July 1, 2021: Locked and Padded Pt. 3

Continuation of June 27, 2021: "Locked and Padded Pt. 2"

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You just woke up on Pete's couch laying across both Pete and Nessa's lap and you have no idea how you got there. Last thing you rememebered, you were on their changing table and they fed you another hit of dumb baby smoke... next thing you knew....

"What just happened?"

They look at each other. Nessa nods to Pete, and he nods back to Nessa.

"Well," Pete begins, placing a hand on your leg as Nessa rubs your chest. "The truth is, you just got a glimpse of your true self."

"My... what?"

"That's right, hon," says Nessa. "You're just a little baby. And we think part of you liked it."

"I... liked it? Hey, wait a second..." you try to sit up, but Pete and Nessa hold you firm.

"Hush, now, little darlin'. You're back to normal, no harm no foul," said Nessa.

"That's right," said Pete. "We just wanted to give you a little taste of how your life could be. If you wanted to be a baby again..."

You look at Pete and Nessa. "Are you crazy?! That was totally beyond the pale. It was humiliating. It was frustrating. It was... It was..."

"Enough to make you cream your pampers five times over?" asked Pete, chuckling.

"I'd say at least six," said Nessa, with a naughty grin. Your feel your face turning bright red. The two of them help you onto your unsteady feet and lead you to the door. Now that you've fully recovered, you are safe to drive away, and go about your life.

"But if you liked what you saw... you can come back tomorrow. Just don't expect to be big again anytime soon."

You  leave in a hurry. No way you'd go back there. You get into the car, still muttering to yourself. "No way. I'm no baby. I don't even like bottles and diapers and big baby smoke." You drive down the highway. "Not a chance I'd ever go back." Take the turn off to your house. "I'm perfectly happy here as an adult." You get into your house, which you share with your five roommates. "Not a chance. I'm going back there."

You throw your bag down by the entrance, storm into the bathroom, shuck off your clothes, and start a nice, hot shower.

"I didn't even like being a baby. Especially not the part where I filled my diaper and came uncontrollably..." You protest, but the moment you stop talking, you realize that part of you is afraid you might have liked it deep down. And another part of you is extremely horny and in need of attention immediately.

You step in the shower, and as the room steams up, your hand slips between your legs. Your other one explores your body as you think about the experience with Pete and Nessa. About the thick padding hugging every inch of your body... padding of the diaper and padding of the clothing... Of Pete feeding you that smoke and turning you into a...

"Oh gods..." you moan, as you come faster than you've ever come before. All it took was the mere thought of being turned into their dumb brainless baby was enough to put you over the edge. You turn off the shower and put your hands on the wall to brace your self. You are out of breath. And you came so hard! What does this mean?

You step out of the shower, as horny and frustrated as ever. You came way to fast to enjoy it. "Hey, roomie?" comes a voice from the other end of the door. "What's with the diapers in your bag?"

"Diapers?I don't know what those are!" You burst out of the restroom with the towel wrapped tightly around your body and snatch your bag out of their hands. "What are you doing in my bag anyway?"

It's Gordon. He never seemed to care about personal boundaries. You snatch the bag and storm off to your room, kicking yourself for leaving your bag out in the open. But... what about all the diapers? You find yourself sitting on the bed, glossy eyed as you stare at the diapers laid out in front of you. Thick. Crinkly. With cartoon characters all across the taping zone. Your heart beats in your chest. Why is this so exciting to you?

You want to put one on. Part of you even things you might just go back to Pete's house, as crazy as that sounds. You know you need to get rid of them right now if you have any hope of resisting. You bite your lip and look at the diapers. One of your roomies is knocking on your door asking if you're alright. You look at the door then at the bed.

To be continued...

-Written by ChampTehOtter