Behind Bars (vignette) (Patreon)

***** Since "Something Wicked" I've had a lot of requests for a story with an adult diaper theme.  This isn't an age regression situation, but an adult who gets a new outlook.  Just a heads up in case that's not your thing. *****

Josh struggled against the unseen force keeping him pinned to the wall.  Despite his ample muscle, the athletic young man couldn’t budge.  Veins bulged across the impressive biceps and up the neck that hung exposed out of the young man’s tank-top as beads of sweat ran down his chest and forehead.  

“Hey man, I’m sorry,” he begged through gritted teeth.  Because of his powerful build, feeling totally helpless was an experience Josh was unaccustomed to.  His heart raced and his bright, blue eyes were wide with panic. None of what was happening made sense.  One minute he’d been mouthing off to the thin, well dressed man in front of him, and the next he was forced down the alley and pinned to the wall by invisible hands.  

The man was clad in a dark, forest green suit and carried a gnarled, oak cane.  Everything was the same uninterrupted shade of green, from his blazer, to his vest, to his shoes, to the wide-brimmed fedora resting on his slender head.  From a distance, Josh had assumed him to be older, at least middle aged, but up close the man’s features seemed to shift.  His face would be weathered and wrinkled, then Josh would blink and he’d be looking at the smooth skin of a man who didn’t appear much older than himself.  “I’m sure you are,” the emerald clad stranger laughed, cocking his head as he looked Josh up and down.  

“Look, hey, I wasn’t going to hurt you…”

The man’s laugh grew louder, interrupting the young prisoner.  “As if you could,” he said wistfully, a faraway look coming to his green eyes.  “Better men than you have tried.”

The faraway expression sharpened into a piercing gaze that chilled Josh to his core.  He’d caught the man staring at him and, as he usually did when he found himself the object of attention from other men, started hurling insults and slurs.  The handsome stud had people hitting on him constantly.  He didn’t mind the attention from women, but he bristled whenever a man would approach.  

Josh prided himself on his masculinity.  He worked out constantly and watched his diet with a discipline that bordered on obsession.  As a result, his 5’10” frame was packed solid with firm, sculpted flesh.  He had the kind of upper body that most men dreamed of, with broad, round shoulders, huge upper arms, pecs that couldn’t be contained, and a waist that tapered almost to a fine point.  Unlike most guys, he made sure to dedicate just as much attention to his lower body, leaving him with a large, prominent rear and thick, powerful thighs.  Accentuating his impressive build was a sparse layer of raven hair that ran across his meaty chest and down his washboard stomach before spreading around his powerful quads.  It was matched by an alluring, manicured stubble on his high cheeks that made his thick, full lips and bright eyes pop even more than they did on their own.  It was no wonder he turned heads whenever he walked in a room, and that was without factoring in the plump, seven inch cock that the many ladies he hooked up with were lucky enough to experience firsthand.  

Having built his body through sports and crossfit and countless sweaty hours, he only viewed other men in two ways: as competition, or less than himself.  So whenever he caught a man flirting with him or even looking in his direction too long, he felt the need to prove himself.  He’d never gotten physical over it, though he often threatened to, but he wasn’t shy about running his mouth.  Usually the other guy tucked their head and walked away.  Clearly, this time was different.  

“How old are you,” the man asked, his tone casual.  

“Twen...twenty two…” Josh stammered.  

The man sighed and shook his head.  “Well on the road to adulthood and still acting like a child.  Is it really that hard to get along with other people?”

“I’m not...I said I was sorry!  I’m not a bad guy…” Josh pleaded.  He liked to think of himself as friendly and charming, though there were plenty who would be quick to describe him as arrogant and aggressive.  

