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A Bet To Lose, Chapter 4 free porn video
Richard awoke to banging on the door. Thinking it was his mom or some
other relative, he immediately panicked and pulled off his nightie and
still-dry diaper, stashed them in a drawer as fast as he could, tossed
on his boxer shorts, and opened the door, his heart racing.
"Oh it's just you," he said in a single quick breath after seeing Zoe.
She'd startled him badly.
"Ricky, check Discord," she said in a very, very serious tone, and he
did. The messages he saw on his phone were much, much worse than a
startling wake-up knock.
[8:30 AM] Leslie: I can't describe my feelings (edited)
[8:33 AM] Leslie: Can't type (edited)
[8:45 AM] Leslie: There was a letter from my birth parents' lawyer this
morning.
[8:48 AM] Leslie: They're suing for custody and to stop the therapy.
[8:53 AM] Leslie: THEY HAVE IT OIN FACRBOOK ITS ALL OVER THER FICKING
FACEBOOMK
[8:53 AM] Leslie: THAT TTHEY"RE **RESCUING** ME FROM EXPDIRIMENTAL
THRAPY
[8:55 AM] Leslie: THEY'RE JUST DOIGN IT TO STEAL MY SOCIAL SECUITY
DISABILITY CHKECS
[8:56 AM] Leslie: SO THEY CAN BUY MORE DRUGS (edited)
Leslie posted a link, and Ricky clicked on it. "What the fuck?" he said
aloud. The lunatics had made a (very low traffic) "Help Us Save
Leslie!" Facebook page. And they were accepting donations. It was
transparently nonsense, all of it, full of obviously bogus statements
and very bad graphics.
[8:58 AM] Caroline: holy fuck
[8:58 AM] Caroline: fuck it im calling everyone
[9:00 AM] Susie: I don't even know what to say right now.
[9:02 AM] Zoe: What the hell! What even the hell!!!
[9:02 AM] Zoe: Leslie didn't you tell me that your parents won custody
forever?????
[9:03 AM] Zoe: How is this even possible
[9:04 AM] Leslie: I DONT KNOW MY DAD IS READY TO SCREAM
[9:04 AM] Leslie: I CANT BELIEVE THEY DOD THIS
[9:04 AM] Leslie: PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A NIGHTMRAE
[9:04 AM] Caroline: tbh someone should have been planned for this
[9:04 AM] Caroline: *should have planned
[9:05 AM] Caroline: but this is hannibal lecter
[9:05 AM] Zoe: Why tf would a judge let them get custody or stop the
therapy?
[9:06 AM] Caroline: you dont know how the courts work
[9:06 AM] Caroline: judges have done way worse
[9:07 AM] Caroline: they push it, they can tie this all up for months
or years
[9:07 AM] Caroline: meanwhile the therapy is delayed until it's all
resolved
[9:07 AM] Caroline: sorry have to go to work now
[9:07 AM] Zoe: Ricky needs to know too, waking him up
[9:08 AM] Leslie: Let him sleep, he doesn't need this
[9:09 AM] Susie: Neither do you...
Richard tried to comprehend the enormity of the situation. He'd thought
that if anything terrible or unexpected were ever going to happen. it
would involve him or Zoe. Maybe their mother would find out about the
dresses and diapers and freak out; of course, the idea of her punishing
him by forcing him to keep wearing them wasn't remotely in the realm of
plausibility, and he'd never been able to read those kinds of stories
without laughing. Maybe she'd find some small part of it, maybe she'd
know he went around as a girl, and he'd have to deflect that. The worst
things he had considered were that maybe their mother would find out
about Zoe's relationship with Leslie, or, God forbid, something would
try to get between him and Susie.
But no, it couldn't be something that nice or simple. It couldn't be a
"Someone saw you skipping around in a jingling dress outside". He
didn't get a "Hey, a waitress at a restaurant saw you in with breasts
and a padded butt" or even a "Are you really wearing a diaper?" He
didn't have a falling-out with his new friends, none of them had done
anything mean or taken anything too far. Once he'd revealed his secret
to Zoe, nobody had tried to hurt him or humiliate him or even slightly
embarrass him, unless sucking at swimming and frisbee golf counted.
Instead, just yesterday, Leslie had been given renewed hope of
reversing her disease, of regaining bladder and bowel control along
with the ability to walk unassisted. Then her drug addict parents had
stolen that hope in order to use it to steal her social security checks
as well. And, if they were to succeed, their birth daughter would live
an increasingly agonized life of abuse, misery, and despair until she
was either rescued later, having suffered from increasingly severe
crippling health problems, or her diaphragm gave out and she simply
stopped breathing.
