Curiosity Kills

By: Zac G.

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The following is fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or properties is entirely coincidental. The following is NOT pornography. Nonetheless, it is not recommended for readers under the age of 12. The following contains nudity, strong language and mention of diapers and bodily waste. If any of this is likely to offend you, do not read. The following is the original work of the author and shall not be reposted without accreditation and/or consent. Do NOT plagiarize.

“Careful, son,” my father had warned me. “Girls are trouble. They’ll be the end of you.”

My old man gave me this tidbit of advice (and many others as well) when I was at an age where he didn’t think I’d understand it until later. He was at least partially wrong. At 12, I was already curious about girls. That curiosity got a hold of me in the worst kind of way. Even worse off was my friend Dan, who despite being only two months older than I, swore he had the opposite sex all figured out. I never wholly believed him, of course. Nonetheless, when he told me of his grand plan to “heighten our experience”, I cast my doubts aside and followed blindly beyond the point of no return. In retrospect, I was better off listening to my father.

1

“Hey Jimmy,” Dan asked at lunch. “Can you sleep over on Friday?”

I finished sipping my milk and shrugged. “I guess,” I told him doubtfully. “I hafta ask my mom though.”

“Well then you’d better ask,” Dan said with a hint of condescension.

“Why? Have anything good planned?”

“My sis is having her friend Lisa sleep over.”

“So?”

“She’s 15. And her boobs are big. And we’re gonna see her.”

I promptly spit out my milk.

“What do you mean ‘see her’?” I asked.

“You know,” Dan said in a low voice. “See her when she’s changing.”

“How are we gonna do that?” I inquired.

“Don’t worry about it. I have it all figured out. Just make sure you’re there…because Jim, it’d suck if you were a wuss forever.”

“I’ll be there,” I assured him.

2

As expected, I got the go-ahead from my parents on the sleepover. I never really anticipated any problems on that front: Dan and I had been friends for years and despite a isolated incidents, we generally kept out of trouble. Nonetheless, the sleepover made me uneasy. Dan had seemed so sure of himself. He said we would see her, but how? I drove myself crazy exploring the possibilities. I even asked Dan to tell me ahead of time, but he was adamant: I’d just have to wait and see.

It seemed to take forever, but Friday afternoon finally rolled around. As soon as I was home, I got right to work. One of my parents’ conditions for letting me stay over was that I got all my homework done ahead of time. As much as I hated doing homework on a Friday afternoon, I figured it to be worth the risk.

After being warned to be on my best behavior, I was deposited at Dan’s house at around 5 PM. I got in a quick hello to his folks and his sister Jen before my eyes finally fell upon the illustrious Lisa. She had fluffy blonde hair that looked very soft and a nice smile. Her denim skirt, while by no means racy, nonetheless made me wonder what she had on underneath it. Dan’s description of her chest proved to be about accurate: It strained the confines of her red t-shirt. I was in heaven just looking at her and Dan practically had to drag me away to his room.

“Stay away from her for now,” he warned.

“Why?” I was foolish enough to question.

“Because if you weird her out, she’s going to know that something is up. In order for this to work, they can’t suspect anything.”

I shrugged and opted to place my faith in Dan. He still wouldn’t reveal to me his master plan, but if he had gone to this much trouble not to tell me, it was probably well worth the secrecy. I forgot all about Lisa for the time being and immersed myself in Dan’s wide selection of PlayStation games. As I was lacking in a home video game system and many of the titles were alien to me, he handed me defeat after embarrassing defeat no matter what we were playing. It was all in good fun, but his constant teasing and repetition of “you suck, Jim” after my every loss.

At around 7:30, my appetite drew me out of the haven of Dan’s room and into his kitchen. Dan’s mother made me the offer of a sandwich and I humbly accepted. I was in the middle of eating when the girls came into the kitchen. When Lisa said hi to me, I nearly choked. I must have made quite a fool of myself, for Jen, who had always been quite civil to me, began to laugh. I silently cursed Dan for putting ideas in my head about this girl, ideas that I was now unable to shake.

“So,” Lisa asked. “Do you like Jimmy or James?”

“Whatever’s cool,” I said in my best disaffected teenager impersonation.

Fortunately, Dan saved me from further humiliating myself by dropping in to annoy his sister.

“Better lay off that peanut butter Jen, or you’re gonna get F-A-T.”

“Fat like the fat lip I’m gonna give you?” Jen replied angrily.

“Ooh, I’m shaking.”

“That’s enough,” Dan’s mother intervened. “You two had better stop it or else I don’t know how I’m going to be able to leave you alone tonight.”

“We were just kidding,” Dan explained. “Right, Jen?”

“Right,” Jen affirmed. Pretending not to hate each other was a small price to pay for a night of no parental supervision (they had tickets to a play).

It wasn’t long before Dan’s parents readied themselves to depart for the evening. After warning us to stay out of trouble they bid us goodnight and set out to enjoy their play. I had to hand it to Dan: his timing was excellent.

3

“So when are we gonna do it?” I asked after we had retreated to the privacy of his room.

“Why?” he said slyly. “You excited?”

I ignored his inquiry and repeated mine.

“A little later,” he told me. “I have it all planned out.”

“I wish you’d tell me what the plan is already.”

Dan shook his head. “No way, man. That’d just ruin it.”

“What if I told you that I wasn’t gonna do it unless you told me what it is?”

Dan sighed. “Fine,” he said, exasperated. “About a week ago, Jen had a fight with my mom over some clothes that she bought. She got real mad and ran into her room and slammed the door. When she did, the doorknob broke off and it hasn’t been fixed since. There’s a hole and you can see right in. Not that I’d want to…until now.”

“That’s your plan?!” I asked with genuine annoyance. Dan had hyped it up to be a stroke of genius when in fact it was nothing more than dumb luck.

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“How are we gonna know when they change for bed?” I asked.

“Simple,” he replied. “I planted a walkie-talkie in there the other day. All we have to do is listen.”

At around a quarter to ten, Dan turned on the walkie-talkie. The reception wasn’t very good, but we were still able to pick out tidbits of conversation. Most of it was stuff that didn’t interest us in the least: petty gossip and talk about boys. I thought I’d fall asleep before the big moment came, but at 10 o’clock or so, the conversation perked up.

“I’m going to change for bed,” Lisa announced.

“Sure,” Jen replied. “You want some privacy?”

“Nah. I’m OK with it if you are.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

The two girls then began giggling good-naturedly.

