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Chapitre 8 [ A partir de ce chapitre, l’histoire se transforme plus en épisodes indépendants, qu’en une histoire qui suit son fil. Les thèmes abordés sont également beaucoup plus sexuels et kinky, tout en gardant le thème central des couches. Vous êtes prévenus ] Liam regarda Arthur un long moment, toujours assis sur le canapé, en train d’écraser inconsciemment la masse molle et lourde de sa couche contre ses fesses à chaque petit mouvement. Un sourire lent et satisfait étira ses lèvres. — Allez, debout. On va faire une petite balade dans les bois derrière la maison. J’ai envie de prendre l’air… et toi, t’as besoin de sortir un peu. Arthur sentit une boule se former dans sa gorge. — Avec… ça ? demanda-t-il d’une voix faible en désignant son entrejambe gonflée. Liam haussa un sourcil, amusé. — Bien sûr, avec ça. Habille-toi. Arthur enfila un large jogging gris et un sweat à capuche, le cœur battant. Sans boxer, évidemment — il n’en portait plus depuis longtemps. La couche, déjà bien remplie, était encore plus visible et pesante sous le tissu fin. Chaque pas faisait bouger la masse chaude et collante entre ses fesses, lui rappelant sans cesse son état. Ils marchèrent une bonne vingtaine de minutes sur le sentier forestier, loin des habitations. Arthur avançait avec difficulté, les jambes légèrement écartées, le pas chaloupé. La couche gorgée frottait et squishait à chaque mouvement. Liam, lui, semblait parfaitement détendu, les mains dans les poches, jetant de temps en temps un regard vers son protégé avec une lueur de satisfaction dans les yeux. Au milieu du chemin, Liam ralentit soudain et s’arrêta. — J’ai vraiment envie de pisser, murmura-t-il. Et je n’ai pas envie de m’arrêter pour chercher un coin tranquille. Il se tourna vers Arthur, le regard brillant d’un mélange d’amusement et de désir. — Tu vas me servir de toilettes. Ça sera plus simple… et plus amusant. Arthur resta bouche bée, le visage soudain écarlate. L’idée était choquante, humiliante… et pourtant son sexe tenta immédiatement de durcir dans sa cage. — Ici ? Dans les bois ? balbutia-t-il. — Personne ne viendra. Baisse ton jogging et penche-toi en avant. Arthur hésita seulement deux secondes avant d’obéir. Il descendit son jogging jusqu’aux genoux et se pencha, les mains appuyées contre un arbre, offrant son cul protégé par la couche. Liam se plaça derrière lui, défit lentement sa ceinture et baissa un peu son pantalon, révélant un boxer noir moulant qui mettait particulièrement en valeur son paquet imposant. Il tira sur l’arrière de la couche d’Arthur et glissa son sexe à moitié dur entre le plastique et la peau. Un puissant jet de pisse chaude jaillit presque aussitôt, inondant l’intérieur de la couche déjà sale. Arthur sentit le liquide brûlant se répandre partout, se mélanger au caca, couler le long de sa raie et alourdir encore plus la couche. Le poids augmentait à vue d’œil. Liam poussa un long soupir de soulagement tout en continuant à pisser abondamment. — Un urinoir portatif, c’est fabuleux non ? Quand il eut terminé, il massa lentement le devant de la couche gonflée, sentant l’érection prisonnière d’Arthur à travers le rembourrage. — Regarde-toi. Complètement trempé de ma pisse. Et ça t’excite, petit pervers. Ils continuèrent un peu plus loin dans les bois, jusqu’à un endroit plus isolé, entouré de grands arbres. Liam s’arrêta et observa Arthur qui essayait maladroitement de cacher son état en tirant sur son sweat. — Il est temps d’enlever cette couche pleine, déclara-t-il. Sans attendre, il baissa le jogging d’Arthur jusqu’aux chevilles et détacha les attaches de la couche. La masse lourde et nauséabonde tomba entre ses pieds avec un bruit humide. Arthur se retrouva nu de la taille aux pieds, exposé en pleine nature. Liam sortit un paquet de lingettes de son sac à dos et, avec une douceur surprenante pour son attitude dominante, nettoya soigneusement les fesses et l’entrejambe d’Arthur, s’attardant particulièrement sur son pénis, réduit à une taille particulièrement ridicule dans sa cage. — Voilà. Bien propre, murmura-t-il. Puis son ton changea. Il jeta la couche souillée dans un buisson et baissa complètement son propre pantalon et son boxer, révélant son sexe désormais complètement dur — long, épais, intimidant. — À genoux. Arthur s’agenouilla sur le sol couvert d’aiguilles et de mousse. C’était sa première fois, et Liam le savait parfaitement. Il attrapa doucement les cheveux d’Arthur et guida son membre entre ses lèvres. — Doucement… Prends ton temps. Arthur ouvrit la bouche et commença à le sucer, maladroit au début, mais de plus en plus appliqué. Le goût légèrement salé de la pisse de Liam persistait. Liam grognait doucement, appréciant la chaleur humide de sa bouche. Mais très vite, il en voulut plus. Il retira son sexe, fit relever Arthur et le plaqua contre un large tronc d’arbre. — Je vais te prendre maintenant. Je vais y aller doucement, d’accord ? Arthur hocha la tête, nerveux mais excité. Liam cracha dans sa main, prépara lentement son trou avec deux doigts, puis trois, prenant tout son temps pour le détendre. Quand il le sentit prêt, il positionna son gland et poussa doucement. Arthur laissa échapper un long gémissement quand Liam s’enfonça en lui, centimètre par centimètre, jusqu’au bout. — Putain… t’es serré, souffla Liam. Il commença à bouger lentement, puis de plus en plus profondément. Arthur ne put retenir ses gémissements qui devenaient de