Redboi 266 Posted April 14, 2022 Share Posted April 14, 2022 Hello everyone! Sorry for my inactivity but for some reason I just haven’t brought myself to write anything. For me, I write off of inspiration of my thoughts, so I just have a hard time finding inspiration to come back and write. However, I’m looking to write a new little series here about a diapered basketball team. I’d love feedback to see if you’re enjoying it so I can hopefully keep writing. Enjoy! Chapter 1: My New Job As I brushed off the excess dust off my keyboard, I sighed with annoyance. The only thing more annoying than a slow computer was a dusty slow computer. However, the dust was the least of my issues. Flashback to the summer of this year, I promised my mom that I would get a job on campus, and that I would support myself on campus this year. I was entering my second year and starting my major in sports medicine but failed to achieve the sky high grades I promised my parents. As a result they decided to cut the spare money they were giving me to spend on campus. I went on to the schools website and scanned the job page for anything. Waiter? No Cashier? No Customer service? No. All of a sudden something popped out to me on the screen: assistant trainer. It was perfect. Both an opportunity to gain experience while also holding a job. And, as a plus, a chance to be up close with girls in short shorts. I pulled up the application, filled it out, and submitted it, praying that I could at least be given an interview. Thoughts began to creep into my mind. There’s no way they give me an interview. I don’t even have any experience. What if they do? The ladies wouldn’t even like me. I’m too unattractive to be interesting. What if they do though? Maybe this’ll be my time to gain experience. The hours ticked by without a response. And then, my email popped up, a response, they wanted to give me an interview. With that, I shut my computer screen, left my dorm, and strolled around campus with my hood up and my face illuminating in the street light. I was going to have a shot. … The gym we had was huge. Granted, we were a division one basketball team but I still marveled at it’s size. The problem with this was that I had no idea where the coach’s office was. As I strolled down the steps towards the court I saw a lone girl standing on the court. She had tan skin, dark black locks, and a pretty face, but none of that compared to her backside. While it was easy to stare at her face, her ass stole the show, and it was, expanding? She had her legs spread out a bit and she was just holding the ball under her arm. Her face looked relaxed and calm and she was muttering something to herself. As I approached her I questioned bothering her but decided to, hence I continue to lose my way around the arena. “Excuse me, where is the coach’s office?” She turned around to stare at me, her genuine smile beaming down on my cautious one. “Oh, the coach’s office? It’s through the tunnel and is the first door on the left.” ”Thank you.” I couldn’t muster any compliments for her, at least not yet. For now a simple thank you would suffice. The walk across the court allowed my eyes to indulge in our beautiful blue court, as the sidelines were bathed in a beautiful blue jay blue. The stands were coated in blue as well and we even had a blue scoreboard as well. One when walking in the stadium could argue that we just took a giant paint bomb and set it off, although they’d have a point considering that wouldn’t be too far off. The coach’s office was small and there was a small lady sitting in the chair next to the banners. She had a small build, with curly gray hair, wrinkles, and a hard look that lots of cinematic coaches have. She ushered me to my seat. “Hello sir, my name is Coach Wood, but you can call me coach W. I assume you are Brandon?” I nodded my head in confirmation. “Well Brandon, what led you to this job?” I explained my predicament, first starting with the grades and leading to the lack of funding. “I see, and why did you choose this job in particular?” “I’m currently studying medicine, and I thought this would be a great opportunity to learn and work at the same time.” The woman in front of my shook her head in approval. “That’s great. We’ve been looking for oncoming students who are willing to take time to help our trainer out. Sadly, we’ve had several who have quit upon certain… conditions.” But you seem like the perfect young man for the job, your application looks great and I’d be happy to offer this job for you. I had nothing but sheer happiness and disbelief. A new job with all the benefits. What could go wrong? Thanks for reading! I hope that you enjoy this and I’ll probably have the next chapter out soon! Kepesk, diaperedil, For The Peeple and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
