Buying Diapers

Chapter 1
Buying Diapers

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Chapter Description: Chapters 1-10. Reposted from Dark Fantstic. Strong sexual content. Lots of Diapers!

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Buying diapers 1-10. (sorry about the long, new intro.)

This story was originally published on the site known as The Dark

Fantastic, which sadly, seems no longer to be working. I have added

several pages to the story so far and chapter 46 will be out soon.

Finally, I have heard from several readers that the first several

chapters were a little slow. I have tried to spice them up a bit,

but the plot hangs on what happens in the beginning, so if you will

bear with it, I think you will be quite pleased. If you like this

sort of thing that is.

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented material, not suitable for

children or really almost everybody else. The characters in this

story are fake. This story is fiction.

You may not like the characters. Their views are not necessarily

mine. Please don’t think less of me for who they are. Sure, I wrote

it. But the characters suggested themselves. Enough said. Also, there

is a lot of sexual content as well as language most commonly heard by

drunken sailors and Teens, so if this offends you, perhaps you should

stop reading right now. This is a DL story and not a happy, gushy AB

story at all.

I hope you enjoy this story. If you do, or have any helpful hints or

suggestions, please leave feedback! Finally, I really should thank

NomDreserv and Tainted Sins for the use of some of their fine

characters and the people who kept badgering me to finish the story.

Anyway. On with the show!

Buying Diapers

Chapter 1 - Life’s a Beach.

Sixteen year-old Kenneth Haskins loves watching hot chicks at the

beach, and especially loves fantasizing about them sucking his cock.

"The filthy little sluts.", he thinks, "All they want is my cock in

their mouth... or up their ass."

He smiles and takes another drag from his cigarette. He paid a

homeless guy six bucks to buy them, but it wasn’t his money. He got

it by threatening that freshman kid at school, Randy.

Randolph Lormann(known to everyone as Randy) was a straight "A"

student, even though he had skipped a grade. Ken hated dorks like

that. Shaking him down and ’Keeping him in line’ was one of Ken’s

favorite past-times. And today had been no exception. He laughed,

recalling how Randy: fourteen years-old and a total dork, cried as

he handed over his lunch money. Ken had also noticed a permission

slip from Randy’s mom to go on a field-trip and had taken that as well.

Randy had tried to snitch on him though. Unfortunately for Randy,

the teacher he chose to tell was the Gym coach. The coach, who was a

jock back in his high-school days and had a life-long hatred for

’geeks’ as he called them, told Randy not to be a crybaby. Then he

warned Ken that he’d better not get caught doing it again or it could

mean real trouble next time and suspended him for the rest of the day.

Ken had grinned and merely said ’OK’.

When he caught up with the little weasel in the hall, Ken threatened

that if Randy did it again, a rumor that Randy still wet his bed would

be all around school REAL fast. That shut him up, but good. Well...

except for the boy’s crying and begging Ken not to, that is.

Then he saw her. She was about 30 years old and she was stacked!

Wearing a black bikini that barely covered her her ’ASSets’ and

sporting a double ’D’ rack. Ken’s dick immediately got hard at the

sight of her curvaceous figure.

She was everything Ken thought was hot. Looking that good only meant

one thing. She had to be a slut. When chicks dressed like that you

just knew they wanted it.

Gina Zamey, thirty, was a nurse and had seen many young teens take

up smoking and saw this as a chance to let this young man know that

smoking wasn’t ’cool’. She looked at him and frowned in disgust.

"Pick up those dirty Butts! That’s disgusting! You can’t smoke here,

and besides, you are way too young to smoke. What would your mother

say if she saw you smoking?"

"Hey, baby! I’m older than you think! I’ll tell you what though.",

he pointed to his dick, "You suck on this and then I’ll spread your

legs and clean up your ’dirty butt’!" he laughed, imagining himself

fucking her up the ass while she cried for mercy. "If you can

swallow it in less than ten minutes, I might let you have my phone

number." He added as he took another drag.

"Why, you foul-mouthed, disgusting little brat! That perverted

little mind and potty mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot

of trouble one of these days! And I hope I will be there to see it

happen! You should be in school anyways. It’s only two-thirty."

Gina decided she’d go home, rather than let the little perv stare at

her as she sunned herself. ’Damn!’, she thought, ’This was my first

day off in two weeks, with all of the nursing shortages.’ She really

could have used some sun and relaxation. The little bastard.

Ken smiled at the sight of her ass as she walked away. He lightly

stroked himself through his jeans and once again imagined her bent

over while he fucked her; first in her hot little cunt, then in her

ass, and finally blowing his wad in her mouth. He crushed out his

cigarette, and started checking out the other babes from the low

wall he sat on, wondering how his pal Dennis and Dennis’ girlfriend

Lisa were doing at school.

’Man, Lisa is fucking hot!’ He’d been slowly putting the moves on

her for some time and Dennis still didn’t know that Ken had been

giving her ’frenching lessons’ - ’to help her makeout with Dennis’.

Convincing Lisa that Dennis would like her more if she could kiss

better was so easy it was almost laughable. Telling her she hadn’t

got it quite right and they should try again and again untill she

could please her man was good for a couple of days. She finally put

a stop to it though, saying she felt she was ready and they hadn’t

so much as hugged since.

But he still had plans for her. He stroked his dick through his jeans

a little more while he thought about them and watched some girls in

g-string bikinis walk by. Oh man, he needed to get some of that! The

filthy sluts. There was no way he was going to turn seventeen and

still be a virgin.

Forty-five minutes later, Dennis and Lisa showed up, having finally

got out of school. They were laughing about something and Ken could

tell from the way they laughed, it was something juicy. "Hey! What’s

so funny? Something happen that I missed?"

Dennis, still laughing said, "Randy Lormann is a bedwetter! Lisa saw

his mom buying those extra-large Pull Ups at K-Mart, you know, the

ones for bedwetters. Whatchacallits."

"GoodNites", Lisa supplied, grinning at the thought of a high schooler

still wearing a nightly Pull-Up.

"I knew it! No wonder he was so scared when I said I would tell

everyone he wet the bed. I thought I was just making it up!", Ken

laughed derisively.

Lisa was smirking, "My cousin had to wear them untill he was eight.

But, I mean, Geez! That kid is like, fourteen for God’s sake! Can

you imagine?"

Ken grinned. "Hey, that’s nothin’. I got a retarded cousin who is

older than me up north and he still wears diapers and sleeps in a

crib! Me, I’d kill myself before I’d let that happen to me."

Lisa frowned. "Yeah, but this is different. I mean your cousin is

retarded and all. He can’t help it and he doesn’t know any better. I

mean, really, it’s like he’s just a baby! But Randy knows he should

get up and pee at night. Or just hold it untill morning. Instead he

just pees in his GoodNites like a three year-old who isn’t

completely potty-trained. Can you just imagine how he would feel if

everyone found out?" she asked.

Dennis snickered, "That gives me an idea! Let’s leave a note saying

we know his secret. Kinda like that movie ’I Know What You Did Last

Summer’. Then we could watch him try and figure out who wrote it."

Dennis wasn’t really into bullying kids around the way Ken was, but

Dennis(who always thought of Randy as a little faggy because he

was always so polite, quiet and not very athletic.) couldn’t help

himself. A fouteen year old bedwetter. Ha!

Ken, not wanting to be outdone and still mad at Randy for trying to

get him busted, replied, "I’ve got a better idea! Let’s replace his

GoodNites with baby diapers, then leave a fake note from his ’mom’,

instead. We could have her say he has to wear them, instead of those

GoodNites, from now on because he still wets himself like a baby!"

Dennis was taken aback. "What?!? Man, that is really twisted! Why

would you wanna do that to him?" His friend sure had some strange

ideas on what was fun sometimes. But this seemed a little extreme,

even for Ken.

"That little pissboy ratted me out to the gym coach and almost got

me expelled! That would mean I would have to go to Juvie! For a

harmless little prank! I owe that shithead... big time!"

"Man, that would really fuck with him. Let’s do it!", agreed Dennis.

