Valedictorian 2013

Chapter 3
Chapters IX-XII

---

Chapter Description: The story concludes. Contains female mental AR with further infantilist elements, mass physical and mental AR, spontaneous orgasm; strong humiliation throughout. The final four chapters of a 12-chapter story.

---

trip here. If, upon finishing this story you conclude that it was enjoyable and worth your time, feel free to exert a little influence in whatever future writing I choose to do by PM’ing me a little bit about what worked for you and what didn’t.

And if you didn’t enjoy it, I appreciate your having given me a chance. There’s plenty of great stuff out there if you know where to look, which is what makes this community one worth coming back to!

IX - The Girlfriend: Part I

“Let’s meet Cummy Scott’s girlfriend, shall we?” Eddie walked around the stage, now removed of Scott’s semen and the folding chair. “Her name, if I recall, is Emily Banks. You’ll want to come onstage now, Emily, and bring who you to believe your two gossipiest best friends.”

Less than a minute later, accompanying Edward Bernard onstage were Emily Banks, Samantha Robinson, and Angela Renard.

“Now, Emily, you’re here for obvious reasons. You took Scott from me, yes, but I’m not so petty as to resent that forever. But the gossipy stories you shared with Samantha and Angela here -- secrets I had shared with Scott, certain unsavory specifics about the intricacies of our sex lives -- they struck my ears, too. And now I’m... upset.

“Now, now, don’t worry. All three are of you are going to keep your genders and ages and bodies intact regardless of the outcome of our next little game.” The three girls seemed visibly relieved.

“You seem visibly relieved,” said Eddie. “Not so fast. We’re going to have a competition, and I promise you it’s a fun one. But first, I have to outline the rules.

“I will personally strip and diaper each of you. As soon as you stand up from your diapering positions, your bladders will be empty, but your lower intestines will be begging for relief. Not so much that it’s uncontrollable, but I’m certain each of you will be challenged.

“The first girl to crap her diapers gets away scot-free. No catches, no gimmicks. Life as usual for you... as soon as you clean yourself up, of course.

“The last girl standing -- the ?winner,’ if you will -- will feel immediate relief and win the right to change back into her big-girl clothes.

“But the second girl to make messy will forever see the winner as her mother. And she’ll need all the attention she can get, because she’ll have the mind of the infant she demonstrated herself to be.

“All of this is understood,” Eddie concluded, “yes?”

The girls nodded fearfully.

As not among the more sexually successful of Willowbrook High School’s student body, Eddie made it a point to savor the act of stripping these three beautiful girls in front of his graduating class. He tried to keep it classy, and he largely succeeded, but by the time he got to laying them out on their changing pads and readying their adult diapers, it was hard to keep much of anything classy.

The girls clutched their knees to their bare breasts as suggested as Eddie slid the seats of their diapers underneath their beautiful asses. He powdered their crotches in sequence, massaged the powder along their cunts and between their thighs, and pulled the fronts of the diapers up between their legs and held them to their naked stomachs as he taped each very securely. He made certain to tuck in the leg bands to prevent unwanted spillage. The three girls themselves were largely cooperative during this process, though Samantha ended up shedding a few silent tears, and Emily herself involuntarily shuddered in pleasure as Eddie’s hand delicately slid powder along her pussy.

The diapers were secured, the girls stood up, their intestines instantly filled, and the game was on.

Naked except for their diapers, Emily, Samantha, and Angela each recognized an immediate need to visit the ladies’ room, but the pressure was not so intense that they couldn’t fight against it.

But they didn’t want to fight against it. The first of them to fill their diapers would suffer no consequences. So, as soon as they were on their feet, each of them tried as hard as they could to poop themselves.

They closed their eyes, they bit their lips, they squatted, they strained, they stumbled about in drunken circles, struggling to empty their bowels into their tightly-taped diapers. All of them were finding it incredibly difficult to fight against 15 years of toilet training. Angela got down on her hands and knees, her diapered ass facing the audience, in hopes the position would prove successful. Even as she strained, the seat of her diaper remained pristine.

Samantha had another idea. She spent her time knees bent, squatted down, trying as best as she could to emulate the sensation of sitting on a toilet.

Emily simply stood straight up, stiff as a board, biting her lip fiercely and grunting loud enough for the whole audience to hear.

