A Special Offer

[Denube]

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Disclaimer: This is not an actual ad. This is the first part of a short story I'm writing. I had the idea at work. I might finish it, I might not. For now, just the intro...

Hello there Daily Diaper members! Have you ever wanted to have someone wait on you hand and foot? Have you ever wanted someone to take care of your every need?

Have we the offer for you!

For a limited time only, applicants who are accepted will have the opportunity to have these conditions plus a full health and dental package! Incomes start at $500,000 for a five year contract and only go up from there!

Travel to new planets! Live your best life!

Applicants should head to their local Spank Tank franchisee for details. Bring the QR code for details.

Terms and conditions apply. Applicants must pass a thorough physical and must be willing to give up some rights and privileges. Minimum five year contract. Some health issues are not disqualifying. Some negative health effects may occur during contract period. Contract is non-negotiable.

[Denube]

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I don't know if I'm going to continue this. It's a bit more explicit than I'm used to writing. Also, this is a warning: explicit sexual themes are in this work.

I saw the ad. It interested me.

I should probably introduce myself. Damian Barrett is my name. I’m 27, male, and honestly fairly fit. I’m also a diaper lover. So yeah… the ad interested me.

The Spank Tank? That’s some business that an alien—yes, a real honest to god extraterrestrial—created. Apparently human semen is a delicacy on their planet. How they discovered that they enjoyed the taste I’ll never figure it out. I’m not certain I want to know. What I do know is that they paid money to men to let them be masturbated by a mechanical contraption that extracted semen. It didn’t pay super well, but I had used it a few times to get a few bucks for some stuff I wanted.

What I am certain of however, is that the ad was intensely interesting. Now, with that said… Of course I went to Spank Tank. With the QR code printed out obviously.

One of the aliens, a strangely attractive and tall feminine humanoid was at the front desk. The desk was at my chest level, and sitting down she was at eye level with me. I’d talked to her a few times when I had visited in the past. “Hello sir!” she said to me in a cheery voice. I’d never heard the Asterians’ native language—they always spoke in English. I assumed they spoke whatever language they had to in a given country.

I replied in a less than cheery manner. “Uh… hello.” I held out my printed QR code, and she looked at it.

She then looked at me. Skeptically at first, then with a more appraising eye. “I didn’t think we’d actually get anyone to come in. You do know that there are a lot of conditions attached to that offer?”

I quirked an eyebrow at her. “You haven’t even scanned it yet…” I said.

“It’s a rather distinctive pattern,” she replied, as she grabbed a scanner and hit the barcode. “Yup, exactly the one I thought it was!” Her cheeriness was almost catchy.

“Uh… okay.” I was a bit leery at this point. “So… what do I do to find out the terms and conditions?”

“Well, now that I’ve scanned the code we can set up an appointment for an appraisal specialist to come by and inspect you.” She looked at me like a cut of meat. “As long as you don’t have any kind of premature ejaculation you look like you should be a prime specimen.”

I blushed. “Ma’am…” I was embarrassed as hell to have this conversation going on.

“Hold up. First off, I’m male.” I blushed deeper.

“I didn’t know…” I replied sheepishly.

“We don’t really bother with correcting people while we’re on Earth, but our females have ovipositors and men fertilize the egg in our wombs. So while I may appear feminine, I assure you I’m male.” She—He tapped his breasts. “I’m only correcting you because if you are approved you will be around mostly Asterians.

“Sorry, sir.”

“It’s no big deal. Just remember it and there won’t be any issues.” She reached over the desk and patted my head in a patronizing manner.

“So when will the assessor be here?” I asked, changing the subject.

“He’ll be here in three days. Show up at 2:00 pm. That’s your appointment time.”

“Uh… what about my schedule?”

“What about it? If you’re accepted and you sign the contract, there are a lot of freedoms you’re going to lose for the next five years minimum. Might as well start now.”

I sighed. My schedule was open, as I was currently unemployed, which is why I was even considering this offer. I started going through the intake information with her—er, him.

***

Three days later, I walked back into Spank Bank. “Hello Damian,” the receptionist said to me.

“Hi,” I replied. “So… where do I go?”

“Down the hallway, third door on the left. Try not to be too loud during the assessment.”

“Uh… okay…” I replied leerily.

I looked at him with a strange foreboding feeling and walked down the hallway. I found the door and knocked. “Enter.” The voice from behind the door was both effeminate and powerful at the same time.

I opened the door and walked in, closing it softly behind me. The Asterian in front of me stood eight feet tall. He did not look weak despite looking like a quite attractive human female. I wasn’t exactly short myself—I was almost six feet tall after all—but it was very strange seeing such a large person in front of me. Her—His hair was almost like dreads, except I realized they weren’t dreads—they were fleshy. I made a note to look more carefully at the receptionist when I left.

“Just call me Helen. It’s close enough to my Asterian name.” He said, matter of factly. “Now, don’t be alarmed. I am going to undress you.”

“Uh…” I backed into the door. “Wait a second, why?”

“You don’t know the procedure? Were you not told?” He asked me.

“I don’t and I wasn’t.”

“Well then. Basically, I’m going to undress you and bring you to climax through fellatio.”

I just stared blankly. After a few seconds, I gulped. “I don’t see why that’s necessary.”

“You don’t know what you’re signing up for do you?” He asked. I shook my head. He then pointed at a chair. “Sit.” I did as I was told.

He cleared his throat, and in his honestly somewhat intoxicating soprano voice began to drone about the dreaded terms and conditions. “You’re going to be an indentured resource for the next few years if you choose to sign the contract. You’ll be well cared for—full medical, dental, vision, the whole nine yards if I remember the terminology correctly. However, you will be giving up several rights—bodily autonomy for one. Basically, you’re being sold to a singular person to be their personal caviar dispenser.” I gulped. It wasn’t too far off the truth.

