Spin the Baby Bottle: A New Year's Game for the Multiverse! (Patreon)

(The results of this spin-the-bottle game for each section of this story was chosen via an actual wheel spin. The results of who loses the spins were all random and not under my control. Sometimes it's nice being surprised by the stories you write. Have fun.)

It’s time to play a game; a rather simple game of Spin the Baby Bottle.

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Sonic the Hedgehog

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“The ball is going to drop soon!” Charmy exclaimed, clutching two sodas in his hands as he flew about the yard outside. “The fireworks! THE FIREWORKS!”

“Alright, we heard you kid. Calm down!” Vector snapped, digging a finger into his ear.

Espio sighed as he stood with his arms crossed and slumped against a tree. “Thanks for allowing us to be a part of your New Years party Sonic. We know how much of a troublemaker our bee boy can be.”

Sonic sputtered his lips and brushed that off. “No need to thank me,” He said, sitting on the checkboarded picnic blanket that was laid out on the grass. “Besides, this workshop belongs to Tails. It’s his place. Thank him.”

Speaking of which, the fox boy and Silver both came out of the house at that time to set down a collection of snacks taken from his pantry. Silver looked especially happy, holding two sparklers in his hand and waving them about with childlike wonder.

“Oh yay!” Silver said, cheeks flushed and a peppy grin spreading from side to side. “Celebrating the new year is such a cool idea. Barely anyone feels it necessary to catalog years in the future.”

Sonic winced. “Well, depressing tidbits aside, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

Tails wiped his forehead as he set the stuff down. “It’s just Silver and the Chaotix with us?”

“Yup,” Sonic snickered as he rummaged through his bag. “Knuckles and Shadow declined. The girls are having their own party. Manic went to go get treated like a beta by his boyfriend to bring in the new year. That leaves us to have fun with that oh so WONDERFUL tradition!”

Tails’ ears twitched. “Oh God. Really Sonic?”

“Hey, don’t blame me. It’s what you gotta do to bring in the New Year!” Sonic snickered and brought out a large baby bottle before slamming it onto the picnic blanket.

The view of the ocean against the moonlight was really pretty. It almost made the horizon sparkle. The Mystic Ruins really did tend to look beautiful on nights like this and they were lucky the countdown to New Years was going to be a mostly brisk night that didn’t require too much padding.

That’s why Tails was a little annoyed that Sonic felt the need to push this weird New Years tradition on him. What other plain of existence actually bothered with this?

“Oh? What’s this now?” Espio asked with a raised brow.

“This is the glorious, infamous game of chance played every December 31st before the countdown to New Years. It’s called Spin the Baby Bottle!” Sonic explained. “All willing participants sit in a circle, the bottle is spun, and whomever it lands on will be crowned Baby New Year!”

Sonic then yanked out a large party themed diaper, a sash, golden baby booties, and a black top hat with a golden ring around it. It was the Baby New Years outfit!

“Baby new year! Oh ho ho ho!” Charmy laughed. “I should have tried this out with Bradley!”

“You’d have lost if you did,” Vector said off to the side, making Charmy blush and pout as he leered at the crocodile.

Espio sighed. “Oh? That’s quite undignified.”

“And silly,” Vector added. “I’ll pass.” He said, breaking the cap off of his beer bottle.

“I as well,” Espio said.

“Lamers!” Charmy chortled and then stuck his tongue out at them. The bee then put his arm around Tails and smirked. “Come on! We’ve faced worse than this! Let’s show those two how great it feels to gamble eh? We’re not chicken!”

Tails blushed and his eyes widened. “WHA–?! WHAT?! ME?!” He pointed at himself.

“Yeah!” Charmy’s eyes sparkled. “Baby new year is a cosmic thing. If you’re crowned it then for an entire year people can call you that or make the claim that you belong in diapers and they’d be RIGHT. Won’t it feel good to play and have it cosmically decided that you’re NOT a baby!”

“Even if that bottle doesn’t land on you, your butt’s gonna end up in diapers the instant you try and show up Bradley again,” Vector stated.

Charmy growled and clenched his fists, leering at Vector again.

“Yeah!” Sonic cut in and put his arm around Tails, eyes narrowed slyly. “Come on Tails. You don’t want to be a scaredy baby do you?”

“W-Well…?” Tails looked around. “Ugh! I mean NO! You’re not going to peer pressure me into this! I stand with Vector and Espio!”

