One never really appreciates the little things. Like rebar.  Rebar should probably have its ends buffed down to make it less pointy.  For safety reasons.  That said, the rebar shaft currently a few inches from your face would be impaling your skull in short order regardless of the smoothness of its head, given the speed with which it was launched when the truck in front of you overturned on the highway.  Bummer.  Still, as you contemplate this unfortunate fact, you note that your death sure is taking a while.  And is surprisingly quiet.
“Hi.”
You jump at the voice, deafening in the current silence, and look out the driver window to see a young woman grinning maniacally at you.  She was dark skinned with shockingly white teeth.  What curves she had were tight and cute on her petite frame, filling out her silk garments nicely.  She was also currently sitting on nothing.  Admittedly, you should have noticed that sooner.
Hovering in a lotus position a few feet off the ground, the woman waved and said, “You might want to make a wish.”
“H-How,” you eloquently reply.
“Use the lamp,” she grinned, pointing at your lap.  You look down to see an old oil lamp laying between your legs as if it had a perfectly good reason to be there.
“Uuuuhhh,” you continue your careful analysis, “Who are you?”
The woman rolled her eyes or rather rolled upside down, rotating in the air to keep her pupils in the same spot, and groaned, “Fiiine.  I'll explain.  You, Anonymous (can I call you Nonny?  Non-meister?  The Nonpocalypse?), are in the presence of a Grade-A Djinn!  And you get one wish!  Timing, amiright?”
“You're a genie?”
The woman's brow furrows, “Do I sound like Robin Williams?  Do I follow street rats for fun?  Do I look the type to put up with Gilbert Godfried?  No!  I am a Djinn.  I snap my fingers and reality asks me if I need a foot rub.  Now make with the wish! Chop Chop!  If I may suggest, not dying would be a lovely choice...”  She waggled her eyebrows at the rebar hanging in the air, as frozen as the rest of the world.
You ponder this, but the Djinn just looks more impatient, “Look, if I need to find someone else to help out, by all means, get intimate with the rebar...”
“Nonono!” You finally find your voice, “I want to live.”
“Then wish it,” that smile just got wider, if that were possible.
You grip the lamp, the dark iron warm in your hands, “I wish not to die!”
The Djinn begins to laugh, and you can't help but feel that somehow you made the wrong choice.  Then she snaps her fingers and your world is consumed by noise, pain, and darkness.

You wake up in a Hospital bed and immediately regret doing so.  Your body aches and you can't even move your right arm.  You look down to see it in a cast.
Groaning at the pain, you hear a familiar voice, “Sucks huh?”
You look to your right to see the Djinn, now in a less than regulations uniform calmly popping a piece of candy into her mouth, “I thought you said you'd stop the crash.”
The woman barks a laugh, “I said you wouldn't die.  And you didn't, did you?”
You shake your head and regret it when your neck complains, “How did you do that?”  The Djinn gives another wider than possible smile, “That's the fun part.  I switched you!”
“With what?” you ask.
“With you!” the woman nearly shouts as if hitting a punchline to a joke, “That's the beauty of it!  The you of this dimension and you-classic switched places!”
The implications of her statement slowly sink in, and your stomach falls as you reach a realization, “So, the other me...”
“Also lived,” She replied, popping another candy past her lips, “in the split second you two were traveling between respective realities, the rebar sailed right past.  You're welcome!”
You weigh the statement with some relief regarding the other you and then realize something, “Couldn't you have just moved the rebar?”
The woman nods enthusiastically, “Yup! Jelly Baby?”  You are beginning to dislike her.
“So now I'm in another dimension, away from my family and friends?  Because you couldn't be bothered to move a piece of metal a few inches to the right?”
“Relax, your loved ones ARE here.  The same things that happened to create your memories and relationships happened here too.  There are only a tiny, miniscule, not-even-noticeable set of differences here that I'm sure you won't mind.”  You are about to disagree whole-heartedly, but you are quickly distracted as your mother rushes into the room.  You spend the next few minutes calming her down and assuring her that you are not going to die.  She informs you that since this was your first day of work, you are insured, but the doctors have okayed you to return home.  The whole time, being ignored by all but you, the Djinn floats in the background, watching you like her favorite show.  It's unsettling to say the least.  You don't see her as you check out and your mother drives you home.  As you go inside, all you can think of is collapsing into bed and calling the day a wash.  You are stopped as your mother puts a hand on your shoulder.
“Sweetie,” she looks into your eyes, obviously nervous, “I know you've had a rough day, but you said you'd like to start today after work.  Are you still up for it?  It would only take a moment.”  Under quite a lot of pain medications, you just shrug and nod. Whatever it is, you can get it over with and go to bed.
A wide smile breaks across her face and she leads you to the living room, an excited skip in her step.  You slump onto the sofa and she gently guides you to lay down.  Her soft words and gentle touch make staying awake difficult and you find yourself close to drifting off when she pulls a bag from the side of the couch.  You perk right up again when she draws from the bag something white, fluffy, and oversized.
You immediately sit back up, “Mom, why do you have a diaper?”
The woman just blinks at you, “Why wouldn't I?”
“What the hell does that mean?” you snap back, Vicadin no match for your sudden anxiety.
“B-but you agreed yesterday-?”
“What are you talking about?” you almost shriek, but your mother doesn't reply. She only stares back at you with a hurt expression on her face, the world suddenly deathly still again.
“Okay...” a familiar voice calls from above you, “So about those differences.”  The Djinn hovers above you, already holding up her hands in defense.
You glare back at her, “Explain.  Now.”
The woman floats down next to you, a churlish smile on her face, “Well, okay.  This world is a liiiitle different.  You see, some people here kind of struggle with, umm, certain training.”  The Djinn made eyes at the diaper to punctuate her point.
“And I was one of them here?” you ask.
The petite woman smiles and her too-white teeth show, “Naw, you did great.  You were pissing at a third grade level in Kindergarten.  Buuuuuut, some adults in this universe don't quite master it.  And others kind of want to go backwards when they reach a certain age.”
“I've heard of that fetish,” you grumble, “why is my mother encouraging it?”
“Hey, a fetish in one dimension is a cultural cornerstone in another,” the Djinn shrugs, “Here, the attitude is as natural as being left handed.  More rare, but no one questions it (in a wizardly convenient way).”
“And another me asked to go back.”
“Correct.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Oh come on!” the Djinn wines, reaching out to cup your mother's chin in her hand, “How could you say no to this face?”  You look at the hurt look frozen in your mother's eyes.  It stings in a familiar way.  She'd worked so hard after your father left.  Two jobs just to make ends meet, and you'd lost a lot of time with her in the process.  You know she spent more than a few nights crying about it, and despite your assurances otherwise, she still doubted herself as a good mother.  The hopeful look on her face before your reaction comes back and you know that this means something to her in an odd way.  Still, the idea makes you uncomfortable.  What will you do?

A.) Agree in order to make her happy, and figure the rest out later
B.) Agree to try it for a few days, but make no promises, and give a few stipulations. (Include the stipulations you want
C.) Refuse gently
D.) Ask to wait until tomorrow.


A.)  You mull over your options, the drugs making the process difficult.  The Vicadin is rather insistent on not being ignored.
The Djinn looks your mother over, turning your mom's head from side to side, “You know, she is kind of adorable.  Redheads are always fun, and she's got a real Pleasantly Plump thing going for her.  Not fat, just-”
“Stop that!” you finally snap, slapping the woman's hand away, “She's not a doll!”
“Touchy,” the Djinn shakes her hand, but the teasing grin on her face shows she's in no pain, “Have you made a decision?”
You realize you have.  You won't have your mother start crying in front of you.  You'll fix it later, but for now she may need this.  A day or two in diapers while you talk her out of it should do it.  How much trouble can it be?  You nod.
“Great!  This is going to be good,” The Djinn snaps her fingers and is gone, leaving only the faint scent of popcorn behind her.  You are left only with your mother still looking hurt, only now she's breathing again.
Mom cringes backwards and begins to put the diaper back, “I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood.”
You blink, getting used to time moving forward and not really having words for this situation.
Somehow, you manage to grab her wrist, “Wait, wait.  I'm sorry.”  Now your mother just looks confused.
“Ummm,” you rub the bridge of your nose, “I'm sorry Mom, I think the drugs confused me for a second.  I-uh-I remember now.  And yeah... Please... I-just go ahead.  Guess I'm just rattled by the wreck.”
Your mother stares at you for a moment before slowly breaking into a smile.  You remember that smile from when you would run home with a good grade on a test.  It might have been warming had it not been for the circumstances.
“Alright darling, lay back,” she pushes you backward with a familiar gentle touch, “Just let me take care of this.  We'll get you ready for bed and you can get some sleep.”
She undoes your fly and begins to pull your jeans off, “Who knows, with all that medicine, you may need this tonight.”  You suppress a shudder at the thought.  You don't even wet the bed drunk.  You hope you can say the same for the pain meds.
“I'll be real gentle with your stitches too, okay?” she coos as she hooks her thumbs in your boxers and pulls them up.  You'd been floating on drugs too much to notice until you felt the cold air on your privates.  You look down and see a small scar just below your stomach.  It looks like the surgeon had to shave you clean before stitching the wound.  You weren't harry to begin with, but now you didn't even have carpet to match the drapes.
You lean forward for a better look, but your mother lovingly guides your head back to the sofa, “Sweety, please don't fidget.  I'm a little out of practice, so hold still for me.”  You give up and lay there, begrudgingly letting the Vicaden unfocus your eyes.  Other sensations begin to filter through your drugged state as you no longer focus on sight.  You hear a crinkling noise as you assume the diaper is unfolded.  You feel small, but strong hands reach under you and lift.  You subconsciously lift your rear and feel the soft texture slide under you before settling back down onto a soft pad.  You almost jump when a cold, wetness slides over your most sensitive areas.  You smell lilacs from a skin lotion as your mother covers your privates before pushing your legs back to expose your rear end.  Your rump is also given the treatment before you feel a gentle pressure against a certain area.  It's gone before your drug addled mind can complain and your legs fall forward again.  The process is repeated as you smell the sweet, pleasant smell of baby powder being poured over your front and back.  The whole time, you hear a very faint tune in the background you can't quite seem to place.  As you feel the soft pad of the diaper fold forward onto your front, you recognize it.  Your mother hums happily to herself as she tapes up the diaper.  You haven't heard that song in some time.  Not since you told her you were too old for lullabies.  As you drift off to the familiar and lovely rendition of your childhood nights' best hits, you wonder what could have possessed you to ask her to stop.

