Daily Free-Write July 15, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 19

Continuation of July 14, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 18”

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Gerard was having so much fun shopping for lingerie at Veronica's Secret. As he picked up one item after the other, he imagined Leandra in each. A bustier, then a teddy, then a skimpy nightie. He had a hard time limiting himself to just one item, but eventually he settled on the bustier from the window. Then an idea struck him.

"Excuse me," he asked the woman at the register. "Do you have anything in smaller sizes?"

He had hardly finished thanking the cashier for her help when he heard his name ringing out over the loudspeaker.

"Gerard Taureau, please come to the children's play-area. Gerard Taureau, please come to the children's play area."

It wasn't hard to guess why; he could hear Frank yelling and crying in the background.

"Lemme go! I'm not a baby! I can use the potty! I can use the potty! Waah!"

"Thanks again," said Gerard, picking up two little bags from the counter.

Five minutes earlier, Frankie found himself in a very difficult situation. He had just been standing off to the side in the playground, scowling and trying to keep the brats at bay. The problem was, his Pawsome Squad was making him quite popular and kids were pulling him this way in that, wanting to play Pawsome Squad with him. He had just escaped to the top of the slide when he got a sharp and sudden cramp in his tummy.

"Crap! I have to go! Where is that damn Gerard?" he whispered to himself as he felt his butthole quiver.

Frankie fought to hold on as long as he could but it soon became apparent that he had no chance of keeping his diaper clean unless he could get to a toilet right away. He slid down the slide. As he slid down on his poofy butt, he felt his hole quiver again and a little wetness slipped out into his diaper from behind.

"No, no, no, no, no," he cried, holding the seat of his overalls and waddle-running past the attendant, who quickly stood up and approached him.

"Excuse me! Young man. You can't get out of the gate. It's locked."

"Listen, lady-" Frank stopped himself, remembering that he was supposed to be playing baby. Then he did something he'd never imagined doing before. He actually tried to sound like a baby. The babyish voice that came out of his mouth was hardly recognizable.  "I- I mean...I need to go potty."

The attendant looked at him skeptically. The outline of a diaper was unmistakable in the back of his overalls, and left no doubt that he was still in the midst of his diaper days. And of course she remembered the cute diaper bag his daddy had left. She put her hands on her knees and got down to his level.

"Aww, sweetie. You're not ready for the potty. Now why don't you come away from the gate and play with your friends some more? I can take care of you when you need a change."

"No," cried Frank, pulling at the gate more frantically than ever. He got ready to jump and climb for it but the attendant stopped him.

"Oh no you don't," said the woman, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him away from the gate. "You're not going anywhere without an adult, kiddo. You don't even know how to use the potty, what do you think you'd do in there?"

Frank groaned as he was pulled away. The distraction of being grabbed by the attendant was all it took for him to lose his final hold on his overstressed sphincter. His thighs tensed around the thick plastic padding, forcing his legs to go from preparing to jump into a toddler-squat. He scrunched his face and balled up his fists as his body contracted and bent him forward, pushing out his butt.

Poop immediately exploded out into the back of his diaper with a loud and smelly BRRRRAP, relieving the pressure in his bowels and pushing out the back of his diaper in an unmistakable bulge.

The attendant looked down at the masked boy, his arm still held up above his hands. "See? I told you. Now let's get you changed, stinky boy."

"Nooooo!" Frankie cried, breaking down into a complete Tantrum. No matter what she tried, he would not let her change him. He couldn't let her change him. Him, a grown-ass man. It was way too humiliating. Then he tripped and fell on his butt, splattering his poopy load all over the inside of his diaper and out into his overalls. That's when the real waterworks started.

"Oh boy," said the Attendant. "We're having a meltdown." That's when she called Gerard on the intercom. Gerard soon showed up and took Frankie out of the play-area, through a growing crowd, and to the nearest bench, where he went quickly to work getting his poopy overalls off and laying him down on a changing pad from his diaper bag.

"What are you doing?" said Frankie, through his tears. "You c-cant change me here."

"Shhhh," said Gerard. "You're supposed to be a baby, remember? Just be quiet and this will all be over quickly. Or do you want me to tell everyone who you really are? My lover's cuckolded husband?"

Frank cried and sniffled. He was well and truly fucked. With his mask on, he had some anonymity, but he couldn't openly protest and fight his treatment without exposing himself. Gerard, on the other hand, wasted no time exposing his poopy bottom, wiping it down as a crowd of shoppers looked on. Frank's face burned behind his mask as he heard all the rude comments about him.

"He looks too big to be a real baby."

"He sure acts like one!"

"Hey look! He's got a cage on his widdle pee pee!"

"Maybe he plays with it too much."

"He needs a good spanking for carrying on like that!"

Frank looked down through teary eyes to see the disaster that was the inside of his diaper and was disgusted. He had filled his diapers so fully that the poop had pushed its way forward and covered the base of his cage. Gerard, luckily, was able to quickly wipe it away from the cage and his skin with the endless supply of wipes from his diaper bag. Frank now understood why he was shaved down there. He sniffled and sobbed as he was finally powdered and taped into a fresh baby-designed diaper. He tearfully cursed the fact that they came in his size.

"There we are, little man, said Frank, giving Frank a pat on the butt as he helped the man to his feet. "You're all fresh and clean."

"Where are my pants?" asked Frank, acutely aware that his diaper was exposed for everyone to see.

"They're all at home or in the car," said Gerard, with a shrug. Gerard picked up the diaper bag and his Veronica's Secret bags in one hand, and the soiled diaper in the other. He walked over to the trash can and tossed it, before looking back to Frank. "Come along, boy."

Gerard held out his hand. He had no doubt that Frank would take it. He was now totally humbled and exposed, and there was no way he was going to wander off on his own in his diaper and t-shirt. Sure enough, Frank grabbed on to Daddy's hand and huddled close as he was walked out of the mall and back to his car.

Frank had only one question. "Why?"

Gerard regarded him coolly. "You know, we were gonna wait a little while to do this, but your behavior last night accelerated things drastically. A man as immature as you doesn't deserve to keep his adult priveleges. No, you're getting exactly what you deserve, and you have no one to blame but yourself."

Frank whimpered. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Was it?

"Don't worry, little one, it's not all that bad. Mommy know what you like and who you're meant to be. You'll learn to love being our submissive diapercuck."

And there it was again. The incessant throbbing in his cage returned as Frank's traitor cock responded to his enemy's teasing. This would have been so damned hot it if was happening to anyone but him.

"Okay, baby. Up you go into your car seat."

Frank cringed as he saw the waiting baby-seat in the back seat of his convertible. All those straps just waiting to trap him in another infantile prison. He hesitated, but soon felt Gerard's hand lifting his padded butt up and guiding him up into the seat. With a few deft motions, he was strapped in securely at the chest, the waist, and the crotch, his diaper bulging out slightly around the crotch strap and letting out a puff of babyish powder which scented the air around him.

"Now I know you'll stay out of trouble," laughed Gerard. "At least until we get you home."

Frank didn't even try to get himself out. He knew it was hopeless. But at least the worst of the day was over, he thought.

"By the way," said Gerard, as they pulled out of the parking lot. "I recorded everything. You'd be surprised how recognizable you are to someone who's seen your little cucky cage before. I have a feeling it's going to be a very popular addition to your channel on Subby Cucky Suckers, don't you?"