Without Merit: What Happened at the Lake House? (2/4) 6/10/22

[direking]

*Edit: I've been a reader for a long time, and around this time last year I decided to start writing ABDL stories to eventually post. There was a bit of a learning curve, I wrote a few stories that failed for various reasons, but it was important to me to post a story that was finished. I started working on Without Merit in October. It's around 30 chapters long, and I'm wrapping up the final chapters as of the posting of Chapter 1. I'm really proud of the results, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Thanks for reading.

All characters are over 18. Story contains sexual content.

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About Lovington 
 
Lovington is somewhere in middle America, a place where the highways give away into county roads, where franchises are few and far between. That's not to say that it's a backwater, Lovington is exactly as pristine as the American dream, and as common as ice cream with an apple pie.
 
It's a typical American small town with a small shopping mall, a local cinema, its main street is main street. The people are kind, generous and almost as bland as the town itself. A town that blends into the area, that isn't even a blip on the map. It's always out of everyone's mind, and the people of Lovington like it that way.
 
There is nothing suspicious about Lovington, that's why it was a great location for a secret laboratory.
 
All the while, this laboratory in Lovington ran along, melting budgets with no real breakthroughs — then one day, there was one. They finally opened a door and only one thing came out before it closed again: the cube.

 
0
 
Boredom is its own kind of inspiration.
 
It was well established among the teenagers that the small town of Lovington was boring, nothing ever happened here. Even as it was happening.
 
However, the strange place had plenty of inspiration to share with everyone. A quiet influence swam throughout the city like an invisible fog, a feeling that something was moving behind the curtain, a feeling not everyone noticed or that anyone could shake.
 
The Hartmann house was a three story affair, if you count the game room in the basement. The below ground man cave was wall to wall in wood paneling, a throwback from the 1980s when that was in fashion. The three girls inside looked as bored as the decor, draped on the pair of couches and the single creaky, padded lazy boy chair. Katie Nguyen lounged on the shorter couch, her long athletic legs hung over the other end of the sofa. Charity Brown held a pillow across her chest and was the only one watching the box shaped tv. Marisa Hartmann rested in the giant chair, swiping through selfie filters until she found one good enough to post.
 
"Men are so easy,” Charity sighed.
 
"I think you mean boys are easy, there aren't any men that go to our school," Marisa clarified. She lifted her phone above her head to take another semi-down the shirt selfie.
 
“Nothing but immature boys,” Katie added.
 
All three girls nodded in agreement before going back to whatever they were doing, but Charity wasn't ready to let this drop. There was something bothering her, and she had no idea how to express her feelings. So she complained to her friends until they helped her figure herself out. Being a teenager was strange.
 
"It’s so annoying because it's so lame,” Charity continued. “I’m over being romanced, getting flowers, and getting bored again.”
 
“Sounds like you need to get laid,” Marisa said with a grin.
 
Katie raised an eyebrow in consideration to Charity, who still stared blankly at the tv screen.
 
“I can get laid, that’s not the problem and you both know it,” Charity argued.
 
“We both know that you’re an easy slut?” Marisa prodded.
 
“Ha ha, very funny.” Charity rolled her eyes.
 
They were close enough friends to let this joke pass, but no self respecting girl liked being called a slut. Charity was mostly self respecting, at least to those who didn’t truly know her. It was fine that she liked sex, and not just the regular sex that she could get from almost any boy at the school. Charity liked weird sex, like back page experimental Cosmo magazine stuff; she found herself bored too easily, like she was right now in the retro game room at Marisa’s. And when she was bored, she thought about sex. The lithe blonde cheerleader sat up and threw the lifeless pillow into the opposite corner of the couch, preparing to get on her soapbox. The commotion was dramatic enough for Marisa to actually get off the phone and actually pay attention to her.
 
“No, think about it, Mars. You and I both know we can get whatever we ask for from just about anyone. We can get in the backseat from a football player, or in the bathroom between classes from the weird/moody, silent kid. If we want an older guy, we’d just troll a bar with a fake ID; but we’re so pretty we wouldn’t even need one. I bet that we could even bag a teacher, like even a married one. Don’t you think that’s boring?”
 
Katie blushed furiously as Marisa considered her words. For a typical blonde, Charity made a good point every now and then. However, Marisa wanted to see where Charity was planning on going with this, and also she wanted to see just how red Katie’s face could get from embarrassment. Charity wasn’t wrong, but she over-calculated just how horny Marisa actually was. It’d be cool and all to get caught up in a whirlwind romance with an older guy, or married man. That being said, she wasn’t one to open her legs at the drop of a hat like Charity.
 
“So what’s your point?” Marisa asked.
 
“I’m not trying to make a point, I’m just saying I’m bored,” Charity said.
 
The cheerleader went back to flipping between channels with an ancient tv remote with tape wrapped around the battery pack. It was Marisa’s turn to not let things go, if something was bothering her friend, she’d at least want to know the cause, it was her game room after all.
 
“Alright, if you’re that bored you should move onto threesomes and gangbangs. You know your way to the boys locker room, you’ve done it in their showers before, right?”
 
Katie choked. “You’ve been in the boy’s locker room?”
 
“Shut up virgin!” Charity snickered.
 
It was an A and B conversation and Katie needed to C her way out. Katie’s virginity was well-renowned in her circle of friends. She was the athletic type, more interested in good grades and Martial Arts tournaments than dating. It wasn’t that she was ugly, quite the opposite. Katie was tall with almond shaped eyes and well defined muscles. Her honor student lifestyle, addiction to Tae Kwon Do, and most importantly her old fashioned Asian parents, did not allow the quick hook-ups like other girls her age.
 
“I’m just saying I want something different, a kinky relationship without the banging — like fifty shades or something.” Charity tapped the remote against her chin.
 
“I love that movie,” Katie quipped. Virgins just didn’t know when to shut up.
 
Marisa decided it was time to give some sort of advice, Katie was getting no where with Charity.
 
“So why don’t you find a billionaire to tie you up and spank you?” Marisa asked.
 
“Who said I won’t be the one doing the spanking?”
 
Marisa laughed, Katie blushed, but Charity was still deep in thought. They were at some sort of impasse, and she had no idea what she even wanted to hear. She was bored, kinda horny, and she wanted to play a game. The idea of being the ‘spanker’ was just a quick comeback to her friend, but Charity found it intriguing and worth a second thought.
 
“I think we’re onto something, about the whole school being boys not men and whatnot. Wouldn’t it be kinky to be in charge of a boy like we were cougars? We could put them under our control, and force them to satisfy even our nastiest fantasies. I mean, really push the envelope.”
 
“So what did you have in mind?” Marisa purred.
 
She could be classically sexy when she wanted. Marisa was one of those girls that woke up perfect, olive colored skin came without the tanning bed, she had long eyelashes and barely had to apply any makeup at all because being beautiful just came naturally to her. Just like her former actress, supermodel mom.
 
“I don’t know, maybe it will come to me,” Charity said.
 
Still nothing came to her except a hot, churning feeling nestled between her legs. She felt the need to squeeze her thighs together, then do it again — harder. Charity softly bit her lip as she hungrily watched television. Maybe she did just need to get laid.
 
That was when she saw the commercial that gave her the idea. At first, Charity wanted to laugh so she covered her mouth. Then she had to stifle something else, a moan. This was naughty, way naughtier than anything she’d ever thought about before. By far the naughtiest daydream while watching television. Charity flashed Marisa a wicked grin from the couch prompting her to say something.
 
“Alright Chars, what’s on your dirty mind?”
 
Charity crawled from the couch to whisper in her friend’s ear. Her words lost to those outside her cupped hand, but Katie tried to figure out what she was saying by watching their faces. The curiosity was killing her, she hated being left out and this felt super juicy. Marisa started off looking a little confused, then she frowned, and then she laughed. It wasn’t until Charity finished her sales pitch that Marisa featured the same wonton look as her friend.
 
Marisa asked, “Is that really a thing?”
 
“It totally is, I read about it online months ago,” Charity answered.
 
“What kind of guy would even allow you to do that to him?”
 
Charity raised her eyebrows and gave Marisa a knowing look. They were the best of friends, almost at mind reader level.
 
“You know you already have a boy wrapped around your finger,” said the blonde cheerleader.
 
It was Marisa’s turn to blush, she knew just who Charity was talking about. He was cute but not boyfriend material, safely tucked away in the friend zone where he belonged. At the same time, the cheerleader was right about him being wrapped around her finger, but that didn’t mean he’d be into the craziness Charity was proposing. However, Marisa was intrigued by this erotically charged challenge, how far would a boy go to please them? Especially a pushover like him.
 
Marisa asked, “Just how —?”
 
“We could condition him like a Pavlov dog, get him hungry with every ring of the bell. With our feminine wiles we could have him jumping through hoops in no time. Just think of it as a makeover, but with a twist."
 
The two girls laughed as the commercial continued on just in front of them. Katie was officially out of the loop, her eyes jumping from the giggling girls and the television trying to deduct what she was missing. She'd had enough of waiting, so she stood from the couch.
 
“What are you guys talking about? And what does that have to do with Pampers?”
….
 
1

“No way!”
 
That’s what Adam wanted to say when Marisa invited him to her lake house for the four day weekend. It had to be a prank or something, why would a popular girl want to spend time with a pipsqueak like himself? This was beyond the pale of believability, and it had a dreamlike quality that could just be pinched away.
 
Sure, they shared a few classes together throughout their time in high school. He often helped her with her homework, which actually meant he did it himself, but that was always the plight of smart guys with pretty girls. The closest the two got was when Marisa played the role of his mom in the school play, 'Mother Knows Best'. However, those connections were hardly the means to be invited to a lake house. When he thought about it, he wasn't even sure they were friends, and he had expected her to disown him at her earliest convenience.
 
Marisa was so far out of his league that they weren't even playing the same sport. She looked like a trending movie star, had the etiquette of a princess, and she practically ran the school with her personality alone. As for her body, her mom was some kind of bikini model, and the apple didn’t fall too far from the scantily-clad tree. Marisa often wore short shorts to show off her long legs and halter tops to show off her naturally tan skin. Her hair was the color of honey and caramel, finding a soft niche between blonde and brunette. She was also homecoming queen as if there was any doubt.
 
Adam asked, "Why me?"
 
Marisa didn’t give him an answer, she just giggled.
 
He agreed to go anyways, but that was before he found out that Charity and Katie were going as well. Now, he would be the only boy in a lake house with three of the hottest girls in his grade.
 
"No way!"
 
That’s what his friends all said when he told them how he was planning to spend his weekend. They worshipped him like he’d pulled off the impossible, like he’d found the holy grail.
 
Jerry joked, "Hold on, wasn't Marisa the one who was your mom in the play -- wouldn’t that make her a MILF?”
 
There was plenty of laughter and high fives to go around, they all told jokes at his expense. Adam regretted letting his plans slip. When they realized that he was telling the truth, his entire table had a bit of an overreaction. His friends turned into howler monkeys — bouncing around the table, banging their chests with their hands, and victoriously pumping their fists into the air. They fantasized and strategized on how he could bed all three girls, maybe at the same time. The commotion caused the whole cafeteria to stare, and that made Adam want to disappear.
 
Out of all his nerdy friends, Jeremy typically razzed on him the most. He was a self-proclaimed love expert, and even he looked borderline jealous of Adam. He reminded him that this was how pornos started, 'hot chicks with a helpless geek'. They surrounded Adam in a makeshift football huddle around the table, game planning what his next move should be, and how he should best handle this 'opportunity'. His mom would probably complain about all of the locker room talk, but Adam was happy that his mom wasn't there to hear what was being said. He kept his hands over his face to hide his blushing cheeks. He let out a couple of nervous laughs to play off his unease, but he didn't touch his lunch.
 
Good things weren’t supposed to happen to the wallflower, the outcast. There comes a time in everyone’s life where they evaluate themselves against the hopeless backdrop of their peers — a measurement of deviation from normalcy. It didn’t take long for Adam to see how different he was from most eighteen year olds. He was short and scrawny, and small enough to still shop in the kids section. Adam never had to shave, even the freshmen had stubble. It was like the puberty fairy forgot to sprinkle dust on him while he slept. He even played the cute little kid in the school play. Everyone laughed at the jokes, they coo’ed and aww’ed at him, all the while he was a senior in high school.
 
He wasn't bad looking, both his mom and grandma said he was handsome. That’s two women spanning two generations, that had to count for something, right? Adam was shy and struggled to talk to girls, he was a virgin and never had a girlfriend because he was afraid if he asked they’d say --
 
“No way!”
 
Okay, he was better with girls than he gave himself credit. Jeremy often marveled at how well he did with the opposite sex despite being so clueless. He was the opposite of Adam, Jeremy kept up with the latest fashions, dressed the part and quoted GQ like it was scripture. His reputation for unsuccessfully chasing skirt, and his palpable desperation, led to him turning off every girl at school. However, he still lectured Adam almost daily in how to get girls. Just like he was doing now.
 
Jeremy advised, “You’ve got to have the confidence to be yourself if you want to seal the deal.”
 
The irony was not lost on Adam; he did his best to ignore him, he didn’t want to be the one to burst his friend’s bubble.
 
Adam just looked at things differently, his friends all changed as they grew older — everyone except Adam. Friday nights were no longer about pizza and late night video game sessions, there were no more nerf wars with walkie-talkies in the woods; now, all his crew cared about was getting laid. Adam wasn’t like them. He still played with action figures, watched cartoons and he loved wearing his Pokémon shirts to school. Like Ash Ketchum, Pokémon was timeless. It’s not like he wasn’t interested in girls, his life didn't revolve around hooking up.
 
The situation at school didn't help matters, he was prime pickings for a lot of random harassment from his female classmates. When he walked down the halls, he got his hair ruffled, butt goosed, a couple of times he was even carried off by a pack of giggling girls. It wasn't anything sexual, it was just how they'd flirt with a senior that looked like an 8th grader. They also gave him kindly nicknames, calling him 'squirt', 'honey', 'baby'. They treated him like a kid brother, not potential boyfriend material.
 
“No way!”
 
That’s what Adam thought his mom would say when he asked her if he could spend the weekend at a lake house with three girls. This wouldn't pass her puritanical smell test for sure. However, she surprised him with the biggest smile and a sincere happy mommy hug. Adam still got those at eighteen.
 
Then she asked, “Honey, do we need to talk about safe sex?”
 
“No way!”
 
Adam wanted to scream, but he just shook his head. She did so anyways, for an entirely painful 30 minutes, Adam never wanted to hear about the birds and bees ever again. The following day he found a box of condoms on his pillow, a gift from mom. How come everyone was viewing this lake house invitation as a VIP ticket to orgyville?
 
Of course he knew of all three girls, they were school-wide royalty with perfect hair and perfect bodies to match. Cool seemed to always stick with them and change with them like seasons. They were the unapologetic trend setters, who all girls wanted to be and whom all boys wanted to be with.
 
Charity was a blonde, everyone knows the type, a cliche valley girl that began each sentence with OMG and spelled out LOL instead of laughing. Her clothes were expensive but always bought on sale. She wasn’t really rude, she just tried really hard to make it seem like she didn’t care. Adam knew for a fact that she did, back in sophomore year, she stopped a few members of the football team from putting him in a locker. She had a reputation as a girl that went all the way, which meant as much to Adam as the weather on the moon.
 
Katie was more of a mystery. The Asian girl was a blackbelt in TaeKwonDo, genuinely polite and caring. Her GPA was through the roof, and she won an award in just about everything she did. Her intelligence was just as intimidating as her muscles, she was athletic and quick to solve a math problem. As far as Adam knew, she never had a boyfriend. It seemed like the dating scene passed by them both.
 
The boys at his table had different ways to describe the girls, they made hand gestures regarding their curves, they kissed at the air like lovesick fools.
 