So, what do you wake up to?
A.) A wet diaper?
B.) A dry diaper?
C.)The Djinn giving you a shit eating grin?
D.)Your mother with breakfast?
E.) A combo?

E.) You awake to the sensation of your bladder pleading for release.  You grumble and turn onto your side.  Your eyes shoot open when you feel something between your legs.  The first thing you see is the Djinn inches from your face.  You yelp and crawl back from her.  You quickly run out of bed however and your clawing hands find empty space.  You collapse backwards with a  curse, ending up with your legs stuck on the bed and your back on the ground.  Staring back at you, now eye level due to your unfortunate posture, is a bright, white diaper.  And it's wrapped around your crotch.  You freeze as memories from last night filter in.  So, that actually happened.  That's... special.  It doesn't feel unpleasant, per se.  The diaper is soft and warm around your nethers, and the slight tightness from the elastic tapes makes you feel... supported?  A little like a fluffy jock strap?  You shake that mental image away as your right arm, still in a cast and right pissed at having weight put on it, makes it clear that you won't be doing that again.
As you cradle the arm and suck in air through your teeth, that Djinn appears over the edge of the bed, “Aww, you have an accident?”
You glare up at her and spit, “You would know.  You saved my life all the way into another dimension.”
“Not what I meant,” she smiles, her mouth going back farther than it should on a human.  You follow her pointing finger to look back between your legs.
Your face goes scarlet, “No actually.  One night doesn't have me wetting like a brat.”
The woman shrugs, “You'll have to eventually.  I still can't believe you agreed to this.”
“It was your stupid idea,” you hiss back, “What was I supposed to do?  Make my mother miserable?  Can't exactly do that can I?”
The Djinn raises an eyebrow, “No, you couldn't.  That's what makes you fun.  Hells, it's why I chose you.”
“Chose me?” You ask.
The woman chuckles and shakes a finger, “Nu-uh, you're more fun in the dark.  But isn't all of life?”
You give her your most withering of looks and she just continues to beam back at you.  Your torturous magical friend is a morning person.  Like she wasn't already a bitch.
“Do you at least have a name?  What the hell do I call you?”
“Ha!” she barks a laugh, “No dice. The last guy I told my true name to put me in that damned lamp.”
“Fine,” you snap back, “You're Harvey.”
“Harvey?”
“It's a classic.”
“You do know I'm a girl right?”
“With curves like yours, that's debatable,” you cock your own shit eating grin.
“Ohoho,” she crows down at you, “For that, I'll just remind you of that time you went to Niagara falls.”  Why would that bother you?  Shit! Your bladder.  You remember your desperate need to pee and unconsciously close your legs, the diaper crinkling as you do so.  She grins at this and slithers down and off the bed to lay next to you.  All the way down she whispers of spring showers and babbling brooks and any flowing water source you can think of.  The pressure gets worse as you pull yourself up and into a crossed leg position.  You stare daggers at the woman on the ground next to you.  You are stone, unflappable.  You are a rock.  You are a dam against the river.  You are so going to piss yourself.  You get off of the floor and make for the bathroom.  You aren't ready for this.  You'll take a leak and be back in the diaper before your mother knows you're awake.  You throw open your door to be eye to eye with your mother.  You yelp one again and shudder at the warm feeling in your crotch.  The feeling spreads like the crimson on your face as you realize you can't stop.  You back quickly away from your mother and sit back on your bed, snatching the comforter over your lap.
“M-morning mom,” you mumble.
“Morning sweety,” she beams without making any sign she had noticed you wetting your diaper for the first time, “I made you breakfast.”  You look up to indeed see a set of eggs, bacon, toast, and juice perched on a tray in her hands.  She walks over and hands you the tray.  It's a bit awkward eating with your off hand, and eventually your mother spoons the last few bites of egg into your mouth.  You're a little worried about how happy she looked doing that.  You make small talk and find out she took the day off to keep an eye on you and she reminds you that you may need to cancel plans tonight if you don't feel good.
She get's up to leave and asks, “Darling, do you need me to change you now?”
You gulp at the idea, but the warm feeling is still centered on your crotch.  You unleashed a day's urine just now and its not going anywhere.  But now fully conscious, you feel the embarrassment all the more.  What do you do?
A.)  Meekly nod yes
B.) Say not yet and put the matter off
C.)Shake your head and try to change yourself when she isn't looking?
D.)Improvise another option.

A.) You don't want to do this.  With no drugs running through your system, you know you'll be even more conscious of the changing and that can only make it worse for you.  Unfortunately, not being drugged to the gills makes it harder to ignore the fact that you are currently sitting in a very wet diaper.  The warmth may be... not completely unpleasant per se, but the thought is still gross, and you'd like the thing to not grow cold around your waste.  Red faced, you look down at the comforter over your lap.  You slowly, and with great effort, nod your head.
“Alright Sugar,” your mom replies, perky as ever, “Lay back on your bed and I'll be right back.  As she hurries from the room you ease yourself back and stare at the ceiling.  You were choosing to accept a diaper change.  And you were only doing so because you'd peed your first diaper.  Try as you might, you couldn't pretend otherwise.  You let out a deep sigh.
“Oh come now,” 'Harvey' says as she drifts into view above you, “Most would be looking forward to getting out of that thing.”  She motions to the full diaper around your waste.
“Most wouldn't be in this situation,” you grumble back, “And could you please leave?  I'm not looking to put on a show.”
The Djinn grins, “Afraid not.  I just love the embarrassed little look you have.  It's like a pouty, wittle-”
“Baby,” your mother says, returning to the room with what is now pretty obviously a diaper bag over her shoulder, “Your friend Sam called earlier.  She wanted to check on you, but you were still asleep.  Remember to call her when we're done.”  The Genie looks down at you and sticks out her tongue, knowing you can't continue the argument.
Your mother retrieves a white cloth from the bag and unfolds it on the bed next to you.  She pats it while smiling at you and you take the hint.  As you shuffle onto the changing pad, the diaper shifts on your waste.  The damp, warm weight presses against your crotch and holds you there, embarrassment its own gravity.  Mom sets the powder and lotion aside along with a pad of wet wipes.
“Okay Sweetie, lets get this wet thing off of you,” your mother coos as she reaches up and pops the sticky tapes off of the front.  With painful slowness, she folds the front of your diaper back.  Your privates immediately feel cold in the exposed air.  The Djinn lets out a wolf whistle at your exposed shaft and you glare at her.
“What?” she asks with an asinine grin, “You've got nothing to be ashamed of.  At least not there.”
“Good job sweetie,” your mother says, ignorant of the peanut gallery floating over the two of you, “It looks like you went fairly easily.  I did some reading and most that 'go back' tend to have trouble at first.  Its good to know you won't have to mix your new lifestyle with using the bathroom.”  Son of a bitch!  That was an option?  Harvey snickers at you, obviously noting your frustration.  Your mother sets the soiled diaper aside and reaches for the wet wipes.  Even knowing it's coming, the cold is a shock to your privates, and you reflexively try to close your legs.
Mom's hands shoot forward and pry them back open, “No-no Sugar, we aren't done.”
You almost whimper at the cold sliding over your nethers, but your mother keeps repeating platitudes, “There there-not so bad is it-that's good, almost done.”  You feel patronized to say the least, but the words do distract you while she finishes cleaning your privates.  You lift your rear when asked and she repeats the process.  Cold as you are, you do certainly feel clean.  It was almost as if she'd done this before.
“Don't worry,” Mom says as she pours lotion onto her had before rubbing it between her fingers, “I'll make sure the baby lotion is warm, okay?”  You nod shyly, wanting this to be over.  The lotion goes on and despite yourself you relax.  Your mother's gentle touch resembles a massage as she works.  A cloud of pleasantly scented baby powder goes over your crotch, taking away the last unpleasant moisture.  The diaper closes around you and suddenly, you are finished.  The used wipes are folded into the soiled diaper wish is then itself sealed with its own tape.
Your mother kisses you on the cheek and exits the room, diaper bag in tow.  You sit up and shake your head.  You'd have to get out of this quickly.  You didn't want this to become habit.
“Sooo,” the Djinn makes herself known again, “Feel better?”  Admittedly, you do.  The warm dryness of the new diaper was a nice change, and the pad beneath your body was indeed something of a cushion.  Still weird though.  And like hell are you going to admit it.  You tell Harvey to piss off and reach for your phone.  You still needed to call Sam.
“Nony!” Sam's boisterous voice crows over the phone, “How's our little war hero?  I hear you got some bad-ass scars!”
Despite it all, you grin at your friend's hyperbole, “None that you'll be seeing Sam.  We still on for tonight?”
“Hell yeah!  Bad movies and good food till sunrise!  Hold on, Crysie's bitching,” there was muffled conversation over the phone and eventually Sam came back on, “Hippie girl want's me to be sure you aren't traumatized and in need of rest or some shit.  We cool?”  You take a breath and think.  Are you ready for this?  Would you be bringing along your new... habits?

