#I hate sitting in wet undies I feel like I’m wearing a diaper

[atlafan]

having a vagina is so fucking annoying sometimes I swear to fucking god!

[carelessannie]

not really a prompt i guess but Tony introducing pull-ups/diapers in Peter’s first heat ??

Oooooo okay I like this. Of course I went a little overboard, so here’s a drabble for you anon!

I also picture this going with the drabble I did for @femmeparker’s prompt here, although you don’t have to read it first. It’s all fluffy and from Peter’s POV anyways

Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: possible Starkercest, possible Underage with A/B/O dynamics, mild smut, mild medical kink, daddy kink, strange uses of feminine products 👀👀

Another. He looks down into the hamper, breath catching on a sob as he takes in four, five, six! Six pairs of soaking wet underwear, wadded up and stuck together, smelling overwhelmingly of his shame and slick.

Peter looks back down the hallway— no sign of Daddy— and runs to the laundry closet, snatching a few more towels. He ran out of toilet paper and napkins an hour ago, and needs something, anything, to help with the mess.

It’s odd, slipping a towel between his bare legs, tying it up high on his waist and feeling it rub, scratchy and stiff, against his delicate parts. They hurt to touch now, but he doesn’t care. At least he isn’t dripping anymore.

The door slams, and Peter blinks. Oh, he forgot Daddy ran out to the store. He can hear his Daddy’s low voice, urgent and severe— he must be on the phone.

“... but all they had was extra strength... no, I didn’t... okay, Doc, but if this doesn’t work...”

And Peter zones out, waddling with big steps back to the master bed. He sips on the bright pink Gatorade sitting on the nightstand, hoping that if he drinks a lot, like Daddy said, the cramps will go away.

They don’t. He clutches his stomach, yelping as stabbing pain shoots through his insides. Peter curls into a ball and tries to breathe, pressing down hard until the pain starts to fade, replaced slowly with a steady warmth and soothing voice at his back.

“Mmm, Daddy?” he rolls over, searching blindly for his Daddy’s embrace. He isn’t disappointed. Daddy sweeps him up, pressing kisses into his hair and all over his face that help distract from the cramping and the sweatiness.

“Yeah, baby— I’m here. M’sorry I had to go, but I’m back.”

Peter shivers a bit at Daddy’s tone, remembering the shower they took earlier before he left for the store. His Daddy was so gentle, so sweet, and Peter can’t help the small moans that escape him as Daddy pulls him closer, tucking him into strong, safe arms.

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart,” Daddy whispers, putting one hand down the back of the towel-undies around Peter’s waist. Peter mewls, squirming at the touch, but Daddy just shushes him again, “Just checking if you’ve soaked it yet, Petey. Dr. Winston had a suggestion I wanted to try— can we do that?”

Peter looks up into Daddy’s wide, all-knowing eyes, and can’t help but smile. He nods, eager to please.

“Okay, here,” Daddy puts him on his back, stepping off the bed and reaching into his shopping bags. He shuffles around before throwing a few items on the bed— baby powder, wipes and tissues, ointment, mysteriously wrapped objects, and a few...

Peter gasps, “Daddy, no!” and gets up, meaning to crawl away. He feels firm hands on his hips, reeling him back in, and he cries louder, embarrassed at what the small items imply.

Daddy simply turns him on his back again, untying the towel and wrestling Peter on top of it.

“Peter. Hey, sweetheart,” he tries, and Peter flails harder, refusing to look at... it.

But Daddy grabs his hands, holding them together, and forces Peter to still, looking deep in his eyes. The ache is back, strong between his legs and horrifyingly shameful, because Daddy can see it, can smell it. Peter just sobs harder, wishing Daddy would hold him again.

“I will, baby,” Daddy promises, answering the plea Peter accidentally said out loud, “but you have to trust me. The Doctor said that sometimes Omegas have to wear special undies, to help them with their heats. I want to help you, Peter— can you tell me why you don’t want the undies?”

Peter sniffles, shaking his head and mumbling, “Big boys don’t wear diapers, Daddy.”

Daddy’s face softens, lips turning into an indulgent smile, “But remember, Petey, only big boys have heats like you do. And this isn’t a diaper, no. It’s special underwear, just for good Omegas like you.”

“... it’ll help with the... t-the slick?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, helps you feel better, too. Remember when I put my finger in you? How good that felt?”

“— Daddy!”

“Just like that, Petey. Then we can tuck in and go to sleep.”

Peter thinks about it. He hates the thought of wearing a diaper like a little boy, but Daddy said it’s underwear for good Omegas. He makes up his mind— laying back on the towel and spreading his legs for Daddy to see.

“Such a good Omega, Pete. I’m gonna talk through this, and you tell me if it hurts, okay baby?”

“M’kay, Daddy.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter watches Daddy grab the tissues and wipes.

“I’m just gonna clean you up, Petey. Make sure there’s nothing dirty down here.”

Daddy pushes his legs back, urging Peter to hold himself open. The air is cold on his exposed hole, and the touch of the tissue is shocking on his skin. He stares up at the ceiling as Daddy first dries him, then uses a wipe to clean him up, the cold and wet contrasting wickedly with the heat and fever at war in his body.

He shakes. “Daddy... I-I’m... I can’t...”

Daddy just leans forward and gives a small kiss under his thigh, patting his hip with a quick, “shh, you’re doing great,” before throwing the used tissue away.

He picks up a tube of ointment next, “I’m going to put this on the red spots that hurt, Peter. It’ll help them feel better.”

Daddy starts near his puffy entrance, massaging the thick liquid into his rim and even dipping a finger inside once or twice. Peter can barely control his noises, distantly hearing himself making an animal whining sound as Daddy squeezes more ointment on his fingers, rubbing them gently along his private parts. Behind his tiny balls, at the crease of his thighs, and along his cock— now straining and hard in Daddy’s grip— merciless hands rub and grope his vulnerable places. It’s teasing, but feels oh so good.

“Do you want to release, Peter?” Daddy murmurs, stroking his tiny cock firmly in one hand. Peter’s not sure. He just feels empty, and tells Daddy as much.

“Okay, okay. The Doctor recommended these—” he holds up the small, wrapped package, “and said they would be a perfect fit. I’m gonna put one inside, sweetheart. If it hurts, you have to tell me. Promise?”

“Mmm promise, Daddy.” Peter sighs, letting Daddy move his legs again, squeezing them together.

There’s a soft ripping noise as Daddy opens the package, and then he feels a cold pressure against his hole. “It’s gonna push inside a bit, and then I’ll push the plunger. This will send the piece of cotton deep inside, and will leave a small string on the outside for when we need to get it back, okay?”

Peter grips his legs tighter, “Kay, Daddy,” he agrees, breathing harder as the piece of plastic slides easily inside. It feels like Daddy’s fingers, but harder and unforgiving. And it doesn’t stop. Peter’s breath picks up as he feels the cotton press up against something, hard enough he can almost feel it in his throat.

Then the pushing stops. Daddy pulls the plastic out, leaving the little bit of cotton deep inside, and lets Peter lower his legs.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Uh,” Peter wiggles, eyes rolling back as he feels it rub against his insides, filling him up, “s’good, Daddy. Feels full.”

Daddy just smiles, giving him a quick kiss. “Such a good Omega for me.”

Peter smiles back and hums, “What about the... the um... the undies?” He blushes, hiding his face and thinking about the last item lying on the bed.

He’s met with a chuckle from Daddy, “Alright, lift up one more time,” and Peter complies, grabbing his knees and letting Daddy back between his legs.

“I’m gonna powder you up and put the undies on, Peter. Then we’re going to drink the rest of this Gatorade and go to sleep.”

Peter pouts, thinking of the achy need between his legs, the need for release. But Daddy knows what’s best— he’ll take care of Peter when the time comes. While he’s busy focusing on his own needy cock and hole, Daddy keeps talking, applying powder and lowering Peter’s legs down into the cradle of his special undies.

Daddy kisses his tummy, blowing a raspberry just like when Peter was a baby, and moves lower to take Peter’s small cock into his mouth with just one slurp.