Lisa shifted uncomfortably. "I don’t know. That could get us into

trouble if we’re caught, and besides I have better things to spend

money on than diapers for a fourteen year old."

Ken thought for a second, then smiled. "We don’t have to buy them.

We could get some of your baby brother’s diapers, he won’t miss

them. Hell, didn’t you say he is almost toilet-trained?"

"Well yeah, but..."

Seeing that she wasn’t sure, he added "Then we can go back to my

place and drink some beer after. My mom is working late tonight."

Dennis, remembered his favorite baseball team, The Oakland A’s, were

playing against The SF Giants(’Those San Francisco Fags’, as he

called them) tonight. He agreed. As long as they were done by six-

thirty so he could watch the game at home on the family’s big screen

TV.

Dennis wished Lisa would get more into sports, but she just wasn’t

interested. Besides, his mom and dad would be home and they couldn’t

even kiss each other, his parents were very strict about that kind

of stuff. They would be watched constantly. Not that Lisa would put

out. She said she ’wasn’t ready yet’. But recently, she had started

frenching him (and was pretty damn good, too!). He figured all he

had to do was wait just a little longer and BAM! They’d be in the

sack doin’ it! He even had a condom in his wallet, for when the time

was right.

Since the boys were going to go through with it anyway, Lisa reluctantly

agreed. "Besides", she thought to herself, "If I don’t drink beer

with them, they might think I’m a prude." She knew Dennis wanted to

go ’all the way’ with her, and even though she wanted to, she knew

she wasn’t ready, and if her parents found out she would be in huge

trouble. Maybe even the convent!

Chapter 2 - The Best Laid Plans.

As they got into Dennis’s VW bug, Ken outlined the plan. "We go to

Lisa’s house; saying I need to use the bathroom. Then, Lisa

distracts her mom by asking her ummm... about her period, or

whatever. While her mom is talking to her, I’ll get the diapers from

the nursery and sneak out. Then we write the note and climb in

through Randy’s window. We have a ladder in the garage. Then we

switch the Pull-Up-things with the diapers, leave the note and we’re

gone. Randy and his mom will be at the movies tonight. He told me

the money he ’gave’ me today was for snacks at the movies. He

doesn’t have any friends, so he has to go with his mom."

"What a loser! Going to the movies with mommy! Ha ha! He sounds like

he really should be in diapers." Dennis laughed. While this kind of

cruelty was normally Ken’s thing, he felt that queer-boys like Randy

deserved what they got.

Lisa was still worried about being caught. Her parents were not above

using the belt! "What will I tell my mom? She will want to know

where I am. And what if someone is at Randy’s house?"

Ken snorted. "Tell your mom you’re at the library studying. She’ll

buy that. And don’t worry about being caught, little Randy lives

next door to me, remember? We just hop the fence and climb through

his window. It’ll take about two minutes. So just relax, OK?"

Dennis smiled, thinking how this could help his uptight girlfriend

relax and make it easier to get her in the sack later. He started up

the car and drove to Lisa’s house. He parked the car on the side of

the house, rather than in the front so her mom wouldn’t be suspicious

seeing his car outside. Then Ken and Lisa went in.

Lisa’s mom, Sally, called out from her bedroom, "Is that you, honey?

You’re half an hour late, you know."

"I know mom. I had to talk to my math teacher, Mr. Pance, about a

paper he wants turned in by Monday. By the way, Ken needs to use

the bathroom. Is that OK?" she asked.

"You aren’t allowed to bring boys home. You know that, young lady."

Sally said sternly, coming out of her room and glaring at the two of

them.

Ken pretended to squirm as if he really had to go and Lisa said, "I

didn’t ’bring him home’ mom. He just needs the bathroom, OK? He’ll

just be a second. I need to go to the library in a minute and he is

going home right now."

"All right, but be quiet. You’ll wake your brother. We’ll talk about

this later young lady!" She glowered, keeping her eye on Ken as he

moved towards the bathroom.

As Ken headed past the nursery, Lisa added, "I have a ’female’ question

for you mom." She got the reaction she hoped for.

"Shhh! Let’s talk about this in my room. Ladies don’t discuss such

things around boys. Especially boys of that age." She said, eyeing

Ken’s retreating figure and gesturing her daughter to follow her into

her room.

’Now’s my chance!’, thought Ken. He went to the fridge and grabbed a

six-pack of beer, (he neglected to mention to his friends where the

beer was coming from and it was safer than shoplifting it, anyway)

then headed quickly to the nursery. As he passed the TV, he saw that

his mom had been watching a soap opera, when a commercial to stop

bedwetting came on and Ken snickered. Maybe this’ll stop little

Randy from wetting HIS bed. Hell, he was practically doing Randy a

favor.

Ken entered the nursery and glanced around at the pastel purple walls,

pink carpeted floor and the sleeping toddler. Quietly, he tip-toed past

the crib and towards the changing table, spying an unopened bag of

Pampers, he grabs it, thinking it would be funnier and more realistic

if they exchanged the boy’s Pull-Ups with a full bag of diapers, as if

his mom had just bought them.

Then, beer in one hand and diapers in the other, he headed for the front

door, listening intently for sounds of Lisa’s mom. Lisa was still at her

mom’s doorway, covering his exit. She was speaking loudly, saying she

would be home around 7:30 and surreptiously motioning him to leave before

her mother came out of her room.

As soon as Ken was out the door, Lisa followed closely behind,

shutting it behind her. She whispered angrily, "You stole A WHOLE

PACKAGE?! My mom is going to notice that for sure! And you didn’t

mention stealing the beer! You gotta put it back, or I’ll be in big

trouble when they see it’s missing!"

"Relax! Nobody counts how many diapers their kids piss and shit in!

Besides, who thinks ’somebody stole diapers’? And your mom will

probably assume your dad drank the beer. If not, then she might

think I stole them, but she can’t prove it. Nobody saw me. If we try

and return it now, we’ll be caught for sure. Come on! Let’s go to my

house and write that note."

Lisa was worried. Ken was right about probably getting caught, but

she wished she hadn’t let him in the house. She wished she hadn’t

agreed to any of this. She had thought they would take a couple of

diapers and that’s all. If her parents found out, she would be in a

lot of trouble. Knowing her parents, they might even press charges!

Sally returned to the living room and looked out the window to make

sure her daughter was actually headed to the library (fortunately,

they were headed in the right direction)and not seeing that Ken had

already turned the corner, she assumed the boy had already left. "Hmmph!

He didn’t even say ’thank you’! I hope she stays away from that boy. I

trust him less than that other boy, Dennis." Just then her two-year old,

Nicky, started to wail.

’Good. He’s up. Now I can finish my soaps after his bottle and

diaper change.’, she thinks as she grabs the bottle she had prepared

earlier and walks toward the nursery. ’At least he has been pooping

on the potty. Hopefully, that was the last bag of diapers I will

have to buy. I should pick up some training pants next time I’m at

the store.’

Sally enters the nursery and picks up her screaming toddler, not

seeing Ken outside the nursery window. He gets into the backseat:

diapers in one hand and beer in the other. Nor did she notice Lisa

climb in the front seat immediately after. "Let’s get you out of

that yucky wet diaper and into a comfy dry one. OK, sweetie? Here,

drink your baba, sweety-pie." She laid Nicky on the changing table

and removed his sodden diaper. Noticing a rash, she gently applies

rash cream and powder, cooing, "Shhh. I know, baby. Mommy will get

rid of that nast, painful rash. Now drink you baba. Good boy."

As Sally finished up she noticed something odd. The new bag of Pampers

she had bought only this morning was missing. "I’m sure I bought a new

package today. Perhaps they are still in the car. Hmmm. I’ll have to

get them after One Life To Live." So saying, she lays Nicky back down in

his crib with his bottle and some toys, then sat down to continue watching

her soaps.

Chapter 3 - Some People Have No Sense Of Humor.

Dennis drove Ken and Lisa to Ken’s house to write the note. Lisa

felt worse and worse about teasing a boy she barely knows and

suggests the boys write the letter while she goes next door and

checks to make sure that no one is home. The boys think this is a

great idea and get to work.