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Redboi 266 Posted April 14, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 14, 2022 Chapter Two: A Flooded Group of Girls After introducing me to the trainer and assistant coach, I was told my roles on the team. “For your position, you will assist the trainer in any way you can, whether it be by fetching supplies or anything else. You will also be assisting with the girls if they need you. I hope we won’t have any ahem” she cleared her throat “legal issues with you, will we?” She looked back at me. ”No ma’am.” ”Good, now let me show you the team.” I apparently had come in right before practiced started, as there were now 11 girls on the court and basketballs scattered all over the place. I continued staring when an ear shattering noise blew next to me, it was the coach’s whistle, which sounded less like a whistle and more like a broken car horn. ”Ladies, line up!” The coach’s voice boomed, which made me question the old lady look that I had first perceived. “Ladies, this is Brandon, our new assistant trainer. Please treat him with the upmost respect.” She turned to me, “let me go down the line for you.” The first girl was small, or at least compared to all the other girls. In reality, she wasn’t much smaller than I was yet she was towered over. “This, is Katie. She’s our point guard.” Katie smiled at me and played with the very round bun tied up in her hair. The next girl I had already met. “This is Stephanie. She’s our shooting guard.” Her beautiful hair fell perfectly down her head and neck and her face sparkled. If basketball doesn’t work out, she sure could be a model, I thought. The coach continued to move down the line. Their center, Millie, towered over me and made me feel scared. Their power forward Candace was ripped and her calves were huge, indicating that she probably hit the gym a lot. Their small forward Mia looked had the face of a daycare assistant while their sixth man Clara had tattoos across her arms. The rest: Sydney, Olivia, Jazmin, Michelle, and Leah, were all freshmen so I hadn’t seen them before, but the whole team was looking abnormally curvy. Not that I was overly perverted, but even a clown of a man could observe that their behinds were way bigger and puffier than a normal girls. Their blue basketball shorts all looked sizes too small and were being stretched heavily. My ears got shocked again as coach blew her whistle and the girls got to work with their drills. As I went to sit down the reality of everything still was starting to sink in and questions started to swirl my mind. I made it, this is going to be awesome. Why are their butts so huge? Why were Stephanie’s shorts expanding when I met her? Could it be? No, there’s no way. Brandon, you perverted loser, stop dreaming. This desire was supposed to have left me when I left for college. Yet right now, I feel that something is happening. Shorts don’t just expand out of nowhere. Something must be happenin- “Hello Brandon.” My thoughts had been racing so furiously that I failed to realize that the trainer had come over and sat down next to me. Polly, the trainer, was a woman in her mid 60’s. She looked like a perfect grandma and caretaker, one that wouldn’t hurt a kid, regardless of the circumstances. The one that would bake cookies and knit sweaters and tell stories until the children would fall asleep in her lap. However, in this moment she looked very serious. “Um, I don’t know how else to say this but, the girls after practice may ask you to do something that you may not be comfortable with. However, I know that you’re a kind boy and will be very nice to them. I want to assure you they mean no harm and that this is nothing but due to circumstance ok?” I shook my head cautiously as Polly smiled at me and strolled her way towards the tunnel as I was left in a confused state of mind. However, all of my questions would soon be answered after practice. When observing some of the final drills I saw Stephanie shifting from foot to foot and bouncing a bit. My mind instantly thought about the obvious: she has to pee, but she was probably waiting until the end of practice to go. However, at the end of the final drill, she immediately walked up to me with a stressed look on her face while being crowded behind by her teammates. “You’re Brandon, right?” I nodded my head. “Ok, follow me, and quickly.” Stephanie and her team led me down a long hallway towards a back room, where a stray door led to a windowless room with nothing in it but a, changing table? While still trying to gather my thoughts, Stephanie walked in front of me. “Alright, now I’m going to show you this, and you promise not to freak out, okay?” I shook my head, however failed to keep my promise as my assumption became reality. Stephanie slid down her basketball shorts to reveal a full fledged adult diaper, and one that was already partially wet as well! Emotions overwhelmed me as well as my body, as I felt a screaming sensation down in my pants area. