Daily Free-Write December 20, 2020 (Patreon)

This is the conclusion of November 2, 2020 "Padded Armor'" 

The young dark-haired adventurer blushed, a tinge of red coloring his chiseled features as he was led out of the blacksmith's shop in nothing more than a linen shirt and a thick, messy diaper. The Blacksmith's gloved hand kept the seat of his diaper pressed against his butt as he was walked over to the potion maker's shop. 

"What's at the potion maker's?" asked the younger man. 

The older blacksmith smiled. 

"You need supplies... for your adventures. You are an adventurer, aren't you?"

The younger man just nodded, and looked down at his diaper. He felt naked without his armor and imagined that everyone was staring him. There was also the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants. 

"Sir, are you sure it's okay that I'm without pants?" 

"Of course it is. No one will mind. Anyway don't worry about that," he said, rubbing the slick surface of the adventurer's diaper. "Just concentrate on how good it feels to be in your comfortable cloth protection.

The knight began to pant. With every step, he could feel the mess in the back of his seat, and the warm soggy piss soaked cloth pressed and massaged his erection. He got a waft of piss and cum that only made him feel more aroused. 

"Unnn... uhnnnn!!!" The young man stopped and nearly doubled over, holding the front of his diaper and bringing his knees together as much as it would allow. He was practically cross eyed as he his diapers with a fresh coating of semen.

"Oh my, lad. You must be very sensitive down there." The blacksmith was close to cumming himself as he watched the handsome adventurer struggle to walk without setting his erection off. The yellow spot in the front of the diaper grew larger. "That's the effect of this special garment. But worry not, we're here at the potion shop. I'm sure he can get you everything you need for your adventures and even help with your little accidents, even the sticky ones." 

The blacksmith said this loud enough for anyone to hear as he shepherded the young adventurer into the potion shop. 

Behind a long counter stood a portly bald-headed man, looking though a magnifying lens at some small glittering stones. As soon as the two entered, he stood up. His eyes locked onto the younger adventurer's crotch and never strayed as he greeted them. 

"Well met young... ah... man... Oh my... and... ah..." 

"Hello, potion master, have you forgotten your old friend the blacksmith?"

"Oh, yes, hello hello. I see you've, ah... sold the lucky lad the cloth of Allinone. A rare item indeed!" 

"Eyes up here, potion master. We have some shopping to do for the young lad. He's an adventurer you see, but one who's been having accidents in his breaches and armor. What potions do you have that might help him on his journeys?" 

The potion master snapped out of it and smiled. He knew exactly what to get. Nothing beat the look of a heroic man suddenly stripped of his clothing and put into such a childish garment.

"No need to be embarrassed, young man," said the potion master. "I'm sure that garment feels wonderful on you. And look, it's already cleaning itself!" 

Sure enough the garment was back to its original pristine white. The adventurer was relieved. But it was only moments before he sprung yet another erection.

"No, no, not agai-uunnnnhhhhh." The man's knees buckled again and it was only the grip of the blacksmith that kept him from falling down. 

"Please... sirs... make it stop. It's t-too much..." 

"There there, lad, calm down." The blacksmith hugged the man from behind, resting his gloved hand against the bulge of the man's diaper as it began to grow warm once more. "I'm sure the potion master has what you need."

"Yes, indeed! You've come to the right place. Come closer, We'll have you sorted out in no time." 

The potion master mixed a concoction right then and there for the young man. Soon he held up a small glass of silvery liquid.

"Take this, lad. This will help with your, uh... excessive emissions."

"What does it.. ahh..." the man felt another involuntary shudder course through his body as he squirted another rope of semen into his diaper. "Give it here... Let me have it." 

"Here, lad, let me." The bearded blacksmith grabbed the glass and set it against the adventurer's lips. The man tilted his head back and swallowed the concoction. A drop of silver ran down his chin and the blacksmith caught it on his gloved finger, sliding it into the man's open mouth.

"Suck. I want you to drink every last drop. Good boy."

The man looked up at the blacksmith whose finger was still invading his mouth and blushed. Mercifully, though his heart was beating hard in the arms of this man, his erection began to subside. 

"Oh thank god... It's... Yes, I think it's working." The adventurer's relief soon turned to terror as his arousal came back with full force. His hands shot down to the front of his diaper and he be began to rub his bulge without any self control. 

"Oh no! What-what's happening? I'm so horny but my member it's... it's not responding at all!" 

"Yes, lad," said the blacksmith, as he felt the hero's massive tool shrink down to the size of a babe's. "That mean's the potion is working. Now you will no longer have a man's tool down there, so you shouldn't have to worry about soiling your pants with seed." 

"No please... I... I can't take it. I want to cum. I need to cum!"

"Oh dear," said the blacksmith. "The young man appears very sick. He's practically delirious. Is there anything you have that can help?" 

"Well, first we should probably restrain him so he doesn't hurt himself."

"I've got just the thing,' said the blacksmith. "Do you have any rope?

In no time at all, the young man had been stripped of the last of his clothing and tied down to the counter in nothing but his diaper. The blacksmith then put fingerless leather mitts over the poor adventurer's hands, even as he squirmed and struggled, trying to get any sort of stimulation to his unresponsive member. 

"Help... I need to... need to... Ohhhh...."

"Shhhhh...." said the blacksmith, quieting the man's complaints by massaging the front of his diaper. "There's a good lad." 

The adventurer was practically drooling as the Blacksmith continued his agonizingly slow ministrations. Whenever he thrust his hips forward, the blacksmith's hand would move as well, never allowing his shrunken member to get the stimulation it craved. 

"Here we go, boy. Open the hatch. This should calm your nerves."

The potion master poured a blue vial of liquid down the man's throat. The man stopped his struggles. 

"How is that, then?" asked the potion master.

The adventurer's face softened, and broke into a dumb grin.

"That was yummy..." 

"Do you feel any better?" queried the blacksmith.

"Much better thank you..." said the adventurer. 

"Are you ready to continue your adventures?" asked the blacksmith, grinning and winking at the potion master.

"Yes... uh... what adventures were those?"

"Didn't you know?" asked the potion master, surprised. "We have a quest for you right here in the back of my shop," 

The two men got to work untying the lad. 

"Yes," said the blacksmith, stroking his erection through his breaches. "Right in back. You've got to face the trial of the sword swallower. Only a brave adventurer like you can succeed." 

The two men led the smiling, giggling adventurer in the back. They couldn't wait to unsheath their swords so their eager adventurer could get to work on his newest quest.

"I like adventures..." 

"We know, lad, we know..."

The local townspeople laughed as yet another adventurer was paraded through town in nothing but a thick yellowed diaper. This one was handsomer than most, and they imagined he would be a favorite town toy for quite some time. But of course the two proprietors would get their turns first. As for the adventurer, he spent the rest of his days as a dumb happy horny pants pisser, humping his thick diapers and giggling as he continued his never ending quest to swallow all the swords in town.