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The Girl on Campus (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2022-06-24 03:52:06 +0000 UTCThis is a followup commission to a previous story, which you can read here!
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Ding-ding!
Cynthia’s phone beeped cheerfully, indicating a text. She was just doing some light homework, nothing that took too much attention, so she checked it.
The text came from a contact saved as, ‘Diaper Boy’, and she grinned, her homework utterly forgotten as she read it.
‘So…you told me to tell you next time I’m wearing a diaper.’
Cynthia stood, shouldering her purse as she texted back. ‘I want to see - can you meet me at Solid Grounds?’
‘That’s the campus coffee shop, right?’
‘Yup!’
‘I can be there in like fifteen minutes.’
‘See you there!’
Giggling, Cynthia slipped on her shoes and left her dorm.
She’d been chatting on and off with Mark ever since she caught him wearing a diaper out on campus. He’d explained a little to head off her questions–apparently there was a whole world out there of diaper kinksters and people who just liked the feeling.
Mostly, Cynthia just thought it was cute how much he blushed.
The coffee shop was just a short walk from her dorm, and the weather was gorgeous, so she enjoyed the stroll. She beat Mark there by just a minute, spotting him walking up to the shop just as she was getting in line.
“Hey,” he said, glancing around as he walked up to join here.
Cynthia’s eyes drifted down to his waistband. He’d hidden his diaper a little more this time, and she probably wouldn’t have even noticed if she wasn’t looking for the puffiness beneath his jeans. “Hey, diaper boy.”
He turned pink, but she’d said it quietly, and nobody else heard. “H-hey!”
“You already said that.” She smirked. “Are you getting something?”
“I don’t drink coffee,” he said, uncertainly. “Do they have hot cocoa?”
Cynthia giggled. “You’re adorable.”
He blushed again, but it had a different character to it than the nervous embarrassment she’d witnessed a moment before. Reaching out, Cynthia grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, standing in line next to each other.
Mark was momentarily caught off guard by the hand holding, and he tensed for a long breath before relaxing. “Did you read the thing I sent you?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “But I’m not really interested in why someone on the internet likes diapers. I wanted to know why you like it.”
He squeaked again, looking around. The person ahead of them in line had headphones on, and nobody else would be close enough to hear.
“I guess it’s just…Like, freedom, but also embarrassment?” he said. “Like…”
“Like getting caught making a poopy diaper on campus?” she asked, smirking. “Gosh, that would be humiliating, wouldn’t it?”
“Uhhhh–” Mark mumbled, forgetting how to talk for a moment.
They reached the front of the line, and Cynthia leaned in. “Latte for me, hot cocoa for him.”
“Whipped cream on the cocoa?”
“Absolutely,” Cynthia said, taking out her card to pay.
Mark was still lost in the clouds, so she pulled him by the hand, leading him to the shop’s outdoor seating.
“Hey,” she said, snapping her fingers a couple times. “Earth to diaper boy, use your words, okay?”
“I…yeah…” he said. “Thanks for the cocoa.”
“Call it my ticket, to the show,” Cynthia replied.
He tilted his head, glancing around. “The show?”
She laughed. “You’re going to do it again, right?”
“Do–” he turned pink. “No! Last time–”
“Last time you got me interested.” Cynthia fluttered her eyebrows, toying with him a bit. “You wouldn’t deny me the show, would you?”
He turned pink. “I mean…”
“Just use your diaper,” she pushed. “We’re outside, there’s a breeze, nobody will notice. You want to, don’t you?”
He nodded, hesitantly.
“So do it!”
Mark swallowed, glancing around one last time, then shut his eyes and leaned forward. His expression screwed up as he focused, concentrating on doing what she’d asked, on filling up his diaper.
The breeze kept it mild, but sitting only a couple feet away, Cynthia still got a solid whiff of his accident. Pinching her nose for show, she giggled. “Gross!”
“You said–” he started.
“It was cute, diaper boy,” she cut in. “You stink, but in a fun way.”
He turned even pinker than before, if that was possible. Looking down, he asked, “So…um. My roommate is out for a while.”
“And?” she asked, though she had an idea where it was going.
“And…last time, you’d said you might, um…”
“I might change your stinky diaper?” she asked. “I dunno, it smells pretty bad from all the way over here.”
“Er, okay,” he said, shifting back. She noticed him squirm, and the little flicker of pleasure as he sank into his mushy diaper.
“I’m teasing,” she said, glancing in at the coffee shop. “Sure, I can do that. I’ll just bring a clothes pin. Our order’s ready–how about I go grab it, then you can show me how to change your diaper butt, ok?”
He nodded, meekly. “O-okay.”
She got to her feet. “Wait right here, diaper boy. I’ll be right back.”
