Tricked and Treated (NSFW 18+)
Authors note: This is my first honest to goodness… or badness 😈, DDLB story. Hope you all enjoy it!
***DISCLAIMER*** The people depicted in the following story / caption are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older click away now!
Image credit: These are NOT my images. All credit goes to @diaperking
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Connor looked down at his pouting boyfriend. “What’s the matter little guy? Did you make a stinky?”
Tommy blushed hotly. “No!”
“Hmm, I better check. Why don’t you lift up your ‘costume’ and show me.”
“What,” Tommy said, dismayed. “Here?”
“Why not here,” Connor asked.
Tommy glanced around furtively. “B-because,” he quavered, “I don’t want anyone to see me.”
Connor laughed and shook his head. “Babies don’t get to make that decision, kiddo. Now lift it up or I will.”
Tommy glanced around furtively, quickly scanning the street. It looked like he was in the clear. Sullenly, he did as he was told, exposing his thick, crinkly shame to the world.
“Now turn around, and keep your butt out,” Connor said softly.
Tommy let out a displeased whine but turned around anyway. He didn’t want Daddy to spank him out here.
Connor reached out and grabbed the seat of the diaper. “Hmm, are you sure there’s no poopies in here?” He said loudly.
Tommy shook his head in denial as his boyfriend continued to squish and prod the seat of his diaper. He squirmed anxiously. Connor was making the check take much longer than necessary, and Tommy couldn’t even turn around to check the street.
Eventually, mercifully, Connor snapped Tommy’s romper back up. “No messes at all! What a good little tyke.” He mussed Tommy’s hair. “Let’s try to keep it that way for the rest of the night, bud. Remember, no changes till we’ve made it through every dorm room.”
Tommy sighed. As if he could forget. When he’d asked Daddy if they could do something scary for Halloween, trick or treating in little gear at Daddy’s college was NOT what Tommy had had in mind.
Connor lifted Tommy up, one arm easily supporting his baby boy with his diaper bag in the other. “Okay what,” he prompted.
Tommy looked around in panic. A couple across the street was pointing. The man said something that made his girlfriend laugh. Tommy buried his face into Connor’s shoulder. “Okay, Daddy,” he mumbled.
Tommy shuffled nervously and knocked on the first door. They’d garnered a lot of attention on the way over. The sight of a 23-year boy dressed as a baby being carried around by his boyfriend was pretty freaking hard to miss. Several people had come up and asked them what their costumes were. Tommy had blushed hotly and let Connor do all the talking.
“This year we decided to go as a Daddy and his little boy. I’m sure you can tell which one of us won the coin toss,” he’d laughed.
The explanation seemed to win over most people. Some had even played along and told Tommy how cute he was. They told him how he looked so small and silly in his Daddy’s arms.
The door opened. Tommy glanced up at Connor, receiving a reassuring smile in return. “T-trick or treat,” Tommy said, holding his candy pail out and looking straight at the ground.
The man answering guffawed. “Wow. That’s a pretty, interesting costume you got there, sport.” He laughed, gave Tommy some candy, and shut the door.
Tommy felt his knees trembling. His lower lip trembled. “Daddy, can we go home now?”
Connor gave Tommy’s thick diaper a reassuring pat. “No, baby boy. But how about this, if you fill up that pail with candy, we can go home, deal?”
Tommy still didn’t like it, but the bucket was fairly small. At the very least he wouldn’t have to visit every room in the dorm. “Ok, Daddy.”
They went from room to room, the sound of Tommy’s crinkling covered up by the hustle and bustle of parties in the building. The bucket was halfway full, and they had only visited one and a half floors. That didn’t make it any easier every time someone teased him about his getup, but at least he was almost done.
He knocked on the next door. “Trick or treat!” He held out the bucket and smiled brightly, hoping a little extra cuteness would earn him some more candy.
Music thumped into the hallway as it opened. A scantily clad blonde girl dressed like a nurse stood in the door-way. “Oh my god!” She turned around quickly. “Hey! Rebecca! You gotta get over here and see this!”
Tommy felt his heart leap into his chest. Connor just grinned.
The girl bent over, seemingly completely oblivious to how much cleavage she was showing. “Hey, there little guy. Well aren’t you just the cutest thing, I could just eat’choo up.” She gave his cheek a pinch.
Tommy flinched away, inching closer to his Daddy.
Connor laid a reassuring arm around his shoulder. “Oh, its nothing. He just gets shy around new people.”