Jeremy asked, "So you're going to film this right? You're going to make an epic porno."
 
"Um... No way," muttered Adam.
 
This would not end in sex, he thought to himself. However, there was a secret in the duffle bag cradled between his feet. Safely tucked away in a sock was the box of condoms his mother had bought him. There was no way that he'd put anything on video, even though the thought did excite him a bit. That'd be one way to get back at Jeremy for razzing him about his virginity for the last four years.
 
Adam looked around to see his support group had turned on him, no longer regarding him as the king of the table, only as the loser who wouldn't give them what they wanted. The energy deflated like a worn balloon. Adam hated himself for telling them his weekend plans, but he also hated disappointing them. So he did what all cowards did, he gave in.
 
"Okay, fine. If anything happens I'll try to catch it on video."
 
Adam expected them to cheer, chant his name, and carry him around the cafeteria, but they all fell silent. Their eyes went wide, their jaws dropped open with shocked expressions on their faces, he was surprised by the effect his words had on them.
 
He was even more surprised to hear Marisa's voice come from behind him.
 
“What do you plan to catch on video?”
 
Adam felt the dual sensation of panic and humiliation when he wondered just how much she had heard. The world reeled in slow motion as he turned from the table to see not only Marisa, but Charity and Katie as well. They all had the same look on their faces, the same kind that his mom had when he did something bad.
 
He ran his hand through his shaggy hair, he had no idea what to say, so he nervously chuckled while looking to his friends for help. Jeremy turned his back on him, whistling like he had nothing to do with operation Amatuer Pornstar. It looked like Adam was already on his own, some group of friends that he had.
 
"I was hoping to make a nature video. You know, of the animals around the lake."
 
A surprising solid 3 star save in the clutch! Right on cue, the boys around him nodded in agreement, someone muttered something about squirrels. It looked like everyone believed Adam except for the three girls.
 
Katie crossed her muscular arms, Charity rolled her eyes, and Marisa had her hands on her hips as if to say:
 
"No way..."
 
"I'm sure you care all about the wildlife," Charity groaned. She had plenty of experience with bad boyfriends and could sniff out a masculine lie like a bloodhound.
 
Marisa seemed the quickest to shrug it off.
 
"My mom just pulled up, are you all packed and ready for our trip?"
 
Jealousy emanated from his friends as they left the boys at the table. The ones who were about to throw a parade in his honor were now giving him sideways glances like he was the first one to shout bingo in a room full of grannies. He was no longer wanted at this table, and he was pretty certain that he wouldn't be until he came back with a scandalous video. That probably wouldn't happen, because despite the peer pressure, Adam still thought that it was a bad idea. 
 
Katie asked, "Are you excited?"
 
The taller girl slugged him in the arm, harder than she probably intended, she was a black belt after all.
 
He managed to nod back at her.
 
Adam was not a fan of small talk, and he had to stop himself from throwing up when he opened his mouth. He said something that sounded like 'yeah', but it was more of a grunt than a word, so he cleared his throat and said it again. It still came out as a mumbling mess. The hallway to the car seemed to go on forever, how was he supposed to talk to these girls this weekend? Adam wanted to open up, shake off the shyness, but he was still a mumbling, bumbling idiot.
 
Two conflicting thoughts battled in his mind as he shuffled in silence. The first, that his friends were wrong, and this wouldn’t be some sort of sexy party with a wild romp with these girls. This was highly likely, and the most probable outcome, but some leftover mystery still lingered — what if they were right? What if he was heading into a trap where these girls would bang him all weekend? It sounded like a fantasy, but it made him want to throw up. Both thoughts were equally nerve racking, and he couldn’t think of anything else.
 
Marisa put her arm around him and shook him awake.
 
"Come on, Adam. We're going to have a great time this weekend. We've been looking forward to hanging out with you, so there's no need to be nervous."
 
He melted a little bit when she flashed a smile at him.
 
"We're going to have LOADS of fun,” Charity giggled.
 
There was a red luxury SUV in the parking lot, a beautiful woman leaned against the passenger side door like a Bond girl. Her long blonde hair swayed in the wind, same as her loose fitting turquoise summer dress that looked like it was ripped straight from a fashion magazine. She looked like she was high maintenance but worth every penny. 
 
Marisa pointed to her.
 
"It looks like my mom is here. Adam, why don't you say hello while we load up all the bags in the back?"
 
"No Way!"
 
Is what Adam thought when he saw Marisa's mom for the first time. Jeremy liked to use the word MILF to describe any woman over the age of thirty, but that's the exact way Adam would describe her. She had aged out of pretty but matured into beautiful. The nerves rose up again, and he chose to look at his feet rather than make eye contact with her. He wanted to snap out of it, say something witty or polite, but he just walked in front of her and stood there expectantly. Like a mute.
 
Mrs. Hartmann leaned down and ruffled his shaggy brown hair.
 
"So you're this Adam that Marisa keeps talking about. I recognize you from the play, you look a little bit older when you're not wearing a sailor suit."
 
A bit puzzled, Adam looked down at his Pikachu t-shirt and khaki shorts, then remembered what he wore for the play. Yes, he wore a sailor suit to make him look more like a kid. As if his genes didn’t do that enough already.
 
“Yeah, those aren’t my regular clothes,” Adam mumbled.
 
"I'm sure they weren't, but you did look so cute. I'd say that you were the audience's second favorite, and you memorized your lines so well. We were so proud of you, weren't we Marisa?"
 
"We sure were," Marisa commented as she circled around the front of the car and hopped into the passenger seat.
 
The hot mom extended her hand to shake his, Adam just meekly put his hands in hers.
 
"My name is Lindsey Hartmann, and I'll be your driver today. You better be on your best behavior, I won't hesitate to give you a firm smack on the behind if you get out of line with any of these girls."
 
Adam couldn't tell if she was joking or not, she was as difficult to read as Shakespeare with a stutter. However, he didn't like the sound of being spanked at all. There was something so demeaning and childish about that particular punishment. Adam had an active imagination. In his mind he saw himself draped over her lap — and he stopped himself from thinking about it even further because his face was turning pink.
 
Marisa rolled down the window. “Aren't you going to join us?"
 
Everyone was already inside the car by the time Adam recovered. He opened the door to the back seat to find Katie and Charity already comfortable and watching him expectantly. He stepped inside only to find a pink booster seat in the last open spot. Not only was it pink, it was a princess themed toddler chair covered with glittering magic wands, butterflies and fairy wings. A large sparkling tiara featured prominently where his butt would be. He wanted to say so bad —
 
"No Way!"
 
Really? Were they expecting him to sit in a chair for toddlers? Adam fumbled around the back of the booster looking for a way to pull it off the seat so he could actually sit down. It was tied to the backseat by some force beyond science, he certainly couldn't figure out where. Adam pulled and jerked at the chair while the whole car watched him make a fool out of himself.
 
"Is there a problem?" Marisa asked from the front.
 
"No, I'm just trying to move this car seat so I can sit down," Adam answered.
 
"Could you do me a big favor and just deal with it this time?" Marisa asked politely. "We put the seat in for my baby cousin, and it was a real hassle that we do not want to do again. My mom is planning on taking her to the zoo next week."
 
Marisa had a way of making Adam do whatever she wanted, the magic formula was her good looks and powerful charisma with a dash of his lack of backbone. She could easily put him under her spell. He felt helpless to her words; then again, a car seat was a car seat. Lines had to be drawn somewhere.
 
Adam complained, "I don't think I'd even fit, I'm not a little kid."
 
There the chair sat, its intentions evil to the core, and Adam wasn't planning on sitting in it — that was until Charity slapped the seat with her hand, which startled him. She didn't have to say a word, she just gave him a look. He was beginning to hate these girls and their looks. But once again like a coward, he gave in. He climbed into the car seat without any more protest. The arms on the booster were snug around his waist, but besides that, he did fit. Adam frowned when he did.
 
Marisa snaked her hand from around the front seat and gave his thigh a squeeze.
 
"And you thought you were too big," Marisa laughed.
 
"Well, I —“
 
Lindsey interrupted, "Aren't you going to buckle up?"
 
Adam desperately wanted to argue, say something about being an adult, but everything around him seemed to move too fast. In a flash, Charity deftly pulled the seat belt over him, her hands sliding uncomfortably through his comfort space, barely above his no-no zone, but the boy was flabbergasted already. Too many girls, too little of space, and princess themed car seats had a way of getting to someone.
 
"Alright, he's locked up tight. Let's get this show on the road," Charity announced.

[kerry]

I like this opening. It's well-written and, though the situation seems cliché, it should be a lot of fun to read.

[Bel George]

I like it so far. 

I'm curious to see what they're up to, how they're going to handle it. That car seat seems to be just the beginning of a whole series of humiliating events anyway.

[Pierry Louys]

Wow that was intense 

[Kaleros]

11 hours ago, kerry said:

I like this opening. It's well-written and, though the situation seems cliché, it should be a lot of fun to read.

I'd say I have to agree to that.

[direking]

Hey guys, I appreciate the feedback. I hear you on being pretty cliche, it’s done a little on purpose, almost to a fault. It’s also a little slow moving, but it eventually gets to the right places.

This story is a playful homage to the ABDL genre when it lacked variety. A lot of familiar tropes are going to show up.

Lovington is a cliche place as well — however, only on the surface, and the same with this story.

Hopefully, the next few chapters will give these two-dimensional characters a little more depth as the puzzle pieces start to come together.

Thanks for reading.

 

2
 
The radio came on as soon as the car rolled out of the parking lot. That’s around the time Adam realized that he was surrounded. He was on an island all alone as the rest of the car belted out top 40 hits at the top of their lungs. When they weren’t singing obnoxiously, they were dancing in their seats. Of course, Mrs. Hartmann knew all the songs that the teenagers liked. Adam didn’t recognize a single one.
 
Also, his cellphone was long gone. When he tried to get his phone out, Charity swiped it out of his hands before he could even react, it was now in Katie's purse. He glared out the window as the world passed by, feigning a smile every time Marisa whipped her head around to look at him. This was a bad idea, a real bad idea. Adam just knew he'd be miserable the entire trip. Once again, he was nothing like his friends, or even other kids his age. This wasn't his version of a good time by a long shot. Every minute in the car felt like it was taking him further from home, where his refuge was in his room with his Pokémon cards and action figures. That's where he wanted to be, and he wondered why in the world he went on this trip.

This feeling made him feel smaller, he sank into the car seat, he was dwindling away, and soon there would be nothing left of him.

He was about to cut the cake at his personal pity-party when Charity snuck her arm around his neck. It was playful headlock, she was flirting, but it made him feel even more uncomfortable. She was soft, but surprisingly strong, and pulled him closer to her with a firm tug. The music was so loud that he had to lean closer to her to hear what she said anyways. This somehow made their conversation more private, even if there were others in earshot.
 
"You need to lighten up there, princess. We're all here to have a good time, and you're just pouting in the corner like a bump on the log. Adam, I think you'll find us as fun as you want us to be, are you picking up what I'm putting down?"

She caressed his cheek with her finger, sliding it down his chest before stopping and tapping his waistline. Adam was no longer in full control of his body, a lump formed in his throat, and he nodded like a bobble head. He felt her residual touch much longer than her finger was actually there, like a phantom pain, or pleasure in this case. It sent shivers down his spine.
 
Wait? Did she call him ‘princess’? He wanted to object, but she wrapped her hand in his with a vice-like grip. Adam searched the entire car to see if any eyes were on the two of them, the others seemed too lost in the music from the moving party to notice. There were thousands of thoughts that ran through his mind at the same time, questions that bounced from synapse to synapse to the deafening beat of radio.
 
The first question, did Charity have a boyfriend? That would be good information to have, because when he did see her in the hallway with a beau, he was normally a giant, knuckle dragging brute that had the ability to kill him with his bare hands. The second, were they boyfriend and girlfriend? They were holding hands after all. Adam felt panicked, confused, and flustered — the SUV suddenly felt hot, the world was spinning, the seat belt constricted his chest. He hoped that his hand wasn’t too sweaty, or he had fresh breath, or that he wasn’t doing everything wrong. Damn, girls were so confusing.
 
“I can tell that you’re nervous,” Charity whispered.
 
“It’s that obvious?”
 
“You’re worrying too much, you need to learn to go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens. If you play your cards right, you could probably hook up with her.”
 
Adam asked, “Who?”
 
“Marisa, silly! Are you that oblivious? LOL. You know she’s had a thing for you ever since that play. You remember the one where you were her baby or something?”
 
“I wasn’t a baby, I was a kid.”
 
Adam was quick to correct her, he was not a baby in the play. He just wasn’t. However, it didn’t seem like Charity cared for any distinction. She had perfected her eye roll years ago, and she let him know how little she cared without saying a word. It was rude, churlish, and somewhat surly — but it was sexy the way she did it. Adam had another lump to worry about, and it wasn’t in his throat.
 
“I’m just saying that if you’re interested in getting with her, you’re going to have to be more fun. Like the way you handled the booster seat. All you had to do was sit down and play it off like a boss. Instead, you got nervous and threw a tantrum about a pink chair. Do you think that Marisa liked that?”
 
Adam didn’t need to answer.
 
“You should play to your strengths, Adam. Take advantage of how cute you are, and try to own it, instead of trying to be someone else. If she wanted to date a manly POS, like most guys I’m with, she wouldn’t have invited you. So are you going to take my advice, go with the flow, be yourself and have more fun?”
 
Adam sputtered, “Yes, I guess ... ”
 
“C’mon, you can do better than that. Promise me that you’ll do what we ask — no matter how silly?
 
“Okay, I promise.”
 
Charity whispered, “To do what?”
 
“I promise to do what you ask ... “
 
“That’s a good boy,” Charity commended. “You’re going to make Marisa so happy, who knows what you two will be getting up to when no one’s looking?”
 
Charity moved their handhold into his lap, positioning her knuckles against his crotch. She was now firmly in the no-no zone, and she didn’t look like she was planning on stopping. One by one she pried her fingers free from his, then she cupped his crotch with her palm. Adam was practically panting as she rubbed and squeezed him through his shorts. His hands were quickly brushed away every time he tried to stop her, but he didn’t try to fight as much as he thought he would. Adam was going with the flow, whatever happens, happens. Charity gave good advice, great advice, and he didn’t want her to stop giving advice.
 
“It looks like you’re a big boy after all,” Charity purred into his ear.
 
Then without a word or care, she gave a parting hug to his manhood and withdrew her hand from his lap, leaving Adam wanting and thoroughly confused. Charity said something about loving the song on the radio, about turning it up, and she began to dance. She gave a knowing elbow into his ribs as her arms went into the air. Then she pushed an elbow into Katie who looked lost in a book. When did she stop singing? Was Katie eavesdropping on their talk just seconds before? He hoped not. Adam tried to cover his embarrassing erection as discreetly as he could, folding his arms and crossing his legs over his crotch in self defense.

He looked out the window for any welcome distraction, the highway was nothing but rows of trees and billboards with the occasional farm and gas station. There wasn’t much to entertain him out here, so he’d have to do it himself. Adam settled on the alphabet game, given the fact that there were plenty of billboards and license plates; it would help keep his mind off the loud car, the strange girl next to him, and help his hard on de-escalate — a cold shower for his brain. The billboards came one after another like giant flashcards in the sky.

Romano’s Italian — All you can eat buffet. A.

Handley’s burger shoppe. B.

Lovington hospital cares about you. C.

Adam, beware the dollhouse. D.

Wait a minute. Adam did a double take, he even rubbed his eyes like in the cartoons, but it was still there, spelled out in black and white letters.

Adam, beware the dollhouse.

“That’s funny,” Adam muttered under his breath.

He seemed to have caught Charity’s attention again. The blonde girl took another opportunity to lean into his personal space and look out his window.

“What’s funny?”

Adam turned her way and pointed to the billboard.

Her face immediately soured. 

