Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2009 02:16:24 -0700
From: Kenji De Sade <babiesonyourface@gmail.com>
Subject: Blink part two.

The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely
unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to
probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not
transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual
sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer
pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you find, on the other
hand, that you are quit the purveyor of perversion and that this particular
story seems to get your rocks off, please feel free to contact the author,
Kenji De Sade at kenjidesade@gmail.com Thank you.

Two

       There was no warning what so ever. Jeremiah had been standing at the
bus stop just outside of his office. There were five other people, a few
other office workers from the area and a homeless looking fellow who kept
yelling to no one in particular. Jeremiah was sweating more then anyone at
the bus stop and he knew it was due to his heightened nervousness. He was,
it seemed, afraid of every little thing at this point. He was afraid the
way he walked made it obvious that he had some sort of contraption in his
anus. He swore over and over again inside his mind that the steel cup of
the jock produced an obvious bulge the entire world could see, though even
standing before the mirror in the bathroom of the office he could not
actually see an added bulge. Whenever he'd meet eyes with a stranger or
noticed his co workers looking at him oddly he became panicky, believing
that they knew what predicament he was in. In all actuality it was his
outburst and sudden retreat from the office which caused the odd stairs.
Even if anyone did notice that something was off, he reasoned with himself,
he had no idea what was going on, outsiders would be even more baffled.

Everyone got on the bus without incident. Jeremiah stood for a moment on
the bus, conflicted with the idea of sitting or standing. On the one hand,
all of the people sitting were at crotch level and thus able to examine his
tortured state, while sitting would drive the object in his ass deeper, as
he'd learned when trying to sit earlier in his office. As the bus began
filling with passengers, and the seats quickly taken, he made a panic
driven choice and dove for a seat, yelping audibly as his weight sharply
drove his anuses constant intruder into his prostate. He knew, just as had
happened whilst he was in the restroom at the office, that this action had
just produced a small glob of pre-cum from his cock.

Jeremiah wondered deeply weather or not the glob of seminal fluid would
seep through the fabrics of his light grey pants and leave a tell tale sign
of his debaucherous situation. He felt a deep sense of dread as he realized
this outcome was almost certainly inevitable. As the bus was jilted from
pot holes and various other poor street conditions, he felt every motion
running like lightning from his seat, to his chastity device, into his anus
and to his cock. He felt the sweat growing upon his brow, his face hot with
a near constant rush of blood from embarrassment. The bodies pressing
around him were exacerbating the heat as well as the jostling of his body.
His dripping cock was aching to grow to full erection within the
unrelenting obviously small steel cup. As though his nerves were on
overdrive, he could also feel the odd sensation of the hollow tube embedded
deep within his bladder.

This was the first time Jeremiah had even noticed the sensation. It took
him a few moments to piece it together. Still, when he'd come to the
realization of what it was his fear riddled mind refused to believe it. The
first thing he noticed was that the harder his cock tried to get the more
he felt a tug deep beneath his groins surface. As this revelation came he
reflexively tried to contract his muscles only to find they felt as though
they were being held from closing, as though the muscles were being stopped
of reaching their normal tightened state. The feeling was initially erotic
until the various possibilities started coming into his mind. As the flow
of people in the bus around him continually shifted he lost himself in
thought systematically going through the list of scenarios he might still
be in.

During this musing, every question Jeremiah had about the odd sensation
deep within his groin gained a solidarity he'd been wishing with all his
will would not come to fruition. He felt it immediately, the warmth
spreading beneath him, soaking into his light grey work slacks, absorbing
into both skin and cotton till both would hold no more. The bowl like bus
seat began to retain a puddle of his now steadily flowing urine. His heart
was pounding, his head was swimming, a slight wave of nausea took hold of
his stomach.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to fight
against the unyielding tube within his bladder to no avail.

The bus was stacked full of passengers. There were people pressed all
around Jeremiah, aggravated people, whom did not want to stand cramped
against other passengers. They watched him from the corners of their eyes,
as well as the other seated passengers, waiting to swipe the coveted
positions the moment one might become vacant. He watched as this happened
over and over again as the bus neared his stop. He hopped and found himself
even praying that the bus would clear most of its human cargo by the time
it came to his stop. To his horror fewer people were unloading their bodies
from the cramped quarters then were loading on. More and more eyes were on
him stop after stop.

