The mall was unusually empty for a Saturday. With overpriced coffee drinks in one hand, the two made their way through the expanse of the vacant food court, their footsteps squeaking loudly against the cracked linoleum floor. Kagami's arm wrapped casually around Aomine's low back, his large hand wrapped tightly around his backside, not caring that they were in a public place. His hand sank in just a little bit more than usual as it was accompanied by a soft, unfamiliar rustle. A grin that covered the expanse of his face only grew as he stroked him. His lover paid little attention.

The discomfort of the extra padding around his thighs, and crotch, feeling his cock pressed tightly to his stomach because of its confines, was so much more distracting. The adult sized diaper had been the redhead's idea, and he'd practically begged on his hands and knees after Aomine had caught him browsing pictures on his phone of adult babies. He confessed that he was into the idea of babying his partner – diapers, bottles, spankings… But diapers especially. He was convinced that Aomine would look so sexy dressed up in one, the bulge smoothing out his lower half when dressed in jeans, or, better yet, dress pants. To see the outline of his cock through the thick, absorbent, plastic was almost too much. After recovering from the shock of the request, Aomine spent weeks denying him. There were a couple times where he even considered breaking up with him over it. There was a limit to what kinks and fetishes were okay; this, he was afraid, was not one of them. But as the weeks wore on, and Kagami became more and more dejected, the chinks in his armor grew until, finally, he sighed and relented. "But I'm only gonna do it this once, you fucking freak." He warned, glowering at him as they stood in their bedroom, facing each other. He had his arms across his chest, and his stomach felt tight, but the moment he saw the unabated glee in his partners face, it eased. (Though only just a little.) This was exactly the reason he couldn't say no, but he was sure as hell going to set some boundaries. "And 'm not pissin' in it." Kagami nodded vigorously and grabbed him, without warning, and kissed him until the world spun. Pulling away, he wiped aggressively at his lips with his forearm. "I sure hope you don' have any other things you're hidin'. This is more than enough." With that said, two weeks later, here they were.

The morning of their date, Kagami brought Aomine to the living room and instructed him, voice quivering ever so slightly, "Lay down." He gestured to a blanket on the living room floor. Aomine eyed him, one eyebrow cocked to the sky. "Please? Just go along with me for today, okay?" The puppy dog eyes worked like magic. Sighing, Aomine sank to the floor, laying out flat on his back. Tilting his head back a bit, he saw a plastic package squished to the brim with folded rectangles, a small design or pattern a strip at the very top. The diapers. His underwear for the day. Sighing, he mentally tried to prepare himself. He'd hardly slept last night he was so worried. Kagami had ordered them the moment after he agreed, and he'd been giddy since. Lowering his gaze, he watched the young man sink to the floor as well. With shaking hands, he began to remove Aomine's nightwear, giving one instruction after another. "Lift up. Lift your feet. Move down just a little." Soon, the darker man wore nothing but his birthday suit from his waist down. A chill ran over his body, his balls squeezing a bit as the cool, air-conditioned air washed over him. Reaching over him, his lover grabbed the inconspicuous, clear, bag of goods and tore into them, removing one with difficulty. Setting the rest aside, he unfolded the rectangle until it opened into a larger form of a familiar shape. Once again, he murmured, "Lift up," placing it between Aomine's spread feet, pushing it up against his backside. Doing as he was told, he made a bridge with his lower body, and as soon as it was situated under him, he lowered himself. Upon first contact, it didn't feel too bad, albeit a bit strange. It was soft, like a pillow, yet somehow different. It feels like what a girl's pad feels like… he thought, a bit idly. He'd picked some up from the store for Satsuki a few times so, while he didn't know their exact texture, he recognized the soft, squishy-ness that came with the menstrual product. The next moment, Kagami had picked up a bottle he hadn't previously noticed, and he eyed it, suspiciously.

"What the hell is that?" He growled, eyebrows knitting tightly. He hadn't okayed anything else.

"Baby… powder…" Kagami replied, stilted, his gaze going to the thing in his hand, then back to Aomine's face, expression guilty.

