The Girl on Campus, Part 3 (Charity Stream Commission!)

Cynthia led Mark by the hand, while he tried to keep his hot chocolate from spilling.

“Come on,” she giggled. “Gotta get your bottom changed!”

He blushed, glancing around the campus, but if anyone overheard they didn’t say anything about it. The open layout and park-heavy space had lots of room for wandering, and most people were too obsessed with their own lives to care about slightly odd comments by strangers.

“Where are we even going?” he asked.

“Your dorm is this way, right?” she asked, nodding with her head. “You said you were in the Johnson building, right?”

“Oh, yeah.” Mark swallowed, a few anxieties running through his head.

His roommate was gone, so that part’d be fine. Being seen–or rather, smelled–by any of their neighbors was a larger concern, but they’d only be in the hall for a minute. And it was, after all, the place where he had his spare diapers.

He wondered if he should put a sock on the door. People might think he and Cynthia were just hooking up–and, for all the glances she kept giving him over her shoulder…

The topic of how sexual the kink was for him hadn’t really come up. He’d told Cynthia it was a fetish, sure, but did she even think of it that way, or was he getting ahead of himself?

Either way, a cute girl had volunteered to change his diaper, and he certainly wasn’t going to turn that down.

“Slow down!” he implored, struggling to waddle behind her without his messy diaper chafing. “I can’t–it’s hard to run like this.”

“Aww, because of your poopy diaper?” she asked. Her use of plain language–not even pretending to be modest or shy about it–made Mark blush even more deeply.

“Um–” he started, before giving up on words and nodding.

Cynthia giggled, and slowed her pace to a more sedate walking speed. “Fine, baby butt, we can do it your way.” Leaning in, she added in a stage whisper, “You just want to stink for longer, don’t you?”

“N-no!” he protested. “I mean–not that I–um–”

She giggled again, gave his hand a squeeze, and continued strolling towards his dorm.

Fortunately for him, the elevator was unclaimed when they arrived, so they could ride up to his floor without bothering the other students. As soon as the elevator doors closed, though, Cynthia reached her hand down Mark’s pants and gave the back of his diaper a firm squeeze.

“Hey!” he yelped.

“Oh, please, you like it,” she replied, sipping her iced latte through a straw.

The elevator ‘dinged’, and she led him out–she didn’t actually know which room was his, but her ‘taking charge’ energy led him to follow behind anyways and simply gesture to his door.

“That’s me,” he said, and she let them both in.

Once in private, she pointed to the bed. “Okay, sit down, and lemme see if my baby sitting experience is still with me. Where’s your changing stuff?”

“Under the bed,” he said, sitting obediently. Cynthia knelt and pulled out a sports bag, unzipping it to find all his diapers, his powder, his wipes–everything he could want for a diaper change.

Standing, she put a hand on his chest and pushed him down into a lying position. Unzipping his jeans, Cynthia pulled them free, revealing his diaper, and the rather unavoidable tent in the front of his soggy padding.

She snickered again. “Glad to see we’re both having fun.”

Turning pink, Mark grabbed his pillow and held it close to his chest as a substitute stuffy. She wasn’t wrong, he was having fun, he just didn’t have any words for this sort of situation.

Taking out a fresh diaper, Cynthia made a show of pinching her nose and untapped the old one, quickly wadding it up. “Gosh, you really stink now,” she commented, as she went to town with the wipes.

As a small aid, he hadn’t been in the diaper for long, and things were relatively contained. She didn’t have to contend with a total blowout situation, and a dozen wipes were enough to get him reasonably clean–and even the frigid, damp material didn’t do a thing to still his erection.

Sprinkling powder over him, Cynthia applied a double helping over his crotch. “Gotta make sure you don’t rash, right?” she asked, using her palm and fingers to rub it in. For a single fantasized moment, Mark thought she might turn this into a handjob, but she pulled away as soon as she was done, folding up her fresh diaper around him.

“U-oh,” he said, concealing his disappointment poorly.

“Aww, did you want something else?” Cynthia teased.

He couldn’t lie–even if he tried, it’d have been too obvious. “I mean…”

“What?” she asked, shifting her body and putting a knee on the bed, so that she loomed even more over him. “Use your words, diaper boy.”

“Well…I did say it was kind of a kink for me,” he said, unwilling to be more specific than that.

Cynthia giggled. “Sorry, diaper boy, you’re not really my type–you’re too cute and smelly to really satisfy me, you know?”

Mark nodded, quickly, not wanting to pressure her. “That’s fine! I just–when, um–never mind.”

“Oh, you can still have your fun,” she snickered, placing a hand on the front of his fresh diaper. “I think it’s cute when you dribble in your diapers for me–I just don’t think you’re grown up enough for real sex, you know?”

Eyes widening, Mark wriggled, feeling her hand through the thick layer of padding. If this was what she was offering, he was more than willing to accept–even at the cost of his dignity.

Cynthia laughed, and Mark thrust his hips forward, grinding on her hand with impulsive desire. It didn’t take long–just a few desperate moments of thrusting before he began to spurt in his diaper, erection twitching.

“I knew it,” Cynthia grinned. “Too much of a baby for anything but his diapers.”

Mark pulled his pillow closer, coming down from the sudden, unexpected, but extremely pleasant orgasm. At a loss for what else to say, he just mumbled, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, diaper boy,” she replied, patting the front of his diaper. Winking, she added, “Next time, maybe I’ll even let you watch while I show you how grown ups do it.”