Daily Free-Write February 10, 2021

This is a continuation of February 9, 2020 “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 3”

Note:  What would you like to see as some house rules to start Frank off with before they turn him in to a complete diaper cuck? Comment with your suggestions!

“We’re here, honey!” said Leandra in an excited voice.

“Wha?... Oh… Huh?” Frank looked around, disoriented. It was dark. He was in the car. It was getting dark out. His head hurt a bit from waking up at the wrong stage of sleep, and he held it and winced as he sat forward. “Oh… uh… where are my pants?”

“Here you are,” she said, tossing the pants his way. She had already gotten out of the car and was bringing the lighter back toward the front door.

“Go ahead and grabbed the rest, Frank,” she called back, rushing to the front door.

“What’s the rush,” Frank muttered as he struggled to get his pants on over his thick double diapers. He was going to be taking these off as soon as he got inside and had somewhere private to do so. It was one thing trying something fun and naughty with Leandra, but there was no way he’d let her friend see him this way. He stood up outside of the car and crammed the diaper into the pants as best he could, settling on having the zipper up but leaving the fly unbuttoned.

“Hey, there!” came a voice from right behind him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “whoa! Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Gerard stuck out a hand to shake and Frank took it. Then, with a single tug Gerard brought Frank into a big hug. Frank felt extremely awkward hugging this man he didn’t know, especially in his obscenely thick diapers. At least, he reasoned, it meant Gerard would be less likely to see them.

“There we go. That’s more like it,” said Gerard, breaking the hug and giving the uncomfortable Frank a pat on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s get inside,” he said, grabbing the two remaining bags from the back of the car and walking toward the front door.

Frank looked down at his hands. He wasn’t used to caring if someone else did his work for him, but this felt different. Like… like something had been taken away from him. He shook his head and made his way to the front door over the flagstone pathway in the yard. There was a lot of open land around the house, and the house itself was a beautiful Ranch-style home. He strode into the house behind Gerard who dropped the bags off in their new room.

“Once you’re all settled come out to the kitchen and we’ll have some beers.”

“Uh… yeah, sure,” said Frank, distracted by the vision of his wife emerging from a side room with her hair down wearing something she hadn’t worn in years. A simple yellow dress that hung effortlessly off her body, loosely spilling over a looped waist tie. She looked positively feral compared to her usual conservative style.

“Leandra!” said Frank taking in the vision of Leandra. “You look dangerous in that! Don’t tell Frank I said so!”

“Oh Gerard,” said Leandra. “This old thing? Please. And don’t worry, I won’t say a word.”

Frank looked between the two of them. Were they flirting?

“Oops!” she said, pretending to be surprised by Frank’s presence in the room. “I didn’t see you there, sweetie.” She ruffled his hair and whispered into his ear. “Why don’t you go change out of your pampers before you get a rash and join us in the kitchen.”

He blushed as she gave him a pat on the butt and walked out of the room chatting with Gerard like the old friends they were.

His diapers were wet with sweat and urine and they had become quite uncomfortable. He was happy to have them off and tossed to the side while he rummaged around I the luggage for his clothing.

“What the?”

As he went from suitcase to suitcase, he realized that none of his stuff was there.

“Leandra?” he called. No answer. “Leandra!” Still nothing. He grumbled and put the pants he had been wearing back on.

In the kitchen, Gerard and Leandra were happily talking over a bottle of wine and some baguette. They were seated at a large wood-topped kitchen island.

“Leandra.” He said, placing his hand on the table between them.

They both looked his way and all conversation stopped.

“What is it, Frank?” she said smiling with her mouth only and running her fingers through the hair in the back of her head. She was clearly trying no to look annoyed.

“Leandra, where are my clothes?”

“What do you mean? I thought you grabbed them from the room when we left. They should be in the fourth bag.”

“Fourth bag?” said Frank, dismayed. “I only saw three!”

“Oh dear,” said Leandra shaking her head.

“This is your fault. Now what am I gonna do?” asked Frank, glaring at his wife.

