Daily Free-Write July 14, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 18

Continuation of July 13, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 17”

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"Let's get that phone to the fix-it people, eh?" said Gerard, Frank's newly acquired diaper-bag slung over one shoulder as he pulled the little cuckold through the crowd of people. Frank felt very self-conscious being in public, especially in his wet diaper, which had grown considerably thicker after the scares he had earlier. It was one thing to be in a baby store where he might have blended in - if no one was paying attention - but it was wholly another to be in the middle of the shopping center where all sorts of people were walking around. He couldn't even walk normally, but was forced to kind of throw his hips forward in a waddle around the unyielding padding between his legs. So this was why strollers were invented. He now longed to be pushed around in a shopping cart rather than be forced to try and keep up with his long-legged 'Daddy'.

"Just think," Gerard said, as they walked through the mall. "You'll be dressed like this all the time. And we'll take you everywhere with us." Frank gulped, imagining himself toted around everywhere dressed like a silly toddler. "You'll become a familiar face around town, Frankie. Yes, everyone will know who the big baby cuck is."

Frank whined at that. He wished he could remain anonymous somehow. He didn't want everyone to know him as that big baby they saw around town. Then, by some stroke of luck, he spotted something in the toy store just up ahead.

"Daddy, I want that!" Frank said, excitedly. Gerard looked ahead to see that Frak was pointing at a rack of masks.

"A child's mask? Are you sure?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sure! I'm sure!"

"You know, if you get this, then you'll be spending all your goodie points. That means you won't get your cell-phone back as quickly..."

"I don't care," said Frank. "I'll take the mask." Anything would be better than being publicly embarrassed like this.

"Okay, little man. It's your points." Gerard smiled and ruffled Frank's hair. When Frank tried to fix it, Gerard told him to leave it. "It's cuter that way. All mussed up just like a little boy's hair should be."

Frank suppressed a growl and let it go. If nothing else, he was learning patience. He had to control his temper if he wanted to get his way.

"Which mask would you like, little man?" asked Gerard, spinning the rack around.

Frankie didn't really care. He didn't know the difference between the masks anyway, but if he had to decide...

"Oh, I know! Why don't we pick someone from your favorite show," said Gerard, with a wink. He picked up a Pawsome squad mask of Matterhorn, the snowdog and handed it to Frankie.

"What? This isn't my favorite show, I don't even watch- oh..." Frankie blushed as he recalled the embarrassing incident where he was caught rubbing himself off to the childish cartoon. Gerard wouldn't let him hear the end of it! And the worst thing of all was he felt his stiffy once again straining against the cage.

"What's wrong, little one? Do you need Daddy's help? Do you need another diaper check? What?" Gerard made no effort to disguise the fact that he was looking after an overgrown infant. In fact, he made a big show of trying to figure out just what was wrong with the little guy.

"N-no. I don't need a check," Frank said, fighting back the urge to yell at Gerard.

"Are you sure? I don't think you're old enough to tell when you need a check, little one. Daddy had better just check you right here just in case."

"N-no! Wait!" said Frank, as Gerard reached for his snaps. He couldn't let this happen in the middle of the mall. "I-I need help. To put on my mask. ...D-Daddy." Reluctantly he added that final word and that seemed to be the magic key to get Gerard to listen and stop trying to open up his pants.

"Ohh, so that's what you needed. Okay, little one. Here you go." Gerard put the puppy mask on Frankie, and gave him a kiss on the head, making him feel very babyish and very embarrassed, then he grabbed Frankie's hand and led him up to the counter. "I'd like to buy this for my baby boy," he said to the cashier. The cashier looked over the counter at Frankie then at the colorful diaper bag and raised her eyebrows. Frankie remained silent.

"Okay, that'll be five dollars." Gerard whipped out his wallet and pulled out his platinum card to pay. Frankie was impressed. Only the big wigs at his work had platinum cards.

"What do we say, little man?" asked Gerard.

"Th-thank you Daddy." Frankie was glad his mask was covering his face because he was sure he must be bright red as he had to say that in front of the cashier. Thankfully, the cashier didn't seem to think anything was amiss. She simply smiled and watched them leave. Frankie looked back to see her staring at them still as they left the store, and he was sure she was looking at his padded behind. He sped his walking up just a little faster after that.

"Can we go home now?" asked Frankie, as Gerard led him through the promenade.

"You sure you don't want to spend a little longer here? Maybe play on the playground?"

Frankie looked over and saw a supervised play area where parents could leave their darling angels while they went shopping.

"NO, god no," said Frank. Gerard just smirked. Then his eye caught something at the 'Veronica's Secret' a little further down.

"Ooh, look at that bustier! I bet Leandra would love one of those. Don't you think?"

Frank was amazed at the audacity of this man, asking what lingerie he thought his wife would like. "I wouldn't know," he practically growled, "since she seems to be sleeping with someone else lately."

"That's right," said Gerard, with a chuckle. "You wouldn't know. You're too immature to really even think about her like that, aren't you? Or to really think about her at all. It's fine though. You don't need to think about her needs anymore, or anyone else's. You just focus on being a good little man and listening to Mommy and Daddy. Now come along, little one. I'm going to put you in the playground until I'm done with my shopping."

"No, I don't wanna!" yelled Frankie, trying to pull away as Gerard dragged him toward the playground.

"Now, now. Don't fight. Unless you want everyone to know you're just a grown man in a diaper. Do you want people to know that? What do you think they'll do when they realize you're been playing baby and trying to get into the playground, hmm?"

Frank had nothing to say to that. It was true that he might be able to pass himself off as just another one of the kids or at least a bigger kid with special needs if he kept quiet and hid behind his mask. He shuddered to think what would happen if his true age and mental ability were discovered.

"Come along now," said Gerard, sensing that the fight was draining out of Frank. Soon, Frank found himself checked in to the playground, his brand-new diaper bag handed over to the attendant and the name given out in case he needed to be called back for any reason.

"You be good now, little one," said Gerard. Frankie wanted to call out to him. Wanted to tell him not to leave, but he was terrified of what the attendant would do if they heard his voice so instead he had to watch his wife's new lover walk off to buy her naughty lingerie while he was stuck here with the brats. And he still hadn't been changed.