Jake pushed open the apartment door and kicked it shut behind him, his diaper already sagging heavy between his legs. The thick plastic crinkled loud with every step. Mike was waiting on the couch in nothing but his own loaded diaper, legs spread wide, cock half-hard and leaking against the front.
“Fuck, you’re full already,” Jake said, voice low and rough. He stripped his shirt off and dropped his pants, leaving just the bulging diaper taped tight around his hips. The smell hit him first—warm, earthy, unmistakably shit. Mike had evacuated hard sometime in the last hour.
Mike grinned dirty. “Couldn’t hold it after lunch. Felt it pushing out slow, then it just kept coming. Sat here and let it all go. You like?”
Jake crossed the room, dropped to his knees between Mike’s thighs, and pressed his face right against the swollen front of the diaper.
The heat radiated through the plastic. He inhaled deep, nose buried in the mess. “Smells like you really emptied out. Bet it’s all squished against your balls.”
Mike groaned and pushed his hips forward. “Rub it. Grind on it while you tell me about yours.”
Jake reached down and squeezed his own diaper. It was warm and wet already, a long piss from the drive home still sloshing inside. He hadn’t shit yet, but the pressure was building low in his gut, thick and urgent. He rubbed his palm over the front of Mike’s diaper, smearing the load around, feeling it shift and press. The plastic crackled. Mike’s cock twitched harder under the mess.
“Gonna make you come in that filthy thing,” Jake muttered. He tugged the tapes on Mike’s diaper open just enough to reach inside, fingers sliding through warm shit to wrap around the shaft. Mike was rock hard, slick with his own mess. Jake stroked slow and filthy, thumb dragging over the head while his other hand pressed the back of the diaper, pushing the load tighter against Mike’s ass.
Mike’s breathing went ragged. “Shit, Jake—keep doing that. Feels so fucking nasty.”
Jake leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of Mike’s cock, tasting salt and the faint bitterness of what had leaked out. His own stomach cramped. The need to evacuate was getting sharp now, a heavy weight low in his belly. He rocked his hips, grinding his full diaper against the floor, feeling the piss slosh and the pressure build.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he said, voice muffled against Mike’s skin. “I wanna go while you shoot.”
Mike’s hand came down on the back of Jake’s head, holding him there. “Not yet. Get up here. Sit on my lap. Let me feel how full you are.”
Jake climbed up, straddling Mike’s thighs. Their diapers mashed together, plastic sliding, shit and piss squishing between them. Jake rolled his hips, grinding his loaded front against Mike’s. The pressure in his gut peaked. He bore down, pushing, and felt the first thick log start to crown. It pressed slow and hot into the seat of his diaper, stretching the plastic, filling it heavy and warm. He kept pushing, evacuating in steady waves while he rutted against Mike, the mess spreading and packing tight against his hole and balls.
“Fuck, yeah,” Mike hissed. “You’re shitting right on me. Keep going.”
Jake’s cock was leaking steadily now, mixing with the piss already inside. He ground harder, the combined load between them turning into a hot, sticky mess. Mike’s hand reached around, grabbed the back of Jake’s diaper, and squeezed, smearing everything. The smell was thick and raw in the room.
Jake came first, cock pulsing hard inside the filthy diaper, adding fresh cum to the piss and shit. Mike followed seconds later, hips jerking up, shooting ropes that Jake felt through the layers. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, diapers sagging and leaking at the seams.
“Next round,” Mike said, voice hoarse, “we both go at the same time. No holding back.”
Jake nodded, already feeling the next cramp building. He pressed his forehead to Mike’s and smiled. “Gonna make it a big one.”