Lecherous smile spread across his face, Dan snuck out of his room and motioned for me to follow. He stopped just outside the door to Jen’s room, knelt down and peered in through the hole. A moment later, he recoiled in disgust.

“Ugh, that’s my sister!” he exclaimed. “Here, you look.”

I peered in and could barely make out what appeared to be a leg. Dan tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a small tubelike device. I recognized it as a view piece from one of the “Exploring Nature” kits his slightly senile aunt gave him for his birthday each year. Aside from burning ants and getting a close up of the crud between your toes, it never had much use until now.

Pressing the viewpiece right up against the hole, I took a second look. This time I was able to see much better. I saw Jen sitting on her bed and getting out of her jeans. She definitely wasn’t a bad looking girl, but I didn’t want to go anywhere near the taboo regarding friends’ sisters. I moved the viewpiece over slightly so that I was looking at the center of the room and Lisa. A white fleshy leg came into view. I knelt down lower and slowly raised the viewpiece. My glance traced up Lisa’s leg to her thighs and stopped at the sight of her red panties (with little white hearts on the seat). At twelve, I didn’t exactly know to call such a display “sexy” or “provocative”, but it was certainly captured my attention (and the attention of my penis as well).

“What’s she doing?” Dan asked quietly.

I raised the viewpiece slightly and saw that Lisa had her hands on her shirt and was about to take it off.

“Sweet mother of God,” I said, my voice trembling with gratitude.

“Let me see,” Dan demanded.

I reluctantly relinquished the viewpiece and Dan peered in just in time to see what I could only presume to be a glorious display of fleshy feminine beauty.

“Oh yeah!” he exclaimed, a bit too loudly for my comfort. I was about to tell him to keep it down when all of the sudden the door opened and we both came tumbling into the room.

4

For one surreal moment, I saw them both clearly. I wish I could have held onto that moment and dismissed the events that followed. Alas, life is cruel…but it does have its rewards. Jen had on a black bra and matching panties. There was nothing terribly exotic about her underclothes (my mind was still not yet advanced enough to equate black with any kind of feminine naughtiness), but the mere fact that I was seeing them gave me quite a thrill. Lisa’s were even more exciting: aforementioned red panty and red bra with white lacy trim. Lisa was all curves, too and was practically pouring out of it. My heart leapt into my throat and I felt a moment of pure euphoria before all hell broke loose.

Lisa shrieked and rushed to cover herself with a pillow. Dan took one look in his sister’s eyes and decided to run. She was intent on not letting him get away that easily and dove at him. They fell to the floor and started wrestling.

“You fucking little pervert!” Jen screamed with genuine outrage.

“Jim! Help!” Dan pleaded.

Inasmuch as I wanted to come to the aide of my friend, I feared risking Jen’s wrath. She was too preoccupied with manhandling her brother to take notice of me and Lisa was still cowering behind a pillow. I figured it would be a good time to leave and started inching my way to the door. I was nearly home free when Jen’s arm jutted out and pulled it shut in front of me. With no knob, I had no clue how to open it and was effectively trapped.

“Where do you think your going?” she asked me. By this point, she had Dan pinned down and begging for relief. Her cruel glare spoke volumes of disappointment and I felt rotten inside. “I don’t believe you, Jim!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. “We both are and it will never happen again.”

“You’re right about that,” Lisa intoned.

“Sorry’s not good enough,” Jen informed us. “You’re gonna pay.”

“Fine,” said Dan in resignation. “I’ll buy you a new doorknob.”

“That’s not what I meant, dufus. Now strip. The both of you.”

“Huh?” Dan and I mutually exclaimed.

“You saw us; its only fair that we see you.”

“Like heck we will,” Dan said defiantly. “Now open the damn door.”

“I wonder what mom would say,” Jen pondered wickedly.

The threat of a parental reprisal was enough to cause Dan to stop prying at the door and shut his mouth. I was quite scared as well, as I knew beyond a doubt my own parents would not approve of this mishap and would take some sort of recourse against me if they found out.

“All right,” Dan reasoned. “What’s it gonna take for you not to tell?”

“You two have to do whatever we want for the whole night,” was Jen’s smug reply.

Dan looked at me questioningly. He was probably privately hoping that I would not agree to these terms and would thus give him more of a reason to rebel as well. The two of us, if we put our heads together, might have been able to find a way out of the situation. Unfortunately for Dan, that was not a risk I was willing to take.

“OK,” I said in resignation. “Just as long as my parents don’t find out.”

“Don’t worry,” said Lisa. “We won’t tell anyone.”

“Now strip!” Jen commanded. Her sudden hostility shocked me into action. I took off my shirt after some degree of hesitation and my pants reluctantly followed until I was down to just my briefs. I felt very awkward with my skinny boyish frame on display and the fact that Dan was in the exact same predicament did nothing to alleviate my mortification.

“Aw look,” Jen taunted. “Tighty whities.” She and Lisa then chuckled at our immature undergarments.

Dan muttered something unsavory under his breath, but showed no real defiance.

“Now turn around,” Lisa commanded. Dan and I both did so until our butts were facing them.

“Eww gross!” Lisa exclaimed. I could only assume that she was referring to skidmarks.

“Damnit, Dan,” Jen teased. “Didn’t mom every teach you to wipe?”

Though red in the face, Dan ignored the comment and gave me a look to suggest that this was somehow my fault. It was the last thing I needed. I was already embarrassed and scared and in way over my head, largely thanks to him.

“OK,” said Jen. “Now turn back around again. But this time, spin like a ballerina.”

We had no choice and had to comply. Lisa and Jen looked at us and then started to whisper things to one another. I started to contemplate what they could possibly have in store for us and began to panic. A small yellow stain soon appeared at the front of my undies. Dan noticed and rolled his eyes at me.

“Jim!” Jen exclaimed. “Did you just wet yourself?”

I nodded frightfully and was thankfully able to cut off the flow of urine before I made even more of a mess.

“Stay right there,” Jen ordered. “I’m going to get a few things.”

By means unknown to me, Jen opened the door, leaving us under the watch of Lisa. I was on the verge of tears and thankfully she said nothing to add to my dismay.

“You boys are so bad,” she chastised.

“We said we were sorry,” Dan rebutted.

“I know,” Lisa answered, a wide grin on her face. “But sorry or not, you’re still gonna pay.”