Ken pulled the permission slip out of his pocket, grinned and said,

"I took this from him today when I got his snack money. We can use

it to forge a note that looks like his mom’s handwriting. I make up

notes with my mom’s handwriting all the time. That’s how no one

knows I’m really just ditching school."

Dennis smiled wickedly, "What should it say? How about ’You are such

a big baby bedwetter that you should wear Pampers, instead of Pull-Ups

untill you’re ready to act like a big boy.’?

"Nah." Replied Ken. "It should look like it was actually written by

his mom. Something a mom would say to her kid. That way he believes

she really wrote it. He’d never believe his mom called him a ’big

baby bedwetter’ and besides, Lisa said they are called GoodNites,

not Pull-Ups. We gotta make this look real!"

"OK, OK! What should it say, then? You got any great ideas?" Dennis

replied testily, somewhat upset that his idea was shot down so quickly.

"Easy! How about this?" Ken began to write, pausing now and then to

look at the permission slip and check his lettering against the

handwriting of Randy’s mom.

Dennis snickered and snorted as he read over Ken’s shoulder. "Oh

man, that little sissy-boy is gonna freak when he reads this! I bet

his mom will actually put him in the diapers when he can’t stop

crying. Besides, he won’t have any Pull-Ups..."

"GoodNites, Dennis. GoodNites." Ken corrected.

Dennis shrugged. "Whatever. I just wish I could get a picture of

him when he reads that note."

Ken’s eyes lit up. What a great idea! Ken’s parents had been

divorced for six years now, and whenever his dad came by to visit,

he bought Ken something. Like the swimsuit model posters his mom

hated so much, but wouldn’t make him take down because his dad

bought them for him. (She hated those posters, she disapproved of

the image of women they conveyed.) Last time, his dad bought him a

digital camera as a sort of guilt-present for not being around.

"I’ve got a new digital camera from my dad!", he exclaimed. "We can

take pictures of his room with the Pampers in it! Then, if he complains

about giving me his lunch money later, you can sneak them in the

school paper, since you’re on the staff." Ken always thought Dennis

was a bit of a dork for being on the school newspaper. But now, he

could finally put that to good use.

"Cool! But, only if you give me half the money, ’cause I’m the one

taking the risk of getting caught." Dennis bargained. His dad wouldn’t

raise his allowance and with the extra money he could afford to buy more baseball cards.

"Sure. Whatever. Just get the camera, all right? It’s right next to

the computer in the family room." Ken said, as he finished checking

the note, then signed it... ’Love, Mom’.

Ken snickered, "Stupid bedwetter. That’ll teach you to rat on me!"

Chapter 4 - A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words.

Lisa came back, saying the coast was all clear just as Dennis

returned with the camera. Ken grabbed the note and the bag of

Pampers and led them to the backyard. There were no neighbors out to

catch them at this time of day, since most of them were still coming

home from work. ’Or watching their stupid soap operas’, mused Ken.

Ken hopped the fence and took the diapers, camera and note while

Dennis helped Lisa over the fence. Dennis handed the extension

ladder over the fence, then quickly scrambled over himself as Ken

pushed the ladder into place and climbed through the open window and

into Dennis’s second story bedroom.

As Dennis started up the ladder, he and Lisa could hear Ken laughing

loudly. "HA HA AHA HA HA HA HA. This is hilarious! You guys gotta

see this! He’s has a sort of bedwetting calendar over his bed!"

Dennis sped up, muttering, "Shut up, asshole! You want us to get

caught?" Lisa hurried behind him, hoping no one had noticed them and

feeling worse about the situation every minute. Dennis entered the

room and couldn’t believe that this kid was in high school. He had a

damn Harry Potter poster on the wall right next to... No way! He

really did have a bedwetting calendar on the wall! It was marked

with colored ’x’es and ’o’s and said, "GoodNites - Dry Nights

Calendar". He noticed Ken showing him something on the corner of the

bed where he lifted the fitted sheet and saw that it was plastic!

"Lisa", he whispered, "You won’t believe this. Look!" He pointed at

the plastic sheet Ken was exposing and then the bedwetting calendar

on the wall. "Look at all those ’x’es. He wets the bed practically

every night! What a baby!"

Lisa was really feeling sorry for this boy now, and didn’t want to

laugh, but it was so ridiculous! She couldn’t help it. It started as

a giggle and then became a nervous laugh. She knew he couldn’t help

wetting the bed and teasing him was wrong, but she also felt if she

didn’t go along with the boys’ prank, Dennis might not want to date

her any more. She knew Dennis wanted to make love with her, and he

might find another girl if he thought she didn’t like the same things as

he did. With these thoughts in her mind, she laughed louder and more

derisively, hoping the boys would believe that she, too thought

mocking a kid who still wets his bed was fun. Still, she wished she

hadn’t agreed to this whole thing in the first place.

Meanwhile, Ken, searching the closet, finds Randy’s GoodNites hidden

inside. "I found them!", he exclaimed, taking a picture of the

nightly protection that Randy has worn since turning five and being

told he was ’too big for regular diapers’. Ken snickered again, and

pulling the GoodNites out of the closet, put the Pampers in its place

and took another snapshot.

Dennis, wanting to get in on the action, said, "Let’s put one of the

Pampers on the bed, kind of like his mom was laying one out to

diaper him! And then, take a picture of the open bag. That way it

looks like he wears them every night."

"Great idea! Let me find an angle that shows his school picture, but

not the bedwetting poster. That way, you know whose bedroom it is.

And it’ll look like he needs to wear diapers ALL the time, not just

at night!" Ken agreed, as he angled for the best shot.

"You mean his ’nursery’ don’t you?", quipped Lisa, not wanting to

seem like she felt sorry for Randy. Then she added, "Come on! Let’s

get out of here before someone sees us." She started to climb back

down the ladder and waited impatiently at the window.

"Wait a minute! We still gotta put the note somewhere." Ken was

laughing so hard he could barely speak. ’This was GREAT!’ He thought.

"Let’s put it on his pillow with the diaper, where he will see it

right away!"

"OK, but Lisa is right, man, you are making way too much noise.

Let’s go, before we get caught!", whispered Dennis, teearing open the bag and grabbing one of the Pampers and placing it on Randy’s pillow. He gestured for Ken to hurry and disappeared down the ladder.

"Fine, you chickens; have it your way. I just wish I could hear what

happens when he finds this here!" As Ken descended the ladder he

realized he could do just that - by taping the wireless microphone

from his mom’s karaoke machine to the window sill! He could even

plug a tape recorder into the machine and record it for even more

blackmail money! Maybe he could get Randy to do his homework for him,

too.

Chapter 5 - Drinks Are On The House.

Ken quickly followed the others over the fence and went inside.

After everybody had calmed down, Ken suggested they go up to his

room to drink the beer in case his mom came home earlier than

expected. (She sometimes did that just to check in on him. It was

almost as if she didn’t trust him or something. Geez.)

After all that excitement, Dennis needed to blow off some steam and

decided that he needed some ’quality time’ with Lisa before they had

their beer, to which Lisa agreed, thinking that her strategy to play

along with their ’joke’ had paid off.

"OK, you guys get to use my room, but only for ten minutes. Then I

want my beer! And don’t leave any ’stains’ on my bed if you know

what I mean. I got something to finish up first, anyways."

Lisa blushed at his ’stain’ comment and Dennis grinned a wickedly

and retorted, "Better make that fifteen bro, if you want us to clean

up afterwards." Lisa blushed even deeper and reproached, "Denniiis"

while looking quite embarrassed. Both boys laughed and Ken closed the

door with a wink.

He then raced to the hall closet got the Karaoke machine and tape

recorder and put them in a plastic bag in the back yard. Then he ran

an extension cord to it, from the house. Finally, he grabbed the

wireless mic, and some duct tape, hopped the fence and scurried back

up the ladder. Checking to make sure he was not observed, he turned

on the microphone and taped it right below the window. Then he got

back into his yard, stowed the ladder in the garage and said, "Oh

man, I am gonna really fuck with that kid for ratting me out." Ken

lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He wondered what little Randy

would do when he got home. Would he actually put on one of the

diapers? Maybe, his mom would think it was a good idea, and decide

that he should wear them instead of those stupid GoodNites.

