Whatever She Says (Sub Special Commission #8)

I wrote a series of these commissions for free, on stream, to celebrate hitting 100 subscribers. Enjoy!

Hanta was buzzing with excitement as he got home.

His girlfriend, Kiriana, had made him a little deal. She promised him a surprise, and in exchange, he just had to do whatever she wanted for the weekend.

Kiriana hadn’t been forthcoming about what she wanted, but she’d implied it would be sexy and fun, and he was down for it. Hanta had agreed in a heartbeat, and he’d been looking forward to it ever since.

She was waiting for him when he walked through the door, and she skipped so much as a pleasant hello. “Are you ready?”

“Absolutely!” he agreed. “Whatever you want. I’m down for it.”

She grinned from ear to ear. “Wonderful. Now, take off all your clothes.”

That was, roughly, what Hanta had been expecting, and he obeyed immediately. Stripping out of his pants, he tossed them on the couch, grinning at Kiriana. As soon as he was naked, he asked, “Now what?”

“Now, come with me.”

That he could do. Following behind, he wondered what she had in mind. Sex? Probably. Kinky sex? Almost definitely.

Instead of walking towards the bedroom, though, she led him into the bathroom, and pointed to a mat she’d laid down on the floor. “Lay down.”

Hanta raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I didn’t tell you to ask questions,” Kiriana shook her head. “Lay down.”

Blinking, he obeyed, lying down face-up on the mat.

He wasn’t sure what he expected, at this point.

Kiriana producing a thick, fluffy diaper was not it.

“Wait, what are you-”

“You agreed to do whatever I wanted,” Kiriana cut him off. “And right now, I want to put you in this diaper, so lift your butt.”

Confused, he obeyed, and she slipped the padding beneath him.

“And, while we’re at it, no more talking like a big boy. If you want to say anything, you’ll say it like a toddler struggling with his words. Understood?”

“Under- um, otay, Kiwiana, I pwomise,” he mumbled.

“And no more ‘Kiriana’. You will call me ‘Mommy’.”

“Yeth, mommy,” Hanta lisped.

She finished taping the diaper in place, giggling. “You are so cute. Now, sit up, and we’ll get you dressed.”

Hanta swallowed. If this was the underwear, he had concerns about what the rest of his outfit would be. Still, he sat up - he’d made a promise.

It wasn’t surprising that she produced a pink onesie from behind the cupboard, but he still groaned. “Weawwy, mommy?”

“No complaining!” Kiriana said. “Arms up.”

He obeyed. She pulled the onesie over his head, pulled the bottom around the base of the diaper, and snapped it into place. “Now, for the rest of the weekend, no potty for you. If you need to go, you’ll go in your diapers, and you won’t say a word about it. I’ll decide when you get changes. If you get changes.”

“Bu- yeth, mommy,” Hanta blushed. Why did I agree to this?

Standing, she reached down, taking his hand and helping him to his feet. He waddled behind her as they walked out of the bathroom, past the bedroom, and over towards the kitchen.

She had a bottle waiting on the counter for him, warming up. Taking it off the heater, she passed it over. “Drink it.”

“I…” he started, staring at the glass baby bottle. It was warm, and the milky substance inside was clearly baby formula. He’d made a promise, though, so he put it to his lips and started to suckle.

While he sucked on the bottle, Kiriana pursed her lips, then shook her head. “Alright, baby, don’t stop drinking, but I also want you to squat down.”

He furrowed his brow, but obeyed, sinking down so his diapered butt was only a few inches off the ground, onesie straining to hold it in place.

“Now, baby, I want you to push. Make a stinky mess in your diapers.”

He blinked, lisping around the bottle. “Wha?”

“You made a promise. Do it.”

Blushing, Hanta realized he had no choice but to obey. Scrunching up his face, formula still trickling down his throat, he started to push.

It didn’t take long to fill up his diaper. The onesie kept everything contained, smushing the mush into him, but it did nothing to contain the smell.

Kiriana giggled. “Good baby. This is going to be a great weekend.”