Back to Diapers (ABDL)
This story was originally written in French. You can find it here: https://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600110683
Chapter 1
When Arthur woke up, the usual sounds of children shouting reached his ears. He got up and opened the shutters to observe the source of the noise. Laughing and playing children in the large park—this was his everyday life. In a way, they were his family; they all lived together in this big house that belonged to the foster family who had taken him in. Unfortunately, he would have to leave it because today was his 18th birthday. Eighteen, the age he dreaded the most. Despite the house being huge, due to lack of space, the children had to leave at this age, either to another family or to a relative until they were fully independent. After watching the children with nostalgia, he glanced at the picture on his bedside table. A man and a woman stood, smiling, with a camera in hand. His parents were journalists, and when they were on assignment in Iraq, a bomb exploded near the hotel where they were staying. Arthur was only three years old at the time. He picked up the picture and placed it in his suitcase before closing it. The goodbyes to the family were brief. His adoptive mother, seeing his worry, reassured him: "Don't worry, Arthur, the organization handling your case found you a very good guardian. He's young but has a big house. You'll be fine there." He thanked them once more before leaving the house. Without knowing why, Arthur dreaded meeting this man. After several hours of bus travel, he arrived, with his suitcase, in front of a large parking lot where a few cars were parked. A man signaled to him from inside a BMW. Arthur approached, his throat tight. This was his new guardian, at the wheel of that beautiful car, and he couldn't be more than 24 years old, Arthur thought. He was rather tall, with brown hair with black highlights, and an angelic face. Arthur had to admit: he was really handsome. Somewhat reassured by his appearance, he got into the car. "Hi Arthur, I'm Liam, nice to finally meet you!" he said with a radiant smile. "Pleased to meet you... Liam." "Put your suitcase in the back and buckle up, I'm taking you to my place! Well... our place from today!" The drive wasn't very long, and Liam visibly tried to ease the atmosphere by asking him a few questions, fully aware that this life change must be very emotional for the young boy. They finally stopped in front of a large modern house, surrounded by a high gate. "Do you have someone to see in there?" Arthur ventured, troubled by their stop. "This is where I live! Don't you like it?" His eyes widened. How could such a young man own such a luxurious house? "Oh, yes, yes," he stammered, "it's just that..." "Come on, get out! I'll take care of your suitcase!" "Thanks..." Arthur was clearly impressed. "And... do you live here alone?" "Yes, alone in this big house... Your presence will be a change for me, you know." They entered the house. The entrance opened directly into a living room, open to the kitchen, all very spacious. Next to the kitchen was a staircase, separated by a small corridor. "Your room is upstairs," Liam indicated. "Go on up, I'll join you." Arthur took the stairs, which led to a hallway lit by a skylight. He ventured into this unknown house, observing the doors and walls, devoid of any decoration, until a detail caught his attention. A plaque was on a door, and not just any plaque. It was engraved with his name. At the moment, he wasn't sure if it was adorably cute or downright creepy. Assuming it was his room, he opened the door in front of him. The light turned on automatically, and he discovered a classic teen's bedroom—although a bit childish—but extremely modern. A slightly elevated white bed, shelves with small screens, another screen on the desk, and another on the wall... Arthur's eyes were full of wonder. Having been used to the rustic life in his foster family for almost 15 years, the idea of living here left him speechless. Only the wardrobe next to the window intrigued him. The childish patterns on it contrasted with the rest of the furniture. He approached it when a voice surprised him from behind.