Loving Care: The Stories of Lola Trechlyn

Chapter 1
I - Little Champion

Chapter Description: F on M, Mental AR. / Originally published on April 11th, 2007.

David awoke with only the vaguest recollection that he had been found out -- that Tricia, his girlfriend of six months, had at last discovered indisputable evidence proving David was courting the affections of Dana, the most jaw-droppingly hot sensation ever to transfer into Willowbrook High.

He also awoke in a nursery. It appeared to be a baby’s nursery, complete with crib, playpen, diaper pail... all the usual accouterments. But even though David quickly regained his senses to find he was still his slender, masculine, 15-year-old self, he realized that the nursery was intended for him.

The walls of the nursery were not conventional walls, but rather transparent plexiglass. Encircling David’s makeshift cage were his ex-girlfriends, all of them -- Jeanette, Petra, Sidney, Joanie -- all the girls he had cheated on, betrayed, and left heartbroken. They were smiling. Chuckling.

David was wearing a diaper. He looked down, horrified, to see the babyish, double-thick disposable diaper forcing his legs apart. Decals of bears and ducks dotted the waistband between the fastly-secured tapes. A blue t-shirt reading “baby” covered David’s chest, but save for its light fabric and the humiliating diaper, the teenager was stripped bare, and feeling more naked than ever.

Confusion turned to anger. His diaper crinkling loudly, David rose to his feet.

The cramps hit instantaneously and with painful force. David doubled over in agony. He felt more full than he had ever felt in his entire life. He squeezed his knees together and moaned loudly. His exes took notice, some hiding their smiles behind their hands.

David stood up again and tried to regain control. He couldn’t tell which was more unbearable -- the humiliation of the virgin white diaper hugging his hairless legs, or the intense pain that bubbled in his abdomen. The boy groaned loudly and flexed every muscle in his body, struggling to maintain what was left of his dignity.

He shut his eyes. David bit his lip and clenched his fists, which he pounded against his hips impotently. His knees knocked together. He looked like a constipated toddler.

David was soberly aware that the chuckles of his ex-girlfriends had turned into all-out laughter as he began helplessly crapping in his diapers. The teenager whined pathetically as he bent over and forced his mess out of his body and into the waiting cotton. The load pressed against the back of the diaper, puffing it outward and turning the soft white a shade of sickly brown.

David stood straight up again in time to realize that his mind was leaving him. His sphincter flexed again and he helplessly pushed another load of crap into his diaper. The feeling of relief was short-lived as David found that he had forgotten how to walk. His legs, with their fresh, warm load between them, felt foreign to him and, overcome with mental cloudiness, he fell to his knees.

The teenager’s emotions quickly regressed, becoming increasingly fragile and babylike. David felt tears of humiliation and frustration begin to well up in his eyes and course down his cheeks as he emptied still more crap into the seat of his diaper. The warm load spread across his bottom and pushed between his legs, coating his balls.

As if on cue, his bladder loosened, and David began helplessly spraying streams of hot urine into the front of his diaper. The 15-year-old began bawling, wailing, as he lost his balance and fell to the palms of his hands. His ex-girlfriends laughed uproariously at David’s plight as they watched the seat of his diaper expand. The cramps were so bad for David that he started to push, forcing every last bit of crap into his diapers and against his skin as he wailed dejectedly.

As he peed his diapers, even a crawling position had become too much for David, and the boy fell onto his stomach, a sickening “splat” sound piercing the air as his diapered crotch hit the floor. Hot urine coursed uncontrollably over David’s testicles as he half-cried, half-babbled incoherently. He had lost the ability to speak as an adult.

Joanie was rolling on the floor outside the glass, laughing. David howled in frustration and began pounding his fists on the carpet. The tears soaked his t-shirt as he squirmed impotently, the unimaginable mess in his diapers coating his manhood and reminding him that it had been lost. Still he cried harder, wailing out, wailing for “Mama” -- the only word he could locate -- as the last of his book-learning drained away, leaving him only with memories, and thoughts of the girls peering in on him, and all the diapers they would have to change.

No... NO!

David felt a few final spurts of urine saturate his diaper and he rolled onto his right side, curled into a fetal position. He balled his left hand into a fist and pushed the tip of his thumb to his lips. Desperate for comfort, desperate to stop the tears, David squeezed his thumb into his warm, wet mouth and began to suck.