“You think clowns are funny? They’re scary, not funny. You’re not one of those weird clown kids, are you?”

Clowns? Adam looked back at the billboard as they passed it; Charity was right, it did have a clown with a red nose and funny hat, even a flower on its lapel that was sure to shoot a jet of water. He read it again.

Bonzo’s costume shop — become someone else entirely.

How strange? He could have sworn that sign had his name on it, he even checked twice like Santa. There had to be an explanation, or was this like deja vu or something, where there wasn’t any explanation. He needed to dwell on it, figure it out, and —

Katie closed her book in a huff, and it pulled him away from the mystery. She said something to Charity and then asked for Lindsey to turn down the music. Adam felt like he could hear the air after spending over an hour listening to pounding rhythm after pounding rhythm.
 
He could tell that Katie was upset just from the sound of her voice.
 
“I can’t believe I’m so stupid. How could I forget?”
 
Charity asked, “What in the world are you talking about?”
 
“My babysitting merit badge! I was supposed to babysit for my neighbors this weekend and get my merit badge before the meeting next week.”
 
“What organization is it for?” Lindsey piped in from the driver’s seat.
 
“Girls to Women, also known as G2W. It’s this stupid young lady leadership training that’s as archaic as all get out, I’d love to quit, but I have three scholarships tied to the program. I needed this dumb badge, I shouldn’t have put it off.”
 
The atmosphere in the car soured a bit, the party wagon was no longer in the mood to get down. Katie wasn’t crying but she looked pretty close to doing so, she wasn’t nearly as good at hiding her feelings as Charity. Adam felt bad. He couldn’t imagine losing scholarships because he forgot to do something as trivial as babysitting.
 
“I have an idea,” Charity giggled. “You could always babysit me.”
 
The cheerleader leaned into Katie and pretended to suck her thumb which made the whole car laugh. Katie pushed her away, her mood seemed lighter than before, Charity had a way with raising spirits.
 
“Why not say that you did the babysitting anyways?” asked Mrs. Hartmann. “It’s a harmless lie, it won’t hurt anybody.”
 
It felt odd to Adam that a parent would recommend lying to a teenager. However, it made sense. Lindsey was the cool mom, she was also the hot mom, and there was very little room for her to be the honest mom.
 
“I don’t know if that is a good idea, the organization prides itself on integrity — it’s one of our solemn vows,” Katie explained. “Besides, I think we have to take pictures or have a guardian sign off.”
 
“That’s what I like about you, Katie, you’re so honest,” Marisa said from the front, she’d been so quiet for most of the trip that Adam almost forgot she was up there.
 
“I’d lie all the time,” Charity joked. “Like, I totally cured cancer last week.
 
“It doesn’t work like that, if I don’t complete the checklist, I won’t get the merit badge. I was hoping to have this all wrapped up before I’d send off my last applications for college.”
 
Marisa asked, “how old does the kid have to be to count as babysitting?”
 
Katie fished a notebook out of her backpack, skimmed through a few pages before slamming it shut.
 
“Actually, the notebook doesn’t say anything about the age of the child. So what does that have to do with anything?”
 
Adam was wondering the exact same thing, it just wasn’t his turn to ask any questions. Somehow he knew something bad was coming, like a dark omen. He was just clueless from where or when it was coming, but he knew it was well on its way.
 
“Well, we could always have you baby sit Adam. He is the one with the appropriate acting experience. Maybe he could do some method acting, pretend to be a kid in your care, and you can go through that checklist with him. Everything will be on the up and up, and there would be no reason to lie, problem solved.”
 
Marisa looked proud of herself for coming up with a reasonable compromise.
 
“Marisa does have a good point,” Charity chimed in and squeezed his thigh. “We could work through that checklist of yours, you get your merit badge, and we still get to hang out at the lake.”
 
“I don’t know, there are some things here that would be kind of weird,” Katie said.
 
Charity squeezed his thigh harder, it kinda hurt.
 
“I’m not sure I want to do that,” Adam heard himself say.
 
The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself. He was very unsure about this, that was the only thing he was sure about — how unsure he was about Marisa’s plan. However, he also didn’t want to be the spoilsport for her scholarships, but the last thing he wanted to be as an eighteen year old was babysitted.
 
“That’s okay, Adam,” Katie sighed. “It was a good idea, Marisa. We just have to find a different way for me to get my merit badge. I just can’t believe my scholarships are in jeopardy.”
 
Katie rested her head in her hands, and the whole car went dead silent. Adam swallowed, hard. He felt so guilty, but for no reason. It wasn’t his fault that she procrastinated for her organization. Yet, somehow it felt like it was his fault, a burden settled in his chest and made his stomach feel empty. He should have eaten his lunch.
 
Also, any connection between him and Charity looked to be severed as she scowled his direction. She mouthed something to him that looked like ‘you promised’, but it was hard to tell because of the severity of her frown and the fact he was no longer making eye contact with her. Jeez, he hated disappointing other people. It felt like the whole car was counting on him, so he did what all cowards did — he gave in.
 
“Fine, I’ll help you get the merit badge if I can,” Adam volunteered. “I don’t want you to lose any scholarships because of me.”
 
“You’d do that for me?” Katie asked excitedly.
 
“What a big helper!” Lindsey exclaimed.
 
Katie rechecked her notebook as Marisa gave Adam a fist bump, and Charity rubbed his inner thigh again. All in all, he felt like he made the right decision. Anything that kept Marisa happy, Katie from crying, and Charity touching him was a good move.
 
Adam watched Katie scribble through her book with renewed gusto. It was interesting to watch how intense the honor student got when the project was 'green lighted'. The Asian girl was like an Olympic sprinter and he'd been the one to fire the shot in the air, she didn't look like she'd stop until she reached the finish. Whatever that meant.
 
“We’re going to need to do some shopping before we get to the lake house. If that’s ok.”
 
“We have time to make a stop before we get too far from civilization,” Mrs. Hartmann said to the backseat. “I’ll let you girls shop while Adam and I hang out in the car.”
 
It was almost dark when they stopped at the drugstore for ‘babysitting supplies’, whatever that meant. The sky was burnt orange and the street lights began to glow. The girls moved chaotically throughout the car trying to gather fallen purses and lost cell phones.
 
Charity made it a habit to accidentally fall over him a few times while they gathered their things, she was awfully flirty, but it was a welcome distraction from the nervousness and chaos. Marisa and Charity skipped into the store while Katie, G2W book in tow, was pouring over some kind of shopping list just outside the car. Katie looked back at him with a special twinkle in her eye, and an unusual predatory look on her face that he was not used to seeing.
 
"Hey Adam, what's your waist size?"
 
He quickly answered, but he had no idea why she suddenly needed that information. Or why he even gave it to her. Or even why she looked so excited when he did. Charity wasn't the only girl he found confusing on this trip.

Now, he was stuck with Mrs. Hartmann, and she kept trying to make small talk with him. He could hardly focus on what the MILF had to say, wondering what Katie needed to complete her precious checklist, wondering why he agreed to help, he wondered why he decided to go to the lake house. He looked at Lindsey and wondered what she was wearing under her clothes. He wondered about everything. Adam spent a lot of time thinking to himself and coming to conclusions, but he didn't understand any of this, and came away with more questions than answers. He settled himself into the pink princess car seat, which was giving him a wedgie, and tried to figure out just how he'd learn to go with the flow.
 
Mrs. Hartmann kept conversing as she re-applied her make up, using the rearview mirror to make sure her lips were on right. She looked young enough to be an older sister to Marisa. Alright, a much older sister to Marisa. Still, she didn't look anything like his mom, for which Adam was thankful, Jeremy wanted to spend the night at his place too much as it is.
 
“You’re such a good friend to do this for Katie," Lindsey said to him. "Now I know why Marisa likes you so much. You’re not exactly Superman, but you’re a hero in my book. There’s nothing sexier than a man who is willing to help out a friend.”
 
She watched him squirm for a bit in the mirror, pursed her fresh ruby lips, and she blew him a loving kiss.
 
Oh, jeez. What had Adam got himself into?

[Pierry Louys]

Oh my 

[Bel George]

I like it already and I'm looking forward to what's to come.
While he may not like it himself, I'm a little jealous of Adam and what's in store for him.

[direking]

3
 
It was dark by the time they made it to the private dirt road that led to the lake house. The gravel made a comforting, crackling sound against the tires as they drove. The night made everything peaceful inside the car. The radio was finally silenced, but the girls were giddy with excitement, speculating plans with hushed voices as the night did little to dampen their enthusiasm, only lowered their volume. Adam couldn’t see beyond the menacing looking trees that lined the road, but it looked like they were going to be pretty isolated out here. He liked the idea of that.
 
The Handley burgers were pretty good, they gobbled them down just as they ‘left civilization’. Adam ate despite his nerves, he did skip lunch after all. He found out that the sensation of hunger was stronger than his anxiety. Yep, everything was calmer in the dark, except for Charity.
 
The seductress used the darkness as an opportunity to sneak in soft caresses, kisses and dirty whispers, all without anyone noticing. The cheerleader teased and teased, forcing Adam to fight an erection almost the entire time. Fight wouldn't be the right word, he did little to stop her advances. She was good at her craft, her hands were a pair of swooping birds that would slide down his chest and snake up his thighs. She softly moaned in his ear, once she’d even sucked his middle finger down to the knuckle. He was thankful for the dark, he didn’t want the whole car to see him pitching a tent in his shorts.
 
His mast was fully raised when they pulled up to a quiet looking cottage on the edge of a moonlit lake.
 
The girls hopped out as soon as they stopped, they ran around in the dark, screaming and laughing. Their shrieks of delight cut through the peaceful silence only nature could provide. Adam stayed in the car ‘for reasons’, as he waited for his hardness to subside. When everyone calmed down, the girls and his penis, they tasked him with unloading their bags, while the girls readied the house taking the plastic bags filled with babysitter supplies with them.
 
Adam struggled to pull out a pair of gigantic suitcases from the trunk, he may have been the 'man' of the group, but it was ridiculous that he'd have to carry the heavy bags when he was the smallest out of the four. Mrs. Hartmann stopped him before he was able to pull a suitcase free. She already had what could be assumed a cocktail in her hand, the ice made a soft clinking sound against the glass with her every move.
 
“Sweetie, those are mine, and they’re staying in the car. I’m not staying at the house with you guys. There’s a resort and spa on the nicer side of the lake, and I’m well past the age of pretending to enjoy ‘roughing it’. I’m more of a pampered and petted kind of girl.”
 
“You’re not staying with us?”
 
Adam was shocked by this revelation. Even though Lindsey was far from ideal chaperone material, she was at least an adult. Now they were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no one to call the shots. This was another new experience for him, the excitement tugged at his heart, and the nerves came to visit again. He didn’t know what to do, so he kept talking.
 
“That means that we’ll be all alone — without a car,” Adam stammered.
 
Lindsey pulled him closer with the non-cocktail hand. He could smell the alcohol around her, he was certain she shouldn’t be driving, and also certain that he didn’t want to be in the car when she did. The hot mom began to rub his back, Adam squirmed away from her touch, but she was so insistent.
 
“Adam, honey, we need to talk.” Lindsey smacked her lips as a point of emphasis. “We’ve been coming out here ever since Marisa was a little girl. The house is the perfect blend of the great outdoors and hot running water. This was my princess’ castle, a place to get away from it all, it represents the escapism that we shared together. Now, I find my escapism in the firm hands of a masseuse named Alejandro, while Marisa chooses to bring her friends here. In all of this time, Marisa has never invited a boy to the lake house, which means you’re the first. I would hate for your unease to ruin a good time for Marisa.”
 
This was the second time today that someone told him to lighten up. The first came from a floozy party girl, the other from a wine-happy, supermodel mom. Was he really wound up that tight? He knew how to have a good time, it’s just these women and what they were doing to him made him so nervous. It wasn’t like Adam chose to be antisocial, he hated the way he was acting. He felt like he was wearing a dunce cap for all the world to see.
 
“Besides, you’ve got yourself a babysitter if you’re that nervous.”
 
Then she shook his shoulders, ruffled his hair, and gave him a nice, wet kiss on the cheek that left behind a pair of ruby red lips. Adam fought the urge to immediately wipe his cheek and wondered how he was going to mentally erase the TMI, especially the Alejandro tidbit. He didn’t need the mental image of tan hands running down her body.
 
“Did someone say babysitter? — Wait a sec, you got something in your face.”
 
Katie crept up to Adam, licked her thumb, and scrubbed away the lipstick left behind by Lindsey’s kiss, and she looked awfully proud of herself after doing so. The two wannabe moms exchanged a wink.
 
Lindsey commented, “it looks like I’m leaving you in good hands.”
 
Katie helped Adam unload the car, he brought in the heavier bags while she labored with the smaller ones. Mrs. Hartmann drove away the second all the bags were inside. It looked like she was in a hurry to get to a late night massage appointment.
 
The cottage was quaint but gorgeous. The downstairs was a large living room with comfy looking chairs and couches, a television with vcr, and a gray stone fireplace that highlighted the room. Beautiful rugs covered the well kept wood floors, there were paintings of landscapes on the walls, and the recessed lighting gave it all a comfortable modern vibe. Much different than he expected after seeing the rustic exterior. What was he expecting? He didn’t really know. Somehow, he had the mental image of mounted animal heads, creaky floors and musty smells. Unfounded expectations were weird that way.
 
Marisa made drinks in the kitchen that flowed seamlessly from the great room. As he walked to the kitchen, Adam marveled at everything like an amazed tourist, gaping open mouthed, imaginary camera at the ready. For the first time, he was excited to be there, and he wanted to tell Marisa how thankful he was, it was the polite thing to do.
 
“Marisa, thanks for inviting me to this cool place. It’s super nice and stuff.”
 
“You’re welcome, Adam. I’m so glad you decided to come with us. I wasn’t sure that you would since you mostly keep to yourself. Sometimes you’re hard to read, you don’t say what’s on your mind too often.”
 
“I don’t really have much to say.”
 
“Then we should change that.” Marissa smiled as she handed him a drink.
 
Adam assumed what was in the red plastic cup was a coke. He drank a bit, he was right.
 
Charity was already in her pajamas, the red halter top and matching pajama shorts let a lot of skin show. A part of Adam didn’t want to notice how good she looked, the other part couldn’t help but gawk. He watched her wide-eyed as she danced into the room.  
 
“Hey Chars, looks like you’re already getting comfortable.”
 
Marisa snapped along to the imaginary beat that moved Charity around the kitchen.
 
“So what are we going to do now?” Charity asked, she sounded super excited. “Are we playing truth or dare, strip poker, maybe spin the bottle? I can kiss a girl tonight, I’m feeling it.”
 
Adam nearly spit out the coke in his mouth, the carbonation tickled up his nose, then slid back down his throat, and he began to cough. His face turned purple as the two girls laughed, he tried playing it off, but he needed oxygen to breathe.
 
Suddenly, Katie was next to him smacking his back, which wasn’t helping.
 
“Please don’t choke while I’m supposed to be babysitting you,” Katie snarked, “I’ll never get my G2W merit badge if you die.”
 
“What do they not offer a badge for child neglect or assassination?” joked Charity.
 
“I’m fine, I’m fine.”
 
Adam waved them away with his hands, taking deep breaths to prove he was okay. The crisis was averted, mostly. Now the whole room was staring at him like he told a dad joke. They were getting awfully protective of him, weren't they?
 
Marisa grinned from behind her own red cup.
 
“You know, Adam. If you can’t handle drinking like a big boy, I’m sure we have sippy cups lying around somewhere.”
 
"I don't need a sippy cup,” Adam answered.
 
"Good, I'm not joking that we have some. We have a lot of stuff from when my baby cousin came a few months ago, although she's probably outgrown them already. Kids normally grow up, not down."
 
