Of Leopards and Their Spots

by: personalias | Complete Story | Last updated Jul 11, 2016

Chapter 9
Of Accidents Avoided and Diaper Drenched

I closed my eyes and felt her gentle hands caress me, immediately sending me back into the fantasy I’d concocted while waiting in the long line for this. Deprived of my sight, my other senses kicked in, and goose pimples rose on my skin as the wind kicked up a bit. But I wasn’t cold. Not really.

The part of me in a diaper was quite warm, actually. Nice and warm. The diaper had begun to swell, now that it had absorbed what I had put into it. It swelled inward as well as outward, so that the warm, soggy, body temperature cloth lining the soft plastic shell reached inward for my loins as well as outward from them.

The slow steady trotting of the tired horse, me it’s heaviest load of the day most likely, jostled me up and down, and my penis started accidentally rubbing up against the moist padding. I had always expected a wet diaper to be, well...wetter; all drippy like a towel dunked in a pool, but really, it was subtler than that. It was more subdued.

If you ignored that I was basically stewing in my own pee-pee, it felt kind of nice. It was squishy, and kind of pulpy actually. A little puffy too. Like a warm, wet, hug to my junk in the best way possible. It was a little like...well like sex, really. Oh God, I realized. I think I’d accidentally turned myself on a little bit.

The diaper had stopped swelling, but something inside the diaper swelled up, to my giddy surprise. My member throbbed with pleasure with each hoofbeat causing me to rub up against the perfect storm of heat and moisture going on inside my clothes. Maybe this is why baby boys were so hard to potty train. If I was hardwired for sex, and a wet diaper felt like sex, then it’d be easy to get hard wired into diapers...hypothetically I mean.

“Hey Skye,” I grinned down at her. “I think the Baby Formula is really starting to kick in,” I winked.

Without wasting a moment, Skye grabbed the front of the wet diaper, giving my dick a firm squeeze through all of the wet padding and plastic.

“Yeah it is,” she winked back, seeming pleased with herself. Finally we were on the same page.

“How long do you think it’ll last?” I asked her. It’d do no good if I lost wood before we could make something of it.

“Oh,” she gave my crotch another playful squeeze in front of everyone, “I think it’ll hold for at least a little while longer,” she giggled like she was in on some joke that I wasn’t privy too. I hoped this stuff gave me more stamina too. With how Skye was looking at me just then, I knew I’d need it.

“Whooooooah!” Tex called out to the ponies much too soon. The horses, from training and habit, almost stopped immediately. “That’s it, folks. Unbuckle yer youngin’s and dismount.

“You heard the man, baby,” Skye reached in and undid the latches on the special buckle. I moved my foot to get out of the stirrups. I struggled and wriggled, but it just wouldn’t come loose.

“Hold on, honey,” Skye ducked around the the front end of the horse. “Just hold still a second, Gavin,” she calmly told me while she jostled my foot out of its prison. “Gotcha!” My foot came loose and I swung my leg back over.

“Gavin?!” Skye cried out. “No! Wait!” But it was too late. I didn’t know why, but somehow I lost my equilibrium on the slow, living merry go round.

“Whooooah!” My arms flailed as I started twisting and falling off the horse, writhing in the air towards the dusty ground.

My fall was stopped prematurely as a withered, calloused hand rested against my back, propping me back up.

“Hold still,” the old, deep voice commanded. Tex’s arm was around my waist, his free hand easily yanking my other foot out of the stirrup.

“You lose somethin’, Ma’am?” he said, as he gently put me back on my feet.

“Gavi!” Skye squeed, and started hugging me and looking me over from head to foot as if I had just fallen from a burning building, instead of a midget horse. “Don’t ever do that to me again, okay?”

“Okay,” I shrugged.

“No,” Skye grabbed my chin in her hand, forcing me to look her in her crystal blue eyes, now flashing deadly serious. “Don’t do that to me again. Promise me you’ll wait for me to help next time.” Next time? When would the next time be? It’s not like we were going to be doing this kind of thing often.

“I-I-I-I…” I stuttered, just flabbergasted. “I promise.” Skye hugged me so hard she pinned both of my arms to the side. Was she? Was she crying a little bit? I just stood there, and let her have her moment, my erection quickly fading as the strangeness of my girlfriend once again reared it’s teal and pink head.

“Alright,” she breathed a sigh, “let’s get going.” Skye took my hand and started leading us out of the fenced in ring.

