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Daily Free-Write September 3, 2022: Moving Day 1+2
🕑 Added 2022-09-04 07:16:46 +0000 UTCNote: This is a continuation of an old freewrite from November 4, 2020 based on someone's suggestion in the chat. What do you think of ghost hands forcing you toward babyhood? Could be fun, right?
The acrid stench of cat piss stung Randy's nose the moment he closed the door to the u-move van.
"Ugh, this thing reeks!"
"Hey, it wasn't me," said his partner Lou, an older man with a puffy black vest and a beanie pulled over his shaved head.
"Yeah, I'll bet it was you. You been drinkin too much coffee, that's what it is!" said Randy. Lou punched him in the arm, enough to sting but still laugh off.
"Alright, alright, enough horseplay." said Randy. "What's the Job today? Just another cleanup?"
"You got it. Tenant left the place totally abandoned. Didn't take anything with him. And apparently, he was into some pretty weird shit too. You'll see what I mean when we get there. The landlord wants it hush hush, so if anyone asks, we're his cousins.
"Got it." said Randy. "Weird, I wonder what happened to him."
"I dunno man, but from what I'm told he was actin pretty weird before he left. Kept talking about hands and, get this, he was walking around in a diaper!"
"Y-yeah, that's pretty weird alright," said Randy. He didn't dare tell Lou that the 'D' word got a rise out of him. He didn't know why, he'd never thought much about it but for some reason he got excited whenever he heard mention of diapers.
They got to the spot in no time at all. It was just a regular old apartment complex. They stopped by the front office to pick up the keys to the room.
"So you're cleaning the baby's apartment huh?"
"The baby?" asked Randy and Lou at the same time.
"Yeah. Oh you didn't know? Guy was an adult baby. It was an open secret around here. I mean, I can't say when it started but sure enough used diapers started appearing in the dumpster. And I'm talking adult-sized diapers. Then he started dressing like a baby. Acting like a baby. Never seemed happy about it, but then I guess that was part of his act. He even acted like someone was keeping him in diapers. Weird, I know, but true!"
"Yeah, we're just uh... doing our jobs." said Randy.
"Tell me what you find and I'll give you an extra 20. 40 if you send pictures!"
They thanked the lady behind the desk and made their way to the apartment.
Sure enough it was still fully furnished just as described. There was a playpen in the middle of the living room, and some empty containers of baby food sitting on the kitchen counter. Aside from the lights being off when they arrived, the guy could have left yesterday instead of a month ago.
"Hey, they said we could take anything we wanted for ourselves," said Lou. "And there's some nice stuff here! Dibs on the couch!"
"Yeah, hehe, I'll take the playpen," said Randy. They looked at each other for a second, then they both broke out laughing.
They checked all the rooms and found little signs that made it obvious the previous tenant was an adult baby. Bath toys in the bathroom. Sippy cups in the kitchen. But when they got to his room, they hit the mother lode.
"Holy Jeebus!" said Lou. "That's an adult sized crib!" That wasn't the only thing they saw. Stacks and stacks of adult diapers were waiting in the closet, and of course plenty of babyish attire in not so babyish sizes.
"Hey Randy! I bet this could fit you." said Lou.
Randy blushed beet red and instantly popped a boner, which his jeans hopefully hid.
"H-hey, man, that's not funny!"
"I think it is! Why don't you put it on!"
"No way, dude, that's weird. It's like... wearing a dead guy's clothes!"
"We don’t' even know what happened to him, man. He could have just skipped town because of too many parking tickets. He could be in Fiji right now for all we know!"
"Yeah, yeah, let's just take the pictures so we can get those 40 bucks and get on with the job, eh?"
It took several trips between the apartment and the dump, and they got most everything except the pieces of furniture Lou wanted, and of course the nursery itself.
"Best for last, am I right?" asked Lou.
"Hehe, yeah." said Randy. As they began to disassemble the crib, he began to wish that he could try out some of that stuff himself. He hadn't really thought about it before but a nagging voice in his head told him he'd really enjoy it if he tried it.
They were almost done loading up the truck with the nursery stuff when Lou stopped and said, "Hey! I gotta go to the little boys' room! Be right back!"
The moment he left, Randy's head snapped back to look toward the nursery.
"You should put one on." said a little voice in his head. "You know you'll like it. Put one on. Nobody has to know!"
He found himself walking into the room without even thinking about it. His heart began to race as he got closer to the remaining packs of diapers. One was already torn open. He reached for a diaper, fingered the stiff plastic edge with his forefinger. He looked over his shoulder, nervous that Lou would reappear at any moment, then he went for it. He grabbed it and was going to slip it under his shirt, but instead found his pants already unbuttoned and his underwear going down around his ankles. He laid back on the ground of the unfurnished nursery and let the diaper fold itself around him. He felt hands smoothing the diaper tight around him, wrapping him like a present, and then the tapes. One. Two. Three. Four.
"There you go little boy," said the voice, now clearly coming from outside his head.
"Thanks," he mumbled, and the underwear and pants made their way back up over the diaper. Zipping and buckling themselves secure.
"Hey buddy, what are you doing on the ground? Waiting for a diaper change?" said Lou.
Randy laughed, "Oh, no, I'm not sure really. Guess I just got tired! Let's finish this up so we can come back for your stuff."
"Yeah sure," said Lou, giving Randy a weird look.
Randy jumped in the driver's seat and they headed off toward the dump.
"Hey, Randy. This isn't the way to the dump."
"What?" said Randy, as they took the exit off the freeway.
"I said this isn't the way to the dump. Wait, this is the way to your house."
