Daily Free-Write August 16, 2021: Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 3

Continuation of May 23, 2021 "Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 2" 

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Cody took a deep breath and came out to find the restaurant was already extremely busy. The restaurant was running a promotion and apparently it was more successful than they'd planned.

"You're on register 1," said Mr. Thicke, directing Cody to the main register at the front of the store. For the next hour, Cody was stuck between the register and running orders to customers. It was good in a sense because it got his mind off of his throbbing caged dick, but on the other hand, it also meant that he could hear himself crinkle all around the restaurant and even over the din and chatter of hungry patrons, he could hear it loud and clear. Worst of all, had absolutely no privacy when the cramps hit him again.

"How may I help Youghhhhhh!" he said, gripping his stomach and wincing.

"Are you okay, young man?" asked the elderly gentleman who was about to make his order.

"Y-yeah," grunted Cody, forcing himself to smile and stand up straight. "J-just a little indigestion is all."

"Oh yes,  I know how that is," said the old man. "You should try Fibrolax. Does wonders. Keeps ya regular, and-"

"Th-thanks," said Cody, who could already feel his face turning bright red at the advice, which the old man was giving quite loudly. "I'll... try that. Now what can I get you to eat?" Cody was able to get through the rest of the order, clenching his butt cheeks together as hard as he could. He was sure he'd have buns of steel after this workout.

Once the man was gone, Cody looked around. "Finally, a break in the action," he said. Then, he glanced over toward the restroom, wondering if he would really be able to hold it that far. Unfortunately, Cody's luck ran out when he stepped behind the counter because he was pulled over to the ovens by his manager Mr. Thicke and told he needed to get those orders out asap.

"Can't I just stop by the restroom first?"

"Cody, I need your help here. Just try to hold it til we get these out, will you?"

"Yes sir," said Cody, who was practically hopping foot-to-foot at this point.

Cody was on his second run of potato wedges to the hungry customers that it happened. He could feel it coming - the pressure in his gut, and his slippery asscheeks had no hope of holding it back. Just as he was reaching the table, he let out with an ear-shattering fart.

**BRAAAAAAAP!**

The whole restaurant stopped dead silent and looked in the direction of the loud noise. Cody stood there, frozen, his eyes as wide as saucers. After a few seconds with nobody moving, someone on the other side of the dining area let out a laugh. Soon, the entire restaurant was in hysterics as Cody, shaking, walked up to the table and set the potato wedges down in front of the customer.

"It's okay, sonny. Happens to the best of us. Just try that Fibrolax I told you about," said the old man with a wink.

Cody ran to the restroom, shut the door, locked it, and sat down on the potty to cry. The cramps were gone now, but that was small consolation to Cody. After he had run out of tears, he stood up checked his face in the mirror, and stepped out into the restaurant area. He didn't even bother to check his diaper. What would be the point? It was probably the only thing keeping him from staining his pants at this point, and he was in enough trouble as it was. He hoped he wasn't going to have to leave his job after this, but then again it would be a good excuse to just run home and hide under the blankets for the rest of the day. Week. Year, even.

When Cody stepped out, however, Mr. Thicke was waiting.

"Hey. You okay, Cody?"

"Y-yeah..." Cody began. "No. I don't know."

"Listen, I'm sorry, Cody. That was my fault. I shouldn't have told you to wait on the restroom. If you had a bowel problem, why didn't you tell me?"

"I-it's not..." Cody stopped himself. This particular narrative wasn't ideal but it was better than the truth. He sighed. "It's embarrassing," he said.

"Cody, I-" Mr. Thicke reached out like he wanted to hug Cody, but he stopped himself and simply placed his hand on Cody's shoulder. "It's okay, man. Why don't you take deliveries for the day. I'll switch you out with Trent when he comes back. You can wait in the break room until then.

Cody sniffed and looked down at his shoes. "Thanks, Mr. Thicke."

"No problem, bud. Oh, and Cody," he added, as Cody began to walk away.

Cody turned back and Mr. Thick seemed to be looking him up and down. "You do whatever you need to to take care of your problem. I expect you to tell me if you need any special... accommodations."

"Y-yes, sir!" Cody stuttered, his voice cracking and his face going red again. Did Mr. Thicke know? The crinkling seemed louder than ever as Cody walked back to the break room and sat down with a squelch. He winced at the gooey wetness. Then, he pulled out his phone and typed out a text to Mr. S.