Baby Cage by Devon Shire

anyway.
    “Nope, it’s not,” he agreed and settled his hand on my thigh. “But there is something I’d like to know.”
    “What?”
    Seth teased his fingers along my skin. He crawled his hand from my skin up to the ruffles around the sides of my diaper. I wiggled a bit more, hoping to get more comfortable. Stuck on my back, gravity pressed down on my torso and made it hard to think of anything but the pressure building between my legs. A different sensation popped into my head though. His fingers slipped along my waist.
    My lips flared up with a grin. A little giggle escaped my mouth.
    Seth nodded as though my reaction served as a very important confirmation. Then he asked, “Are you ticklish?”
    All at once, it made sense. He made the bet because he had a plan. He was going to cheat. But at least I had one small consolation. “No, I’m not that ticklish.” I didn’t even have to lie. The first giggles came out because he caught me off guard.
    Back in elementary school, a boy tried to tickle me once. He ran his fingers up and down my sides and he poked at my armpits. Those motions would have made any one else break out into a fit of giggles. With me though, I didn’t even crack a smile. Facing Seth, I glared at him and shook my head for a slow no. If he thought he could beat me, he was sadly mistaken.
    Only it turned out that I was wrong.
    He slid his fingertips up and down my sides. His digits poked and teased the sides of my chest. Seth even leaned forward and started to tickle the sides of my ribs. At first, I held my own. I kept my lips sealed and didn’t make a sound even as I tightened fingers back into fists and yanked on the straps.
    But then a smile broke the thin line my mouth had been. In another moment, the tickling got worse. I couldn’t explain how or why. My brain lacked the capacity as the electrical impulses sputtered through my system and then a giggle made it out. I couldn’t help it. Seth hadn’t even done that much. He continued to tickle with long, slow strokes and pokes.
    Once the first giggle made it past my lips, I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it! I tried to stop and clamp my mouth shut. It should have been easy. No one had made me laugh like this! Before long, I was panting and chortling, nearly screaming as Seth continued to taunt and tease me.
    I wiggled beneath him. It got worse when he became creative, dancing his fingers from one spot to another. Before long, my lungs had emptied and I fought to catch my breath. My heart pounded and a thin sheen of sweat started to cover me like a fog. I bit down to focus myself, but it didn’t matter. He continued to tease me until my defenses cracked and I laughed more and more and more.
    If I couldn’t control my mouth or lungs, I started to lose control of the rest of my body. I was nearly twitching. To an outside observer, it must have looked like I was a restrained girl thrashing against the manacles. My muscles worked without me trying to use them. They acted of their own accord because of what Seth did to me. I couldn’t make him stop and I tried to threaten him, not that he could understand me through my gasps for air.
    Besides my mouth, besides my muscles, I lost control of something else. As I tried to free myself or convince him to stop, I forgot all about my diaper, our bet, and my bladder. I only remembered those parts of my situation when Seth lifted his hands away from me. Tickled streams of energy swiveled through me. I twitched once or twice more, giggling even though Seth had stopped tickling me.
    I glared back at him, but it took me another two seconds to realize how he beat me.
    There was something different. I had regained control of my thoughts and mostly caught my breath, yet when I looked up, I felt it between my legs. My diaper had been heavy before, at least compared to my panties. They had been bulky too, only now it got so much worse. I realized just what it meant to wear a soaked diaper because I was