Published: June 28th 2022, 12:03:15 pm
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8
"Okay, kid, here we are." The big man pulled into a driveway and put the car into park. Harry sat up groggily and realized he must've fallen asleep. After such a tiring, stressful day, who could blame him?
"Whuh? Where are we?"
"We're home, bud. Now let's get up and go inside."
It was a peaceful neighborhood scene, orange clouds in the early sunset sky and neighbors walking their dogs and chatting. Harry looked down and blushed, remembering that he had no pants on - only a diaper.
"Um..."
"Oh, come on. Nobody here even knows you. What you embarrassed about?"
"But there are people about," said Harry, timid about his outfit. From the waist up he was a professional go getter - suit and tie. From the waist down he looked like an overgrown infant - just a diaper to hide his shame. But Larry the custodian wasn't taking no for an answer, he yanked open the door, unbuckled Harry and picked him up.
"Come on, bud. Legs around my waist. Off we go!"
"H-hey! Put me down!" Harry tried to fight it at first, but after a few moments, he gave up. Harry's fussing just drew more attention to the big baby as he was carried to the front steps.
"Hey neighbor!" called a man as they were halfway to the front door. "Pick yourself up a little buddy?" Harry tried to hide his face as his heart rate spiked.
"Yup! He showed up at my work. Poor guy had a little bladder problem and he didn't even have any protection... oops! There he goes again!"
The excitement was just too much for Harry and he jerked and spasmed, filling his diaper with more warm liquid. It seemed that he had run out of cum, and his body had switched over to piss. And yet, it felt no less pleasurable to fill his soft padding with the warm wetness. Just super embarrassing.
"Alright, bud, chat with ya later!" called Larry, waving and giving Harry a little pat on the crinkly tush. Harry had been so lost in the sensations of wetting his diaper uncontrollably that he completely missed most of the conversation. "See? Everyone's nice here. Let's get you inside so you can relax, huh?"
Harry nodded. That sounded good.
Larry shifted the poofy professional onto one hip as he jangled out his keys, bouncing him as he sorted through them. He had so many keys on so many carabiners that it was a wonder they weren't there all night.
"Okay, let's see here. Nope not this one. Not this one... Oh! Here we go."
The house was a one story ranch style house. It looked pretty respectable from the outside, and inside it was also nice, if a bit dated. Wood paneling lined the walls, track lighting lined the ceiling, and the carpet was an ugly shade of greenish tan straight from the 70's.
Harry thought that Larry might let him down when they got inside, but that was not the case. Instead, Larry carried him straight into the living room and plopped him down in front of the TV.
"You wait just a second while I get something." Harry had barely a moment to wonder what was happening before Larry returned with a soft fleece blanket and set it on the floor.
"Alright. You sit on this and don't move," said Larry, picking up Harry under the armpits to move him onto the blanket. "Just stay there awhile."
Harry scoffed as the big burly man picked up the remote control and switched on the TV.
"Cartoons? Seriously?"
"Seriously," said Larry. "You're way too stressed, or didn't you notice?"
"Of course I'm stressed! I've got things to do. People count on me! I-"
"What you need is to shut up and switch off that brain for a sec, or do you want to lose control of more than you already have?"
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
Larry just patted him on the head and said, "Don't worry about it right now. You just rest a bit, you've had a long day."
Harry sighed and sagged, as if all the fight had just drained out of him. Larry was right. It had been a long day. Satisfied, Larry left Harry to watch TV. Harry turned his attention to the screen, and caught himself chuckling a bit at the antics of a cartoon cat chasing a cartoon mouse around the rooms of a cartoon house. Then he stopped, chiding himself for laughing at such childish humor. He looked around for the remote, but soon realized that it was nowhere to be found. the big guy must've walked off with it.
"This is dumb. I haven't watched cartoons in... years. I don't have time for... Oooh! I remember this episode!" Harry found himself laughing again as he watched one of his favorite episodes of the show. Before he knew it, the big man had returned. A tap on the shoulder was sufficient to get Harry's attention once more. Harry turned to see that Larry had changed into pajama pants and a tank top, and was carrying something fabric on his arm.
"Hey, you wanna take off that work shirt and tie, bud? You don't have to be so dressed up here."
Harry nodded, and then blushed as Larry reached out to loosen his tie for him.
"I can do it myself," he said, pulling away, but the man's big strong hands just slipped off the tie and went to work on his buttons, as if he hadn't said anything at all.
"You can wear this shirt for now," said Larry, his face calm with a hint of a gentle smile as he took off the pampered professional's own shirt. "It'll be pretty big on you so you won't feel so naked."
"And no pants?" asked Harry, giving up on stopping the man from taking charge of his dressing.
"Hehe, not a chance. It's easier to check ya this way, super soaker."
Harry's face went bright red at that. "I'm not a...! I mean, look, I don't go peeing my pants all the time."
"So this is new?" asked Larry. "Arms up."
"Yes! That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Said Harry, putting up his arms so the big mustachioed man could slip on the shirt. "...Oh, come on, really?"
Harry looked down at the shirt to see the big smiling faces of the cartoon mouse and cats while Tom Kat sat there in booties, a bonnet, and a diaper looking fussy.
"I think it suits you," said the man, smirking.
"I don't like cartoons," said Harry, crossing his arms and soaking.
"Oh, no. Not in the least," said Larry, patting Harry's head. "That's why you were having a giggle fit. Now you stay there a bit. I'm going to cook us up something to eat. And no thinking. That's an order." The man ruffled Harry's hair and walked over to the kitchen, which was separated only by the kitchen counter that ran halfway across the room, leaving the big man with a clear view of Harry.
Harry watched as the man walked over to the cabinet and got a cup. He filled it with juice from the Fridge and fiddled with the top.
"You're bound to be dehydrated after all that liquid you lost. I wanna see you drink all of this," called the man.
"Thanks," called Harry. "I am a bit thirsty."
Harry was grateful for the drink, but when Larry handed it to him, he was shocked.
"I-is this a sippy cup?"
"I don't want you spilling on the carpet." said Larry, simply, and walked back to the kitchen to turn on the oven.
Harry grumbled a bit as he stared at the cup.
"I don't see you drinking," called Larry, and Harry put the cup up to his lips. It was the man's house after all, so he supposed he had no choice. He raised his eyebrows as the delicious taste of juice hit his tongue.
Harry took a gulp. And another. And another. And before he knew it, it was gone.
"Thirsty?" asked Larry, picking up the empty cup and shaking it.
"I've... not had juice in a long time. It was tasty," said Harry.
"Well, don't worry. There's plenty more where that came from. I'll get you another."
Another cartoon came on and Harry soon found himself engrossed in the story of Seamus the Sheep. Next thing he knew, he felt a hand on his rear and he jerked away.
"Hey! What's the big idea?"
"Whoo, boy, you're soaked!" said Larry. "You sure you only just started peein your pants, kid?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," said Harry. "And I didn't pee my pants. I didn't have to go at all this whole time. Wait a second..." Harry realized with horror that Larry was right. The padding around his tush was squishy and warm.
"It's fine," said Larry. "I was prepared for this. Lay back and let's get you changed again. Then it's yum yum time."