A.) Go with the diapers and hope your friends are cool with it
B.) Bank on them not knowing yet and sneak out of the house in good old boxers
C.) Stay home and rest. Maybe try to talk to mom about dialing back on the diapers
D.) Your own ideas.


B.) You really need to be out of the house and you could use Sam and Crystal right now.  You were probably on the edge with a job you just started, your car was totaled, and you were currently being dragged kicking and screaming down memory lane.  Sam and Crystal: just what the doctor ordered.  That said, you weren't about to parade around your two best friends wearing an adult diaper.
“I'll be there,” you eventually reply.
“Bitchin'!” comes the reply, “Get your cute ass over here.” Sam hangs up without another word.  Yeah, that was about right for her.  You look over at the clock and give a double take.  It was already four.  Vicadin is a hell of a drug.  When mom brought you 'Breakfast' you'd just kind of assumed it was morning.  You shrug and think about transportation.  You wiggle the fingers of your right hand.  Not dextrous enough for a fork, but you should be able to push and pull a gear shift.  Thankfully, your car was an automatic.  WAS.  Was an automatic.  You spit a curse under your breath and hope mom is still feeling generous.  You get up and head downstairs.  You almost stumble at first as you're not used to walking with a diaper between your legs.  It's not enough to give you a full waddle, but you're definitely walking funny, with a crinkling note following each step.  The padding rubs against your crotch with each step and your face starts to go red for a new reason.  You shake it off and count yourself lucky the Djinn had disappeared again.
You lean over the railing of the second floor, “Hey mom?”
“Yes Sweetie?” she calls back, “Are you okay?  Do you need some medicine or a new-”
“No,” you cut her off before she can worry herself into a fit, “But do you think it would be okay if I borrowed your car tonight?”
“Do you need a ride?”
“No,” you answer, not in a hurry to have your mother drop you off, “I can drive.  I just need wheels.”
“Well, alright.”
You amble downstairs, many parts of you complaining as you go.  Your left leg is stiff and a number of bruises make themselves known.  You take the keys with a forced smile and head back to your room to get dressed.  You change into a t-shirt and stop as you reach a decision about your new fashion statement.  The diaper stares back at you in the mirror, the bulge around your privates making even your pail skin look dusky compared to the white of it.  You shake your head.  No way.  You shimmy out of the plastic undies and look for cloth ones.  You open your underwear drawer, but only socks stare back at you.
“Mom!  Where are my boxers?”
“In storage, why?”
Shit.  Commando it is.   You pull some jeans on and the cool cloth is a weird feeling against your nethers.  Jeans aren't known for smoothness and it doesn't look to be a particularly fun night down under, but screw it.  You'll make up for it with friend-time.  You sneak downstairs to the best of your ability and call out your goodbyes to your mom as you close the door behind you and hurry to the car.  As the engine starts and you pull out of the driveway, you mentally high-five yourself.  Mission fucking accomplished.  Suck it Harvey.
You pull up outside of your friends' apartment and kill the engine.  You grin at the thought of tonight.  Sam and Crystal are the closest thing you have to sisters and they couldn't be more different.  Sam was a redhead and embraced life with both arms, then put it in a choke hold.  People at school had called her punk while others called her grunge, but they didn't get Sam.  Sam just did whatever the hell she wanted and screw anyone who gets in her way.  Crystal was the opposite.  It was hard to believe the girl hadn't been raised on a commune.  Vegetarian, pro-animal, anti-conflict.  The blonde spoke altruism fluently, but was smart enough not to get swept up in bullshit.  She was rarely without a book or kind word.  You'd met the two in grade school while being bullied.  Crystal had wrapped you up like a mummy with a first aide kit and Sam had chased the boys down and shoved their faces in the mud until they were weeping an apology.  Later in life, Crystal would hold you the first time you cried after your father ran out and Sam had beaten a brief drinking habit out of you in high-school.  You'd been doing everything to be there for them too and your trio was inseparable.
You walk up to their floor and the door flies open just as you reach for the handle.
“Nony!” Sam bellows, “Took you long enough.  Get in.  We have Birdemic!”  The redhead snatches your wrist and drags you in.
“Hello Anonymous,” Crystal beams at you, “Would you like some tea?  You can rest on the sofa.”
“How about a Red Bull?” Sam shoots back.
“Red Bull would be a terrible idea,” Crystal scoffs, “He doesn't need so much caffeine right after a traumatic event.”
“What he needs is whatever he wants,” Sam snaps back.
“Hey, relax,” you interrupt them before the two can get into one of their trademark arguments, “I'll just have a coke.  Is that veggie stew I smell?”
Crystal nods, “Yes, I thought you could use the nutrients after the wreck.  My doctor says-”
“And I made chili,” Sam breaks in, “Because you could use something awesome.”
Crystal rolls her eyes, “Well, the protein is also good for you...”  You snicker.  The two went best together.
As you are about to sit down, Crystal adds, “Hmm, Anonymous?  Are you alright?”
“Fine, why?” you ask.
“Well, you seem under dressed is all,” the blonde replies, her eyes looking down.  You start to fidget.  Please don't tell you they know.
“Where's your diaper bro?” Sam points out, dropping all pretense.
You feel a blush lighting up under your skin, “Um, well, I don't have one on.”
“Why not?” Crystal asked, “Your mother mentioned you'd begun to wear them on the phone.”
“You'd been talking about it for a while, man,” Sam added.
“I, well,” you manage, “I just thought I didn't want you guys to have to see me with it, or um, you know.”
The girls blink a few times before a gentle smile slides across Crystal's face, “Oh, I see.  You're just nervous.  You needn't worry Anonymous.  We told you we'd be supportive.”
“Yeah man,” Sam says, “We even helped you psych up for telling your mom.”  You feel oddly touched. Even a universe apart, they were there for you.  Granted they were helping you wear diapers, which was weird, but they were still your friends.
“Don't worry dude,” Sam grins, “We even prepped as a surprise.”
“Samantha's right,” Crystal agrees, “We're both ready to change you as needed. So lets get you back into them, shall we?”
Sam bounces on the balls of her feet, “So who goes first?”
Who does go first?