The rest of the Squad could never have comprehended it in the way that
he did: Leslie's birth parents were fucking monsters. If the girls knew
just how much anger, how much utterly destructive hate, he was feeling
just then, it would have terrified them. He deeply, from the bottom of
his soul, wanted nothing more than the death - the utter annihilation -
of those monsters.
For a single second, an enormous sense of dissociation hit him and he
felt like he could see behind the walls.
There was another monster on his Discord friends list, something he
hadn't talked to in well over half a year. Whatever it was - he knew
there had to be a human there but he had a really hard time thinking of
it as human - had given him, with very little prompting, an
introductory lesson on the nature and varieties of evil, for no other
reason than to shatter his then twelve-year-old innocence, just as
Richard had wanted it to do because he didn't want his innocence
anymore. 'Call me', the thing in the darkness had told him at the very
end, 'if you ever have monster problems of your own.'
He told it he had monster problems, and within fifteen seconds, even
though they hadn't spoken for a long time, it asked for details. He
gave them, in between bouts of swearing and vowing destruction upon the
monsters that were going to hurt their own daughter for drug money. It
dismissed all his feelings as irrelevant, adolescent angst and refused
to provide direct help. Instead, it gave him, typed (or copypasted)
very quickly in simple language, highly rational and surprisingly
detailed instructions that gave him a pattern of exactly what to do,
why to do it, and how to go about doing it. He decided to follow them.
He wasn't about to ask Zoe for a change, not while this was going on,
so he went to the bathroom first, brushing his teeth quickly, standing
at the toilet for twenty seconds, and taking a small sip of water. He
took his boxer shorts off, put the diaper back on as a reminder of the
importance of his task, and got to work.
[9:20 AM] Richard: I have something I need to do. I probably won't have
time to be with anyone today. I'll let you know when I can. I love you,
Susie.
[9:21 AM] Susie: Do what you need to. I love you, too.
[9:22 AM] Zoe: He won't tell me what it is either. He just says I
should trust him.
[9:22 AM] Leslie: Then you should probably trust him.
[9:22 AM] Zoe: All right, I'll trust that you trust him enough to tell
me to trust him.
[9:24 AM} Leslie: But do you trust that I trust you enough to trust you
to trust him?
[9:26 AM] Zoe: Yes, I think I can trust you to trust me enough to trust
me to trust him, but can I trust you to trust me to trust you to trust
me enough to trust me to trust him?
[9:26 AM] Susie: I trust that you two can keep this up forever.
[9:27 AM] Leslie: Then you trust... poorly.
[9:27 AM] Zoe: :laughing:
[9:27 AM] Susie: :laughing:
[9:29 AM] Leslie: I needed a laugh so bad. Thanks.
[9:35 AM] Caroline: lol
[9:35 AM] Caroline: lets just actually trust him, not like theres any
good options
[9:35 AM] Caroline: tbh i want to posse up some ptsd veterans with tire
irons but dad says no
[9:37 AM] Susie: Where would you find veterans with PTSD and tire
irons?
[9:52 AM] Caroline: in the shop where im helping dad rn
[9:52 AM] Caroline: back to work
[10:42 AM] Susie: I want to go back to yesterday, when our biggest
problem was having Ricky pass as a girl.
[10:43 AM] Zoe: world's biggest **ikr**
[10:44 AM] Leslie: :regional_indicator_i: :regional_indicator_k:
:regional_indicator_r:
[12:11 PM] Zoe: I'm legit scared right now. Really, really scared. For
Leslie and Ricky.
[12:13 PM] Zoe: I put my ear to his door and he is saying some SCARY
PSYCHO SHIT. Like he's chanting demon summoning in english instead of
latin. Sometimes he types and sometimes he clicks, and it's not some
game he's playing. It sounds like he's trying to summon internet satan
or something.
[12:14 PM] Susie: Maybe he's just being edgy because he's mad?
[12:15 PM] Zoe: This isn't some fucking chuuni shit.
[12:16 PM] Zoe: Maybe it **is** chuuni, but he's still **doing**
something in there.
[12:16 PM] Susie: Is he a hacker?
[12:17 PM] Zoe: He could be? He's done things like that
[12:24 PM] Zoe: He just sounds like he wants to seriously hurt somebody
and doesn't care how.