Peter’s whole body jumps, shocked at the sudden scorching pleasure, and it takes less than a minute before Peter’s emptying his release into Daddy’s mouth with a quiet whimper. He collapses down on the bed, spent and tired, as Daddy carefully wraps him up, pulling the undies snug around his waist.

He’s eyelids start to droop, struggling to stay open as Daddy helps him drink the last few sips of Gatorade. He clings to Daddy’s chest, thankful for the skin on skin contact, and feels his lips latch onto Daddy’s scent gland on his neck, suckling greedily as his eyes slip shut, wrapping him and Daddy, together, in the inevitable darkness of sleep.

[yamithediaperdork]

My little Brothers revenge- Final

The next day at school time dragged by for Justin. while his teacher was tickled pink that he'd done so well on his extra credit work, Grizz's hadn't been met with the same gushing, and more of a "well at least you tried and I appreciate the effort you put in."

Needless to say this didn't help mend any fences between Grizz and Justin and come noon hour Rayne was even angrier. It had only been the fact that Rayne was one more suspension for fighting at school and he'd be expelled that saved Justin from a ass kicking.

With all the grades going to the same school and the lunch hours the same, Justin found himself hanging out with Alex's group ironically, and even then they only allowed it because Alex had let them in on what he had planned for Justin.

As it got closer and closer to 3 Justin toyed with trying to get himself detention so he'd have to stay after school and put off his upcoming humiliation but then pictured trying to explain it to his parents and that wasn't a fun mental picture either.

As the final bell rang and the loser's club met up to walk Justin home, claiming to be his honor guard to protect him, Justin mentally wondered what he had done to deserve all this.

Their dad worked 9 to five five days a week so he wasn't home as the boys arrived, and Mom had recently taken up a part time job working 12 to 5 herself.

She had waited till Justin was old enough to be trusted to look after Alex, though if she had known what was about to happen she might not of been as eager to start a job.

"Alright BABY brother..ready for your first of many, many diapers?" Alex asked as they got inside, practically bouncing he was so excited.

"Would it make a difference if I said no?" Justin groaned, though he had accepted this was happening.

"heh, not in the least bit! Max, would you be a pal and go and get ohhh.. i dunno, what do you guys think would be a good number of diapers for widdle Justin to wear?" Alex chuckled, looking at Max, Kyle and Lyle.

"Well we want him padded for awhile so I say one." Max said, nodding thoughtfully.

"Bull dooky on that!" Kyle giggled. "10!"

Justin paled at that and whined loudly.

"Uhhh I like the idea of that.. but I think we're gonna have to be more realistic." Lyle said, rubbing the back of his head. "3?"

"Heh, all good suggestions. Max, I know we want this to last awhile but i also want a waddle in his set. Kyle, I like how you think but maybe save that for when mom and dad aren't gonna be around. we don't want him busted in diapers right off the bat. I think we'll just go double diapers for now and see how that works." Alex said and nodded to Max.

With Max heading down into the basement to get the diapers from where they'd been stashed, Alex had the twins go and make sure doors were locked and curtains were pulled, then go down into the basement and pick out some baby toys for widdle Justin.

"ah come on, playing with baby toy's in the living room?" Justin whined.

"I can always have you play in the front yard." Alex said with a smug grin.

"..Oh boy! playing in the living room! weeee!" Justin said quickly, sweat dropping.

"That's what I thought. Lose the pants and undies."

getting the diapers on Justin's big butt turned out to be a bit harder then Alex had figured, and he wasn't sure if he was gonna trust them for a stinky accident though he was positive they'd hold up to wet ones.

'eh, so i just make him a pants pisser. win some, lose some.' Alex thought with a grin.

He was currently using a role of light green masking tape and after using it to make sure the sides of the diapers were fixed on tight, he was running it around Justin's waist so they're would be no quick and easy getting out of the diapers and Alex would know if he had taken them off without permission.

Just to make sure he had each of the loser club sign they're named in pen on the waist band as Justin turned red as a cherry and had his hands to his face looking ready to cry.

"Now Little Justin.. I want you to TRY and be a big boy and use the potty for uh-oh's." Alex said as he finished signing his name.

"What!? After he made-" Lyle started up.

"-Us poop ourselves!?" Kyle finished, both twins filed with righteous anger.

"Justin would be too toxic to hide it, plus I'm not sure the diapers will take a load of back door fudge without leaking. anyone wanna clear that up?" Alex asked.

"heh, yeah guys, Alex has a point. sides, you two DID turn Judas on us so consider crapping yourself karma." max added.

"For the record, I am perfectly fine with crapping in the potty." Justin chimed in.

"That's good to know baby bro. though there's just onnnnne thing about that.." Alex said and flashed a impish grin.

"Why do I get the feeling this is gonna suck." Justin muttered, shifting and crinkling in his white and pink diapers.

"Because despite what your test scores say, your not stupid." Alex giggled. "Anyways, You have to get permission from one of us to go and use the potty for boom boom and one of us will be waiting by the door to make sure your in your diapies when you come out. or if you need help with your pampers after."

"Of freaking course.." Justin whined as the loser club laughed.

Sat on the soft blanket on the floor and in a t-shirt and diapers, Justin was made to put on a show for the younger boys using the stuffies that the twins had fished out of the basement for him.

they had been washed and dried before being stored in a plastic bag so no one was worried about Justin getting sick as he had a interesting epic war between 4 teddy bears and then a lion, tiger and bear stuffie. (And yes a 'oh my' comment had been dropped.)

The only reason Justin didn't have a paci in his mouth at the the moment was the fact that the loser's club wanted to heard EVERY single bit of the 'plot' of Justin's little show he was putting on for them, even though it was clear that he sucked at improv.

"S-So then uh.. the Lion decided that the four bears had disgraced the bear on his team too many times at.. gathering..honey! yeah honey and so-"

the losers just chuckled and encouraged Justin on, though he never once go into the being a big baby dork to their disappointment.

the story came to a sudden end however when Justin turned beet red and dropped the stuffies and his hands went to his crotch. he'd been on his knees at the point and hunched over.

"Alex..alex please..I gotta take a whiz so bad my back teeth are floating.." Justin whimpered.

"And? your WEARING your bathroom for piddles remember little guy?" Alex asked smugly.

"..O-Oh and I have to take a crap! so you better le-" Justin tried but Max snorted.

"Nice try dip shit. you must think we're as stupid as Rayne if we're gonna fall for that." Max said.

"But..But..I can't just wet myself like a baby!" Justin whimpered.

"Oh! I know what the problem is!" Lyle said, locking eyes with Kyle, who shared his brothers grin.

"Yeah, me too! don't worry Justin! we'll help you!" Kyle said.

Before Alex or Max or even Justin could ask what they meant, the twins had sprung up from their seats and tackled Justin to the floor though a combination of surprise and leverage, then they were on top of him and tickling his sides.

"ah! No Stopppp!" Justin cried out, actually being fairly ticklish though normally it wasn't a weakness Alex could take advantage of as Justin would just easily over power him.

the tickling made what little bit of self control Justin had left vanish in mere seconds and with a wail that made all of the losers club wince, and some dogs around the block howl, Justin flooded his pretty pink and white diapers.

If Justin had thought the low point of his day had been being made to wet himself, he soon found out just how much worse it would get as the heavy soaked padding sagged around his hips, and he was told how he'd have to earn a diapie change before their parents got home.

"Unless of course you wanna risk leaking during supper." Alex chuckled.

"...I hate you. SO much right now." Justin huffed, rubbing at his tear stained checks.

"Awww don't be like that, you'll hurt big brothers feelings" Alex scolded but couldn't stop grinning.

"You should be thankful we're giving you a way to earn a diaper change nice and quick anyways." Max added. "We could just wait half a hour and let you squish around in your soaked diapies."

"Yeah, I think you should tell Alex how much-" Kyle started

"-You love him and how he's the bestest big brother in the world." Lyle finished.

"..Your joking right? It's bad enough I gotta do the stupid diapie change song, now you want me t-" Justin started to rant, but was cut off.

"Say it or you can sing till your blue in the face, I won't change you till 3 minutes before mom and dad are due home." Alex interrupted.

"...I Love you Alex and you the best big brother in the world." Justin said, huffing and saying it in a flat tone.

