Daily Free-Write February 17, 2020 (Patreon)

Continuation of 11.1.20 “Brain Melter”

“Alright,” said Dane, “In we go, big fella!”

Jeff looked around at the tub. It was full of splashy water. He tried to touch it, but for some reason the guys batted his hands away. He looked at his puffy hands and laughed. They looked like cartoon hands. Jessie had put them on him. He didn’t know why. He was just enjoying his diapees, but the guys got upset when he enjoyed his diapees. He liked how the little stripes down the middle changed colors.

“Wheee!” he said, as the two guys heaved him into the tub.

“Hey! Watch it! He’s peeing everywhere!” said Jessie.

“Chill out, dude! It’s all good.”

“Easy for you to say. It’s MY trailer!” yelled Jessie.

Jeff began to cry out at the loud noises.

“I no wike woud noises.”

“Shhh shh, hey, calm down, Jeffy, you’re fine. It’s okay,” said Dane.

“Why you aww angy?” asked Jeff, still sobbing.

“We’re not angry. Not angry! See?” Dane smiled big and then looked back up to Jessie, smiling and nodding insistently.

Jessie took the cue and fake-smiled too. “Yeah. We’re all just one big happy family, dumbass,” he said, through his teeth as he kept on smiling.

“Hey look, a rubber duckie!” said Dane, grabbing a yellow bath toy and waving it in front of his stupefied friend’s face.

Jeff smiled and clapped his mitted hands as the bright yellow ducky waved back and forth, leaving yellow trailers behind it in a long bright stream. This was the best lightshow he’d ever seen.

“I’m glad he’s so easily amused,” said Jessie, crossing his arms in disapproval.

“Let’s just get him cleaned upppp,” said Dane, out of the side of his mouth. “Quicklyyy.”

Jessie didn’t need to be told twice. The two of them worked to wash the pee and coffee off their loopy friend, who was still happily oblivious to his pot-addled condition.

“Eww! Gross!” said Dane, choking as several large bubbles erupted from the tub above Jeff’s midsection. “So much for being an old pro at smoking,” he said, making a face.

“Alright,” said Jessie. “I think that’s about as clean as we’re gonna get him. Let’s drain the tub and blast him with the cold water. This better work, or we’re going to the hospital.”

“Aww man!” said Dane. “The water washed off my Tats! And my nail polish!”

Jessie rolled his eyes. “You mean those doodles you keep drawing on your hands with marker?”

“Permanent marker,” corrected Dane.

“Stay focused, man. We have more important shit to do.”

“You’re right, you’re right. Shit I could use a smoke. This is stressful, man.”

“No fucking kidding. Hold him up, the tub’s almost empty. I’m turning on the cold water now.”

“Ah shit!” said Dane. “That’s cold!”

Jeffy’s carefree time in the bath was interrupted by the sharp sting of ice-cold water. He screamed, his blissful hazy world shattered by spears of frost slamming against his body.

“Turn it off! Turn it off!” yelled Dane, and Jessie hurried to comply.

“Well?”

“I don’t think it worked,” said Dane, looking at his screaming, shivering, sobbing friend. “Get me a towel…”

They walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around Jeff’s shoulders.

“C-c-c-colllld,” said Jeff, his teeth still chattering.

“Hurry,” said Jessie, “Let’s get him into another diaper before he ruins the carpets.”

Jeff rubbed his shoulders with his soggy mitts as his friends laid him don on the carpet. He smiled when he saw them bring something flat toward him and it magically transformed into an open diapee. His cock immediately got hard at the sight and squirted a little pre onto his tummy in anticipation of the coming change.

“Dude!” said Jessie, his eyes bulging at the sight of his friend’s engorged and dripping cock. “Not on the carpet!”

“Diapee! Diapee!” Jeff said, clapping his mitts together.

Jessie and Dane maneuvered his butt onto the padding, and then brought his legs down to tape it up.

“I don’t’ think I can get it on over his cock. It’s too big,” complained Jessie. “And its dripping everywhere!”

“There’s only one solution I can think of,” said Dane, who immediately dove on Jeff’s cock.

Jeff giggled dumbly as his friend attacked his peepee, but those giggles quickly became moans as he felt an amazing sensation around his shaft. He grabbed the back of Dane’s beanie with his mitts and forced the head all the way down as his orgasm ripped through his body, gushing down the back of his friend’s throat with hot liquid.

“Guuuuuuuu!” he yelled as Dane frantically tried to pull away choking on the massive piece of meat constricting his airway.

Jeff fell back, a puddle of drool collecting by his cheek as he fell fast asleep.

