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“There’s no way I’d tell you, cabrón!”
“No, no, trust! You can—” Cellbit held back a drunken burp, “—you can trust me. I wouldn’t make fun of you or anything.”
“No, you’re going to fucking laugh at me, and I’m going to leave, and I’ll never be able to talk to you again.” Roier sunk lower in his chair, his cheeks already flushed from his drink and the conversation at hand.
“No, no, no, Roier. I won’t make fun of you, I promise. It can’t be that weird!”
“It’s pretty fucking weird!”
“I can go first if you want.”
Roier stared at the icon of Cellbit’s dog happily smiling for the camera. There was no way Cellbit wouldn’t laugh. His own girlfriend laughed at him, and she loved him more than Cellbit did.
Cellbit loudly inhaled then quickly said, slurring his words, “I like watching people eat. There. That’s it. Now you go.”
Roier squinted at the screen and took a pointed sip of his seltzer. “Is that why we went and ate ants down in São Paulo? You like watching me suffer? Or watching me suck dick?”
“No, no,” Roier could hear the smile in Cellbit’s voice. “I just like watching people eat, it’s… kinda complicated.”
“But it’s like watching me suck dick and eating ice cream, no?”
“Not really. It’s something with the lips and the tongue and being in the moment, and, I don’t know…. It’s hard to describe.”
Cellbit fell silent again, waiting.
Roier groaned, resting his chin in his hand. “Do I have to tell you?”
“Uh, yeah!” again Cellbit laughed, making Roier feel worse, “I just told you mine, now you go.”
A deep breath; the alcohol made it feel like his words were lighter than air. Maybe they were, and Cellbit wouldn’t be able to hear them.
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“I promise.”
Roier brought his hands to his eyes, not wanting to see Cellbit’s reaction. “It’s diapers, okay?”
The call was very quiet for a second before Cellbit suddenly burst out laughing.
Roier groaned, sinking farther down into his chair and burying his face into the crook of his elbow. “Puta madre! You said you wouldn’t!”
“I’m not, I’m not, it’s just…” Cellbit chuckled to himself, “That’s it? That’s all it was? I mean, I was expecting something super weird like, I don’t know, mangos, and it’s just diapers?”
He had never wanted to die more in his life, the alcohol making his ears ring in agreement. “Fuck off, viejo de mierda.”
“Diapers? That’s it? Or is it more like being a baby and pissing yourself?” Cellbit snorted, “Are you into shitting yourself, too? Bebezão Roier enjoys diaper changes?”
Roier drained the rest of his seltzer. “It’s just diapers. That’s it. See you later.” And he left the call.
And now Cellbit knew. Cellbit knew. He could tell everyone, or even worse, tell no one but bring it up casually by talking around it. Watch him squirm wondering if Cellbit was actually going to reveal his secret or not to the group, dropping hints until someone else picked them up and came to the correct conclusion, someone much more cruel. Cellbit could do anything with that information.
And he laughed at him.
Roier’s face burned as he crumpled the empty can.
Cellbit promised, and he laughed at him.
There was no way he could ever talk to him again.
But if he was in Cellbit’s shoes, he’d do the same thing. Probably even worse. Who the fuck was into diapers? No one worth taking seriously. And it was just a dumb conversation that steered into kinks and fetishes for no reason.
Why couldn’t they have stuck to something easy like eating pussy or fingering assholes?
Roier rubbed his eyes and clicked out of the app. Maybe Cellbit would be too drunk to remember what he said by morning, that wine-drunk bastard.
~~~
It had been a gracious couple of days since Roier had heard from Cellbit. No texts, no dms, no nothing. Roier wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not, but the more time that passed seemed for the better.
Maybe Cellbit felt bad.
Maybe he did forget after all.
Maybe Cellbit realized how fucked up it all was and never wanted to talk to him again.
But either way, he was content with the silence.
He was cooking supper when his phone buzzed, absentmindedly pulling it out while also trying to flip over his meal in the frying pan.
A photo from Cellbit.
Roier squinted in suspicion as he opened the notification.
A photo from Cellbit.
A photo of Cellbit. Wearing a plain t-shirt and sweatpants, with one hand pulling up the hem of his shirt to reveal something white and plastic-looking poking out from his waistband.
Roier sharply inhaled through his nose at the realization, but there was no way that Cellbit had actually sent him a photo of him wearing one.
There was no way, right? This was a picture he found online somewhere and sent it to him.
Maybe to prove to Roier that he still remembered their conversation, enough of it to taunt him with it.
But if this was indeed Cellbit… wearing that…
He stared at the photo, a dense pit settling in the bottom of his gut, only snapping out of the spell when his hand brushed the hot pan, making him drop his spatula and splatter the oven with food.
Another buzz.
Roier scrambled to scrape whatever was left of his meal back into the pan and to wipe his phone off the best he could.
“Trying something new.”
Of course he was trying something new, trying a new way to use Roier’s embarrassment to summon a crack in the ground that would swallow him alive.