"Lay off him, Marisa,” Charity remarked, “he just swallowed wrong, it happens to me all the time.”
 
The cheerleader hugged Adam from behind, he felt her breasts against his back. He felt violated and validated at the same time. He was so tightly wrapped in her embrace that he could barely move. Not that he was trying to get away or anything.
 
Marisa asked, "Did everyone find themselves a bed?"
 
Everyone except for Adam. He hadn’t even seen the entire place yet. Eventually, Charity decided to let him go so Marisa could give him the grand tour. Marisa pranced through the kitchen and living room telling stories and making jokes about the historical value of every piece of art or furniture, Adam saw that her mom was right about one thing: Marisa really loved this house. They climbed the stairs as a group, Adam really liked the landing that extended like a balcony of the living room. There were two rooms adjacent to the landing on the second floor; the primary bedroom and a guest bedroom, the only bathroom in the cabin was on the other side of the primary bedroom. Weird design. The bedrooms were well decorated, ornate, and looked incredibly comfortable after a long day like today. The fact that there were already bags next to the three beds upstairs, leaving him the only one without a bed made Adam uncomfortable. Maybe Charity was in the mood to share? Though that put them in the same room as Katie, who didn't look like she was the sharing type. 
 
Adam wondered, "where am I sleeping?"
 
"Ah, Adam's found out the only rule that my mom left me with,” Marisa turned towards him to address his question. "Sorry, boys aren’t allowed to sleep with us upstairs. I believe her words were 'unbecoming of a young lady'. You'll be sleeping in my old bedroom downstairs, I hope you don't mind."
 
Adam didn't mind until he saw the bedroom. 
 
He asked, "How long ago did you sleep in here?"
 
The girls all laughed. The room was a pink catastrophe; pink walls, pink dressers, and a pink bed with fuzzy pillows, glittering throw pillows, and little unicorn pillows. The bed was nothing but pillows and pink, it was like the booster seat had morphed into an entire room. A poster of a tiara on the wall said 'keep calm and stay royal'. Adam wasn't calm and he wasn't royal, he didn't want to sleep here. It embarrassed him to just stand in a room like this, it was just like the car seat in the car, and lines had to be drawn somewhere. He began to fume, a heat rose from his chest and settled in his jaw, his anger begged for him to open his mouth so it could all come out.
 
"You're not intimidated by little girl chic, are you?" Charity teased.
 
Adam knew the game that she was playing, she was reminding him of what she said in the car. Sure, Charity was all ‘go with the flow’ because she got the cooler room upstairs. Then he thought about what Mrs. Hartmann said about this place being Marisa's special getaway. He didn't want to be the one to ruin things, even if he had to deal with a pink room. It was just a color, it was just a room. However, things were getting kinda weird here.
 
"Is it too late to get it repainted before we go to bed tonight?"
 
To his surprise they all laughed again, but at his joke — not him. That made Adam feel good; well, better than he felt before. He let the positive feeling carry him as he went to fetch his bag from just inside the front door. However, there was no bag there. He looked around the couches, then the kitchen, and eventually made his way back to the pink nightmare room. The girls were going through all of Marisa's childhood things, playing with dolls, laughing about old toys they used to have. Charity wore a faux crown adorned with plastic jewels and waved royally from the bed with a cupped hand.
 
"Do you guys know where my bag is?"
 
The room stopped having fun. He was the fun ruiner.
 
Katie asked, "You didn't bring it in from the car?"
 
"No, I thought you did. I brought in the big, heavy bags that you guys brought, and you were supposed to bring in the small bags —like mine. All of my clothes were in there, my toothbrush and stuff, too. We need to call Mrs. Hartmann and get her to bring it back."
 
"That's not going to work,” Marisa replied, “she's probably already at the spa.”
 
“So what am I going to do?”
 
"Relax, it's not a big deal, we can get her to swing by tomorrow with all of your stuff. If you don't have any pj's you could always sleep in the buff." Charity whistled and shook her hips.
 
"He's not sleeping naked on my old bed," Marisa protested.
 
“Do you have any old stuff that could fit him?” Katie asked as she rifled through one of the dressers. “Maybe he could wear that until his stuff comes back tomorrow.” 
 
Adam would not be doing that, he was fine with the way he was dressed.
 
"I'll just sleep in what I'm wearing."
 
Adam was proud of himself for not putting up a fight, this ‘going with the flow’ stuff wasn't rewarding, but it wasn't as bad as being the rotten apple in the bunch. He didn't want to ruin the fun, he'd made a promise to Charity in the car, but that wasn't driving him. He was learning to let go of trying to be perfect. That's what made him nervous. He'd always thought that there were perfect things to say, perfect ways to do things, but he was now realizing that nothing was ever perfect. Sometimes you get invited to the lake house by three beautiful girls, and you have to sleep in the pink room. Other times you may have to wear dirty underwear while you wait for a friend's mom to be fondled by a Latino masseuse before bringing you a clean pair.
 
"Now that the drama is over, let's go hang out in the living room,” Charity announced. “Also, the last one in pajamas has to pay a forfeit.”
 
Marisa asked, "Who made you the boss?"
 
"Why Marisa, I'm the queen."

Charity laughed as both girls ran upstairs to their bags as if her words were royal decree.

[D503]

Welp, I cant wait for more! Always wanted to do story in this vein - great writing.

[direking]

I'm hoping to post 4 chapters this week, including this one. Thanks for reading!

4

 

If only all of their pajamas were as fun and as revealing as Charity’s choice of clothing. Katie wore an oversized karate tournament T-shirt and athletic shorts, while Marisa had on a plain pink shirt and a pair of pink checkered pajama pants with a drawstring at the waist. Adam had to admit to himself that he was a little disappointed that the lingerie or nighties didn’t make an appearance. However, he was having a good time, laughing and talking as they sat in a circle on the floor. Charity had him push the couches away to make ‘more space for fun’ in the living room. He didn’t know why she wanted the extra space, but it wasn’t his place to question the queen.

 

“Looks like we’re all here — but someone has to pay the forfeit,” announced Queen Charity.

 

The two girls came down the stairs at the same time, Adam had no idea who was actually the last one dressed in their pajamas. He looked at the girls, and they looked at him. He blinked at them, they smiled back, but still nothing happened. Then it dawned on him, he was the only one not in pajamas, that meant he’d have to pay the forfeit.

 

“That’s hardly fair!” he complained.

 

“Sorry, it’s the queen’s rules, and we all have to do what she says,” Marisa explained.

 

“Whatever. What do I have to do?”

 

Charity tapped a regal finger to her chin, taking her sweet time to decide his fate. What would she make him do? What salacious, nasty perversion would he have to perform for the mighty queen? The thought made him nervous, he began to sweat as his heart beat faster in his chest.

 

“You need to bring me a flashlight!”

 

Charity held her open hands out wide like she was prepared to accept Excalibur, not a lame flashlight.

 

Adam got up and brushed himself off.

 

“That’s it?”

 

“Yeah, that’s the best I can come up with for right now,” Charity conceded, “Marisa, where do you keep your flashlights in this place?”

 

Marisa looked aimlessly around the room, it didn’t look like she knew where the flashlights were kept.

 

“I know we have one in the shed just behind the house, but I don’t know if we have one in here. Why can’t we just use our phones?”

 

It didn’t look like Queen Charity approved of Marisa’s suggestion, her lips curled down into a frown, and she straightened her back and rolled her shoulders. She now sat taller than the others like a person of importance, her height proving to the room that she was at least half a step above them in station.

 

“We can’t use our phones because the queen asked for a flashlight, you imbecile peon. If I wanted to use our phones, I would have said so.”

 

“That’s fine, I can get the flashlight if that’s what the queen wants,” Adam said.

 

“We can use more brave knights of your caliber,” Charity said as she slowly anointed him with an invisible sword.

 

Adam humbly accepted the praise, this was all fun and games. He was learning to go with the flow.

 

Katie asked, “Isn’t it kind of dark out there?”

 

“Do you think he’s afraid of the dark? Would you like to go with him and hold his hand? You’d probably end up making out, and I’ll be stuck without a flashlight for the rest of the night.”

 

Charity let out one of her royal laughs, which was mostly an evil laugh with a side of panache.

 

They both blushed. Katie and Adam were definitely the most sheepish of the group, and her snipe hit some nerve that they both shared. The two couldn’t even make eye contact, and Adam awkwardly hustled to the back door after putting on his shoes, trying to physically escape from the secondhand embarrassment.

 

He opened the door, it sure was dark. He couldn’t even see a shed in the back, he couldn’t see more than a few feet away.

 

Marisa called out something from the living room, it sounded like the ‘mud’, but Adam didn’t hear all of it as the door closed behind him. He moved slowly at first, taking in the night air and letting his eyes adapt to the pervasive darkness. His steps came in small shuffles, careful not to trip over a tree root or something. He finally found the shed a little over dozen yards away, a tiny white paneled building that was just cute and quaint enough for him to know it belonged to this house.

 

Now with his eyes on the prize, Adam took a big step and his feet slid out from beneath him. He stumbled and grabbed for anything for support. Luckily, he caught a thin tree with both hands that kept him standing. He hugged the tree, caught his breath and saw the ‘mud’ Marisa warned him about. There was a patch a few feet wide that he had to walk through to get to the shed. With shorter, more careful steps he crossed the treacherous ground and was safely across the hazardous terrain.

 

The flashlight was easy to find, on the closest shelf at eye level, and he flicked it on to make sure that it worked. A bright light shined in his face, blinding him for just a moment. It was a bad idea to look straight into it, even Adam knew that was stupid. The colorful floating circles now in his eyes were a good reminder of that lesson. He walked his way back to the house, flashlight in hand, making sure to avoid the mud pit by walking around it. Life was a lot easier when you went with the flow, not sweating the small stuff. Adam took a confident step, and his feet again went out from under him. This time there was no tree to save him. This time there was nothing but sweet, wet, and mushy earth to catch his fall.

 

He’d done a complete somersault after landing on his side, a full roll through the patch of mud. He laid there for a moment, unable to quickly get to his feet. Adam crawled his way back to drier land covered head to toe with caked dirt, cursing the whole way.

 

The girls were waiting for him before he had a chance to open the back door. Marisa said she tried to warn him, and that he needed to be more careful. Katie asked if he was okay, and said he should have asked for help dealing with the mud. Charity called him an idiot and told him not to get anything on the floor. Also, she said he screamed like a girl.

 

“I didn’t scream like a girl,” Adam claimed while trying to shake the mud from his hands.

 

“You totally screamed like a girl, why did you think we're all back here?” Charity quipped as she watched him, “I thought you were getting raped by a bear.”

 

They all laughed, all except Adam. Another thing the girls all did was insist on Adam cleaning up outside — which meant ditching his clothes. He sulked outside the back door as Marisa hustled up an outfit for him. Adam just knew it would be glittery and pink, juvenile and embarrassing. This was becoming a nightmare again. At least Charity stuck around to comfort him, or joke with him, because that was what she was doing.

 

“Dude, when I told you to lighten up, that didn’t mean to go mud sliding in the backyard. You’re too much party for me, Adam. Have you thought about turning it down for once?”

 

He tried not to laugh, but her face was so serious and funny at the same time that he couldn’t help but smile. She also looked ridiculous wearing the undersized crown.

 

“You’re doing great, much better than you did at school or in the car. You’re not talking like a caveman anymore, and you don’t look like you’re about to throw up all the time. When you make a mistake, it’s better to own it than regret it. You can’t take back any of the things you regret, they just happen and you have to come up with your own way of dealing with it.”

 

She looked like she was going to give him a hug then remembered he was still covered in mud. Charity settled for a playful slug to a clean spot on his shoulder before heading back inside. How was he supposed to ‘own’ falling in the mud? Adam muttered cuss words to himself as tried scraping himself clean. He left his socks and shoes at the back door, and his clothes ended up in a plastic bag from the impromptu shopping stop.

 

The trio of girls had him wrapped in towels as they escorted him to the restroom upstairs. Charity wolf whistled and pulled at the one wrapped around his waist every chance she could while Adam fought her off. The other girls just rolled their eyes and tried not to sneak a peek at the mostly naked boy.

 

The bathroom was as nice as the rest of the house, ornate cabinets lined the walls, flawless mirrors hung over a pair of sinks, and a two person shower was nestled quietly in the corner. The towels matched the wallpaper, the adjustable recessed lighting gave the room a soft, comfortable vibe. The crown jewel in the center of the room was a built-in, hot tub looking bath with dozens of jets and a shining faucet. It looked like a bathtub for NASA, with various knobs and buttons along its edge. It was the nicest one he’d ever seen, Mrs. Hartmann struck him as a bathtub enthusiast.

 

Marisa turned on the tub and fished her hand under the faucet to check the temperature of the water.

 

“Why can’t I just use the shower?”

 

“I don’t want all of that caked mud to clog up the drain,” Marisa answered. “What’s so bad about using the tub?”

 

There wasn’t anything wrong with the tub, it’s just it was so out in the open. Adam wasn’t sure how private his bath was going to be, especially with all three girls in the room with him.

 

“Can I at least have some privacy?”

 

“Actually,” Katie interjected, “I’m going to have to help you with your bath. It’s in the G2W guidebook that I have to bathe my charge to get my badge. So you other girls need to leave.”

 

“You’re going to give me a bath?”

 

Adam was incredulous. This was not going with the flow, he still had a shred of dignity that he kept snug to his chest, even tighter than he held the towel to his body.

 

“It’s not like I’m going to have to touch you or anything. I just have to participate in bathing a child, I don’t even know what that means — besides, didn’t you agree that you’d help me in the car?” Katie put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

 

“We can always make this a bubble bath, and he could protect his modesty that way.” Marisa produced a purple bottle that looked like bubble bath for kids. “That is if he doesn’t mind smelling like grape candy for the rest of the night.”

 

It wasn’t much of a choice, Adam thought to himself as he watched the bathtub fill with grape candy scented bubbles. Katie agreed to look away while he slunk into the hot water and covered himself up with as many bubbles as he could muster.

 

She unwrapped a bottle of tear free soap and shampoo, and she handed it to Adam, her eyes looking as far into the corner of the room as possible. He ran the soap up and down his body, watching the mud pull away underneath the bubble canopy.

 

Katie asked, “Can I wash your hair?”

 

Adam looked at Katie for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. What could be the harm of allowing her to wash his hair? He handed over the shampoo to Katie and expected the worst.

 

What he didn’t expect was the cranial massage that came with the hair wash. The way Katie softly rubbed her fingers against his scalp made his toes curl, there was no other feeling like it. It reminded him of a dog that kicked its leg when someone scratched its belly in just the right way. He had to fight a moan coming from his lips, it would have been a little too lewd for Katie’s comfort.

 

“I knew you’d like getting your hair washed. You’re one of those boys who likes getting Pampered.”

 

All Adam could do was nod in agreement, Katie was right about him loving this head rub, but he didn’t care for the way she pronounced pamper like it had a capital P.

 

A loud knock from the door interrupted the far-too-intimate hair wash, Charity made mocking moaning sounds from the other side.

 

“You guys need me to light a few candles in there for the two of you — maybe play the violin? We don’t have all night for you two to play hanky-panky in the bathtub. Move it!”

 

Now that the mood had been ruined, Katie splashed him with a handful of soapy water. He didn’t dare splash her back.

 

“I think she means for us to hurry up. Let’s finish washing your hair and see what the stupid queen has in store for us. You probably want to lean your head back, you don’t want to get shampoo in your eyes even if this stuff says it’s tear free.”

