Wishful Thinking (Part 2)
Wishes 4, 6, & 7:
- The ability to stop/start time at will and be unaffected physically.
- The ability to magically create any item that I can pick up.
- To master the powers on this list.
After readjusting to the fresh diaper, I had on, I decided to go to the mall to test out my new powers.
As I arrived, 2 young looking guys were exiting the mall, and came up to me, squeezed my crotch, and stated that I was dry and called me a good boy. I smiled and decided to test something out.
I tried to freeze time. The two men stopped mid-walk, a bird frozen in the air, perfect. I walked up to the two men and pulled down their pants. One was wearing a pair of plaid boxers, and the other was wearing a black thong.
I giggled and had an idea. I took their wallets to look at their IDs, putting them back when I was done.
The boxer wearing one was a young black man with a short fade haircut. He was lean, tall, and looked like he could take on the world. His name was Aaron.
The thong wearing one was a young, tanned, toned, white man with sandy blond hair and a chiseled jawline. He had a shirt with the Superman logo on it. His name was Hunter.
I took off their undies and summoned a pair of tighty whities with the name Aaron on the waistband, as well as the day of the week on it. I pulled Aaron’s pants back up, making sure his shirt was tucked into his briefs and his waistband exposed.
I then summoned a pair of Superman underoos with the name Hunter on the waistband and did the same to him as I did Aaron.
I turned back around, and headed to the mall entrance and unfroze time. I could hear one of them mentioning that their drawers felt tighter than before.
As I went into the mall, there was a mass of people. It was a Sunday after all. I had gotten a few diaper checks as I made my way to the bathrooms to see if all parts of the wish came true.
There was a long line, and half of the guys looked like they were on the local community college’s football team. I gulped. They were all so hot.
The one in front of me looked over his shoulder saw me, and then said to his friends, “Hey, we have a Port-A-Puppy here.” My heart fluttered and sank at the same time as my pants were pulled off, my onesie was completely removed, and I had 6 guys piss into my diaper. 3 in the front, 3 in the back.
My diaper swelled. More than a typical one would. When all the men finished, my padding was practically falling off due to the weight, but not leaking. One of the even squeezed by butt and crotch (which I couldn’t not feel) to see if it would leak. It didn’t.
They all shrugged, gave me my clothes back, gave me head pats, and called me a good boy. One even kissed me on the cheek.
So I was at the mall, in a swollen diaper, with clothes that did not fit.
I was embarrassed. I looked like a big dumb baby with a swollen diaper. The shock of it all made me forget that I could create clothes that WOULD fit me. I mean, I just got the powers. Give me a break.
After scrambling, I finally remembered that fact, and created some jeans and a hoodie onesie that did fit over the diaper so that it didn’t fall off.
Damn, this is hard to walk in. Felt like I had a full Trest on. As I waddled around the mall, grew tired, and decided to go home to change out of this.
On my drive home, I had the urge to pee, and usually, when I have a diaper this full, I try to hold it so that I don’t leak. But something in the back of my mind told me to let myself pee. And I did. If felt amazing. I almost had a pee-gasm.
As I got home, I immediately got out of that diaper, and into a fresh pair of FTL tighty whities. Felt good to be nice and dry down there. I made dinner, took a shower, and went to bed.