Cheer Sitter

by Kat Rose

  I grunted something through the nipple, but Julia just chuckled. She's going to hear whatever she wants to hear, and there's nothing I can do about it.

  "It's okay, little guy. Don't worry about it." Then she leans in, though she doesn't bother to drop the volume of her voice. "Do not the best part of being a baby boy is going to be for you? Just think about it."

  I can't answer, so she gives me a few seconds anyway, just for the sake of theatricality. "Little boys don't have any modesty. They don't get embarrassed, and they're not ashamed. You can wait your diaper in public, and people will laugh at you or just smile, and you won't even care."

  What’s she talking about?

  Julia continues, "You can run around naked or just in a diaper, and you won't even worry about it. No, you won't. You just going to be this happy little boy, and you're going to be cute, and I'm sure all of the cheerleaders are going to love seeing you like this. They're going to want to see you crawl around on the floor and perform for them. Oh, it's going to be so much fun!"

  My eyes get big with dread. I whimper, straining. I start to kick out with my feet, not that it does any good.

  "Poor little guy. Is the baby getting all excited? Don't worry. I'm sure the formula will help you settle down in no time."

  What is she talking about now?

  Because I don't want a spanking, I suck from the baby bottle, filling my mouth and swallowing it down. I tell myself that it's just milk, but this young woman made something clear. As my cheer sitter, she thinks she can drug me. What she put in here? What am I drinking?

  I try to spit the baby bottle out with the tip of my tongue. I push at it, but the latex bends.

  "Oh, have you had enough?" Julia asks me with mock consideration. She pulls the baby bottle way, and I glance up at the plastic container. Sure enough, I already swallowed more than half of the formula.

  "Let me hold you," she says, framing that thought as a request, but we both know it's command. She squeezes me in her arms, holding me tight. She makes it abundantly clear that I can't get away. Even if I somehow slipped off of her lap, she would just grabbed me, yanking me right back.

  She holds me like I'm her pet. She rocks me back and forth, and then she does something far worse.

  She starts to sing.

  It begins with a gentle hum, softly sonorous notes on the air. Eventually, I realized that she's not going to let me up, so I settled down. I relaxed into her arms, excepting her embrace. As I do so, I realize something. My eyelids are getting heavy. It's difficult to stay awake, and I start to yawn.

  Sure, I do my best to suppress that fatigue, but it starts to press in on me from every side. I dropped my eyes closed, and I rest my cheek against her bicep. She stroking the back of my neck now, and it feels really good.

  "We're going to have so much fun when you wake up," she promises. "I can't wait to use you, Dylan. I think you have a cute little mouth."

  I hear those words, but it sounds like they're coming from far, far away. Pretty soon, the exhaustion consumes me, enveloping me. I disappear.

  In my dreams, I'm just a little boy in a diaper. I'm bigger than I should be, but I'm still a child. I'm in the middle of a room, and I turn, running. I hear giggles. Feminine voices follow me, and then I look over my shoulder, and there are bunch of girls. There is Julia at the front. But there are other beautiful young women, all bigger than me. Their college students, and I'm just a little boy. I run as fast as I can, but they catch up with me. They're long strides make it easy, and then they pick me up and they would me. They tickle me until I wet my diaper.

  As I open my eyes, I'm still really, really tired. It's easy to be sleepy on this mattress. I'm curled up, and I feel something warm between my legs. I don't really think about it. Somehow, I don't put the pieces together as the warmth persists, only there something else now, this odd weight.

  Something is happening, and maybe I should care about it, but I can't bring myself to worry. So instead, I stay right where I am, curled up with a pillow. I know there are blankets on top of me. They are heavy and warm, and I really don't mind.

  "I think someone just wet his diaper," I hear the voice, and I think that's absurd.

  What is this? Some weird dream?

  But then I look up. It's only the middle of the day, and I'm still sleepy despite the sunlight pressing through the windows.

  "Wake up, sleepy head. Oh, are you confused? Do not remember what happened?"

  Groggy, I tried to sit up. I push my hands down against the mattress, but I don't feel sheets. Instead, it feels like I'm touching pillows or something. Once I straighten my back, I lift my hands up, and I see that I'm wearing those gloves.

  Even though I recognize them, everything still feels distorted and stretched out.

  "So this is what happened," she says to me. "Yesterday, I gave you the chance to be a good little boy. I said that you could take down all those pictures you uploaded, but you decided you don't want to do that. Instead, you needed to be a brat. So now I'm going to give the campus something else to talk about. Like for example, your wet diaper."

  "I'm not in a wet..." I start to say, only to have the last word break apart in my throat.

  I shift my weight slightly, bringing my knees together, and I feel the wet cotton between my legs. The color drains away from my cheeks, and I get cold all over despite the extra heat.

  It's true. I'm wearing a dirty diaper. I wet my diaper while I slept.

  "What did you do to me?" I ask. The horror reverberates through every sound I make.