A.) Sam, the punkish tomboy
B.) Crystal, brains and heart

A.)You are about to decide when Sam gets impatient, “Forget it, dibs!”  The girl rushes over to you and begins dragging you to her room.
“Remember the reading material I suggested,” Crystal calls out.
“Yeah, whatever,” Sam calls over her shoulder.
“And the lotion,” the blonde adds, “His skin will be very sensitive.”
“Right, duh,” the redhead rolls her eyes and pulls you down the hall and into her room as Crystal tries to give her more advice.  Sam leads you past a pile of laundry and nearly shoves you onto the bed.  The girl hurries to an overfilled closet and withdraws a satchel bag.  She plops it down next to you and pulls out a black changing pad covered in cartoon skulls.  After laying it out, you slide onto it.
Sam looms over you, the widest grin she can manage on her face, “So, you ready?”
You don't know what to make of her excited face, “I guess.  Umm, I can change myself if you don't-”
The woman laughs and slaps your leg playfully, “Ha, no you can't.  You need us for this.  That's part of the fun.  Now relax, I'll be gentle.” As she wiggles her eyebrows at you, you're not so sure.
“Now lets get those pants off of you mister,” Sam reaches up and unbuttons your jeans.  Your hands reflexively shoot down to grab your pants.
“Come on 'little guy',” Sam chides you, “I'll bet you got nuthin' to be ashamed of.”
“Right, sorry,” you apologize, “Guess I'm nerv-” And then Sam jerks your pants quickly out of your distracted hands, exposing your privates to your best friend for the first time since puberty.
“Not bad Nony,” your friend comments as you try to cover yourself, “Now quit squirmin' and lets get a diaper around that bad boy.”  Sam takes out the wipes, lotion, and powder.
“Now, knowing your mom, you got a boring white diaper,” the reheard continues, “But I thought we'd get something with a little more style.”  Sam reaches into the bag, and to your horror retrieves a different diaper than the ones you are 'used to'.  This one is pink.  Pink!  And to make it worse, flowers and cartoon characters are printed all over it.
“Cute, right?” she gives you a shit eating grin.
“Not funny Sam,” you sputter, “At least get a plain one!” This is par for the course for Sam.  Bullies may have feared her, but that didn't mean she didn't love teasing you on occasion.  Sam was never mean to you, but her mischievous streak was a mile wide.
“Sorry babe, this is the only kind I got,” she snickers as she puts the feminine diaper next to your head where it stares back at you.  Sam pops open the wet wipes case and plucks one out.  She reaches forward and bats your hands away before beginning to clean up the accumulated sweat from going without underwear.  For the first time in your life, a girl your age is touching you down there.  And it's to change your diaper.  Your face cannot get more red.  That said, it doesn't feel unpleasant...
Sam's hands are quick and nimble as she works.  When finished with your front, she gets her shoulders under your knees and easily lifts you.  Sam had never been a slouch with weight lifting.
“Mmm,” Sam grins down at you, “Cute guy, cute cock, cute bum, cute diaper.  The ladies won't be able to keep their hands off you.”
“V-very funny,” you try looking away from her, but are only greeted with the sight of that pink diaper.
“Who's joking?” Sam says as she drops you back down.  She's never been this forward before.  You wonder if this universe's Sam had a thing for you.  She looked mostly the same, but her piercings were in different places.  You wonder what else has changed.
Sam squirts a large amount of the lotion onto her hands and begins slathering it on.  You startle at the sudden cold and your friend giggles at your reaction.  Then she reaches your penis.  The hyper redhead slows down and takes her time, both of you staring at her work. Despite circumstances, a pretty punk girl is currently rubbing your cock with lotion.  You begin to get hard and this only seems to encourage the redhead who begins to pump.  She tears her eyes away to look at you and you notice her own blush.
“What're you doing Nony?” she breathes, “I can't get your diaper over this guy.  He's in the way.”  You are in heaven as she continues to slowly jerk you off.  Without meaning to, you let out a small moan.  Sam gives a small gasp, and now has an entirely new kind of grin on her face.
You almost whimper however, when she stops, pulling her hands away.  The girl collects more lotion and once again lifts you with her shoulders.  This has the interesting affect of folding you body back and putting Sam eye-to-eye with you.  You feel helpless in this position as she continues to rub the lotion into your bottom, your knees next to your head.  You jump when a finger runs over your rectum.
“S-sam,” you stutter, “What are you doing?”
“Relax Nony,” Sam grins down at you, “Gotta make sure your don't get diaper rash anywhere.  Crystal was very insistent.”  The feeling increases on your back door and you suppress a yelp.
“S-stop Sam,” you manage.
“Sorry little guy,” she teases, “Doctor's orders.”  You feel it as her finger penetrates.  Lubed by the lotion, it doesn't exactly hurt, but the feeling is alien and deeply unsettling.  You wish other parts of you knew that as you are still thoroughly 'at attention'.
“Besides,” Sam notes as her first knuckle disappears inside you, “You'll get used to it.  I know I did.” She winks as she pulls her finger free and you relax.  She manages to reach the bag from her position and pulls a small, silver packet from one of the pockets.  It disappears past your bottom and you hear it being opened.
“Now take a deep breath Nony,” Sam is breathing a bit harder now, “because this pill ain't for your mouth.”
You recognize the suppository just as it prods your back door.  You try to struggle, but Sam just uses her weight to hold you down.
“Relax.  Relax, its just to help your digestion,” Sam tries to calm you down, “Your mom said you might need it.”  Unable to move, you feel your sphincter open as the medicine is forced inside.
“There,” the redhead chides you, “Was that so bad?”  You breathe deeply and try to relax. At least its over.  Then Sam's finger follows the suppository in.
“Gotta make sure it goes in deep,” Sam adds as her finger goes in deeper than last time, “Don't want it popping out again, do we?”  You feel it as Sam's finger sinks entirely into you.  Its the strangest thing, feeling someone down there.  She begins to squirm and grazes a part of you that makes your cock jump. Sam notices this and her eyes light up.
“What's a matter Nony?” she whispers, “You don't like your medicine?  Then I'll stop.”  She begins to pull her finger out before plunging it back in to hit that same spot again.  You can't help yourself and moan as you cock begins to leak onto your chest. Sam's free hand covers your  mouth and muffles the noise.
The girl seems completely lost in the moment, “Shhh, shhh.  Relax.  Auntie Sam's gonna help you get nice and calm so you can enjoy your dia-dia.”  You've never seen her like this.  She always liked to tease, but not like this.  Then again, you've never shared a bed with her.  Again and again, her finger plunges into you as she leans closer to your face.  Both of you have a deep blush as you cock twitches with each thrust.  You don't know how much longer you'll last.  Do you finish?  Do you want to?

A.) Sam finishes you off
B.) You are interrupted
C.)Sam doesn't let you finish.
D.) Suggestions from the peanut gallery.