"no no no, say it with some gusto!" Max snickered, bringing out his cell phone to record.

"Fuck my life.." Justin groaned and face palmed, then taking a deep breath and forcing a cheerful tone into his voice. "Gee golly big brother! I wove you sooo much! your the bestest big brother ever!"

between the goofy look on his face and the statement, the loser's club was roaring with laughter.

"Awww, I love you too. now let's get on with your little song~" Alex wheezed between laughs.

Set to the tune of tinkle tinkle little star, Justin started singing.

"Tinkle tinkle in my pants,

I just blew my last chance to wear big boy pants.

wetting my my diapers till their super soggy

It makes me sleepy and kinda groggy

Alex please change my diaper butt

then pat me on the head like I'm a mutt."

Needless to say Justin wished a hole would open up in the earth and swallow him whole, but the performance was deemed acceptable by the losers club who noted it wasn't like Justin wouldn't have time to perfect his act.

One soggy diaper change later, and after letting Justin sit on the potty for five minutes and try and go 'uh-oh', and Justin was in two of the blue and white diapers this time and was allowed to wear a baggy pair of shorts over them as Alex set him to work doing any chores that needed to be done while the loser's club did their homework.

with the chores done Justin mentioned that he was kinda thirsty and so much to his humiliation (and the losers club delight) he was given a sippy cup full of Kool-aid to drink, never having noticed that some pills had been slipped in and dissolved, just chalking the weird taste up to the sippy cup being old.

He was sipping away on pills that would make sure he was peeing like a race horse and having to stick around Alex all night long, as well as a mild sedative that would have him going night night much earlier then normal. (one of Alex's new goals was to have a later bedtime then his big brother naturally.)

After finishing his sippy cup Justin was supervised as he did his homework and the rest of the losers club took off since technically they weren't suppose to be over.

Ironically compared to all the other times Alex had attempted to tutor his big brother, somehow having him in double diapers had him paying more attention and picking up on what was going on faster then normal.

'huh, Maybe I SHOULD send him to school in diapers..at least on test days.' Alex wondered and giggled a little.

Justin looked up, wondering what the the giggling was about but Alex just put him back to work.

The rest of the night was mostly incident free except for a cute moment at the supper table when Justin had been in the middle of telling his parents how happy his teacher had been with the extra work he'd done AND was giving props to Alex for helping him when he just stopped, their parents giving him a weird look but Alex knew full well what was happened, baby Justin was making piddles.

"It's Ok Justin, you don't have to hide I helped you." Alex said, jumping in and playing it as if Justin was worried they'd be mad. "I didn't just give him the answers but helped him to find them on his own. we're gonna start doing stuff like that more often so Justin can keep his grades up for when he wants to join the football team next year."

"Heh. Well ok." Dad said super proud. "Justin, I don't mind if Alex is helping you, just as long as he's not giving you the quick and easy way out."

"Oh trust me, I don't make this easy on Justin. right bro?" Alex said and smirked, winking at Justin.

Only their mother seemed to pick up on the fact there was two different conversations going on, but being tired from work she left well enough alone.

And so after supper Alex changed Justin's diaper and let him sit on the potty for 10 minutes to see if he could made boom boom (and to Justin's humiliation, he was praised and told what a good boy he was when he DID manage it)

Re-diapered and lead to the bedroom, Justin found himself super wiped and ready for bed even though it wasn't even 8 pm yet, but just chalked it up to his stressful day.

"Hey squ- Big brother.." Justin mumbled, rubbing a eye as he headed for his bed.

"Yessss?" Alex asked, already knowing where this was going.

"Can you tell mom and dad I'm too sleepy and going to bed early?" He asked.

"of course I can' you don't mind if I stay up do you?" Alex asked, but Justin was laying in bed, eyes closed.

"What..whatever." he yawns and was snoring softly before Alex even left the room.

Day's turned into weeks, and before long Justin's once 11 pm on weekday's bedtime had been adjusted to a 8 pm one, with Alex's jumping from 9 pm to 11.

Ironically, 4 days into the diaper punishment from Alex, and Justin's padding had been found by they're mom, Forcing Alex to come up with a off the top of his head story about how Justin had started bed wetting too and begging mom not to tell dad because Justin didn't want dad thinking he was a wuss.

that was ALSO why Justin hadn't said anything and only asked Alex for his help.

their mom had bought the line hook line and sinker, but had also gone and tossed out the other diapers and still told their dad about it, before taking Justin out to pick out his own diapers.

Naturally Alex was giggling his butt off the whole time they were gone and telling his friends about it.

Grizz and Rayne never really forgave Justin and isolated him more and more and so it became more and more natural for Justin to hang out with Alex's friends and just be treated like everyone's kid brother, even as his accidents got worse and he started needed day time diapers as well.

Ironically the daytime wetting, at least during school hours WEREN'T something Alex was behind, but it only reinforced the perception of Justin being their little guy.

at the same time as Justin's accidents got worse Alex finally stopped wetting the bed and just kept his avengers diapers around for when he or the other loser's wear to make Justin who had turned into a cry baby feel better.

And so, a tale that began with one brother being a bully and a dick ends with the bed wetter now the big brother despite being smaller and younger, and a ex-bully now a 24/7 diaper dork. Don't you just love a happy ending?

[hot-wiings]

Requested By: Wattpad User

Warning: Sex, Cock-Warming?

Edited: 2-19-20

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Pink toes press against the carpet. Show your face and finish what you started. The record spins down the alley, late night. Be my friend, surround me like a satellite. Tiger on the prowl. East of Eden. Coming for you now. Keep me from the cages under the control.  Running in the dark to find East of Eden. Keep me from the cages under the control. Running in the dark to find East of Eden. To find east of Eden (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh). Call me wild, drinking up the sunshine. 

You tried to glare at Shouto as he sat on the couch across from you. You tried but it was hard. This wasn't his fault, he was just as innocent as you in this. His father? Oh, it was easy to glare at his father, it as entirely his fault. 

“[Y/N] don't glare, it's not ladylike.” 

Your glare turned from Enji Todoroki to your mother. Right now you hated her just as much as Enji. 

“You've sprung a fucking arranged marriage on me. I have the right to glare.” 

Your mother rolls her eyes at you as she stirs her tea, completely unbothered that such a drastic life change upset you. She was annoyed with you for getting upset but she didn't have the right. You were being married off, not her. You were being married off, so yes, you deserved the right to be annoyed, upset, angry, and sad. 

“Honestly [Y/N], you should have expected this was coming. We've been business partners for so long, it only makes sense that we would marry off our children with such compatible quirks.” 

She wasn't even acting like you were a person with feelings. To your mother, you were just another business deal. You weren't her daughter but rather her pawn on her personal chessboard.

“I don't want to marry Shouto!” 

You bite down on your lip, sorry that Shouto had to hear you disagree with marrying him, but you doubted he even wanted to marry you. He had sat quietly during the whole ordeal, to scared to speak up to his father and object.

“What you want doesn't matter! You and Shouto have known each other for a long time and you go to school together, not to mention you have compatible quirks. This deal was set in stone a long time ago. You will go through with it.” 

“Shouto has no issue with it.” 

Enji wasn't asking Shoto but rather stating he had to do it. That's how it was in strict rich families. 

You huff and clench your jaw. You know it’s bad for your teeth, but you were seriously mad at your parents for setting this up, and at Shouto for being too cowardly to stand up to his father like you were to your mother. 

You spring to your feet and stomp past your mother, nearly knocking into her. You grab your bag, swing it over your shoulder and make your way to the door. 

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my dorm. You’re perfectly capable of smoothing out this business deal without me being here, it’s not like you listen to anything I say. Been that way since I was a kid, why stop now?”

This was why you hated coming home from UA. 

Be my man and show me what it feels like. Show me what it feels like. Denim sky. Unbuttoned down the middle. Spilling out little by little.  Tiger on the prowl. East of Eden. Coming for you now. Keep me from the cages under the control. Running in the dark to find East of Eden. Keep me from the cages under the control. Running in the dark to find East of Eden.  To find east of Eden (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh). If I wanted to stay. You don’t mind, you’re a true believer.

