A New Game [Tier 3 Exclusive] (Patreon)

A high-elf thief. With a few skill points used to unlock some of the ranger abilities. And while most people–supposedly–start with the dagger for a build like this, Nick prefers the rapier.

Britta rolled her eyes. Behind his back, of course–he was oblivious to just how uninterested she was.

The video game was called something like The Last Fantasy 27. Surely, there was some purposeful irony between the number of sequels the series had–though she didn’t care enough to recall what that exact number was–and the fact that “Last” was in the title, but it seemed too obvious for her to point out.

Nick had been waiting years for this game to release–a fact he had mentioned at least once per day for the last month. This fact was usually accompanied by some other benign factoid.

“I’ve put, like, 300 hours into the last game.”

“I usually like to use a more magic-centric class, you know? But I really think that this will be the game where I try something new.”

Thank god Nick was cute.

She tried to care, she really did. She watched him spend almost two hours just designing his character. The longer it went, the more granular the process seemed to get. Every single detail had an adjustable slider bar associated with it. He spent five minutes simply adjusting the size of his character’s dimples.

“Do you actually notice a detail like that when you’re playing the game?” she asked.

“Well, the game’s in an entirely first-person perspective, so…”

Enough was enough.

“I’m really happy for you that you get to finally play this game,” she said. “But this is pretty boring.”

“You don’t have to watch,” he said. “But I’m probably going to be doing this for a while.”

What she actually heard was: “Maybe find something else to do, or somewhere else to go.”

This wasn’t her apartment, and so her options were limited. She didn’t have one of her own books to read. Her TV to watch. Her laptop.

Maybe I should just leave and go home?

She had been accused of being self-centered in the past. Exes, mostly–and probably the types of guys who like to say cruel things like that on their way out the door in an effort to get one last gut punch in. On most days, she took the criticism with a grain of salt. Others, it hit a little harder than it should’ve.

“What if I…did a little cleaning for you?” she proposed.

“Really?” He was so surprised by this suggestion that he actually lowered his controller for a moment and turned to her. “You? Clean?”

She resented how shocked he was by this, but she could also understand where he might be coming from. Not that she was a dirty person, by any means. But those who knew her best might use words like ‘cluttered.’ ‘Unorganized.’ ‘Haphazard.’

“Don’t look at me like that,” she spat. “I know how to clean. Why don’t I tidy up around here a little for you.”

“I mean, I’m not going to make you do that,” he said with a shrug. “But if you really want to, I’m not going to stop you.”

“I know you’re not making me. This was my idea. Where do you keep your cleaning supplies?”

“There’s some stuff under the sink in the kitchen,” he said, already slipping back into the game. “I’m not sure what’s there, but I’m sure there’s at least some sponges and various cleaning sprays.”

“I’ll take a look,” she said, standing up and walking out of the living room.

“Uhm…thanks,” he said, turning from his TV for just a moment. He offered a skeptical smile–perhaps still uncertain that this was the same Britta he had been dating for a month or two, and not an alien imposter.

But this was good. She’d rather him be skeptical. It would lower his expectations to almost nothing–which could easily be hurdled over with just the most mild amount of cleaning.

She had no plan in mind. She didn’t know what she’d be cleaning, or how she’d be cleaning. But by the time she got to the kitchen, she realized that she had essentially been given carte blanche for traversing Nick’s apartment. She’d been here a few times, but she’d never had the ability to just walk around and investigate for herself. This idea was actually working out better than she had hoped for.

Let’s learn a little more about ol’ Nicky-boy.

The available cleaning supplies under the sink were a little lacking. Or, so she guessed. Just some sponges, some rags, a bottle of window cleaner and a bottle of all-purpose cleaner. Maybe that was all anyone needed, but she could remember the arsenal of cleaning products her mother used to keep–specialized products for almost every type of surface you could think of.

Britta shrugged. This would do just fine.

First thing’s first–that trash can under the sink needed to be emptied. She couldn’t begin to guess what was in it–and she wasn’t about to dig around and find out–but it was absolutely rank. She took the bag out from the small plastic can, tying it up and replacing it with another bag.

