Prudish

Disclaimer: This is not a very happy story. It’s based on a conversation I had once with an ex-girlfriend that – let’s just say – didn’t turn out well. If  you are sensitive or overly self-conscious about your fetish, please don’t take anything said in this piece to heart. The outlandishness of this story was simply my way of coping.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” I said—or actually shouted in order to be heard over the loud music being played at the bar.

“It is to me...” Rebecca said, looking sideways back and forth to avoid eye contact with me. We had been dating for a little over a year, yet every time we breached the topic things always got a little awkward. I was hoping bringing it up at the bar after a few drinks would take the edge off. But that didn’t seem to be working. “I just always feel so...awkward. Like i’m not doing something right, and that it’s all so...”

“Weird.” I said, finishing her sentence because I'd heard it so many times before.

She shrugged uncomfortably. As though she agreed but didn’t want to admit it and hurt my feelings.

“It doesn’t have to be so hard,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “All you have to do is tell me to put it on and I will. That’s all I want. Even if it’s a night like tonight and you want me to wear it underneath my clothes”

And with that I played my trump card. I lead her hand down below the table and to my crotch. Placing her palm on the front so she could feel the padded, crinkly apparel I had on underneath.

I expected her to grin, to laugh, to giggle. But instead she jerked her hand back.

“Are you kidding me?!” She gasped, her face turning from surprise to rage. “You’re wearing one here?!”

I nodded and smiled somewhat unassuredly. Hoping she was just getting into character. But her anger seeping through told me she was not amused.

“This is getting ridiculous Roger!” She growled underneath her breath. Not wanting the other patrons to hear. “Why would you wear one out in public??”

I was so taken aback I didn't know what to say. “I-i just thought it would be fun and...humiliating.”

“It is humiliating, Roger! But not just for you, for me too!” She sighed, rolling her eyes “You say you just want me to put you in a...a diaper every now and then. You say ‘that’s all you want’ but it’s not! It’s always something! ‘Make me go pee in it’ or ‘put a freaking buttplug in before you tape it’ or ‘it’s just a little poo, it doesn’t smell that bad!’ Ugghhh!! Every time we have sex you want me to put you in a stupid diaper or talk to you like you’re a ‘wittle baby’ and i’m SICK of it! Do you realize there hasn’t been a day that has gone by that you haven’t mentioned something about diapers? For the last 3 months that’s all you’ve talked about! You even wore a freaking diaper on our DATE NIGHT for crying out loud! But have you ever asked me about what I want Roger? Huh?!”

Her words hurt. They stung me to my core, and maybe that’s why I didn’t choose my next words wisely.

“No, because you’re so vanilla.” I said deadpan. “You’re nothing but a prude, and a bitch.”

I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have realized we just weren’t right for each other and moved on. There’s nothing wrong with that. No shame to be had. But I didn't.

Her face flushed with rage. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Tears welling in her eyes.

“I am not a prude.” She said, “I have done things I never thought I would do to a grown man. I’ve fucked your ass with a strapon and watched you cum all yourself in excitement, I've pissed all over you while you jerked off, and I've even given you a handjob while you were sitting in a dirty diaper! You have NO right to call me a prude. Especially since you haven’t seen the more ‘vanilla’ things I've done with other guys. Did you know i’ve done anal? I actually really like it. But you’d never know because you never asked. Well...other than when you asked me to fuck your ass.”

My mouth was agape. But before I could say anything she got up and went to the bar. Leaving me to sit uncomfortably in the booth. I thought about chasing after her, but I didn’t know what to say.

I watched her wipe away a tear as she sniffled and pulled herself together long enough to order a drink.

When she came back, instead of sitting next to me she plopped down in the seat across from me. Slurping her vodka soda through a straw without coming up for air until it was gurgling from being empty.

“Can I get you another one?” Said a voice. But it wasn’t my own. I thought the lights had gone down but it was really the shadow being cast over me by the large man standing in front of our table.

He was a big, burly dude that probably spent every waking second he wasn’t at the bar inside of a gym. Saying words like “dude” and “bro” and “dude bro” in every sentence he could while he wore a shirt that was too tight for his bulging muscles.

