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By ChampTehOtter · Posted
Chapter 6: Take it or leave it... Frank looked at the pile of clothes in front of him. There were baby tees with Puppet Avenue and Blarney splashed across the front; brightly colored shorts with elastic waistbands; pants with rainbow colored patches at the knee and not a button-fly in sight. "Really? Elastic waistbands? These are like toddler clothes." "All the better to check you,” said Leandra, with a smirk. "Check me?" Frank was confused until Gerard pointed over to the pull-ups. "Oh... uh... I think I'd rather wear my old clothes. You still have them, right?” Frank's tone was hopeful, but his face fell as Gerard shook his head. "No way, bud. Those undies and pants were honestly pretty gross and the shirt needed to be replaced, so I got you a whole new wardrobe! Think nothing of it." Gerard purposely misunderstood Frank's concerns as he spoke. "These clothes are much more fun than your old ones anyway, don't you think?” Frank didn't think so, but he knew better than to complain, so he just gulped and nodded. "Well?” said Gerard, after a few seconds. "Well what?” asked Frank, getting a bit annoyed again. "You're going to take off my clothes, aren't you? Now that you have your own?” Frank's mouth hung open at the request. "Or do you need help?” asked Gerard, not giving Frank any time to process the situation. "No! I can do it myself.” Said Frank, drawing back and grabbing his waistband. Gerard was a big guy – Tall and well-built like one of the men on Leandra's romance novel covers. Frank hesitated as the bigger man stood over him, reminding him he wasn't exactly the tallest guy in the world. "Uh... Can I have some privacy?” Leandra and Gerard looked at each other and both spoke in unison. "No." Frank made an exasperated noise, feeling close to having a tantrum. "Why not?” "Well, you've already dropped your pants in front of me," said Gerard. "And we've both seen you naked. I think we're a little bit past that point now, aren't we?” Gerard stepped forward and put a hand on Frank's shoulder. "It's okay if you're nervous, buddy I'm just here to help. Now let's get you out of those clothes into something that's a better fit." Frank jerked his shoulder away from Gerard and took a step back. "I don't want to. I want clothes like these!” said Frank, pinching the too-large shirt on his chest and pulling it out for emphasis. He was tired of feeling small around this man who seemed to have nothing better to do than butt into his business. "Frank,” began Leandra in a stern tone, but Gerard cut in, explaining as if he was talking to a small child. "Those are my clothes, buddy. Those are your clothes,” he said, pointing to the childish clothes on the bed. "And you're gonna wear those clothes or go around in pull ups, I don't care either way. But one way or the other, I'm getting my clothes back, and you have til the count of 5 before I take them back myself.” "No!” whined Frank. "It's not fair!” Gerard held up a hand. "5...” "I don't wanna!” "4... Leandra, get me a pull-up please.” Frank's complaints were having no effect, so he switched to aggression. "You are not getting me in pull-ups!” he said, crossing his arms. "3...” Frank's eyes went wide as Gerard began to roll up his sleeves and his wife ripped open a purple and green bag of thick purple dino pull-ups. "2...” Leandra handed a crinkly pull-up to Gerard, who got into a wrestling stance. "Come on, guys! Knock it off! It's not funny! Leandra? Come on! You can't let him do this!” "1...Okay kiddo... ready or not, here I come!” "OKAY, OKAY!!!” yelled Frank, holding up his hands and backing up so fast he nearly knocked himself over. He hesitated for one more second before admitting defeat, hanging his head and letting the bigger man's pants drop to the ground without even having to unbutton them. Then he took off Gerard's shirt and looked back up to the two of them, with a pleading look. "Undies too, little man,” said Gerard. "But I've stayed dry all day,” whined Frank. "Don't give me that look, Frankie. It doesn't work on your wife and it won't work on me.” Gerard reached forward with his hand again and Frankie saved himself the indignity letting the undies drop too. Frank was now red from head to toe as he stood naked before his wife and the man that had taken over their lives, left with only his hands to hide his privates. "Let's check the damage, said Gerard, taking hold of the clothes. "Step out,” he said, and Frankie obeyed. Frank had to stand there awkwardly while Gerard inspected his clothing. "Hm... yep. Just like I thought. These undies are looking as bad as the ones you handed me this morning! Just look at these pee pee stains and skid marks! I'm not even going to bother washing these.” He was now showing Leandra the undies turned inside out. "Oh, Frank, really," said Leandra, tut-tutting over the droplets of pee that had made their way into Gerard's undies while Frank was wearing them. Frank was tired of being naked in front of these two, so he grabbed the nearby pair of cutesy dino jammies and proceeded to unzip them using the zipper hidden along the back seam of the spike ridge. He looked up at Gerard and then back down at the brightly colored pajamas in his hands and sighed. I hope to god this dumb dinosaur outfit doesn't fit me, he thought to himself. Because then I'd feel really small. I mean these are seriously kid's pajamas I'm being told to wear. "Hold your horses, buddy,” said Gerard, putting a