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Crushed – Chapter Five
🕑 Added 2023-08-04 23:00:02 +0000 UTCWant to see more of James and Alice? Let me know in the comments, and I might be persuaded to write even more sequel chapters!
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Back by Popular Demand! sang the gleaming vinyl sign, the technicolor lettuce and tomato of its giant burger shimmering in the hot summer light. The breeze from the cars whizzing past made it snap and billow in the wind, the sharp crackle of its thick plastic sounding like distant shots. From his position in the passenger seat, James turned and stared at it, momentarily distracted from a very different – and to him, far more serious – affair.
An affair, that is, that also had to do with the sound of plastic. An affair that Alice had already assured him was discreetly contained beneath his jeans – but which, with even the tiniest shift of his weight, set the blood rushing to his cheeks and his pulse hammering with anxious intensity.
"What's the matter?" Alice inquired, maneuvering the green sedan into the proper lane and easing to a stop before the traffic light. "You seem a bit… distracted." She glanced over, her dark eyes bright and merrily inquiring beneath her bangs. Her hand reached across, down… and came to rest squarely on his denim-clad crotch, dealing it and the puffy bulk beneath a firm squeeze. "Not thinking about going back on your promise, are you?"
James shook his head, squirming uncomfortably at the hot embarrassment blossoming within. "No- no, really! I- um, I'm just… thinking…" "About what?" Alice giggled softly, accelerating once more and passing beneath the green light. "About your pretty girlfriend? About how it's just you and her, all alone this week? About how, with Mom away at that dumb conference, we can do anything we want?"
"Uh… kinda," he managed with a weak grin, but paused as a thought occurred to him. "But, I mean. Not quite everything, right? I mean, you said, you know… that you- that it's that time of month for you…"
"So?" Alice chuckled, with a wry glance down at her own crotch. "Yeah, not a lot to do about periods. But believe me, we can have plenty of fun even if my lady bits are down for the count." She winked over at James. "Or is my little bedwetting boyfriend jealous now that he's not the only one needing a bit of padding down there?"
"I- it's not-" James sputtered, which made Alice laugh all the harder. "Oh, seriously, you're too cute," she giggled, and now she was accelerating onto the highway. "Which actually reminds me about something. I've been meaning to ask you – in all seriousness, okay? Like, what's so interesting to you about diapers, anyway? Not judging, I swear! I'm just trying to figure out what you get out of it. I mean," she grinned suddenly, "I get that it's fun for you now, with a sexy girl like me teasing you about them. But you were super into them before, right? Like… what's so hot about wearing Pampers?"
James gulped. He drew a hasty breath… fidgeted… glanced unseeing out the window. "Umm… it's kinda hard to say," he managed. But as Alice kept quiet, he drew another breath and went on. "I guess… I dunno. They, um, they feel good. Like, really soft and thick and all. And they, I guess… they look super hot. To me."
Alice smiled silently, but nodded encouragingly. "Okay…?" "And," he continued, with a self-conscious glance down at his padded crotch, "It's kinda… I dunno. It's like this huge rush, you know? Like, the whole idea of just… losing control. Of not having any control anymore. Kinda like it would be if you were all tied up or whatever, I guess." His voice was dropping lower, trembling and unsure. "And it's also kinda a rush, you know… the thought of being embarrassed. Made fun of…"
He was beet-red now, but before she could interrupt, he plunged on. "Anyway, that's pretty much it. Oh, and I know diapers sound dirty and all. Right? But they're not, really. Like, especially if you just wear or wet them. 'Cause, like, urine is totally clean. Seriously, it's one of the least germy things around!" "Oh, really?" Alice tilted her head, glancing over in wry amusement at his ardent tone. "Yeah!" he continued in a rush. "And, I mean, compared to other stuff, it's fine. You know, like food sex, and wet and messy stuff, and-"
"'Food sex'? 'Wet and messy'?" Alice eyebrows were raised, a tolerant smile on her face. "What's that, exactly?" "Oh- um! It's uh- well, lots of things," James faltered, half mortified at having plunged headlong into yet another weird topic. "Like, um… playing around with stuff in bed, like whipped cream? Or getting all kinds of gooey foods dumped on you?"