You huffed and paced around your dorm room while your boyfriend, Katsuki watched you with lazy eyes from his spot on your bed. 

“I don't get why you're so fucking worked up about this, just don't do it.”

“You don't understand! I have to do it. She's planning the wedding for while I'm under eighteen, I won't have a choice, and she's rich so it's easy to bend the law in her advantage.” 

You plopped your butt down on your bed. It probably looked very unattractive, but you didn't care how you looked in front of Katsuki. With Katsuki you could unwind without the worry of being prim and proper like your mother said you had to be. 

With Katsuki you didn't have to act as a perfect glass doll. You could be rough, harsh, and say all the volatile words you wanted too. Katsuki was your precious secret. A secret you hid from everyone you knew because if he became public knowledge your mother would rip him away. 

“I could kill that dual-colored bastard for you.” 

“You can't kill Shouto for me.” 

You laid back on your bed and rolled over to face Katsuki. You were stressed and upset, yet his words found a way to make a smile appear on your face. 

“I don't think he even wants to marry me.” 

Your words were quiet and murmured out. Katsuki, the rough asshole, had somehow managed to make you calm. 

“I think I have an idea that will fucking work... But you might not like it.”

“What is it?”

Katsuki was hesitant to say it. You could tell by his pink cheeks and silence that he was embarrassed. You brought your hand up and placed it on Katsuki’s cheek.

“You can tell me Kacchan. Don't be embarrassed-”

“Let me get you pregnant.”

“W-What? We’ve only been dating a few months.”

You withdrew your hand as your cheeks turned a bright red. You moved from your position so you were sitting back on the edge of the bed instead of laying with Katsuki. 

“Icy-Hot bastard’s dad is a conceited I’m-Better-Than-Everyone-Else-Asshole, right? So he would call off the marriage if his son's fiance was pregnant with someone else's child.” 

“Katsuki, you’re talking about putting a baby inside me. A literal baby. It cries and wears diapers.”

“I know what a fucking baby is. Your parents are rich, mine might not be as liquid, but my parents are designers, we're pretty fucking loaded. Plus we graduate in a few weeks.” 

“Okay, so we’re financially okay. But a baby... It has to be raised.” 

Katsuki gets off the bed and kneels in front of you from where you sat on the edge of the bed. He grabs your hands and stares into your eyes.

“I’d help you raise them. You could be a great mother, and I would take care of you.”

You let out a shaky breath as you thought it over. You wouldn't let your mother keep you in her cage. Really, if you married Shouto, Enji would force you to get pregnant anyway.

“Okay, Kacchan.”

You move your fingers over the buttons on your school uniform and start to take your top off. You nod your head at Katsuki with a smile. 

“Okay, Kacchan. Put a baby inside me.” 

Katsuki pushes your back flat against the bed. He pushes your school skirt up and places your right leg on his shoulder. He leaves a trail of kisses up your left thigh to your core. 

Katsuki watches your face as he pushes your undies to the side. He watches you for any sign of discomfort or any sign that you no longer want this. A sign you no longer want him. This was your first time together and he wanted you as comfortable as possible.

He dips his finger into your core. He goes slow, careful not to hurt you despite you being moist and wet enough for it to easily go in. His thumb brushes your clit to tease you, making more juice pool by his hand.

“Kacchan!”

“Fuck- Do you know what it does to me when you call me that?”

Katsuki inserts another finger and pumps your core with his hand. The sloshing sound of his fingers mixing with your juice could be heard throughout the room. 

“Do you know how many boners I've had to hide?”

Katsuki withdraws his fingers from your core leaving you aching for something to replace them. 

“Kacchan... I need you.” 

“So pretty and eager.”

Katsuki undoes his belt, then he pulls his pants and boxers down. He grabs his protruding member and pushed it against the entrance of your core. Once again, he looks up at you for approval. 

“You sure?”

“Yes.” 

Katsuki pulls your hips against him, pushing his member further inside you. He went fast, like ripping off a bandaid. He bites his lip in worry as he sees your face contort in pain.  

“You can move now.”

Katsuki pulls his hips back and snaps them forward making you moan out for him. 

“I can fuck you so much better than Shouto could.” 

“Oh- fuck- Kacchan!”

“Ung- I’m gonna fuck a baby in you.” 

“Kacchan- Faster!”

Katsuki grabs your hips harder and slams you into him. Every thrust into you sent you both into a wave on wanton. 

“I bet I can make you more pregnant than Shouto ever could!” 

Your hand comes up and grabs onto Katsuki’s thick shoulders, pulling you closer to each of his thrusts and making him humps into you harder. 

“Kacchan. I'm going to-” 

“Cum. Cum for me.”

Your legs spaz and tighten around him as you come undone underneath him. You look him in the eyes, breathlessly. 

“Baby, I’m going to cum inside you.” 

“Do it! Put a baby inside me Kacchan.”

Katsuki shoots his warm load inside you. He pulls your hips tight against his and leaves you like that, sure to get every drop of his cum inside you.

“Was I... Was I good?” 

Tired, you smile at Katsuki. You’d never seen him so insecure, and uncertain. You make sure to quash any doubts he might have had. 

“Very much, you were very good. Was I though...? I know I scratched your back. It didn't hurt did it?”

“No, I enjoyed it. It was better than I ever imagined it would be.”

“Do you... Do you love me?”

Katsuki pulls out of you and lays on your bed. He pulls your body closer to him and covers you up with the sheet. 

“I’m in love with you [Y/N]... Why else would I say I’d get you pregnant, you idiot. Do you feel the same?”

You rest your head against Katsuki’s chest. He was warm, it was why he was such a good cuddler. 

“I let you intentionally put a baby inside me... I’m in love with you too, you idiot.” 

“Normal couples say I love you for the first time over a date, it took us an arranged marriage.”

You bring Katsuki’s hand to your stomach which hopefully had a baby growing.

“It’ll be a story to tell our kid one day.” 

“Not if it’s a girl. I don't want her thinking sex can solve her issues. She won't be allowed to have sex.” 

“We’re not even sure I'm pregnant yet and you're already getting protective.” 

Maybe it made you a whore, but you didn't care. You were happy and relieved you could escape your mother and this arranged marriage. You were happy you could be with Katsuki. 

Take it up with the badlands. Creep on in like a concrete fever. If I wanted to stay. You don’t mind, you’re a true believer (true believer). Take it up with the badlands. Creep on in like a concrete fever. Keep me from the cages under the control. Running in the dark to find East of Eden. Keep me from the cages under the control. Running in the dark to find East of Eden. To find east of Eden (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh).

Shouto smiled at you as you took a seat next to him. Your mother and you were supposed to meet with him and his father to go over details for the wedding. You smiled back at Shouto and he could feel his heart skip a beat. 

Over the years you and Shouto had been friends. With your parents being business partners you had known each other through business meetings and social events. 

You'd grown to know each other over the years. While you grew to love Shouto as a best friend, he grew to love you in the way a lover would. He loved you the way a lover would but you were too oblivious to see it. 

“I solved our little arranged marriage problem.” 

The words that you sang out with glee broke his heart. To Shouto, the arranged marriage was never a problem. It wasn't an issue for him. he wanted to marry you, he wanted to love you, he wanted to create a family with you, but you didn't want him. 

“Oh. What did you do?”

“Let's just say, I found a loophole and there's no way your father will ever want me to marry you.” 

Shouto didn't care what his father wanted. Shouto wanted you regardless. 

“There's something I need to tell you.” 

Shouto took a deep breath. He was prepared to tell you about his feelings. He was going to tell you that he loved you. He was going to tell you that he wasn't opposed to the idea of this arranged marriage. He was going to tell you, that was until your parents walked in and you broke his heart. 

“We're all here, let's go over the details.”

“Actually I have something to say that might affect some wedding details.” 

You reached into your purse and pulled out your pregnancy test along with medical papers that stated the legitimacy of your pregnancy and who the father is. 

“I’m pregnant, it's not Shouto’s. So, you'll probably need to set the wedding date for at least nine months. Of course, that is if you even want to proceed with a wedding.”

You gave the medical test papers to Enji and your mother then sat back with a coy smile. 

