Man of the House 2, Part 1

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"Dude, Shawn, you're playing like shit today. What's up?"

There was a little more concern in his voice than you might think, but it was obvious the guys were getting frustrated with me. I groaned and rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms, watching as my body spun lifelessly across the screen and impacted the side of a mountain. I'd somehow managed to drive our little battalion over a land mine and blown us all to Hell before the mission even started.

"Yeah, sorry guys, I'm.. still wakin' up, I guess." I muttered into the boom of my mic and slumped back into my chair. It wasn't a lie, at least; I did just get up from a nap. But it wasn't the reason I was somewhat distracted from my game.

"Aw, your stepdad decide you need a nap or something?"

That got the guys giggling over their crappy headsets, and I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment. They only knew the basics of my strange relationship with my impossibly handsome stepdad, mostly that he made me wear diapers; but of course, a lack of information has never stopped a college-aged boy from acting like a dick.

"Ugh, dumbass. He’s not even here." I self-consciously shifted in my chair, leaning back a little to stretch my back, suddenly acutely aware of the bulk of the thick diaper between my legs, and how it shifted and crinkled audibly with every motion I made. "Get off my ass, I told you I was just wakin' up."

"Yeah yeah, don’t get your diapers knotted up, Daddy's boy. I’ll drive this time."

"Asshole…" I mumbled without queuing my mic, and a rumble in my stomach made me wince and curl my toes. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, bending my knees and trying to fight back the inevitable urge. Since Rhett had changed the locks on the bathroom doors, I'd been confined exclusively to diapers, and that unfortunately meant using them for everything.

As I climbed into the back seat of the Jeep with the rest of my respawned teammates, I thought briefly about my canine stepdad standing over me, smirking down at me between my raised legs as he held my ankles and lifted my butt, ignoring any ounce of modesty I might have had as he cleaned me up and diapered me, easily replacing me as the male head of the household. 

"DUDE, you're just as bad as Shawn!"

I came back out of my reverie, half-hard at the embarrassing memory, to see our Jeep plunging off a cliff and the rest of the guys clamoring over the mic about whose fault it was. I was about to add my own two cents, but another sinking feeling in my stomach made me just wince my eyes shut. 

I knew that it was inevitable that I would lose control, and that Rhett would change my diaper when he saw fit, but I wasn't in any hurry to do so. Especially since he wasn't going to be home for another few hours. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck indoors with a full diaper, waiting on my stepdad to get home and take care of me. 

"Shawn! You up there!?" A booming voice from downstairs startled me as if on cue, and I pulled my headset off to hear the front door shut and the heavy footsteps of a certain Malinois coming up the stairs.

"I gotta go, guys, sorry!" I spoke quickly into the mic amid the chaos of blame, disconnecting from the call before I could get any more teasing from my idiot friends. Getting up out of my chair, I put my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, trying to pull it down enough to cover the soft, plastic front of my diaper and moved to peek out the door to my bedroom, catching sight of my stepdad as he came up the stairs.

"Hey buddy, you plan on going out dressed like that?" The dog chuckled, the upper buttons of his dress shirt undone enough to show his collarbone and the deep neck of his undershirt, more than enough to get my imagination racing. I stepped back, and he pushed his way into my room, brushing close enough that I caught a whiff of his deodorant and the masculine scent just underneath. He patted me firmly on the seat of my diaper, a subtle reminder that I couldn’t hide it from him.

"Oh, wha-" I stammered, then coughed a couple of times, completely taken aback by his presence. His shift at work didn’t end until almost evening, so to see him in the afternoon was more of a shock than anticipated. "Ugh… what do you mean? Where are we going?"

"Did you not check your phone? I know I texted you a couple of different times." As he spoke, he straightened my hoodie, then grabbed the hips of my diaper and gave it a tug, pretending that he was making sure it fit right, but he was really just reminding me of its unavoidable presence. "I snuck an extra long lunch today, so I could take you shopping for some new school clothes."

"Rhett, you-" I groaned, slumping my shoulders and feeling myself redden in the ears all over again. Shopping for school clothes, like I was going into 3rd grade. "You… didn't have to do that, all my regular clothes are fine."

