Daily Free-Write December 1, 2020 (Patreon)

"Hey, do you smell that?" 

Jeremiah and Jake were walking around the abandoned heart of downtown crunching gravel under their feet as they took a shortcut through the soon to be demolished mall when they smelt it. 

Jake noticed first. It was the oddest thing but he could swear it smelt like...

"Baby Powder..." 

"Huh. I don't smell anything." said Jeremiah. "H-hey... why are you sucking your thumb, Jake? Hello? Anybody home?" 

Jeremiah looked on in shock as Jake fell down on the ground and began to giggle, grabbing his feet and rocking back and forth. 

"What are you..." 

"Hnnnngggggg...." *Blort* *Crinkle* Jeremiah's eyes went wide as three things became immediately apparent. 

First, his roommate had lost all sense of self and self control. Second, he had crapped his pants. The bulk between his legs suddenly made a lot more sense.

"Wait a sec. You're not seriously wearing a diaper, are you?" 

His roommate didn't answer. He was deep in baby space, or as some liked to call it 'gagaland'. 

"Well well well, look's like we caught ourselves a couple o tresspassers." 

Jeremiah whipped his head around to see a couple of mall punks wearing masks. One held an open bottle of talcum powder, and the other held a diaper in his hand. 

"At least one of them is properly dressed."

"Who are you?" 

The two punks didn't seem to hear Jerry's questions as he called out to them.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Did you have anything to do with this?" 

It was then that Jerry noticed they were wearing ear buds. He suddenly became aware of a low droning noise, and the sound of words just below it. This sound was broken only by the occasional crinkle, though he couldn't tell when it originated from his roommate, the diaper one of them was holding, or the sound system which would normally pump out musak for mallgoers to enjoy. 

"Powder him, Paul!" 

Jerry deftly dodged a cloud of powder and put as much distance from himself and the mall punks as he could. He stuck his fingers in his ears to drown out the noise.

"I'm sorry, Jake!" he yelled a he ran for the street. 

The two punks watched Jeremiah run off and shook their heads.

"Some friend you've got, huh?" 

one of them looked down at the drooling young man with the big dopey smile. 

"I made boom boom!" yelled Jake. 

"Well damn, this one's already diapered!" 

"You're kidding!" the taller of the two punks, a guy named ralph with bright green liberty spikes walked up to the prone Jake and pulled open his waistband. "No you are not. Well, looks like we got a natural born diaperbutt. That saves us a lot of trouble. Get out the changing mat." 

Jeremiah went to sleep that night worried about his friend and roommate. 

"Where are you dude? Call me when you get this!" 

He hung up his phone. He had left six voice mails and not one was returned. He decided to do a little poking around his roommate's room, curious about just what was going on with him.

Everything looked normal. Some beer bottles cluttered the nightstand. a dirty shirt tossed over the back of a chair. Band posters on the wall. He knew he shouldn't look through the guy's stuff but he couldn't help being curious. He wasn't disappointed either. In a drawer at the bottom of the dresser were several packs of diapers. And these weren't baby diapers either. They were sized for someone like him. Like him? Why was he thinking like that?

"Find anything interesting?" came a voice from behind him. 

"Aah!" Jeremiah jumped and spun around. "Jake! Oh... thank goodness. I was very worried."

"About what, dude?"

"The mall? Those punks? The uh.. powder incident?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I would like to ask you what you're doing in my room. And why you're holding a diaper."

"Wha?" Jerry looked down and saw that he had snatched a diaper without even meaning to and was now holding it in a death grip with his hand. 

"Oh, shi- er.. I- this isn't what it looks like. I was just..."

"It's okay, dude. If you wanted to try one one, you could have just asked." 

"What? No! No thank you... I mean what's going on? You're acting really weird, Jake..."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Just relax." 

Jake reached into his pocket and fished out a bottle of powder. It looked identical to the one the punks had. He stepped forward with a crinkle and shook it out at his roommate. A large cloud of powder filled the room. 

"Hey... wait... what's...." 

Jerry's knees were getting weak, and he suddenly found that the floor looked very inviting. 

"There you go. Just relax, bud. Trust me, you're gonna love this." 

Back at the mall the two punks were finishing a few phonecalls. 

"Do you think he's got the guy diapered by now?"

"With all those voicemails he left, he got at least a minute or two of time listening to diaperbutt's new voicemail. I'd say that's probably true. I'm sure they'll both be ready and waiting when Little Miracles shows to pick them up. 

Little Miracles. A very special adoption program that they just happened to contract for. All they had to do was turn up a new foundling every week and they got a guaranteed paycheck, no quesitons asked. 

"We're in for a bonus with this twofer." said the tall green-haired punk. His squat pink-haired companion snort-laughed and rubbed a hard on through his distressed denim jeans. 

"Hehe, I wonder if we could babysit sometime. I thought mr. blort butt was pretty fun to play with." 

"You're such a pervert, dude. That's why I like you." 

The two punks made out and rubbed each other through their jeans. If there was one thing they loved more than making money it was diapering innocent and unsuspecting guys. If work is that much fun, can you really call it work?