Security Check (and Change) 18+ NSFW
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Casey practically thrummed with excitement as he hurried along. He was finally off the plane and thankfully he’d been able to pick up his baggage without a hitch. He wore a soft blue dress shirt with long sleeves across slender arms. His pants were a pair of slim, tan khakis that hugged his hips. A pair of dark brown dress shoes completed the outfit. The clothes gave his 5”3” and 110lb stature a somewhat more mature appearance. With his small size, Casey had to try extra to project the same authority and air of respect of other professional adults. With his soft face and delicate bone structure, coupled with his diminutive size, such a task was difficult to say the least. While puberty had hit some like a semi-truck, Casey had only felt the barest brush, leaving him with wide hips, narrow shoulders, and a relatively high voice.
He was impatient to get home and would have been pushing through the crowd if it weren’t for his small frame. It had been a long trip, and a helluva long day. He was finally getting to go home after a business meeting over the weekend. Nearly 36 hours of straight work over a few days and they had finally met their quota for the quarter. Truth be told, all the grueling time spent slaving away in the office was totally worth it for the next month off. Casey knew exactly what he wanted to do with that time. Beneath Casey’s outfit was the object of that desire. A large, white diaper covered in cartoon depictions of animals at play that lent a bit of extra curve to the seat of his trousers.
Casey was secretly an ABDL. It was his little secret. His private kink that he’d hidden from what few partners he’d had in his 25 years on Earth. Diapers, onesies, binkies, vibrators, pillows, cartoons, he loved it all. He enjoyed how soft and secure the diapers made him feel, and the sound of the crinkling when he moved. He loved the gentle smell of baby powder and the caress of it against his delicate skin. He would often lay in bed, sucking on his favorite pacifier and snuggling away the time with his stuffed bear Peyton, while he lost himself in the moment.
He shifted from foot to foot impatiently. He was so anxious to begin his time off he’d decided to start a little early, and had padded himself up before his flight. Two hours and several bottles of water later he was starting to feel nature’s call. All he needed to do was get through the checkpoint and he was free.
“Next,” came the bored monotone of airport security.
Finally, Casey thought as he moved forward. He placed his luggage on the conveyor and stepped forward.
Casey frowned. That wasn’t right. He stepped back again and moved forward.
“Ma’am, are you carrying anything metal on your person,” said the guard, still with that dead tone of voice.
Casey felt sweat break out on his brow. He was so nervous he didn’t bother to correct the guard’s mix up. He was used to it. “N-no.”
“Step through the detector again please, Ma’am.”
“Ma’am,” she sighed, “I’m going to need you to step out of line and come with me.”
No, no, no no. This couldn’t be happening! Casey was shaking in his shoes. He had completely forgotten there was another security check at the other terminal! In truth, he knew what was setting off the alarm. A tight-fitting stainless steel chastity cage he wore to augment his fantasies and reduce the chances of leaking.
“I- I can’t-“ he stammered.
She frowned and grabbed his hand. “Ma’am, I’m afraid I’m not asking.” She began to pull him along as he clutched his bag to his chest.
He was still trying to think of a way to get himself out of the predicament when they arrived at the guard station. A digital chime sounded as the door was opened and they entered a room with a single wooden countertop. Roughly half a dozen monitors were arrayed adjacent to the counter, showing hundreds people going about their business. A camera in the corner of the room glared at him.
“Hey Alyss, got another one for ya,” the guard called out.
“Go ahead and send her back,” answered a woman from somewhere behind the front desk.
The guard turned to face him. “Head through that door right there,” she pointed, “and don’t think about running. There’s cameras all over and the only way out is through the station you just tried to get through.”
She left without another word, leaving Casey anxious and trembling. He clutched his luggage tightly to his chest and glanced around the room. What were they going to do with him? His thoughts ran wild. No matter what way you sliced it he was probably in for a pat down at least, which risked the diaper being discovered. At worst, he would be subjected to a full blown cavity search, revealing his shameful kink to a complete stranger. He was probably going to end up in jail, or branded a public deviant, or- or…
The voice cut through the fog of his panic, and he looked up.
Sea green eyes looked down at him with concern.
