From Party Pooper to Diaper Pooper – Chapter Seven (Commission)

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Tock, tock, tock. I can hear a shuffling of footsteps from somewhere in the house above us, and what sounds like the muffled conversation of multiple people. Tock, tock, tock, tock. "Be there in a minute!" comes a strident voice I'd know anywhere, and I shuffle instinctively in place even as I withdraw my hand from the door. That's her. Cassandra. Wow, it's been awhile…

But before I can do more than glance over at my girlfriend's bright, wondering smile, the steps thud louder – the doorknob turns – and it flies open to reveal Cassandra herself, her dark blonde hair tousled above her low-cut tank top and tight booty shorts. "Hey, Tom! Hey, come on in, you two! You're literally the most awesome people in the world right now. I can't believe you were able to come over on such short notice…"

Yeah, it was short notice, I have to admit. Megan and I had been planning to go out shopping this afternoon – at least, until Cassandra's strangely urgent call had come begging us to pop over for something that simply couldn't wait. But I can't exactly tell her all that without sounding rude, so… "No, no, it's fine!" I reassure her, and as I motion Megan in behind me, I find myself believing my own polite words. "We're happy to come over, really!"

Which is actually true. Because after all… there's something oddly attractive about visiting your old girlfriend again.

Yes, that's right. Cassie and I were a thing once – well over a year ago. Heck, who hasn't she dated at some point or another? I'm certainly no womanizer, of course – in fact, she'd been the very girl who took my virginity. But she and I had just kinda clicked, you know? Sure, even at the time I guess I knew deep down that it wouldn't be a long-term thing – nothing like I have with Megan now. But back then it had been hard to care – certainly when the sex had been so freakily, kinkily, smoking hot.

Megan, I love you babe! I muse, even as I can't help but notice the plumptious jiggle of Cassie's ample breasts and the sight of that familiar blue rose tattoo on her shoulder. And I do sincerely love Megan. Cassie was nonstop, loud-mouthed fun for a month or two, sure. But Megan's kind. And sweet. And so adorably naive and romantic and trusting, even while being curious and smart as heck. She's the kind of girl you can be with for the rest of your life… as indeed I very much hope to do.

But that's a story for another day. I've no time to think about engagement rings and stuff – not when I'm taking Megan's hand and following Cassie into the party house's living room… finding there an entire panel of six other students, apparently waiting. For us?

"Have a seat!" Cassie orders, and even as I do so the memory of a particularly risqué evening flashes into my mind: of her ordering me to lower myself onto a lubed dildo, before she'd grabbed my head and stifled my uncomfortable moans deep within her dripping womanhood. "Come on, get comfy. We've got something we wanted to tell you about!"

You don't say. I only recognize a few faces here, but everyone is staring at us expectantly. "Um… okay?" I offer, with a glance over at Megan's cocked head and wondering gaze. "Sure. What's going on?"

"Well, first, you should stay calm," Cassie begins – and my brow furrows in surprise. "I know this all might sound pretty freaky and weird, but-" Freaky and weird as the shit we did in your old apartment?, I find myself wondering. Yet even as my puzzlement increases, a sudden sound catches my ear from the ceiling above us.

It's the sound of a muffled, desperate moaning – the sort of moaning that might at one time have escaped me through the damp panties Cassie had gleefully forced into my mouth. And accompanying each moan, I can hear a series of thumps and thuds that sound for all the world like someone trying to break free…

My brain is still racing into overdrive to figure out what is happening when Megan bolts up from beside me and dashes toward the staircase. "I think someone's stuck!" she blurts out, and as I stumble up after her, I vaguely remember her telling me about something like this once. How she'd been babysitting once. How the kid had gotten themselves jammed between some badly designed crib bars. How she'd had nightmares about it for weeks afterward…

"No- no, really! Don't go up there yet!" Cassandra is practically yelling after us, but she's too late. Megan's heels have disappeared up the staircase, and I'm following: yes, out of concern for her, but also from my own startled curiosity.

