"C-can I hewlp?" I stutter.
He stops moving me to my bed and says, "Oh, sure! Yeah! I thought you might be a bit too shaken for that, but of course you can help!"
He gestures to his closet and we both make our way over. He hands me a fresh diaper and goes to grab his other supplies before I stop him. I whisper, "I can share if youw wan, no need to ge' ouwt a bunsh extwa."
"Okay," he says, "thanks. That's very nice of you." He blushes a little and glances back at his closet briefly. I follow his glance and see a black labrador stuffie in the back corner of his closet. He blushes even heavier as he sees me noticing him. He's so cute that I almost want to squeal, but I hold myself together. I reach over and grab his plushie and hand it to him. He accepts it with a huge grin growing across his face.
He whispers shyly, "...thanks…"
I remember my own stuffie and instantly want to bring it into the party as well. I hold up a finger to ask for a moment and rush to my closet. I open it slowly, feeling blushy also as I reveal that Harmoo and I have the same diaper concealing setup. I grab Jammy, my little gray wolf stuffie, out, and I remember that I took off his diaper when I hid him. It's always been a part of him, and, just like my starry bed spread, it pumps a bit of happiness into my head to think about it. I reach under my clothes pile and grab the little snap-on cloth diaper and quickly fashion it back onto Jammy's waist.
I turn around feeling prouder than ever for having my own stuffed animal, and I present Jammy to Harmoo with my arms held out.
"Oh he's very cute." Harmoo chimes as I hand over Jammy to him. He asks, "What's his name?"
"Jammy," I whisper, "what'sh yours'sh name?"
"Fiddles." He responds, and he hugs both of them close.
He slowly shuffles his way over to the changing mat and squats down onto it before sitting. His diaper hangs down as he sits and then squishes audibly against his butt. He giggles a little and says, "I'm glad this thing didn't leak. I didn't get to change before class."
I vaguely hear what he says as I find myself staring at the thick, swollen, pale-yellow padding between his legs. He leans back into my pillow and holds the stuffies in both arms, looking at me expectantly. I clear my throat and get down on my knees between his legs.
With a moment of hesitation, I reach out and put my fingers on his top tapes. I rip them off with a resounding screech from both, and with a gulp I go for the lower tapes. They come off slower and louder than the first, pulling the diaper up slightly with them before finally breaking free. The wings of his diaper flop to either side, and the front sags down, still covering his privates.
I breathe in deeply, feeling myself blushing but also pulled forward by Harmoo's confident smile. My eyes dart back and forth from his eyes to the front of his diaper. The diaper itself very slowly starts to fall off his groin with gravity. With a little "eep!" I grab the top of his diaper with both hands. My knuckles brush against his soft belly fur, and I find a new level of blushiness as my fingertips push into the wet fluff of the very top of the padding.
"Ya-you were wr-right," I whisper, "ish reawy fuwll…"
He nods at me, still with a massive smile across his face, and says back, "Good thing 'yer here to help."
A bubbling of butterflies rises through my stomach and then shivers down my back. I swear my smile grows so big that it peeks out from behind the pacifier. I shift for a second and feel the comfortable hug of my own diaper, and I can't wait to give him that same feeling.
I draw down his diaper front. First his belly button is revealed, a small amount of white baby powder caked in it. Next his belly and upper thighs, just as black and again with little purplish spots all over. And finally his diaper schlepps to the mat, exposing his rather large, thick sheath and plump balls. I involuntarily exhale a quiet huff, noticing a small amount of light pink poking out of his sheath through his sodden fur.
My face must be redder than a radish as I try to look at his cute face rather than his admittedly impressive package. I feel my own penis swell slightly, and I feel my tip rub against the front of my diaper as it emerges from my sheath. I shake my head faintly and force myself to focus on cleaning him rather than gawking at him.
I gulp and then grab the wipes, pulling one out. I start at his bellybutton, falteringly using my finger within the wipe to lightly dig out the bit of extra powder inside. Harmoo giggles, and I can't help but think he's giggling at how flustered I am despite the fact that I'm basically tickling him. I move to his lower stomach and rub the sogginess out of his fur. His fur is short and fine and very soft, and the residual pee comes off easily. I avoid looking down further and wipe his inner thighs next, but I feel my stomach rumble with anticipation as I find that the only spots on his front left unclean are his sheath and balls.
I ditch my current wipe and get a new one, trying to bolster myself for what I'm about to do. I shiver for a moment as I turn back to him. His chubby, sweet face hasn't lost an ounce of its excitement, and his eyes beam at me with what I hope is trust. With a moment of hesitation, I drape the wipe over his privates and carefully touch through it to begin cleaning them. As I press against his sheath, his penis quickly begins to harden and push the wipe away. I try to ignore it and press on, wiping off his bits awkwardly, but his rapidly growing member yanks my attention away from anything else as it reveals itself. His penis is long and lean. The base is a dark purple which gradients into a pastel pink across the shaft and ends up almost white at the very tip.
I catch myself staring and force my mouth closed. I've barely even begun to get his privates clean, and already I feel my face growing hot with embarrassment. He's so cute and so hot, and I didn't think that thought would truly set in this quickly. I'm not at all prepared to be this close to him so soon, but I don't at all want it to stop. I just can't find the words to make sure I'm not messing this up.
"So," he asks, snapping me out of my trance before continuing, "how long have you been in diapers?"
