From Party Pooper to Diaper Pooper – Chapter Twelve (Commission)

Thanks so much to Bondagediaperlover93 for commissioning the latest installment of this saga!

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I'm not really sure what I'm doing, to be perfectly honest. But somehow, I'm in that strange mental space where I don't care anymore. It's like I'm so far outside my comfort zone that nothing seems too far-out to try.

Like what I just told Brian right now – that I, Jessica, the girl who just friend-zoned him last night, is ready to have sex with him. Right here, right now. Right in front of that jerk Bob.

And yeah, maybe I'm only saying that because I'm still fuming at Bob – you know, for being such a piece of shit while I was changing him just now. But I can't help it! I really want to make him squirm. I want to hurt him. Embarrass him. Make him realize who really is in charge here. And somehow, the idea of making out with another guy while he lies tied up there in his crib, forced to listen to those recordings that – if what Jane says is true – will make him think and act like a real baby…

Well, it sounds exactly right.

"Sooo…" I begin, with a sly grin at my partner and a provocative little wriggle of my hips. "Ever have a girl put on a sexy little show for you?" I'm no sex fiend, and I've only had, like, three boyfriends before. But I've seen movies. I know what a striptease is. And I'm more than ready to give it a whirl.

"Uh- well-" Brian is stuttering, his face clearly a mix of conflicting emotions. Perfect. There's something thrilling about seeing a guy look like he's about to pee his pants as soon as you merely smile at him. He's clearly got a crush on me, and that's pretty cute. "Well… what, hmm?" I prod, and now I'm tugging the hem of my T-shirt upward to reveal my bare waist. "Or maybe you can't even remember anything when I'm around?"

A muffled moan emanates from the crib behind us, and I grin, gesturing back at Bob who is writhing pathetically behind the crib bars. "Aww, that's it! Maybe you're just shy because of that dumb baby watching us, hmm? Don't worry – that's the point! He's gonna have to watch everything!"

And with that, I pull my shirt easily over my head. It's just my pajamas, so without any bra underneath, there's nothing to keep Brian's eyes from widening with almost comical pleasure at the sight of my bare nips. "You- you're beautiful," he stammers, and I glance down, waggling my shoulders to set my C-cup breasts undulating before him. "And you're cute," I smile, with a little wink that I sincerely hope is sexy. "But listen, I really don't think it's fair for me to lose a shirt when you haven't! Come on now, show me those muscles…"

Maybe there's more of a coaxing babysitter tone in my voice than I intend. Maybe I really have been spending too much time babying Bob. But whatever the case, it works. Brian obediently fumbles his shirt off, his fingers visibly shaking with nerves. "Uh, okay- Sure, I- I can-"

Well, dang! I knew Brian was a gym bro, sure. But seeing those bulging muscles gleaming right here before me is magnificent, I can't deny. And I can already feel that lovely warm tingle building down between my legs, reminding me that I am most definitely a woman who's attracted to men.

Strong, handsome men. Muscly men. Men who can order me around… push me around, have their way with me…

Then it occurs to me. Of course! What better way to get back at that guy Bob than to compare these two guys? "Wow, you're so fit!" I exclaim loudly, pitching my voice to cut through the headphones and reach the ears of our captive listener. "You're so handsome! Goodness, just look at you – my god! Like, next to that guy Bob back there? You're positively amazing!" I give a little giggle, and Brian's face flushes with pride and embarrassment. "He's nothing but a dumb, flabby pile of lard next to you," I continue, and now I'm fiddling with the drawstring of my sweatpants. "And you know, Brian…"

I tug downward a tiny bit, biting my lip and smiling slyly at my entranced partner. "You've already seen what a silly, tiny little dick that guy has, right? How about… you know… showing me how you compare?" My pants descend further, revealing the first wispy bits of the blonde fringe surrounding my womanhood. "How about you show me yours, and I show you mine?"

"Uh- well, I- I mean, if you want? You- you're sure? Like, right here-"

Aww, he's so cute! "Of course right here," I smile. "Go on, please? And make sure to face me and Bob, too. I wanna let that silly baby see what a real man looks like…" His face twists into a wry, elated smile – and then, before my eyes, it happens. He clumsily tugs down his jeans, and reveals…

His penis. Cock. Manhood. Whatever you want to call it. Standing erect and proud, curving gently to one side. But goodness, I'm not sure if I ever knew they made them that big!

