Daily Free-Write November 29, 2020

You could never forget the first time your new parents took you out in a diaper in public. No, it wasn't the first time you were a diaper *under* your pants in public. I'm talking no pants, thickly padded, waddling around in soggy diapers for all to see. 

It was a walk in the park. No, I'm not saying it was easy. They literally took you out to the park near where you used to live. Made sure all your old friends and neighbors got to see your new look. 

"Diaper butts don't get pants." 

That's what your new mommy said, and Daddy just smacked your diapered butt for emphasis. 

Like a grown down version of horseplay, he was always tousling your hair, smacking your poofy butt, or play-wrestling you down for a tickle and diaper check. 

"Uh oh, looks like mah boy's wet." The man's eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you. Salt and pepper hair in a buzz cut topped an athletic frame, stuffed into jeans and a polo shirt. He was leading you toddling down the path, making a circuit around the park. A parade of all your infantilized glory, diaper bag included. Mommy held your other hand, the pastel carousel baby animal bag slung crosswise over her shoulder like a baby bandolier. Both hands taken, no way out. 

"Oh look, aren't those your friends shooting hoops?" asked Mommy. 

"Whaddya say bud?" asked Daddy in tha enthusiastic voice reserved for young children. "You wanna play a round with your old pals? Shirts versus diapers?" 

It was a Dad joke. Of course he didn't expect you to run the court with your diaper hanging to your knees. But that didn't mean they didn't drag you over for all the guys to gawk at. Of course they smiled and cooed in front of mommy and daddy, but you could hear the hysterical laughter as you were walked away. The phone calls, and exclamations of "dude, you gotta see this!" You were sure they were taking pictures or recording you. The only dribbling you'd be doing was right into your thick padding. 

"I think he's getting cranky," said Mommy, when you began to cry. "Good thing I brought the stroller."

Soon you were parading through the park for round two, now in a stroller, and everyone who had missed the photo opp the first time now had their second chance.

How could you ever forget that day? Any chance of hiding what you really were was gone. Any chance of being seen as an adult, of being allowed to choose for yourself was gone. This was the dividing line between being able to tell yourself that you only wore diapers because you liked them, and having to admit that you no longer had that choice. 

You had become a passive participant in your own life, pushed along in nothing but a t-shirt and soggy diaper. Your legs forced apart by squishy padding. Your body held down by the five point resraints. 

You felt like you were in a car with the brake lines cut, careening over the rails that so carefully guarded your private life from your public. 

A binky was shoved into your mouth to quiet your cries as you were pushed ever onward. No going back, nothing to hide behind. 

And the thing was, you'd loved showing off your diapers. Before you were adopted, you were alway posting photos of yourself online. Always got off on seeing the view count increase. But not like this. Not in person, with people who knew you, people who didn't get off to diaper obsessed adults sucking their thumbs and soiling their pampers.

The gut wrenching fears and anxieties of getting caught were all coming true, but your body still reacted as it always did when you had an audience. You could already feel your arousal pressing against your diaper. Unable to cover yourself, you were certain everyone could see. 

But if they did, no one reacted. While you were sweating balls, afraid that someone would point out your obvious boner, a crowd of neighborhood soccer moms was gathering and cooing. The soccer game took an unofficial time out while the players pointed and laughed. And your new parents were eating it up. 

"What a cutie!"

"How long have you had him?"

"Looks like the little guy needs a change!" 

"Do you guys need a babysitter?" 

The enthusiasm was unexpected.The attention was unwanted. If you felt uncomfortable then, it was about to be a lot worse. 

"Time for a diaper change, little guy!" said Daddy with a smile. Mommy pulled her diaper bag around front, holding the zipper like she was holding a loaded weapon. 

"Won't this be fun?" 

Your eyes went wide as she produced your changing pad and laid it out on the grass. 

"Not here! Everyone will see!", you yelled, spitting out your pacifier. It was just placed back into your mouth by your smiling Daddy. 

"Silly baby. Everyone already knows. All those videos and pictures. Those constantly puffy pants that could only belong to a diaperbutt. You're kidding yourself if you think anyone didn't already know." 

"It's okay little one," said Mommy as she laid you down on changing pad, "we know you love it. You love getting new watchers. Let's keep that up."

She untaped the diaper tapes one by one as you flailed your arms. You couldn't speak so it was all you could do to show your alarm. 

Daddy and Mommy smiled as the yellowed diaper front was pulled down to reveal your erect penis, still dripping dribblets of pee onto the padding below. The audience cooed.  

Let's keep that up. She could have been referring to your hard on or your popularity. Probably both. 

"Every day another person will find out that our little boy is a big diaper baby who pisses his pants all day every day, and only makes sticky in his thick padding." 

You shook your head but you knew you couldn't negate her words. You had been sentenced to life in diapers, and there was no going back. 

And as she wiped your freshly shave balls and ass clean of piss, you could feel it coming. God no. Please don't let it happen here. You squeezed your eyes shut as the wipes brushed against your throbbing cock. You were barely  holding back and all it took was the lightest touch to set you off. 

They say you see the worst moments of your life in slow  motion. You could almost count the droplets of white milky liquid that flew into the air, followed by  stream of spunk that covered your tummy and pooled in your belly button. And you would have your chance to do that again and again if you wanted to because like all your precious moments thereafter, this one was captured on video. 

You could never forget that day because you got to relive it every Christmas. Every time a friend came over. Any time Mommy and Daddy had an excuse to break out the video reel to gush about their gushing baby. 

You hated this. But you also loved it. All anyone ever had to do to confirm was take a glance at your tented diaper.