Published: January 20th 2022, 10:48:33 am
Note: Just a silly write-up based on a pic by a certain diaper dummy bear I know. I don't know the original character so I just went off of what the image made me think of. Just for fun. Anyone wanna listen to this awesome punk band in the story? There might be side effects...
CW: Messing
He walked into the bedroom, propping his skateboard against the nightstand, and took off his cap, running his hand through his shaggy hair. With the thick gauge septum piercing in his upturned nose, the earring in his left ear, the baggy shorts, and the slightly pissed off expression on his face, he seemed like a pretty tough guy. Who would ever guess at what he was hiding under his pants?
"Frick, man," he sighed, almost exasperated. That was the first odd thing you were bound to notice about Seth. He never cursed. His eyes, green like lime Jello flicked down to his belt and he bit his lip. "Frick..." he huffed.
Then, he frantically began undoing his thick studded belt, nearly slipping on the toy xylophone by his feet. He almost seemed to be in pain as he hunched forward slightly, his stomach seizing up even as he worked to undo his pants. Finally, the belt came open and he shucked his pants off, grunting and biting his lip harder as he felt another surge in his gut. "Hnnn.... g-gotta be careful... I'm gonna chew my lip up if I keep this up."
He looked over to the nightstand. Next to the ABC sippy cup was his yellow pacifier. He popped it into his mouth. Much better.
Under his pants he was wearing a thick diaper, with a baby foxes and other critters dancing across the front. Sick was the word he used to describe them when he first pulled them out of the box, though not meant in the way his friends would have were they to catch him wearing them. But that was what made it so exciting to go skating with a nice fast acting suppository dissolving under your tush.
His normally impassive face contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain. The pain of holding it in. The pleasure of the pressure it put on his sensitive anal region, and the knowledge that he would soon lose the battle. He looked around, mumbling into his pacifier.
"Hhhh... gotta.... G-gotta...gotta find something to..."
He grabbed the first soft thing he could find. His pillow. The urge was stronger now. It came in waves. The pressure growing and receding, only to come back even stronger a few minutes later. He had held it in the whole way home from the skate park, nearly losing control of his board several times on the way. Now, he was bound to lose control. Any second now....
"G-gotta hump..."
His mind was clouded. His breathing heavy as he shakily got to his knees and started humping haphazardly into the pillow. Moments, later, he lost control, and despite holding his cheeks together with all his might, he could feel the hot liquid shit slipping out of him, into the back of the diaper. The fact that he couldn't stop it made it even hotter...
His eyes traveled over the green shag carpet, the stacking rings, the xylophone, the pokemon poster on the wall, the glowing lampshade. Looking at all the bright colors, never quite registering what he was looking at it, his eyes never resting too long on any one thing. He was focused on the feeling now as a big dumb grin spreat across his face.
A far cry from the cool skater boy he presented himself as to the world, here he was just a dumb diaper humper being himself. Humping his pillow as he filled his babyish diapers to the max.
"F-frick..." he groaned out as his pacifier fell from his mouth. What else could he say? That really said it all. His tongue was hanging out. One eyelid was half closed as he humped away. He didn't even care if he came. Filling his diapers was the real release. Humping was just icing on the cake. What would his friends think if they saw him now? Pretty hilarious, probably. He didn't care.
Humping like a dummy in his stinky diapers was his joie de vivre. He didn't want to like it, but he did. And boy did he like it.
"You don't ever want to stop, do you, Seth?"
"...no.." *huff* "No, I don't..."
"You want to be a dumb little diaper humper forever, don't you?"
"Frick... yeah, I do..."
"Then keep on humping...," said the little voice in his head. The one that had been there ever since that day at the music store... The day he and his friends got those free promotional CDs of the hardcore punk band Hümper Dü. Songs like Private Potty and Something I Unlearned Today played over and over, strains playing through his head, clearing out the sticky spiderweb of synaptic connections in his brain that clustered around wanting and even knowing how to use the toilet.
Sure there would be the clean up after, and the frantic effort to hide what he had done from his boyfriend, and his boyfriend's family.
"Frick it," he said, grinding harder on his diaper, knowing that he was just makign things worse for himself later. He'd find a way to take care of it somehow. He always did. And that's exactly how his boyfriend found him. Face down on the shag carpet, weakly humping the pillow, drooling as his eyes stared into nothingness.
"Again, buddy?" asked the annoyed man, himself at that precarious stage of letting go of his last irresponsible teenage years just passed and diving headlong into his 20s. How many times had he found his boyfriend like this, now? He shook his head and began to grab the wipes. "I'm going to have to get you more baby stuff, dork. Sometimes I wonder if you guys listened to a little too much of that junk..."
Seth's boyfriend, Rogue, had seen it all; the slow spiral of Seth and all his skater friends into the throes of diaper dummy denial. Yes, they were all convinced that they were the only ones in their little group of friends wearing under their baggy pants. The only ones poofing around the waist, crinkling like they were stuffing their jeans with potato chip bags. The security guards at the stores had stopped patting them down after one too many unwanted encounters, up close and personal, with the skaters' smelly diapers.
"And still you think this is some big secret..."
"Buh, buh, buh... secwettttt...." Seth smiled and drooled as he pulled his thumb out of his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah. You'll just forget this ever happened in a few hours, won't you, dump butt?"
"Buhhhh, few hours..."
Rogue shook his head, grinning ruefully. "If only this didn't give me such a hard on, I might stop making you listen to it..."