The Party Favor (short story)

I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. “Okay, Dylan, old buddy. Here goes nothing…”

On the surface, I’m nothing too special: a twenty-three-year-old guy with a mostly hairless body and curly blonde locks that fall to my shoulders. But over the next half-hour, I’m slipping into a pair of nylons that ride up my thighs and tugging a padded bra over my chest to accentuate my fake boobs. Throw on a pink party dress with frilly white lace on the hem and a pair of red stillettos, and I suddenly look like the hottest life-size Barbie doll in town.

And as if that weren’t enough, I have to tape on a fresh white adult diaper between my legs and around my hips, making sure it fits snug while giving my butt more definition below the skirt.

I spritz perfume on the sides of my neck and dab some more along my wrists, giving me a light and rosy scent. When I’m done brushing my hair, I give a little twirl in front of my mirror and sigh.

“There she is,” I whisper. “The belle of the ball…”

Brad talked me into doing this, of course. Brad, my brother’s best friend and my former math tutor back in high school. He’s everything I’m not: tall, ruggedly handsome, able to grow an impressive beard, and total eye candy for every woman he passes by. Normally I don’t mind it when Brad gets me an invite to some of the best parties off-campus, where he and his fraternity brothers are hosting keggers and beer pong matches in a swanky two-storey house down the street from the main gates. I’ve had some real fun times there, and for a while I get to feel like I’m one of the guys after all, not some scrawny little nerd with curly hair that grows absurdly fast.

But he mentioned a way where I can get a permanent invite to the off-campus parties. But it means being the “party favor” to his exact specifications and letting the other guys have their fun…

Hence, the girly dress, the femme hairstyle, and the thick diaper under my skirt.

I’d balked at wearing a diaper, but Brad insisted. “Come on, Dylan. It’s part of the outfit. Cassandra and Emily wore ’em when it was their turn, and they didn’t complain at all. Just ask them!”

Cassandra is my brother’s girlfriend, and Emily is Brad’s current date at all the parties. I’d let them flirt with me when they both got liquored up enough, and neither of their boyfriends had raised a fuss. They’d simply laughed and gave me a thumbs-up from across the den before going back to trying to outmaneuver each other in a round of DDR. But I remembered the way that first one of the girls, and then the other, had vanished upstairs with several young pledges and their sponsors in the frat. There’d been plenty of hooting and grunting from upstairs, but it was so hard to hear over the constant bass and hip hop blaring through the house speakers.

Now I understood what they’d been up to. I suppose the diapers were as much about not taking a break as anything else when you’re the main attraction for several sexed-up boys crowded in a bedroom.

Grabbing my phone, I take a selfie of myself, trying to wear a flirty smile and make a peace sign at the tiny camera. The photo vanishes into a private text chain with Brad, and I watch the three dots appear as he began furiously typing back.

damn girl ur hottt!!! lemme pick you up in 10, ok? xoxo is all he writes back.

So there’s nothing else but to crinkle my way over to the door of my dorm room. Fortunately, my roommate Owen is out of town on a family trip—some wedding up in Spokane, last I heard—and I’ve got the whole place to myself. But that doesn’t mean I felt fantastic. I still get to deal with the snickers of two lacrosse players tossing a ball around in the middle of the hallway, and I spot my classmate Greg clasp a hand over his mouth and laugh before ducking back into his own room.

When I step out into the open air, it’s mercifully quiet and empty. Almost everyone is either off getting dinner, hanging in the dorms, or off at a party like the one I’m about to attend. I stare at the nearby quad and feel like it’s miles away.

On top of that, I look so girly and bright that I’m sure some man in the bushes is about to leap out and drag me away. It’s enough to send a shiver down my spine, and sure enough, a trickle of pee leaks into my thick diaper with a hiss.

But once that dread passes, Brad honks as his car pulls up along the curb. He opens the door and grins, all cool and collected in a plaid shirt over some board shorts.

“Now that,” he says with a raised voice, “is what I call a favor to the party! Let’s get going, girl!”

“Easy for you to say,” I grumble as I climb into the passenger seat. My diaper’s crinkling under my skirt, which rides up a little so I have to tug it back down to cover myself. “I doubt you ever had to do this kind of work with the boys…”

“Me? Nah.” Brad shrugs as he drives us in a U-turn back toward the main gates and the road leading off of campus. “It was Tyler and me who started the party favor gig at these parties years ago. Mostly we got girls who were willing to, uh, ‘take the plunge’ for us, but a few guys came outta the closet when they figured out how much fun they were gonna have with the whole gang.” He winks as we pull up to a stop sign. “To be honest, your brother didn’t want you involved, but I talked him into it. I think you’ll have plenty of fun, Dylan.”

