Sorority Boys - Ch. 3 - Scavengers

Caleb’s head was still spinning when he woke the next day. Last night was such a whirlwind of humiliation and embarrassment that when he was finally laid down in his crib, he almost immediately fell asleep despite Chris’ nightly humps against his leg. Caleb half hoped he’d awake in his own bed and this nightmare would all be over, but alas, that was not the case.

He was a little too excited when Sarah came and poked her head over the bars. Relieved to have his hands unshackled so he could rub his head. But she was of course rubbing his diaper to check to see if he had an accident. Underneath his throbbing morning wood, there was a very cold, damp puddle in his pampers. It’s not that he couldn’t help it, it’s that he literally couldn’t move to get up in the middle of the night, he had no choice but to wriggle and squirm until he’d wet his diaper and could drift back off to sleep before the warmth turned cold.

“Somewon’s pwetty excited in her wet diaper this morning!” Sarah teased. Not even attempting to hide her smirk as she ‘helped’ him stand up and led him out of the basement.

The boys groaned when they saw the high chairs arranged around the living space again. Their trauma from yesterday’s events still fresh in their minds.  Caleb’s stomach still hadn’t fully settled, so he was relieved when they were sat in the chairs only to be given a single bowl of oatmeal. They sat waiting for a spoon, or for someone to feed them. But it didn’t happen. The girls just watched expectantly.

“Eat up, babies!” they called, giggling and videoing.

Brad was the first to shrug and dig in with his hands. Using three fingers to grab and scoop the mush into his mouth. It obviously was a messy process, which the girls apparently intended. Laughing and cooing as the baby pledges started feeding themselves like helpless toddlers.

“I’m sure you’re all eager to hear about today’s event,” Lauren strode in, hands clasped behind her back. There was a collective grumbling from the boys, as if they were the exact opposite of eager. Lauren smiled and continued anyway.

“It’s time for you to go on campus!” she said excitedly while the other girls smiled and clapped. “Just because you’re a bunch of filthy fucking perverts doesn’t mean you get to miss class! But while you’re there, you will be given a set of instructions for tasks to complete. Think of it as a ‘Scavenger Hunt’, if you will. Though it will probably be unlike any you’ve ever done before. You will of course be wearing your diapers the whole time, so don’t think that is negotiable. Need I remind you: we have substantial evidence to get you both expelled and thrown in jail should you decide to remove your diaper or make any sort of pathetic escape attempt. You will all report back here by the end of the day whether you completed your tasks or not. Your new ‘Big’ will be monitoring you and giving you instructions for the next task as you complete them. You will be given their numbers after breakfast. Congratulations! For some of you, this will be the first time you’ve ever gotten a number from a girl ever. Eat up, pledges!  You’ve got a big day ahead!!”

******

Caleb waddled awkwardly across campus in the diaper underneath his shorts. He still hadn’t gotten used to the bulkiness between his legs.  

He checked his phone, reading over the first task again:

Get someone to do your make-up. It read.

The text was from Danielle, the same girl who was rubbing his diaper yesterday in order to encourage him to eat more of the mushy baby food. She was not happy about losing her chance to officially join the Sorority. No doubt there would be equal stakes for the competition today. Caleb wanted to go home, and Danielle wanted in, so they both wanted him to complete the challenges as fast as possible.

“How am I going to get someone to put me in make-up?” Caleb muttered to himself. Gazing around at the hustle and bustle of college students on their way to and from the various buildings.  Everyone seemed too stressed or concentrated to be bothered with putting make-up on some random dude. Did that also mean he would have to walk around with make-up on for the rest of the day?

He tried to look for girls that were alone, but they all seemed to travel in packs. He didn’t want to face the embarrassment of asking even one girl, much less four or five of them at the same time.

Finally, there was a girl sitting quietly by the fountains reading a book, Caleb gulped and made his way over to her. He had never been great at initiating and talking to girls. Being in a padded diaper and asking for make-up didn’t make it any easier.

“H-hi, ummm, hi…” he said as he approached.

She looked up from her book, looking a little annoyed to be interrupted, but she smiled sweetly, “Hi.” she said.

There was an awkward silence as Caleb tried to find the right words. He cursed himself for not coming up with something to say beforehand. Instead, he just sort of mumbled out “w-would you mind putting me in…make-up?”

The girl cocked her head at him. Searching his eyes back and forth to see if he was serious, when she decided he was, she closed her book. “Are you trans?” she asked him earnestly.