B.) You feel the heat of Sam's breath as it brushes against your face.  She's locked eyes with you now, and you can't help but stare back as she continues to pump her finger into you.  The pressure inside of you is off-putting and forceful, but you can't tell her to stop.  Your shaft is erect and bouncing on your stomach in time with Sam's ministrations.  Each time the head hits your abs, it leaves a shining string of pre-cum that only breaks just in time for your cock to fall again.  This is a new kind of pleasure for you.  One you can't deny you are feeling, but also have no say in controlling.  Sam is in charge, and you both know it.  And at the moment, you can't think of a reason she shouldn't be.
The redhead leans in and you feel her hot breath whisper against your ear, “Trust me.  It's okay.  Let go.  Just let go for once.”  You feel it.  This is the moment.  You're both ready and you've never been more turned on.  And yet... you don't cum.  The moment passes and you feel Sam hesitate.  She pulls back a bit, confusion written on her face.  She makes to ask if you are okay, but before she can the moment comes crashing down around the two of you as you both hear a knock on the door.
“Dinner is ready,” Crystal calls, “Are you two almost finished?”
Sam jerks herself back from you and and your legs fall forward.
“J-just a minute,” Sam calls hoarsely, “Almost done.”  Crystal lets out a loud sigh and walks back to the kitchen, leaving you two to desperately avoid eye contact.
“Sam, um,” you try to say something, “I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to-”
“No, its fine,” she interrupts you, “I probably over did it.”
“No, you were, uh” you struggle for an answer, “It was great, I just-”
Sam jerks like she'd been slapped and looks at you with panic in her eyes, “Oh god! You weren't ready!  I forced you didn't I? I'm so sorry Nony, I didn't mean to-”
“Sam, no!” you finally find your voice, “I didn't want you to stop.  I-I mean, you weren't forcing me.  I just- I just got nervous when I couldn't-uh”
“Finish?” the redhead guesses.
You look down at your lap, “I've never... well.”
Understanding dawns in Sam's eyes, “Ohh.  Jeeze, sorry man.  I should have taken it slower.  I was just trying to get you to relax a bit, you know, with the wreck and everything else.”
You find yourself giving a nervous chuckle, “Well, give me a few more minutes and maybe.”
“Always next time?” Sam asks, trying to play it off but obviously expecting a reply.
“Yeah, definitely,” you say, ignoring your still-twitching backside.
“Cool,” Sam smiles a bit more, “We still can't have you out of a diaper though.”  You give a small groan and lay back.  The pink mess of cloth is quickly taped on as Sam hurries the process.  She helps you up and you notice this diaper seems lighter than the others.
“Easier to move in,” Sam winks, “I'll go wash my hands in the kitchen.  Use my bathroom.”  Sam pads out of the room and you make your way to the sink.  Closing the door, you give an exhausted sigh.
“What was that?” a demanding voice calls from the mirror.  You jump and turn to see the Djinn staring back at you from the other side.
“I mean, that was hot!” she continues, lifting fingers to count off complaints, “You were both into it, you're enjoying your first time, I could SWEAR Sam was going to kiss you and then what?”
“I don't want to talk about it,” you grumble, turning the water on forcefully, “Especially not to you.”
“That's a shame, because I'm not done,” Harvey snaps back, “You know this isn't the first time you've ruined a moment either!  Remember Heather?  Eleventh grade?  She got so tired of waiting, she practically corners you at Prom and presents like a Mandrill, and you still can't seal the deal.”
You nearly growl at the woman in the mirror, but only manage to soap up your hands.
“You've got to stop this,” the Djinn lectures, “You've got to let go.  Just enjoy things.”
“I enjoy plenty,” you reply, rinsing your hands.
“Not like you should,” Harvey argues, trying to get you to look directly at her, “You always draw a line, don't you?  You pull back.  I thought if anyone could, Sam or Crystal would get you to untense, but here we are.”
“What do you even care?” anger flares up in your gut, “Did I stop being a fun little side show for you?”
The Djinn crosses her arms, “It's never a good show if everyone isn't in on the fun.  Be happy.  Happy is sexier than sad.”
You glower at her philosophizing and turn to dry your hands, “Look, I'll try to fix things with Sam.  But that's for her, not you.”
“Sam doesn't want to be fixed,” Harvey sighs, “She wants you.  You make her happy.  You make lots of people happy.  Just let them return the favor. Just learn to let go.”  You mull the words over, but you don't want to deal with the Djinn right now.  You open the door and pull on your jeans, carefully patting the diaper down to fit inside. The frill of the waistband still sticks out, a bright pink flag that you aren't wearing boxers.  Your t-shirt covers it.  You walk out to dinner and both of the girls greet you.  Sam is smiling again.  Your diaper crinkles as you walk over.
“Anonymous?” Crystal says as she spoons some soup into your bowl, “It may be easier if you remove your jeans.  They aren't sized for your diaper and can't be comfortable.”
“Nony just doesn't want you to see his new toy,” Sam snickers as she wolfs down chili.
“Come now Anonymous, I'm sure you look fine,” Crystal walks over and gently lifts your shirt.  You make to stop her, but the blonde gently pushes your hands aside before undoing your fly and letting your jeans fall.  Your face lights up as Crystal sees your bright pink diaper.
As you blush and push your knees together subconsciously, Crystal clasps her hands, “Oh, you look adorable.  Doesn't he Samantha?”
“Yeah,” the girl says through a mouthful of food, “You should put him on your lap Cryssie. Maybe spoon feed him.”  For a moment, the blonde's eyes light up, but she quickly forces a scowl, “Don't tease him Sam.”
She gently touches your shoulder, “I think he's quite brave to be embracing his younger side and feminine side in one night.”
“Uh,” you stutter, “How about that movie?”  The three of you eat and enjoy a terrible movie.  You finish a bowl of each dish and sit back with a full stomach.  You feel a soft pressure on you chin and notice Crystal wiping away a spot of chili.  She just beams at you and goes back to the movie.  As you watch though, you're distracted by your own thoughts.  You're still hung up on Sam and from that anxiety, you move to a number of other thoughts.  How long has Sam felt this way?  Do you feel the same way?  What about Crystal?  How are you supposed to relax around your best friends when you keep having to have them change you?  Anxiety builds on anxiety and you end up pulling your legs up onto the sofa and against your chest.  It only shifts when you feel an arm drape over your shoulder.  Crystal pulls you closer and guides your head to rest on her shoulder.  Sam turns and leans her back against you, sandwiching you between their warmth.  You breathe deep and finally untense, letting your big sisters take a bit of that fear away.
After a terrible old horror movie, Sam insists on something with more action and pops in Casino Royal.  You sit and enjoy it with the girls, ignorant of the growing pressure in your gut.  It isn't until near the end when you feel that familiar pressure. No. Nonono.  Not yet.  You cannot do this in front of them.  You WILL not.  You just need to get home and to a bathroom.  You are not going to mess your diaper.  You just aren't ready for that.
Well? Do you make it?
A.) Rush home
B.) Rush to the bathroom
C.) Hold it until the night is done
D.) Fail to hold it at all.