  "Sweetie, I didn't do anything but put you down for a nap. You wet your diaper all on your own." She giggles. "But that's okay. It's probably to be expected. I mean, you are just a little boy after all."

  "Let me out of this stuff! Let me out right now! You can't do this!"

  "I'm going to let you out of your crib as soon as you promise to be a good little boy in crawl right over to the changing table so that I can get you cleaned up."

  Now I see. I finally understand just how far she wants to take this. She isn't just interested in some blackmail material or even some embarrassing recordings. No, she wants to strip away every iota of dignity and adults that I possess. She wants to make me seem like I'm an actual baby, like I'm completely incapable of being an adult!

  That realization is enough to banish most of the exhaustion. The adrenaline flashes through my body, flushing away the sedatives. Still sitting upright, I cross my arms over my chest. "I don't care what you think you're going to do. I'm not going to cooperate."

  For the first time, I realize I'm looking out at her from behind the bars of the crib. You know what? I don't even care.

  "Are you sure about that? Are you sure you don't want to cooperate? Because you know what happens when I get miffed with you."

  Exhaling slowly through my nostrils, I keep my gaze flat and even. "I don't care if you spank me," I tell her. This time, I actually means those words. She made me wet my diaper! The disgust roiling through me is enough to get me through any spanking.

  "Oh yes, I'm going to spank you. But it won't be what you think."

  I won't back down.

  Julia must realize this because she turns around, and she practically stomps out of the room.

  She's gone, so what am I supposed to do?

  Just as the door slammed behind her, I heard the click of a lock. I'm trapped in here.

  I look over at the cameras, wondering if maybe I should try to call out for help? Yeah, that will do any good. I like this a live stream or anything. Julia wouldn't be that foolish. No, she's going to doctor all of the evidence to make sure it looks like I'm enjoying this. She's going to take those parts where I beg or plead or seem content, and she will make everyone believe that I'm just some boy who can't handle adulthood.

  My breath quivers, especially because I'm still seated in a wet paper.

  I try not to move, but I can feel it as it starts to cool down. The minutes ticked by, and I don't move, but th
e sensations are still there.

  I'm almost tempted to laugh when a different worry occurs to me. Am I going to get a diaper rash?

  I hope not, but that's not the worst thing I can happen.

  The door opens again, and there is Julie. If she marches up to the crib, and she drops one side of the gate. The bars are open now, so I glare at her. "I'm not going to let you change me."

  "That's fine. You don't have a choice now." She lifts one-handed snaps her fingers. The door opens again. At first, a shiver runs down my back because I think that she has her friends. Those guys who grabbed me? Yeah, they're here, they're going to help her.

  It's worse than that.

  Julia is still dressed as a cheerleader in her split, blue and silver skirt with her snobby top. But now she's not alone. Another pair of cheerleaders enter behind her. One is a redhead, the other a brunette.

  The two girls smile at me. "Dylan, this is Christina and Monique. They're going to help me change you since you insist on being such a naughty little boy."

  Before I even realize what I'm doing, I start to scoot back toward the other side of my crib. But the girls reach in, and they grabbed me. They take me by my feet, and they pull. I reach out, hoping that I might be able to grab onto something, only the mittens make that impossible.

  I hit the carpet.

  The girls grab me again, picking me up. They carried me right over to the changing table. Two of the girls are at my sides. They hold my hands above my head, their palms pushing down and my wrists.

  "No, you can't do this to me!" I call out.

  One of the girls puts her hand over my mouth, and she grins down at me. Her teeth are white and sharp. "Actually, we can. You see, Julia told us all about you. She told us what you did!"

  There's a sharp intake of breath, and of the girls keep me pinned. I try to pull away, but then I freeze when I see Julia between my legs. She tells the others to roll me over. They do. She unzips my pajamas.

  "Wow. This little boys wearing lots of layers," says one of the other cheerleaders.

  "I bet he needs them."

  Julia chuckles. "Yeah, he does. They're very good for keeping him nice and bound. But don't worry. By the time were done here, he's going to be such a good little boy, and he's going to tell us all about how he needs to be diapered all the time. Isn't that right, Dylan?"

  I glare at her, refusing to accept the possibility. No. No way. I don't need to be diapered, and I won't let her do this to me. I won't let any of these cheerleaders humiliate me like this!

  But how can I stop them?

  That's the question, and I don't have any answers.

  The girls stripped me out of the pajamas, and then I hear the pop of buttons. Julia opens up the onesie, and she peels and down the length of my body, only stopping around my stomach.

  "Ladies, look at this. His diaper is soaked!"

  "Gross!" I glance down at Julia, so I can't see who said that last one. Panting, I close my eyes, wishing I could be somewhere else, anywhere else!

  "You know," says the third cheerleader, "it's not his fault." For a second, I think that she's going to defend me. Maybe she will point out the fact that this is been forced on me. But no, she starts giggling. "He's just a baby! It's not his fault!"

