Daily Free-Write December 16, 2020

"Okay, okay, I can do this. Just squat and push. Come on. I know I can do it."

Davey put his hands on his knees in the middle of the busy supermarket. He had been given a dare, and he had to complete it. He was going to mess himself in public. 

"Hnnng...."

"Excuse me, young man?" 

An older woman's voice came from over his shoulder, and he immediately stood upright, blushing brightly. 

"I think you had better go to a restroom. That's not something big boys do in public." 

"I- I'm sorry, Ma'am." said Davey, stuttering out his words as he realized he was caught red -handed. He turned ot leave but the older woman called out, stopping him in his tracks.

"Oh, young man. Young man?"

"Y-yes ma'am??" he asked.

"Your diaper is showing." 

His eyes went wide as his hand shot to the back of his waist band. It must've happened while he was squatting. He quickly arranged his pants and shirt to cover up the diaper, thanked her, and left. 

Into the bathroom he went before he realized that there really was no point for him to go in there. He was so embarrassed he just took her suggestion to go and his brain only now was catching up. He didn't really need a change, not yet. He was only a little wet. And besides, he still had to go. His friend dared him as a way to get him more comfortable messing. It was his last mental block to wearing full time, and he couldn't seem to quite get himself to mess in his pamps."

"Oh well," he sighed. "Maybe another time..." 

He was far too nervous now to make a second attempt. 

He headed back out and came face to face with the old lady from before.

"That wasn't very long you spent in there, sonny," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you even know how to change yourself?"

"W-what?" he asked, instinctively clutching his bag. His *diaper* bag. 

"I can tell you haven't changed because you only spend about five seconds in there. Do you need some help?"

"No! No... I don't... need any help."

"There's no need to be embarrassed. Sometimes we need help from grown-ups. Come along, now." 

She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the family restroom. This one had a large toilet, a small toilet, and a changing table. 

"Please, ma'am, it's really not necessary," said Davey, as he was pulled into the restroom by her surprisingly strong grip.

"Nonsense, when I see a little boy in trouble, I help, and you definitely were about to poop your pants out there. Are you all finished pooping, young man?"

"N-no, I'm not. I-I mean I d-didn't... Why am I even talking to you about this? This is very personal!" he spat out, finally. He felt like his face was a furnace full of coals. 

"Well, let's assess the damage, then. I'll be the judge of that." 

She unbuttoned the man's pants, and Davey was so shocked that he froze. He wanted to smack her hands away, but that wasn't how you should treat elders, but she was invading his space, but it was also making him feel super little and submissive. And to top it all off, he still had to go. Badly. 

"Oh ho ho," she said, as the man stood there squirming with his pants around his ankles.

"Someone's doing the potty dance!" 

He just nodded and eyed the door, then the toilets, then the door again. Could he get out of this and get to the potty in privacy before making a fool of himself?

"Ah, I see, you want to try the potty. But you haven't even started potty training yet. Look, those aren't pull-ups, those are diapers."

"N-no ma'am, I don't have a bowel problem."

"Well, go on then," she said, pointing to the child-size toilet. "Sit down and do your business. Granny will watch to make sure you do it right." 

He whined. 

"I really don't think I can do it in front of you."

"Well, if you're not ready," she shrugged and glanced over to the changing table and back to him. She took a hold of his bag and opened it up.

"H-hey! You can't take my-"

"Oh, look, the little one is all prepared for his new diaper. I think you really are still in the pre-potty training phase, aren't you? Look at what we have... diapers, wipes, some rash cream... powder... everything a little boy needs for a good change. Except... well where is your caretaker, honey?"

By this time he was practically hopping from foot to foot.

"I-I don't hhhhave one. I can take care of myself... I really have to go... Please can I have some privacy?"

Ignoring his last question, she pressed on. 

"No caretaker? Tell me the truth now. Are you a little boy, or are you just pretending?"

This question struck him as odd, but he just took the most obvious choice. He wasn't really up to thinking out logic problems at the moment.

"I'm just pretending! I'm an adult and I don't even need diapers. I'm so sorry, I have to go potty now!"

