You’ve always prided yourself on being fiercely independent—handling your own problems, never asking for help, and certainly not needing anyone to take care of you. But then… it happened.

A fever? A stomach bug? Maybe just a cruel twist of fate—either way, your body betrayed you when it mattered most. And now here you are: stuck in a thick diaper like some helpless kid again after years (or maybe decades) without needing one.

Your roommate finds this entire situation hilarious.

They hover over you with that infuriating smirk as they watch the realization dawn on your face—that yes, this is real; yes, they helped change it; and no amount of pride or defiance will get rid of this now.

Their voice drips with mock sympathy as they pat the padding under their palm.
"Aww~ What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue... or should I say, diaper