hand over the pajamas and bringing them down before Frank could step into them. "We still need to get you into your pull-ups.” "Aww, come on!” said Frank "Gee, Leandra, maybe you're right. He doesn't seem to be ready to behave and follow directions. Guess he won't be getting any computer time today. It's really too bad. I set up a guest account for him and everything...” "Wait,” said Frankie, his ears perking up at the word computer. "I wanna go online! I helped with the groceries, didn't I?” "And yet you're breaking the rules again and again today.” Gerard put his hands on his knees and bent down to be on Frank's level. "What happened, buddy? You were doing so good.” Frank looked down, unable to meet Gerard's eyes. For some reason, Frank felt slightly ashamed at this. He was not used to this feeling and didn't like it. "Well, I... Uh... I mean... I'm not trying to complain. I'm just sayin'. I don't n-need pull-ups is all. Cause I made it to the bathroom every time today.” The childish boast left a bad taste in Frank's mouth the moment it left his lips. "And it was a lot of times,” Leandra Chimed in. "About once every five minutes or so I'd say.” Gerard looked to Leandra and back to Frank. "And did all your pee pee make it into the potty where it belongs? Or did it go into my undies, where it doesn't?" "Into the potty!" said Frank, blushing even deeper as he held his new dino pajamas closer to hide his nudity. "...Mostly..." "It sounds to me like maybe it's better if you just try these on for now. I just don't trust you after the mess you've been leaving in your undies and pants. And what if you don't make it to the bathroom one of these times, buddy? Huh? What then?” "That's not gonna happen,” said Frank, balling up his fists and glaring at the ground in annoyance. "Frankie? Frankie. Look at me. Eyes up here when I'm talking to you, buddy. My house, my way, remember?" Frank reluctantly looked up at the larger man. "That's better. Now Leandra said we should have you wear pull-ups during the daytime from now on, but if you're sure you really don't need them... are you absolutely sure?” "Yes, I'm sure!” said Frankie, practically yelling. He didn't know how many times he'd have to repeat himself for this giant to get it through his thick skull. "Alright Okay. Then against my better judgment, I'm going to make you a deal. If you wear these pull-ups and prove you can use the potty like a big boy without leaving a mess...” Gerard paused for dramatic effect, holding up a finger to silence any objections from Frank. "...and you can have big boy undies again. But only if you keep it up for the next few days.” "Can't I prove that with big boy undies - I mean my undies - to start with?" Gerard held up the obviously-for-tots pull-ups with the smiling purple dinosaur on the front and looked back to Frank with a questioning gaze. "Well, they make these in your size, so they're definitely your pull-ups...” Angry, Frank snatched at them but Gerard easily held them up out of his reach. "Ah, ah, ah, no grabbing. You had better ask nicely, or else you won't have the chance to prove anything. I mean, Leandra thought you were ready for pull-ups but with all this complaining, I'm not so sure..." Frank was now in the impossible position of having to either beg for his childish pull-ups as Gerard played keep-away, or go back to diapers. Think of the internet. Think of the internet, he told himself. He huffed. "Fine,” he said. "It's a deal. Now can you give them to me?” "Yes, you can have your pull-ups, little man, BUT,” Frank said, cocking an eyebrow. "If you should fail... I will take that as proof you're not qualified to judge when you're ready to use the potty. That means either Leandra or I will decide when that is, and you'll have to wear your diapers until then – just like you did yesterday.” Frank scoffed. "That unreasonable,” he whined. "What's the matter, Frankie?" asked Leandra. "I thought you said you were sure.” "I am sure!” he said, almost yelling. "Well then," said Gerard. "It should be a piece of cake for you to keep these dry and keep from making a mess.” "I can do that!” said Frank. "That's easy.” Leandra laughed at that. "What's so funny?” said Frank, scowling at her. "Excuse me,” said Gerard, drawing Frank's attention back to himself. "We're not through yet.” "Huh?” Gerard got down on one knee and held the pull-ups open for him. "Step on in Frankie.” Frank Hesitated, not wanting to have Gerard hold his underwear for him when he put them on. "I'm waiting, mister. Unless you want to just give up and admit you're just not ready for pull-ups.” "I am ready for pull-ups!” declared Frank, stepping into the undies before he realized what he'd said. "I mean- underwear. I'm ready for underwear.” His cheeks burned. He just couldn't stop embarrassing himself today. "That's the spirit!” said Gerard, bringing the garment up over the blushing man's legs. "Just do your best buddy. That's all we ask. And, uh... you're gonna have to move your hands there... don't worry, I've seen it all before.” Gerard moved his hands and looked away not wanting to prolong this embarrassing situation any longer than he had to. They probably won't even fit, he told himself as the man's hands pulled the absorbent undies up snug and secure. "There we are,” said Gerard, looking to Leandra and wiping his forehead. "Whew. That was a lot harder than it had to be.” Frank looked down at himself and Blarney smiled back. He couldn't believe the pull-ups actually fit. He was not a happy