Caleb pondered that for a second. He obviously wasn’t–not that he was against it–but he figured it would be his best option to make things a little less bizarre.

He nodded dully.

The girl pushed up her glasses and smiled, patting the bench next to her. “Have a seat, my name’s Dana.”

Caleb moved awkwardly next to her, trying to sit on the bench with as little crinkling noise as possible while she dug in her backpack for a small make-up bag.

“What kind of things would you like?” she said, opening it.

Caleb didn’t know the first thing about make-up. He didn’t have any sisters, and it’s not like he would need to learn about it from his mother. Dana’s eyes were alluring though. The black lines swooped across and tapered off with perfection, and a smokey haze above them gave her an ominous, yet inviting look.

“I like your eyes,” he told her. She blushed a little, smiling as she dug through her bag and pulled out eyeliner and mascara.

“You know my cousin is transitioning,” she explained as she held him gently by the chin and started working on his eyelids.

Caleb wished this wasn’t all a ploy in some sick game, on any given day he would be happy to talk with Dana and maybe even ask her out. But he couldn’t remember any romance books that started with the girl putting foundation on a guy at their first meeting and powdering his nose.

“So what’s with the diaper?” she asked as she brushed the blush across his now flushed cheeks.

Caleb’s stomach dropped as he shifted, “I uh…didn’t think you’d notice”

She scoffed. “It’s pretty obvious, I could hear your crinkling over the fountains before you even walked up. Do you have special needs or something?”

Caleb shook his head ‘no’, but decided not to go into the specifics of how he got caught stealing panties and ended up being forced to wear diapers as a form of reprisal.

“So it’s a fetish then,” she assumed. Taking out different shades of lipstick for him to pick, he chose the deep red one. “It’s okay, lots of guys are into some…different stuff…nothing wrong with that.”

He secretly applauded her for being such a kind and understanding person, even if she was a little far off from the truth.

“There,” she said once her work was completed, “How’s that?” she held up a compact mirror for him. Caleb had to move it around several times to make sure it was still him. He hardly recognized himself.

“Thank you so much…” he said, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

Dana smiled and gave him an understanding pat on the arm, “Never let the world tell you what you can and can’t be. Only you get to make those decisions.”

With that, she picked up her book and her bag, waved, and headed off.

Caleb sighed, enjoying the genuine connection he just made, but not enjoying the fact that he had to walk around looking like this for the rest of the day. He snapped a selfie and sent it to Danielle.

Well don’t you look like a pathetic fucking bimbo! LOL. she responded.

While her words stung, the task wasn’t too difficult to pull off. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Your next task is to stand up in the middle of a lecture, pull your pants down, show your diaper, and announce that you have to go potty. Then flood your stupid diaper in front of everyone :)

Okay. So the day probably will be bad…

******

Caleb made his way into the first auditorium he saw. He didn’t want to go into one of his own classes. He didn’t want to have to see anyone else again after this. The make-up felt heavy on his face. Like it was keeping his skin from breathing. There were glances from the others filing into the room, or maybe he just imagined it. Caleb kept his eyes down and took the first seat he could find in the back.

The class felt like it took forever to get started. Caleb tried to get the courage to stand up before things got going so he didn’t have to interrupt the professor. But he wasn’t even sure he had to pee yet.

“Good morning,” the Professor said, clearing his throat. He was an older man with black, horn-rimmed spectacles that looked like he got very little sleep the night before. He sipped his coffee. “Today we’re going to talk about G-protein coupled receptors and their role in cell communication as well as assessing the presence or absence of life-sustaining nutrients in their respective environments.” He proceeded to click through a Powerpoint presentation as the class clacked away on their keyboards or scratched their pens across their notebooks.

The further they got through the lecture the more Caleb’s anxiety was building. There was no telling how far along the other competitors were in their scavenger hunt. He was wasting time. He needed to do it now.

“Excuse me!” Caleb shouted over the room just as the Professor was describing the alpha, beta, and gamma subunits of the GCPRs. The entire room took a collective breath. The silence was deafening as every head in the room turned back to see who made the interruption. Caleb gulped, standing up. His fingers were shaking and tingling as he grabbed the bottom of his shorts and pulled them down. The entire room gasped as his diaper was exposed. Phones started coming out, others looked annoyed to have their learning interrupted, some were disgusted, some were amused.  The Professor didn’t seem as surprised Caleb thought he would be. Just rolled his eyes and sighed as if it were something he’d seen before and just wanted it to be over soon so he could get back to what he was saying.

