Strobe lights, lasers, fog machines, and even flame throwers accompanied the thumping DJ set. The crowd formed a sea of people dancing in place, bouncing happily from foot to foot or frat-flicking enthusiastically.
The music and accompanying light show were incredible; even more so after the taffy Ashlyn had sweetly fed you, calling you a good boy only after making you suck her finger clean of the sticky residue. You eventually realized that the taffy wasn’t just candy as a floaty sensation washed over your mind.
You couldn’t help but dance to the music yourself, feeling the beat thump in tandem with your own heartbeat.
“There you go, sweetheart!” Mary grinned at you, “I love your energy, bouncy bean!”
You blushed at the compliment, acutely aware of how ridiculous it was to get flustered from something as innocuous as dance praise when you were already wearing a diaper and humiliating t-shirt.
Still, you decided to brush past this and enjoy the festival.
You danced and danced, enjoying the electric sights and sounds of the show. Maybe it was the enthusiasm with which you danced, or maybe it was the docile, floaty sensation that rippled through your head that rendered you unable to notice your hand slip from Ashlyn’s grip. You were so wrapped up in the concert that you similarly failed to notice Ashlyn reaching into Nellie’s Hello Kitty Backpack, AKA your diaper bag.
Just like you failed to notice Ashlyn standing behind you until the harness ‘clicked’ on around your chest.
“Naughty boy,” Ashlyn whispered behind your ear, “You were supposed to hold Mommy’s hand, remember?”
“R-right,” you glanced over your shoulder, revealing a mini monkey backpack attached to a leash that ran back to Ashlyn’s wrist.
“Nice rave bracelet!” Nellie joked.
“Thanks!! It’s my favorite!” Ashlyn responded with childlike enthusiasm.
Aside from the embarrassment that singed your ear tips whenever you felt the tug of your toddler leash, the rave raged on normally as the four of you danced among the mass of bodies.
“Sweetie, you should really just let go!” Mary shouted over the music.
“Wha!?” you shouted back.
“It’s not that Nellie and I haven’t been enjoying your obvious little potty dance,” Mary smirked, “but it isn’t healthy to hold it! Just use your diaper!”
“I’m not–” you tried to protest, but –at that very moment– you flooded your diaper, filling it with the pee you had been trying to hold in all night.
“Looks like we’ve got a potty pants on our hands!” Nellie announced for the whole crowd to hear, not that they paid much attention given the flashy DJ set.
“I knew it!” Ashlyn licked her lips, pleased to see that the diuretic she had slipped into your sippy cup had worked, “Good Boy~”
“B-but…” Water began to well in your eyes as you tried and failed to recover from the knowledge that three gorgeous women just watched you wet your pants. Even worse, you didn’t just pee your pants; you soiled your diaper. And they all knew it.
“Ahwww, don’t tell me you’re about to cry!!” Ashlyn practically moaned out, obviously enjoying your abject humiliation the most. She even reached down to her crotch, allowing herself a quick once-over before regaining her composure and pulling her hand away.
“It’s okay sweetie,” Mary rubbed soothing circles on your lower back, “that’s what diapers are for! Nothing wrong with a wet baby!”
“Of course not, sweetie.” Mary turned to Ashlyn and Nellie: “You guys mind if I change him? Pretty Pleaseeee?”
“Fine,” Ashlyn rested her hands on her hips, “But I get to change him before bedtime then.”
“And I’m enjoying the show too much to change a baby right now,” Nellie handed Mary your diaper bag.
“You might also want this,” Ashlyn handed Mary the toddler leash. Your toddler leash.
“Thanks Ash!” Mary pulled you by the leash out of the crowd.
The walk was long and blushy as you waddled and squished past the other ravers. Mercifully, Mary found a relatively secluded spot behind one of the vendor's tents next to the chain link fence, but it was still nerve-wracking:
“Lay down, honey,” Marry set out a changing pad on the grass.
“Do you want a clean diapee or not?” She knitted her eyebrows.
Mary slid your shorts off your legs before untaping your diaper. To your dismay, your excited baby bits (as Mary called them) gave you away.
“Wow, looks like someone is having fun!” She giggled before addressing you seriously: “You have been having fun tonight, haven't you?”
You blinked, surprised by Mary’s question that sounded fully earnest in its delivery.
“Uhmm…” you trailed. The rave was fun, and you had enjoyed spending time with Ashlyn. You would also be lying if you said some part of you hadn’t enjoyed what you could only assume was kinky foreplay with Ashlyn and her friends, “...yes. Yes, I’ve been having fun,” you finally answered.
“That’s great!” Mary clapped her hands together in excitement, “So… rumor is you have a little crush on Ashlyn…”
“W-who told you that?” you panicked.
“Is it true?” Mary asked innocently.
“Y-yes,” you admitted, “but all the baby stuff is admittedly a little intimidating.”
“No need to be intimidated sweetie; you’re really good at it!”
“Ashlyn likes you too, you know.” Mary wiped your intimate areas clean, “She probably likes you even more after tonight!”
“All three of you are really into this baby stuff then?”
“Mhmm,” Mary nodded, “We’ve been best friends since high school. Then, after a drunken game of truth or dare I told them about my fetish… ‘this baby stuff’ as you put it. They were a little surprised at first, but their curiosity outweighed their surprise. I explained things, and then –to my shock and delight- they both got into it too. Talk about good friends, right?”
“Yeah… I did get the sense you were all pretty tight,” you chuckled.
“Let’s just put it this way,” she taped on a new diaper, “If you do end up dating Ashlyn, you’ll also get two aunties to dote on you.”
‘Clang,’ The chainlink fence rattled as a couple collided into it, intensely making out with each other.
The woman opened her eyes to see you –still without shorts on– and Mary kneeling beside your balled up, yellowed diaper.
“B-babe,” she pushed her boyfriend off her.
Your eyes dilated in shock as your entire face burned tomato red. You staggered back on the changing mat, as if putting a few feet between you and the couple would somehow diminish your embarrassment.
“Ahwww, I didn’t mean to scare you!” The woman said sweetly, as if trying to console a child.
“Here buddy,” the woman crouched down to offer you a tiny gummy bear trinket, “We’re sorry for startling you.”
“T-thanks,” your trembling hand accepted the pocket sized knick-knack.
“You’re welcome!” She said, “That’s just the cutest little Sesame Street diaper I’ve ever seen!”
“Isn’t it?” Mary agreed with the stranger. Her boyfriend just stood there, awkward and silent.
“Thanks for giving a toy to my little tot,” Mary offered the woman a beaded bracelet, “you should have this!”
“Ahww, thank you!” The woman accepted the bracelet before she and her boyfriend walked off.
“They were nice,” Mary mused.
“I still wish they hadn’t seen my diaper…” you grumbled.
“It’s not like they’ve never seen a kid get their diaper changed before,” Mary said, “Plus they didn’t even tease you! They were so nice!”
“I guess they were surprisingly nice,” you agreed, still feeling the heat in your cheeks.
“That’s PLUR culture for ya,” Mary shrugged, “Now, let’s get your pants on and get back to the fun. How does that sound, sweetie?”
“Yeah…” you mumbled, “That sounds good.”
As always, all characters depicted are 18+
Quick disclaimer: this is fiction — if you find yourself discreetly diapered at a rave, don’t use PLUR culture as an excuse to expose your fetish to non-consenting parties
