Published: January 6th 2023, 9:06:51 am
Cute! He called me cute! That's all that runs through my mind on an endless loop. I don't even hear what he says as I moan and cum in my diapers, the feeling of pleasure being too much now. I jerk and spasm, dimly aware that he is still talking. When my eyes finally regain their focus, I see that he is standing there looking at me, open mouthed.
It takes me a moment to figure out that I just came in my diaper. It's not the first time. If I let it get too soggy, it begins to swell up enough to rub against my bits, and I have a hair trigger as it is. That, combined with being called cute by my crush was too much. I am instantly embarrassed as I clock his expression. He is speechless.
Shit.
At first, I think that he is totally freaked out, but then I glance down and realize that that's not it at all. His jock is not standing a good eight inches away from his body, being held out by a rock hard erection. I can clearly see its outline in the wide opening between the fabric and his crotch, and it is roo-mongous. He's not freaked out, he's turned on. Just the sight of it sends me into another round of spasms as I cum into my diapers again. I whine as my balls begin to ache. I can't take much more of this.
Moments later, my poor pelvic muscles give out and I flood my diaper. That soda really did the trick. Now I have completely soaked my diapers right in front of my 'roo'mmate. Finally, he snaps out of his daze.
"Uh, oh? Is the bunny boy soaked?" He walks right up to me, his cock swaying hypnotically as he does so until he is inches from my face. I pull my head back and blush as he lowers his voice and says, "Do you need a change?"
I gulp, completely flustered. I've fantasized about my roo mate for a long time and a diaper change is not exactly what I had in mind for our first intimate encounter. He grabs my shirt and pushes me onto the bed, so I am on my back. I don't try to resist too hard. However, when he reaches down toward my diaper tapes, I gasp and my hands instantly move to stop him before relaxing and hesitating. This is the closest he has ever gotten to touching my junk. Maybe I should just go for it? Maybe he'll even leave the diaper off and have some real fun with me in bed.
"C'mon mate," he says, seeing my hesitation. "Let me help. We'll both enjoy it, I can promise you that." I blush as he enthusiastically insists on changing my diaper. He's giving me a bright smile and showing off his shiny whites as he says it, looking friendly and innocent, but for the erection obviously stretching out his jock and creating a wet spot in the front of it.
"W-well... if you insist..." I begin, and he doesn't give me a chance to finish. I'm already watching him open up my diaper and inspect my work with incredible curiousity, his nose twitching as he gets a nice close look.
"Ooo, maaaate. You definitely did a number on these! And I'd say you quite enjoyed them too," he adds, noting the slick spot in the front of my diaper. "Wow, look how little your thing is, too! Adorable, mate! Did all this really come out of that little thing right there?"
I'm simultaneously embarrassed that he looking down there so closely but also incredibly turned on. He's inches from my dick! I try to speak but he interrupts me immediately.
"W-w-wipes are in the-"
"Closet, bottom drawer," he finishes, without even hesitating.
"Wait... have you been in my things?" I ask, beginning to sit up.
"I know everything, mate. And I'm not sorry. I couldn't help but get curious when I saw my little bunny buddy crinkling around the apartment the first night. I've been wanting to do this for a long time..."
He quickly gets the wipes and gets to work, wiping all the pee out of my fur and depositing the used ones into the diaper. He seems to know very well how to do what he's doing. He switches out the diaper for a new one and lays the fresh pad under me, but instead of taking the used one and throwing it away, he buries his nose in it an gives it a nice long sniff. I blush deeply as I watch this depraved act. He's sniffing my used diaper. It seems wrong and embarrassing on so many levels.
After a few good sniffs, he's satisfied and sets the diaper aside, to turn his attention to me. I want to tell him not to put me in the nother one, but he gets the baby oil out of my nightstand without me saying a word. I realize he's about to touch my little acorn and I don't dare open my mouth to complain now. I'll tell him not to diaper me after he finishes oiling up my bunny bits, I rationalize.
As Trevor oils up my pee-pee, his hands come away with sticky strands of clear pre. "Whoa, mate... I just cleaned you up down there... no wonder bunnies like you need extra protection."