It wasn't fair that I had to babysit my kid brother, Alex, and his dorky friend, Gray.   I might be older than them, but it doesn't mean I want to watch them.  They always want to do dumb stuff.  And here they come . . .

	His dragon friend looked ridiculous in his childish clothing.  I rolled my eyes as I saw the telltale sign of plastic peeking out from his shorts.  I can't believe he still needed night-time diapers at his age.  12-year-olds shouldn't need diapers.  Why in the world an overgrown dragon like him wanted to hang out with an 8-year-old wolf cub is beyond me.  Probably because it didn't make him feel like a baby.  My brother occassionally had accidents, too.

	I let the two in and then locked the door behind them.  Our parents were out of the house, so I 'had to watch them.'  They asked me if I wanted to play games with them, to which I just shook my head in disappointment.  I wasn't like Gray.  I had no interest in hanging out with kids as a high-schooler.

	I'd gone to living room to play this video game that I'd just bought recently.  Guns, blood and gore.  It was everything that I loved to play.  It was amazing!  The graphics...the gameplay.  I can't believe I was finally getting to play.

	About 30 minutes in, I felt a tug at my pants.  Alex was standing there with his dragon friend close behind, "we want to watch tv."  

	I cast him an annoyed glance.  "No way.  I just started playing."

	He huffed at me and took a look at the game.  "Hey...Dad said you weren't allowed to play this game.  It's too old for you."

	I just glared at him.  "All my friends play this game.  They're the same age."

	"But dad said..."

	"I don't care."

	Alex was pouting, now.  "I'm going to tell Dad!"

	I snarled at him with as intimidating a growl as I could muster.  Then, my eyes shot wide.  He had a cell phone.  "Where did you get that?"

	"It's Gray's.  His mom made him take it with him, just in case.  I'll call Dad and tell him that you're playing that bad game."

	"Wait, no!" I interrupted, reaching for the phone, but Gray grabbed it first.  "Fine.  You can have the tv."

	Gray shook his head.  "Nope.  We want you to play with us."

	"What!?  No way.  You guys are little kids." I asserted, scoffing.  As he picked up the phone, I relented, "fine.  What do you want to play?"

	Alex and Gray whispered into each others' ears and Alex said, "Truth or Dare!"

	I breathed out a sigh of contempt.  Oh yay.  A game meant for girls' slumber parties.  "Okay...let's do this, I guess."

	They both cheered and the coffee table was cleared.  Gray put a little box on the counter that looked fairly odd.  "Put your paws on it," he instructed, placing his oversize dragon talon directly on top of it.

	"I thought we were playing truth or dare, not a seance," I snickered as I placed my paw on top of theirs.

	"Nope!  It's to make sure you tell the truth or that you don't back out of dares.  Okay.  Looks like I'm first...hmmmm, truth!"

	I smiled smugly as I asked him, "do you hang out with my brother because you both wear diapers?"

	He looked very ashamed at that.  Mildly hurt, even.  "No.  I like Alex.  He's nice."

	The box binged and glowed green for half a second and Gray instructed Alex that it was now his turn.  "Hmmm...Dare!"

	Gray was about to speak when I interrupted him, "I dare you not to tell our parents about the video game."

	"What!  No fair!" Alex pouted as the box binged and turned green once more.  "Hey!  Where are you going?"

	I stood up and started walking away "I'm done now.  You can't tell Mom and Dad or you'll break the dare.  You're the one who wanted to play, so it's fine now.  I played."

	"You can't go," Gray said, "it's your turn."

	"I already told you.  I'm done playing.  You can pass me and now you two can play.  I'll go back to my video games."

	"That's not how it works!" Gray fumed.  "But since you passed, I guess that means you're taking the dare!  I dare you to wear diapers all night!"

	I laughed.  "And why would I do that?  Just because you are doesn't mean I need to make you feel better or whatever."