My skin crawls at those words, let alone the way he’s watching me with those dreamy eyes. I squirm in my seat, and my diaper rustles beneath my skirt.

Brad laughs, and soon we’re driving away from campus and down the tree-lined boulevard to a party.

The party house is a real luxurious place, complete with a swimming pool and a large patio in the back and lots of sturdy couches and chairs done up in leather inside. Lights are flashing pink, yellow, and blue inside the living room from some weird spinning lamp where everyone’s dancing and hollering, sloshing beer in red cups as they grind up against each other. I hear people jumping into the pool, and someone earns a chorus of groans when a pitcher full of margarita mix shatters on the kitchen floor. But Brad walks up like he owns the place, and his arm is tight around my waist. He winks at me as he head inside, and suddenly half the crowd’s eyes are on me.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!” he declares, talking over the thumping beat in the next room. “The party favor has arrived!”

A series of whoops and cheers goes up, and I don’t have to pretend to blush. I duck my face into Brad’s shoulder, and he pats my diapered butt through my skirt. I wince a little as he clenches it with his hand, and I’m getting hard against the soft wet padding pressing up between my legs.

I’m already imagining what’ll be like when Brad takes his turn with me…

A few of the guys wolf-whistle as Brad leads me upstairs. I blush and smile underneath my blond curls, all too aware of the red heels thudding up the steps and the views some onlookers can sneak of my diaper poking out beneath my skirt. I hear one of the women laugh and mutter something in her friend’s ear, and then a whole roomful of girls are cooing and awwing over me. I even catch a few giving me salutes and ironic smiles as Brad leads me to the master bedroom.

It’s only a few minutes before I hear dozens of footsteps charging upstairs and a series of cheers from downstairs in their wake.

By the time the door to the bedroom opens again, Brad has me lowered onto my back, my hair spread out on a pillow and my legs spread far apart. He’s already setting up a tub of lubricant in front of a row of sports drinks and water bottles on a side table when a dozen young men’s faces poke in through the open door. I grimace and arch my legs higher, fully aware of my nylons pulling at my skin and my diaper on full display with my skirt flipped up.

I can already see several boys palming their crotches, rubbing themselves fully erect and groaning. Someone cracks a dirty joke about bulls in a china shop that gets a laugh, and I can only blush and glance away.

Brad comes over and pats my diapered butt. “Easy does it, sweetheart. The fun’s only getting started...”

The door swings open, and maybe twelve to fourteen young men—black, white, skinny, fat, hairy, clean-shaven, and muscular—come charging in. Belts unbuckle, shirts and pants hit the floor, shoes kick off into a smelly corner of the room, and suddenly I’m surrounded by a dozen or so erect dicks all pointed at my nylon-covered and padded rear. The air grows hot and heavy as they crowd around Brad and me, forming a tight perimeter around the bed. A couple of guys elbow each other and grin, and one onlooker with stubble on his cheeks licks his lips like a starving tiger.

I swallow and close my eyes, steeling myself.

“You know the rules,” Brad tells the others. “Every lucky boy gets his turn, so the rest gotta wait. You go in lubed, or you don’t go at all. Anything you squirt out of your body goes into this little lady’s hole downstairs and nowhere else. None of her clothing comes off unless I say so, and no one handles the goods except for a simple in-out and finish. Am I understood?”

“Yeah!”

“Totally!”

“Bro, c’mon…!”

“Aww, yeah, let’s do this!”

The other boys nod and grin in agreement, and I watch Brad slowly get off the bed. He strips off his plaid shirt, revealing a white tank top underneath and a lovely set of abs peeking through the sheer fabric. He points to a young olive-skinned man with shaggy black hair and a pencil-thin mustache.

“You’re up first, kid,” says Brad. “Get prepped and have fun!”

I swallow and stare up at the ceiling. It doesn’t help that I can hear and feel everything: the young man squirting and rubbing lube all over his erect cock, the hands that grip at my thighs, the fingers tearing the nylons apart and digging through a pre-cut hole in the seat of my diaper, right around where my virginal butt is waiting to receive.

I take a deep breath and try to let it out slowly, but the young stud is already pinning my hips to the bed and pushing in with a hot, tight breath.

