It Takes a Village, Part 3

After my shower, I taped on a dry diaper and put some big boy clothes on before sitting down at my computer to edit my video and go over my pictures. The video didn't take long to edit, and most of the photos were usable, so I was able to post everything to my account in about forty-five minutes, and then I was done for the day, except for some promotions I needed to post. I did a little of that and sent some messages and tweets, but I started to get a headache and decided to take a break and lie down for a while. I popped an Excedrin and laid down on the couch to watch cartoons under my favorite blanket with my stuffed raccoon Dippy until the headache went away.

After a while, my friend Jay texted to bitch about his day at work. I was feeling better by then, and Jay's one of my best friends. He listens to me vent all the time, and he supports me being a gay ABDL even though he's a straight vanilla guy himself. So, I called him.

"I swear, if one more mother-fucker yells at me today, I'm going to jail because I'm gonna fucking choke that bitch out!" Jay is a special forces vet with PTSD and anger issues, and while the things he says may sound scary at times, it's much better for him to say them and blow off some steam than to let that pressure build up.

"Bad day, huh?" He gets my sarcasm.

"Shit! Our lazy-ass secretary called out again, so I've been having to do her job and mine. That's bad enough, but then I've had clients calling me up and yelling at me about their accounts and wanting to know when they were gonna see results. This one shithead threatened to close it out and go with another firm, and I fucking lost it. I said, 'You wanna cancel your contract, we'll sue your ass for breach, and then good luck finding someone else to take over for you this late in the game. Because my first call when I get off the phone with you will be with legal to make sure we file that suit. My second will be with the media to issue a press release saying that your company doesn't honor its legal and business commitments, and you're gonna have one hell of a goddamn time finding anyone else willing to work for you after that. Or you can quit blowing up our phone and let us do the fucking job you hired us to do, and we'll deliver as promised. But I ain't got time to sit here and give you notes on every damn thing we're doing every minute of the day because we ain't got a receptionist today, and I got enough to do just holding the office down. So, what's it gonna be?'"

"Obviously, he backed down."

"God-damn right he did! I told him we'd send him an email update on our progress at the end of the week, though. I mean, I get that he's worried about where his money's going and what's happening with his account and all that, but the son of a bitch was bugging the hell out of us."

"Right."

"So, what're you up to?"

"Just laying around. I had a headache after my shoot today, so I've been resting."

Jay laughed. "Man, I gotta get my ass back in the gym and drop these extra pounds. If I could tone up again, I could do what you're doing, post me some sexy pictures online and not have to deal with these fucking assholes anymore."

"Oh, I deal with them too."

"Yeah, but you can just block 'em."

"That's true, but sometimes I don't know I need to at first."

"Still better than having them yelling in your ear."

"Yeah, I get that. Sorry, dude."

"It's all right, just another day in paradise. Oh, shit, I gotta go. Here's another call. Talk to you later."

"Bye, and good luck."

Things went on like that for the next several days. That's my life; that's how it goes. It's definitely unusual, but I like it. Daddy Andy and I had decided to meet in Atlanta, so when the day finally came, I made the four-hour drive up there, full of excitement and nerves the whole time. I like Savannah. It's a small city full of pretty places and architecture, and there's a little community of weirdos like me who don't fit in with the regular Bible Belt crowd. It's peaceful but not so much that it's boring.

Atlanta's a totally different story, of course. It's more than twice the size of Savannah with several actual skyscrapers that almost no other city in the South has. Those giant buildings are a big deal to Southerners because they symbolize another world that we usually don't even get to see, let alone be a part of. There's always something to do in Atlanta, but it's a lot more crowded and hard to navigate. It's notorious for its traffic, both on the road and at the airport. It can be a lot of fun if you know what you're doing. For example, getting stuck in traffic isn't so inconvenient if you're wearing your toilet.

Of course, diapers make road trips better (and shorter too), something pretty much everyone knows thanks to the crazy astronaut who wore them on her mission of revenge and murder several years ago. That was not a proud moment for diaper-wearing, and I hope I don't have to remind anyone that very few people wear diapers to make murder faster or more convenient. I wear diapers by choice, and even I think the woman's nuts! I wore a PeekABU, which is really absorbent, for the trip, and packed a bag with a couple of changes just in case. Peeing while you're driving is hard to do, but I've been wearing long enough that I've gotten to be pretty good at it. So, I could relax, listen to the radio, and enjoy the drive, which is nice this time of year.

By the time I got to Atlanta, I was pretty wet, and the traffic was still manageable. Andy was staying at a big, well-known hotel downtown, so I had no trouble finding it. Parking was a little stressful, but I managed to find a space and parked, texting Andy to let him know I was on my way up. I took my diaper bag and overnight bag out of the car before locking it up and making my way into the building. I walked across the lobby, barely noticing that it looked and smelled just like every other nice hotel lobby I'd ever been in as I hurried to meet my potential new daddy. I found the elevators and caught one just before the doors closed, riding it up to Andy's floor. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and I exited without looking back at the other riders. I walked quickly along the hallway, feeling my heart beating in my chest. I was almost there! I found his room after just a few seconds, walked up, and knocked on the door. It was just a few seconds before it opened, and he was standing right in front of me, looking exactly like he did in his pictures.

"Hey, baby boy! How are you? Come on in!"

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly, warmly as I put my head on his shoulder, glad to finally be there in his arms and feeling safe.