	Gray furrowed his brow at me.  "Okay.  You won't like what happens next."

	"Is that a threat?" I asked as the cube binged red several times and finally let out a blare.  "Shut that thing off," I commanded.  When neither of them moved to do so, I walked towards it and picked it up.  Only...it had disappeared.  Strange.  Whatever.  

	Alex and Gray were whispering to each other and when they stopped, Gray reiterated, "I dare you to wear diapers all night."

	"No way!" I declared.  Suddenly, my legs were swept out from underneath me.  I felt a strange sensation as my jeans seemed to poof out.  "What just happened?"

	Alex then cried out, "I dare you to take off your big boy clothes!"

	I started to get up when I felt a draft around my chest...my legs...everywhere except my crotch.  When I looked down, I noticed what had happened.  I was wearing nothing but a poofy thick diaper.  "What did you do?"

	Gray smiled at me and looked to Alex, giggling.  "You passed your turn and didn't do your dare.  Everyone knows that means you have to do 3 dares from every player, now!  Even cubs know that."

	I growled at him.  That didn't explain how my clothes had teleported away and a diaper had teleported onto me.  "Hahaha.  Very funny.  At least I don't need these diapers, unlike you."

	Gray frowned and a puff of steam came through his nostrils in what appeared to be anger.  "Fine!  I dare you to use your diaper!"

	A tell-tale hiss silenced any protest that would've formed in my mind.  The blue stripe down the middle of the diaper quickly disappeared as it sagged and yellowed before their eyes.  My ears flattened and I tried my best to cover the garment with my paws.

	"Did he just...wet himself?" Alex asked.  He walked closer to me.  I couldn't resist.  The stream was still going.  As I tried to step back, the awkwardness of peeing and the thickness of the diaper made me fall onto my butt with a thud.  His paw found its way to the front of my diaper and it pressed down.  "He's totally peeing himself!  And he's awake!  Looks like my big bro needs diapers way more than we do!"

	I whimpered as the flow started to ebb.  As soon as it did, I'd have to book it.  I had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't let them add any more dares.

	"It's your turn to dare him, Alex," Gray suggested nudging the cub forward towards me.

	The pup's face scrunched in thought.  I got up to leave, although a bit awkwardly with the thick mass between my legs.  I turned around to bolt to my room and he said, "I dare you to crawl like a baby!"

	I immediately fell onto my paws as I noticed four new additions.  Four little booties had magically teleported onto my hands and feet, making it nearly impossible to do anything but slowly crawl forward.  Whining and not wanting any further punishments, I started crawling towards my room.

	Gray had other ideas.  He called to me, "I dare you to sit on my lap and drink a baba!"  

	"No!" I thought as some invisible force carried me through the air onto his waiting lap on the couch and a baby bottle full of milk materialized into my maw.  I did my best to force the nipple out of my mouth but the milk just kept coming.  There seemed to be an infinite supply of it flowing around my cheeks, making a mess all over me.  The bottle wasn't getting any emptier.  Then I accidentally swallowed and the tiniest amount faded from the top of the bottle.  I didn't have a choice...Reluctantly, I began to nurse on the nipple of the baby bottle, taking small bits with every single suckle.  The worst part was that I couldn't move.  Milk had splattered all down my stomach, making a mess all over me.  And Gray was loving it.  He was patting my butt, making the diaper crinkle and squish to remind me of the embarrassing garment.  

	After a full three minutes, I'd finally drained the contents from the bottle.  I rolled off his lap as soon I felt control again, only to hear another command from Alex.  "I dare you to...tell Dad what you did!"

	I was whimpering and whining as the phone slowly made its way closer to me and started ringing.  I tried to outpace it with my crawling, but some mysterious force kept me from getting away.  A gruff canine voice picked up the line, seconds later, "Who is this?  Daniel?  Is that you?  Why are you whimpering?  Are you okay?"

