This is the first thing I’ve written in a while, thought I’d drop it here. It’s very sex-driven so it is probably a bit nonsensical. Not for those who are uncomfortable with messing, watersports or hand jobs.
“Ugh, there’s that smell again,” Joey thought. It happened once every couple weeks or so: he would be sitting in class when a disgusting odor hit his nose. The first time it happened he and his classmates thought someone had just farted, but the smell always lingered for far longer than farts normally do. They all looked around as they always did, wondering about the source of the stench and holding their noses. The teacher always pretended not to notice, but the students could see her wrinkling her nose as it invaded the classroom.
One girl, however, did not seem to mind the smell. In fact, she secretly enjoyed it, since she was the one who caused it in the first place.
You see, Brittany had a bit of a secret. I say “a bit of” because she did not do a very good job of keeping it that way. She enjoyed wearing and using diapers. When she was around 8 or 9 years old, she came to realize that using diapers would mean not having to go to the bathroom and interrupt what she was doing. She explained this in a straightforward manner to her parents who, though a bit taken aback, decided that there was no real harm if that’s what she really wanted. After all, they would do anything to make her happy.
At first, it was just for the convenience. She liked not having to get off the couch while in the middle of a TV show or video game and simply pee or poop where she sat. Her parents often changed her until she was about 12 years old, when she began doing it herself. By this time, she had also discovered how good it felt to touch herself. Somehow, the feeling was amplified when wearing diapers, especially if she had used them. The smell of urea and feces stirred something in her young, hormonal brain that was impossible to describe but felt incredible, leaving her with an insatiable desire to rub herself to climax, sometimes several times in one sitting. She relented taking off the diapers and throwing away her beautiful, comfortable mess, but she was worried about developing a rash should she decide to stay in it too long.
Her parents had prevented her from wearing to school until she reached high school. By that point, they decided to allow her to do as she pleased. It felt a bit weird to her at first, but she quickly got used to it. She rarely messed at school and tried to save it for when she got home so that people would not discover her. But in her senior year, she began to care less and less about getting caught since she would soon be moving on to college and would likely not see most of those people again. In fact, the prospect of getting caught somehow turned her on even more. When possible, she would sit in the back of the room and masturbate, reaching into her diaper and rubbing herself to climax. She had gotten good at doing this silently through practice and would make sure that the teacher was not looking. In her last class, she would sometimes mess herself before the class ended, leaning slightly forward in her chair and straining until the poop flowed into the seat of the diaper, covering her butt in warm, smelly mush. She would sit back down on it, shifting now and then to remind herself of her dirty deed and looking around excitedly at her classmates as they held their noses and batted the air in a useless attempt to fend off her terrible odor.
But today, Joey was not worried about the smell. He was too excited about what he was about to do after class. The small boy probably reached no higher than five-and-a-half feet and his blonde hair was long and unkempt over the pale skin of his face. Had you not known he was a senior in high school, you may have instead guessed that he was about to reach the 8th grade. But small as he was, he planned to ask Brittany, who seemed to tower over him by comparison, to prom. She was at least 4 inches taller than him and had short black hair and tan skin. Though she had a decent body and was quite pretty, she seemed to draw away from people for the most part. She had not gone unnoticed by Joey, though, who had fallen in love with her at first sight. He didn’t understand why, but some kind of lovely pheromone seemed to draw him toward her.
The bell rang and the students grabbed their bags and began exiting the room quickly to escape the stench at last. Joey quickly went to his locker to gather his things so that he could make it to Brittany’s locker before she left. He saw her standing there in her usual hoody-sweatpants attire and took a deep breath. “Okay, this is it,” he thought to himself. He strode over confidently until he was right by her side. “Um, Brittany?” he said.
Brittany closed her locker and turned, looking down at the boy. “Oh, hey Joey!” she said happily. “What’s up?”
Joey was about to begin again, but caught another whiff of the stench that had been emanating from the classroom. He turned around to look; had it really traveled that far?
Brittany grew confused now, looking over to where the classroom was. “What’s wrong?” Brittany asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Joey said. “Just that weird smell that always happens in the classroom. I think it somehow carried out to here…”
Brittany’s face grew red. She had never confronted someone about the smell coming from her putrid behind before. She instinctively reached behind to lightly touch the mess that lay there now, pulling down on her diaper and covered only by the baggy sweatpants she wore. The fact that she was now face-to-face with a classmate while wearing a messy diaper was overwhelming. She struggled to stifle a giggle as she smiled and responded with a simple “Mm hmm,” nodding her head.
