Heading Home for a Diaper Change

Thinking about it for more than 2 seconds, Abe knew he had to go change at home. While self-defecation was publicly acceptable, trying to fight his erection into a clean diaper and be taped correctly to stop leaks wasn't going to work, and getting caught masturbating in a public changing room would still be analogous to getting caught in the public toilets of before the Notebook. Abe still wanted to see what they were like, but his delayed nut was becoming an issue.

Saddle-stepping to his apartment building, diaper swinging pendulusly under him with the weight of a mess, he held his RFID fob to the outer door, stepped into an empty elevator. It was only now, closed in a tight space, that he could really smell any trace of his messy diaper. Odor blocking must be a standard of modern diaper design. And walking around as he was, his bottom was warm, but there was no irritation with the continuous movement. Either his skin was just retroactively accustomed to the mess, or maybe the lotion he spotted in his diaper bag was just that effective.

Now on his floor, he headed to his unit. Key in, door open, door shut, door locked. He looked around for what differences there might be. The whiteboard on the fridge now had days marked, rent due, utility due, trash valet schedule, which hadn't changed, but now marked on every Thursday was Diaper valet. Looking into his rental agreement, diaper valet was assigned to a day per floor, for the disposal of diapers separate to trash and recycle.

Looking into the only bathroom, there was a shower and tub, sink and mirror, but now the counter extended to over where a toilet would be, extending away from the wall further than where the sink ended, and below was a thin shelf for holding miscellany, currently stocked with wipe refills, two rolls of trash bags that didn't match, and a cubby that has diapers stocked. An empty space had a short, bathroom-apropriate trash can, and a taller white cylindrical container with a side door and mechanism on top. Pulling it out, it was an adult-sized diaper genie. Openable spinning top, and looking in the side door, a chain of tightly rolled used diapers, like a white jumbo-sized sausage link, was dangling in the cavity. Even with the door open, odor was locked in surprisingly well, not that there wasn't a bottle of air freshener in that under cubby handy.

He could have gotten up on his changing table and start the process, but he wanted to masturbate, being single as long as he had been, there was a routine, open the phone, find whatever porn that tickled his fancy, and get to work. Now his hands would be busy, there would be a mess to be mindful of. His could project his phone to the smart tv, see and hear things better as he addressed his mess and erection. He went back to the living room area, sturdy coffee table would fit him fine. Plus now he had a chance to see how porn was different now that it was diaper clad world. Laying his mat out, putting wipes and lotion in easy reach, fresh diaper waiting to be taped on. Abe laid on the low table and got his phone out.

His usual bookmarks for ab/dl content still existed, but browsing those shown that diaper-centric content was no longer posted, just ageplay, mental/physical regression, humiliation that was more focused on leaking/blowouts, sissy stuff, dominated more of those spaces. Going over to more mainstream porn services, the categories were largely the same, hetero/homo, bbc, petplay, bdsm, ****, were present and accounted for, but now bed liners were in frame, women in bikini tops had thinner swim diapers on as they posed as bimbo lifeguards, videos like "crawling in on step-brother's standing change" tagged with blowjob, ****, interracial, no-mess, were now common.

Curious about standing changes, Abe hit play and threw it to the big screen as he carefully sat up, enough to see the whole screen but not mash the mess all over, a latina actress bemoaned some injury leaving her to crawl, doesn't notice that the bathroom is in use, her "step-brother" was stood over a little shelf that slid out from under the full changing table held a sopping wet diaper just under his straddled legs, erect cock practically poking his "step-sister" in the eye. Slocky dialogue of "what are doing" "oh my God it's so big" "do you need help cleaning it?" Preluded to a new point of view from the side, her deep throating the cock with her chin just inches above the wet diaper.

This was now vanilla porn, but Abe was also learning about standing changes, it was certainly easier to clean your backside when you weren't laying in your own way, and self-changing was still the standard. Abe decided to get up on his knees to be kneeling over the coffee table. Ripping the four tapes, it fell unceremoniously the few inches to the table top. Wiping his bottom, he cleaned up the majority of his undercarriage, then using a fresh wipe to sanitize his hands, he moved on to getting lotion. The video was nearly finished and it was queuing to "milfy mom still helps her son change". Now over a bed liner, a younger man was pinned under an older woman, the thin dialogue referenced grades and hygiene, as the milf opened the son's diaper, and likewise dropped hers, a butt plug was already in the milf, but now she was inserting another into the son to "avoid a mess", before mounting the man that may have been only 5 years younger.

An ad for genital-specific razors was on the bottom of the screen. Abe hadn't outright noticed but now couldn't overlook the total lack of pubic hair, he was clean shaven before the Notebook because of diaper-play, helping changes be easier and control smell, pumping his dick as this "mom" pumped up and down on her "son", he ejaculates over the open messy diaper. Catching his breath he rolled the wipes up into the used diaper, taped it shut, and got a fresh diaper under himself before laying down and rubbing in lotion, dusting himself with chaff powder, and taping a fresh clean diaper to himself.

The next video, "step-dad dominates daughter doing poor in school" started playing as Abe took the used diaper to the genie, opened it, deposited the diaper, shut the lid, spun the collar, and finished the act of changing his diaper. Grabbing a diaper from the stocked cubby, he replaced the one in his bag, and sat on the couch, still fascinated by the now vanilla porn, but wondering how mainstream media had been altered, started to channel surf.