I snap back into the situation, looking back at his face again. He's watching me wipe him with a similar curiosity as he has when I was changing myself. His eyes are so exacting and innocent, and I feel okay because of them somehow. I slur into my binky, "I nevew- uh… I nevew got potty twained. My pawents twied a few times when I was young… bu- I've nevew been able to holthd it for more than a few minutes…"
I find myself looking into his eyes instead of at his privates, and I continue to wipe them absentmindedly as we talk.
"Pretty similar for me…" He says back, "Too many wet floors and my parents had me back in diapers in no time."
I chuckle at his admission, and I start to calm down as I realise just how much we are in the same boat. His curious staring continues as I finish wiping his front, and I catch his gaze with my own several times. A bit of confidence grows in me as we hold longer and longer eye contact. I move to his butt, wiping his cheeks quickly and reaching his crack. I run a wipe down its middle a few times, and he shakes and giggles, seemingly tickled by it. Still holding up his legs, I drag his hefty, wet diaper out from under him and try to ball it up like he did. I get the diaper folded, albeit much looser than he did, and then I have to concede to letting him down and using my other hand to tape it back up. I get all the wet stuff deposited in the trash bag, and then I look at Harmoo for guidance.
He cheerfully grabs the bottle of powder from his side and the diaper from the other, and he holds them out to me. I can't help but let my head swoon slightly to the left, seeing how adorable he is holding the supplies through his legs and out to me. I accept them and unfold the diaper, shaking it out like he did. This part shouldn't be too hard, and I hope he can help with the tapes once we get there.
He lifts his butt up, and I slide the diaper under him just past his puffy tail. Before he sets back down, I grab the powder and gesture for him to lift a little more. He puts a paw under his back and hoists himself further, giving me a wonderful view of him. I grin and puff some powder into the seat of his diaper and then onto his butt. Most of the powder drifts down off him, and I gush at the opportunity to pat some into his fur. I pour some more powder into my paw, and I rub it around on his buttcheeks, making little circles. He chuckles and sighs with comfort.
I let him sit back down into the diaper, and then I get to move to his front. I turn the bottle over and drop probably too much powder onto his lap. I close and put down the powder, almost giddy to get to spread it around now. I lay my paws on his tummy and then rub all around, pushing powder into his fur. He exhales and stretches a little, clearly enjoying the tummy rubs. I continue to massage his stomach for a few more seconds than necessary, just enjoying the luxury I can give him, before I move to his thighs. I get them well whited up with powder, and at this point his fur almost looks like a different color all around his loins. I giggle a little, finally getting to tend to his now shrinking penis. I pull the last of the mound of powder into my paws and gingerly caress his balls and sheath at once with it. I knead the powder into the cracks and crevices, letting his penis recede back into his sheath. As soon as his groin is powdered, my embarrassment reemerges, and I realize that this isn't necessarily supposed to be sexual right now. I blush a lot more at the wriggling bunny beneath me, feeling sort of awkward now that my part of this change is done.
I don't know if Harmoo sees my awkwardness, but I remove my hands hastily now that he's ready to be taped up. I start to wipe off my hands, and he quickly repositions himself for taping and leans up to grab the front of his diaper. I feel clean enough, so I double back around and help him pull the front up over himself. He swiftly and expertly swaddles himself with the wings and pulls the tapes into place perfectly. I'm still shocked a little by his mastery of this, and watching him almost makes my head spin.
He reaches out a paw and I accept it mechanically. He pulls himself into a sitting position and then guides both of us up to standing.
"One last thing," he says, seeming extremely at ease, "can you do my tail tape for me?" He asks, and I get the distinct feeling that he could do it himself but wants my help.
I nod, and he spins around and leans down a little, putting his diapered butt on prominent display before me. He says, "Make sure it's nice n' snug, wouldn't want it leakin'."
I nod to myself this time and half step forward. I get the brim of his diaper in one hand and the tape in the other, and I pull the tape over and try my best to seal his tail in evenly. My tape job doesn't feel like anything special, unlike the masterpiece of a diaper that he's put me in, but it definitely pulls his tail up a little and makes his butt look delightfully padded. I smile, and my smile quickly fades away as I move my hands away, wishing I could keep them against his diaper for a bit. But before that speck of longing can linger, Harmoo whirls around with the most precious grin all over his face.
"Thanks a bunch for the help!" He says, and he barrels into me with a hug. His arms wrap around me really tight, and he gets about as close to me as possible. Our chests press into each others', and his soft fur rubs against my own. I wasn't expecting him to hug me, and I suddenly feel worked up and blushy. I half return his hug with a small one of my own, and he closes in tighter. His cheek brushes past mine as he rubs the side of his face from my shoulder up to my ear. He's so warm and soft, and I feel mesmerized in his grasp. I sigh happily, just enjoying the feeling of my new friend around me.
He pulls away, and I'm left stunned and silent, staring at where he just was in my arms. I feel so cozy and happy that I could almost start crying again.
Harmoo's hand glides up my arm and to my shoulder, and his face fills with concern and remorse for a moment as he notices the droplets of tears forming in my eyelids. He asks, "Oh, you okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
I whisper slowly, "No, the owposite, actuawly. Weally comfy."
I open my arms again slightly, and he bounds back into me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders much tighter than before, I feel his hand on the back of my diaper and his other arm wrapped up my back and around my shoulder, pulling every bit of my torso against his. He massages my diaperbutt, and a rhythm of crinkling mixes in with the soft sighs and hums we both make in each other's sudden embrace. 
"Tank you, 'Moo." I murmur.
"Thank'ya too." He responds, rubbing the side of his head against mine.