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Chapter 5 - A Night on the Town

Ron scratched his arm nervously as he stood on the curb waiting to be picked up. The bulge that his Pull-Ups had made in his shorts before seemed like a joke now. There was absolutely no hiding the fact that he was wearing a diaper now. It would be blaringly obvious to anyone who passed by or glanced in his direction for more than 2 seconds.

The childish diaper-shaped bulge in his short was humiliatingly prominent. The top of his pink sissy diaper protruded extensively out above the waistband of his shorts, causing him to tug down his shirt apprehensively in the futile hope he could avoid a wardrobe malfunction. The crinkles could be heard a mile away, even over group conversations. And on top of it all, the diaper was so thick between his legs that he had to walk with a slight waddle, which made him look even more like a toddler. Retaining his dignity was now hopeless. It had been revoked permanently and decisively.

People no longer even pretended to hide the fact that they were laughing at him as they passed. One nerdy-looking girl he had seen in Chemistry class even stepped out from the group to deliver a powerful SMACK to his pitifully padded bottom. He gave a yelp as a trickle of pee escaped into the soft cotton and he stumbled forward. The girl's friends chortled as she went back to the group and loudly proclaimed "Yeah, the baby's wearing a diaper now!" "Awwww!" the girls all cried. He hung his head in shame.

Finally, at long last, Kim and her friends pulled up to pick Ron up in a red sports car. He climbed into the back seat next to Kim and she put her arm around him, cooing and taunting him. "Aww, is the widdle baby used to his new diapers yet?"

"A- actually," he stammered, "they seem to be very conspicuous, and I wish I was wearing something more discree-"

"Uh uh uh," Kim scolded condescendingly. "Little beta boys like you don't get to decide what diapers you need to wear. No more complaining!"

With that, Kim took out a large adult-sized pink pacifier and shoved it into Ron's face.

The girls laughed while Ron sank in the seat, sucking his binky despondently. Ron glanced over and saw that Kim was wearing a key around her neck. She noticed his quizzical expression.

"Oh don't worry little bitchboy, I don't actually plan on putting your little babydick in a cage. As far as I'm concerned, diapers are your chastity device," she winked. "This is more of a symbolic thing. I don't want people to get the wrong idea when they see me walk in with you. I want it to be clear to everyone that you're not capable of fucking me, and that as far as sex is concerned, I'm open to the advances of more capable males"

Ron's head spun.

At length they pulled up to a popular nightclub that was popular among students at the various colleges in the area. Ron sat up and looked out the window, concerned that he would be conspicuously diapered in front of cute girls from multiple universities, turning his humiliation and emasculation into a cross-campus affair.

"Th- this is where we're going?" he asked nervously.

"Yes," Kim said decisively. "And if you stay on good behavior, I might not make you keep that binky in your mouth when we go in there."

They all got out of the car, with Ron looking around sheepishly. "H- how long do we have to stay here?"

"Oh, you know," Kim said seductively, swinging her hips as she walked slowly up to Ron and whispered into his ear, "Just long enough for me to find a real man who can do to me what you never could."

Ron gulped.

As they entered the club, all eyes fell upon them. The nearby girls all noticed Ron, prompting a series of sneers and snickers and giggles. Ron looked down and realized with shock that his shirt was no longer covering the top of his diaper, and he furtively tried to fix himself even though it was already too late.

All the guys in the area, however, noticed Kim. She was dressed in a revealing black dress that tightly crossed down from her shoulders over her ample breasts, barely covering her nipples and allowing them to be seen from all sides. Her ass was practically bursting out the back of the dress. It was so tight you could see every movement and every curve. Her soft, smooth back was visible as well, and her hair was done immaculately. Leering, lustful gazes fell upon her as she strut around, confident in her sex and in her body. Sam and Stacy milled about on their own mission for amorous activities. Ron sat himself at the bar, trying to pretend like he didn't exist as the girls around him continued to giggle and point and laugh.

Every place these days always plays the music way too loud, he thought to himself while the sound system in the club relentlessly beat a migraine into his head. But for once, it was more of a blessing than a curse, because he didn't want to hear all the people around him who might be making fun of the obvious diaper he was wearing, or making fun of the fact that he came in with a girl wearing a key around her neck who was very clearly on the hunt for another man.