"Nah." He shrugged my concerns off easily enough, and before I could protest, he leaned over my shoulder and grabbed the seat of my diaper, pulling the waistband back and peeking down inside at my baby powdered butt, no doubt checking to see if I needed changing before we left. "Go ahead and get dressed, we gotta get goin'!"

"Ugh, I'm FINE!" I snapped at him, blushing heatedly and pulling away from the prolonged diaper check. The big dog just chuckled and had a seat on my bed, looking irresistible as usual in his work clothes, and I did my best to ignore him as I pulled a pair of jeans from my closet and bent over to pull them on over my bare feet.

"Those new diapers definitely fit your butt better." I bristled at the mention, belatedly realizing that I'd been pointing my ass directly at the dog, groaning inwardly as I straightened to pull my jeans up my legs and settle them awkwardly around the bulk of my thick diapers. "Your jeans look a little too tight, though. Maybe get you a size bigger today."

"I'm not wearing di—these when I go back to school, Rhett." My ears flattened at the implication, and I hurriedly snuggled my jeans up over the bulk of my diaper, pulled the zipper up and buttoned them tight. They did fit a little tight over such heavy "underwear", but there was no way I was going through the ordeal of buying new clothes to accommodate being made to wear diapers.

"Right." I could hear the smile in his voice.

It was hard, but I ignored him, instead stepping in front of the mirror and turning from side to side to make sure that what I was wearing underneath wasn't too obvious. I could still see the bulk in the back, the squared-off seat pushed out against the denim in a way that just screamed that I was wearing a diaper underneath my jeans. 

"Smile for your mom, kid." Before I could ask what the heck he was talking about, I felt an arm around my hip and his bigger body against my side. I instinctively pushed at him, ears heating up, as he grabbed the hem of my hoodie and pulled on it, his other arm up in the air. "Look up here."

"Wh—" I was interrupted by the familiar shutter sound of his phone, and I realized that he was taking a picture of the two of us together. I growled to myself, flustered by his closeness, the strength of his arm around me enough to send tingles up my spine. It took a lot of willpower for me to squirm away from him, my face hot as I struggled to pull my hoodie back down into place. "You and your stupid selfies…" 

"Makin' memories." He smirked and dipped his muzzle in a wink, thumbing across his screen before turning his phone around to let me see the results. "Besides, this one came out pretty good. Your mom's gonna love it."

The picture showed the big dog smiling handsomely at his phone screen; I’d literally never seen a bad picture taken of the guy. I, on the other hand, had a grumpy expression on my face, and I was pushing at him like a petulant kid. To make matters worse, his hand on my hip had pulled my hoodie enough that the printed panel just below the waistband of my diaper was partially visible, as well as evidence of the large tape securing it snugly to my hip. 

"UGH. Y-You can't send her that!" I insisted, embarrassed as you'd expect, and grabbed for his phone, but he smoothly turned away from me and started towards the bedroom door to head back downstairs. "Rhett, I swear y-"

"Don’t swear, you'll get your mouth washed out." He off-handedly interrupted me, disappearing around the corner and heading back down the stairs. "C'mon slowpoke, get moving! I'll meet you downstairs."

I grumbled obscenities to myself, well out of earshot of the handsome Malinois, and sat down on my mattress to pull socks on my feet, all too aware of the bulk between my legs and the muted crinkle of my diaper as my jeans rubbed against the soft plastic. It irritated me to think about how acutely aware of my underwear I was, something I'd taken for granted for as long as I could remember, since my stepdad decided to flex his authority and put me back in diapers. 

While I was tying my shoelaces, though, my stomach lurched a little, and it quickly reminded me that wearing diapers wasn't my only concern at the moment. My ears flattened against my head as I tried to think of a way out of the situation; I hated having a messy diaper, but the new locks on the bathroom door didn't leave me much option. And there was no way Rhett was going to let me out of his sight long enough to use the toilet at the mall he was dragging me to.

"Might as well get it over with, I guess…" I was going to need my diaper changed either way. At least with my stepdad already home, I wouldn't have to wait very long.

