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Michael groans when he sees Justin coming towards him with one of the boys from the cashier and he just knows this isn't going to end happily for him. He swears to never go anywhere with Justin again, no matter what he threatens to do. Once they're at the car, Michael is wondering if Justin has decided to give him a rest for now, not having said or done anything yet, but he barely manages the thought before Justin is pulling off his pants

While Carson is out of the room, Jesse makes himself comfortable on his chair and googles for ways to make someone wet themselves in their sleep, grinning the whole time as he imagines Carson's reaction to waking up tomorrow in a wet bed. The image is enough to put Jesse in a better mood already, but as he goes through the links that came up, he can't find anything that sounds foolproof. There is something that comes up that he knows will help though, and while it isn't exactly what he was looking for, he decides to go with the idea anyway. He hears his mother and Carson stop talking, and footsteps approach his room, so he closes the google search and settles down to do his homework so he won't have to think about them during the weekend.

Emily laughed at him, taking back her hand from James' crotch once she felt the diaper being dry still. She pinched his cheek, cooing at how absolutely adorable he was in his barbie shirt and pink diapers.

Ame

Michael grits his teeth at the answer he receives and as the pacifier is put into his mouth, he spits it out immediately and unclips it from his shirt, squeezing it in his fist as he follows Justin, but doesn't say anything. He can fight the boy about it later. Yelping quietly when Justin pulls back his shirt, the diapers he's wearing now peeking out from under his pants, further up his waist than the jeans, Michael quickly pulls his shirt back down and glares at Justin, glancing around in embarrassment when he hears people laugh at him. "Can you just please not be so loud?", he snaps at him, though he knows Justin is doing it on purpose, "Like I said, you've tortured me enough to make up ten times for the teasing earlier." He glares at the diapers Justin picked, almost asking him to pick ones with less babyish designs on them, but then realizing that should he say something, Justin would either make another wiseass remark or embarrass him further, so he goes along with it with a heavy sigh. Once they get to the check out, Michael drops the pacifier in his hand into the cart and quickly slips past the cashier, leaving Justin behind to pay. He knew the younger boy would say or do

Jesse keeps texting his friends for the whole ride home, to avoid having to talk to the boy next to him. When they get home, he leads Carson into his room, pointing to the extra bed to imply that it's the place where he'll be sleeping and drops his own schoolbag next to the table in his room. He gives Carson a look and pulls out the chair to his working table, plopping down on it and opening his laptop. "Just... don't touch my laptop and don't break anything, yeah?", he says, not even looking at Carson while he waits for his computer to start up and then puts in the password, then adds as an afterthought, "And clean up after yourself."

The trip to the store seems to go better than Michael expected so far, with him receiving less looks than he had thought he would. Michael is feeling self-conscious, not only about the wet patch on his pants, but also about the diaper that Justin forced him into

Jesse is more than pissed at having to share his room with the annoying kid who was Whitney's boyfriend. He honestly does not see what his sister ever found

Michael sighs and looks at him for a moment, knowing he can't do anything to change his mind about this. He actually considers climbing in the cart for a moment, that way it would be harder for people to see the stain on his pants. He can't really understand why Justin is so adamant about this, when he has already humiliated Michael enough to make up for what little teasing Michael put him through earlier. It really isn't fair, he thought, but got up from his seat with a resigned mumble, "Fine. Let's go then. But promise to make it quick, okay?"

Michael wipes away the tears from his eyes again and tries to glare at Justin, though the effect is somewhat ruined by the chocked sobs that he's still making. He knows Justin will go through with the threat, and that he very well can with how much stronger he is than

"Well I wouldn't have wet myself if you had let me go to the bathroom! You forced me to do it", Michael snaps

"Oh, isn't it obvious?", Emily said, enjoying the look of complete horror on his face. He looked like he was about to burst into tears, "Your mommy hired me as your babysitter, of course."

"Like hell am I going to say something like that!", Ame snapped, angry at Kayla and his mother for asking the girl to babysit him, but also

Emily suppressed the urge to grin when everything

Ame couldn't help but stare at her a little, surprised by how much she had changed. The last time they'd met she'd been a kid with pigtails and, honestly, nothing to look at, but now... Ame was pretty horrified at the notion of having to spend the weekend with her. Even though he did often prefer guys over girls, she would probably be the subject of a wet dream or two for him. Ame groaned when the covers were ripped off him and curled up a little, suddenly much more embarrassed of the situation he was in than he had thought he would be.

Ame had woken up to the sounds of his mother leaving, and tugged the cover further over himself as he tried to roll over and go back to sleep. He was uncomfortable in the adult onesie his mother had put him in for the night though, and he had been waking up continuously throughout the night. The baby blue onesie had been put on him backwards, so the buttons were on his back where he couldn't reach them, because apparently his mother had gotten tired of him trying to constantly take off the diapers he was wearing. Sleep wouldn't come to him again though, because there was a painful pressure in his bladder than told him he really needed to pee, but he didn't want to succumb and use the diapers again. Especially now that he heard his "babysitter" coming up the stairs, annoyingly yelling something about him needing his diapers changed. Ame didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him in wet diapers the first thing she walked in. This was humiliating enough, having her see Ame in diapers and an onesie, he didn't need anything added to that.

Emily had been in a good mood for the rest of the month after her little... prank had succeeded. She found herself giggling

The school's corridors were empty, the last classes of the day had started not ten minutes ago, but Emily walked down the corridor, bag slung over her shoulder, heels clicking on the floor and the sound echoing off the walls. She turned a corner, determinedly heading towards a particular locker just down the hallway, a victorious grin plastered on her painted lips as she thought about what was to come. Stopping before a locker that was not her own, she reached a hand up into silken tresses of black hair, perfectly manicured nails pulling out two hairpins. Quickly glancing around, she set to pick the lock on the locker, having practiced it beforehand so it wouldn't take much time. Emily heard the lock click, and pulled the locker open, eyeing the contents for a moment before reaching into her own bag.

When Ame had one morning, a few days ago, woken up in diapers, his first reaction had been to laugh. Sure, he had maybe been acting childish the night before - not to mention out of line, calling her a bitch and a useless cow - but he had been drunk, and now his mother was just being overly dramatic. When he was feeling well enough to get out of bed, after the pounding in his head had somewhat

"I don't need diapers

Michael lets Justin put on the still wet pants on him again, wondering why he even bothers. They're wet, smell of pee and the diapers can be seen from under them. Michael looks at Justin and shakes his head, refusing to leave his seat anymore until he's sure they're going back home. The first wave a tears falls down to his cheeks and he shakes his head again, whispering

Michael stays still, almost like frozen in place for the duration of possibly the worst humiliation he has ever had to endure in his life. He barely dares to breathe as he stares up at the ceiling and prays for it all to be over soon. But, of course, Justin takes his time, in no hurry about it. He feels like crying, there isn't anything else he can do in the situation either, but at the same time he doesn't want to give everyone there the satisfaction of seeing him break down. Michael breathes in deeply as he feels the wipe run over his penis, then his small balls, light sparks of pleasure running down his spine - he's never been touched by anyone else before, so he tries

Michael fidgets and wants to tell Justin to just shut up already. It isn't fair, and he's being way unreasonable. Michael can't understand what kind of a twisted pleasure he's getting from humiliating him in front of everyone

Michael gives Justin a desperate look, quickly covering himself up with his hoodie, thankful that it was much bigger than what he really needed. He swallowed, averted his eyes and did as he was told, quickly and making sure to not look

Michael grits his teeth and pulls his pants back up again, looking up at Justin with teary eyes as he says quietly, "Please, let's just go home. You've caused me ten times