	Against my wishes, I started to speak, "yes...I'm calling on Gray's phone.  I need to tell you...I played that game you told me not to."

	I heard an argument between my parents for a brief moment and then the phone clicked.  I was screwed.  They were done, now, though.  That was 3 each.  I could get away from whatever happened.  Desperately, I crawled to my room, much to the delight of the two onlookers.  I heard them talking as I left and felt relief that they were going to leave me alone.  The crawl was arduous with the bulky weight between my thighs and the booties hindering any coordination I might have, but I finally made it.

	"It's your turn again." Alex said, at the threshold of the door.  "Truth or Dare?"

	"Nooooo!" I groaned, "I don't want to play anymore."

	"Is that another pass?" Gray asked.

	"No! No!" I quickly corrected, "Truth."

	Alex giggled.  "Tell Gray the last time you peed yourself before tonight!"

	My gut sank.  Did he know?  My mouth moved on his own, "a month ago..."

	The dragon laughed boisterously.  "Aren't you like 17 or something?  How often do you wet yourself?"

	I didn't want to answer, but apparently I was still compelled to speak the truth, "at least once a month..."

	The dragon's laughs grew louder.  "And you said that we needed diapers.  Alex and I don't even wet that often.  How come you don't have to wear diapers?"

	I whined, "Mom and Dad don't know.  I blame the smell on Alex because we share a room and then I dip his paw in warm water so he wets his bed.  It doesn't always work, though."

	Alex didn't look happy about the confession, but Gray was bawling his eyes out with laughter.  "Did you get that?" the cub asked.

	"Uh-huh!  Every last word." Gray declared between chuckles as he pressed a button on his phone.

	"Wait...what!?" I asked, realizing that he had just recorded everything.  "No, please!  You can't show that to Mom and Dad!"

	Alex went into the other room for a moment.  I was dreading what would happen when he came back.  I was helpless in my current state.  Surprisingly, what he held in his paws was my pants.  I didn't even have time to contemplate what he was doing as he threw them onto my stomach and started pulling down his own pants.  I was only confused for a moment until he started pissing all over the front of my pants, leaking down onto me and into the diaper.  

	As if this moment couldn't get any worse, the door slammed and I heard the stamping of footsteps.  Alex was quick to pull his pants back up, ending the stream abruptly.  I wanted to hide, but where would I?  I couldn't even run away.  I just lowered my ears in shame as my father was standing above me, irate, but confused.  "What is this?" he growled.  "Why are you in a diaper!?  Why are your pants wet!?  Did you piss yourself!?"

	"Tell him what you told us," Gray said, surprisingly calm.

	"I've been wetting the bed and blaming it on Alex by putting his paw in warm water."

	"WHAT?" he yelled, growling, "For how long?"

	I whimpered as I had to answer, "3 years..."

	The large wolf breathed a deep sigh to calm himself as he looked to Alex, "is that why he's in a diaper?  Did you tell him to do this?"

	"No.  We were playing truth or dare and he wet himself.  Gray had diapers so we put one on him, but now he's wet again."

	I wanted to explain myself.  I wanted to tell him that some weird magic force was causing me to wet the diaper, but I'd just admitted that I'd blamed my bedwetting on Alex.  Nothing that Alex was saying was technically a lie, either...it was just misleading.

	"I'm disappointed in you, son.  Disobeying me and blaming your bedwetting on your little brother.  I think grounding you isn't a severe enough punishment.  Alex?"

	"Yeah, Dad?" he asked, his tail wagging.

	"No need to wear diapers anymore for you.  I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time with them.  From now on, though, I need help with putting your brother in them.  Okay?"

	"Okay, Dad!" the little punk said, beaming at the turnaround.

	"Gray, do you mind sparing a few more diapers?  It looks like we have a heavy wetter on our hands, and I'll need a few until I can get him some proper diapers.  He's going to be wearing them for a long LONG time."

	Gray just grinned and winked at me, "No problem, sir."