Sonic did a condescending little lip pucker. “Aww. With how often you end up diapered by some twist of cosmic fate, having it decided that you shouldn’t be in one sounded like it’d have been up your alley.”

Vector wanted to cut in to tell Sonic that’s not how it worked. The Baby New Year principal meant that you were assuredly that year’s official biggest baby (supposedly) but it didn’t mean you couldn’t still be considered a loser baby in general. Lord knows there’s more than one of those here already.

Tails was grinding his teeth and coated with sweat though. He was clearly buying into it and the smug, half-eye-opened looks on Charmy and Sonic’s faces in his field of vision was the kind of taunting look he didn’t want to be associated with anymore. He wanted to show them up!

“FINE!” Tails snapped. “I’ll do it! Leave it up to chance and let it be known that I am not a baby!”

Charmy and Sonic laughed and high fived. Then the blue hedgehog turned to Silver.

“What about you Future boy?” Sonic inquired. “Care to test your luck against the cosmic string of fate? Are you actually a future baby?”

Silver looked ready.

He clenched his fists and huffed out a puff of smoke from his nostrils, looking more than a little determined.

“Absolutely!” Silver exclaimed. “This’ll be my first New Years celebration so I absolutely need to do it right! If that means standing on the edge of fate with you all then I have to!”

Espio wanted to tell Silver that he really didn’t but the sparkles around Silver’s determined face already told him that his mind was made up.

“That’s the spirit,” Sonic said, putting his arm around Silver and swirling his finger against his hairy chest.

Silver smirked and leaned in, “Besides, I’ve got nothing to worry about. I ain’t no baby and the universe is going to side with me for sure.”

Vector chugged down a bottle of beer. He had to stop himself from interrupting and shouting that surviving this spin didn’t mean you weren’t a diapered loser because if he did he might have ruined the fun. Espio, meanwhile, had pretty much resigned himself to watching this nonsense unfold.

Sonic planted the bottle down and grinned. “Alright! Time to give this a spin!”

He slapped the back end of the bottle and watched it turn.

Sonic, Silver, Tails, and Charmy; the four of them looked down at the bottle as it spun, waiting with anticipation to see the result like any normal person would.

After all, it was a tradition that spanned several planes of existence...!

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DuckTales (2017)

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“Baby New Year? One of us?” Huey asked.

“Absolutely!” Dewey grinned, shaking the baby bottle around in his hand. “I’ve already made sure it’s nice and full of milk so whoever loses can be fed their baba and carried out to the rest of the family as the ball drops!”

Louie wiped his sleeve to get the access droplets of milk off of it when Dewey shook it around.

“You seriously want to try out this dumb cosmic whatever now?” Louie asked, looking unimpressed. “What exactly was your plan for when the bottle lands on you?”

“Hmm? Who says it will?” Dewey smirked, looking sly as hell. “There’s a one out of three chance!”

“That’s quite the risk,” Huey said, tapping his foot and rubbing his chin. “But I’m definitely in! The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook makes itself clear when it comes to taking risks. Plus, if I lose then there’s something to be learned about humbly accepting my fate with dignity.”

Louie glanced at Huey. “You don’t mean that.”

Huey chuckled nervously and shrugged. “Okay. Maybe there’s a part of me that likes the idea of seeing one of you in diapers. So sue me. We’re brothers. I like teasing you sometimes.”

Louie glanced between the two of them. He then grinned and stood up straight with his hands in his pockets.

“Okay then,” The boy in green sneered. “Can’t get ahead in life without being willing to gamble a little. Let’s do it!”

“Awesome!” Dewey smirked, kicking over the bag next to him so that the party themed diaper, top hat and sash would be exposed to them. Huey and Louie’s eyes widened when they saw the items.

Momentarily, they looked a bit concerned. It was one thing to talk about it but actually seeing the diaper and the rest of the outfit was… eh…?

Dewey set the bottle down and licked his lips, wiggling his butt back and forth with excitement.

The other two leered down at it as well, looks of determination on their sweating faces. Dewey was sweating as well but he tried his best to mask it.

All three of their hearts were beating super fast.

Then, Dewey spun the bottle…!

The bottle… landed on Louie!

Dewey and Huey jolted and turned to look at the green duck boy.

Louie’s eyes widened and his hands shot from his pockets in disbelief.