“Hey,” she spoke again, more insistently. “I asked you if you were alright.” Her voice was low and steady, it calmed him quickly.
“I, uh, the guard told me to follow her and to go through that door.” He averted his eyes. The woman towering over him was about 5’11 with silky red hair pulled back in a functional ponytail. She was clearly attractive despite her drab uniform. For a brief, unfiltered moment, he wondered what she looked like underneath it. He felt a twang of discomfort from his crotch, and he dropped his eyes to his shoes. God, you should be thinking how to get away from the sexy airport lady, not mentally undressing her you idiot!
Alyss smiled kindly. “That was about 5 minutes ago, I was starting to wonder if you’d run off. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“No, I’m still here,” he said dumbly.
She giggled and his heart thumped. “I can see that.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just really, really nervous. I get really anxious around people with authority and I swear I didn’t do anything and I-“
Alyss interrupted his panicked train of thought, “Hey, hey its ok. Most people that show up here are completely fine. I just need you to come with me so I can see if you’re hiding anything in your clothes.” She gave him a reassuring look. “Look, it’s just a formality. I’m sure you have nothing to hide.”
She couldn’t have picked a worse choice of words. He wished the ground would swallow him up. He gulped silently as she gently nudged him forward.
“It won’t take long, I’m really sorry to have to do this.”
Step by trembling step, Casey entered a rather clinical looking room with a set of chairs and a padded exam table like you’d see in any doctor’s office. At least there were no cameras in this room. He heard the door click shut behind him and she walked across the room to pull on a pair of black nitrile gloves.
The change was instantaneous. “You know, you’re lucky Liz didn’t know what she was seeing on the scanner,” Alyss snickered and took a step forward.
Casey backed up as she continued to advance on him. Her sudden change in demeanor was frightening, and if he was being honest, a little arousing. Soon enough she had him backed into the wall. Her leg pressed between his thighs, and she bent so her breasts were level with his eyes. Slowly, deliberately, she reached up to undo the top two buttons of her shirt. Casey nearly fainted. He could see the edges of a lacy blue bra that accentuated the soft swell of her breasts. He found his eyes wandering down to the crevice between them. She was so close he could smell the heady aroma of her skin. It smelled of sweet spices with an undertone of lustful musk.
“If she’d known what she was looking at, she would have known what a dirty,” she leaned in close, “kinky, little boy you were.”
Casey whimpered and shook his head. How had this happened? Was this real or was he still on the plane dreaming? What the hell was in airplane food?
“But I know.” She began to unbutton his pants, gripping the zipper between two delicate fingers before slooowly pulling down. “I know what it is, and I know what you are…” Alyss grinned triumphantly and pulled down. “Oh,” she gasped in surprise.
All the anxiety and anticipation in Casey had been warring with his growing arousal throughout his ordeal. Caught up in the wonderful sensations pouring off of Alyss he hadn’t taken note of his body’s natural fight or flight instincts. In the end though, his sympathetic nervous system won. Unfortunately, his instinct wasn’t to fight. He groaned as his bladder relaxed and he felt hot pee burst through the holes of his cage and soak into the padding. The diaper grew quickly, tinging yellow with his shame. It felt so good to let go, letting all the emotions swirling inside him soak into the comforting embrace of the padding. Eventually, the stream slowed to a trickle, then all together. His diaper was soaked to capacity and hung limply between his legs. He shook his head sadly and sniffed. It had been nice, and more than a bit scary, while it lasted, but there was no way any woman would want anything to do with him after that. He was wrong.
“I knew you were a dirty little boy…”
Casey felt himself pulled in. His head pressed against her chest. Her smooth skin was soft against his cheek.
“… I just didn’t know how little and how dirty.” Alyss’s heart was beating faster now. Casey could hear it pounding like sweet thunder.
She grabbed his crotch, rubbing the soggy material into him. “I didn’t know you weren’t even big enough to use the potty.” She whispered, voice low and sensuous. “Does that feel nice, baby boy?”
Casey moaned and thrust his hips against her hand. His cage was leaking profusely now, adding to the wet mess. “Yes…” He wrapped his arms around her hips as he continued to grind.