5

Standing in pee-soaked briefs beside your similarly attired best friend while an attractive member of the opposite sex keeps a close eye on you is an experience unlike any other. On the one hand, I felt cold and uncomfortable and downright sick with embarrassment. On the other hand, there was a sort of perverse thrill to the whole thing that led me, much to my chagrin, to maintain an erection. I blamed Lisa’s presence for it at the time, but I later forced myself to admit that the circumstances themselves held some wonder for me.

It seemed like an eternity, but Jen finally returned. In her arms were several rolls of toilet paper and an old towel.

“What’s all that for?” Lisa asked. Jen approached her and whispered something in her ear. Lisa nodded and giggled at the suggestion. Dan and I exchanged confused glances and awaited our fate.

“Here,” Jen said, presenting us each with a few pieces of toilet paper. “Take this and put it up your butts.”

Dan looked absolutely mortified at this suggestion. “What?! Why?”

“Consider it a reminder to wipe better in the future,” Jen informed him.

Hand trembling, I reached into my briefs and inserted the wad of toilet paper into my crack. It was uncomfortable yet not overly intrusive.

“Good,” Jen praised. “Now show us.”

Dan was red in the face as he pulled down his briefs and bent over. Reluctantly, I did the same. The girls exploded into a fit of laughter at our expense. Incensed by this degradation, Dan opened his mouth and said, “You can kiss it if you like it so much!”

The laughter died down quickly and it became obvious that the girls were not amused by this comment. “Just for that, you get to go first.”

“What do you mean go first?”

“We’re going to give you a spanking,” Lisa informed him.

“No way!” Dan protested.

“…or Dad can always do it,” Jen told him. “I’m sure he’d love to hear about how you tried to spy on Lisa.”

“Ok, OK,” said Dan. Covering his genitals with his hands, he turned to face the two girls. Jen pulled him over her lap and went to work swatting his behind. As I was facing away, I was thankfully unable to see any of it. It was bad enough that I heard plenty: the sharp stinging sound of Jen’s hand as it connected home and Dan’s eventual pleas for her to stop made me painfully aware of what I was in store for. At least I was spared the embarrassment of being spanked by my own sister! After Jen was finished, she told Lisa to take over. I heard several more smacks before the ordeal was through.

“OK, Jim,” Jen declared. “Now its your turn.”

A lump formed in my throat and I nearly pissed myself again. I did not want to go through with this.

“You can go first this time,” Jen invited.

“Why thank you,” Lisa replied.

Hands concealing my genitals, I slowly turned around. Lisa was sitting on the bed with a towel spread across her lap. She instructed me to go forth and position myself over her knee. With my underwear down around my ankles, I cautiously approached. I was equally slow to position myself and Lisa actually had to help me. Having her touch me sent shockwaves throughout my body.

“Relax,” she said. “It won’t be so bad.”

Without another word of warning, she brought her hand down and smacked the flesh of my backside. It didn’t cause me any physical pain, but the realization that I was being spanked by a girl sunk in more and more sharply with each successive blow. I again experienced that perverse mixture of pleasure and pain. My situation was definitely embarrassing to the point where I’d be having nightmare about it for days to follow. On the other hand, I liked being on Lisa’s lap and savored the attention, even if it was of a negative variety.

Lisa finally finished and transferred me over to Jen. She spanked harder, perhaps because I was no stranger to her and my behavior appalled her all that much more. Dan watched this spectacle silently from the floor, a mixture of pity and disgust in his eyes. Again, I got the feeling that he was trying to blame the whole thing on me.

6

Our spankings might have been complete, but our punishment was far from over. Jen handed us a roll of toilet paper each and told us to stuff as much of it as we could into our undies.

“Why?” Dan asked.

“Because you two are babies and you belong in diapers,” Lisa teased.

“We plan on keeping you in here allll night,” Jen revealed. “And that means you won’t be able to go to the bathroom.”

“This isn’t fair,” Dan protested. “Just because Jimmy wet his pants….”

“You’re the one with all the brown spots on your undies, Dan,” Jen pointed out.

Dan frowned sourly and we both began to solemnly stuff our underwear. Miraculously, I was able to use up the whole roll. Not an inch of space was left and my briefs bulged like a bag of microwave popcorn. I felt downright absurd and one look at Dan’s puffy butt told me I looked even more ridiculous. We had to endure the girls’ laughter and teasing comments for a good five minutes before they finally let up.

“What should we do to them next?” Jen asked.

“I don’t know,” was Lisa’s subdued reply. “Do you think they’ve had enough?”

“Eh, probably.”

A breathed a steady sigh of relief. I didn’t know how much more humiliation I could have endured before I snapped.

Jen administered two pillows as well as strict instructions on how we were to spend the rest of the night. We would (finally) be allowed to sleep, albeit it had to be on our stomachs on the floor with our protruding bottoms on display. We were not to speak unless spoken to and talking amongst ourselves was prohibited. We were not allowed to attempt to leave the room for any reason. If one of us had to use the bathroom while the girls were asleep, we would have to either hold it til morning or else “do it in your diaper,” as Jen eloquently put it. An infraction of any of these rules would result in another spanking, plus further punishment and the distinct possibility that we would be ratted out to boot.

It never really occurred to me that I was diapered until Jen made her final proclamation. Up until that point, the punishments than Dan and I were subjected to, while embarrassing, were moments that we’d eventually outlive. In fact, they might make for a funny story several years down the line. Being diapered added a whole new dimension to the experience. How does one justify that? Lisa had told us that we were acting like a bunch of babies and I had just brushed the comment off. Now, as the thickness of countless squares of toilet paper pressed up against my privates and forced my legs apart, I began to suspect that she was right. I had been a baby and I was being treated as such. This state of subjugation shamed me greatly, but not as much as the realization that a part of me was perhaps finding pleasure in all of this.

Dan and I were forced to lie in captive silence in nothing but our modified briefs while the girls, privy to the comforts of pajamas, giggled and carried on with their informal debates about which boys they most admired. Being 12-year-old boys, we both found the so-called juicy gossip to be remarkably boring. When Dan tried to politely interject something of interest into the conversation, he was scolded. The boredom of the circumstances pushed me to fatigue and I eventually drifted off into a cold, uneasy sleep. My only comforts were, oddly enough, the bulk around my middle and the knowledge that I was not in this alone and all would be rectified come morning. Stripped, spanked and made to wear what was in essence a diaper, I had suffered the ultimate humiliation for a boy my age…and all because I was curious about seeing some girl’s panties. Go figure.