[12:45 PM] Zoe: He's REALLY frustrated. I hope he didn't punch a hole
in the wall.
[12:48 PM] Caroline: would give your mom something else to focus on if
he did
[1:17 PM] Zoe: Just right now I just heard him say Got you now, you son
of a bitch
[1:18 PM] Caroline: thats leslies bio dad, if its not ILL wear any
fking dress you want
[1:20 PM] Susie: Do not try to stop him.
[1:21 PM] Zoe: I won't.
[1:40 PM] Leslie: He's not the only one. Dad just called, he's taking
personal time because he's too angry and can't focus. Mom's coming home
soon too.
[1:43 PM] Susie: I didn't know your parents could leave you at home
alone.
[1:45 PM] Leslie: There's so much space age assistive stuff in here,
all on a big UPS so if the grid goes down I'm ok.
[1:47 PM] Leslie: My bio mom and dad have literally 0, will mention
that at hearing, thanks for reminding me.
[1:50 PM] Caroline: cant believe they dont just let you choose at 14,
seriously fuck this state
[1:50 PM] Leslie: That's what Dad said this morning.
[2:40 PM] Zoe: Ricky literally just screamed fuck for the past two
minutes.
[2:42 PM] Zoe: I asked him if he was all right and he just said no
[2:44 PM] Zoe: He hasn't showered, he hasn't eaten all day, he's just
in a diaper and I don't think he's used it
[2:48 PM] Susie: He's in "the zone", don't pull him out.
[2:55 PM] Caroline: he has to drink eat pee poop or pass out eventually
zoe. before he does just let him do his thing
[2:57 PM] Susie: He's got a diaper for the third and fourth things.
[2:59 PM] Caroline: lol good point
[3:00 PM] Zoe: Three o clock and all's hell
[3:02 PM] Zoe: just a couple of days ago I told him he had no diligence
[3:03 PM] Zoe: and I swear to god he didn't
[3:05 PM] Zoe: It's like he's possessed
[3:10 PM] Leslie: Tell him he needs to take care of himself too.
[3:12 PM] Zoe: I did at like 10 this morning, he doesn't want to hear
it
[3:46 PM] Zoe: Never heard him laugh like that before.
[3:47 PM] Susie: Not even yesterday?
[3:47 PM] Zoe: This wasn't a nice kind of laugh.
[3:48 PM] Zoe: This was some supervillain shit.
[3:51 PM] Susie: So you're saying I have a crossdressing supervillain
for a boyfriend?
[3:52 PM] Leslie: Beats who I have for bio parents.
[3:52 PM] Susie: Big oof
[3:57 PM] Caroline: ricky is now officially genghis khan
[3:58 PM] Zoe: lmfao
[4:02 PM] Zoe: he's got boy stuff on and is going for a short walk
[4:10 PM] Richard: My head *really* hurts right now. I can't talk about
this until Friday morning. We'll know if it worked by then.
[4:13 PM] Leslie: Was this about me?
[4:14 PM] Richard: I absolutely can't talk about it until Friday. I'm
sorry. Susie has her Rule 1 and this is mine.
[4:16 PM] Caroline: leslie it literally could not be about anything
else
[4:20 PM] Susie: Ricky, please come over if you can.
[4:21 PM] Richard: yeah, sure, don't worry about food, eating burritos
[4:23 PM] Richard: no dress either, not having fun right now, head's
spinning, will start walking after I'm done eating
[4:23 PM] Zoe: And after he takes a fucking shower.
[4:25 PM] Susie: You sure Ricky? It sounds like you need some fun right
now.
[4:31 PM] Caroline: smell of brimstone doesn't wash off easily
[4:40 PM] Richard: you're right, I'll bring one, won't wear it there
today, taking the back paths this time
[4:41 PM] Zoe: Check him for ticks, Susie!
[4:41 PM] Leslie: *Carefully* check him for ticks *all over*, Susie.
[4:42 PM] Caroline: lmfao
[4:42 PM] Zoe: Use your tongue just to be extra safe
[4:43 PM] Caroline: LMFAO
[4:43 PM] Susie: He might bring them onto the carpet, and carpet
munching is your job.
