Sniper Diaper

Attention: 5 squads remaining. Came the announcer's voice.

“I’ve got eyes on one of them.” Aaron’s voice chattered through the mic. “Looks like they’re headed to 3rd party another one.”

“Let’s hug the wall around Bunker and get a better view.” I said, “We need higher ground.”

The sound of gunshots rang through the speakers of my headphones. Short, triple bursts.

“They’re topside with a Hemlock.” said Brody “Looks like they have a Bloodhound, Lifeline, and Gibraltr. Should we rush?”

“No!” I shouted into the mic, louder than I meant to. “I got a Kraber. Let me snipe a bit.”

The enemy Bloodhound was engaged with a Caustic from another party. The Bloodhound emptied his clip and dropped Caustic to the ground. I took a deep breath, waited for the Bloodhound to hesitate and -- BAM!

“He’s down.” I said.

“Rush?”

“Not yet.”

Their Lifeline ran up to the Bloodhound and started rezzing. BAM!

“Two down.” I said, unable to keep the cockiness out of my tone.

The last member of their squad, Octane, was coming up to grab their banners. This would be a tougher shot as he was faster than other characters.

I trained my sights on him and tried to account for the time it would take for the bullet to travel and then drop.

“You got it, man!” came my friends’ words of encouragement.

“Get ‘em!”

I was lined up. Now was the time.

“Put this on.” said a voice.

It took me a second to register. I was a bit confused as to where the sound was coming from. Because it wasn’t from my mic.

I turned around to see my wife standing there, holding one of my Little4Big Adult Diapers.

I quickly switched my mic off to mute.

“What?” I asked incredulously. All thoughts of the close game I was in the middle of immediately dissipated.

“You heard me.” she said sternly, with no regard for what I was doing, “Put this on.”

My jaw hung loosely.

“Wha-...uh...now?” I asked. Not opposed to the idea, just not crazy about the timing.

“Yes. Now.” She said pointedly, “You always say you want me to ‘surprise’ you with this stuff. Well now I am, and judging by the look on your face I’d say I’ve succeeded. Now lay down!”

I barely registered the sounds coming from the game as I immediately moved to follow orders. Jennifer was never spontaneous like this. She wasn’t into the whole “diaper” thing at all either. But she would humor me sometimes because she loved me. So I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have her dominate me with a diaper.

I laid down next to my gamer chair. The sounds of my friends through the mic still echoing.

“Dude wtf?!”

“Hello? Where are you??”

“Pants down.” she said, so I quickly yanked my basketball shorts and undies down.

“What is this?” she asked innocently, holding up the diaper.

She reveled in making me say things out loud. She knew how embarrassed it made me to speak my fetishes explicitly. So she took pride in having me vocalize them.

“A...d-diaper…” I muttered under my breath.

“A what?” she asked encouragingly.

“A diaper.” I repeated, louder this time.

“That’s right! And do you want to wear this diaper?”

I trembled in a mixture of humiliation and desire. “Mhmm…” I nodded.

“Use your words.” she barked.

“Yes. I want to wear the diaper…” I said.

She smiled, and took her sweet time getting me into it. Slowly unfurling it, laying it down under me, making a show of putting on the powder, then giggling at how hard my dick was as she closed it over the front of me and taped it on tightly.

“I’ll be back in a little while to check on you baby!” she smiled, and left the room.

I picked up the mic and turned back to the game. Looks like we ended up being the 2nd to last remaining squad.

“Hey guys...sorry about that..” I said into the mic. But then I realized it was off (thankfully) and they couldn’t hear me. I clicked the little switch on the cord back on and repeated what I said.

“Dude where the hell were you?”

“Yea what the fuck, man? We could have won if you didn’t afk.”

“Sorry guys uh...Jennifer needed something.”

“Damn man”

“Wives...amirite?”

“It’s all good.” I said. Trying not to wriggle too much in my chair.

“What was that?” one of them said, apparently hearing the crinkling of the diaper.

I panicked a bit, “Oh uh...I dunno, must have been static or something…” I said, probably unconvincingly. “Let’s run it back.”

We dove into about 5 more games. Getting dropped immediately or getting some decent runs in. I wriggled in the diaper. Starting to grow more and more aroused. Making sure to mute my mic each time I wanted to get a little “rubbing action” in over the diaper between queues.

Jennifer came back in after about 30-45 minutes. I clicked the mic.

“How’s it going?” she asked.

“Pretty good,” I said. “We almost won one earlier.”

“Not about the game, silly…” she said, rolling her eyes. “I meant that.” and she poked the front of the diaper.

It took me a bit to figure out what she meant. “Do you want me to...use it?” I asked.

Again she rolled her eyes like I just said the dumbest thing ever. “Well of course sweetie! That’s what it’s for!” And without another word, she left.

I took another sip of my Mountain Dew to clear my throat. I mean I do have to pee… I thought to myself. And I won’t even have to get up to go to the bathroom!

