Daily Free-Write March 20, 2021

Daily Free-Write March 20, 2021: Breakfast Special

"Gosh, I'm famished," said Perry. "I could really use some breakfast."

He had been riding his motorcycle down the coast, staying in hostels and taking odd jobs on his way to California. He was going to follow his dream of finding success in California. He wanted to be like one of the celebrities in California Cribs. He had lodged just north of L.A. the night before and got up for an early start to get to his final destination - the city of angels, but his stomach was complaining. He'd have to stop for breakfast.

He saw a sign that said IHOP, and images of mediocre but cheap breakfast food sprang to mind. So he parked, checked his nearly empty wallet, and looked up to the sign.

"Well, I can get something off the five-dollar menu, at least."

Luckily the parking lot seemed pretty empty, except from a car that was getting towed. Too bad for whoever the owner was.

He walked into the establishment.

"Hi there! I'm Linda! How can I help you?" said the friendly woman at the front counter.

"Hi, there. Table for one and skip the menu. I just want the $5 breakfast special, and fast."

"Oh... you want the special? Are you sure?"

"Yes, very."

"Well, okay then. I've got just the table for you."

She led him to a past the entrance area with the glass barriers that kept waiting customers from seeing further inside, and right to a large changing table.

"Wait, this isn't right... is this even an IHOP?"

"Of course it is. Get right up on the table and we'll serve you.

He looked around. There was no one to see him, but it was still somewhat embarrassing. His stomach growled.

"Uh oh, looks like someone's hungry... We can make this quick and get some food in your tummy right away, how does that sound?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," he said.

"Then up you go, hungry boy." She patted the padded table and he reluctantly got onto it. As soon as he did, several mechanical arms held him down. and stripped him of his clothes.

"What is this?!"

"We're giving you the $5 special, silly. You requested it, didn't you?"

His eyes got wide as a virtual menu of diapers popped up.

"Oh that's right, you said skip the menu. Why don't I just choose for you, then."

She tapped an option on her tablet with the touch pen and the hands brought out a thick and colorful diaper covered with stars and cartoon animals flying through space. His legs were spread wide and lifted in preparation as the hands fluffed up the diaper and slathered him with barrier cream.

"W-what's going on?! I just wanted pancakes!" He cried, alarmed.

"We'll cut some up for you after your change, silly billy."

"What kind of International House of Pancakes is this?!" he asked, his voice breaking as his but was lifted up and powdered.

"No no, this is the International House of Pampers!" she said, gigling at his mistake.

"But I don't wear diapers!" he yelped, as his butt was plopped back down and the diaper was pulled tight.

"You do now," she said, with a friendly smile. "And you'll learn to love them as much as all our other happy customers."

"What customers?" he asked. "The parking lot was empty, except for that car getting towed..."

"Oh, yes. Our customers don't need vehicles. Not the babies at least. Funny thing is, that's all that ever seems to come. Ever since we opened, they just come right in and ask for a table. They always say something about pancakes or breakfast food too. Must've missed that lesson in baby babble 101."

International house of pampers? Was this some kind of joke?

"This isn't funny! Get this stupid diaper off of me! I thought I was going to get a breakfast. Let me go!"

"Uh oh, somebody's a cranky pants today," she said. "We know how to deal with your type!"

He was too busy struggling against the hands and bemoaning the loss of all his clothes to listen. "...such a dumb prank. What am I gonna do about my clothes? I can't go out like this! Certainly not on a motorcycle."

A sharp smack on his bum brought him out of it. "Oww! Hey! That- owww!"

The hands were merciless. Each smack sent a jolt of pain though his butt, followed by a searing afterburn as his nerves reacted to the impact. And no matter how hard he struggled, the smacks just kept raining down, radiating fire through his whole posterior region. Pretty soon his buns were bright read and he was bawling like a baby.

Linda just shook her head and sighed. "Why do they always have to do it the hard way?"

By the time the machine was finished, he could barely speak through all his sniffles and sobs.

"Shhh, come on, little one. Let's get you your nummy pancakes."

She led him over to the dining area, wehre a number of other customers were strapped into their highchairs, attempting to protest while they were fed by the workers. None of their complaints were answered with anything but cooes and more food.

He shook his head and turned to run, but one smack to his rear from linda had him screaming.

"Don't even think about it, mister!"

She grabbed him by the ear and led him right to an open high chair where she sat him down, causing him to wince from the pain in his butt. Next the tray was put in place and a plate of pancakes appeared, which she proceeded to cut up herself.

"Open up, little cutie! Your num nums are on their way!"

"Wait! I'm not a ba- mrrff!"

He had to chew and swallow to finish his sentence, but every time he did, another piece of pancake filled its place.

"Uh oh, looks like you can't swallow any more without a little bit of milky to wash that down. Here ya go baby!"

She held up a bottle and as much as it pained him, he needed the milk to swallow and tell her what a mistake this all was. But as soon as he started drinking, he couldn't seem to stop. Something must have been in the milk because he could feel his thoughts getting cloudy. It was like he was on autopilot.

"There ya go, kiddo. You see? You're loving it already. And look, your diaper is already getting wet! You're going to be fit right in here at IHOP. And don't worry, we'll take that little bike of yours and use it to pay for something more appropriate - new clothes, maybe a tricycle. And you're such a cutie we won't have any trouble findiong you a nice family to take care of you...

He cried as she laid out his future life for him. He was going to get a California Crib alrigfht, but not the kind he was hoping for.

"And don't worry, your life will be very very *special* sweetie, she said, with a smile.