“I love Raves!” Ashyln, your long-term crush and reason for joining your college’s creative writing club exclaimed. “Have you ever been to one?”
“N-no… but I’ve always wanted to go!” You added hastily, trying your best to match Ashlyn’s enthusiasm.
“They’re awesome,” Ashlyn smiled wistfully, as if remembering her own experiences. “You should really check one out!”
“I’ve thought about it,” you scratched the back of your head, “but I guess I’ve just never had anyone to go with.”
“Really?” Ashlyn sounded genuinely surprised. “Well… I just so happen to have a spare ticket if you want to come to the show with me and my roommates this Saturday?”
“I don’t know,” you eyed the carpet. “Aren’t you supposed to get dressed up for these kinda things? The best I have is a graphic T-shirt…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Ashlyn waved the objection away with a dismissive hand, “I just so happen to have a rave outfit you can wear.”
“Really?” you blinked, “I don’t want to impose…”
“Dude, it’s seriously fine.” She winked, “You can be my rave baby!”
“Rave baby?” You raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“It’s just a term that means I’m paying your way,” she explained. “Not to mention introducing you to the scene and picking your outfit. So what do you say; want to be my rave baby?”
“Sure,” you tried to say casually, but the goofy smile plastered across your lips gave you away; you were elated that Ashlyn seemed to be flirting with you.
“Alright,” Ashyln giggled at you. “We can meet at my place Saturday and Uber to the show together with my roommates.”
You nodded, “Sounds good.”
“But you gotta be cool,” Ashlyn’s tone suddenly turned serious, “I don’t want a judgy prude bringing down the vibe.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” you laughed, “I’m chill with alcohol, weed, mushrooms, whatever.”
“I knew I liked you,” Ashlyn grinned, flashing her teeth.
Ashlyn’s house was nice, especially for a college girl’s house; it was made of red brick and had a mahogany front door. The same door that you were now knocking on.
“You made it!” Ashlyn, holding a red solo cup, wrapped you in a hug. She was dressed in what amounted to a bedazzled bikini beneath a transparent cover up that glittered green and blue in the evening sun.
“Of course,” you returned the embrace, “How could I miss this?”
“Ash!” a girl’s voice called from within the house, “Is that the rave baby!?”
“Yes!” Ashlyn’s voice called back, echoing through the house: “The baby’s here!”
You blushed: “Is that nickname gonna stick all night?”
“Probably.” Ashlyn grabbed your hand, “Now come in and meet the girls; then we’ll get you dressed!”
Two women, one with black hair and another with orange-red hair, stood in the living room, talking to each other while taking occasional sips from their respective red solo cups.
“Girls,” Ashlyn gestured to you, “meet the rave baby.”
“Hi honey,” the redhead greeted, “My name’s Mary.”
“And you can call me Nellie,” the other woman’s gaze darted to your feet before crawling back up to your eyes. “Looks like this one has some potential. Good find, Ash!”
“Thanks…” you said skeptically, “I think?”
“You’re welcome,” Nellie nodded.
“Don’t mind her,” Mary chuckled nervously, “Nellie’s just like that sometimes.”
“For real,” Ashlyn agreed. “Do you want a drink?”
“That’d be great, thanks.”
“Sure, I’ll be right back.”
Ashlyn wandered off to the kitchen, leaving you at the conversational mercy of the two other women.
“So, first Rave huh?” Marry asked, “Are you excited?”
“Yeah, totally! I’ve always wanted to go to one, but I’ve never had people to go with.”
“Ahww poor thing!” Marry said sweetly, “Don’t worry, your rave moms will take great care of you tonight!”
“Oh, that’s for certain,” Nellie laughed to herself.
Ashlyn returned from the kitchen before you could ask Nellie what she meant by that. Probably for the best; maybe Nellie’s strangeness would become endearing as the night went on.
“Here you go,” Ashlyn handed you a sippy cup full of an ominous liquid.
You chuckled at the sight of the sippy cup: “So, you guys take the whole ‘rave baby’ bit pretty seriously…”
“We don’t want you to spill.” Ashlyn winked, “The house is a rental after all.”
You shrugged before taking an exploratory drink from the sippy cup. “This tastes pretty good; what’s in it?”
“My own special formula!” Ashlyn exclaimed proudly, “It’s appie juice, vodka, and a few other things.”
“Speaking of, We should probably get him dressed before–” Nellie started, but was interrupted.
“-We have to call the Uber!” Mary finished, cutting Nellie off.
“Right,” Ashlyn grabbed your free hand, “Why don’t you come with me, and I’ll get you ready for the rave.”