  "I'm not a baby!"

  All three girls say the same word at the same time. "Shush!"

  That's enough to make me quiet, especially because Julia opens my diaper. She tears at the strips of tape that hold it tight around my waist and between my legs. When she opens it up, the aroma of urine hits my nostrils.

  The girls wrinkle their noses. "Oh, that really is gross," says one of the cheerleaders.

  Humiliated beyond belief, I don't know what to do. I stop struggling.

  "Oh, it's okay," Julia says to me. She turns that word into a promise. "We know that you can't help yourself. All you need to do now is say it. Tell us that you're a helpless little boy, and we will change her diaper. Oh, and maybe I will even give you a special treat after that."

  I don't understand what she means, but I swallow. "Fine. I'm a helpless little boy. I wet my diaper. Please, can you please change me?" As I utter those words, my voice threatens to break. It feels like I'm going to start crying at any moment.

  "Let's change him!"

  They wipe me down and powder me. They pull out a fresh diaper, and they put it on me. The whole process doesn't take very long, at least not for anyone who might be watching this. But for me, it feels like this goes on forever.

  And the girls are done. Even after Julia buttons me back into the onesie, she looks down at me. "Since we changed your diaper, you owe us now."

  "What, what do you mean?"

  I look over at the other girls, but they're just smirking mischievously. What do they have in mind? What are they thinking?

  Julia reaches under her skirt, and she begins to pull down her tights and her panties. She drops them onto the floor, and I see this all happen, but I still can't comprehend what she wants from me.

  "You know, I have lots of boyfriends, and they always want to please me, but there's just one problem. They hate the idea of going down on me. I don't know why. Boys always expect girls to suck them off, but when it comes to reciprocating, the guys just don't have what it takes. So I've come up with a solution."

  The other two cheerleaders giggle.

  "Hey, a solution?" I asked.

  "Yeah. From now on, you're going to belong to the cheerleaders, and were going to keep you in diapers, and you're going to write whatever we want. Because if you don't, we're going to destroy you, Dylan. Or going to break apart your reputation."

  "No, you can't do that. It's not right."

  "This isn't about right, Dylan," says one of the other girls with a surprising degree of confidence.

  "Monique is right. This isn't about what is morally right or wrong. This is about power. I have it in you don't, so you're going to lick us off, like a good little baby slave. Because if you don't, your chair sitters are going to spank you and break you any way. Understand?"

  Julia doesn't bother to wait for an answer. Instead, she climbs right up on the changing table, and the other girls are still holding me down.

  My cheer sitter positions herself right above me, and she lowers herself down, her legs spread, her pussy coming closer and closer to my mouth.

  "Start licking or we will let our boyfriends beat you up," Julia promises, and I want to believe that she's joking. It's just a tot, another way to tease me.

  It doesn't matter. I raise my head, and I start licking eagerly at her wet pussy. Doing this to me has turned her on. She loves playing with me, mocking me.

  "Oh, that feels good." I keep licking, sliding my tongue into her wet pussy. I worship her body, feeling it as she tenses above me.

  The other cheer sitters decide that this is a good time to add to my humiliation. They slide down toward the bottom of the changing table, and one of the girls puts her hand on my crotch. My body stirs. I'm licking Julia's pussy.

  "Oh, as part of being a baby boy," Julia announces, "You won't be allowed to have sex with anyone. Don't worry though. You're still going to get to come, but it's going to be in diapers, and you're going to have to ask one of your cheer sitters for the privilege."

  My face flushes, and I want to beg for her to change her mind, but I ready know she won't. She has made her decision, and there's nothing I can do to change it. So instead, I give her everything I have. I show her that I'm going to be a good little baby slave. I'm going to do whatever she wants. On Julia goes around campus, and she's in charge.

  She can put me on a leash or show me off to her friends, and I won't be able to resist.

  As I think about this, Monique and Christina force me to enjoy this. I don't know which girl is touching me or how, but I feel it, the gentle caresses, the stroking, the press of hands and fingers. It feels so good!

  I raise my back, lifting my head even more as I plunged my tongue into Julius pussy. I lick her e
agerly, and the other girls tease me, working all the way to an orgasm.

  "Go ahead, baby boy. Make cream in your diaper," Julia says, and I keep licking, flicking my tongue up and down, left and right, encircles. I worship her clit with everything I have, and the girls force me to come.

  I don't have any choice. They squeeze a massage, teasing me until my body yields. I surrender, losing all control.

  My cock starts to pulsate, and Julia cries out. Our orgasms are in sync. I can feel each spurt as they splash against the inside of my diaper.

  Julia climbs off of me. She looks down at me. I'm hazy, unable to focus. Maybe some of the sedatives are affecting me again.

  "There's a good little boy. Now, would you like to beg for permission to lick Monique?

  I'm going to do it because I have a choice. I'm going to do it because I belong to these girls now. I'm their slaves and their toy and their doll. And they're my cheer sitters.

  The End