LOL you were made for this Jacket ...Nice tight fit just the arms to take care of....

You had picked him up a few states back.  He was wandering, trying to see the country he said.  You offered him a bottle of water which he quickly accepted.  He asked about the large booster seat in the back, expecting you to talk about kids, but you didn’t have any.  You gave him another water.  He asked about the pacifier hanging from the rearview, but you just told him it was to help calm down.  You gave him another water.  The guy was obviously a little confused, but he tried to stay positive, saying your car smelled great.  You explained it was the talcum powder, and of course gave him another water bottle.  After a few miles of small talk he asked if you could pull over so he could take a piss.  You said of course, soon.  You passed more than a few gas stations and rest stops and listened to his desperation build in his voice as he asked again and again for you to stop.  You found a long stretch or rural road and finally pulled to the shoulder and unlocked his door.  

You popped the trunk as he headed toward a tree, but you quickly called him back over.  He held his crotch in desperation as he asked you what you wanted.  You pulled out an impossibly thick and patterned adult diaper.  He looked confused and asked the obligitory “is that a diaper?”.  That’s when you explained things.  You’d go as far as he needed and you’d pay for everything, but riding in the car you didn’t want him to have any “accidents”.  Of course he shook his head and said no.  But it was getting dark and you were in the middle of nowhere.  You asked again but he still fervently shook his head.  You put your hand on his shoulder and said you understood, but you were going to offer one more time.  By now he couldn’t take it and the piss dribbled down his pants until it was a full stream.  

The hitchhikers pants were soaked.  You lead him to the hood of your car and stripped off his jeans and boxers.  He was softly crying as you diapered him.  He tried to get back into the passenger seat but you corrected him and told him “diaper boys sit in the baby seat”.  You bought him one pair of jeans but of course you kept him diapered. For five days you took him to different states and slept in different motels.  For five days you changed his diapers.  Finally he reached his destination and you let him out.  You patted his soggy butt and gave him a diaper “for the raod”.  He looked embarassed but took it, then waddled away.