CHAPTER ONE: Growing Relationships

The Story of an Infantilist

CHAPTER ONE: Growing Relationships

Why, I always thought, is everyone automatically prejudice against what they don't understand? This rang through my head nearly every day. I bet you're wondering why. Well, let me explain:

My name's Slick Fozzier(Foh-Zee-Air). I'm currently sixteen. I'm a red fox and I'm in the twelfth grade. Since I was very young, I've never really had a mother, for reasons I'll get into later. My father's the CEO of a section of Microsoft in the Milwaukee area. As you could probably guess, I'm pretty well-off. Despite that fact, though, I don't ask for much. Just a bit of respect, which my dad's always given me. Now, before you think I'm the “spoiled rich kid who doesn't know what he has good” story, I'm not...I ask my father for the occasional expensive equipment, but not what most kids would, even at my age. I only usually ask for computer-building equipment. Yup, I'm a nerd. A Proud nerd. Now, also don't think I don't have “normal” friends, because I do.(and a good amount of abnormal ones) I also have a girlfriend. Her name's Alicia Richards, a beautiful kitten in my eyes, using “kitten” in more than one way. Why, you might ask?

Well, when I was about twelve, my little brother(well, step-brother on my father's side, really) had a bad wetting problem during both the day and night. He couldn't control it sometimes, but give him a little credit – he was only four. Anyway, he had to wear diapers at night and Pull-Ups during the day. He had more than the occasional accident, but that's besides the point. Anyway, I found myself stealing his diapers more and more progressively over the two years he had this problem.(later to be found out was nothing more than an underdeveloped bladder.) Why did I steal his diapers? I don't know, but the first time I did, I was just so curious about them...they seemed so comfortable, especially when I see my little bro in nothing but a diaper, just happily watching TV wondering how he could be so carefree? I took one of his diapers, changed myself(it was pretty hard the first time) and...it felt good. Really good. Over the course of two years, I had been stealing his diapers nearly every other night so my dad and his girlfriend wouldn't notice. It was getting easier and easier to change until I mastered it sometime during age thirteen. Well, one night, I was changing into one of my brother's diapers, when my dad came in to ask if I wanted some pizza. He was shocked, but I was devastated... I started crying. I was so pathetic, I just began crying.

He put his arm around me and said, “Son, if there's something you'd like to tell me, please do so now.” and smiled at me. He didn't seem angry, so I told him I liked to wear diapers. They felt nice. Isn't that sad? I'm sitting naked right in front of my dad at the frail age of thirteen telling him I like to wear diapers, crying whilst doing so. He said, “well, finish changing and come down for dinner” and patted my head.

He wasn't angry, he wasn't upset, but I just felt so embarrassed. I changed into the diaper and walked down the stairs to eat. “Did you finish changing, son?” he asked. “Uh..y-yeah dad.” I replied. “Good, let's eat.” and he passed me a slice of pizza. After that day, however, I stopped stealing my brother's diapers. I was just too embarrassed to wear them anymore. I didn't wear another diaper for a while...I can't remember the time difference, but one day, I went home, went to bed and sitting on my bed was a package of Attends Youth diapers with a piece of paper, a note, attached, that read, “Son, these would fit you a lot better than your brother's diapers.”

Since that day, every week, my dad would leave a new pack of Attends in my room. Also since that day, I've never gone a diaperless night. I later started buying pacifiers, bottles, and a footed sleeper when my dad said that I might be an “infantilist” or “babyfur.” I found myself drinking from a bottle and sucking on a pacifier every night, sleeping in a diaper in my sleeper.

Alicia, like I told you earlier: my girlfriend, and I met when I was fifteen and she was fourteen(she's a year younger than me obviously.). Not until recently did she find out about my infantilist state. How? Well, one night I was sleeping in my room and Alicia came over, and called me when no one answered the door. I answered my cell and she said, “Come outside, I'm waiting for you.” I said, “Hehe, alright.” so, completely forgetting I'm in a sleeper and a (wet) diaper, I come downstairs and open the door and she looks at me, head tilted, and asks, “what are you wearing?” I follow by looking down and realizing quickly I'm still in my sleeper. “Oh shit!.. God-DAMNIT!” I yelled, then started to break down, onto my knees, and began to cry...a lot.

“Slick...why are you wearing that? What's up..you can tell me.” she said, sitting down to comfort me and hugging me all the while. I felt a sense of comfort in her arms and her words that I told her everything about my infantilist lifestyle.

“So,” she said, “you like to wear this stuff...and act like a baby again?”

“Uh huh” I replied.
“Awwww! That's so cute!”

I sniffled, “Y-you think it's cute?”

“Sure I do...in fact...” she said, contemplating, “your dad's asleep right?”

“He's out of town.”

“Perfect, let's go up to your room”

We went up to my room, my heart starting to recover from the shock of her finding me in my sleeper! She's holding my hand, basically leading the way all the while. She comes up to my room, which all my babyfur stuff is cleverly hidden so that when someone comes in, no one will know.