“I can only assume you’re throwing away rotten body parts,” she remarked as she walked through the living room, on her trek out of the apartment and to his building’s dumpster with his kitchen trash.

For a moment, he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“Oh, it’s just, uh…”

“I don’t actually want to know what is in here,” she said. “But it stinks.”

“Chicken,” he spat out. “Just…raw chicken. I think it went bad so I threw it out. Sorry, I probably should’ve taken the trash out sooner myself.”

She shrugged. “Whatever. I’ve got it.”

“So, uhm, where were you thinking that you were going to tidy up?” he asked.

It almost sounded like he cared now–a detail that wasn’t lost on her.

“Not sure,” she said. “I guess I’ll just start in the kitchen.”

“That would be so great if you took care of the kitchen for me,” he said. He sounded genuine, but there was something else in his tone too.

Again, maybe it was the things he wasn’t saying. “Just the kitchen. Not anywhere else.”

“Of course,” she said.

After having heaved the stinky trash into the dumpster and returning to Nick’s kitchen, she found that she was still lingering on the implication that she should be sticking to just the kitchen.

Why? Got something to hide?

She tried not to think about it too much. Instead, she began to do exactly what she said she’d do. She pulled everything off one counter and put them onto another before spraying the surface with a liberal amount of all-purpose cleaner. Then came the other counter. Then came the stove top. Then the microwave.

It annoyed her, a little, how much easier it was than she thought to clean her way through a room.

Careful–next thing you know, you’ll be cleaning your own place…

From the other room, she could hear the sounds of battle. Swords clanging and monsters roaring. Occasionally, someone would monologue about things like the ‘chosen one’ and ‘corrupted crystals.’ Oh, and then there’d be brief interludes where Nick would swear at the TV, seemingly pissed off that something didn’t go the way he wanted it to.

Cleaning was boring too. Perhaps almost more boring than watching a high elf with near-perfect dimples cast some spells.

Though something did come to mind that sounded a little more exciting. Searching for trouble. Searching for reasons as to why Nick thought she should keep her cleaning to the kitchen.

She crept to the doorway that separated the kitchen from the living room. There Nick was, still completely consumed by his video game.

“Goddamn, why the fuck does it have to be skeletal alligators,” he muttered to himself. Britta winced a little, having to bite her tongue or else she’d laugh at such an absurd problem for anyone to have.

But this was good. He seemed completely distracted. She tiptoed across the back of the living room, sneaking behind the couch he was sitting on, and into the hallway without being detected. She snuck past the closet and the bathroom door. Past the home office. With one last careful hop, she was in his bedroom. She raised an ear to the doorway again, double-checking that he was still busy.

“Take that, fucking gator!”

The coast seemed clear.

It was difficult to know where to start. Not only did she not know where he’d hide a secret, she wasn’t even completely sure that he was hiding anything. Not that she’d let that stop her. She simply considered where she’d hide something. Probably the closet or under the bed.

Under the bed seemed like a good place to start. She lowered herself to her hands and knees and reached into the dark abyss, slightly nervous about what she might find.

A single blue sock. She wondered where its mate was–perhaps Nick too was wondering where this one had gone. She tossed it towards his hamper, hoping that it’d get washed and one day reunited with its other half.

Don’t say I never did anything for you.

She reached under the bed again, pulling out a sweatshirt next. Into the hamper. Then a pair of shorts. Hamper.

Don’t you realize half of your clothes are under the bed, Nick? What the hell?

But then she felt something strange under the bed. It was small and made of hard plastic. Except for one part that was…softer? She pulled the small item out and looked down upon it with wide, unbelieving, eyes.

Okay…this is something.

It was a white pacifier. Like…the kind of dummy that a mother would stick into a baby’s mouth to distract them or attempt to plug up a would-be temper tantrum. It seemed so absurdly out of place under Nick’s bed that she almost refused to believe that it was actually a pacifier at all. Maybe it was part of a mouthguard? A…doctor-prescribed anti-stress tool?

