Published: March 3rd 2023, 7:01:40 am
The whole walk to the dining center I am self conscious of the bulge around my waist and the loud crinkle I make with every step. Not only that but my ‘big bro’ insists on holding my hand. I hope we don’t run into anyone I know.
The dining center is mostly quiet when we walk in seeing how early it is.
“Alright buddy, let’s sit right here,” he says, pointing to a table in clear view of the entrance.
“But that’s right where everyone will see!”
“And it would be a shame if you lost those pants where everyone could see, wouldn’t it?” He says, hooking a thumb in my waistband.
“No, please don’t!” I say, and quickly hurry over to the table like a good boy.
“Much better. You wait there and be good. Your big bro is gonna get us our breakfast.”
I cringe and look around to see if anyone heard that but it’s pretty sparsely populated at the moment and no one seems to take note. I watch my big brother strut away. This is bad. His first week here and it’s like we’re right back to high school. Is he going to ruin my mojo with the girls again too? I hope not. But definitely not gonna have any over this week while I’m in padding at night.
Donovan comes back with three tall glasses of orange juice Drinks lots of drinks
“Drink up! It’s got lots of vitamins!”
“But that’s so much an I’ll have to pee so much
The sooner you wet your diapers the sooner you can be out of them. Or do you want to wear your diapers all day?”
“Shh! Not so loud with the ‘D’ word!” He smirks. “Then stop talking back and drink like a good boy. Or do I have to get you a sippy cup instead?”
“No,” I say, pouting. He has me beat.
“You’re going to finish these all before I get back.”
I blush furiously as I pound down the drinks, watching him walk away to get us breakfast.
I manage to quaff down all three glasses only for him to bring more with my heaping helping of eggs and pancakes. Halfway through breakfast, I'm already doing the potty dance.
"You okay, little bro?" asks Donovan. "Looks like you have to go potty pretty bad!"
"Shut up," I harshly whisper. He gives me a stern look.
"You shouldn't hold it. Just let it go. It'll be easier for you if you do."
"Not right here in front of everybody," I say, now putting pressure between my legs to hopefully prevent myself from having a big accident. He clears his throat and I cow my head.
“….yes, big bro.”
It only takes a few seconds after I stop clenching and holding my crotch before the pee is freely flowing into my diaper. A hot gush of piss warming it up and making it swell all around my crotch. I actually moan in relief. And of course that's exactly when I hear a voice beside us.
"Hey, guys! What's up! Whoa, you okay, Rick?"
I gasp and clench up involuntarily. It had to be Becky. And now of all times.
"I-I'm fine," I manage to stammer out.
"Oh, hey Becky," says Donovan. Want to join us?" He's looking at me with an evil grin. He knows she's my crush. I glare back at him and think the words 'Don't do it' as loudly as I can, hoping he heeds my warning. Donovan always had a nasty habit of embarrassing me in front of girls I liked and then dating them just to belittle me. He used to say I wasn't ready to date yet, but he'd teach me when I'm 'old' enough. Why should now be any different?
"I'd love to," says Becky, and Donovan pulls the chair closer to him him so she sits down right next to him.
"I finished breakfast," I say, staring down at my plate and trying not to look at them.
"No you haven't. Look, there's still eggs left on your plate," says Donovan. "You know better than to leave eggs on your plate."
"Wow, Donovan, and I thought you were the little brother," giggles Becky.
"Is that what he told you?" asks Donovan, scoffing. "Tell her, Rick."
"Do I have to?" I ask, in a plaintive voice.
"Come on, bud. We talked about this already. Go on and tell her or do I have to-"
"He's my big brother," I blurt out, not wanting to find out just what he's willing to do if I step out of line. Probably pants me in front of the whole cafeteria. Becky just giggles harder.
"I see. Well, you two certainly seem to have that established."
Just then, more friends spot us and join us for breakfast and pretty soon we're surrounded by people we know talking and chatting. I finally finish my plate of eggs and make to stand up but then I freeze. I can feel the weight of my soggy diaper tugging down on my sweatpants before my butt even leaves the chair, and I park it. There's no way I'm standing up in this state. Panicked, I look down and see a very obvious diaper bulge in my sweats. This is the worst case scenario times one hundred. I don't even know if my sweats or my diaper will stay up if I try to stand.
"What's a matter, little Dicky?" asks Donovan. "You want seconds?"
"N-no, I'm good. And don't call me that. I hate that name," I say, unable to meet his eye.
"I think it's cute," says our triend Tony, ruffling my hair. "Little Dicky. That one could stick!"
"Please no," I say, but the laughter at the table tells me that this is probably going to be my nickname from now on. Again. It's all in good fun, and none of them are trying to be malicious, well, except maybe my big little bro.
"You know how he got that nickname right?" asks Donovan.
"From when he was little?" asks Tony.
"No, man..." Donovan hangs his wrist limp and lets his index finger dangle. "Cause he's about yea big down there."
"You're kidding!" everyone is laughing up a storm, and I hope nobody takes him seriously. I would bury myself in my phone but I'd probably get that taken away too if I did, so I just sit there and try to ignore the ribbing until I zone out.
"Hey little Dicky," says Donovan, arousing me from my daydreams. "Could you get me a drink?"
My jaw drops and my face goes white as he says that.
"I-I... can't you get it yourself?"
"Come on, man," he says. "You don't even have any food left, it's not like you're busy doing anything else."
"But I-"
"Dicky," he says, giving me a warning look. "I guess you're just going to stay in those gym clothes all day too then, huh?"
I realize what he's saying. If I don't get him a drink, he won't let me change. And he did say I couldn't get out of them until he took me out of them. Which means I'd have an embarrassing leak at some point for sure. There's no winning this. I just have to get up and grab the drink. I'll make it quick. I stand up and quickly move toward the drink fountain.
"Whoa, little Dicky!" says Tony, and I immediately cringe. "What is that?" I look back slowly, afraid of what I might see. Yup. He's pointing to my butt.
"Did you take a dump in your pants my dude?" says Zeke.
"No, I- I-" I hurry off and go right past the drink fountain to the back exit. I keep going long after the laughter is lost in the distance. I go all the way back to my room and tear off the diaper and trash it. I'm crying in frustration and anger as I toss it in the bin, and I'm still shaking as I stand under the shower. I'm so done with this stupid betting game. I don't know why I went along with it as long as I did. He's my kid brother for goodness sake. I shouldn't be intimidated by him. Even if he is technically bigger and stronger than me. The water stings as I wash between my legs, down toward my behind. Aww crap. I feel it. I'm getting a diaper rash cause I didn't clean up properly this morning. I forgot about these - they suck! I better start getting more razors and staying shaved down there if I'm really gonna wear the whole week. No, I'm done with this shit. I'll tell him when I see him. The week of diapers is off.
But when I get back to my room I don't feel so brave. Especially when I see Donovan waiting for me and looking none too pleased. I cave immediately and open my mouth to apologize, already ashamed of my weakness.
"I'm sorry," he says, before I manage to. "I guess I took things a little far, huh?"
I'm stunned. He's actually apologizing? A weak, "Yeah," is all I can manage in response.
"My bad, bro. I shouldn't have done that. Hug it out?" He opens his arms, and I reluctantly go to hug him back. An awkward truce is better than anything I could have hoped for, so I'll take it.
"Yeah, sure. Let's hug it out."