Dane’s head popped off Jeff’s massive schlong, and he held him self up with his hands, coughing violently.

“Serves you right, you perv,” said Jessie. Dane was known for jumping on a dick at any excuse, not that Jessie judged.

“I… got it down… didn’t… I?” Asked Dane, between coughs.

“Yeah,” said Jessie, doing his best to ignore the tent in his own pants. “Guess you did. Now finish the job and diaper him up. Quick, before… Shit! He’s already dribbling again!”

Dane quickly brought up the front of the diaper to contain Jeff’s stream and taped it firmly in place. They Picked him up by the arms and legs and carried him over to the couch to sleep it off, tossing a blanket over him so he could stay warm.

“What was in that stuff anyway?” asked Jessie.

“Hell if I know. Good shit. In fact, I could use that smoke about now,” said Dane.

“Don’t get too comfortable. We’re taking him to the hospital,” said Jessie.

“NO,” said Dane. “Just wait a minute. At least let me get a little blazed. I can’t handle the hospital sober.”

“Fuck. Fine. Maybe I can look up this strain while you do it. What was it called?” Jessie yelled after Dane as he fumbled through his hoodie for some more of the green.

“Brain Melter,” said Jessie, getting to work rolling a miniscule joint. He knew to go light on the stuff. That had been Jeff’s mistake. He didn’t listen to the guy at the dispensary. Always listen to the weed-man. The weed-man knows. That was Dane’s mantra.

Jessie checked the Greenlight forums for the skinny on the fatty that Jeff smoked. Almost immediately he came upon some pretty concerning stuff. Apparently, the strain had been making its way around town, leaving a lot of high, horny, and confused people in its wake. People were getting perma-fried. Rumors abounded as to its source. Some said it was from an obsessed grower who had bred it deep in the mountains as he went insane from the isolation, others said it was grown in a government lab.

Shockingly, people had actually taken to microdosing the stuff, taking the tiniest hit they could to get an amazing high like no other. Too many of these threads were half-finished as the users, presumably, dipped too far into he rabbit hole and never came back. The last posts usually had devolved into nonsensical drivel that looked like someone’s cat had walked across the keyboard, punctuated by the occasional mention of ‘makin poopie’ or ‘goin peepee’. It all just amounted to unsubstantiated internet gossip, until he came across the news clips.

"Playing with fire.” Said a news anchor. “Tonight’s main story. The dangerous new trend hitting the city’s youth. Think Marijuana is a safe high? Its not. There’s a new strain on the market and it’s got some disturbingside effects. It starts with mild symptoms, which marijuana enthusiasts find desirable. A pleasant buzz. Colors getting brighter. Visual hallucinations and mild euphoria. But what starts out as a little bit of fun can turn much more sinister, as users are left unable to speak full sentences, or even control their bowels and bladder. We have our reporter Jim Holbrook love on the scene at a local skate park where ‘marijuana enthusiasts’ tend to gather. Jim?”

The image cut to a man in a suit with a microphone in his hand, standing among a group of dreadlocked men and women who had formed a drum circle using their boards, pads, and helmets as instruments.

“As you can see, it’s a strange situation indeed here at the park. Skating has all but stopped, as the youth enjoy a long smoke break. Apparently, someone has been selling ‘Brain Melter’ at the park, and the ambulance has already come three times to pick up the casualties. But the word is out and more keep coming every minute hoping to get high. Users are now wearing diapers like this one as a precaution while they do their best to ‘ride the dragon’ without ‘falling off’ as they say.”

The camera zoomed out to show that the reporter wore nothing below the waist but a puffy white diaper. He paused for effect, wearing a shit-eating grin as the anchor laughed appropriately. The anchor’s face then turned serious again as the camera zoomed and panned up.

“So you’ve seen the results of this dangerous drug, Jim. What do the symptoms look like to you?”

A cloud of smoke wafted across the screen and the reporter waved it out of his face, coughing.

“Well, it usually starts wif miwd symptoms wike speech impediment aww da way to makin poopie in my pants...”

“Uh... Jim? Jim? I didn’t quite catch that,” said the news anchor, tapping his earpiece.

“I’m… huffff…. Makin poopies!” said the news anchor, his speech slowing as he slowly squatted out of frame. “Poooopiieeeesssssss….” Huffs and crinkles could be heard as the man started furiously masturbating, then they cut the feed.

“Uh… we’re experiencing… technical difficulties. Please stand by while...”

Jessie clicked off the video and looked up in horror.

“Oh shit…Dane? I think we have a bigger problem than we thought. …Dane?”

-Written by Champ