"Oh...I... I guess it is!"
Randy tried to make a correction but he found that the wheel seemed to steer itself. He could feel two hands over his own. Bigger and stronger. And the voice whispered in his ear. Just keep driving, baby boy. It now had a deeper, more human quality.
"Yes, Daddy," he mumbled.
"You... wanna tell me something, buddy boy?" asked Lou when they parked outside of Randy's home.
"Oh, let's just load it into the garage for now. I think I could get some money for this... or something."
"Hey, man. Whatever tickles your pickle, Randy. You know I'm going to give you shit for this forever, though, baby-man."
"Hey, come on, now."
"Is it baby-man, or man-baby?"
"How should I know? Just let's get this unloaded so we can finish the day."
"Okay, okay," said Lou. Then he paused, and his hand shot out to squeeze Randy's crotch.
"You're wearing a diaper! I knew it! You ARE a man-baby!" said Lou, laughing.
Randy began to whimper as he felt invisible hands rub at his crotch and butt. What was happening? Why was he so turned on by this? He began to cry louder and Lou stopped and watched, uncertain of what to do. Randy felt hands curl his right hand into a fist with the thumb sticking out. The thumb was jammed into his mouth and he began to suck it. At that moment he spurted into his diapers, moaning into his thumb. His ragged breaths and convulsing body gave no doubt that he was enjoying himself.
Lou was shocked.
"This is too weird for me, man. I'm out."
He made to leave the cab but was stopped. A little voice in his head told him otherwise.
"H-hey man. Actually... do you mind if I spend the weekend at your place?"
*****
Randy and Lou both looked at each other furtively and then around at the neighborhood as they unloaded the whole contents of the moving van into Randy's apartment: crib and playpen; sippy cups and baby food; babyish attire; and of course, stacks and stacks of adult diapers. They were relieved when they finally got everything in without anyone taking much notice. But then they ran into another problem.
"Where am I gonna put this all," muttered Randy to himself, as they looked at the whole kit and kaboodle sitting near the entrance to the house. Ideas were already forming in his mind, and that little voice in his head seemed to know just where everything should go. But both him and Lou were too excited to do anything before grabbing a hold of the next thick diaper.
This time, it was Lou's turn to find his pants around his ankles and lay down on the floor at the bottom of the stairs while Randy found himself diapering Lou on autopilot.
"There's a good boy," said Randy, whose voice had suddenly gotten deeper and different in tone. "Good boys wear diapers. You love your diapers."
Lou blushed an nodded as his thumb forced its way into his mouth. He could swear he felt a hand grabbing his own and forcing his thumb out as it was shoved toward his face. He could swear he felt something cupping his diaper and rubbing even as Randy stepped back and allowed Lou's pants to pull themselves back up and button themselves shut.
Something odd was happening, but Randy was feeling too good in his thick diaper to think about it. That's what the voice told him, at least.
Now that they were both padded, they felt hornier than ever. It suddenly seemed like a good idea to load up Randy's old furniture into the moving van as fast as possible and drive it to the dump.
"This moving van sure does smell, doesn't it?" asked Lou, trying to make conversation as he sat there crinkling and feeling a bit awkward in the passengers seat, knowing what they were both wearing under their pants.
"S-sorry..." said Randy, blushing deeply. Lou looked at him, shocked.
'Y-you used it?"
Randy didn't answer, just turned up his lips and grunted. Lou suddenly had the idea that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to use it himself. After all, he wouldn't know if he liked it until he tried it, said the voice inside his head. And nobody had to know...
"You should wet your diaper." said Randy, in that unfamiliar voice. At least Lou thought Randy had said it, but... well, the strange thing was, he could swear Randy's mouth had been shut the whole time. Of course, Lou could have been distracted as they entered the junkyard, ready to junk everything in Randy's apartment that wasn't baby furniture, clothing, and accessories.
"Y-you sure you want to do this?" asked Lou, his voice relieved as he finally managed to dribble a bit into the front of his diaper. It wasn't much but it was a start.
Randy wasn't sure he wanted to chuck all his stuff. In fact, part of his mind was screaming no.
"What am I doing? Why the hell would I throw all my stuff out?" asked Randy, but it was a mumble so low that Lou couldn't hear it above the crinkling of their diapers.
Regardless of his reservations, Randy found himself unloading the van with Lou, taking out his bed, his dishes, couch and clothes - even his underwear.
"You won't need those anymore," said the voice, "Good little boys wear diapers."
"Good little boys wear diapers," murmured Randy.
"What was that?" asked Lou, too engrossed in the feelings between his legs to catch what Randy was saying. It felt like the diaper was rubbing up against his private parts, masturbating him with every movement. It almost felt like there was a hand there, rubbing the bulge, slipping a finger past the leak guard and tickling his pee-pee in just the right way.
Lou had to bite his lip several times as they moved to keep from blowing his load. The feeling seemed to die down whenever he got too close, but seemed to come right back again as soon as he recovered. It was torture, and he couldn't wait to go blow his load somewhere private. Nothing would feel better than making a sticky mess inside his diapers. At least that's what the little voice in hi shead told him.
As soon as humanly possible, the duo were back in their van, heading back to drop it off at the rental place, and on their way in their own cars back to Randy's house for a weekend of fun.
"Guess we got our work cut out for us," said Lou as they stood in the entrance to Randy's house and surveyed all that needed to be put away.
"The sooner we start, the sooner we can chill, and enjoy ourselves," said Randy. All he had to do was repeat the words that came to mind and everything would be fine. At least that's what the little voice in his head told him.
