Daily Free-Write April 9, 2021: The Diaper Dealer

He showed up in a black Ford explorer. My angel in phat pants carrying heaven in a suitcase.

“Take a look at these, my man. I have whatever you need. Peet-at-yous, Gigamax, Ponycorns, Extraterresrials.”

“Oh my god, man. Thank you. You saved my ass. You have no idea. I just need enough to get to my emergency stash in L.A., then I can make it to where I keep the rest of my stash…”

“I think that’s called your house,” he said, with a half-smile, as if amused.

I barely even noticed him, though, as I ran my hands over the goods…

“May I?”

“Be my guest,” he said.

I didn’t hesitate, I dove right in, bringing that sweet sweet heaven to my nose and and taking a big sniff. The sweet scent told me everything I needed to know.

“Oh yeah, that’s the real deal,” I said, so excited my cock was getting hard in my pants.

That fluffy white. That smooth finish. The buzz that comes after. I’m not talking about drugs. I’m talking diapers. I was out, and the diaper dealer answered my call.

“I’ve had to make do with pull-ups all week.”

“Well that just won’t do,” he said. “Go on. Pick a few.”

I was drooling as I tried my best to choose form all the amazing choices. Did I want a Peek-at-you and an extraterrestrial? Didn’t want to be too greedy. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ll take both.

“Here, have one more, on the house,” he said, tossing me a pink ponycorn. “I’m trying to get rid of these anyway.”

“Oh, damn. Okay. How much do I owe you?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, no no. It doesn’t work like that. Your money’s no good here,” he said, patting my crotch.

“No, go get that little ass into a diaper and send me a pic right away. You just enjoy, and call me when you need a re-up. Then we can talk payment.”

“O-ok… but you’re all the way up in-“

“I can come,” he said. “Don’t worry about it, buddy.”

He gave me a big hug, and then one last hungry look. I briefly wondered what he was packing underneath those phat pants.

“Hey, don’t forget this,” he said, tossing me a travel-sized bottle of baby powder.

I thanked him hurriedly, then turned tail, eager to get one of them on me. I walked down the block, my arms full of thick diapers. I didn’t care if the neighbors saw. I didn’t know them. I was staying with family friends, and they were out until 9. I had plenty of time to be careless. The first thing I did when I got inside was take all my pull-ups and diapers out of my luggage and lay them on the bed. I stared at them, rubbing myself through my jeans. It was so hot just to count how many I had. Now, I had enough to last me til I could drive down south. Just what I needed.

I took off my pull-up, surprised by the yellow stains in the crotch, and began to turn it into a stuffer.

“When the heck did I do that in my pull-up…?” I wondered aloud. It didn’t really matter. I had them. I began to portion them out by day, finally selecting the first one I would wear – right then and there. The buzz was already setting in. The anticipation of the thick padding being on my butt.

I quickly opened up the last diaper left - an extraterrestrial, extra thick. I puffed powder into the wide padding and plopped my ass down. Laid back and fastened the tape. Smiled at the wonderful sensation of the thick diaper.

No diaper had ever felt this good before. I couldn’t understand why, but I didn’t question it. Instead, I lay on the bed, rubbing it and zoning out. It felt warm… what was that? Why was it getting squishy? What was squishy?

Before I knew it, I had soaked the diaper and was already soaking through my second one. What was going on? These should have lasted 8 hours, easy. How much time had passed?”

I fell asleep like that, and woke up to my mom shaking me awake.

“Hey sleepyhead, you fell asleep last night and slept until noon! You musta been one tired boy!”

I sat up in a panic, thinking I had totally exposed myself, but to my relief, my bags were packed and I was under the covers.

“Oh, don’t worry,” said my dad. “Your mother and I saw you asleep so we tucked you in and packed your stuff away.”

“O-oh… god… y-you didn’t see…”

“I didn’t know my little man was still a bedwetter. Go on and change. We gotta get on the road soon!” He ripped the covers off, revealing me in all my soggy glory.

“Oh geezzz, Daaaad!” I said, covering myself as best I could while running to the bathroom.

Sure enough, they had laid the changing supplies out for me. Wipes. Powder. And a fresh thick diaper.

“Pink ponycorns? Are they trying to tell me something?”

But it didn’t matter. I needed a change, and I had more diapers. And that was all that mattered. The unscheduled stop at the rest stop where Dad had to change his ‘sleepy boy’s’ sopping wet diaper in the family restroom? No biggie. The stop a could hour later to repeat the process at a gas station with my mom while I dozed in the back seat? Didn’t even notice it. I was just zoning out and enjoying the good feelings. All that mattered was that I was getting the diapers I craved.

By the time we had made it to L.A. I had gone through five diapers in one day. This was getting ridiculous. And my diaper stash wasn’t looking as helpful as I thought it was.

“Is this all? It’ll last me like… a week at the rate I’m going!”

I grabbed them all and piled as many as I could in my car before stopping to take a breather.

“Hey son, are ya still dry?” asked my dad, poking his finger in my shorts and up the leg hole of my diaper.

“Hey! Daaaad!”