He dashed to the little toilet and might have made it if it weren't for three factors. First, his pants were still around his ankles. Second, he had the diaper to contend with. And third, he was intercepted by the woman calling herself Grandma, whose grip, again, was surprisingly strong. What followed was a series of motions that led to him falling on the floor on his hands and knees. The impact caused him to lose control and his mess exploded into the back of his diaper with a loud series of farts and plops. Meanwhile, he continued in vain to reach the little potty, crawling on his hands and knees and still filling his diaper, feeling it sag lower and lower as he crawled forward. He was crying audibly at this point, embarrassed beyond the point of imagining. He had just pooped his pants in front of this woman, and admitted that he was just a diaper wearing freak. Finally, he just gave up, sitting on his squishy bum and crying into his hands. 

"There, there, little boy," said Grandma. "Grandma knew you weren't ready for potty training. Let's get you up on the table so we can get you changed." 

He did nothing to stop her as she helped him up to his feet and walked him to the big granite slab to the side of the bathroom. It was about as far away from the toilet as you could get in this room.

He laid on his back and continued to sob and sniffle as she took his pants off the rest of the way, along with his shoes. She grabbed a tissue from her purse.

"Blow."

He blew his nose into the tissue, and she finished off wiping around his nose to make sure she got all the boogers. I made him feel that much smaller as she tossed the tissues and set up his changing supplies.

"No, you don't have to!" he manage to choke out between sobs. "I mean - I can. I can do it..."

"No you can't little boy. You just told another fib. You said you were a big boy who didn't need diapers but clearly you aren't and clearly you do need them. I'm appalled that you don't have anyone looking after you, so I'll just have to take matters into my own hands. As soon as I'm done with this change, you're coming with me." 

Despite his fast beating heart, he was too shocked by what she was saying to also respond to her untaping his diapers and assessing the damage as she spoke.

"Oh my, you really did a number on these, little one," she said, peeling back the padding to reveal his poop-smeared backside. This is going to be a job to clean up, but luckily you're gramma's an old pro." 

This was too much for him. Being this humiliated wasn't fun at all, despite all the egging on he and his friends did with each other to humiliate themselves. But what could he do? He was on his back covered in poo. He couldn't very well waddle out of the store like this. He had to get out of this. A soon as he was changed he would thank the lady and leave. 

"All done," she said, patting his newly diapered butt." 

'Finally,' he thought.

"Thank you so much ma'am. I should really get home now. I'll just take my pants and-

"Ah, ah, ah. Little boys who poop and pee themselves in public don't get pants. They need gramma to see their diapers so she knows when to take them to get a change." The lady grabbed his diaper bag and pants and held them out of reach. 

"But- but how am I supposed to go out there in just a diaper?" He asked, trying in vain to get them away from her.

"Like this," she said. He had gotten close enough for her to grab his wrist with her free hand and pull him out into the grocery store. 

He struggled and yelled but this only drew more attention. A security guard came over. 

"Is there a problem here?" he asked.

"My grandson is special needs. I think he's having a meltdown and I need to get him to the car. Can you help me?" 

With the strong grip of two people holding his wrists, Davey was unable to get away. Their ears were closed to his protests as each of them had dismissed him as a little boy in their own way. 

He was soon strapped into a five point harness in an oversized car seat in her car. The lady thanked the security guard who then brought out her groceries and helped her load them in the back.

"I have to get out of this. I have to get out of this," he thought to himself as he tried everything he could think of to get out of the seat. By the time she was done and getting into the driver's seat, he was still no closer to escape.

"It's got a magnetic lock. You won't be able to take it off without Granny's help."

He scrunched up his face and pouted, his tears threatening to return. 

"Why do you even have this thing?" he asked, indicating the chair.

"You're not the first big little guy Granny has looked after. Not by a long shot. It's the strangest thing, I just keep running into little boys who think they've grown up. But they always give themselves away one way or another. Oh well, we'll get you the care you need, honey. Don't you worry." 

She started the engine and drove off with Davey still struggling in his seat.