Daily Free-Write August 17, 2021: Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 4

Continuation of August 16, 2021 "Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 3"

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Cody: What the fuck? I just had a blowout in the middle of the restaurant.

S: Now who taught you a word like that? You shouldn't be saying such things, little boy.

Cody: My ass is wrecked. This better not be permanent.

S: Calm down, boy. One night of sex isn't going to put you back in diapers for life.

Cody: Is there any way I can stop it?

S: Maybe if you send a picture. Right now.

Cody: Now, now? I can't. I'm in the break room. Anyone could walk in. Let me get to a bathroom first.

S: Now or don't bother.

Cody: Fine.

Cody looked around nervously and undid his pants enough to let the diaper peek out the top.

Cody: Here. Now tell me what the hell I should do.

S: That doesn't count. I want a picture of you standing with your pants around your ankles.

Cody: No way, dude, are you crazy? Just help me already.

S: You haven't earned that with your nasty attitude, boy. I'll let you think about your behavior for a while.

Cody: Hey, wait. How long is a while? Hello? Wait, what about my cage?

"Ah, shit," said Cody, slamming his phone down in frustration. Mr. Schwarzinger clearly wasn't going to be be any help. He would just have to do his best to get through the day in cummy pampers.

When Trent returned, he was told about the switch and Cody ran deliveries for the rest of the day. He didn't say much about it at the time but he sure did give Cody a hard time about it after work.

"Haha, man, it was really that loud, huh? You sure you didn't crap your pants back there? You sure were walking like you did."

"Shut up," said Cody, his face burning red.

"You did, didn't you? Oh man. Let me see your pants. Haha, if I see a brown spot back there I'm going to lose it."

"Knock it off!" said Cody. Holding the back of his pants as he ran to keep his friend from grabbing his ass and noticing the thick crinkly diaper covering his butt.

"Haha, you totally crapped your pants, huh? I think somebody needs to wear diap-" The two of them froze as Trent's hand made contact with Cody's butt. Trent slowly let go of the handful of padding he had grabbed through Cody's pants and Cody looked back at him, his eyes wide and uncertain. "W-why is your ass so soft, man? And ... why is it making crinkling noises?"

"I-i-it wasn't my idea okay? It was..." Cody searched his mind for any feasible lie he could think of and in a sudden strike of inspiration, he said, "It was that woman's! Yeah, that kinky bitch from last night. She wanted me to wear it to work and take a picture. Said it got her all hot."

"Shit, really? You took a picture?  That's so fucked. I don't believe it. Lemme see."

"W-well, I haven't actually taken... the picture," Cody admitted. "I didn't want to do it... you know... at work."

"Well, shit, man. I can help you take the picture."

"N-no, thanks man," said Cody, beginning to panic. This situation was going from bad to worse.

"No, really. Look, I'll even let you hold my phone so you have the only copy. I'm helping you out, bro." Trent slapped his phone into Cody's palm and held his hand out expectantly. "Come on, dude. If she wanted to see you do it in front of work, she'll be really impressed if she sees you do it right on Main Street." He paused, letting his hand drop as he looked at Cody with a more serious expression. "I mean... unless you're just making this whole thing up cause you're embarrassed you crapped your pants..."

"No, I didn't crap my fuckin pants, man. Here. Take the damn photo." Cody handed his phone over and dropped his pants, pulling his shirt up to reveal the cute and crinkly diaper. "Well... hurry up and take it," he said, his anger-fueled bravado faltering as he stood there on the busy thoroughfare.

"Whoa, dude! You really are wearing one." Trent laughed and took the picture, then handed the phone back to Cody. "That must be some really good pussy if you did all that."

"You have no idea," said Cody, rolling his eyes. He wasn't going to disabuse his friend of the notion that he'd bagged some rich hot mistress. He certainly wasn't going to tell him that he'd had his ass plowed by some dude's thick cock instead. He opened the app to delete the photo and forget it all ever happened. Then he got a message on his phone. It was from Mr. S.

S: Not bad. I'm impressed.

"Trent! What did you do? Did you actually send it to her?!"

"Yeah, dude. I knew you would chicken out, so I did you a favor. You can thank me later, lover boy."

"Trent, you asshole!" yelled Cody, as Trent ran back to his car.

"Later, lover boy!"

Cody looked back down to his phone. Mr. Schwarzinger had sent another message that made his cock throb in its plastic confines.

S: You've been a good boy, so I'll give you a choice. Come to my place tonight for your punishment, or wear your cage for a week. It's up to you.

Cody stared at his phone in shock. A whole week in a cock cage? Really? He didn't want to imagine what sort of 'punishment' Mr. Moneybags had in store, but a week without a nut sounded like pure torture. He ran his fingers through his unkempt hair and groaned in frustration.

"Shit."