“I…I have to go potty!” Caleb’s shaky voice said. In his haste he forgot to pull up his own phone. He needed video evidence. He awkwardly bent over and reached into the pockets of his shorts on the floor. Fishing for his phone, dropping it from his shaky grip, then picking it up again. He flicked it to video mode, then started concentrating on trying to pee. Caleb had always been a shy pisser. He had trouble peeing next to people in the urinal, even if there were those dividing walls. So having 180 sets of eyes on him was a literal nightmare. There were grumbles as even the people originally intrigued began to lose interest. Caleb closed his eyes and tried to block everything out, he squinted and squeezed until finally he was able to force a trickle of pee out, then it was like the floodgates had opened.

There were more gasps and exclamations. People pointing. “Look! He’s peeing!” someone shouted. Caleb felt a trickle running down his leg.

“I think he’s leaking!”

“You’d think a diaper that big could absorb it…”

“Little guy must have really had to go!”

Caleb had to actively keep himself from crying in shame and embarrassment. When it was finally done, he reached down for his pants, yanked them up, and started scrambling out of the room. He didn’t get them up all the way though, so he stumbled over himself as he ascended the steps. The class erupted in laughter at that. Like he was already too far gone or too pathetic to contain their amusement anymore.

His face was still hot when he got outside. He considered balling up and crying, but that wouldn’t do anything but waste time. He sent the video to Danielle.

Wow! I can’t believe you actually did it. Looks like you really had to go ;) Now let’s see how smart you are: What has hands but no arms, and a face but no eyes?

Caleb groaned. He always sucked at riddles. He read the clue over several times. But every time he did he got more and more confused.

Hands but no arms. His first thought was one of those cheesy emojis. It also had a face, but emojis usually had eyes too. He smacked his head, cursing himself for not listening to his Dad more when it came to critical thinking and puzzles.

“There’s always a double meaning” he’d say. “Each word is chosen meticulously”

Caleb tried to come up with other meanings of the words. Hands and arms, how could those mean different things? What other way could you interpret a face?

His head hurt, he sighed as he checked the time. He was wasting so much sitting there doing nothing.

Wait…

Hands, face, but no arms or eyes.

Is it a clock? He sent to Danielle.

He waited several minutes. She hadn’t taken this long to respond even when she was watching the video. After 10 minutes she still hadn’t sent anything. Caleb felt helpless. He looked around to see if there was anything he could use to help answer the riddle.

Sure enough, over the top of the buildings, the clocktower could be seen from pretty much anywhere on campus. He set off at a brisk run. His diaper swishing back and forth side to side with each stride. This had to be it, he had no other options.

When he made it around to the base of the tower, he saw two other pledges entering the door. Caleb scrambled in behind them. Seeing the others gave him a burst of speed and renewed vigor, he was on the right track, he was in this race, he was close to being set free.

When he entered the base of the tower, some of the Theta girls were there waiting. They had several boxes laid out. Caleb guesstimated about 13 for each contestant left.

“Good job, babies!” one of the girls called, “You’re the first to arrive! If you’ll open one of the boxes, you can take the items out and use them for the rest of the scavenger hunt!”

Caleb could only imagine the contents, he hoped that being one of the first ones there would get him some sort of ‘power-up’ to help complete the next tasks faster. But when he pulled the tape off and opened the flaps, he was less than thrilled.

Inside was a large bonnet, a bib, a pacifier in the shape of a penis, a onesie, and one of those large baby bottles.

“Put them on,” the girl attendant said, with a look that said it wasn’t optional.

Caleb sighed, this whole thing was humiliating enough even with his diaper hidden beneath his pants. Now he had to wear this ridiculous outfit and be a baby on full display?

He pulled his clothes off and put on the ridiculous attire. The onesie had the words “Theta or Beta?” written in big pink letters across the front, surrounded by infantile prints of duckies and bears and other cutesy things. The bonnet was comically large, and the pacifier had a long ribbon around it, so even if Caleb didn’t have it in his mouth, it would dangle and be on full display.

“Your next task is simple,” the girl explained. “Get someone to give you a condom.”

Caleb and the other ridiculous looking ‘babies’ eyed each other. But didn’t dwell on the reasoning too long before scrambling out of the clocktower and setting off to complete the challenge. “Send a picture of it to your Big!” the girl called on their way out.

The three of them employed different strategies. One was asking anyone and everyone he could find, guys or girls. Apparently not concerned with the way he was dressed and instead more with his mind set on being set free. The second one didn’t ask at all. He was too nervous, just stood there awkwardly trembling. Or maybe he was peeing in his diaper, they couldn’t be sure.