Ron watched Kim, a pang of jealousy consuming him as he yearned for the attractive body bursting out of that beautiful, slutty dress. His heart started racing as he saw her stop, turn her hear, and look someone up and down. There was a tall, muscular man leaning against the wall by the pool table on the far side of the room. Without missing a beat, Kim marched over to him with a seductive swagger, and then started chatting him up.

Ron began examining the man from afar. The man seemed very interested in Kim himself and made no secret of the fact that he was eyeing her goods. He looked like he worked out regularly and he had nearly a foot on Ron. If they stood side by side, Ron would probably look much like a child next to this towering specimen. Ron couldn't help but notice that the man had a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans – and for a very different reason than Ron did. He was very clearly packing, and Kim had clearly noticed, because she was getting extremely flirty and her face was slightly flushed.

Ron was feeling less like a man and more like a sissy with every passing moment. Kim and the stranger were doing some very heavy flirting over there. At one point the man squeezed her arm and she smile, causing Ron to wince in pain and jealousy. His heart fell when Kim took the man by the arm and started leading him over to Ron.

"H- hello," he nervously waved to the man, failing to act casual. As he did so, Sam and Stacy waltzed over with boy candy of their own – both men also taller and more muscular than Ron, to his dismay.

"Here Stan!" Kim said cheerily. "This is the guy! Say hello to Stan, lil cuckie! I was just telling him about how you still wet your diapers from time and time, and how as my boyfriend you may need another man to help you fulfill some duties you're not equipped to handle yourself."

The man's expression was even and unflappable. Ron, on the other hand, had never felt more self-conscious in his life. Knowing smiles crossed Sam and Stacy's faces. Their boy toys didn't seem to be paying attention to anything other than the backsides of the girls towing them around.

"O- oh, uh, I dunno if I would go that far..." Ron mumbled through a blush.

"Oh yeah?" Kim said. "You sure about that? Wanna whip it out and measure yours against Stan's right now? How do you think that one's gonna go?"

Sam and Stacy laughed in exasperated fashion. A hint of a smile danced across Stan's face. "I- I- uh, never mind," Ron said.

Kim clucked her tongue. "Yeah, that's what I thought, little man. Come on. Sam and Stacy have already found their hookups for tonight, and they're riding home with them. Lucky you! You're coming with Stan and I to my place!"

The idea of seeing where Kim lived had long been a fantasy of Ron's. But now he was going to have to come to grips with the reality that his first visit there was going to be him tagging along as the third wheel while Kim brought home a bigger man. Kim held Stan's hand and bluntly gestured for Ron to follow, and the three walked out as Sam and Stacy Oooooh'd after them.

As they walked out of the club, Kim whispered something inaudible to Stan, and he chuckled. Ron's cheeks burned. As they got to the car and Kim searched for the car keys, Stan lifted his hand and gave her fat behind a loud, hearty smack that echoed down the block. Surprised by the sudden motion, Ron let out a high-pitched yelp. Kim put a hand to her mouth and giggled like a schoolgirl. "Ohmigod, Stan, stahhhhhp," she protested playfully. "You're gonna scare my beta male boyfriend!"

Kim stopped, and both her and Stan looked over at Ron as a loud psssssss filled the air. Kim burst out in laughter. "Oooops! Too late! Hahahaha!"

Kim marched over to Ron as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Did you just piss yourself? Is that really your first reaction to a bigger man slapping your girl's ass in front of you? You wet yourself?" She demanded.

"N- n- no, I didn't..." Ron knew it was useless to deny it, but couldn't bring himself to admit it.

Kim tugged his pants down then and there, exposing his diaper to people milling outside the club door. Loud laughs erupted from the crowds gathered there as Kim squeezed the crotch of Ron's diaper in front of the whole world.

"You did piss yourself!" she declared haughtily. "Pffft. Fucking pussy. Go on, get in the fucking car. Don't even bother putting your pants back on, we're just going to my place anyway. You can sit there in just your diaper the whole ride there."

Ron gulped and did as he was told, his eyes watering. Wordlessly, Stan got into the passenger seat next to Kim, and Kim – a devilish smile hiding behind her scolding expression – stuck a binky in Ron's mouth and drove them to her place.