He looked down at me as if noticing me for the first time. “Is this your boyfriend?” He asked.

Rebecca locked eyes with me. Like she was contemplating something. Finally she smirked and looked up at him and said “yes...well, kind of.”

“Kind of? What does that mean ‘kind of’?” He asked, speaking my thoughts out loud.

“It means you can get me that drink,” she said firmly.

He was a bit dumbfounded, but then didn’t seem to put much more thought into it. He turned around and raised two fingers at the bartender. Somehow catching their attention and ordering a drink as smoothly as they do in movies.

“My name’s Chad. Can I sit here?” He asked, pointing to the bench she was on.

“Sure!” She said enthusiastically. As she scooted over and let him clamber in she looked at me and smiled. As if daring me to say something or challenge them in some way.

I wanted to say something, to stand up for myself. But I couldn't. It was like I was locked in a prison of my own body that couldn’t summon the courage to say anything in front of this Alpha male. I was just forced to watch as they conversed like I wasn’t even there.

“So what’s your story? What do you do for a living? What’s a place you’ve always wanted to visit?”

Their conversation seemed to flow effortlessly, and Rebecca seemed to be loving the attention she was getting. As if she had been starved of it for months. I hadn’t seen her smiling and glowing like this in a long time. She only glanced over at me periodically as if to remind herself I was still there.

“So what’s his deal?” He asked. Talking about me like I was a painting at an art studio that they could contemplate together.

“Well.. that’s my boyfriend...” she replied like she was talking about an obligation she had to deal with in the morning. Like I was chores or taxes that needed doing. “He hasn’t been too happy with me lately.” She said as she sipped her third drink since he’d sat down.

“Oh no? Why is that?” Chad asked, as if he were going to come to her rescue.

“Well...he thinks I'm a bit of a prude...” she said, glaring at me with her eyes as she threw my words back at me.

“Hmm...I dunno if I'd say that” he smirked. Looking down.

Just then I peeked under the table to see Rebecca’s hand on Chad’s leg. Wait, that wasn’t his leg. That was his dick!

“Hey what the fuck!” I said, finally speaking up for the first time. Though my voice came out squeakier and less intimidating than I wanted it to.

“Awww!! Wook who decided to use his big boi wordss!!” Rebecca said, suddenly using the mommy voice I had been begging her to use so many times. But now at the most inopportune moment.

She didn’t even stop what she was doing under the table. In fact, her rubbing became more vigorous as she ran her fingers along the big throbbing outline in Chad’s pants. He started reciprocating by reaching between her legs and up her skirt.

I tried to say something. Anything. But all that came out was “Hey m-man...can you...not?”

Even to me it sounded pathetic.

“Awwww!! Wittle Wodger sounds scared!!” Becca teased, and they both laughed together. “Should we tell Mr. Chad about what you’re wearing, Rodgy?”

My stomach hit the floor. Suddenly all the humiliation I craved for so long was hitting me in the face: and I was definitely not ready for it.

“Please no…” I said in such a tiny voice there’s no way they heard me over the music. But apparently they did.

“Awww!! What’s the matturr??” she cooed, “Is somewon all shy now? After how much you’ve BEGGED me to let you wear it?”

“What is it?” Chad asked, genuinely confused. He probably could have had a thousand chances and never would be able to guess what the person across from him had on. “Is he one of those freaks that wears their girlfriend’s panties or something?”

“No...well actually…sometimes! Haha!” Becca laughed, caught off guard, “No this is something else...tell him Rodgy!”

And she shot me a glare that said you better not fuck this up for me or I will make your life a living hell.

I gulped, trying to block everything out and wish it all away. But after a while I realized this was happening. This was real. And there was no getting out of it.

“I...I’m wearing a...d-diaper…” I stammered. Hanging my head.

Becca smiled, Chad looked dumbfounded. Then they both broke into a chorus of drunken laughter.

“No fucking way, dude!” Chad guffawed, “I knew you were a beta, but there’s no way you got on a diaper, bro!”

I sank into my chair.

But Rebecca wasn’t done. “Stand up.” she commanded, “Show him.”

I quivered. Stuttering. “N-n-no not here. Please. We’ll get thrown out!”