Ken pictured Randy crinkling around the house in just a diaper,

waiting for his bedtime. Just like his stupid cousin, Davey.

’The Fuckin’ retard!’ He grinned evilly.

He squashed his cigarette butt out on the lawn and sauntered into

his house and up to his room, feeling ready for a couple of beers.

The three of them sat in Ken’s room drinking beer and talking about

what they wanted to do for summer vacation (which was only a few

weeks away), what kind of cars they liked, music, and once in a

while the subject came back to Randy. The more they drank the

funnier it became and even Lisa was genuinely giggling by six

o’clock. Finally Dennis said, "Come on babe, let me drive you home.

The A’s are throwing the first pitch to the San Francisco Faggots

soon and I wanna see the A’s beat the crap out of that bunch of

homos."

Lisa, who had never drunk two whole beers in her life was way too

drunk to show up at home, but still sober enough to know it. She

shook her head ,"I’ll sober up and walk home by 7:30. That way, my

parents won’t find out about me drinking and connect me to the

stolen beers." Ken thought this was a good idea and added," I’ll

walk her home later, after she has sobered up, bro. You don’t want

her busted before the Last Dance do you?" Ken never went to

dances. They were a good place to meet chicks, but you had to dress

up fancy and he didn’t want to look like a dork.

"Thanks man. I appreciate you looking out for my girl. I owe you

one." Dennis replied with a little slur in his voice. He grabbed his

keys and drove home without swerving too much, he made it home just

before the first pitch.

Ken waited and listened to Lisa talk about whatever for about five

minutes, just to make sure Dennis had really gone. When he was sure

they were alone, Ken started manuevering the conversation towards

sex, ever so slowly. When she became hesitant to speak on the

subject he offered her a special tonic that would help ’sober her

up’, which she accepted eagerly. She was getting a little

uncomfortable with the conversation, and the swimsuit model posters

on his wall didn’t help, either. If it changed the subject and helped her

sober up faster, she was all for it.

Ken came back from the kitchen with a glass of the ’tonic’, which he

said was an iced tea(Long Island style). "Go ahead and drink this

real quick, it will sober you up. My mom keeps them around for when

she needs to think straight after she has had one too many." He

lied. She gratefully gulped the too-sweet drink, not realizing it’s

high alcohol content.

"Aren’t you going to have some too?" She asked fuzzily.

"Nah. I am enjoying my buzz and my mom will never know anyway.

Looking over at the package of GoodNites, he gets an idea on how to

get back to the subject of sex. "You know I just don’t understand

how these things could fit someone as big as Randy. I mean, there’s

no way you could fit into them. Your butt is way too big." He pulled

one out of the package to show her.

"Oh yeah, right. You just want me to take my clothes off to... to

... put one of those dia.. I mean Pull-Ups on, so you can see me

naked. I’m not dumb you know! Plus, that iced tea is already helping

me sober up." She paused. "Why don’t you try one on?" she asked with

a sly grin.

There was no way Ken was going to put one of those things on, but if

he played his cards right, he could get naked right in front of her

and who knew where that could lead. "There’s NO WAY I’m gonna wear

Pull-Ups. Nothing you could do could make me put one on." He

challenged.

Now Lisa was curious! Could she get him into a Pull-Up? ’No way’, he

said? She giggled drunkenly. "If you... If you put one on, I will...

French kiss you, like when you showed me how to kiss Dennis." She

cajoled.

Ken was elated. She took the bait! Now to reel her in slowly. Let

her think it was her idea. "I don’t know", he said slowly as if

actually considering it. "What would Dennis say? I mean, you’re his

girl and all. What if he finds out? Besides, I would look RIDICULOUS

in one of these." He waved the Pull-up in front of her face.

She giggled at the thought of him wearing a Pull-Up and decided she

had to get him into one! If he actually put one on, she could

blackmail him into leaving that poor kid next door, alone. So she

said drunkenly, "I won’t tell Dennis if you don’t, and besides what

could it hurt? It’s just a kiss. We already kissed before. When you

were teaching me, remember? Come on tough guy, no one’s gonna tea-

tease you."

Ken feigned reluctance, so she added, "How about if you just take

off your underpants and hold them in front so I can see if they fit.

I would kiss you for that, instead." She moved closer to him and

pleaded, "Just for a second?"

Ken knew he had her! Just a few more minutes and BAM! He’d be

getting it on with her and since she was the one suggesting it,

there was no way she would tell Dennis or anyone else. ’Play it

easy’ he thought. Outwardly he said, "Well... OK, but just for a

second, and I’m not putting them on!" Even though he said it to

challenge her, he meant it. There was no way a sixteen year-old guy

like him would be caught dead wearing one of these, but if

pretending to do it would get him laid...

"Yay!" she clapped her hands and giggled. "I knew I could get you

to do it." She motioned for him to take off his pants, swaying

dangerously in her inebriated state.

Ken made a great show of reluctance taking off first his shoes, then

his socks, then pulled his pants halfway down and stopped.

Pretending to be nervous, he suggested they french kiss first, then

he take his pants off. He covered the front of his tighty-whiteys

with his hands, partly pretending ot be shy and partly to hide his

semi-erection. ’No good letting her see that yet’, he thought. ’It

might scare her off.’

"Well... OK, but then you have to take your pants all the way off."

She giggled again, imagining him wearing the Pull-Up and being

teased the way he had made fun of Randy earlier. Then she came

closer and kissed him roughly, and enthusiastically as only a

drunken teenager can. She reached up, grabbed his head and held it

to hers as he had done to her in their earlier practices, and as

they finally separated, she said, "Now you got to take them off! I

did my part." *giggle* Her face was flushed with alcohol and eager

with anticipation.

Slowly, still showing a reluctance he didn’t feel, he removed his

pants and pretending to hide his face in embarrassment, he removed

his underwear, turning away from her to hide his now fully erect

member. He was almost there! Now for the last step...

"Uhh. Lisa? I’m too embarrassed. I don’t want to do it. You might

laugh at me! I’m going to put my pants back on instead."

He was chickening out! She had to think of something fast. But what?

This was her only chance, she knew. He was probably still drunk on

the beer, and she was sobering up(she thought, hazily) quickly,

thanks to the Long Island iced tea. She had to do something that he

wouldn’t back out of. Aha! she thought, I know what will get him to

do it. Lisa whispered, in her most sexy voice,"If you put it on, I

will kiss your penis." Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew

she was going too far, but the alcohol was fogging up that little

voice inside to the point where she could barely hear it.

Ken almost came! Lisa must be REALLY drunk, he thought. There was no

way she would have ever mentioned kissing a dick when she was sober.

As long as I don’t seem too eager...

"No. You will just change your mind," he said. Making a show of

putting one leg back in his underpants, "You’ll just wait untill I

put it on and then you’ll laugh and say you changed your mind. I’m

not doing it. Unless..."

Lisa seized her chance to get him into that Pull-Up! She imagined

that priceless scene forever etched in her memory and just had to to

it. Maybe she could sneak a picture of him with the camera!(It was

just under the bed, where Ken had put it.) Even if she got caught

drinking, it would be worth it just to see that. Not that she would

get caught. She felt much more relaxed and was sure the ’tonic’ was

working just fine. Slowly, she bent over and pretended to slip off

the bed onto her knees, then, using her body as a shield she picked up

the camera and placed it on the bed casually. "Unless what?"

"Unless you french kiss my penis first." He said looking away and

pulling his other leg through, his now fully erect, throbbing dick

was bouncing with the movement of putting on the underwear, as if

screaming, "NO! Don’t put me away! Not yet!"

FRENCH KISS his penis?! That wasn’t what she had in mind! Even if

she wre still drunk, she wouldn’t do that. Especially since he was

only going to hold it IN FRONT of his waist. But if she did, he

would have to actually put it on and wear it. Lisa said, "OK. Turn

around and I will french your dick. But then you have to WEAR the

Pull-Up, not just hold it in front of you."

Ken couldn’t wait any longer! He turned around, no longer feigning

disinterest and pointed his rigid six inch member right at her

mouth. "OK" He grinned at her astonished look.