Jeremiah shifted in his seat, unexpectedly releasing a small grunt as the
steel shaft in his bowels stirred with his motion. He instinctively looked
up to see if the many people around him had heard his vocal expulsion. His
eyes widened like a terrified animal staring into the eyes of its most
feared predator. A young woman had noticed. It wasn't clear what exactly
had drawn her attention, though it was obvious something had, as her eyes
were now locked, open nearly as wide as Jeremiahs own, on the drip of
liquid rolling from beneath his crotch. The liquid had been, up till now,
stagnant beneath his moist ass. It seemed as though his shifting of weight
had caused a stir in the pool which was now sloshing to the ground beneath
between his feet.

The emotions that stemmed from realizing he'd caused his urine to spill
into a more obvious puddle at his feet were conflicted to say the least. He
was altogether grateful that the puddle beneath him bore less weight while
struggling with the horrifying reality that there were now two puddles of
his own urine. As other peoples feet sloshed and splashed in the liquid
below him and he did likewise in the puddle beneath his ass, he found
himself stymied at the sheer volume of urine he'd produced. This all added
to his already over whelming anxiety. His head was spinning in a constant
unrelenting buzz. His breaths were coming quickly and his vision was
blurring. He felt as though he might faint as the bus ominously came to its
stop just a block from his apartment.

Jeremiah's initial plan was to move like an animal running from its
predator. Leaping from his seat, slipping through the mashed bodies of
people and out the doors of the bus before anyone even had a chance to
blink. Instead, as he leapt from his seat, he was met with an immovable
wall of people. It was like slamming himself into a solid yet squishy pink
wall of flesh. The faces of the bodies he'd thrown himself into contorted
to angry fierce shapes. Expletives demeaning his worth as well as his
mothers were shouted, repeatedly by some, as well as questions toward his
mental illness. This was when the particularly painful comment was made
that sunk his rapidly beating heart. The young woman who'd noticed the leak
from his seat shouted "I think the guys retarded, it looks like he pissed
his pants, and it's all over the seat he was in!"

Jeremiah was so astonished at how quickly the young woman's observations
had caused the sardine packed passengers to part their bodies and clear a
path for him that he stood slack jawed for a moment to long. Long enough
that several other passengers were able to observe his soaked backside and
puddle filled vacant seat. A steady murmur built to a crescendo of disgust,
concern, and purely evil commentary from those around him. The comments
being made were harsh enough to snap him out of his bewilderment just as
the doors to the bus were about to close. He made a mad dash toward them,
getting out of the most embarrassing situation he'd found himself in since
grade school and entering into a whole new word of possibilities.

Before Jeremiah stood a couple of his neighbors in front of the corner
grocery store. They both stared slack jawed at him, standing there in his
wet trousers, vile names and accusations being shouted to him from the
closing bus doors he'd just come out of. He'd been prepared for relief;
he'd been ready to run to his apartment unseen. He had not been prepared
for anyone else in his life to have any idea of the situation he'd found
him self in until he was able to at least understand it himself. The longer
he was in this situation, the less control he felt he had on his life.

Before the belt, he'd been bound, unable to release himself, trapped. With
the belt, he was seemingly free. He could go anywhere anytime. Yet there
was no escape. The belt around his waist seemed to ensure that his
inability to control what was happening to him was blatant and
constant. The humiliation and loss of his personal sanctity was affecting
him far more then the rape had. This wasn't just a temporary violation;
this was seemingly permanent. Every aspect of the past several hours of his
life had been completely taken from him and decided upon by someone
else. Someone had come from no where and violated every nook and cranny of
his being in ways he couldn't have ever imagined.

Jeremiah began screaming at the top of his lungs. All of his emotions
pouring out of his body and into a primal yell. Everyone on the street,
within the small corner store and in passing cars stopped in their tracks
to stair at the raving mad man he had become. His mind had broken and was
releasing itself of the over abundance of confusion it had been
receiving. His body shook as the scream became a dying ragged exhale and
his feet began running. Tears were streaming down the sides of his still
open mouth. He could feel the cooled urine on his backside and inner thighs
of his pants as they pressed on and off of his rapidly moving legs. He got
to the door of his apartment building and growled at another tenant whom
was pushing his own way out the door. He was barely even aware of his own
behavior at this point, seeking only the solitary comfort of his home.

