Daily Free-Write February 9, 2021

This is a continuation of February 2, 2020 “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 2”

“The fuck you mean we have to be out by 12?! This is fucking ridiculous!”

Leandra made sure to pull the phone away from Frank before he broke it worse than it already was.

“Can you believe that guy?” asked Frank. “Sleazy landlord wants money when I’ve just been cut loose from my job. Of all the…”

“Yes, honey, I know. I’m packing the bags right now. Let’s just get on the road before it gets too late.”

“You sure your friend is gonna be cool with us staying there til we get back on our feet?”

“More than sure,” said Leandra, taking out the two sticks and re-twisting her hair once more. She was fidgeting. She was excited. Frank was suspicious.

“He’s not trying to get anything out of us, is he? I don’t have money right now, he knows that right?”

“Don’t worry, you just leave Gerard to me, honey. Now let me get back to my packing, unless you want us to forget something important.”

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll be in the crapper.” He left, happy to let Leandra do all the work of packing while he tried to wank it out to another Subby Cucky Suckers video. It would be a challenge with his phone screen shattered, but he had many of the videos memorized now and if he closed his eyes he could almost see them in his mind.

Leandra didn’t bother with the big stuff. She just packed their important documents – not that he’d need those for much longer – along with the majority of her clothes, especially the ones she no longer wore. Those might see more use now that she had someone to show off for. She packed her toiletries, her sex toys, and her favorite shoes.

“Hmm… am I forgetting something?” she asked, rubbing her chin. She looked around he room, ignoring Frank’s clothes, his electronics, his pocket pussy. “Nope, looks like I’ve got everything. She pulled the few bags she had packed into the living room and called to her husband.

“Frank? I’m ready! Come get one of these bags, will ya? I only have two hands!” He popped his head out of the bathroom. “Already? Well alright. You sure you got everything?”

“Everything that matters, she said. Now get your ass over here, we’re ready to go.”

“Aww, but I didn’t finish…”

“Frank. Now.”

He grumbled and stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

“I left the landlord a nice present in the toilet,” he said, chuckling. He grabbed a handle on one of the rolling luggage bags, leaving Leandra with a rolling bag and a bag she had to carry.

“Gross,” she said, pulling a disgusted face. “Did you wash your hands?”

“Do I look like I got a job? I don’t gotta flush or wash nothin’.” He scratched his ass with his free hand.

She just shook her head. If he wasn’t stupidly hot, she would have never fallen for the guy. She cursed her stupid horny brain for wanting to do naughty things to him even then.

They made their way to the parking garage and tossed their bags in the back of the car. It was a pink convertible, a classic American car from when times were better. It was what you would call a 20-footer. It still looked good from about 20 feet away, but as you got closer you saw the imperfections. Like Frank, it had lost its luster due to a certain amount of neglect. It seemed like Leandra was the only one who cared about Frank or the car.

“Hurry up!” he said, once he was behind the wheel.

“Easy for you to say!” said Leandra, struggling with the last bag. “You took the easy bags!”

Frank had only taken one but he wasn’t about to correct her.

“Yeah, well, it was the least I could do. You did pretty good considering how much crap we had there. I guess we’ll be living light for a little while.”

“At least one of us,” she said to herself with a smirk.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing darling. Let’s get a move on!” He pumped her fist in the air and jump into the car. It felt like forever since they had taken a road trip and she was ready to go.

They pulled out of the garage and drove into the warm spring day. The sun as still high and they enjoyed the drive to somewhere new. They made it about 5 minutes before Frank had to pull over to piss.

“Oh, uh, honey…” she said, when he returned noting again that he didn’t even pretend to try and clean his hands – not even a wipe on the pants.

“Yeah? What’s up?” asked Frank as he paused outside the car.

“I don’t really wanna stop too many times this trip for bathroom breaks...”

He frowned.

“You know I have a small bladder, hon. What do you want me to do?”

Leandra bit her lip.

“Well, I have an idea…”

“I’m listening…”

She whispered it into his ear.

“You what?!”

“I just picked em up last night as a precaution. I think they’ll make the drive a lot quicker.”

