Trevor woke up after a few hours. It was only getting dark when he had drifted off to sleep but now it was very dark outside. The only light he could see was from the night light in his room and a sliver of light from the hallway coming through where his door was slightly open. He figured the door was left like that so Sharon would hear him if he woke up. But Trevor had no intention of calling out for her now. He was happy to be left alone for now. One thing he had noticed since he was thrust into the life of a baby girl was that he was rarely left alone. He was always either under the watchful eyebof Sharon or of the minders at the daycare. "People never think to give any privacy to babies," he thought to himself.
As he lay on his back in his crib he was reflecting on this new life of his. He wiggled his toes and felt the soft blanket that Sharon had placed on him. He rolled his hips from side to side and heard the crinkle of his diaper under the blanket. Feeling around the diaper with his hand it still felt dry which he was happy about. He might have no choice but to call out for Sharon if his diaper had been uncomfortably wet but for now that wasn't a problem. The only other thing Trevor was wearing was a small girlie t shirt. He felt the ends of the sleeves feeling the ruffled edges resting on his biceps. The bottom of the t shirt didn't even cover his belly button, leaving a big section of his waist exposed between the t shirt and his diaper.
The days had seemed to blur into each other now that Trevor didn't really have to think about anything, knowing Sharon would take care of it. But he was fairly sure tomorrow was Sunday so that would mean he'd get to spend the whole day with Sharon again. He had grown very fond of Sharon in the past week which, he figured, was only natural as he now relied on her for absolutely everything in his life. And she seemed more than happy to provide for him too, showering him with love and affection as she took care of him. He had also developed a very special connection with her which grew everytime she fed him. The fact that she was feeding him from her own breast felt like the ultimate show of love to Trevor. As he started to think back to all the times she had fed him, his mind was full of images of her large breasts, and his head being welcomed right up to them, and his mouth opening on instinct as he let her nipple in and drank the sweet milk from it. Trevor felt two separate feelings building in him. On the one hand, he was still a teenage boy and the memories of Sharon's breasts caused his penis to grow hard, finding little resistance from the diaper he wore. At the same time his mouth had started to fill up with drool, a little bit slipping out of the side and rolling down his cheek. As he wiped it with his hand his thumb brushed off his lip. Without a second thought he had put his thumb into his mouth and was sucking away on it with enthusiasm. His free hand had snaked it's way down his stomach and was gently rubbing his erection through his diaper. His penis was begging for relief and his hand soon went inside the elastic waist band of his diaper and he continued to pleasure himself. Both hands seemed to be in sync and the harder he sucked on his thumb, the faster his other hand worked up and down his shaft. After a few minutes of this he felt a pressure build up and he quickly erupted, shooting his load into his diaper. He slowed down his sucking too but kept his thumb in his mouth for comfort.
As Trevor lay there in the afterglow for a few minutes, without warning he felt his diaper growing warm and soggy and quickly realised he had peed into it. He didn't feel any warning, his body had just released his pee without a second thought. Too relaxed to care Trevor just lay back content, knowing his diaper could contain the liquid. He thought about calling out for Sharon to come and change him but he hesitated. He didn't want to be a nuisance. Instead he just resumed sucking his thumb for a while and before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep again.