Seeing it hard, she gaped at it and was on the verge of

reconsidering, when he shoved it in her mouth! EWW! Yuck! She

thought, as she explored this new oral obstruction with her tongue.

I am never gonna do this again, but it will be worth it to see him

wearing that Pull-Up, she thought.

Looking down at Lisa, kneeling on the floor and licking his dick,

Ken noticed the camera sitting right next to her. While she screwed

her eyes up in disgust, he reached out and grabbed the camera. He

just had to have a picture! As he pressed the shutter button, he gave a

loud fake cough. The thought of that picture of her sucking his dick (he

had made sure he wasn’t identifiable) quickly brought him to the edge!

Suddenly, Ken thrust his dick forward, gagging her and then she felt and

tasted his cum in her mouth. Ken thrust forward jerkily a few times and

then pulled his dick out of her mouth and collapsed on the bed, hiding the

camera behind his back. "Now you have to put it on." she said, spitting

that disgusting taste out of her mouth and finishing off the last of the ’iced

tea’ to clear away the taste.

Ken lay on the bed, panting. "Give me a second... *pant pant*... to catch

my *pant* breath.

The room started spinning for Lisa. That Iced tea wasn’t working. If

anything, it was worse than before. "I don’t feel so good." She

said. "I better get going. But first, you gotta hold up your end of

the bargain. You gotta wear the Pull-Up." She held out the GoodNite

that had fallen to the floor after Ken had ejaculated.

She was determined to make him pay for getting her to do such a

disgusting act. She reached for where she had put the camera, but

couldn’t find it. Thinking it must have fallen off the bed, she

surreptiously searched the floor, but couldn’t find it. ’Damn! Where

did it go?’ She wondered.

Ken was feeling so good, he actually considered putting it on for

half a second, after all he had just gotten his first blowjob. Then

his mind came back to reality.

What was he thinking? There was no way he was gonna put one of those

on! It was too much like a diaper, and no one but NO ONE was ever

gonna see him in a diaper or even a stupid Pull-Up. He was sixteen,

not some goddammed bedwetter baby!

"Oh Shit!" he said. thinking quickly. "I think I just heard my mom

drive up! You gotta get out the back window and sneak home. If she

finds you, she will tell your parents you were dirinking and that

you gave me a blowjob."

"Blowjob." The phrase hit her like a crashing building! Sobering her

up real quick! He had tricked her into sucking his dick! Gross! And

the worst part was she couldn’t tell ANYONE! Her parents would

disown her, the people at school and at church would call her a

cock-sucking whore!! Oh My God! What have I done?! She had to get

out of there before anyone found out! What if that sound really was

his mother? What if she walked in right now and found Lisa kneeling

next to her half-naked son?? What if Dennis found out? She was

probably the biggest slut in school now! Nobody could ever know.

Ever! If they did, her life would be over! She quickly clamped her

hand over her mouth to stop from vomitting.

Lisa grabbed her purse and ran to the window. Looking back at Ken

who was still lying down, she said, "I won’t tell anyone if you

don’t. We could both get in real trouble if anyone finds out." Then

quickly climbed out the window and snuck to the side gate. She

cleaned her face with a napkin and grabbed a piece of gum from her

purse, praying, "Oh please, God, If I get out of here without

getting caught I will do anything you want. Anything!" She checked

to make sure no one was coming and she noticed a car was coming down

the sreet! "Oh shit! I gotta get out of here!" So saying, she

quickly walked to the library, swaying only a ittle. She needed to

pick up some books or her mom and dad would know she hadn’t gone

there. She held it together all the way to the library and went

immediately into the girls bathroom and promptly threw up. It was

gonna be a long walk home.

Chapter 6 - Mothers Little Helper.

Randy’s mom, Michelle, turned onto her block and noticed a teenage

girl running away from her neighbor’s house, lookng a little ill.

’Hmm, I hope she is all right.’ thought Michelle as she pulled into

the driveway. Randy got out of the back seat, still talking

excitedly about the movie they had just seen.

"OK Randy, movie day was fun, but now it’s time to do your homework.

After you are finished, I have a surprise for you, though." She

smiled as her son grimaced at the thought of doing homework. She

knew her son would be just as happy, sitting around reading a book

and getting ’B’s in all his classes, rather than working for those

’A’s she expected of him. Making sure he felt good about his grades

was one of the things the urologist had suggested would keep his

self-confidence high.

She frowned as he got out. There must be some way to help him stay

dry she thought. If only... No! She swore she wouldn’t use it. He

will outgrow his problem. And, besides, she thought, how could she

possibly do that to someone else? Because it didn’t really help

people out, it could only do bad things.

Shaming someone like that and forcing such a problem on them was

unthinkable! She could never be so cruel as to make another person

suffer through that.

She should have destroyed The Catalog a long time ago. She would

throw it out tonight.

Only, she knew what would happen. Shortly thereafter, it would re-

appear as if she had put it back herself. It didn’t matter. Soon, he

would be dry at night and then no more ’Pull-Ups’. She got out of the

car and watched her son skip into the house.

Well, at least none of the neighbor kids knew. She went out of her way

to keep her son’s dignity intact. When the doctor had suggested adult-

diapers, she had flat-out refused. Even though they would leak less

and make her job easier, it would shame him to be put back into

diapers. Besides, the GoodNites seldom leaked and he semed to be

having less accidents now.

She would only buy the GoodNites at the Wal-Mart at the far end of

town, and only late at night, so that none of the neighbor children

would discover her son’s secret. If truth be told, she was more than

a little ashamed herself, and did not want any of her friends

finding out that her fourteen year-old son was a bedwetter. All the

pitying looks; all the advice; mothers saying she didn’t discipline

him enough... *sigh* Well, at least their secret was safe.

Randy raced upstairs to start his homework, so he could read the

newest Harry Potter book afterwards. He opened the door and

immediately noticed something strange. What was on his bed? Was it

the surprise his mom had mentioned? It looked like something wrapped

in tissue and a note. He walked closer to inspect it and froze... A

diaper! No! His mom would never...! Not a diaper!

Slowly, as if in a trance, he picked up the note and saw that it was

indeed from his mom. It was in her handwriting. His heart sunk and

his face flushed as he started to read.

"Dear Randy;

You know how much I love you and want to help you with your

’problem’. I have talked to all the other parents in the

neighborhood and they all feel that the best solution possible is to

put you back into diapers at night. Some of the other moms and dads

from your school tell me that is how they finally cured their

younger childrens’ bedwetting problem. I know this might be

embarrassing, so I want you to put on the diaper by yourself, rather

than me doing it for you. After you put it on, call me, so I can

check to see how it fits. I threw out all of your GoodNites and

replaced them with these new, extra-large, size 6 Pampers. I know

this will help you keep your bed dry. Diapers really are the best

solution, so be my big boy and put them on.

- Love, Mom"

Randy’s mind spun fast, but seemed to go nowhere. He reeled, and his

mind whirled... ’all the other parents... they all knew... diapers...

NO!!!.. best solution? put on the... rather than mom doing it for

me... threw out all the GoodNites... extra-large Pampers! NO!! He

imagined all the neighbor kids must now be laughing at him, after

their parents’ told his secret! He could never go to school again!

Those bullies like Ken and the others would tease him and beat him

up every day. The cheerleaders and even the other Honor Roll

students would call him ’baby’ or worse. The teachers might not

think he was ready for high school. They might make him go back to

grade school! How could his mom do this to him?!

He walked slowly to his closet, as if hypnotized. He hoped. He

prayed he wouldn’t find... He opened the door.

"Oh, no. No!" He cried. "Please, no! It’s not true. It’s a bad dream.

This can’t be happening to me! THEY ALL KNOW!! Oh my God! Please

make it not true!" There, in front of him, was a bag of size 6 extra-large

Pampers!! As Randy stood, mouth open, he did not notice his body’s

own involuntary reaction to the shock. A dark stain started

spreading from his crotch and slowly moved down his pants. He didn’t

even hear the sound of urine flowing. Something he hadn’t done since

he was five. He had wet his pants.

