Published: August 24th 2021, 5:36:05 pm
Continuation of July 15, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 19”
Note: In the previous chapter, I mentioned he had a t-shirt on. In the final version, it will be corrected to say that after his diaper change, he was led out of the mall in nothing but a diaper.
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Frank was stuck. Not just stuck in his carseat stuck, but stuck in life. He had been with Leandra for some time - he had never meant for it to be a permanent thing. Playboy that he was, he had been planning to move on after college. But one thing led to another and once he got his cushy office job, he didn't have as much time to devote to playing loverboy. He ended up getting married, and his relationship stagnated. He stayed strictly mediocre in his marriage and his work, and his career stagnated too. He got comfortable. That's what it was. And when you get comfortable, it can take a lot of discomfort to induce one to change.
Discomfort was what Frank was feeling now in his carseat. He'd had a change alright - a diaper change in the middle of the mall in front of seemingly the whole town. He'd been led out of the mall in nothing but a diaper. And now he was stuck - stuck in his carseat, and stuck as his girlfriend and her lover's adult baby cuckold. He looked down at the strap, going between his legs, holding his diaper snugly in place and preventing him from getting even an inch of wiggle room. Gerard glanced at him in the rearview mirror.
"Aww, is the little boy cranky? Maybe he needs his nap, hmm?"
"I don't need naps," snapped Frank with a pout, crossing his arms and looking out the window. He didn't care if he was being rude. What more could Gerard do after the fiasco at the mall? Then he spotted a couple of cute girls driving a convertible next to his own and instinctively tried to cover his diaper. Not that it would do any good for him, since the huge baby carrier gave him away as a big baby immediately. But then he noticed that they weren't staring at him. They were looking at Gerard, and he had a whole new reason to be impressed.
"Uh oh, looks like we're popular," said Gerard. "Sorry ladies, I'm taken, he said, when the girls called over at the stoplight. "But I could use a babysitter for that guy if you're interested." He hiked a thumb back toward Frank, and the girls laughed and took off as the light turned green. "Sorry, Frank. It's a no go from them. We'll have to ask around."
Frank was looking aghast in the backseat. Was this actually happening? He gulped. He had been wrong. Gerard could do a lot more than he'd already done. "W-where are we? Why are we pulling into a body shop?"
Frank tried to shrink down in his car seat as a mechanic approached them, wiping off his hands on a greasy shop towel. Of course he couldn't hide, not even a little, and the mechanic took a good long look at him before turning back to frank with his bored, no-nonsense expression and spoke.
"So, what can I do for ya?"
"Hello, my good man," said Gerard, accentuating his French accent with an intentionally bubbly demeanor. "I heard you're the best fabrication body shop in town, and I want to restore this classic car to its original splendor."
The man gave the car a once over and looked at Frank again for a few seconds before his eyes traveled over the cracked leather of the back seat. "Yeah, it's a nice ride. So you want a full restoration? That's gonna cost a pretty penny."
"It's no problem," said Gerard. "I just acquired it, so I want it looking nice and new. A new look for a new life." The mechanic looked to Frank and back to Gerard again, but said nothing for a few moments.
"We can have it in next Tuesday," he said, finally, pronouncing the word like 'Tuesdee'.
"Sounds good," said Gerard. "You hear that Frank? Your old car is getting a makeover too!" For the first time, Frank saw the mechanic grin. Frank looked like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes going wide when Gerard addressed him directly. He felt like Gerard was giving the mechanic his whole life story, and he was sure to be the talk of the shop when they left.
"You have a good day now," said the mechanic, still grinning as they pulled away and drove toward home. Frank was speechless as they continued on their way, and once again, Gerard caught his eye in the rearview mirror and smiled.
"What an exciting day," he said. "I never knew it would be so fun to take my baby on errands around town." Fun? Fun was a relative concept as far as Frank was concerned. "We'll have to do this more often," concluded Gerard.
"M-m-more often?" asked Frank. He gulped.
"Yes. Maybe even a family outing. You. Me. Leandra. Your new stroller. It'll be so much fun."
"Don't you dare..." said Frank, scowling and staring Gerard down defiantly.
"Is that a challenge, little man?" asked Gerard, cocking in eyebrow before smiling and focusing his attention back on the road. "Well, we'll just see about that."
Frank gulped. Maybe he could finally talk some sense into Leandra when they got home. He was supposed to learning some kind of lesson from all this, wasn't he? He was sure that whatever it was Leandra was mad about, today was more than enough to make up for it. She couldn't stay mad, could she? She couldn't stay with Gerard. Frank told himself comforting lies the whole way back. But of course, that's all they were. All of the equipment and furniture Gerard had bought for his home and Frank's new baby life made it clear that they were planning to keep Frank as a baby for a good long time.