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, a hissing sound filled the air as I looked down to Stephanie’s diaper expanding rapidly. Hearing her sigh with relief nearly drew me over the edge, but I kept myself composed for the moment. Stephanie was the first to fill the hissing silence. “Look, I know you may think of us as babies, children, whatever, but this was forced upon us. Ever since the team was formed back in the 90’s, the school has failed to provide us with clean, suitable bathrooms. We have a singular bathroom, but the toilet doesn’t work, the sink is infested with roaches, and the floor is coated in mud.” She continued speaking mid-stream. “As a result, it has been a tradition to diaper ourselves as an alternative. We try to hold our pee until the end of every practice to where we then release it here and then change ourselves. However, that is very challenging and takes too long to do, so we came up with a solution: you! You will change us before and after practices and games for the season. Now, I know this is a lot, and you may be disgusted, but you’re getting paid and you get to hang out with us! Come on, a guy like you couldn’t pass this up, right?” I didn’t know what to say. My cock was pressing out against my pants, begging for release, and I’m sure Stephanie saw that but at that point I didn’t care. “Hop up on the changing table Stephanie and let’s get you changed.” Her face lit up as she sat sat herself down. Now, I had had experience with diapers before. I was a caretaker for my little sister and had changed her diapers all the time, this wasn’t any different, right? I peeled off the tapes slowly and lifted the diaper from beneath her legs while also avoiding contact with her private area. Stephanie noticed this and sighed. “Look, you’re going to be putting on diaper rash cream anyway. Don’t bother looking away.” Her pussy was clean, it looked like it had been lasered recently. “No need to apply cream though, I’m putting on underwear now. Thanks Brandon.” She walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. This sent me spiraling off the edge, as my composure was lost and I started exploding into my pants. This is the greatest day ever. Thanks for reading! Chapter three is coming soon! Big Girl Stacy, PrincessEsther, MasterOptometrist and 9 others 12 Quote Link to comment
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Redboi 266 Posted July 17, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted July 17, 2022 Hi everyone! Just wanted to say some stuff before this chapter because I’ve had stories like this where I just forget it exists. I am an impulse writer. The reason I usually can’t write more than a couple portions for a given story is that I write off of inspiration. When an idea comes to mind, that’s usually when I build a foundation for what I want to write. Case in point, that’s usually why most of my stories are meant to be one parters. On the other hand, I appreciate people like all of you who like my stories enough to come back and ask for more, and I’m sorry to all of those who I have let down. Even when I have ambitions to return to a story, sometimes other priorities in life take over (ie work, vacation, school, etc.), and that forces me to leave my thoughts to the side and focus on what’s more important to me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy part 3 of this series! The Padded Basketball Team Part 3: The Meetup I stared up at the ceiling indecisively. What even had happened today? The hairs on my arms still stood up in anticipation. My mouth was feeling super dry. My heart was still accelerating in my chest. My body yerned for more of what I had experienced today, yet I didn’t know how I was going to get it. I felt a vibration in my shorts. My phone was buzzing. I checked on the number, it looked pretty foreign to me, but the message below it gave me closure that it wasn’t a scam call. ?: Hey Brandon, this is Stephanie. I hope you’re not too freaked out about today! It’s really a weird job and I would completely get wanting to back out, but know that we will welcome you in closely if you stay. Let me know if you want to meet up later tonight to talk some. I’d love to talk to you more 🙂 This message seemed as nice and innocent as it could get, although my desires wished it could be more. Stephanie was a beautiful girl, and I had no chance anywhere else, so if I could play my cards right, I might reap the rewards. I thought of a response. In the end I came up with a response. Brandon: Hey Stephanie, I appreciate everything! Would you like to meet at the cafe? I got my response immediately: Stephanie: Yeah, sounds great! See you there My heart was fluttering a little bit. A meet up with a hot girl was as foreign as it gets. Dammit Brandon don’t screw this up please. … I didn’t even like coffee, but I felt inclined to get some. The chilly weather had already started in mid October and I had worn my campus beanie hat and sweatshirt accordingly. Honestly, I wasn’t the most built guy on the block, but I certainly wasn’t unathletic in any way. I had ran cross country for 7 years before college and could bench 150. But as for my new friend Stephanie, she was probably much more athletic to say the least, and meeting up with her confirmed that. Her beautiful black locks ran perfectly down her neck and draped across her back. She was wearing blue leggings, and I couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly constructed ass. That thing had to be sculpted by Picasso it was so beautiful. How am I even thinking