Aomine got up onto his elbows and quickly shot him down. "No. Nope. Nuh-uh. I said I'd wear this damn thing. I didn't say nothing about nothin' else. You tryna push your luck?" The diaper rustled and he shuddered. It was so loud.

"But…"

"No buts. It's not like I'm gonna actually be usin' it so there's no need for that shit."

Kagami's gaze soured, his expression falling. Bottom lip stuck in a pout, he looked longingly at the bottle in his hand and replied, trying to reason, "It's hot outside, though, so even if you don't… use it… you'll probably get sweaty and… it smells good…" He looked straight out of a book about parenting with a child on the verge of throwing a tantrum. His red eyes were as round as discs, and shimmering with hope. When he turned them on his boyfriend, the mans heart stuttered in his chest and, for just a brief moment, he lost his ability to speak. Cursing that glorified puppy-dog eyed expression, he groaned, and flopped back, using a muscled forearm to cover his eyes as, once again, he relented.

"Okay, fine. But I swear to God if you even think about bringing up the idea that I piss myself, or worse yet, shit myself, I'm breaking up with you right then and there and I'm shoving this thing in your face." A fierce image of a wagging tail covered his vision and he felt the palpable excitement, and he sighed. What a damn weird situation he was in, and oh how soft he had become. If this were just three years ago, there's no way in hell he would've even contemplated going along with this nonsense. I guess love can change a man. He cracked internally, chuckling silently with mirth. Gay and now diapered. What a combination he found himself with.

The rest of the process went without a hitch, and not two minutes later, Aomine was on his feet, standing like a toddler in the middle of the living room in nothing but a diaper and his t-shirt. Kagami eyed him with an almost ravenous hunger, and it honestly made him feel almost self-conscious. "Quit starin' so hard or your eyeballs are gonna pop out." He grumped, turning away from the fiery expression. He made a face at the feeling of the thick padding between his legs. Kagami had ordered overnighters so they were especially padded. It didn't exactly impede his usual gait, but the texture difference made him move like it did. There came no response but after a second, a pair of arms wrapped firmly around his waist and pulled him back into a crushing hug. Kagami rested his chin on his shoulder, pressing his lips against the tanned skin. Aomine couldn't help but notice the hardness that pressed against him as they stood, flush, against one another. He's like a fucking middle schooler; horny the second he sees the object of his affection, Jesus. While he wanted to berate him, there also came a sense of pride that he was the reason the man was like that. Twisting his hips a bit, he dug against him just a little which caused a small breath of surprise to escape between his lips. "We're gonna be late for the movie so hurry up and let me get dressed."

"Mmm… I don't know if I wanna go anymore." Kagami breathed, driving his hips forward, pressing his lower half against him, not holding back in the slightest. "But I picked out pants for you and if we don't go, I won't get to see you in them."

"God, you're fucking needy. I'm starting to regret agreeing to this." Even though he was dressed the way he was, when his boyfriend gyrated against him like that, already half way to hard, it was difficult for his body not to respond, and he felt heat pooling in his hips and groin. Pushing the feeling down as best he could, he untangled himself and took a few tentative steps. It really did feel weird, but it was nothing he couldn't get used to. Sighing, and cursing the predicament, he waddled towards the bedroom, feeling the heated gaze on his ass all the way there. On the bed laid a pair of faded dark-wash skinny jeans that typically fit him a little loose, especially in the waist and thighs. With the extra girth of the diaper, it would fill out the extra space, giving him quite the fitted look. Quickly slipping into them, he took a long look in the mirror, trying to decide if it looked "off" in any way. The reality was that, unless one was in the know, an outsider could never tell, but he felt self-conscious regardless. Sighing, he stripped off his worn-out t-shirt he used for pajamas, and pulled out a light blue button up from the closet, and a black belt. Slipping it on, he tucked the short sleeve polo into his pants, and got the belt through the belt loops before fastening the silver buckle shut.

