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Daily Free-Write April 14, 2023: Little Big Bro Pt. 11
🕑 Added 2023-04-14 16:02:41 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: By Popular Demand, here is the next part of Little Big Bro! CW: Messing (not explicit)
There is no point debating with myself. I’m so pent up it doesn’t matter. Reluctantly I pick up the wand and switch it on. I lower it to the front of my diaper. The moment it comes into contact with my crotch a wave of pleasure shoots through me. I let out an involuntary moan and I’m glad there’s no one around to hear.
I begin to rub the wand up and down the front of my wet diaper. It’s extremely satisfying and I find myself humping into the air. This may not be pussy but it still feels pretty good. Better, even.
No. I mentally slap myself for thinking that. I can’t allow myself to think that. Diapers are not better than… unnnghhh… it feels so good, though.
The weird thing is that my dick doesn’t get hard. At no point does it seem to harden at all, which is very unusual since I normally get an erection at the drop of a hat.
That's when it hits me. The medicine. Whatever he gave me must be affecting my ability to get an erection. It doesn't matter, though. In my diaper, an erection would just get in the way. This is better. Easier to get off when I'm soft. I continue to rub the wand up and down as I feel myself get closer... that's when something else happens... my tummy rumbles... Oh no. That pill wasn't a... I grunt and clench my gut as I feel the urge to go come on hard and strong. Yet, somehow, it only increases my feeling of pleasure.
"No," I gasp. "Not like this..." I don't want to get off to the feeling of going into my diapers. I'm supposed to be past that. I'm supposed to like pussy, not diapers. I'm supposed to... "Nnnnghhhhh!" I feel my balls tightening up already as I hump the wand. Crinkles fill the room as the diaper and plastic pants hold me tight, pressing up against me as if they are thirsty for my cum. Maybe I can make it before I make a big mess... Maybe I can... "Ohhhhhhhhhh hnnnnghhhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkkkkk!"
I yell out, filling my diaper in the back as I thrust into the wand. The feeling is orgasmic, better than cumming, even, which is a problem, because I don't want to like filling my diapers. However, it's no use. I couldn't cum. I'm left with the mixed feelings of frustration and satisfaction. That's when I hear a noise and look over.
"Oh shit! What are you doing here?"
Standing in the doorway is our RA, staring open mouthed.
"I-I heard a... noise complaint..." We both stare for a moment, frozen. My mind is working slower than normal. Like molasses. Even as other faces of dorm residents start peering into the doorway with curiosity.
"Oh shit," I say, finally gathering the presence of mind to cover up. "Don't look!"
I turn away hiding my face. Maybe if I just pretend they're not there they'll go away.
"Are... are you okay?" They ask, tentatively.
"You didn't see that," I say, more to myself than anyone. There is a pause.
"I can't leave until you confirm you're okay. University policy... I'm sorry," the RA adds meekly.
"Y-yeah. I'm... I'm okay..." I say. "Please go..."
"Uh, but don't you need a ... um... diaper change?"
"A what?! I say, turning around, my eyes wide in shock and offense at what the RA just asked.
"Y-your brother. He said to-"
"DONOVAN!" I yell, in frustration and anger. What did he tell them? Did he tell everyone about my little diaper problem?
Just then, Donovan runs into the room. "Hey! I got the call. Is everything okay?"
"Uh, he says so," says the RA. "I was just about to... uh... help..."
"Don't worry, I got this," says Donovan. "Thank you."
Mercifully the door is finally shut, blocking out the prying eyes of everyone who had congregated in the dorm hallway.
"Well, well, well, looks like someone had a good time in their Diapee," says Donovan, picking up the wand from where it fell on the floor. "Peeyuuu! And you had a little accident! You know what that means."
"No fair, Big Bro! It was the medicine! I know it was!"
"Uh, huh. Sure,' says Donovan, rolling his eyes. "And did the medicine make you use the wand on your diaper too?" My mouth opens in shock for a moment... and then I pout as I have to admit the truth.
"...No..."
"That's right. You did it all on your own. Because you love your diapers. I know you do, lil bro. You always have."
"That's supposed to be a secret," I say, scowling at him. "But it seems like you told everyone, didn't you?"
"No, I just told the RAs you need diapers... and maybe a little help changing when you have an accident. You're the one that got caught buzzing your messy diaper."
"You told them what?!" I can't believe it. Now everyone is gonna think I need diapers. But then I pause and think about it for a second, even though my mind feels like it's still working unusually slowly. Then it hits me. "How will they change me if all my plastic pants and clothes have locks?" This is my gotcha moment. He's gonna have a tough time explaining this one away.
"Oh, I gave them all keys. They know you have a problem keeping your diapees on, so don't even think about asking them to unlock you. It's not going to happen."
"I... you... You're unbelievable," I say, finally. "You really want to keep me like this, don't you?" He shakes his head.
"Au contraire, mon fraire. You're the one that wants this. You're the one that always wanted this, or don't you remember?"
"I said that when we were teens!" I protest.
"But it was true, wasn't it? And it still is. You need to accept that," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder. I blush, turning my head away.
"I need a change," I say, quietly. "Please."
Comments
he sure is!
None ya
Aw the little diaper boy is finally starting to accept his place in life