“You whore! You’re promised to my son! Did you know about this?”

Your mother looked at you ashamed and horrified.

“No, if I had known I would have forced her to abort. We can still force her.” 

“No! she’s already humiliated and made a fool out of my family. I want you and your slut of a daughter out of my home!”

You picked up your bag and left the Todoroki household but Shouto followed you to the door. 

“Are you really pregnant?”

“Yeah.” 

“Why would you get pregnant! You have a career ahead of you, a life. Is being married to me that bad that you had to whore yourself out to someone?”

“Why are you upset? We both didn't want this and it's not like you were standing up to your father about it.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I didn't stand up to him because I really did want to marry you?”

Shouto looked so sad as he stared at. His eyes looked tearful and glossy. 

“No... You can't marry me because you don't love me.” 

“I love you! I've always loved you! That should be my baby, you should be mine.”

Your heart ached as you looked at Shouto’s distressed face. 

“I’m sorry Shouto... I've been dating Katsuki, and this is his child.” 

“No... You can’t love him! You have to love me, please...”  

You turn your back on Shouto and his tears. You turn away from Shouto and his heart that you so callously tossed aside. 

“I can’t... I can't love you... I don't want you, I don't want this life.”

You slam the door behind you as you exit Shouto's home, leaving him to his own self-pity and heartbreak. He lost to Katsuki once again. This time the prize was better than a sports festival medal, this time he lost your heart. He lost his best friend and the love of his life to his rival.

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Don’t be a bully!

The first thing 12 year old Lance Kennedy noted as he opened his eyes was that instead of waking up in his bedroom, he was looking up at the ceiling of the school bathroom. the tall for his age blond sat up and winced, his head hurt and he tried to figure out what had just happened, and looked around the smelly boys room and locked eyes with the new transfer student. a full head shorter then Lance and with mushroom cut red hair and freckles, Timmy chuckled and waved to Lance. "Hey crew cut! welcome back to the land of the living." the little shit said. Now it all came flooding back to Lance, He had been laying down the law to the little shit, having caught him all by himself in the boys room, and telling him how he expected the twerp to pay a bathroom tax if he wanted to use the schools shitter's. The dumb ginger had actually been dumb enough to mouth back, telling Lance that the bathrooms was for everyone, unless the abused the privilege, whatever the fuck that meant. Lance had had enough by that point and had gone to smash his fist into the little shit's face but somehow the little fucker was faster then he looked and had dropped down, then replied with a shot to lance's gut that had knocked the wind out of him. as he'd fall to his knee's gasping, the little shit had brought up his knee and- "..where the fuck did you learn to fight like that?" Lance asked, going to get up on his feet and pausing, as for the first time he noticed a weird noise when he moved, and a funny feeling around his hips. Looking down the bully's eyes went wide as he saw that instead of his power ranger briefs and black jeans, he was currently only wearing a bulky white diaper with a nursery print. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" "I was wondering how long it would take you to notice that. honestly, i was hoping you'd storm out of here not noticing butttt I guess that was a long shot." Timmy franc laughed, leaning on a sink. "How did you even.. Why do you..what the fuck!?!" Lance yelped, hand going down, trying to cover the bulky diaper up and squirmed back and forth as he noticed for the first time his undies and pants were at Timmy's feet. "I knocked your butt out, and every school I go to there's a jerk like you I end up having to put in his place, so I always carry some spare diapers around. Speaking of, your gonna wanna follow me to my locker and snag some more, you';re not allowed in the boys room anymore." Timmy said. "..I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Lance growled, taking a fighting stance and Timmy, just snapped a picture. "Youuuu sure you wanna try something right now? I took a lot of pictures while you were out 'tiny' and got one with your thumb in your mouth and you in all your padded glory. would be a shame if they ended up on the school website." Timmy said, Looking totally relaxed. "besides, if you come at me again, You'll wake up in just your diapies tied to the flag poll. I'm a black belt and your just a thug." "...Give me back my fucking pants and underwear and I'll think about not pounding you face into mush." Lance said, gritting his teeth. "Counter offer, I'll give you back your pants, your undies are going on my trophy wall, and you be a good boy and mind your P's and Q's or I'll make you famous." Lance was taking slow steady breaths, but a small part of him realized that the longer he stood here arguing, the more likely it was someone else would come into the boys room. "Fine whatever. give me my pants!" "See? was that SO hard?" Timmy asked and tossed the jeans over. "By the way, I'll be doing diaper checks and if your not in your huggie..well there's gonna be trouble." He said and winked, then turned and walked away as Lance glared a hole at the back of his head, the hoped up and down trying to get his jeans to fit over the bulky diaper. "Gonna..freaking..Kill..Him!" He huffed, hoping and tugging, then tripped and went sprawling into one of the stalls, his head dunking in the thankfully clean toilet and as he reached to stop it, he pulled on the handle giving himself a swirly. '...God, what did I do to piss you off today?'

the bell had rung but lance was still late getting back into class, wearing his gym t-shirt and his crotch and butt area puffed out under his jeans, with his hair looking damp. Timmy just grinned in his seat, wondering what exactly had happened but never spoke up, though many of the others boys began to whisper and talk among themselves. "Why's he back in his gym shirt?" whispered the brunette Taylor, the shrimp of the class with confusion in his voice. "wait, do you think he got a swirly?" giggled the brown haired Frankie, the pudgiest kid in the class and frequent target of Lance's wrath. "who would have the balls?" Taylor asked, though the idea made him grin like a Cheshire cat. "Forgot that, look at his butt! it's huge! did he sit on a bee or something?" the long haired blond Justin asked, sounding slightly concerned. "Looked like my little brother when he puts on pants.. but he's only 2." blue haired Ike (dyed naturally) giggled. "wait, are you saying that's a diaper butt?" Frankie asked, laughing louder and getting Lances attention drawn over even as he was getting a lecture from the teacher. "ask him and find out!" Ike urged. "No thanks, I like life." Frankie said, shaking his head. Lance waddled, there was really no other way to put it, towards his seat and the class went silent, so that the faint sound of crinkles could be picked up as the bully sat down. it didn't help that due to his poor grades Lance had to sit at the front of the class, and ergo kept reaching back to tug his shirt down. "Now that Mr.Kennedy has graced us with his appearance, we'll go over the results of your last math test." Mr. Davis said, drawing the attention of the rest of the boys. Class went on as normal for the next 5 or so minutes, but as Timmy watched, knowing what was about to happy, he couldn't help but grin as Lance started to shift about in his seat more and more. 'I was wondering how long that fleet enema would take to kick in.' Timmy thought, and for the briefest of moments considered trying to give a heads up to the other boys. It was after all, about to get VERY stinky in the classroom.

