The bedroom buzzed with a strange mix of excitement and melancholy as my girlfriend emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and radiant. Her hair fell in soft waves, her makeup sharp and sultry, and the tight black dress hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination. She was a visionādressed to kill for someone else. I sat on the edge of the bed, a quiet ache in my chest. She was off to see another guy, and I couldnāt blame her. I hadnāt given her good sex in monthsāhell, maybe ever. She deserved this, even if it stung.
She caught my gaze in the mirror as she slipped on her heels, her lips curving into a gentle smile. "Hey, donāt look so sad," she said, her voice warm but firm. She knew me too wellāknew about my diaper fetish, the weird little escape I craved. Crossing the room, she grabbed a thick, crinkly diaper from the stash under the bed and tossed it into my lap. "Put this on while Iām gone, okay? Have some fun. Iāll be back later." She winked, grabbed her purse, and sashayed out the door, her perfume lingering like a taunt.
The house felt empty without her, but that diaper in my hands was a loaded promise. I taped it on, the bulk forcing my legs apart, and let myself goāpissing into it until the padding sagged with warm, wet weight. Then I started humping. The soggy friction was humiliating, intoxicating, and I couldnāt stop. My mind burned with the image of her out thereālegs spread, moaning under some other guy, his cock doing what mine never couldāwhile I rutted into my piss-soaked pampers like a loser. I came hard, shuddering, the diaper soaking up my mess. Guilt hit me like a wave after, a bitter pang of self-loathing, but the heat of it all cut my refractory period short. I was hard again in minutes, humping and cumming twice more, each time more pathetic than the last.
Hours later, the front door clicked open. She stumbled in, slightly tipsy, her hair a wild mess now, her dress wrinkled in a way that screamed sheād had a damn good time. The glow on her face said it allāsomeone had fucked her right. She kicked off her heels, giggling softly, and her eyes landed on meāstill in the diaper, its swollen, discolored bulk a dead giveaway. "Wow," she said, smirking as she peeled off her jacket. "Looks like you had a blast while I was getting mine. That thingās a wreck."
I couldnāt meet her gaze, my eyes drifting instead to her ass as she bent to shimmy out of the dress. The thong she woreānavy blue, barely thereāframed her curves, and my cock twitched in its soggy prison. Timidly, I cleared my throat. "Uhā¦ maybe we couldā¦ you know, have some intimate time?" My voice was small, hopeful.
She turned, half-naked now, and gave me a pitying smile. "Oh, sweetie, no. Iām wiped, and honestlyā¦" She trailed off, too kind to say it outrightāthat Iād never measure up. "If youāre still horny, just hump that diaper again. Here," she said, flopping onto the bed and stretching her legs out. "Kiss my feet if it helps. Go on."
I grabbed a pillow, wedging it at the foot of the bed, and straddled it, the diaper crinkling loudly as I lowered my face to her feet. They were warm, slightly sweaty from the night, the faint musk of her skin hitting me as I pressed my lips to her soles. She didnāt even look at meāher phone was out, thumbs tapping away, probably texting one of her guys. I worshipped her toes, licking between them, while my hips ground into the pillow, the diaperās wet mess sloshing with every thrust. Then I glanced upācaught the outline of her pussy through that thin thong, a perfect tease of what Iād never have. It was too much. I groaned, cumming again, the diaper swallowing yet another load.
She glanced up as my humping slowed, a knowing chuckle escaping her. "There you go again, huh? Youāre really into that thing tonight." Her tone was casual, amused, like she was commenting on the weather. I shifted, the diaper heavy and cold now, and mumbled, "Can I change out of this? Itāsā¦ pretty full."
She yawned, stretching out on the sheets. "Youād have to shower before getting in bed, and itās late. Just throw some plastic pants over itākeep the mess containedāand hop in. No big deal." I hesitated, but she was right; I was too tired to argue. I dug out a pair of clear plastic pants, sliding them over the bloated diaper, the extra layer locking in the cum and piss Iād stewed in all night.
As I climbed into bed, she rolled onto her side, still half in her thong, and murmured sleepily, "See? Youāre all set. If you wake up horny again, youāre ready to goājust hump away." She drifted off, leaving me lying there, the crinkle of plastic a quiet reminder of my place. Sheād had her night of real pleasure, and Iād had mineāpathetic, diapered, and kissing her feet while she texted someone better.
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