“Would your roommates agree?”  Josh froze.  He had no idea how the stranger would know about the two friends he lived with.    “No, I haven’t been following you,” the man said flatly, as if it should have been obvious.  “If you hadn’t decided to put yourself in my way I’d never even have known you existed.  As it is…” Josh paled as he watched the man’s eyes go entirely green.  There was a buzzing sensation on his scalp that passed when the man blinked, his eyes going clear.  “Oh my,” the man laughed, “you ARE something, aren’t you?  Barrelling through everything and everyone.  You do this all the time?  Yelling at people like this, I mean.  And your friends just let you get away with it?  Such a waste of potential.”  

“How…?”  Josh finally found his voice again.  “What are you,” he said, barely above a whisper.  

The man grinned.  “Generous.  I’ll tell you what...instead of simply erasing you from existence, let’s give you a new perspective.  Think of it as a chance to learn and grow as a person.  It should help your friends out as well.  A little responsibility is good for building character.”  

“What are you talking abou…” Josh was cut off as the world went black around him.  He felt a brief sensation of floating weightlessness that was quickly followed by what felt like a plummet from a great height.  His stomach dropped as if he was cresting the first hill of a roller coaster, dropping rapidly towards an inevitable end.  “WHAAAA…!”  

Josh’s eyes shot open, his heart still racing.  The first thing he saw was the bars.  A weak source of light in the distance cast a dim illumination, letting him make out what appeared to be a small room.  He feared he’d been drugged and thrown in a cage as he struggled to sit upright, his body feeling sluggish and slow to respond.  The journey to his feet was a lengthy one, his wobbly legs feeling like they’d give out any second.  

He clutched the bars and shook them as hard as he could, his powerful arms flexing with the effort.  They didn’t reach all the way to the ceiling, but since he could barely stay upright, he knew climbing was out of the question.  

He gave another futile shake and let go, attempting to take a step backwards.  “Whoooaaa,” he gasped when his feet tripped over themselves and he landed on his rear in a heap.  Looking down at his tangled legs, Josh noticed their complete lack of hair.  His thighs were still wide and strong, they were just perfectly smooth.  He also noticed what he was wearing.  Feeling the air on his arms and shoulders he’d assumed he was still in his tank-top, but that wasn’t the case.  He was wearing some kind of powder blue bodysuit that left his smoothed legs on display.  A series of snaps ran down one side, but his fumbling fingers couldn’t quite get a grip on them.  Fighting with the buttons, Josh discovered that the rest of his body appeared as hairless as his legs.  His arms, chest and face were all soft and smooth.  

He tried to stand but couldn’t quite get his legs under him again.  “What...wha…” he panted frustratedly, shoving the bars with a bare foot.  

“Dude, chill, I’m comin’.”  Josh froze at the groggy voice and looked up to see his friend Mike stagger through the door.  His roommate was naked save for a pair of small red briefs, his toned arms and ripped abs flexing as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.  “Why you gotta freak out when I’m on monitor duty?”  

Josh blinked in stunned confusion.  He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off his lean roommate.  He’d always given Mike a hard time for being thin, but now the other man seemed anything but.  He wasn’t as built as Josh but he was shredded, with a long, swimmer’s frame and a bulge that filled the small briefs to capacity.  His friend’s tight definition stood out like a beacon.  Despite his confusion, Josh felt a wave of relief at Mike’s shaggy, messy hair and sleepy grin.  

“So what’s wrong, big guy?  You gotta potty?”  

Josh’s confusion only grew at his friend’s condescending tone.  His brain was refusing to put the pieces together.  The mattress beneath him, the bars, the baby monitor he saw sitting on the nightstand; he wasn’t in a cage, he was in a giant crib.  He wasn’t wearing a bodysuit, it was a onesie.  

None of it made sense.  As Mike undid the latch on the outside of the oversized crib he could see that he was still the same size.  Other than the lack of hair he didn’t appear to have changed from what he could see.  He still had his sculpted body, it just wasn’t cooperating like it normally did.  “What...hap...happen…” The confused stud paled at the garbled words.  In his head he was asking Mike what had happened and how he wound up in his current predicament, but only a few fragmented words managed to find their way through.  

