Daily Free-Write November 26, 2020

CW: Assault, Punishment, Harsh

That's it. The feeling of just letting go. Wetting myself and not caring. 

That's how I relax. Melting into the couch and just pissing and drinking root beer and pissing more 

That's why I wear diapers. Not because I need them, but because I just like to piss. And that's the problem. 

"I thought I told you to wear pants in the living room," said Zack as he walked in. He was my stepson and supposedly wanted to 'make' something of himself.  He was also something of a little dweeb who thought theat he had any say in what went on in this house. 

"You did." I said grinning, opening my legs wide, and then pushing to flood my diapers even faster so he could watch the damp patch spread. 

"Ugh. Gross." He shook his head. "I don't know what my mom sees in you."

"Different strokes." I replied. "Besides, it's not like you had to marry me. You want to make something of yourself, right? Feel free to move out." 

He just rolled his eyes and shook his head. It was a cheap shot, I know. He was working and going to trade school to be an electrician. And me? I was a kept man. All I had to do was watch tv while my wife worked back to back shifts at the hospital. She'd seen plenty of diapers so my little quirk didn't bother her one bit. 

"Hey, wait. Come back. I'm sorry," I called out after him. He wasn't falling for my fake apology. I peeled myself off the couch and followed him into the kitchen in nothing but my wet diaper. 

"Hey listen, man. I'm really sorry about that. It wasn't fair."

He looked at me with half closed eyes. He was waiting to see where this was going and he was right to do so.

"Hey, your mom isn't going to back tonight so I don't have anyone to change my wet diapers. Will you do it?" 

I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and waddled toward him. My diapers were beginning to drip on the floor. 

"Hey, gross, get away from me, creep!" 

He backed away and I circled around him. Unfortunately for him this led him to back up right over a puddle of my piss. He slipped and fell onto the floor, and then I had him. 

As soon as he was down, I was on top of him, straddling his face so my soaked diaper was over it.

"Agh! Get that away from me! No!" I just smiled as pee began to leak out the legholes and drip onto his cheeks. I began bouncing my diaper on his face. His arms were pushing against me and he was flailing but I was too heavy. 

"Mmfff! Mmfff!" 

I laughed. 

"What a matter, son? Can't talk shit now can ya?" 

I started bouncing up and down giving him little breaths of air between bounces. Some of my piss was running down the outside of his diaper and because he was making so much noise, it dripped right into his mouth. I knew as soon as he began hacking and retching. 

"Thirsty? I've got a lot more where that came from." I laughed some more, enjoying watching him squirm. But I was missing my show. and my legs were tired. I stepped up off of him.

"Thanks for the workout, kid! We'll have to do this more often!"

He looked at me wide eyed, his hair messed up and slicked down with pee. 

"You're crazy!" 

I just laughed. 

He ran away like the dweeb he was. I heard the front door slam, and his car took off. 

I smiled. Then I looked down at my drenched diapers. I really should change, I thought. But the couch was calling my name, and the cushions would have plenty of time to dry before my wife got back from her shifts. I smiled and headed back out into the living room to rub my diaper and watch more Pirates vs. Vikings, History Channel's newest "What If" series. 

The doorbell rang a few minutes later. It was the pizza guy with an extra large pizza and a two liter bottle of root beer. I answered the door in nothing but my sopping wet diaper. The delivery guy looked horrified. 

"Here's your money," I said reaching into my diaper and pulling out a wet wad of 1s. The order was 12.10 and I gave him twelve ones exactly, pressing them into his hands when he held them up. 

"Oh, looks like I'm a little short. I keep the coins in the back,  I said, reaching for the back of my diaper.

"No, no! Keep it! I'm out of here!" The man ran off as fast as he could to his car and drove off. That'd humble him a bit. I didn't really know the guy but he looked like he needed humbling. 

I smiled as I brought the pizza back in and cracked the 2 liter of root beer. 

I took a break from chugging it and let out a big belch when I heard the doorbell ring again. 

"What now?" I held up the sides of my diaper which was now ready to fall off and waddled to the door. "Hello?" 

"Nile delivery service!" said the man at the door. 

"Oh great, my diaper is here! What took you so long? Look at how long I've been waiting!"  

