Daily Free-Write June 14, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 12

Continuation of April 8, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 11”

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Somehow against all odds, Frank was able to get to sleep without rubbing his pamps. That's how they found him when they came back in to wake him up. At first, Leandra didn't believe he was really asleep.

"I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. Usually you could hear him snoring all the way up the hall, but that pacifier made his snoring disappear completely!"

Gerard pulled back the covers and put his hand on Frank's crotch to see if he was wet - he was not, but the check was enough to wake Frank up and he sat up with a nasty look on his face as well as some choice words which, for his sake, were luckily muffled to nonsense by the pacifier.

"Watch the attitude, kiddo," said Gerard, pushing Frank back down onto his back. "We need to check to make sure the little boy didn't cum in his didees without permission.

Frank crossed his arms and looked away, cheeks burning red and indignant as he allowed another man to untape his diaper for a chastity check.

"Nope," said Gerard, turning to Leandra and smirking. "All I see is a dinky little dinky."

"Now you see what I've had to work with this whole time," she said.

"Wow, really?" asked Gerard. "I can't believe this little dinky was ever allowed out of a cage. It shouldn't even be allowed to grow hair. But I guess we'll take care of that after dinner."

Frank's eyes went wide. Were they seriously going to do that now?

"Oh don't look so surprised," said Leandra. "This is what happens to little cucky bitches. You're watched enough of them to know."

He was taped back up into his diaper and led to the kitchen with Leandra and Gerard holding each of his hands. Waiting for him was a booster seat with a strap across the lap, a bowl of mush, and a big bottle of juice.

"Upsie daisy," said Gerard, lifting Frank up under the armpits and depositing him in the booster seat. He was quickly secured in place so there was no getting out of the chair on his own and a bib that said 'silly baby boy' was tied around his neck. "We're going to give you one choice tonight, and that's who gets to feed you. Will it be Daddy or Mommy?"

Frankie pointed at Leandra. He wasn't happy with either of them, but he couldn't stand the thought of the man he had caught with his wife feeding him. Besides, they would have to take off the paci gag to feed him, and maybe he could use the opportunity to speak with Leandra and get her to see reason.

"Okay, little man," said Gerard. "Mommy it is."

Leandra moved behind Frank to loosen the strap around his head as Frank had predicted, while Gerard took his seat in front of a plate of delicious looking lemon-herbed chicken breast and a full glass of freshly corked wine. "Bon appetit!," he said, with a grin.

Soon, Leandra was spoon feeding Frank his mush, which was the same food without the seasoning, and with a much more generous helping of veggies. He tried to speak but he couldn't get a word in edgewise as his mouth was crammed with the bland mush.

"Thank goodness we're finally gonna get that diet of yours under control, little man," said Leandra, filling the silence left by Frank's inability to eat. "Goodness knows I never got you to eat a helping of vegetables when you were my husband!"

"Hey- GLUMPH" His protest was cut off by another heaping spoonful of whatever they called that goop they were feeding him, and before he could even let that settle, the large bottle of juice was in his mouth.

"You're going to drink every drop of this before I let you out," warned leandra, as he began to struggle. Not only was he feeling very full, he felt an intense need to pee, and there was nowhere for him to go but in his diaper. His face grew dark red as he fussed and tried to cross his legs around the thick padding, but it was no use. Soon, a spurt of pee forced its way out and into his diaper, followed by a flood of hot piss that had Frank's crotch surprisingly warm and stimulated. The combined feelings of relief, warmth, and squishy padding were almost enough to make Frank cream his pants right there.

"Uh oh," said Gerard. "He looks like he's enjoying it!"

"Good boys love to use their diapers," said Leandra. "It feels so good when they do. But we don't want it to feel too good, do we Frankie?" she asked, pinching his thigh and bringing him down from the ecstatic sensation he was experiencing. Of course it was a rhetorical question because he was still drinking the bottle of juice.

When Gerard finished his meal, he took hold of the bottle so Leandra could enjoy her plate. They were all soon done with their meal and the next step was something that Frankie had been dreading since they mentioned it.

"Bath time!" sang Leandra. "Luckily I won't need my body razors since Gerard likes his ladies European style."

"Absolument!" exclaimed Gerard.

Frankie gulped. Somehow, he couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, he brought this on himself.

-Written by ChampTehOtter