Caleb was much more selective. Choosing only to talk to guys.

“What would you need a condom for?” one of them scoffed incredulously, looking him up and down.

“It…it’s just for a–”

“Get lost, freak!”

Variations of this exchange happened over and over again. People laughing, pointing, and videoing everywhere he went. Finally he was stopped by two girls.

“Do you need a condom??” one of them asked, trying to contain her laughter.

“Yes! Please!!” Caleb called frantically. The girl giggled as she sifted through her purse. He realized then how dumb he’d been for only asking guys. Girls were just as likely as guys to carry condoms as guys were, maybe even more so.

“I’ll give you this,” she held the package up tauntingly, “If you let us take a picture with you.”

Caleb flushed, but figured there had been plenty of pictures taken of him that day already. He shrugged and got between them as they pulled their phones out.

“Put that silly dick pacifier in your mouth!” she told him.

Caleb whimpered, but followed the stranger’s orders. She took several photos from varying angles. Laughing and throwing up peace signs, duck faces, and pointing at his diaper and turning her nose up dramatically.

“These are gonna look great on my Insta!” she laughed, tossing the condom on the ground in front of him before turning on her heels and strutting off with her friend.

Caleb frantically picked it up off the ground, pulling his phone out that had been tucked inside his diaper like he was Tommy Pickles. Snapping a pic and then sending it to Danielle.

Much too big for you, isn’t it? She teased. Your next task is to get it filled with cum! But not by you, your little loser load would not be nearly enough. Instead, you have to get someone ELSE to cum in it for you! No cheating! We have eyes everywhere ;)

Caleb wanted to scream. Seeing the other competitors made him dial into the game that much more. He was so close to being set free. But there was no telling how quickly the others got a condom and moved on. He had no time to waste. But how in the hell would he approach someone and ask them to cum in a condom for him? Every scenario he ran through his head was either extremely awkward, or likely to get his ass beat.

Then he saw a couple sitting on a bench under a tree. The man had his arm around her and she was smiling up at him affectionately. They kissed briefly, softly, then for a bit longer, until finally they were full on making out.

“Excuse me,” Caleb said when he got near. The man looked rather perturbed to be disturbed and have to break away from the kiss. He looked even more disturbed when he saw the outfit of who was breaking them up.

“The fuck do you want?” he asked impatiently. The girl under his arm looked just as skeptical.

“I…I was just wondering if you guys…needed this.” Caleb said, holding up the condom he’d just received minutes prior.

The guy looked skeptical at first, then looked at his girl and laughed. “We might…” she said for him, winking at her supposed boyfriend. She took the condom tentatively from Caleb’s hand, then turned back to the guy. “There’s a spot over by the quad…” she said suggestively.

The guy smiled for the first time since the start of the exchange, taking her hand and standing to go. “Thanks loser!” he called over his shoulder.

“Wait!” Caleb called. They stopped. “There’s just one thing…I uh…I need the…condom when you’re done…”

They both eyed each other suspiciously. “Ummm, what for…?”

Caleb honestly wasn’t sure. But he didn’t want to say that. So he came up with some bullshit story on the spot. “We’re out here trying to encourage students to practice safe sex. That’s the uh…reason I'm dressed like this. To personify what can happen if you don’t. We collect the umm…remnants…afterwards to make sure our preachings have been…practiced.

Again they looked at him skeptically, probably not believing a word of it, but they both shrugged. “Fine…we’ll be back in a bit.” He said before taking her hand and heading off.

Caleb resisted the urge to follow them. This whole situation was weird enough without him seeming like more of an impotent creep. They were going far away though, the quad was almost on the other side of campus. He thought about moving closer, but he didn’t want them to not be able to find him afterwards.

He waited patiently for 15 minutes, scanning the grounds for any sign of the couple he just barely met. Another 15 minutes went by and he started getting frantic. The clock was ticking. Surely the other sissies had caught up by now. Or maybe they passed him?

After they’d been gone for a whole hour, Caleb started to worry that they ditched him. They probably did the deed and disposed of the seed. He was debating starting over and finding another condom to ask another set of lovebirds when the guy finally came up behind him.

“Here you go,” he said, brandishing the rubber sack of semen. It was so thick and hefty that it bobbed up and down. Caleb reached a tentative hand out to take it, trying to ignore the various juices in and around it. “Have uh…fun.” The guy said, giving Caleb another judgemental look at his painted face before scampering off back to his girl.

Caleb snapped a picture of the huge load inside and sent it to Danielle.

