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Chapter 3 - Desperately Clinging to Dignity

Ron's next day of classes passed uneventfully. He was so on edge from last night that he almost felt like checking over his shoulder to make sure that Kimberly wasn't lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on him as he moved from class to class.

But nothing like that happened. Before he knew it, the day ended, his head hit the pillow, and rays of morning sun snuck past his blinds to greet him for another morning of waking up in swollen Huggies. Ron's feelings of shame for waking up in wet Pull-Ups every day had grown worse since his emasculation at the hands of Kimberly. He now spent more time during the day ruminating over his bedwetting failures and his feeble hold on masculinity than he ever had before. And when he went to bed worrying about whether he was going to wet himself—that only made it more certain that he would.

He even began stressing out more about having to hold his bladder during class, which was not something he usually ever worried about. He had begun psyching himself out, and it was making his problems worse. On the second day, he made it through physics class after what felt like a Herculean effort to hold his bladder, then rushed in a panic to the nearest bathroom. He made it, but he had been all but sure he was going to piss his pants in front of all the ladies in the hall who watched his mad dash quizzically. Ron didn't even know what he would do if such a cataclysmic event were to happen.

On Wednesday, after his last class of the day, Ron was once again struggling to make it to the end of class. When they were finally dismissed, Ron heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up from his desk, and snuck a worried glance down his pants just to reassure himself that he wasn't crazy, and that his pants were indeed still dry. Just as an adult man's pants are supposed to be, he thought to himself as he walked out of class. Maybe he was just worrying too much. Maybe he had just let the Kim incident get to him too much. He decided to use the bathroom once he got back to his dorm, and headed outside with a bit of a gurgle coming from his lower stomach.

As he entered the courtyard, however, his heart leapt in his throat. Kimberly was right there, talking with two of her girlfriends. Before he could decide whether to sneak away or offer a nervous "Hello," his decision was made for him as her eyes locked on his and she smiled pleasantly. The other two girls turned to look at him.

Caught off-guard, he blurted out a quick "Hiya, Kim!" trying his best to smile naturally, and trying to read her friends' expressions.

Kim's face didn't change. "Hey there, Puddles!"

Ron's face turned deep red, as Kim's two friends burst into uncontrolled laughter. He smiled nervously and tried to play it off "Haha, what? What are you talking about?"

Kim was as blunt and unphased as a rock. "I'm talking about the puddles you make in your bed every night of course. Remember? How you tried to hook up with me the other night, but just ended up wetting your Huggies in front of me? You remembered to wear them today, right?" Her friends continued laughing. They clearly couldn't get enough of this.

Ron tried to turn away, muttering half-heartedly "Why do you say such weird, random shit?"

Kimberly was not letting him wiggle out of this. "Oh, not true, is it? Want to take us to your room to make sure you don't still have DIAPEES waiting for you on your little nightstand? There's no use denying it!"

One of Kim's friends piped up, "Gonna go back and give yourself a change right now?" All three of the girls continued guffawing.

"I only need them at night!" Ron finally snapped. His nerves started getting the better of him as he began to realize their increasingly loud conversation was starting to draw a lot of stares and bewildered glances from onlookers.

"That's funny, because we sure as hell weren't sleeping when you wet your widdle diaper in front of me!" Kimberly quipped cheerfully and mercilessly. "Because god knows I wouldn't be caught sleeping with a tiny dicked little man-child like you!"

"They're not diapers! They're Pull-Ups!" Ron was on the verge of tears, and he wasn't sure why he was even trying to argue at this point. Barely-stifled laughter was starting to bubble up among the spectators around the courtyard who were clearly all listening in.

"Ohhhh that's right," Kim's other friend jeered. "You don't wear diapers like a little baby. You wear Pull-Ups, like a real man!"

This sent the trio over the top, and they all doubled up in laughter. Ron clenched his fists in impotent rage. But that rage soon turned to shock and fear as a new sound reached his ears.

Pssssssssssssssssssssss

He was doing it again. In his nervousness and indignation he had lost his bladder control again. He was wetting himself right there in the courtyard, in from of Kim and her friend. The dark burst of wetness spread from the crotch of his pants and cascaded down his legs, hitting the concrete with a distinctive pitter-patter that no one would miss even if they weren't watching as Ron began debasing himself. Ron frantically dropped his books as he futilely attempted to cover up his wet crotch with his hands, tears welling in his eyes and a pitiful whimper escaping from his shocked lips.

Kim and her friend began pointing to Ron's wet crotch and roaring with laughter. "He fucking pissed himself again!" Kim choked out between guffaws. The darkening of Ron's pants, the pitter-patter, and the girls' cruel and rowdy jeering drew the shocked and intrigued stares of passers-by heading to their next classes. Ron's infantile incidents were no longer going to be solely discussed by Kim and her friends. All of campus would be talking about the pathetic, infantile little wimp who pissed his pants in the middle of the square.

