Daily Free-Write February 1, 2021

Daily Free-Write February 1, 2021

Continuation of January 30, 2021 “Playing Dress-Up Pt. 3”

In his hands, Steve held a thick square of white plastic with bears holding red yellow and blue balloons on the front. It was probably a few inches thick folded up like that, and I could see an open pack of diapers next to him labeled Crinkle Pants XL, Maximum Absorbency.

“You can’t open that!” I said, looking around.

“Of course I can,” he countered. “How else are we going to make sure you have the right size bags for your diapers?”

There was no question in the mind of anyone passing by who these diapers were for. The people in the security room were probably laughing their asses off about now.

“But I don’t wear XL!” I said. It didn’t help my situation, it was just the only thing I could think to say.

“You will if you want your new pants to fit,” he replied, with a smirk. “They go on the outside of your diapers. You should be wearing about three layers with stuffers, I’d say. And each bag should carry two changes, so…”

He ripped open a couple more packs of diapers and diaper stuffers, and started stuffing the bags.

“Let’s see… six diapers and six stuffers per bag at least…And then we need the accessories like wipes and ointment…”

I looked around at the chaos and wondered how we were going to carry this without a cart. My question was answered when he grabbed the fist pack of diapers.

“Hold these,” he said, and without thinking I took them. He quickly piled two more packs of diapers and a pack of stuffers on top of that. I was left holding a massive stack of diapers that were obviously for me, and I struggled to follow him down to the aisle that was always next to the incontinence aisle – the baby aisle.

“Come on, crinkles. You can do it!” he said, with a playful laugh. He set down the bags and began to pack them with appropriate accessories. Each of the bags got wipes, powder, and diaper oil gel, but he added a few extras to the diaper tote.

“Let’s see… for the baby bag… a bottle for the bottle pocket, a bib…”

My arms were beginning to burn and my legs were beginning to tremble. As for the wet spot in my diaper. Well, I could feel wetness on both legs now. I had no way to check for certain since my arms were full, but there was a good chance that my shorts were getting wet as well.

“Okay, all done!” said Steve brightly. “Let’s go get you changed, little boy. Family restrooms are this way.”

I whimpered and nodded. I hadn’t gotten changed by someone else and it was an exciting idea, but at the moment, my biggest motivation was letting my arms rest, not the chance to be diapered by the cute and enthusiastic store attendant.

Off we went, through the store. We made an odd pair, Steve and I. Steve, the well-dressed store attendant with his cute smile and his button nose, carrying a diaper bag in one hand and a colorful backpack in the other, both stuffed to the gills with diapers and diaper supplies. And me in my bright blue shirt and puffy gray shorts, waddling like a toddler as I carried a towering stack of diapers in my arms. We definitely turned heads.

“How much farther?” I huffed, feeling as if my arms would give out at any moment.

“Almost there, Skyler,” he said. Thankfully he was right, and moments later he ushered me through a door into a family restroom. Inside, there was a wide granite counter with a low brass bar that was clearly the changing table and It was plenty big enough to hold an adult.

“Okay, you can drop the diapers, Sky.”

“Oh thank god,” I said as I let them drop to the floor. My arms thanked me. He patted the counter and I got up on it. My erection had died down while I was concentrating on carrying my cargo, but as soon as his hand touched my waist band, it sprang right back to attention. I went from hell to heaven in an instant.

“Oh goodness,” he said, as he pulled down my shorts, sliding them off my legs. “Looks like you soaked these too. What am I going to do with you?”

He held them up and I could see two large half-moon shaped wet spots on the back of them.

He shook his head and unpinned my diaper. “We’ll have to rinse these out. Just a moment.”

He stepped over to the sink leaving me in my yellowed diaper and blue shirt. I felt so helpless. I couldn’t control my pee, and now I was letting another man change me. It was ashamed and so turned on.

He set the shorts and squares of cloth on the counter by the sink.

“You’ll have to wash those when you get home. I also want you to order at least 7 pairs of plastic pants. You’ll be wearing cloth over your diapers often.”

“But they’re so big,” I said. “Everyone will know!”

“I don’t think it was that much of a secret to begin with,” he said, patting my shoulder. “people were probably just being polite.”

I furrowed my brow. I had worn diapers 24/7 for quite some time now. How many people had noticed?

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he said, tugging at the first tape. “It’s obvious you need them. I don’t think anyone can fault you for that.”

You’d be surprised¸ I thought, but I bit back my sarcastic retort. I didn’t want to detract from the moment. I was getting a diaper change from another guy. I was getting a diaper change.

“There’s that smile. That’s better,” he said, smiling back as he pulled the taps, releasing the diapers’ grip on my waist.

“Off they come and into some fresh ones!”

I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, and my penis let out a small stream of pee into the diaper.

“Oops! That could have been messy. I guess you reallyneed them. Most crinkebutts your age at least have a little control.”

He proceeded to clean me off with wet wipes, and I gasped each time a new one hit my skin, a shock of cold quickly warming up from my body heat. He took his time getting me nice and clean, using several wipes in the process. My balls, my penis, my butt and my taint were all wiped off. Even my thighs didn’t escape his thorough attention. By the time he was done, my penis was pointing straight up toward my belly button.