7

I was having the most wonderfully strange dream. In it, the diapers that I was wearing were real. They were wet too, and I began to bawl like a baby. Lisa gently attended me, hushing my tears away and promising to clean me up and take good care of me.

“There, there Jim,” she cooed.

“Jim.”

When I heard the voice, I mistook it for the one in my dream and nodded like the blissful moron that I must have seemed to be.

“Jimmy!” Dan repeated and shook me awake.

“What?” I answered groggily, rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“Early,” he whispered and then pointed at the two sleeping girls.

“Gotcha,” I answered in a low tone.

“Anyway, I hafta piss,” he said, grabbing his thickly padded crotch. “And I still can’t get the stupid door open.”

“Just go in your di…er…underwear,” I told him.

“What? Like you?” he sneered.

I looked down at my crotch and was surprised to discover that the yellow spot had grown. My underpants didn’t feel wet, but they were slightly damp to the touch. I was confused: when did this happen? I had never been a bedwetter…

Dan snapped his fingers and a smile appeared across his face.

“I’ve got it,” he exclaimed.

“Shh, not so loud,” I cautioned.

“Get me that pen over there,” he instructed.

“Why don’t you get it?”

“Because with my luck, Jen will wake up and we’ll both get in trouble.”

“Fine.”

The pen in question was sparkly in appearance and had a big feather where the eraser would be. Retrieving it required me to reach over Jen. I couldn’t blame Dan for being reluctant. Holding my breath and moving an inch at a time, I slowly stretched out my arm until the pen was within my grasp. I then relayed it to Dan, who jammed it into the hole in the door. A click and a twist later and he was home free. I must admit I was impressed.

“Stay here and pretend you’re still asleep,” he told me. “That way if something happens, you can plead ignorance.”

“Gotcha,” I whispered and put my head back down. I had hopes of returning to that wonderful dream. Just as I was nearing sleep, Dan returned. In his hand was a cup full of ice water. He pointed at the girls and nodded zealously.

“Are you crazy?” I asked him in disbelief. “They are gonna wake up and we’re gonna get in a lot of trouble.”

“I know,” he said with a smirk. “But it’s worth it.”

Before I could say anything further to talk him out of it, he emptied the icewater all over his sister and Lisa, thereby sealing our fates. The girls awoke with a start and began shrieking as the cold moisture permeated the warmth of their comfort and slumber. Dan began to laugh hysterically and I soon joined him. It was enjoyable for us to see our tormentors reduced to mere victims of the oldest trick in the book. As an added bonus, I was entreated to the sight of Lisa’s wet shirt as it clung to her ample chest.

“You little shit!” Jen exclaimed, seething with anger.

Dan and I were in such a hurry to get out of there that we wound up tripping over one another and falling into the closed door. Before either of us knew it, the girls were pummeling our bodies with pillows and our ears with derogatory slurs.

“What’s going on in there?” Dan’s father shouted. “Open this door right now!”

Everything fell to a dead calm. We were in for it now.

8

I could not imagine the thoughts that ran through the heads of Dan’s parents as they observed the scene that unfolded before them. Two boys lay on the floor, their underwear overstuffed to emulate diapers. One of the boys has a slightly wet diaper. The two girls, meanwhile, stand over them waving pillows about menacingly as if they were swords. Their clothes are soaked. It was sheer chaos.

“All right,” said Dan’s mom after she had taken a minute to compose herself. “What happened?”

Nobody spoke. We were all afraid to.

“Come on,” Dan’s dad demanded. “Let’s have it.”

Dan was the first to crack. “They were attacking us with pillows.”

“Because you poured water on us!” Jen retorted.

“One at a time,” Dan’s mom interrupted.

“Dan started it,” Jen began. “He and Jimmy were spying on us….”

“That was only a joke! You went way overboard.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Enough!” declared Dan’s dad.

“Jim, what happened?” his mother asked me.

She had known me long enough to realize that I wasn’t a very good liar. Hence, my version of events could be trusted. Nonetheless, I balked at the prospect of having to testify. Dan gave me a look that translated into “keep your damn mouth shut.” It seemed like perfectly sound advice. Nonetheless, I folded under the pressure. I told them everything that had happened, from Dan’s failed plan to Jen and Lisa’s punishment to the impromptu revenge and so on. Lisa corroborated my version of the events and Dan gave me a look that could freeze a volcano.

“I’m very disappointed in all of you,” Dan’s mom said at the conclusion.

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Lyons,” I bemoaned in a hope for clemency.

“I don’t know what to say to any of this,” mused Mr. Lyons. “It’s like we’re running a zoo around here.” Shaking his head in disgust, he retired to read the morning paper.

“Jen, Dan, you are both is big trouble,” Mrs. Lyons scolded. “Jim, I had better call your mother.”

“Do you have to?” I asked pleadingly. I knew I was in deep trouble if my parents found out and would be willing to do almost anything to have prevented that from happening.

Mrs. Lyons apparently noted my concern and seemed at least somewhat receptive of my plight. “All right,” she conceded. “I suppose there is no reason for them to know. However, as long as you are here you will be receiving the same punishment as Dan.”

I shrugged. It sounded fair.

“I didn’t do anything,” Dan protested. “Besides, we were already punished.”

“You think that’s punishment?” Jen replied. “I was just getting started, ya little twerp!”

“Enough!” Mrs. Lyons interceded. “The both of you should be ashamed. Dan, Jimmy you had no right to invade their privacy like that. You should apologize immediately.”

“We’re sorry,” we said in unison.

“As for you Jen,” Mrs. Lyons continued. “You are not their mother.”

“I know, but….”

“We’re sorry,” Lisa said on her behalf.

“That’s better. Now…. just to serve as a reminder not to do any of this again, you will be grounded. Dan, no video games, Jen no mall.”

“That’s not fair!” they protested in unison.

“Well do you have any better ideas?”

Dan and Jen looked at one another, then at me and Lisa and called for a quick huddle. I listened closely as a plan was formulated. It was so unbelievably ridiculous that it put all of Dan’s past schemes to shame.

“No way,” he protested.

“Would you rather lose your Playstation?” Jen asked.

“No.”

“Good. Because me and Lisa have to go to the mall tomorrow. There’s a one day only sale.”

“Yeah,” Lisa affirmed. “This is the way it has to be.”

“Do you believe this?” Dan asked me, again hoping I’d protest. I hated always having to be the deciding vote.

