Daily Free-Write March 29, 2020

Continuation of March 28, 2021, “Stupid Bet”

It had all started as a silly little wager.

Hunter had discovered some silly challenge online called the diaper challenge.

“Wow, that looks pretty hard,” said Hunter, grinning. “Look, these guys didn’t even get through half the pack!”

Nick scoffed.

“Psh. That’s easy! Back in high school I could go through half a pack in one night!”

“Oh… you use to wear diapers?” Hunter said, with a smug grin.

Nicky immediately turned red.

“I- uh… no. I did not.”

“Oh really?” said Hunter, raising an eyebrow. “Should we call up your parents and check?”

“No! It’s nothing! I was just… sometimes I wet the bed, okay? Used to wet the bed. I’m just sayin’ it’s a stupidly easy challenge is all.”

“You think it’s easy? Well, then let’s make a bet, diaper boy.”

And that is how Nicky ended up back in diapers full time, doubling down on his bet until Hunter had to put the diaper cases on autoship. For his part, Hunter was loving it. His plan to dominate and infantilize his boyfriend was going perfectly. Nicky never even noticed the subtle suggestions Hunter was constantly giving him to enjoy his diapers and wet them without a second’s thought.

Nicky was sure he still had a pack to go when Hunter gave him the good news, which is why he was surprised to find himself back in big boy pants after six months of peeing his pamps. It was also why in less than an hour he found himself on his back once more with his boyfriend wiping off his pissy butt and spreading his legs for yet another diaper. What Hunter knew and what Nicky didn’t was that Nicky had already made peeing his pants a reflex, something his body did automatically without any input from Nicky’s higher functioning mind.  Hunter just wanted to show Nicky just how far he had fallen and convince him that diapers were now more of a need than a choice.

“There, there,” said Hunter, consoling his poor boyfriend after the embarrassing trip to the corner store. “I know you wanted to wear your big boy pants to Mommy and Daddy’s house, but it just wasn’t in the cards, kiddo.”

Nicky whined. “But Hunter! I don’t wanna go back into Diapers!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie, you don’t have to. We’ll wash those pants and undies and try again tomorrow.”

“You promise I can go back into big boy undies after this?”

“Cross my heart. You won fair and square, so you don’t have to wear diapers anymore! This is just a precaution til’ you get used to using the potty for peepees again. I’m sure your parents will understand.”

*****

Oh, his parents understood alright. The moment Nicky’s mom opened the door and gave him a hug, her hand went down to feel the back of his pants.

“Mom! What are you doing?!”

“Settle down, sweetie. I was just making sure you didn’t need a change before dinner.”

“How did you know-”

“Oh, come on, sweetie, I could spot that diaper butt a mile away. Now are you wearing protection over those diapers? Should I get your rubber pants out of the garage?”

“No mom, don’t get the rubber pants out of the gara-”

“Oh yes I am. Do you know how hard it is to get pee out of the furniture?”

“Oh my god…” Nicky brought his fingers to his forehead, then turned to Hunter and punched him in the arm. “You said it wasn’t obvious!”

“Heyyy! Watch it, tiger,” said Nicky’s Dad, who had walked over to see what all the fuss was about. “You two had better come in before the neighbors think we’re having a fight.”

The two of them were welcomed in, with Nicky scowling and muttering to himself all the while.

“Now you keep your hands to yourself,” his mother chastised, “or you know what will happen.”

Nicky’s eyes went wide, and his mouth clamped shut.

“Hey, buddy,” said Nicky’s dad, giving Hunter a bear hug. “So good to finally meet you in person!”

“Thanks Mr. Winters,” said Hunter, returning the hug.

“Please. Call me Frank. None of this Mr. Winters bullcrap. Now hold on, let me get a look at you.”

Nicky’s Dad was a much larger, stronger looking man, and he was glad to see that Hunter was as well. He held Hunter at arm’s length, and then moved his hand down to squeeze the man’s sizeable biceps.

“Wow, look at those guns!” he said. “Glad my boy found someone that can keep him in line. He can be a real handful, that one. Especially when it comes to his you know what. You should have seen the fuss he put up whenever his mom or one of his brothers came to pad him up for the night.”

“Can we pleasechange the subject?” Nick asked, turning fire engine red as his parents and his boyfriend discussed his potty problems.

None of the adults paid him any mind as Hunter repeated the meet n’ greet process with Nicky’s mom.

“No, no. No more Mrs. Winters from you. You can just call me Judy, but I’d like it even more if you called me Mom,” she said, with a warm smile.

“Thanks, Mom,” Hunter said, sneaking a smug grin at Nicky, who was sulking off to the side. “What were you talking about back there, about what will happen if Nicky doesn’t keep his hands to himself?” asked Hunter.

“Oh, that. Let’s get his box of his things from the garage and we’ll show you.”

“Mom! No!” said Nicky, but Hunter and his Mom had already disappeared.

“Do you need a change, son?” asked his Dad, pulling down the back of Nicky’s waist band and giving his diaper the squish test.

“NO!” yelled Nicky, trying and failing to pull out of his Dad’s grip.

“Simmer down, kiddo. This is not how a grown man should be behaving. Now let’s go ahead and get those pants off so we can prep you for dinner. No point in wearing them in here anyway since we all know about your diapers.”

Nicky didn’t have a chance against his own Father. Soon, his shoes and pants were off, and he was left to sit on the living room carpet in just his hoodie and diaper, just like the good old days, as his father put it, when he had to go pantsless around the house so that his parents or any of his siblings could check and change him as needed.  It looked like he still was, and would forever remain, the baby of the family.