“Generally speaking, your contract will be sold to a male most likely. Don’t worry, they’ll be very well off and will have a vested interest in making sure you’re well cared for. But you won’t be allowed to touch yourself anymore. Don’t worry, you’ll be given release regularly—probably several times a day to be honest—but you can’t touch your nether regions at all. As such you will be diapered at all times. You will be expected to use the diaper. Your body will be stripped of all hair aside from your head. Facial hair will not be allowed. We’ll use gentile chemicals to remove the hair, of course—you will be hairless for hygiene reasons.”

“But why diapers?” I asked. I was actually getting excited about the offer now.

“Simply put, they allow you to deal with your bodily functions while preventing you from touching yourself. If you’re caught masturbating, you’ll probably be put in thick gloves that prevent you from repeating the incident.” He smiled.

“An unfortunate side effect of unprocessed human semen on males is that it seems to cause lactation in about 60% of people. Should that happen, as much as half of your daily caloric intake may be breast milk. It’s not unhealthy at all, and you’ll probably enjoy it. In fact, for human adults it’s nutritionally complete and lower fat than most foods you’re used to.” He sighed. “I am unfortunately one of those lactating men. So, as part of your assessment, you’ll be nursed for about half an hour.”

“This won’t make me incontinent, will it?” I asked.

“Probably. Incontinence happens in 98% of men within a year. Within 5 years it’s 99.5%.” He walked over to me and helped me to stand up. “Enough talking. Are you interested in the assessment?”

I nodded. “Yes ma—er, sir.”

He kissed me on my head. “Good boy.” He hugged me and patted my butt. It was patronizing but I felt myself melting into him. He immediately began to undress me, and slid my shirt off first. He set it down in the chair, and began to undo my buckle. My pants dropped, and he commanded me to step out of them. I did so. He then slid down my boxers, and began to drool as he saw my penis. He gently cupped my balls in his hand, and began to gently stroke his fingers along the insides of my legs.

His effeminate form caused me to spring to attention almost immediately. Getting down on his knees, Helen then began to fellate me. His tongue was doing unspeakable things to my erect member. I held on for at least 20 seconds before I went weak in my knees. He caught me and I exploded in his mouth.

I laid on the floor gasping. “What… the… fuck…?” I’d never experienced such a powerful orgasm.

He savored the flavor of my semen, and swallowed a few seconds later. “Oh my, you are tasty.”

Cradling me, he then pulled down his shirt that covered the bosom that seemed entirely out of place on a male, and he led my mouth to his nipple. As his breast touched my lips, it began to secrete what I can only describe as a nectar without equal. After hungrily nursing for about 15 minutes, he pulled me away from his chest. Moving me over to his other breast, I began nursing again, this time more gently as I got into a rhythm and savored the flavor of this otherworldly breast milk.

“Oh, you will do nicely.” He patted my crotch. “You’re at least a tier 3 candidate.” His soft hands explored my body gingerly. “That means your contract will be worth about 2 million for five years. Maybe even a tier 2. But I’ll have to spend some time thinking about your qualifications before I can authorize that. It depends entirely on your attitude after all.”

“I want this.” I felt a little milk that had just missed my mouth slip drip down the corner of my mouth. Instinctively, I licked the dribble. “I want this definitely.”

“Even though you’ll almost certainly become incontinent?”

“Ma’am… er sir, I am willing to be incontinent to be fed like that and experience that level of pleasure.”

“Oooh. You are definitely a tier 2 then. Three million upon completion of your contract.” He smiled. “I’m glad you’re on board then.”

He laid me down and grabbed what could only be called a comically large baby diaper out of a bag. He efficiently powdered me and diapered me. I let him do it—I was too drained from being fed and fellated to protest—not that I would have. He began to dress me as well, although not with the clothes I was wearing.

Pulling a onesie out of the bag to the side, He slid it on me. It fit perfectly, almost like it was tailored. It was a plain white one, but my god was it comfortable. He then pulled out some bib coveralls that fit almost to my armpits—they were cut more like a toddler’s clothes than adults.

“Go ahead, try to take those off.” I tried. For over 10 minutes, I tried and failed miserably.

“What is going on here?” I asked.

“These clothes are designed to keep the wearer clothed. You can’t take them off. Only your master will be able to remove them.” He smiled. “Now…” he grabbed a small stack of papers off the table behind him. “This is your contract. You sign it, you’re officially mine until someone else pays for your contract. We’ll give you a week and a signing bonus of $10,000 to deal with your affairs before we take you off planet.”

“Okay… if I sign that, do I get to take these off?”

“No. If you don’t sign it, I’ll take them off of you. If you do sign it, you must come back here at least once every six to eight hours to be changed. You’ll sleep here in a cage at night. It’s comfortable, don’t worry.”

I gulped. “Do you have a pen?”

He smiled a warm smile, and hugged me gently. He then patted my diapered butt. “Yes, sweetheart, I do.” I felt myself melt all over again.

[kirababy]

Interesting.   Think this idea is worth further exploration, for sure.

[Bonsai]

This is for sure at least tier 3 fap material. Maybe even tier 2, but I have to check next chapter before I can be sure?

[DiaperboyEddie12]

4 hours ago, Bonsai said:

This is for sure at least tier 3 fap material. Maybe even tier 2, but I have to check next chapter before I can be sure?

@Bonsai Just curious what does fap material mean.  Tier 3 and 2?  Just not sure what that means in story writing?

[Babygeebee]

Here you go Eddie. 

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Fap

 

[DiaperboyEddie12]

Just now, Babygeebee said:

Here you go Eddie. 

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Fap

 

@Babygeebee Thank you I really did not know that word and now that I see it I can not unsee it lol