Something else I noticed as we began to walk out of the corral, now that the diaper had absorbed and swollen up, it had definite weight. It felt like I had a little water balloon strapped into my crotch, pulling my pants down a bit. The crotch sagged a little bit, and the front of the diaper swung back and forth, brushing against the inside of my thighs as I walked. I widened my gait a little to compensate, giving me a definitely waddle.

“One pony ride, and you’re already walking like a real cowboy, aren’t you Gavi-poo?” Skye remarked as I walked bowlegged out of the pony corral.

“Yeah,” I nervously laughed as we strolled back into the zoo proper.

“Hey, wait up!” The black woman who was behind us in line called out to us. Skye and I stopped and turned her heads to watch her and little Kevin speed walk to us.

“So, what did you two think?” she asked us, a little breathless. She seemed genuinely excited, like we had all just ridden a roller instead of horses that were too short for any other use besides zoos and birthday parties. “Kevin loved it, didn’t you baby?” Kevin, his spare fingers back in his mouth, nodded and giggled playfully.

“Oh it was lots of fun, wasn’t it Gavi?” Skye looked and me and then motioned towards our new acquaintances, specifically little Kevin, with her eyes.

“Oh...oh yeah!” I said with lots of fake enthusiasm. “It was loads of fun! Wouldn’t have missed it for the world!”

“Or the potty!” Skye added, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. Oh God! She knew! Everybody but me laughed at that one, even the baby. I felt very small right then. I thought I had been so smooth and gotten away with something. Apparently I was the only one who believed I could hide a wet diaper.

As the laughter died down, little Kevin bent his knees. He stuck his rump out a little bit and looked off into the middle distance, concentrating on something we couldn’t see.

“Is he?” I asked, pointing at the child.

“I think so,” Skye nodded.

Kevin’s gaze relaxed and dumb, dopey smile game to his face. His mother patted the back of his diaper and pulled back the waistband to take a look.

“Yup.” she smiled. “Well, I don’t know about you two, but Kevin and I here are gonna go get a diaper change. Isn’t that right, Little bit?’ The little toddler nodded his head proudly. Only a mother could smile at the thought of wiping ass, and only a toddler could be proud about dropping a load into his pants. “You two wanna come?” My eyes widened. Was she serious?! What kind of freak invited two people to come along and watch her change her baby?! This lady was toxic!

I looked at Skye, hoping to instantly develop telepathy. ‘Please Skye,’ I begged with my thoughts, ‘I know you do some crazy things, but please not this. Please not this.’ Skye looked into my eyes, then down at my crotch, then back up to my eyes.

“No, I think we’re good for now,” she finally said to the mother and son from crazy town. “See you later?”

“You know it,” Kevin’s mother said, picking her son up and resting him on her hip. “Maybe we can set up a playdate later or something.”

“That’d be cool,” Skye agreed. “Later!” she waved, and we parted ways.

“That was a little...intense.” I muttered carefully to Skye in case they were still in earshot.

“Hey Gavin,” Skye ignored my comment. “How’s your diapee?”

“Oh, it’s…” I paused. “It’s fine. Why?” I spit out a little defensively.

“I just know that it’s a little hot out today,” she said, walking forward, but still keeping her attention on me by her side, “and those things have a lot of padding. I’m betting you’re sweating a lot down there.”

“Uh...yeah.” I took the bait.

“So, if your wet, or something...because of sweat...or another accident, or whatever,” she intoned. “We could always duck into a bathroom and I could change you. Put you in a fresh diapee.”

I didn’t want a fresh diaper. I wanted to have never had an accident in the first place.

“No,” I lied. “I’m good. Thanks for asking though.”

“Okay, Gavi-poo,” Skye pressed, not sounding convinced in the slightest. “But if you need a diapee change, just let me know, okay? I’d be happy to help you. Strip you down. Wipe you.” She reached a hand near my crotch to brush the diaper’s front again. Stubbornly, I slapped her hand away.

Skye stopped walking with me. She looked shocked, like I had slapped her in the face instead of her hand; like she had been trying to innocently kiss me instead of grope me in public. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Then opened it again. Then closed it again. Till finally her eyes sparkled with an idea.

“Okay,” she said. “How about lunch?”



End Chapter 9

Of Leopards and Their Spots

by: personalias | Complete Story | Last updated Jul 11, 2016


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