It was a minor miracle that Cole had been able to make it all the way home without spilling his bowels; he certainly wasn't going to give in now. He just needed some way of getting the ridiculous diaper off.
He tried again with renewed effort, digging as deep as he could into the plush cotton and pulled at the giant fistfuls of plastic-covered wadding with all his might, but it felt so incredibly sensuous, he had to stop almost immediately.
His arms lost all their strength and he felt like he needed a nap… "I'm going to need help."
He pulled out his phone and drowsily sent a text to Billy, the biggest guy he knew; surely he'd be able to rip off a stupid pair of overgrown nappies…
𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚍
𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙
Rather than wait for a reply, he began scouring his room for anything that could help remove the diaper, but his mind was so slow… Finding random junk was easy, but getting an answer back from his brain to know if each item was useful was taking too long. He was about to shit himself! He needed something specific to look for.
"Sharp!..." he thought, "...Something sharp…. Gotta cut it off…"
He needed a pair of scissors, but finding them wasn't going to be easy in such a messy room, especially in his current state of mind. There were diapers everywhere where previously there had been clothes. They were taunting him, covering anything that might be of any use and mocking him with their infantile aesthetic… So adorable…
He shook his head angrily, trying to come to his senses, and scrambled to the closet in hopes he would find his toolbox there. And there it was, sitting on the shelf over a row of clothes hangers that were now each cradling a neatly folded diaper.
He began rummaging through his tools and quickly found something that looked close, but it turned out to be pliers. Regardless, they were worth a try. He clamped them to one of the little side tapes and pulled aggressively back and forth like a savage, but it didn't peel away in the slightest.
If anything it just made him more aroused and more sleepy… In that moment he almost surrendered to it. He was so tired and his butt cheeks were straining to hold back what his sphincter had already elected to release.
In that last instant, he saw it in the toolbox, a pocket knife. It was razor sharp, there was no way it couldn't cut a little plastic!
With a final desperate effort, Cole readied the knife and thoughtlessly plunged it into the diaper without regard for the delicate flesh beneath.
"HOOoouwuooowooooWAAA~!" He moaned.
It felt incredible, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The sensations set off literal flashes in his brain. He didn't even have the strength left to look down to see if he had accomplished his goal. A few ineffectual adjustments of the knife's position were all he had left in him, indulgently kneading it back and forth between his legs before succumbing to exhaustion.
With that, he lost consciousness and fell face-first into a pile of closet diapers, his pert clad ass sticking proudly into the air... His bare feet twitched and pawed involuntarily at the carpet for a few seconds longer as the contents of his colon erupted in one single continuous movement.