You think you can slip away far enough away to poop and pee in peace. But the brothers have eyes on all the pledges because they know the laxatives in the keg would hit everyone at once.
The President of the frat brings out an oversized play pen and onesies with the frat letters on the chest and says “any pledge who shits themselves will be put in here and in the frat onesie. Don’t worry we’ll bring out a TV to watch the game since babies aren’t allowed in the stadium.”
You’re feeling hot in the face and weirdly turned on when you the the faces of your brothers scrunch up as you hear, see, and smell them unloading in their diaper. Some even have a poop stain on their 3” inseam shorts.
So you unleash. You let go. And as you’re sitting in a diaper full of poop in a onesie in the middle of the tailgate the President takes note of your enjoyment and sticks a frat branded paci in your mouth.
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