Daily Free-Write February 7, 2021

Note: This is a spoopy story. Beware! It might just give you nightmares about being forced back into diapers... I'd leave now, unless you're into that sort of thing... -Champ 'Don't Say I Didn't Warn You' Otter 

“Do you know how fuckin old I am?” The irate man was being held back by his friend as people began to stare out their windows. “I’m twenty fucking one! I’m a full grown adult! You’d better respect!”

“Marco, hey… Marco…” said a nervous guy with a sweatband and an upside-down visor. “We gotta go man… People are watching…”

“Hey you’re lucky my boy Rico is here holding me back, or I’d be fucking you up right now!”

Marco looked ridiculous yelling at the man standing there in the mascot costume, but he didn’t see that. All he knew was heard whoever was in there make a comment about how kids like him shouldn’t be unsupervised, and he lost it. The man did not look scared.

“Such naughty language for a little boy,” said the person in the costume. “What are they letting children watch these days? Did you pick that up from the TV, little guy?”

“You trying to be funny, asswipe? Come a little closer and I’ll show you something to laugh about…”

“Come on!” said Rico. Police sirens could be heard getting nearer. “We gotta get out. Now!”

Finally, Marco allowed himself to be dragged away, but not before throwing one last middle finger at the dumbass in the mascot costume.

“What the fuck was he supposed to be anyway? That costume didn’t look like anything! Just a dumb white smiley face and a red one piece.” Marco scowled. He hated being talked down to.

“I dunno, man. But wasn’t it weird how his face moved when he talked? Gave me the creeps!” said Rico.

“Yeah, well, he better learn some manners or he’s gonna be in an ambulance having that stupid costume cut off of him. Maybe he’ll think twice about opening his mouth again though eh? I think I scared him straight.”

“Yeah man,” laughed Rico. “You sure showed him. Hey, listen I gotta go home, the wife is expecting me.”

“I told you not to get married man. Didn’t I tell you?” said Marco.

“Hey, we all gotta grow up sometime, right?” Marco’s face went dark and Rico realized he had chosen the wrong turn of phrase. “Just kidding man. I didn’t’ mean it. Hey…oof!!”

Marco punched Rico in the stomach.

“Haha, real funny, wise guy. Care to tell another one?”

“Ugh.. n-no Marco. I guess I should leave the joke writing to the professionals, eh?”

“That’s a good idea,” said Marco, patting Rico on the shoulder. “Now get he fuck outta here.”

Rico ran off, not daring to look back. Marco watched him leave, then shook his head as his friend rounded the corner. When would people learn? He wasn’t a child. He turned and strode home, making sure to jump at anyone who he passed on the way to make them flinch and show them he wasn’t a joke.

Rico had no sooner left Marco’s sight when he bumped into the mascot guy again.

“Oof! Oh hey, sorry, I, ah…. H-hey! You’re that dude from before! The uh… What are you anyway?”

“I’m a Telly Tubbler. I entertain all the boys and girls and make sure they don’t do or watch anything they shouldn’t! Little boys and girls need lots of supervision.”

“Uh… hehe, yeah. Sure. Uh… have fun with that, man.” Marco, sidestepping the same creature. He kept walking, looking back over his shoulder to see the creature still standing there, staring at him. The hurried his pace, quickly looking away. “That thing is seriously creepy… what the hell…Oof! Whoah! How did you get there?”

He had somehow bumped into the same creature who had been halfway down the block before.

“You know, little boys like you shouldn’t be using such naughty language…”

“Look, I’m sorry about my friend, okay. He’s just a little hotheaded sometimes, y’know? I don’t have no beef with you. Please just leave me alllllll” He froze as the creature adjusted a knob on his belly. The screen in his stomach turned on, showing snow, which quickly resolved into a scene. Rico was completely captivated, staring blankly at the image of a peaceful green landscape with rolling hills. Several creatures waved at him and invited him to come play. He nodded. He wanted to come play. The creature grabbed hold of his head and slowly pulled it away, to reveal what was beneath…

“BOO!” Marko jumped at an old man passing by, causing him to nearly fall over in fright. “What? What you looking at? Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’m tough. You don’t’ want to mess with me!” He stomped down the street til he got to the bus stop where he caught a ride home. He didn’t bother to pay the toll, he just got in from the door in the middle of the bus instead of the front. The driver didn’t’ say anything. He figured the driver was smart enough to mess with someone like him.

He was still carrying a large chip on his shoulder from when he was made fun of in grade school. All the other kids were bigger than him. And as soon as he got bigger he made sure to do it ten times worse to anyone smaller than himself. He never wanted to feel that way again and he made sure everyone knew he was bad. Of course it had gotten him kicked out of school and sent his life on a different trajectory completely, but he didn’t see that as a bad thing. It was too bad his family didn’t see it the same way.

As he entered the house he was too engrossed in his own thoughts to notice the figure standing behind him. The creature stared at Marco and watched him enter. Tilting its head as he closed the door behind him, and casting its eyes upward to the second story window.

“Look who’s home, it’s little brother!” said his older sister Connie as he walked in the door. “Mama has Frijoles on the stove. Go grab some food, kid brother, you look so skinny!”

“Hey, cut it out Consuela,” said Marco. “You know I had being called little.”