Casey hesitated before answering, unsure. “Yes… ma’am,” he said, half asking.
She clucked her tongue in disappointment and took her hand away. He whined.
“No, no. That’s all wrong.” She reached up to grab his hair.
Casey yelped in surprise and found his head pulled back. He was looking directly into her eyes. Something lurked in that green ocean. Something he hadn’t and wouldn’t have seen until she willed it. Something deep and primal. Something hungry.
“We both know what you want to call me. That diaper says everything. Say it. Say it and I’ll keep going. Say it.” She licked her lips in anticipation.
Casey’s mouth suddenly felt full of cotton. He’d fantasized about it so much he could scarcely remember a time when he hadn’t. It had always been a dream of his. A sordid daydream to fuel his desire. His mouth moved.
“Mo-,” he whispered, “Mommy…”
Her smile grew triumphant, and her lips touched his forehead. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Good boy.”
Casey felt himself being guided to the floor. His pants flew off an instant later, leaving him in nothing but his dress shirt and diaper. Her hand was on his crotch again, rubbing enticing circles around his frustrated cock.
“Does baby need a change? Huh,” she taunted. “Does widdle baby need Mommy to put his widdle boddum in a new diapie.”
Casey’s face burned bright red and he hid his eyes even as he tried to rub against her hand. “Yes, please.”
Alyss laughed. “Ok, fine. But only because that was adorable. Do you have any more on you?”
Casey nodded. “They’re in my luggage underneath some clothes.” He pointed. “That blue one right there.”
She pulled his arms above his head, easily wrapping one hand around both his delicate wrists. “Don’t move a muscle. Mommy needs to go get you some more diapies, ok? Can you promise to be a good boy?”
“Yes.” He squirmed at demeaning words.
He knew what to say this time. “Yes, Mommy.” Casey forced himself to remain still as she stood up, even going so far as to stop the constant twitching and pulsing coming from his struggling penis.
She rustled through his belongings before turning back and standing over him. She held two disposable diapers in her hands. One was a copy of his current garment, white with colorful animals. The other was also white, but with designs mainly consisting of pink and yellow horses and rainbows. He blushed hotly.
“I didn’t know they made diapers like this for big boys. Hmm, but I guess you aren’t a big boy. No, you’re just a kinky baby slut. Diapered and caged, waiting for girls to find out what a helpless wittle prince he is. So, what will it be, baby slut, animals, or pwetty pwetty horsies?”
Casey covered his eyes and shook his head. He couldn’t look at her anymore.
He heard a dull thump beside him.
He wished he’d picked. The first tape came off with a snap, with the others following soon after. Casey’s legs tingled and he shivered as she slowly drew back the front flap.
Alyss cooed. “Aww, what a cute cocklette. Look how hard he’s trying to impress me.” She began to wipe him, carefully avoiding the stainless-steel prison. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Pee pee. Mommy would love to make you all nice and clean but you’re all locked up.” She shrugged. “Oh well, I’ll just clean other things.”
Casey yelped as he felt the wipe not so gently brush past his hole. He trembled as on more than one occasion the wipe would just briefly enter him before continuing its work. He pawed at the chain around his neck, lifting the delicate metal dangling from the end. Before he considered what he was doing, he blurted out, “Um- here! You can unlock it with this.”
Alyss smiled sweetly before coolly plucking the key from his hand. “I knew you would have it on you. It’s unsafe for little boys to walk around with no backup plan.” She inserted the key.
The lock “clicked” open and he moaned in relief. All 4 inches of his slender penis stood proudly before her.
She giggled as she began to wipe it. “Aww, sweetie, its so cute. A bite sized baby pee pee for a bite sized baby boy.” She put the wipe down and gently blew on his rod to dry it.
The cool sensation of her breath sent tingles rushing through him. More of his pre-cum glistened at the tip. “Mommy, please… I need it.”
“What do you need? A new diaper? I know, potty boy. Mommy is changing you right now isn’t she?”