Mike laughed and opened the side of the crib.  “I dunno dude, you woke me up.  Gotta pee?”  

“I…” Josh’s eyes bulged when he finally noticed the painful pressure in his bladder.  “Uh-huh,” he said, nodding quickly.  He didn’t know what else to do.  

“Okay, come on,” Mike said, taking his hand and helping him scoot forward.  Josh swayed as he stood on his trembling legs, taking slow, lumbering steps forward.  He blushed as he waddled along and realized that he was wearing what felt like a diaper beneath the thin fabric of the onesie. 

The short trip down the hall to the bathroom seemed like it was miles long on his uncoordinated legs.  He clutched Mike’s hand the entire way, both for support and, confusingly, comfort.  Normally Josh felt a cocky sense of superiority to his friend.  He was slightly taller, better looking and more hung than Mike, who suddenly seemed entirely confident and in control.  Josh had no idea what was happening, but he felt better just being close to his friend, never questioning why they were holding hands.  

By the time they reached the bathroom, Josh was ready to burst.  He shifted his weight from foot to foot and squirmed awkwardly as he pawed at the buttons on his outfit.  

“Yo, Joshy, you gotta hold still, bro,” Mike laughed, doing his best to undo the onesie while Josh fidgeted.  

The muscular man bristled at being called Joshy, but he was more focused on his reflection in the mirror.  As Mike pulled the oversized onesie free, he was given an unobstructed view of his smooth, diaper-clad body.  He was mortified at the sight of his washboard abs and tapering waist disappearing into a bulky diaper.  His impressive physique looked anything but imposing and masculine in the ridiculous garment.  With his smooth skin and uncoordinated limbs, the last thing Josh felt was powerful.  He pawed at the diaper, his fingers refusing to cooperate in taking it off while Mike gently pushed his hands away and undid the padded underwear.  

Josh felt a stab of humiliation at being stripped by his friend when he felt the air hit his exposed crotch, at least until he looked down.  “AAAHH!  WHAT…where....go…!?” Instead of his long, thick hose, Josh found himself looking at a small nub barely the size of his thumb while his hairy, heavy balls were nowhere to be seen.  

“You go right there,” Mike said, quickly spinning Josh and guiding him down to sit on the toilet.  Dumbfounded, Josh let himself be pushed down.  He stared in horror at his shrunken member, burning with humiliation at Mike’s steadying hand on his shoulder while he pissed.  “All done,” Mike asked after a moment.  Josh nodded and let the other man pull him back up to his feet.  “Good job!” 

Josh hated how much he enjoyed the sensation of Mike’s hand rubbing his stomach proudly.  The feeling sent a throb to his minuscule member, bringing his fear surging back.  “Mike...I’m...bad...happened.  Not...good!”  

The lean man cocked his head and tousled Josh’s short black hair.  “What?  No, buddy, you’re not bad.  It’s okay that you had to go to the bathroom...I was just messin’ with ya.”  

Josh was on the verge of tears.  He was standing naked and micro-dicked in front of his friend, desperately trying to relay what happened with the man in the alley.  “No! Man...bad!  Green man...did...bad!”  

Mike’s tone was gentle and condescending.  “Ooohhhh.  Did you have a bad dream?  I told Kyle not to let you watch those scary cartoons.”  He turned away and opened a cabinet to pull out a fresh diaper.  

“No!  No diaper!”  Josh stomped a foot when he saw the large stack of folded diapers inside.  In his head he was clearly explaining himself and desperately wishing he could make Mike understand.  

“Dude...it’s late.  You HAVE to wear your diaper.  You know that.”  Mike sighed and scratched at his messy hair.  “You can skip the onesie, but you’ve gotta put one of these on.”  