When he finally did notice, he broke.

"Wahh! Wahh! No! Please M.. Momm Nooo!" he cried.

Chapter 7 - A Dish Best Served Cold.

Michelle ran up the stairs quickly. Randy sounded hurt and scared.

She opened the door to a very unexpected scene. The first thing she

noticed was that Randy was all right, except... " Oh my God!

Randolph Lormann, did you just wet your pants?!" Looking into the

opened closet, she noticed a bag of... Pampers?!? "Where are your

Pull-Ups - I mean, GoodNites? And what are those diapers doing in

your closet?! They don’t belong there." She asked, sounding as

confused and upset as he was.

Randy looked up, startled and scared. He was holding the letter in

his hands and was trembling as he bawled, "Mom, No! Please don’t

make me wear the diapers! Please! I... I’ll never wet again,

please!! I promise. Don’t make me put on a d.. diaper!" Randy started

crying again. He wanted to stop crying, but he just couldn’t. He had

just peed his pants. His mom wanted him to wear diapers to bed.

Maybe even during the day, for wetting his pants! He didn’t want to

wear diapers. It wasn’t fair! He wasn’t a baby. He just couldn’t

hold it at night!

Michelle was completely thrown by his reaction and still very

confused about the diapers in the closet. Looking further, she

noticed that his right hand held one of the diapers and his left

hand still had the letter. Looking closer at it, the handwriting

looked familiar... "Give me those diapers. And that, too." She

indicated the letter. "Now, take off those wet pants." What the hell

was going on here? She wondered.

Randy thought she was going to diaper him right now! "Please mom,

no! I SWEAR it will never happen again. Please!? I’m too old to wear

diapers!" he cried even louder than before.

Michelle looked more closely at him. He was trembling in fear. Her

voice softened. "Of course you are. Randy honey, you need to take

those wet pants off and clean up." Her voice picked up, "I don’t

know what is going on here, but I promise I am not going to put you

back in diapers." She indicated that he take off his pants, then

turned away quickly to read the note. ’My God! This looks almost

exactly like my handwriting. What the..’ Suddenly, she thought she

knew what must have happened. Someone had found out about Randy’s

secret. ’They must have seen me buying his Pull-Ups’, she thought.

(In her mind they were Pull-ups, but she made sure to call them

’GoodNites’ in front of Randy or his ’special underwear’ and

sometimes, simply his ’night pants’.) One of his neighbors; probably

a classmate, knew. My poor boy! She had tried so hard to save him

this shame and humiliation! If she found out who did this she

would... would...

Oh! But first, she must deal with her son’s immediate problem.

"Randy, listen to me. I did not write this note. Someone else wrote

it. I would NEVER, NEVER make you wear a diaper. I would NEVER tell

the neighbors about your bedwetting. Never!!" She repeated more

forcefully.

Randy looked up, his soaking pants and underwear on the floor. "But

you wrote that letter and left the dia.."

She cut him off. "I did NOT write that letter. It is a forgery! Nor

did I buy those diapers. Someone must have found out about your

secret and this is their sick idea of a joke!" The more she thought

about it, the angrier she became. She fumed. "If I ever find out who

did this, I will make sure their parents punish them severely! Now

wash up and put some dry pants on. I don’t wish to discuss this

anymore. You will NOT be wearing diapers to bed! I will fix your

dinner and go to the store and buy you some more Pull-... ’special

underwear’." She picked up the bag of Pampers, folded up the letter

and left him to change.

Michelle crossed the hall to her room and shoved the diapers and

letter into her closet, where Randy would not have to see them. She

then reached into the back of the closet and found the plain

black-and-white catalog, simply marked ’Vengeance, Inc.’

She stared at the cover as she remembered the last time she had used

it. The first and last, she had sworn.

When her husband, Tom, had cheated on her, she had felt so helpless

and hurt. A mysterious plain white catalog, this very one, had

showed up in the mail. Addressed to her. She thought it was a joke

from one of her co-workers, or a scam. But the hurt Tom had given

her, had been enough for her to try it. Even if it didn’t work, she

might feel better, and maybe get the courage to leave him, she had

thought.

But it HAD worked. If she had believed it really would , she might not

have been so harsh, but really it was just a fantasy-revenge... She had

even visited him in the hospital a couple of times, after she found out

that the company, Vengeance, Incorporated, would not reverse what

had been done. She had thrown out the catalog on several occasions,

but it kept showing up in it’s original hiding place. She had tried

burning it once, out of guilt. It simply wouldn’t ignite. Even when

she poured charcoal lighter-fluid on it. Finally, she just put it

back and swore she would never ever use it again... This time she

would be careful in what she asked for. Just enough to punish

whoever did this to her son. A punishment to fit the crime. She

opened the seemingly small, but inexplicably large book and began to

search. She flipped rapidly through the pages, stopping occasionally

to read the titles. ’Ahh. This will get the little bastard!’ She

read the entry:

Item # 361463-A "The shoe is on the other foot now"

Price: $28.75*

Description: A fitting revenge. Give your tormentor your problem and

see how they like it.

*Curse doubler. Double their problem for an additional $8.95

Quickly, before she lost her nerve, she dialed the number and

listened to it ring once and then heard, "Hello Michelle, welcome

back to Vengeance, Inc. Our records show you haven’t called us in

some time. How may we help you today?"

"Huh? I mean, you know who I am?" was Michelle’s disconcerted reply.

The voice (a woman by the sound of it) said, "Yes ma’am. I have your

records right here. What purchase would you like to make today?"

Michelle thought fast. "I have some questions first. I really don’t

want anyone hurt or.."

"If you are not serious, please don’t call us, Mrs. Lormann. We

already have your earlier complaints on record and if you don’t want

to use our service, perhaps you should just.."

"No, no! Please! I want to order something, I just want to know who

did this to my son, first."

"Vengeance, Inc. is not a Private Investigator’s service, ma’am.

Would you like to place an order?"

"Yes, but I don’t know who..."

"Leave that to us ma’am. I see here that your son is a bedwetter.

And it looks like someone is teasing him. Is that what you are

calling for?"

Michelle, amazed that they knew so much already, stammered, "Y-yes,

but..."

"What, exactly, would you like V.I. to do for you today? Public

humiliation of the miscreant, enforced public diapers, acting like a

baby for life..."

Michelle was startled. "No, no! Nothing so harsh. What I want is

um... item #361463-A, ’The shoe is on the other foot now’. I just

want the person who put those diapers in my son’s closet to know

what it is like to wet the bed and need to sleep on a plastic sheet,

wear Pull-Ups and look at their bedwetting calendar every day! I

want them to know how embarrassing it is to wake up wet, knowing

they can’t do anything to stop it."

The voice asked, "Would you be interested in ’the doubler’? It’s

only $8.95 more, you know."

Michelle inhaled deeply, remembering Tom. "Uh, I don’t think so. I

just want them to know what this problem has done to my son. Once

they know the pain and embarrassment of this problem, they will

leave my son alone."

The woman on the other end replied, "Are you sure that’s all? For an

additional fee we could make him TOTALLY incontinent and wear

diapers instead of just Pull-Ups. How about pants-pooping? We could

make him act like a baby in public, suck on a pacifier and drink

from a bottle..."

Michelle knew she couldn’t do anything like that. She knew what was

done to her son was unjust, but the punishment should fit the crime.

"No!! I mean, no, thank you. I’m sure this person will stop this

cruelty once they knows what it feels like."

The operator sighed. "Very well. Item#361463-A: Transferrance of

bedwetting and the wearing of Pull-Ups to bully. Including plastic

sheet and bedwetting calendar. The money will be deducted from your

account, though I really doubt that this will stop the bullying.

Most bullies are thick-headed and don’t know when to stop. But, hey!

It’s your money. You can always call back for upgrades you know.

Right now we are having a ’buy three, get one of equal or lesser

value free’ sale. Now, please get the letter from your closet and

hold it up to the phone."

"How did you... ?" She started, but just as quickly stopped. How

they knew, how it worked; they probably wouldn’t tell her and she

probably didn’t want to know. She walked to the closet, picked up

the note and held it to the mouthpiece. The note disappeared from

her hands in a flash. She jumped.