The two of them took turns in the bathroom, fixing their hair, brushing their teeth, and any other morning routine they typically dealt with, minus, perhaps, the morning pee that always came first thing. The redhead had dressed himself in a dark, olive-green button up, a white tank top peeking from beneath the opened top two buttons. The sleeves were cuffed with a small strap with a tiny brown and black button holding it in place, and it hugged his bicep so tightly, it looked like one flex would rip it apart. The pants he'd put on were a dark, woodsy-brown pair that were somewhere between slacks, and casual wear, that Aomine had gifted to him the Christmas before. The ends were cuffed almost like joggers, but the material was closer to office wear. Both of them slipped on a pair of crisp, white, sneakers, and black baseball caps, to finish their looks. Kagami also slipped on a cross body fanny pack in which to store his phone, wallet, and keys, Aomine's mockery aside. "It's fashionable, okay?" Once satisfied, the grabbed a pre-made breakfast to go that Kagami had prepared the night before, and headed off to the large shopping complex in the city center.

Which led them to where they were currently at – Kagami fondling Aomine's ass without reprise, a shit eating grin not leaving his face even once. The few others that occupied the mall, gave them curious looks, but it was never anything more than a glance. Aomine gave up trying to get him to stop. He was finally starting to get used to the feeling between his thighs and that's all he cared about. His lower stomach was beginning to sweat, and despite his complaints this morning, he was grateful that Kagami had put on the baby powder. He could feel sweat pooling in places it otherwise wouldn't have, despite the large air-con systems working to counteract the sizzling heat outside, and he was worried that he'd develop a rash from all the friction. Thus far he'd been okay, but who knew how long it would last. Glancing at his watch he said casually, "Let's head over to the theater. I want to get snacks beforehand, and I wanna see the previews." They'd decided on some action flick that had had trailers circulating on the web for a while, all the dude bros raving about how amazing it was. They were ready to be disappointed, but it was better than all the other options currently out; there were a few too many broken-hearted romances, live action anime films, or animated kid's movies.

They reached the ticket box and quickly made their way through the line. Once inside, they headed to the concession stand. Again, it was surprisingly empty, with only a family of four and another couple ahead of them. Coming up to the counter, they ordered a combo with two large drinks and a popcorn to share. Aomine liked extra butter, but Kagami preferred it dry, so they had to compromise and get less butter than the older man would've liked. Reaching their screen, they headed in to find it empty. "Let's sit in the middle." He suggested, nibbling the end of his straw a bit mindlessly as he surveyed the space. They'd recently upgraded all the chairs to the plush, lounging recliners, so realistically, any seat would be great viewing. To his surprise, Kagami shook his head and motioned to the back row.

"C'mon. I wanna sit in the back." Taking his free hand, holding his popcorn and soda in one arm, he dragged him up the steps to the very last row, walked about half way down and then set his things down. They were dead center, arguably the best view in the room. "You're fine with this, right?" It was clearly rhetorical. He's planning something… From past experience, there was a reason he wanted to sit so far back, but that was neither here or there. Nodding, he put his own drink in the cup holder, and got settled in, kicking back in the lounger the moment his butt hit the seat. Five minutes later the lights dimmed, and the screen opened wider as the previews began. Three or four stragglers made their way in, but they settled in the middle, and front, of the room, leaving them basically alone.

The film started with a bang, and eased slowly into an unexpectedly engaging plotline, leaving their eyes glued to the screen. Forgetting the situation he was in, Aomine casually sipped at his drink, gulping down a third of it before they'd even gotten a quarter of the way into the movie. It wasn't until he felt the slight pressure in his bladder that he came back to his senses and slowed down. It wasn't like Kagami had told him he wouldn't allow him to go to the bathroom or anything crazy like that, but he didn't really want to have to deal with doing the diaper back up in public, and he was firm in his stance that there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to use it for its intended purpose. Crossing his arms over his chest to keep from temptation, he focused slowly on the film.