Roier turned off the screen and went back to cooking, and when another text buzzed through, he rolled his eyes as he read the notification.
“Does it look good?”
Roier huffed and set his phone down to finish cooking.
Of course he looked good. He was Cellbit. What kind of question was that?
But he wasn’t going to tell him that. There was no way he could handle anymore teasing.
But Roier was tempted to write a quick little response as he laid in bed that night, scrolling back and forth between the messages and the picture before ultimately caving and saving the photo, leaving Cellbit on read.
~~~
Roier stepped out of the shower and wiped his hair off before working on drying the rest of his body, picking up his phone to switch songs when he saw he had another text from Cellbit, the first one in a week since the last photo.
Maybe Cellbit had gotten the message after all.
Roier opened the notification up to find another photo made of mostly differing shades of white. Pale, hairy thighs smooshed together under the shade of an oversized white t-shirt, its hem draped over much of his crotch as Cellbit seemed to have taken the photo sitting down. But the clear star shone front and center, a hand once again pulled back the shirt’s hem to show off a thick, white, papery-plastic bulge, leaving nothing to Roier’s imagination at what was wrapped inside.
Blood rushed down south; he did his best to ignore it, more angry than horny, as finally, he typed a response to Cellbit.
“Wey, what the fuck?! What is your fucking problem?”
Three dots appeared for a couple of seconds and then disappeared again.
“I thought you would like it. I’m sorry.”
Roier huffed, pressing send on his message. “Stop making fun of me.”
Another few seconds. “Making fun of you? I’m not! I’m–”
A beat. “Can I call you?”
Roier pursed his lips yet accepted the call, setting his phone down to dry off as Cellbit blubbered on the other side.
“I’m so sorry, Roier, I thought you would like that kind of thing, and I didn’t know how you would’ve taken it. I’m sorry, I should have asked you beforehand, sending stuff like that. But I’m not making fun of you, I swear! I’m, I just–!”
“Why else would you send me those pictures if you weren’t making fun of me?”
Cellbit fell silent.
“There is no other reason, cabrón! It’s all just one big joke to you!”
A breath, and then Cellbit quietly said, “Like I said earlier, I should have asked you before sending those pictures, and I’m sorry about that. But it was never to make fun of you. I…” Cellbit loudly swallowed. “I wanted to try something new, genuinely. I wanted to see why you liked that kind of stuff, and I found out that I actually kind of like it, too. I never wanted to make fun of you for it, and I’m sorry for making it look like that.”
Roier took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead.
Something still told him that there was no way that Cellbit wasn’t doing this to make fun of him, to tease and hurt him for what he liked, that there was no way Cellbit was also somehow getting enjoyment out of his weirdass kink.
But also, Cellbit would not lie to him, would not shout false apologies, would not continue to take a joke farther if he knew it was causing this much anguish.
Maybe Cellbit was telling the truth.
“Is that the truth?”
Another sigh. “Yeah, it is. And I know now why you’re so hesitant to talk about it. It’s definitely… not something I want other people knowing about. But I like it.”
Roier chuckled to himself. “Yeah? What do you like about it? Tell me.”
“What, now?!” Cellbit laughed.
“Yeah! I mean, you still have one on, don’t you?”
A quiet admission, “Well, yeah, but…” before Roier egged him on, “Then tell me about it! There has to be some reason why you’re wearing them still, why you didn’t just put one on to take a picture and immediately take it back off again!”
Roier wished they were on a video call, just to see how Cellbit was squirming in his chair, trying to avoid the question.
“It… it feels good…”
“And?”
“It’s soft, and I don’t feel all gross and sweaty down there, and oh my god, I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”
“Hey, it’s okay! It’s okay! Just the two of us! No judgment here, Gatinho!”
Cellbit nervously laughed but continued, “I don’t know what you get out of it, but I really like the feeling of putting a new one on, it just feels clean; I don’t know how else to describe it. And it’s comfortable, like having a cushion everywhere I sit.”
“Exactamente.” Now that Cellbit was not making fun of him, most of his anger had dissipated, leaving a very different problem that Roier was tempted to start working on.
As long as he was quiet, it should be fine, right?
Roier picked up his phone to scroll back up to the last photo Cellbit had sent while also reaching down to lightly stroke his dick.
“You wear them a lot now?”
“Uh, here and there, I guess. Not all the time, but sometimes.”
Roier bit back a moan at the thought. He wasn’t even wearing them for Roier or for a picture. He was actually wearing them for his own pleasure.
“Have you used them?”
“Oh, no, I… I’ve tried, but I just don’t think I can, you know?” Cellbit awkwardly laughed. “It’s like a mental thing.”
Where would he have tried it? At his desk, the workaholic not wanting to take a break for even a moment? In bed, lying down, not wanting to wake his girlfriend in the middle of the night? Out in public, worried about finding a bathroom in time and then realizing that he didn’t have to stress about that anymore? Or even just over his toilet, right there within arm’s reach but still choosing to use a diaper? Just the thought of Cellbit trying, even out of curiosity, to piss himself, made Roier buck into his hand with a small moan.