Joey brought his attention back to Brittany. “So anyway, uh…” He screwed up. In those moments he had somehow forgotten what he was going to say. “Uh- um, ho-how you doing?” he asked awkwardly.
“Good, good,” Brittany responded. “How are you?” She was beginning to wonder what this was all about.
“Oh, I-I’m good,” Joey stuttered. There was an awkward silence between the two as Joey was internally hitting himself trying to think of what to say next. “So uh… I was just wondering, uh… if you maybe…” he trailed off.
Brittany glanced to the side and back at Joey. “If I what?” she inquired.
“Uh… If you had a… a-um… a prom date yet?” Joey blushed and rubbed his head as the words came out of his mouth. This could not have been a more awkward way to ask a girl to prom, but he had just done it.
Around them, the crowd leaving the hallway began to thin. Brittany did not know what to say to this; she had never imagined being asked to prom. She had not even thought about prom until just now. But something about Joey had hit her in a way she did not think possible. She felt some inexplicable attachment to him, his cute boyish face red with embarrassment after asking the question. An idea slowly began to form in her twisted mind as she opened her mouth to answer.
“Yes,” she responded, “of course I’ll go with you!”
Joey looked up in astonishment. “Really?!” he exclaimed. “You will?” A smile began to grow on his face, which grew a deeper red still.
“Yes!” Brittany said excitedly. “But first, I wanna show you something.” She extended her hand to Joey, intending for him to grab it.
“Oh, uh…” Joey was confused, but grabbed the girl’s hand anyway. “Okay, I guess.”
She began swiftly dragging him through the empty hallway until they reached the girl’s bathroom. “Wait here,” she demanded. She went inside for a brief moment then opened the door from within, signalling for Joey to come in.
Joey was even more confused now. “Uh, I don’t know if I should…” He began rubbing his head again.
“Oh come on!” Brittany said forcefully. “Nobody’s even in here.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the girl’s bathroom. He immediately noticed that it was much nicer than the boys’ decrepit old bathroom with freshly painted walls and clean fixtures. He still noticed the stench from earlier somehow, but just assumed that it was because he was in the bathroom.
“Okay,” Brittany said from the middle of the bathroom floor, “are you ready?”
“Um… ready for what?” Joey asked uncertainly.
“Ready…” Brittany grasped the top of her pants, preparing herself mentally. “This is it,” she thought. “You’re about to get caught!” She was ecstatic at the naughtiness of it all, how forbidden it was for a girl her age to be wearing a fully loaded diaper, about to reveal it in front of a boy she barely knew, all in a public bathroom. “…for this!” She pulled down her sweatpants, revealing the nasty padding underneath. Joey could only stare with utter amazement and mild disgust as he slowly recognized the thing she was wearing. It drooped between her legs from the weight of her mess, which had stained the once-white outside a slight tint of yellow-brown.
“What the…” Joey could not believe what he was seeing. He stood paralyzed in place and continued to stare as Brittany began to strip off her sweatshirt, revealing the bra underneath.
“What’s the matter?” Brittany asked playfully, clearly enjoying his predicament. “Don’t you like what you see?” She smiled slyly.
“I… uhh…” Joey’s lips moved as he tried to find words for what he was looking at. Meanwhile, Brittany began to move in on the bewildered boy.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” she said as she moved closer. She now stood right in front of him, looking down as his eyes moved from her face to her diaper and back. “Here, you want to touch it?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and forced his hand onto the front of the diaper. She felt it squish ever so slightly against her and felt a wave of pleasure overcome her.
Joey was surprised at the sudden movement. His hand, which had been by his side just a moment ago, was now up against the padding that he had only ever seen on babies. To his surprise, it was warm, almost pleasantly so. The smell in his nose was now reinvigorated as the diaper was now practically directly in his face. Though every instinct in him told him to run, something about the situation was appealing enough that he stayed. He even kept his hand on the diaper after Brittany had let go of it.
“You like?” Brittany asked in the same playful voice.
“I… I don’t know…” Joey responded weakly.
“Come on!” Brittany demanded. “Rub it around. See how it feels.”
