Idiocy

Brian liked the change he’d made to his penis. The company selling the jellyfish DNA based cellular adaptation had advertised its use for pets and it was popular with dog owners. Traffic accidents involving dogs were down substantially; the glow-in-the-dark solution worked perfectly.

It worked perfectly on him too. Too perfectly. Yes, his cock could be seen from two blocks away if he dropped his trousers, but he was law abiding and didn’t try to expose himself in the street. Sadly he didn’t need to try, and that was why he was in court fighting a prosecution for indecent exposure.

The judge was unimpressed. “I accept that your client is not intentionally waving his sizeable manhood around but it is nonetheless in breach of common decency laws and I have no option but to take measures for public protection and modesty. As the process is irreversible and this court will I assure you never demand castration. We have given your client an opportunity to wear thick and opaque garments that block the light shining from his groin but he continually removes and discards this, claiming it is uncomfortable. At this stage I fear I see no option beyond incarceration away from the public gaze. Yes?”

Brian’s lawyer spoke up. “Incarceration feels excessive Your Honour, my client is innocent of anything other than idiocy and has not intended this unfortunate outcome. Would Your Honour consider the use of a device that prevents removal of a secure cover, holding my clients genitals safe from public view while providing him with an otherwise normal life?”

The judge nodded, and Brian perked up. He didn’t think he’d walk free from the court this time, and all because they’d fitted him with uncomfortable thick underwear that stopped him walking properly. He waited patiently while his lawyer and the one prosecuting approached the judge and held a quiet conversation.

It took longer than he expected, but that wasn’t a bad thing. They seemed to reach an agreement and the lawyers returned to their seats, his giving him a smile as he approached.

The judge spoke up. “I am delighted that we have found a solution that avoids the expense and imposition of a prison sentence. A short detention will be required I’m afraid while a custom device is fitted, that will not be possible for Brian to remove. As this will prevent normal hygiene and use of the toilet it will be sized to securely fit a diaper beneath. The court will appoint a caregiver to remove the device and change the diaper at intervals of no greater than 6 hours during the day, ten hours overnight, assuring regular cleaning and the comfort of the wearer.”

Brian gasped. “What the fuck?” he asked, “I think I’d rather be in prison.”

The judge smiled at him. “That’s still an option, but as it would be unfair to expose other prisoners to your indecency I will still require the same device fitted there. Your choice, and do please express it more politely this time.”

Brian subsided in shock and let himself be led from court. Condemned to diapers, all because his penis was so magnificent and glowed in the dark.