Always #2

When it came to having a twin, there always ran the risk of endless comparison, even when the stakes should not have merited it. Triplets didn't have it quite as bad, since that still allowed for a tier that stood outside of a clear 'winner' and 'loser'. Twins were constrained to that strict dichotomy though, always a clear winner or loser. For Andy, there was only being a loser. While twins should ostensibly be identical, Andy always seemed to fall short of his brother. Sports, grades, friends...He had even been second to pottytrain. After a lifetime of being runner-up, it was safe to say that the resentment had begun to manifest into a madness of sorts. He needed to be better than his brother in something. He needed a win, and he needed to make Craig feel the full brunt of all the humiliation that he'd had to endure, focused into a single point. That's where the idea for a 'game' had come from. Craig and Andy were no strangers to taking big risks or dares, when it came to one another. So Andy just needed to make a game that would have dire consequences for the loser, and then he needed to make sure to rig it in his favor. His mind had gone back to the first big win his brother had over him: pottytraining. So now the two boys were seated on the floor of their playroom, both clad in thick diapers, and with each of them having a cup of juice in front of them. The game was simple: each cup was filled with prune juice, and after each boy drank, the winner would be whoever kept his diaper clean the longest. What Craig didn't realize, was that Andy had put a fast-acting laxative in his brother's drink for good measure. The contest would be his for the winning! And with it, the loser would be stuck in diapers, drinking prune juice every day for the next month. Craig seemed amused by the game, but mentioned before they started, that Andy should probably go ahead and close the blinds. It wouldn't be much of a victory to the winner, it the whole neighborhood saw them in a diaper! With their secrecy assured, they began the game by downing the entire cup of the bowel-churning juice. From that point on, it was just a waiting game, that they passed the time with idle chatting. Craig questioned why his brother was so confident, but Andy just smiled smugly and said he knew he would win this time. His confidence began to wane as the game went on; his gut was cramping like crazy, and Craig looked totally fine! The laxatives should have kicked in by now! Andy began to fidget with discomfort, carefully letting out small toots into the back of his diaper. "If those get any louder, I might have to check and see if you haven't already lost!" His brother teased. Andy was about to argue, but his rebuttal came from down below. With one errant fart, he suddenly felt a geyser of magmatic mush flood his seat. His mouth drooped just as his diaper did, the pristine white material turning a sickly brown. "But-- but-- The cups.." He murmured in a panic, doubling over as another wave of cramps floored him. He started to hear his brother chuckle: "I switched them, dummy, when you went to close the window. You think I wouldn't expect you to try to cheat?" Just as another gassy eruption blew in his diaper, Andy felt even more slop pile in with a rasping gurgling of plops. Just as usual, he had lost to his brother; he was forever 'number two', and about to spend the next month showing that.