Daily Free-WriteJuly 12, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 16

Continuation of June 17, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 15”

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Frankie sat in the back seat, arms crossed as they drove down the sunny nevada street to wherever Frank decided. To cap things off, they were doing it in his car.

"We need to get you a carseat buddy," said Gerard, trying to make conversation.

"No way," said Frank, making a face. "Those are for babies." Gerard grinned. It was cute that Frank thought he had a choice. He wouldn't even bother fighting him on it, he was just gonna do it.

"This convertible drives like a dream," said Gerard, changing the subject.

"I can drive it back," offered Frankie, but Gerard wasn't biting. He just laughed.

"Haha. No, little man. You're too little to drive a grown-up car. Maybe we can find you one of those scoot-along plastic cars for the yard. But you'll have to earn it," he added. Frank didn't think this was a great reward to look forward to.

"What do I have to do to earn back my internet?" he asked. "Or my phone?"

"Oh, so we're bargaining now, are we?" asked Gerard. "You know what you have to do. You have to be my obedient little boy today and maybe I'll think about giving you back one of those privileges early..."

"Gerard. For the hundredth time, I'm not a b-"

"And you can start by calling me Daddy all day." said Gerard, interrupting Frank mid-sentence. Frank scoffed, but Gerard said nothing more. Reluctantly and begrudgingly, Frank forced himself to say the words he hated most. It would be worth it to get his things back. "Yes, Daddy."

"That's my good little champion," said Gerard, hitting the gas and zooming on toward their destination. "Now lets see what this baby can really do!"

They arrived minutes later in a large parking lot. Frank could make out the sign from the highway - it said 'Super Baby Mega Center' and the description was apt. It looked like a whole mall in and of itself, and as they got closer and he got a better look, he realized that it was a mall. The super baby mega center was just a massive anchor store that he'd never seen in California.

"Are we going in there?" he asked, half awed and half afraid.

"Yes, little one," said Gerard with a smile. "Where else would we take a little boy like you?" Frank didn't like that answer one bit. He sat back in his seat with a loud crinkle, crossing his arms and feeling the unfamiliar bulk of the thick diaper between his legs. He could definitely tell he was wearing a diaper when he looked down at his crotch and he didn't like it one bit. Sure, he had a small bladder but he wasn't that bad. Then, he began to squirm.

"Um, Ger, I m-mean, um... Daddy?" he said uncertainly as Gerard grasped his sides to help him down out of the vehicle.

"Yes, little one?"

"Can we stop by the restroom first?"

"No, Frankie," he said, grabbing Frank's hand and leading him toward the looming building. "We can't stop every five minutes to give you a potty break. If you want out of diapers, you're just going to have to learn to hold it."

"But Dadddddd!" Frank Whined, drawing a few curious looks and chuckles from those nearby.

"No. I said no, and that's final. We can take you to the bathroom after the shopping trip."

Once again, Frank could feel himself getting angry, and he opened his mouth to speak but Gerard just wagged a finger and said, "Ah, ah, ah. Phoooone." That was the only reminder Frank needed to get him to shut up.

"What are we going to get here?" asked Frank, curling his upper lip as Gerard grabbed a large cart.

"You should know. We've already talked about it, kiddo. Babies do have such bad memories though, I really should expect that. I guess it'll just have to be a surprise."

"H-hey!" yelped Frank as Gerard lifted him up into the rear-facing child seat of the shopping cart. He looked around and covered his mouth, realizing that more people were looking his way. He was completely mortified. "L-let me down from here," he said,  leaning in and speaking in a harsh whisper in the hopes that no one around would hear him but Gerard.

"Fussy little one," said Gerard, shaking his head. "I think we'd better make sure you're extra secure." With that, he buckled Frank in at the crotch and waist. It was a child-proof lock which Frank found himself unable to undo, so he was left to just squirm uncomfortably at the pressure on his bladder as he was pushed through the store.

"We'll take this, and this, and some of this," said Gerard, as they went down the aisle with all the diaper creams and powders.

"I'm not gonna need all that," said Frank, desperately trying to twist around and see everything that was going in the cart.

"I think you will," said Gerard. "You're in diapers full-time now. Or did you forget the new rules?" Frankie did not. How could he with thick diapers serving as a constant reminder between his legs? At least he had the hope of getting a potty break after this stupid store trip. Then he saw where they were going next. The diaper aisle. He heard raced as he was pushed through two towering walls of diapers going from the more mature looking plain and muted colors popular in products for teenagers, to the more bright and colorful action-packed colors of superheroes and popular cartoons, and finally to the most babyish and cuddly designs of all.