Your stomach gurgles and you pray they didn't here it.  You clinch your entire body.  If you run now, Sam and Crystal will want to know why.  You can hold it.  It's just like a long car ride.  That's all it is.  Speaking of car rides, the movie has reached the chase near the end.  Bond is racing around the corner, trying to catch the men who took his love, when he sees her left in the road.  The Aston Martin swerves and flips off of the road.  The noise and chaos rip you back to yesterday.  The screech of tires, the scream of bending metal.  You watch helplessly as the sports car rolls over and over.  You remember the loss of reference, not knowing which way is up.  The airbag slaps you in the face as glass turns to powder around you.  Lost in the moment, you loose control and give a strangled shout.  And then you let go.  Your stomach rumbles and your bowels loosen into the diaper.  There was no mistaking the messy noise of your release.  Both of the girls' heads turn to look at you and you tremble at their attention.
“You alright there buddy?” Sam asks, but you are already gone, rushing to the bathroom, trying not to go more with each step. Damn it.  Damn it!  You rush in and nearly slam the door behind you.  You tense every muscle you have to make it stop.  You're panting now.  Ashamed and humiliated, you try to think.  Your diaper sags around your waist, nagging at you for a change. The mess is wet and warm and clings to your skin.  You turn around and see the back of the diaper bulging out, the pink around the area a great deal darker.  An acrid smell begins to reach your nose, and you realize it's you.  You're shaking now and your eyes begin to sting with tears.  Why?  Why does all of this keep happening?
“Anonymous?” Crystal's soft voice calls through the door, “Are you alright in there?”
“I-I'm fine,” your trembling voice comes back.
There is a moment of silence before Crystal says, “Anonymous, you need a new diaper.  If you come out, I'll change you and we can go back to the movie.”
You won't let them see you like this, “Can you just hand me a new one?  I'll put it on.”  There is a muffled conversation on the other side of the door.  The voices raise a bit before Crystal tells Sam to let her handle it.
“That's not how it works sweetie,” the blonde gently corrects you, “Please just come out.  We'll go to my room and we can get you a nice clean one, okay?”
“No!” you snap, “I'm not coming out.  I can- I can-” You can't do anything.  You're trapped in there.  The tears are getting bigger as you stare at the pathetic thing in the mirror.  So pitiful.  You can't even control your own bowl movements anymore.  You hate that person staring back at you. The door swings open and Crystal is standing there.  You try to back away, but her long thin arms reach out and pull you to her.  Both girls have always been a great deal taller than you and she holds your face against her chest as she hugs you.
You sniffle and croak, “I tried to- I tried but I couldn't-”
“Shhhh,” the young woman says softly, “I know.  It's okay.  That's our place now, and it's okay.”  Her lithe fingers run through your hair again and again as she just holds you, “That was a bad choice of movie.  I'm sorry we scarred you.  I should have thought better of it.”
“S'okay,” you mumble into her chest.
“Come on,” the blonde pulls back and takes you by the hand, “Lets get you changed.  You'll feel better in a clean diaper.”  You don't even think to argue as she gently leads you to her room.  In one corner, you see Crystal has clearly thought ahead as always.  An entire changing table is set up.  Cupboards are set into the piece of furniture stocked with extra powder, wipes, and lotion along with other items.
Crystal notices you staring as she closes the door behind you, “I had a distant cousin whose sister went backwards.  He offered me their old table.  It's a good set, and it's built for adults.”
“You really prepped for this, huh?” you stumble for words.
“I'm always prepared,” the blonde beams, “Now lay down and we can get you clean.”  Your led to the table and without preamble, Crystal hooks her hands under your arm pits and helps you hop onto the table.  The mess in your diaper squelches under your weight and you shudder at the feeling.  Your friend just keeps smiling as she guides you back to lay down on the cushioned table.  The young woman then walks around her room, pausing to light a few scented candles.  The pleasant scents begin to waft around the room and make for a pleasant change.  She returns and pulls off your shirt, leaving you only in a soiled diaper.
Crystal runs her hands softly over your chest and stomach, keeping eye contact, “Now Anonymous.  I need you to be honest.  Did you finish going?”
You're face warms up at the question, “I, well.”
“If not, you need to now.  I don't think you want to go again tonight and get upset,” She gently chides you.  You can feel that you aren't finished, but you can't just go again right in front of her.
Crystal nods slightly, “It's alright sweetie.  I've done some reading and it's hard for everyone their first time messing.  I found some good advice online.”
The blonde's rubbing gets slightly stronger and centers on your stomach and falls into a slow, repeating motion downward, “Just pick a point on the ceiling and stare at it.  Don't think, just listen and breathe deep.”  You do as you're told and stare upwards.  Crystal repeats a few calm words about letting go and you try to relax and let her massage distract you from thinking.  Slowly, the pressure in your stomach comes back.  You don't have to push as the last of your bowels softly empty into your diaper.
After a time, Crystal stops and smiles at you, “There.  All done.  You feel better don't you?”
You grimace at the feeling around your nethers and the blonde gives a soft chuckle, “Well, you'll feel better when you're clean.”  Crystal shifts down to be next to your bottom and slides a piece of cloth beneath your rear.
She clucks her tongue in annoyance, “Look at this.  Samantha didn't tape you properly.  You're lucky you didn’t have a leak.”  She reaches over you and pops the hastily closed tapes.  Your friend folds the diaper back and you can see the brown stain in you'd left in it.  She quickly rolls the mess up and drops it  into a plastic trash can.  The spring loaded lid seals shut and traps the smell in as it closes.  You can smell what's left on your bottom, but the candles help a great deal.
Crystal continues to voice her displeasure, “No baby powder, lotion isn't rubbed in all the way.  She didn't even read the pamphlets I gave her did she?  What was she even doing in there all that time?”  You suddenly find the rest of the room fascinating as you try not to catch the blonde's eye.  As she wipes you clean, your eyes wander over her immaculately made bed and fall on the books perched on her nightstand.  'How Changing Him will Change You Both','The Fast Track for Going Back', 'Diapers for Dummies'.  You notice one in particular, “The Romance of Surrender, How Trust Leads to Love'.  That one looks... different than the rest.
Crystal wraps her hand around both your ankles and lifts you backwards to continue to clean.  Apparently she's been borrowing Sam's weights.
“There now,” she finishes and tosses the copious amount of wipes into the can, “That's a lot better.  Your bottom is a lot cuter when its clean.”  You blush at the compliment and Crystal opens a door on the changing table.
“I think this occasion calls for a special treat,” she notes as she rummages in the cupboard.  She eventually straitens up, holding a new diaper, but where Sam's had been thin and meant for movement, this padded beast looked significantly thicker.  The garment is light purple and decorated with a print of toys and stuffed animals.  The words 'Little Cutie' are stamped on the front.  You struggle to see an improvement over your last diaper, but you notice the excited look on your friend's face and don't make to argue.  How long could it last anyway?
“This lotion has the best reviews for fighting rash, so don't worry,” Crystal says as she squirts a healthy amount onto your nethers.  As she rubs it in, her fingers run across your stitches.  Her smile falters and she stops for a moment. You grimace at the scar, but she just puts on a comforting expression, “It's alright. Samantha and I will take good care of you.  You're safe now.”  However saccharine, the words oddly comfort you and you find yourself smiling back at her.  More lotion goes over your bottom and Crystal asks you to take a deep breath as her finger probes inside you.  You don't fight her this time, but maybe you're just tired.  The cloth is pulled out from under you and replaced with the monstrous diaper.  The thick padding is folded over your crotch and Crystal carefully places each tab, smoothing the front tabs backwards to give you the tightest fit.  The bulge of the thing rises in your view and your bottom lifts slightly as you rest on the cushion wrapped around your seat.  Crystal pulls you up and you stand there, legs awkwardly pushed apart by the sheer bulk of the diaper.  How are you going to walk in this thing?
You look up to see Crystal giving you a glowing smile, “There we go Anonymous, Auntie Crystal made it all better, didn't she?”  You stare at the woman in front of you and she suddenly seems so beautiful.  Suddenly the tears are back and blurring your vision.  You try to hold them back, but they finally overflow and streak down your cheeks.  Crystal gives you a knowing, gentle smile and hugs you against her.  You begin to shake as you sob into her chest, not really knowing why.  Crystal doesn't say much. She just leads you to the bed and sits down.  You try to sit next to her, but she pulls you onto her lap, cradling your head back to lean against her chest.
“That's good sweetie,”  she whispers into your hair as she kisses the top of your head, “Let it out.  Just let that wreck drain out of you.”  You tremble in her arms and let  her warmth envelope you.  You don't know how long you sit with her, choking out sobs and stuttering about how it wasn't fair.  You hadn't realized how much the wreck had shaken you up, but you can't deny all that fear and anger that is coming out of you now.  Maybe it's a lot of things, but you don't care anymore.  You just want to cry and let Crystal hold you like she used to.  Eventually your sobbing stops and you just lay there in her arms.  Your friend's been rocking you back and forth ever so slightly for a while now.
A knock gets your attention and Sam cracks the door open, looking apprehensive, “Is, um, are you cool Nony?”  You look at her through red eyes and give a small nod.
“He's doing a lot better now,” Crystal says, running her fingers through your hair, “I think he just needed a good release.”
Sam nods and awkwardly holds out a bottle of water, “Need some?”
Crystal motions her over and you take the water, unscrewing the top and taking a long pull.  Your throat is soar and the cool liquid is heavenly.  Sam makes to leave, but feels your hand grab her wrist.  She looks back, and you shyly pull at her.
“I don't think he wants you to leave,” Crystal interprets.  You don't know why you can't muster any words.  It must be your soar throat.
“Yeah,” the cute punk says, lightening up, “You never could do without us, could you midget?”  Sam reaches out and musses your hair.
“I keep telling you not to call him that,” the woman holding you says.
“And I keep ignoring you,” Sam shoots back, “It's a solid system.  Why change now?”
Crystal rolls her eyes, “Well, lets get ready for bed then.  I think we'll turn in early.  Sam, let his mother know he's staying here tonight.”
“Will do,” the redhead replies, typing at her phone.  You don't recall agreeing to stay, but you can't argue.  You really do just want to stay with the two of them right now.  The two change into sleeping clothes, Crystal in a night gown and Sam in a t-shirt and boy shorts.  You are left only in your diaper.  Crystal pulls back her downy comforter and motions you to lay in the middle.  Crystal then gets in behind you and wraps her arms around your chest.  Sam plops down in front and hugs you tight. The two completely encompass you and for the first time in days, you feel totally safe.
“Goodnight Anonymous,” Crystal whispers in your ear and squeezes you against her.
“Night Nonny,” Sam leans in and gives you a peck on the lips, “sweet dreams.”
You begin to drift off and mumble, “G'night ladies.  And thanks.”  Whatever, weirdness this world has in store for you, at least one thing is constant.  These two mean the world to you.

Well, how do you wake up?

A.) With Both
B.) With Sam
C.)With Crystal
D.) None

And are you wet or dry?