“Well, where's your baby stuff, Slick?”

“W-w-what?!”

“Where's your baby stuff?”

“Uh...let me pull it out.”

I don't know why she wanted to see all my babyfur paraphernalia, but I unlocked a drawer under my bed and pulled out my Attends and changing supplies(powder/wipes), my two pacifiers, some plushies, and my bottle.

“So, you really are into this stuff, huh?”

“Yeah... you don't think I'm weird, do you?”

“He he, let me answer that question with some actions.”

She grabbed the pacifier and stuck it in my mouth, unzipped my sleeper and looked a bit shocked, but giggled, “aww...you're wet...well that makes it even better.” Alicia pulled out a diaper, and I can't believe what she did. She undid my wet diaper, and I began to blush. I mean, of course we had seen each other naked before, but we do have yet to have sex, and we weren't particularly rushing it. She laid another diaper under me, wiped my diaper area down(and she giggled at the usual...um, reaction that would happen), powdered me up, and snugly changed my diaper as if she had experience.

“All done.” she said, smiling at me, who was blissfully sucking on my pacifier. I thought that was it, but then she lowered her skirt and panties, grabbed my other paci, said, “Okay, my turn,” smiled at me, and stuck the paci in her mouth. I was shocked! She wanted to wear one of my diapers! I changed her in a similar fashion that she did me, and we've been doing this, and other babyfur stuff, together for the last few months. Although I didn't expect it, it did eventually lead to us having sex, and yet our relationship is still the same – very good.

Of course, my life didn't stay this good for long.

CHAPTER TWO: School Can Suck Like That

Well, for everything good in the world, there's something bad to coincide. My life, as of age sixteen, was going great. I had a dad who supported my infantilist lifestyle, and I had a girlfriend who not only supported and accepted it, but joined me in indulging in it. Things were going pretty good...but I knew it wouldn't stay that way. Sadly it would change sooner than I had hoped. School. Let's get into that for a bit.

Since I was twelve, I've been the center of cruel jokes due to me being a bit...weird, let's say. No, don't jump to conclusions...I hadn't been found out publicly. I've just always been a nerdy kid. My father taught me a lot about computers and electronics since I was very young. I can't even remember the age I started learning. But when I say “nerdy kid,” I mean I was always taking apart different electronic objects and putting them back together, or making them more efficient by rearranging or taking out certain unneeded parts to make more space for more necessary and efficient ones. I did this with calculators and CD players all the time. I was always called a nerd and made fun of for it. I even corrected a teacher on how to use a word processor on a computer once when I was in seventh grade.

So, as you all can imagine, I wasn't exactly the popular kid, or the one with any friends growing up. Often times, I'd be sad, depressed, and frequently bullied and made fun of for what people cruelly did to me. It was horrible. Most of those people still have yet to grow up to this day. When I got into high school, I started to meet a lot of new friends with similar interests. I also realized that having the gift of computing and machine repair at that young of an age should've been cherished rather than hidden. Gladly of myself, I didn't let bullying deter myself from working with electronics. So, as you could guess, by ninth grade, I was in advanced placement computer classes with sophomores, juniors, and even some seniors. Besides my friends, however, school still sucked on and off. I was still picked on, although not to the same extent as before, but I no longer let it get to me. That's not what got school to sucking, though. The teachers, well...hated me. I was smarter than them to be honest. I knew more than my Algebra teacher did about his own subject, as well as my Biology and AP Computer Science teacher. So constantly in class, I was told to not answer questions or shut up. Imagine that! A student disallowed to answer questions in class because he knows more than the teacher does. Needless to say, I got a bit depressed because everyone thought I was “too smart.”

Finally, my dad, after getting complaint after complaint from my teachers of stuff similar to “Your son deserves to be in a more advanced class,” I was forced to transfer to a private school with people I didn't know, teachers I didn't know, and facilities I was unfamiliar with. I found myself in diapers more and more often when I got home to cope with it. I found diapers and infantilism to be a way to cope with being depressed or upset in some way.

That brings us to present day. After two years of getting used to private school, I, just recently, was forced to transfer back to the high school. I was now made fun of and bullied there, with people saying “What? This school aint good enough for you?” and hitting me. It's degrading and hurtful. The only thing that makes the whole thing tolerable is the fact that I know I have a girlfriend that I can see every day after school to cub out with. This was my senior year, though, so I'll just go through this year, hopefully alive, go to college, and finish my life the way I was supposed to.

***

One weekend, me and Alicia were at my house playing Guitar Hero II in nothing but shirts and diapers...my dad, at this point, knew her well and knew about us, and we heard a knock at my door. I called my dad to get it, but it appears he left and we didn't notice. So, we both pulled on some pants and went down to see who it was. It was two large pit-bulls staring me down immediately as I opened the door. I had known them from school...they were some of the people that bullied me.