“I guess I’m OK with it,” I replied indifferently.

“Well?” asked Mrs. Lyons.

“We think we might have something,” Jen told her, grinning widely. She whispered something in her mother’s ear and I was quite surprised to see a gesture of approval.

“That reminds me,” Mrs. Lyons remarked. “I believe I saw some Pampers on sale the other day.”

The girls looked at us and laughed. I suddenly regretted having agreed so quickly, but it was too late. The deal had already been made.

9

Dan and I were finally granted leave of Jen’s room (and thereby also her wrath). We were told to shower and put on fresh underpants. Our freedom, however, came at a steep price. Soon we would be rendered diapered and largely helpless for the duration of the weekend. My feelings towards our predicament were still somewhat ambivalent. For Dan, however, there existed no question that the experience would be largely negative.

“This is all your fault!” he exclaimed, shoving me violently as we entered his room.

“My fault?!” I retorted. “It was your idea that got us into trouble.”

“Why did you have to give in so quickly?”

“Hey…you gave in too.”

He bit his lip in frustration and said no more. Things were icy between us, but we did not come to blows. Besides, we would be united by the common bond that was our punishment.

As I explained previously, we were to be diapered for our juvenile behavior. That might seem bad enough, but in actuality, it was only the beginning. We were also to be placed under the watch of Jen and Lisa, who were given unfettered authority over us. They too were being punished in the sense that they were constantly responsible for our well-being and would be forced to drag us along wherever they might go. If they failed in their role as caretakers, they would receive additional punishment. This would serve as an incentive for Dan and I to cause as much mayhem as possible, if it weren’t for the fact that they had the capacity to punish us while we were under their care. Therein lay the paradox: in order to ensure them further retribution, we would almost certainly have to risk our own castigation. Personally, I felt no such desire to put my soon-to-be diapered ass on the line.

Dan reemerged from the shower wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. I soon followed suit, feeling more and more self-conscious with each passing moment. That we were not given any clothes to wear was an overbearing reminder of our state of punishment. The girls laughed at us and joked that we should enjoy our big-boy underwear while we still had it. Neither Dan nor myself thought this was very funny.

It wasn’t long before Dan’s mom returned with the diapers. They came in a 24 ct package. Twenty-four diapers seemed like a lot for two days and two people. The notion that we’d be using each and every one of them never crossed my mind.

Mrs. Lyon’s took note of the girls’ giddy enthusiasm and our rapidly growing shame. She obviously saw no malice in either side of the predicament and gave her blessing with a simple declaration of ,”have fun.”

No sooner had she spoken than were Dan and I again summoned to Jen’s room. In we marched like prisoners of war headed off to face the firing squad.

“Oh my God….I can’t believe we’re actually doing this!” Lisa said eagerly.

“I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a long time,” Jen readily admitted. “Come here, Dan!”

“Why do I always have to go first?” he complained.

Dan was told to lie on the floor and remain still. Jen threatened to sit on him and tickle him to death if he resisted. Huffing indignantly, Dan surrendered himself to this fate. The package of diapers was ripped open as was a package of wipes and a container of baby powder. Something strange overtook me when I saw that first diaper. It looked almost exactly like the kind babies wear, distinguished only by its larger size and lack of any decorative characters. The sight of it, combined with the intoxicating aroma of baby powder awoken in me a strong desire. It was no longer merely a case of curiosity or even nervous excitement: I WANTED to be diapered. The knowledge that such a desire was taboo compounded with the anticipation of having my wish fulfilled made things unbearably tense for me. Alas, I was still glad I wasn’t Dan.

After commenting on its size and authenticity, Lisa handed the diaper to Jen, who spread it out and open. Dan’s eyes went wide at the realization that it would in fact fit him. He finally decided there was no getting out of this one and began to panic. As Jen reached to remove his briefs, he placed his hands over his crotch and turned on his side.

“I warned you not to do that,” Jen admonished sternly. “Now you’re in for it.”

“OK, OK,” he relented. “But do you have to put it on me with her watching?”

I recognized the source of Dan’s mortification and smiled to myself. Of the two of us, I thought I would be much more hesitant to have Lisa partake in my diapering. Apparently, Dan was every bit as self-conscious as I was. He merely shrouded his fear with a veil of apathy, a technique which I had not yet mastered.

Jen was either slightly flummoxed or was being intentionally cruel. “For God’s sake, Dan. Everyone in this room has been in diapers at one point or another. Now get your hand out of the way.”

“I can turn around if you want,” Lisa volunteered. She was as embarrassed to have been the source of his embarrassment as he was embarrassed to have been embarrassed by it (Author’s Note: confused yet?).

Dan nodded and mouthed a gesture of thanks. Lisa did an about face, leaving only myself to watch Jen diaper him. I’m sure Dan didn’t appreciate that I was watching either, but I had to get a sense of what I was in for.

Jen removed Dan’s underwear and smacked his hand when he again tried to cover up. She reached for the container of powder and sprinkled a generous amount into his crotch. He was ordered to raise his butt, thus allowing Jen to powder his backside and slide the diaper underneath. The front of the diaper came up through Dan’s legs, the sides were brought together and the two tapes were pressed shut. The whole thing took less than a minute, but Dan’s expression suggested that it lasted an eternity. Never had I seen anyone as relieved as Dan when his sister finished diapering him.

“You can turn around now,” Jen said, tapping Lisa on the shoulder. She turned to confront the sight of Dan wearing nothing but a diaper and immediately chuckled. Dan rolled his eyes and retreated to his room.

“Wow….that was quick,” Lisa commented.

“There’s nothing to it,” Jen assured her. “You want to try?”

“Sure.”

“OK, Jim,” Jen declared, speaking the words I had been dying to hear. “You’re next.”

10

Though tainted at the time with eager expectations, I can now honestly say that my diapering was not some magical experience. In fact, it was brief and somewhat awkward. However, it did fall short of being a complete disaster, for which I am grateful.

I had been wrong to snicker at Dan’s embarrassment, for my own discomfiture was tenfold. I was glowing as red as a cardinal before the process had even begun.

“Lighten up, Jim,” Jen urged.

“Yeah….I don’t bite,” Lisa added.

I watched as she took a diaper and unfolded it, just as Jen had done. Instinctively, my hands went to cover my privates, but Jen was quick to intercept them. She held them behind my head while Lisa pulled off my briefs. To my absolute mortification, I had quite an erection. I awaited Lisa’s expression of disgust, but it never came. Instead, she seemed to be almost amused at my state of arousal.

