Things like Photoshop exist, you can claim the video was faked. You just won't acknowledge it unless someone brings it up, and then you can just deny it.
Andrew just listens to your response, looks down at his phone, and hits a button. He turns the screen to face you. "Video sent to Davis, Mandi, and 43 other people..."
Well, shit. 43 people? 43?
He turns and leaves, without saying a word, but you hear him snickering.
Sighing, you quickly turn off social media notifications on your phone and mute texts. You'll deal with this tomorrow.
You return to your homework, but within 20 minutes you hear a knock on...your window? You're on the second floor, who could be knocking on your window?
You walk over and open it, to find someone standing on a ladder. It's Davis, that popular jock you always see around the halls.
"Hey, Davis, what do you want?" you ask. Confused as to why he's outside your window, you're about to ask again when he climbs through.
"Woah, bro, what are you--" Oh shit. The text. His name was the first on the list! And you can't even deny it--you're sitting here in a diaper!
You scramble to explain, but before you know it two more people are in your room! Another jock, a muscle-bound guy named Tyrone, and a hot cheerleader named Mandi.
They just stand there, staring at your puffy diaper. No one speaks, until Mandi says, "Did you like it, slut?"
"W-what?" you ask, confused.
"Oh, don't be nervous," she giggles. "I remember my first time, too. It was with this hunk, actually." She playfully shoves Davis.
Oh God--she's referring to the video, isn't she?
"Look, I--" you start, but you are interrupted by Tyrone.
"Nah, it's cool. We know everything about everyone in this school. People are into some weird shit, a diaper is nothin'.
Of course, it's nothing if you show off those cum-guzzlin' skills for us, right here, right now."
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