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Daily Free-Write September 22, 2021: Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 9

Published: September 22nd 2021, 6:34:26 pm

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Continuation of August 23, 2021 "Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 8"

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After that humiliating exchange with his boss, Cody waddled back to the kitchen to slice some more vegetables.

"Hey buddy," said Trent, walking up to Cody, "why so tense?"

"Oh, no reason," said Cody, forcing a smile. The truth was, Cody was on edge for two reasons: he was self-conscious about the fact that he was in a soggy diaper, and he was horny as hell. There was nothing he could do about either, and he sure wasn't going to tell Trent about it.

"I'll bet I know what's going on," said Trent.

"Y-you do?" asked Cody, thinking for sure that Trent was going to mention his diapers. Trent just smirked.

"So, tell me how last night went, stud."

"Uh, h-how last night went?" asked Cody, his voice cracking with confusion and embarrassment as his thoughts suddenly veered to his anal adventure and the cocksucking he'd given his now 'Daddy'. He winced as he felt his cage tighten, once again preventing his cock from getting hard.

"Oh, come on. Don't hold out on me, loverboy. I want details. Did she like the pic? Did you see her again? Looks like your clothes got cleaned, at least..." Trent leaned in and sniffed the air. "And you don't smell like sex..."

"Hey," said Cody, recoiling and instinctively covering his diaper. "Knock it off..." He sighed, knowing Trent wasn't going to let this go unless he made up something. "I, uh, did something new with her. A blowob, and then... um... we also experimented with some anal..." He blushed as he kept things deliberately vague so he could keep from lying as much as possible. No reason he had to mention that it was actually him trying those things.

"Ooh, la la," said Trent. "That's hot. Was it her or you?" Trent was giving Cody a shit eating grin, but as he saw Cody's face turn bright red and Cody began do stammer, his eyebrows went up. "Oh my god, it was you, wasn't it?"

"N-no! Not even," said Cody, but he was convincing no one, and he knew it.

"So... how was it?" asked Trent, once he managed to get himself under control.

"It was... alright, I guess," muttered Cody, unable to meet his friend's eyes.

"You loved it, didn't you? Oh my goodness. Who would have thought my friend would turn out to be a kinky horndog. I guess you should be glad I took you to that kink night, eh Codes?"

"Y-yeah," muttered Cody, wincing as his cock throbbed at the memory of getting plowed by Mr. S. "Thanks."

"Ah chill out, bro. I'm just giving you a hard time."

Cody nodded and gave a weak smile. The truth was Cody had quickly gone from, 'I'll never do that', to 'Maybe I'll try it, to 'Oh no, I love it!' in the space of a couple days, and he was very confused about it.

"I mean, you must be liking something she's doing if you're still wearing your, *ahem*, special underwear." Cody's eyes went wide. So Trent had seen it, along with his boss, and of course Pedro. How could this get any worse?

"Look, I don't even want to wear them, okay? I just don't have a choice right now..."

"W-what do you mean," asked Trent. "Y-you mean you actually need diapers? I thought it was just a kink thing..."

"No! I mean yes! I mean... It's complicated. And can we please call them something else?"

"It's not a kink thing, is it? You need them, codes, don't you?"

Cody looked askance at his friend, unsure of how to work his way out of this conversation without making a complete fool of himself. Neither story sounded very good to him, but at least if he made it seem optional, he wouldn't paint himself into a corner like he had with Mr. Thicke. It was bad enough he had to stay padded at work now. Having to wear one whenever he wanted to hangout at Trent's would just be too much.

"No, no, it's just a kink thing, seriously. Just..." And that's when Cody began farting. Daddy had warned him that this would happen. "Ah! I-I'll be right back."

Cody ran out of the kitchen and toward the bathroom, clutching his behind as his loose butthole continued to bray. So much for convincing Trent that he didn't need them.