Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Mark stood near the dairy aisle, with his knuckles gripping the handle of the grocery cart. He had been complaining about his stomach since we left the house, but I’d insisted we finish running our errand. Mostly because I liked the way he squirmed when I told him to just keep walking.
Everything seemed fine, but then…it happened. His posture stiffened, his face drained of color, and he turned a sickly, translucent grey. A damp, dark patch began to bloom across the seat of his light wash denim jeans and the smell hit the air around him instantly. “Fuckkkkkk,” he whispered, as he watched my nose wrinkle in front of him.
Just Another Diaper Boy
His eyes were wide with a mixture of humiliation and defeat. “Amber,” he said, quietly. “I…I couldn’t hold it like you wanted me to.”
I stood over him, looking unimpressed. “You’re done, Mark,” I replied. My voice was calm, but cold enough to drop the temperature in the aisle. “You’ve made a mess of yourself and now you’re going to suffer the consequences.”
Almost instinctually, I grabbed a pack of adult diapers from the shelf and steered him toward the family restroom at the back of the store. I ushered him inside, locked the door, and forced him to strip. He fumbled with his belt and nearly tripped. What a loser! I made him stand there, exposed and shivering, while I meticulously wiped him down with coarse paper towels.
He just stared at the floor, as his pride dissolved into the drain.
I peeled the backing off the adhesive tabs and secured the diaper around his waist. It was a thick, crinkling reminder of his inadequacy. When I finished, I didn’t pull him into a hug. I simply tilted his chin up so he had to meet my eyes. “This is who you are now,” I murmured, with a smirk. “You aren’t a man anymore. You’ve just proven that. Men don’t mess themselves. You’re just another diaper boy now.”
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