Daily Free-Write September 23, 2021: Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 10 (Patreon)

Continuation of August 22, 2021 "Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 9"

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Once again, Cody found himself standing in the bathroom, looking down at the yellow spot in the front of his diaper. He sighed. Somehow, he just couldn't feel himself going into his diaper. Was it the chastity cage? It had to be. He didn't know much about how that kind of thing worked, but he was having to think about it a lot lately what with everyone seemingly so interested in what was going on in his pants. Between Daddy, his boss, and his best friend Trent, he had dug himself into a hole which only seemed to be getting deeper by the minute.

Why was Trent being so nosy? And why did he have to be such a horndog? All those crass comments about plowing bitches normally didn't bother Cody, but now that they made him think of his own experiences getting plowed, they had some very uncomfortable side effects. Cody pulled down his diaper to try and relieve some of the pressure on his aching cock only to see that he was dripping pre like crazy. Yet another reason why he couldn't just free-ball it like any reasonable person would.

He quickly pulled out his phone and typed a text to Mr. S. as he sat on the toilet.

Cody: Had to run to the bathroom. What did you do to my butt? I can't stop farting and I'm so embarrassed. Why do I keep pissing myself?

He looked at the phone for a minute. Two. No response. It figured. Daddy must be a busy man if he was able to afford such an extravagant lifestyle. He found himself absentmindedly rubbing around his cage as the thought about Mr. Schwarzinger in his expensive suit. How it felt against his skin as he was spanked. Then the thought about how good it felt every time his muscles tensed up and rammed the plug deeper into his butt. Before he knew it, he was fingering himself again, and moaning, the pre turning cloudy white as he milked it out of his prostate. Then he got a notification. It was a video of him getting plowed by Mr. S, sound and all.

"Ohhhh, yeahhh! Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy! Hunhhh..." His own voice rang out in the bathroom as Cody watched, transfixed. It was on some sort of weird loop that he couldn't seem to break away from. There was some spiral pattern and some sounds and words that he couldn't quite make out. It didn't matter. All that mattered was stuffing his hungry hole. Cody redoubled his efforts. He needed to come and he was so close. SO close...!

"Hey Cody, buddy! You in here?"

"Oh, shi- uh, yeah..." said Cody, snapping out of it and quickly locking the screen again. He instantly recognized Trent's voice.

"You've been in here a while, buddy. Just makin sure you're okay and not sick or anything."

"Yeah," squeaked Cody. "I'm fine." Just how long had he been in there?

"Yeah, I could tell. Sounds like you were just pulling your pud. That sugar momma must really be something if she's got you fiendin like this."

"I'll be right out, really," said Cody.

"Alright, man. It's been thirty minutes just so you know. You want me to clock you out for lunch or are you actually coming back?"

30 Minutes? That couldn't be right.

"No, no... no. I'll be right out. I'm serious."

"Okay, bud. I'm takin all your deliveries so I don't mind the extra cash. Just... yaknow, try not to piss off Mr. T. It would suck to have to share my deliveries with some other bozo."

"Haha, yeah. We wouldn't want that to happen." Cody looked down at the open diaper at his ankles and blushed at the big wet patch inside. He would have loved to take off his diaper, but judging by how much his caged dick was still dripping, that was not an option. He waited for Trent to leave before pulling up his diapers and slinking out of the stall to wash his hands. Thirty minutes. How had that been thirty minutes, he kept wondering. He looked in the mirror and saw that his face was wet.

"What the?" He touched his face and realized it was drool. He must have been drooling too. What was going on. He pulled out his phone and sent another text to Mr. S.

Cody: I can't take off my diaper now without making a mess of my pants. What am I supposed to do?

Daddy: Oh, so you need more diapers at work? Sure thing, sweet pea. We'll send you to work with a stack of diapers and some changing supplies tomorrow.

Cody: No, thanks. I won't be in them for long. As soon as I get off work I'm going to the doctor and straight home.

Daddy: Doctor? Is something wrong?

Cody: Yeah, my boss noticed my diapers and thinks I need them. Don't laugh but I need a doctor's note to come back to work in my regular undies.

Daddy: Aww, that's adorable. I think he has the right idea.

Cody: You would. Talk to you later, sir.

Cody put his phone into his pocket. Why had he added a 'sir' at the end? He knew that he didn't have to answer to Daddy or anyone else, but he couldn't help himself. He just felt more comfortable addressing Daddy as he would any higher up at work. He had to remember that he had plenty of leverage in this situation - whatever this was.

"Okay, Cody. Put your game face on. We're taking control of today and taking control of this whole situation." After the quick little pep talk, he pushed the bathroom door open and went back to work, determined to put today's strange events, and his pampered predicament behind him.