Not my usual style but one that had been nagging at the back of my mind for some time. Perhaps it should have stayed there… you be the judge
Simon sat at his computer naked apart from his special thick diaper and clicked on the download button. As he waited his right hand automatically rubbed his cock through the soft padded material as he absentmindedly clicked the mouse over his email and began to read what had come in overnight. Thankfully, the usual load of spam offering pills and potions to make his cock bigger had already been siphoned off to the recycle bin and he was left with only real messages.
Simon loved the way his bum, surrounded by the fluffy cushioning, wriggled in the seat. He may be friendless and alone but this, this unbelievable feeling had become his second most favourite thing in the world… after… well… that came once he’d worked himself up enjoying the silky softness and glossy pleasure his diaper gave. This certainly made up for the lack of any human connection in his life. He certainly didn’t need the offered cock enhancing pills… he was doing OK without them.
Deleting almost mechanically he soon got through most of the garbage that made up his daily inbox and finally he was down to the last one. He had no idea who it was from but the opening line caught his interest;
‘You are invited to…’
No, not the usual invitation to help some Nigerian general launder several million dollars worth of unregulated income, or the offer to collect a share in a lottery that you didn’t even know you’d entered… no… it was an invite to take part in… an online orgy.
Simon scratched his head wondering how-the-hell you can have an orgy via the internet.
However, he was intrigued and clicked on the reply box.
There was an instant automated answer which read that his interest was noted, the organisers would be in touch and that he should make ‘preparations’ for something ‘quite extraordinary’. Also, a ‘Do not reply to this email’ note ran along the bottom of the screen with a timer counting down.
He glanced at it and saw that in 2 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes and 21, 20, 19… seconds, something was going to happen. He didn’t know why but he suddenly realised since he opened the message he’d been rubbing his crotch quite vigorously. Despite the thick packing his cock was hard and leaking into the soft fabric. He was feeling pretty hot and stimulated… a shiver ran through his body as he suddenly realised…
“Christ,” his body shook, “if this is how the message affects me…”
He left the rest of this notion in his head as he sat back in his leather computer chair, eased down his diaper and took a firm hold of his warm slick dick.
Every time Simon logged onto his computer, the countdown clock was there, reminding him, coaxing him, inviting him to do… WHAT?
He was getting a bit infuriated that after 24 hours he still hadn’t received any further info on what to expect or what was expected of him but, each time he viewed that silent but all intoxicating clock, his dick hardened and his diaper received another sudden coating of his baby making juice.
That was the seventh time since he’d received the email his hand had on reflex reached behind his diaper. Each wank had been longer, the sensations more intense, the pleasure immeasurable. For some reason he wasn’t too sure off he’d taken to wearing different protection whenever he parked himself in front of the screen. His growing array of plastic pants and different brands of diaper, all of which had been accessed via a few clicks online, were now adding to his growing pleasure. Even the slightly different style and fabric of his colourful diapers seemed to spur him on and take him to a previously undiscovered area of sensuality. The look, the feel, the sensation, the… everything just seemed… more!
Since he’d started wearing diapers again he’d really got off on their bulky comfort. He’d flirted with them when he started hard-core gaming, he didn’t want anything to distract him, least of all taking a piss. However, his gaming was now under control and had been for a couple of years so he had no real reason to wear them. Nonetheless, a few months back he watched a clip of some ABDLs on video and it brought back all the fun he felt when he slipped on a diaper. From the moment he taped it on he was back to a love that stirred deep feelings. Now, the thrill, the all-consuming desire to stroke, pat and fondle the malleable, plastic-coated, soft padding had proved irresistible.
He couldn’t explain it but it felt… different… sexier… more important… more… yes… that word again… everything was just simply… more.
Still the countdown continued.
12 hours 03 minutes and 14, 13, 12 seconds, Simon was again faced by the inevitability of time running out.
He tried to get on with some work he hadn’t been able to finish. Each time he started the clock kept demanded his attention. Even the folders full of unwatched porn sat unopened on his desktop as one hand clicked on various sites, while the other caressed his glossy covered cock.
As the countdown clock hit 12 hours dead a ‘You’ve Got Mail’ icon dinged and the decreasing numbers changed colour from white to pink. For some strange reason this short series of events had an effect and surprisingly he shot another load into his shiny plastic covered diaper.
He clicked the icon and the message revealed a tiny bit more information. It said a number: 14,237, which changed to 14,238 while he was looking at it. Oddly enough, it moved from the message page and took up space in a small box next to the pink countdown. His dick involuntarily pulsed and another great spurt further messed his waterproof fortification. His dick throbbed in its gooey plastic prison as the countdown clock ticked away to the 11th-hour… meanwhile, the numbers panel had increased by nine.
