Campfire [QH Archives] (Patreon)

“Truth or dare,” asked Zoe.

“Dare,” Martin responded. It was just the three of them sitting around the campfire now in the dead of night.

“It should be a good one,” Aimee said.

“Yeah,” chimed in Lisa. “He needs payback for making me run around in circles without my pants on.”

“A good one, eh?” Zoe mused. “What if…you had to…pee your pants.”

“What?” Martin practically shouted. “Hell no!”

“A dare is a dare!” Aimee said, “You have to!”

“Well, I’ll do just about anything. But I’m sure as hell not going to pee in my pants.”

“Don’t be a baby,” Zoe said. “Just pee your pants! Nobody else will know about it…we’re out here in the middle of the woods. Just pee yourself, and change into some new pants and you’re done! We’ll laugh at you a bit…but we were going to do that anyways.”

“I’m not a baby! I just don’t want to pee my pants!”

“Okay, okay,” Aimee said, thinking out loud, “I…I think I have a solution.”

“I’m listening,” Zoe said.

“Well…you called him a baby, right? And, like, what if…he was?”

“What?” Martin exhaled. “You’re making even less sense than Zoe!”

“No no, hear me out,” Aimee continued, “I brought this really big towel with me for the lake. And…like, we could make it into a diaper. And you could wear it and pee that.  And…ta-da! You pee your pants without ruining your own pants.”

“Oh. My. God,” Zoe said. “That’s such an amazing idea.

“I…I don’t know about that,” Martin said.

“Diaper! Diaper!” Aimee clapped her hands and chanted. “Oh come on! Just for us? It’s a dare! You have to do it!”

“Fine, fine,” he finally said. “I’ll do it. But after tonight, I never ever want to hear about this again. Do you understand?”

Zoe nodded with a wide smile, but Aimee had already disappeared into the tent, and in seconds had re-emerged with the towel. And, as promised, it was quite large.

“Do you know how to make that into a diaper?” asked Zoe.

“I think I can figure it out.”

“Look,” Martin said, “just give me the towel and I’ll figure it out.”

“Hell no,” Aimee replied. “We get one chance at this and I want to make sure its done right.”

“This is getting pretty ridiculous for a dare,” he mumbled.

“Look, it's going to be fun, I promise. Lie down now, and just let me do this.”

With an exaggerated sigh, he stood up, kicked some rocks out of the way, and got down onto the grass, first sitting down and then slowly onto his back. Aimee quickly latched onto his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers before tossing them to Zoe. Martin blushed furiously as his exposed manhood caught some of the night wind. He was hoping to get lucky somehow this weekend, but he didn’t think it would be while someone put a makeshift diaper on him.

Aimee, true to her word, had folded the towel into thirds lengthwise and opened the front and back, allowing just enough room to fasten around his waist after tucking it beneath his bottom. She realized she didn’t have anything to fasten the sides, but Zoe had come to the rescue, dropping some safety pins in her hand.

“Just some of the weird things I always have on me,” Zoe said with a shrug.

Aimee finished and the girls stepped back, allowing Martin to stand up in front of them. As he stood there in just a makeshift terry cloth diaper and t-shirt, the girls erupted in a chorus of giggles and “awwwws”.

“Laugh it up,” he muttered.

“Oh, he’s such a cute baby!” Zoe cooed.

“He really is. Now, be a good baby and do your little pee-pee.”

“Y-you’re lucky that I had to take a piss anyways,” he said. “Otherwise, we’d have been waiting all night.”

“Yeah yeah, just do it,” Aimee said.

A look of concentration came over Martin’s face. Clearly, 20-some years of being conditioned to use a toilet was making this harder than it needed to be. But in a single moment, a look of relief came over his face as the front of the terry cloth towel began to wet.

“Oh my god…you’re doing it,” Zoe exclaimed.

“He needs those plastic pants…”

It was an accurate observation. The “diaper” immediately soaked through, and a small stream piddled out from the bottom of it, landing on the ground beneath him. Even in the campfire light, it was obvious just how brightly he was blushing.

“Can…can I take this off now?” he pleaded when he was done.

“So soon?” Aimee shrugged. “I don’t know. Zoe, were you done with the baby?”

“I kind of wanted to feed him,” she said, running a hand down her chest.

“That perfect then. Because I wanted to try paddling the baby’s bottom, too.  Any objections?”

“I…uhm…” Martin thought carefully and then said: “No. I’ll be your baby.”