 

He was squeaky clean and back into a towel, Katie had gone back downstairs, and they sent Charity back upstairs with a bundle of clothes. He was half right about the outfit they had for him. The pajamas were juvenile and embarrassing, but it wasn’t pink or glittery at all. The outfit was a matching turquoise pajama shirt and pants. The front of the shirt had a smiling cupcake with words that said ‘i’m a sweetie’. The pants had dozens of different colored cupcakes up and down the legs. This was hardly something that he’d wear, but he could think of worse things that could come out of the pink nightmare room. He grabbed the clothes as Charity made another playful attempt at his towel. Out from the clothing bundle fell a pair of purple panties, which had cupcakes on it as well.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“A pair of panties, we wear them under our clothes,” Charity answered matter of factly.

 

Adam looked at her and scoffed. He didn’t even want to touch the girly underwear.

 

“Did you guys really think I’d wear panties?”

 

“I don’t think there are many other options here. I’m not sure, but there might be some of her cousin’s leftover diapers to put on your baby butt. I’ll just have Marisa find those instead.”

 

Diapers? That was ridiculous. Suddenly, the panties didn’t look nearly as threatening compared to diapers. Still, he wasn’t going to wear them. They were girly and for little kids, like for little girls. He wouldn’t dare think about putting them on — the ‘go with the flow’ had to stop somewhere.

 

“You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want, that’s your call. However, you’re either wearing pajamas or nothing at all, your clothes are too dirty for the house — so you’re either a cupcake or you’re eye candy. It doesn’t matter too much to me.”

 

He closed the door and put on the cupcake pajamas. They were a little tight but they still fit him better than he wanted. The shirt rode a little high exposing his stomach. The pants were far too short, stopping a few inches above his shins. He was going to make sure Marisa heard what he had to say about the panties. That was going too far, it was time to put his foot down.

 

“Remember to own it,” Charity reminded him from the other side of the door, “because I’m the queen, and you still have to do what I say.”

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Adam expected the girls to all laugh at him when they saw his pajamas, he knew he looked ridiculous, but they didn’t seem to really care. Marisa and Katie were caught up in talking about school, prom, or other things that were on their minds. Queen Charity was nowhere to be found, which didn’t look like good news for Adam. She was probably planning something nefarious for all of them, him being the most likely victim. For the first time since the car he had found himself wanting his phone again. He searched around for Katie’s purse, the place where he last saw his phone.

 

That’s when Marisa caught his eye.

 

She was back in the kitchen after finally finishing her conversation with Katie about anything and everything. Adam needed to tell her about the underwear situation, about how ridiculous it was to try to make him wear panties.

 

“Marisa, I’d like to talk about the underwear situation,” Adam said as he approached her.

 

“Underwear situation?” She looked at him a little confused.

 

“Yeah, the underwear situation,” Charity interrupted from behind Adam. “The underwear situation is that he’s not wearing any, and he wants everyone to know it. Adam, you sly dog.”

 

Marisa looked mildly disgusted, she covered her mouth with her hand as she put her drink back down on the counter.

 

“You mean to tell me that you’re rubbing your junk all over my childhood pajamas?”

 

Adam didn’t know what to say, especially now that the entire room looked at him like he just kicked a cat. It was time to own it, time to assert himself and say something in his defense, but nothing came out. He muttered and sputtered, trying to find a legitimate reason not to wear childish underwear.

 

“That’s why I threatened him with the diapers,” Charity added with a grin.

 

He could’ve killed her at that moment, he really could. Adam turned on her with clenched fists, only to find that she’d completely changed her outfit. Her short shorts and a halter top were covered by a princess costume way too small for her. The skirt only came down mid thigh, she looked like she was some shimmering gladiator queen with long white gloves that went up to her elbows, shiny plastic costume jewelry that hung around her neck, around her wrists, pearl earrings accented her ears, and an oversized opal ring on her left index finger. So that’s what she was doing while she was gone.

 

“You like it? I found it in the trunk in Adam’s room. There are tons more costumes that you haven’t told me about, Marisa. As your queen, I think it’s time we use them to play a game.”

 

Marisa gulped down her drink, eyeing Charity from tiara to toes. Things were about to get more interesting now, an invisible electricity spread through the teens, the excitement of the unrestrained and the unknown. Everyone in the room could feel it, even the clueless slowpokes like Adam.

 

“What took you so long, Chars?” Marisa asked after throwing the empty cup over her shoulder. "You disappeared for like thirty minutes.”

 

“I just was in Adam’s room for like a second, what’s in your drink, girl? Hitting the sauce already?" Charity answered. "It doesn't matter, this queen is always on time because the party doesn't start until she shows up."

 

“So what do you have in mind, Queen Charity?” Marisa mocked.

 

“I do declare that some of us are dressed in such boring attire that I can’t possibly have a good time,” Charity spoke with a terrible posh accent. “I think a change of clothing is in order, for I am the queen, he is the cupcake, and you two are just plain boring.”

 

Charity pointed at Katie with an authoritative white gloved finger.

 

“This one cares too much about her grades, she’s all homework and no fun. You, my girl, will dress as a school girl. Let’s make that a naughty school girl.”

 

This made Katie break out in a series of blushes and giggles. She took a long dive behind a nearby couch to hide. It didn’t look like she was planning on coming out either, especially after she pulled a quilt down from the couch and covered herself like a child hiding from a monster. It was partly pathetic, but endearing in its own way. Charity and Katie were so different from each other that Adam even wondered how they were friends. Dressing like a naughty school girl was a Charity thing, not a Katie thing. That was clear to him even before getting into the SUV. 

 

Marisa stood still in the kitchen with drink in hand as she waited for her friend to arbitrarily boss her around.

 

“Now for you, my sweet dear. We both know that Adam isn’t the first boy you planned on bringing here. I think you should wear the costume that you bought for — you know who. Also, you have to wear the ears, too.”

 

There were three emotions that went through Marisa at that moment. The first was anger, her face turned fire engine red and her eyes went wide, she had the same look as Adam did when Charity mentioned diapers. The second was regret, Marisa regretted telling Charity her secrets, it was as clear on her face as the anger — especially the secrets from her love life. Lastly, and more subtly, there was a hint of betrayal in the request. Adam knew Marisa enough to see through the anger and regret to see the betrayal.

 

Marisa groaned, "I'm totally going to have to kill you, aren't I?"

 

The queen ignored her friend and continued her glorious reign regardless of the interruption.

 

“So it has been declared a sexy costume contest. Adam the walking, talking cupcake will be our judge. Loser has to pay a forfeit of MY creation, and I assure you that you’re going to want to win. You have ten minutes, go!”

 

The girls shot off into the pink room, they took their costume contests seriously around here. Queen Charity ascended her throne, a leatherbound easy-chair that she dragged in front of the fireplace, centering herself in the middle of the room. Adam just twiddled his thumbs and tried to keep his hormones in check. Which was a full time job in itself. Countless visions of schoolgirl Katie and sexy dressed Marisa swam through his head. Adam looked around the room for some sort of distraction because his pajama pants were getting tighter and tighter.

 

"A penny for your thoughts, Sir Knight?" Charity asked from her throne, loving her authoritative position more by the minute.

 

Adam shrugged from his spot on the sofa.

 

"I'm not thinking of anything, really. I'm just surprised how wild you guys get, did you just now come up with a sexy costume contest?"

 

"You'd be surprised by the crazy stuff that goes through my mind, especially when I'm bored. You're lucky that you decided to wear those pj's. I had other plans for you, but you make such a cute cupcake. So don't think you're immune to the games we play this weekend, falling in the mud only spared you one potential forfeit."

 

"Thank you, I guess," Adam mumbled.

 

The queen beckoned him over to the throne with a single curled finger and a sinister grin. Adam's feet found a life of their own as he made his way to her, his head down in a bastardized mix of cowardice and reverence. She ran her gloves over his face, held him by the cheeks, and scratched the underside of his chin. Then she took both of her hands, placed them on the top of his head, and pushed him to his knees in front of her. The act was clearly sexually charged, and Adam just fell to the floor under her control. Charity asserted her dominance with slow and steady movements, she didn't need the crown or throne to make him bow. When she got her point across, she lifted his head by his chin, looked down into his brown eyes and deep into his submissive soul.

 

"You can thank me later, I guess." 

 

He was still on his knees when Marisa and Katie collectively cleared their throats. Adam scrambled back over the couch, hastily covering his crotch with a square tasseled pillow. Adam tried to sit as naturally as he could, but it was hard. Before him stood the pair of costumed girls, and each one dressed as sexily as they could; well, as sexily as they could in ten minutes.

 

Katie wore a short black skirt and a white button down shirt rolled up to show off her midriff, long black socks went up to her knees. Her hair tangled up into two quickly managed pig tails. She looked awkward as he felt, pulling her skirt down in a feeble attempt to bring some modesty to her ensemble. Katie didn't usually dress this way, but she looked great, especially great to Adam. Damn, those pajama pants felt too tight. He pressed the couch pillow further into himself in frustration.

 

Then there was Marisa, dressed like a bunny. A playboy bunny. Her body was covered could have been described as an opaque black one piece, and there were fishnet stockings connected mid thigh by a garter belt. The skin from her breasts to her shoulders was bare, she let her hair hang loose and free. There were black velvet bunny ears atop her head like they belonged there. Marisa winked and shook her white fluffy bunny tail at him. Just who was she planning on wearing this for? This was something he'd expect to see at a wild sorority party, not on one of his friends. Were they friends? Adam felt their relationship change by the hour as the night went on. Marisa was attractive enough in normal clothes, and it was hard not to objectify her now. Especially since his mind took mental snapshots like a paparazzi, saving them for later use. He couldn't believe that they could go back to business as usual after seeing her like this.

 

"So what will it be, my brave knight? A naughty school girl or a slutty bunny. Take your time, I like the way they look, too."

 

He had almost forgotten that there was a game going on, and that he was the judge. That made things even harder, if that was possible. There was no way he would be going against Marisa, this was her lake house, and she was the one to invite him in the first place. That being said, Charity gave great advice, and he took his time leering at them like a horny barfly. It felt like minutes before he could open his mouth to talk.

 

Adam cleared his throat. "Marisa."

 

Marisa celebrated with some sort of rump shaking victory dance, bouncing her butt and making her cottontail flop up and down. She raised her hands in the air, snapping and clapping her way back into the kitchen, sliding her feet across the wood floor. 

 

"The slutty bunny wins!" Charity exclaimed to her invisible court. "Come hither, you naughty school girl, and prepare for your forfeit."

 

"Of course he'd pick her, this is so stupid,” Katie grumbled. “I can't believe I agreed to doing this."

 

The honor student had a dejected look about her, her shoulders slumped and her head hung low in defeat. Katie was so used to winning that losing had to be somewhat of a new feeling. Adam was used to losing, he knew exactly how it felt, and seeing Katie put through the ringer over his choice made him feel bad. He wanted to tell her that it was a difficult choice, rather more of a hard choice, but he couldn't find the words fast enough. Adam didn't like that this game made someone feel bad, and he knew he was guilty of something, he just couldn't quite pinpoint why he felt that way as he watched her take slow, sulky steps to Charity's throne.

 

Charity held Katie by the shoulder blade, turning her to face Adam and Marisa.

 

"An excellent contest, I'd say. However, the brave knight Cupcake has spoken, and we have a winner, also a loser who needs to pay the forfeit. I'm not a cruel queen, I'm a beautiful one that's always fun, always right, and always um.. capital. So the forfeit the slutty school girl must pay -- she gets to be spanked ten times by my knight. Alright, over his knee. Chop! Chop!"

 

Katie screamed, “You wouldn’t dare!”

 

The karate kid glared at Charity like she'd ask for her to stand on the ceiling, or for something equally outrageous. Words and emotions began pouring out of her mouth as Charity tried shushing her.

 

“Charity, I swear that I —“ Katie foamed at the mouth.

 

Adam protested, "I don't know if I'd want to —"

 

"Sir Cupcake, which hand is your dominant?"

 

Adam held up his right hand. At that moment, Charity spun Katie around and pushed her over his lap. Knocking away the modesty pillow that he was using to cover up, and replacing it with a flailing, kicking Katie, her short skirt already sliding up her thigh from her tantrum. He just sat there while she squirmed on his lap, he had no idea what to do.

 

"What are you waiting for?" Charity continued sans British accent. “Smack her ass!"

 

"You better not lay a finger on me you little perv!" Katie screamed at Adam.

 

The room was a chaotic mix of laughter and anger, yelling and screaming — both adamantly telling Adam to take completely opposite actions. To spank or not to spank, that was the question. The room was wild, this game was crazy, and this night took a thousand different turns in every direction. Somehow, Adam was in the middle of this madness with a school girl over his lap, and he was expected to spank her. Jeremy would never have believed any of this would happen. Adam surely didn't when he got up from that cafeteria table as nothing but a bundle of nerves with a packed sock filled with condoms.

 

"Are you going to do it or what?" Marisa yelled over the melee. "Are you going to keep playing the game, or are you going to quit? That goes for both of you. If you choose to play the game, you must pay the forfeit because that's what makes the games fun. If you don't want to be fun, don't play them at all. Do you two get that?"

 

The pair on the couch didn't like getting scolded. Marisa wielded a motherly tone that came as a surprise to Adam. Well, it was her house after all, and maybe she was the one really in charge, not Charity. Her sharpness brought a standstill to the wild excitement, Katie stopped thrashing on his lap and Charity stood quietly over the pair, Adam just now noticing her foot held Katie in place, just waiting for him to start.

 

"Ugh, I can feel his boner," Katie complained.

 

Adam felt embarrassed, but he couldn't exactly cover himself up now that she was on his lap, he fought to push her off his erection but she wasn't budging — Charity’s foot saw to that.

 

"That means that he likes you, Katie. You see, when a man loves a woman — yadda-yadda. Why isn't she getting spanked?"

 

The nerves made his hand shake, his palm trembled as he raised it into the air. How hard was he supposed to hit her? And how was he supposed to judge how much it would hurt? Adam didn't know whether or not he was supposed to hurt her, this was all too new and confusing for him. Katie was also in a precarious position modesty-wise, her skirt was rising, but she had a pair of shorts underneath. It was still pretty scandalous to Adam. So he just brought his hand down onto her skirt covered butt with a soft thud.

 

"Come on, hit her harder, make them count. Or we're spanking you," Charity threatened.

 

Adam held his hand a little higher, and brought it down a little faster, his palm finding the skin just below where the skirt stopped. A satisfying pop sang out as he prepared to do it again. Smack, Slap, Smack his hand rained down on her butt, the movement felt natural and smooth after the first couple of smacks.

 

Still, his heart thundered in his ears, his vision blurred, this was way crazier than he even dreamed this night would be. Something primal took over him as his hand kept raising higher and coming down faster. Katie writhed in his lap letting out soft groans, or moans, and her body tightening and flinching with every swing.

 

After ten swats, Katie flew out of his lap, she was definitely keeping count. She brushed off butt, tried again to pull down her short skirt in vain, and turned on Queen Charity in animalistic rage.

 

The blonde cheerleader knew not to put up any fight against the black belt, particularly when she looked that angry. Katie ripped the crown off her head in one swift motion. She held the plastic tiara in a clenched fist as she glared at everyone in the room. First at Charity who stood still awaiting rebuke, then at Marisa who'd at least stopped victory dancing, and finally at Adam who was still on the couch, wide-eyed and scared to death.

 

"I should throw this in the lake!" Katie yelled. Which was unnerving because she was always so quiet. "But if I did, I wouldn't be queen. You are not going to believe what's in store for you tomorrow, I'm going to get so much revenge on you guys that you're going to wish you were never born. Oh, I'm going to spend the rest of the night coming up with ways to get back at you. Especially you, Cupcake!"

 

She stared down Adam as she slid on the crown, he looked around the room wondering what he did wrong, or if that even mattered anymore.

 

Long live the queen.

[direking]

A final ‘calm before the storm’ chapter.

Thanks for reading.