He stared at the baby bottle, dripping milk, and pointing directly at him.

HE was Baby New Year.

Louie glanced up at his brothers.

Dewey was smiling as he held up the diaper and stepped closer. Huey was twirling the top hat on his finger as he marched closer to the boy.

Louie gulped and began to back peddle.

“O-Okay guys… I-I know how the rules for this are supposed to go but… j-just hear me out… h-have you considered that maybe Spin the Bottle could have a best two out of three continua-AAAGH! NO LET ME GO! HELP!”

Louie screamed as they tackled him! He fell to the floor and kicked about, feeling Huey hold him down while Dewey unzipped, unbuttoned, and shimmied his pants down.

Louie gasped when he was down to his cartoon dinosaur themed briefs. When they were grabbed and removed next, his naked butt was plopped onto the unfolded diaper where he was powdered and taped up.

“Alright! Now let’s head to the others! The countdown is on the horizon!” Dewey pointed ahead.

Huey smiled as he held Louie in his arms and fed him the baby bottle.

Louie blushed but scrunched up his face with an intense grumble, crossing his arms as he was carried out of the room and towards the front yard where the fireworks were likely to go off.

He was already dreading the part where this was explained to Webby.

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Alvin and the Chipmunks

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“Baby…New Year?” Simon tilted his glasses up. “Alvin, you know that sounds–”

“Silly? Ridiculous? Stupid?” Alvin leaned closer to Simon as he continued to say what he was thinking.

“... Yes,” Simon sighed.

“Well, tough–!” Alvin smirked. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while now! Let’s see which of us is the bigger baby! It’ll be decided on this, the eve of New Years, so that all throughout this new year we can finally have it written in cosmic… space-dust that one of us is the true loser!”

Simon crossed his arms and raised a brow. He then turned to look at Theodore. “What do you think?”

Theodore munched on a package of chips and shrugged. “It’s fine by me. I don’t think it’s as definitive as Alvin makes it out to be but there’s no harm in having a little fun.”

Alvin smirked and put his arm around Theodore, poking at his brother with a massive grin. “See? SEE! He agrees!”

“I’d rather not have to wear the dia–” Theodore tried to continue but Alvin had already put the bottle on the floor.

“It’s time to SPIN this baby!” Alvin shouted.

Simon was still standing there with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed for the most part. However, when the bottle hit the floor, his interest rose and he felt himself being tantalized by the idea.

A one out of three chance?

Hmm…

“Well?” Alvin sneered.

Simon narrowed his eyes. “I’m in.”

Theodore smiled. “Me too!”

The sibling rivalry misconduct kicked in at that moment as Alvin rested his foot on the bottle.

He then spun it around…!

The bottle spun and spun while the three of them looked down on it with their tongues out and beads of sweat on their foreheads.

The bottle landed on Theodore!

“...Oh!” Theodore perked up.

“Phew!” Alvin fell to the floor. “I-I mean YES! HAHA! YOU’RE BABY NEW YEAR!”

Simon looked over at the youngest amongst them and shrugged. “Well?”

Theodore blushed lightly and sighed. “Okay… where’s the outfit…”

A few minutes later, he was in the full get-up. The diaper, the sash, and the top hat all fit him well.

He looked at himself in the mirror and was honestly a little surprised.

“This would make a neat Halloween costume actually,” Theodore pondered.

Simon laughed and patted his back. “What an excellent sport. Glad to see Alvin’s little attempt at sabotaging the countdown to the New Year didn’t spoil your fun.” He smiled, glancing back at Alvin, who was turned away from them at the moment.

“Oh please! It was all in good fun!” Alvin said defensively. “Besides, him wearing that diaper can be seen as a precaution against needing to rush to the bathroom in case the fireworks scare him…!”

“Oh? Speaking from experience are we?” Simon asked, smirking as though he was aware of something.

Alvin blushed and turned his head to face the bespectacled boy in blue. “Ahahaha! Wh-What ever do you mean dear Simon? Th-The bottle didn’t land on me! I-I’m no baby…”

Alvin trailed off, still facing away from them due to him currently inspecting the front of his pants and peeking at his underwear.

That bottle almost landed on him. He saw it. The instant it didn’t was the same instant his bladder left him a little wet splash in the front of his briefs.