Wow! Definitely that’s not from a loser like you! Good job. Now pour it into your bottle.

“Oh god..” Caleb thought. You’re not going to make me drink it are you? He sent back.

No. Danielle replied, to which Caleb breathed a sigh of relief. But then his phone vibrated again. Not yet…make sure you empty the entire thing into the bottle. Every. Last. Drop.

Caleb grimaced. Wanting to gag even before he turned the contents of the condom upside down and saw it empty into the bottle. The cum was thick. Thicker than Caleb ever produced. And he didn’t even want to think about the dick sweat and juices accompanying it. He squeezed the tip of the condom and squeegeed his fingers down, forcing any remaining liquid out and into the bottle. There was at least an ounce of splooge covering the bottom of the container when he was done. He sent a pic to Danielle just to be thorough.

Now you need someone to piss in it :) she said.

Caleb cringed again. This was all getting out of hand. He thought about running. Turning and hightailing it off campus and catching a bus or something back home. But he couldn’t face the world dressed like this. He had no spare clothes. And even if he did, the Thetas had enough dirt on him to ruin his life no matter where he went. He was in deep, and he had to get himself out of it.

“Excuse me sir,” he said to the first guy that came by brandishing the bottle, “Do you mind pissing in this for me?” The guy gave him a weird look, shook his head, and walked off.

Caleb felt like a beggar on the side of the road. Holding his cup out for anyone generous enough to grace it with their golden nectar. People walking by pretended not to see him, looked away as soon as he made eye contact, or pretended not to hear him with their headphones in.

Caleb decided he had to be more forward. He stepped in front of someone and held it out, begging. “Please. Can you piss in this for me? It’s a challenge I have to complete.”

The guy looked at him quizzically, pulling his headphones out and asking what he was going to do with it.

“I don’t know,” Caleb replied honestly, even though he had his suspicions.

The guy shrugged, set his bag down, and went behind a tree. He came back several seconds later with the bottle almost filled to the brim. “Here you go, bro.” The guy said, chuckling in disbelief, “Go off I guess…”

Caleb was surprised how warm the contents were. He tried to thank the guy but his headphones were already back in and he was gone before Caleb could utter a word.

What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has two banks but no money, has a bed but never sleeps? She replied once he’d sent a picture of the bottle.

Another riddle. Lots of things ran without walking. Time, blood, water, the piss that ran down his leg earlier…

Caleb spun them around in his head for a while. Time might refer to another clock, but he doubted they would give him a clue to go to the same place. He assumed that’s what the clue was for: a place. He hoped it didn’t have anything to do with blood. So water and piss were the most likely candidates. Piss didn’t make sense with the rest of the riddle, but water didn’t either. Unless he thought about the things on campus that had water.

Fountains, either for student use or the big ones that just spewed water all day. They had mouths that never talked, but would their head be considered weeping?

Then he remembered. His first day touring the campus, before all this started. The lady walked them by a river that ran along the border of the school grounds.

A river. The answer was a river.

******

When he made it to the edge of the river bank, he scanned for signs of another clue. What was he supposed to do when he got here? But then he heard chanting. As he followed the sound, the noise started getting more discernible.

CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!

There was a group gathered down river. Five diapered pansies were standing with bottles in their mouths, choking and gagging as they attempted to down the contents of their bottles. Caleb quickly fell in line next to them.

The onlooking crowd of Thetas and other observers chanted louder when seeing him join. The race was close, and Caleb was falling behind. He tried not to look at the swirly mixture of pearly amber liquid in the bottle. Just pressed it to his lips, closed his eyes, and pretended it was beer.

The taste was incredibly salty and bitter. Like someone liquified a Ham and shoved it in the bottle. The piss had cooled since he first got it, but Caleb couldn’t decide if that made it worse or better. It definitely wasn’t good.

He only got about 3 sips in before having to stop to gag. The others were doing the same, turning their faces up and puckering their lips like they were drinking something bitter and sour. But Caleb had always been good at chugging. Many nights spent binge drinking in high school had prepared him for this moment. He embraced the Chug chants, closed his eyes, dialed in, and forced it down. He had to use lots of suction in his cheeks to get the liquid to come out faster. He couldn’t help but feel like he was sucking on a tiny rubber penis as he worked the bottle back and forth to keep it pumping through. Caleb glanced next to him, he was gaining ground, even though the others had a head start originally. There were only a couple sips left, but his stomach was feeling full to capacity. He had to take a breath to keep from spewing, then put it back to his mouth to polish the rest off.

