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By ChampTehOtter · Posted
Here's the next chapter of Diapercuck's life for your enjoyment! Chapter 3: New Home "We're here, honey!" said Leandra in an excited voice. "Wha?... Oh... Huh?" Frank looked around, disoriented. He was in the car and it was getting dark out. His head hurt a bit from waking up at the wrong stage of sleep, and he held it and winced as he sat forward. "Oh... uh... where are my pants?" "Here you are," Leandra said, tossing the pants his way. She had already gotten out of the car and was rolling the wheeled bag toward the front door of a large suburban ranch-style home. "Go ahead and grab the rest of the bags, Frank," she called back, hurrying ahead. "What's the rush," Frank muttered as he struggled to get his pants on over his thick double diapers. He was going to be taking these stupid diapers off as soon as he got inside and had somewhere private to do so. It was one thing trying something fun and naughty with Leandra, but there was no way he'd let her friend see him this way. He stood up outside of the car and crammed the diaper into the pants as best he could, settling on having the zipper halfway up and leaving the fly unbuttoned. "Hey, there!" came a deep voice from right behind him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Whoa! Sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare you." Frank spun around to see a tall, handsome man in dress pants and a button up shirt smiling down at him. "The name's Gerard. I've heard so much about you." The man stuck out a hand to shake and Frank took it. Then, with a single tug Gerard brought Frank into a big hug. Frank felt extremely awkward hugging this man he didn't know, especially in his obscenely thick diapers. At least, he reasoned, it meant Gerard would be less likely to see them. "There we go. That's more like it," said Gerard, breaking the hug and giving the uncomfortable Frank a pat on the shoulder. "Come on, let's get inside," he said, grabbing the two remaining bags from the back of the car and walking toward the front door. Frank looked down at his hands. He wasn't used to caring if someone else did his work for him, but this felt different somehow. As if something had been taken away from him. Frank shook his head and made his way to the front door over the flagstone pathway in the yard. He noticed there was a lot of yard around the house, and the house itself was beautiful. A far cry from the apartment they had just left. Frank strode into the house behind Gerard who dropped the bags off in their new room. "Once you're all settled, come out to the kitchen and we'll have some beers." "Uh... yeah, sure," said Frank, distracted by the vision of his wife emerging from a side room with her hair down. She had on a simple yellow dress that hung effortlessly off her body, loosely spilling over a looped waist tie. She looked positively feral compared to her usual conservative style, and Frank felt a stirring he hadn't felt in quite some time under the layers of padding in his pants. "Leandra!" said Frank, taking in the vision of this gorgeous woman. "You look dangerous in that! Don't tell Frank I said so!" "Oh Gerard," said Leandra. "This old thing? Please. And don't worry, I won't say a word." Frank looked between the two of them. Were they flirting? "Oops!" she said, pretending to be surprised by Frank's presence in the room. "I didn't see you there, sweetie." She ruffled his hair and whispered into his ear. "Why don't you go change out of your pampers before you get a rash and join us in the kitchen." Frank blushed as Leandra gave him a pat on the butt and walked out of the room chatting with Gerard like the old friends they were. Frank was left to stand there with his pants down, staring at the thick crinkly mass enveloping his waist. Frank could feel that his diapers were wet with sweat and urine and they had become quite uncomfortable. He was happy to have them off and tossed to the side while he rummaged around in the luggage for his clothing. "What the?" As he went from suitcase to suitcase, it dawned on Frank that none of his stuff was there. He began to feel a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. "Leandra?" Frank called. No answer. "Leandra!" He yelled, more insistently. Still nothing. Frank grumbled and put the pants he had been wearing back on. In the kitchen, Gerard and Leandra were seated in two tall chairs at a large wood-topped kitchen island, happily talking over a bottle of wine and some baguette. "Leandra." Frank said, placing his hand on the table between them. They both looked his way and all conversation stopped. "What is it, Frank?" she said smiling with her mouth only and running her fingers through the hair in the back of her head. She was clearly trying not to look annoyed. "Leandra, where are my clothes?" "What do you mean? I thought you grabbed them from the room when we left. They should be in the fourth bag." "Fourth bag?" said Frank, dismayed. "I only saw three!" "Oh dear," said Leandra, shaking her head. "This is your fault. Now what am I gonna do?" asked Frank, glaring at his wife. "Hey, hey, let's not point fingers," said Gerard. "Don't worry, Frank, you can wear some of my clothes until you can get to the store..." "Oh, Gerard, you really don't have to..." began Leandra, but Frank cut her off. "Yeah, he does. What else am I gonna wear?" "Well, you could always wear the diapers," she muttered. "What?" asked Gerard, appearing (but not actually) confused. "Diapers? What are you on about, Leandra?" "Nothing," said Frank, his voice cracking. "Nothing at all! Such