Back to Diapers (ABDL)

"Yes, of course, it's... it's great, thank you."

"Good, I'm glad everything seems to be to your liking."

He placed the suitcase on the bed, then turned back to Arthur.

"You can unpack all that later; let's eat first."

Arthur nodded and then followed Liam. He pointed out the door in the hallway leading to the bathroom, as well as his own bedroom on the ground floor.

"If you have any questions, don't hesitate," he said as he sat down at the table.

"I won't be changing schools, right?"

"No, no! The bus stop isn't far, but I'll take you every morning and pick you up in the evening."

"Oh, that's nice, but it's not necessary; with your... your work, it must be a hassle."

"I don't work. At least, I don't have to leave the house, so don't worry about that."

He smiled.

After the meal, Arthur went back to his room to unpack his things. He opened his suitcase, placed his clothes on the shelves, then turned and looked at his suitcase with horror. The pocket reserved for his underwear was empty. He had forgotten his underwear at his foster home! Impossible to go get them now, he thought, but could he talk to Liam about it? No, he was too embarrassed; he would fetch them as soon as possible. He emptied his suitcase, undressed, and went to take a shower.

"What a klutz I am," he thought as the hot water streamed over his body.

After a good ten minutes, he got out of the shower, grabbed his clean clothes but couldn't find the boxer he had just removed.

Arthur cursed.

"Just what I needed... Did Liam take it?"

He wrapped himself in a towel and went down to see him.

"Excuse me, Liam, uh... did you take my underwear?"

"Oh yes, I put your dirty clothes in the washer, why?"

Disaster. He had to confess.

"It's just... it's a bit embarrassing, but I forgot all my underwear at my foster home."

"Oh," Liam said, surprised.

"Don't worry, I have everything you need here," he continued.

"But I don't want to borrow yours, no, I—"

He interrupted him:

"I bought some especially for you."

He accompanied him to his room and pointed to the drawer under the wardrobe.

Arthur opened it and discovered a dozen briefs, some white, others even more childish.

"Uh... are you sure these are for me? I don't wear this kind of..."

"They fit you! Try them, you'll see."

There was a silence.

"Don't you like them?" Liam asked.

"I'm not a child anymore... it's embarrassing to wear these."

"But who sees your underwear? I think they're perfectly suited for you, in any case. You'll be very cute in them," he said, smiling.

"Now, off to bed!"

He wished Arthur good night and left the room.

Now alone in front of the drawer full of children's briefs, he didn't know what to think. He wasn't going to wear those... but, well, he didn't really have a choice. He picked a white brief, one of the most discreet, and put it on. Surprisingly, it fit him perfectly despite the label indicating "14-16 years." He had a rather slim build but felt some discomfort in the front. Indeed, 14-year-old boys don't yet have a "large package," which explains why the underwear isn't designed for that.

He looked at himself in the mirror, sighed, then put on his pajamas over the snug brief, which still showed his bulge even under two layers of fabric.

"It'll be fine," he thought, "I'm just not used to wearing briefs."

He closed the drawer and saw the wardrobe just above it. This wardrobe had intrigued him since his arrival.

"I have the right to snoop, after all, it's my room," he thought.

He pulled on the handle, but the wardrobe seemed locked.

Giving up on the idea, the young man went to bed in this strangely high-tech new bed.

"Good morning, Arthur! Did you sleep well?" Liam asked, serving him breakfast.

"Pretty well, yes."

"Don't forget that school starts tomorrow."

School. He had completely forgotten.

"Damn! But I don't have any supplies!"

"Don't worry, I thought of everything. I knew all these changes would be overwhelming, so I took the liberty of buying everything you need!"

Arthur was amazed by such attention.

"I don't deserve this," he thought amusedly.

"Thank you very much."

It was already one less thing to worry about. Getting his boxers back was his priority, but it was evidently not possible that day. He spent the rest of the day preparing, filling his bag, his pencil case, while finishing settling into his new home.

The next day, the start of school went very well; Liam had dropped him off at school, and he had found many friends in his class. The day promised to be perfect until they received their schedules. Classes started in the afternoon, with P.E. P.E. Those letters echoed in his head. P.E. meant changing rooms, changing rooms meant changing in front of all the guys in the class. He had never been modest, except that day, he was wearing one of the ridiculously childish briefs that Liam had bought him.