Published: March 1st 2023, 4:00:06 pm
I wake up beside my brother in a wet diaper. Shit, how much did I have to drink last night? Then it hits me. The Bet.
“Don’t worry, Donovan! I can handle a few drinks. If I wet the bed again, I’ll wear to bed from now on. I promise.”
“And I’ll hold you to that,” he said, smirking. “In fact, I’m gonna be the one putting you in them. AND I decide when they come off, capeesh?”
“Oh my gods, fine! You’d think you were the older brother the way you’re talking. I’ve been drinking way longer than you, you know.”
“And wetting the bed,” he said with a superior grin. “You’d better not try to cheat, bedwetter, or there will be consequences.”
That really got my blood boiling. I must’ve drank twice as much as normal just to spite him. And now look. I look over to him snoring loudly. I can sneak out and toss my diaper no problem.
And so, I begin the slow process of disentangling myself from him. There are a few breath-catching moments, but I manage to do it. I chuckle to myself. “Thought you could catch me by sleeping in my bed tonight, huh? Not likely.
I was an expert at this by now, more or less. Now that I am living away from home, where my parents made it very open that I was to be diapered at night, I’ve gotten plenty of practice diapering myself and sneaking so no one saw me disposing of the evidence. Most nights I don’t even need them! Take that, Mom and Dad!
I sneak out into the hallway. It’s only 6am so nobody in the dorms is up, almost nobody. I have my diaper bag in hand, a little drawstring backpack with my changing supplies and my next diaper. Normally I wouldn’t need another diaper in the morning, but since my bro is going to be checking…
I sigh as I begin to untape my diaper in the first bathroom stall. This is the noisiest part, but at least no one is around. I look at the heavy yellow padding that I pull away from my soggy shaved crotch. Why did I let him goad me into betting him that I wouldn’t wet? I always wet the bed when I drink. I shake my head and sigh again, balking up my soggy diaper and setting it aside before putting on the next one. No point cleaning up since I’ll be out of this diaper in no time and I can take a shower.
I peek my head out of the stall. Coast is clear. I walk out and toss my wet diaper in the trash can, then throw some paper towels over it before hustling back down the hall to my room. I peek into the door and see he is still out cold and snoring loudly. I slip inside.
The diaper certainly makes its presence known. Every step I make into my room elicits a loud crinkle now that the diaper is dry. I wince. I had a whole year of privacy in the dorms before Donovan followed me to college and no one caught me. I can do this.
As quietly as I can, I creep over to the bed and pull open the covers to slip inside. His snoring stops and I freeze halfway in. Then it starts again and I continue to gingerly enter the bed. This happens three times before I’m finally in position. When I am fully in I breathe a sigh of relief. I did it. The perfect crime.
“Nice try, ‘big’ bro.”
I jump about a foot and let out an involuntary yelp at his sudden comment.
“Ahh! Don’t do that! I thought you were sleeping.”
“I know you did. And what did you do? You broke the rules.”
“Why do you have to talk down to me like that? Ever since Mom and Dad made me wear to bed-“
“You mean wear your diapers to bed.”
“Whatever. You think that makes you the big brother. Well, I’m still older, you know. You should be listening to me.”
He grabs me as I try to get up and holds me there. I grunt but he’s too strong. It’s cause he started doing weightlifting and wrestling - because I always used to be able to beat him at it, I know it.
“Ngh, let me go, Donovan!”
“No way, bro. You need to learn. Mom and dad told me to keep an eye on you, just like before, and I can see you need it. Not only did you wet yourself and lose the bet, but you tried to hide it from your ‘big’ bro. You know what that means…”
“No, bro! Please!”
“Hey, you agreed to the rules. So as a punishment for breaking them and losing the bet, not only will I be putting you in diapers every night this week, but you’re going to wear that one till it’s fully and completely soaked. Oh, and before you try to say no, just know I have Mom and Dad on speed dial and I’ll be happy to tell them that you’re drinking and trying to take off your diapers. I’m sure they can send over your locking plastic pants and pajamas from high school.”
“You wouldn’t,” I say, balking at the threat.
“Try me, ‘little bro’. In fact, from now on that’s what we’re gonna tell people. You’re my little bro.”
I gulp, but try not to show I am intimidated.. “Fine. Whatever.”
“And you’ll be more respectful. Say yes big bro.”
“Yes big bro,” I mumble, after a moment’s hesitation.
“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes, big bro,” I say, in a normal voice, tinged with embarrassment. My face is blazing hot and most certainly red.
“Better,” he says, satisfied. “Now let’s get dressed for breakfast. The dining hall will open soon.”
“But what about a shower? I smell like piss!”
“Shoulda thought of that before trying to cheat. But you’re right, I’ll take a shower and then we can go.
I glower as he goes to the showers, rubbing his superiority in my face. Just cause he doesn’t have night time accidents. I might as well get dressed, so I find a pair of jeans. They’re too slim to fit over the night diaper, though. Frustrated I try my sweats, but the bulge is pretty obvious and they do nothing to cover up the crinkle. Finally I find a pair of baggy jeans that seem to do the trick. I’m dressed and waiting when my ‘big bro’ walks back in.
“What are you doing dressed?”
“Huh?”
“That’s big bro’s job, buddy. I pick your outfit today.”
“Not this again! We’re not in high school anymore, Donovan!” I say in frustration.
“And yet you still can’t dress yourself. It’s okay, baby bro. I’m here to help. Why don’t you wear your sweats instead.”
“But those-“
“Ah, ah, ah! That should be a ‘Yes big brother’ from you.”
I grumble. “Yes, big brother.”