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Gordon had been the star quarterback and MVP of his high school football team. He got a scholarship from Florida State to play football there. He got to pick and choose any girl he wanted. He had a bright career and future ahead of him, playing the sport he loved.

How did he end up here with a thick diaper sticking out from underneath his tutu as he pirouetted as the title character in Tchaikovsky's ballet The Sleeping Beauty?

It first started during a preseason practice his freshman year when he was nineteen years old. After the senior quarterback Sam was mysteriously absent several practices in a row, Coach decided to give Gordon a try at the position. 

"Looks like Sam couldn't handle the pressure, so he abandoned the team," Coach ranted in the locker room. "That's because he wasn't a team player! We win as a team and..."

"We lose as a team!" the players responded in unison.

Gordon took the field, ready and willing to prove that he had what it took to be the starting quaterback. He was performed well during their scrimmage, completing his passes and gaining yards before all of a sudden - one of his offensive guards missed a block. Gordon was tackled to the ground and his helmet flew off before his cranium smashed against the ground.

Gordon was taken to the hospital where he was told he had suffered a mild concussion. The doctors told him he couldn't play football again until a whole month later.

He moaned and complained, knowing that he would have to get back on the field sooner than that if he wanted to prove he was capable of being the starting QB. But the doctors assured him that it would be too dangerous and that he could experience more severe symptoms from any more impact to his head.

After one week of pacing around his dorm and receiving practice updates via text, Gordon knew he had to get back to practice. There was only one more practice until the beginning of the season and he wanted to be the starter on game day - doctor's orders be damned! He packed up his gear and headed for practice.

"Team, let's all welcome Gordon back!" Coach announced.

Gordon's return prompted a light, pattering applause. But Gordon didn't care. Coach placed him as QB during the scrimmage and he would finally be able to show that he was starting material.

The freshman hadn't lost a beat in terms of completing passes - it was like he hadn't missed a single practice. But each and every tackle made his head ring out in pain. Gordon began to feel dizzy and nauseous, but he had to push through! He had to prove himself to Coach. He continued playing with the inside of his head thumping over and over again like a heartbeat. A few more tackles to the ground and the scrimmage was finally over.

Gordon lay down on his dorm room bed that night with an ice pack to his head. His brain felt like it was going through the worst hangover ever, but it was worth it. Game day was three days away and he would be able to give his head much more rest before then. He fell asleep, exhausted.

He woke up to a cold and damp bed. Puzzled, he quickly threw off his soaked bedsheets to uncover a puddle emanating from his pants. He couldn't believe it. He had pissed the bed? He hadn't done that since he was four years old! His brain throbbed as if to remind him of the culprit - with his concussion, he was unable to hold his bladder through the night.

Changing to a clean pair of pants and undies, he immediately began gathering his wet linen and clothes to take to the shared laundry room.

Gordon read a book as his pee-stained fabrics tumbled in one of the dorm's washing machines. The jock would normally avoid reading books - it was for nerds! - but he had to avoid screens in hopes that his concussion would fade before the game.

He looked up from the novel for a moment when another freshman entered the laundry room. She wore a crop top jersey and a pair of baggy sweatpants - standard "laundry day" attire but it still caught Gordon's attention. She was just his type!

Gordon put down his book and shot her a signature nod, smile, and wink. The girl gave him a quick scan before bursting out into a giggle fit. Gordon scoffed. That usually works, he thought. He gave himself a look to see what was the matter. Was it his hair? Did his loose-fitting clothes not accentuate his muscles?

He audibly gasped as he noticed for the first time that his new pair of pants were drenched. He had peed his pants again! Only this time he was awake and completely unaware of doing it - not to mention it was in front of a cute girl.

Gordon returned to his dorm with clean sheets and clothes - well, aside from the ones he was wearing. Gordon could only hope that this situation was temporary, but with game day approaching, he knew he had to come up with a solution. His reputation would never survive everyone on campus discovering he was a potty-pants dork! Embarrassed to admit out loud, Gordon knew there was only one way to hide his incontinence.

