Daily Free-Write February 12, 2020 (Patreon)

This is a continuation of February 11, 2021 “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 5”

Frank woke up as the light from the window streamed over his face. He held a hand up and blinked at the brightness.

“Ugh..” he said sitting up. He went to tell Leandra to let down the shades, but he was alone. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawned. He would have gone right back to sleep if he didn’t have to piss like a racehorse. Then he got out of bed and was immediately reminded of what he was wearing. A diaper – thankfully dry – with Gerard’s signatures on each tape. He considered just taking it off and getting in the shower, but he knew he had to prove he didn’t use it. It was stupid, but he decided to just get it over with and go looking for Gerard or Leandra.

He spotted some clothes on the dresser. Leandra must have left them for him. At least they were something he actually needed.

Gerard and Leandra were already in the kitchen chatting and drinking coffee. They giggled at the sight of Frank wandering in in clothes that were just a little bit to big for him. He looked like a kid who had raided Daddy’s dresser.

“What’s so funny?” said Frank annoyed that they were already so awake and chipper.

“Nothing, you just look cute is all,” said Leandra.

“Not my fault they don’t fit,” said Frank. “You’re getting me new clothes today, right?”

“Sure am,” said Gerard. “I’ll need your pants and shirt that you wore here to make sure I can match the sizes easily,” he said.

“Yeah, sure, they’re in the bedroom,” he said. “Leandra can get them for you.”

“Yeah, no. You’ll be getting those yourself, buddy,” said Leandra, raising her eyebrows and taking a sip. Her hair was still down, she was wearing the same dress she’d had on last night, and she looked positively radiant. She reminded Frank of the girl he’d met in college. Something stirred within him, an attraction he’d long forgotten. He was brought out of this by Gerard’s warm voice.

“Let’s see how you did,” he said, getting off his seat and reaching for Frank’s pants.

Frank pulled back. “I can do it myself!”

He then hesitated a moment as he held his own hand over the button. He was really doing this. He pulled them down, and looked away, blushing.

“There. See?”

“Good job, buddy,” said Gerard. “You stayed dry all night!”

Frank twisted up his face, embarrassed at being praised for something that most people over three could do without a problem. “Now can I take them off and go to the bathroom? I’ve gotta piss like a racehorse.”

“Yeah, sure,” said Gerard, looking at Leandra and chuckling. “You don’t have to ask my permission to use the bathroom.”

Frank’s face went red. “I didn’t… you…” His mouth flapped like a fish as he realized what he’d done. He might as well have pulled Gerard into the bathroom with him to supervise.

Gerard had already turned to Leandra and started speaking. “Does he need to wear during the day too?”

“N-no,” started Frank, but Leandra spoke over him.

“Oh, he’ll be fine, I think. As long as he has access to the bathroom it shouldn’t be a problem. He’s just got a small bladder.”

“I gotta go,” he finally said, realizing that his bladder probably wouldn’t hold out long enough to explain himself. He was fully aware that he was just proving her point but he couldn’t fight nature and didn’t want to piss himself in front of them trying.

“Looks like he’s already got the right idea,” he said to Leandra. “Boy, you weren’t wrong about him. He’s gonna be easy to convert. Sure is cute like that,” he added, already thinking about the kinds of clothes he would get the guy.

“You know, I have to agree,” said Leandra, laughing behind her hand. “Cuter than he is most days. I think it suits him. Maybe it’s time we start adding some more things to the shopping list.”

Gerard grinned and stood up. “I’ll grab the shopping list.”

By the time Frank came back Gerard was gone.

“Is it just us now?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said Leandra. “Gerard is out shopping.”

“Oh,” said Frank. “I didn’t get to put anything on the list.”

“No worries,” said Leandra, barely containing a smirk. “I told him what you need.”

“Hey, what was up with last night when you said I needed diapers? You know that’s not true.”

“What would you like me to tell him, that you tried it to be naughty?”

Frank’s eyes went wide, as he thought about how much worse that sounded.

“I was just covering your ass since he noticed your diaper when you came in,” she continued. “You should be thanking me.”

“Yeah, but… did he really have to see me getting changed?”

“Yes,” she said simply, and left it at that.

He shook his head and wandered off to the living room to watch TV.

Meanwhile, Gerard was checking his list, having just arrived to the grocery store.

“Let’s see… beer, wine, apple juice for the little guy…”

After he stocked the cart up with food, he wandered over to the boys’ clothing section. While Frank was flipping through the channels, Gerard was combing through the boys’ section looking for the most kiddish clothing he could find in Frank’s size, sending pictures of his favorites to Leandra for a second opinion. “This ought to do nicely,” said Gerard, holding up Frank’s shirt to a shirt emblazoned with cartoon characters. He and Leandra were both excited to see how Frank would look in his new outfits. His boyish good looks would go well with it, almost like they were finally finding the clothes he was meant to be in. Gerard found himself chubbing up at the thought as he wheeled his way to the checkout counter.