Storytime | Let Mama Help With That - 1

At last. Today was the day.

He had been waiting for this, working for this for over a year.

Tonight, she was going to let him prove to her what a big strong man he really is.

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1 Year Ago

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Constantly making bets with each other was one of the things that kept their marriage so spicy and fun for so long. Both he and she were the type of person who in college would be the first people to jump at a dare, and it was their willingness to test each other with their constant playful gambling (and their respective willingness to follow through on most of them as well) kept them in a near-constant state of play.

Most times the bets were harmless and cute, but Luis thought his wife Gina might be going a little far this time.

“Are you for real?” Luis thought, now fighting the urge to find a way out of this as quickly as possible. When he had said he’d do anything to make it up to her he didn’t have something like this in mind. He looked down at his girlfriend who did not respond but lacked any trace of sarcasm in her expression. “Why?”

“Does it matter?”

“Uh, yeah, I think it does matter.” He looked down at the thing in her hands in disbelief. “Why this?” He pointed at the thing in her hand poking out from behind her folded arms.

“Why what?”

He bit his tongue, not wanting to rise to the bait. She was giggling now, and his ability to remain stoic was taking a massive hit. “You can’t even say it, can you,” she smirked. “You can’t say the word? Come on, you can do it. I want to hear you say it.”

The smugness. She’s enjoying this…

“Why do you want me to put on a diaper?” He said the last word in a choked half whisper. The things always grossed him out. Just the thought of them brought foul memories of being in the presence of freshly self-soiled infants bubbling to the surface of his mind. Her smile broadened.

“There we go! Was that so hard? I know diapers skeeve out, but you can’t even bring yourself to say the word. For someone who prides himself on being big and strong I’m surprised something as soft as the word ‘diaper’ scares you. As for why I’m doing this… well, I know what you’ve been up to recently and payback is a whore.”

She gave him a nasty look that made him feel as though she was x-raying him. He fought as best he could to keep his face passive, or else unconcerned. Inside, his heart began to race and the cold heat of dread began to crawl up the back of his neck.

‘Whore’?? Does she know? Does she know about…

“P-payback for what?” asked Luis as innocently as he could.

“I know we prank each other and make stupid bets all the time. One of the things I love about our relationship, but what you did at Benji’s cabin last–”

“Benji’s? You haven’t gotten over that?!” shot Luis, hoping that a little added anger at the reason would mask the deflection, “Listen, I didn’t know that’s all you brought! You usually bring like six bags of toiletries to stay one night at a hotel!”

“Yes, and you thought throwing my tampons in the campfire as revenge for losing at Monopoly was justified. I didn’t have anything else!”

“You did,” said Luis a bit sheepishly.

Gina scoffed and put on her best ‘arrogant jock douchebag’ voice. “Uhhh… ‘Benji’s little cousin still has their nursery upstairs, just grab a couple diapers and shove those in your panties! What’s the big deal, babe!? Duurrr!!!’ Really Luis? As if having a period wasn’t bad enough.”

A moment of awkwardness passed between them before Luis said, “Well, you admitted they wor–”

“YOU TOLD ME–” Gina cut over him, “that if you ever went across the line with a bet or a prank to tell you. Well you did, and now I’m telling you. And if you want to make it up to me, you’re going to be in diapers for a year.”

She shoved it into his hands before he could refuse. He blinked.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Yeah I did. A year?!”

“A year. Starting now.” Luis was dumbfounded. Gina was stone-faced.

“A fucking year?!” shouted Luis, as if his confusion was not apparent yet.

Gina scoffed. “Come on. It shouldn’t be that hard. I’m not asking you to use them. Just wear them. What’s the big deal?!”

Luis’s inner nature conflicted with his desires. He liked these betting games with Gina, and he always made it his business to give it a try and more often than not he went through with them. He wanted to keep her distracted from finding out about… that night… and taking this bet could be a nice cover until the heat from that blew over.

Diapers did skeeve him out, though, and most of the reason why he pranked Gina by trashing her hygiene products was the knowledge that her only option would be to use those disgusting things. Now he was being bet to put them on and wear them for a year, not for the length of a week-long camping trip. Feeling the material in his hands it sent a slight shiver of ‘ick’ down his spine, but composed himself

All things considered, it could be worse. A fuck-ton worse if she found out about the party. Maybe if I just say yes, it’ll be enough to keep that covered. I mean ultimately they’re just diapers right? They’re just underwear.

Really thick underwear…

Thick, noisy underwear...

He grimaced at the disgusting thing in his hands and imagined having to wear them for the next three hundred and sixty five days. Then he remember her cutting a five month-long bet short because Gina got bored. If he could tough this out long enough to convincingly act like they didn’t make his skin crawl, she might drop this whole thing. “And what happens if they stop skeeving me out and the shock wears off and you get bored?”

“The odds of me getting bored with this are slim at best.”

“It only took two months to learn how to stomach cauliflower.”

Gina pondered. This was true.

“Well, i suppose

a year is a bit long, but you were a bit of a shit. A year. And how about as an olive branch, if I’m bored halfway in, I’ll consider it.”

Luis weighed his options, and as he felt Gina zing the ball around the rim of the roulette wheel, Luis wondered to himself: red or black?

A year wouldn’t be that long…

He cleared his throat. “So… let’s say… hypothetically…”

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- Blake