I gestured toward my destroyed diaper and he cracked a smile. Began laughing so hard I thought he was going to piss himself. I was less amused. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, asshole."

I shut the door in his face as he continued to point and laugh. So my performance didn't have the shocking effect I'd hope for. Can't win em all. It didn't matter because my new diaper was finally here. It was a DryBrief 3000, a revolutionary high tech self-cleaning diaper. With this, I'd never have to clean up after myself or get off of the couch at all. And that suited me just fine. My wife was going to kill me when she checked her bank account, but oh well. Worst case scenario we'd have to split half of everything, which would still leave me with more than I came with.

My diapers were barely holding onto my hips at this point. A little tug and my soggy pamps plopped to the ground. I stepped out of the soaked garment and ripped open the package. Packing material? Floor. Instructions? Who needs em. I tossed the box to the ground as well and held my prize in my hand. It was white all over. The backing was soft buttery plastic but I knew it was as tough as teflon. Nothing would poke a hole in these puppies. There were no tapes - the diaper must be self-adjusting. I didn't see any buttons or controls, so I stepped into the puffy brief and pulled it up.

"Huh. Nothing happened. It's pretty thin, too." I was disappointed. I expected flashing lights, settings, an A.I. assistant. Anything. I sighed and walked back over to the couch leaving all the trash on the floor for the dweeb or the nurse to take care of - whichever came home first. 

"Great. What a rip. Well, I might as use it before I toss it." 

I laid back on the soggy couch and chugged the rest of my two-liter. I sat up and belched. I started to munch on my pizza. Pretty soon I felt the pee coming. I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling that burning sensation build at the base of my cock. Feeling that pee come and make its way further and further, my cock tensing up for just a second before it burst forth from my cockhead, flooding the thin garment. 

"Ohhh yeahhh.... I bet this thing will leak in no time at all." 

I tried to flood faster to speed up the output of urine and flood these stupid diapers as quickly as possible. As soon as I destroyed them, I could throw them out to join their companion and put on a real diaper. I smiled as I pictured my exhausted wife coming back from another shift exhausted, only to find another big pile of diapers to clean up. I snickered to myself. I kept peeing. 

"Huh... that's strange..." 

I felt the outside of my diaper and it was still not drinking. It was holding all the liquid inside. It was swelling. From the outside it looked completely dry, but it had swollen up nicely, probably puffing out an extra half inch in every direction. Almost as big as some of the thicker premium diapers out there.

"Not bad," I said.

"Compensating."

"Huh? What was that?" I looked around. 

"Increasing expected urination volume by 1000%. Increasing expected frequency by 1000%" 

The soft female voice came from the diaper, which continued to grow. Now it was at least an inch bigger on every side, bulging out as large as any other diaper on the market, stuffer included. 

"Increasing maximum permitted volume." 

"Hey! Cool! It does talk. Diaper, heed my words. I am your master!" 

I giggled a bit. Well this would be a fun game. Looks like I would see how far I could push this thing. I ran, or rather waddled, to the kitchen with the empty two liter. I filled it up with water and began to chug some more.

"Take that, bitch!" 

I stood there and sighed as I continued to pee, massaging the bulge in front of my diaper. Now the diaper was as thick as a cloth diaper, bulging around on all sides. The plastic was shiny and swollen, but still no yellowing. I was simply amazed, and very horny. What would it take to fill this thing? 

Soon, my legs were beginning to get tired from the weight. I hadn't spent this long on my feet in quite some time.

"Okay, okay. You win." 

I had lost the battle with the diaper. It was too thick and heavy for me to enjoy now. I couldn't even feel anything when I pressed and rubbed the front, which was annoying. 

"Diaper. Clean up. Uh... self cleaning sequence activate. Hmm. Is there a button on this thing or...?" 

The diapers were supposed to clean themselves but I had no idea how to activate it.

"Fucking instructions. Why don't they say to read the instructions in the first place? Dumbasses." 

I tried to waddle over to the living room where the instructions were waiting on the floor, but the diaper was too heavy. I lurched forward and fell. The diaper literally brought me to my knees. 

"Ooof! This sucks!"

I would have to take them off for now. I grabbed the waistband and pushed. The diaper had adjusted for the perfect fit and the plastic hugged my waist tightly. Usually the plastic of diapers had some give, enough for me to shimmy them off if I needed to. This plastic did not seem to stretch at all no matter how hard I tugged. 