Adult diapers.

Gordon walked to the pharmacy, decked out in a beanie, sunglasses, and coat, despite the fact that it was August in Florida. He couldn't afford to be recognized as he stood helplessly as the cashier rang up his diapers. He raced home, his focus entirely placed on not going potty in his pants until he could change.

He stripped down and opened up one of the packs the second he made it into his dorm room. He lay down and placed the diaper underneath himself before taking a brief pause - he couldn't believe he was doing it. He could only imagine how much he would bully someone if he caught them wearing thick, padded diapers around campus. Pushing the thoughts aside, he lifted the tapes and secured the infantile garment around himself.

Game day had arrived and Gordon showed up to the locker room already in uniform as to not expose the diaper underneath to his teammates. Even with his padded football pants, Gordon was worried that diapered bottom would be noticeable. But, just a few comments about how it was weird he hadn't changed in the locker room and it seemed that he had gotten away with it.

Coach started Gordon and he played a great game. The team won 28-24 and the enthusiasm from the team was electric as they galloped and hollered their way back into the locker room. Meanwhile, Gordon waddled behind as his sopping wet diaper squelched between his legs. He attempted to act natural - grabbing his clothes so that he could head home and change before anyone noticed anything.

"Victory party at my place!" one player shouted to a chorus of cheers.

"You coming, bro?" another played asked Gordon. Shit, Gordon thought. I'd need to change here if I went out with these guys.

"Nah, I'm gonna stay and run some drills," Gordon lied.

"Man, you are committed!" he responded. "Try and come by later."

Gordon hung back in the locker room until everyone had left. It was nearly 1 in the morning before the last person departed the locker room. Gordon quickly looked around every nook to make sure no one was around before taking off his cleats and dropping his pants to reveal his engorged, yellow diaper underneath. Even Gordon gagged slightly as he untaped the heavy, sagging diaper.

"Excuse me?" a voice called out.

Gordon immediately raised the front of the diaper to his stomach in order to cover his exposed penis. Although, with a few more seconds of thought, he conceded showing off his dick would have been slightly less embarrassing than exposing his wet diaper.

The voice came from the water boy, a scrawny, little freshman who had peered in from behind the lockers. How had Gordon not seen him? His face burned bright red.

"I...It..It's not what it looks like," Gordon stammered.

"It looks like the starting quarterback threw a winning touchdown with a wet diaper under his pants," the water boy responded.

Gordon threw his head back in frustration. Normally, he would beat the shit out of this little punk. But, he wasn't feeling especially macho with his full diaper exposed. He would have to beg.

"Listen," Gordon said, taking a deep breath. "What's your name?"

"Kurt," the water boy responded.

"Kurt," Gordon addressed him. "Please, I'm asking nicely - you can't tell anyone about this, ok? I just need them temporarily while I heal from a head injury."

The longest moment of Gordon's life passed before Kurt simply responded, "Ok."

"Ok? OK!" Gordon shouted with relief. "Oh man, I really can't tell you how m-"

"But," Kurt interrupted, bringing Gordon's cheer to a screeching halt. "I'll need something from you."

Gordon fumed. This little bitch wanted to blackmail him? Now, he really wanted to kill him. But he knew he couldn't - or else he'd squeal. "What do you want then?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Gordon was shocked by the response: "You'll need to come to me for all your diaper changes."

"What? What the fuck? Why would you w-"

"Starting now," Kurt commanded, marching his way over to the locker room bench where Gordon had been sitting. "Arms up."

Gordon was at a loss for words. "That's really what you want? To change my-" Gordon couldn't even bring himself to finish the sentence. "Look, I could get you whatever you want. I can wingman you with any girl on campus, get you into any party..."

"Not my scene," Kurt responded. "Now, arms up. Or do you want everyone on the team to know that their starting QB pisses his pants like a baby?"

Gordon let out a deep sigh before complying, lifting his arms like a toddler getting undressed for bathtime. He felt completely emasculated by the shorter dude as he removed his jersey and pads, leaving him completely naked in the middle of the locker room sitting on top of his own wet diaper.