[4:43 PM] Leslie: Oh my god :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
[4:43 PM] Caroline: brb dying
He took the back paths as he said he would, trying to brush against as
little greenery as possible, his mind consumed by worry. He just wished
he could tell somebody, anybody, but the thing in the darkness had been
very clear that this was all need-to-know and that nobody needed to
know. Annoyed, just wishing it would be Friday morning already and he'd
know whether or not he'd succeeded, he trudged to his girlfriend's
house.
She opened the door even before he knocked. She'd obviously been crying
a while ago, to his surprise, and it sort of looked like she still was.
She hadn't sounded anything like that on Discord, but he knew how very,
very easy it was to fake emotions over text, and he appreciated that
she didn't express this in front of the rest of them.
"Take off your clothes right now," she ordered him, a command he was,
even in his miserable state, eager to obey, stripping down to his
diaper. She actually did look through his clothes for ticks and
recoiled slightly as she pinched a small, black insect between her
fingers. Oh crap! She'd found an actual tick! She went over to the
sink, flushed it all the way down with hot water, and returned to him.
He held still as she took the idea much more seriously, searching his
clothes and looking up and down his body for anything else he might
have picked up.
Then she opened up his backpack and found an unworn, light green dress
that went down to his mid-thigh and his pink four-inch heels. "Put them
on," she commanded him, "and then bend over my lap." There seemed to be
some real anger in her voice, and he obeyed, having a loose
understanding as to why.
She pushed up his dress, picked up a hairbrush from the table, and hit
him on his butt, right below his diaper. "That's for making me worry
about you!" She smacked him again. "And that's for getting all emo and
edgy!" She sniffled and sobbed, her voice cracking apart, furiously
gripping the hairbrush with tears in her eyes. Wasn't the person
getting hit supposed to be the one crying? She spanked him again,
harder, growing more upset. "And that's for making me cry!" She hit him
again on the other butt cheek, even harder. "And THAT's for making me
cry!" She realized that she didn't want to keep spanking him anymore
and abruptly threw the hairbrush onto the carpet, making her cat jump,
and abruptly bent over with him and sobbed into his shoulder. And he
was crying as well, not because of the pain - the harsh, stinging slaps
were a welcome relief from what he was worried about - but because of
how upset he had made her. "Never do anything like that again!" She
realized that those were the wrong words after they were already out.
If what he had done was right, she wanted him to do it. What she didn't
want was for him or Leslie to be in this position again.
"I hope I never have to!" he shouted, sniffling, his voice cracking as
well. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm so sorry, I literally could not do
anything else. It's over for now, there's no next step until Friday,
and I really hope there's no next step for me at all." He was slightly
concerned that she would be annoyed with him at having put so much
effort into trying to help a girl other than her. He needn't have
worried, as she didn't think along those lines at all and certainly
wasn't as selfish as he thought she might be.
She leaned down, petting his hair. "Your princess forgives you. But you
are not allowed to be emo or brood ever again. It doesn't matter what
you have to do or why you have to do it. If you really have to do
something, you can do it, in fact I order you to do it. You are still
not allowed to be emo about it. Ever!" She spanked him with her hand,
once. "Are we clear?"
"Yes, Your Highness," he said.
"Good boy." She hugged him closely. "Now hold still. I've decided you
should have a different hairstyle." She picked up the hairbrush again,
but this time she used it for its intended purpose, softly brushing his
hair out. Then, she did the right side of his hair up in a standard
French braid, then the left side as well, giving him little girlish
pigtails that she tied off with pink hairbands. They were snug, but her
hands were very soft, and he tried to let himself enjoy the new
sensation on his head.
"I heard that bet you made was to do the chores. Did you do a good
job?" she asked next to his ear.
"I did, Your Highness." Zoe had clearly never told her just how much
he'd done.
"Then I will let you do mine as well. You can do the dishes, mop the
kitchen, and vacuum the living room floor. Just the living room,
nowhere else."
He got up and curtsied to her. "Thank you for spanking me, for my new
hairstyle, and for letting me do your chores, Your Highness," he said,
smiling.
"You're very welcome, servant," she said imperiously, trying not to
laugh.
Richard allowed himself to relax a bit. He had worried that she was
seriously, long-term angry with him. Instead, she'd gone back to
enjoyably dominating him instead, and a small part of his tension
vanished in relief.
She watched him the whole time, actually moving a comfortable chair to
do so and crossing her legs in a queenly fashion, half to make sure
that he knew what he was doing (he did) and half because this was much
better than any television show or livestream. He was just so
wonderfully docile when she wanted him to be, and she loved watching
him totter and mince, asking politely for the location of the cleaning
supplies.
