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Jude and the Jock (Commission)
🕑 Added 2020-06-22 18:00:03 +0000 UTCThis one should mostly stand alone. I think the only thing that isn't well established is that Jude is an imp, not a human, but that's not a major story element. Just enjoy some teasing, some stinky diapers, and a little chastity play. ;)
“Aww, is the baby stuck?”
The jock loomed over Jude, grinning down at him. Jude glared back up, anger all but glowing in his face. “Let me go!”
The threatening demands might have carried more weight if he wasn’t currently locked in an oversized baby bouncer.
Restraints around his feet ensured that he couldn’t stand or get out, and the pink mittens on his hands were clipped to the front of the bouncer so that he couldn’t meddle with any of the locks or straps that kept him in place.
The cage locked tightly beneath his double-thick layer of disposable diapers was almost entirely symbolic. Jude couldn’t touch himself no matter how much he wanted to, except to grind against the seat of the bouncer.
“Aww, is the baby fussy?” the quarterback asked, leaning in and pushing on the bouncer so that Jude rocked up and down. “Maybe you want me to rub your belly?”
“N-no!” Jude yelped, shaking his head. There were four suppositories brewing inside him already, causing cramps that made him shudder from ears to tail. Any more pressure, and he was bound to lose control.
“No?” The jock laughed. “Why’s that, baby? Are you going to have an accident?”
Jude shook his head, though the pressure building inside him was a sign that he didn’t have long. Diaper crinkling, he fussed and tried once more to wriggle free of the bouncer, but it only made him rock up and down a little more. “Let me go, or I’ll-”
“Or you’ll what? Make your diapers all stinky? Drool all over yourself trying to hump the bouncer in your little cage?” The jock laughed, standing straight. “We both know you can’t really hold it. You might pretend otherwise, but you’re just a baby who can’t help but fill up his diapers.”
“No-” Jude blushed, shaking his head as another cramp rocked his body. “No, I’m not, I-”
There was no use. He couldn’t fight it anymore. Another cramp rocked his body, and Jude could only bend forward slightly and whimper as he began to fill up his diapers.
Warm muck, made soft by the suppositories, flooded the back of his diaper. Forced to sit in it, Jude grunted as the mess was smooshed forward and back, into every nook and cranny of his padding. Rocked forward by another intense cramp, the pressure redoubled, filling his diapers even more.
Enough mush was dumped into the padding that it lifted him a little in the bouncer, lifting his toes another half inch off the ground. It was only then that the smell started to hit him, an unmistakable stink filling the air around Jude’s bouncer.
Pinching his nose, the jock laughed. “See? What did I tell you?”
“N-no…” Jude whimpered, grunting as the last bits of mess were forced out into the padding. As a last loss of dignity, he felt himself twitch beneath the cage and begin to wet the diaper, his body giving up completely on any potty training he might have had a moment before.
“Man, that stinks,” the jock snickered. “I bet you wish you could hold your nose right now, huh?”
Nodding weakly, Jude wriggled, trying to find a way to sit so that he wasn’t pressing his whole weight into his mess.
Noticing this reluctance, the jock pushed down on the bouncer as far as the springs would allow and released, so that Jude hopped up in the air and came back down heavily, diaper smushing all around, going back up and down a few more times.
Mewling helplessly, Jude only wished he could curl up in a ball and hide forever.
“Fine,” the jock said, grinning. “Since you were a very good baby and filled your diapers so much, I think you deserve a little reward.”
“I… will you let me out of my cage?” Jude asked, eyes sparkling hopefully.
“Hah! Not that little,” the jock teased.
Jude frowned, trying to guess what it could be. “Then… you’ll change my diaper?”
“What? Are you joking? I just put you in that one,” the jock pointed out. “No way, you’re in that ‘till bedtime, baby.”
“Then…” Jude frowned. “What?”
“You get to have some ice cream!” the jock declared. “I’ll even feed it to you, so I don’t have to let you have your hands back. How’s that sound?”