"Look at you," said Gerard, as he picked up the first package of diapers. "You're shaking. Is somebody excited for his new life as a diapercuck?"

"N-no," said Frank, more quickly than he should have. They both knew the truth, however. As aggravating as it was, this was also the kind of fantasy he'd been beating off to for most of his adult life. He couldn't help but feel incredibly turned on whenever the word cuck was mentioned in relation to his present situation. Frank winced as his cock struggled to get hard in its caged confines.

"Aww, it's okay, sweetie," said Gerard aloud, patting Frank's head. "You'll get to wear big boy pants someday!" Then he leaned in close to Frank and said softly, "You'll learn not to get hard so easily sooner or later. Once your body realizes what a waste it is." Frank watched in dismay as Gerard grabbed package after package of thick diapers with babyish designs. There were space diapers, and dino diapers, diapers with popular cartoon characters, and worst of all, there were even pretty pink diapers with princesses and cupcakes, ponies and ribbons.

"I'm not wearing those," said Frank, crossing his arms defiantly. "Those are for girls!"

"You will wear whatever I say you will wear. And if I decide you're going to be Daddy's little princess, that is just what you'll be, my petite little princess." Frank scoffed, but Gerard wasn't giving in. "Say it. Say I'm Daddy's petite little princess."

"N-no way!" said Frank, turning bright red and looking around. There wasn't anyone too close but he could just imagine all the people that might hear him and it terrified him.

"Say it, or I'll take your pants away and put you in one right now."

"You wouldn't!" said Frank, nearly breathless with disbelief.

Gerard cocked an eyebrow and gripped the girliest package of diapers in the bunch with both hands. "Do you want to try me?" Him and Frank stared each other down. Then came the sound of plastic tearing and Frank could see the bag beginning to tear open under Gerard's grip.

"N-no! Wait!" cried Frank, holding out a hand. Gerard paused, his eyebrow still cocked. "I-I'll say it." He gulped and took a deep breath. "I'm... I'm..." he could hardly get the words out they were so humiliating, but he forced himself to do it to save what shred of dignity he had left. "I'm D-daddy's little p-princess," he said, finally spitting it out. Gerard smiled and nodded his approval.

"Yes you are," he said, patting Frank's head. "And don't you forget it." Frank was sure Gerard wouldn't let him forget it, especially when they made their way past the clothing section.

"I think you've got a good amount of clothing already," said Gerard, "but since we've established that you're Daddy's little princess at least some of the time, I think we'd better get you some appropriate clothing, no?"

Frank bit his tongue. The less he said, the better. The more he said, the worse it would be for him.

"No objections?" asked Gerard, a little taken aback. He quickly recovered, smiling. "The little one learns quick. In that case, I will only get her a few new items from the little girl's section. Though if it turns out the little one likes them, I'll be happy to return."

Frank hardly thought he'd like being dressed like a little girl, but he supposed he was going to have the chance to thoroughly test that assumption out. His penis sure seemed to like the idea, judging by how insistently it pressed up against his cage when he watched Gerard throw in the polka dot tights, the pink overalls, and the minky mouse onesie with an attached skirt short enough to be a tutu. He thought about what would happen when he got home. Maybe his wife would hate the girly. Maybe Leandra would just toss them out the moment she saw them. But more likely, she'd be all about it and push it further. He hoped he was wrong.

"Where are we going now?" asked Frank, wincing in pain from his straining cock and his straining bladder as Gerard wheeled him onto the next section.

"Almost done, my little pastry puff! Just one more stop."

Frank's heart fell when he saw the sign pass above his head. It said 'Furniture'. That was when he knew they would make good on their promise to convert the guest room into something more 'age appropriate'.

"Here we are," said Gerard, picking Frank up out of the cart. "Let's see what we can get for our little prince, or princess."

"Hey, let me down," said Frank as he was lowered down into a sturdy looking crib. "Hey! What are you doing, G- D-Daddy?"

"I'm letting you down," said Gerard, pushing Frank down onto his back. "Now, how does this one feel?"

"Not great," said Frank. "It's a friggin crib."

"Well, if you don't like it, you're free to try to get out," said Gerard, smiling. Frank tried to climb the bars but found that with his thick diapers and the height of the rails, that was too difficult. He was, however, able to get the latch open and triumphantly hopped down once the rails swung out of the way.

"Woohoo!" he said, raising his arms in the air. "Victory. Take that, Daddy."

"Is there something I can assist you with?" asked a voice from directly behind Frank, causing him to jump.