Thirst and bladder pressure are the two most common causes of waking up in the middle of the night, and this poor dragon got hit by both. Grumbling and rubbing his eyes, the older teenager swept his legs over the side of his bed, letting the cold night air assail his frosty-colored scales harshly. Shivering, he puffed a few small clouds of smoke, irritated at the cold and unable to face it unequipped; thus, pajama pants, slippers, and a long-sleeved shirt were aquired and layered over his boxers, all in similar shades of blue.

Joey lived in the guest room on the first floor, a disgruntled guest in his own parents house. This put him at distance from the upstairs bathroom, and put the kitchen between him and the downstairs one. Being time-efficient by subconscious nature, the near-slumbering dragon took a stop into the kitchen first, withdrawing a tall glass from a wooden cupboard and holding it under the tap. He let cold water trickle into the glass while he yawned, rubbed his eyes more, and gave his rear a scratch, as all men must do. He tried remembering what he was dreaming of: something about college, maybe an imaginary girlfriend?

Cold water running down his hand brought Joey back to reality as he left the cup overflowing, resulting in a jump, a yelp, spilling some water into the sink, and then turning off the faucet. Shaking from the jump he lifted the cup to his lips carefully, sipping the water reluctantly, before giving in and gulping the whole glass down like a dehydrated wanderer at an oasis. In his thirsty vigor, Joey found himself holding the cup with two hands by the time he was drinking the last few drops. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, reaching up and putting the plastic cup back on the counter.

Contented for now, the dragon made a stop next to the fridge, picking up a plastic water bottle from the bulk pack on the floor. He used to be very dehydrated at night, his parents kept him from drinking at night due to infrequent, but nevertheless embarrassing, bedwetting. He turned and started back towards his room, when he paused... Didn't he have something else to do? He shifted in place, his footed pajama pants drooping a little as he tugged the waistband back up, feeling the recognizable squish of a wet pair of Goodnites. That's right, he had to get a dry pair of... Erm, underwear. Hopefully his parents didn't notice the extra wet pair in the trash.

Returning to his room, the dragon gently pushed the door closed, before tossing the plastic bottle over the low side rail of his bed. He tugged his pajama pants down, stepping out of them and tugging down his used night protection. While the cold night was chilly before, against his moist, bare privates it was near unbearable and brought a violent shiver to the hyper-exothermic lizard. He wrapped his arms around himself for warmth out of habit, before finally stepping out of the yellowed undergarmant, balling it, and throwing it into the trash. He never liked ripping the tapes; his parents used to diaper him for bed, and he didn't like the current comparison. Yawning again, stretching and rubbing his eyes some more, Joey pulled open the top drawer of his dresser, looking at the nearly identical lines of training pants. He paused, looking between them for the better part of ten seconds, his mind racing, until his teeth chattering made him make a decision.

Batman, he decided at length, pulling out a pair and closing the drawer with both hands. Bending over, he stepped into the bulky underwear up over his groin, twisting it a little left and right to find the comfort zone. Next came his pajama bottoms, wiggling his feet into the footed ends and then pulling them the rest of the way up over his bulky groin. Contented that his change was complete, the dragon finally climbed back up into his bed, nosing under the covers and coveting the warmth of the blankets and pajamas. There was no such thing as too much warmth to any dragon, especially after the trial he just went through.

A gurgle growled from the little dragons stomach, followed by a little spark in his sleepy mind. Pushing himself upright, Joey searched around for the bottle from earlier, stretching over to reach for the target, finding it laying against the tall bars of his crib. A few pops resulted, the crotch flap of his baby blue sleeper opening from the contortion. After sticking the nipple into his mouth, Joey grabbed the flap with both hands, trying to pull it shut, but finding the snaps unwilling to comply. With a huff of resignment, he lay back and held the warm bottle of milk in two hands, nursing happily and easing the little hunger pang he had. With each suckle, his head felt a little heavier, his stomach felt a little warmer, and he found himself a little closer to sleep.

Joey couldn't tell whether it was seconds, minutes, or even hours later, but eventually an uncomfortable pressure started to form below his stomach. The nipple of the bottle left his mouth as he squirmed, arms and legs kicking up and down, tangled under his blanket. Try as he could, he couldn't get up, or even roll over. He felt the blood rise in his face as the pressure resided, feeling his diaper expand and grow warm, something goopy and muddy filling the rear of his diaper. He let out a quiet cry of discomfort, his hand finding his way into his mouth as he suckled it comfortingly as the mushy mass spread up between his legs. Aonother brief bubble of pressure rose as he kicked, squirmed, and did what babies did, the warm mess spreading between his spread legs and all the way up the front of his diaper, leaving it bulging and filled. With the deed done, the squirming hatchling relaxed, sleep overtaking the full dragon, contented by the warmth of pajamas and blankets and the extra warmth smooshing around his diaper with each wriggle. His mind drifted off into sleep, trying to remember what he had been dreaming about before. Something about... school, or a girl? He looked forward to when he was old enough to go to school.

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A short story I whipped up after being inspired by  wonderingwolf18, after he sent ME a story about babby Dan at night. I felt like doing something gradual AR, I tried to make it subtle with little things happening and descriptions changing without drawing TOO much attention to them, until it was nigh impossible not to. I hope you enjoy!