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“Look here, little brother, you can do whatever you want to on your own time.  But when I have my best friends over, you have to keep your door closed.  Oh my god, I can’t believe you!  They all saw you, dressed in a giant diaper, humping a pillow!  They spent the whole night joking about how we should check in on you and make sure you didn’t need your diaper changed.  What the hell am I going to do with you?  Should I tell Mom about this?  No…I don’t think you’d want that.  Oh, what’s that?  You’ll do anything?  Anything?  Be careful what you ask for.  

“Okay, fine, I’ll tell you what.  You fill up that pathetic diaper you’re wearing and then you crawl into my bedroom.  I don’t care when you do it, but you’re going to do it.  Crawl into my room like a toddler, and you’re going to tell me that you had an accident in your diaper and you need me to change you.  Let’s see what my friends want to do with you then!”


This was a (very) short story originally published on my Tumblr. This version, with some light re-editing, is exclusive to my patrons.

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