Daily Free-Write September 17, 2020

He loosened his tie. He cursed to himself. 

"Fuck this stupid fetish. Fuck. Why did I even want this?" 

All he wanted was for someone to tuck him in at night and kiss him on the head. 

Off came the tie. Off came the jacket. Off came the shirt. Just him and the ocean. The sun going down. 

He had lost control again. After months of going without one, he'd caved.  

He reached his hand down, and felt the diaper between his legs. His guilt was held at bay by his incredible horniness. He was nothing but a big cub.

He closed his eyes and imagined a tall Raccoon-man peering down at him. Lifting his sunglasses. Brushing his cheek with his whiskers. 

"Hey, baby boy. Shh. It's okay. Daddy's got you." 

"Daddy..." he whined as he began to tent in his diaper front, rubbing the plastic faster. 

"Look at all those big boy clothes you were wearing. Why did you stop halfway through? Hmm?"

He moaned and unbuttoned his pants, imagining the furred paws doing it to him. 

"So quiet, little one. That's okay. You don't need to talk. Daddy will take care of everything." 

"Yes, Daddy... take care of your little cub..."

He shucked off his shoes and socks. Brought down his pants. Now standing in just a diaper leaning against his car. Just him and the ocean. The sound of heavy breathing, waves crashing, plastic crinking. He imagined the raccoon taking out a big diaper bag. 

"Looks like somebody needs a change!" Daddy said, cupping his wet padding. "Do you want to come with Daddy, sweetie?"

"Yes...please..."

He was close now. So close. He screwed his eyes down tighter.

"Use your words, sweetie. Say, 'I believe in Daddy, and I want you to take me away"

This fantasy was becoming oddly specific, but he was past the point of no return.

"I believe in Daddy, and I want you to take me home!" 

"Good boy..." he could feel the breath whisper in his ear. The tickle of whiskers on his cheek. The paw pressing the front of his diaper. And he blew.

"Ohhhh...." he moaned. "Daddyyyyyyy!" 

He exploded into his diaper, pumping it full of cum for a good 30 seconds. He lay against the car panting. Allowing the afterglow to slowly recede, leaving behind a feeling of disgust, and the desire to get out of the wet and spooged diaper as quickly as possible. 

"Let's go, honey,"

He felt something warm and furry brush his stomach. His eyes shot open.

"What the..." 

Standing in front of him was an anthropomorphic racoon-man with a diaper bag slung over his shoulder, just like he'd imagined.

"You're..."

Daddy nodded. 

"Go on then, say it."

"Daddy? No, you can't be. You're not real!"

"Yes, little one. Its me," said Daddy, grabbing his chin and staring right into his eyes. 

The human man backed away, completely bewildered. He quickly stooped to grab his pants, but the anthropomorphic creature kicked it away. 

"Ah ah ah. You just out of those big boy clothes. You're not getting them back *now*." 

"B-but."

"You won't need them where we're going." 

"Wh-" 

The racoon-man grabbed the young human and jerked him in a direction he couldn't comprehend. He felt himself tumbling. Tumbling. Tumbling. 

"Oof!" he said, landing on his back on a large padded mat. He looked around. He was about waist level with the impossible creature. They were in a bathroom stall. The raccoon unzipped the oversized diaper bag and pulled out a diaper. He wasn't on a matt. It was a changing table!

"Where? H-How?" Was all he managed to get out. 

"Well, Ryan," said Daddy. "You're right. I'm not real. At least not in your world. That's why I brought you here. You did ask for it, after all." 

Ryan was totally lost. Daddy, however, was on a mission. To get Ryan changed and into a clean diaper. He went for the tape sand pulled them off. 

"Whoa!" said Ryan, feeling very exposed. 

"Shh, little one. It's nothing I haven't seen before. Yes," he said, lowering the man's hands and pulling down the front fo the diaper. "That was me all those times." 

Ryan yelped at the touch of a cold wipe running over his crotch. The racoon work fast. If what he said was true, he'd had plenty of practice. He pulled the diaper out from under the blushing man, and brought out another. 

"Oh, no. I don't wear after I... after I..." 

"Cream your pampers?" asked the raccoon, chuckling. "Well, that's about to change, sweetie. Because these are going to be your underwear from now on."