"Wait, really? That's a thing?!" She was genuinely intrigued now, he could tell. "Okay, wow. Are you into that stuff too?" She giggled, flicking on her turn signal as the supermarket hove into view. "You want me to take some of that ice cream we had last night and smear it in your face or something? Or, wait – I know! Dump it in your diaper?!" She was cackling for real now, as James' crimson cheeks bore mute witness to the fact that, yes, he did indeed like the thought of it. "Well, I guess that would make you look like a real baby, wouldn't it? Like, just… wow!"
"Well, whatever the case, thanks for explaining," she sighed, easing the car into an empty spot and reaching to switch off the ignition. "Seriously. It really helps me to know what kind of stuff you like. And…", she continued, unfastening her seat belt and swiveling to gaze fully at him, a wry smile on her face. "It's definitely giving me some ideas."
She planted a quick peck on the tip of his nose, then spun and slid out of the car. "Come on, baby," she called, and James winced – not only at how loudly and casually she used the word, but at the crinkle of his hidden diaper as he slid obediently out after her. "Let's go already!", she giggled, waving him to follow. "We've got some shopping to do!"
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Oh, had they.
James shivered, as much at the memory of his first-ever trip to the store while diapered as at the sensation of the cold kitchen chair beneath him. Alice had ordered him to strip not more than a few minutes ago, a roguish smile on her face as she'd headed into the bathroom with a mound of clothes in her hands. "When I come out, I want to see you right there in that chair, buddy. Just you in your pretty pink diaper, okay?"
Yep, that was him. James, her boyfriend. James, the confirmed diaper lover. James, the guy who in three short weeks was about to embark on four years of college – and thanks to Alice's machinations, as a verified and documented bedwetter.
Oh, god. This really was his life now, huh? But both his own aching need to urinate and his thoughts of how nice it would feel to do so faded in an instant. For the bathroom door opened – Alice stepped out – and James's eyes widened in sudden, shocked wonderment.
"Like it?" Alice giggled self-consciously, glancing down at her skimpy new attire. She was clad in a ruffled, sky-blue bikini top, her modest curves swelling softly within their confining cups. It was a lovely top, true. But it was the bottom that held James' undivided attention. For there, swelling in all its thick and pastel glory between her smooth thighs, was not a matching bikini bottom – but one of the blue-and-white disposable diapers she'd purchased specifically for him.
"I mean, I can't let my suit get stained from my period," she laughed softly, spinning back and forth with all the willowy grace of a model. "No- uh, I mean-" James stammered, at a loss for words. His cock was instantly, achingly hard, his own padding tenting with the fierce need of his arousal. "I, uh- sure? But I thought-"
"That I wasn't into diapers? I'm not," Alice giggled, stepping toward him and tweaking his nose playfully. "At least, I don't think so? But you know, what I am into is seeing you melt into a pathetic little puddle whenever I tease you." She grew playfully severe now, a mock frown darkening her countenance as she reached down and stroked firmly at his clearly visible erection. "See? Look at this! I can't even wear a simple little swimsuit without you getting all hard and excited! You really do need a diaper to keep you out of trouble, don't you?"
But before he could stammer out a reply, she was stepping for the cabinet behind him. "Lucky for you, I know some other things to keep you out of trouble," she rapped out – and with a sharp tearing sound, she jerked the end of the roll of duct tape loose. "Hold still, baby. I gotta make sure you don't go anywhere. That you end up all nice and helpless… just like you like…"
Was it the most expert job, those clumsy wraps of tape around his wrists? Were they the most elegant, those uneven strips binding his ankles to the wooden chair legs? Probably not – but it didn't really matter. James couldn't twist free, and Alice was laughing, and as she deposited the tape roll on the table, she wriggled her padded rear provocatively before him.
