Daily Free-Write February 28, 2021

Continuation of February 27, 2021 "Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 7"

Frank looked at the pile of clothes in front of him. Baby tees with Puppet Avenue and Blarney splashed across the front. Brightly colored shorts, and pants with rainbow colored patches at the knee, and not a button-fly in sight. Everything was easy-on easy-off.

“All the better to check you,” said Gerard, answering Frank when he questioned the kinds of clothes he got.

“What do you mean, check me? My-“ he followed Gerard’s finger as it pointed to the pull-ups. “Oh..,” he said, quietly. But then, he thought, maybe he could just wear his old clothes. “You still have them, right?” he asked, hopeful.

“No way, bud. Those undies and pants were honestly pretty gross. And the shirt needed to be replaced. So I got you a whole new wardrobe! Think nothing of it,” he said, purposely misunderstanding Frank’s reservations entirely. “These are much more fun than your old clothes anyway.”

Frank didn’t think so, but he knew better than to complain, so he just gulped and nodded.

“Well?” said Gerard, after a few seconds.

“Well what?” asked Frank, getting a bit annoyed again.

“You’re going to take off my clothes, aren’t you? Now that you have your own?”

Frank’s mouth hung open at the request.

“Or do you need help?” asked Gerard, not giving Frank any time to process the situation.

“No! I can do it myself.” Said Frank, drawing back and grabbing his waist band. Gerard was a big guy – Tall and well-built like one of the men on Leandra’s romance novel covers, and every time Gerard got close, he stood over Frank, reminding him he wasn’t exactly the tallest guy in the world. Maybe that’s why he bought him clothes from the junior’s department. He just prayed that the dumb dinosaur outfit wouldn’t fit him, because then he’d feel really small. I mean they were seriously kid’s pajamas he was being told to wear. He looked up at Gerard and then back down at the brightly colored pajamas on the bed and sighed.

“Fine.” Said Frank, who only then realized he was white knuckling his waistband. “Can I have some privacy?”

Leandra and Gerard looked at each other and both spoke in unison.

“No.”

“Don’t think so, buddy.”

Frank made an exasperated noise, feeling close to having a tantrum. “Why not?”

“Well, you’ve already dropped your pants in front of me, and we’ve both seen you naked. I think we’re a little bit past that point now, aren’t we?” said Gerard. He stepped forward and put a hand on Frank’s shoulder. “It’s okay if you’re nervous, buddy I’m just here to help. Now let’s get you out of those clothes into something that’s a better fit.

Frank jerked his shoulder away from Gerard and took a step back.

“I don’t want to. I want clothes like these!” said Frank, pinching the too-large shirt on his chest and pulling it out for emphasis. He was tired of feeling small around this man who seemed to have nothing better to do than butt into his business.

“Frank,” began Leandra in a stern tone, but Gerard cut in.

“Those are my clothes, buddy. They don’t make them in your size. That’s why I had to go to the junior’s department. Those are your clothes,” he said, pointing to the childish clothes on the bed. “And you can wear those, or go around in pull ups, I don’t care either way. But one way or the other, I’m getting my clothes back, and you have til the count of 5 before I take them back myself.”

“No!” whined Frank. “It’s not fair!”

Gerard held up a hand. “5…”

“I don’t wanna!”

“4… Leandra, get me a pull-up please.”

Franks fake tears were having no effect, so he switched to aggression. “You are not getting me in pull-ups!” he said, crossing his arms.

“3…”

Frank watched in fear as Gerard began to roll up his sleeves and Leandra ripped open a purple and green bag and returned with a thick purple pull-up. She handed it to Gerard, who got into a wrestling stance.

“2…”

“Come one, guys! Knock it off! It’s not funny! Leandra? Come on! You can’t let him do this!”

“1…Okay kiddo… ready or not, here I-”

“OKAY!!!” yelled Frank, backing up and throwing his hand out like a stop sign. “Okay…”

Defeated, he hung his head and let the bigger man’s pants drop to the ground without even having to unbutton them. Then he took off Gerard’s shirt and looked back up to the two of them, with a pleading look.

“Undies too, little man,” said Gerard.

“But I’ve stayed dry all day,” complained Frank.

“Don’t give me that look, Frankie. It doesn’t work on your wife and it won’t work on me.” Gerard reached forward with his hand again and Frankie saved himself the indignity letting those drop too. Left with only his hands to hide his privates, he was red from head to toe as he stood naked before his wife and the man that had taken over their lives.

“Let’s check the damage, said Gerard, taking hold of the clothes. “Step out,” he said, and Frankie obeyed. He had to stand there awkwardly while Gerard inspected his clothing.