“Hey, Teresa, what did yo-,” another woman showed up, this one dressed like a schoolgirl. “HOLY SHIT! No way!” She laughed uproariously.
Tommy edged further behind Connor’s broad back, trying to hide from the derisive onslaught. He yelped as Connor picked him up.
“I think my little guy is getting thirsty, would you mind if we came in for a drink?” Connor gave the diaper bag a pat.
Tommy wished he could float away.
“Of course!” Both girls yelled. They cleared the way as Connor stepped through, tittering loudly behind him.
There was a party in that room, with fake cobwebs, a witches cauldron, and other Halloween paraphernalia adorning the walls. The guests turned to see the new arrivals.
“Hey everyone,” Connor said, loudly enough to be heard over the music, “don’t mind us. My baby boy was getting a bit fussy so we came in for a drink. We’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
He walked over to a table and grabbed a beer before taking a seat on the couch.
Tommy stirred fitfully in his lap. “I’m not thirsty,” he whined.
Connor reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a bottle of milk. “Yes, you are.” He pushed the nipple into Tommy’s mouth. “Suck up all your milk and we can keep trick or treating, baby boy. You can pretend it’s Daddy if that motivates you,” he chuckled.
The girls approached them again. “You guys really get into your costumes. I can’t believe you actually brought a bottle!”
“Oh, we brought a lot more than a bottle. You might not be able to tell, but this kiddo is wearing a pretty big diaper right now too.”
Tommy sucked harder and closed his eyes.
The girls were flabbergasted for a moment before Teresa spoke up. “Can… can I feel it?”
“Of course you can, he won’t bite.”
Tommy felt like he was going to melt. A hand touched his crotch, gently at first, then more roughly as it’s owner gained confidence.
“Oh, wow, he really is wearing a diaper! I didn’t even know they made them that big.”
The girls continued to poke, and rub, and grab. Others saw the commotion and joined in. Soon, Tommy’s padded parts became the center of attention.
Connor held the bottle steady as Tommy squirmed. All the touching around his sensitive areas was starting to get to him. He felt his prince parts begin to stir.
“Shh, it’s ok.” Connor ran his fingers through Tommy’s hair. “It’s ok, baby boy. Almost done with your bottle. You’re such a brave boy, my little man.”
Tommy moaned around the nipple, crowd forgotten. A bit of milk dripped down his cheek and his penis pressed futilely against the confining padding.
With a final gulp, the bottle was empty. Connor put it back in the bag. “There, all done, ready to head back out?”
Tommy looked up at him, mortified and helplessly excited. “Yes, sir.”
Connor grabbed Tommy’s hand and stood up. “Well come on then, say thank you to the nice ladies who let us come in.”
Tommy turned to face them, unable to hold eye contact. “Uh… thanks, I gue-.” His guts cramped suddenly. “Ugh!”
Tommy frantically tugged at Connor’s sleeve. “I gotta go, now!”
“What was that? Did you say you have to potty?”
Several of the guests laughed in disbelief.
Tears were beginning to well in Tommy’s eyes. “Please let me use the bathroom, please!”
Connor gave an exasperated shake of his head. “I can’t understand what you’re saying, little guy.”
The convulsions were getting worse, he was teetering on the cusp of disaster. “Please, Daddy,” he cried, forgetting the crowd in his desperation. “No, no no no….” Fat tears of humiliation ran down his face as he lost his internal struggle. The back of his diaper pushed outwards, quickly expanding to accommodate the shameful mess. Even worse, Tommy’s bladder reflexively relaxed, further adding to the terrible predicament. His diaper eagerly soaked up the fluids, growing thicker and thicker by the second. Tommy buried his face in his Daddy’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Connor protectively wrapped an arm around Tommy’s bobbing shoulders. “Oh jeez, it looks like stinker here had an accident.”
The girls giggled and cooed at him. “Aww. Poor baby. Did you make an oopsie poopsie?”
Connor gently steered Tommy towards the door. “Let’s go kiddo. We don’t want to stink up the nice people’s party, now do we?” They made it back to the door when a voice stopped them.
“Wait up a sec, you forgot your candy, little boy!” It was Teresa.
Connor whispered into Tommy’s ear. “Hold out your pail, Tommy. The nice lady is giving you a tasty treat. Isn’t that nice?”
Tommy didn’t bother to turn around. He simply stuck out the pail and kept his face buried in the safety of Daddy’s shirt.
