Dorm Dummy

Story #1: Dorm Dummy: It all felt so hazy to him. He was caught in a fog that permeated not only the reality around him, but had penetrated deep into his mind. With a slackened expression, his eyes drifted downwards toward the bloated, soggy crotch of his thick diaper. He usually didn't even realize when he was peeing anymore; it was just a warm stream that would ebb and flow without his say-so. Groggily, he pushed down on the squishy garment and felt the sopping material press against his groin. "..P-pee-pee.." He muttered, his tone dull and unfocused. This hadn't always been the case; diapers were a relatively new development, and contrary to the drool dribbling from his maw, he had once been incredibly bright. His test scores had been top notch, and his future had been very promising. Something had changed though: One day he was on the track for graduating magnum cum laude, and the next, he was squatting down to take a gigantic dump in his britches. It was difficult to remember what might have set off such a catastrophic event; his mind felt like it was stuck underwater, or like it was encased in molasses. Each thought had to be slow and deliberate, while also staying weak and simplistic. The answer instead resided with the man that lived with him. He knew him now as only 'daddy', but that wasn't his real name. Straining his brain further, he could remember that someone else had recently called him 'Paul'. Recovering even such an unimportant fragment was enough to spur forward a gassy outburst in the back of his saturated diaper. Thinking too hard now often left to quite messy results, not that the man seemed to mind very much. In his reduced state, there wasn't much else that he enjoyed more than the hot, squishy feeling that would often pile up underneath his buttcheeks. It filled him with a gleeful fervor and he would spend hours just squelching around in the mucky garment, at least until it was deemed time for him to be changed. He looked back up from the yellow stain, losing interest in it as he heard the door to the dorm open. How long had daddy been gone? He couldn't tell time, so he was stuck judging based on the wetness of his diaper. While he did 'calculations', his body had already put itself into a squatting position. He was wearing nothing but the soaked adult diaper and a drool-stained bib, which made the next part even easier for his unconscious action. A trumpeting toot heralded the advent of his indignity; a crackling sound followed, interlaced with the rustling of a diaper that was being forced to accommodate something quite large. The back of the plain white diaper began to expand outward with a mighty lump, like he had stuffed a big potato down the back. While he seemed unaware, his face was growing red and he was loudly grunting, all while keeping a vacant expression. "Well, baby Davey, I just got back from the meeting with the dean, and-- Oh, am I interrupting something? Is it time to make a big 'poo-poo' for daddy?"