As it turned out, Samantha Robinson had played her cards right. She kept her hands to her knees, looked to the ceiling, and groaned in relief as the largest load of her life pushed uncontrollably out of her asshole and smooshed against the fabric of her diaper, spreading across her ass. It never seemed to stop. Even with the knowledge that she was now the winner, she couldn’t pinch it off, and it wasn’t until her intestines were totally emptied and her diaper two pounds heavier and drooping did the storm come to an end. The seat of her diaper was comically enlarged and the smell was unbearable.

“Congratulations, Sam,” Eddie replied. “You can go lie down over there, on your stomach if you prefer, and the winner will change your diaper shortly before she does so the loser.”

Completely humiliated and in tears, Samantha toddled awkwardly towards the other side of the stage and laid down on her stomach and bare breasts, feeling violently ill at the feeling of the shit caking her ass.

For Emily and Angela, the game had changed. Before, they were fighting to mess their diapers; suddenly, it was a no-holds-barred battle to keep them clean. It wasn’t an easy adjustment for them to make. Angela returned into a standing position and clutched at the seat of her diaper, hoping to squeeze her cheeks together enough to prolong disaster, but the thickness of the cotton and the slickness of the plastic made the gesture seem futile.

Emily danced about like a madwoman, trying to distract herself, but this only jogged her intestines uncomfortably. Then she dropped to the floor, sitting flat on her ass, thinking it a sure win-- but this only compressed her bowels and made her need more urgent.

Both girls were fighting a losing battle. Angela was standing straight up and appeared slightly less frustrated to Emily, so Emily decided to return to a standing position. It was the last straw, the final motion that pushed her willpower over the edge.

As she was inadvertently facing the curtain at the back of the auditorium as she stood, Emily Banks was the victim of the entire student body gazing at her in awe as the teenager shit herself with a vocal (and very loud) “ahhhhh” of relief. The smooth, white back of Emily’s disposable diaper grew lumpy and brown with each contraction of the girl’s asshole. And every time the students thought it was over, another ovoid lump pushed the limits of the diaper’s plastic and threatened to snap the tapes and send the whole garment splattering to the floor.

But that didn’t happen, and when Emily was finally finished -- defeated, in tears, and with a stinking mess in her britches -- Eddie smiled and walked over to her, resting his hand on the warm, squishy seat of her diaper and giving it a couple of humiliating pats and squeezes.

“You took Scott from me,” he said. “I gave you this.”

Emily cried even harder.

X - The Girlfriend: Part II

Angela Renard had reason to be happy. She no longer felt compelled to pay a visit to the toilet, and took great relief in being able to remove her own clean diaper and replace it with the panties, skirt, and shirt with which she had arrived. The scent of baby powder still surrounded her; she paid it little heed.

But she felt sorry for Samantha, who was still sobbing quietly on the floor and stunk to high heaven. And, as Eddie had suggested would happen, Emily had been mentally reduced to the status of an infant, and saw Angela as her new Mommy. As a result, Angela felt a maternal responsibility to her friend develop quite naturally.

In fact, it practically broke Angela’s heart to try, in futility, to explain to the babbling, drooling Emily, that she would have to first change Samantha’s diaper in order for the mother-daughter pair to have any time together. Emily simply stared blankly, holding her bare feet together in her right hand and sucking her left thumb as she rocked back and forth despondently on her loaded diaper.

Angela returned to Samantha and turned her over, wiping away her friend’s tears before untaping Samantha’s diaper and disposing of it. She worked with diligence, wiping away the teenaged girl’s mess, trying to reclaim some measure of dignity to her dejected friend. Eventually, Samantha was clean enough to change back into her street clothes and return to her seat in the auditorium in shame.

By the time Angela returned to Emily’s side, the 18-year-old infant had already discovered the blind joy of sucking on her toes. Angela tried gently to pry her friend’s foot from her mouth, explaining in the simplest tones she could muster the necessity of getting her into a clean diaper.

“We gotsta get da nasty poopie dipee offa you, sweetheart! You could get a rashy! You don’t want a rashy, do you? Nooo.”

Emily burst out in a loud infantile wail, ill-befitting her grown-up girl’s voice, but eventually relented to allowing her Mommy to clean her up and return her to a freshly-powdered disposable diaper. The baby in the big girl’s body indicated intense hunger, and, as there were no chairs or other accommodations on the stage to permit a proper feeding, Angela simply sat at the edge of the wooden stage, rested Emily, tits flopping, along her lap and against her arm, and offered her friend her naked breast.