“Don’t pull your pants down, stupid.” She snapped, “Just stand up.”

I looked around at all the drunk patrons. Hoping beyond hope that no one was paying attention to the scene unfolding before them. I slowly stood up, my legs feeling like jello, as I slid out of the booth and stood at the head of the table.

I was immediately conscientious of how bulky my pants must look. I was suddenly very clammy as my sweat mingled with the folds of the diaper.

“Turn around so we can see!” she ordered. It must not have looked like much from the front, but as soon as I turned around they both started chuckling.

“Lift up your shirt” Becca called.

I cringed, but felt powerless under her commands as I lifted the hem of my shirt. There was no mistaking the white, crinkly folds of a large adult diaper peeking out of the top of my pants.

“That’s fucking RIDICULOUS, bro!” Chad cackled. “Does he...does he use them?”

Becca nodded, “See how that bulge is drooping between his legs right now? I’d say he’s already wet it at least 2 or 3 times, am I right pumpkin?”

I pinched my legs together in embarrassment, then nodded to my chagrin. My face flushing a deep red.

“Go get us some drinks, diaper boy!” Chad commanded, then turned back to Becca without a second thought. Nibbling her ear.

It felt weird to be taking orders from a complete stranger. But I felt too submissive and too powerless to do anything about it. The reality that I was getting what I’d asked for for so long only made it sting more as I sauntered over to the bar.

By the time I got back Chad and Becca were passionately making out. His tongue working itself down my girlfriend’s mouth. I tried to get their attention by putting their drinks down forcefully on the table. But it didn’t even phase them.

I sat there awkwardly feeling like the third wheel on my own date night until finally they broke the kiss.

“We should go back to your place” Chad suggested. He didn’t seem to be bothered about her having a boyfriend--a boyfriend that wears diapers nonetheless. I guess all guys like him cared about was the hot girl at the end of the night.

Becca stole a glance at me and then smiled. “We definitely should.” she said, finishing her drink that I just brought her.

“Actually…” she contemplated, smirking at me again, “why don’t we just go do it in the restroom?”

“The restroom?” Chad and I said in unison.

“Mhmm…” she nodded affirmatively, “I mean, only a prude would go home and do it in a bedroom. That’s so...vanilla. But me? I’m anything but.”

She winked at me as she took his hand and led him out of the booth and to the corner of the bar.

“Come along, diaper boy” she called. “You get to watch!”

***********

I followed my girlfriend Rebecca and her new friend Chad through the crowded bar towards the restroom. I felt like a sad, pathetic puppy meandering behind them. Chad’s arm around Becca, and her eyes looking up at him hungrily.

There was a line for the girl’s restroom. There wasn’t for the men’s, so I expected them to go in there. But Becca seemed intent on waiting in line for the former.

The four girls already in line gave us weird looks when Chad and I got behind them. Well, not as much at Chad, who was attached to Becca and much better looking than me. I saw their eyes widen in admiration of his stature before giving a pitying glance my way. I must have looked pretty pathetic standing awkwardly to the side.

The music was blaring, cheers and ‘whoo’s’ were ringing from the patrons. I tried to get Becca’s attention. To tell her I'm sorry, to get her to reconsider.

“Becca please I…”

“WHAT??” Becca hollered over the music, louder than she needed to “WHAT IS IT BABY? DO YOU NEED YOUR DIAPER CHANGED?!”

I shrank in on myself as the girls in line turned around wide-eyed.

Becca knew what she was doing. She gave me a small wink before turning around to them. “Heyyy, do you know if they have a DIAPER changing shtation inside?” She was getting drunk and slurring her words, but that didn’t stop from humiliating me. “I think the little guy had an…accident” she giggled, pointing her thumb back to me.

“Did you baby?! Did you go pee pee in your Pampers?? Let Mommy see…” she drunkenly reached for my belt. I tried to grab her hands and push them away. She stopped and turned back to the girls “Awww…he’s a little shy…he doesn’t want ya’ll to know what he wore to our date night!!”

The girls looked on in shock and awe as Becca smacked my hands away several times, giving me that stern look to make me oblige, and started unbuckling my belt.