Lances bowel felt all weird, and he played it up to his nerves since it was clear the rest of the class had figured out he was wearing a diaper. But now as Mr. Davis droned on and on about the test, and how many of the boys had failed certain parts of it (and Lance of course had funked it ALL) he could feel a urgent need building up and raised his hand. " Yes Mr. Kennedy, do you have something to ask?" Me. Davis asked, the tone in his voice making it clear he didn't expect much. "C-Can I go to the bathroom?" Lance asked, face wincing as a powerful cramp racked his body. "You were JUST on lunch break. I think you can wait a few minutes." Mr. Davis said dryly and started to turn back to the chalk board. "N-No sir I can't! Please!" Lance whined, all bravo forgotten as he gripped the sides of desk. a powerful fart was brewing and lance had a sneaking suspicion that if he let it out, he was going to fudge the stupid diaper taped snugly around his hips. "I'm sure you can-" was as far as the teacher got, before he was cut off by a massive wet sounding fart that filled the classroom. Lance himself found his body reacting on it's own as he leaned forward and raised his butt up from the chair, Helpless to do anything but let out a even wetter fart that was followed but a flow of sludge pouring out his back side and filling the diaper. His toxic smell also filled the classroom quickly, making eyes water and bring up complaints. "Is he.." Justin asked, a smirk turning into a grimace and he started to gag. "OH GROSS!" Taylor said, laughing and holding his nose. "Ugh! what a stinker!" Frankie complained, grabbing his hoodie of the back of his chair and burying his face in it as a semi shield. "Man my little brother brother doesn't smell that bad!" Ike laughed, holding his nose and waving a hand "Somebody change the BABY'S diaper!" Timmy called out, getting laughs from all the boys. "in the future Mr. Kennedy, if you have to go that bad, just leave the classroom." Mr.Davis said and walked over to the side of the classroom, opening windows. "Your excused to go and change your diaper." he added, getting even more laughs from the rest of classroom. "S-Stop laughing at me you JERKS!" Lance shouted, getting up and taking all of three steps before anther cramp hit and he was forced into a diaper pooper's squat, trying to cover his crimson face as more muck joined the back of his full diaper. Thankfully the diaper seemed to be a (pun aside) heavy duty one and hadn't leaked yet, though the wear and tear on his black jeans was becoming clear as the seams were starting to buckle under the pressure from the rapidly expending diapers. "Maybe I should help him to the nurses office." Timmy volunteered, making Lance turn and glare. "If it gets him out of my classroom faster.. your a braver soul then I." Mr. Davis said and nodded. wagging his eyebrows for the classroom and getting chuckles,Timmy made a show of it, acting like the smell coming off of Lance was a physical force and if he hadn't of been overwhelmed by the cramps making him take the biggest dump of his life, Lance would of slugged Timmy right then and there and dealt with the fall out after. Instead as he finished up with a series of stuttering farts, Lance felt too weak to do anything but numbly accept Timmy's help and as much as he hated the little shit, he leaned on him when it became clear the added bulk to the diaper had left him too unbalanced to walk on his own. 'As soon as i get this diaper off, then I'm gonna clobber him.' Lance promised himself as he waddled like a baby learning to walk out of the classroom.

"Man, you must of been backed up for awhile to unload like THAT huh?" Timmy asked as he lead the way. while Lance leaned on him for support Timmy didn't doubt for a second the only reason Lance wasn't at his throat right now was that he was literately too pooped to do so. And even if he had tried to attack him, one little shove and Lance would of gone butt first onto the floor and as good as the diaper was, it WOULD leak if that happened. Lance's jeans were making sounds of distress and Timmy had a feeling if they were pushed too much more the soon to be ex-bully would find himself waddling in the halls with his poopie diapers on display. It really was just too easy to make these so called big shots into helpless diaper filler, and Timmy enjoyed doing it at every school he went to. Though despite this being the 6th bully he had reduced into a pamper packer, there was one part of this that even Timmy had never fully adjusted to. The smell. Taking in shallow breaths he led the way to his his locker, to stop and get a new diaper for the new diaper filler, noting how Lance hadn't said a thing the whole time. "heh, you gone all baby brain on me? you even know where you are?" Timmy asked. That had actually happened at his last school, a pint sized bully named Malcore had been drunk on his own kool-aid after becoming student council president, and then ended up filling his diapers in front of the school while he was suppose to be giving a speech and had ended up giggling and singing 'I'm a little teapot'. Timmy didn't peg Lance as the type to break that bad but then again, you never really knew. "Hello? anyone home?" Timmy tried again and lance gave him a look that almost made Timmy need a diaper. "Shut up, and help me out of this shitty diaper." Lance growled. "I can see being a little stinker hasn't improved your attuide." Timmy said dryly, but handing Lance the clean diaper to hold, he got them into the boys room.

Lance wasn't even sure why he was hanging onto the diaper, save that the last time he'd gone commando in jean he'd chaffed pretty badly. the smell coming off of him wasn't as bad to him as it seemed to be to everyone else, but then again he was prone to having fart wars with his older brother Leon, who made Lance smell like a rosebush. In fact it was only the fact that lance could see HOW bad his smell was getting to Timmy, who had to keep stopping to wipe at his eyes, That Lance let the dead nerd walking help him get a change.   well that and he didn't know jack shit about changing a diaper. with his jeans tugged off off Boy boys got as look at just how totally Lance had destroyed his diaper, the designs were all gone and it was swollen and discolored, and sagged on his hips. "Uh..I mighta over stepped my reach here.. maybe we should take you to the nurses office." Timmy said, looking worried for the first time and lance smirked. "No way it'll survive the trip and if I go though the halls naked from the waist down in a shit coated ass, I'm making sure the headmaster knows who to blame." Lance said. "Fuck."

The clean up effort took by Timmy's estimate at least 10 minutes though it felt like hours, and he gagged badly several times during it. frustratingly enough lance just leaned back with his hands behind his head, smirking as poor Timmy did all the work. Finally the bully was ready for his new diaper and not eager to repeat the performance this time Timmy didn't even think of giving him anything to make him crap himself. Tapping up the new diaper, and having tossed the old one in the trash, Timmy scrubbed his hands over and over again in the sink as lance got up and grabbed his pants. "Now, while I'm grateful for the diaper change..I think you see I kinda owe you and well, logic dictates that I gotta pound you now." Lance said, tossing his jeans over his should and striking a fighting pose again. "...didn't we already go though this? or did you think just because your funk gagged me somehow I'll be a easier target now?" Timmy asked, turning the water off and well, just mostly ignoring Lance as he started to dry his hands. "I think you were bullshiting me before, and sides, I ain't got nothing to lose after the whole class just saw me..uh.." and lance lose his fighting pose for a second as his cheeks flared red again. "They all just watched you shit your huggies. Look, if it's a whooping you want, I'll give you anther one, but I really wouldn't recommend it." Timmy said, honestly trying to be helpful. "I know I can kick your ass!" Lance growled and started to charge in. 'Some people just insist on trying to skate uphill.' Timmy thought as he rolled his eyes. Snatching the top off of the trash can and then sweeping low with a kick, Timmy sent Lance flying head first into the trash can where he was then pinned, his diaper and legs sticking out and kicking in the air and Timmy just smirked. "I think you should take a little time out, and think about if trying to fight me is really working out for you." Timmy said, and after giving Lance's pamper butt a few pats, he left the bathroom, pausing only to grab the boys jeans and rip open all the stressed seams.

Lance whimpered and squirmed, trying to break free but the trash can itself was bolted to the floor after someone had been using the trans cans to break windows. And of course by someone, it had been him. He was a victim of his petty acts of vandalism and the only saving grace was that Timmy had put a few layers of paper towels over the dirty diaper to try and keep the boys room from becoming too toxic. If not for those layers Lance would of landed with his face against his own smelly diaper. the narrow design of the trash can meant his arms were pinned at his sides and useless and he just didn't have the leverage to force himself out by his legs no matter how much he kicked and squirmed. 'son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill him!' Lance sworn in his head over and over, truing it into a war chant of sorts as he tried to get free. 'Kill Timmy. Kill Timmy. Kill Timmy.' though even as he plotted out what he was going to do to the little shit, a nagging voice in the back of his head tried to remind him that he was 2 and 0 when trying to pound the bastard. never one to listen to common sense however, Lance figured third time was the charm and he'd figure out a way. He froze as he heard the bathroom door open, and then the voices that followed. "Man, who took a shit and didn't..flush.." came a voice that Lance knew VERY well and he groaned. If he was the top terror of the school, then Dustin Clearly was terror number two. the 13 year old was actually the same size as lance and had been the resident bully till Lance had put him in his place, but Dustin had made it clear he was only waiting for the right chance to strike to take back his tittle. "well well well.. what DO we have here." Dustin's voice rang out and then Lance felt a smack on the back of his pampered ass. he bit his bottom lip to keep quite on the hope that Dustin wouldn't be able to reorganize him from just a diapered butt and his legs. "awww, did the silly baby fall and go boom?" Dustin asked and laughed, smacking Lance's butt again. "or were you trying to be a good widdle boy and toss out your diaper and fell in?" again Lance kept silent, and prayed that Dustin would just get bored and leave. "You might as well speak up..Lance. Your the only one in the school with those tacky light up sneakers." Dustin added. Fuck! why had he begged and whined for his parents to get him those! he should of realized how much they made him stand out! "O-Ok Dustin. it's me. Can you PLEASE help me out of here?" Lance whined, with the jig up he had nothing to lose asking for help. "Hmmm i dunno..I think face down ass up in a trash can is a good look for you." Dustin laughed, and then Lance felt something poking the back of his diaper and moving around. "H-Hey! knock it off! what are you doing!?!" Lance yelped, kicking his legs only to get them grabbed by the stronger boy and held in place. "well you always made fun of me for liking to draw, but now I have this biggg white crinkly canvas to work with and a new black sharpie to boot." Dustin said. "Come on dude! this isn't funny! I'm getting light headed in here!" Lance whined and cringed as he felt himself starting to get close to crying. "alright alright calm your tits, I'm just about done and then I'll help you out. You know your pants are wreaked right?" Dustin asked. "Damn it! D-Dustin listen to me, there's this new kid.. he doesn't look like much but he did this to me and you're likely next. but if we team up-" Lance started to say and got a smack on his thigh. "OW! WHY!?" "oh quit your bitching, and no offense, but I think if I run into this kid I'm just gonna mind my manners." the sharpie stopped moving across the back of the diaper and then Lance felt himself tugged free, though some of the paper towel came up as it had plastered itself to his forehead. Dustin went to say something, then held his nose, his blench blond dreadlocks moving as did so and took a step back. "Ugh, dude! maybe you should go outside for a bit and air out, you reek like a shitty diaper." he said. Lance growled and thought about picking a fight with Dustin right then and there, but a small part of him nagged about the chance of ending back up in the trash can, and he stormed out of the boys room instead, trying to look as tough and as bad ass as he could, considering he was only in a diaper and t-shirt. Not to mention said diaper now had a warning written on the butt. 'Caution: full load!'  