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The night felt different after the ‘spanking incident’, the girls huddled upstairs in the guest bedroom conducting a meeting that Adam clearly wasn’t invited to attend. He paced around the downstairs pretending to appreciate the art on the walls and reading the magazines on the coffee table. He really wanted his phone back, but he didn’t want to disturb the girls and rile up Katie again. Her angry threats were still fresh on his mind.

He eased back on the couch and picked up another magazine. Honestly, they all looked the same to him, each page as boring as the next. Adam quickly thumbed through the endless ads until he could find an actual article. The thin pages flickered through his fingertips. Then he saw it, plain as day, spelled out in black and white block letters.

You’re in the dollhouse, Adam.

He quickly pushed the magazine out of his hands and it tumbled to the wood floor. The periodical lay harmlessly on its side, it looked innocent enough. It wouldn’t grow teeth and attack him, it was just a magazine. Still, Adam watched it with wary eyes, it took a moment to catch his breath and gather enough courage to pick it up again. He tried to flip back to the page where he saw the strange words, but he knew that he wouldn’t find it. It wouldn’t be there. Just like the message he saw on the highway coming here, it was just figment of an active imagination. He decided it was best to put the magazine down and head to bed. 

The inexplicable could be attributed to the long day, an afternoon and evening where the blood flowed to other places than his brain. 

No, Adam shook his head, there was no way any of that ‘dollhouse’ stuff was real.
 

And that was that.

He eventually found the way back into the pink nightmare that was supposedly his room. He didn’t want any ownership of anything in here. The white costume trunk sat wide open — bits of cloth of every color, sparkling feather boas, and random pieces to other costumes littered the floor. Adam rummaged through the clothes for a few minutes before deciding to clean up the mess the others made. This might be a way to get back into their good graces, and there was little else for him to do.

Were they mad at him? — if they were, what did he do wrong? Once again he felt clueless, they were impossible to figure out. Sometimes he was the center of attention in a room full of smiles, other times he was cast away from their secret meeting without an explanation. Adam would have plenty to tell Jeremy about the mercurial nature of women after all of this was said and done.

Adam was almost done cleaning when Marisa came into the room. She was back in her boring pajamas but looked happy, which was a good sign. Adam put on a pair of oversized glasses and slapped on a silly face for a cheap laugh. He got one.

Marisa asked, “How’s your night been?”

“Different? Good, I guess.” Adam never had a way with words, especially around pretty girls like Marisa.

She sat down on the floor next to Adam and the trunk, combed through the various accessories in a wistful manner. These miscellaneous things were junk to him, but they probably meant more to her than anyone else. Just like his Pokémon collection back in his room.

“My mom was an actress, everyone in school knows that. What they don’t know is how much she wanted me to follow her footsteps. When I was little, we’d spend the day writing scripts for each other, performing our creations at night. It’s weird that I’m almost twenty, and the past seems so far away. She’d probably get a kick out our little contest, that the costume trunk got one last hurrah before college.”

“I don’t think Lindsey would appreciate how good you looked in a pair of bunny ears,” Adam said with a sheepish grin.

“Who did you think picked that whole outfit out in the first place? It was her idea to surprise my boyfriend for his birthday. She even suggested I jump out of a cake, which was ridiculous. I want to be sexy, not a stripper.”

Well, it was time for him to wrap it up and call it a night. He’d heard just about everything he needed to know about Mrs. Hartmann. When she wasn’t getting a rub-down by a Latino masseuse, she was picking out lingerie for her daughter.

“I had no idea your mom was like that,” Adam said.

“Don’t sound so shocked, that’s just the way my mom does things. Everyone is different in their own ways. Her idiosyncrasies, or whatever, is what got me the lead role in the play. The hours and hours spent playing pretend led to the real thing. I’m actually pretty thankful for all that she’s done.”

Marisa got up and walked to the closet door, and Adam followed to see what she wanted to show him. She flipped a light switch and the closet became alive with rows of colorful costumes. All were hung with care and wrapped in plastic for the sake of longevity. There were post-it notes written in cursive spelling out a date and role on each one. She flipped to the dress that she wore for the play that fall. A black no-nonsense number that brought back countless memories to Adam. He was sure it did the same for Marisa.

“You remember this dress?” she asked with a smile.

“Of course I do, it was only a few months ago that we were performing ‘A Mother Knows Best’.”

Adam ran his hand ran up and down the sheer plastic between him and the dress, as if touching it made the memories come alive again.

Marisa shuffled through a few more dresses, there had to be a few dozen tightly packed in the small closet. She was looking for something else. Adam’s eyes went wide when she found it, the sailor suit that he wore for the play. It was wrapped in plastic like the others, his name written in cursive on the post-it note. At first, he was happy to see it again, like it stirred up funny memories of the two of them practicing and performing together. Then he remembered how it made him feel embarrassed about the whole thing. The smile faded from his face almost as quick as it arrived.

“Don’t be like that, Adam. The audience loved you. When you wore this you made everyone laugh, it’s not easy to get a positive response like that when you’re on stage. Making other people happy comes naturally to you, there’s a future in acting if you’re interested in developing it.”

“I don’t think I want to be on stage again. I only had like five lines, and you made me practice them every single day.”

Marisa looked at him, casting a spell with a bat of an eye. Sometimes, it felt like she had telepathy like Professor X. She could convey an order to him with moving a muscle. Adam knew exactly what she wanted, and he did not want to give it to her.

“I’m not gonna say it,” he protested.

“Yes, you will. It’s my lake house and you have to do what I say.”

“Did Katie die and make you queen?”

Marisa put her foot down without saying another word, Professor X style. She was the boss of the lake house, the reason he was there, and Adam would do well to remember that.

“Fine. I’ll say it,” Adam sighed.

“And make the face we practiced.”

He scrunched up his face into one of a petulant toddler. Adam clenched his fists at his side, bouncing them his angrily against hips, and he stomped his feet against the ground to make the tantrum complete.

He closed his eyes and yelled with the whiniest of voices.

“But I want to play with my toys!”

Marisa laughed. Charity laughed. Katie laughed. Adam didn’t know they were even in the room. He watched them all stumble to the floor, mocking his voice and his words as they laughed so hard that they struggled to breathe. He hated that play, and he hated that sailor suit. Adam tried stomping out the door, but Charity stopped him.

“That’s a classic,” Charity giggled, “you shouldn’t be mad that we laugh when you’re being funny.”

Adam asked, “Am I the only one that doesn’t find it funny?”

If he were to guess, judging by the way the room was still in stitches, he was the only one who didn’t find it funny.

“You shouldn’t get your panties in a bunch,” jested Katie, the crown was still on her head, and she still looked miffed at him.

“He isn’t wearing any panties,” Charity corrected.

Katie grabbed Marisa by the arm dragging her to the doorway.

“Well, we’re all about to go to bed, and we were making sure you guys weren’t making out or anything. Charity said you’d be knocking boots if we didn’t come down here and drag Marisa back upstairs with us. I’m glad I came downstairs because this whole thing has been enlightening, and it’s given me some great ideas for tomorrow — when yours truly gets to be queen.”

Oh, Jeez. Katie looked happy to be queen, even happier than Charity wearing the plastic crown. All of this didn’t bode well for Adam, he’d have to be on his toes tomorrow.

[D503]

Great stuff - I did indeed wonder if Katie was "putting on a show". Can't wait for for the storm!

[direking]

I appreciate the comment. The girls have a secret agenda that’s not in Adam’s best interests. How they go about implementing that agenda, and the reasons for doing what they do, vary for each girl. Separating between what’s for show vs. what is real will be a challenge for an awkward young adult like Adam. That’s what makes it fun.

Let’s just say Katie wasn’t happy about being spanked for this masquerade, and is too competitive to just let it go. So she might break rank a little bit, and go on the offensive.

Also, a reminder, all characters are over 18. And there is a smutty tag for a reason.

Thanks for reading.
 

7

The night was long and boring. Adam tossed and turned beneath the pink sheets, pressed his head against the pink pillows — he’d long kicked the pink comforter and stuffed animals to the floor. The bed was too soft, his mind raced too fast, and everything was just too much for him to fall asleep. He counted the Pokédex from memory, twice. Nothing seemed to take his mind off the girls, the fabric of tight pajamas pulled at his legs and the shirt made his back itchy. Adam didn’t dare take them off, Marisa would kill him if she found him in her bed naked.

Or would that be too bad, if she found him in bed naked? She’d probably snuggle up close to him, her bunny ears tickling his face as he caressed her from behind. Her hand wrapped around him as they kissed. Too bad it was just a fantasy, a daydream to occupy his sex addled brain. He was so tired that the daydream felt real, or was it a real dream and he was falling asleep? Adam was getting flustered again, he thought about sneaking off somewhere to take care of himself, maybe that would help him sleep. But it was so late at night, he wanted to go to bed, and he had no idea where he could go to find any privacy. The only restroom he knew about was connected to the bedroom upstairs. He doubted Marisa would appreciate him sneaking through there to take care of his hard on.

There would be a shower awaiting him in the morning. A hot, steamy shower and he wasn’t just thinking about the water temperature. Yes, Adam thought about sex. It just wasn’t all the time, but tonight there was little else to think about. He rolled over and thought about everything else, hoping that his distracting erection would subside. Eventually, midway through the third round of reciting the Pokédex, Adam fell asleep.

He didn’t know which sound woke him, the faint groan from an old door hinge or the soft steps of someone sneaking into his room. But he was up in flash, looking around, rubbing whatever rest he got away from his eyes. Adam rose up from the bed ready to fight whatever intruder came into — it was Charity, she was tip-toeing his way with her hands behind her back.

“Wha —?”

She shushed him and pushed him onto his back as she sat down on the side of the mattress. Charity placed whatever she was hiding behind her on the bed. Adam raised his head to see what it was, but she again pushed him again to his back. It was dark and confusing, and Charity had a hungry look on her face like she was on a diet and he was chocolate cake. She pressed a finger to his lips, keeping him quiet.

“There is only one rule tonight, Cupcake. You move and I stop.”

“Stop what?” Adam mumbled out from behind the finger.

Charity didn’t answer as she slowly raised his hands over his head, leading him to wrap his fingers around a horizontal bar in the head board. He kept them there when she slid the sheets down his body, exposing his juvenile pajamas — and his erection to the cold night air as it snuck out from beneath the pajama pants and strained against the elastic waistline. Adam thought to protest, pulling himself up from his spot, and he remembered his one rule: 'One move and she will stop'.
 
And Adam desperately didn't want her to stop. He gripped the headboard a little tighter in anticipation, pulling himself up from the mattress ever so slightly. Charity ran her slender fingers up and down his chest, gracefully sliding around at his exposed stomach, and abruptly stopping right above where he really wanted her to go. She clicked her tongue at him when he bucked his hips to force her to touch him. Charity was in total control, and things were going to happen on her time. Adam just wished she'd hurry up, he felt like he inches away from dying, and seconds away from begging for relief.
 
When Adam proved to sit still like a good boy, her hands trickled down his chest like raindrops on a windshield, drifting downward without a pattern or any predictably at all. Nothing about Charity was predictable, except her reputation for ‘passion’. Adam had heard tales of her escapades, rumors about what she'd done with whom was fair game for gossip in the hallways. He was clueless, but he at least had ears. Now he was under her control, he was now seeing Charity's expertise firsthand for the first time. She gripped the waistband of the cupcake pajama pants and pulled them to his mid-thigh. Adam took in a deep breath as he watched her take in his nakedness, unsure how'd she react, unsure if he was big or small, different in any way.
 
"This here has all got to go,” Charity whispered as she ran her fingers like a claw through his pubic hair. "When you shower, I want you to shave all of this nasty stuff away. I want you smooth as a baby. Are you listening, Cupcake? When I tuck you in tomorrow night, if you’re smooth down here — I’ll suck you off.”

Adam was listening. He moaned and thrust into the air while Charity just giggled and ran her fingers up and down his thighs. She turned around and came back with a small bottle of baby oil, she opened the bottle and took a big sniff like she was testing a scented candle. She thrust the bottle under his nose and he did the same. It reminded him of a nursery or a daycare, places where he’d find babies or changing tables. Where he’d normally find baby oil, next to a pack of wipes and a stack of diapers.

“Remember, you can’t move.”

He didn’t need reminding, but he nodded to her as she turned again, returning with something small hidden in her hand.

“Baby,” Charity whispered, “I’m going to need you to close your eyes and open your mouth.”

The words came like commandments, and Adam followed them without hesitation. His eyes closed tight and his mouth went soft, his lips slowly opening for Charity. The world was different with his eyes closed, every other sense heightened. She ran her fingers around his lips, they smelled of baby oil and tasted like they were as delicate as silk or velvet. He was softly kissing at her hands, sometimes catching a fingertip or a knuckle with his mouth. Charity made sure he kept his eyes closed when she replaced her fingers with something else. Something small and plastic, but he wanted it so much to be in his mouth, so she eventually obliged him. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it unconsciously at first. Then he opened his eyes.

Square between his lips was a pink pacifier, he could barely see it just over the ridge of his nose. However, he knew exactly what it was when he moved it around his mouth with his tongue. What in the world was this? Was Charity into raving or something, or was it some freaky sex thing that he’d never heard about? He tried to say something but her finger was back at his lips, pushing the paci back in place.

She only had one command now: “Suck.”

So he did — slowly and softly at first, with methodical suckles between each deep breath. When she poured the delightfully cold baby oil over his hard on, he began to breathe faster and suckle harder. Adam moaned through pacifier as she wrapped an oily hand up and down his length. That’s when she began to pump her well-practiced hand up and down.

Adam began to fight. If he didn’t, the pleasure would all be over before it even started. He fought the losing battle against the sensations that she brought, the sweet words from her lips as she whispered encouragements with every pump, and he didn’t dare look at her bouncing breasts as she pulled her top down, revealing an overflowing zebra print bra. He tightened his grip around the head board until his hands were slick with sweat and his knuckles turned white. His toes curled beneath the blanket, his hips had a mind of their own, swaying to and fro simultaneously wanting more of her touch and dreading it at the same time.

“Come on, you can do it. Be a good boy, you can do for me it. Just let it all out, baby.”

Her words ran in circles around his head like a toy train, the encouragements that came between raspy breaths were desperate and pleading. Just like his body was desperate and pleading.

“Suck your pacifier like you’d suck on these,” Charity whispered as she cupped herself with her free hand.

There was rising sensation that crept down his body, he was reaching a point of no return. Adam pitched back and forth, sucking and griping, thrusting and driving his hips into the air. The pleasure was now in control, he lost the battle well worth losing. She could feel it as well, sliding the bedsheets further down his leg without losing her grip, she leaned over his body as he got closer and closer.

Adam moaned, “Charity, I’m gonna —“

That’s as far as he got before he came, and he’d never came so hard in his life. It felt like the entire world shattered around him, the pieces crumbled and fell from the sky like stained glass. He felt Charity grip him and tuck him into the pajama pants, she kept her hand tightly around him as he thrusted into her palm through the fabric. His pants became a sponge, and Charity wiped away the excess mess on his pants leg.

Charity exclaimed, “What a big mess, baby!”

It was the first orgasm that didn’t come from his hands. A euphoric experience that took everything out of him. Adam only had the strength left to nod, his world eclipsed in warm satisfaction. The intensity left him drained, he closed his eyes just for a second and she was gone. So was the pacifier, so was the baby oil. It was like she was never there at all, Adam rolled over and fell asleep right away.

[D503]

Oh wow! Hot af. Naughty wet dream boy who can't control his night emissions.

[Mugi]

Great chapter! I wonder if Adam will be forced to wear diapers soon ?

[direking]

8

Adam felt pretty good about things when he woke up the next morning; even if he had the strangest, most vivid dream about Charity, pacifiers, and baby oil. Stuff like that was way too weird for real life.

Rays of sunlight filtered through the blinds, forming geometrically pleasing lines across his bed and the floor. Outside his room came the chittering sounds of squirrels and birds as they began their day. Adam also heard the chitter-chatter of the girls in the living room. From the sounds of it, he was the last one to wake up. So he rolled out of bed, and headed to the living room to join them.