"Tom, what the heck? It- it's locked!" Megan's at the top, clearly distressed, her hand trembling on the unyielding doorknob. "I don't know what the heck is going on, but we- we gotta get in there-" Cassie and the others are thudding up the stairs behind us now, however, and they're calling out all kinds of incoherent stuff. "Wait, no-" "No, you don't want to go in there!" "Why not? They need to see soon enough-"

Cassie's panting when she reaches the top beside us, her face a strange mixture of exasperation and merriment. "Look, Tom- Megan, it's fine- really, I promise…" But Megan's practically beside herself, and I don't think I've ever seen her looking so distressed. "There- there's someone trapped in there! You all… you know it?" The knob is rattling in her hand, and now she's gazing over at me pleadingly. "Please, we- this is getting scary! Tom, we gotta-"

"Cassie," I assert, trying to ignore just how weird it feels to be standing up to the girl who spent most of her time ordering me around. "Look, I don't know what kind of weird game you've got going on. But that's clearly someone trapped in there, so if you don't let us in, I- I'm going to call the cops." I find I'm shaking, but judging by the frightened looks on some of their faces, I can tell I've scared at least a few. "Really, I mean it! So come on – someone, give us a key already. Now!"

At that, Cassie glances around the little group, and I hear little mutters of assent. "Fuck me, might as well," says one girl. "Oh for fuck's sake," offers another. "No sense refusing," says a third – a guy I recognize from that one legal studies class I had last year. And so… a key finally materializes from somewhere among them.

I don't know what my adrenaline-fueled imagination was expecting behind that door. But when we finally do stumble in, I find myself not at all prepared for what we find.

It's the smell that assaults us first: a nasty wave of ammonia and human waste that singes our noses. But to that is added the dim light of a creepy attic. The massive, grotesquely oversized crib in the center of the room. And worst of all, the flabby and obese, half-naked man writhing within: strapped down and restrained, with some kind of pacifier-turned-gag in his mouth and a visibly swollen and soiled diaper around his crotch.

My poor, innocent Megan almost faints right there.

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The next hour is probably the most surreal one of my entire freaking life.

We get the explanation, of course: after they foil our desperate attempts to rescue the poor fellow. Poor Megan is pretty hysterical toward the end, I have to say – not that I can blame her. I guess our shock only subsides after the girl with the blonde and pink hair – Jessica, I think they call her – steps forward, reassuring us both that she'll explain everything completely and asking Megan kindly to give her back the key. And so we trudge down those stairs again, me telling Jessica along the way that it had better be one hell of a good explanation, or else…

But shockingly, it actually is.

Megan and I are pretty skeptical at first. That disgusting sight is burned into our brains pretty deep, after all. But when they all relate how this fellow harassed them… threatened them with an actual gun… even assaulted one of them…

Well, I mean, I won't exactly say that I endorse what they're doing. But it becomes a lot more understandable, you know?

"I'm sorry I flipped out a bit," I finally tell Cassie, and she just chuckles wryly and tells me not to worry. "Fuck, I'd have flipped out too," she admits amiably, leaning back in her seat and heaving a heavy sigh. "But look – you both get it now, right? We're not doing it to be cruel, honest. We're just giving him a lesson! I mean, sure – none of us would want to be in that big baby's shoes now…"

Here she chuckles wryly, and I can practically hear the low purr of sly arousal enter her voice as she smirks over at me. "Can you imagine, Tom? I guess you wouldn't like to be in his position, hmm? So tied up? So helpless?"

Of course I stammer out something incoherent, while the others titter and Megan looks at me strangely and the heat of embarrassment flames in my cheeks. No- no!, I splutter. Of course I wouldn't! Hell, no one in their right mind would- "Hey, just asking," Cassie sniggers, glancing knowingly over at Megan. "Just so you know, it's a joke, hon. I mean, sure, Tom and I did some pretty spicy stuff in our day. But you have nothing to worry about, honest…"

Poor Megan is left to nod and stammer out her own polite response – leaving Cassie to giggle once more and resume the thread of our conversation.