“Looks like somebody is happy to be diapered,” she joked.

“Any boy would,” Jen added.

Lisa instructed me to lift my butt and I agreeably did so, putting my rear on display. Jen continued to hold my hands out of reach while Lisa poured an ample amount of baby powder into her palm. She then began to not merely sprinkle but actually rub the powder into my crotch. She was very gentle and non-exploitive yet sensual and stimulating all the same.

My butt eventually came to rest atop the crinkly plastic of the diaper. It was an odd sensation, as if I were sitting on a cushion. Lisa brought the front of the diaper up over my erection and taped the sides in places. She made a few slight adjustments for fit and told me I was free to go. I lingered a moment longer to listen to her bask in praise.

“How’d I do?”

“You did fine,” Jen assured her.

“It’s been awhile since I changed my little cousin’s diapers. I thought I’d mess up.”

“Nah…there’s nothing to it.”

When I entered Dan’s room, he was stationed obediently in front of the TV, PlayStation controller in hand as if nothing at all had happened. He was either in extreme denial or was simply glad to still have his video games. Either way, the scene was a surreal forbearer of things to come.

11

“No fair!” I complained after suffering yet another defeat. “You are always Kazuya.”

“It’s not my fault that King sucks.”

“King doesn’t suck,” I protested.

“OK...fine. YOU suck.”

“Hey!”

Dan set the controller down and rose to his feet. He slowly crept out of his room and looked cautiously around.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Shh!” he commanded. “I hafta pee and I’m not going in my diaper.”

I shook my head. “You’ll get in trouble.”

“Not if I’m careful.”

He took one last look around and darted in the direction of the bathroom. I had to laugh: any attempt he made to be discreet was counterbalanced by the loud, obvious crinkling of his diaper. I watched him intently from the doorway of his room. As his friend and fellow prisoner, I was hoping that he’d make it. Part of me, however, wished that he would get caught. I was curious as to how far the girls would take this punishment business.

Alas, the latter desire lost out. Dan made it to the bathroom undetected. He flung open the door and......

“EEEP!” Lisa shrieked. I stared from afar, dumbfounded on what had just happened. He had walked in on Lisa yet a second time. Man, was he in for it now! I would have to ask him what, if anything he had seen.

Dan looked flustered and mortified. Unlike the prior occasion, this was no joke.

“It was an accident,” he pleaded.

“What the hell were you doing?” Lisa asked angrily. “You shouldn’t have been in here at all.”

“I had to...um....wash my hands. The door was unlocked.”

“You’re in big trouble,” Lisa warned him.

Dan retreated frightfully to his room. He was stricken silent with fear. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help myself.

“What did you see?” I questioned. He rolled his eyes at me.

“DAN!” Jen bellowed.

“Oh shit,” he whispered as his sister approached his room. “Look,” he began to plead. “I wasn’t planning on walking in on her this time......honest.....I’m really, really sorry.”

“I believe you,” said Lisa.

“Which is why we aren’t going to spank you,” Jen added.

“Great. So I’m off the hook?”

Lisa smirked wickedly. “Not exactly,” she said, presenting a carafe full of water.

“Since you were probably headed in there to pee,” Jen began.

“Wait....you can’t prove that.”

“Was he, Jim?” Lisa asked.

For once, I actually attempted to show some cunning. “Um....no.” Unfortunately, they saw right through it.

“OK,” Dan confessed. “So?”

“So since you have to go pee-pee, we are going to make sure it winds up in your didee,” Jen said condescendingly. “That’s what the water is for.”

Dan looked at the girls, then at the water and lastly at the floor. “Fine.”

Lisa poured him a cup of water and commanded him to drink. No sooner had he finished then was his cup refilled. This went on for about four cups until the carafe was empty. Afterwards, Jen and Lisa stood watching with broad smiles on their faces.

Dan looked at me pleadingly and I shrugged. What could I have done?

“What’s the matter, Dan?” Jen taunted. “You seem determined to go a minute ago.”

“I can’t!” he whined. “Not in my diaper. Not with you watching.”

The punishment was truly beginning to affect him. No longer was it “a diaper”, but now “my diaper.” I knew he was adjusting and I knew that very soon, he would wet.

The three of us watched as Dan hopped comically from foot to foot, his face straining and his hands covering his diapered crotch. It was alternately comedic and disheartening.

“I think he needs some help,” Lisa suggested.

Jen agreed. “Tickle tickle.”

Dan’s hatred of tickling was enough to propel him into action. He stood perfectly still and began to wet his diaper. When he was done, he was ordered to remove his hand from his crotch. I could tell that the diaper was soaked as it began to sag. Dan stared at the floor complacently.

“Now it’s your turn, Jim,” Jen instructed.

12

“Me?” I complained. “But I don’t have to pee!”

“We can fix that.”

A moment later, Lisa returned with a fresh pitcher of water. Hands quavering. I accepted a full cup and drank up. This cup was followed by three more until I was full and the carafe was empty.

“OK,” Jen instructed. “Now do your thing.”

“I can’t,” I replied bashfully.

“Come on, Jim,” Dan insisted. “You had no problem pissing your pants last night.”

“Stay out of it, Wetdiaper,” Jen scolded.

Like Dan, I employed the various methods known to all schoolchildren to avoid wetting their pants. I tried hard to concentrate on something else. I hopped from foot to foot. I paced around in circles. I even grabbed my diapered crotch. All it did was make the pressure even worst.

“He Jim,” Lisa said slyly. “Are you ticklish?”

I shrugged. “I guess so.”

With that, she set upon me and began tickling my sides. I exploded into fits of boyish laughter, which triggered everyone else in the room to laugh as well. By the time we were done, we were all red-faced and my diaper was wet.

“Now what?” Lisa asked Jen. “Do we change them or something?”

“Nah,” Jen dismissed. “Let them stay like that for awhile.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want us to get in trouble.”

“Relax....we won’t.”

I marveled at how much this exchange echoed the one that Dan and I had earlier. With that resolved and a final warning to stay good imparted, the girls left us once again.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Dan asked excitedly.

“No.” I had no idea what he was thinking, but I was sure that I wasn’t going to like it.

“We can get the girls in trouble,” he suggested slyly. “All we have to do is give ourselves diaper rash.”

“Diaper rash?! How are we going to do that?”

