Published: November 1st 2020, 7:21:21 pm
"Whoah, dude, take it easy on that joint. You're gonna give yourself a head rush!"
Dane pulled his beanie down as he watch his friend Jeff take an enormous puff. It was some new stuff called 'brain melter' and he was warned when he picked it up at the dispensary that it should only be used in small doses.
"Don't worry bro, I'm a pro," said Jeff, blowing out smoke in huffs in an effort not to cough. "Whoah... I feel funny..."
Dane brought his hands to his mouth. The nails were painted black with sharpie and he'd doodled all over the back of his hand.
"Dude! Jeff! Are you- are you wetting your pants?"
Jeff looked down and gasped, dropping the joint. He then flew off of the seat and furiously patted his cargo pants to put out any embers. By the time he was done, he had already finished emptying his bladder.
"Oh, dude... This sucks!" he said, before promptly passing out on the carpeted floor of Jeff's van.
His eyes slowly blinked awake. What happened? What was that pounding in his head. He heard talking but it was hard to string the words together.
"Wetting himself..."
"Put him in Diapers..."
"It'll be fine..."
Jeff sat up slowly, holding his head.
"Hey, buddy, you okay?" asked Dane, putting his hand on Jeff's leg. Jeff was on a soft surface. It slowly resolved itself into a couch, but it was fuzzy. Everything was hazy, even his thoughts. Like there was a fog over his brain.
"I no feel good..." said Jeff.
Dane and Jessie, his friend, exchanged worried looks.
"Hey man," said Dane in a shaky voice, "Everythings going to be okay. It's just a weed hangover. You'll be fine."
"I be fine." Jeff nodded, smiling and drooling a bit.
"I dunno man," said Jessie. "This doesn't look fine. Do you think we should-"
"Shush," said Dane, elbowing Jessie in the ribs. "It's cool. Just give it some time to wear off. Maybe some coffee and fresh air will help."
"I'll go make a cup," said Jessie. He walked over to the kitchen which happened to be a small open area right next to the living room.
Jeff looked down and saw that his wet pants were gone. In their place was a thick diaper with a blue striped design running down the front and the letters M4. A portion of the two yellow lines running down the length of the diaper had turned blue, and that percentage was increasing with each moment.
"Why I wear diapees?"
"You've been... peeing yourself since you passed out. This is like... your third diaper, bro. You've been passed out four hours."
"Haha, I wike it. They make funny Jeff started rubbing the front of his wet diaper to hear more of the sound, then moaned as he started rubbing harder. "Dese feew good!"
Dane was disgusted. He grabbed Jeff's hands, eliciting a whine from the dazed man.
"Dude, stop! Jessie, are you almost finished with that coffee? This is really starting to freak me out."
"Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming," said Dane, hurrying back. Rows and rows of bright beaded bracelets covered the arms that offered Jeff a glass of coffee.
Jeff took the coffee and drank, promptly spilling half of the beverage all over his shirt. He screamed and began to cry as the burning liquid hit his tongue and his skin.
"Oh god, quick, let's get his shirt off!" said Dane. He pulled it off, while Jessie ran to get a towel. He also brought some hospital restraint mitts.
"Don't ask me where I got these," he said, in response to Dane's questioning look. "I think it's safe to say he shouldn't be using his hands right now. This'll keep them out of the way."
Sure enough, Jeff's hand had shot down to rub and squeeze the front of the diaper to calm himself down.
"Look, let's just give him a bath and get all the piss and coffee off him. Then maybe a blast of cold water will help wake him up."
"Hey, you're guess is as good as mine, man. But if this doesn't work, we might have to take him to the hospital."
"It'll work," said Dane, "It'll work. Now help me get these mitts on him."