"Dare me!" Kyle said to Jennifer a little nervous and unsure of what she had in store for him. "Do your worst."
Jennifer smiled. "I dare you to start pissing yourself like the little boy you act like. I dare you to piss yourself so often you have to start wearing diapers!" Then
Jennifer quickly hung up the phone.
Kyle hung up his end of the line and paused for a moment. Nahh, that couldn't happen. She just wasted her dare. Kyle was sure of it. He picked up his basketball
and headed out to the driveway to practice shooting some hoops. Kyle was only outside for five minutes before it started to happen. As he headed for the basket
to try for a lay-up he felt the uncontrolled stream escape him, soaking his kahkis with a warm steaming liquid. It's didn't just leak out a little either, it poured like a
deluge. "What the fuck!? No No No! She didn't really make this happen!" As Kyle stood ther grasping his sopping crotch with both his hands, the puddle he had
made on the pavement was quickly dripping down the driveway. Then as he stood there in shock and disgust, his mother pulled in the driveway coming home from
work. She stopped there before him, and quickly got out of the car. "My word!" she said rushing over to him, "what happened to you? You are 15 years old,
aren't you a little old for problems like this?" Kyles mom, rushed the blushing boy inside to help him get cleaned up, as his faucet continued to spurt out the
remaining contents of his ineffective bladder.
Later that night after dinner, and after his soiled kahkis had long been thrown in the washer and replaced with one of his favorite pairs of Levis, Kyle sat on his bed
with thoughts of dread going through his head. When would it happen again. Well the answer to his question came much sooner than he had expected, and his
crotch again began to feel the effects of the curse that Jennifer had wrought. his 501's were now filling with the 2 glasses of pop he had at dinner, and his bed was
gaining in on the effects of this latest episode. There was no way he could turn off the stream this time either, as he jumped off the bed, he continued to dampen his
new change of jeans as well as the carpet he was standing on. "Jeeze!" Kyle was now beyond frantic. His mother in the adjoining room heard his scampering
around and came by to investigate and see that her son had done it again. "Paul..." his mom called, and then his dad was asked to go to the drug store and get
some diapers for thier son in case this happened again. "No way mom, I don't need diapers..." Kyle pleaded, but his mother just gave him a sorrowful look and
said that if he wet again, they should be prepared. He was just soiling too much, already in only several hours time he had wet two pair of pants, his bed and the
carpet in his room. She said she couldn't understand why he had started wetting all of a sudden, but said it wouldn't keep going on without him wearing protection.
Kyle knew why he was wetting, and couldn't wait to get to school tomorrow so he could get his revenge, even if he had to go generously padded.