Never had Jeremiah felt so glad to be within the confines of his small
studio apartment. It's four white walls adorned with framed prints of his
favorite artists, wood floors with rugs beneath the sparse yet matching
furniture, had never seemed so safe and secure as they did at this very
moment. He stood, still clothed in his tucked in button down work shirt,
light grey soaking wet work slacks and now equally wet socks and shoes. The
wetness of his socks, he realized, was new. This brought a new found,
albeit less overwhelming, panic into his head.

Quickly his pants were stripped from his legs; his shirt had been mostly
ripped off and ruined in rage and fear, his shoes and socks discarded
amongst the pile somewhere. He stood now, naked, in front of his bathroom
mirror. He stared into the mirror angrily and afraid at the shinny metal
contraption around his waist. He studied the smooth shiny innocent looking
steel cup covering his straining cock. Its solid form keeping him from
removing the catheter buried deep in his urethra and deeper into his
bladder. He examined, as best he could, the hinged thong of metal that ran
from the base of the cup to the device in his anus and to the belt at his
waist. He was looking for any sign of weakness, any latch or form of
release he could find and he found nothing.

He grabbed a smaller hand held mirror from his bathroom cabinet to help
himself get a better angled view of his confining tormentor. With this new
vantage point he was ale to see the hole at the base of the cup where his
bodily fluids had so freely flowed. In fact they still seemed to be flowing
at some rate. It was slow but constant, a mixture of seminal fluids and
urine dripped from its tubular walls. For the first time in his life,
Jeremiah completely understood what it was to feel appalled. This device
secured around his waist was of the most debaucherous design he could ever
hope to fathom.

The hinged rod at Jeremiahs taint which led to the cylindrical hallow shaft
buried deep within his anus was a mere inch or so from the drainage
hole. He contorted his arm and body a bit more to get a good look into the
hole, taking a moment to find a flashlight; he wanted a really good look.
He felt himself swallow hard as he got the look he wanted and saw clearly
up into his very own rectum. He stared in bewilderment at the depth of his
own ass hole and contacted his muscles to see if he had any hope of closing
the opening of his own free will. Much to his dismay he did not.

Jeremiah had come to a point of calm hysteria in his mind. He was still
overwhelmed with confusion, worry, fear and humiliation, however he'd come
to accept that these emotions were not going to end until he'd figured out
who was doing this to him and how to stop it. As he continued examining the
steel belt and its pieces he began formulating possible ways he might
discover his captor, or rapist, he couldn't decide what he was really. This
man who'd somehow made him black out at work and gotten him to some cement
room tied to a dirty bed, then proceeded to sodomize him with both his fist
and a machine. Jeremiah gained a new frustration, to add to the many flying
restlessly through his head, as he realized he couldn't even begin to think
of where to start looking, he couldn't even tell what the man had looked
like.

Jeremiah felt his bowels rumble and felt slightly faint. His knees buckled
and he nearly fell. Standing on the tiled floor of his bathroom he found
himself doubled over clutching his cramping belly. Involuntarily he felt
his bowels lurch. He knew what was coming as the sweat formed on his brow
was and he slowly lowered himself to his knees, crouching in the small
space of his bathroom. The pain from his cramping intestines was far too
strong for him to move beyond his current position.  With a final painful
cramp and a load craggy groan from jeremiahs lips his body began forcing
shit from his insides out the hollow steel tube burred deep in his anus and
onto the tiled floor behind him.

Jeremiah felt as though must have remained hunched over in that position
for several moments in a mixture of pain, relief, horror and disgust as his
bowels continued lurching and forcing more of his own waste out of his open
hole. The smell was permeating the room and his body was feeling exhausted
from the expulsion. As the flow of feces came to a halt he felt a wave of
dizziness hit him. He wobbled in place for a brief moment before falling
backward on top of the mound of his own shit. The smell increased ten fold
as his body squished the semi solid clumps beneath him and he began to gag,
he closed his eyes in hopes of controlling the urge to vomit.

When Jeremiah opened his eyes his world was spinning in a dizzy array of
bright white and yellow light. His vision was blurry and he couldn't make
out anything for a second. He could barely even feel his own body at
first. He realized he was laying on his back on a soft surface he could no
longer smell the shit though he still felt somewhat queasy. There was also
something in his mouth now, something thick and soft. He licked at the
intruder lazily with his tongue, tasting and feeling its texture all at
once. The object seemed to be a tasteless smooth plastic plug shaped device
with a hole at its center.

