Published: August 27th 2021, 3:01:03 pm
Continuation of August 26, 2021 "Diapercuck's Life Pt. 22"
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Frank was astounded. He knew better than to ask questions with a pacifier in his mouth. And besides that, he really didn't want the movers to start asking more questions when he opened his big yap. Maybe they'd think he was there for some medical reason, he reasoned. They were medical restraints, after all.
"Yeah he's a total cuckold," came Gerard's voice from the hallway, and then he was in the room, clearing the open packs of pull-ups and diapers off the dresser so the movers could move it. That answers that question, thought Frank, as Gerard told his life story to the group of strangers.
"Oh yeah? And he's into it?" asked the guy who had pointed out Frank to his colleague before. He seemed very into the idea. Moreso than any of the rest, whose reactions ranged from mild interest to boredom.
"He loves it. Agreed to be our cock-locked baby 24/7 while we have fun in the bedroom any time we want. We even post the videos of his cucky treatment online."
"Oh... hehe... uh... th-that's... pretty interesting. Where did you say you posted that again?" The mover gave a guilty smile and scratched the back of his head as a blush spread up his cheeks.
"Hey, Jake! Chit chat is for later. We're trying to move this dresser over here."
"I'll give you the link," said Gerard, with a half-grin. He looked over to Frank and winked. Frank was bright red from head to toe at this point. He had never been more humiliated in his life. But there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't even move his hands down to cover his diaper. And to top it off, he had to pee.
Frank watched as the room gradually transformed from a guest room into a nursery before his very eyes. The dresser was replaced a colorful dresser with a bright red top, bright yellow handles, and decorated with plenty of animals hand carved and painted. He watched as his new changing table was installed. Stacks of diapers rose higher and higher against the far wall. The circus theme of the room gradually took place, accentuated with wall decals and a runner which Leandra and Gerard put up while the movers did the heavy lifting. Eventually, it was time to let Frank out of his restraints, and he was transferred into a baby carrier, strapped securely in, and handed a bottle. He was instructed to drink it, and he watched, gulping down the creamy liquid as his bed was replaced by the big 'tiger cage' crib.
"Good boy," said Gerard, patting his head after Frank pulled the empty bottle away and burped. He took the bottle and unstrapped Frank from his Carrier. Frank went from the carrier to the crib. From one form of restrictive equipment to another. This was his life now. With his room a nursery, he found it easier to accept this truth and harder to lie to himself that he had any other option but the street. But of course he knew that Leandra would never let that happen. She loved him too much. He wondered what she would do if he really did go out on the street and refuse to play along. Maybe it was time to call their bluff.
When the movers were nearly done, but before they left, Leandra announced naptime was over and Frank was lifted out of his crib and laid onto the changing table. Oh great, Frank thought. He was already thinking of it as his crib. Then the strap went across his chest and his eyes widened as he realized where he was.
"N- no... not here... not wif dem watchin-"
"Shhh, sweetie," said Leandra, smiling down at him and pressing down on his pacifier. "No talking with your binky in. Just relax. Mommy and Daddy will get you out of that soggy didee in no time." Frank blushed and squirmed as Mommy and Daddy cooed above him in full view of the moving crew and his superfan, who was rooted to the spot as he watched.
Jake had basically become another piece of furniture during this whole ordeal and the other movers had to work around him. Luckily, they were mostly done, so they were able to finish pretty quickly and enjoy the show.
With much fuss and exaggeration, Frank was changed. Leandra and Gerard made many comments about how cute the little boy was and played with his little cage and talked about his didees. Frank just had to endure it, as well as the pain the cage was causing on his poor straining pee-pee.
"Aww, look, honey! It's trying to get hard."
"Maybe when he grows up he'll have a big one just like his Daddy. Although I'm not sure this one will ever grow up. He likes being a baby cucky too much, doesn't he?"
Finally, Frank was changed, and he was permitted to leave the nursery, holding Daddy and Mommy's hand, of course. He thought he might be able to put the nursery out of his mind for a little while until he saw the changes to the rest of the house.