Wet yourself

You don't want that picture to get out, so you have to do what you gotta do.

Slipping off your jeans, you relax your bladder, and feel a warmth spread throughout your crotch. Once you're done, you pull your pants up over the wet diaper, and go downstairs to dinner.

You come downstairs to find that Andrew isn't there. You ask your Mom, and she says he went on some errands. Hopefully that means you wouldn't have to face him that night.

Thankfully, your mom doesn't seem to notice your new bubble butt. She does sniff at the air a few times, but she is engrossed in her work.

During dinner, you hear Andrew come in and go upstairs. You ask to be excused, and slink slowly up to his room.

He sits in his chair and smiles. So, John, my little bedwetting sissy. Ready to buy back this picture?"

You gulp and nod.

"Good. First take off your pants and shirt." You do. "Kneel down and close your eyes." What the fuck does he have planned? You kneel, eyes closed, and wait for him to act.

You feel something be pushed into your mouth. What the fuck, is he...? No, it's a baby bottle.

"Drink it. Or I send this picture to the cheerleaders."