He did her chores carefully, trying to let the menial work distract his
churning mind. It was a buffer, but it wasn't enough. He tried to focus
on getting out every last spot and vacuum every last crumb, especially
from the extremely expensive rugs, but his mind kept churning anyway.
He almost asked her to spank him again, just so the pain could take his
mind off what he had done and what needed to happen, but she had
specifically ordered him not to be brooding or emo, and he was
determined to be a good boy for his princess.
Her dishwasher was substantially faster than his mom's, and it finished
long before he was done cleaning the living room under her detailed
commands. Once he was done putting the dishes away, he curtsied again.
"Did I do a good job?" he asked.
"You did a very good job. And for doing such a good job, you get to
play a game with me. Hold still." She'd prepared two pieces of ribbon.
The first went around his ankles, and she deftly gave him six inches of
slack between them, somehow tying the ends off into two floppy bows.
(The fact that she knew so much about knotwork made his heart beat
faster.) Then, she tied his arms to his sides just above the elbow,
restricting his reach. "Now, all you have to do is catch me, and I'll
give you a kiss," she said, smiling widely.
He could have easily gotten out at any time - actually, he was trying
to make sure that the the top ribbon wouldn't slip off - but he happily
played along, knowing that he'd never win unless she wanted him to. He
minced as quickly as he could with his heels and ribbon restricting
him, and she simply giggled and walked backwards and around him. He
couldn't lunge anywhere with his restricted reach, and his heels made
hopping around even slower than his little quick minces, and she spent
a quarter hour leading him around the living room as he tried not to
bump anything or trip over Whiskers.
Eventually, she walked in front of the couch and embraced him with a
deep kiss. "Oh no," she said, giggling, "it looks like you caught me."
She pushed him onto the couch easily, then jumped on top of him. "Let's
see how your diaper deals with a different kind of mess." He was, of
course, absolutely rock hard, and five minutes of teasing and light
jerking of his uncut penis had him orgasming in his diaper. She kissed
him again, smiling, and helped him sit up next to her, still lightly
tied.
She turned on the TV, picked up her Switch, and showed him her Animal
Crossing layout. He'd actually never seen it played before and asked
questions, and she sat there with him, just an ordinary teenage girl
and her loosely tied-up, cross-dressed boyfriend with his hair in
pigtails (and, halfway through, a wet diaper; he hadn't peed all day
and that was what it was for), drinking tea and playing until it grew
late.
"So how would you like to go home?" she asked.
"I don't really want to go as a girl today," he admitted. "Not in
these, anyway. Maybe I should have brought lower heels."
She chuckled and untied the ribbons. "You wouldn't want all my hard
work braiding your hair to go to waste, would you?"
"No, but I didn't say I'd unbraid it," he sad with a wide smile.
She laughed. "Then let's see how you look."
"Umm, can you change my diaper first?"
"Of course, servant," she said, giving an exaggerated sigh. "Hmph. What
kind of princess gives her servant a diaper change?"
"Then maybe it should be the other way around?" he suggested, giggling.
She giggled in return as she pulled the fresh diaper from his backpack.
"You're so bad." After he was changed, he put his boy clothes back on,
his hair still in the pigtails. She smiled, adoring him. "This suits
you so well. I think you should always have your hair like this, every
morning after you've washed until you go to sleep at night."
He sighed. "You know I can't."
"You can't now," she corrected him. "Maybe, someday soon, that will
change." He desperately hoped that day would be soon.
"You're just so wonderful to me, Your Highness," he said as he walked
with her to the door, relieved of most of the emotional stress he'd
built up. "I love you. I love you so much."
She kissed him, on the lips, deeply. "I love you too, Ricky." He walked
out with a spring in his step, going back the way he came in his boy
clothes, his pigtails bouncing with his walk. (He would check himself
thoroughly when he got home, after his sister had seen his new
hairstyle.)
As he left, it occurred to her that he'd actually addressed one of her
misgivings earlier. She had been thinking of what it would be like to
spend the rest of her life with him, and she'd worried that a boy who
liked to be dominated and dressed up really was useless, a pathetic toy
for real, a house-husband at best, rather than someone who would be a
man when she needed one. But he'd just shown that he was very capable
of significant effort, if nothing else, and if he was willing to go
that far in protecting someone he'd just met, what sorts of things
would he be willing to do for her if she were in trouble?
Her heart thumped in her chest as she thought of the next time she'd
see him.
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