camper. "Now can I wear my clothes?” asked Frank. "Oh yeah, sure. Here we go. You're gonna need my help getting that zipper up so just step into these too.” Frank rolled his eyes but stepped into the dumb pajamas anyway. Might as well. It beat staring at Blarney all day whenever he looked down at his lap. In spite of Frank's most ardent wishes, the pajamas fit him just fine too. Gerard pulled the zipper up and Frankie realized he was correct – it would be very hard for him to pull it open or closed himself. Who designed these things anyway? "Are we good now?” asked Frank once the outfit was on. "Yes we're good,” said Gerard, Ruffling the fierce-looking hood of Frank's new dino jammies. "Gosh these look cute on him, don't you think Leandra?” "Oh, definitely,” she said, putting her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. "So how about that internet?” asked Frankie, looking slightly ticked off but holding his tongue for the promise of returning to his beloved internet and maybe cranking one out. "Oh, right,” said Gerard. "I almost forgot. Come with me.” Gerard brought Frank over to his office and opened the door. "You can use my computer until I can get you a new phone. I set up a guest account, one for Leandra and one for you.” Gerard pulled out the computer chair for his adorably dressed guest. "Thanks,” said Frank, feeling silly in his new outfit as he held up his tail to take a seat. "The password is 'Cocudecouche'. Here, I've written it down for you.” "What is this, French?” asked Frank, trying to make out the words. "Yeah, it's my native language. Makes for a good password too." "I can't type this, dude," said Frank. "Are you having trouble with it? Allow me,” said Gerard, reaching over Frank to type in the password. ”There you go, buddy. And look, it's already loaded up a fun website for you. Have fun. You have 30 minutes and that's it for the day.” "Only 30?” whined Frank. "Or you could get none,” said Gerard. "No, 30's fine,” said Frank. More than enough time for him to get off, he thought to himself. He waited for Gerard to leave before turning back to the computer. It had been left on some stupid kid's website. Online coloring books and silly kid's games. As if he would ever play with that. He opened a new tab and typed in the URL of his favorite website, Subby Cucky Suckers, only to be met with an error message. "What the fuck?!” He refreshed the page. Nothing. He tried a different browser. Nothing. He tried another adult website, betatube, and that too was denied. Desperate, he clicked over to yourtube to find at least some side boob to wank off to. All he got was kid's channels. Everything else was blocked. Frank growled in frustration and punched the desk. "Motherfucker put an age restriction on my goddamn account!” He put his hands in his head. He was so pent up from being blue balled this whole time that he was truly desperate. "Fuck it,” he said, finally. He decided to just put on some of the cartoons and hope something sexy popped up. The first cartoon to pop up was some stupid puppy rescue squad thing. He watched, bored, until one pup was being bullied by another larger pup. "Ugh.. I guess I could get into this... if I pretend he's a cuck...” But when he tried to reach for his member, he ran into another problem. The outfit was impossible for him to take off on his own. Frank's access to his own member was blocked by both the pajamas and the pull-up, neither of which he could take off without help unzipping. "No, no no!” he said, trying every way he could think of to get at his zipper. He tried rubbing his back on the floor. He tried grabbing his hood and pulling the jammies forward to increase his reach. He even tried hooking the zipper with a paperclip, but nothing seemed to work. Suddenly he was startled by a knock at the door. "Five minutes,” came Gerard's voice. "Shit,” said Frank, giving up on the paperclip solution he had been working on. He decided to just go for broke and rub himself through all the layers of cloth and padding. He began to rub the prominent bulge in the front of his peejays, and to his surprise it didn't feel half bad. Not as good as when he had rubbed the wet one on the way to Vegas, but not bad at all. "What am I thinking,” he said to himself. "I shouldn't be liking any of this.” But he had a mission to complete, and that was to drain his balls. It took a lot of effort but it finally paid off as he found himself near to cumming. Just as he was getting close, Gerard burst in. "Okay, little buddy, time to get off!" Frank was mortified. He tried to stop, but it was too late to stop himself from cumming all over the front of his padding while Gerard watched on in apparent shock. "Oh... Oh... Oh... OHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh... N-noooo!" "Hey, what's the naughty little guy up to in here?" -
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Trying to make sure that this is worded right. I'm not trying to be creepy. I'm curious on what people think... What percentage of men (diaper wearing) have hair vs hairless and same question for the women. I'm not asking for direct reporting, just everyone's estimates. Stay padded my friends, MixerOp -
By Snugglebear_69 · Posted
I could only be with someone who loved me for me. If they required me to change who I am then clearly it isn't the right person/people. Both my Wife and my Daddy are totally fine with my diapers so no need to sacrifice one for the other 😁
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