"Thank you for dong business with V.I. We look forward to doing

business with you again." The phone went dead.

*Knock knock* She whipped around guiltily and called through the

closed door, "Just a minute!" and hastily shoved the catalog back

into the closet and closed it.

Randy called through the door. "Mom, I um... cleaned up and changed.

Who were you talking to just now?"

She stammered, "umm, It was a... umm... salesman. A car salesman. He

was askng if I needed a new car." She finished lamely, opening up

her door. "Come on. I made your favorite for dinner. Spaghetti-Os."

Michelle headed down the stairs feeling that she had solved the

problem.

At least it won’t be as bad as what happened to Tom, she thought. As

much as Tom had hurt her, no one deserved that. Maybe she had gone

too far. asking for the miscreant to wear Pull-Ups and have the

bedwetting calendar as well. Maybe she should have... No! This

person had humiliated her son! This would teach them the lesson they

needed. It was over. She would never use the catalog again. Just

this once, she rationalized, just to stop the teasing.

Chapter 8 - Good Night Sweet Prince. Pleasant Dreams.

Ken was ecstatic! His first blowjob! Man, that was easy! Just

thinking of his dick going in and out of Lisa’s warm, wet mouth got

him hard again! He looked at the picture of her on the camera’s LCD

screen and grinned. While you couldn’t tell who it was she was

sucking on, you could see enough of her face to pretty much

recognize her immediately. Man, she really thought I would put this

on, he mused, while putting the GoodNite back into the package, then

stuffing the package underneath his table. He would have to get rid

of it in the morning. No problem. Trash pick-up was in two days. He

would just throw it in the trash on the way to school. Lisa sure was

a stupid cunt. He knew she wouldn’t tell. Hell, he could probably

get another one, if he threatened to tell anyone about it. Not that

he would. Well, maybe some of the guys he knew that Dennis didn’t

hang out with. Now to check the tape recorder and hear what

happened. ’I just wish I could have video-taped it! Then I could put

it on the school computers or even the Internet!’

Ken’s mom was always suspicious of him, so he knew he would have to

play it cool. He crept out to the backyard while his mom was

cooking, had a smoke, then grabbed the machines and quietly returned

the Karaoke machine to the closet and brought the tape-recorder

upstairs. He rewound the tape and pressed play. As he listened, his

face broke into an evil grin. He would OWN Randy after this! No more

homework. Help on tests. Lunch money. The works! His mom even said

his full name, so anyone listening would know EXACTLY who wet the

bed. And if he edited the tape a little at the school’s AV room

tomorrow he would have one kickass piece of blackmail!

Ken went to down to dinner a very happy guy.

Linda Haskins worked hard to support herself and her son, Ken, but

she worried about him constantly. ’Where did I do wrong?’ she

thought as she watched him wolf down his meal without so much as a

"Thank you" or "Hi mom. How was your day?". If he didn’t straighten

up soon, he would end up in a lot of trouble. She sighed. She had

tried talking to him several times, but he just shut her out.

Ken looked up from his plate. "What the hell is this, anyways?

Goulash?"

"Watch your mouth, young man! I will not tolerate this kind of

rudeness from you. If you don’t watch it, I’m calling your father."

It was an empty threat, though, and she knew it. Her ex-husband,

Stephen, would only make things worse. The worthless jerk.

Ken looked at her, grinned and said, "Whatever, mom. I didn’t do

anything. Jeez!"

"Don’t you dare talk to me like that!" She nearly shouted. "Just for

that, no TV and stay in your room for the rest of the night!"

Ken would have fought her on it, but he was tired and he wanted to

check out those pictures again(especially of Lisas performance) and

listen to that tape a few more times before he went to bed, anyway.

And there was nothing on TV tonight. The baseball game was over, not

that he usually watched that crap. But why make it easy on her?

"Fine. You’re always punishing me for things I don’t even do! What

do I care!" and he shoved his plate away (He had just finshed). He

stomped off to his bedroom and slammed the door. Then he locked it,

just to be sure. Ken listened to the tape again and again. He

pictured the scene in his head as he listened. Christ! The little

pansy had pissed his goddamn pants! Oh man, if only his mom had put

him in that diaper. Dennis would die laughing when he heard this. Oh

yeah, tomorrow was going to be great! He jerked off, thinking

about the blowjob whle looking at the picture of Lisa sucking his

cock. With her face screwed up like that, it kind of looked like she

was enjoying it. He imagined her going down on him as she moaned in

ecstasy. ’Hey, that’s funny! The Moaning Lisa!’ Shortly thereafter,

he came again, this time spurting his juice all over the carpet.

After he caught his breath, he realized he had to piss. Bad. Well,

he didn’t want to talk to his mom right now, not the way she was

acting. He got out of bed and listened at the door. Damn! She was

cleaning her room, right across from his. He looked around the room

and spotted the GoodNites. Hell, he could just hold one open and

piss in it. No one would know. It was meant to hold piss after all.

Ken pulled one of the garments open and stuck his dick inside and

let go. Aaah. Much better. Soon it looked like the Pull-Up was full,

so he stoppped peeing and grabbed a second one and finished peeing

in it. All that alcohol and the coke he had at dinner really made

him piss a lot. He threw the wet ones back in the package on the

floor. He was sure Little Randy would be wearing one tonight and

pissing in it like a baby. He just pissed in one because he didn’t

want to deal with his mom. Not because he couldn’t hold it or

anything. Besides, he wasn’t wearing them. He wasn’t sleeping in his

own piss, like little baby Randy would be.

Ken opened up his window and had his last cigarette of the day.

Normally, he would have snuck outside to smoke, but he didn’t want

to deal with his mom right now. She found out about his smoking

after he was caught stealing cigarettes a while back and he had to

spend the night in juvie. He remembered the warning the Judge had

given him: Get caught either stealing or smoking again, and he would

spend a full month in the Juvenile detention center. His mom had

added that if she caught him smoking or stealing from her she would

turn him in! His own mom for Fuck’s sake! Well, she hadn’t caught

him yet and he wasn’t about to let her start now. He chucked the

still-burning butt into his other neighbor’s yard and fanned the

last of the smoke out of his room, shutting the window partway. He

then set his alarm and got undressed. He glanced one last time at

the package of GoodNites and smiled. He thought about getting the

cassette back out to listen one more time, but before he could pull

back the covers and get up, everything went dark.

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It was lunchtime before Ken saw Randy. ’Now’s My chance.’ He

thought. He sauntered up to Randy and said in a mocking, childlike

voice, "How’s my little baby Randy? Did mommy put hims back in

Pampers? Or is hims a BIG BOY now, wearing Pull-Ups?" And then in a

high, mocking screech, ’No! No, Mommy! Don’t make me wear diapers!

Please!’" Ha Ha HAHAHA!

Only something wasn’t right. Randy wasn’t crying or shushing him so

the other kids wouldn’t find out. In fact, he was smiling! Then

Randy pulled out a bag of Pull-Ups (Had his mom bought him more

already?) from behind his back and laughed." Oh I don’t think I will

be needing these anymore. But I think YOU will!"

The other kids noticed and began laughing and pointing at the

GoodNites package and then pointing at Ken! They were whispering and

pointing at HIM! He looked down and saw a dark stain growing on his

pants! "No! Not me! I’m not a bedwetter! I’m not a pants-pisser! He

is! Him. Not me!" He yelled, pointing at Randy. The whole scene

drifted off to the sound of raucous laughter.

As Ken slept on, a dark stain slowly spread across his blankets and

bedding. Kenneth Haskins, the toughest kid in the tenth grade, had

just wet the bed.

Chapter 9 - Awakenings.

Linda’s radio alarm clock went off promptly at five AM. The sounds

of Barry Mannilow filled her room. She had set it early so that she

could go into the office and check on a few things before her

psychologist appointment at ten-thirty. She had been talking to him

about her son and it had been helping immensely. The doctor had

suggested having Ken come in for private sessions. She knew Ken

wouldn’t do it though. ’Still,’ she thought, ’if only he would..’

