A Stallions Night In

Douglas is a runner for the college football team who found an unlikely friendship in a comp sci freshman called Owen, whose accidents at night required some crinkly underwear to solve. To Douglas, that underwear was something that he needed for entirely different reasons...

A Stallions Night In

Douglas moaned as he pulled himself out of his blankets, grabbing the last of water from the night before and chugging it down his throat. The stallion was a heavy sleeper at the best of times and last night had been particularly fun. A raucous night of bar cocktails in the college bar wasn’t exactly something his mother would approve of but she was out this weekend, and he had even more exciting plans for the day.

As his eyes started to refocus, he looked down at himself. He knew he looked good, there was little argument there. A firm set of toned muscles from his neck down and a damn fine coat of hair that glistened a little in the morning sun coming through his window. But the lower half of his torso was covered by the thing he really wanted to see.

The thick medical diaper that adorned his waist was soaked, totally filled from the night before. He grinned to himself, memories of getting back home after the party filtering into his brain through the hangover haze. Sure, he’d been a little wobbly on his hooves but damn if it hadn’t felt amazing to slide that under his rear, tape it up and just immediately release a torrent of stallion piss straight into the front. It had swelled up wonderfully, warming around his groin and spreading his thighs apart while he’d moaned to himself in his drunken state. The wetness indicator had vanished, some small evidence of the blue lines that had once adorned it were speckled in amongst the yellowed front but any shape was gone. He moved his hand down to the front, squishing the now cold padding around his member and breathing in with a small hiss as the tip of his sensitive cock rubbed against the inside.

“I’m… I’m wet…” he whispered to himself, taking in the words like they were an admonishment. He was a twenty year old college student with a bright future ahead of him, a football scholarship and a mother who cooked for him every evening. He was a lucky boy, a damn lucky one, but he had never felt like he wanted the responsibilities of adulthood, of learning. He’d wanted to wear diapers again as soon he’d left them. As a kid he must have snuck out so many of his younger cousins' diapers when they visited. He’d kept lean enough to fit in them sometimes, especially as the years went on. Now though he was well out of reach of such things. His development during his teenage years had been the envy of his peers, even among the stallions he knew. Hell he even found himself getting annoyed and frustrated by the size of his member sometimes.

He started to remember the first MStallionXL he'd wrapped around himself. He’d had to secure the base of his tail, keep it nice and out of reach of what was likely to happen inside the thing. He’d had to carefully adjust himself on the bed, taking deep breath after deep breath as he lay down on the thick padding that on any other species at his college would’ve been a pillow. He couldn’t imagine what he was like trying to potty train, foals could still flood a urinal in a heartbeat if given the chance and now he was an adult trying to piss in a diaper for his own pleasure. Not that he could’ve even started the process without first giving his shaft a workout, the thing hardening at the slightest crinkling noise around him. Last night he’d made sure he had a spare sheet over his chest, one that now lay crumpled and probably more than a little crusty by his bedside. He’d stick that in the laundry once he was up and about. The memory of pulling the front up around his more manageable member was something that made him groan instinctively, his hands playing with his tented front again as he remembered the noise of the tapes being pulled away from the wings and him slapping them into place in his boozy state. How he’d kept them this straight he had no idea, maybe instinct or a genuine desire to keep himself clean overnight. He didn’t want to leak any more than a foal would, the clean-up would not have been fun even if the rest of the experience was.

He started to knead the crinkling front of his padding, his body jerking up and down as the carnal feelings resurfaced. Diapers just clicked something in his brain that he’d never been able to explain, a core desperate desire that flickered between comfort and sexual desire. Sometimes he’d find himself imagining a huge pacifier in his maw, something to suck on while he let himself sink into a feeling of bliss from the idea of just being a baby again, free to use his diapers without shame or discomfort. Other times he’d find himself imagining getting one wrapped around his muzzle, soaked in the musk of another guy and squishing firmly against his nose. Each of those fantasies made him spurt, nothing would stop that, but neither one was exactly safe to explore with others. At least not until he’d met Owen…

