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Chapter 4 - A Weakening Grip on Manhood

Ron was apprehensive about going back out on campus after his public accident. And though it killed him, he had finally convinced himself that he could no longer walk out in public without wearing a diaper under his clothes. Admitting this to himself was a painful blow to his already crippled pride and masculinity, and his feeling of adulthood and independence. He felt like a whimpering child pulling on his training pants before heading out to school, and the feeling destroyed his self-esteem. Maybe being a beta cuck was truly his destiny. Real men didn't have these problems controlling their bodily functions in adulthood.

As he ventured tentatively out of his dorm, he was hyper-conscious of every subtle crinkle his Pull-Up made as he walked, painfully aware of the conspicuous bulge the Pull-Up seemed to make from his crotch, and severely paranoid that his infantile underwear would poke out from under the waistline of his shorts. Ironically, his acute nervousness and his inability to act natural probably drew more attention than the subtle crinkling of a babyish diaper ever would have.

Of course, on the other hand, the idea that Ron was going to be able to walk through campus at this point without getting a lot of attention was no longer a possibility. Everywhere he went, passersby and little clique groups around campus would turn, look at him, and turn back to their friends to giggle maliciously to themselves. The first time this happened, Ron's heart dropped and his cheeks grew beet red. His nervous bladder let slip a small dribble of urine into the thirsty crotch of his Pull-Up, and he silently cursed himself for being so weak and helpless to keep from wetting himself, no matter how little. But his bladder had become highly sensitive to his emotional state, and any disturbance seemed enough to open the floodgates and help prove everybody right about what a pathetic little baby he was.

As he walked through the courtyard, a woman's voice he didn't recognize called out from afar, "Hey little boy, did you remember to bring an extra pair of pants?" Waves of laughter followed from girls all around. Ron did not turn to look, but merely hung his head in shame, looking at the ground as he walked hurriedly on towards class, his lip quivering.

When he got to class, he was met with a few pockets of subtle, stifled, barely-concealed laughter form his classmates. Ron blushed and pretended not to hear. Ron took out his books and sat down near the back, wincing as the act caused a tiny spurt of pee to escape into the warm embrace of his Huggies. The small dribbles he had failed to hold were very minor and didn't cause the diaper to swell much, but they still had a huge effect on his self-esteem.

Ron leaned forward and tried to devote all his attention to the professor at the front. At one point, the girl behind him started snickering, and leaned over to say something to her friend next to her. Ron got the ominous feeling that he was the subject of their attention. Concerned, reached back as casually as he could and felt along his waist.

Horrified, he realized that the waistband of his Pull-Ups had very conspicuously poked out from under his shorts when he had leaned forward.

Stifling a sob, Ron pulled the waistband of his shorts up to hide his ineptitude, and pretended not to hear the whispers and snickers behind him.

As class let out, Ron hurried to the bathroom despite not feeling like he had to go. He went to a stall, not wanting anyone to have the chance to see he was a full grown adult that still needed to wear Pampers, and pulled down his shorts. He then went to pull down his training pants, but stopped midway and put a hand down to check the front of his diaper.

There's no way, he thought to himself. His Pull-Up felt heavy, like he had completely soaked it. The fade-when-wet designs were completely gone, and the diaper bulged considerably more than it had before.

He hadn't noticed himself pantswetting since that tiny spurt when he had sat down. Had he really deteriorated to the point where he couldn't even notice when he was wetting his diaper like a pathetic little two-year-old? How was he going to keep from being stuck in diapers like a baby forever if he didn't even know when he had to go? Or when he'd had an accident in his pants?

Defeated, he pulled his shorts back up, self-conscious of how much more obvious the bulge and the crinkling was now, and headed out to return to his dorm to change his Pull-Ups. He was thankful at least that he was so used to drinking lots of water that his pee was watered down and didn't smell strongly of ammonia. He rushed along, looking down to avoid the condescending glances and snickers of the other college students. He felt a gurgle in his stomach, and cursed himself for not taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom regardless of the fact that he had already wet himself. Still, it would not be long before he reached his dorm.

Abruptly, some random girl he didn't know stepped out from a group huddle and into his path. He nearly fell over himself as he stopped abruptly to avoid knocking into her. He clutched a hand to his stomach as it gurgled louder, and his knees buckled in as he fought to maintain his composure and control.

"Hey there, little diaper baby," she jeered at him. "Keep your training pants dry during class today? Heard you have a hard time with that."

All of the girls friends exploded in merriment, but went silent when a loud *blurrrrrt* filled the air once more.

Distraught, Ron bit his quivering lip as his weak knees bent, and he helplessly emptied the contents of his bowels into the seat of his damp Huggies. He cried out in shock. He knew the smell was immediately obvious.

The girls all doubled over in laughter. The girl in front of him shouted, "There's no way you- ... don't tell me you- HAHAHHAAHHA!" Ron ran away (it was more of a waddle, humiliatingly), his eyes screwed shut and tears inside.