Caleb and one other boy were the first to finish their bottles. They handed them to the girls in front of them. “Now you boys get to make a messy in your diapy!!” they called. The boys all groaned, even the ones with bottles in their mouths who knew they were next.

The boy down the row immediately dropped into a squat, grunting and trying to push out a load in front of the crowd of people. One of the boys still with a bottle did the same, apparently trying to knock out both challenges in one fell swoop. The ladies didn’t object to his strategy.

Caleb dropped down too, knowing it was much easier to push one out when squatting down like that. The girls laughed and pointed. “Awww! Look at the wittle babies on their tushies trying to make a pushy!!”

“Poop your Pampers, pansies!”

“Load up those Luvs!!”

“Make fudgies in your Huggies!”

“Defile those Depends!!”

It became a contest for the onlookers to come up with the most humiliating jeers they could. Other boys were starting to arrive. This race was a lot closer than Caleb thought. He was thankful he chose to eat all that oatmeal this morning. The fiber made it easier to pass, and soon he had a warm, heavy load drooping in his diaper.

One of the girls sniffed the air “Smells like someone packed their Pampers! Which one of you made a stinky??” she asked, strolling along the line of boys. She started at the opposite end of Caleb, popping open the onesie buttons so the fabric shot up to their bellies, peeling back the waistband of each diaper and peeking inside. “Not you…not you…awww! Look at how much you’re grunting!...not you…ohp! Found the dirty culprit!” She put her hands on Caleb’s shoulders and jerked him backward off his haunches. Forcing him to fall onto the ground butt first with a squelch. She put more pressure on his shoulders, making sure to mush the mess into his backside.

Caleb flushed as the crowd pointed and cheered. Some must have had bets on the outcome. Caleb stood up and felt the weight of the diaper sag beneath him.

“Did I win?” he asked, trying to brush himself off and regain his composure “Is it over?”

The girl burst out laughing in his face.

“Ohhh no, sweetheart! You still have to make humpies in your dumpies!” she explained. Caleb and the others groaned that this wasn’t the last leg. “We want you humping the ground until you have another little accident in there. But you need to go find someone else to video it for you! So now that you have a hershey highway in your huggies, go to Hershey Park and find someone willing to film you wriggling round on the ground!”

Caleb cringed as he set off. “Make sure you vocalize when you’re cumming and show your loser load to the camera after!” she called.

The extra weight in Caleb’s diaper plopped back and forth with each waddling step. He felt sweaty and gross and disgusting, but he had to get this over with. Luckily, Hershey Park wasn’t too far off from the river. He was breathing heavily by the time he crossed the sidewalk and onto the crisp grass. There were dozens of people scattered throughout. Either playing spikeball, frisbee, guitar, walking their dogs or just having a picnic on a blanket.

Caleb gulped as he tried to find another accomplice to the tasks he had to complete. After a full day of asking random strangers for help, he had started to recognize the ones he had no chance of getting to entertain the idea. Women seemed to be more patient and willing to please, even if they were disgusted by it they would just laugh it off. Men tended to be more degrading and would say hurtful things more often. Caleb wondered what that said about most people.

He tried to get close to people to ask, but as soon as he did their noses would turn up from the stench. He felt like all eyes were on him as people started noticing the big baby in the park. By the time he’d make his way over to someone, they would shake their heads no and point him away.

It wasn’t until the other Adult Babies started showing up that the tension seemed to lax. It was no longer a single diaper freak, but more like some freaky weird bet or competition going on.

“Do you mind videoing me for a bit?” Caleb called to a group of girls 10 feet away from him. He wanted to maintain his distance before scaring them off with his smell. They looked him up and down, then smirked, each pulling out their phones.

“Actually I need it on mine if you don’t mind…” he didn’t want to tell them what it was for. Just unlocked his phone and tossed it on the ground in front of them. One of them picked it up apprehensively, as if nervous to see what could be on the phone of someone who dresses like a baby.

He clambered down on the ground before they could change their mind. He lay there, with his legs tucked behind him, wondering how he should actually do this. If he just started humping furiously into the ground, the girls might run away and leave. Caleb felt he needed to be a little inconspicuous. So he rocked side to side on the ground, feeling infantilized as he stuck a thumb in his mouth like a baby having tummy time.

That seemed to work, in addition to their giggles, the girls “awww’d” and cooed.