"Well, anyway… now that we trust you two…"

It's simple, really. Everybody there is headed out for a long-planned outing to a festival next weekend – everyone except me and Megan, that is. Clearly, they can't just abandon the guy they've got locked away in their prison-like nursery upstairs. So they need someone to fill in for them, just for a few days. To, you know… give him food. And water. And even, you know…

"Sure, I can do it." Megan shocks everyone, including me – but she clearly means it. "Tom," she continues, looking over at me earnestly. "I know you're busy with that tutoring job you've got on the weekends. So of course you won't have a lot of time to take care of a…" she trails off, then smiles wryly. "A pretty big baby. But honestly, I'd kind of like to try…"

That's Megan for you, isn't it? Just when I think I know her to be all sweet and timid and romantic – just when I think she's about to faint from seeing a guy tied up in a giant baby crib – she goes and surprises me with something like this. But frankly, as long as she doesn't mind…

I guess I don't either.

And that settles it. Cassie, that Jessica girl, and all the others are delighted to hear that we can help them out, and immediately it's as if the tense atmosphere of before has evaporated. "Come on, Megan," Jessica beams, motioning her up and heading back toward the staircase. "Let me show you where everything is, okay? It's all upstairs, and it won't take long!" She's bubbling away as she motions Megan up and heads for the staircase. "You said you have babysitting experience, right? Me too! Honestly, it's exactly the same as taking care of a big toddler. Which reminds me – I need to show you the…"

And they disappear up the stairs – leaving me with nothing else to do but glance around awkwardly… and catch Cassie's amused stare… and head upstairs after them.

When I get up there, the two are already chatting in the friendliest of ways about things like diapers… powder… wipes… even things like laxatives and chloroform. It's all still vaguely surreal – and all the more so when I catch sight of Megan's intently listening, yet visibly excited face. She's one hell of a girl, I muse, trying my best not to stare at the restrained guy over in the massive crib. Megan – she's actually doing this? She's okay with keeping a guy tied up? And… gagged?

Huh. Now if only I could keep the more sordid side of my imagination – the side Cassie has educated all too well – from kicking into speculative overdrive about the things Megan might be willing to try. You know, in the bedroom…

Then, as if on cue, Cassie comes up again and the most unforgettable scene unfolds. You see, my sweet Megan actually offers to change the guy's messy diaper! I guess it must be her nice, compassionate side – the side that doesn't want him to suffer. So away go the three women, while I shuffle in place and try desperately not to stare like a creep as they laugh and chatter among themselves, all while literally cleaning the poop from around some naked guy's dick and balls…

And of course, Cassie being Cassie, I hear her drop more than a few snarky comments about the poor guy's lack of male endowment… the way he's already acting like a real baby… how with any luck he'll be pissing and shitting himself in his sleep before long…

"See? Nothing to it!" I don't quite agree with Jessica's final, bright assessment, but Megan is actually nodding and beaming in agreement as she finishes sanitizing her hands. "See that, Tom? Nothing to worry about!" she tells me, slipping her cool and freshly cleaned hand confidingly in mine and glancing back at the freshly diapered guy, still feebly writhing in his bonds. "I know it's a bit weird, but I'm sure I'll be able to handle it. It's like taking care of someone in a hospital, really – so it's actually a good life experience, don't you think?"

Think? I honestly don't know what to think anymore – but I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Megan seems content, and Cassie's happy, and there doesn't seem to be any more tension between the two. Which is, I guess, more than any guy has the right to expect in my situation.

It's when we're leaving that it really hits me: the bright smile on Megan's face. The excited squeeze of her hand. The little spring in her step as we walk back to our car.

My sweet, romantic, poetry-writing girlfriend is genuinely pumped about all this!

(To be continued!)