“Hey, hey, let’s not point fingers,” said Gerard, staring sternly at them both. “Don’t worry, Frank, you can wear some of my clothes until you can get to the store…”

“Oh, Gerard, you really don’t have to…” began Leandra, but Frank cut her off.

“Yeah, he does,” said Frank. “What else am I gonna wear?”

“Well, you could always wear the diapers,” she muttered.

“What?” asked Gerard, appearing confused. “Diapers? What are you on about, Leandra.”

“Nothing,” said Frank, his voice cracking. “Nothing at all! Such a funny sense of humor she has!”

“Frank has a small bladder,” said Leandra.

“I… I see,” said Gerard, raising his eyebrows. “So that’s why when you guys got here… I wasn’t going to say anything but…”

“Haha, it was just a one-time thing,” said Frank, beginning to sweat from embarrassment. Why was Leandra doing this?

“Its okay,” said Frank. “It’s none of my business really. Uh… why don’t I get you a beer, uh?”

Frank sighed in exasperation. “Yeah, sure.” He would have to accept the loss of all his personal possessions for now. It was nothing that he couldn’t replace. If only he had some money to do it with.

“I’ve got this beer from Germany that’s pretty good. It’s called Petite Cocu. I think it might be right up your alley!”

Leandra stifled a giggle as he said this. “Tres bien mon ami.”

Frank looked back and for the between the two of them with his eyebrows lowered as he grabbed the beer. “What?” They were speaking French. He didn’t like not understanding what they were saying.

“I said very good, my friend,” said Leandra, throwing her palm up before taking another sip of wine.

“I’m going to the grocery store tomorrow,” said Gerard “Feel free to put anything you want on that list on the fridge.”

Frank took a sip of the beer and made a face. “I’ll put some American beer on there. I don’t’ like all this French stuff,” he said. Sliding the beer away from him. In fact, the beer was just fine, he just didn’t like feeling like he was out of the loop.

Gerard was a bit taken aback by Frank’s petulant behavior, but Leandra did say this would happen. He and Leandra exchanged glances. She gave him a little nod. It was time for him to bite the bullet and push back.

“I could get you some apple juice if that’s more your speed,” he said, putting his hands on his hips, and raising an eyebrow.

Now Frank was taken aback realizing that he might not get any beer at all if he pissed Gerard off. He quickly grabbed the bear before Gerard did.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll drink it.”

“Frank…” said Leandra, looking pointedly at her husband.

“Hmm?”

“Say thank you.” She said, in a motherly tone.

“Oh!” he said, looking at the two of them. He realized that they expected a thank you, so reluctantly, he replied, blushing a bit at being made to say it. “…Thank you…”

“You’re welcome,” said Gerard, crossing his arms and smirking. He was beginning to see Leandra’s point about how easily Frank would yield. Maybe it was time to give Frank a little more attention since he seemed to want to be the center of it all the time.

“So, Leandra. You mentioned that Frankie’s phone is broken… what happened?”

Frank’s eyebrows raised at that. Did Gerard just call him Frankie?

“Yeah, he got a little cranky after he lost his job and kinda slammed it don on the counter.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you bud,” said Gerard, and Franke just nodded and grunted, taking another pull of his beer. “Well, I know things are tight for you, but I think I can help you get it repaired or replaced.”

“Really?” asked Frank, sitting up. He was suddenly much more interested in the conversation.

“Only if you’re good,” said Gerard. “No temper tantrums or whining in this house.”

“Well, I… Uh… Just what has my wife told you about me anyway?”

“Only the truth, sweetie,” said Leandra. “Don’t give me that look. We’re under Gerard’s roof now, so we can’t keep living like we did before. We both have a lot of unhealthy habits to work on, and Gerard doesn’t need to deal with that shit.”

“Yeah, but I don’t do that,” said Frank, getting frustrated.

“Well then it should be easy for you to be good and get your new phone, right?” asked Gerard.

Frank paused. He had painted himself into a corner. “Well…. Yeah… What do I have to do?”

Leandra and Gerard exchanged glances once more.

“Well, it’s funny you should ask. I have a list of house rules right here.”

Gerard slid a piece of paper to the center of the table.