[#208] Heat

I waddled down the hall to my apartment with an unnatural thickness between my legs.  It was so unfamiliar to me.  The way I crinkled with every step, like anyone passing by could hear it.  The way my thighs were forced apart, exposing my most precious places.  Vulnerable.  But at the same time, secure in the thick padding.  It rubbed gently against my sex and soaked up all the arousal I leaked into it.

Finally, I closed the door to my apartment and let out a sigh of relief.  No one had noticed.  No one knew.  But why did I care, anyway?  It was a stupid bet!  If anyone found out what I was wearing, I’d just tell the truth.

Last week, Marie and I were playing a game at a bar.  First to get laid proved their sexiness over the other, which was a stupid bet to begin with, because of course Marie was sexier than me.  But the loser… the loser would wear a diaper for a whole day.  Marie’s mom had some high-quality ones ever since she had that surgery.  And I lost.

It was a bet.  Just a bet!  Then why did I feel like this?  I stripped my jeans off and looked down at the very plain, very white diaper.  Nothing sexy about it!  Right?  And still, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  I tried to push my thighs together - unsuccessfully - and wiggled side to side.  The padding pressed between my legs, against my folds, and a shiver ran up my spine.  Oh gosh…

I undressed right there in the living room, down to nothing but my diaper.  I knew it was stupid!  I knew it was just a bet!  But I couldn’t help myself.  I slid to the floor and pressed my bare back against the wall, looking down at my bare breasts.  At the white diaper.  At the blue tapes.  I reached down and touched the plastic, causing it to crinkle.  Then I fingered the tapes, so secure, so finalizing.  And finally, I pushed on the thickness between my thighs.  I let out a short gasp and quivered.

I had never masturbated, not really.  I’d tried a few times, but it didn’t go anywhere.  I couldn’t bring myself to cum.  But here, in a diaper on my living room floor, I couldn’t stop.  My fingers explored new areas of myself through the thick padding.  With a little pressure and the right movements, I could cause a thousand parts of my body to light up with arousal.  I whimpered and moaned with each new experience, craving the constant stimulation and pleasure.

Then I felt something I had never felt before.  Pressure and heat and twisting inside me.  I was going to cum.  No, I was going to do more than that.  I was going to cum in a diaper.  That thought alone sent me over the edge.  I gasped for air as my body twitched and writhed on the carpet.  All the pressure in my muscles released at once and I fell limply against the wall.  I shivered, but I wasn’t cold.  Actually, I was hot.  And before I realized what was happening, my diaper grew hot as well as I began to freely wet myself.