“No!  Not...no diaper.  I’mmmmphh!”  Josh was cut off when Mike abruptly opened another drawer and pulled out a pacifier, wedging it in his protesting mouth.  The smooth hunk’s eyes went wide with fury even as a strange contentment settled over him.  Instead of reaching up to pull it free, he started sucking on the rubber.  

“Ohhh man, what a face,” Mike laughed at Josh’s glaring expression and gave one of his friend’s smooth cheeks a squeeze.  “Come on...let’s get you back to bed.”  

Despite wanting to thrash and flail, Josh stood still and let Mike fasten a fresh diaper in place, sucking furiously on the pacifier the whole time.  Though he’d only been awake for a few terrifying minutes, the muscular young man was suddenly exhausted.  It was all he could do to keep his eyes open.  

“Since you had a bad dream do you wanna sleep with me?”  Mike took him by the hand again and led him out into the hall.  “Okay, come on,” he laughed when Josh started nodding vigorously, still glaring.  

Josh waddled along behind, his fury ebbing despite himself when he sank down onto Mike’s bed.  He told himself he was only eager because anything would be better than a giant crib, but as he felt the wave of contentment when his friend’s arm draped around him, he knew that was far from the only reason.  He didn’t have time to ponder.  As soon as his head hit the pillow he felt the pacifier slip free of his mouth, sleep overtaking him.  

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Josh stirred slowly, his eyes struggling open against the bright light filtering in through the window.  Any hopes that it was all just a dream were dashed when he discovered his thumb wedged firmly in his mouth.  He was still in Mike’s bed and he could feel the bulky diaper crinkling between his legs.  

“....gonna want to do it all the time if you let him.”  Josh rolled over and saw his friend’s arguing at the foot of the bed.  Mike was sitting on the edge, still in his briefs, while Kyle stood, his beefy arms folded across his meaty, furry chest.  

Where Mike was thinner than Josh, Kyle was thicker.  The tall, burly man was a walking wall of lumpy muscle, with bulging pecs that rested heavily on a solid, round muscle gut.  His legs were like hairy tree trunks and his round, full face with it’s buzzed scalp seemed to sit directly on his thick shoulders.  Like Mike, all he had on were a pair of straining boxer briefs that looked too small on his wide frame.  

“YOU’RE the one who let him watch the shit that gave him nightmares in the first place, dick,” Mike sighed, shaking his head.    

Kyle looked genuinely defensive as he spread his pudgy hands in confusion.  “What?  It was just a cartoon!”  

“Just because it’s a cartoon doesn’t mean it’s appropriate.  We’ve talked about this...anime is not okay for him to watch.  Fuck, half that shit’s not okay for ME to watch.”  

Josh struggled upright as his friends argued, their agitated tones causing him to suck faster on his thumb.  He wanted to speak for himself, but he couldn’t seem to pull the digit from his mouth.  

“Oh, hey bud,” Kyle’s tone went soft and gentle as soon as he saw that Josh was awake.  “Sorry...didn’t mean to wake you.”  Josh couldn’t help but lean into Kyle’s strong palm when the big man lumbered over and stroked his messy hair.  He was mortified at the knowledge that he was sitting in a diaper, sucking his thumb in front of his friends, but he couldn’t stop.  

“You can sleep in here whenever you want, big guy,” Mike said as he stood and stretched his lean muscles, glaring at Kyle.  

“Of course he can,” Kyle sighed, rolling his eyes.  “Same here.  You know you can always sleep with me if you get scared,” he said, rubbing the coiled muscles between Josh’s shoulder blades.  “I’m just sayin’ maybe try and see if he’ll sleep in his room first,” he added, staring at Mike.  

The lean man grinned, motioning over to the thumb-sucking Josh.  “How can I say no to that face?”  

“I know, right,” Kyle finally relented, smiling down at his friend.  “You’re not awake yet, are you buddy?”  Before Josh could respond, Kyle’s hand slid down from his shoulders to his lower back, the big man’s other hand shooting to Josh’s stomach.  The built young man was horrified when he heard the loud giggle escape his mouth when Kyle started tickling.  He squirmed and writhed on the bed, cackling gleefully until he was panting breathlessly up at his friend.  

