singing. The voice hit his eardrums and locked him in a trance. It was beautiful. He stood fixed in the darkness staring at the girl’s form moving in the darkness on the porch. She spun and danced slowly, singing to herself. He could see what appeared to be a Walkman in her hand. He knew the song she sang, but couldn’t pull the artist or title out of his head, she was his only thought. Her voice was amazing and it seemed to take control of him. He felt as if he needed to go to her, as if she were calling to him…the words “Please, come see me…in time you’ll want to be here…in time you’ll want to stay here” ran through his mind.
He shook himself out of his trance and stepped to the side of the road, remaining in the shadows. The song was over. He watched as the girl turned once to look out at the street, then opened the front door and went inside. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, wondering if she would return. After about 10 minutes time he proceeded to his target.
The trashcans and box of Pampers were out of the glare of the street light affording him some cover of darkness. He glanced around again to make sure he was alone, then quickly walked right up to the box. He lifted the cardboard flap and the stench of used diapers hit his nose immediately. He flinched and waved his hand in front of his nose. The smell was a disappointment, he had hoped to find unused diapers in the box, but this discovery presented a bigger mystery.
The bottom of the box contained several rolled and taped up clearly used diapers. The stench of stale urine and feces was strong. Had this box really come from the neighbor’s house? Was it possible that his parents didn’t have all the info? Was it a mother, a daughter, and a toddler in the house? He wanted answers, he was determined to get them and decided that tomorrow he would introduce himself. As he turned toward home again he felt a sudden chill, as if he were being watched. He stepped away from the trashcans back into the darker shadows. Looking around he saw no one, the night was quiet but he still felt strange, as if he were not alone, after a moment he made his way quickly up the driveway and into his house.
From the window of her dark bedroom the girl could see him clearly; a gift of her kind. The darkness provided no cover to her prey. He was cute, she thought, well built and handsome. He had taken the bait and she could sense his curiosity. Now she wanted to dazzle him, give him one last curiosity to keep him up late. She watched as he returned to his house, she knew he’d be looking out his window at the box on the curb one last time before he went to bed. She knew that even though he had found it full of used diapers, his lust for diapers was so strong that just the box on the curb would hold his attention until it was finally hauled away. She knew the lust too and had already explored it in ways that he would find unbelievable.
“One…two…three….” She counted to herself, timing the exact moment that he would appear in his own darkened bedroom window. There was no hiding from her eyesight. She turned to her side to present a silhouette to the outside world, and with a wave of her hands her bedroom lights came on. She was now visible to him. This was not her only trick, she wanted him to hear, and he would. She waved her hand again. “Showtime” she thought.
He stood at his window and gasped as he saw the light come on next door. The girl stood in the window, and she was beautiful. Her hair, he could now see, was red, a gorgeous deep red. He stepped back hiding himself slightly behind the window frame. He didn’t think she could see him there in the dark, but the slight shame he felt at his voyeurism forced the reaction. He watched as she appeared to pace back in forth in front of the window. He wondered what she was doing, she appeared to be doing everything, and nothing at all. One moment she picked up a piece of clothing that he couldn’t make out and appeared to be folding it. The next moment she appeared to be lost in her thoughts…looking for something.
“Baby girl, its bedtime sweetie” He heard the words clearly…they seemed off in the distance, yet were coming from her room, and he heard them just fine. “How can I hear them?” He thought. The window was closed, the AC was on, and her window too appeared to be closed. It almost seemed as if the words were inside his head. As if he was imagining them.
“Ok mom” The girl replied. He was dumbfounded, how was he hearing this? Before he could think any further on the matter, the mother appeared in the girl’s room. “Come on sweetie; let’s get you ready for bed.” The mother said, the words, clear as a bell in his head. “Am I dreaming?” he asked himself, and then pinched his arm and slapped his face to disprove his new theory. He watched as the girl and mother left the room. Her light was still on, why had she not pulled the shade? He wondered. Did she know he could see into her room? That he had a glimpse into her world? And why did the mother need to help her get ready for bed? She was his age, certainly capable of doing that task on her own.
All these thoughts raced through his head, but the one that baffled and shocked him most was that he could hear them almost perfectly. The room was empty now, he looked around the neighborhood, fixing his gaze on other houses down the street, focusing, trying to hear other conversations. There was nothing. He shook his head in disbelief.
After about 10 minutes, there was more movement in the girl’s room, and what he saw now made his jaw drop. The mother had returned, and she was carrying a small child, a girl of no more than 5 or 6 years old, a girl with deep red hair. The child was wearing a pink tee shirt, and to his astonishment, a thick disposable diaper. Where had she come from? He thought. Where was the girl?
The mother and child disappeared beyond the window frame, out of his view. A moment later the mother walked past the window alone. “Sleep well baby girl” he heard the mother say as she walked out of the room and turned off the light.
He stood in the darkness completely confused. Where had the girl gone? Where had that little girl come from, and why was she in a diaper? She looked old enough to be out of them. He stood by his window for a full hour before finally climbing into bed. His mind was racing, he couldn’t get his thoughts off of what he’d seen, the thought of diapers sparked his urges and soon he was in the middle of his pillow humping ritual.
As he reached his climax, the girl next door smiled happily. Lying in her bed she snuggled a teddy bear and let out a slight moan as she felt his satisfaction match her own and her diaper swell with warm wetness. “He’s the one” she thought as she smiled and drifted off to sleep.
To be continued…