Published: November 2nd 2020, 5:23:53 pm
"Well met, adventurer?"
"Aye, well met." said the man, as he walked into the blacksmith's shop.
"I'm looking for some armor. something easy to remove yet highly protective."
"Well, young adventurer," said the gray-bearded blacksmith as he looked the man up and down. "That might be a problem."
The blacksmith saw a tall man with black hair and a closely cropped black beard. Tall proud cheek bones and a chiseled jawline accentuated his masculinity. He was perhaps a bit too masculine for the Blacksmith's liking, but he could fix that.
"What's the problem?"
"Well, I can see you are wearing very strong armor already. Noting can beat plate armor like the type you are wearing, but of course it's hard to remove. But why should that be a problem?"
"Well," said the man, a blush spreading from his cheeks, "I've had... a few accidents when I was unable to take off the armor in time."
"Oh. I see." said the blacksmith, trying not to smile. He wouldn't dream of insulting the lad for such a thing. "Well, there is a solution that doesn't require you to spend a fortune on new armor or give up your protection. In fact, it will give you even more protection."
"What is it? I must know."
"I present to you these enchanted undergarments of holding," said the man, holding up a bulky cloth object.
The man looked over it with interest. "It looks strange... rather thick... and there is some sort of smooth covering..."
"Go on, feel it. You can pick it up."
The adventurer took off his gauntlets and lifted it up. It sent a shock through his hand which seemed to spread through his chest and right down to his loins.
"It's... thick... very thick..." he said, in a husky voice. The more he looked it over, the more excited he got. He was beginning to sweat. "The smooth outer covering feels...nice... what is this undergarment called?"
"It's really special. A cloth of 'allinone'. Why don't I help you out of your armor so you can try it on?"
The adventurer readily agreed. He was unable to take his eyes off of the object, and was reluctant to even put it down to get out of his armor.
As he was being unstrapped he asked, "How exactly does it work?"
"Well, my young adventurer," said the older blacksmith, "You wear it under your armor and it eliminates the need for you to take your armor off to answer nature's call. There we are. The last piece of armor is off. Why don't you step into these and see what you think?"
The blacksmith set the shin guard off to the side and picked up the garment, holding it open. The adventurer didn't notice but the blacksmith kept his gloves on when touching the garment and did not allow it to come into contact with his own skin. The adventurer was too excited to try it on. When he dropped his breaches, his excitement was even clearer.
"It looks like you might already need use of these," said the blacksmith, moving his head to dodge the dripping tumescence.
The man was too enthralled to notice. As the garment was pulled up his legs, he began to moan, his penis now dripping precum like a river.
"My, that's quite a sword you've got there. As good as any I've forged!" said the blacksmith.
The adventurer blushed at this, but he couldn't get out any words, as he was panting heavily, too overwhelmed by the erotic sensations coursing through his body.
This erection proved tricky to maneuver around, but with some effort, it was possible. When the diaper was finally pulled up and over his steel-hard erection, the man shuddered and convulsed. He had immediately unleashed the most amazing and intense orgasm of his life. Luckily the blacksmith was prepared for the man to go weak in the knees. He held the man's waist, supporting him as he came. He put his gloved hand over the front of the garment. He felt the warmth spread into it as it turned yellow. The young adventurere had wet himself. He really wasn't so big and tall now that he was out of the armor.
As the young man came back to his senses, he became aware of the dampness between his legs.
"H-how did that happen?" he asked.
"It's quite simple. The undergarments did it. You see - they take care of all your eliminations for you - including the more *ahem* erotic ones."
"Y-you mean, I won't have control of any of it?" Despite his shock, the man could already feel himself getting hard again at the idea.
"No," said the blacksmith, smiling, and rubbing the growing hardness through the material. "But don't worry, the cloth of allinone will hold it all. And in 10 minutes, anything that you've released will disappear and it will return to its original clean and dry state."
"Oh.. this is... amazing...." said the man, beginning to run out of breath again. He was soon wracked by another orgasm, this time, filling the back of his diaper. He came to his senses again to find himself in a squatting position. The blacksmith's excitement was obvious both in his face and his breaches.
"Well done, lad. Well done. I think these are perfect for you. You see, you'll never have to take off your armor again!"
"Wait.. I don't want to poop in my breaches. I think I'd like to take these off and get cleaned up."
"Oh, but you can't do that," said the blacksmith. "I'm sure you don't really want to anyway."
"I certainly can," said the man, stepping away from the blacksmith's grip. He pulled down and frowned. The undergarment seemed to hug him tightly. It massaged his manhood, pressed against his crotch and ass. He felt his knees go weak. He pulled harder and felt that electricity course through his body once more. He didn't want to take them off. Something was telling him. He tried once more and found that his hands moved to rub all over the outside of the diaper, and he became distracted by the wonderful smooth feel of the material. No matter how many times he tried, something would prevent him from achieving his goal. After a few minutes he gave up.
"I...I don't want to take it off..."
"There's a good lad." said the blacksmith. "Why don't we leave the armor aside for now. I think it's time to make a trip to the potion shop."
The older man smiled as he led the young man out, one gloved hand on the back of his diaper.