“Well...our diapers are wet, right? All we have to do is rub them.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Dan, that’s nuts! All that will do is end up hurting us.”

“Not when my mom finds out that the girls didn’t change us. Then they’ll be the one’s hurting.”

With that, he cackled manically and began rubbing his diaper. Though I abstained at first, my own curiosity got the better of me and I finally gave in. It proved to be a very stimulating experience.

“Hey...this feels pretty good,” Dan revealed.

I had to concur. It did. It was a feeling I would associate years later, in a strange hotel room, with mid-coitus.

13

The ‘good feeling’ that I was so quick to associate with my self-induced diaper rash did not last long. As it faded, discomfort and itchiness gradually took root. It seemed more and more like a plan of ours that was destined to backfire for the umpteenth time that day. However, the inevitable happened and Jen and Lisa came to check up on us. They were jovial and full of equals parts mirth and callousness.

“How are our wittle babies doing?” Jen teased. “Do they need their wet didees changed?”

I opened my mouth to say that was precisely the point. Jen ordered me to be silent and informed us that we would have to suffer the additional embarrassment of having our diapers checked.

“Babies can’t always tell if they are wet or not,” Lisa explained matter-of-factly. I relished the surprise there about to receive.

Jen walked over to Dan, who was doing his best to conceal a smirk. He maintained his look of quiet defiance as Jen tugged on the elastic waistband and inspected his diaper. Lisa gingerly approached me to do the same. The two girls recoiled in surprise almost simultaneously.

“Oh my God!” Lisa gasped. “What is it?”

“I think it’s diaper rash,” Jen answered, her confidence having soared right out the window.

“What do we do?”

“Let’s ask Mom,” Dan suggested with quiet malice. “I wonder what she would have to say about this. Oh mo…”

Jen quickly clamped her hand over his mouth and held him still.

“What are you doing?” Lisa asked.

“Keeping us out of trouble.”

“I feel really bad about this though.”

Jen sighed. “Can I trust you not to tell?” she asked her younger brother.

Dan nodded.

“Jim?”

“Sure.”

She released her grip on Dan and he squirmed away.

“You’re in for it now,” he gloated.

“But you said you wouldn’t tell,” Lisa pleaded.

“And we’re gonna do a real good job of changing you. Right Lis?”

“Yeah.”

“So why don’t you just….ow!”

She was cut off when Dan brought his hand harshly across her backside.

“You little bastard,” Jen grumbled. “I think you gave yourself that rash on purpose just so you could do that.”

“Too bad you can’t prove it,” Dan taunted. He raised his hand to smack her again when Jen seized him by the wrist and twisted.

“You get one free one,” she explained. “The rest you have to pay for. So go ahead and use your other hand if you think it’s worth it.”

He got the point and lowered his hand. Jen subsequently released her grip.

“You might as well get yours too,” Lisa said discontentedly and turned to show me her big, round bottom. I felt excitement pulse through me, but also guilt as well. I had been playing the part of an innocent victim in a vicious sibling rivalry. My motives, however, had been selfish and rather perverse. In that sense, I was just as culpable as Dan. It was this lingering guilt that kept me from really spanking Lisa, no matter how much my inner devil was egging me on. I gave her two brief pats on the butt and that was the end of it.

To my delight, she giggled (though it was probably at my expense). “You’re real sweet,” she complimented.

Before I could reply with, “thanks….so are you,” I found myself being ushered into Jen’s room for a diaper change.

14

As the girls had now accumulated some practice in diapering, Dan and I were changed simultaneously. To make things interesting, they changed up partners (pun not intended) so that Jen wound up tending to me and Dan was tended to by Lisa. As I lay atop the towel, I tried to imagine myself as being helpless. I offered no resistance as Jen reached for the tapes. Though the situation still held some excitement in and of itself, the thrill was not the same as it was with Lisa. I had known Jen for several years and regarded her nearly as a surrogate sister. To find myself excited by having her diaper me brought across a hybrid of shame, embarrassment (and yes even more excitement) that I was at the time too young to fully understand.

“I’ll have to remember to check you guys more often,” she commented as she saw my rash.

Jen poured an ample amount of powder into her hand and began spreading it about my privates. The powder was cool and soothing, a welcome relief to the burning itch of the rash. To my dismay, the feel of Jen’s hands as she powdered me only added to my arousal. Jen pretended to take no notice and ordered me to roll onto my stomach. She powdered my butt and rolled me back atop a fresh diaper. My erection was still standing and Jen took my surprise by pressing it down while bringing the diaper all over it. I was taped up, patted on the butt and sent on my way.

Despite our many differences, Dan and I looked like twins as we exited the girls’ company in just our diapers.

“Hey Dan?” I beckoned.

“What, Jim?”

“No more plans. For now at least.”

“Right,” he affirmed. Apparently, he had had more than his share of failure for one day and was willing to let the calamity die down.

“So what do you wanna do?” he asked me as we entered his room.

“I dunno,” I replied. “But I’m sick of video games. I keep losing.”

Dan chuckled. “You’ve got that right.”

“And I don’t really wanna go anywhere with…you know.”

“Yeah.”

He knew all right. That the girls would drag us with them to the mall was but a distant thought in our minds. We had a more immediate concern to deal with, and that concern was boredom.

“Got any movies?” I asked.

His face lit up. “Lots!”

“I mean that I haven’t seen.”

Dan shrugged. “Probably. But it’s too bad that we can’t watch any of the good ones.”

The ‘good ones’, in Dan’s opinion, were all rated R. They were bloody and violent and often showed half-naked women. Despite his parents’ declaration that he was not to watch anything of the sort, Dan often took to viewing them when no one was around. He told me about Pulp Fiction when I was 10, and even though there was a lot we didn’t understand about it, I almost puked when I heard about all the “good parts.”

“That’s OK,” I replied. I was in no mood for a bloody movie anyway. What I really wanted to see was something with kids in diapers. I wanted to feel less alone in the universe.

15

Is fate anything more than the convergence of circumstances; the sum of all coincidences? To this day, I am not sure. However, I do know this: of all the movies in the Lyons’ vast collection, Dan chose none other than Ransom. What made this film notable (aside from the re-teaming of Mel Gibson and Rene Russo and Billy Corgan doing the soundtrack) was a scene towards the end in which a kidnapped kid recognized his abductor and became so frightened that he wet his pants. Though I certainly couldn’t fault him given the circumstances, it fueled my imagination nonetheless. Poor Sean had spent days handcuffed to a bed. What happened when he had to use the bathroom? Did they untie him to let him go or leave him to wet his pants? One of his captors was sympathetic towards him; perhaps he was allowed to wear a diaper. I pondered these and other issues as I watched; Dan took in the steady stream off suspense and gunfire (which, I had to admit, was compelling in its own right).