Had she just found another sock or two, she probably would’ve abandoned her snooping and gone back to the kitchen to start cleaning the shelves of the fridge. But this? She couldn’t stop now. Even if she didn’t know what it was yet, she knew that she was onto something, and she needed to find out what.

She lowered herself to the floor, flattening herself out so that she could peer under the bed for herself. There were still a few relics to dig through, though none seemed as odd as the pacifier. Some magazines. More random bits of clothing. An empty chip bag. She picked herself up from the ground, disappointed that she had wasted the effort getting down there in the first place.

One more check at the doorway to see what Nick was up to. From the living room, she heard frantic button tapping accompanying a string of groans and expletives. He seemed plenty busy still.

Onwards to the closet.

She slid one of the wooden doors open on its track, hoping that it wasn’t loud or squeaky. Thankfully, no, it slid to the side smoothly. So smoothly that she couldn’t help but take it as a sign that the fates wanted her to snoop in his closet too.

Let’s see what we got in here.

Lots of clothes, for one. And to think that he recently remarked that she had far too many clothes. Short-sleeved button ups and polo shirts–not exactly her favorite style, but she usually did her best to keep that opinion to herself. Pants. Shorts. Lots of sneakers. Was he a sneakerhead? She didn’t know that about him, but it didn’t really seem like the kind of thing she could ask without revealing how she came to suspect that.

And then she found a wheeled suitcase. Maybe it was just a suitcase. Everyone should have one, right? Why would he be any different? But her gut told her to open it up. Look inside. Because if he was going to hide something in his closet–or maybe if she was to hide something in her own closet–a suitcase would be the place.

Bingo.

Truthfully, she had absolutely no expectations for what she’d find. The pacifier was so random and out-there that it was either connected to his possible secret or it was a red herring–an odd item with a simple origin. “Oh sure,” he’d say. “That belongs to my cousin’s baby who came to visit a few weeks ago. Must’ve dropped that.”

The pacifier was not a red herring. There were diapers in this suitcase. And not, like, little baby diapers. These things were huge. Yet…they looked just like baby diapers, with their cute cartoon baby animal prints.

It took a minute for her brain to process what she was seeing. Why would a baby need a diaper so big? No…why would an adult need diapers that look like they’re for a baby? And then she looked down at the pacifier, which was sitting next to her on the carpet.

Oh…

She could see it now. Nick, crawling around in his apartment in a diaper while sucking on a pacifier. He was one of those people. She couldn’t recall what they were called. Maybe something like diaper-sexual?

She didn’t find the idea to be disgusting by any means. It was one of those things, like bed bugs and Michael Buble, that she knew existed–but had just assumed she’d never encounter herself.

Holy shit. Nick is a diaper fetishist.

It was…interesting. Cute. She had a million questions and she wanted to ask them all. Now. The temptation was so strong to just bolt from the still-open closet door and to trot into the living room and barrage him with questions about his diapers.

No, no. Play it cool, Britta. If you make a big scene about it, he’s likely going to clam up and that’ll be the end of it all.

She rifled through the suitcase a little more to see what other treasures she might dig up. What she found were more items that helped flesh out Nick’s little world. Baby wipes. Baby powder. Baby oil. More soothers and pacifiers. A bib. A few Nick-sized onesies of infantile design. Baby bottles.

And a vibrator? Like adults in diapers, a male vibrator wasn’t something she had seen for herself before, though she knew such a thing existed. Its interesting curve suggested that it was intended for some rather deep exploration. G-spots and whatnot.

This, too, was exciting to her. Maybe because, up until now, Nick had seemed like such a ‘meat and potatoes’ kind of partner. He was decent in bed, though not especially original. But all of this suggested that he did have a more playful side–just one that came out when he was by himself.

Fuck. She liked it. Loved it, really. Nick. Video game enthusiast and comic book movie historian Nick. He had some secrets. Crazy kinky secrets. And, damn, if she just didn’t adore that.