As he inspected the damage, he pondered for a brief moment whether or not the cosmic rule of this spin could maybe get things wrong sometimes.

No. That was ridiculous. Alvin was no baby. He was the oldest and therefore the coolest.

Y-Yup…! 

Haha... ha...

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Soul Eater

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“Alright! Last challenge! This one is for ALL the marbles!” Black☆Star shouted at Soul Eater Evans, standing and pointing at him from across the rooftop.

“Ha…! Sure thing!” Soul grinned, rather evilly, as he stood with his hands in his pockets and stared across the way at his friend, the creepy moon illuminating their New Years challenge as it winded down to the last bit of its tenure.

“It’s Baby New Year time!” Black☆Star produced a baby bottle from his side pocket and twirled it around with a snicker, licking his lips. “I spin the bottle and whoever it lands on loses and has to be Baby New Year! Simple and easy!”

He produced the entire outfit from his other side, complete with a Halloween themed diaper.

“You up for it?” Black☆Star chuckled, leering at him with an intense glare.

Soul blinked. “Uh… sure…”

“...? What’s wrong?”Black☆Star asked, confused by Soul’s odd reaction.

“I mean… it’s just a bit weird seeing the guy you were just fighting whip out a full on diaper baby outfit. You know?” Soul grinned and pointed. “I’m shocked you had that on you the whole time.”

Black☆Star blushed. “Well, I uh–”

“Are you trying to tell me something else?” Soul teased.

“Shut up!” Black☆Star snapped. “I brought them because this is the challenge I wanted to try! Haven’t you heard of Spin the Baby Bottle! Come on dude! Everyone knows it!”

Soul rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Yeah, yeah. Sure. Let’s do this then!”

Black☆Star grinned and planted the bottle down. “Spin baby, SPIN!”

He spun it and it twirled around rather fast. It was impossible to tell when it would stop. It could have fallen off the roof before they found out who was going to lose for all they knew.

However, the grinning, determined, and sweaty boys who had their friendly scuffle under the cover of this dark night soon caught wind of the outcome of this final bout of pure luck.

The loser was Black☆Star!

“HOOOOOOOOOO~!” Black☆Star made a goofy, bug-eyed face of disbelief when it landed on him. His face flushed red and he clamped his hands over the front of his pants, feeling his balls ache like he just got cosmically kicked in the crotch.

“Welp, guess I win.” Soul sneered, grabbing the diaper and pointing at the ground. “Lay down.”

Black☆Star whimpered.

He was determined not to make a bigger fool of himself though. He did as he was told and blushed as he felt Soul grab the hem of his pants.

“Hey… maybe we could–?” Black☆Star tried to suggest something but his pants came down, exposing his Blues Clues briefs. “EEP!”

“No talking,” Soul said, putting a finger to his lips. “Just accept it, Diaper Baby!”

Black☆Star’s lips quivered as he felt his undies get grabbed next. When they were tugged down and exposed to the cold night air, his tiny wee wee was exposed and it made Soul giggle.

“Stop laughing! Just put the diaper on you jerk!” Black☆Star ordered.

“How mean,” Soul said, raising his legs and swatting his bottom.

“YIPE!” Black☆Star gasped, blushing harder as he had his butt laid down on the fluffy, embarrassing baby garment. When it was taped on and secured, Soul gave it a nice pat down.

He put the sash over him and the top hat too for good measure.

Black☆Star stood up, fists clenched, teary eyed, and pouting rather epically.

Soul stood and tilted his head, a smile on his face with his hands in his pockets before saying, “You look cute.”

“...” Black☆Star didn’t say anything at first. However, he slowly shifted his gaze towards Soul and asked, “R-Really?”

Soul nodded. “Yup. You’re also still really cool. Don’t worry.”

Black☆Star’s eyes got big again. He was surprised.

“We fought well and a winner was chosen. That’s all that happened,” Soul explained in a calming voice. He then held out his arms. “Come on. You look like you could use a hug.”

Black☆Star’s lip quivered even more and his eyes flooded with tears.

He pranced over to Soul, spewing waterfalls from his eyes while shouting, “SOUL!”

Teary eyed as well, Soul clamped his hands around Black☆Star. “BLACK☆STAR!”

The two of them hugged on the roof with the moon overlooking them.

Unfortunately, the bottle wasn’t picked up. It laid there right before Soul so when he took a step back, he slipped on it and the two of them gasped in fright before toppling over it and falling off the roof!