“Hush, buddy. Those diapers are staying here. You aren’t going to be ruining our furniture because you ran out.”

“But-”

“No buts, mister, march!” he pointed me toward the living room, where he proceeded to change me in full view of the rest of the family watching TV.

“Oh, Tyler. He’s such a soaker. He should really be wearing cloth, don’t you think?” asked my ‘big sis’.

I rolled my eyes, attempting to play it off and pretend like I wasn’t embarrassed out of my gourd. But it was okay. At least I had the pamps. I craved and needed pamps. Every time I turned around, I was reaching for another one. I hated to let them go, but I knew I would run out if I didn’t.

I drove down that day, stopping only to buy gas. I had to do it on one diaper, and unfortunately I ended up at a rest stop on the side of the highway in one of my leftover pull-ups, running to the bathroom every five minutes. Desperate, I called the diaper dealer again.

“Hey man. I need a diaper. Bad. I’m out man. I can’t go anywhere unless I have my diaper.”

Nothing compared to the comfort and security of a diaper. And that was exactly what I craved. I didn’t like being without a diaper. It made me nervous. And the truckers are eyeing me funny. I thought I saw them playing with themselves and whispering to each other as they watched me run back and forth. But once again, he showed up. My angel. Bringing me a fresh pack of diapers.

He gave me a long look and licked his lips. “Better make that two, cutie.”

I ran to the bathroom with a whole pack. I didn’t even care. I just lay there on one of the family bathroom changing tables. My knees up and my butt on a fresh diaper, powdered. Then the knob turned. Shit. I had forgotten to close the door.

In walked a hulking trucker. The moment he saw me naked and on my back on a diaper, he turned and locked the door.

“Mmm… just what I wanted. And all laid out for Daddy, too.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled out the fattest cock I had ever seen. Then he walked up to my whimpering form and laid it over my own. It reached up to my belly button.

“That’s how much is going to be up inside you, boy.”

“But I get to keep the diaper, right?”

The man just laughed and shoved his dick in me. I began to whine and he stuck my thumb in my mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded. He said it would make me feel better and he was right. I felt much better as he filled my hole with cream and pissed in it for good measure.

“Hold that in, boy. I don’t want you losing any of that until you get your diaper on.”

I nodded and strained, not used to holding anything in. He taped me up and just in time as I filled my diaper with his piss and cum. He nodded approvingly. His fluids would warm my butt and crotch the whole way home. As long as I got to keep my diapers, that was fine with me.

When I got back to my car, the dealer was waiting.

“What about the payment,” I asked, nervously. He looked down at my pants, obviously staring at my sagging pants. Then he met my eyes again and smiled. “Oh, you’ve already paid. Call me again when you’re ready for more.”

I didn’t know if he meant more diapers or more of something else. Everything was getting so fuzzy. All I knew was I needed to get home so I could get even MORE diapers than this measly two packs.

Finally, I made it home. Home to my stash, and an autoship subscription of 80 diapers a month. There was no way I’d need to call the diaper dealer again. But that was my folly. Soon I was going through a pack a day. Then, even more. Pretty soon, I was down to my last diaper with two weeks until the next delivery. I called the diaper dealer again.

“Just one last time… I need your help… Come on, man. Don’t leave me hangin’.”

I needn’t have worried. He showed up not an hour later. How he traveled so fast in LA, I had no idea. I just got excited to see him. My cock sprang to life in its soggy prison, and I waddled over to hug him, then take a look inside the suitcase. Then we heard a beep.

“Hey, what are you two doing over there?”

A police cruiser slowed to a halt. I realized in a moment of clarity how shady this all looked from the outside. To guys doing a deal out someone’s car? A suitcase full of goods?

“Nothing to see here, officer,” said the dealer, turning the suitcase around so they could see. It was just a suitcase full of diapers, that’s all.

They didn’t seem convinced.

“Well, Ty, guess you’re going to have to prove it to them.”

“Wha?”

“Strip, boy.”

I began strip, with determination, my thumb sticking out of my mouth at the effort it took to focus.

“There you go. Good boy.” I began to feel warm and fuzzy at that. Or maybe it was my sagging diaper. That’s all I was in now. The two cops looked at each other for a second.

“N-never mind,” said the one who had been leaning out the window. The cruiser sped off like they couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

“Such a good boy. You can have the entire suitcase full.  You’ve earned it”

Overjoyed, I scooped up armfuls of diapers, and waddled back toward my house, leaving my clothes, my phone, my wallet, right there on the street. The neighbors were watching. I saw some whispering. Others shaking their head in disgust. I didn’t care. I had my diapers.

“Just a suitcase?” I called, over my shoulder.

He followed behind, picking up all the diapers I dropped and pocketing my wallet and phone.

“I can get you more…for the right price.”

It hit me. Everything I had done to get my hands on the diaper. What wouldn’t I do? I thought for a second and stopped on my front doorstep, looking back at the man following my rear, rubbing the crotch of his phat pants.

We both knew I would do anything to get that diaper fix. I knew I should just say no to diapers, but it felt so good… and I couldn’t stop now…