“O-okay,” you said, unsure of how you found yourself already going to a private room with Ashlyn. Maybe she liked you even more than you thought…
Or that’s what you thought until you saw where Ashlyn was taking you: The room you found yourself in could only be described as a toddler’s bedroom, complete with a Lightning McQueen race car bed, a play mat, and a whole roster of stuffed animals scattered across the room.
“I thought you and your college roommates were the only ones that lived here…?” you grasped for an explanation.
“We are,” Ashlyn reassured, “but we like to… babysit from time to time.”
“Your clothes are laying out on the bed.”
You shot a glance at the comforter to see the outfit that Ashlyn had laid out for you; you saw psychedelic themed shorts, a matching bucket hat, a shirt that proclaimed ‘I like to be Called a Good Boy’, and –most egregious of all– an adult diaper that was decorated with cartoon characters.
“Ashlyn, the sippy cup joke was one thing, but a diaper… really?”
“I’m just trying to look out for my rave baby!” Ashlyn deflected, “You don’t even know how long the lines for the gross porta-potties get. Trust me, you’ll be better off diapered.”
“I’ve developed an iron bladder ‘cuz of all the music festivals I’ve been to. Same goes for Mary and Nellie.”
“And the shirt?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Is it untrue?” Ashlyn chewed at her lower lip, “Would you dislike it if I called you a good boy?”
“Uhhmmm,” you stumbled back, unsure how you got here but enjoying it none the less.
“Answer the question…” she took an assertive step toward you, pinning you against the wall with her warm body, “...baby.”
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” her knee slid up along your thigh, eventually finding your private parts and sending a shockwave of pleasure trembling through your body.
“Ahww, you’re just adorable! Now can you put your arms up to the sky for Mommy?”
“That’s right sweetheart. Now put your arms up, so I can get your shirt off.”
You did as you were told, raising your arms above your head.
“Good boy,” Ashylyn said before slipping your shirt off, which was quickly followed by the unbuckling of your pants.
Once you were fully naked, Ashlyn pulled you off the wall. She placed a firm palm on your naked chest, guiding you to the racecar bed before gently shoving you onto it.
“R-really?” you said, “I’m not complaining, but is it really okay to do… it on this bed?”
“Do what, sweetie?” Ashlyn asked with an innocence that contrasted her devilish grin, “I’m only getting my sweet Rave Baby dressed for the show before the Uber gets here.”
“S-seriously?” the pained objection slipped out of your lips.
“Well, maybe if you’re a good boy for Mommy and her friends at the rave…” Ashylyn fluttered her eyelids, “We’ll see about… it when we get back. But first, you have to be good and spread those legs for your diaper!”
Ashlyn and her friends were obviously a lot kinkier than you imagined, but that wasn’t a problem for you; you did say you were good with anything. With that in mind, you decided –maybe a bit tipsy from Ashlyn’s special formula– to play along.
“Y-yes Mommy…” you said shyly, exploring the word on your tongue.
“Good boy!” Ashlyn gushed before powdering your excited parts and wrapping them snuggly in the diaper. She then pulled the rest of the curated ensemble onto you.
“You look great, baby! Now, let’s show you off to mommy’s friends before the Uber gets here.”
“That’s more like it!” Nellie grinned, drinking in your new outfit.
“You’re so adorable that I could just eat you up!” Mary pinched your cheeks.
“That’ll have to wait,” Nellie said, “Because the Uber will be here in five minutes.”
“You know what that means,” Ashlyn held out her red solo cup, “Let’s have a toast to an unforgettable night and down our drinks, girls!”
“That means you too, hon.” Nellie shoved the sippy cup into your grasp.
To your embarrassment, the girls downed their drinks rather quickly with little effort. You, on the other hand, were stuck nursing from the sippy cup, which only allowed for a slow yet constant flow of liquid. Since the girls had already finished their drinks, they focused their attention on you.
“Keep going sweetie,” Mary encouraged, “you can do it!”
Your cheeks burned crimson as the glug glug of your suckling filled the room.
“Atta baby,” Ashlyn purred as you finished off the apple juice cocktail, "Finishing all of your sippy like a good boy! Mommy’s so proud of you!”
“And just in time for the Uber,” Nellie laughed.
As you waddled behind the girls towards the car, you hoped they couldn’t tell just how much you had enjoyed being the object of their attention.
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As Always, all charachters depicted are 18+
Image credit to me actually; this was the outfit Mommy picked out for me to wear to our last rave… don’t tease me too hard