Oh God, he’s so big, and I’m so tight. I can’t help but squeal like a girl as he enters me, and a chorus of the other guys rises up as the young lad begins to thrust in and out, going slow at first before picking up speed. He grunts and sighs, his cock burying itself deep inside me, pushing deep through my sphincter and hitting that untapped rosebud deep in me. I groan and kick my legs as he rides me. My diaper is crinkling all over, both from the thrusts this guy’s making in me to my own erection rubbing up against the thick padding. I pee a little more, making my diaper heavier, but the guy inside me isn’t slowing down. If anything, he seems a little more excited, watching me squeal and shiver on the bedspread as he picks up speed, making the whole bed squeak and rock underneath our bodies.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it… that’s the stuff, come on…” His face tightens into a mask of anguish and delight. “Oh, God, I… I’m gonna cum…!”

I squeeze my eyes shut, but the damage is done. Hot jism shoots out of his cock and deep into my hole. The young man rocks against me, groaning as he unloads in me. I can feel his seed spilling out of my butt and soaking inside my diaper.

Brad catches my eye and nods approvingly. “There’s a good girl. You’re doing great, Dylan.”

When he says my name, it sounds like a girl’s name, but I don’t care anymore. I feel used in both a good way and a bad way. Like an embroided handkerchief full of snot.

When the first guy pulls out, he pats me on the thigh and laughs. A couple of his buddies give him a high-five, and then Brad whistles for the next guy to step up.

A heavyset guy with a chinstrap beard and thinning brown hair marches up to me. He strokes the huge hog dangling between his legs and reaches for the lube to slick it up. I moan and feel my butt clench, already anticipating it, but I still keep my feet held high and spread apart, my diaper rustling loudly in the cramped bedroom.

When he climbs on top, the new guy’s weight presses down on me, and I squeal before he even begins to slide the tip in. I feel every inch as he pushes into me, my diaper crinkling and heavy with a mix of pee and someone else’s cum. But the new guy whispers for me to settle down, and as I do, he smiles and strokes my cheek with a large rough finger.

When he thrusts, my whole body jolts up and down without me moving a muscle. The second guy lets out a whoop, and suddenly I’m a bucking bronco at the rodeo as he presses down on me and grips me by my diapered ass. Everyone around him cheers and slaps him on the back as he pounds into me, not wasting any time after the first guy built up to a good speed. This fella is looking to go deep and hard, his cock spearing me in half and making me into a puppet. I wince and squeal, but I do my best to ride the guy’s hog and feel his pre-cum dribbling into my sphincter ahead of the grand finale.

I let out another spurt of pee, and I catch Brad’s eye from the side of the bed as he gazes down at me.

“See how good it feels?” he murmurs, bending down until he’s right by my ear. “That’s good, Dylan. Don’t resist. Let the moment come and go. Let the faces blur. There’s nothing but the fun and the sweat and the music. That’s all it is, baby girl…”

I groan and whimper as I feel the second guy building up to a crescendo. I squeeze my eyes shut, but Brad’s hand lands on my shoulder, and my eyes flash open right in time for the fat man to burst a nut inside of me, spilling one jet of hot cum into me after another in rapid succession. It’s too much for my bottom to hold, and half of it is already leaking out into my diaper, making it swell between my legs. I gasp and fan myself as sweat races down my face, and I feel a shadow over me as the heavy dude bends my legs back and sighs with a blissful expression.

“Damn, what a good fuck she is!” he mumbles. Wiping the sweat off his own brow, the second guy pulls out slowly, using the hole in my diaper to clean his dick off. He pats the front of my diaper and fondles my unfulfilled erection inside it. “Knew she liked it, too…”

Someone offers Brad a bottle of beer, and when he uncaps it, he offers me the bottle in turn. I feel only a moment’s hesitation before I see the third guy coming up to the edge of the bed with his cock in his hand. After that, I close my eyes and I chug the beer to a roomful of cheers and pumped fists.

Handing Brad the empty beer bottle, I fall onto my back again and smile deliriously up at the lanky guy—more of a teen, really—with freckles and a huge pair of green eyes gazing down at me like a prize. I spread my legs, and he’s so eager that he almost misses trying to get inside me the first time.

I grunt, and he relaxes once he’s all the way in me, pushing deep and fast against the sticky cum of two other guys who’ve already taken me for a ride. I grunt as he whispers to himself, “Aww, yeah, come on… yeah, just like that… just like that, you little fuckdoll… such a good little doll, aren’t ya…?”

