Playing with the Big Boys Now (Commission)

Hi everyone! This is a commission written specially this month for Samantha, one of our Gold Tier patrons. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Hey there, big boy. Whatcha got cooking tonight? Anything I can... help with?"

Alesha simpered at her naked reflection in the mirror, relishing the way the fading evening light fell on her curves and accentuated them perfectly. Oh, yeah. She was looking hot as fuck tonight, and she wasn't about to let all that sex appeal go to waste. It was high time to show all those guys just what a hottie she really was.

She blew an imaginary kiss into the mirror and turned eagerly to her closet. Now to find the perfect outfit. Hmm... maybe the low-cut blue number? Or- Oh, that was it! Every guy had a thing for cheerleaders, didn't they? Alesha grunted and puffed as she began squeezing herself into the red-and-silver polyester of her old high school cheer outfit. To be perfectly fair, it never had been the most conservative of getups - but now that it was straining to contain her chesty, now nineteen-year-old self, it simply couldn't do much more than hide the bare essentials...

Bare essentials indeed. For underneath that tiny skirt, there wasn't even the hint of a thong - and Alesha fully intended to keep it that way.

***

Night was falling, and as the light faded, the thumping bass from next door was swelling into a full-blown party. Shadowy, half-lit forms with bottles and Solo cups in hand were milling erratically about the yard: Kevin and his college buddies, cracking jokes and making bets and otherwise living up this Saturday evening. But where was Alesha?

She had her sights set on a different prize now.

Oh, she would never have admitted it to anyone, not even herself. But her attempts to hit on the jeering, sweaty guys outside hadn't exactly gone what you might call well. "Oh, hey," one had shrugged in response to her husky-voiced pickup line. "You got a cold or something, 'Leash'?" God, she hated that pet name! Why, oh why did they all seem to know it? Another had cautioned her offhandedly she might get bug bites if she stayed out in the grass like that, while the rest had completely ignored her in their enthusiastic discussion of which quarterbacks were really the best.

And so, with ego bruised but not yet shattered, she'd strutted inside to see what other options there were.

"Hel-loo, there," she breathed now, leaning provocatively over the figure seated before the TV. "I got so booorred out there, you know? So I came in here now to see what's cooking. Go on, why don't you entertain me?"

The glance the middle-aged fellow in the chair - none other than Joshua, Kevin's dad - was both incredulous and amused. "Um, hi there, Alesha. So... didn't you want to hang out with the others?" She tittered inanely, just the way she'd heard guys loved. "Nooo, of course not! They're so boring and stupid, talking about sports and stuff. I want something more, you know? Something exciting, if you know what I mean..." Her tone, together with a provocative shake of her breasts and a bold wink, left zero doubt of her intentions.

"Well then!" Joshua rose to his feet, his sudden height towering over Alesha's five feet and three inches. "Alesha, that's quite enough. I think you'd better head back home, don't you? We both know your parents wouldn't be very impressed with the way you're acting right now." "Whatever do you mean?" Alesha queried in fake innocence, eyes wide and thumb straying to her lips. "I thought I was being nice and friendly, Joshua..."

He pursed his lips in annoyance. "Oh, you know what I mean, Alesha. You're strutting around trying to hit on me, and you know that perfectly well. Have you no sense? No decency?" Joshua stared down at her, ominous as a brooding storm cloud. "You're practically a child still, and we both know it. And to be perfectly honest, you're behaving like one, too - a great, big, overgrown child."

"No, I'm not!" Alesha burst out, stung to the quick by his paternalistic tone. "I'm nineteen, and I'm an adult, and I can do whatever the hell I like with my body, asshole!" "Including throwing yourself sexually at your neighbor in his own house? Oh, please," Joshua retorted, taking her wrist in his own massive hand. "Listen. You say you want some fun, girlie - some adult fun, right?" She simpered and nodded wordlessly. Wait - was she about to get some action after all?

"Then come along with me. I'll show you some fun."

Alesha's heart was pounding as she trotted, half dragged, half willingly, behind Joshua's muscly frame. But her anticipation was nothing compared to the sudden shock as Joshua escorted her into his own bedroom and slammed the door behind them. "Arms out," he commanded - and as Alesha watched with widening eyes, Joshua produced something from a dresser drawer that she'd only seen on dirty websites: a set of padded pink cuffs.

"You're so nasty, and- and- and kinky!" Alesha spluttered, torn between her own anxious inexperience and her desire to keep up her steamy, mature façade. "What are you going to do- Ow! That hurts!" Joshua grimaced as he drew the final strap tight around her wrists, then drew them behind her back and easily clipped the cuffs together. "Nothing a mature lady of nineteen couldn't deal with," he murmured, his eyes running distastefully over the now-bound girl's skimpy outfit. "If you were mature, that is... Now, let's see what we can do about this situation."

"Oh dear, it seems this little girl didn't even remember her panties tonight," Joshua taunted, lifting her tiny skirt and eyeing her bare ass speculatively - before dealing it a solid smack with his palm. "Fortunately, I've got just the solution for that." Alesha, at a loss for words at last, stared incredulously as Joshua drew a folded white square from the drawer beneath his bed. "Lay down for me. NOW!"

