Daily Free-WriteJuly 13, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 17

Daily Free-WriteJuly 13, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 17

Continuation of July 12, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 16”

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"Eek!" Frank said, and then he made a face of dismay. The shock had caused him to wet his pants. However, Gerard answered the question as if nothing had happened.

"Why, yes! We're looking for a crib a little more secure than... that one." He pointed to the crib Frank had just escaped.

"Oh, okay. You got yourself a little houdini, huh? I can help ya."

Frank spun around to see a tall teenager with her hair tied up to one side in a tiny punky pigtail. He blushed to realize that she must have been half his age, yet here he was looking like an absolute infant compared to both of them. Frankie looked up to the taller man who was dressed so sharply compared to his childish attire and felt intimidated by the stark difference between him and these two 'grown-ups'. How had things taken such a drastic turn from his time in the office, when he was the one belittling others?

"He's a cutie," the girl said. "Looks like a trouble-maker too. And he's, uh... a little bigger than your average baby... I think you'd better get him something this one over here. Come on."

Gerard grasped Frank's hand and led him through the rows of cribs which came in all shapes and sizes. Finally, they arrived at a large crib made of solid wood.

"This one here is called the tiger cage," she said, giggling. "It's not really called that but we call it that because it's perfect for little terrors who don't want to stay put. And it's got a bit of an animal theme going on."

Sure enough, it was decorated with circus animals. The theme wasn't too overt but it was definitely there, and definitely lent an extra infantile flair compared to the plain colors of other cribs. Frankie hated it.

"I love it!" said Garard.

"I don't," grumbled Frankie.

"Well, then, little guy," said the girl, putting her fists on her hips and bending down to speak to Frank who was a couple heads shorter than her. "I'll tell ya what. Why don't you try and get out of it and if you do, then your Daddy won't have to buy it for you."

Frank looked to Gerard. "R-really?" Gerard smiled and nodded.

"Sounds good to me!"

"Alright, I'm game," said Frank, loosening up his arms. "No way some stupid baby cage is going to keep me."

However, when he was lowered down into the crib, he almost immediately regretted his decision. First, it was taller than others, so he couldn't even reach completely over the rails. Second, the wood was thick, and he found it hard to even reach through, much less release the latch to open it. Finally, they gave him a handicap and threw in some plushies for him to try and climb up on. Even when he did manage to reach over the rail, he found that the latch was self-locking. Only an approved caretaker could open it, and that wasn't him. Frank briefly contemplated jumping out, but he lost his grip on the slippery surface and landed on his padded butt, yelping and letting out more pee into his diaper, much to his dismay. But he wouldn't let Gerard know that if he could help it.

"And it comes unlatched for you as easy as that," said the girl, swinging open the crib to reveal a defeated Frankie.

"I'll take it!" said Gerard, and the girl smiled back.

Next up was a changing table, and Frankie found his butt parked on a changing table with a similar design to the crib. It turned out they were both part of an extensive bedroom set, and Gerard was going to get the whole package. Frankie groaned, but then he yelped once more as was pushed onto his back and strapped down to the table. He suddenly felt the snapes to his crotch unpop. Gerard was reaching down and unsnapping his shortalls!

*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*

"W-what are you doing, Daddy?!" cried Frankie.

"I'm checking you, of course."

"No, don't!" said Frankie, but he was unable to do anything about it.

"Feel free to try and stop me," said Gerard. Frank continued to struggle to no avail. "No? That's what I thought."

"There's no way the little tyke's getting out of that," said the girl, giggling. "Big rambunctous tykes are what this set is made for."

"I guess babies come in all sizes," said Gerard, smirking.

"Around here they do. Believe me," said the girl.

"What exactly do you mean?" asked Gerard. "I'll tell you later, when the little ankle-biter isn't listening. Maybe when we look at the playpens or something."

Gerard nodded and went about doing his check. Frank gasped at the feel of two fingers invasively poking into the leghole of his diaper.

"Hmm... a little wet..." said Gerard. Frank blushed fiercely.

"Hey! It's not my fault! You're the one who wouldn't let me go potty!"

Gerard just smirked and began snapping the shortalls back up. Frank was stunned.

"H-hey! Wait. You're not going to leave me in these, are you?"

"It can hold a lot more than that, kiddo. I'll change you when I decide it's time and no sooner." Frank couldn't believe he'd be left in a wet diaper.

"Uh oh," said Gerard. "I think it's time we found that playpen. Little man here needs a time out."

"Sure, we've got it right this way." said the attendant. And that was how Frank found himself stewing in an actual playpen while the 'grown-ups' talked amongst themselves.

"So what exacly is your relationship with the little tyke?" asked Lisa as they walked off. Gerard told her the truth and was surprised to learn that they had an incredible array of products to help him and Leandra achieve their goals with their little diapercuck.

Gerard was very excited. As odd as this arrangement sounded when Leandra proposed it, he was coming to enjoy it more and more as he fell into the role of Daddy. He didn't know Frank well, and the man was certainly not agreeable, but Leandra loved him and that was good enough for Gerard. Gerard would not give up on Frank, and as he found the means to do so, the path forward seemed clearer than ever. All this was running through his mind as Lisa, the store attendant, opened his eyes to just how common his situation was.

"And all these products will help you take care of your fussy little guy. As you can see, you're not the only customer who finds that they have a bigger baby on their hands."

"Indeed not," Said Gerard, impressed. He finalized his purchase and scheduled delivery for the furniture before returning to take Frank to the check-out counter. Frank was full of questions but Gerard wasn't interested in answering them. He simply reminded Frank of the phone reward and threatened to use a pacifier on him. That settled Frank down somewhat. Or if not settled, at least he was quiet. Franks eyes bugged when he saw the dollar amount on the register.

"What did you buy?" he asked. "A new car?"

Gerard just smiled and patted his head. "You'll see, little guy. And you're welcome."

Frank's face burned red as he thought about all the fuss and money Gerard was putting into him.

"Oh! That reminds me!" said Gerard. "We need to find you a carseat!" Frank groaned as he was once again taken into the store to test out the equipment in person. When they were finally finished with the humiliating shopping spree, they returned all the goodies into the back of Frank's old convertible. Frank was more than ready to leave, but he was disappointed to find out that they were going to go right back into the shopping center.

"We have to go in," said Gerard. "After all, that's where the phone fix-it people are."

"Can't I just stay out here?" whined Frank.

"Not a chance. I would never leave a baby in a hot car!"

"But I'm not... Ugh, nevermind," Frank said. He let Gerard lead him back to the mall.