Kurt dug into Gordon's bag to find a clean diaper. He instructed Gordon to sit up so that he could remove the used diaper and swap it out for the new one. Gordon felt like the water boy's bitch as he followed his every command. He had no choice or else he would be ran off the team. Kurt lifted the front of the diaper, sealing it into place.

Many practices went by and, after each one, Gordon would have to hang around until it was just him and Kurt so that Kurt could change him out of his dirty diapers and into a fresh, new one. Gordon had no idea why Kurt had him do this and it was extremely embarrassing, but if it would get Kurt to keep his mouth shut, then Gordon would silently abide the short and painless diaper changes.

Things escalated quickly though. After a week of this agreement, Kurt added stipulations - namely, that Gordon would suck him off after each diaper change.

"You're out of your mind!" Gordon exclaimed. "I'm not gay! There's no way in hell I'd do that!"

"Fine," Kurt said. "Then, the whole team is going to know that I've been changing the quaterback's diapers every day after practice."

Gordon simmered. There's no way he could actually go through with this.

"No one on the team will know," Kurt reassured him.

Gordon was in disbelief, but yet again he had no choice. Kurt pulled down his own pants once Gordon reluctantly agreed. Gordon was now diapered, on his knees, with Kurt's eleven-inch cock dangling in front of his face. Gordon was taken aback with shock. How did this dweeb have such a large dick? Gordon had never really looked at anyone's besides his own, but it was about as big as the dudes have in porn... and about three times as big as his own. Kurt knowing Gordon had a small willy was one of the more humiliating parts of the diaper changes. Knowing that Kurt's was so much bigger... he really was the water boy's bitch now.

Not having done this before, Gordon was hesitant as he slowly approached Kurt's cock with his open mouth. Gordon gagged as the dick slid inside.

"Come on, don't be a baby," the water boy said ironically to the diapered quaterback.

Suppressing his gag reflex, Gordon took the dick in his mouth again. He slowly started to bob his head up and down on it, simply copying what he had seen girls do on the Internet. He picked up speed and added his tongue at Kurt's request, slobbering and drooling all over the man's member in the process. After a long while, hot semen exploded down Gordon's throat, causing Gordon to squirm in disgust as Kurt moaned in ecstatic pleasure.

Gordon threw himself away from the water boy as he panted. He couldn't believe it. He had gone from ladie's man jock to sucking the water boy's dick in diapers.

"Not great," Kurt broke the silence nonchalantly. "Don't worry, though. You'll have a lot of time to get better."

And so, their agreement changed from that point on. Practice would end, everyone would leave, a clean diaper would go on, and Gordon would systematically get on his knees to suck on Kurt's throbbing rod. Gordon even surrendered himself to more humiliating outfits that Kurt dressed him in over time - from frilly skirts to tights to full-done makeup. Gordon didn't even have the wherewithal to complain anymore - he had given up his shame long before this.

After months of this, Gordon got a text from Kurt on his way to practice. "Skip practice. Meet me at the campus dance center... or else," it read.

Attached was a POV picture Kurt had snapped of Gordon with his mouth around Kurt's dick with a full view of Gordon's diapered bottom poking out.

"Fuck!" Gordon shouted. He didn't want to miss practice, but there was no putting up a fight. Kurt would get what he wanted.

Gordon met Kurt backstage at the dance center where he held a tutu, ballet shoes, and frilly gloves.

"You know the drill," Kurt instructed.

"My diaper's clean," Gordon yelled, with a lack of shame that shocked even himself.

"Doesn't matter," Kurt responded. "Clothes off."

Looking around to make sure they were alone, Gordon did as instructed. Kurt put the girly ensemble over his diaper, which was completely visible through his tights, before telling Gordon to sit down for his makeover.

Kurt couldn't stop grinning as he applied Gordon's mascara. He occasionally had to stop as Gordon turned his head to make sure that no one would see how ridiculous he looked dressed like this.

"Are you excited for your performance?" Kurt said, interrupting Gordon's thoughts.