"Oh, my," I observe, and the admiration in my voice is nothing if not sincere. Wow, he really is built like a model, isn't he? God, would that even fit-? I mean, compared to my old boyfriend, he- he's massive- "Well, aren't you excited? And just look at you!" Now I'm speaking loudly again, glancing back towards our struggling and still-moaning companion in his crib. "Yours must be three times the size of that guy's! It's the kind that would make any girl go… whooo!"

I give a little laugh and tug down my pants completely at that moment. And sure, maybe it's corny. But judging by how hungrily his eyes fasten on my naked pussy, I don't think he cares.

"Now, here," I begin, dropping to my knees before him, deliberately positioning myself so our captive audience can see what's about to happen. "I don't suppose you brought any lube, did you? Maybe I'd better just get things wet myself…" Open goes my mouth – wide open. It needs to, to accommodate that girthy cock before me. I've only tried giving head once before, but that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that I give Brian a good time, and that Bob gets a show he'll never forget.

"Oh-h! Oh, Jessica- Jessica, yes- Please, that feels- That's amazing-" He's already moaning after only a few quick pumps of my head. He's so long and girthy that I can't take much more than half of him before I start to gag, but that's fine. I'm sure of it. He's just be thrilled to have my warm lips around his cock. And me? Well…

I never thought I'd be saying this. But kneeling here in front of a muscly dude is getting me pretty damn excited, too.

It's over before my knees even get tired: his moans rising into a flurry of grunt and whimpers, his sudden jerking backward away from my mouth, and then… the spurting of his cock into open air. Thick, creamy cum jets out, arcing and dribbling outward and down to the floor. I glance upward, and the sight of his face, contorted in pleasure, is almost enough to send me into a shivering orgasm myself. Because, damn if it doesn't feel good to be able to do that to a guy? And on the first try, too? Aww, and he was considerate enough to pull out, too! He probably thinks I wouldn't want to swallow his load…

"Oh, yeah. Now that's more like it," I exult, giggling as Brian staggers before me, his face flushed with orgasmic delight and shame. "That's how a man cums, all right!" And then I rise, turning and making my way back to the writhing Bob. I'm naked, but so what?

"See that just now?" I gloat, reaching in and lifting one headphone so he can hear me. "See what real adults get to do? I bet you dream you could do that, Bob. And you know what? Maybe, just maybe – if you and I had met under different circumstances… and if you'd have joined our house party instead of harassing us… maybe you'd also have gotten the chance of getting laid!" I can hardly help the gloating little giggle that rises to my lips at the sight of his humiliated stare into my eyes. "Think about it! Instead of lying bound, gagged and diapered in a crib, being forced to become a baby again, you could be getting sucked and fucked by a college girl…"

"But you blew it," I shrug, with a knowing shake of my head. "After we're done retraining you, you're never going to be able to do anything like that again." I flash a grin and poke at his thickened, already wet diaper. "At least, not with a girl! Though who knows? Maybe Jane will train you to cum in your diapers instead. Oh, and definitely to pee and poop too – all on command, whenever we say…"

Whether Jane can actually do that or not, I honestly don't know. But that's beside the point, isn't it? Right now I'm simply having fun taunting him, watching his piggish eyes widen in fear with every threat I make. So back goes his headphone again. I turn up the hypnosis volume even higher. And then, I turn back to Brian with a bounce of my bare boobs.

"Now, then." I glance down at my naked body, then over at the giant changing table. "There's not really a bed around here, I guess. But… you know… I don't suppose you'd mind if we tried making out on that, would you?" I flash another grin, and point toward the straps and empty restraining cuffs dangling from the sides. "And look! If you want – if I move around too much or whatever – hey! You could even tie me down! How does that sound for a fun time?"

Well… maybe I was expecting a bit more stammering. Maybe I thought he'd demur, say he could never do that, mutter about needing to go. But no. He steps closer, a strange light burning in his eyes. And before I can quite react, he's bent down and planted a long, fierce kiss on my lips.

"You're incredible," he finally manages, when we finally separate. "Jessica, I- I love you. So… so fucking much."

To be perfectly honest, I never thought it would happen. Not right now. And not with a guy like him. But right in that moment, all I can think is that I'm starting to love him too. Very, very much.

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And yeah… just so you know, that all happened before he made me cum that morning. Five times in a row. While the changing table creaked beneath us, and Bob gave his pathetic whimpers, and the loudest and most passionate moans of my life escaped my panting lips.

Maybe it was the thrill of being watched. Maybe it was genuinely because Brian and I unexpectedly have chemistry together. I really don't know. All I know is that if that's what happens when I leave my comfort zone… well, I should definitely do that more often!

(To be continued!)