They screamed loudly and then slammed onto the ground, shooting up a plume of dust while face down and spread out like flat pancakes in the dirt, stars and birdies circling over their heads.

Black☆Star’s bladder in particular didn’t like the impact because upon hitting the ground he would find his diaper now full of a different kind of waterfall. 

Thank goodness he lost or he would have ruined his pants.

—

Dragon Ball

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“Alright Goten, listen up! I’m only saying this ONE time!” Trunks waggled his finger in front of Goten. “The loser HAS to wear the diaper, the sash, the baby booties, AND the top hat okay? It’s how people will know that you’re Baby New Year!”

Goten sat and pouted, leering at Trunks and seemingly rather unamused.

Trunks sweated and gulped a bit. “Wh-What?”

“This is low,” Goten finally said. “Even for YOU, Trunks.”

“L-LOW?!” Trunks was taken aback, shocked by Goten saying such a thing to his face. Here he had invited him to his room before everyone downstairs celebrated the countdown to the New Year with an awesome proposal for a way to make him look silly and it was being called a new low? “What are you talking about?”

“You can’t beat me in a fight and you want to get out of the diaper punishments I put upon you when you lose so you leave it up to luck?” Goten leaned forward, pressing his nose against Trunks.

Trunks stammered and chuckled nervously. “C-C-Come on now! Th-That’s not it! R-Really! B-Besides, I could t-t-t-totally take you now! I-I just… haven’t decided to do a rematch yet c-cause of the holidays! You know how it is!”

Goten just narrowed his eyes.

Trunks had his hands raised as if he was already surrendering. He had to keep it to himself that the face Goten was making had already caused him to wet his briefs. Thankfully it wasn’t enough for it to show on his pants.

Trunks needed this though.

He kept challenging Goten and he kept losing every single time. Each time he lost extended how long he was kept in diapers. If he could just SEE Goten in diapers, ONCE, even if for one night, he’d feel it possible that it could give him the mental boost he needed to eventually defeat him!

“Fine,” Goten finally said. “Put the bottle on the floor.”

“Wait what?” Trunks was momentarily surprised. “Y-You mean it?! Sweet! I can’t be–!”

“Just do it!” Goten ordered.

“EEP!” Trunks flinched and dropped the bottle. “I-I mean d-don’t tell me what to do! You’re not my boss! I ain’t afraid of you!”

Goten smiled. “Okay. Then spin the bottle. Go ahead.”

Trunks snarled and did so with his hand.

It spun super fast. It looked like it might rise off the ground like a propeller.

Thankfully, as the two leered down at it, sweat on both of their brows, they were able to see it stop and were graced with a loser.

The bottle landed on Goten!

“WHAT?!” Goten gasped, jaw hanging open.

“HAHAHAHA!” Trunks laughed and danced in place. “Whew! I did it! I won!”

Goten began to blush. “Y-You only won because of pure luck! That’s nothing to celebrate!” He snapped and pointed at Trunks.

“Oh shut up and lay down, Baby New Year!” Trunks snickered.

Goten shuffled where he stood, feeling uncomfortable… but he did as he was told and laid out, spread eagle on the floor and staring up at the ceiling. “Just get it over with…”

“Will do!” Trunks laughed and grabbed at his pants.

“YEEP!” Goten went even more red when he saw his pants get yanked down and his tighty whities exposed. When those came off too and he was naked from the waist down, he almost crawled away.

Trunks grabbed his legs and lifted them under the unfolded Backyardigans diaper he had with him though. Escape wasn’t an option.

Goten was taped up and his front was patted by his satisfied rival and friend.

Goten muttered under his breath a light curse, feeling intense embarrassment.

“Cuuuuute~!” Trunks cooed with his hands clamped together. The laughing fit he had afterward was incredibly obnoxious.

Goten sat there and listened to him laugh and point at him for a couple of minutes, not liking a single second of this.

He then stood up and looked at Trunks directly in his eyes.

“Okay. So… wanna test your luck in a fight again?” Goten asked.

Trunks’ confident grin was quite douchey. He placed his fists at his sides and snickered before responding with a sharp, “You bet. No way am I losing with you dressed like th–!”

POW!

Goten punched Trunks in the face.

Trunks’ arms flopped at their sides and his tongue slopped out of his mouth.