As he was nearing his dorm building, his blood went cold as he heard a familiar voice call out "What's the rush, baby boy? Trying to make it to the potty? Probably a lost cause after what happened yesterday, huh?"

Ron turned to see Kim and her friend, Sam, walking steadily for him.

"I- I- I have to g-" he tried to stammer out.

"Oh no, definitely wait for us, honey!" she called out teasingly.

Did she just call me honey? He thought to himself. He remembered back to when he believed he could have had a shot at a real relationship with her.

Kim caught up to him while he was still processing it all, and in front of her friend curtly said, "How're the Pull-Ups doing? Is potty training working out for you yet?"

Ron, bothered by Kim saying this in the presence of the other girl, stammered, "I don't know what you're talking ab-"

Before he could say another word, Kim pointedly grabbed the waistline of his shorts and yanked them down right then and there, exposing his diaper to Sam and the world. Kim laughed victoriously and felt the soaked, swollen front of his diaper.

"Just as I thought! The little baby boy still can't hold his little bla-... wait a second." She assertively spun him around (despite his feeble resistance) and pressed her hand against the seat of his training pants. Her eyes widened when she felt the tell-tale lump through the seat of his Pull-Ups.

"Oh my god, no way you pooped your pants again!" she cried out in amused shock, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Sam stared Ron down with an eyebrow raised and a condescending smile on her face.

Ron stammered, "I- i- it was this other girl's fault! I had to go to the bathroom and she got in my way and yelled at me and I would've made it otherwise I was heading right to my dorm to take care of it..."

"Awww that's so sweet! Are you telling me a girl scared you so much that you literally soiled yourself? I feel like real men don't poop their Pampers whenever someone gets in their face. That does sound like you though!" Kim said cheerfully.

Ron, abashed and resentful of Kim's teasing, pulled his pants back up, then looked down at the ground and fumed...only to realize with astonishment that he had begun peeing again, and that his Pull-Up had begun leaking. Rivulets of pee cast dark stains from the leg guards of his training pants, and trickled merrily down his legs. Ron gave a yelp of dismay.

Kim threw back her head and laughed, clearly enjoying herself. "See? Forget being a real man, you're not even enough of a big boy to handle training pants. Clearly you need REAL diapers, like the little baby you are."

She grabbed Ron's arm and began to walk him towards his dorm. Ron tried to run forward and pull her along to get her to go faster, but she kept them at a steady, unhurried pace, to Ron's great dismay. As they approached the entrance to the dorm building, Kim stopped abruptly and turned to spy the figure of another girl passing by near the group. "Hey Stacy, we're over here!" she called out to her.

The girl, another of Kim's friends, saw Kim, with Ron and his soaking pants cowering behind her. Stacy smiled and put a hand over her mouth, giggling, and joined the group. "Hello there," she said. "Is this the poor widdle boy who still needs to wear diapees?"

"You want to tell the truth this time?" Kim cooed.

Mortified that she might pants him and expose his diaper again, Ron frantically murmured, "Y- y- yes, I- I'm wearing a diaper."

"And you had an accident, isn't that right, widdle Ronnie?" Kim chirped.

"Clearly," Stacy chuckled. "Is Kim bringing you to your room to change you again?"

"That's exactly what we're doing!" Kim declared. "Now let's hurry up before our little man here dies of embarrassment! Don't worry," Kim said as she lead them all into the building, pulling Ron by the hand, "I came prepared. I figured those flimsy training pants of yours weren't going to be sufficient to handle the little problems you've been having there, Tiny."

Ron winced at the new nickname, and realized for the first time that Kim was not carrying her usual purse. She was carrying a bulky cotton tote bag that was zipped shut. He wondered what she was carrying in it. Oh god, he thought. Is that for holding...?

Kim again opened Ron's door for him, and to his dismay her friends filed in behind them. Before he could pipe up, Kim said "You ladies don't mind if I take a second to change this loser's diaper, do you? It'll only take a minute." She winked at Ron. "Don't worry about them being here, there's not much to see down there anyway, now is there?"

The girls laughed. Ron was mortified, but was not exactly in a position of strength to argue, so he submit to her wishes. She laid him down on his bed, and began opening her bag. She produced wipes, baby lotion, baby powder, and ...

... Diapers. Real diapers. Thick, babyish, with tapes for the sides, and very large – clearly sized for an adult (not that he felt like one anymore). Diapers. And not just plain white ones either. These ones were pink, with humiliatingly cute unicorn and princess designs on them. Kim's friends put their hands to their mouths and let out a condescending "AWWWW!" that made Ron want to die.

Ron found his voice again. "Is that really necessary?" He asked.

Kim smirked. "Why don't you tell me," she said, while reaching down and pressing the seat of Ron's diaper against his rear. Ron moaned and said "Okay, okay, you're right, I belong in them! I belong in them!"

