It was about twenty minutes before the knock on the door came. Once again I took up position the corner of the room so I could see without being seen. Rich answered the door with Vinny a step behind him. Kathy had apparently been grocery shopping for the last hour or so.

“Hi Kathy. Come on in.” I was amazed by how fearless Rich was. Here he was in a diaper inviting someone in to take a closer look.

“Thanks for watching him.” Kathy seemed none the wiser.

“Really, it was no prob-” He was cut off by Kathy who had just realize that Vinny’s red shorts had turned blue.

“Vinny! Did you have another accident!” The boy just nodded, ashamed. “What am I going to do with you?” She took him by the hand and began to pull him out of the door.

“Sorry Mommy, I couldn’t help it.”

“I’m so sorry about this. Thanks so much for dealing with this.” Kathy turned back toward Rich.

“I have a lot of experience changing diapers.” He replied with a smirk.

With that Kathy and Vinny headed back for their apartment. Rich walked into his bedroom and pulled off his pants. We had a few hours to kill before his mom came home and I had to go up for dinner. Usually in this situation we’d go swimming, but in our current state that was obviously impossible, and the video games we normally play seemed boring. We needed a new game.

“Have you ever played truth or dare?” He asked.

“No, never. But I know how to!” I was very excited about this, and he took my excitement as a sign that that I did want to play.

“Awesome! You go first.”

Now, as everyone knows, when playing truth or dare you always want to take a dare. But of course you always have to hide how anxious you are for a dare by taking a truth with your first turn. It’s not a rule of the game- but it might as well be.

“Truth.”

“God, you are such a wuss!” Apparently Rich didn’t know the unwritten laws of the game. “Ok… um… Have you ever kissed a girl?”

Sadly the answer was no. It wasn’t for lack of trying. I had been close a couple of times with the girl that lived in the apartment down the hall from mine. Unfortunately she moved out about a year before Rich arrived. He snickered when I answered his question. Now it was his turn.

“Dare.” He said it with this cool, Dirty Harry voice.

It took me a few seconds to think of one, but it seemed like such a natural choice.

“I dare you to… take a dump in your diaper!” We both fell over laughing, but I’m sure we both knew it was going to come to this.

It took a minute or two for Rich to get his bearings back and start to prepare himself for the dare. First he stood up and began to strain. From the look on his face I could tell he was having problems. Next he got on his knees and pushed some more. He was grunting and pushing his diapered butt further and further into the air with each push. Still nothing.

I moved behind him to get a better look at his thickly padded ass. Now he was on all fours and in the middle of one long grunt. Suddenly the grunt quieted, and was replaced by quick and extremely loud fart. Usually a fart would have been the height of comedy, but neither of us laughed at this one. We were both far to focused on what was happening in the back of his diaper. He pushed again, and now his face was on the ground with his butt a good three feet in the air. Finally he seemed to relax a little, and the back of his diaper started to expand slightly.

That’s when the smell hit me. It was an awful smell, but that didn’t stop me from moving closer. I placed my hand on his warming diaper. It expanded like a balloon under my touch. The bulge was growing so large that I thought to myself that it had to burst at any moment. But it didn’t- it just kept growing and growing. As the size of his diaper increased so did the heat and smell that came from it.

Finally Rich’s grunting stopped, and he relaxed. The room was silent except for the sound of rustling diapers as we moved. He stayed in that same position- on his knees, cheek on the ground, with his butt high in the air. He turned his face to me and he had a very satisfied look on his face. We both started laughing.

“Oh, man. Does that stink or what!?” He said as he was wiping tears from his eyes.

“I know! What did you eat?” I came to my feet.

He slowly lowered his butt, taking care not to let his now sagging diaper touch the ground. Then he came to his feet, but he kept his legs bent to keep the contents of his diaper from shifting. As he waddled to the door he turned back to me.

“Help me out of this, I need to take a shower before mom gets home.” I had completely lost track of time. It was now 4:30, and his mom would be back by 6:00. It seemed like plenty of time, but that smell had descended on the whole house now.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Grab a trash bag from the kitchen and follow me to the bathroom.”

I followed his instructions and arrived at the bathroom. Rich had already undone one set of tapes, and was supporting the heavy diaper with both hands. He undid the last three tapes and pulled the diaper from between his legs. He folded it up and dropped it in the bag.

“Toss that in the dumpster on your way out.” That’s when it hit me. I had to go home eventually, which meant I had to take the diaper off. But then I realized that this new diaper was thinner and more discreet than the one Rich had given me. I could put my pant’s on over it and, if I was careful, no one would know!

The bathroom door shut and I carried the trash bag back to Rich’s room where I put my pants back on. As I suspected there was almost no sign of the diaper under my pants. As I walked toward the front door I could hear the sound of running water coming from the shower. I opened the door and walked into the light of day.