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The dim lights of Hyperlaser's apartment cast a soft glow over the living room. Empty bottles of strong liquor sat on the coffee table, and the faint scent of alcohol still lingered in the air. Hyperlaser let out a low, relaxed sigh as he shifted on the couch, the thick, crinkly padding of his diaper making itself known with every small movement.

He glanced over at you, his closest friend. Both of you sitting there in nothing but oversized t-shirts and the diapers you’d convinced him to try. The bribe of alcohol had worked surprisingly well.

“...Still can’t believe I actually agreed to this.” Hyperlaser muttered, his voice calm but with a hint of dry amusement. He adjusted the snug waistband of his diaper with one hand, then took another slow sip from his glass.

“You and your ideas… But I gotta admit, it’s weirdly comfortable after a couple drinks.”