She wanted, very badly, to just play it cool. But how could she? All these wonderful little secrets were surfacing and all she wanted now was to see Nick in a diaper.

She wondered how long it would take for something like this to come out naturally. If they were to stay together for a few more months–years, maybe–would there come a point where he pulled her aside and told her the truth about what he liked? Or did he see it as a secret that he had to take to his grave?

Britta had never really been the patient type.

She pulled a single diaper and a baby bottle from the suitcase before sliding the closet door shut again and tucking it under her shirt. Then she slowly crept out of his bedroom and back down the hall. In the living room, Nick was still laser-focused on the TV, where his elf carefully navigated a decaying staircase. Then, back into the kitchen–where he had expected her to be this whole time.

The trash, she suddenly thought. The smell coming from the trash can under the sink–and his nervous energy when she had told him about the trash bag smelling so bad–she wondered if it wasn’t actually tainted chicken, as he had claimed. What if it was actually a dirty diaper?

But does he actually use his diapers? Well, considering the presence of baby wipes and baby powder…the odds were good. And it seemed like a big waste of a diaper not to use it as intended.

She almost giggled in delight at the thought of having carried his dirty diaper out to the dumpster for him. Just like a mommy would. Oh, how she wished she had taken a closer look in the trash bag now. How cute would it have been if she called him out on his stinky diaper?

Fuck it. She wasn’t going to wait around forever and play some sort of game where she pretended that she didn’t know his secrets. She’d put it out there now, and it’d be up to him if he wanted her to be a part of this little game of his or not. And if he didn’t? Well, at least she had tried.

“Hey Nick?” she called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“That’d be great! Can I get some iced tea?” he asked.

A rush of pure delight raced through her body when she responded. “Of course! I’ll be right there.” This was going to happen. She was going to do it.

Quickly, she unscrewed the top of the plastic baby bottle before fetching the pitcher of iced tea from his fridge. She filled up the bottle and screwed the lid back onto it before putting the tea back in the fridge. But before she could carry out the bottle to him, she just had to hold it in her hand and admire it.

That silly baby boy. He has no idea what’s coming.

“How’s your little game going?” she asked as she strolled out from the kitchen, baby bottle in one hand and diaper in the other. She made her tone as condescending–Mom-like–as possible.

He barely looked away from the TV. “Oh, it’s so good,” he gushed. “I just found a secret cavern. I’m not sure what’s at the end of it yet, but I’m hoping that it’s an upgrade for my shield because…”

His hand had unconsciously reached out for the promised drink, and she guided the baby bottle into his hand. His fingers tightened around it, and without even looking at it, he seemed to be able to sense that something was up. When he finally did look at the baby bottle full of iced tea, his face had gone white.

“Wh-what is this?” he asked.

“Iced tea,” she answered. “That’s what you asked for, isn’t it?”

“But a…bottle?”

“Oh, this?” She laughed and shrugged. “It just seemed appropriate, you know?”

His eyes slowly steered towards her other hand. Maybe he had already guessed what was there, or maybe he was just terrified to see what it could be, but he was in no rush for the revelation.

“Is…is that a…”

“Diaper?” she asked, finishing his question for him. “It is. And I’m going to bet that you’re not wearing one right now, yes?”

“Britta, I don’t understand. Where did you get that?”

She laughed again. “Where do you think I got it, silly? You have a whole stash that you haven’t told me about!”

“Y-you went through my stuff?” He tried to sound angry, but his tone just couldn’t get there. He was far too humiliated to be angry. The ball was, still, squarely in her court.

“And I’m glad I did, too,” she said. “Here you are, playing your little games, and you’re not even wearing a diaper. What if you had an accident?”

“An accident? But…Britta. I…”

“Hmm? You don’t have accidents? Then what did I throw into the dumpster a little bit ago?”

His mouth clamped shut.

“Do you want your bottle before, or after, I get you into a diaper?”

He rubbed his face with both of his hands, perhaps trying to see if he could rouse himself from whatever dream he was currently having.

