Published: March 25th 2023, 12:59:37 am
Brin spent the rest of the day running around the festival barefoot in a t-shirt and a diaper, and definitely no pants. He was pantsless all the way back out to the parking lot, and Daddy buckled him into his carseat just like that. Brin felt very shy walking out in just a diaper like that, but that's what Daddy wanted, and Daddy was in charge.
"Are you sure I can't have some pants, or at least a blanket to cover up?" asked Brin, his voice a nervous quaver as he looked around at the other cars on the highway.
"Are you cold?" asked Daddy, not taking his eyes off the road as he kept two hands on the steering wheel.
"No, but..."
"Then no," said Daddy. "What do you need to cover up, anyway?"
"My d-diaper," said Brin, his voice small and timid as he said the 'D' word.
"Not this again," said Daddy. "When we met, you said you wanted to be a full time diaperboy, didn't you? Well, that means other people are gonna see your diaper. That does not mean hiding your diapers and the fact that you need them from anyone. Do you understand me, little man?"
"Yes, but... it's embarrassing," said Brin.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, little one. You're an adorable little diaper butt. That's all there is to it. Now no more fussing or you'll be sucking on your binky too."
Brin knew that his diapers might escape detection from all the busy drivers, but the other people on the road would definitely notice a big pacifier stuck in his mouth, so he shut it. Things were going relatively smoothly until Daddy pulled off the road and into a drive-through. He came to stop in front of the ordering menu.
"Daddy, no!" whined, Brin, squirming and trying in vain to get out of the child-proof seat. He didn't want to be seen like this by anyone, but Daddy was not sympathetic.
"That's it, young man. You're getting a pacifier now!"
Daddy unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed the Pacifier from the dangling paci keeper on Brin's shirt. An adorable pacifier in custard yellow with pastel sheep bouncing around the mouthguard. In it went, effectively silencing the fussy boy until it was time to eat.
"Now you stop fussing or we're going to eat in, and then you can park your padded butt in the high chair for dinner, got it? Sorry about that," Daddy said, turning back to the ordering menu. "Can I have a Bendy's chicken sandwich with curly fries and a cola, and a Bendy's chicken fingers kids meal with milk for the little one?"
"Sure thing, coming right up," said the order taker. Brin could hear giggling in the background, and just knew that the order person wasn't the only one to hear that embarrassing little exchange. Sure enough, when they pulled up to the window to pay, it was absolutely crammed with employees wanting to get a look at the spectacle of the big baby in his carseat.
"Hey, isn't that the Diaper Dude from the music festival?" asked one of the employees.
Diaper dude? thought Brin, how would he know about that?
"Yeah, we were just there," said Daddy, taking back his credit card and signing the slip of paper.
"Yo, could I get a selfie in front of him?"
"Yeah, sure," said Daddy, pulling forward and rolling down the back window so they could get a clear shot. Brin tried to hide his face and his diaper, but hi couldn't do both at once. Brin couldn't believe what was happening, but before he could process this confusing happening, Daddy pulled forward to the next window to get their food. Soon, they were on their way home, the delightful aroma of greasy fast food filling the car.
At home, Daddy stopped Brin at the entry way. Take a seat. I'll be right bekc."
Daddy came back and wiped Brin's feet off with a wet washcloth, and then brought Brin to his high chair where he was strapped in nice and secure around the crotch so he couldn't slip out. He shifted on the squeaky plastic and heard the crinkle of his diaper. All sensations and sounds that reminded him of the life he was now living.
Daddy placed his food in front of him and he knew he would have to eat it with his hands like a toddler. That was the norm for Brin when he wasn't being fed by Daddy. So there Brin was eating his chicken fingers on his plastic high chair tray while Daddy sat at the table like a big man and ate his sandwich. This felt right. Moments like these were why Brin was so happy to live with Daddy, even if he did push Brin a little further than he would ever be willing to go on his own.
"Let's check out the social medias, shall we?" asked Daddy. The moment he opened up Chirper, Daddy's face lit up. He scrolled some more, and shook his head.
"Well, I'll be! Check this out, kiddo! You're Chirper famous!"
He turned the phone to show Brin that videos of the 'Diaper Dude' wandering the festival made up the entirety of his feed. Brin's jaw dropped, a piece of half-eaten chicken finger falling to the tray.
"Of course this is just diaper chirper. I'm sure that it's not trending on the mainstream feed." Daddy switched over to the regular news feed and paused. "Oh. Well, maybe it is." He then checked PhotoGram, Stumbler, Ding Dong, and FaceSpace. It was trending on all of them. "Well... guess you don't have to worry about coming out anymore," said Daddy, with a chuckle.
"What?!" Brin said, chunks of chicken spraying out everywhere as he yelled.
"Inside voice mister," said Daddy, making a stern face. "And don't make a mess! You just lost your feeding priveleges for the week."
"But- but- but-" Brin was stuck. Maybe his friends and family didn't see it. Or maybe they wouldn't recognize him. He was nervous but also really excited by the idea. His face was red just thinking about it.