As she leaned over you, you couldn’t help but feel like a a zebra pinned down by a lioness. She had you. There was no chance of escape.
You’ve been “frenemies” with her since 5th grade. She never forgave you for “ruining” her birthday party that year when you tripped and knocked over her cake. You were about to pay for that juvenile transgression.
She walked in on you mid-diaper change. It was a secret you’d kept from everyone for two years. Nobody had any idea about your incontinence or your diapers. Until now.
“Don’t get up,” she demanded as soon as she saw you. You’d frantically tried to cover yourself and get out without her seeing anything.
She walked straight over to you, standing between your legs, bending over to eye level. “I’ll take it from here,” she said, her tone dripping with derision and authority.
“You don’t need to talk,” she snarled as you tried to open your mouth, “it’s far too late for that.”
“But diapers?!? I never expected something this pathetic. But I can work with diapers,” she says as she finishes wiping you down and grabs the spare diaper you laid out, “I think this…situation…will do just fine.”
“Obviously you’re going to end your little flirtation with Amanda,” she said icily, “I won’t let my best friend be tricked by some diaper boy.”
“Now, here’s the deal, diaper boy, I’ll keep your sad little diapers here a secret, but I expect something in return. I want your dignity. I want every ounce of self-respect you have.”
“I want you to beg me for diaper changes. I want to see you toddle around in nothing but a diaper, just for my entertainment. I want you to hump your soggy diapers as I humiliate you. I want to see the humiliation plastered over your face, while you thrust against your diaper.”
“I want you to hate me, to hate the situation. To be repulsed by what you’re doing. But to keep humping your diaper anyway. I want you do do it until you reach the most pathetic orgasm in your life. I want to look you in the eyes right after, I want to see the shame of your actions on your face.”
“I want to be the one that changes that diaper. I want you to beg me to do it. And when you’re in a nice, clean diaper, I want you to thank me for it.”
“Can you do that for me? Or do you want me to out you as a diaper boy to the whole group? No? That’s what I thought. Now, let’s go get you some beer. Need to get that diaper nice and full.”