Cowed and frightened in submission, Alesha slid onto the bed awkwardly, her arms pinioned behind her. "I- I don't- wanna play anymore," she managed, writhing in distaste at the touch of cotton and plastic beneath her bare and still-smarting ass. "Joshua, no! What is this? Are you- Is this-" "It's a cute little diaper for a naughty little girl, that's all," he smirked, closing the last of the four tapes with a flourish. "We can't have a dirty little girl like you running around without panties or a diaper, can we?"

Joshua chuckled as Alesha, her cheeks flaming with humiliation, stared down in horror at the puffy bulk now peeking from beneath her minuscule skirt. What the heck was this? Wait, they made diapers that big? And why- Joshua interrupted her incoherent thoughts. "Now, why don't we go ahead and take this sweet little girl back out to the party?"

That's when she finally found her tongue again - and began spitting out every foul word she knew.

"Now, now!" Joshua chided amid her tirade. "Such a dirty potty mouth for such a sweet little girl!" He took her by the arm and marched her, still struggling and spouting obscenities, out of the bedroom, down the darkened hall, and into the gleaming white bathroom. "Let's see if we can't teach you a lesson about manners, hmm? I'm sure your parents would agree, honestly..."

The floor was icy against Alesha's bare skin as she writhed under Joshua's firm foot. She heard the splash of running water, then the tug of Joshua's firm fingers pulling down the back of the diaper, and finally the oddest sensation of something slippery and tubular slipping down between her ass cheeks and uppp- "Ow, no!" she spluttered, even as she felt a sudden surge of liquid flowing down through the tube and into her bottom. "Joshua, no, please! I promise, I won't hit on you ever again- Just stop, pleaaase-"

Of course he did. But not, that is, before the entire contents of the enema had been emptied into the whimpering girl's cramping belly.

"Now", Joshua intoned, his voice deep with amusement and satisfaction. "Let's go give those fellows a bit of a show, shall we?"

***

Never in all her life had Alesha imagined a more humiliating situation than what she was in right now. Her belly, still imprisoned in her skin-tight cheerleading outfit, was distended and cramping from the massive enema within. She was being forced to waddle out into the night in this absurd diaper, feeling the bulk and hearing the degrading crinkle with every step she took. She longed to tear it off, to flee back home, to fling herself down onto the nearest toilet and expel the gathering storm in her bowels. But her wrists were still cuffed and securely pinioned behind her back, and her hands dangled uselessly behind her, and Joshua was watching in amusement from the porch...

She was trapped, well and truly.

Joshua's parting words still rang in her ears. "You're going to show them all just what a hottie you are," he had chuckled. "But remember - if you even make the tiniest little mess in that pretty diaper I've given you, I'll see to it that you lose that stupid outfit of yours." He'd dropped a sly wink. "After all, everyone knows there's nothing wrong with letting a messy diaper baby run around in just her diaper..."

The young men stared in astonishment as Alesha tottered toward them. "What the heck?" "Guys, I think we've got a visitor!" "Wait, 'Leash, why are you wearing a frigging diaper, huh?" The laughter wasn't long in following. "Aww, does she need her wittle dipie still?" "Dude, that's nuts. She really is wearing a diaper, look!"

And then Joshua's deep voice rumbled behind her in amusement. "Alesha wanted to come play with the big boys, Kevin. I think she wanted to show you guys a new cheer she's been learning!" "Yeah? Go on, 'Leash! Give us a cheer, will ya?"

The first hot tears welled up in her eyes and began streaming down her face as she gave a half-hearted cheer: "Go Gophers! We're the best, and all the rest, are-" She doubled over as another cramp, this one more painful than any before, gripped her. No, no, not that, please...

But of course it was too late.

As the first camera phone flashed and the flood of tears smeared her makeup beyond recognition, Alesha bent over and gave in to the inevitable. The hot rush of liquid gushed from her butthole, flooding into the diaper between her legs and causing it to sag shamefully. She was grunting, squatting, shitting her pants - her diaper, more accurately - in full view of the very guys she had hoped to seduce. And all the while, a half dozen cameras were recording it for posterity - not to mention the 'gram...

A knowing chuckle echoed into the darkness. "Oh, my! That's a pretty strange cheer, isn't it, guys?" Joshua was striding through the darkness now, and even as she hunched there, frozen in place while the flood continued in wave after nauseating wave into her now bulging diaper, she felt his hands slip firmly around her quivering body. "Remember what I told you, Alesha? Baby girls who still need their diapers shouldn't be allowed to wear such things..."

And with a heart-stopping rip, her costume tore cleanly off, slipping down to land around her ankles in a puddle of multicolored polyester.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Joshua admonished the now-topless young woman as she began wailing in anger and sheer despair. "Maybe you'd better think twice before trying to hit on me or my boy ever again." And with a final chuckle, he gave her now-filthy diaper a solid thwack that sent her stumbling toward the darkened sidewalk and her way home. "It was great playing with you, Alesha. Oh, and don't forget to beg your folks for a change before your bedtime, okay?"

But at that point, all the poor young woman could do was sob.

THE END