“Are you mocking me?” he asked? “I honestly have no idea what’s going on right now.”

She laughed while shaking her head. “No, Nicky-boy. But I learned some things about you today. And, well, what can I say? I loved playing house when I was a little girl. Want to play house?”

“I…uh…”

“See, I’ll be the mommy. And you’ll be the baby. Doesn’t that sound really fun?”

“Britta…you don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, I know this. But from the moment I saw these adorable diapers, I just knew that I needed to see them on you. And, hey–no judgment. No cruel intent. I’m not here to take photos of you and share them with all my friends. Unless you want me to, of course.”

“N-no…”

“But you want to be put in a diaper, right? Don’t you want Mommy to take care of you?”

His controller fell from his hand, bouncing off of his lap and rolling onto the floor. He made no effort to pick it up.

“You…promise?” he asked. “You’re not just…fucking with me?”

“I genuinely want to see my boyfriend wearing a diaper,” she said. “You’ll allow for that to happen, right?”

He still seemed in disbelief. Moments ago–less than a hundred seconds ago–he was worrying about an upgrade for his digital shield. Now, his girlfriend was revealing that she not only knew about his secret kink, but was offering to explore it with him.

He nodded.

“Come on,” she said, reaching towards his hand to help him. “Let’s get you in a diaper.”

Britta pulled him up from his chair and proceeded to lead him down the hallway by the hand. If it seemed surreal to her to be towing her boyfriend behind her like a toddler, she could only imagine what it must’ve been like for him.

“You can tell me if you want to stop,” she said as they reached the threshold of his bedroom. “Anytime. Honest.”

He nodded.

No sooner than they had entered his bedroom, his hands fumbled with the waistband of his shorts. She slapped his hands away, instead unfastening them herself, letting them fall down his legs to the carpet.

Next she grabbed either side of his boxer shorts and gave them a few firm tugs to guide them down his legs too. When they were also at his feet, she went for his t-shirt next, motioning for him to lift his arms up in the air so that she could pull it up and off of his body.

He stood there, naked, in front of her. Not for the first time, though it might as well have been. This was new and different.

“Now then, lie down on your bed for me,” she cooed.

“D-do you know what you’re doing?” he asked.

“Does it matter?”

He shook his head.

“I’ll be fine,” she said. “I’ll figure it out.”

She unfurled the large diaper in front of him as he eased himself onto the top of his bed. It was no mystery how he felt about this scene–his cock had sprung to life and now haplessly bobbled about.

She giggled, petting the stiff organ like it was a pet. “Aww, I bet you’re really liking this, huh?”

He nodded.

“Good,” she cooed. “I like knowing how excited the little baby is about this.”

She laid the flattened diaper out on the bed between his legs, sliding it towards his body.

“It’s, uhm, the other way,” he said, pointing to the diaper. “Tapes in the back.”

She laughed, spinning the diaper around before continuing to slide it towards his body.

“Lift up your bottom,” she said.

He did as she asked, and the thick padding was positioned under him. He lowered himself onto it, while she watched his face intently–seeming to want to take in every single microexpression of his as this played out.

“Now then,” she said. “What about this?” She, again, playfully swatted at his member. “Not sure if that’s going to fit in your diaper.”

He shrugged, either unsure of what to say, or afraid to say what he actually hoped would happen now.

“Well, you know what?” she asked, holding an inquisitive finger up to her chin. “When I found your diapers, I found something else too.”

He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

“I thought it was pretty interesting,” she continued. “Almost as interesting as the diapers. I wasn’t going to bring it up today–I figured we had enough on our plate. But, what the hell?”

He remained motionless and speechless, waiting for her to reveal what was coming next.

“I found a little toy of yours,” she said. “And, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that special toy is made to go up the bum-bums of naughty little babies. Am I right about that?”

“Uhm…” He nodded, his words still seeming to fail him.

“That’s what I thought. I can’t believe you kept that from me! Do you have any idea how delighted I would’ve been if you told me that you liked having your bottom played with?”