With the determination of curiosity behind his will, Jeremiah focused on
his vision to try and see what was going with this object in his mouth,
soon, inches from his face, a clear tube came into view stretching from his
own mouth out into the great white of what appeared to be his own
bedroom. He was able to surmise that this tube led back to a gag of some
sort securely strapped into his mouth, he could now feel the strap leading
back behind his head.

As his conscious mind began coming back into focus along with his vision,
he came to find, much to his relief, he was still within his own small
apartment, lying atop his own bed. Much to his dismay however he also came
to realize that once again he was tied down, helpless and in a new
terrifying situation. He released a sound of exasperation past his gag
which had he had use of his own mouth would have taken the form of the
words "Oh come on!" He tested his bonds in short order checking that each
was secure. Leather cuffs at each wrist and ankle tied by a means he could
not see, however there was not the familiar clank of chains from before. He
turned his head from side to side taking stock of his seemingly untouched
room. There was no one else there with him.

Jeremiah could now feel his body, the stretch of the bonds on his limbs,
the soft familiarity of his own bed beneath him, his head resting on top of
his own pillow, his ass not hanging off of the bed ready to be plowed. In
addition to the last mental note he realized his ass felt a bit different
then it had before. As he shifted his bodies' weight he found he was still
in fact locked into the chastity device. He could feel the strange yet
familiar invaders in both his cock and ass. He could feel the belt of steel
around his waist and the rod secured between his ass cheeks. However could
hear a plastic like crinkling with his movements. He could also feel that
all of this seemed to be covered by a soft, thick, and well secured fabric.

Jeremiah moved his head up from his pillow as best he could to get a good
view of his crotch, the most he could see was a clear plastic and white
cloth covered mound covering his midsection. The rest of his body seemed to
be completely nude. He was surprised to find how relieved he was to know
that he had a diaper strapped around his waist. He almost considered it an
act of mercy. He let himself fidget around a bit more in the bed trying to
get a grasp on the diaper secured around him. It seemed very thick as he
couldn't seem to close his, albeit restrained at the ankles, thighs to
close any further then they already were.

The noise caused by Jeremiah's fidgeting must have alerted his captor to
his arousal as Jeremiah soon found him self frozen in place, held there by
panic at hearing some ones footsteps walk along the floor just outside his
bedroom door. The door knob jiggled momentarily and soon Jeremiah was
looking back into the emotionless black sunglass like eyes of his
captor. The hood wrapped securely over his head was the only familiar
apparel the man wore. This time his body was shrouded by a long leather
jacket buttoned from the mans waist to his collar.

Jeremiah immediately began begging though his gag at the man. He repeated
the same word over and over, hoping each time that it was more audible then
the next, trying simply to form the word "Please" as he did so. He hoped to
encompass with that one word all of his sorrow for any wrong he could ever
think of that he'd ever done to anyone in his entire life. He hoped to
encompass all of the fear, dread and anxiety he felt as a result of what
this man was doing to him. He tried over and over again until finally he
remembered how this man had reacted, or rather completely ignored and paid
no attention, to his previous attempts at pleading for mercy. The man was
now, true to form, paying an equal amount of attention to Jeremiahs muffled
cries.

With a renewed silence the rubber hooded man moved close to the head of the
bed and raised his arms high above Jeremiah, just above his line of
sight. The mans glassy black eyes stared down emotionless at Jeremiah while
his visible lips slowly contorted to a crude and devious smile. Jeremiah
watched the tube leading from his mouth and up into wherever the mans hands
seemed to disappear to and watched in stunned fear as a thick milky white
liquid came oozing down inside the clear plastic.

Waiting for the goop to make it's way to his moth was agonizing for both
Jeremiah as well as, it seemed, his captor. However Jeremiah was sure where
he himself was willing the strange liquid to clog itself in the tube long
before it reached his mouth, his captor was willing the opposite thought.
It seemed, eventually, that the man in the rubber hood had the much
stronger will of the two, as the liquid came dripping in through the gag in
Jeremiahs mouth onto the back of his throat as well as his tongue. The
taste was plain and unrecognizable. There was nothing remarkable about it
at all. The texture however was an abundance of unique perception. There
was a grainy quality as well as a pulpy, course substance. The whole
mixture was held together by an almost gelatin thick liquid.

