Daily Free-Write August 26, 2020

"Hey buddy, your, uh, underwear is showing." Said the older bearish guy riding beside me on the subway.

"Eh? Oh! Geez, thanks!" I replied, adjusting my shirt. Why did these things always ride up on me?

"Hey, I didn't say that was a bad thing. Honestly, I kinda wish you didn't fix it."

"W-huh?" My face must've turned five shades of red as I looked at this beefy dude with an obvious bulge in his shorts. 

"Mind if I help?"

I shook my head unable to speak, and he tucked the back of my shirt inside the fold of plastic peeking over my pants, then he hiked the diaper up a bit so everyone could see the cute designs that hinted at more beneath.

"Much better," he said, smiling. "Oh, I'm Jack by the way."

He reached out a big meaty hand which I shook. 

"N-nate." I said, unable to resist glancing back at my butt. 

"Don't worry about it, kid," he said, in a low voice. "is it okay if I ask you something? How often do you wear?"

"Not as much as I like. It's too expensive." 

"What if I told you you could be paid to wear diapers?"

"This isn't for porn, is it?"

"No, no, though I'm sure you'd do fine at that too." He gave me a wink causing me to blush once more. "Let me send you a little link, and you can check it out yourself."

I gave him my number and he said he'd send out the link once he had reception.

"This is my stop, kid. We can talk more if your interested!"

"Kay," I called back. As soon as he was out of sight I untucked my shirt and went to the next car. Whatever just happened was hot but it also completely embarrassing and I couldn't face the other passengers knowing what they had seen.

Later that day, I got a text on my phone from Jack. 

"Here's the link, kiddo. Lemme know when you're done and we can chat!"

I clicked the link, and it immediately took me to a scrambled page. I couldn't make heads or tails of it. I tried to click out of it but my phone seemed frozen. The noise over my earpod came back as static. This guy must've sent me a virus!

Fuming, I tried to power off my phone, but before I finished, a video began to play. The static resolved into a deep hum, as the screen swirled, drawing my eye. A rumbly male voice that instantly had me hard in my padding began to speak words that drilled directly into my mind.

"You want to wear diapers. Wear them all the time. You want to wear diapers 24/7. You can do it..."

The swirling and the voice seemed to fade into the background as a clean cut man walked onto the screen and began his high pressure pitch: "You can be paid to stay in pamps. All you have to do is sign up and you can have your own diaper business. Cut out the middle man, be the seller! For every diaper you sell, you will get a cut. And for every person you talk to who starts their own business, you will get a percentage. Sign up two people and your first box of diapers will already be paid for! Join now."

Once the video ended, the screen went back to normal and I snapped out of it, but I couldn't get my mind off the thought of wearing diapers full time. My heart was pounding and my diapers were painfully tight as my throbbing cock tried to bust its way right through the damp padding. When had I wet? It didn't matter. I immediately texted Jack. 

"I'm in! How do I sign up?"

My first box of diapers came in a box with "Pampway" on the side. Inside were dozens of different diapers of all types. This must've been the sample pack I ordered when I signed. I put one on and was amazed by the softness. Everything was perfect about the diaper. The feel of the plastic, the snug fit, even the thickness that made my pants bulge out in an unmistakable outline. I was hooked, and pretty soon, I began telling all my diaper friends about it. 

Some were skeptical, but when they saw the link they were hooked, and they too signed up to the plan.

Pretty soon, everyone I knew was in on the program and we were all wearing 24/7. The pamps quickly paid for themselves, but as for the money, well, there's the rub. Instead of getting money back, I actually got more diapers instead. And as I watched the motivational videos I became more and more motivated to wear and use each and every diaper I had.

The videos seemed like normal marketing pep talks, but every once in a while I'd catch that deep rumbly voice speaking just beneath the surface, and strange thoughts would come into my head. And after the videos ended, I often found my face covered in drool, and my diapers mysteriously filled and soaked to almost bursting. No matter, there was more where that came from. 

It's been a bit of an adjustment going 24/7 to be sure, but I'm happy Jack sent me that link. Let me send you a little link, and you can see what I'm talking about...