“Do it, Marcus,” one of them said.

“What're you guys doing her--?” I said, but got cut off as one of the big dogs pantsed me, revealing my diaper in plain view.

“HAH! It's true! He DOES wear diapers!” the one called Marcus said, “Do you SEE this Rock?”

“Yeah, I see it, and so will the entire school.” Rock said, pulling out a camera; I was about to cry until Alicia surprised me by coming outside after seeing this.

“Heh, Alicia, why you goin' out with someone wears diapers...he probably SHITS in them! HAHAHA!” they were both laughing, Alicia looked furious, I was standing there stunned, and the next thing I saw was Alicia tacking Rock's camera and throwing it in the face of Marcus, knocking him out.

“HEY!” Rock said, “No little bitch is gonna knock out my friend!”

Rock grabbed Alicia's arm and at this point, I just discarded the pants altogether and got angry real fast. I didn't care really what they did to me, but if this guy was about to hurt Alicia, one of the few good things in my life, I decided to make a statement here and now. I took one the first swing at someone in my life. It proved very ineffective. He let go of Alicia and came towards me.

“Is that seriously all you got, punk?” he said.

He lifted up his hand, and I knew what was coming. I clenched my teeth, shut my eyes, and I can't remember what happened afterwards.

***

I woke up in a hospital bed. As I stirred, I saw only one figure...Alicia, asleep on my chest. She must've been waiting for me the whole time. I hugged her, crying, which woke her up.

“Huh...SLICK!” she said, almost shouting, and quickly kissing me with tears streaming down her face. “I'm glad you're okay, Slick, I was worried...you've been out for seven hours. He beat on you quite hard.”

She then went on to tell me how he kept kicking and beating me whilst I was down and out. She attempted to stop him, but he just kept throwing her back. For five minutes he beat me, then he took a picture of it and according to Alicia, the whole school knows.

“Goddamnit!” I said, still crying, “What the FUCK is wrong with people? I'm a little weird and nerdy, and I've transferred schools, so that gives someone a reason to BEAT me until I'm in need of hospitalization? Did he even get arrested?”

“No...but when his friend woke up, they left in a blue car, so fast that I couldn't see the license plate.” she said, with tears bawling from her eyes

“Don't cry, it's not your fault. It's mine for being so wimpy.”

“Don't say that! Just because you don't fight doesn't mean you're wimpy.”

“What am I then?”

“You're my little babyfur” she said, giggling and kissing me on the forehead.

CHAPTER THREE: To Overcome Humiliation

Well, a week passed where I had to stay in the hospital, and Alicia stopped by every day after school; telling me of the fact that my beaten-up-and-in-diapers picture was “anonymously” put all over the walls of the school and on several MySpace pages. I realized that I would be no less than the laughing stock of the school, and yet...I didn't care that much. Every day, she told me that it got progressively worse and worse, kids would be picking on me behind my back, calling me a baby, posting different other pictures and drawing on them and writing on them. But, I didn't care. I'm just glad that only my close friends and the two morons who took the picture of me know that Alicia is my girlfriend, otherwise I might have a problem.

I began to wonder whether or not Alicia's been hiding something from me, like if she, herself, has been picked on as well. In fact, I began to seriously question it. What would stop Rock and Marcus from telling everyone. Now I was sure, and I had to ask about it.

“Alicia,” I asked on my last day of hospitalization, a Friday

“Yes, Slick?” she said with a smile on her face, trying to warm me up, and although comforting, I needed to ask this.

“Have kids been picking on you at school, too?”

“N-no.. why would you ask?”

“Well, I just got to thinking, 'why wouldn't Rock and Marcus tell everyone that you're going out with me?' when it hit me that there's no reason not to if they're stupid enough to do something like this.”

“W-well, they didn't.”
“Please don't lie to me, Alicia.”

She paused for a moment, “they have...” she said, “everyone has. Every day. It's horrible. They call me your 'mommy' or 'diaperpal' and they started throwing things at me and picking on me.”

She said this with her back facing me, so I knew she was crying, so I got up and gave her a hug.

She gasped, “Slick, lie down, you need r-”

“Rest, I know...but if I'm getting out tomorrow, I don't find much use. Now...why would you tell me about this sooner, Alicia?”

“I didn't wanna bother you with my problems when you're already in the hospital.”

We had a longer conversation, but the rest is boyfriend-girlfriend mumbo-jumbo that you probably wouldn't want to hear. We had a weekend to ourselves, then we both had to go back to school and face everyone. No one knew when I was getting out of the hospital, so no one except Alicia will be with me that day, and hopefully, no one will see us to pick on me or whatever else they might do. Saturday went through splendidly. Nothing troublesome happened, and I got to enjoy a full day with Alicia. Sunday we decided to take it safe and stay at my house. I spent the night at Alicia's two nights in a row, so it was to my surprise when I came home, to find a bunch of “Get well soon” cards and presents in my room.