Diaper Tales

The Life of Leon 13

Just so we're clear, I still don't wear diapers in real life.

It was 10 AM at my mansion. I was just waking up in my room. My eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep. For those who were unaware, I was a baby black dragon with an indigo chest and cheek fins. I threw my blankets off and jumped down from my king size bed. My plastic diaper was soaking wet, mostly due to all the juice I drank last night.

I drowsily walked over to the changing table. Yawning as I press the big red button, 2 mechanical arms picked me up and set me on the table. I closed my eyes, trying to get some more sleep, as the arms took off my wet diaper, cleaned me up, powdered me, and tied a pale blue pelenka on.

Despite my lust for more sleep, I forced myself to get off the table. I left my room and started down the massive stairs. When I finally reached the bottom, I went into the kitchen. Parker was sitting in his high chair at the massive dinning table. He was also wearing a pale blue pelenka. He was eating a wild berry pop tart.

"Morning Leon." He said.

"Morning." I said weakly.

I climbed into my high chair, where my pop tart and milk was waiting.

"You alright? Your eyes look like shit." He said.

"I couldn't sleep last night." I said.

"What was keeping you awake? Reincarnation Phobia?" He asked.

"No." I said.

"Tornado Phobia?" He asked.

"No." I said.

"Home invasion Phobia?" Parker asked.

"No." I said.

"Then what?" Parker asked.

"The Kit Fox." I said.

"That story you despise?" Parker asked.

"It's not a bad story. I really like it. It's just that one part where Kit's clothes slid off, turned into a real fox, and became a prisoner to that damn neighbor." I said.

"It's just a story." Parker said.

"I just developed a new fear, that I might someday turn into like a baby feral dragon, lose my clothes, and be taken prisoner by someone." I said.

"That sounds horrible." Parker said.

"I just wish I could forget it." I said.

"You need that chick from Remember Me to come and screw with your memory." Parker joked.

I looked at Parker blankly.

"Sorry." He said.

Parker finished his breakfast right as I started. As he got down from his high chair, I could see his pelenka was slightly wet.

"Well, I gotta get to work on my Bioshock Infinite parody. I'm gonna include Jack from the first Bioshock." Parker said.

"Have fun." I said.

After taking my time with my breakfast, I normally play a video game to get my creative juices flowing. However, I still felt too tired to do so, so I just got on my computer to finish my Dead Space parody.

I just sat at my desk, staring at my computer with no ideas. I was tired as hell. I moved the back of my chair all the way down and closed my eyes. Sleep finally overcame me.

I found myself in the middle of a snowstorm. I was wearing a black snowsuit. Suddenly, a figure approached me.

"On no. Not you!" I said.

It was that damn neighbor from the Kit Fox story I was telling Parker about. She grabbed me by my arms and started dragging me away.

"Damn it! Let go of me! I'll kill you!" I yelled.

I was powerless to prevent the neighbor from dragging me through the same green light that Kit went through. I screamed as I began to shrink and all my clothes slipped off. Even my diaper, too big. I found myself under a pile of clothes. Upon sticking my head out, I found out that I had now turned into a baby feral dragon. I looked at the neighbor angerly.

"I will kill you. I will kill you. I will KILL YOU!" I yelled.

Suddenly, I jolted awake and fell off my chair, banging my head against my desk. It was just a bad dream. I knew that I would get one like that eventually. I got up and felt my forehead, which was bleeding.

Before going to the bathroom to apply first aid, I drank some water from my bedstand bottle and recorded that terrible nightmare in my dream journal, as blood dripped on it. Then I left my room and bumped into Parker.

"Sorry, oh my god!" He shrieked, seeing my head wound.

"I hit my head on the desk." I said.

"Jesus, we need to get you first aid!" He said.

Parker took me by my hand and dragged me to his bathroom. Neither of us were skilled in first aid, so all he did was tape a piece of gauze on the head wound.

"How did you hit your head on the desk?" Parker asked.

"I fell asleep on my chair. Then I had this awful dream." I said.

"What was it?" Parker asked.

"I experienced what the Kit Fox Experienced. That neighbor turned me into a feral dragon." I said.

"Your still upset about that story? It's becoming a problem." Parker said.

"I know." I said.

"Where did you find that story again? Fox Tales Times?" Parker asked.

