Published: May 3rd 2022, 3:48:42 am
Author's Note: I just wanted to do something spontaneous today and it got pretty silly... enjoy!
"Oh! Mister Hunk! Mister Hunk! Can I get a picture?"
The action star looked at the small group of adoring fans as he approached the entrance to the convention center. He smiled and puffed out his chest a little.
"Why, sure! That's what I'm here for!"
"Oh, great!" The small group of fans gathered round, looking to get selfies with the action star himself.
"Uh, watch your hands there," said Mr. Hunk. The fans were getting a little too close. This was why he was never supposed to do this without a handler. Where was his handler?
"Oh, this is perfect, nyan!" cried a cute girl wearing a cat-ear headband and reaching into her bag. "Oh, but can you wear this?"
"Uh..." Mr. Hunk was thrown off. Now only were the fans tugging him every which way, but they all started bringing out items from their bag... items from some sort of costume. "Uh... what is that? Is that a towel? N-no, I can't... oof!"
The hero was thrown off balance and soon found his clothes being tugged off to be replaced with something far different from his usually rugged and masculine style.
"Oh! He's so cute, nyan!" cried the catgirl cosplayer.
"These will make the perfect pictures for social media!" said another fan, who was wearing a joker outfit and snapping away with his digital camera.
"H-hey, no! You can't publish those!" The man blushed as he looked down to find himself nearly naked, his rippling abs descending toward a thick cloth diaper. A babyish bib with a hanging pacifier around his neck, and silly frilly socks on his feet.
"Aww! Look! His knees are going together! He's so cute! Do you think he's going to pee his pants for us?"
"Ooh, yes, nyan! Pee your pants!"
"N-no! I c-c-can't!" said the action star, covering up his crotch as he suddenly felt the intense need to pee. A chant came up from the crowd, as more people came to watch what was going on, attracted by all the commotion.
"Pee your pants! Pee your pants! Pee your pants!"
Ever the people pleaser, Mr. Hunk was obliged to comply.
"Ngh! Oh no! I'm p-p-peeeing my pampers!" the man cried. "Wahhhh!"
His cries were were quickly silenced as one of the onlookers stopped snacking for a second to help.
"Hold my cheetos," he said, brushing off his orange fingers on his taut nostalgic tee-shirt. The man waddled up to the action hero, grabbed the paci, and shoved it into Mr. Hunk's mouth. "Therrre we go! All better!"
The cameras came out and Mr. Hunk was caught in his worst nightmare: bad publicity!
"Excuse me! Coming through! I'm mister hunk's handler!" The man stopped as he pressed through the crowd, his arms held out wide separating the people to stand in front of the action start. HIs sunglasses hung down on his nose, and a lock of curly blonde hair hung down as the well-dressed handler looked at his client in shock.
"Oh my gods! Mister Hunk! ....You're going to be late for your panel! Let's go!"
"But I can't go dwessed wike dis!" whined the man.
Too. The handler wasn't listening.
Next thing he knew, the action star was standing there in the middle of opening ceremonies in front of the mic with no idea of what he was supposed to say. How could he remember anything dressed in this humiliating outfit? Instead, he froze up on stage as he saw the massive crowd of people staring. The cameras all pointed at him. His own image projected on the 20 foot screen behind him, showing every minute detail of his humiliating outfit, including the yellow drips that were suddenly fouring out from the center of the well-used cloth diaper.
"Uh oh, folks!" said the emcee, rolling with it. "Looks like little hero is due for a diaper change! What do you say folks? Is it time to send him back to superhero nursery school?"
The crowd roared in agreement, and that moment, a new series was born with our protagonist Mr. Hunk as the star character of the adult baby heroverse.
"I nevow signed up fow dis!" whined the man, shaking his rattle as he sat in his now very familiar daycare playpen.
"Oh, but you did," said his handler, smirking and holding up his contract. "For ten more years, we own you. And by the time those ten years are up, you won't have a choice but to keep taking on baby roles, because that's going to be all people remember you for! Muahahaha!"
"And cut!" said the director. "That's a wrap!"
"Can I take these off now?" asked the miserable Mr. Hunk, looking down at his thick diapers and puffy mitts which prevented him from taking it off himself.
"No," said the director and his handler in unison. The handler continued, apologizing to the director. "Ahem, excuse me. Yeah, no. It would ruin your image that we're trying to build. No, you have to live as a big baby 24/7 from now on. Now, no more whining. It's time for your strained peas so you can stay big and healthy for the camera. Then your nap, before we continue shooting!"
Mr. Hunk pouted. The whole thing had spun out of control. Everyone ate those con photos up, and now everyone wanted more of the big baby action star. They couldn't get enough of him, which meant Hollywood couldn't get enough of putting him out there for everyone to gush over.
No more fancy dinners, cool clubs, or sexy dates. His life was ones of diapers, and bottles, and soft cuddly cozy clothes and restraints wherever he went. Nothing he touched was hard enough to even bump his shin on. He was totally and completely safe and protected, and that went double for his diaper zone.
"This thucks," he said, sucking his pacifier and messing with the front of his diapers, rubbing his padded hands over them. "This... hhhh.... Unff... really.... Unh.... blows.... Oooh..."
Well, as much as it sucked, being diapered did have its perks. Like it or not, Mr. Hunk was beginning to enjoy his diapers, and that was probably a good thing because he was going to be a big baby for a long time to come...