Marisa and Katie were on opposite facing couches, talking in hushed voices while drinking sugary, carb friendly coffees. Some of the magazines he thumbed through the night before lay open on their laps, but they didn’t look to be reading them. Everything was peaceful, and everything felt right. Soon Mrs. Hartmann would be there with his real clothes, goodbye 'i'm a sweetie' cupcake pajamas and hello normal clothes. All of this wardrobe-themed nightmare would end once he got his bag back.  Of course, he then remembered that Katie was the queen, and that she'd promised a rough day for the rest of them. Her threats were especially specific to Charity's Cupcake, which was him. However, he had some newfound confidence that put some pep in this step, and he had no idea why.

“Good morning, Marisa,” Adam greeted her, still walking on sunshine.

“Good morning, Ada — what the hell is all over your pants?” Marisa screamed.
 
He looked down and was shocked to find a huge wet spot on the borrowed pajama pants. Suddenly, he felt sticky down there, a gross and yucky feeling, like hadn’t taken a bath in a few days. It was horrifying. Not to mention, it was wildly embarrassing for the girls to be the ones to point it out. How'd he not notice this when he got up? He tried covering it up with his hands and retreating towards the safe confines of the pink room one backwards step at a time. Adam knew the damage was done, but he still toddled in reverse to get away from the girls. There had to be some logical explanation he could give them before the speculation started.
 
"Did you have an accident or something?" Katie wondered aloud. "I read that it was common for kids to have an accident during a sleepover, maybe he was afraid of going to the potty. It happens to the shy kids the most."
 
"I didn't have an accident!" Adam insisted.
 
Marisa asked, "Then what happened?"
 
Adam wilted under the harshness of their stares and shuffled back into the pink room, where he slammed the door behind him and fell to his knees. He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled them away in frustration. He would have screamed, but he always lost his voice when he got mad, upset or scared. Adam was all of these at once.
 
Charity! Adam remembered that she came downstairs, snuck into his room, and took advantage of him while he slept. She assaulted him, forced him against his will! Well, actually he knew better than that, he more than complied with everything she did -- he loved it. The truth would set him free. He'd tell them that he and Charity 'hooked up', they'd laugh it off and go back to reading their magazines. All would be okay and normal again, if Adam would just open his mouth and say -- what? They wouldn't believe him, not for one moment. They were oblivious to Charity when she teased him in the car, they were out of the room when she made him kneel to her, and they were asleep when she came in the middle of the night to finish the job. Adam had to tell them so that they didn’t think that he wet the bed. Courage was hard to come by sometimes, especially for cowards like him.
 
Knock, knock.
 
"What do you want?" Adam sniffled. 

Was he crying? Not yet, but he quickly rubbed away the still forming tears. He didn't want to add ‘crybaby’ to the laundry list of degradations he suffered so far this trip.
 
It was Katie.
 
"We need to check if you got your bedsheets wet, we have to wash them so they won't stain."
 
They opened the door and the two girls filed in, their arms were crossed and concerned expression affixed to their faces. Adam wanted to hide from their piercing eyes, they were judging him by the second, and he was getting tired of it. Why couldn't they just let it go? So what if he did pee the bed? Even though he didn’t. They made it their business to barge into his room and boss him around, and he didn't like it one bit.
 
Still, he was silent as Katie cautiously rubbed the bed with her hands, quietly hoping that there wasn't a mess there either. He didn't notice his pants were wet when he woke up, and he'd never even thought to check the sheets until they came into the room.
 
"The good news is that the bed's dry."

“I told you I didn’t wet the bed,” Adam insisted. He sounded extra sassy for good measure.

It was hard to make the point stick as he sulked on the floor. Still, the makeshift detectives were trying to get to the bottom of this case, and Adam was proving to be an uncooperative witness. Marisa made it clear she wasn't leaving without an explanation, he'd have to come up with something. Why couldn't he just tell the truth?
 
Marisa asked, "Adam, did you jack off or something?"
 
"No, that's not what happened," Adam tried to explain, but for some reason he couldn't. He just wanted them to go away. He wanted that more than anything, more than he wanted Charity to keep touching him last night, and more than he wanted to go back home. Everyone should just go away and allow him to wither away into nonexistance where he belonged.
 
He screamed, "Why don't you two leave me alone?"
 
"Leave you alone?" Marisa was also beginning to raise her voice. "You wake up with a giant wet spot on my pajamas, and you don't explain yourself when we ask you what happened. You either peed yourself, or you did something nasty that I don't want to talk about. Either way, you're the one that's way out of line, I had no idea you were so childish!"
 
The entire room scowled at Adam, even one of the unicorn pillows that he had kicked to the floor had its beady little eyes on him. 

He felt it again. A slowly spinning whirlpool started churning in his belly that was fed by his self loathing and insignificance. A seeping, sucking pit that gobbled up his insides, drank the blood from his heart and drained the air from his lungs. A black hole of being. Adam wasn't dead inside, just on hospice. He watched from his deathbed as the two girls stared at him in silence, his last will and testament was that he wanted to be left alone.
 
"Katie, go ahead and get it from the closet," Marisa said, somehow she sounded calmer and meaner at the same time.
 
Adam knew what it was, but he watched anyways. His heart sank further into the pit as Katie brought sailor suit out of the closet. It was still packed away, nicely wrapped in plastic. It should’ve been harmless, but it wasn’t to Adam. Katie held it up for both Adam and Marisa to see, like a trader peddling her humiliating wares. Marisa wouldn’t dare, she wouldn’t make him wear that again — would she?

“Katie came up with making you wear this today as a joke, a part of that stupid queen game Charity came up with last night. I was against it, because I didn’t want to make things too bad for you, since you’re not used to our little games. I stood up for you last night and this is how you thank me? You don’t tell me the truth, and you’ve been completely disrespectful all morning.”

The room filled with the horrifying sounds of rustling plastic as Katie pulled the outfit free. Adam watched her lay the accursed thing out on the pink bed. The bed he didn’t wet.

“You can’t make me wear that,” Adam finally managed to sputter out.
 
“You’re right, I can’t make you wear anything. That being said, that is the least girly thing to wear that you’re going to find in this house, which was a good point Katie made last night. There’s nothing else but dozens of dresses and jammies. Honestly, I’m not giving you any of my old things anymore — look at what you’ve done. You soiled them, and I have half a mind to burn them. I didn’t think I’d have to wash out pee stains when you borrowed them last night.”

“I didn’t pee on anything, it was Charity. She came downstairs last night and made me —”

“Charity made you pee your pants?” Katie asked suspiciously.

“No she — “

Marisa pressed a hand into his chest, forcing him to stop talking. Her chest was heaving, her eyes narrowed and her face was beginning to turn scarlet.

“Charity is still asleep in her bed, where she was all night long, and she’d never come to you in the middle of the night for some romantic rendezvous. That’s nothing but your wishful thinking; you probably dreamt about it as you touched yourself, or you’re trying to get away with lying.”

“I’m not —“

“You just think she’s a slut because the school says she’s one. I’ve been dealing with that gossip bullshit for the last four years, but I never expected to hear it out of your mouth. You’re probably going to text your friends and tell them how you got laid as soon as you get on your phone. I swear all of you boys are nothing but horny cretins with one track minds.”

“You’re not letting me —“

“And you keep interrupting me while I’m talking to you! Start listening for once in your life. When I invited you, I thought you were just quiet, still mature enough to hang out with us. Now I know your problem, you’re THAT kid! The weird one who still wets the bed, or a freaky perv who gets off in little girl’s clothing. That’s why you never get invited to anything.”

Adam knew better than to keep interrupting Marisa as she tore into him. Adam also knew he shouldn’t cry, but the hot tears came anyways. In seconds, he became a red faced mess as the tears and the snot comingled as he blubbered inconsolably. There wasn’t any point to try stopping the sobbing once it started. He just let it happen, he went with the flow.

“Adam, I’m sick of —“, Marisa suddenly stopped as became aware of his crying.

“Marisa, don’t you think that’s a little too much? I can tell that he’s sorry, can’t you? I think you should give him a second chance, I’m sure he’ll find a way to make it up to you.”

Katie embraced him with a warm hug, the kind his mom would give him back home. He looked pathetic just standing there and crying, she had to do something. Adam didn’t say anything, he just melted onto her shoulder. Katie was normally quiet, but she had been showing off a strong maternal instinct all weekend. She held him as he slowly collected himself.

Marisa guiltily adjusted her shirt while waiting for Adam to finish crying it out.

“You’re right, I went too far. I lost it when he mentioned Charity. I’m just, I don’t know — I’m just so disappointed. I’m confused about what’s happening, and why he won’t tell me the truth.”

“I don’t think it matters what happened,” Katie voiced a more peaceful approach. “We need to get him out these dirty clothes and cleaned up.”

Marisa hissed, “You can give him a bath after I get an explanation.”

The black belt spun him around until he was face to face with Marisa, but Adam could no longer look her in the eyes, only at the floor between her feet. He now knew that Marisa didn’t even want him there, at least they still had that in common. He didn’t want to be there either, there was no getting out of this unscathed. 

Katie asked, “Are you going to tell us the truth?”

They didn’t want the truth, they’d never accept it anyways. Also, he didn’t want to risk pissing off Marisa again. She had already tore his heart from his chest with her words, Adam wished she had the strength to do it with her hands. At least then he wouldn’t have to live any longer. 

“Which was it, did you wet the bed or did you jack off?” Marisa asked. She was no longer pulling any punches.

Adam looked away. There were no words that would free him, so he chose to say nothing. It was rebellious, petulant and stupid, but he was not going to say that he’d wet the bed when he did not. Lines were drawn.

“So you’re still not going to say anything,” Marisa scowled. “Even after I gave you a second chance. You act like such a baby sometimes! Maybe we ought to treat you like one. Adam, you’re going to spend the rest of the morning helping Katie with her G2W checklist. If you don’t, I’ll call my mom to come pick you up and take you home. Also, since you’re such a fan of the gossip about Charity, I guarantee you that those same people would love to hear a story about a certain little boy and his wet pajamas.”

Blackmail. That’s how low of a road Marisa would take with him. If he didn’t do what she wanted, she’d ruin whatever social life he had left. Was there anything left for her to ruin?

“What if he apologizes?” Katie asked. “I know he wants to say he’s sorry, he’s just having a hard time saying so.”

Adam finally looked at Marisa and watched her face soften as his eyes became watery and his lips trembled. He let out two words that were true, words that came from his heart, and words he wished that would help this all go away.

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology,” Marisa replied.

“However, I’m not going to accept your childishness. Maybe we ought to give you a reminder to behave yourself. Something you can see so you stay in line. Katie, I want you to put the diapers on the table so Adam knows what he’s getting into if he decides to misbehave again.”

“The diapers or the pull-ups?” Katie asked.

“We can start with the pull-ups, I’m sure he will still get the message. I need to cool off so I’m going to go for a walk to clear my head. Adam, you need to be a good boy and listen to Katie. We can still make this trip fun again, but she’s in charge while I’m gone.”

With that, Marisa exited stage right and out of the lake house. Only Adam and Katie remained in the pink room, trying to pick up the pieces after the blow up.

“Diapers? What is she thinking?” Adam asked once he was sure she was out of earshot.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, they’re just a warning. Marisa has always been one for the over reactions and the dramatics. It’s still not too late to turn things around. If we’re fast enough we can burn through this checklist before lunch, then we can go back to having fun.”

Adam looked at the sailor suit that laid across the bed. It called to him. 

“I’m not going to have to wear this am I?”

“Oh, you’re totally going to be wearing that, think of it as the fastest way to get back into Marisa’s good graces. She can’t stay mad at you if you’re dressed sooo cute.”

[D503]

Great chapter - love the "whirlpool" description building up to his crying, the blackmail and the justification to further label him as childish. Silly boy didn't run with a wet dream excuse but then, they could've easily twisted that as well. ? 

[Bel George]

Damn, this is a fun story. I hope we get another chapter soon.

[Babyjustin25]

I enjoyed reading this type of stories... ❤️❤️❤️

[direking]

Thanks for the comments! I’m glad that you’re enjoying this story.

Thanks for reading.

9
 
At least a hot shower could give him some peace of mind. Adam leaned forward against the linoleum wall letting the water cascade down his back, his mind racing, still trying to understand the last 24 or so hours. A lot had changed since the cafeteria table yesterday. The weekend so far was a mixed bag, and all its contents were confusing.
 
First things first, women are difficult to understand.
 
Katie, Charity, and Marisa weren’t mountains to climb or conquer like he previously thought. That was a Jeremy-like point of view. Adam believed that there were keys to a woman’s heart, one just had to know the right combination. No, that didn’t even come out right in his head.
 
He turned and let the hot water run through his hair. The problem was that women weren’t something to solve like a crossword or sudoku, they were something to understand like modern art. Something to do with attention to detail and subtlety. If that meant anything.
 
Adam never dated because he didn’t know the right things to do or say, also he didn’t really try, but that was another matter. So how was he supposed to use this revelation to help patch things between him and Marisa? He didn’t know.
 
The lathered soap drifted down his stomach, thighs, sliding between his legs. His memory of Charity from the night before was a lot clearer than when he first woke up. She said that if he groomed himself, that she’d ‘suck him off’. Those were her lewd words, not his. At a base level, Adam at least understood Charity. She was aggressive and upfront. He liked her because she treated him like an adult, promised that her ways were more fun, and she was usually right. Things were always more fun with Charity Brown.
 
However, he was kind of mad at her because all of this ‘accident’ business was actually her fault.
 
If she didn’t seduce him in the middle of the night, Marisa and he would’ve never gotten into that awful fight, and she’d never have said those terrible things. Adam already said that he was sorry, maybe Marisa would apologize as well. It wasn’t her fault, really. When people are unable to accept the truth, it’s impossible to give it to them.
 
Adam ran his hands over his face, washing away the salty residue from his crying session. That wasn’t his proudest moment. Then there was the sailor suit, or whatever. He could put up with that, it sounded like he didn’t really have a choice in the matter. He would have to put up with that, Katie told him that much.
 
Then there were the diapers.
 
Adam had no idea why they ended up in various conversations and comments from all three girls. Now they were being used as a threat to make him ‘behave’. What was up with that?
 
What else was bothering him? He remembered those cryptic dollhouse warnings, one on the billboard sign, the other hidden in a girly magazine. They were ominous, foreboding, and terrifyingly unspecific. If someone was trying to warn him about something, they should at least give him a fighting chance by describing what was heading his way.
 
He pulled away from the jets of hot watery goodness. Sometimes Adam talked to himself in the shower, it was a hell of a way to settle make believe arguments. He always found a way to win those.
 
“Alright, to summarize: women are modern art not sudoku, and I’m okay with the sailor suit but not okay with the diapers.” Adam stopped for a moment. “Who knows what the dollhouse thingy is?”
 
All in all a good reflection session, things were much clearer now. Adam turned off the water, the world became quiet and full of calming drip-drops. He was about to leave when he saw the razor. It was pink and meant for one of the girls’ pits and legs, but it suddenly gained a different purpose for him.
 
Adam turned the shower dial back on, grabbed the razor, and carefully fulfilled Charity’s request.
 
Katie was polite enough to wait until he was out of the shower and wrapped in a pink towel before coming in with his sailor suit.
 
“Did you have a good shower and remember to wash behind your ears?”
 
“Yes, Miss Katie,” Adam groaned.
 
“Miss Katie, I like that. You’re going to call me that all morning. It’s all babysitter and teacher-like, gives me special authority over you.”
 
Oh, jeez.
 
“What happened to being queen?” Adam asked.
 
“I can be that, too.”
 
Oh, jeez again.
 