Simon knew something exciting would happen when the clock hit zero… he also had an inkling that the gradually increasing numbers perhaps meant the sum of people who were going to take part. He knew when, he just didn’t know where… or how.
Almost imperceptibly an urge was growing at the back of his mind. The entire process so far had been him passively waiting for something to happen but now he had an urge. As he had a few hours to kill he went shopping and although his cupboards were empty of food, eating wasn’t on his mind as he bypassed the grocery store and swept into the High Street sex store. He searched through the display of colorful and sexy branded items. He took his time fingering along the rows of black leather shorts, rubber and plastic articles, assorted accessories, eventually finding the very item he wanted, no, he needed to take home.
With over an hour to go Simon was back in place in front of the screen still unable to do more than watch as the pink clock, which was going a deeper shade of red, clicked down towards zero.
The numbers panel now read 26,189 and Simon’s head filled with the thought that those digits represented people.
What were they all like?
Were they like him?
Had this whole process affected them as it had done him?
Naked, apart from a pair of high-gloss, red, plastic briefs covering an ultra-thick disposable, which was securely holding in place the newly purchased 8" butt plug, his hard dick making the tightly stretched fabric super erotic, he couldn’t wait for that final few seconds.
His mind was filled with the thousands of other guys, waiting at their screens, rubbing their cocks, massaging their balls, tweaking their tits (yes this was another thing that he had surprising found out he loved since that countdown had begun), or perhaps like he was, lovingly massaging their padded mounds.
He wondered what else they would all be doing?
Would they all have found a new ‘vice’ to enjoy?
Maybe a messy, soaked diaper hanging abused from someone’s hips? He shivered at the thought.
Might they be sat in rubber, plastic, naked or… something he’d never even dreamed off…?
At that precise moment his mind was filled with the possibilities; each idea was thrilling and sending pulse after pulse of intoxicating pleasure to his already overloaded brain.
His cock was hard and demanding as his thoughts contemplated how kinky ‘others’ may be feeling, he wriggled and the 8" sensation drove him nearer to eruption.
His head swam at the varying sexy options. He wished he could see them all, or at least a few of them - he turned on his webcam just in case. With five minutes left, the two sets of numbers took up centre screen – large, beckoning - demanding to be watched.
The excitement was mounting. A squirming, sweating, thrilling buzz radiated across every nerve in Simon’s body, his brain had given itself over to the moment. His diaper had never felt bulkier, tighter, all engulfing, protecting and yet… leading him to an unknown pinnacle of… more!
Over thirty three thousand… and increasing… appeared on the left hand side of the screen as the final numbers disappeared from the clock on the right hand side. Sexy words and images flashed across the screen; erotic, super-stimulating thoughts exploded in his head, whilst strange thrilling sounds erupted from the speakers as the moment approached.
Simon pushed himself further back into his chair, the embedded butt-plug pushed deeper up his slick bum hole and violently stimulated his prostate. He wriggled in his seat setting up wave after wave of sensations arousing his entire body, while his fingers rippled along the thick and sexy outline of his diaper encased dick. With just seconds to spare he pulled himself free from the tight confines, aimed his cock at the screen and whooped with excitement as, with the final second disappearing, he could hold back no longer.
Around the world, at that precise second, 33,784 people viewing their screen joined in a mass ejaculation. For some it happened without touching, while for others, they couldn’t keep their hands from joining in that final, ultimate thrilling response. An ocean of semen hit monitors with mass intensity, which had left those who had taken part completely, but deliriously, spent.
No one knew who to thank, no one knew whose idea it was but all were sure that it had been a brilliant and satisfying event. As they all came down from their super-high they had found out a little bit more about themselves and had, in some way, finally made a connection with other people… 33,784 to be precise.
Later, while Simon wiped down the jizz-smeared glass, his blank screen burst into life and he saw that there was another guy watching him via his webcam. Simon, embarrassed, shoved his dick back behind his red plastic protection and turned his padded backside on the man. He thought he heard clapping and turned to see the man on screen applauding what he’d seen. Although the image was fairly dark there was absolutely no denying the mystery man was wearing an equally messed up diaper. A pair of ripped plastic pants hung from his hips… the man had certainly been affected by it all.
Simon, caressed the bulging silky front of his diaper and smiled to himself… proud of his part in the ‘orgy’. A thrill ran through his body unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. In response, his anal muscle clenched once again around the intruding butt plug, squeezing another jolt of electricity directly to his stiffening cock. He was still turned on by the entire event and, as his dick began to pulse once more, he thought now there were other possibilities.
Reading the signs, the man caressed his own immense padding and then applauded louder.
Another intense and unexpected slimy load quickly slicked his already soaked and abused diaper.
Simon’s body quaked, the soggy mass adding to the pleasure and the intense high demanding… more.
He smiled at the on-screen stranger and… ‘clicked’.