Your parents loved Rick. They said he was always so nice and polite and he seemed so understanding about your…situation. They said not too many people would be willing to have a sleepover with someone who still had to wear diapers. When he offered to “help out” by “making sure his buddy stays dry” they practically kissed the guy. Yeah your parents loved him…
But as soon as he said his overly polite hello to your folks he would practically dance into your room. He’d slowly take off his clothes until he was just in his briefs and then he’d just stare at you with this smug look on his face. He handle his crotch and adjust his waistband and look at himself in the full length mirror. Then he’d casually mention whatever brand of underwear he was wearing and then ask you.
“So…what kind of underwear are you wearing?”
You could lie. You could try to get away or fight him. You could even tell the truth. But no matter what he would eventually pin you down and pull your pants off and he’d always say the same thing.
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot. You’re a big baby! You wear diapers! Isn’t that right?”
After that point he would tease you mercilessly. He pull at your diapers, shove a pacifier in your mouth, try and bounce you on his knee, hold you up and burp you. On the rare occasion your diaper was dry he would casually whip out his dick, pull your waistband back, and wet your diapers for you. No matter what it would always end up with him, in his briefs, changing you into at least two super-thick diapers.
Now your parents have asked him to watch you while they go on a three week cruise. After all, your parents loved Rick. He’s so nice…
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