plus en plus forts à mesure que le plaisir montait. Liam posa une main sur sa bouche, mais ça ne suffisait pas. D’un geste rapide, il ramassa son boxer encore chaud sur le sol et le fourra entre les lèvres d’Arthur. — Chut. Mord dedans si tu veux, mais fais moins de bruit. On est pas complètement seuls ici. Le tissu odorant, qui avait emprisonné la bite et les couilles de Liam toute la journée, étouffa les gémissements d’Arthur tandis que Liam accélérait, le baisant maintenant avec plus de force et de régularité. La sensation était intense, presque trop. Arthur tremblait, complètement soumis, le cul rempli par le gros sexe de Liam. Quelques minutes plus tard, Liam grogna contre son oreille et s’enfonça profondément une dernière fois. Il jouit abondamment, inondant l’intérieur d’Arthur de son sperme chaud. La sensation fut si forte qu’Arthur, sans même se toucher, jouit à son tour violemment à travers sa cage, son sperme coulant sur le sol en jets puissants. Il s’effondra à genoux, épuisé, le cul dégoulinant, le boxer de Liam toujours dans la bouche. Liam retira doucement le tissu de la bouche d’Arthur, puis se rhabilla calmement. Il l’aida à se relever et l’attira contre lui, déposant un baiser sur son front. — Tu as été parfait pour ta première fois… On va rentrer tranquillement à la maison. Ça devrait être plus facile sans cette énorme couche, dit-il avec un clin d'œil. -
Chapter 8 [From this chapter onward, the story shifts into more standalone episodes rather than a continuous narrative. The themes also become much more sexual and kinky, while still keeping diapers at the center. You’ve been warned ;)] Liam watched Arthur for a long moment, still sitting on the couch, unconsciously squishing the heavy, mushy mess in his diaper against his ass with every little shift. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips. “Alright, up you get. We’re going for a little walk in the woods behind the house. I feel like getting some fresh air… and you need to get out a bit.” Arthur felt a knot form in his stomach. “With… this?” he asked weakly, gesturing to his swollen crotch. Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Of course with that. Get dressed.” Arthur pulled on a loose gray sweatpants and a hoodie, his heart racing. No underwear, of course — he hadn’t worn any in weeks. The already heavily used diaper was even more obvious and bulky under the thin fabric. Every step made the warm, sticky mass shift between his cheeks, constantly reminding him of his filthy state. They walked for about twenty minutes along the forest trail, far from any houses. Arthur struggled to keep up, legs slightly spread, waddling awkwardly. The soaked diaper squelched and crinkled with every movement. Liam, on the other hand, looked perfectly relaxed, hands in his pockets, occasionally glancing at his boy with a look of quiet satisfaction. Halfway along the path, Liam suddenly slowed down and stopped. “I really need to piss,” he muttered. “And I don’t feel like stopping to find a spot.” He turned to Arthur, eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and arousal. “You’re going to be my urinal. It’ll be easier… and a lot more fun.” Arthur’s face flushed bright red. The idea was shocking, degrading… and yet his caged cock immediately tried to harden. “Out here? In the woods?” he stammered. “No one’s coming. Pull your sweatpants down and bend over.” Arthur hesitated for only a couple of seconds before obeying. He slid his sweatpants down to his knees and leaned forward, hands braced against a tree, offering his padded ass. Liam stepped behind him, slowly undid his belt, and lowered his pants just enough to reveal a tight black boxer that beautifully hugged his impressive bulge. He tugged the back of Arthur’s diaper open and slipped his half-hard cock between the plastic and Arthur’s skin. A powerful stream of hot piss erupted almost immediately, flooding the already messy diaper. Arthur gasped as the burning liquid spread everywhere, mixing with the shit, running down his crack and making the diaper even heavier. The weight grew noticeably with every second. Liam let out a long, relieved sigh as he kept pissing. “Portable urinal… fucking perfect, isn’t it?” When he finally finished, he slowly rubbed the front of the massively swollen diaper, feeling Arthur’s desperate erection trapped inside the cage. “Look at you… absolutely soaked in my piss. And it’s turning you on, you little perv.” They continued deeper into the woods until they reached a more secluded spot surrounded by tall trees. Liam stopped and watched Arthur futilely trying to hide his condition by tugging at his hoodie. “Time to get rid of that nasty diaper,” he said. Without waiting, he yanked Arthur’s sweatpants down to his ankles and ripped open the tapes. The heavy, foul-smelling diaper dropped to the ground with a wet thud. Arthur stood there, naked from the waist down, completely exposed in the middle of the forest. Liam pulled a pack of wipes from his backpack and, with surprising gentleness, carefully cleaned Arthur’s ass and crotch, taking his time wiping every trace of filth, even lingering on his small, caged cock. “There we go. All clean,” he murmured. Then his tone shifted. He tossed the used diaper into a bush, dropped his own pants and boxer to the ground, and revealed his fully hard cock — long, thick, and intimidating. “On your knees.” Arthur dropped to his knees on the forest floor, heart pounding. This was his first time, and Liam knew it. He gently grabbed Arthur’s hair and guided his cock to his lips. “Easy… take your time.” Arthur opened his mouth and began sucking, clumsy at first but growing more eager. The faint salty taste of Liam’s piss still lingered. Liam groaned softly, enjoying the warm, wet heat of his mouth. But he wanted more. He pulled out, stood Arthur up, and pressed him firmly against a thick tree trunk. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’ll go slow at first, okay?” Arthur nodded, nervous but incredibly turned on. Liam spat on his hand and worked him open carefully — first two fingers, then three — taking his time to stretch and relax him. When he felt ready, he pressed the head of his cock against Arthur’s hole and pushed in slowly. Arthur let out a long, shaky moan as Liam sank into him inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” Liam breathed. He started moving slowly, then deeper and harder. Arthur’s moans grew louder and more desperate as the pleasure built. Liam clamped a hand over his mouth, but it wasn’t enough. In one quick motion, he grabbed his still-warm boxer from the ground and shoved it into Arthur’s mouth. “Shh. Bite down if you need to, but keep it down. We’re not totally alone out here.” The musky fabric — still carrying the scent of Liam’s cock and balls — muffled Arthur’s cries as Liam picked up the pace, fucking him harder and deeper. The sensation was overwhelming. Arthur trembled, completely surrendered, his ass stretched and filled by Liam’s thick cock. A few minutes later, Liam growled against his ear and slammed in deep one final time. He came hard, flooding Arthur’s insides with thick, hot spurts of cum. The feeling pushed Arthur over the edge too — he came violently through his cage without a single touch, his own cum splattering onto the forest floor in powerful jets. Arthur collapsed to his knees, exhausted, cum leaking from his used hole, Liam’s boxer still stuffed in his mouth. Liam gently pulled the fabric from his mouth, got dressed, then helped Arthur to his feet and pulled him into a hug. He kissed his forehead tenderly. “You were perfect for your first time…” he whispered with a smirk. “Let’s head home. Should be easier walking without that huge messy diaper on.”
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By Little Sherri · Posted
Going to a barbecue this afternoon, that will surely stretch well into the evening, and will involve a good quantity of beer. I'll be diapered for the whole thing - trying to figure out exactly what to wear, in terms of diapers, right now - the most intelligent move would be to wear something with top-tier capacity, like a BeDry Night Premium or Mega Inspire+ or MegaMax, however we are going to be playing cornhole and maybe tossing a football around, so I don't want to wear a ginormous diaper during the daylight component of the event, where everyone's families are there. Later, when it's just the guys left standing, and it's dark out and we're sitting around a fire, it won't matter what I have on. I might go Active Air for the daylight hours, do a discreet change at dusk, and then BeDry or BeDry night for the evening portion of events. And I'll pack my terry-lined plastic pants because my wife will leave well before I will want to, so I'll probably crash at my buddy's place, and I have learned from bitter experience, that a night on the sauce, and sleeping in a friend's bedroom, requires an extra layer of security, to avoid extremely awkward conversations in the morning. "Hey, so, I owe you a mattress - let me know what you want, and I'll order it..." -
By Little Sherri · Posted
I'd say, good on her, if she's comfortable wearing a diaper, for whatever the reason, and wearing whatever she wants to, over it. Society in general allows more latitude to women, particularly young women, to wear whatever they like, whereas the same "freedoms", extended to men, tend to elicit furrowed eyebrows, or worse. My daughter has elected to wear pajama pants to Costco, before, for example, and her friends wear, for example, dark-coloured bras under sheer, light-coloured shirts, or bralettes, which are essentially underwear becoming outerwear. I've watched the LNGU people go kayaking in diapers, or shopping with ABDL diapers under not-very-concealing shorts, and the reactions they get are generally none, or, positive. I'm pretty sure that if I (middle-aged pudgy dad-bod type) went to Costco in a romper over a fairly obvious diaper, people would be generally less than welcoming about it. Although, at the same time, I would say that this wardrobe generosity only partially makes up for the generally much higher standards that society applies to the wardrobe requirements and appearance of people who identify as female; I've seen the arms race at the high schools and universities, for women to wear barely anything, but to, at the same time be discreet about it, and to look smashing, all the time, with respect to their makeup and hair. My kids, my wife, and their friends spend significantly more of their life energy and time, trying to look a certain way for any given situation, whereas I just pull on oversized shorts/jeans/dress pants, and a onesie and a golf shirt, and I'm out the door in 7 minutes, and I'm utterly invisible - I perfectly match the template for middle-aged dad, with zero effort, even wearing an ABDL diaper underneath. -
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