Daily Free-Write October 21, 2020 (Patreon)

"Daaad! Come on! I know how to put on my own seatbelt."

"Safety first, son."

"Ugh. It's bad enough you make me wear a diaper on long car rides. I'm 18 and You treat me like a little kid!"

"You'll thank me when you have to pee and there's nowhere to stop, kiddo." Chester said, ruffling his son's hair.

"Whatever," said Ian, slouching and pouting as his dad walked around to the other side of the vehicle and stepped in.

"Off we go, to the wild blue yonder! Yahoo!" said his dad, starting up the car and driving them off to the lake.

The lake was a monthly tradition for Chester and his son. They had been doing it since Ian was old enough to walk, but Ian had unfortunately outgrown some of the more... infantile aspects of that tradition.

“Just you and me, kiddo! It’s gonna be a blast!” Chester said, over the sound of sing-along songs blasting on the speakers.

Ian just pouted.

“Oh, that’s right. You’re in your ‘moody teens’ now. It’s not ‘cool’ to hang out with your dad, huh?”

“No, it isn’t. Especially not when he thinks I’m still three!”

“You mean you’re not?” Chester gasped. “Well, this is just unbelievable. I’m going to have to give that stork a talking to!”

“Ugh. Daaaaad!”

An hour or so into the trip, and Ian was beginning to get antsy. His bladder was screaming for release, and there wasn’t a rest stop in sight.

“Uh, Dad? How far to the lake?”

“Another two hours, son. Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Ian bit his lip. “I kinda hafta go to the bathroom.”

“See, what did I tell you? Not even a third of the way there and you already have to go! Didn’t you go before we left, like I said?

Ian hadn’t.

“Well, go ahead, kiddo.”

“Daaad… Do I have to?”

“No, you don’t son. If you don’t want to use your diapers for their intended purpose, then you can just hold it til we get there.”

Ian groaned. This is what he was afraid of. Every time his dad put him in diapers, he began to treat him like an infant. And, unfortunately, he would always end up having an accident and proving his dad right. There was no getting around it. These little day trips always meant a day in diapers, and he knew this day would be no different.

He decided to get it over with. He opened his legs, and with a groan of relief, he let it go.

“There ya go, son!” said his Dad, patting him on the shoulder and causing him to clench up again.

Ian winced at the pain of stopping his urine mid-stream and tried to start it up again, but couldn’t. His bladder had emptied just enough to take some of the pressure off, but he knew that wouldn’t last long.

“Have some more juice, son. You don’t want to get dehydrated, now. Remember what your dad always says. Safety first!”

Ian said it in unison with his dad, but with far less enthusiasm. He took the bottle of juice and drank it down, in the most gloomy manner he could muster. Having a firefighter and survival expert as a father meant endless lectures and safety drills. It also meant that his dad was incredibly buff, big enough to pick Ian up and carry him up to the changing table when he didn’t want to cooperate, such as before today’s trip, or pretty much any night that he tried to stay up late without protection.

Almost immediately he felt the effects of the juice triggering another rush of pee into his diaper. Which caused his dad to take note and encourage him to take another drink. It was an endless cycle, and by the time they go to the lake, Ian’s diaper was full to bursting. He waddled out of the car after his dad unbuckled him, looking like he was acting in a cowboy-western movie.

“Oh boy,” said Chester. “Bigger boys means bigger accidents, I guess. Let’s get you changed!”

He opened the hatch back and cleared off some space for his son to lay down in.

“Daaaad! You aren’t really gonna change me in the parking lot. Can’t I have some privacy?”

“We can stand here and discuss it all day, or I could just do this,” Chester said, as he picked Ian up and deposited him into the back of the vehicle, right onto his back.

“I knew these snap pants were a good investment!” said his father, quickly opening Ian’s shorts and assessing the damage.

Ian blushed as his dad pawed at his squishy padding. He batted at his dad’s hands but it did little to dissuade him. His eyes went wide as he saw what his dad planned to change him into.

“Those are way too thick!” he complained.

“I thought you wanted privacy, but you sure are making a lot of noise son.”

Ian remembered that they were in a semi-public area, and people could hear him. That shut him up pretty quickly.

“And yes, I packed your extra thick nighttime diapers. You’re daytime ones are just not enough now that you’re getting bigger.”

Chester deftly carried out the change, removing the soggy diaper, wiping his boy off, and getting him into the extra thick padding usually only reserved for evening wear. Then he grabbed a plastic swim diaper with little fishes and cute animals splashing around.

“What is that?” Ian cried in surprise.

“It’s a swim diaper, kiddo! Just in case you fall in the water.

“It looks like it’s for babies!”

“Don’t worry, about it. It’ll be under your shorts. No one will see!”

Arguing was pointless. In short order he was slathered in sunblock and covered in a puffy life vest that hugged his upper torso as tightly as his puffy diapers hugged his waist.

His waddle out to the lake was embarrassing, and he didn’t like the looks he got from the other people as they passed by.

“Why is he dressed like that, mommy?” asked one little girl, as they passed.

“Shh, sweetie. What did I tell you about asking questions?”

He just looked down and whimpered as his dad led him forward by the hand.

“Okay, kiddo. Stand back and watch the magic happen!”

Chester pulled a chord on the little box in his hands and tossed it at the water. It sprung out into a full size dinghy.

“Wow! How did it do that?!” said his Dad, looking at Ian as if it was the most incredible magic trick in the world.

“I’ve seen it before, Dad,” said Ian, rolling his eyes and stepping onto the boat.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Now get in the boat, diaper butt!"

His dad smacked his but emitting a loud crinkle and he spun around, his face bright red as he checked to make sure no one saw. 

"Geez, Dad. How long are you gonna treat me like a little kid," he asked, as he stepped in and sat down. 

His father appraised him with a serious look. Then he bent down and ruffled Ian's hair.

"You'll always be my little boy son.  No matter how 'old' you get. Now off we go!" 

"Great." said Ian, crossing his arms and frowning. He could only hope the next 18 years of his life didn't involve diapers and dinghys.