The movie was a little more than half over when all the liquids from today came together to pressure him, more than just a little. It reminded him that he'd skipped his morning piss, and had drank not only a large coffee, which always made him need to go anyway, but he'd also downed half of humongous soda as well. Frowning in the dark, he squeezed his legs tighter together, and tried to not think about it, but it seemed luck wasn't on his side as a moment later, he felt a hand creep down over his stomach before slipping between his legs. Jerking in surprise, he grabbed the arm rests and tried to squirm away, turning to glare at his boyfriend whose eyes hadn't left the screen, his expression blank. His hand continued on as though he hadn't even noticed Aomine's reaction. Stroking the front of his crotch, he wrapped his fingers around the still rather prominent bulge, working it with ease. The older boy gasped, biting his bottom lip as a shiver ran down his body, agitating not only his groin, but his bladder as well. Turning his head he hissed, "Kagami, oi. Quit it. I gotta pee. Now is not the time." The admission only seemed to spur him on, regardless of the desperation in his voice. Sucking in a deep breath, the strength seeping from his arms, Aomine sank bank into his chair, head dipping. Familiar heat was pooling in his groin as he was worked over. He felt himself getting hard over the ministrations, but it did not make the need to urinate abate whatsoever. Toes curling, he hissed even more harshly, though it came out basically a whimper, "Seriously, quit it. If you make me pee myself, I'm gonna kill you." Finally, he turned to look at him, though his expression remained unchanged.

Whispering, he replied, "What the hell are you talking about? Quit distracting me, I'm tryna watch the movie." Meanwhile his hand had skillfully gotten the belt he wore undone, and was working the button and zipper. They came open, and a moment later, that large had drove its way into his pants, and straight into the diaper, groping him barehanded. The heat nearly caused him to lose control right then and there, but he managed to hold on, biting back a groan that would have caused every eye in there to turn to him. His fingers dug into the faux leather as the heat built. It was becoming unbearable. He could feel small amounts of urine dribbling out, bubbling at the crown before creeping down the length. Kagami's hand was probably covered in it by now, but it didn't seem to bother him in the least. His calloused fingers worked over the hardened length as though nothing at all was happening. His thumb dug into the slit at the end, moving in circles as even more liquid seeped out. Aomine moaned quietly, biting deep into his lip as he leaned his top half forward. God, it felt so good, but he couldn't get over the sensation of needing to pee. It was going to come out.

The villain and hero were fighting on screen; the story had reached its exciting climax. Explosions went off everywhere on screen as they clashed. The screen flickered with the mounting excitement. But neither man was paying attention. Aomine was almost in pain, writhing as he got worked over, head thrown back against the head rest. If this kept going, he was really going to piss himself, and then cum, and it was going to be all over the redhead's hand. Once again, as if reading his mind, Kagami withdrew his hand. Thinking he was going to be saved the humiliation, he breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't last as he wrapped his damp hand around him once again, though this time over the top of the plastic protection. His strokes grew faster, the sound of rustling covered by the explosions happening up on the screen, and unable to hold back, the sensations all too much, Aomine's bladder muscles totally relaxed and he was enveloped by an unfamiliar heat. It pooled, and spread, across his entire crotch and the humiliations seemed to spur him into cumming, as a moment later the heat that had been growing inside burst forth, and his release coated the inside of the diaper as well. Not knowing whether Kagami realized what had just happened, Aomine didn't know whether to be pissed beyond words, or to be happy that it hadn't been worse. Toes uncurling, fingers no longer holding on for dear life, the older man slowly began to fix his clothes, buttoning his pants, and tucking his shirt back in before buckling himself back up. As the credits rolled, and they stood to leave, he winced as the cool, stickiness of his lower half finally registered. Face going red with rage, he turned to Kagami, ready to let loose on him, but stopped. If he started yelling now, the other movie-goers would hear, and that would be an even worse situation. Unsure of how, exactly, to proceed, he stiffly turned towards the stairs, and walked one step at a time in a half waddle, grimacing with disgust at each and other squelch he experienced, the evidence coating his balls, and probably even his pubes. Kagami was a dead man.

Their descent slow, Kagami asked, feigning ignorance, "What's wrong, dude? Why are you walking so funny? Even gramps can walk faster than you are right now."

Half turning to him, mustering up every ounce of venom in his tone that he could he growled, "You're dead, Kagami. DEAD. Do you hear me?" To his absolute ire, the man grinned wolfishly, and licked his lips suggestively. This boy had better start preparing for his funeral. Turning back to keep heading for the exit, Aomine made a resolute decision to never again, go along with his hair brained schemes.