Tricia entered the nursery through its lone door. David felt his heart drop into his stomach. His girlfriend sniffed the air and screwed up her face.

“Ewww... Baby Davy made a stinkums in hims dipees, didn’t he?”

The girls outside the room looked and listened in on the scene, each new development eliciting a round of fresh laughter.

David burst into tears anew around his thumb.

“And it looks like... he likes it!”

David’s eyes snapped open and he was terrified to find it true. A big, man-sized erection throbbed in his diaper, warmed by its surroundings, yearning, aching for release. Pre-cum leaked from its head and settled into the diaper’s mess. With every motion the glans of David’s penis slid across the cotton interior of the tightly-taped diaper and threatened to send the teenager over the edge.

“What does Baby Davy want now?” Tricia asked.

David found he had no control over his actions or his words. “Me,” he sniffled, “me wan’ make cum-cums in my dipee.”

His ex-girlfriends busted out laughing. Their rapturous reverie pierced the air and hammered into the boy’s soul.

“Okay, Davy,” said Tricia. “Make lots of cum-cums for Mommy just like the big boys do.”

Still sucking his thumb with his left hand, and with the reverberation of feminine laughter echoing through his head, David reached his right hand downward and clutched at his erection through the messy diaper.

No... not in front of the girls!

David’s balls tightened. The 15-year-old sucked his thumb in earnest, tasting the salty tears that slid into his mouth, as he went over the edge and came into his diapers. He writhed on the floor in ecstasy as load after load of hot boy cum erupted from his penis and coated the front panel of David’s diaper. It was the most powerful orgasm the young man had ever had. The line between pleasure and torture blurred as his cock pulsed and his loins squirmed around their squishy, diapered confines. He pounded his heels on the floor and moaned loudly as he emptied every last drop of spunk into his infantile garb. The girls who were watching knew what was happening and couldn’t believe their ex-boyfriend could get off on something so humiliating. Little did they know, it had not been his choice to make.

David gasped when he saw Dana enter the room. Dana, with her tight, low-rise blue jeans and sexy pink midriff, sauntered in with a smile.

The boy had no idea what to say, what to do. Here was Dana, this treasure, this sex goddess, David’s ultimate acquisition, whom he had been trying to court for a month, whom he had wanted to fuck for two since she moved into town... looming over him as he cried and sucked his thumb in a post-orgasmic haze and a filthy, bloated diaper.

He pulled his thumb out of his mouth. He wanted to explain everything. But an explanation isn’t what came out.

“Me go peepee an’ poopy in my dipee, Dana,” David whined. “Dana pwease change Baby Davy’s dipee?”

All the girls were laughing such that the tears streaked their make-up vertically down their cheeks. They could hardly catch their breaths. David felt more humiliated than he ever thought possible. He wanted to die.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Dana said. “Dana will get you out of that messy diaper and put you in a nice new one and make it allll better for her little champion.”

David’s face burned like a pagan fire as Dana knelt between his legs and untapped the heavy, sagging mass. When Dana unfolded the diaper the combined smell of David’s crap, urine, and semen made Dana dry heave. David gauged her reaction around his thumb, which he had returned to sucking. He prayed he could melt into the floor.

David lay there as the girl of his dreams changed him like a baby, wiping the revolting mess away from his most private areas, cleaning his testicles and his once proud cock, then massaging powder and oil into his crotch and anus before returning the teenager to a double-thick disposable diaper and tucking in the legbands.

Blinded with shame and permanently stripped of the abilities of locomotion and communication, David sucked his thumb wistfully as Tricia and Dana helped him into the crib for his afternoon nap.

And, alone, in the darkness, the laughter from before now replaced with pervasive silence, David squirms in his soaked, loaded diaper, perpetually horny, and ruing the day he ever mistreated the girl who had lent him her heart.

Retrospective

Published on April 11th, 2007, "Little Champion" was my attempt at creating a simple one-act play-- something with a scarcity of plot and exposition, but written competently enough to enable easy reading and enjoyment of detail. My thinking was: Get in, get out, don’t try too hard, and see if, somehow, readers like it.

"Little Champion" was always intended on being its title. It wasn’t until my next story that I decided on initalizing all titles of my original works as "L.C." More on why I decided to do this in our next retrospective. Also, David gets his name from a person I knew in real life at the time who I deeply resented and for whom I had very little respect. Using his name in the story helped it to practically write itself.

Thanks for reading. -lt