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“I’m not normally like this,” she said. He wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince - him or her.
“Yes you are,” he said.
“I...well…”
“Sure, you wear big girl clothes to the office, you have a nice apartment and decent taste in wine, but I see through all of that.”
He paced back and forth in her living room, looking down at her. She was on her knees, stripped of all her clothing except a thick white disposable diaper. Her hair was still mostly done up as it had been before she went on the date, though it had been starting to lose its shape. Her makeup, while still on her face, wasn’t quite where she had originally put it. Streaks of mascara ran down her cheeks and her once bright red lips had faded to an uneven pink - the rest of it still on his cock.
“What do you see?” she asked.
He laughed to himself. Maybe the question was ridiculous, or the answer too obvious. He composed himself and looked down on her again: “You’re just a pathetic little girl. You always have been, and you always will be. You can try your hardest to try and prove to everyone that you’re an adult. But it’s just an act.”
She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what it was. Her face blushed bright pink and she was pretty sure another tear rolled from her eye. He was right, of course.
“Stay where you are,” he said. She wouldn’t have moved if he didn’t say to, but she remained on her knees regardless. He paced around her so that he stood behind her. “Stand up,” he commanded. She did so.
She could feel him pulling open the back of her diaper. There wasn’t much to see in there. She had put the diaper on before leaving the apartment for the night - per his request. But hours later, she had barely so much as dribbled in it. She wanted to have soaked it for him, but she couldn’t quite work up the nerve to do it. Especially now that her diaper was on full display for him.
“Quite dry,” he said.
“I’m sorry…”
“I can fix that.”
She wondered what he meant by that, but it became all too apparent a moment later. With the back of her diaper still pulled open she could feel a warm stream cascading against the small of her back before flowing into her diaper.
“Oh my god,” she said softly to herself. He was pissing in her diaper.
“Good girl. You just wait there while I finish, okay?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
She couldn’t believe how long it lasted. Every time she felt it slowing a little, the stream’s intensity would build again. Her diaper was getting completely saturated. She wasn’t used to the back of her diaper being so intensely wet, and the weight of it began to pull from her a little. It wasn’t going anywhere, but feeling it sag a bit was yet another point of humiliation - and she already had so many.
“All done. How does that feel?”
“Very...warm. Heavy.” She paused for a moment before adding: “It feels good, sir. I like it.”
“I thought you would. Because that’s exactly the kind of thing a dirty little baby like you would enjoy.”
“Yes…”
“Tell me what you are.”
“I’m...I’m…”
“Go on. Don’t be shy.”
“I’m a little pathetic little baby,” she said. He had expected that to be all she said, and that would’ve been enough, but she added more: “I’m a disgusting little thing. I...just want to be used and made to feel so worthless and…”
“My my,” he said. “I’m impressed, but I get the point. Sit down again, please.”
“But…”
“Do as I’ve asked.”
She did so, cautiously. As she had feared would happen, the saturated bottom of her diaper felt like a thick sponge as she sat down, and she could already feel it leaking from the legs. This never happened when she pissed herself.
He had walked around her again, and with his cock out he approached her face. She quickly and willingly took it into her mouth - as she had moments after they stumbled into the apartment together following dinner. She was perched on her knees again so that she could reach, and she felt her heavy diaper slightly sliding down her bottom.
She was lost in the moment. With a cock in her mouth, his piss in her diaper, and his rather accurate observation of just how pathetic she was, she found herself unable to focus on much beyond his cock. She yearned to please him. She didn’t care what she had to do, she just wanted his approval.
Suddenly, she felt herself peeing. She had no clue if she had willed that to happen, or if it just happened - but it was happening now and she had no chance of stopping it. An entire night’s stream emptied into her already full diaper, and she could already feel it leaking from the legs of the diaper. It ran down her thighs and it was probably pooling beneath her. She didn’t care, though. In fact, she loved it. She worked his cock even harder in her mouth, running her lips and tongue around it like it was the most delectable thing she had ever consumed. This almost immediately brought him to his tipping point.
He tried to say something, probably something condescending and dom-ish, but it came out as a series of moans. He had even made an ill-fated attempt to pull out of her mouth as it was happening, but he never quite got all the way out. Instead, he erupted at her lips, half of his load inside of her mouth, the other half dripping down her lips and chin.
He stepped back from her to take a better look. Between her face dripping, the full and sagging diaper, and the puddle under her - a mix of hers and his, he suspected - she looked perfect.
“I think you could do better.” He slid his cock back into his pants and zippered them up. “Shall we try again sometime?”
She nodded again, her heart beating fast at the thought that this could all be happening again sometime. It could be even worse. Or better, depending on how she looked at it.
With that, he left her there in the center of the room as he walked out of the apartment. A moment or two passed as she slowly caught up with her reality - she was an absolute disgusting mess. She’d have to get cleaned up eventually, she thought, but that could wait a few more minutes. She sat back down on her flooded diaper again, spurts of piss spraying out of it. Her hand slid down the front of the diaper slowly.
Just before the final moments of enjoying her filthy state, it occurred to her that she never even knew his name.
(Note: The quality of the title image/header is a little wonky. I'm playing with settings between the the three or four devices I'm using to create and transfer files, so hopefully I'll iron out these things in time.)