You and Adrian are making quite the waves. Rolling into town, struting down the street, and showing your diapered muscle off like it's the most common thing ever.
There are no crashes, but traffic slows down to gape, bicyclists get distracted and run into bushes, conversations stop.
You love this. You're getting the attention you've wanted and people are getting off on it. You see the tented and even wet crotches, the stares and embarrassed glances. It's too much and you feel yourself getting hard.
"Easy boy," Adrian whispers in your ear. "Save that for later."
You don't know what he's got in store, but you're glad he's thinking the same thing. He pats his mound and looks ahead. Up ahead, you spot an A frame sign.