"Awww poor liddle baby forgot to wear his diaper to class, huh?" Kim's friend taunted through a cruel smile. "Guess you need your mommy to change you since you can't be trusted to dress yourself, huh? So much for only needing to wear your diapees at night, huh, little boy?"

Ron had begun sobbing uncontrollably, and began gathering up his books so that he could escape this situation.

Kim's lips were tightly pursed in a thin smile as she watched him gather the last of his things. Then she unceremoniously snatched him by his wrist and began dragging him in the direction of his dorm. Her friend laughed hysterically and called after them "Make sure our little man is taken care of!"

"Clearly you're not capable of handling this yourself," she remarked. "time for a real adult handle the little piss-baby."

She dragged a sobbing Rob all the way through the dorm hall by his wrist, the other residents looking on in a mix of shock, awe, confusion, and amusement. When they got to his room, she yanked his keys off his lanyard and opened the door herself, then practically threw him onto the bed. Ron lost his grips on his books and they tumbled all about his room floor. Kim smugly shoved them to the edges of the room, closed his room door, and went straight to the drawer where Ron hid his nighttime diapers. She yanked it open, took out some wipes, baby powder and diapers, and threw them on the bed next to Ron.

"Still lying to yourself and trying to pretend you're a big boy? That delusion didn't last long, huh?" she cooed as she peeled off his soaking wet pants and boxers. "Bet you know better now, huh? Bet you're never gonna try to walk out in public without your widdle protection, huh? Now you're never gonna forget you're just a little bitch-baby that needs diapers. Tell me. Tell me what you are. I want to make sure you've learned your lesson this time."

As Kim wiped him down, Ron screwed his eyes shut and choked out between sobs "...I'm a little bitch baby that still needs diapers."

"I can't hear you!"

"I'm a little bitch baby that still needs diapers!" he sobbed.

"Get the fuck up pussy, we' re going to pull these Pull-Ups up over your tiny little beta dick so you don't get any piss on the floor," she spat as she opened up a pair with a sneer. "Even these little things are too adult for you. I'm sure they make tape diapers in the size of full-grown bitchboys like you, don't they?"

Ron stood and looked down forlornly as she pulled the training diapers up over his privates and around his waist. Ron grimaced as he watched his manhood get enveloped once again by the soft, crinkly diaper with the humiliatingly juvenile pattern on them. It felt final. It felt like his masculinity had been revoked for good. His previous daytime accident was no longer just a fluke. His failure as a man was complete. His sobs resumed anew.

Kim was unmoved by Ron's tears. "It is so perfect that you did this in front of the whole campus. I'd already been telling everyone about how much of a big baby you are. It's nice that you did my job for me." She leaned in closer. "What girl is ever going to come within 100 yards of the little piss baby now? No reason not to wear diapers to class now. It's not like there's going to be anyone else to discover your infantile little secret, and you might at least save yourself the humiliation of making a puddle in the courtyard." Her eyes narrowed and her wicked smirk deepened. "Time to accept that you'll never be anything but a little sissy diaper-baby."

All Ron could see or hear were Kim's taunts. His mind replayed the dozens of hurtful expressions that had continued to pass by when he had pissed himself in the courtyard. He was so distraught he didn't notice the gurgling in his lower stomach getting more intense. At least, he didn't notice until it was far too late. He did begin to notice, however, when a horrifying *blurrrrrt* filled the air and he felt the seat of his Pull-Up weigh down ominously.

Oh my god. No fucking way. I haven't done something like this for years.

I... I can't be...

The look on Kim's face, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide, told he that indeed he was.

He was doing it. At 21 years old, he was pooping his Pull-Ups like a fucking toddler.

Kimberly took her hand away from her mouth and cupped the full seat of Ron's diaper, her eyebrow raising as she felt the weight and confirmed that he had indeed messed his Huggies. She pressed the weight of his mess against his ass, causing him to squirm and whimper. Her lips curled in disgust as she looked down on him with disdain.

"If there was ever any doubt...only a beta male would sit there and soil themselves like a helpless infant. I already knew you were a wimp and a loser, but this is a whole new low. You're never coming back from this. No one could ever see you as a man after watching you soil yourself like a whimpering little sissy. You can go out into the real world and try to pretend if you want, but in your heart you'll never forget this. Because this is who you really are, pussy."

Ron had never felt more pathetic, more like a child, in his entire adult life as he listened to Kim lay into and lecture him, his messy Pampers hugging him tight.

"Real men don't depend on diapers to manage their bodily functions for them. Real men don't get their wet pants changed by a crush who friendzoned them. Real men don't get bullied and diapered by the hot girl in their class. Real men fuck girls like me. You couldn't do that, because you weren't capable. Your manhood is inadequate, and always will be. You will always be a beta male soiling his diapers."

Ron tentatively put the hand on the heavy bulge in the seat of his Pull-Ups, as if to check if it was really there. None of it seemed real.

Kim stared him dead in the eyes. "Sit in it."

