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Daily Free-Write June 16, 2022: Stressed at Work Pt. 8
🕑 Added 2022-06-17 07:07:52 +0000 UTCPt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7
"Hey kid, listen," began Larry, throwing his arm over the back of the passenger's seat as turned to look back at Harry. Then he paused. "W-wait... what are you doing?"
"N-nothinggggg," said Harry, fighting to keep from crying and instantly losing as he broke down in sobs.
Suddenly unnerved by Harry's tears, Larry, found himself both feeling for the guy and unsure of what to do. "H-hey, listen... it's not all that bad, kid. You gotta know how to break into your own house, right? You probably have a key hidden somewhere..." Harry just sobbed and shook his head. "O-or an unlocked door or... a window?"
"I'm so stupid," said Harry. "S-so stupid and now I'm crying all over your car and getting it all wet..."
"Kid... that ain't tears... whoa, whoa, whoa, get out of the car. Now."
The man's sudden stern tone shocked Harry out of his tears and he jumped out of the car, fully expecting Larry to drive off, but instead, Larry put the car in park and stepped out of the car, rolling up his sleeves.
"You heard what I said, didn'tcha? I said no leakin in my car or else."
Harry winced, as the man approached. He's gonna hit me! He thought, closing his eyes and raising up an arm to protect himself, which left him completely undefended for what was really happening.
Harry suddenly felt a cold whoosh of air around his legs, and he looked down to see his pants around his ankles.
"What the- whoa!" He found himself tilted back as the bigger man grabbed Harry under his arm and swung him horizontal to whip off his pants all the way.
"N-no!" yelled Harry, covering himself up.
"I'd be quiet if I were you," said Larry, gruffly. "Do you want the whole neighborhood to hear?"
Indeed, a few passers by glanced curiously at the spectacle on their street.
"G-give me back my p-p-pants," whined Harry, feebly reaching out.
"These dirty old things? Not a chance, kiddo. They're cum crusted and damp. What you need is a diaper change, and that's just what you're gonna get. Shoulda gotten one before we left. Don't know why I listened to a kid like you who doesn't even know he needs diapers..."
The big muscular man muttered to himself as he went about grabbing a diaper and opening the back door.
"In ya go, kid," said Larry, letting Harry down and pointing. "On yer back! ...Unless ya wanna get changed in front of the whole neighborhood..."
"N-no! I'll go, I'll go."
Harry quickly complied, getting on his back on the newly opened diaper so that the big man could change him. "But you know, I really don't need-"
"Don't even try it, kid. You obviously need them. Look!"
Sure enough, when the man opened up Harry's diaper and held it up, there was clearly a yellow tint to it.
"What the? B-but I didn't- I mean I... what?!" Harry couldn't believe it. He could have sworn it was just cum in that diaper. How could he have pissed himself and not known it?
"Well, looks to me like you don't know what's happenin down there," said Larry, as he deftly changed the poor professional. "Don't worry, that's what they're for. You don't worry your little head about it, kid. I'll have you right as rain in no time. There, see? Don't that feel better?"
Harry sniffled. "Y-yeah... a bit..."
Larry nodded as he patted Harry's diaper.
"That's right. Now about your little housing situation..."
Harry started to sit up, rubbing his eyes and looking toward his house. He was really stuck now. He watched, blushing as the man walked over to the garbage bin and tossed his diaper. Then, he began unbuttoning his shirt to wrap around his waist so he could step out fo the car with some dignity. Before he even finished standing up, Larry was there, arresting him with a palm on his chest.
"Hold it, you're not goin' anywhere, buddy boy."
"Wha?" asked Harry, not sure he was hearing things right.
"You can't even change your own diapers, much less survive out here on your own without your house keys."
"I-I mean, I can just call the locksmi-"
"With what phone? Your phone's dead by now, isn't it? And I'm pretty sure the neighbors aren't prepared to look after a big kid like yourself while ya wait for him to get here."
"No, I guess now," said Harry, frowning and rubbing his arm as he sat up. "So what am I gonna do?"
The man shook his head. "Shoot. I guess you'll just have to stay with me."
Harry's eyes went wide. "W-what? Really?"
"Yeah, really. I'm not leavin no kid like you out on your own like that."
"Y-you don't have to," sniffled Harry, grateful even if the man was keeping him diapered.
"Yeah. I do. Now stop your belly achin and get yer seatbelt on. It's time to go home, kid."
Harry sniffled and nodded. Today was stressfull enough. He didn't want to have to do any more thinking, so letting Harry take over seemed the easiest thing to do, and a welcome relief from all his stress at work. It made this whole situation seem a little less scary.
The man made sure that Harry's seatbelt was secure before walking back around to the driver's seat, an action that made Harry blush. It made him feel like a little kid for real - that he couldn't be trusted to buckle himself in. And of course the fact that he was sitting in the car with nothing but a diaper below the waist didn't help.
"Alright, kid. Off we go!"
This was the strangest day ever, but somehow Harry hoped it would all work itself out. Tomorrow everything would go back to normal, right?
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Yay!!!! I love your work you are an amazing author.
We'll be coming back to this one soon, so I'm glad you like it!
I have my ideas! Hope to get back to this one shortly
This is my favourite in such a long time! I love nothing more than a boy slowly accepting his new life as a nappy boy. Also the mention of castor oil is promising haha
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No it won't go back to normal Larry has claws in him now I wonder how this will progress
