As you dangle, struggling futilely to get out of the harness, one of your ‘father’s’ gym bros suddenly approaches, Randy Orton. He glances at you, smirking, before turning towards Dolph. “Hey, Dolph,” he begins, “Can I ask a favor?”
Dolph puts down the weights and smiles, “Sure.” Randy places a hand on his crotch, “I kinda have to take a leak, and figured I could just, you know…” He gestures towards you, “I mean, he’s wearing one already.” Dolph grins and chuckles, “Sure, go ahead. I don’t think he’d mind.” He says, affectionately pinching your cheeks.
Dolph begins unstrapping the crotch of the harness you’re in, followed by the crotch of your onesie. Confusion turns to horror as you realize what Randy’s about to do, and frantically struggle to escape, but to no avail. The rest of the harness straps keep you in place. You can’t even reach up to pull the pacifier out of your mouth. Somehow it never occurs to you to spit it out, although sucking on it has become disturbingly comforting. You figured you’ll need all the comfort you can get here.
Randy pulls down the rim of his shorts, exposing his ENORMOUS, flaccid, 9-inch member, which your eyes visibly widen as you look at it. Even from the looks of it, you can guess it’s even bigger hard. “Thanks man,” Randy says as he approaches, “I’ve had to go all day.”
He sandwiches you between the two musky, sweaty men. Stretching out the rim of your diaper, Randy inserts his cock, which rubs up against your smaller one, sending chills down your spine, which is soon followed by Randy sighing, as a stream of warm, yellow liquid sprays from his dick into the diaper, flooding it. You almost feel like crying. It’s so warm, your diaper is getting soggy, his dick is peeing and rubbing against yours, and the stench of his urine mingles with the odiferous seat of the two muscular men you’re stuck between. It’s truly, unbearably disgusting. And yet, somehow, you’re horrified as your dick begins to stiffen as well, being rubbed against Randy’s, mixed with the warmth of the diaper. He seems to notice and laughs, “Looks like the baby’s got a stiffy.” He smirks as Dolph grins, “Told ya he wouldn’t mind.”
Randy smiles contentedly as he pisses into your diaper. It goes on for what seems like an eternity. How much pee was in this guy? Just when it seems like he’s almost finished, he grunts, ripping a nasty fart that permeates the air, stinking up the gym further. Dolph chuckles, “Nice one Randy.” As you try to not get sick from it. Finally, as the stream is reduced to a few small trickles, Randy takes his gargantuan cock out of your diaper, slipping it back into his pants, “That feels so much better. Thanks man.”, “Don’t mention it.” Dolph nods.
You’re left, still dangling, only now in a disgustingly damp, soggy diaper full of Randy Orton’s piss around your waist, which sags and droops uncomfortably, with a raging erection against the warm, moist interior that won’t go away. “Man, I really had to pee,” Randy continues, “You gonna change that?” Dolph chuckles, “Eh, he’ll be fine. It could still hold a few more gallons. You should see it after a nap. It’s like a firehose went off.” He laughs, as you look down, ashamed. Dolph buttons up the crotch again, though with more difficulty due to the hefty, bulging diaper, leaving your dick restrained, held tight against the soaked padding, and whimpering in disgust and embarrassment, hoping this would be over soon.
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