Ron blinked rapidly. "Wha-?"

"You heard me, bitch," Kim snapped. "Sit in it. You pooped your pants like a fucking toddler, now sit in it like a toddler. Clearly if you like pooping your pants so much, it shouldn't bother you at all."

Ron awkwardly shuffled his feet and looked down, muttering "Uhhh uhhh I really don't want t-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Kim had grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved his ass down onto the bed. He gave a cry of dismay as he fell into his own humiliating mess. It was warm and mushy and it made him want to sob all over again. It spread underneath him and clung to him. He soon resumed crying like a baby.

Kimberly leaned in closer to Ron, her smile menacing and her voice low. "You're too weak, too helpless. That's why you're here sitting in your own filth like a pathetic little baby. This is your place. Moments like these are going to be the rest of your life."

Ron, still sobbing, laid down on his back. Kim sat down beside him, gave him a condescending smile, and cooed, "I bet getting your diaper changed by me has been the most attention you'll ever get from a girl in your life." She began rubbing the crotch of his diaper, which had become mysteriously damp with pee without Ron even noticing.

Ron choked back his whimpers and moaned as the feeling of Kim's hand and of the warm, wet cotton caressing his genitals overpowered his despair and shame. He looked up at Kim – her perfect waist and hips perched beside him, her pillowy bosom bursting out of her shirt, and her eyes staring him down – and he felt the animal urge to breed with her. But alas, incapable, emasculated, and infantilized, he knew that she was beyond him. He knew that all he was capable of doing was sitting there and letting her bring him to climax in his soiled diaper, like the beta loser he was. All of Ron's confused feelings swirled together as Kim's subversive hand turned his shame and emasculation into an act of pleasure, the closest thing to sex that he had ever – and would ever – experience.

Ron gasped in ecstasy and shame as he climaxed blissfully into his messy Pampers, his embarrassingly miniscule penis furtively pumping his impotent semen into his diaper. He had never orgasmed this intensely before. Tears continued to trail down his cheeks as he fought to catch his breath.

Kim looked down on him and gave him a sickly sweet smile. "You get worked up real easily when I belittle you like that, don't you, little sissy?" She asked.

Ron nodded meekly.

Kim leaned in closer, "Well, even though you're clearly not man enough to fuck someone like me, I do find you adorable in a sort of pathetic way, and I might consider keeping you around..."

She put her lips to his ear, "How would you like the privilege of being my little cuck?" She drew her head back. "You're a natural-born cuck, after all. It seems like the perfect place for you. What do you think? Can you handle being cucked by me? Being on the sidelines while I fuck real men who have what it takes to tame me, and have their way with me?" She winked seductively at him.

Ron was shocked. She still wanted him in her life after having humiliated him so thoroughly? But...as a cuckold? For her amusement? But he was still so attracted to her. Her scent still made him catch his breath. Her curves still drove him wild. And even now, sitting in his own filth, the thought of being her little plaything made him blush...and what other options did he even have at this point? What girl would swoon for a beta male in his 20s who still had accidents in his Pampers?

Kim, sensing weakness in Ron's hesitation, pressed on. "Think about the opportunity. You always wanted to be involved with me in some way, didn't you? But understand this. If you do agree to be my cuck, everyone is going to know. All my friends are definitely going to know you're not the one fucking me. All of your friends might find out too, because I'm not going to be ... discreet or restrained in my womanly adventures. Everyone will end up knowing that, while you may be dating me, you sit on the sidelines because you're not man enough to satisfy me."

She stepped in closer, "But," she murmured seductively, "since I know you're awfully fond of me, I'll still allow you to have..." Kim held up two fingers in a pinching motion, mimicking Ron's tiny member, "a little fun. Always while you're wearing your diapers, of course. Your pathetic little beta cummies don't belong anywhere near my pussy, for obvious reasons."

Ron gulped. Kim leaned in, her face an inch from his. "Well?" she asked gently. "What do you think, little bitchboy?"

Ron's every instinct was to say no. But despite himself, all that could come out of his mouth was a feeble, barely audible "Yes."

"I can't hear you, little boy. Say 'Yes mommy, I want to be your little beta cuck.'"

Ron looked down at the floor and repeated "Yes mommy, I want to be your little beta cuck."

Kim smiled evilly and stroked his cheek. "'I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go.'"

The thought was terrifying to Ron, but he repeated regardless, "I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go."

"Good boy. I'll be seeing you again soon, little guy." She patted his cheek and then promptly started leaving his room. Before she closed the door, she looked back in on him and said sweetly, "Oh, and by the way, any girl you happen to be friends with at school is going to know about your pantswetting and your little diapers by tomorrow. I know, the grapevine's a bitch, ain't it? So be ready for that too, little bitchboy!"

After the door clicked shut, Ron shuddered with anxiety and anticipation.

For the rest of the night, he masturbated more furiously than he ever had in his life. All while back in diapers.