"Ooh, look at the dumb, helpless baby bedwetter now!" she taunted, turning and reaching down to massage his padded erection once more. "You really do like this, huh? Enjoying your pretty, sexy girlfriend to make fun of you? Ooh, maybe having her keep you here and making you pee in your diaper like a real baby? I bet you'd love that!" She giggled and thrust her fingers between his lips, playfully stroking his head and forcing him to gaze up into her eyes. "Go on, honey. I know you love sucking me. Gotta make sure a dumb, helpless little baby like you has something to suck on when his girlfriend's pussy isn't available…"
"Mm- uuuhhhhhmmmm- hhhmmm-" James was moaning out around her slender fingers, his vision wobbling, his brain afire with arousal. His trapped cock was already spasming, on the verge of spurting a massive load into its cotton prison. But then, just as he was about to lose control… Alice withdrew. Laughing.
"Wait, I know something just perfect for a hungry boy like you." She slipped away toward the kitchen, and James let out a low, longing moan as her crinkling ass disappeared around the corner. This Alice was… incredible. Devious. Scary. Everything he wanted and needed and feared, all rolled into one…
And then she reappeared – with a shit-eating grin on her face and something in each hand that was enough to make him shudder with longing.
"You know, I originally thought this stuff would be good for breakfasts," she remarked conversationally, plopping the astonishingly large tub of Greek yogurt on the table beside him and peeling back the top. "Remember how cheap it was? And you were saying I was an idiot to buy two – that I'd never manage to use them up before they went bad…"
Plop. He let out a strained whimper of delight and shock as the first cold, thick wad of yogurt slipped from her fingers and down his bare chest. "Aww, like that, huh?" Alice teased, and soon a second and third dollop of yogurt fell, landing with wet splats on his naked skin. "You know, I'm beginning to see how fun this can be! But here, baby – I need to make sure you try it…"
Into his mouth she pressed a thick, gooey handful – and he let out a strangled, wet bleat of delight from beneath her fingers. "Ooh, this is hot! Come on, baby – more. Eat more for me, baby. Stuff it in your mouth. You can't help it, can you? Aww, you literally can't – no matter how hard you try!" She laughed now: a full-throated, husky laugh of aroused joy. "You're just a dumb- helpless- bedwetting baby. Tied up, with his hot girlfriend forcing him to eat his supper…"
By the time the tub was empty, James was practically covered in yogurt: hair plastered with the white cream, his entire face and front slippery with goo. He blinked pathetically up at Alice, who was wiping her hands clean on his legs. "Bhu- Ahlish-" he began, his tongue thick and his voice husky with longing. "Bhleaze- I- I'm sho hornee-"
"Hush, you," she commanded, and James lapsed into obedient silence, staring as she reached back to the second item she'd brought out. "You want to cum, huh? You wanna make a dumb, pathetic creamy mess in your diaper? Well, baby… You're gonna hafta eat some cream first!"
It was a silly line, perhaps: improvised on the spot by an inexperienced young woman. But the passion was genuine, the energy unmistakable, the affection undeniable. And undeniable too was the thick mass of the chocolate cream pie she produced: ramming it slowly… deliberately… firmly… deep into her bound and diapered boyfriend's face.
"Yeah, I thought so," she offered wryly, when at last the muffled cries and gurgles of his pent-up orgasms had finally lapsed into sticky, goo-filled, panting moans of adoration. "I thought you deserved that… you dumb little diaper baby." She grinned at last – and bent down to plant another kiss on the cream-covered, unrecognizable face of her gasping boyfriend. "Something tells me you liked that, hmm?"
The sticky, dribbling moan of rapturous delight that escaped James's lips was all the answer she needed.
Comments
Paul Bennett
Seems like these two are going to have a lot of fun learning and experiencing new things. Great story PLP.