Despite what his test scores might suggest, Lance wasn't stupid and knew better then to try and go back to class in just a diaper and t-shirt, and also knew better then to try and sneak out of the school in the same attire. Looking around the hallways of the school he tried to make his way to his locker, to get his gym shorts and cover up the diaper at least. if anything, his gym shorts would work better then his jeans had since his mom made it a point to get a size or two bigger (his jeans had been from last last) and he'd had to draw the string on it super tight to keep them from falling down. 'Huh, should of thought of that before..eh..I thought of it now, still means I'm a genius.' Lance thought, smirking and puffing up his chest in pride. He actually had a little swagger in his step as he got close to his locker, thinking about how he had outsmarted Timmy and while it might take awhile, he was sure he could get enough boys together that they'd make that ginger asshole into a even bigger baby then he'd been forced to be today. Lance was so caught up in his own head, picturing his victory that he failed to look at the clocks and see that it was just about the end of the period. he was just at the door to his locker, when the loud bells that singled the end of a period rang and made him yelp and jump. It also made him freeze as his bladder suddenly decided apparently that his bowels shouldn't be hogging all the fun and he started to flood the front of his diaper. As students poured out into the hallway he could only hunch over and try and will the flow to stop, even as more and more people started to notice him, pointing him out. there was a hush over the students in the hall as they looked, like the quiet before the storm, and then a roar of laughter washed over him as tears started to flow  from his eyes. "Stop it! stop laughing at me!" He whined and forgetting operation get some shorts, turned and ran away, sadly giving them all a good look at the message on his butt.

After that, Lance was never a problem for the most part. he kept to himself, he did his school work and his grades actually improved. He also never got back out of diapers as his parents didn't believe him when he said anther student had diapered him, and now he was in diapers 24/7, and even bulkier ones then the ones Timmy had put him in. These days the only time he's a bother to others is when he stinks up the classroom. Timmy sadly didn't get to stick around long to enjoy his handy work, His dad had anther transfer come though after only 3 weeks in town. Still he kept in touch with the boys from the last school, and saw how Lance even ended up having to drink from a sippy cup at lunch time and it gave him ideas for the bully at his new school, A know it all named Dan.

The end?

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Big baby Ben (Ben 10 omiverse)

Ben gulped nervously as he made his way over to Kevin's place. It was a few hours after he'd (once again) saved the world and as such it was time for his reward that his semi kinda maybe Boyfriend always gave him after doing so. of course Kevin was still Gwen's fuck buddy but his cousin didn't mind the two of them going out since as she put it "you get him him all worked up, and I reap the benefit!" and would just laugh and wink at Ben. (which of course ALWAYS made Ben worry that despite what Kevin promised, he was sooo tell Gwen what exactly it was they two of them did!) Kevin's place was a one story affair, with a front yard that had a swing and a slide in it and Ben started to squirm as he made it up to Kevin's front door step, and knocked on the door. Already his special undies that Kevin made him wear alll the time except for when they played were swelling with tinkles and he started to worry he was gonna leak as he waited, some kids going by the front of the house (it was only after 4:40) and giggling, again making Ben paranoid. after what seemed like hours (But had only been 12 seconds) the front door opened and there was Kevin in just a black beater and tight jean shorts that left nothing to the imagination. "There's my widdle hero!" Kevin said in a voice that was actually normal level, but to Ben sounded like he was shouting. "Kevvvvin!" Ben whined and squirmed even more. "heh, somebody must be a soaked little guy. you only get this whiny when your a widdle what Benny boy?" Kevin asked, blocking the entrance to his home and smirking. Cheeks turning red Ben pouted but whimpered out. "A little tinkle pants ..daddy." he said. "Hmm? I'm sorry, I didn't hear that, can you speak up?" Kevin asked, cleaning out a ear with his pinky. It was times like that that Ben hated and loved the fact he'd confessed what a little humiliation junkie he was to Kevin. "I'm a little tinkle pants daddy!" he said louder and his thumb found it's way into his mouth. "Exactly. " Kevin said and gave Benny's forehead a kiss, then let him in. they weren't five steps inside when Kevin turned around and undid Ben's jeans, tugging them down and getting a look at Ben's power ranger's pull up. "oh my! you reallly soaked this one little guy! why didn't you change before coming over?" Kevin asked, on a knee and eye level with the big babies soaked crotch. he also reached forward and cupped the squishy padding and gently squeezed it, making Ben gurgle and coo before he finally recovered enough to answer. "I..I did change daddy.. but den there was a scary dog in a yard and..uh.." "Awww poor widdle Benny. he can handle fighting off a alien invasion but that big mean pit bull makes him go pee pee!" getting up Kevin walked behind Ben who had popped his thumb back in his mouth now, with a trail of drool going down his chin. Ben knew what was coming next and as predicted, Kevin stuck a finger the back of the waist band of his pull up and tugged back, peering inside. "Oh my! you know, I didn't smell anything but sometimes you're not so stinky so I didn't wanna get my hopes up..But amazing Benny! you're not a widdle stinker today! At least, not yet." Kevin praised and let the pull up close as Ben whimpered. "Do you need daddies help stepping out of your silly big boy pants so we can go and get you in your big thick diapies?" Kevin asked,holding out his hands. Ben shut his eyes tight, this was what he'd picked. what he'd begged for when Kevin had told him he'd humor him. begging Kevin to help Ben stay a little virgin diaper boy for life. (of course at the time Ben had meant pussy free, But Kevin took it to the next level and the only hole of Ben's that had ever gotten Kevin's big thick cock was Ben's cute mouth) taking his thumb out of his mouth, with a drool trail following to a degree, Kevin took out a rag from his back pocket and cleaned up ben's drool. "and you thought I was silly for buying all of those drool rags. I know what a drooly little baby the so called biggg hero is." Kevin teased then put his foot on the crotch of the pants and took Ben's hands, helping the silly big baby step out of his jeans and then led him by the hand to the living room. the living room was set up in two half's, one half was for Kevin and his sports watching, beer drinking nights with his friends from work. and the other half was a toddlers paradise with Kevin just saying he had a kid with a ex that got dropped off every now and then. (and loved to tease Ben about the fact all his work buddies wants to meet 'his kid') leading Benny over to a changing mat Kevin helped him sit down and then tugged Ben's shirt off and smirked. "Somebodies been hitting the chili cheese fries a little too much." he said and playfully poked the bit of pudge on Ben's tummy. Ben couldn't help but giggle at the poke and then laid back on the changing mat, his thumb popping back into his mouth. (Kevin of course knew a pacifier would of been better but just watching Lil Benny struggle to play with blocks and deal with his need to suck on SOMETHING was just too fucking cute.) Ripping the sides of the pull up open, Kevin didn't even need to tell Ben to lift his hips up and he tugged the wet pull up out from under Ben then grinned. "Oh no! it looks like the power rangers have been defeated but the big baby monster!" he said and tickled Ben's tummy, making the big baby giggle and laugh and squirm. tossing the pull up into the diaper pail with well practiced ease Kevin pulled out a super thick white diaper with the words 'big baby' and 'loser' and 'virgin 4 life' stenciled all over it and held it up. "You know Benny, you did a SUPER good job today." Kevin said, and then using a wipe he took Ben's cute little hard-on between too fingers and gently stroked him. "Ah..ah..Dada.." Ben moaned, his thumb sliding out as he found himself thrusting his hips. it had been 3 months since his last good boy reward and Ben didn't think he was gonna last too long. (of course, Ben was diapered at east once a week, but him being allowed to cum, now THAT was rare) "How about a special treat Benny?" Kevin asked and pulled his hand away as Ben whimpered and let out a frustrated little grunt. "Daddy can put you in this super thick loser diaper and let you crawl around and look silly, till you poop yourself then you can hump daddies leg." Kevin offered and Ben cocked his head, listening. "OR you can finally get this daddy dick up your cute little boy pussy, but after you cum you have to go home AND no baby time next week." Kevin finished. Ben whimpered loudly, and squirmed on the mat, looking from Kevin's crotch to the diaper, then back to the crotch. "Come on Ben, don't you wanna be a big boy at least once and get your V card punched?" Kevin asked and chuckled, rubbing his crotch with one hand. "Or do you wanna be a poopie widdle baby?" he said and then pressed the front of the slick plastic to Ben's crotch. "Di..Di..Diapers daddy!" Ben coo'ed out and then put his hands over his mouth. he'd totally meant to say dick, but just the feeling had been too much and as he locked eyes with Kevin, Kevin smirked. "Thought as much. don't worry Benny, daddy won't make that offer again and get you all confused." Kevin chuckled as Ben whimpered. "guess if we're gonna make you a farty stinky poopie baby butt before I put the diaper on you we should have Mr. poopie booster help you." Kevin added. Ben blushed and whined, but being a good widdle sexless diaper boy loser, rolled onto his tummy and stuck his ass up. "yesh Daddy. you know best." "good boy." Kevin chuckled and got up.