I pushed the bedroom door closed as quietly as I could and grunted, curling my toes and squatting down a little, knees bent, my tail up, and my butt pushed out behind me. I felt my face getting hot again, thoroughly humiliated as I felt the seat of my diaper bloat and bulge against the back of my jeans. The plastic backing crinkled as it expanded, and I could feel my waistband and even my jeans tugged slightly downward by the weight as I had an accident in my diaper. 

A loaded diaper was something that had yet to get any easier, especially with my stepdad, the man responsible for this nonsense, undoubtedly growing impatient downstairs. 

I felt better without the weight in my stomach, but straightening back up made it clear that it had been transferred to my seat. I grimaced at the feeling of a full, heavy diaperseat, standing completely still for a long moment before pulling the door open and gingerly walking out into the hallway. I could tell that having an accident was affecting my gait, and I felt like a toddler who needed his diaper changed as I carefully descended the stairs. 

"The hell took you so long, kid?" Rhett looked up from his phone, wearing his baseball cap backwards and frowning as if he was concerned. I had my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, fidgeting a little, trying to think of the best way to approach the subject of a diaper change without my spine shriveling up inside of my body. "C'mon, we better be going. I don't wanna hit lunch-time traffic."

"I, uh…" I stammered, shifting my weight between my feet, which shifted my full diaper in turn, and felt my cheeks heating up again. My mouth was completely dry as I tried to speak, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. "I… n-need changing."

"There’s no way you need your diaper changed already." The Malinois surprised me by laughing at my plight, shaking his head and brushing past me to the front door. He off-handedly patted my butt, the heavy seat of my diaper, as he passed by, and paused for just long enough that I knew he'd realized what I had done. "You were dry as a bone when I checked your britches earlier."

There was a familiar smirk on his handsome face, and I found myself briefly entranced by him again. The glint of his teeth, his wide jawline, even the way his ears poked out from his dumb hat. Despite my full seat, I felt myself about half-hard in the front of my diaper, reminding me of just how captivated I was by my stupid, sexy stepdad. 

"No time for a diaper change just yet, buddy." His insistence brought me out of my daydream, and before I knew it, he had his arm around my waist again, holding me possessively by the back of my pants. Before I could even think to resist, he was leading me out the front door. "I'm sure it'll hold up just fine 'til we get where we're goin'."  

"R-Rhett, no…" I struggled weakly in his grip, grunting at the feel of his hand on the heavy back of my diaper, but I wasn’t trying very hard. Like usual, I felt kind of helpless as he led me along, to his big truck in the driveway. "I-I can't go anywhere like this…" 

"Aw buddy, you'll be fine." The dog chuckled, dismissing my concerns as he pulled open the passenger door and gestured for me to get inside. I reluctantly obeyed, climbing up into the truck as he spoke. "No way you’re wet enough to leak yet."

"B-But I'm not just-" I started to protest, ready to stand up for myself for a moment, but I was interrupted by the dog taking my hips and "helping" me to sit down in the passenger seat, pushed down flat against the seat of my full diaper. "Rhett…!!" 

"What?" His knowing smirk was still on his face, at least from what I could see with my eyes winced most of the way shut, but he slowly got a look of realization on his face, his hands still on my hips, and his big body close enough that his manly scent was almost intoxicating. A huge difference from mine. "Ohhhh. That's what you meant. Why didn't you say something, buddy?" 

"I tried to…" I muttered quietly, shifting uncomfortably, crinkling with every motion as he slowly pulled his hands away from my hips and straightened back up. It was obvious that he knew all along just what I had done. "You weren't listening."

"Aw, I'm sorry I got in such a hurry." He sounded sincere, but he was still grinning – even as he leaned over me, pinning me under his weight as he pulled my seatbelt across my body and tightened it in place with a click.

"It's a good thing I keep a diaper bag in the truck, huh?" 

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Reposting the first chapter of this here, because I am cooking something. :) Rhett and Shawn were mainstays on my Furaffinity page. You can see what's up with them here, once FA gets its diaper changed: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tank-

I'm going to post some of the solo stuff I have been working on, now that I have been bitten by the creative bug. I really hope you guys enjoy it. 

- Tank!