I shut my eyes to try and escape the shame as I felt her undo my button and zipper. I felt a breeze hit my legs as she dropped my pants down to my ankles.

The entire hallway erupted in laughter. The girls, Chad, and Becca couldn’t stop themselves from cackling at my expense.

“Oh my god!!”

“I didn’t know they made diapers that big!!”

“It’s soaked!!”

“Why the fuck would you wear that?!”

“Oh he lovess wearing his diapers!!” Becca called to the girls, “he always complains that he doesn’t get to wear them enough! Don’t you, Roger?!”

Becca and the spectators looked on expectantly, all I could do was give some pitiful shrug that did nothing to salvage my dignity.

The door to the women’s restroom opened and another set of females walked out. What is it with girls and always having to go to the bathroom in groups?? They all did a double-take as their mouths and eyes widened. One girl almost fell over from laughing so hard at the sight of me with my pants down and my wet diaper on full display.

Now that there was a vacancy, the line made its way in. Well, everyone in front of me did, I had to awkwardly waddle behind with my pants around my ankles.

The girl’s restroom smelled better than any male one I've ever been in. An amalgamation of perfumes and scents hit my nostrils. There were girls at the sinks washing their hands and powdering their noses. They glanced at my soggy diaper through the mirror, their expressions betraying their thoughts.

Becca and Chad were making their way to the handicap stall. “You coming, diaper boy?” She called, “or would you rather stay out here?”

I needed no further prodding. I waddled with my pants around my ankles over to the stall door, crinkling as I went. It was a small relief when I was able to shut the door and lock it. Only to turn around to see Becca and Chad wrapped around each other in a passionate kiss.

Becca peeked an eye out over at me, but didn’t break the kiss as she snapped her fingers and pointed down, motioning for me to kneel. I sniffled as I obeyed. The bottom of my diaper surely able to be seen underneath the stall by all that entered, including 3 separate pairs of legs.

Well, two now. Chad lifted her up easily so she could wrap her legs around him. He pressed her against the wall of the stall, lifting her skirt and sliding his fingers into her panties. Even from my vantage, I could tell how wet she already was. Chad hooked a finger into her pussy and used his thumb to rub her clit simultaneously. He was even bold enough to slip his pinky finger into her butthole.  Her moans and groans told me she definitely was enjoying everything he was doing.

“I…ohhh…I….” she breathed, looking me almost dead in the eye over his shoulder, “I wanna suck your dick!”

A small part of me was dumb enough to think she was speaking to me. Instead, she dropped to her knees in front of Chad. Fiddling with his belt buckle with an insatiable yearning. I couldn’t tell what had gotten into her. I’d never seen her like this, she had never been this eager with me.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Chad’s cock. His big, veiny, throbbing member bobbing in her face. She wrapped her hand around it like it was a lost treasure. She looked over at me.

“Becca…you don’t have to do this..this isn’t you!” I weeped feebly.

“You have no idea what I am,” she seethed, “You called me a prude, and I'm very much the opposite.”

With that, she slid the head of Chad’s cock in her mouth. Closing her eyes and savoring it like it were meat from a Brazilian Steakhouse. Chad smiled down at me smugly as Becca started bobbing back and forth onto his dick. Sucking and slurping and groaning and moaning with every rhythmic rocking of her head. I watched her drool all over his dick and use her hands to stroke him at the base and play with his balls. She was reminiscent of some of the best porn stars I’d seen.

She pulled his cock out of her cheeks with a plop, gasping for breath. “Fuck me in the ass.” she told him. That same desperate need in her voice. Like she’d been locked in captivity for months and was finally breaking free.

She stood up and bent over the toilet. Hands against the tile wall to keep her balance. Chad smiled as he stroked his cock behind her, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down to her knees. She reached a hand back to spread it for him.

“Wait!” I said, trying to sound brave. But when they both looked back at me I froze. Panicking. “Let…me…Let me help…” I squeaked.

I crawled over between Becca and Chad, sitting up a little on my knees, grasped Becca’s buttcheeks, spread them, and started licking.

“I guess the little bitch is good for something…” Chad shrugged.