His face turned a rather exquisite shade of red. But he had no response or reaction to give to this. For the moment, he seemed frozen solid.

Her hand carefully wrapped around his cock before slowly sliding down the shaft to his balls, where she gave a gentle squeeze. Yet her hand didn’t stop there, and it continued to slide down between his legs

“If you didn’t know before, I think it’d be good for you to know now: I’d love nothing more than to have my way with your tight little ass.”

“Ummf,” he groaned, feeling her fingers poking at his back door.

“Would baby like that?” she cooed, overloading ‘baby’ with so much condescending emphasis that he was forced to moan a little again.

“Y-yes…”

“That’s what I thought,” she said, her finger now pressed against his tight hole. “Should I press a little harder? Let myself in?”

“Yes…”

“Oh, but I couldn’t enter uninvited,” she said, giggling to herself. “Tell me what you want. Ask for it.”

“I…I want…”

“Mmhmm? Go on.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, his desperation overriding his ability to be polite. “Fill my asshole.”

“If you insist.”

Her finger pushed ahead, slipping inside of him. He immediately released a long and pulsating moan: “UnnnnNNNNNnhhh…”

“Oh you don’t just like that,” she said. “You love it.”

“Uh huh.”

“You want to be fucked,” she added. “Absolutely wrecked.”

“Y-yes,” he muttered, his voice thick with sheer desperation–the likes of which she had never heard anyone use with her before.

“That toy was rather large,” she said. “You can take all of that inside of you?”

He nodded rapidly.

“Well I’d like to see that.”

“G-get it,” he said. “I’ll show you.”

She was suddenly back in the closet, digging through his suitcase, again. But this wasn’t the time to be delicate and careful with things–she ended up pulling the suitcase out from the closet entirely, before overturning it and letting everything inside of it spill out onto the bedroom floor.

There was little in the pile that she hadn’t seen already, but it was certainly nice to see it all at once–the full picture of his wild fantasies. She grabbed his toy along with a bottle of lubricant and quickly returned to the horny baby.

There was surprisingly little to be said by either–both consumed by the thrill of Nick’s toy ending up exactly where it was supposed to go. She began with a small dollop of lubricant in her hand that she spread on the toy–only to decide that it was better to be safe than sorry, and she poured a rather liberal amount across the toy, letting the excess drip down across Nick’s body and open diaper.

She opened her mouth, ready to ask if he was ready or not, but he had already lifted his legs into the air, leaving his exposed hole at an easily accessible position for her.

From her vantage point, she could look down the hallway and into the living room. There was Nick’s poor little high-elf, whatever that was, just standing in a dark cavern while waiting to be told what to do next. He, with his perfect dimples, would just have to wait.

“Open wide for Mommy,” she said, pushing the slippery toy against his bottom.

His hungry ass swallowed the toy with barely any effort. He groaned and moaned for its entire trip into his bottom. She expected resistance, and a long process of easing the toy into him. But no–either she had found the exact angle and amount of force, or…

“You’ve put a lot of things up there, haven’t you?” she asked.

He offered a bashful nod in return.

“That’s okay,” she said.

She turned on the vibration, forcing another series of groans from him.

His hips gyrated, and he was grinding on the toy as she held it. For a few moments, she let him do his thing, but soon worked on contributing herself, gently easing the long prosthetic shaft in and out of his little asshole. The two quickly fell in sync with each other–his hips thrusting towards her as she pushed the toy back into him.

“Could you come like this?” she asked. “Without me even touching your little cock?”

“Yes,” he said, in between deep breaths and moans. “I think so.”

“I’m not going to touch your cock again,” she said. “Not until you come.”

“Y-yes,” he said, nodding.

“Yes, Mommy,” she corrected him. “Say it.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

She fucked him. Fucked his ass with the latex toy as she looked down at him, feeling every bit as fantastic for being allowed to do this to him as he did for having her do this to him.

“Did you make a dirty diaper earlier?” she asked. “Is that what was in the trash can?”

“Y-yes,” he said.

“Yes, Mommy,” she said, correcting him again.

