Nurse Kate (Chapter 1)

Damon was an ABDL. And if you don’t know what that stands for, you’re probably reading the wrong story. After all, this story is about being an ABDL, and what being an ABDL can lead to, if you’re lucky.
Damon was one of thousands of very unique people. Most people, when they reach about three years old, are fully toilet trained. They are no longer required to wear diapers and and no longer have wet nappies sag between their legs.

ABDL’s, however, are special.

ABDL’s are so in touch with their baby selves, that after a few years of being toilet trained, they discover they aren’t all that fond of it. They go online, talk to other ABDL’s and buy diapers and wear them.

If you’re reading this, you’re most likely one of them.

Anyway…where was I…

Ah yes! Damon! Damon was an ABDL who lived in the country with his parents and older sister, Jess. He was sixteen years old and still coming to terms with his sexual self. His older sister was twenty, and looked after him to the very best of her ability. But in some cases, more help is required…as we are about to find out…

*

I hover the mouse over ‘Checkout’. My hand shakes. This is madness. I can’t really be doing this, can I? I cast my eyes over to my basket in the corner and look at my selection. An eight pack of ‘Aww so Cute’ diapers. I can’t believe this is really happening!

I put my hand over my eyes and click without thinking.

Congratulations on your purchase!

“Oh my God…” I say aloud. “I actually did it.”

This is my first ever diaper purchase. And I’m almost pissing myself with excitement! (Ironically...)

I’m sixteen years old, and have loved wearing diapers ever since I was first kicked out of them. I’ve always loved the way they feel, how they look.

But since I was taken out of them, they’ve been pretty hard to come by. I’ve managed to get hold of my little cousin’s a couple of times, but they just aren’t the same.
I want a big diaper that dwarfs me and makes me feel like a little baby again. I want something that splays my thighs apart and soaks up more pee than I can even make!

And now one will be mine…

“Damon!” I hear the maid call from downstairs. “It’s time for your dinner!”

I shut my laptop lid and thunder down the stairs into the living room. Jess is already at the table when I get down there, sitting at the table eating her food.
“Hey, squirt.” She says as she sees me come into the kitchen. Jess always calls me squirt. She’s only four years older than me but is about a foot taller. I stand at a pathetic 5’0, which for a male is pretty short.
She’s sat at the table wearing her dressing gown, which much to my dismay, reveals her ample bosom. Sure, she’s my sister, but a rack’s a rack, and I’m a horny teenager who is desperately awaiting his first pack of diapers.
“Hey, gigantor.” I reply, sticking my tongue out at her. She laughs as I sit down for dinner.

Now, I don’t want to sound big headed or anything. But my family is rich. Ridiculously rich. The fact that we have a maid, a manor house in the country and chefs who cook our food for us stands testament to that. I just wanted to clear that up with you. It’s not really something I’m proud of. I prefer people not to know how well off my family is.
“So, did anything exciting happen with you two today?” Mother asks as the maid, Laura, puts a bowl of soup in front of me. Jess makes a ‘pff’ noise.
“It’s the weekend, mom. How much do you think is gonna happen?”
“Well, I don’t know…” Mother says. “What about you, Damon?”

I bite my tongue. The only thing I can think about is my purchase. By tomorrow morning, a box will arrive with my name on it, and it’ll be full to the brim with adult-sized, teddy bear printed, diapers.
“Nothing much,” I lie, despite the building of butterflies in my stomach.

Dinner is pretty silent after that. Mom doesn’t ask any more questions. She gets that Jess doesn’t really want to talk, and she doesn’t know about my diaper delivery, but she gathers that something is up. She doesn’t press me.

I wolf down my dinner and run upstairs to my room. It’s the smallest room in the entire house, but it still bigger than most normal bedrooms. I have a double bed in the middle and various anime statues and posters around.
I jump into my bed and giggle to myself in glee. It feels like Christmas. And you know the number one rule about Christmas. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner it’s Christmas. When I woke up, I would have a box of diapers ready for me.

*

I feel well-rested in the morning. Like, ridiculously well rested. I look at my clock and see it’s 10:30. I suddenly realise I hadn’t naturally woken up, there was a banging on my door that must have stirred me out of my sleep.
“Damon Aiden Love.” I hear my mother growl as she bangs on the door again. “I suggest you get your ass out of bed and out of that room before I beat the door down.”

My blood turns to ice. What the hell is she so angry about?
I quickly hop out of bed, throwing my dressing gown around me and heading to the door. I turn the handle, and before I have a chance to open it, Mother’s barges into the room holding a cardboard box.

“Care to explain this?” She asks. Her gaze burns into me as she upends the box and eight ‘Aww so Cute’ diapers fall out onto the floor…

I’m fucked…