The mans hands fiddled with a few more unseen things for a moment and soon
Jeremiah's mouth was filling with the white substance at a steady pace. It
didn't take long for him to get into a rhythm, his mouth would fill with
the thick mixture and he'd swallow, take in a breath, and wait for his
mouth to fill again within a space of a few seconds, and then repeat. As he
did this several times, the hooded man moved slowly around the bed,
checking Jeremiahs bonds one at a time as he went. The man stopped on each
pass of Jeremiahs midsection to lightly pat Jeremiahs diapered and steel
covered crotch. He smile crudely as he did so and look with his blank glass
stair at Jeremiahs constantly swallowing mouth and neck.

Jeremiah was starting to feel the strain of his efforts to keep swallowing
the thick goop steadily flowing into his mouth. His jaw was just starting
to get the faintest ach to it, his stomach was beginning to feel fullness,
and his throat was getting tired of repeatedly contracting. He was relieved
when his captor once again reached for the out of sight supply of whatever
it was he was being forced to digest, and the flow slowed down. He found
however that he was quite concerned with the fact that the flow had not
stopped. It continued to slowly fill his mouth, every minute or so he'd
have to take another swallow. The man made another pass going from
restraint to restraint and patting Jeremiahs diaper while the food stuff
kept flowing. Then the man opened the door and left the room.

Jeremiah lie there, in his own bed, on his own sheets, in his own
apartment, tied down against his own will being force fed some mystery
mixture through a tube plugged and strapped into his mouth. His cock,
balls, and asshole were all restrained by a secure and devious chastity
device which left him chastised and entirely incontinent, liable to wet and
mess himself at any moment. Luckily however, over that he was strapped into
what seemed to be a very thick and large cloth diaper covered in clear
plastic pants. He was once again left alone to experience a slow and
inescapable torment with no idea of what would come next.

He lie there for what seemed like hours, constantly swallowing over and
over again, growing more and more full, his mind growing more and more
tired at the tediousness of the task. His mouth was under stimulated due to
the bland flavor of the mixture. The tactile strangeness had long since
lost its appeal. He had even stopped paying attention to his own
uncomfortable groans, which he seamed to let through every now and again as
the pain of his stomach stretching got to him. Oddly it seemed the flow had
been timed perfectly as by now Jeremiah was sure he'd have vomited such a
large mass of intake had it flowed more freely. It was this fear of
vomiting that allowed his sense of relief at the end of the mixtures run,
when finally, as if it had spent an eternity reaching this point, the goopy
ooze came to an end. He let out a triumphant and gleeful laugh and closed
his eyes in happiness.

When he opened his eyes he was sitting upright. He was in a foggy stupor,
the edges of his vision once again blurry, a sense of dizziness overcoming
his senses. Someone was talking; their voice seemed far away at
first. Suddenly it came into full clarity as though it were a THX splash
advertisement right before a movie. The voice seemed to be asking him
something, he concentrated harder on both his sight and hearing. To his
complete surprise, his boss Darren came into view, sitting behind his desk
back at the office. The early morning sun was coming into the room through
the window, painting Darren in a golden light, his face wearing a look of
deep concerne.

"Jeremiah, are you okay? Are you alright?" he asked for what Jeremiah was
sure must have been the third time.

"I'm sorry, what? Yea, uh. Hi, yea, sorry." Jeremiah stammered back,
completely unsure of weather he was okay or not. Let alone how or why he
was sitting here in Darren's office all of a sudden when seconds ago he'd
been in the second worst situation of his life.

"It's okay Jerry," Darren affectionately said "It's understandable with
someone going through, well, you know, what you're going through right
now. I, we, the company and I want you to know that it's okay and we
understand." Darren was choseing his words carefully.

Jeremiah was trying hard to figure out what new situation he was in, all he
could say in response was "Okay, um, thanks Darren."

"Great Jerry I've already sent out an email to Sarah in HR briefly
explaining to her what the situation is and she knows how to handle
it. She'll have all the paperwork sent to your home immediately, it should
be there within the next couple of days. All you have to do is fill it out,
provide the necessary doctors notes, and you'll be all set. Just go home,
stop by your desk if you need too, and try and get yourself, well, you
know, better, as soon as you can." Darren smiled, but the smile seemed more
worried then it did happy.