“Are you… masturbating?”
“Ah, is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, actually,” Cellbit sounded a lot more relieved, then laughed. “Is this conversation turning you on that much?”
Roier moaned a lot louder, speeding up now that he’d been caught. “Of course it is.”
Cellbit hummed, louder and much more confident. “Well, tell my why you like them.”
“Why I like them?” Roier puffed, knees already feeling weak.
“I told you why I like them, it’s your turn now.”
Roier’s head swam, making it difficult to pick out individual thoughts in the mess of trying to not drop his phone or slow down.
“They’re… embarrassing. No one should know. Wearing one out in public and not being able to hide it with a shirt… Or seeing a bulge through tight pants…” Roier bucked into his hand again with a wanton moan. “Even better if someone uses it. They can’t control it, they have to go! And now everyone knows you just pissed yourself. They can hear it, they can smell it. And they think you’re disgusting.”
Roier thickly swallowed and wiped away the water and sweat dripping into his eyes.
“And a new one. Is white and clean. And perfect. And changing out of a used one into a clean one…” Roier couldn’t speak anymore, his words turning to hot pants as he chased the edge.
“What about this? Can you tell me what you like about this?” Cellbit’s voice was seductive, pulling Roier out of his rush for a second to glance down at his phone.
Another photo.
A selfie in the bathroom mirror, Cellbit’s face front and center, a coy smile knowing exactly what he was doing, fully nude save for a diaper.
Roier cursed and picked up the pace, eyes raking over the details.
It looked like it fit very snugly, as if Cellbit had picked out a size too small. The plastic cut into his doughy pale legs, pushing them apart with the amount of padding; it pressed into his gut as if the flimsy plastic could support it alone. His dark, fuzzy happy trail leading to plastic folds that Roier would die to run his fingers along and maybe squeeze the large bulge below. Small blue adhesives were the only thing holding it together, thin and stretched down Cellbit’s hips, straining like they were under a tremendous amount of stress and ready to pop at any moment’s notice.
And Cellbit was smiling.
Smiling in the photo.
No shame, no hiding his face.
He could utterly destroy Cellbit’s reputation with one tweet, maybe even ruin his career.
Roier let out a long moan, cursing Cellbit’s name as Cellbit just laughed.
He picked up the pace, finding urgency as he got close to the edge again.
“Go to the toilet.”
“The toilet?”
“Go– piss yourself,” Roier panted again, closing his eyes and sinking back against the wall. He was close. Just a little more.
When Roier heard the sound of the adhesives ripping, he quickly blurted out, “Don’t take it off! Just go!”
“Go? I can’t, I—”
“Pretend you’re on the toilet, sit down if you want! Just don’t take it off!”
Cellbit was quiet on the other end before he let out a weird noise. “Eugghh… I… That feels…”
“Send me a picture.”
His phone buzzed again with another photo. Roier cracked open an eye to confirm what he hoped.
Another mirror selfie, but now the bright white diaper had a dark grey spot front-and-center, making the whole thing sag tremendously.
Cellbit had pissed himself.
At Roier’s command.
The thought pushed him over the edge into bliss, his hips snapped forward as hot ropes shot out over his stomach and the bathroom floor, a litany of curses and “Cellbo”’s echoing around him.
Coming down from his high, Roier laid his head back against the wall and let his body sag into the floor before realizing that Cellbit had asked him a question.
“—good?”
“I… what?”
Cellbit laughed, “Was it good? You liked it?”
Roier groaned, spent and not looking to cum again. “Of course I did, pendejo. It’s my kink.” He let his head rest against the wall for a second, scrolling back up to look at the photos again. “But did you like it?”
“I…” Cellbit thought for a second before laughing, sounding surprised, “Yeah, I actually did! I don’t like sitting in this, but when it happened, in the moment, yeah. I liked it. I had fun.”
“I’m glad.” Roier scrolled through the three new photos, saving each one to his phone. “You look cute, you know.” He paused on the second one, looking over it again with fresh eyes. “But maybe buy a different size.”
“I know,” Cellbit laughed, “I know! I wasn’t looking when I ordered them. For next time, maybe.”
“Next time…” Roier hummed, fishing around for something to wipe up the mess.
“You know, maybe this isn’t just your kink anymore.”
“Oh?” Roier cocked his head.
“Maybe this is something we both like and can enjoy together. If you want to, of course.”
“And you promise you’re not making fun of me,” Roier teased.
Cellbit laughed. “I promise, I promise.”
“Bueno, okay then. Next time.”
And as the conversation drifted into a different topic, Roier couldn’t help but feel like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders, that a part of him that he’d kept under lock and key could finally breathe. That someone else didn’t find him disgusting or never want to speak to him again; someone knew, and he understood and even wanted to participate with him.
It was still a secret, of course. He wouldn’t be shouting it from the rooftops anytime soon.
But to have someone to share that secret with was just about as thrilling as the kink itself.
Company in the taboo was nice, he realized, and Roier was looking forward to what could happen next time.