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Commissioned by WorldOfWetcraft. WARNING: Contains scat and diaper play.
Gregory flung open his door and got into his apartment, shutting the door behind him–red in the face and panting for breath. He hadn’t been able to make it. He’d done alright the first couple days of the week, leaving a bit early, making sure he was watching his fluids, he’d been able to make it back home without…well, without doing this.
He stepped out of his shoes and dropped his pants–which he could see were a little wet between his legs. There, instead of his usual underwear, was a diaper, sagging quite a bit from the load of piss Gregory hadn’t been able to hold back while riding the train home. People had…smelled it. He could smell it, how acrid it was, since he hadn’t been drinking much water at all. He was so humiliated he’d gotten off and walked ten blocks instead–but that had been worse, if anything.
Gregory was older, in his early fifties, and not exactly in decent shape. Now he was hot, sweaty, stank of piss, and his legs were even a little chafed. He heaved a sigh–there was no avoiding it, he was going to have to knock on Alex’s door.
Alex was Gregory’s new neighbor who had moved in a week ago–and he was also the reason Gregory was now in this predicament. Alex was not…an attractive fellow. He was fat, with greasy hair and a tangled beard, dressed like a slob, and Gregory didn’t think he left the house for much. But Alex…could do something to him, to anyone, probably, but something about Gregory had irked him–and now, ever since meeting him that first time, he couldn’t get out of these diapers. He had to wear them until he pissed in them, and then go next door, and ask Alex to change him–but the price of a change was usually going into his apartment and giving the chubby slob a blow job–something else the one time straight Gregory would have never done, but now…now he was even starting to like that. Anticipate it, even now, as he pulls up his pants and goes next door, and knocks on Alex’s door.
Alex answers, his hairy gut hanging out, wearing just a pair of filthy briefs, and he leers at Gregory–and sniffs the air. “Need a change, man? Come on in.” Gregory stepped inside, and Alex dropped his briefs down–but instead of telling him to suck his cock, instead he bent over the side of the couch, and pushed his ass towards Gregory. “Been needing a good cleaning–clean out my ass, and I’ll give you a night off, like usual.”
Gregory balked. “What? That’s…no! No, I won’t do that, you disgusting, fucking pervert!”
Alex looked over his shoulder, sneering, and wiggled his ass. “Are you sure?”
Gregory yelled and screamed at him, but then Alex said…something, and he stopped. He floated for a bit, like he did…when Alex was controlling him, telling him something…new, and then he was back. “What…what did you do?”
“If you change your mind tomorrow morning, let me know, buddy,” Alex said, and pushed Gregory back out into the hall, where he retreated to his own apartment, stepped in, and he was safe. Safe, and secure, and…
It was like being back in his space triggered something–and he felt his bowels shift. He tried to stop it, but it was too late–he filled the back of his diaper with a load of shit, and Gregory just stood there, not sure what to do, or even how to move. He tried to leave, to go back to Alex and do…well, anything, but he couldn’t get out–apparently he was stuck here for the night, in a messy, soggy diaper, and…and the stench.
No, this was wrong, why was this happening to him? He felt the front of the diaper, and sure enough, his cock was hard, just…just from smelling his own shit. He groped it, suddenly desperate to jack off, but couldn’t get a good grip–but the failure only made him hornier. Eventually, he managed. Naked, aside from the diaper, he humped the corner of his sofa for twenty minutes, sweating and panting and heaving and stinking until he finally came in the front of the diaper as well, and he relaxed, sitting back on the floor, his shit smashing up and down his crack…and finally, Gregory cried.
He sobbed there, in his filthy diaper, horrified at how he’d lost control, how even now…the smell of his own shit was making him horny all over again, even though he was too exhausted to do anything about it. He drank heavily that night–just wanting to numb himself, and he woke up in the middle of the night, filled his diaper with beer piss, and humped his bed until he came again–and collapsed back into fitful nightmares.
In the morning, he went back and knocked on Alex’s door again, head hung low, and his neighbor let him in without a word, went back and bent over the couch. Gregory got down on his knees behind him…and Alex’s rank ass….reminded him of his own stench, and he found himself…enjoying it. He ate out Alex’s hole, his cock hard in the soggy, sagging diaper, while Alex told him what a good asseater he was, that he was definitely going to have Gregory over morning and night to eat him out from now on, and Gregory just tried to ignore it. Alex flipped over and fucked Gregory’s face, fed him a load of cum, and then, finally, allowed Gregory to change his diaper–and even let him use his shower to clean up. Then, Alex forced him back into a new diaper–but this one was different, thicker.
“I noticed you were leaking, man,” Alex said, “We can’t have that–this should be a bit better.”
The last variety of diaper had been thin enough people hadn’t noticed it under Gregory’s clothes. This one though…it was so thick, it would make his suit pants bulge out around his ass. He knew better than to complain though–he thanked his neighbor, went back to his apartment, and got ready for work.
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