The Bet Summary: Two siblings make a bet after seeing a Goodnites commercial Matt and his sister Anne were watching T.V. when a commercial for Goodnites came on. "I don't see what the big deal is," Matt said, "So what, the kid pisses himself, no biggie." "I'd like to see you wear a diaper. I bet you couldn't last a day in one." "I'll take your bet. So what're the rules?" "Okay, tonight I'll buy a pack and you'll wear them from when you go to bed tonight to when you wake up the day after tomorrow. You have to use the diaper for a toilet. If you need to go, do it. Don't hold it in. If you lose the bet, you wear them for the next week. If you win, I'll do your chores for the next week." "You're on." Their parents were on vacation for the next week, so Matt, age 14, and Anne, age 17, had no worries about the parents finding out. It was a little after ten. Anne pulled up to the grocery store in her car and the two walked inside. "17 pairs should be fine, eh?" she asked. The pair looked quite out of place in the diaper aisle, but very few people were there so it didn't matter. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay, let's go to the checkout," she said to her brother. Matt had secretly been praying that whoever the cashier was, he didn't and wouldn't ever know him or her. They got to the counter and he fortunately did not know the girl. He had seen her before, but she definitely didn't recognize him. "Is this all?" she asked them, staring confused at the package. "Yes," she said, and she recognized the cashier's expression, which inspired her to add, "They're for him. He has problems holding it, you know?" Matt had turned around before she got a chance to see his face but she knew he was embarrassed, which was the point. She really wanted to win. They bought the pack and Matt walked towards the door but she stopped him. "Hold on," she said to him calmly, "What would it cost for you to put it on now?" "Now? Like right here?" "Yes now, but not here. In the bathroom." They walked into the ladies' room, much to the dismay of Matt, and she closed the door and he dropped his shorts and boxers and stepped into the diaper Anne had pulled out. "Care to try it out?" "I guess," he said as he relaxed and emptied his bladder. Much to both of their surprises, the diaper began to swell a bit in the crotch. His pants fit a little more snug when put back on, and it was obvious he wasn't wearing conventional underwear. They then went out for Cokes and went home. Matt was standing in the middle of the family room. He felt the sudden urge to pee, so he did, thinking nothing of it. He looked down to see his diaper getting bigger. Worried that it would get to be too big, he tried to stop peeing, but it just kept going and the diaper just kept getting bigger. His pants tore off and the diaper was about a foot thick now. He tried to waddle to the bathroom. The weight of his diaper slowed him down quite a bit. He tried to rush up the stairs, but his burden made things very difficult. When he got to the top, his diaper had gotten so big it was dragging on the ground. He dragged himself and the diaper to the bathroom but the diaper was too big to fit through the door. Surely this is a dream, he thought. Now his legs didn't even touch the ground. The diaper started to tear, and water began to leak out. The tear quite suddenly engulfed the entire diaper and water rushed out faster than a river rapid. The force of the wave threw him forward and- he awoke safely on his bed. He needed to pee. After regaining his sense, he realized he really had nothing to fear, he let it go. He got downstairs and saw breakfast waiting for him. His sister had made eggs, toast, cereal and orange juice. Tainted eggs, toast, cereal and orange juice, that is. Feeling quite hungry, he unwittingly played straight into her plan. "We're going downtown today. Go shopping, go out for lunch, see a movie, the usual," said Anne, "Sound good?" "Sure." Now the two were in a clothing store. Matt's diaper had been replaced after breakfast. But the urge to pee he had gotten in the car was getting stronger. Fifteen minutes later, he simply couldn't hold it in any longer. In fact, holding it in was becoming incredibly painful. He honestly didn't know why he was still holding-- but then Matt felt something; relief. He was peeing himself without trying to, and it was a long pee. There was a considerable bulge but it didn't matter, he felt much better. At the next store, Anne gave him a pair of jeans to try on. He went into the dressing room and pulled down his pants and stepped into the jeans. He pulled them up but couldn't zip or button them, but he thought nothing of it. He