"Ugh! I can't get it off!" 

I tried to stop peeing so the diaper wouldn't grow any more but I with my rapidly feeling bladder it was only seconds before the overwhelming urge to pee became too much. I winced as I inched forward toward my goal. I was already out of breath and covered in sweat by the time I got into the living room. I felt my bladder spasm and a burning pain caused me to cry out as I once again began to piss my diapers like a racehorse. They now looked like they had been inflated like a balloon. It was ridiculous - cartoonish. But the instructions were almost within reach. 

Then, the door opened, and in walked Zack, along with a huge muscular dude in skin tight jeans and tall black boots who looked like he could pick his teeth with a guy like Zack. They both looked angry, the larger one was red faced and looked even more outraged than my step-son if that was possible. 

"Little help here, guys? I need the instructions. Well? What are you waiting for dumbasses? There over there!" I pointed toward the crumpled booklet lying beside my last well used diaper. 

The stranger's boots made slow heavy steps toward the paper. He bent down. Picked it up. Looked at the paper.

Meanwhile Zack was looking on in utter disbelief, clearly trying to decide on the appropriate emotion to respond with as I lay there helpless in a giant balloon-diaper. 

"Hey, boy! Get a load of this! The asshole can't take off the diaper without the proper command!"

Zack hurried over and looked at the booklet in the man's hand as he thumbed through the pages. They looked at each other, then back at me with a nasty grin. 

"Hey! What's the hold up? I have to get this off." I began to whine as I felt an ominous rumble in my stomach. 

"What's a matter? Zack said you loved your diapers, asshole." The muscular guy looked down at me and smirked. His gaze held nothing but disdain. 

"Who the fuck are you anyway?" I asked, my cheeks burning red. 

I hated feeling judged, which is why I did my best to start off on the worst foot possible. At least I would be in control if I had them running. And this man was not running. 

"I'm Zack's master. He told me what a shit you are, and I came to see for myself. You're even more pathetic than I imagined."

"Fuck you, asshole! You and your pet dweeb can fuck off. This is my house." 

"Oh yeah, and who's gonna make us, diaper boy? You can't even move! Diaper, initiate voice recognition sequence."

"Speak." came the reply. 

He read from the manual.

"Hello, world. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Move the vat over the hot fire." 

"Voice calibrated."

"Diaper, lock out other voice commands. Change diaper voice to match my own. Initiate kiddo mode." 

"Kiddo mode initiated," said the diaper in the man's voice, as baby animals in diapers faded into existence on the plastic. "Somebody's a very wet boy." 

"Unhhh!" I groaned as the gurgling returned. I was suddenly hit by cramps. "Please! I'm gonna crap myself! Let me outta this thing!" 

The man looked at me for a minute and finally spoke. 

"Oh, I'll help you, but first you listen to me. There's gonna be some changes around here, diaper boy. To start off with, you'll be calling Zack and me Daddy from now on."

"What the fuck, man? That is fucked up! I'm not your boy. This is my house!" I was beginning to tear up. It wasn't fair how they were treating me.

The man spit at me and it landed in my hair.

"Shut up. You haven't earned the respect to be considered an adult. If you want me to help you so bad then you better learn quick. Doesn't look like you can hold in your poop much longer. You can start by saying yes, Daddy." 

I let out a fart and groaned as the pain returned worse than ever. 

"Yes, Daddy."

The man smiled.

"Good, there may be hope for you yet. I've got some paperwork for you to sign. I'll leave it here for you to look over. Take all the time you need. I'm going to take my boy out for a nice relaxing spa-day after what you did to him. We'll be back later to check on you."

He produced a stack of paper stapled at the corner and dropped it by my head. Then he turned on his heel and walked toward the door with his arm around my step-son's waist. 

"Wait! I thought you said you were going to help me?"  

"I am helping you, boy. Diaper, turn off cleaning sequence. Turn on punishment mode. Hold until further instruction." 

I cried out as I felt something zap my balls, and the shock caused me to fill my diapers.

Daddy Zack called back over his shoulder as they walked out of the house.

"See ya later, diaper bitch!"

I just grunted and moaned as my bowels spasmed and warm muck continued to fill the back of my diapers.