Jon was first to wake. He wasn't sure what time it was but the sun was up. The room he was in was decorated for a baby so didn't have any clock or anything like that so he couldn't be sure. He lay still for a minute taking in his surroundings. He had a bit of a headache from all the beers he drank. He had a vague memory of Biff leading him up the stairs and tucking him into bed. He looked down at the t shirt he was wearing. "At least its not a baby dress!" he thought to himself. He pulled the t shirt up slightly and stared at the pink diaper that was underneath. He couldn't believe it. He was so sick of diapers already and it had only been one day since he had been thrust into the life of a baby girl. Giving the diaper a squeeze he felt the same morning wood that he had always woken up with under the diaper. He gave it a rub through the diaper, surprising himself with how good it felt. He started to put his hand into the diaper to feel it some more but the straps were tight and he was afraid to remove it entirely in case he had another accident. Instead he turned to lying on his front and adjusted his oenis to a comfortable position as best he could through the thick padding of the diaper.
Jon just lay there, forgetting about the stress of the last 24 hours and enjoying the familiar feeling coming from his penis. He started to think about Sarah and how she was dressed when she came over to them yesterday. Her top showed off a lot of cleavage and when she had spoken to Jon she had leaned forward a little bit giving him a great view. Sarah had been treating him like a baby, just like everyone else, and she definitely didn't see him in any kind of sexual way. But when Jon thought of the way Sarah had smiled and looked at him during the short interaction he felt his penis twitch. He had started to grind his crotch against the mattress. He was working up a rhythm now and before long he felt an orgasm erupting and he was happy, at least for now, that the diaper was there to contain the mess.
Feeling his head clear again, Jon climbed out of his bed. His diaper was definitely full now so he decided to go and see if he could wake Biff to get it changed.
Jon found Biff lying legs spread on his bed. His covers had been kicked off and Jon saw that he was wearing a baby doll nightie and a pair of panties. Just like Jon, Biff had some morning wood which was now forming a tent in the front of his nightie. Ignoring that, Jon walked up and gently pushed Biff on the shoulder. Biff woke fairly quickly and sat up in the bed. "What's up Jon? Oh man, my head hurts." Biff groggily said.
"Morning mommy, I mean, Biff," Jon replied, "Sorry to wake you but I really need my diaper changed. It's very wet."
Biff seemed to need a moment to remember where he was and why a boy from his class was talking about diapers but the frilly, lacy, low cut neckline of his nightie was all the reminding he needed. He cleared his throat and stood up,
"Of course Jon. I'll get you changed straight away. Just need to go myself first then I'll change you."
Jon followed Biff into the bathroom where Biff proceeded to pull up his nightie, pull down his panties and sit down on the toilet to do his business. He spoke to Jon as he did, asking him what they should do today and if he had any ideas to get them out of this mess. Biff took some toilet roll and wiped between his legs before pulling up his panties and washin his hands. He brought Jon back to his room where he quickly changed him out of his dirty diaper and into a clean one. With Jon sorted for now, Biff told him to pick an outfit for the day and he'd go and get himself dressed. Biff was about to go back to his room when he thought a shower might be what he needed to clear his head. He made a detour to the bathroom and turned on the shower to heat it up.
As the water heated Biff pulled his nightie off over his head. He peeled off his panties and put both in the laundry bin. He stepped into the shower and just soaked his muscles to start with. As he relaxed he seemed to know where everything he needed was. Before he knew it he had washed and conditioned his hair and now he was so aping up his legs with one hand and holding a razor in the other. It was only as he stepped out of the shower that Biff realised what he had done. As if on autopilot he had just shaved his legs smooth. Deciding not to dwell on it he headed to his room to get dressed.