Emily Banks instinctively and hungrily latched on to her best friend’s nipple, sucking fiercely and out of impossible need. But Angela wasn’t lactating-- at least, not without the hormones she knew she’d be buying in the future. Emily pulled off in frustration and began crying even harder. More troubling yet, she found out in the worst possible way that, by losing the competition, the contents of her bladder that had been removed for her benefit at the beginning of the game had been replaced upon its conclusion. In her loss of control and open-mouthed wail, the contents of her bladder quickly became the contents of her diaper.

In an uncharacteristic (at least, for graduation night) display of altruism, Eddie walked over to Angela and handed her a baby bottle filled with warm milk. The girl smiled and nodded her gratitude and slid the rubber nipple of the bottle into Emily’s crying mouth, instantly silencing her. The oversized but beautiful baby loved the feeling of the milk flowing over her tongue and into her stomach. And, most importantly, she loved her Mommy.

Emily Banks kicked her legs in pleasure, her warm, damp diaper crinkling with the motion. She savored the experience of being held and loved. She even found herself enjoying the feeling of the warm, wet, thick cotton surrounding her most private parts. And all she could think about until finishing her baba and gently being dismissed from the stage along with Angela was how she was looking forward to the many, many years of growing up, learning new things, and loving her now-and-forever Mommy.

XI - The Finale

“Well, folks,” Eddie announced, reaffixing the microphone to its stand, “it’s very nearly 10 PM and it’s about time I start wrapping up my speech. We’ve had a lot of fun tonight, seen a lot of new sides of our friends and colleagues, and maybe learned a thing or two about how best to treat your fellow human being.

“To those of you who were friendly to me over the course of the past four years -- or, at the very least, civil to me -- I thank you and express my appreciation for having had the privilege of studying alongside you. I know some of you will be accompanying me to Cornell this autumn. I look forward to seeing you there. Those of you going to other colleges, into the armed forces, or learning the family business or even pursuing whatever dream it is that you may have-- I sincerely wish you all the best. You will be successful.”

And, eventually, they all were.

“To those of you who treated me like shit during our high school career, those whom I didn’t have time to invite on stage for fun and games, you know exactly who you are. So, please, get it right next time.”

Murmurs of confusion from the audience.

“I’m giving you all another chance. Whatever age you happened to be when you got to Willowbrook High -- 13, 14, 15, whatever -- well, you’re that again.”

And those particular folks found that to be true, as well. Countless people in the audience who so recently were graduating seniors were about to reenter freshman year. Muscles built over four years -- gone. Knowledge accrued during four years -- vanished. Penis length, bra sizes, sexual experiences and acumen -- reduced to whatever they had been four years prior.

Dozens of handsome young men became awkward nerds spotted with acne. Many of them developed erections apropos of nothing, as often happened to them during freshman year. Girls felt their tits dwindle to pale imitations in their shrinking bras. Many developed random crushes on completely unattractive male classmates, just because their hormones were raging anew.

One unfortunate 13-year-old boy had his first-ever ejaculation right there in his pants, simply because his shrunken jockey shorts brushed just right against the underside of his four-inch erection. Many became bedwetters again, as they hadn’t dropped the habit until their 14th or 15th birthdays. They feared, rightly, that they would be repaying a visit to diapers again very, very soon.

Whoever had wronged Edward Bernard in the past found themselves in the past, suddenly graduating the eighth grade.

“So, in closing... be good to each other.”

XII - The New Reality

Three months later, Edward Bernard found himself in his bedroom, packing suitcases for his impending migration to Cornell University. All he could think about was how he’d have to redouble his efforts to get outstanding grades; the competition was certain to be fiercer. There was always the possibility he’d feel compelled to give the valedictorian speech in 2017, and he felt driven to success by the need to have that option.

He didn’t immediately make it a reality by verbalizing his desire. Everybody deserved a chance, in more ways than one.

“Hey, bro, can I come in?” Edward’s 14-year-old brother, Seth, was standing at the doorway.

“Sure, buddy,” Edward smiled. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?” asked Edward. “For what?”

“Well, I’m going to high school in a couple of weeks. Freshman and all that, whoo! In an... unusually large freshman class. But, anyway... I don’t feel as if I’m going to have very many problems dealing with the transition.”

Edward smiled. “I think you’ll be treated with the utmost respect.”

Seth smiled back, knowingly. “Isn’t this the point in the story where the anti-hero gets some sort of come-uppance of his own?”

Edward thought for a minute.

“Not this time, Seth,” he replied. “This time, he gets away with it.”

And it was true.

The End

thanks for reading. -lt

 

---