Greg had given up on putting Dan back into diapers. Through his tricks, he had gotten Dan to use his training pants to pee more often than he used the toilet. Dan was even messing himself regularly. Sure, Greg used laxatives at first, but for a week now, he hadn’t been doing anything to try to get Dan to mess himself, and it had still happened four times.
Despite all this, however, Dan refused to wear diapers. He insisted that his messy accidents were small and infrequent enough that his training pants could handle it. Which, thus far, they had. Even with laxatives. So Greg had abandoned his plan.
Which was why he was surprised when he picked his roommate up from work one day. Dan was sitting on the curb wearing his work shirt, a diaper cover, and presumably, a diaper underneath the diaper cover. No pants.
“What happened?” Greg asked. Dan sighed.
“You know how you kept warning me I was playing with fire? That if I wasn’t careful, I’d have a blowout my training pants couldn’t handle?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it finally happened. While I was helping a customer.” Dan buried his face in his hands. “Now, Kristof is insisting I wear diapers at work. And a diaper cover, too, to make sure I don’t leak at all. I'm still going to wear training pants at home, though. But at work, I don't have a choice anymore."
“Oh man, that stinks,” Greg lied. Secretly, however, he was thrilled. Kristof was making Dan wear diapers at work, so it was only a matter of time before Dan wore diapers all the time. “Where are your pants?”
“Here.” Dan held up a plastic grocery bag. “They got poop on them.”
“Gross. We can wash them when we get home.”
“Thank you,” Dan sighed. He stood up and climbed into the car, buckling himself into his booster seat. As they drove home, Greg formulated his next step in the plan. By they time they got back to the apartment, he knew what he was going to do next. He was going to convince Dan to…