“Hm… yep. Just like I thought. These undies are as in as bad a shape as the ones you handed me this morning! I’m not even going to bother washing these. Look at the peepee stains and skid marks!”

He was now showing Leandra the undies turned inside out, and they were tut tutting over the droplets off pee that had made their way into Gerard’s pants while Frank was wearing them.

Frank was tired of being naked in front of them so he grabbed the dino jammies and proceeded to unzip them using the zipper hidden along the back seam of the spike ridge.

“Hold your horses, buddy,” said Gerard, putting a hand over the pajamas and bringing them down. “We still need to get you into your pull-ups.”

“Aww, come on!” said Frank.

“Gee, Leandra, maybe you’re right. He doesn’t seem to be ready to behave and follow directions. Guess he won’t be getting any online time today. It’s really too bad. I set up a guest account for him and everything...”

“Wait,” said Frankie. “I-I wanna go online! …I helped with the groceries, didn’t I?”

“And yet you’re breaking the rules again and again today.” Gerard put his hands on his knees and bend down to be on Frank’s level. “What happened, buddy? You were doing so good.”

For some reason, Frank felt slightly ashamed at this. He was not used to this feeling, and didn’t like it.

“Well, I… Uh… I mean…” Frank looked down unable to meet Gerard’s eyes. “I’m not trying to complain. I’m just sayin’. I don’t n-need pull-ups is all. Cause I made it to the bathroom every time.” The childish boast left a bad taste in his mouth the moment it left his lips.

“And it was a lot of times,” Leandra Chimed in. “About once every five minutes or so I’d say.”

Gerard looked to Leandra and back to Frank.

“It sounds to me like maybe it’s better if you just try these on for now. I just don’t trust you after the mess you’ve been leaving in your undies and pants, and what Leandra said. What if you don’t make it to the bathroom one of these times, buddy? Huh? What then?”

“That’s not gonna happen,” said Frank, balling up his fists and glaring at the ground in annoyance.

“Frankie? Frankie. Look at me.” Gerard flicked a finger toward himself and drew Frank’s gaze. “Eyes up here when I’m talking to you, buddy. My house my way, remember? That’s better. Now Leandra said we should have you wear these during the daytime from now on, but if you’re sure you really don’t’ need them… are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” said Frankie, practically yelling. He didn’t know how many times he’d have to repeat himself for this giant to get it through is thick skull.

“Alright Okay. Then against my better judgment, I’m going to make you a deal. You wear these and prove you can use the potty like a big boy without leaving a mess,” he paused for dramatic effect, holding up a finger to silence any objections from Frank. “You do those two things for the next few days, and you can have big boy undies again.”

“What, are you saying my pull-ups aren’t for adults?” snapped Frank, bristling at the term ‘big boy undies’.

Gerard held up the obviously-for-tots pull-ups with the smiling purple dinosaur on the front and looked back to Frank with a questioning gaze. “Well, they make ‘em in your size, so they’re definitely your pull-ups…”

Angry, Frank snatched at them but Gerard easily pulled them up out of his reach. Frank was now in the impossible position of having to either jump and beg for his childish pull-ups as Gerard played keep-away or agree to the man’s proposal and admit that they weren’t letting him wear grown-up pants. “Think of the internet. Think of the internet. Think of the internet,” he told himself. He huffed.

“Fine,” he said. “It’s a deal. Now can you give them to me?”

“Yes, you can have your pull-ups, little man, BUT,” Frank said, cocking an eyebrow. “If you should fail… I will take that as proof you’re not qualified to judge when you’re ready to use the potty. That means either Leandra or I will decide when that is, and you’ll have to wear your diapers during the day as well – just like you did yesterday.”

Frank scoffed. “That unreasonable,” he whined.

“What’s a matter, Frankie? I thought you said you were sure.”

“I am sure!” he said, almost yelling.

“Well then it should be a piece of cake for you to keep these dry and keep from making a mess.”

“I can do that!” said Frank. “That’s easy.”

Leandra laughed at that.

“What’s so funny?” said Frank, twisting up his face at her.

“Excuse me,” said Gerard, drawing Frank’s attention back to himself. “We’re not through yet.”

“Huh?”

Gerard got down on one knee and held the pull-ups open for him. “Step on in Frankie.”

Frank Hesitated, not wanting to have the man hold his underwear for him when he put them on.

“I’m waiting, mister. Unless you want to just give up and admit you’re just not ready for pull-ups.”

“I am ready for pull-ups!” declared Frank, stepping into the undies before he realized what he’d said. “I mean- underwear. I’m ready for underwear.” His cheeks burned. He just couldn’t stop embarrassing himself today.