Jeremiah Shifted in his seat as he listened to all of this new
information. He didn't know anything about any doctors notes or know of any
reason he'd tell Darren and apparently the entire company about that he'd
need to get better from. He realized as he nervously moved in his chair
that he was still wearing the diaper from his pervious situation. Along
with his confusion over what Darren or said, he was suddenly awash with the
knowledge that he was, and had somehow gotten into his office wearing what
he could still only assume was a very large diaper beneath what looked to
be the very same grey slacks he'd worn into the office the day before. He
suddenly wanted nothing more then to get back home and out of that office
as quickly as possible.

As soon as Darren finished his sentence Jeremiah replied with "Yes, thank
you, I understand, I'll wait for the stuff in the mail and turn it right
around. Gotcha, is there anything else then Darren?" He was standing and
offering his hand for a shake by the time he uttered his Boss's name.

"Uh, na, no" Darren stammered "Nothing else at all Jerry, you just uh, take
care of yourself okay there buddy?" he shook Jeremiahs hand unsurely.

"Yea sure thing boss, guess I'll see you latter" Jeremiah shouted back as
he briskly exited Darren's office. He continued his brisk stride once again
through his office, feeling himself wobble back and forth with each step;
he was trying not to obviously look down at his midsection as he
went. Eventually he got a quick good view and stopped momentarily in his
stride. He looked down at what seemed to him as an incredibly obvious bulge
protruding from his crotch. He quickly fell back into his wobbly stride and
made his way for the door.

As he stood once again waiting for the bus, he could feel the eyes of the
other patrons waiting at the stop. The homeless looking man from before,
whom had at the time been shouting expletives at invisible beings, was this
time silent, and staring quite obviously at Jeremiahs well padded back
side.

The homeless looking man proclaimed loudly, more in jeremiahs direction
then at Jeremiah "I had to wear those for a while my self! Shot up some bad
shit once that completely wrecked my system, couldn't hold a solid shit for
seven months!" the man was actually pointing at Jeremiah's diapered ass.

Jeremiah was mortified as he, and the now painfully aware of his
predicament passengers filed onto the bus. Once again the bus was packed
full of passengers, however this time there was no seating available for
Jeremiah once he was aboard. A few of the other passengers including the
homeless looking man had found seats, taking up what had been
available. Jeremiah was forced, serendipitously, to stand directly in front
of the homeless looking man, his padded crotch in the fellows face.

As the bus drove on Jeremiah could feel the worry growing on his face as
small cramps began to grow through his stomach. He was trying harder to not
show the emotions he was feeling then he was to hold back what he felt
coming; he knew the latter would prove to be futile. He fought back tears
and the want to run. He resigned himself to the fate he knew would
come. The pain in his gut was growing far to quickly for him to make it to
his apartment before it happened.

Sure enough, just a couple of stops into his journey, Jeremiah let out a
low audible and long groan as what felt like a nice solid and equally long
load of shit pilled into the confines of his diaper. He could feel its
length bending and shaping itself as it forced it's way out and into the
cloth barrier. The brace created by the diaper caused resistance to the
continuing flow coming from Jeremiahs wide open hole, which caused his
bowels to lurch harder then before. Another audible groan escaped Jeremiahs
mouth uncontrollably and his eyes opened wide to see the majority of the
passengers on the bus look at him in horrified disgust.

The homeless looking man proclaimed to anyone who might be willing to
listen "That's exactly how it used to happen to me! Shit would just start
filing up my diaper out of no where at the absolutely worst of times!" he
was vigorously nodding his head to affirm what he himself had just said and
looking from passenger to passenger from some sign of understanding.

Jeremiah on the other hand was trying hard not to look at anyone as stop
after stop seemed to produce more cramps in his bowels, and once more
before his stop, he released another load of poo into his now full diaper.
Just as he reach his stop he realized at some point the diaper had also
gained warmth it hadn't had to start with. He'd apparently also wet
himself.

It was no surprise to Jeremiah that once again, as he got off of the bus,
loud calls proclaiming the brutality of stink coming from his diapered ass
and how thankful the other passengers being called out after him, the same
two neighbors from the day before were standing at the grocery store
staring slack jawed at his obviously diapered form. They continued their
staring, though they eventually closed their mouths, as Jeremiah defeatedly
strode toward his apartment building, up his stairs, and into the now
unsafe confines of his uncomfortable and frightening studio apartment,
unsure of what he was going to, or could do next.