"One weekend as a baby, and he only has one day left. To try and rig the dare in his favor, Shadow purposefully under-hydrated himself on the days prior to make sure he wouldn't need to use the diapers at all. If he wet himself, he'd lose and become Ben's 'baby' for real. He'd made it through yesterday dry, so this would be easier than he thought."
Notes: Some non-canon fun stuff between Shadow and Ben. Think of this as an alternate universe where Ben was the ABDL before Shadow.
Summer in Forget-Me-Not Valley was mild. Never too hot, never too cold. At least, that's how it usually is, anyways. The past week had been subject to an unbearable heatwave, and everybody was starting to feel the effects. Most of the valley was lacked any sort of electronic air conditioning aside from small plug-in fans, so even going inside wasn't likely to get you away from the sweltering heat.
In the small house on the ranch, Lajos laid upside-down on the end of the bed. Nearly naked, the only clothing he had on was a modest pair of boxers. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the floor.
The sound of running water was emanating from the bathroom. Marlin was inside, taking a shower. He'd come over to help with the farm. However, the heat had started to get to him and before he could do much he was inside, dousing himself with lukewarm water to bring his temperature down.
Lajos closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening them once more. What he wouldn't give for some sort of distraction for this heat.
The laundry basket in the corner caught his eye. Because they lacked any form of washing machine or dryer, most of their clothes were washed by hand and dried on a line. Not wanting to waste any water, especially now, Lajos and Jazz waited at least a week or two before washing their dirty clothes. Inside right now, though, was…
He sat up, kicking his legs off the side of the bed. Lajos felt his cheeks flush. This felt… depraved, almost, even if it was a harmless little thought. He made his way over to the side of the basket and reached in, digging through the top layer of sweaty clothes. Once he had what he was looking for, Lajos brought his prize out of the basket.
“M-Marlin's shirt…” In his hands was an off-white button-up. Lajos never understood why he was so insistent on wearing white when he worked on a farm. It'd get ruined at the first speck of dirt. It was damp, probably from his sweat, with the underarms taking the brunt of the soaking.
Lajos padded back to the bed, sticking his head out the door for a moment to hear for the shower stopping. The sound of running water continued. Good. Sitting on the soft sheets again, he scooted until his back was to the pillows and the handmade headboard. He gripped the shirt in his hands as if it'd fly off any moment if he let go.
And then he brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Immediately he was hit with the scent of sweat. To him, it was delicious. Every time Lajos inhaled into the fabric, he took his time. Slowly drawing in the intoxicating scent of Marlin's body. Natural body odor combined with some strong-smelling cologne, dirt, and hard work. He shivered in delight. This felt so wrong, but so right. Him and Marlin, they weren't even fully dating yet. They'd only ever talked about going out a handful of times before, but here Lajos was, drinking him in through his shirt and loving every moment of it.
It felt like forever that he'd spent like this before he noticed a certain tingling sensation. This was turning him on in a way he'd never felt before. Usually, his sweaty shirts were his own, or maybe Jazz's if he was willing to let him steal them until he lost them; he'd never done this with anybody else.
Keeping a hand on the shirt pressed against his nose his other fingers maneuvered their way into his boxers. Whether it be from the sweat or his own juices, he was wet, and he liked it. Lajos slowly rubbed his fingers along his slit, inhaling as he did so. The rush was unlike any other. This was heaven.
Soon, he was panting into Marlin's shirt, grinding against his own fingers and whimpering like a bitch in heat. Every breath, every stroke; it was driving his crazy. Lajos gasped as he pushed into his own pussy, pumping his fingers even faster. “M-Marlin…” he whimpered to himself as he felt the impending orgasm. He'd never been one to cum particularly fast, but the speed at which he was bringing himself to cum this time was almost embarrassing.
A wave washed over Lajos, and he whined, squirting into his boxers, which then dribbled onto the sheets. His eyes squeezed shut and it felt like all the wind was knocked out of him. Still riding his fingers, he was still squeezing around them after what felt like several minutes. Lajos finally rolled over, taking the shirt away from his face and opening his eyes.
“You okay?” A familiar voice rang in his ears. If Lajos wasn't red before, he certainly would've rivaled the best tomatoes now. Marlin was standing at the doorway, wrapped only in a towel. His face was just as red as Lajos'. He looked almost as if he was looking for the right words to say. “If you want to keep that one, just bring it back eventually so I can wash it.”