“Thaaaaat woke him up,” Mike laughed as he came around the corner to join them. The prone jock hated how good he felt as his two friends stared lovingly down at him.  He simultaneously felt humiliated, terrified, and perfectly content in their presence.  “Let’s get him to the bathroom and then get some breakfast.  I’m fuckin’ starving.”  

“Let’s go dude,” Kyle said, taking Josh by the hands and helping him to his feet.  “Uh-oh...doesn’t look like he made it through the night.”  

Josh’s face betrayed the shock he felt upon standing and realizing his diaper was damp.  “It...wet…” he stammered in surprise.  

“You did good going once on your own,” Mike said proudly, as if he was talking to a golden retriever.  

The full horror of his predicament hit Josh as his friends led him into the bathroom and removed his damp diaper.  All he could do was stand there sucking his thumb while Kyle methodically wiped him clean and Mike watched.  Instead of being equally shocked, his two friends acted as though all of this were entirely normal.  Worse still, Josh couldn’t ignore how good it felt.  Still being an adult in an adult body, Kyle’s large hand rubbing his shrunken member had felt wonderful.  If anything, it was more intense than it would have felt at his normal size.  If either of the men noticed the increased pace of his sucking, or the way he stared enviously at their stuffed underwear, they didn’t show it.  

“All clean,” Kyle said, giving Josh’s round, solid globes a pat.  He reached for the cabinet to pull out a fresh diaper.  

“He really didn’t want to wear one last night,” Mike warned.  “I had to bust out the pacifier.”  

“Yeah?”  Kyle shrugged and closed the cabinet.  “He just went so we’re cool for a while.  Naked Joshy time!”  He clapped, giving Josh’s ripped obliques another quick tickle.  “You want breakfast?”  

Josh just nodded numbly, his stomach rumbling loudly in agreement.  His naked, awkward waddle as they made their way to the kitchen was a far cry from the confident strut he used to have.  He was screaming at himself in his head the whole time, trying to force his body to respond the way it should.  Though he still had his Adonis-like physique, the years of physical conditioning and lifetime of muscle memories were gone.  He was almost entirely uncoordinated, barely able to keep himself from toppling over.  His ample muscles and powerful rear bounced and shifted with each lumbering step, the absence of his hefty package further throwing him off.  By the time they reached the kitchen he was exhausted.  He slumped into a chair and watched his friends in amazed envy as they glided effortlessly around the room.  

Josh knew what happened.  He knew the strange man in the green suit had done something to all of them.  He knew he should be like his friends.  Watching Kyle cook sausage and pancakes while Mike sipped a protein shake, Josh knew he should be up and around with them.  They shouldn’t be talking at him, or about him like he wasn’t in the room.  And yet, it all felt perfectly normal.  

Sitting naked in the chair with his thumb in the mouth felt like a normal routine.  He was mortified when Kyle set a cup with a sippy lid in front of him, but he still clutched it in both hands and guided it to his mouth.  When the big man set a plate of food down and started cutting into tiny bites, all he felt was gratitude.  When he clumsily struggled to stab each single bite, his friend’s encouraging tones kept the frustration he knew he should be feeling at bay.  

The dueling sensations of horror and familiarity continued as the day progressed.  Josh was humiliated to his core every time he had to use the bathroom, especially when it required one of his friends to clean him up.  They never seemed to mind, smiling and joking the entire time while he wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out.  The same went for every time he spoke.  He’d been purposely staying silent at first, but he kept dropping his guard, letting the garbled sentences run free.  Mike and Kyle beamed proudly whenever he got more than three or four coherent words out together, while other times nodding condescendingly and pretending like they were listening to him.  