Casey shook his head. He was so worked up he thought his cock was going to fly right off. “No, Mommy, please-“
She spread her legs, showing off the skimpy thong beneath. The silken material was drenched, and her lips hugged the fabric. Her hand drifted down, beginning to rub in slow circles. “Ohh, I’m sorry little guy. Was this what you wanted?” She threw her head back and let out a guttural groan.
Her legs snapped closed. “Too bad.” She formed a circle with her thumb and index finger before slipping it over his cock. “That’s for big, mature men. You’re just Mommy’s baby boy.”
He began to thrust his hips, ravaging the hole between her fingers.
“That’s right. Show Mommy what a big man you are. Look how good you’re making my hand feel.” She spread her legs again, deciding to give him a show. “You know, I was going to let you touch me here.” She drew a line up her slit. “I figured you might be pent up with your willy tucked away, but that was before I saw you were still in diapers.”
Casey’s member was coated in his boy juice now, causing it to slip wonderfully against the soft skin of Alyss’s fingers. It was impossible to stop now, he was too far gone.
“My pussy is much too grown up for you, kiddo.” She gave his cock a flick. “You’re so small it would probably get lost the second you put it in me.” She shook her head. “And we can’t have that, can we? Big baby boys need their tiny dickies to make potties, don’t they?”
Casey had gotten close to cumming several times by now. He’d never mad much stamina and Alyss’s fingers felt like heaven. But every time he would begin to stiffen and tense in the beginnings of an orgasm, she would loosen her grip, leaving him whining and futilely thrusting into the air.
“Tell me what you want.” Her breath hitched as she touched herself. “Tell me what you need.”
Casey cried out. “I need to make cummies, Mommy! I need to make cummies in your hand! I want to squirt for you! Oh god it feels so good, please Mommy. I’ll do anything. Please just let me cum!”
Her hand was moving faster now, mirroring Casey’s own frantic thrusting.
“Promise,” she whispered breathily, “promise me you’ll do anything.” Her breasts were heaving as her libido went into overdrive.
Casey was crying now, caught in a hurricane of sensation he couldn’t process. “Yes! Please! I’ll do anything, Mommy, PLEASE!
With her entire hand now, Alyss began to work him. Her palm slid over his slippery shaft, thumb gently rubbing into the head of his cock. She was milking him now, rhythmically jerking him as the first spasms took him away.
Casey felt like he was going to break. His eyes shut tightly and he lost control. Every muscle in his slender form felt like it was contracting. He spurted everything into Alyss’s hand. Lights flashed in his head as nonsensical noises left his mouth. His hips bucked instinctually into her palm, draining every drop.
Alyss’s orgasm hit her at the same instant. It rippled along her nerves like a spring flood. She struggled to keep her eyes on Casey’s quivering body as her face flushed. She felt her legs go numb.
Breathing heavily, she cast him a sly look. “Deals a deal. This is going in your new diaper.” She held up the hand coated in Casey’s seed. He was too tired to care.
She tossed his old diaper into the trash. She changed him with efficiency, having the benefit of years of babysitting experience in high school. Changing him one handed was a little more difficult, but she enjoyed the challenge. The fact that it took longer and kept him exposed and vulnerable for longer was a bonus.
“Here’s your lotion, baby. This will help your lil guy grow nice and strong.”
Casey winced in discomfort as she rubbed his own cum into his soft skin. She was going to make him drive home in that. It was humiliating.
Alyss pulled the padding up between his legs. “I’m not going to put your cage back on. Your little guy is small enough,” she teased. “Now, last thing.” She grabbed a permanent marker from one of the drawers and began drawing on his diaper. Her eyes twinkled. “There, all done.”
Casey stood up on wobbly legs and glanced down. Written on the front of his diaper in large black letters, was a string of numbers. A phone number he realized. Excitement and trepidation at the implication thrilled through him.
Alyss began to exit the room, twirling his key in one hand. “Bye bye diaper boy. Give me a call. You promised.” With that, she blew him a kiss and left him standing there, drained and dumbfounded.
Casey’s mind whirled. He didn’t know what to do now. His luggage lay strewn over the floor and he was left standing alone in nothing but his shirt and his cum soaked diaper. Looking down at his crotch again, he felt his heart flutter. He knew one thing he would do, at least. He reached for his phone.
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