Champ Otter
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Daily Free-Write February 13, 2023: A Lesson From Melvin
🕑 Added 2023-02-14 06:08:06 +0000 UTC"Mmm... o-oh, hold on a second..." I stood up and checked my pants as I felt a little bit of wetness on my leg. Was I leaking?
I was just in the middle of an amazing piss and I had to stop when I felt the wetness, which was a bummer, but it was also kind of my fault for drinking all that tea that day. I just wanted to sog my diapers more, and, well, I guess I got what I wanted. I hurried off to the gym locker room where I could get to a private bathroom stall and check my pants for the damage. Of course I brought my bag with me - always gotta bring the bag when going potty.
I slipped into an open stall and hung my bag on the hook. Sure enough, when I got my pants down, could see a huge wet spot on my onesie. It had absorbed all the wetness miraculously saving my pants. It it weren't for that onesie... I shuddered in pleasure as I imagined having a very obvious wet spot for all to see. Suddenly and compulsively, I unbuttoned my onesie, grabbed hold of the fabric, and held it up to my face, inhaling the scent of piss.
"Oh, gods...." I shuddered again. That sharp scent, tinged with a heavy sexual odor... it excited me so. After a bit of shameless sniffing, I went for the big prize, untaping my diaper, bringing it up with both hands, and sticking my whole face in the thick wet padding with a squelch. I inhaled, sniffing up and down it like a scent hount searching for that perfect spot. Sure enough, right in front, halfway between the center and the ¼ mark, I got a sharp smell of sex. "Fuck..."
Those supplements must have really been doing the trick. I huffed the diaper for a while before tossing it into a grocery bag. All good things come to an end and I had to get a new diaper on so I could continue my day. I wiped up with a wet wipe and used a bit of barrier cream before fluffing my next diaper. It was easy now. After going 24/7 for so long, it was as easy as putting on underwear. But diapers were infinitely better than regular old underwear. I smiled as I taped the thick diaper around my waist. I couldn't wait to get this one soggy as well.
I stepped out of the stall, brazenly carrying the bagged diaper to the trash can across the bathroom before washing my hands. Nobody took notice, and I didn't really care if they did. Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying my underwear, and anyway, who was to say I didn't need them? Sometimes it seemed like I really did, because whenever I didn't wear a diaper, I tended to end up with huge unexplained wet spots on my clothes. Better safe than sorry, right?
I washed my hands, walking out in my shorts and crinkling loudly with each step, which turned me on almost as much as that nice feeling of thickness pressing between my legs, against my butt, and all around. That nice, calming, comfortable thickness.
I wasn't always like this, you know. For most of my life, I didn't even like diapers. It was just this dumb picture that this nerd at school showed me. It just wouldn't leave my mind. I walked out of the gym and waved at some passing ladies who looked at me and giggled. Was it something I was wearing? I hoped so. Anyway, that nerd was just standing in the middle of the hallway looking at his phone, so of course I had to sneak up on him to give him a wedgie, but wouldn't you know it, the little dweeb was looking at porn on his phone, and I caught a glimpse of it. It was a nerdy guy in a diaper, getting bullied by a big buff jock. He got a diaper wedgie, and was cumming copious amounts into his diaper and coming out the top as he was lifted into the air. I scoffed, somehow unable to take my eyes away. For a few seconds I forgot why I was even there, and then I remembered. Oh yeah! To bully the nerd! I grabbed his underwear to give him a wedgie but ended up with two fists full of diaper. I had already started lifting before I realized what it was, and the darn guy busted a nut right there in the middle of the hall.
I couldn't believe it! It was just like in the picture.
"Th-thanks, mister," said the Nerd, getting to his wobbly feet and grinning at me through his coke bottle lenses. I was flustered, to say the least.
"Psh, whatever," I said, brushing past him and trying to hide my blushing red face. That night, I couldn't get the whole scenario out of my head. I could even smell it, that smell that filled the hall when he came. I tossed and turned in bed, feeling my face flush. In frustration, I grabbed my angry boner and started jacking it hard. I came almost immediately, grunting like I'd burned my hand as I suddenly shot all over my bedsheets, no time to even try to catch it in my hands.
I instantly felt ashamed. What had I just gotten off to? I got up and washed my hands but didn't have the energy left to strip the bed. I decided to just sleep on top of the covers instead. The next day, I saw the nerd again, and decided to give him another wedgie before running off just like I did before. By the third time, he was ready, with a phone number written on a piece of paper. I guess he was too shy to say it in person. Of course I wasn't that easy. I waited at least five minutes before I sent him a message.
"Better meet me in front of the gym in 10 minutes or you'll be sorry, nerd."
And now look at me. Only six months later and I'm the one standing in front of the gym in a diaper feeling my oats. Then I spotted the nerd. Melvin. I ran up to him and put him in a headlock and gave him a light noogie. He snort-laughed and tried to push me off.
"Hehe, can't get rid of me that easy, nerd," I said, laughing before bringing him in and kissing him on the head.
"Heyyy, don't embarrass me, Chad."
I gave a lopsided grin. "But that's my job, dork."
I grabbed a handful of his diapered butt just to make my point.
He swooned and before he could fall over, I swept him up and held him on one arm like I was cradling him.
"Whoa there, buddy. Don't fall over. I can't bully you if you knock yourself out!"
"S-sorry," he said as I set him back on his feet. He was so cute. I was proud to call him my diapered nerd of a boyfriend.
"Don't worry about it, dork. Thanks for picking me up from my workout. Lets go home so you can huff my diaper. I'm already working on making another soggy one for you.
"I love you, Chad," he said, laying his head on my arm as we walked to his car.
"I love you too, dweeb," I said, giving him a kiss on the lips before surprising him with a wet willy. "HA!"
Comments
awww thanks!
Such a lovely twist at the end. Great little story, Champ!
Aww, thanks!
Bama6872
Normally hate this holiday but I loved this story!
