Published: November 16th 2020, 5:01:05 am
"Hey, fish face!" Yelled the young man, continuing to taunt the dolphin. Ed was in his late 20's but he dressed and acted like he was still in high school. He got free tickets to wet world and that was the only reason he was there. He didn't even like dolphins. The dolphin let out a high pitched squeal and then sprayed a stream of water with squirt-gun precision right at Ed's crotch.
"Hey! What the hell?" he looked down at his pants. He didn't even know dolphins could do that.
"Oh boy, we've got another one," said an older woman, who was chaperoning a group of special needs students nearby. "How did you get out of your diaper, bud?" She asked, grabbing Ed by the wrist and pulling him over toward the assisted restrooms.
"Hey, what the hell? You can't just..."
"Ashley, you're in charge of the group while I put this guy in a new diaper. Diaper bag?" She maintained an iron grip on the boy's wrist with one hand and slung the large diaper bag over her other shoulder. She set her jaw and brought the man straight into the room.
He was speechless. She must've been someone's mom chaperoning the group. How else would she mistake him for another high schooler?
"H-hey! Stop!" he yelled, as she roughly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down all the way. He was going commando so there was nothing to hide his boy parts from view. She clucked her tongue.
"Don't they even shave you down there? Well, I have no idea how you got out of your diapers, bud, but luckily we carry extra changes of clothes on these trips."
Off came his shoes and pants. She put the pants into a bag and tied it up before he could stoop down to grab them. Now he was stuck. He couldn't very well run out of the stall without pants on. That wouldn't go over well at all. He gulped as she pulled out a very thick white diaper labeled M4 with curved and straight lines running down its length. There were two yellow lines in the center, but he just assumed those were part of the design.
"Alright, buster, up on the table. Let's go."
He looked over and noticed that there was an adult-sized changing table and a large trash can next to it.
"No way I'm wearing diapers, lady. Just give me my pants so I can get out of here!"
"No can do, bud, those pants are wet. It's not healthy to walk around in wet pants." She talked to him as if she was talking to a small child. "I've got some nice dry pants for you in here. So be good and up on the table. We're not leaving til you've got that little peepee covered up! They don't need any more puddles at wet world!"
He sighed in exasperation. He decided to just go along with it for now. If this is what it took to get some pants on and get out of here, fine. He'd take off the diapers later.
"That's much better," she said, once he pulled himself up onto the changing table. He pulled his loose shirt up to hide his face as she began the painfully invasive process of wiping down his nethers with wet wipes.
"Whoa!" he yelled in surprise, as she lifted his legs up like one would an infant. He heard the crinkly diaper being laid underneath him, and felt his butt plop onto the soft padding with another crinkle. This was quickly followed by a thorough coating of oil and a cool sprinkle of powder. He couldn't believe a total stranger was oiling down his privates. And the smell of the oil and powder... they brought back memories of daycare. He knew that eveyrone around him would smell it until he could wash the stuff off. Next came a pair of underwear that looked to be made of some thick cloth material. These were brougth up over his legs and two belts were tightened in the front with a click.
"There we go. Nice and secure. You won't be getting out of these any time soon!"
"Wait, what?" said Ed, in shock. He reached for the belts but his hands were batted away.
"No more of that, now, buddy. I know boys like to play down there, but this is not the time. We've got to get back to your group. Now are you going to step into your sweatpants or do I have to use the mitts?"
Having his hands trapped was the last thing he needed. He decided to just step into the gray sweatpants she held open. She pulled them up, and then helped him into his shoes commenting that they should really be velcro like her son's.
Before Ed had time to come up with a biting retort, she grabbed his hands and was leading him back out to join the group.
On the way, Ed discovered two serious disadvantages to his new pants. First, the sweat pants did nothing to hide the loud crinkle of his diapers. Each step he took announced the presence of the bulky diaper around his waist. And second, they stretched around his crotch in such a way as to make it especially obvious that he was wearing a very bulky diaper underneath. He felt very self-conscious as he was brought before this group of teens dressed as he was, but to his surprised nobody batted an eye. He was immediately accepted into the group and none of the others seemed to notice that there was suddenly an extra person in their midst.
Unfortunately for Ed, the group was under a tight watch and he was unable to sneak off while being shuttled from place to place in the park. He was caught more than once with his hands down his pants trying to fiddle with the belts. Of course they assumed he was trying to take off or play with his diapers, and they had a solution in mind.
"Mandy, Eric? Your buddy here is having a hard time keeping his hands to himself and he's missing out on all the fun. Why don't you each hold a hand and help him stay focused?"
"Okay!"
"Sure!"
The pair were happy to oblige and Ed found himself tugged this way and that, waddling for dear life to keep up as the newfound bulkiness stopped him from walking normally.
Soon the day was almost over and Ed sighed with relief as they reached the bus. There was the driver with a checklist. Now they were bound to discover their mistake. His complaints had fallen on deaf ears but the list would have the proof.
He waited patiently in line as they checked off each student who entered the bus. Finally it came to him.
"Hmm, what's your name buddy?"
"Ed. I'm not with this group. There's been a mistake..."
"Hmm," said the driver completely ignoring Ed. "Ed. Ed. No, I don't see an Ed here. Hold on."
Once they had boarded all the other students the bus driver looked at him again and then consulted with the chaperones.
"Well, buddy I don't know how this happened but somehow you were left off the list!"
"Yeah, I'm not with the group!" said Ed, slowly so the driver could understand.
"No worries, kid. You get on in there and we'll sort this out at the daycare."
He looked at the bus. His heart raced. This wasn't happening.
"No way!" he said, backing up, only to find himself backing into a beefy male chaperone who hugged him from behind.
"Looks like we're having a little melt down. Don't worry, I know how to handle this."
The man hugged him close and whispered calming words into his ear. At the same time, the man walked one leg than the other behind his. With each crinkling step, Ed was forced to walk right onto the bus until they reached the front seat. The man sat down with Ed in his lap, rocking and shushing him the whole time. Ed was beginning to feel a bit calmer but he was still panicked. He didn't want to go to the daycare. When would this nightmare end?
Next thing he knew his vision went black as something was pulled over his eyes and ears. Soothing music began to play in his ears, and his vision was filled with little colored glowing dots moving around in front of him. The VR program kept him mesmerized for the entire trip. So much so, that he hardly notice the urge to urinate come and go several times on the way back to the daycare center. Everything would be fine. All he had to do was look at the colored dots. They'd realize the mistake once he got back to the daycare. Everything would be fine.