Becca laughed and breathed heavily, letting me tongue her asshole. This went on for several minutes, enough for me to hear several women come and go in the stalls next to us. Finally, Chad grew impatient.

“Alright, my turn, diaper boy!” he said, yanking on my shoulder and pulling me back. I gave one last wad of spit on to her hole to provide as much lube as I could before I was pushed away to the floor.

Becca gasped as Chad pressed his head to her hole. She gave a sharp intake of breath, a somewhat painful whimper, but she kept breathing. Soon she relaxed and her whimpering changed to deep sighs of pleasure as her sphincter started to accomodate for Chad’s full size.

She was hot and heavy now, rubbing her clit with one hand and using the other to steady herself against the wall as Chad started pounding her. The clapping of their bodies could easily be heard across the stalls as they both grunted and grinded. Chad smacked her ass several times. I thought it was very disrespectful, but Becca sure didn’t. She moaned louder and pushed herself harder against him.

As their makeshift lube started to dry up, Chad pulled out.

“Clean him.” Becca panted, eyes barely open.

She was talking to me this time.

“What?” I asked, a bit confused.

She turned around, “I said…clean him.”

“With what?”

“Your mouth.” She answered, like I'd just asked the dumbest question possible.

“What the fuck? I’m not putting that thing in my mouth! Especially after it’s been in your—“

But she grabbed my hair quick as a cat and yanked it. “Oh come on…you always wanted me to make you suck the strapon. Now you’re going to suck the real thing. Come on…don’t be such a prude!” She ground her teeth as she emphasized that last word. Glaring at me menacingly as she threw the term I used on her back in my face.

I whimpered as she tugged my hair again. Bringing my face over right in front of Chad’s cock. She squeezed my cheeks together, forcing my mouth open and leading me onto the head of his dick. I gave a futile effort to save my dignity. But deep down I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t something I wanted all along.

I cringed as the shaft slid into my mouth. Being careful to avoid my teeth scraping against the large amount of girth. I wrapped my lips around it as Becca giggled encouragingly. “That’s it! Clean that cock! Show me what a little slut you can be, too!”

I tried to block out the taste and sounds coming from the other stalls and instead tried to focus on her words of encouragement. I figured the faster I made him cum the quicker this would all be over.

“Look how enthusiastic you’re getting!” Becca commented when she took her hands off my head and continued to bob back and forth on Chad’s cock. She laughed as she tapped the front of my soggy diaper and felt my penis poking inside. “Awww!! You’re even getting a wittle Beta boner!!”

I heard several fits of laughter, but it wasn’t coming from Chad or Becca, it was coming from other girls around the bathroom. I glanced over to see several sets of legs standing around our stall, like they were listening intently or even snapping pics of my diaper beneath the openings.

Becca pushed my head off of his dick.

“I want that thing in my pussy now.” She said, turning around and bending over again. Chad seemed much more enthused about that as he aimed his slobbery cock into her dripping wetness. “You better go find us a condom.” She called over her shoulder, “and you better hurry if you don’t want him cumming inside me!”

I sat there dumbfounded for a second as Chad started pounding her again. But when I realized she was serious I scrambled to get up. She was on birth control, but I still didn’t want to take the chance of her getting pregnant from some random guy at a bar.

I picked my pants up and tried to lift them over my bulging diaper. It took several precious seconds to somewhat hide it underneath and still be able to button my pants. But the hem of the padding still stuck out prominently over my belt. Making me look like I had a very crinkly muffin-top.

I flicked the lock to the stall and headed out while Becca and Chad continued to do their thing. There were several girls in the bathroom that pretended to go back to doing whatever it was they were doing: powdering noses, applying perfume, etc.

“Do uhh…” I said awkwardly, trying to ignore their strange looks and giggles, “do any of you happen to have a condom?”

They shrugged and mumbled their various “no’s”. I nodded awkwardly, and crinkled my way to the door. I heard the hiss of laughter as soon as I stepped out.

I made my way through the crowded bar, asking the girls in line, who all looked at me like I was crazy. Like it was my strange way of hitting on them.

I peered through the various people bumping and grinding on the dance floor, and tried to focus on the tables.