I smiled as we queued up for another game. While we were waiting, I clicked the mic. I don’t know why. It’s not like they’d be able to hear what I was doing. Maybe I just felt self-conscious about pissing myself in a diaper while my friends were carrying on conversation like nothing was amiss. Weird, right?

It took me longer than I thought to get it going. I don’t know if it was because I was sitting Indian-style or if it was just the thought of trying to convince my brain that it was okay to do it in the middle of my game room and not in a toilet.

As our squad started dropping, I finally began to trickle some out into the diaper. I was pissing myself as we dropped from the giant airship, ironically leaving a trail of yellow behind each of our characters.

By the time we landed, my diaper was flooded. I hastily fumbled with the mic as several squads landed around us. I clicked the button on the mic. Hands trembling. I tried speaking to the squad, but it was so hectic they must not have heard me. We were downed pretty early on.

“Wheeeeere’s the baby??” I heard Jennifer saying around the corner. I quickly clicked the mic again. Hoping beyond hope that Aaron or Brody didn’t hear her. They know we don’t have kids.

“There he is!” she cooed as she came around the corner.

She walked right up and placed her hand between my legs. Squeezing the front of my now swollen and plump diaper.

“Uh oh…” she said in her pouty Mommy voice, “what did you do??”

She looked at me expectantly. Wanting me to say it.

“I...i...I went pee pee…” I said glumly, using my submissive voice.

“You went pee pee where sweetie?” she asked, leading me to where she wanted.

“In my d-diaper…” I said. The words still clinging to my tongue.

“Awww! You did?! And what do you want me to do about it?” she asked.

“Will you...change me please…” I asked, but I could tell she wasn’t satisfied. So I switched to the little baby voice she liked “w-will you...change my diapee pwease?”

She giggled. “Maybe...but first I think you need to get on the floor and make another wittle ‘mess’.”

Again, it took me a while to figure out what she meant. I knew she didn’t want me to poop myself. That was strictly off the table from day one when I introduced her to my diaper fetish. She was game as long as that was never a factor. So if she didn’t want me pooping in them that must mean…

“You want me to hump the floor?” I asked.

She nodded her head. Giggling a bit. “Mhmm!!”

I sighed. Taking off my mic. Aaron and Brody were no longer chatting. They must have left the room or something.

I climbed down onto the floor and cringed as the warm mushy front of the diaper was pressed into me.

I looked up at her, willing her to change her mind. But she seemed more delighted than ever. Smiling and nodding in encouragement.

I wriggled a bit, trying (unsuccessfully) to get comfortable. I fixed my wiener into a way that it was flat and parallel to the floor, then sighed, and started humping.

Despite how wet the diaper was, the crinkling was still incredibly loud.

“Which one do you want to suck on while you have your fun?” she asked, pulling out 3 or 4 pacifiers from our stash and holding them out in front of me.

“The...one with the penis on it…” I whimpered. Knowing the other 3 were likely injected with the sour stuff.

She smiled and plopped it in my mouth. I had to suck on it loudly to keep it from falling out.

Soon the humiliating feelings evaporated and I was overcome with pleasure as I started to hump.

“What’s happening baby?” she asked. Noticing my pathetic little moans getting louder.

“I...I’m gonna c-cum…” I said around the penis paci.

“Cum in your what sweetie?”

“I’m gonna cum in my DIAPER!” I shouted, slightly annoyed at how often she made me say it.

“Go on then, baby! Make a goo goo in your diapy!” she teased.

I groaned and crinkled and as I dug my hips into the floor, shooting my warm goo inside and adding it to my piss.

“Now what do you say, baby?” she asked.

“Mommy...I made a sticky in my wet diapy!!” I said. Now that I had cum. All my horniness had faded. I just wanted out of this stupid thing. “Will you...please change my diapy?”

She laughed. Nodding. “Turn over sweetie!” she said.

She proceeded to give me one of the most humiliating changes ever.

“Oh look how much goo goo you made in your diapy, baby! You must have really enjoyed yourself!” she said. “Your wittle pee pee is all shriveled and tiny now!”

She giggled as she rolled up the diaper. “Now go put your diapy in the trashy and then you can go back and play with your wittle fwiends!”

I huffed and puffed as I took the diaper and put it in a plastic bag. Taking it out to the garage and tossing it into the trash can.

When I got back, there was chatter on the mic again.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Dude I don’t know, that was fucking weird.”

I looked down at the cable where the mic switch was, and my stomach hit the floor.

The mic had been on the whole time.

They had heard what I did in my diaper. What I did on the floor in my diaper. Oh god. I wanted to shrivel up and die.

I gulped as I put the mic back on. Hoping beyond hope that they somehow didn’t know what just happened. “Uhh...hey guys…” I said, trying to sound casual and play it off like it was nothing.

“Hey...” They both said simultaneously. Laughing hysterically.

“Did you have fun?” Aaron asked.

“Yea...sorry...I was a little busy…” I cringed. Pleading with a higher power that they didn’t know.

“Busy using a diaper?”

Fuck.

THE END