Joey obliged and began moving his hand back and forth across the stained outer plastic of the diaper. It was a weird feeling: squishy and malleable, like he imagined caressing a girl’s boob would be. Suddenly, he felt a movement in his lower body and remembered something. He looked over to the stalls, then back at Brittany. “I, uh… I have to go the bathroom real quick…” He usually went right after class, and he had planned to do it after asking Brittany to prom.
“Oh, you do?” Brittany asked. She looked down at her diaper, full as it was already with her own bodily wastes, and had another fantastic idea. She removed Joey’s hand from the diaper and knelt down in front of him. “Well, your toilet is right here!” she exclaimed excitedly. She pulled open the waistband which stretched the tapes slightly.
Joey looked down uncertainly. “What…”
“Just use my diaper!” Brittany said. “It’s fine, really!”
“Um, maybe I should just use the toilet…” Joey mumbled.
Brittany got exasperated. “Look, Joey. If you want me to go to prom with you, then do what I say. Now pee in my diaper!” she ordered.
Joey hesitated, but her eyes pierced him and he slowly began undoing his pants. He had never been naked in front of a girl before, let alone to piss on her. He slid his pants down and revealed his rather unimpressive member. Brittany seemed to stare at it hungrily as he grabbed it in preparation. “Okay,” he thought. “This is okay. Sure, she’s weird. But, I mean, we’re all weird, right? In different ways. This is just like using the toilet. Just imagine you’re using the toilet.” He looked down at her open diaper directly below him, aimed, and slowly let the pee flow from his body.
The first few drops hit the floor, but he gained control and watched the stream enter the waiting padding. Brittany’s eyes closed as she embraced the warmth coming from his pee, mixing with her own and strengthening the smell of ammonia and feces already choking the air around them. He was worried the diaper wouldn’t hold it all but he couldn’t stop once he had begun. He watched, transfixed, as the diaper started swelling even more. The color grew a darker yellow with the addition of his urine and it began growing down between the girl’s thighs.
When he finally finished, Joey was amazed that none of it had leaked. The diaper had grown considerably in size and now drooped quite low on Brittany. He could not believe that he had just peed, into a diaper, that a girl his own age was wearing. This morning he had never imagined this would be happening. It was so wrong, and yet… he began to feel blood rush involuntarily to his penis.
“Mmmm…” Brittany let out as the stream stopped. “That was nice.” She was now extremely turned on. She had just done the unthinkable and allowed a boy to pee into her own diaper. The very thought that she was now wearing someone else’s pee, mixed in with her own pee and poop, nearly drove her to orgasm by itself. She noticed Joey’s penis begin to stiffen up against his will. “I knew it!” she shouted. “You DO like this! You dirty, dirty boy.”
Joey’s face could not have been more red at this point. He started stuttering something, but Brittany shushed him. “It’s okay,” she said. “Thank you for doing what I told you. Now, let me return the favor…” With that, she lightly grasped his cock in her hand, much to his surprise. His eyes widened as she began to move her hand back and forth over the shaft and head while simultaneously reaching into her diaper to rub her own pussy. Joey’s breathing grew heavy; the once-nauseating smell was now somehow turning him on. Brittany had given the stench an erotic feel, and his boyish face scrunched up as she continued to rub back and forth. Brittany’s eyes were now closed in bliss, rubbing both hands simultaneously, her gasps growing louder as she went. She heard Joey begin grunting as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm, which only served to quicken her own progress. Before long, Joey’s back arched and he let out a light yelp as cum shot from his penis and onto Brittany’s face and body. Feeling the emission of his semen gave her the final push she needed, and she uttered a delighted gasp as her own body began to convulse in warm waves of pleasure, her hips moving rhythmically back and forth as she felt the diaper swing between her legs, the warm mess spreading slightly over her cheeks as she did so. She felt some of the cum drip down her body and into the slight opening of her diaper, and she delighted in the thought of having his semen remain in her diaper until she got home to change.
The deed now done, both of them opened their eyes and looked at each other. Joey could not find words to say as he fumbled with his pants belt and fly. Brittany, however, strolled nonchalantly over to her sweatpants and sweatshirt and began putting them back on over her drooping, full diaper, not even bothering to clean the cum from her face or her body first. She made her way past Joey out the door and looked devilishly at him. “See you tomorrow,” she waved as she walked out the door.
Joey was completely dumbfounded. Not only had the girl of his dreams been wearing and using a diaper all this time, and not only did he pee in her diaper and get his first hand job from her…
…but somehow, he loved it.