She could see he was skeptical so she pushed it a little further.

“I can put them on you… I promise I’ll make it fun…” she gave him a wink.

She never went down on him, and he couldn’t turn down an offer for road head. He’d alwayswanted road head.

“Shit… alright,” he said, with a smile. “One more thing to check off the bucket list!”

“You and me both, honey,” she said.

So Frank lay in the back seat while Leandra pulled down his pants, giving him bedroom eyes the whole time. She opened one of the suitcases and pulled out a fresh diaper. Thick, white, and crinkly.

He tried to get in the head space to get hard for his blowjob once he was naked and sitting on the diaper, but the crinkling sounds beneath his butt kept messing with his mojo.

“Do they have to be so damn loud?” he asked in annoyance.

“Shhh, baby, just let mommy take care of you.”

Leandra grabbed his penis and tugged at it to get it hard, but as usual it wasn’t responding. He growled in frustration and she gave him a sympathetic look.

“Forget it,” he said, looking away and crossing his arms.

She smiled, looking sorry for him as she taped the garment up.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll get it on your next change.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Wait, next change?”

“It’s a long drive, honey. We’ll just see how long that thing holds. Now let’s get moving.” She gave the front of his diaper a squeeze and got into the passenger’s side of the car, bringing his pants with her.

“Hey! My pants!” he cried, but she wasn’t listening. She was busy checking her messages. “Leandraaaaaa!”

“Oh hush, quit being such a baby. Just go in the driver’s seat already. What happened to that naughty streak you used to have, freaky Frank? Besides, this’ll make it easier for me to see when my little man needs a change. I can’t wait to give you the special treatment you deserve.”

“Little? I’ll show you little,” he said with a grin, misreading her meaning entirely. “Just you wait til the next diaper change.”

And so on they drove, Leandra covertly snapping photos of her hubby driving down the road in just a diaper and sending them to Gerard, and Frank daydreaming of his much awaited blowjob, convinced that his wife was eager enough to keep her eyes glued to his diaper so she could open it up at the earliest opportunity.

She had packed plenty of drinks and kept Frank well hydrated on their drive from California to Nevada. There were a lot of lonely towns, and they had to stop for gas at the midway point. Frank looked around, clearly uncomfortable with the possibility of being seen, and Leandra graciously told him to just hang tight while she went inside to get more drinks and to tell them to turn on the pump. She also took the opportunity to use the restroom, which he was not about to do given his current clothing. He just whistled a quavering tune and drummed his fingers on the door as he tried not to look too nervous. She soon returned with the drinks and walked around to set the pump in the tank. As the gas began to pump, the hissing made him aware of an urgent need to pee. He tensed up as he tried his best to relax. She noticed the uncomfortable look on his face and smiled to herself. This would have to be caught on video. She looked like she was checking her messages as she got back in the car, just in time to catch him in the final moments before he let loose. He had his feet pressing down against the the footwell, legs tensed lifting his bum off the seat, face strained. A moment later, he released his breath and his face calmed as he let go. She watched, transfixed. This was how she wanted him to be all the time. So vulnerable. Cute even. So far from the loutish vulgar man she had married. He was just a boy pissing his pants on purpose. She resented Frank for many things but she couldn’t be so angry at someone too young to help it. Yes, she thought. It was better that he was a little boy from now on. He’d learn to get along with it. Gerard would provide the proper fatherly guidance to help him get there and she would keep him tame.

“Well,” he asked, looking expectantly at her.

“Oh, you wanna do it here, do you?” she asked, the phone still pointed at him. She was livestreaming his debasement, and Gerard was watching on the other end. She waggled her eyebrows. “In front of the whole town? You really are freaky, Frank.”

“W-wait, no…” he said, suddenly self-conscious as she stepped out of the car and went to grab another diaper.”

“Come on, little man. Let’s see what’s going on underneath the hood!”

She looked just as she did back in college when she said that. Her spark, her enthusiasm was back. It made Frank a little more excited too. He couldn’t very well say no now. He had something to prove. He gave his soggy crotch a few gropes in preparation to step out of the vehicle and raised his eyebrows, surprised at how good it felt.

