Standing on the porch, she jiggles her key in the lock. “Fuck, it’s not working.” Her leg is shifting on the ground, too.
“What’s taking you so long?” Why is he always so damn impatient?
“It’s not me; it’s the stupid key. And I reallyy have to pee right now, fuck.”
“You’re wearing protection, though, right?”
“Yeah but…” The key finally turns in the lock and she pushes the door open, just as… “Fuck. I just flooded.”
He follows her through the door and she kicks her shoes off, looking down to asses the damage. Her pants are totally soaked down her thighs.
“Skill issue,” he says. “I never flood.” He crosses the room and sits down on the couch, picking his switch up off the coffee table.
“Yeah, and I don’t wet the bed every night…” she says, quietly enough that he can’t hear her. She goes to the bathroom, pulling off her pants and peeling the wet pull-up away from her skin. “Are you going to help me?” she calls out to the living room.
She rinses off in the shower and goes to the bedroom to get her pajama pants on. When she comes back out to the living room, he’s engrossed in his video game.
She sits down next to him and switches on the TV.
“Noo,” he whines. “Too loud. You’re distracting me.”
“You know,” she says, turning up the volume, but speaking louder, too, so that he can still hear her. “I don’t really appreciate getting lip from someone who still wears diapers.”
He’s pretending to focus on his game, but she watches a pink blush crawling up his cheeks. She turns the TV off.
“That’s what you want, right? To get me to bully you.”
“Fuck,” he says, setting the switch back down on the coffee table. “I lost. You messed me up!”
“Uh-huh…I messed you up? I don’t think it’s all my fault. I was getting quite a bit of a reaction out of you.”
He folds his legs up on the couch and glances at her sidelong.
“I was saying,” she says, reaching out and grabbing his arm and pulling him towards her. “I don’t really appreciate getting lip from someone who wets the bed every night.”
“Okay, fine. Almost every night.”
“No, last week I had two—“
“Two nights in a row? That you were dry in the morning? Woww. Good for you. Congratulations.” She pulls his waistband up from under his pants, and he gasps at the sudden tension in his crotch.
“Somebody wearing big diapers like this making fun of me! ‘I don’t flood,’” she says in a mocking voice. “You wouldn’t notice if you did! This big diaper catches all of it! I bet you didn’t even notice last time you wet!” She tugs at his waistband again.
His hands go up over his face.
“Somebody who’s going to be on my lap later, pushing out a big mess into his diaper…”
He squirms away from her. “Maybe I won’t tonight! Maybe I’m going to go to the toilet and you can sit on the couch and have your stupid lap to yourself!” He sticks out his tongue at her.
“Oh, no, no, no,” she admonishes, grabbing his arm and yanking it into a half nelson.
“I’m sorry!! I’m really sorry.” He taps his free hand on the couch. “Uncle! Uncle! I’m tapping out!” She lets him go and he massages his arm. “Owie,” he says again.
“Are you going to be good now?” she asks, pulling him onto her lap. He rests his head on her shoulder.
“Yes. I’m a good boy now.”
She rubs his back. “Let me check that diaper.”
“It’s wet,” he says quietly.
“Thought so. You always get so much more cranky when your diaper is dirty.”
He sits up on her lap and she undoes his pants.
“Not dirty like poop,” he says, watching as she squeezes the front of his diaper.
“Do you need to do that, too?”
“Okay,” she says, pulling him close to her again. “Since you’re a good boy now, you can do it on my lap. Whenever you’re ready, honey.” She strokes down his back. “Do you need a pillow or a hand to hold?”
Without speaking, he laces his fingers with hers. Just a few seconds later he squeezes her hand, hard.
“Are you pushing? Don’t strain, baby, just relax. Ohh, there you go. Good job, honey. I won’t make fun of you anymore if you’re this good all evening.” She kisses his cheek.
“I’m good now,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry I was being so bad earlier.”
“All is forgiven.” She kisses him again.
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