He was dreaming. Somehow he knew he was dreaming. He was back to his normal 16 year old self, but he wore nothing but a diaper, a perfect thick soft crinkly Pamper, that fit him just fine. He was in a large room, filled with diapers, fresh folded pampers were all over the floor. He was lying on them, rolling around on them, and there were boxes and boxes of fresh pampers too…a lifetime supply.
The room had no door, but there were windows.
Outside the windows a storm was raging, but he didn’t mind. Inside the soft thick diaper he felt his arousal throbbing. If this was a dream, and he knew it had to be, it was the most vivid he’d ever experienced. He continued to roll on the floor in the piles of pampers and giggled.
“Having fun?” the girl asked.
He sat up with a start. Where had she come from? He blushed. “Yes.”
“I’m glad” she replied. She stood before him in her grown form also wearing nothing but a perfect Pamper.
He had a hard time taking his eyes off her breasts, and sat there on the floor with a dazed look on his face. “Where are we?” he asked. “What is this place?”
“You’re in my dream.” She told him. “This is a safe place and I’m regenerating, you took a lot out of me.” She said with a smile.
He blushed again. “You made me smaller…and made me poop in my diaper” he said with a sheepish grin.
She giggled. “Well…I’ll bet it felt great didn’t it?”
“Yes” he replied, blushing harder.
“Well you’re welcome then.”
“Why is there a storm outside?” he asked.
“That’s my subconscious…it’s…reminding me of what’s to come.”
“Is there a storm coming?”
“In a way yes.” She answered.
“A bad one?” he asked.
“It’s not so much of a storm as it is a terrible danger…to my mother and I…and well…to your kind as well.”
“For real?”
“Yes for real.” She sat down beside him and hugged him. “We’re safe for now though.”
“Are we in danger when we wake up?” he asked.
“Maybe, it’s hard for me to tell, I don’t have all my powers yet. But my mother will know, she’ll warn us when the time comes.” She reached between his legs and gave the front of his diaper a rub. He moaned with pleasure.
“Don’t you need to rest?” he asked. “Won’t you feel my excitement and lose strength again if we do that?”
“Not here, not in the dream.” She replied. “Here I’m just as human as you are.”
She continued to rub his diaper and didn’t stop until he climaxed again and collapsed to the floor. She snuggled beside him amongst the piles of pampers.
“What is the danger?” he asked after he had recovered.
“Demons.” She replied. “That’s the best way to describe it I think. We’re being chased.”
“Chased by demons?”
“Yes, we were slaves, the demons used our powers to control their world; it was horrible the things they would make us do, we were miserable. I was very young, just a baby really, but my mother…she was strong, and she found a way for us to escape, but the demons discovered our escape before she could…what is the phrase I’m looking for?…cover our tracks…you would say?
“They followed you?”
“Yes, and we’ve been running ever since. When we found your world, my mother decided we were safe enough hiding here for me to grow and develop my full strength. You’re helping me do that.” She hugged him tight. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” He replied, and snuggled her tightly.
“When I have my full strength it will be much easier for my mother and I to escape them once and for all.”
“So you won’t be staying…?”
“Not forever no…when I have my full powers, we’ll need to leave.”