about getting with her. I’m not even remotely close to her league. She’s probably dating some frat douchebag anyways. I didn’t know how to approach her, so I just decided to call out her name. “Hey Stephanie!” She turned around to only smile when she saw my face. She looked genuinely pleased to see me. She looks excited to see me, how is that even possible? What happened next surprised me even more. She ran up to me and embraced me like I was her longtime campus boyfriend. “Hey Brandon, glad you could make it!” The suddenness caused me to lose my breath momentarily, and as I struggled to regain my breath she pulled my hand towards the entrance. “Come on, let’s go get something. We have a lot to talk about.” We talked about so much. School, hobbies, interests. The weirdest thing is that she shared a lot of interests with me. We both liked music and athletics and going for runs. We talked about school and funny stories and our future plans. She talked about her friends on the team and a ton of stories from her time on the team. Over all this time my interest in her just kept growing. A girl like this is a once and lifetime opportunity, and I had a chance to pounce on the opportunity. We continued to talk into the evening. I saw her shifting in her chair but chose to ignore it. After a while however, her face started to show concern. Pins and needles started to wash over me as I realized what was happening. “Hey Steph, are you good?” She smiled at me. “Yeah, I’m good, just need to pee a little. We can just leave in a bit so I can go at my dorm.” As we finished up talking and packed out of the building, her state looked much worse. She was rocking back and forth and shaking. We hit a dead spot with bushes and the breeze continued to brush against my face as a familiar friend started falling from the sky: rain. This probably sent Steph over the edge. “Oh goddd, Brandon I’m not going to make it, shit I really didn’t want to do this in front of you on our first meetup!” Tears started to well in her eyes as she gave me a panicked look. I needed to salvage the situation. “No Steph, it’s okay! It happens, just go if need to!” Tears started to form in her eyes, “No, it’s not okay. You aren’t supposed to piss yourself in front of a guy you just met!” It was hopeless, I had to make a play I knew could work. “Listen Steph, all of that stuff back at practice and now, I like it. I like when girls pee themselves, so I couldn’t care any less about you peeing yourself now. In fact, I find it really hot.” She looked up at me in disbelief, “really?” I nodded. Her expression changed dramatically from a frown to a mischievous grin. She pulled me off the sidewalk into the shrubs off the path. We were practically invisible in this space. The only people that could see us were people looking for us. At this point Steph’s face was inches from mine. She smiled innocently at me. “Brandon, can you do me a favor?” ”Yes, of course.” She looked me in the eyes. “Make me relax so I can let my pee flow into my leggings.” Her lips locked up with mine as she dove on top of me. Above the sound of falling rain I heard the slightest sound of trickling turn into a full on gush. Our lips continued to be locked onto each other as her body was relaxed on top of mine. My body reacted in kind as I felt myself explode into my sweatpants. As her flow halted into a slight trickle her lips broke from mine as she laid her head down on my chest. The grass below me continued to suck up rain and my hands felt the delicate blades. I never wanted to leave this place ever. All I wanted was Steph, and I knew she felt the same way. We had just met mere hours ago yet I felt like I could never leave her. All of the bull shit cliches about “love upon first sight” turned out to be real. She stayed on top of me for a good while before whispering in my ear, “I think curfew is soon, I should probably get going.” She gave me one more kiss before standing up. We both checked the time. ”8:50? Shit curfew is in 10! Gotta go Brandon, text me please!” As I recovered from what just happened I saw the hottest girl I had ever met run off into the distance as what felt like now snow draped onto my shoulders. Thanks for reading! I hope this chapter delivered on your guys’ standards, since I’m literally writing this on vacation. I certainly enjoyed writing this one, and I promise I will deliver on at least a couple more chapters in the future. theyellowsafe, YuriChaosLord, For The Peeple and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
MasterOptometrist 594 Posted July 17, 2022 Share Posted July 17, 2022 Good chapter! Don't feel bad about not posting, this is all for fun. Don't take this the wrong way though and its not really meant to be criticism but I couldn't stop thinking about this line: Quote She was wearing blue leggings, and I couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly constructed ass. That thing had to be sculpted by Picasso it was so beautiful. afaik Picasso wasn't known for his sculptures but I looked it up and uh this is what Picasso's sculptures tend to look like judging by a google images search.... no judgement Brandon, we all like what we like... 🤣 Redboi, 1Joff and TheOwl 1 2 Quote Link to comment
