Daily Free-Write June 15, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 14

Continuation of June 14, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 13”

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After a night in VR, Frank had the images of his cuckening burned into his mind. He had every word, every gesture memorized, and if he closed his eyes he could almost see them in his mind. Now, the picture of the subby cucks that had been obscured by his shattered phone was complete, and it was him filling in that empty spot.

This is what he thought as he sat in his booster seat for a big breakfast of oatmeal. And if being clad in nothing but a Blarney-print diaper wasn't embarrassing enough, it was Gerard's turn to feed the little cuck. The man took every opportunity to make it as embarrassing and over the top as possible, right down to the little airplane noises he made as Frank was forced to 'open wide for the airplane'.

"Come on little guy! Open up! The faster you finish your num nums the faster you can have your baba and get a change!"

Frank kept his arms crossed over his bib the entire time. He hated oatmeal, but he wasn't given a choice. He was simply forced to watch as Leandra, dressed in a simple yet elegant silk robe, ate a delicious breakfast of eggs, croissants, fruit, and coffee, washed down with a delicious looking mimosa. Her hair hung back over her left shoulder and she looked practically like an angel in the morning light. And now, she was just as untouchable.

Leandra smacked her lips and complimented Gerard on his amazing cooking, while he cooed back at her, making little innuendos about how much he liked his breakfast in bed that morning. But what could Frank do? He knew he wouldn't make it far if he was left on the street to fend for himself. He certainly hadn't left California with any relationships intact, thanks to his tendency to burn bridges left and right. No, if he wanted a roof over his head, he was stuck as a baby cuck. That's all there was to it.

"Could you guys get a room or something," he finally muttered, as Gerard took the empty bowl to the sink."

"We have one," said Leandra. "And pretty soon, you'll have yours as well!"

"What do you mean by that?" asked Frank suspiciously, but the conversation was cut short when Gerard stuck the bottle nipple in his mouth.

"That's it, drink up baby boy. Get all the practice in before you have to suck Daddy's baba again." Frank's eyes went wide and his face went red as he thought about the night before, when he was forced to clean Gerard's cum-soaked dick.

"Oh my, looks like the little baby liked that one," said Leandra, pointing out the tent in Frank's diaper, her musical laugh filling the air. Frank quickly brought his hands down to cover the front of his diaper but Gerard and Leandra just laughed more.

"We all saw it, little man," said Gerard, holding the bottle up to make sure Frank kept drinking. "No use hiding it now. It's okay if you're excited to have another taste of Daddy's sausage. I know it's what little diaper cuckies like."

Frank's face burned, but he couldn't say a thing about it. All he could do was squirm as the liquid filled his stomach bringing the urgency in his already full bladder to a head. Soon he was flooding his diaper, though he couldn't feel it with his cage blocking all sensation to his penis. The only reason he knew was the relief from his bladder and the warmth on his thighs as the diaper swelled up bigger and bigger. He didn't even want to look down to see how obvious it was, but Gerard was quick to reach down and squish the front of his diaper and exclaim what a soggy boy he had become.

"Wow, little man. You really had to go, didn't you? I guess you can't feel that at all,' he said, squeezing the diaper. "Well, no matter. Little boys like you don't know when you're wet anyway. That's why Mommy and Daddy have to check."

Mercifully, Frank finished the bottle soon after, and was burped and allowed to settle for a bit as Gerard ate his meal.

"I'll go ahead and change him, honey," said Leandra. "Then you two can go out for your big shopping trip!"

"Shopping trip?" asked Frank, feeling a knot in his stomach forming already as Leandra unstrapped him from the booster seat and helped him to his feet. But neither adult in the room found it necessary to fill him in on any more details than that.

In the bedroom, Leandra warned him not to use any big boy words or ask to be big again or else. "I have no problem keeping you gagged at all times, but I'm sure you'd be much more comfortable without it, so be a good baby and just cooperate."

"Yes, momma," he said, glumly, as he laid down to have the diaper taken off of him. He endured the humiliation of relying on his wife to take off his diapers and wipe him down, but when she came back with another diaper he balked.

"Aren't I gonna get a shower first?" he asked.

"Since when do you care about getting a shower, little man?" asked Leandra. "You barely used the shower unless it was to jerk off."

"Yeah, but I also wasn't covered in my own piss," he complained.

"You're sounding suspiciously like a big boy all of a sudden," she said, lifting his butt and depositing it on the diaper. She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips as he shook the powder out on his nethers. Frank was smart enough to clam up at that point and avoid the dreaded pacifier gag. He did, however, speak up as she went to pull up the front.

"Wait, can't I wear a pull-up at least, mommy? These are so loud and thick..."

"And since when do little babies care about that?" she asked. He had no argument for her that wouldn't make things worse for him. "Besides, you know there aren't that many bathrooms out there, and with such a small bladder you'd have to go to the potty every five minutes. Gerard would never get his shopping done." Leanra's tone made one thing clear: As much as he hated it, he was going in a diaper whether he liked it or not. "There we go," she said, after she brought the diaper up and taped it snugly in place.

But that wasn't the worst of it. What came next really had his stomach turning.

"I think this will be the perfect outfit for your day out," she said, holding up the garments that Frank would wear to the store.