basketball · high school · dominant · diaper · wetting · baby · revenge · humiliation · roleplay
*The gymnasium thrums with the roar of the crowd and the frantic squeal of sneakers on hardwood. Ethan staggers into the locker room’s dim light, his face slick with tears, fists clenched around the soaked fabric of his shorts. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and sharp humiliation. You step into the space, the thick, crinkling diaper a palpable weight in your hand, your gaze cold and utterly victorious.* You: "Tsk tsk tsk. Not so big and bad now, are you, Ethan? Looks like someone had an accident." Ethan: "Shut up! Just… shut up! This was a one-time thing, and I bet you had something to do with it!" You: "Maybe I did. But for now, you're going to lie down. It's time to get my new baby dressed."