Filling the enema bag up in his Kitchen, Kevin rubbed himself though his pants. there was no two ways about it, he was gonna have to call Gwen over after this and a small part of him was disappointed that Benny hadn't taken the offer to get off. of course Kevin would of still diapered him and let him shit himself on daddies lap but he figured if he told Ben that now, the little guy would of had a fit. he mad sure to add some soap shavings and castor oil to the hot water mix and shook the bag up nice and good, knowing that Ben loved having a painful tummy cramping before making daddy a present. It was just one of a dozen things Kevin didn't quite get about Ben's little fetish, but hey, he got a cute little pamper packer to play with so who was he to complain? The enema bag even had been labeled with a air brush that Kevin had borrowed from work and read 'Mr. poopie booster' on it.

Ben was whimpering, mentally yelling at himself for giving up a chance to get that dick buried balls deep in him, but even as he berated himself he knew that he'd made a smart choice. (well, as smart as the choice to poop yourself in a custom diaper can be) He wasn't a big boy and shouldn't be having sex and should be thankful Kevin put up with his smelly butt and tried to force himself to stop thinking about just how awesome Kevin dick would of felt in his bum. Kevin came back in with Mr poopie booster and Ben bit his lip, Hoping daddy had been super mean and made it so he'd be cramping like crazy. he set the back up on a little hook on the the wall by the mat and then lubed the nozzle up and with two fingers started to lube Ben's forever virgin backside up. with the two fingers greasing him and sliding jusssst in and out, Ben's dicklette was leaking and Ben was gasping and coo'ing, tears leaking out at his need and his rosebud all on it's own was trying to suck Kevin's fingers in deeper. "heh, somebodies all needy. Sorry Benny, you made your choice. no take backies." Kevin said and pulled his fingers out with a pop. "ah..ah..Sowwy daddy..Bum feels so good when you pway wiff it." Ben panted and drooled, a small puddle forming by his face. "it's OK buddy. if i thought you could control yourself you wouldn't be in diapers would you?" Kevin asked and then leaned down and kissed Ben's cheek as he slid the nozzle in. "Loser~"

Kevin smirked as Ben went cross eyed as the nozzle slid in and then started the mixture flowing. he made sure to rub Ben's back and watched him for any warning signs that he should stop the flow, having done this enough times to know the difference between the normal discomfort and something being very wrong. It was always a little fascinating to watch Ben's tummy bloat out as the bag of fluid flowed into him. If it was Kevin he'd of hated all of this but Ben was getting a glazed look in his eyes and a stupid grin on his face as he started to twitch and wiggle with what Kevin supposed was the cramps. "ah..ah..I'm a little loooser for daddy. I love my daddy! daddy's sexless stinky diaper loser wiff a tummy full of poopie waiting to come out!" This was the other half of the fun of filling Ben up with the enema. somehow having his guts filled fried baby Ben's brain and he'd say the cutest and silliest stuff. 'at least he's all tinkled out.' Kevin thought, since normally he'd have a balloon or something around baby Ben's pee pee to catch his piss. all that leaked out today however was baby milk as Ben's super swollen balls were loaded and the Nozzle was pressing right on Ben's g spot. "ah..ah..Daddddy! Call me a looooser!" Ben whined and Kevin was shaken out of his thoughts. "heh. of course your a little loser Ben. you could of had any girl or guy you wanted, even with your micro dick but instead you wanna be a sexless diaper shitting bitch. that makes you what?" Kevin asked and reached down, to ruffle Ben's hair. "A total loooser~" Ben gurgled as the bag finished up. "That'sssss right~" The next part was the tricky one and Kevin got the big custom diaper unfolded and placed under when Ben would be shortly, and then sprinkled and powdered him while he was on his knees. trying to put a plug in Ben after a enema was useless, the diapers were too tick to pull the plug out and not get his hand covered in shit. with his tummy bloated out like he was 6 months pregnant Ben was off in baby land and wasn't much help but that was OK, as the daddy some things just fell on him to figure out and if Ben could trust in him to do it, Kevin would get it done. In one practiced move Kevin got Ben flipped over and on the diaper, hand the front tugged mostly it, and then pulled the plug out and tapped the diaper up all in one swift series of movements. the effect of the plug no longer in Ben was instant though. "DADDY I'M POOPING!"

Ben's mind was in a haze. oh, sure the cramps were super owie but that's just want a diaper shitting loser like him deserved and he was soo lucky to have a daddy who knew exactly what he was and would make him the loser he was, but still treat him like a cute widdle guy. as his thick diaper was taped up and the enema came gushing out Ben's dick twitched wildly, the hot mush coming out and filling his diaper felt sooo good and of course daddy had picked a diapie with ZERO stink guard. as his tummy deflated and the cramps started to lessen the room was filled with Ben's stinky smell and laying on his back Ben sucked his thumb big time and sniffed eagerly, even as daddy made a wave and waved a hand. "whew, no more chili for you little man! stinkkkky!" Kevin said. Ben knew that Kevin actually liked the smell just as much as him, but he also liked to play it up so Ben could feel like a naughty little stinker. There was just one problem, and as Ben kept shitting his guts out he tried to get it out to daddy. "ah..D-D-Daddy! I..I's.I'm gonna.." Ben gasped, the poopies were rushing out so fast and the warm mush around his dicky felt soo good. ..but he was suppose to make his cummie humping daddies leg! Kevin seemed to know what was wrong and just smiled, picking Ben up and squishing his smelly rear. "it's ok buddy. you can make goo goo gaga." he said and then kissed Ben on the lips. the kiss pushed him over the edge and months of pent up baby milk joined Ben's poopies, the big babies eyes rolling back in his head as he came super hard. before he blacked out from the pure pleasure his little loser body was experiencing, Ben had one thought. 'Sex is over rated. this is the bestest way to cum!'

The end