His eyes slowly crossed into each other and he let out a babyish wail before saying, “Make sure to scrub your feet as hard as you can when doing bubble baths baby! Make love to the rubber ducky tooooo~! Quack! Quack!”

Trunks then fell backwards and fainted, arms and legs out as stars circled his head.

Goten smiled and turned to leave the room. “Oh well. I guess even dressed as a baby my fists know who the real baby is!”

When he left to go get some party cake, Trunks drooled on the floor, flooding his pants completely and ruining his carpet.

—

One Piece

—

“HAHAHAHAHA!” Luffy and Chopper sat on the deck of a small Revolutionary Army ship, holding their stomachs as they pointed and laughed at Luffy’s older brother Sabo.

They had played the Baby New Year game of Spin the Baby Bottle and Sabo was the one it landed on.

He stood there, dressed in the full baby garb, arms crossed and pouting while making an annoyed face off to the side.

“A little brother shouldn’t be laughing at his big brother like that!” Sabo finally blurted out, blushing extremely hard as he saw Chopper start to pound his fists on the deck.

“So what? I’m not the one wearing a diaper!” Luffy laughed, tears in his eyes as his annoying hiccup laughing started to grate on Sabo’s nerves.

Sabo growled. “Well then, let me put you in one!” He spread his arms and made flames appear in his palms.

“GAH!” Chopper sprung to his feet and held up his tiny hoofs. “Luffy, he’s being a sore loser just like you said!”

“Ha! I knew he would! Oh well!” Luffy grinned and readied his fists. With several cracks of his knuckles he got into a fighting stance and was prepared to launch an all out attack against the official Baby New Year.

When Sabo had stopped by the Thousand Sunny to hang with Luffy and his crew for a New Years celebration, he found that these two were the only ones currently awake and willing to have a little fun. So they jumped ship for a bit to go and do that but apparently things were going South.

Luffy and Sabo shouted and charged at one another, ready to turn this celebration into an all-out brawl, when Chopper suddenly screamed.

“GYAAAH! HE’S HERE!” Chopper shouted, looking over the edge of the ship.

Luffy and Sabo skidded to a stop and turned to look with tilted heads of confusion. “Hmm? Who’s here?”

Across the water, they saw a ship with a weird fairy like symbol on it and at the head of the mast was a blue cat wearing a pirate captain’s hat and full pirate garb.

“I see them,” The cat grinned wickedly, pointing his sword forward. “FIRE!”

Soon a large cannon opened up. Luffy and Sabo scoffed, completely unfazed by the idea of being bombarded by mere cannonballs.

Chopper fell on his butt and began wetting his pants though. This momentarily confused the two of them before they saw the huge energy glow of the long cannon from the ship.

Luffy and Sabo sucked in their lips with confusion as it charged what looked like a pink version of Kizaru’s laser.

“IT’S A BEAM!” Luffy, Chopper, and Sabo shouted all together. Except, this wasn't a shout of fascination. It was one of fear.

The cannon fired and the three of them were engulfed by a bright pink light that exploded the everloving crap out of their ship.

In the plume of smoke was the wreckage of the ship.

In the sky, where the fireworks that were about to be launched, were three gap-toothed, swirly eyed, drooling losers.

Luffy was down to his MLP briefs, Chopper had on his cherry blossom undies, and Sabo remained in his Arthur diaper.

All three of them drooled garbled nonsense and wet themselves in unison, leaving sparkles across the sky and disappearing into a twinkle far off in the distance.

The cat on the ship slurped and yanked his hat up.

“Another win for me, the great Captain Happy.” He sneered. “Wonder where those losers will land this time? I gotta find em so that I can blast them a fifth time. Maybe this time they’ll be butt naked by the end of it!"

—

Hunter X Hunter

—

“Gon, this is dumb,” Killua blushed, squirming as he sat on the grass in the large open field spread before them.

It was just the two of them on this fine night. They were far from home and, rather unfortunately, Gon wasn’t able to reach Aunt Mito from where he was in time to celebrate the New Year. Neither of them were.

Thankfully, they had managed to reach each other.

For as much as Killua loved and appreciated that, he felt this was going a tad too far.

“I mean, seriously?” Killua pointed down. “A baby bottle?”

Gon smiled and gave it a spin.

“You don’t need to think so hard about this Killua,” Gon finally spoke, giving his friend a warm response without so much as looking up at him. “Just let it happen.”