"NO! Don't read it Parker! It'll torment you forever!" I told Parker.

"Alright, I'll take your word for it." Parker said.

I embraced Parker. Parker looked over my shoulder.

"You really need a change." Parker said.

"What?" I asked.

I looked down and saw my diaper was wet and messy. Blushing, I went back to my room and got it changed. At this point, I felt like drawing. I decided to draw that horrible dream and post it on Fur Affinty to see if anyone would comment on it. No one commented on my last pic, a character from my Shield of art series. Jackasses.

Within minutes, I drew the picture of my feral dragon in a pile of clothes, scanned it, and colored it. I normally wait until the evening to post my pictures. However, I looked at my clock and noticed it was 5:52 PM.

"WHAT!" I gasped.

That is normally the time I get my shower. I went into my bathroom, took out my contact lenses, untied the sides of my fresh pelenka and let it fall to the floor and got in the shower. While feeling the refreshing water flow over my body, I always pretend like it's washing away my sins and bad memories. It's a shame it doesn't really do that.

My gauze was waterproof, so I didn't have to worry about it. I dried myself off afterwards and grabbed my pelenka. I got back on the changing table where it put my pelenka back on because I can never tie it myself. I couldn't believe how long I was asleep.

I posted the picture on Fur affinity, unsure how many people would comment on it. I went back downstairs. It was Sunday, so there was nothing to watch on TV. I couldn't stop thinking about that damn story. I hated it, and yet I loved it. I guess I just wanted to see that neighbor die horribly, written by the author himself, CS Fox.

I went back into my room where my Xbox 360 was. I began to play Saint's Row 4. I dressed my character up as a patriot and leaped around the virtual Steelport. I had control of almost the entire city. I just had to finish a couple more retarded activities. I stopped after rescuing Matt Miller.

I should have written more for my Dead Space parody, but I just didn't feel like it. I wanted to write something babyfur related. I wanted to write something about myself, as I think my dragon fursona is adorable. As I did, I thought that everytime I saw something babyfur related, I would remember the Kit Fox.

I told myself that I should write a letter to CS Fox telling him how I feel and praise his story. I was still very tired. I just wanted the day to end so I could go back to sleep. But then I remembered that horrible dream. It made me fear sleep.

I went back downstairs to try to keep myself occupied. Parker came up to me holding a package.

"This came for you." He said.

"Great! I've been waiting for this!" I said.

I opened the package and smiled when I saw a soft Spyro plush. I picked it up and hugged it.

"Maybe now I can get some sleep." I said.

"Thats good." Parker said.

I could sense sadness in Parker's voice.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I read the story." Parker said.

"You did? Oh no. Now we're both terrified." I said.

Parker's eyes teared up. Mine did as well. We embraced each other as we silently cried. We weren't afraid to cry around each other.

"How could that neighbor do that?" He asked.

"I don't know. I hope she goes to hell." I said.

"I know how you feel now. I wish I could forget too." Parker said.

"I don't know about you. But I think I'm going to bed early." I said.

"Alright. I'll probably do the same tomorrow." Parker said.

I picked up my Spyro plush and held it out to Parker.

"You can sleep with him if it makes you feel better." I said.

"No, you just got it." He said.

"I want you to sleep with it, please?" I said, forcing it into his arms.

"Alright. Thank you." He said.

With that, I went into the kitchen, took my sleeping pills and, after saying goodnight to Parker, went back into my room. I took off my pelenka and let the machine put a plastic diaper on me. Plastic ones I feel, are better for sleep. I was wondering if I should wear my sleeper, or as Landonbay called them, rompers.

"Oh Lord, thank you so much for the wonderful life you have given me. I pray that you will continue to watch over me and my brother and allow us to live our lives to their fullest potential. Amen." I said, crossing my heart.

Then, I threw on a sky blue romper, got in bed, turned on my rain machine and fan, and laid down. I just hoped I didn't have another one of those damn nightmares. But I probably won't since I still can't fall asleep because of that damn story stuck in my head.

End

Yes, I am still somewhat disturbed about the Kit Fox. You just saw the reason why it is in the nightmare. In real life, I was actually afraid that one day I might fall unconscious, become a babyfur, live a happy life, then get kidnapped by that fucker. Yes, that is a real fear I have. I hope you enjoyed this little story. Hopefully, if I make another one, it will be much happier.