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.


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