“Yes, Mommy,” he said.

“What did you do in that diaper?”

“I…uh…”

“Tell me,” she said.

“I…wet in it.”

“But was that all you did in it?”

“N-no…”

“Then tell me.”

“I…” Maybe if his asshole wasn’t getting fucked, he would’ve had the ability to be a little more delicate about his phrasing. But this didn’t seem like the time for subtlety. “I…messed myself. I pooped in my diaper.”

“I knew it! A stinky little baby, making big dirty messes in his diaper. And when did that happen?”

“This morning,” he said.”

“And you stashed it in your kitchen garbage? Thinking I wouldn’t smell it?”

“I…I didn’t know you’d be looking.”

“You should’ve told me that you had just pooped your pants this morning,” she said. “As soon as I got here. I’d have put you right into a diaper. And wouldn’t it have been nice to play your little video games while in a nice snug diaper?”

“Yes…Mommy.”

“Well, you know what that means, don’t you?”

He looked up at her, eyes large. She could’ve said absolutely anything in that moment and he’d have taken it as gospel. His breathing had been reduced to a series of moans–timed perfectly with the toy’s thrusts into his bottom.

“It means that I might have to keep you in diapers from now on. And when you make your little pee-pees or poo-poos, you’ll have to come to Mommy to get changed.”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” he said. “Oh fuck. Oh god. I want that. I want that so badly.”

“Yeah?” she asked, smiling exceptionally wide.

“Make me your baby,” he pleaded. His voice was growing more and more desperate as she seemed to fuck him closer to climax. “Keep me in diapers. Make me mess my diapers and crawl around in them. Make me suck my thumb. Feed me from your breast. Bathe me. And…and…fuck me. Fuck me so hard. In my dirty diapers.”

“As you wish,” she said.

Moments later, he came harder than he ever had in his life–an absolute eruption that rendered him dazed and spaced-out for the minute that followed.

She slowly eased the toy from his bottom, so slowly and carefully that he might not have even noticed it was happening until it was completely removed. She dropped it, watching it rebound off of one of his writhing feet before falling to the ground.

She gave him some time. All the time he needed. Now she could be patient. It was a thrill, afterall, watching Nick recover from such an intense moment.

“Did that just happen?” he finally asked, seeming to be back on Earth again.

“You better hope so.”

“I…I can’t believe you did that for me,” he said. “To me.”

She laughed. “Believe me, I enjoyed it just as much.”

“I…think I said a lot of crazy things.”

She pulled a wet baby wipe from the package, immediately going to work on cleaning him up from the lubricant and the sticky mess he had made himself.

“Maybe I just fucked the truth out of you,” she said.

“I…I don’t really think you need to keep me in diapers…”

“But if I did?”

His face took on a whole new shade of crimson, which seemed to be enough of an answer.

“Now then,” she said, moving on. “Let’s actually get you sealed up in this diaper. You have a game to get back to, right?”

“Oh,” he said, looking vaguely in the direction of the living room. “I…I don’t care about that.”

“No?” she laughed. “But you were so excited about that game! You’re a high-elf!”

“I…just want to be a baby,” he said, laughing as if he could hear for himself just how absurd that statement was.

She secured the front of his diaper in place over his deflated cock and began taping it closed, trying to make it as tight as possible. She wondered what this conversation would sound like a little later today–when the hormones wore off and the last remnants of the lube in his bottom eased themselves into his diaper. Would he be back on his chair, fighting skeletons? Or would he begging to be fucked again? Maybe there’d be a dirty diaper in desperate need of changing.

“You can have whatever you want, baby,” she said.

And she meant it. She already had ideas. New toys–including some that she’d wear herself.

Nick’s eyes suddenly looked heavy. Poor baby. Poor little sleepy baby. So stupid and pathetic. He got himself so worked up that he couldn’t even stay awake now.

She chuckled, pushing his pacifier into his mouth and watched him slowly close his eyes.

And she stayed in bed with him for a while longer, touching herself while thinking about what could come next.