“Here you go, sweetie.” She poured a hefty portion into the bucket, filling it to the brim. Mirth danced in her eyes. “Lookie, now your candy bucket is as full as your diapy.”
Tommy whimpered while Connor let out a bark of laughter. “What do you say to the nice nurse?”
“T’ank oo,” Tommy mumbled out.
“You’re welcome, cupcake.” She turned to Connor and handed over a slip of paper. “If you ever need a babysitter for mush tush here, give me a call.”
He pocketed it, smiling gratefully. “Thanks, I think I’ll take you up on that. It’s tough making sure Mr. Waddlepants here doesn’t touch himself when I’m at work.”
Tommy’s face burned like the sun.
Tiffany laughed. “Bye bye, diaper boy. See you soon.”
The door finally shut closed, leaving a mortified and very messy Tommy clinging tightly to his Daddy’s chest.
“Good news, baby boy. Looks like your pail is nice and full. Would you like to go home now?”
The walk back to their house was far worse than the trip from it. Tommy’s diaper was so full and swollen he couldn’t walk straight, being reduced to a humiliating, bow legged waddle. It drooped limply between his legs, squishing with every step. He’d asked Daddy to carry him back but he was told walking was good practice for when he ‘grows up’.
The moment the house door clicked shut, Connor firmly pushed Tommy to the floor, causing him to land unceremoniously on his padded rear. Tommy stared helplessly as Connor began to undo his jeans.
“Feeding time,” he growled. His cock sprang free, bobbing before Tommy’s eyes.
Tommy looked at it, then up to Connor’s eyes, then back to his stiffness.
“Crawl over and get your milk, little man.”
Entranced, Tommy placed one hand in front of the other, inching across the floor till it was right in front of him.
Tommy hesitantly stuck out his tongue and began to lick, coating Daddy’s manhood with his saliva.
His tongue ran up his Daddy’s shaft, intercepting the salty dribbles running from the tip. Tommy wrapped his mouth over the head, tongue flicking out to tease his boyfriend’s sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” Connor moaned. He grabbed Tommy’s head between his hands and pulled, forcing the pathetic diaper boy to take his entire length.
Tommy gagged for a moment before adjusting. Daddy had trained him well. He bobbed up and down on Connor’s length. Lascivious slurping noises filled the room. Tommy moaned around the fat cock in his mouth. He felt his little penis growing hard again. He reached down with his free hand and began to rub his diaper.
Connor held Tommy’s head still and began to fuck him, sliding his cock in and out. “Hump your diaper, little boy, show Daddy how much you love being his pathetic little baby.”
Tommy happily obliged. Drool dripped down his chin as Connor roughly fucked his face. He was furiously humping his hand, uncaring of the mess spreading across his cheeks. All he cared about was the wonderful, squishy massage the full diaper was giving his little dick.
Connor started to tense, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against Tommy’s defenseless face. “Make sure to drink it all up, baby boy. Only bad boys spill their Daddy’s treats.”
Tommy groaned and looked into Connor’s eyes. His legs were starting to tremble with the pleasant waves of sensation traveling through him. They finished together, the sticky load flooding his mouth caused Tommy’s brain to douse his nerves with pleasure. He squirted into his diaper, finally filling it all three ways. He continued to hump his oversensitive penis against the swollen padding, losing himself in the rhythmic contractions as he emptied his own tiny load. He stayed like that for a long time, savoring the taste of his big boy bottle, pitifully rubbing himself in his fluffy, innocent prison.
Connor let out a long sigh and gently pushed his wanton boy slut off his cock. A string of salvia and cum hung between it and Tommy’s mouth.
“Time to get my dirty boy ready for bed.”
“Can you change me, Daddy? Please?”
Connor shook his head. “No. I told you, remember? No changes tonight unless we visited the whole dorm.”
Tommy stuttered. “Bu- but, but, I filled up the candy bucket and-“
“Yes, you did. And I told you we could go home when you filled it. I never said anything about going back on what I said before.”
Tommy’s eyes fell. His lip trembled.
Connor hugged him close, carrying him to his crib. “Shh, it’s ok, Tommy. Daddy put a new diaper over the top, remember? So, you wouldn’t leak, right? You can go to bed all nice and cozy knowing your mess is right where it belongs.” He laid Tommy down, wrapping him in the warm blankets. Connor kissed him gently on the forehead.
“I love you, baby boy. You’re Daddy’s special little man.”
With that he pulled up the bars of the crib, turned on the night light, and left the room, leaving his big baby boyfriend trapped and whimpering behind him.
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