Diapered Submission at Tesco

Two guys go shopping at tesco, guy a previously spiked guy b's breakfast with diuretics. Guy b rushes to the toilet, doesnt make it (pisses themselfs) and runs into the family bathroom. They call guy a to get new cloths and help. Guy a takes there time and comes in the family bathroom with a few bags. Guy a beought adult diapers and adult baby cloths for guy b. Guy b resists. Guy a exsplains he doesnt have a choice. Guy b relents and trys to put the baby stuff on but fails. Guy a takes over, also puts guy b in a lockable underwear so guy b cant remove the diaper without the key. Guy a then procedes to start treating guy b like a baby. This ends up becoming sexual later on when they get home.

--- The fluorescent lights of Tesco hummed overhead as Liam smirked, watching Jamie fidget. He'd dosed Jamie’s coffee with enough diuretics to make a horse piss itself—now he just had to wait. Jamie sucked in a sharp breath, gripping a shopping cart. "Fuck. I think—I gotta go." "Bathroom’s back by produce," Liam said, feigning concern. Jamie bolted, but the desperate sprint ended in disaster. A dark stain spread down his jeans before he even reached the bathroom door. Whimpering, he ducked into the family restroom and slammed it shut. His voice cracked over the phone: "Liam, I—I fucking pissed myself. Bring me clothes." Liam took his sweet time picking out supplies—extra-small sweatpants, a pacifier, and the pièce de résistance: thick adult diapers. He knocked on the bathroom door, bags rustling. Jamie’s face burned when he saw the contents. "No fucking way—" "You’re soaked," Liam said, stepping inside and locking the door. "You really got a choice?" Jamie hesitated, then reached for the diaper with shaky hands. He fumbled the tapes, humiliation tightening his throat. Liam sighed, pushing his fingers away. "Let me." He spread the diaper open, forcing Jamie onto the changing table. The plastic crinkled as he snugged it tight, then clipped the locking underwear shut with a smirk. "There. Now be a good boy." Jamie squirmed—but the first slap to his padded ass made him gasp. And Liam was just getting started. ---

Liam's fingers traced the waistband of the locked underwear, tugging it just tight enough to make Jamie whimper. "Look at you—can't even dress yourself." His other hand slid between Jamie's legs, palming the thick padding with deliberate pressure. Jamie's breath hitched. The diaper was already damp from his accident, the plasticky scent filling the cramped bathroom. "Liam—" "Shhh." Liam popped the pacifier between Jamie's lips, silencing him. He grabbed the hem of Jamie's ruined shirt, yanking it over his head before replacing it with a snug onesie. The snaps clicked shut at his crotch, sealing him in completely. Jamie bucked, but Liam pinned him to the changing table, grinding against the bulge in his own jeans. "You're mine now," he murmured, biting Jamie's earlobe. His hand slipped under the onesie, fingers kneading the swollen shape of Jamie's cock through the diaper. The crinkling plastic was obscenely loud as Jamie arched into the touch, muffled groans escaping around the pacifier. Liam chuckled. "Good boy."

Liam smirked, pulling Jamie up from the changing table and spinning him toward the mirror. The onesie hugged every curve, the thick diaper obvious beneath the snug fabric. "Let’s see how you handle a little shopping trip," he purred, unlocking the bathroom door with a sharp click. Jamie froze, his stomach dropping. "No—*Liam*." His voice was muffled by the pacifier, his fingers clutching at the hem of the onesie. Ignoring him, Liam yanked him into the fluorescent glare of the supermarket aisle. A middle-aged woman pushing a cart slowed, her eyes flicking down to Jamie’s padded hips before darting away with a cough. Liam patted Jamie’s ass, making the diaper crinkle loudly. "What’s wrong, baby? Need a snack?" His fingers dug into the waistband, giving it a little snap. Jamie’s face burned, but a traitorous throb pulsed between his legs. The shame was thick, suffocating—and yet, every step made the plastic shift, teasing him. A stock boy stocking shelves gaped, then quickly pretended to focus on his work. Liam grinned, leaning in. "Bet he’s imagining you waddling to the checkout like this." Jamie moaned behind the pacifier, his thighs trembling as Liam steered him toward the registers—fully exposed, fully *his*.

Liam guided Jamie toward the express lane, his grip tightening as the cashier—a bored college student—glanced up, then did a double take at the obvious bulge beneath the onesie. "Don’t forget your manners," Liam murmured, plucking the pacifier from Jamie’s mouth. "Say hello." Jamie’s throat worked, but no sound came out. The cashier’s cheeks flushed as she fumbled with a pack of gum, her eyes darting to the crinkling sound with each shift of Jamie’s hips. Liam tossed a candy bar onto the conveyor belt. "For my good boy," he said, loud enough for the next customer to hear. A stifled laugh came from behind them. Jamie’s knees nearly buckled, his cock aching against the damp padding. Liam’s hand slipped under the onesie again, fingers pressing hard against the soaked material. "Bet you’re dripping," he whispered. "Bet everyone can *smell* you." The cashier hurriedly handed Liam his change, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor as Jamie whimpered, his humiliation a live wire under his skin.

Liam steered Jamie toward the car, one hand gripping the back of his onesie like a leash. The parking lot asphalt was unforgiving, each step sending a fresh jolt of awareness through Jamie’s padded hips. The diaper sagged slightly now, heavy with proof of his helpless arousal. A man loading groceries into his trunk paused, eyebrows lifting as Jamie stumbled past. Liam didn’t slow down. The car door clicked open, and Jamie barely had time to brace before Liam shoved him inside. The vinyl seat stuck to the back of his thighs as Liam climbed in after him, slamming the door shut. The sudden privacy made Jamie’s pulse spike—but there was no reprieve. Liam’s fingers hooked into the waistband of the onesie, yanking it down to expose the swollen, damp diaper. "Look at you," he sneered, dragging a knuckle along the wet plastic. "Couldn’t even make it home." Jamie’s chest heaved, his cock twitching as Liam peeled the tapes open with torturous slowness. The cool air hit his slick skin, and he bit his lip to stop the moan. Outside, car doors slammed. Someone walked past, their shadow briefly crossing the windshield. Jamie froze, but Liam just grinned and spread his legs wider.