C/Wet/E.) You wake up looking at Sam's sleeping face.  Knowing Sam, you'd expected her to be drooling and awkwardly crowding you in bed.  However, the redhead, who you are beginning to realize is a lot more beautiful than you'd really appreciated in the past, was laying there serenely, holding you like her favorite stuffed animal, her face the faintest of smiles.  You feel Crystal's breath on the back of your neck, and you can still feel one of her arms wrapped around your chest.  Birds tweet outside the bedroom window and a faint morning light glows from behind the blinds.  You are warm, content, pleasantly drowsy, and in the arms of two wonderful women.  There are worse ways to wake up.
As you make up your mind to snuggle into the two of them and return to sleep, there is a clicking sound followed by the wiring of gears.  A flash pops against your retinas and you jerk to look up.  Hovering above the bed if the Djinn.  In her hands is a relic of an old Polaroid camera.
“Awwww,” she coos, “You three are just the cutest things since one of my previous masters wished me to create sloths.  You're welcome for that one by the way.”  The genie snatches the recently printed photo from the machine and begins to shake it with a flick of her wrist.
“What-” you begin, but immediately stop, hesitant to wake the girls.  You mouth the rest of your question.  What the hell was she doing?
“Capturing the moment for future posterity,” she answers and holds up the ancient camera.  You cock an eyebrow at the relic.
“What?” she asks, “There aren't any places open to develop the film right now.”  Satisfied with the picture, she tosses it onto a large pile of them that is also floating above the bed, calmly giving gravity the finger.
“Also, this way I can make flip books!” Harvey snaps her fingers and the pictures fly as one into the air, dancing there before halting one by one into an ordered stack, a number of inches thick.
“Now gaze puny mortal at the sight of your own sleep cycle!” she bellows as the stack zooms down to rest in front of your face.  All but one photo lifts up and bends.  Like a pack of cards, the photos begin to slip down to play out an animation of the night.  As you watch the three of you sleep, the Djinn sings out a wordless tune you might here at the circus,  “DA DA dadadada da da da da!”
The animation leaves much to be desired on plot and action as the three of you fidget under the comforter in sped up time.  Occasionally one of you leaves the bed briefly, but you return shortly.  The flip book runs out and you give a confused look at the Djinn.
“Oh right,” she says, slapping her forehead, “I need to adjust the filter.”  She snaps her fingers and suddenly the comforter is gone from all of the photos, laying the three of you bare. Sam in her boy shorts, Crystal in her nightgown, and you in only your puffy purple diaper lay uncovered on the bed.
“Lets try this again,” and the animation continues, slower this time.  You watch as Sam's leg lifts up to rub against yours in your sleep.  Her smooth, tan limb lovingly caresses yours as her her toes gently run over your own foot.  She looks to be sleeping as she does so, but the redhead eventually leans in, her lips inches from yours.  Briefly you see her eyes crack open as she hovers her mouth above yours, but she eventually recoils and shakes her head.  Blushing like you didn't know Sam could, she only snuggles into you and goes back to sleep.
“I think she has a crush on yooouuu,” the Djinn sings, “But wait! There's more!”  The flip book seems to jump ahead and this time it is Crystal that stirs.  Her hands begin to move up and down your torso, her fingers dancing over your chest.  Her fingers dip and linger over your abs.  You'd never been a body builder, but you were a little proud to have some definition in the area.  Crystal seems appreciative as well as she slowly traces your muscles again and again.  You notice her chest lifting and falling faster as one of her hands leaves your stomach and travels south.  Softly, her hand falls on your diaper and her fingers sink into the soft padding. Her mouth opens to pant against your neck.  Her grip tightens and loosens and the blonde inches closer to you, laying her entire body to be intertwined with yours.  Her blue eyes are lidded as she finally leans in and places a kiss on your shoulder.  Then the crook of your neck.  She then hesitates, watching you for a reaction and then grins a slyer grin than you might expect from the woman and nips at your ear.  You finally stir in your sleep, and she freezes, her eyes opening wide.  You don't wake up and Crystal seems to decide to cancel her plans.  She untangles her legs from yours and gives you a bit of room to breathe.  However, her hand remains resting on your nethers, quite happy where it is.
“Ooohhh,” Harvey comments, “That was naughty.”  Your cheeks light up at the sight.  You knew Sam seemed to have a thing for you, but you didn't expect Crystal to be the same, or so bold.
The flip book seems to fast forward a few hours, “And now, the climax!” The photos slow to normal speed as you watch the three of you sleep peacefully.
“And enhance!” The photos actually zoom in, the view resting on your waste.
“So?” you whisper as the pictures don't seem to change, “What's the big-” You are stopped as you notice a change.  Your diaper is getting darker.  Much to your horror, the spot spreads and soon a large section of your diaper clearly becomes wet.  As it does so, new words replace the 'Little Cutie' phrase on the front of your nappy, the wetness indicator activating.  'Change Me Pwease' is the new, disgustingly cute catchphrase of your diaper.  You grind your teeth as the Djinn begins to guffaw, the wetness around your crotch finally registering.
“Look at that little guy,” Harvey crows, “You were right.  It took TWO nights until you were wetting.  Like. A. Brat.”
Your face is a crimson mask as you growl at the woman, “I hate you.”
Harvey gives a Cheshire smile, “Oh? And wherefore comes this hate?”
She floats over to you and slowly rotates upside down, her face getting closer to yours, “Was it when I saved your life?  Was it when your mother looked proud of herself for the first time in years?  Was it when you finally got it through your thick skull that your best friends are tired of being friends? Was it when you fell asleep in their arms?  Do tell me little mortal, what havoc have I wrought on your boring little life?”  You do your best to glare back at her, but your face falters, “I... I just don't like-”
“Giving up control?” the Djinn forces a different answer into your mouth, “Every bit of fun happened because you finally let it happen.  Maybe you should give up a little more control mortal.  After all, are you certain taking it back is what you really want?”  Of course you want it back!  You want to wear pants again.  You want boxers again.  You want your life back!
Harvey reads your face and chuckles, “Then get out of their arms and go get your big boy pants.  But I don't really see the fairness of that trade.  Sounds a lot more like a baby throwing a tantrum to me.”  You try to stare her down, but your eyes drop away from her face, your hug around Sam tightening a bit without meaning to.
The Djinn's smile softens a bit at the sight, “That's a start mortal.  That's a good start.”  And she's gone.
Sam stirs in your arms and yawns.  Her eyes open to look into yours blearily, “Morning Nony.  What're you making for breakfast?”
You can't help but grin back, “I was thinking my patented pancakes with chocolate chips.”
“And strawberries, and whipped cream?” the redhead asks, her eyes full of hope.
You nod and her face lights up, “Bitchin!” You feel Crystal move behind you, stirred by your conversation.
“Mmmm, what's this I hear about pancakes?” the blonde mumbles through her fading sleep.
“Nony's makin' em,” Sam says excitedly, “Chocolate chips!”
“That's a lot of sugar first thing in the morning,” Crystal begins.
“Then you don't get chocolate in yours.  You can have them plain,” the redhead replies.
“I didn't say that,” the blonde murmurs, hiding her face behind your shoulder.
“Didn't think so,” Sam says, grinning at her victory, “Come on.  Diabetes calls me like a saccharine mistress!”
“Alright Sam,” you say, “just slow down. I'm getting up.”
“Wait,” Crystal stops you and you feel an unexpected pressure on your nethers as the blonde checks your diaper, “I think you need a change first Anonymous.”
“Really?” Sam gives you an incredulous look, “He wet the bed?”
The wind is knocked out of your sails as you blush furiously, “I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to.”
“Of course you didn't sweetie,” Crystal gives you a hug from behind, “It's natural.  You're just going faster than most.  That's a good thing.”
“Yeah midget,” Sam adds, gently shoving you in the shoulder, “It's nothing to freak out about.  Crystal, you change him, I'll get the kitchen ready.”
The redhead makes to leave, but her friend's voice stops her, “Not so fast Samantha.  You're staying right here.”
The punk spins on her heel and gives Crystal a confused look, “You want me to change him?  Alright, no biggie.”
“No, you won't be doing that either,” the blonde corrects her, laying an arm over you in a protective manner, “You'll be watching.  You need to learn how to change him properly.”
Sam scowls, “Hey, I know how to change him just fine.”
“Not from what I've seen,” Crystal lectures, “He almost had a leak last night.  Can you imagine how much that might have upset him?  Let alone the damage to the sofa.  We're going to have a lesson right now.  Now get a diaper!”  Sam puts her arms on her hips and pouts, but her friend's look of authority doesn't waver.
“Fine,” she gives up, “But we're using mine.  He's cuter in pink.”
“Agreed,” is Crystal's answer.  You're beginning to wonder if you have say in any of this, but you suspect you know the answer.  The comforter is pulled off of the bed and you are laid down on a changing mat.
“It will be easier this was if there are two of us.  The changing table is against the wall.”
You shrug and try to get a blush off of your cheeks.  Crystal places a few pillows beneath your back to make you more comfortable, lifting your head slightly to watch her as she works.
Sam comes back into the room holding one of her feminine looking nappies, “Let's get this show on the road.”
“Alright then,” Crystal begins, “The first thing you must do is make sure he's comfortable.”
“He is,” Sam interrupts.
“I am,” you agree.
The blonde's face goes a little red, “More than just a cushion.  You need to comfort him.  My books say this stage is important for easing him into going backwards.  You need to encourage him, praise him for using the diaper.”
“Way to go champ,” Sam gives you a double thumbs up.
“Stop teasing him,” Crystal scowls and bats Sam's hands down before giving you a friendly smile, “You're doing fine Anonymous.  I'm proud of you for going so easily.”  You just cringe back into the pillows, not thrilled to have an audience.
“So now we remove the diaper,” the blonde continues, pulling the tapes of the huge nappy and folding it back, “Don't close it yet.  You can put your used wipes in it.  It makes cleanup faster.” The diaper is placed on the floor.  She then opens the wipes and plucks one of them out.
“Gently, but thoroughly clean him.  Don't rush, you might miss a spot,” Crystal lectures.  The cool wipe warms against your skin and you find her ministrations rather pleasing.  You have to fight not to react.