Next, he fluffed out two large diapers and an extra-large, stuffing each one with a stuffer and removing the plastic backing of the inner layers. Then he grabbed my ankles and lifted me up so he could plant my but squarely on the padding. All that padding lifted my butt by a few inches, and I couldn’t imagine the waddle I would have once it was taped on.

“Okay, time for some baby gel.” He said, reaching into the diaper bag. He squirted some on on his hands and worked it into my skin, paying extra attention to my butt and balls. He tried to point my erection down but it wouldn’t budge. “Oh, that will never do,” he said.

“Maybe you could help me?” I said, with a hopeful smile.

“Yes, I think I can,” he said with a wink. Unfortunately for me, his help was to fill a baby bottle and squeeze it at my crotch, dousing me with cold water. I felt my erection go down a bit as the water trickled into my padding.

“There we go,” he said, taking the opportunity to quickly tape me up. “That oughtta get you started.”

He then pulled a permanent marker from his pocket and signed each of the tapes.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Just a little security measure to make sure you don’t take it off before it’s time. If you need a change, you have to send me a picture of your diaper first so I can see how wet it is. If you change without permission, you’ll be a very sorry boy. Now up we go.”

I was dumbfounded as he he helped me up to my feet. What had I gotten myself into? He tossed the used diapers and packed the shorts and cloth into one of the pockets of the diaper bag. “Don’t forget these,” he said. I nodded.

I moved my legs experimentally. The diaper was so thick it hardly felt like a diaper, more like a solid piece of plastic pushing my legs apart. I was soon distracted by the stacks of diapers being placed in my arms once more. I watched as he grabbed my diaper bags, unlocked the door, and reached for the handle.

“Wait!” I said.

He stopped.

“What?”

I looked down at myself in nothing but a T-shirt and, a diaper, and some shoes, then back to him. I gestured to myself.

“This!”

“Yes, I know, you’re very cute, ” he said in a condescending tone. “Now come on, it’s time for you to go pay.” He stepped out and held the door open for me. He was also holding everything else I owned.

It was either follow him or be found alone like this. I thought things would look better if I was with an employee. Besides that, my arms weren’t going to be able to hold out for long. I reluctantly followed him out and into the store. People immediately started giggling as they caught sight of me. I did my best to hid my face in the stacks of diapers, but it was hard to do that and look where I was going.

He ushered me to the register line, and told me to wait there. He’d be right back with a cart. I was left alone in line with everyone staring. I was petrified. I liked reading about humiliation but the real thing was far more stressful than sexy. Even so, I knew I’d be beating off to this for days to come, once it was all over. If it ever ended, the paranoid part of my mind corrected.

My turn came up and he still wasn’t back.

“Good afternoon, sir,” said the cashier, trying not to laugh. “Go ahead and place your items on the belt.

I was forced to stand there in my diaper and t-shirt as the cashier scanned each and every bag. One of the bags was unscannable because the bar code had been ripped in half when he opened the pack. The cashier picked up a phone and spoke into it.

“Price check on the Crinkle Pants XL. Price check on the Crinkle Pants XL, please.”

I cringed as the announcement rang through the whole store and then had to just stand there and wait. Finally, the cashier had an answer and rang up the total.

“Will that be all?” they asked.

Well, there was some more, I’m waiting for… oh there he is!”

Steve had returned with the cart and stopped it on the bagging side of the checkout.

“Ring all these two up as well,” he said.

“Oh hi, Steve. You got it.”

The cashier rang through the rest of the clothes, bags, and accessories and the total flashed on the screen. Steve said that I was a special customer and got me a heavy discount, which stopped me from having a heart attack over the final bill. Actually it was pretty cheap after the discount.

“He’s going to be a regular customer from now on… isn’t that right, Sky? You’re going to buy all your diapers and clothes from here.” I nodded. I hoped I could have them delivered like normal, but I doubt that would fly. I swiped my card and left the store with a cart full of diapers and clothing to fit them.

At my car, Steve handed me back my things.

“He took a picture of the license plate, then he looked at me. “Skyler. When you get home, I want you to throw out all the pants that don’t fit over those diapers, and I want you to send me the proof when you’re done, got it?”

My mouth went dry.

“All my pants?” I asked.

“That’s right,” he said. “You’re going to have to be thickly diapered from now on, so this is your new wardrobe,” he said, holding up a pair of snap crotch khakis. “We’ll get you more as time goes on, but for now I think it’s enough. You shouldn’t need pants when you’re at home anyway, right?”

I just nodded and blushed. He was right, after all.

I thought about my encounter all the way home, and when I got inside with all my stuff, the first thing I did was rub the front of my diaper, hoping to take care of  the erection that had been pressing into my padding for the past twenty minutes. But the diaper was too thick. No matter how hard I pressed I couldn’t feel a thing. I remembered his warning not to take them off without permission. I didn’t dare to disobey. I just growled in frustration and went about collecting my old pants into a big garbage bag. Each piece of clothing that went in there was another step toward accepting my new situation as permanent. If I threw them out, I would be stuck with what Steve had given me, at least until I could get replacement clothes. Of course, I still did it. I sent the picture of my dumping the clothes, and the picture of them at the bottom of the dumpster.

“Good boy,” he responded. Then he sent a picture from the website ‘People of Bullseye’. My stomach dropped. At the top of the page was me in the checkout line with a caption that read “Bullseye’s biggest baby.”