Caleb scanned the scenery and saw other Sorority boys on the ground too. Some going much faster than him. He needed to pick up the pace. He started grunting and grinding his hips into the ground. Feeling the mushy mess inside squishing around. He cringed at the discomfort and humiliation, but could feel his member stiffening. He had to reach down and rearrange it a bit, making the girls gasp, but thankfully they didn’t leave, just kept videoing.

In fact, a crowd started to gather around him. People stopping and staring to see the grown man grind against the ground in his diapers.

Caleb closed his eyes and tried to block out all the sounds and distractions. He had to focus, he had to get this over with. He bit his bottom lip as he felt his balls rub through the padding, wriggling back and forth so he could feel sensation on his penis. He was getting close, faster than he thought he would. He could feel it building inside him. He must have let out a pathetic little whimper because the crowd started cackling.

“I…I’m gonna cuM!” he told the camera and the crowd. “I’m going to make cummies!!”

WIth three more pathetic pumps, he was spewing his little load into the diaper to be added to the other messes he made that day. As what little horniness he had was drained from his body, he was overcome with shame as the people clapped and whooped or groaned in disgust at what he just did.

Caleb clambered up and crawled over to the girls, reaching his hand out for the phone. The girls pointed and laughed at his front, covering their mouths to suppress the giggles. Caleb looked down and saw he had grass stains along his diaper and onesie from humping so hard. He thanked the girls sheepishly for videoing and then aimed the camera into his diaper to prove he’d deposited his load, sending the video to Danielle.

Wow! THREE different messes in your diapy! Are you sure you’re not a baby?? Cause it looks like baby needs a diaper change :P

He wasn’t sure if she was just patronizing him, or if that was genuinely the next challenge, then he got another text.

There are changing bags by the Old Oak Tree. You’re almost done, baby! Get someone to change your disgusting diaper!!

Caleb scrambled in the direction of the giant tree, happy to be away from the group. He hustled over as much as his droopy diaper would allow. There were 11 bags. Two people had already beat him to this leg. He had to hurry. Caleb grabbed the bag and ran around the park, no longer having time for shame.

“WILL SOMEONE PLEASE CHANGE MY DIAPER??” he shouted. Ignoring the gasps and outcries.

“WILL SOMEONE PLEASE CHANGE MY DIAPER??” he shouted again. Feeling desperate and so close to the end.

Finally, someone tapped him on his back.

Caleb turned around, and a familiar face smiled hesitantly back at him. It was Dana, the girl from before that put his make-up on.

“Need your diaper changed now, huh?” she asked, grinning.

Caleb nodded sheepishly. “Yea…” he said, shrugging and shuffling his feet awkwardly like a toddler.

“Should we find a more…private spot?”

Caleb thought about that. He definitely would prefer it be somewhere out of the view of dozens of people. But there was no telling how much time he had to waste. Two people were already in front of him, and others close behind. Finding a spot could cost 5-10 minutes that he didn’t have.

“I think here is fine…” he said.

She giggled and nodded, holding out her hand for the bag.

Caleb gave it to her by the straps. Awkwardly clambering down on the ground.

“I should tell you…” Caleb said as she sifted through the items in the bag, “I lied before, it’s not a fetish for me. It’s a competition for…”

He decided to leave it at that. Not wanting to go into details on how he was ‘entered’ into the competition in the first place. He didn’t want her to think he was more of a perv than he already looked.

But Dana just kept that free-spirited smile on her face as she pulled out a pink diaper with princesses and unicorns on it.

Caleb cringed.

Dana tried to keep the smirk from her face as she spread his legs. Her eyes and nose crinkled at the smell already.

“Okay…” she gulped bravely as she grabbed the tapes of the dirty diaper, “Here we go…”

She carefully pulled off each tape, Caleb secretly wished she would go a bit faster, but he didn’t want to push his luck.

After she got the last tape off and made to open it up, Caleb said the only thing he could think of: “I’m so sorry…”

Dana recoiled as the smell hit her in the face. Turning her head to keep from gagging, breathing out the side like a swimmer taking air in between strokes. Caleb fully expected her to run away at the site of the yucky, mucky, sticky contents.

He felt so vulnerable, so exposed. At this point he didn’t care about the others in the park, just this sweet, innocent girl who was kind enough to go through this for him.

As she grabbed some wipes, Caleb felt himself starting to stiffen. He winced as he saw his penis poking up to the sky.

Dana’s eyes widened a bit, smiling out the corner of her mouth. “Are you sure it’s not a fetish?” she said with a wink. Joking with him to make him feel comfortable and less embarrassed. But it was hard not to be embarrassed when you had such a pretty girl literally wiping your ass for you.