“But–!” Killua blushed, his heart fluttering as he poked his fingers together, clearly worried.

Either way this ended, he wouldn’t be ready for it.

They had an open candy themed diaper on the blanket they were sitting on. Whoever lost this spin was going to lose their pants, their underwear, and their dignity as they were crowned Baby New Year.

As Killua’s eyes spun and all but swirled as he leered at the bottle. He felt sweat travel down his face.

Then, finally, mercifully, it landed on him.

… WAIT, WHAT?!

Gon looked up and grinned brightly. “Well, well, well.”

“G-G-Gon! L-Look, I know I said yes b-but…!” Killua scooted back.

Gon scooted forward.

They stared at each other for a split second.

Then Killua tried to leap away.

Gon tackled him and began yanking his shorts down.

“NO! STOOOOOP!” Killua cried and tried to keep hold of them. “YEEEK!”

He failed.

Killua’s clothes fluttered in the breeze as Gon tossed them into the sky, one article of clothing at a time. It was just like when they took a bath together, only this time he was going into something far more embarrassing.

When Killua’s Choco-Robo briefs fell to the grass, his butt landed into the diaper next.

Gon powdered his exposed front, giggling as he teased him for how cute his little member was.

“Please shut up…” Killua whined, blushing and looking to the side as he was taped up and fully diapered.

When that was done, Gon scooted Killua into his lap and plucked the baby bottle off the ground.

“Gon! Please I–MPFH!” Killua’s eyes crossed when Gon shoved the baby bottle into his mouth and began rocking him as the milk inside it traveled down his throat.

He shuffled where he sat a bit and smiled as he looked out at the night sky, observing it intensely with his friend.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Gon asked. “It’s about to get even prettier too. Let’s sit and watch the fireworks together? No need to resist. It’s fine getting taken care of every once in a while, right?”

Killua suckled on the bottle as Gon spoke. He then looked over at the sky and felt his eyelids narrow a bit.

A light blush traveled back to his face but he didn’t protest anything anymore.

He was way too warm and comfy like this.

Maybe he could let Gon win this one time.

After all, it wasn’t like anyone was watching.

—

Conclusion

—

The four boys sat on the patch of land before Tails' workshop and watched the bottle as it spun.

10!

The diaper was already laid out on the blanket. The powder was by its side. The rest of the outfit was ready too. It was awaiting the butt of the loser that was to make itself its new prison cage for their crotch.

9!

The baby bottle slowly came to a stop as people from all across several universes began watched the countdown commence.

8!

The bottle landed on Silver!

7!

“WHA–?! ME?!” Silver blushed immediately and shot up straight. He clamped his hands to the side of his face with disbelief, before pressing them to his crotch.

6!

“Yup! YOU!” Charmy exclaimed, yanking his pants down and exposing his white briefs. They had a cute blue elastic and nice pictures of stars and rocket ships on them. They were adorable.

5!

“AAYEEEEP! NO! NO! NO! NO! I CHANGED MY MIND! THIS IS EMBARRASS–GAAAH!” Silver screamed as Sonic yanked his briefs down next, letting his little wee wee show off.

4!

Tails snickered, getting into the game and pushed Silver over so that he landed on the diaper. The fox boy was quick to sprinkle powder on his front and then tape the diaper up. 

3!

After that, Silver was given the sash, top hat, and had his boots removed to make way for the baby booties.

2!

His transformation was complete!

Sonic, Charmy, Tails, and the rest of the Chaotix squeezed in together to get a nice snapshot of the proceedings firing off.

1!

As soon as they took the picture, the fireworks went off in the distance.

They were all grinning. Silver was smiling nervously, blushing and looking unsure of himself as his diapered front was on prominent display in the image.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Despite the relief Sonic, Tails, and Charmy experienced here on this night, the crowning of Baby New Year, in the grand scheme of things, meant nothing.

It was just another form of humiliation and whether any of these people from any of these universes liked it or not, humiliation came for them all whether there was a ceremony to usher it in or not.

Cheers to another year of witnessing their emasculating escapades.

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Have a Happy New Year everybody. As we head into this next one, I can only hope I can continue to bring you joy and amusement for all the things I've written and drawn. May this one be even better than the last. Be sure to vote for your personal favorite New Years Baby below! See ya soon!