Damn that sheep, the boy had just meant to be staying over for a night to recuperate after he’d injured him in the stands. Instead that night had turned into the weirdest and most intense event Douglas had dealt with in years. Owen was a bed wetter, apparently for his entire life, but to Douglas he was a fantasy made manifest in front of him. A lost soul who needed his diapers, who needed someone to reassure him that he didn’t mind. In his stupid, naive way the stallion had come out and said he liked them and didn’t mind. The sheep had just curled up, confused by the notion and scared that he’d reveal his secret on campus. It had taken him asking to wear one before the poor boy had even considered talking to him again after that. It didn’t fit, obviously, but just having the feeling had made him basically reveal he wasn’t lying. He’d seen Owen eying up what his cock had been doing, pulsing even despite his shaking hands trying not to disturb it too much. By the time he’d managed to sort of secure it round his waist and crinkled his way into bed, Owen was giggling at the sight of the damn thing tenting tightly around him. At least they’d woken up and snuggled on good terms the next morning. One exchange of numbers later and the two of them were now on regular meeting terms when the opportunity arose. They were due to meet up this weekend but he’d cancelled at the last minute. Something about being invited out by a new friend of his.

His mind wandered back to his current predicament, a fully tented front in a sodden diaper and no one around to worry about. Did he really want to get off now, so soon after waking up? He’d had no time to enjoy the feeling, the squish and smush of the thing that he’d slept in for all of eight hours. It was a waste. The stallion instead rolled over onto his front, the slightly clumped sap in the middle of the diaper smushing against the mattress and pressing into him. He moaned, wiggling against the sheets a little. He felt naughty, he felt like ignoring both the need to orgasm and the soaked padding was a crime. Surely he needed to make this more exciting, more… babyish.

With a low groan he pulled himself onto all fours. Every crinkling motion that the soaked underwear made just increased his libido, his shaft wrapped up in the urine soaked insides of the diaper. He looked at his headboard and started to breathe deeply, running his hand through his mane of carefully maintained hair. He’d always been a handsome stallion, and not just his mother had backed that assertion up. He had no interest in girls, but they’d come after him the moment he’d joined the football team. Everyone wants in on the sports stars, they attract popular types who want to make their clique stronger in the school hierarchy. His mother had warned him he’d get attention like that but he’d never been concerned. Why would he be? He got to look at plenty of fantastic ass in the changing rooms… and while others might think about getting over the top of them, he just wanted to get them into the right kind of underwear.

He wouldn’t call himself a dominant… or a “Daddy”. Such things were too complicated for him. Douglas wanted to see as many of the boys in diapers as he could in his fantasies. Owen had been the only one so far to fulfil that particular need so far, and damn was he cute in them. He started to think again about the sheep lying next to him in bed that night, after a dinner of pizza and juice that his doting mother had prepared. He’d been crinkling, slowly shuffling around next to him in bed, his body used to the feeling of the thick padding between his legs. Douglas had tried on a second of his diapers. They hadn’t fit, his thighs were far too wide and his tail too thin to really feel comfortable. But the simple white plastic front, it’s wetness indicator and the sound were all he’d needed to feel like he was in heaven for the first time. He’d been hard as a rock all night, resisting the urge to big spoon himself against the sheep's rear and rub against his backside. The boy had been nervous enough, and Douglas wasn’t in the business of violating consent or aggressively forcing himself onto a new and, importantly, very different friend.

But the fantasy that chose to enter his brain had no such limits. The images in his brain began to form, imagining the sheep waking to see him squirming, the tented front of the diaper a dead giveaway to his desires.

“Why don’t I help you with that, just this once?”

He moaned, his hand grabbing at his shaft again as he felt the renewed desperation start to take hold. He’d have to force himself not to cum, not spurt into the waiting padding this soon.

“It’s ok, little foal. Why don’t I take a closer look? I know a wet diaper once I can get in and really investigate you know?”

He imagined the face of the sheep working it’s way to his rear. It was under it, snoofing and sniffing at the leakguards, the slick wetness running onto his muzzle and down the stallions thighs as he moved it around.

“Douglas… you wet your diapers”

The stallion cursed under his breath, managing to halt the orgasm moments before it hit. He wasn’t letting go that easy, this was too fun, too good. It was just getting started and he wasn’t going to let this diaper go to…

“I don’t think you’re done yet though, are you baby boy?”

Douglas groaned, his hand leaving his shaft as he grabbed his headboard with both hands. He wasn’t done, he could feel the weight of his dinner last night building in his rear. There was going to be another set of psychological barriers to indulging this particular event but he was alone, he was free and he was going to fill this diaper like the foal he wanted to be.

His grip on the wooden frame of the bed tightened and his muzzle scrunched up. He could feel his muscles resisting, the final few scenes of the act refusing to play out down below.

“Looks like the little foal I met is making a bit of a fuss. Shame I can’t just give you an enema…”

The stallion felt his cock pulse again at that idea. He barely knew how the damn things worked, or where to get them without blushing about asking. He’d check the internet next time he was browsing for some good porn.