Redboi 266 Posted July 17, 2022 Author Share Posted July 17, 2022 (edited) Lmao, that honestly is hilarious. 6:30 AM me was having trouble sleeping so I guess he didn’t really think twice when looking back through the writing 😂. Tbh, I never really was into art and know basically nothing about anything outside of the Mona Lisa lol. It’s ok, Brandon doesn’t need to know art to apparently get what he wants Edited July 17, 2022 by Redboi (see edit history) MasterOptometrist 1 Quote Link to comment
theyellowsafe 57 Posted July 31, 2022 Share Posted July 31, 2022 I'm really enjoying this story! I hope you find the inspiration to continue. Quote Link to comment
mipmixer 44 Posted September 25, 2022 Share Posted September 25, 2022 Hopefully this gets continued, it's a fun idea. diaperedil 1 Quote Link to comment
Redboi 266 Posted October 31, 2022 Author Share Posted October 31, 2022 Hey everyone, sorry for the hiatus. Much like I’m sure a lot of other writers on this site, lots of stuff has held me up from fully committing time to my stories. Hopefully, and I mean genuinely hopefully, I can stay committed enough and have enough free time to continue some of my more fun pieces. Once again, sorry for the long wait, but I hope these next few chapters will help satisfy that. Enjoy! Chapter 4: A Wet Road Trip Sitting on a semi comfortable lounge chair, I made sure to recount all my belongings. Sleep mask, check. Deodorant, check. Lotion (don’t ask), check. Toothbrush, check. Smoking hot girlfriend, you already know. I was never much a traveler, but I was never more enthusiastic for our upcoming trip. Our school got its first ever Maui Tournament invite since the invitational expanded to women’s division one along with men’s, so we got to make a plane trip for some early season play. And if there was anywhere I would want to travel period, it would be Hawaii. Visions of chilling on the beach filled my brain, flooding me with excitement. Of course, we were going there for a tournament, but what would a trip to Hawaii be without sightseeing? Stephanie seemed to notice my obvious excitement, and she decided to amplify it. “So, I’m wondering if we are going to be seeing the beach any when we get there.” I knew where she was going with this, “what do you mean?” She smiled at me, “well, I guess it would just be a waste for me to pack this bikini if we won’t be able to go the beach.” My heart rate shot up dramatically. I wonder what else she might be packing in there… “Attention, flight 130A towards Maui, Hawaii will now be boarding priority members.” I looked at her, “you ready?” She smiled, “let’s hope!” … “You want window or aisle seat?” I pondered for a second, “you choose which you want, you’re the one who’s actually going to be playing.” She grinned, “you’re such a gentleman, Brandon! I guess I’ll take the window seat.” As the flight attendant made her way down the aisle making sure people had fastened their seatbelts, I noticed Stephanie start to shift in her seat contrasted by a tranquil facial expression. I wonder what that could be for… It was a seven hour flight, so I decided that I might as well get some early sleep while I could. But before I could, I looked over at Stephanie, “are you good before I nod off?” She looked at me, “I kind of need to pee.” Not really too shocking. I began to motion out of my seat, “Alright, well since the planes already taken off then you can just hop out and-“ her finger shushed me before I could finish. ”Are you kidding? Those bathrooms are disgusting. Plus, I’ve got my own sanitary bathroom right here.” She motioned to her crotch. My eyes widened. This could explain a couple of things. It didn’t seem like there was much other noise besides the sound of the plane soaring through the air, however I could’ve sworn at that moment that I heard a faint trickling. “Ahhhh~ much betterrr~.” Holy shit, I might need that lotion now. Once I thought I heard the trickling come to a close, I felt myself scavenging for the correct words to say, “Don’t make me do this here…” Sarcasm flowed throughout her, “do what Brandon? Didn’t you enjoy it?” I didn’t know how far I could go with this, but that didn’t seem to stop me, “You might not be safe if you make me explode.” She made sure to whisper this, “then let’s make sure it happens inside of me, big guy.” Jesus fucking Christ! Before I could advance this further though, she propped her head against my shoulder. “We should get some sleep, goodnight Brandon, sweet dreams.” How the hell did no one else think this was a good job? Thanks for reading! I hope to write at least one more chapter by the end of the week, but we’ll see how it goes. PrincessEsther, MasterOptometrist, For The Peeple and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
mipmixer 44 Posted November 8, 2022 Share Posted November 8, 2022 Great to see a continuation! Of course there is a whole team of girls - hope we will see some of the others get involved! Quote Link to comment
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