There was some concern at first that the girls would try to “pull rank” and prevent us from watching. However, they offered no objections and Lisa even sat in for the first couple of minutes (presumably to pine over Mel Gibson). It was clear that the rash encounter had diminished whatever enjoyment the girls took in bossing us around. They adopted a more laissez faire attitude and became content to leave us to our own devices. Dan and I were quite grateful and responded by devouring potato chips and cheering whenever something significant (gunfire, deaths, fighting, cursing, etc.) happened in the movie.

At about an hour and forty minutes in, Dan abruptly hit the pause button and rose up from his dormancy on the floor.

“What is it?” I asked.

His face reddened and he mumbled something inaudible. I asked him to repeat it.

“I said I have to take a shit!” he replied angrily.

“Oh,” I gasped, and felt suddenly grateful that I wasn’t in his position.

“That’s it,” he said after brief contemplation. “I’m going to the bathroom. I wanna see them try to stop me.”

“You’d better ask first,” I cautioned. “Just to be sure.”

Dan grumbled. “Whose side are you on?”

“Mine,” I answered. “And I don’t feel like getting in any more trouble.”

This wasn’t entirely true. While I was intrigued by the prospect of having the girls punish us further, I was too timid to initiate any real mischief on my own and I really didn’t want to make anyone mad.

Dan got the point and headed for Jen’s room. Seeing as how the verdict reached would affect me as well when it came time for me to move my bowels, I followed closely behind.

“What?” Jen asked bitterly as Dan interrupted her and Lisa’s latest gossip session.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” he declared with as much dignity as he could muster.

“Diapers. Duh!” she snapped.

“I need to take a shit,” he asserted.

Jen seemed somewhat taken aback. “Oh.”

“Let him go,” Lisa suggested. The prospect of having to wipe Dan’s ass appealed to neither of them.

“It’s not that simple, Lis,” Jen explained. “I don’t wanna get in trouble later because we didn’t do our jobs as babysitters.”

“I’m sure your mom would understand.”

Dan grimly shook his head.

“Mom take’s stuff pretty far sometimes,” said Jen. “Like when she found out I bought a thong she threatened to make me wear it over my jeans so everyone could see what a slut I was becoming.”

“Look,” Dan implored. “If she asks, I’ll say you did everything right…. now please just let me go already!”

“OK, OK,” Jen replied, then hastily added. “Wait a minute.”

I was most surprised when she glanced in my direction.

“What?” I asked defensively.

“Jim can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“Yes I can,” I replied, even though I knew it was a lie. The moment Mrs. Lyons interrogated me, I’d fold. I knew it and they knew it too.

Jen sighed. “Sorry Dan.”

“Damnit, Jim!”

“It’s not my fault!” I shot back.

“Ugh…we just changed them,” Lisa iterated.

Cheeks flushed red, Dan faced the corner, squatted down and began to fill his diaper. “I hate you all,” he grumbled. Circumstances aside, it was pretty funny. A moment later, he was done, his diaper was loaded and he was angry as ever.

“Get this thing off of me!” he demanded, indicating his diaper.

“Not just yet,” said Jen. She and Lisa cast another glance in my direction. I swallowed hard.

16

“Is this really necessary?” I asked. When I told them I didn’t have to poop, they dragged me into the kitchen and presented me with some prune juice (yuck!). One way or another, they reasoned, I would be loading my diaper. Dan saw it as being fair and Jen and Lisa didn’t want to have to change another poopy diaper later. “I really don’t have to go.”

“You will,” Jen said, pointing to the glass of prune juice. “Now drink up.”

Lisa giggled as I began to cringe. Dan couldn’t help but laugh as I brought the glass to my lips. I took one sip and promptly spit it back out.

“I can’t,” I insisted. “It’s too nasty.”

“Jim..” Jen cautioned strictly.

“At least let me put some sugar in it,” I begged.

“Wuss,” Dan teased.

“Let’s see YOU drink it,” I countered.

“I don’t have to,” he replied and we both started laughing.

I was rewarded with a teaspoon or two full of sugar and told that I had better drink up. Reluctantly, I did so. It was still rather putrid, but I was able to get it down. If the rumors regarding prune juice were true, it would not be long before my diaper became very full.

Now that my problem was taken care of, the girls tended to Dan. Since he was liable to be a mess, Jen had him stand in the shower while she helped clean him up. Lisa and I waited in her room and I was expected to mess my diaper in the interim.

“Ewww…Dan!” we heard Jen shriek. “What the hell did you eat?”

“Just potato chips,” he retorted.

In the meantime, I was experiencing considerable difficulty achieving my designated task. Undoing the deeply ingrained ritual was a difficult enough task without Lisa watching; her presence made it nearly impossible. Apparently, she picked up on my discomfort and tried to offer me some words of encouragement.

“I bet your wondering what you did to get yourself into this mess, huh?”

Solemnly, I nodded.

“This isn’t pleasant for either of us,” she said. “But let’s just try to get it over with, OK?”

Again, I nodded and again, my bowels would not cooperate.

Lisa sighed. “Let me help,” she offered. I was about to ask what in the world that meant when she grabbed me around the middle and began to rub my stomach. “My mom used to do this to me when I got constipated,” she explained.

“Thank you,” I replied, savoring her touch. We were still alone together and I was about to add something profound (I like you, I think you’re pretty, etc.) when suddenly my bowels loosened and at long last I filled my diaper.

Embarrassment overtook me and I drew away. Though I did what I had been told to do, I could feel no pride. Lisa patted me on the head and told me, in a motherly tone, that I was a good boy. Only then did the reassurance come. I laid back and tried to remain as still as possible while she changed my diaper. It was evident that she was a bit grossed out, but tried not to show it for my consideration. Likewise, I tried to keep my excitement under control. When all was said and done, it was a relatively painless process.

A moment later, Jen returned with a freshly-diapered Dan. They both commented on how the room stunk and sprayed an abundance of air freshener about. Dan appeared to be humbled by his humiliation. Gone from his eyes was the mischievous glow I had become so used to. Absent as well were Jen’s teasing and condescending remarks. The impossible was happening: we were beginning to get along.