The dorm hallway smelled like laundry detergent and the faint, sweet musk of baby powder Lisa’s signature. She leaned against the doorframe of Dennis’s room, arms crossed, watching as he fidgeted on his bed. His pull-ups, printed with tiny blue cars, were already sagging a little, the elastic stretched from his restless shifting. He’d been caught again, his fingers wandering where they shouldn’t, and the evidence was now cooling against his skin.
“Dennis,” Lisa sighed, tapping her foot. The sound made him flinch. “Do you want to be sent back to diapers? Because I swear, if I have to clean up one more sticky mess from your pull-ups this week, that’s exactly where you’re going.”
Dennis bit his lip, his cheeks flushing. He could feel it, the warmth, the stickiness, the proof of his latest lapse. He squirmed, his pull-ups crinkling loudly under his shorts. The thought of being demoted, of losing even the flimsy dignity of his pull-ups, should have been embarrassing. But the way Lisa said it, firm, almost disappointed, sent a shiver down his spine. His body betrayed him instantly, his cock twitching against the damp padding.
“No, Dorm Mommy,” he mumbled, but his voice was thick, his words unconvincing. He could already picture it: the thick, crinkly diapers, the way they’d make him waddle, the way Lisa would have to handle him like the baby he was proving himself to be.
Lisa arched an eyebrow. “No? Because it sounds like you’re asking for it. You think college is for big boys, Dennis? You think you deserve to be here, playing with yourself like a toddler who can’t keep his hands to himself?” She stepped closer, her shadow falling over him. “Maybe you’d be happier if we just took the choice away. No more pull-ups. No more pretending you can behave.”
Dennis whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily. The idea of it, of being forced, of Lisa stripping him down and wrapping him up tight, of having no choice but to fill his diapers like a good little boy, made his head spin. His pull-ups were already ruined, but now his cock was hard, pressing against the mess he’d made.
Lisa noticed, of course. She always did. A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips. “Oh, look at that. Someone likes the idea of being a baby.” She reached out, her fingers hovering just above the bulge in his pull-ups. “One more accident, Dennis. That’s all it’ll take. And then you’ll be in diapers for the rest of the semester. Maybe longer.”
Dennis’s breath hitched. He wanted to argue, to promise he’d be good. But the words died in his throat as his body pulsed, his mind already racing ahead, to the rustle of plastic, to Lisa’s hands on his bare skin, to the way she’d scold him as she powdered him down.
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