I lose count after that. With every guy after the first two, it gets easier. The men slide inside me, filling me with their cum and spilling into my soaked diaper. I add to its weight with a lot of hot pee from the beers that Brad keeps offering me, and some of the first guys come back for another round after a moment to catch their breath and drink some water. One by one, a cock is shoved into my hole, making me squeal and push back as strong hands grip my thighs and squeeze my padded ass. They paw at my frilly dress, and a few even stroke the hair out of my eyes as they use my body for all it’s worth. But no one breaks the rules with Brad watching.

At some point, I pass out from sheer exhaustion…

When I wake up, the room is empty, and the house downstairs is pretty quiet. I hear people moving and cleaning up, but no music or beer pong games.

Brad is now the last man standing. Our eyes meet, and he’s in the middle of pulling down his shorts and his boxers, revealing a long and uncut cock that’s more impressive than anything else I’ve seen or taken that evening. He strokes himself erect with a few quick tugs, and then he reaches for the lube to slather it on himself. My butt clenches at the prospect of taking him, and my diaper crinkles as I scramble back on the bed to get a better view of him.

At some point, I stopped caring or worrying about being the main attraction of a college gangbang. It happened, and I survived. More than that, I’m actually happy and kinda drunk off the thrill of pushing my boundaries. The woman’s hairdo and dress doesn’t throw me anymore. I can be Dylan the geeky boy in his brother’s shadow, or I can be Dylan the naughty girl showing everyone a good time. Even the fact I’m wearing and wetting a diaper in front of strangers is kinda hot, unlocking a humiliation kink I never knew I had.

Brad smiles and moves gently as he climbs on top of me. Unlike the other boys, he doesn’t race to get inside and start pounding away. He takes his time, and he moves so that we’re face-to-face on the bed instead of holding me by my hips.

“Shh, easy now,” he says softly. “This is gonna be fun, sweetheart. No need to hurry, yeah?”

I nod, and a ladylike whimper leaves my throat.

Brad smiles again, and when he pushes into me, it fits just right. Maybe it’s the benefit of taking all those other guys earlier that night, but when it’s his turn after the party’s over, Brad fills me up and makes my toes curl in ecstasy. I don’t even flinch when he leans down and kisses me, thrusting ever so gently into my hole as his arms sweep around me. One hand cradles the back of my head, and the other reaches down to squeeze my diaper and cusp my lower back. I suddenly feel less like a sex doll and more like a lady, like someone who got asked to Prom and shown the night of her life.

I don’t resist. I kiss Brad back, and we’re moaning into each other’s mouths as he pumps away inside me, his cock forming a lovely groove that makes my whole body tingle and squirm. I never want this moment to end. I never want this night to end. I’ll take it all…

Eventually, far too soon for my liking, Brad’s breath hitches. I feel a twitch inside my bottom, and then he’s spurting deep inside me, fucking wave after wave of thick cum into my little hole. I ride out each spurt, and Brad holds me against his chest like he’s protecting me from the big bad world. I feel so good being filled up, being stretched out, being rocked and fucked into the bed like a good girl. I let out a laugh, and I hide my face in Brad’s shoulder as he gently lowers me back onto the bed.

He doesn’t pull out right away, but our eyes meet, and he kisses me tenderly.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “My lovely little Dylan…”

I smile and blush. I sneak a kiss from his cheek, getting a taste of his fuzzy beard and not minding it.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen now,” Brad whispers to me, brushing the hair out of my face and stroking my cheek. “I’m gonna go downstairs and help with the cleanup. Emily’s gonna be in here to help you get undressed and take a shower. If you want, she’ll even change you into a fresh diaper before bed. We can all crash up here with you or downstairs on the couch. It’ll be one big pile of the five of us—me, you, Emily, Mikey, and Roxanne—hanging here tonight. In the morning, we’ll go and get breakfast, and we’ll all take turns keeping you safe back on campus. Sound good?”

I think about what this will mean. It’ll mean saying yes to what happened last night and what will happen in the parties to come. It’ll mean becoming a human sex doll in a dress and a diaper, getting railed by hormone-fueled frat pledges and sponsors as they unload into me over and over again. It’ll mean a lot of nights soaked in beer, pee, sweat, and cum. It’ll mean a real change in my reputation on campus, far from my brother’s shadow as something neither of us could have ever expected.

And it’ll mean Brad’s gentle eyes and Emily’s loving touch whenever I need it, no questions asked.

“Okay,” I say in a hoarse whisper, “that sounds lovely to me...”