“Yeah, well you’re always gonna be my little brother so you better just deal with it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Marco, walking through the kitchen and skipping the food completely to go upstairs to his room. Inside, he still had posters of Battlemon and a few of his stuffed animals sat on the bed. He never let anyone see his room, and the things he still treasured from childhood. He didn’t want them to think he was soft, but the truth was he still felt like that kid that come home crying every day from school. His years of bloviating and puffing his chest hadn’t changed that. He grabbed his remote to turn on his TV. He had finally gotten his friend who was a cable guy to give him the adult channels for free, and he was ready to blow off some steam, but when he tried, it just wouldn’t turn on.

“What the fuck?”

He tried flipping through a couple more adult channels, but they all came out scrambled.

“Shit. I’m gonna let that cable guy have it, I swear…”

But as he continued to flip through channels, he found that it wasn’t just the adult channels that were blocked. Movie Channels…. Action Channels… Sports Channels… All of them were blocked. All except… the children’s channels.

“But this is just kids stuff… why would the… wait a second…. Someone put a parental lock on my tv!” He was fuming now as he tossed the remote to the floor. The last thing he needed was to be treated like a kid in his own home. He was just about to punch the TV when the channel flipped to show a group of creatures like the one he had seen before. They were standing on a background of rolling hills and waving at him.

“What the…” He stared more closely at the screen… he thought he saw one of the creatures struggling… pulling off its head momentarily to show his friend Rico’s face.

“Run!” he cried, but the head of the costume soon returned to cover up that face, and it began singing a happy tune. Instead.” Marco’s eyes widened, as he heard a familiar voice interrupt his attempts to process what he had just seen.

“I knew you were a little boy… your room just confirms it. And little boys really do need lots of supervision.”

“You!” cried Marco as he looked up from the screen to see it was in fact a screen embedded in the creature’s stomach. “I’m gonna-”

He never got to finish that thought because the creature lifted its head off to reveal there was nothing underneath. Instead, there was just a gaping black void, and the two hands reached out to shove Marco inside. It happened so fast, and Marco was so shocked that before he could react his sneakers were already disappearing inside the creature and on the screen in the creature’s belly, he could be seen falling down to the land of the Telly Tubblers. The creatures all clapped as he landed. It was soft landing as his butt hit the ground with a crinkle. A crinkle?

He looked down at himself. He was wearing a one-piece suit just like the creature had been wearing. A suit that was very poofy around the waist and between the legs. He stared at his hands – they were encased in the mitten-like hands of the suit, just a thumb and no fingers. He looked down, dazed, reached between his legs to feel the puffiness that seemed to press in on his crotch and butt. The sound of a diaper crinkle returned. It made sense for anyone wearing the suit since it didn’t seem easy to get out of, but he was way to old to be in diapers.

He looked around, stupefied. Where the hell was he? His thoughts were already feeling less clear, wherever it was. He saw all of the creatures coming up to him and waving and smiling. Saw all of them with bulging waists, crinkling. Occasionally he’d see a sign of struggle from one of the suits but then there would be some buzzing noise from inside and and they quickly quieted down. They seemed to be bringing him something. A head… a suit head? His head. Somewhere within the dim recesses of his mind he sensed danger. Something told him to back away, but it was mere animal instinct at this point.

“Nooo…. Gehhhh awayyyy!!!!” The faster he tried to tun, the bigger and heavier his diaper seemed to be come, swelling up. He realized he was peeing himself out of fear. He hadn’t wet his pants since… since… since he was in grade school, he realized.

“NO! I’m nah a li kid…” his mouth wasn’t working correctly. His words were slurred. Something about this place was making him dumber… His diaper was so large now he was reduced to crawling away as the creatures gained on him. He crawled and crawled but he was just too slow… then he turned around, sitting on is squishy butt. He put his mitts up, ready to fight as the creatures closed in on him. That’s when it happened. A powerful buzzing started between his legs.

“Oh! Uhn!!!!” he blushed and groaned, the wonderful feeling sending waves of pleasure through his body, further muddling his thoughts.

He put his hands down to rub his diaper bulge… He saw some of the other creatures doing the same as buzzing came from their suits. Rubbing and patting their crotches, nodding, and smiling in satisfaction. This felt… good. He liked being in the suit. He smiled as the head was lowered down to close him in darkness, two eyeholes allowing him to see the world around him. He lay there as the suit waved to all the other creatures clapped and giggled while the buzzing between his legs intensified.

“Ohhhhh….” Said Marco. This was the greatest high he’d ever felt. So many good feelings flowing through him. He liked it here. It was fun to play with his friends. They were all boys and girls like him who just needed a little extra supervision… Yeah… this felt good, he thought, as the feelings between his legs climaxed, sending him into convulsions inside the suit as his balls and prostate dumped an obscene amount of musky semen into the front of his diaper, flooding the inside of the suit with the smell of cum, to mingle with the pee-smell already present. He went limp, feeling so warm and fuzzy as he let the suit move of its own accord. He might wake up in a bit and try to fight again, but he’d just be buzzed into oblivion once more. He was one of the Telly Tubblers now, there to entertain all the boys and girls watching at home.

The red Telly Tubbler who had been watching Marco struggle in his own belly screen smiled, satisfied. He clicked the button to turn off the screen. Then he looked up so see another little one staring at another screen.

“Oh, hi there, little one. You should know better than to look in on such naughty things. There’s much better things for you to see. Why don’t you take a look?”

He pushed the button to turn on the screen in his Telly Tummy, and you could see the rolling hills once more, and all of your soon-to-be friends waving you over to come play.