“That’s the spirit!” said Gerard, bringing the garment up over the blushing man’s legs. “Just do your best buddy. That’s all we ask. And, uh… you’re gonna have to move your hands there… don’t worry, I’ve seen it all before.”

Gerard moved his hands, not wanting to prolong this embarrassing situation any longer than he had to. “They probably won’t even fit,” he thought to himself as the man’s hands pulled the absorbent undies up snug and secure.

“There we are,” said Gerard, looking to Leandra and wiping his forehead. “That was a lot harder than it had to be.”

Frank looked down at himself and Blarney smiled back. He couldn’t believe the pull-ups actually fit. He was not a happy camper. “Now can I wear my clothes?” asked Frank.

“Oh yeah, sure. Here we go. You’re gonna need my help getting that zipper up so just step into these too.”

Frank rolled his eyes but stepped into the dumb pajamas anyway. Might as well. It beat staring at Blarney all day whenever he looked down at his lap. In spite of Frank’s most ardent wishes, the pajamas fit him just fine too. Gerard pulled the zipper up and Frankie realized he was correct – it would be very hard for him to pull it open or closed himself. Who designed these things anyway?

“Are we good now?” asked Frank once the outfit was on.

“Yes we’re good,” said Gerard, Ruffling the fierce-looking hood of his dino jammies. “Gosh these look cute on him, don’t you think Leandra?”

“Oh definitely,” she said, putting her hand over her mouth to hide her smile.

“So how about that internet?” Asked Frankie, looking slightly ticked off but holding his tongue for the promise of returning to his beloved internet and maybe cranking one out.

“Oh, right,” said Gerard. “Come with me.”

Gerard brought Frank over to his office and opened the door.

“You can use my computer until I can get you a new phone. I set up a guest account, one for Leandra and one for you.” Gerard pulled out the computer chair for his adorably dressed guest.

“Thanks,” said Frank, feeling silly in his new outfit as he held up his tail to take a seat.

“The password is ‘Cocudecouche’. Here, I’ve written it down for you.”

“What is this, French?” asked Frank, trying to make out the words.

“Yeah, it’s my native language. Makes for a good password too. Are you having trouble with it? Allow me,” said Gerard, reaching over Frank to type in the password. ”There you go,  buddy. And look, it’s already loaded up a fun website for you. Have fun. You have 30 minutes and that’s it for the day.”

“Only 30?” whined Frank.

“Or you could get none,” said Gerard.

“No, 30’s fine,” said Frank. More than enough time for him to get off, he thought to himself.

He waited for Gerard to leave before turning back to the computer. It had been left on some stupid kid’s website. Online coloring books and silly kid’s games. As if he would ever play with that. He clicked on over to his favorite website, Subby Cucky Suckers.

“What the fuck?!” he said, when an access denied screen came up. He refreshed the page nothing. He tried a different browser nothing. He tried another adult website, betatube, and that also was denied. Desperate, he clicked over to yourtube to find at least some side boob to wank off to. All he got was kid’s channels. Everything else was blocked.

“Motherfucker put an age restriction on my goddamn account!”

He growled in frustration and punched the desk. Then he put his hands in his head. He was so pent up from being blueballed all that time that he was truly desperate.

“Fuck it,” he said, and he decided to just put on some of the cartoons and hope something sexy popped up. The first cartoon to pop up was some stupid puppy rescue squad thing. He watched, bored, until one pup was being bullied by another larger pup.

“Ugh.. I guess I could get into this, If I squint and pretend he’s a cuck… yeah….”

But when he tried to reach down for his member he ran into another problem. The outfit was impossible for him to take off on his own. His access to his own member was blocked by both the pajamas and the pull-up. Neither of which he could take off unless he could get to the zipper on his back.

“No, no no!” he said, trying every way he could think of to get at his zipper. Suddenly he was startled by a knock at the door.

“Five minutes,” came Gerard’s voice.

“Shit,” said Frank, giving up on the paperclip solution he had been working on. He decided to just go for broke and rub himself through the pajamas and the pull-up. To his surprise it didn’t feel half bad. Not as good as the wet diaper the day before, but not bad. “What am I thinking,” he said to himself. “I shouldn’t be liking any of this.”

But he had a mission to complete, and that was to drain his balls. It took a lot of effort but it finally paid off as he found himself near to cumming. Just as he was getting close, Gerard burst in.

“Okay, little buddy, time to-“

“Oh… Oh… Oh… OHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhshit, Gerard! Can’t you knock?!”

It had been too late to stop his orgasm, and Gerard was witness to Frank filling his diapers completely with spunk while watching Pawsome Squad.

-Written by Champ