He was trapped.  Somehow, the man in the green suit had locked him in this altered body and he had no idea how to, or if he even could, escape.  And with each passing minute, he was losing more control.  His memories of how he should be never wavered, but his ability to regulate his own behavior did.  When Kyle pulled him into the shower early in the afternoon, Josh found himself absently stroking his fingers through the big man’s hairy chest while his friend scrubbed him down.  It was overwhelming.  The sight of Kyle’s beefy, naked body by itself was enough to make him whimper.  Throw in the big, strong hands running over Josh’s smooth, now-sensitive skin and he couldn’t take it.  He didn’t even realize he’d started tugging on his tiny nub until Kyle walked by and pointed it out.  

“I mean, he IS a horny little bugger,” Kyle laughed as he dried his broad frame off.  

“Fits right in, then,” Mike laughed.  “At least it doesn’t make a mess.”  

“Not when he does that, anyway.”  They both laughed while Josh finished, a quick whimper escaping his lips as he came moments later.  The naked jock was devastated.  The release felt wonderful, but his tiny nub didn’t so much as ooze.  The once proud ladies man was now shooting blanks after only a few quick pulls.  

He didn’t have time to dwell on his loss.  His friends finally dressed him in another diaper, adding a small t-shirt and a pair of equally small running shorts.  Where once such shorts would have shown off his firm, plentiful ass and stuffed bulge, now the paper thin material puffed noticeably around his bulky diaper.  

Once dressed, Josh sat on the floor in front of the TV while Mike and Kyle went around tidying up the apartment.  Something in his head told him this should concern him, and on cue, there was a knock at the door.  

“Hey guys, come on in,” Kyle said loudly.  Josh’s stomach dropped as he watched a group of his former friends stream into the apartment.  Alan, Jake, Ted, and Darren, guys he used to play sports with, wingman with, drink with, all filtered in and smiled down at him while he sat in a diaper with his thumb in his mouth.  

“Joshy!” Alan, a beefy giant like Kyle, boomed boisterously as he came in.  

“What?  I don’t even get a high five?”  Darren, a handsome, dark skinned stud with a body on par with Josh, knelt down and put his hand up.  “Man...someone’s feeling bashful today,” he laughed as Josh stared at the floor, refusing to look up.  

“Don’t take it personal, he’s been in a funk the last couple days,” Mike called from the kitchen, returning with a handful of beers for everyone but Josh.  

“You gonna watch the game with us, big guy,” Jake asked as he flopped down onto the couch.  

“Part of it.  Someone’s gonna need a nap soon,” he said as if Josh wouldn’t understand.  

Unfortunately, Josh did understand.  As he sat in front of his former peers he started to wish that the man in the green suit had affected his mind as well as his body.  If he had to be stuck like this, he wished he didn’t know better.  It was torture.  Any comfort that he’d started to feel as the day went on vanished the first time he had to tug on Mike’s arm and say “potty” in front of everyone.  When his friend didn’t replace his shorts and left him in just his diaper and shirt afterwards, it was just another nail. The former alpha of the group was reduced to sitting with no pants and his thumb in his mouth while his friends drank and watched sports like he used to.  

When Kyle finally said it was time for him to take a nap, he was relieved.  His eyes were glued to the ground as the guys all wished him childish versions of “good night” and he practically ran down the hall, or at least as close to that as he could come anymore.  

He clumsily raised his beefy arms to let Kyle pull the shirt free as the big man ushered him into the oversized, barred bed.  He couldn't help but think how appropriate the view form behind bars was given his current imprisonment. 

“Sleep tight big guy,” the burly man said, leaning down to give Josh a quick peck on his forehead.  

Finally alone, Josh wanted to panic. Without the comforting presence of his friends he wanted to yell and lumber out of the apartment.  The impossible horror of his situation hit him full on and he wanted nothing more than to hunt down the man in the green suit and make him fix all of this.  He tried to formulate a plan, to make some sort of attempt at escape.  Instead, his thumb found his mouth and he was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.