I figured the one with mostly guys would probably be my best bet. They were all very large, alpha men. I immediately felt intimidated as I made my way over and stood in their shadows.

“A condom? Yea I got a condom, but i’m much more likely to need one than you are…” one of them said after I stuttered out a request. I decided not to tell them that the condom wasn’t intended for me and just moved on to another table.

The next 3 or 4 groups either didn’t have one, or didn’t want to give me one.

The last table was a group of very attractive girls way out of my league.

“H-hi…” I said as I awkwardly approached. Every single girl turned their nose up at me, I'm not sure if it was from the smell coming from my diaper, or from them thinking I had the audacity to try to hit on them. “D-do any of you m-maybe have a—“

“Hey! You were in the girl’s bathroom earlier, weren’t you?” One girl asked over her drink.

“I uh…yes…i…”

“You must have been the one in the diaper!” another girl said.

“Oh my god! You were serious?! Someone really was wearing a diaper??” Another girl said.

“Yea! That’s him!!”

“Watta you need, diaper boy? Do you need your diapy changed?!” They asked condescendingly.

“I…no i…i actually just need a…a condom…”

“A condom?!” They all exclaimed in unison.

“What on earth would you need a condom for?!”

“Who would have sex with someone that wears diapers?!”

“I…it…it’s not for me…”

They all “ohhh’d” and laughed hysterically at that.

“I have one,” one girl said, pulling it out of her purse and waving it mockingly. “But I want to see your diaper.”

The group all laughed and clapped in amusement. “Yes!!” They jeered. “Pull ‘em down and show us!!”

I stood there shivering. Glancing around at the other patrons who were now looking at all the commotion they were making.

I was short on time. Chad had to be close. I had no choice. I yanked on my belt buckle, unzipped, and pulled down my pants. Exposing my pissy Pampers to the group of cackling girls.

“That is HILARIOUS!!” They teased.

“It’s so big!!”

“And so wet!!”

“Suck your thumb loser!” the girl with a condom commanded as her friends snapped pictures. “Beg me for it!!”

I felt so pitiful. Babbling like a baby as I pleaded with the hot girls for a condom so I could go give it to a guy to use on my girlfriend.

Just when I thought I was going to cry from the humiliation. The girl placed the tiny package inside of my diaper next to my tiny package.

“Here you go, loser!” She said with a wink “have fun!”

******

I could hear Becca and Chad still going at it when I reentered the bathroom. I knocked on the stall, but they didn’t bother stopping to let me in, so I was forced to crawl under.

“Did you get the package, diaper boy?” Becca asked between breaths.

I held up the condom packet defeatedly. Becca laughed, pushing Chad out of her.

“Put it on him!”

I grumbled as I fumbled with the packaging. Pulling out the rubber ring, trying to touch as little of his slimy dick as possible as I rolled it down his shaft. Chad chuckled haughtily after it had been applied. “Thanks bro!”

I resumed my place on my knees as he aimed his cock back into her gaping pussy. She gasped and accepted every inch as he began to pound her with renewed vigor, not holding back now that there was protection in place.

“I’m cumming!! OoooOOOhh goddDD!! I’m CUMMING!!” Becca called, her legs quivering over the toilet as she rocked into an orgasm. Chad winked down at me with a smug look on his face. Then he focused on himself, grabbing Becca’s still quivering hips as he hammered into her.

His grunts were becoming more pronounced. He gripped her tight as he plunged himself into her. I could tell he was cumming by the way his sighs became stacotto and his legs and balls twitched.

They both relaxed as he gently slid out of her. His monster load drooping down in the rubber reservoir.

After Becca regained her composure, she smiled, and grabbed Chad’s dick. She slid the cum filled condom off of his cock and stood in front of me. “Open your mouth.” She commanded.

“Becca please! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again! I —“

“Open. Your. Mouth.” She repeated.

I whimpered as I obeyed. She turned the condom upside down and began pouring the contents into my mouth. Both Chad and I were gagging as the salty seed hit my tongue.

Once the condom was emptied, she slapped me over the face with it and stuffed it into my cum-filled mouth.

“We’re done.” She said sourly, spitting in my face before opening the door to the stall and leaving both me and Chad behind.

THE END