did, however, think something of the other pair �his pair that he already owned- not fitting. What can I do? He thought, Anne is in another dressing room, so she can't help me. I can't just go the rest of the day without pants, either. Wait! I could reverse the Goodnite! He was of an awkward shape; he had a considerably smaller rear than most boys his age, so the seat of his pants was usually kind of big on him. Fortunately for him, his plan worked, though the pee-soaked material was pretty uncomfortable on his rear, and his butt looked bigger. The solution was only temporary, because Anne quickly let him change into a fresh one. The two siblings were now eating at a fast food restaurant. Matt put down his burger, washed it down quickly with a Coke and leaned over to his sister. "I need to take a crap." "And you're telling me this� why?" "Well, I need to go to the little boys' room to do it, and it's always good to tell people where you're going so they don't worry." "So you're going to lose the bet halfway through? Just gonna give up?" "Wait, I have to shit in the diaper too?" "You catch on quickly!" Matt unwisely decided to hold it in. This decision came back to haunt him at the movie theater. As they walked into the empty auditorium (The movie was a month or so old.), Matt could feel the rumbling getting much worse. He was walking down the aisle to where his sister was sitting when he just couldn't take it anymore. He squatted down and let out a huge load in his diaper. He also took a leak, which added to his already quite-noticeable bulge. It was incredibly obvious he was wearing a diaper. He sat down next to her, which was marked by a revolting squish, and the movie started. Every once in a while, he would get the urge to fart, but it would turn out to be another bowl movement. Anne's disgust from these moments were his revenge. After he was once again granted a fresh diaper, he was on number four. It was now late afternoon. Anne had stopped by Target to chat with a friend who worked there. The two then looked around for a bit, checking out CD's and DVD's they wanted to buy. Then Anne bumped into another customer, which sparked a brilliant idea. "Five bucks if you let him know you're wearing a diaper." "Okay," he whispered, "Anne, I need to go to the bathroom!" His voice was now a tad louder than usual. He also winked at his sister. "Well, go then!" He paused for a number of seconds, and then let out a big sigh. "That feels much better." The man looked slightly confused. "Oh, I'm wearing a diaper, so, you know, I don't use the same bathroom as everyone else." The man walked away quickly and disgusted. "Uh-oh," said Anne, "You leaked." Indeed he did. His crotch was completely soaked, and most of the top of his pants was wet. They hurried to the restrooms. She threw away his old diaper, handed him a new one and hung the pants over one of the walls of the handicapped stall they had occupied. "I'll be right back," she said. She returned about thirty seconds later with a plastic bag to put the pants in. "You couldn't have gotten a replacement pair?" "Oh, come on, it's not like you know anyone here. We live two towns over, so everyone you know is two towns over. It can't be embarrassing if you don't know these people." So he walked out to the car with no pants to conceal his diaper. "I think you earned ten bucks, not five." "Ha-ha, very funny. Now give me the ten bucks." The rest of the day was uneventful. The next morning, however, was rather shocking for both of them. Anne woke up her brother quite impatiently. "That's disgusting. You kept going in it even when it was full. You have to clean it up." "Wha- aw, sick! There's shit and piss everywhere!" His diaper had overflowed considerably while he was sleeping. "So this was an accident?" "Of course!" Anne felt a sudden swell of guilt; she knew she was responsible for it by giving him laxatives. So they both helped clean him up and then decided that it was for the better to keep him diapered. They then called their parents and explained everything. Mom and dad were much more understanding than expected. Anne spent the remaining 8 weeks of the summer helping him regain continence. They were, for the most part, successful. Most days only saw one accident, or maybe even none if they were lucky, but then some days saw three or four. Right before school started back up again, he was down to two or three a week. He would wear Goodnites to school, just in case, but they were rarely used so no one ever found out. Nights, however, were another story altogether. He messed the bed until he graduated, wet until halfway through college and wasn't completely dry until almost ten years later.