A cramp in his stomach signalled that his potty training was kicking in again. Get to a bathroom, get to a potty, get to anything that isn’t you filling the diaper round your waist like an infant. But he wasn’t going to, those cramps were a prelude to him performing the most deliberately humiliating act he’d ever managed.

He imagined clambering on top of Owen, his rear hanging over his head, his hand returning to the front of his diaper. He was trying to keep his cock inside the diaper at this point, such was it’s stiffness that it just wanted to pop free of the waistband and push it away from his stomach.

“Come on, are you going to disappoint me tonight? I thought I’d met a little stinker before…”

He cursed again, rubbing at the padding and moaning as he felt the sticky substance already releasing from his tip getting absorbed into the upper parts of the diaper. Another push, another breath, another push, another breath. He started to get a second thought, he could just spurt here, he could avoid having to deal with the clean-up of filling his pampers.

“Baby”

No… no he was going to do it. He was just a foal, a naughty, dirty foal who didn’t want to use the potty anymore. His tail started to rise as he pushed his head into his pillow, feeling the first lump of horse manure starting to leave his body. He was doing it, he was actually pooping his diapers…

“Woah Douglas, I guess you really are just a BIG BABY BOY!”

With a final deep breath he pushed hard and his cheeks separated. Once it started there was no stopping the first tennis ball sized lump smushing against the padding, his stomach finally resolving that it wasn’t worth resisting the desires of his horny and near delirious brain. A huge groan came from his muzzle as his teeth unclenched and more started to force its way out of him.

“Oh gosh… you’re pooping your diapers Dougie. You’re filling your pampers”

Dammit… the sheep wouldn’t do that, but Douglas didn’t care. He wanted that boy under his rear, smushing his little face into his ever filling diaper. He was still going, all of the mess building into one larger softball mass that dragged the rear of the diaper down. Every breath brought more, the smell of his “accident” wafting its way to his nostrils, which flared dramatically as his back arched forward and his eyes opened again. He was looking at the ceiling, feeling the results of his desperately horny desires coming to fruition under his tail as the last of it left his body.

“Are you done? Did you just fill your pampers like a baby, Dougie?”

He breathed out “Yeah… yeah I did”

“Then go on. Sit down on my face you dirty stallion”

He leaned back and let the momentum of his body take him over. The rear of the diaper squished into the mattress and every neuron in the stallions brain suddenly fired. He grasped his shaft, pulling it free of the waistband at the front and let himself continue to fall back until he was now lying with his head at the end of the bed and his legs against the headboard. He started to pump with speed, and as the next waft of what he’d done passed by his nose, he finally came. The load shot onto his chest, covering his white and downy chest hair in a thick layer of his seed. He bounced a few times in sheer orgasmic ecstasy, desperate for another squish of the mess to move around his nethers. He knew it had gone up past his taint, up his back even. But the diaper was holding it, it was keeping in his babyish and humiliating act like it was supposed to.

“Well then… guess I was right. You need these diapers Dougie. You can’t even stop yourself filling them up”

The final burst of cum slapped against his belly button as the orgasm came to a close. His fantasies started to subside, the voice that had been teasing, begging for him to do this faded away. He felt a small amount of shame, of longing, build inside of him. He missed that sheep pretty badly it turned out. Letting him indulge just that once had lit a fire in him, one that wasn’t going to go out just because he wasn’t around.

He made a mental note to carefully move off the bed. He could feel the sticky results of his playtime slowly dribbling down the sides of his torso onto his sheets. He cursed again, realising that would mean he’d have to do some laundry even despite the excellent efforts of the diaper. Panting he let his cock go, the shaft already slowly retreating into the safety of his destroyed and mangled diaper. He’d have to clean up pretty thoroughly, get all of this mess of his rear, get the cum off his hair and make sure that he smelled as good as a rose in summer. Disposing of it would just be a case of throwing it in the trash, thankfully. It would be gone before any questions were asked.

But as he lay there he couldn’t help but feel like he just wanted to stay in that spot. Stay in that thick, dirty, stinking padding that was both a source of fantasy and comfort. A baby would, after all, wait for an adult to change them. But he wasn’t a baby, nor did he feel like one in that moment. He stood up, slowly, and took a look behind him at the results.

Before sitting down on it one more time for good measure. He was a foal, a big foal, but a foal nonetheless. He was going to do this whenever he could from here on.