Daily Free-Write February 13, 2021 (Patreon)

Note: I decided to take a day off of the continuations and keep things fresh with a silly fun and completely random one shotter in a fantasy setting. Enjoy! 

“You dare to enter the domain of the Faerie Queen?!”

The thief rogue had been caught in the act. Frozen where he stood by the booming voice of the powerful creature, he could do nothing but watch as the host of faerie guards and guardian beasts surrounded him.

“Okay! You got me! I surrender!” He threw his arms up in the air to show he had no tricks up his sleeve.

“Oh, you’ll surrender, but not yet, my thief,” said the Queen, coming closer until she was nearly within reach of him. She gestured to two faerie guards, lithe creatures with pale purple skin in skimpy short breaches and vests that barely reached down past their nipples.

He gasped as two of their number held him from behind while others began to work his clothes off his body, leaving his bottom half completely naked. He blushed as his nether regions were laid bare by creatures that looked almost human, save for their color and their androgynous beauty. He didn’t even struggle because he was already transfixed by the lines of pearlescent faerie-warpaint that traced the line of muscle above the hip, flowing down to the hidden regions beneath their belts. He was incredibly aroused and desired nothing more than to see what those breeches hid from sight.

The faerie queen laughed. “Distracted already, are we? You would never stand a chance in battle with us. The paint made from the wings of the dream-butterfly has put you in quite the trance. And what have we here? Is this what passes for human malehood?” She flicked his erection with her long-nailed finger causing him to flinch instinctively. “This pathetic little thing? Our infants would have a more impressive package than that little thimble!”

Somewhere in the recesses of his mind he had enough sense to be embarrassed, and grunted, his cheeks turning a faint pink.

“No need to be embarrassed, human. I’ve got the perfect punishment for you. You shall wear diapers at all times, just like an infant. And you shall do so not because you must but because you will be completely infatuated by them. Nothing else will get that little thing of yours going. She gestured to the guards and they removed their belts, allowing their pants to drop. To his dismay, the thief felt nothing, as his member shriveled between his legs.

“Aww, don’t cry baby,” she said. She snapped her fingers and the nearest guards picked him up and carried him to a stone dias beside the chalice which he was trying to steal. He was so close to his quarry yet so far.

“What are you doing? NO! Stop that!” The thief struggled in vain as he was held down and a very thick diaper was brought forth.”

“This is for you, little boy,” said one of the guards. “You’re lucky the queen is here or we’d have our own fun before we diapered you.” He gripped the gigantic member in his pants and waggled it at the man, who only looked down in shame at his own two-inch softie.

He whined as the thick cushion was placed beneath his but, and begged for mercy to anyone who would listen, but he had no such luck. And the worst of it was… the faerie’s curse was working. The moment his body touched the padding he instantly got hard.

“Aww!” said another guard. “Isn’t that cute? The little guy likes his diapees!”

They all laughed as one of them shook powder out over his diaper-zone, leaving it white as snow.

“No! Please! Don’t make me wear it! It’s too humiliating!”

But despite his cries, the diaper was secured at his waist, the fluffy material snugly hugging all around his waist and between his legs.

“Please! I don’t wanna like diapers! I don’t wanna like…actually, these aren’t too bad!”

The faeries released him and he sat up, wiggling his hips experimentally.

“Well, little thief. What do you think?”

He blushed as he wiggled his butt, heard the crinkle, felt the press of the thick padding... then he looked up to the faerie queen and smiled a shy smile. “I… um… I like them…”

“I can see that, little one,” she said, looking down at the little bump poking out of the front of the diaper. “You’re a pokey boy, aren’t you?”

He nodded. She laughed derisively, putting her hand over her mouth. “Well, why don’t you show everyone how much you like your diapers? Hmm?”

With her permission granted, he reluctantly reached between his legs, and rubbed his stiffy through the diaper. He had never done it before and didn’t know what to expect, but the moment he did he realized that it was the best feeling he had ever felt down there.

“Ohh….” He said, making a funny face at the intense pleasure he was feeling. “Unh… f-feels…so…good!”

The crinkle of the diapers only spurred him on as he rubbed. Everything about the diapers made him more excited, his heart beating fast, those wonderful feelings of arousal and stimulation flowing from that little bump between his legs, building, like an itch that only grew in intensity the harder and faster he rubbed. Soon he had given up all pretense of modesty as he leaned back on one hand, his knees planted on the dias, legs open, hips thrust forward as he rubbed his diaper in full view of everyone. The faeries all smirked and snickered at the silly human’s antics, but he didn’t care. He just had to cum. He was so close now…

“And don’t forget to say thank you,” said the queen, waving a finger at him.

“Unh… th-thank you!” he managed to squeak out just as he reached his shuddering climax. The moment he did so he was immediately filled with shame and wanted to crawl out of there and hide in a hole.

“Aww, the little one is shy. Don’t worry, you’ll soon recharge your batteries and be as excited as ever about your diapees,” said the Faerie.

“What should we do with him?” asked one of the guards.

“Put him on display as a warning to anyone who would disrespect me. The humans who pass by can watch him debase himself for our amusement.”

“Wait!” cried the man as he was dragged off. “Please give me a chance to undo this curse!”

“I can’t, I’m afraid. You see, I didn’t place a curse!”

“W-what? What do you mean?”

“I just put you in diapers.”

“B-but you said…”

“I never said anything about a magical curse, now did I? I just said you would be infatuated with diapers. And it looks like my hunch was correct, diaper boy. Don’t worry, my guards will release you in a moon or so, but good luck thieving with all that loud crinkling beneath your pants!

The thief was led away, but you needn’t feel bad for him. He found it hard to be distraught for long, since he had been gifted with all the diapers and faerie dick he could ever want.