Daniel went to the men's restroom and got rid of his nasty soiled diaper in a hurry. He managed to get himself cleaned up with some toilet paper from the stall and wet paper towels from the sinks. His tiny hairless male organ was quick easy to clean his waste off of. He looked down at it again one more time before getting dressed; he remembered his big grownup baby-maker everyone had seen him shoot semen with onstage, and how quickly it had been taken from him. It's true that Daniel had been well-endowed--nature had gifted him with the kind of cock most guys lied to each other about having--but for years he had seen it as only an annoyance, an obstacle in the way of indulging his diaper fetish. Now he really wondered whether he had made the right decision.
Pulling on a new diaper and pulling up his pants, Daniel was too embarrassed to go back to the show and rejoin the audience, so he just drove straight home. He picked up some extra diapers at a 24-hour market on the way back. It was a fairly normal evening for the most part, he made some herbal tea and heated up some frozen enchiladas. He was both excited that he was actually wearing a diaper that actually fit now and unnerved that he no longer really had much of a choice. For the most part, though, he went on with his evening and largely forgot about it. After finishing dinner, he walked back into his living room, listening to his thick diaper rustling in his pants along the way. He sat down on his couch and shifted around a little bit to get comfortable and turned on the TV. He started out watching the championship game for a while, but he got bored with that quickly and turned on cartoons instead. He laughed at the colorful characters and continued sipping on his tea. He had forgotten all about his diaper again by the time he felt a spreading warmth in the front. He was going to have to get used to going to the bathroom after he did his business rather than before! He hurried through another diaper change while the commercials were on.
The rest of the evening went fine, he turned the TV off when the news came on and texted a few of his friends before he went to bed. (He didn't tell them what really happened to him that evening, of course.) He turned out the light and went to sleep, but he had to get up an hour or two later because he had shit in his diaper and the uncomfortable feeling woke him up. Lying back down in a fresh diaper was ridiculously relaxing, though, so within minutes he was asleep again. He had some weird dreams about being in kindergarten again, and some other weird dreams that he was getting married and the Madame was there laughing at him with the bride-to-be. But most of his dreams were unremarkable and were forgotten quickly. Maybe things would turn out well when he started the first full day of his new life in the morning.