Daily Free-Write November 21, 2020

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

"Now what do we say, little man?"

The large tattooed man I now called Daddy growled down at me.

"I sowweee! I sowweee! I sowwee I wore undies, Daddy!"

The man stopped and pulled me into a cuddle-hug. He released the squeeze and looked down at me with a smile, then furrowed brow. 

"That's better baby boy. What were you thinking? You could've made a real mess!"

"I...*hic* I just thought *sniffle* if I could keep my undies dwy I'd get to keep them on!" 

"Oh, honey," Daddy, said, giving me another hug. "You'll always need diapers."

"But Daddy, I don't! But nobody will let me pwove it!" 

"Honey, we've been over this before. You need diapers. And I know you need diapers because your paperwork says you need diapers. You need this, honey. That's why you got a Daddy to take care of you."

I just buried my head in his thick chest and cried.

"Shhhh, honey. It'll e okay." He rubbed my back. 

"Now let's put you in a nice fresh diaper before you make a puddle on the floor. I think my lap is wet enough as it is."

How did I get here? Rewind one month. 

It was Saturday night and I was sitting at my computer doing the five knuckle shuffle. As usual, my Saturdays involved staying home and masturbating furiously instead of going out and doing whatever social people did.

I had a rule - no buying anything after 8 o' clock. Late night shopping usually meant horny shopping, and that meant spending way to much on things I didn't really want. But that's what happens when you think with your dick. And as was often the case, I was searching through yet another avenue of fetish gear. Last month it was chastity. Then it was sissy stuff. Sometimes I would just browse, fill my shopping cart on one site or another, and hten leave. Other times, I would put it on my card. I still had the dockdick cock extender that I only used once sitting in my drawer. 

That night, I was looking at all things ABDL and diaper related. I had gone to half a dozen sights and filled up the carts. Then on another tab I searched through BETSY to look at a few handcrafted ABDL accessories. My eyes fell across a little laminated 'potty license'. 

When I caught my breath I realized that I had just dropped a couple hundred bucks. er as I filled out the specifications. Name: Marky. Age: 23. Picture: I chose a picture that showed off my smile. Freckles. Short upturned nose. Buzz cut brown hair. Potty status: 'Permanently diaper dependent' Condiations: 'Must be accompanied to bathroom at all times. Must be changed by caregiver. Diapers mandatory.' 

I clicked the quik buy button and imagined myself stuck in diapers forever. 

"Fuck it," I said.

I clicked over to the Tykeytots website and clicked quick buy to order a month's supply of diapers and stuffers. Then, I came. 

When I cought my breath I realized that I had just dropped a couple hundred bucks. 

"Damnit. I did it again." 

A week later it all came. I had a hard time explaining to my roommates why a giant box had arrived at my door, but I just chose to say nothing, and brought it into my room ignoring their questioning looks. 

"Well," I said to myself, looking at the bags and bags of diapers, and the potty license that had arrived a day earlier. "I guess I should try one out." 

I tooke a deep breath and opened the bag to examine the first diaper. 

"It's so thick..."

I marveled at the thickness of the padding. Despite my apprehension, my cock was already chubbing up in my shorts. I unfolded the diaper and laid it down on the bed. Then, I opened up a bag of stuffers and grabbed an impossibly thick insert to add to the bulk. Finally, I laid down on top of it and pulled up the front. I was shuddering as I pulled the diaper taut enclosing my penis. I had to leave it sticking up since I was hard, and each tape I applied increased my arousal. The first tape made a loud noise as I unstuck it to tape it on front, and I paused, listening carefully for my roommates. I gulped and stuck it to the front of my diaper. I let out a soft moan, and my eyes felt like they were bugging out of my head wiht how hard my heart was beating. 

The next tape went on, and then a third. I was softly bucking my hips an squeezing my legs together by the time the fourth tape went on. No sooner had I taped it than I came hard. I let out an orgasmic shuddering moan as I shot volleys of cum up over the waistband of the diaper and all over my stomach. My shirt would have to be cleaned. 

After I was done, I immediately sat up embarrassed and took the diaper off. I threw it into my trashcan ashamed. What was I going to do with all these diapers? 

"Stupid," I said to myself, shaking my head. Then I took the license and looked at it one more time. It was pretty cute. I looked at it once and slipped it into my wallet. Then, I promptly forgot about it. 

To be continued...?