Performance? Was he talking about the upcoming game? Or more likely, the blowjob he was about to give Kurt.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gordon asked for clarification.

"Oh, poor innocent Gordy..." Kurt responded vaguely. "I've been planning this for a long time. Who do you think loosened your helmet that day at practice? Or how you didn't notice me in the locker room when you were changing your diaper?"

Gordon shot up out of his seat and backed away from Kurt. Had that bitch really planned this whole thing?

Kurt just chuckled. "You really don't recognize me, do you?"

Gordon just watched wide-eyed as Kurt took out a pair of spectacles and put them over his eyes before combing his hair to the side instead of a faux hawk as he normally had it. Shock overcame Gordon. He recognized him! One of his classmates from high school.

Kurt sighed. "You made my life hell and still you don't remember my name! Peter Rowland! The gay kid you and your little band of jocks used to make miserable."

It was true. It all came back to Gordon in a flash. He used to score a bunch of points with the guys on his high school football team by making a joke out of the queer kid. Knocking his notebooks out of his hands and onto the floor, shoving his head into a locker, but mostly the nicknames... It was an easy way to get laughs out of the guys. Gordon suddenly remembered all his clever little macro-aggressive monikers: Princess Pete, fairy boy... ballerina.

Gordon took another look at himself. Now, he was the ballerina. A diapered one who couldn't make it to the potty on time. One who could suck a dick dry and swallow afterwards without blinking. The tables had turned.

"Look, Kurt... Pete..." Gordon corrected himself. "I'm... I'm really sorry for all that. I was a dumb teenager. I wasn't trying to hurt anybody."

"Blah, blah, blah," Peter mocked back. "Save all the tears for the show, princess. I'm finally going to get payback for the four years of misery you caused me. You think you're this big, tough, cool jock. But I want everyone to see what you really are underneath... what I've made you - a diaper-wetting fairy princess!"

"No!" Gordon fought back. "No one can see me like this! That was the deal!"

"The deal's off," Peter announced. "In five minutes, the curtain's going to rise and an audience of hundreds, including your little football friends, are going to watch you tap dance your way around the stage in your tutu and diapie."

Gordon gulped. "And why would I do that? No reason to go out in this and embarrass myself if you're going to tell everyone anyway."

"That's the best part," Peter said as he approached Gordon. He forcefully grabbed the crotch of Gordon's diaper, causing Gordon to jump. "You're going to do it because I said so. You've so easily submitted to all of my demands until now. Think of how little you argued when I took control of your diaper changes or shoved my cock in your mouth. You act like a tough guy, but you're actually just my little bitch. So, you can leave, go back to the football team, and try to act like you're still one of them. But you and I both know, there's no going back. Just accept that you're my little pampered princess now and forever."

The backstage area was silent. Tears formed in Gordon's eyes. He knew Peter was right. He wasn't the star jock he wanted to be. Nobody else on his team would have found themselves in this position. They would've put up a fight, but not him. He lay down and let himself become another man's baby bitch.

So, as the orchestra started playing and the other ballet dancers poured backstage, Gordon got into his place for curtain call and Peter made his way to his seat to get a front row view of his fine work.

The curtain rose and Peter was a blubbering mess. He could only see the blur of maroon football jerseys that made up nearly the entire first row through his tears. A roar of murmurs, gasps, but mostly laughs overcame the music of Le baptême de la Princesse Aurore. Gordon heard "smile for Daddy!' before a flash went off in the direction of where Peter was sat.

As the dancers began their routine, Gordon was frozen center stage, overwhelmed by the attention that exposing his true babygirl self had drawn. Suddenly, he felt a familiar sensation. More gasps. Gordon tilted his head down to see that his diaper was overflowing, leaking through his tights and creating a small puddle of piss onstage. Another flash from Peter's seat. More laughter from the football team.

Left sobbing onstage in a tutu after leaking through his diaper, Gordon's career as a quarterback ended before it started. He would be lucky if he was able to flourish as a ballerina after this display. In that moment, he knew what he truly was - Daddy's sissy little baby.