a funny sense of humor she has!" "Frank has a small bladder," said Leandra. "I... I see," said Gerard, raising his eyebrows. "So that's why he was diapered when you guys got here. I wasn't going to say anything, but..." "Haha, it was just a one-time thing," said Frank, beginning to sweat from embarrassment. Why was Leandra embarrassing him like this?" "It's okay," said Gerard. "It's none of my business, really. Uh... why don't you take a seat and I'll get you a beer, huh?" Frank sighed in exasperation. "Yeah, sure." He would have to accept the loss of all his personal possessions for now. It was nothing that he couldn't replace. If only he had some money to do it with. Frank took a seat but immediately realized he was way lower than the other two. "Don't you have anything taller?" "Come to think of it, I have a booster seat that is actually just your size if you don't mind the infantile design..." "I'll pass," muttered Frank, blushing as Gerard grabbed him a can from the fridge. "Here. I've got this beer from France that's pretty good. It's called Petite Cocu. I think it might be right up your alley!" Leandra stifled a giggle. "Tres bien, mon ami." Frank looked back and forth between the two of them with his eyebrows lowered as he snatched the beer from Gerard's hand. "What?" They were speaking French. Frank didn't like not understanding what they were saying. "I said very good, my friend," replied Leandra, throwing her palm up in a shrug before taking another sip of wine. "Is this the only beer you have?" asked Frank, looking down at the foreign drink and earning a scathing look from his wife. Frank made a face before even taking his first sip. "I'm going to the grocery store tomorrow," said Gerard. "Feel free to put anything you want on that list on the fridge." "I'll put some American beer on there. I don't like all this foreign stuff," Frank said, sliding the can away from him with a look of disdain. Gerard was a bit taken aback by Frank's petulant behavior right off the bat, but Leandra did say this would happen. Gerard and Leandra exchanged glances. She gave him a little nod. It was time for him to bite the bullet and push back. "I could get you some apple juice if that's more your speed," he said, putting his hands on his hips, and raising an eyebrow. Now it was Frank's turn to be taken aback realizing that he might not get any beer at all if he pissed Gerard off. He quickly grabbed the beer before Gerard could take it away. "No, it's fine. I'll drink it." "Frank..." said Leandra, looking pointedly at her husband. "Hmm?" "Say thank you," she added, in a motherly tone. "Oh!" said Frank, looking at the two of them. He realized that they expected an answer so reluctantly he replied, blushing a bit at being made to say it. "...Thank you..." "You're welcome," said Gerard, crossing his arms and smirking. He was beginning to see Leandra's point about how easily Frank would yield to pressure. He decided to change tack with this difficult man. Maybe it was time to give Frank a little more attention since he seemed to want to be the center of it all the time. "So, Leandra. You mentioned that Frankie's phone is broken... what happened?" Frank's eyebrows raised. Did Gerard just call him Frankie? "Yeah, he got a little cranky after he lost his job and kinda slammed it down on the counter." "I'm sorry that happened to you bud," said Gerard, bending down to look at Frank. Frank barely responded, just grunted and drank his beer. "Well, I know things are tight for you, but I think I can help you get it repaired or replaced." "Really?" asked Frank. He was suddenly much more interested in the conversation. "Only if you're good," said Gerard. "No temper tantrums or whining in this house." "Hold on, just what has my wife told you about me anyway?" "Only the truth, sweetie," said Leandra. Frank glared. "And what truth might that be, dearest?" "Don't give me that look, Frank. We're under Gerard's roof now, so we can't keep living like we did before. We both have a lot of unhealthy habits to work on, and Gerard doesn't need to deal with that shit." "I don't have temper tantrums or whine," said Frank, getting frustrated. "Well then it should be easy for you to be good and get your new phone, right?" asked Gerard. Frank paused. He had painted himself into a corner. "Well... Yeah... What do I have to do?" Leandra and Gerard exchanged glances once more. "Well, it's funny you should ask. I have a list of house rules right here." Gerard slid a piece of paper to the center of the table. -
By DiaperedJeff · Posted
I love and use the same 7 mil Leakmaster mattress cover that WBxx mentioned. I got one for my wife’s bed as well. -
It is, but it comes and goes. Mostly when the catheter near my penis tip dries out. It pinches and rubs, which then causes a spike in burning and pain in my urethra. Which often then triggers a painful bladder urge. Sometimes that also makes me pee past the catheter too. Which is still raw enough to gove me ab even bigger burning feeling in my urethra. It's enough to give me pause and double me over until it passes. Thankfully that's only been happening a few times each day. I am getting better, and I'm really looking forward to the catheter coming out tomorrow. -
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I do like the crinkling and smooth feel of a vinyl mattress protector. But they always make me hot and sweaty. I suppose I could crank up the AC, but then my wife would complain about it being too cold. How does everyone else manage to sleep with the thicker material under them?
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