“Like this?” Sam asks, getting her own wipe and adding her hand to the mix.
“Yes, very good Samantha,” her friend replies, “keep going and try to smile at him.  It reassures him he's safe.”
Crystal gives you a smile that would be patronizing on anyone else, but she manages to make it calming.
Sam grins at you, showing her teeth, “You're cool Nony, I got this.”  Her hand slides along your shaft and begins to rub you clean.  You can't deny how lovely that feels and you soon begin to react.
“Hey, I think your advice is working,” Sam gets Crystal's attention, “He looks real happy to me.”
The blonde's eyes look down to see your slowly rising manhood.
Her blush widens, “That's... natural.  It's perfectly natural for him to react that way.”
“Yeah,” the redhead agrees as she 'cleans', “This thing's a regular beauty of nature.”
Crystal's eyes linger on her friend's hand, “He is rather gift- I mean be more gentle! And make sure to get under the foreskin.  Here, let me do it.”  The blonde's own hand now reaches your shaft and struggle for room, carefully cleaning the head and surrounding skin. You clench your jaw and try not to make a sound, but your reddening face says it all.
You gasp when Crystal rubs her wipe over your head again and the blonde stops, “We should, we should keep going.  Anonymous, can you lift your bottom for me?”  Sam looks disappointed, but you do as you're told, and the two of them help you lean your legs back.  They clean your rear and you try to relax.  That is until the lotion comes out.  Crystal walks Sam through properly rubbing the lotion in and the feeling is once again marvelous.  Sam's hand begins to linger on your shaft again and you hear a moan.  But it isn't yours. You look up to see the Djinn floating there again.  She's laying on her side on a bed that isn't there and biting her lip as she watches.  An idle hand plays with a petite breast beneath her silk garments. She has a front row seat to this and she briefly makes eye contact and winks before going back to watching your friend's hands.
“Samantha,” Crystal lectures, missing much of her usual condescension, “His bottom needs lotion too.” You are lifted by both of them as your rear is hoisted into the air, and the two begin to rub you down.  You can feel it as Sam gives you the occasional grope, but you could swear Crystal is doing the same.  Harvey's hand disappears beneath her waste band.
“Now,” the blonde eventually says, “We need to be on guard against diaper rash, so you need to gently place a small amount of lotion just inside of his rectum.  Be careful, it's going to be uncomfortable for him if you aren't gentle.”
“Oh, I don't think that's going to be a problem,” Sam says slyly as Crystal gives her a questioning look.  The blonde rubs lotion onto her finger and gently prods your backdoor.
“Deep breath Anonymous,” she says as she penetrates you and squirms a bit to spread the lotion.  Your manhood reacts despite yourself and you hope they don't notice.  The Djinn does however, as you see her hand moving back and forth beneath her pants in a slow rhythm.
“Wait,” Sam says as Crystal pulls her finger out, “Do you go this deep-” the redhead inserts her own lotion coated finger into you.
“Or this deep?” she finishes as she plunges her index finger in to the base.  Your cock jumps as she hits that special spot again.
“Sa-samantha,” Crystal sputters, but Sam doesn't stop.
“This deep?” the pulls almost entirely out, “Or this deep?” And the finger is shoved back in as your shaft bounces again to the rhythm. The redhead keeps going and you are quickly at full attention.
“Samantha, stop that this instant!” Crystal tries to protest, but her eyes keep drifting to your throbbing manhood. The redhead looks from Crystal to you and locks eyes.
She slowly brings her finger to a stop just inside of you, “I'll stop Cryssie, but he has to tell me to.  Well Nony?  Do you want me to stop?  Or do you want me to keep going?  Aren't you having fun?”  Both girls look at you and your realize you are breathing heavy.  You are blushing, but it's not just embarrassment anymore and you can feel yourself gripping the sheets.  The Djinn watches as well, grinning wide with her lip between her teeth.  You should stop.  This is going to be embarrassing.  You don't like them seeing you like this, helpless.  But...
“D-don't,” you finally manage to stutter out, “Don't stop.  Please?”  Harvey moans at your answer and her hand's motions pick up.
“Sure thing little guy,” Sam says, “Auntie Sammy takes care of her Nonny.”  And her finger plunges back in. Despite yourself, you moan at the increased pace and twitch at each entry.
Crystal seems lost for words as she watches the carnal act and just stares at her friend fingering her other friend right in front of her.  You look to her and feel shame crawling along your cheeks.  She looks back down at your face and notices your insecurity.
The blonde seems to find herself and brings a hand up to cup your cheek, “It's alright Anonymous, s-sexual activity is nothing to be ashamed of.  It's perfectly natural for you to enjoy this.”
Rallying herself, Crystal turns to Sam, “You're technique is flawed.  You should be giving him pleasure on his- on his manhood as well.”  The blonde reaches up and hesitates before placing her hand on your shaft.  She begins to rub slowly up and down your length, using the lotion still there to eases her massage.
“And when did you become an expert on ass play?” Sam chides her friend.
“Well, I,” the blonde sputters back, “I know enough about the human body to know the importance of-”
“Yeah right,” the redhead shoots back, “Hide your manga better sweetie.  Good taste though.”  Crystal puffs out her cheeks in a pout at the accusation, but doesn't let up on you.  With both pleasures now working in tandem, you loose yourself and let out a long, low moan.  Both girls react to this with a redoubling of their efforts.  Crystal's hand is no longer toying with your manhood, but is now pumping up and down.  You feel it as Sam slips a second finger into you, and you find it even more pleasurable as her middle finger makes a come-hither motion against your favored spot.  You manage to tear your eyes away to see the Djinn going at a rapid pace.  In a moment of clarity, you realize she is pleasuring herself at the same rate as Sam is penetrating you.  Her tongue curls out and she gives you a lewd look as she works.
	Crystal's eyes are too glued to you to notice Sam's other arm reach around her back.  The redhead’s hand curl's around the blonde's front and quickly gropes her best friend.  Crystal gives a strangled yelp as Sam sinks her fingers into the blondes impressive bust.  She tries to give the redhead a withering look, but the expression is undercut when she moans.
“S-Sam,” she tries to protest.
“Aww,” Sam replies, “Have a little fun girly.  Nony here can't have all the fun.  Besides, guys dig a little girl on girl.”  The hand leaves Crystal's breast and pulls her nightie up.  You then realize your blonde friend hadn't worn underwear to bed.  A neatly trimmed bush lays just over her glistening womanhood, wet with her own pleasure.  Sam's hand reaches down and begins to rub, circling her button.
“S-Sam!” she echoes, not protesting this time.  You watch as Sam pleasures the both of you and let yourself go, reveling in the moment.  As wonderful as it is, you refuse to let it belong just to you.  You reach up yourself and get a grip on Sam's boy shorts.  You pull them aside and reveal her own sex.  Two of your fingers begin to rub and Sam jumps at the pleasure.
“Ohhh, Nony,” she moans, “Didn't know you had it in you.  Keep going babe.”  You do and soon all three of you moan in a carnal harmony, the Dijinn's own voice joining in moments later.  You add your own hand to Crystal's pleasure and the group as a whole begins to speed up.  You’re getting close now.  Your manhood aches for release and you can feel your body getting ready.
“You ready Nonny?” Sam asks, her face a deep crimson with pleasure, “You almost there?”
Crystal can't help herself and joins in, “Yes darling, come for us.  Come for your Aunties.”
Their words push you over the edge, and you give a final, loud moan as your manhood erupts.  Ropes of your orgasm spill across your chest, painting you with ecstasy.  You shake, and twitch, all dignity lost as you lean into Sam's fingers and pump against Crystal's hand, desperate for more.  The girl's own voices raise not long after your climax and the sheets are soaked with their final moments of bliss.  The three of you collapse to the bed together.  Both girls continue to play with you, enjoying watching your softening manhood twitch at their will.  You pant with exhaustion and bask in their warmth.  Above you, the Djinn's tongue hangs out as she is lost in pleasure.  She eventually withdraws her hand from her pants to lick her fingers clean in a slow, theatrical manner.  She gives you one last lustful grin before floating through the ceiling and out of sight.
“That.  That was lovely,” Crystal manages.
“Yup,” Sam agrees, “A real team effort.”
“But I think we need to clean poor Anonymous up.  We appear to have made a bit of a mess.”  You look down to see your cum still glistening on your torso.
“Fair enough,” Sam concedes and pops her fingers from you at last, eliciting one last gasp from you.
Sam cleans her hands while Crystal takes a number of wipes to your chest.  Her hands lazily trace your abs as she works, enjoying the dying embers of the moment.  Eventually, you are clean and the blonde motions for Sam to hand her the diaper.
You don't fight it as it is slid under you, “Now Sam, one last thing.”
“Gotta get the last word don't you?”
“Listen,” Crystal keeps going, “I know you want him to be able to move in them, but diapers this thin aren't for beginners.  He needs to get used to diapers before he can wear a play-diaper properly.  For now, we're going to put an extra pad in for added protection.”  She pulls a booster pad from the nightstand and places is beneath your bottom, adding significantly to the bulk.
“Hmmm,” Sam rubs her chin and gives you a smirk, “Better use two.  We don't want baby leaking now do we?”
You bristle a bit at the term, but Crystal adds, “You may be right.  Better to be safe.”  Another pad is added and the diaper begins to resemble the monster from before.  Crystal makes Sam watch as she applies a great deal of powder to your nethers and carefully rubs it all in. The redhead then helps fold the overstuffed diaper up and carefully closes the tape, locking you back into the painfully pink nappy.
“Whelp,” Sam announces, “He's clean, but I need a shower.  C'ya at breakfast.”  The cute punk's cute rear disappears out the door.
“I'm afraid I must agree,” says Crystal, “Go ahead and wait in the living room while I put these sheets in the wash and take a shower as well.  You nod and sit up in the bed.
Crystal stops you before you can stand up, “One more thing.”  And her lips are on yours.  You breathe her in as she kisses you and you smell her perfume mixed with your shared sweat.  Her tongue doesn't ask permission and pushes into your mouth, entwining with yours in a brief moment of bliss before her pulls away.
“I refuse for just now to be the last time we do that,” she gives you the most beautiful smile you've seen from the girl, “You are forewarned.”
She reaches down and pats you on your cushioned rear, “Now go make breakfast.  Extra chocolate in mine if you please.”