“Hey now…” he said to himself.

“Hey now yourself!” called Leandra from the back seat. “Don’t get started without me!”

“Coming dearest,” he said in his campiest voice. It had been a long time since he’d felt playful. This was turning out to be fun after all.

In the backseat, however, his confidence shriveled as he lay on his back with his wife between his legs.

“A-are you sure no one is looking?”

“So what if they are,” she asked? “Let ‘em look. They probably haven’t seen a free show like this in a long time! Give ‘em something to talk about in church.”

She pulled open the diaper and wiped him clean, paying special attention to his nether regions. But he was too nervous. He couldn’t get hard like this, not in the open around so many other vehicles and people. A mom and her kids passed by as he lay there.

“Mommy, why is that man gettin a diaper?”

“That’s what happens when you don’t learn to use the potty when mommy tells you to. You get diapered in the back seat like your little brother. Do you want to be like that when you’re 20?”

“No mommy, I wanna use the potty!”

“Oh my god!” said Frank. “They saw me!”

“Shh, calm down,” said Leandra. “They’re already gone.”

But the damage was done. He had lost all confidence.

“N-no… please don’t play with it anymore. I just wanna get back on the road…” he said, panicking.

She raised her eyebrows. “I was just gonna give you a quick stealthy handjob, but you’re the boss, sweetie. Maybe next time then.”

She quickly wiped him clean and taped a new diaper on him.

“You know, if you don’t want to change like this again, I can make it so they’ll last you the rest of the way…”

“Yes. Please.” He said. This was suddenly not as fun as he’d thought. He looked in puzzlement as she came back with another diaper and slid it under his butt.

“What are you-”

*RRRRIP*

He looked on in shock as she tore a big hole down the center of his padding. She fiddled with the backing a little bit more, than pulled up the second diaper, taping it on tight. He looked down between his spread legs, rocking a bit as the padding elevated his butt off the seat cushion.

“All done!” she declared, giving his diapered crotch a pat which he barely felt. Now he couldn’t close his legs. When he looked back up she was gone. He looked around and saw her stepping into the driver’s seat.

“I think you need a little rest from all that driving hon. Why don’t you let me take over for a while?”

He looked around. “W-where are my pants? I want them back, please.”

“The faster you get up here the faster we get out of here.” She said, her town growing testy.

He sat up and looked around to see if anyone is watching.

“Alright,” he finally said, gruffly. “Let’s just get out of here before that mom and her kid get back.”

He jumped out of the car and quickly waddled to the front seat only to hear laughter behind him. It was the two who had spotted he before. He cringed as a high pitched voice rang out across the lot.

“Look, Mama! He looks like a baby!”

Mom laughed as well, but at least tried to hide it, covering her mouth and looking away.

“He sure does sweetie.”

This attention drew more eyes his way, and pretty soon everyone at the gas station was holding their sides, practically busting a gut laughing. His unusually handsome looks saved him from looking like a creep to the other customers. Instead, he just looked ridiculous, which from his perspective wasn’t much better. He jumped in to get away from the pointing pictures and phones filming, looking out as he yelled at his wife to step on it. He didn’t even turn around to see her catching every moment on her own phone.

Leandra had a sort of sadistic satisfaction at her husband’s humiliation. The first in a long series of humiliations, if she had anything to do with it. Once they were back on the road, she put a hand on his thigh and squeezed it.

“There there, sweetie. You just try and relax and forget all about it. You can just rest until we get to Gerard’s house, I’ll do the rest. And don’t forget to keep drinking, hon. Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated!”

“Thanks,” he said, taking a swig of Cottonmouth Cooler. He was happy to let her do all the work once more. He laid the seat back and did his best to relax. Soon, he was deeply asleep, snoring loudly while his wife drove happily forward. She was glad things were going so well. He clearly was more submissive than he let on. She could only imagine what Gerard must be thinking about their little tagalong.

“Won’t be long now,” she said, smiling and tapping the wheel to the beat of the radio as they drove down the lonely highway to Nevada.