Kim's friends laughed. "Where did you even find diapers like that? And in that size?" Stacy asked, pulling another out of Kim's bag and examining it quizzically.

"They're called 'Rearz Princess Pink Adult Diapers,' Kim remarked casually as she continued making Ron feel his own mess. She then leaned down over Ron and asked teasingly, "What are you, Ron?"

Ron swallowed. "I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go."

"Good. You remembered. And? What else are you?"

"I am your little beta cuck."

Kim smiled faintly. She prepared to remove his diaper and clean him up with wipes, her expression unchanging. Kim's friends were nearly blinded by tears with how hard they were giggling at the things Kim had Ron say, which was almost a blessing in Ron's current predicament.

When Ron had been completely cleaned, Kim unwrapped the big pink diaper and showed it off. "I figured since we all know what a sissy you are, pink princesses and unicorns were the right choice for you," she taunted. "It's not like there was anything left of your manhood anyway."

Stacy and Sam looked down at Ron's miniscule manhood and doubled over in mirth. "Oh my god, Kim, you told us it was small but you didn't say it was THAT small!" Sam blurted out. "No wonder why you didn't fuck him!"

"I'm not even sure you could fuck him!" Stacy added. "Diapers are clearly the right choice for this poor little boy."

Kim slid the diaper under Ron's butt while he whimpered, and she began applying lotion. "You hear that?" Kim remarked warmly to him. "Just in case you thought any other girl would tell you otherwise..."

Kim's friends took turns pinching Ron's cheeks and making patronizing "aww" sounds while Kim powdered Ron up. Then they stepped back and let Kim pull the diaper over Ron's tiny little sissy dick and swaddle him up. As she taped the diaper as tight around him as she could, she leaned, her leg pressed up against his padded crotch and her breasts in his face. Ron could not avert his eyes, or keep from perking up in excitement.

"See, little sissy baby?" she cooed. "That isn't so bad, now is it?"

She pressed her breasts into his face. Ron closed his eyes and breathed in her bosom. He tentatively rubbed himself up and down her thigh, while Kim's friends watched on in amazed and amused curiosity. Kim murmured to him, "Go on, it's okay. Suck on them. Like a big baby is meant to do."

Ron didn't even notice the snickers caused by that last comment. His excitement building (and with it, a tiny drizzle of pee in his new Pampers), he took one of Kim's breasts out and began nursing, like a man dying of thirst in the desert. He also began rubbing his diaper against the juicy thigh Kim had pressed against his crotch.

Stacy put a hand to her mouth. "Oh my god, he likes it!"

"This is, like, actually the way he's meant to be, huh?" Sam commented.

Kim looked down on Ron with a knowing smile. "Good little cuck boy," she said softly. "Show them what a sissy baby you really are."

Ron was panting and moaning like a dog through her teat. In mere seconds, he let out a gasp of ecstasy as he wasted his seed in the soft, cotton comfort of his diapers.

Sam giggled. "He really is a one pump chump, huh? Guess him having a puny dick isn't much of a loss, it's not like he lasts long enough to be able to do anything for a girl anyway."

"That's right," Kim agreed, looking down in a sickly sweet manner at Ron. "And since he could never satisfy a woman anyway, keeping him in diapers is the perfect solution. His widdle beta cummies belong in Pampers, not in my pussy. Isn't that right, Ron?"

Ron murmured through the haze of ecstasy. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Ron furrowed his brow, confused. "Yes, Kim?"

"No. 'Yes, mommy.'" This elicited a chuckle from the other girls.

Ron was in too much bliss to even fight about anything anymore. "Yes mommy."

"Where do your beta cummies belong?"

"In my Pampers, not in your pussy."

"That's right. Because pussies like you don't get pussy," she remarked. "How was your little sissygasm? You looked like you really enjoyed yourself. I take it you like your new princess diapers, hmmm?"

As Sam and Stacy chuckled, Ron fumbled through the minefield looking for the right answer. "N- I mean, uh-..."

"Hmmmm?" Kim prodded. "You sure you don't? Because if you don't like them, I can take them away. But you wearing these as protection is the only way you'll ever be allowed near me. Because remember, you're my little beta cuck, and I don't have sex with betas."

Ron swallowed his pride and mumbled "I like my new princess diapers, mommy."

"What's that?" Sam interjected. "Stacy and I couldn't hear you from back here."

Ron balled his fists. "I said I like my new princess diapers, mommy!"

"Awww," all three girls said in unison.

"You're welcome, honey," Kim doted. "And I'm glad you do. You're all freshly pampered for our first big date night out, cucky!"

"Our...first date night out?" Ron repeated, surprised.

"Why yes, honey. We're going to the club. My friends and I need to go get dressed. But we'll pick you up really soon, and we'll all go together. Put something presentable over those adorable little Pampers of yours, little sissy," Kim said seductively. "You never know who you may meet."

The three girls left in a flurry of giggles, leaving Ron as mystified as ever.