She tossed the dirty wipes on top of the dirty mess as she finished with them. Cleaning his bits with expert precision.

“Have you…done this before?” Caleb asked.

“Just to my brothers.” Dana answered, “They were…a bit younger than you though” she tried to say without condescension.

When he was clean, Dana lifted his ankles and pushed them forward to leverage Caleb’s body off the ground and allow her to slide the dirty diaper out from under him. She set the soppy, soiled padding to the side. Digging through the bag to see if there were other items she’d need.

She pulled out a large, rubber butt plug. It was pink, with the words ‘insert me’ written across the 4 inch shaft . Dana crooked an eyebrow.

“Looks like this needs to go…somewhere…”

Caleb wanted to crawl up his own ass and die before he let Dana shove something up there. But he knew he had to. He didn’t want anything to disqualify him after coming this far.

“Will you…put it in my ass…please” Caleb asked. Covering his face to hide from the shame.

He could hear Dana giggling softly. She found some lotion in the bag and began applying it liberally to the plug, Caleb really appreciated that. After it was heavily coated, she brought the tip between his legs.

“Just breathe…” she said, placing her free hand on his belly to calm him.

It worked, helping Caleb to relax, but that quickly evaporated once she pressed it to his puckered hole. Caleb winced and wriggled, and Dana made sure to ask several times if he was okay as she gently worked it in. Caleb nodded between his short, labored breaths. Finally, it made it to a point where Caleb’s ass swallowed the plug until only the base was showing between his cheeks.

“Theerrrre you go,” Dana said softly. She took out the new princess diaper and unfurled it, instructing him to lift up so she could slide it underneath. He did so, feeling oddly close to her at this vulnerable moment. But she was strictly professional, pulling out the powder and giving him a healthy dose of it across his nether regions. Finally, she lifted the diaper up, her hand pressing the front where his throbbing member was as she taped it tightly secure.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Caleb said when it was done. Dana just shrugged like she’d done something as simple as help him with his homework. “Do you mind…letting me take a picture?”

Dana smiled and held up the peace sign in view of his diaper as Caleb aimed his phone down his body at it. Sending it to Danielle.

Final challenge: Get someone to pie you in the face.

Caleb looked around. Reread the clue. Pie him in the face with what? There were no pies around.

With your dirty diaper :)

Caleb’s stomach somersaulted. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” he muttered.

“What?” Dana asked.

“They want me to get someone to…” he tapered off.

“What? Someone to what?”

“Smash the dirty diaper into my face.”

Dana covered her gaping mouth. “I”m sorry…I don’t think I could…”

“Please. You have to. I…I need this. Please!”

“Why?? Why could you possibly need that? What competition is worth putting yourself through this?”

He didn’t want to answer. He just shook his head. “Please…I don’t want to have to ask any more people to do something today.

She nibbled her bottom lip, considering. “Fine.” she said.

Caleb thanked her again, even though it felt weird to do so for something so extreme. He placed his phone next to them, pressing record on the video.

Dana scooped up the floppy diaper. Wrinkling up her nose at the smell and the act she was about to have to do.

“You’re sure?” she asked one more time, holding the diaper like pizza dough.

Caleb nodded apprehensively. Closing his eyes and mouth as tight as he could.

“Okay…here we go. 1…2…” on ‘3’ he felt the warm mush hit him in the face. Onlookers “ohhh’d” and groaned. Dana immediately clamped her hands over her own face apologetically.

Caleb sat there while the diaper stuck to his face, slowly descending as gravity took over. He held his breath the whole time. Trying–impossibly–not to breathe in the stench.

Once the diaper plopped down to the ground he searched blindly for his phone. He peeked one eye open and used it to send the video.

Congratulations! You’ve completed the Scavenger Hunt! He read. Even through the mess he breathed a big sigh of relief. It was over. He could go home. But then he got another message…

Unfortunately though, you were not the first one to finish. So we will see you back at the Theta house :)

Caleb must have started crying, or at least looked like he was about to.

“What’s wrong?” Dana asked, “Is it over?”

Caleb shook his shit-smeared head. He thought about running again. Just taking off and never looking back. But as soon as he stood up he heard a voice behind him.

“Sir, can you come with us please?” It was two cops. Or what looked like cops. Caleb couldn’t tell if they were campus police or someone else. At this point he didn’t really care.

As they each hooked his arm he hollered back at Dana. “Thank you!” he yelled as they dragged him away, “Thank you so much! For everything.”

Dana just watched helplessly as they carried him away.

To Be Continued