“Anyways, I’ve brought you a pair of my boy shorts you can use for underwear. They’re still for girls but probably fit you more like a pair of boxers.”
 
“Thanks Katie.” Finally, some good news on the clothing front to make him smile. “When are we going to call Mrs. Hartmann to come bring me my bag?”
 
“I don’t have her number, and I think Marisa is still out on her walk. Still, I wouldn’t ask her right away. She was pretty mad at you last time we saw her. It’d probably be the best strategy to let Marisa approach you rather than bother her with requests.”
 
Adam shrugged his shoulders, and walked towards the doorway where Katie waited with his clothes.
 
He took a step and she took a step back.
 
He took another and she was still further away.
 
The calm, peaceful presence that he usually associated with Katie morphed into something else, something that was cold, callous, and tenacious. He could see the difference in her eyes, somehow they tightened and focused on him. What in the world was she playing here?
 
He asked, “What’s wrong?”
 
“Nothing’s wrong.”
 
Something was wrong, definitely wrong. She had a mischievous look on her face, like she was elbow deep into the cooking jar. Katie closed the door behind her and slowly turned the lock. He was trapped in the bathroom with a black belt.
 
“Do you know what’s my favorite part about revenge? It’s all about the timing. When you do it is just as important as how you do it — like when you have them alone, wearing nothing but a towel and there’s no one there to help him.”
 
This heel shift was uncharacteristic of Katie, but quite typical for the way this weekend was going. Adam hoped she’d pull back and say ‘just joking’ or ‘you should’ve seen the look on your face’. However, he was smart enough to know better. He was trapped in the bathroom by not only a black belt, but a black belt on a revenge streak.
 
Adam hesitated. “What are you going to do to me?”
 
“I’m not planning on doing anything TO you. However, a few ideas did cross my mind, my first thought was to dress you like a school girl and give you a spanking. Just like you did to me last night. However, the biggest difference between you and me is that I don’t hit like a girl.”
 
He felt pretty confident that she was right, she’d won trophies with her board breaking arms. This brought him to an awful conclusion, he would have to give her whatever she wanted. There was no way he was going to physically get past her, Katie had the ability to lay down a bunch of hurt. Adam wanted no part of that.
 
“Let’s start by laying some ground rules, like my name. Say my name.”
 
“Katie — um, Miss Katie. Your name is Miss Katie.”
 
“You’re a quick learner, Adam. So we’re going to get straight to the point.”
 
She draped the sailor suit over the counter, careful enough to make sure it didn't wrinkle. All that was left in her hands was a pair of black boy shorts, but there was something else behind them. Sinister and hidden.
 
Adam shook where he stood, the room was suddenly so cold, the small droplets from the shower that ran down his face and chest had lost their heat. He felt like he was left out in the rain without an umbrella. Where was the sweet girl that was so excited to be his baby sitter?
 
“There are two ways this is going to play out,” Katie explained, “you do as I say, you play along, and you get to leave wearing underwear.”

That didn’t sound too bad, except for the underwear threat.

“If I have my way, everything that happens here will stay here. However, if you choose to exercise your independence, I'll beat you up and still do what I want with you. Then I'll tell everyone about what happened here, and getting beat up by a girl would be the least embarrassing part of that story.”
 
Adam wasn't interested in exercising his independence in the least, at least not until he found out what she was planning on doing to him.
 
"Um. What's going to stay here?" he asked.
 
It looked like he wasn't going to get an immediate answer, the boy shorts were thrown in his face before he could even react. He fumbled with the shorts for a moment and tore them away to find out that Katie now held something else. No longer hidden but just as sinister. It was rectangle shaped, white, and plastic looking, covered in pastel colored baby blocks, rattles and teddy bears. It made a sickening crinkle sound in her hand. She pointed it at him like a weapon.
 
Miss Katie asked, “Do you know what this is?”
 
Of course he knew what it was, and he was going to tell her as soon as his mouth started working again. First, he had to quiet the panic that was rising from his rapidly beating heart, making his arms tremble and his teeth chatter. He needed to kick start his brain again, because he felt paralyzed from the head down.
 
Katie cooed, “Use your words, baby.”
 
“ — A diaper.”
 
“That’s right, ba-by.”
 
Katie sauntered up close to him and tapped the diaper on his nose. Adam flinched. The diaper smelled like baby powder, that’s all he could think about, just how much that diaper smelled like fresh baby powder. Also, why wasn't he moving away, defending himself, doing anything besides flinching from a disposable diaper? Because he was a coward, that’s why.
 
“And you’re going to try this on,” Katie ordered.
 
Her face was inches from his face, her breath was minty fresh, but Adam only saw the cold, unrelenting darkness in her eyes. He backed up a step, and stumbled along the side of the NASA bathtub, almost losing his towel in the process. Katie loomed over him, stepping into his personal space and intimidating every bone in his body. For an honor student, she could be scary when she wanted.
 
“You’re crazy — I wouldn’t be able to fit into Marisa’s baby cousin’s diapers,” Adam squeaked.
 
And Katie smiled an awful smile. The kind that made you say ‘Uh-oh’ out loud. Just like Adam did when he saw the hungry way she looked at him.
 
“That’s where you’re wrong, Adam. These aren't her baby cousin's diapers, they belong to you."
 
"What do you mean those are mine?" Adam stammered.
 
His feet slipped out from under him, and he fell to his back onto the cold tile floor. He tried to sit up again, but his hands were too wet and his body shook too much. He tumbled back onto the ground, his elbows painfully slamming into his sides, almost knocking the air out of him. Adam couldn’t remember being this scared before in his life, and he'd had countless encounters with bullies of every type and in every grade. Miss Katie would be the one to take the cake, pinning him to the bathroom floor by her words alone.
 
"Do you remember when we went shopping, and I asked you about your waist size? Well, it turned out that you're just about small enough for the biggest diapers. I'm not talking about Depends, you know, old people's diapers. I'm saying that you fit into baby diapers."
 
The words sank into his brain, but he was only halfway understanding. Why in the world was she so interested in him wearing diapers? Unless she was — unless she was planning on treating him like a baby.
 
Katie asked, "Do you know who else wears baby diapers?"
 
Someone who wasn't him, that's who wears baby diapers, because he'd had enough of being pushed around that morning. The sucking, sinking feeling of blackness in his chest, all of that gooey oily bad stuff caught the spark of his anger and made his whole chest feel on fire. His rage was a tightly coiled wire, forcibly pressed until it became a spring that did nothing but store energy until it was time to break. And Adam broke. There were dozens of reasons not to break, but those didn't matter to the fire or the spring. This had gone on long enough.
 
Adam let out his war cry. “I’m not a baby!”
 
He wouldn't go down like this. He was not a baby, and he'd prove it to her — Adam swung out at her with both arms and both legs, but Katie was lightning quick, and every kick and punch fell harmlessly in the air.
 
Suddenly, her strong hands were wrapped around his arms, his legs were pinned by her knees, quickly immobilizing him in seconds. He glared at her while he tried to pull away in a feeble attempt to free himself. Adam kept struggling, panting for air through clenched teeth, still helpless against her fighting prowess.
 
There was no winning against TaeKwonDo champion Katie Nguyen. Adam tried lashing out again, this time he couldn't even move as she held him in place. Each failed attempt made him even more tired, which made him weaker, his arms fell limp in her hands. She shut him down like he was a feisty kid brother, nothing he did was ever a threat, and she had the patience not to do anything back to him. He sat around breathing heavily as she held him still, it was like he was in time out, and he had to wait until he was calm before she'd let him go. All he had left was his sassy attitude and angry eyes. Adam planned on using both.
 
"Adam, you need to chill out," Katie reprimanded. "You're going to end up hurting yourself by being stupid. This is just a silly game, you were all about spanking me last night, and when I get the chance to deliver the blows you freak out."
 
"But this is different, I'm — I'm wearing nothing but a pink towel, and you're trying to put me in a diaper."
 
"Alright, to be fair I'd call it an escalation," Katie conceded. "But it's hardly any different, and you know it. I could be doing this in front of the other girls, I'm strong enough to take you down and do whatever I want with you. That's why I wanted to give you a choice, and you started getting all scary and angry on me. You're the only one throwing punches in here, I promise you that you don't want that to change."
 
Adam wanted to argue with her, explain how this was totally different, but Katie was right in a way. They were in the middle of a game of power, control and humiliation. This could be her revenge act of the day, the meanest thing she did as the queen, and he was the one freaking out. Still, she looked scary as hell when she cornered him. It was the look in her eyes, the way she physically towered over him, that set something off in him. He wasn't much of a puncher, but he figured he threw a few before she pinned him down. Was he in the wrong here? Jeez, everything was so confusing. That all being said, he deserved some sort of explanation about the diapers.
 
"So why did you guys buy me diapers from the drugstore?"
 
"It was supposed to be a joke! Marisa and I thought it was funny that you still fit in diapers. The idea came from you agreeing to be the guinea pig for the G2W babysitting merit badge. There's a part of the checklist that says if the charge isn't toilet trained, I'm supposed to change their diapers. Marisa thought it was hilarious, the idea of me having to change your diaper. So we bought them and hid them in the house when you were unloading the car. It’s a bad joke at your expense, that’s all it is. When you started freaking out about your accident this morning, and she threatened you with the pull-ups, it gave me the idea to corner you with one of the diapers that we bought."
 
The more this came to light, the more ridiculous Adam felt. This all made sense, if you saw things differently. He was acting a bit ridiculous. Also, forcing someone into a diaper was a bit ridiculous as well. Someone ought to tell her that; not him, because he was still scared to death, but someone else should.
 
He tried to stand up.
 
"Adam, we're not done here." 
 
She had to be kidding, right? The joke was over, she'd gotten her 'laughs' even though she never actually laughed at all.
 
"What do you mean, we're not done here?"
 
"I still haven't got my revenge, and you haven't tried on your diaper," Katie answered matter-of-factly. The cold, callous Miss Katie was back.
 
"I thought you said that it was all a joke," Adam complained. "You're being serious about me wearing that?”
 
“Absolutely.”
 
“Why would I agree to that?”
 
“You’re going to agree to it because I’ll tell everyone that you did if you don’t,” she clarified.
 
It took a couple of seconds for Adam to work out the math in what she said. It didn’t change anything when he figured it out, he was trapped and had to do what she wanted, unless he wanted to try to fight a second round.
 
“If I put on a diaper, you'll leave me alone, and we will never talk about this ever again?"
 
"You're starting to get the picture, because if you say anything about spanking me over your knee, you know exactly what I get to say about you. I think my part would go great in tandem with Marisa's pajamas and the way you wet the bed."
 
Ah, hello blackmail, my old friend. Adam tried to sit up to argue, but she pushed him back onto the tile floor with a pair of well placed fingers to his collarbone. That hurt more than it should have, he rubbed at it with his hand as he grimaced. Katie still towered over him, even as she kneeled to the floor.
 
"Katie, what are you doing?" Adam asked.
 
"I'm helping you with your diaper, silly. And that's not my name, we went over this."
 
Adam twisted his hips away from her prying hands as she went for the pink towel, he tried to preserve his modesty, but she was fast enough to grab the knot that held his dignity together. Katie patiently waited with the fate of his towel in her hands, she needed his consent, his permission to let her tape him into a diaper. All was fair play in the queen game, if making her dress up like a naughty school girl and spanking her was fair, so was this. Katie was right, but it felt so wrong. He nodded, and all of the fight left him.
 
The shame was something else, Adam hid his face in his hands as he felt the pink towel unfurl as she pulled it away. Katie spread it out underneath him, covering the floor with the makeshift changing mat. 
 
"Wow, you're baby smooth down here," Katie commented on his no-no zone.
 
Adam peeked out between his fingers to see her face, it made him wonder if this was the first time she’d seen a boy naked in real life. Katie was mesmerized by what she had in front of her, slowing and stopping to just look. It wasn’t a look of admiration, but of curiosity.
 
“You need to tell your little boy to stay down,” Katie giggled, “this will be a tight enough fit already."
 
Adam realized he was slowly stiffening, he did his best to stop it, but there was little he could do once the process started. He tried to tell himself that it was a natural reaction in an unfortunate situation. It was the cool air, being naked in front of a girl, anything but the diaper that elicited this kind of reaction. 

He muttered an apology, unsure if Katie could hear him, or if the apology was to himself for putting himself in this situation. His mouth felt dry and his mind was almost empty. That was probably the best strategy for getting through this — emptying his mind and thinking of something else. Anything else. He appreciated the decorative ceiling and counted the softly glowing lights as the diaper rustled in Miss Katie's hands.

Katie manhandled him like a toddler, grabbing him by the ankles and lifting his legs in the air. Adam subconsciously spread his knees and raised his bottom as she slid the diaper underneath him. There was a sense of finality as she covered his freshly shaved no-no zone with the disposable diaper. Doubly so when she sealed the pair of tapes across the front. At least he didn’t need to feel embarrassed about being naked anymore. Katie leaned back on her knees when the job was done and gave his diaper crotch a playful shake.

“Are we done?” Adam peered out from between his fingers.
 
“Not yet, I want to have a looksie.”
 
After pulling him to his feet, Katie drifted back to the bathroom door. She admired him from afar, like a retreating camera panning away from the action, trying to fit the whole picture into a single frame.
 
"You look hella cute in a diaper, did you know that?"
 
No. He didn’t know that. The diaper felt weird and thick between his legs, and the plastic rustled with his every move. How the hell did this thing fit? Adam knew he was little, but he never realized he was THAT small. If he could fit into a diaper, what other things could they make him wear?
 
“Turn around so I can see how it all fits.”
 
He felt worse than naked, but he still did as he was told and modeled for her. Shuffling around in a circle, crinkling every step of the way. Katie was back on him in no time, pulling and tugging at the elastic around his waist, along his thighs, spinning him around by his shoulders. She looked satisfied with what she saw.
 
“Now close your eyes and put your thumb in your mouth,” Katie commanded.
 
Adam glared at her.
 
“Do what I tell you, and I want to hear you say ‘Yes, Miss Katie’.”
 
Degraded and defeated, Adam debated whether to make a last stand in the name of dignity. No, the best way to move forward was to just do what he was told. Miss Katie had already warned him about exercising his independence. Adam closed his eyes and slid a thumb into his mouth. 
 
He mumbled out, “Yes, Miss Katie.”
 
“Say cheese!”
 
His eyes flew back open as he heard the SNAP sound of a camera shutter. She took a picture of him in a diaper with his thumb in his mouth! Adam felt the return of that coiled spring and raging fire again, this time he was able to restrain himself to words instead of wimpy punches.
 
“I thought you said that if you had your way nothing would be leaving this room!”
 
“This is just an insurance policy,” Katie explained, her demeanor was entirely business-like. “It would be imprudent not to have one, it would just make things your word against mine. I’m going to leave you alone so you can get dressed. I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen waiting for your help on that G2W checklist.”
 
“But I —“
 
“No buts! You agreed to help me, and you’re going to follow through with your agreement. However, I’ll leave you with a promise of my own, I’m done messing with you as queen. Charity, on the other hand — her ass is grass.”

He wanted to rage. How had she absolutely thrashed him in every way? And so quickly.
 
“And Adam.” Katie paused at the door. “Feel free to take that diaper off, unless you want to be a big baby all morning.”
 
The door to the bathroom softly closed behind her, leaving Adam alone in his diaper. He didn’t have a clue what to do next, he just stared at that door expecting something, anything to take it all away. It made him feel cold. Everything about the room, the girl, and the diaper made him feel so terribly cold.

[Pierry Louys]

Poor Adam ! I think this is not a real baby diaper it is a bambino diaper if i not mistaken! Now I can only imagine Adam being treated and changed like a baby with his baby sailor suit 

[D503]

Excellent gaslighting making him think he's acting unreasonable. A great scene and a marvellous slow escalation. RUN ADAM RUN! ?