May 14, 2021: Hair Trigger Cream Pt. 2 (Patreon)

Continuation of November 3, 2020, "Hair Trigger Cream"

"I said, I want you to keep using the cream," Kyle said, more forcefully as he grabbed the crotch of my diaper.

"No way, dude!" I replied trying to push his hand away.. "I'm halfway to having a clit already. Why would I want to shrink my bits even m- unhhhh..." I doubled over as he squeezed my diaperfront, going weak in the knees and leaning on him for support.

"Because you don't have a choice," he said, giving my diaper another light squeeze and milking another shot of cum from my tight shrunken balls. "Or should I take away all your diapers and underwear and leave you with a real problem when you have to go back to work?"

"W-why would you do that?" I whispered between ragged breaths as the spasms died down.

"Because I think it's hot," he whispered into my ear. "The idea of my best friend... being cum in continent... shrinking his dick down into a clitty... being stuck in diapers becasue he can't control his stickies..." Each phrase he uttered was accompanied by another squeeze as he slowly milked me into my diaper. I could feel the front growing slick with my semen already.

"S-stop... please... it's too much... stimulation... nnnnghhh..."

He laid me down gingerly on the bed, which had quite a few cumstains on the sheets from my nocturnal emissions. "Okay, Buster. I'll tell you what. Open up your diaper. Put on the hair trigger cream... and I'll let you rest."

I tried to object but saw him reaching for my diaper again and held out my hand. "Okay! Okay... I'll... I'll put on the cream..." I blushed as red as my shrunken dick and balls as Kyle eagerly watched me open up my diaper.

"Oh my god, dude! You're tiny! It looks like you got a baby dick and ball transplant!"

"Shhhut up, dude," I said, pissed off that he had even had me try the stupid clit sensitizing cream in the first place. You'll be amazed, he said. You'll come buckets, he said. Technically, he hadn't lied.

Kyle handed me the tube of cream, and I squirted a bit onto my hand. I looked up at him one more time hoping he'd show some sign of mercy but no dice. Reluctantly, I spread the cream all over my penis.

"Get the head. Yeah that's good. And the balls too. Perfect. Might as well go for your nips as well."

"My nipples?" I asked, stunned. "Why..."

"Because I said so," he said with a grin.

"I don't think-"

"And just for that you're going to keep putting gel on three times a day until that tube runs out. Congrats. You'd better learn to stop thinking fast."

I grumbled and rubbed the gel on my nipples. The gel felt warm, a very light burning sensation on my nipples and my bits. Not unpleasant but definitely there. I grimaced as I imagined how sensitive my chest was going to become. I wouldn't even be able to wear a normal shirt anymore, probably.

"Haha, I can't wait, dude," he said. "Pretty soon, you're gonna be cuming your pants just from touching your nips. Now keep rubbing or I'm going to post all these pics I just took of you sitting on a diaper holding your baby dick. I think they'll be especially popular on all your dating profiles."

"Come on, man. It's not funny," I whined, sitting there in my cum-covered padding as I rubbed my nipples. "I let you have my password in confidence."

"That's enough cream for now. Better tape back up, bud," he said. "We're going shopping."

I groaned. "Dude, why?! I just want to lay here until this stupid shit goes away. You've had your fun."

"Hey, man," he said. "I'm trying to help You're going to need to wear something that doesn't set you off every five seconds. Not to mention you're going to need way more diapers."

"Yeah, right. I'll bet this is another trick," I said. No way I was going to go out with Kyle after this stunt he pulled.

"Okay, suit yourself," he said, shrugging his shoulders and walking toward the door. "I was gonna let you pick, but I'm happy to make the choices myself. And when I come back you're going to what I got you without complaint."

"N-no way dude!" I said. "I'm not letting you pick all the clothes. You better be right about these clothes helping out, though. I swear to god if this is another trick, I'll beat your ass.

"Oh really?" he said, grabbing my padded cummy crotch again.

All the strength sapped out of me as I hugged onto him, yelling and squeezing my butt cheeks tight enough to crack a walnut as I came hard.

"Look at you. You're as weak as a kitten!" he said, smiling down at me as he ruffled my hair. "No, don't fix it. I like it like that. Go get dressed and be quick about it. If you don't make it to the car by the time it's started, I'm leaving without you."

I rushed to get dressed as fast as my legs could carry me, enduring several spasms and spurts into my diaper as I did so.