Since there were no big problems at the office, she had scheduled

the rest of the day off. She would go home, watch the soaps, and do

laundry before Ken came home.

She left him breakfast, a bag lunch and a note telling him she would

be home early and to leave his laundry in the hallway. As she opened

the door to leave, the note slipped off the table and fell to the

floor, seemingly of it’s own accord.

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Randy woke and swiftly got out of bed. Sometimes, if he slept in,

his mom would come in and remove his GoodNites for him, checking

them for wetness. She had caught him lying a few times, telling her

he was dry, so she insisted on checking every now and then. He

removed the hated undergarment and was glad to see that it was dry

this morning. He quickly threw it in the trash and put a blue circle

on his calendar. He wished mom would let him take that down, at

least.

She wouldn’t though. She said they could watch his progress and he

would feel better about himself when he saw the ’dry’ nights become

more and more frequent. When he went 5 days without an accident, he

could go to bed without having to wear one of his GoodNites. And

when he had 10 dry nights in a row, he could remove the plastic

sheet and take the calendar down for good. It’s no use, he thought.

I’ll never be dry for ten days. Heck, he had never even been dry

THREE days, let alone the five he needed to get rid of those stupid

GoodNites. He sighed as he got dressed. He stopped in the bathroom,

glad it was the toilet he was peeing into and not his "special

underwear’ as his mom sometimes called them. He washed up and headed

down to breakfast, feeling that he would always be a bedwetter.

His mother was setting the breakfast table as he walked in. "Good

morning, sleepyhead. I was just going upstairs to wake you." Seeing

his depressed look, she assumed he had wet again. "How did you sleep

last night? Did you... ? you know?" She asked, glancing at his

midsection.

Randy, who was wondering if he would still be wearing GoodNites when

he went to college, looked up, startled. "N..No I was dry, mom. I

swear!", he said with

a pleading note in his voice for her to drop the subject.

Michelle wasn’t sure she believed him, but didn’t press the subject.

She would check his garbage pail after he went to school. She

remembered how embarrassed SHE was during the conversation with the

regular night clerk, when she had picked up the GoodNites at

Wal-Mart last night. The clerk had recognized her and wondered that

she bought so many ’Pull-Ups’. "Didn’t you buy some last week? Does

your child use these for daytime ’accidents’ as well. If so, you

should consider diapers. They make them in larger sizes for older

kids. Like Depends. They’re on aisle twelve. And they are easier to

change, as well."

The nerve of that clerk! She would have complained to the manager,

but she did not want to bring attention to her purchase or her son’s

problem. She had merely told the clerk to mind her own business and

left it at that.

She returned to the conversation. "OK then, you’d better get to

school now. Your lunch is on the counter. I’ve got some errands to

run after work. So I will be coming home late today. There’s a snack

in the fridge for after school."

"Thanks, mom. See you later." Randy said glumly, as he grabbed his

lunch, then shuffled out the door. He dragged his feet, for the

first time not wanting to go to school. Someone at school knew his

secret. It couldn’t be that bully, Ken. He said he would start a

rumor that he wet the bed. Randy shuddered. Even though Ken didn’t

know, he could still tell people and they would believe him. Great.

Now he had two people to worry about. And he didn’t even know who

the other one was. It wasn’t fair! He couldn’t help it that he still

wet the bed. Why was someone picking on him? Sometimes he wished he

could use magic like Harry Potter and then he’d get even with them.

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**Buzzzzzzz** Dennis awoke and smiled, remembering the beating the

A’s had given the Giants last night: 7-1! Then going back over the

day he grinned again, thinking about what they did to that Randy

kid. He knew it was a pretty fucked up thing to do to someone, but

Ken had a way of getting him to do things he normally didn’t

consider fun. Like yesterday. Or the time they ’outed’ that homo

teacher and got him fired. He especially enjoyed that one, since he

was

pretty sure the teacher was going to fail him anyway.

He hated fags. Those perverts made him sick! Sucking each other off

and even taking it up the ass! Once, some old dude had tried to hit

on him at a park and Dennis had freaked out and punched him. The old

guy had threatened to call the cops, but he didn’t. The cops

would’ve probably arretsed him instead!

Dennis got dressed and ate breakfast with his parents and younger

brother Eddie. His mom and dad were arguing about this guy his dad

worked with. His dad thought the guy was a queer and wanted him

fired. His mom was saying that as long as his co-worker kept his

’sickness’ to himself and didn’t do anything ’funny’ at work he

should just be ignored. Then Eddie chimed in, "Daddy works with

homos! Daddy works with homos!" At which point both his parents

started yelling at him. Mom told him not to talk that way in front

of other people or they would call him a bigot. Dad mostly seemed to

be mad at being referred to in the same sentence as homosexuals.

Dennis got up, saying, "Whatever. Just don’t bring that guy around

me. I can’t stand perverts. Well, I got to get to school now. Eddie,

you want a ride or are you gonna walk?" He asked, looking at his

younger brother.

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Lisa had forgotten to set her alarm last night and woke up to "Lisa

Ann Dupree, get your butt out of bed, RIGHT NOW!", rather than the

light rock station her alarm was set to play. Ooooh! Her head was

pounding, her stomach was sour and she felt more than a little ill.

More so, as she remembered what had happened the day before. First

she had... ugh! Even thinking about it made her sick! Not only had

she done the most disgusting thing she could imagine, it hadn’t even

been with someone she loved and intended to marry. What had she been

thinking? Then she had thrown up at the Library and by the time she

had cleaned up the mess, the checkout counter was closed, and she

had to go home without a library book. Her parents accused her of

going to a boy’s house instead of the library. She told them she was

sick and forgot to bring the books home, after which she threw up

again. They quickly relented and, mercifully, sent her to bed. She

looked up at the clock and gasped. She was way late! She would have

to skip breakfast to make it to the bus on time. Not that she wanted

to eat anyway! ’Oh Lord, thank you for not letting my parents find

out. If no one finds out, I swear I will never drink beer again!’

Lisa got dressed quickly and set off to school, calling to her mom

in the nursery, "Mom, I’m late. I must have overslept. I will get

something to eat at school. Gotta go. Bye!"

Her mother said, "I hope you feel better today, dear. Oh, and by the

way, have you seen the diapers I bought for Nicky yesterday? I’m

sure I brought them in the house, but I can’t find them anywhere. If

I didn’t know any better I’d say that we were robbed!"

Lisa, walking quickly through the living room, shot back, "I don’t

know mom. I haven’t seen them." and dashed out the door before her

mom could question her further about her ’illness’ or the missing

diapers.

Lisa walked to the bus stop as quickly as she could. ’Great! Her mom

had already noticed they were missing! If she looked for the beer

and couldn’t find that too...

What could she do? She couldn’t buy beer to replace the missing six

pack. Even if she HAD the money. Which she didn’t. Damn!

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*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...* The alarm went off in Ken’s room, bringing

him back to conciousness for another day. He grogglily sat up, and

stopped. "What the hell?" He felt cold, clammy and wet from his

chest to his knees. No way! There is no way this is happening! His

bed was soaked! This must be a prank. Yeah that was it. Dennis

probably snuck back during the night and poured water in his bed,

except... it smelled like piss!

If that bastard put piss in my bed, I’m gonna kill him! Oh shit! It

was Wednesday. Mom does laundry Wednesdays after work. Oh man, if

she sees this she’ll think I pissed the bed! He stripped the sheets

off the bed and dried the mattress with a towel from his laundry

basket. He paused and looked more closely at the mattress. It looked

like there were several urine stains on the mattress. As if he had

wet the bed more than once! Nah. Some of it must have dried while I

slept. He put the blanket back on the bed to cover the stain. There.

’Now I gotta cut school and take care of this shit.’ Why the hell

would Dennis do this to him?

Wait a minute! Maybe it wasn’t Dennis. Maybe Randy figured out that

he, Ken, had written the note and left the diapers! That must be it.

A neighbor must have seen him going back to take down the microphone

and called the Lormanns. I’ll get that little bastard! Did he think

this was funny?! He grabbed some clean clothes for school and went

to take a long shower. ’Christ! I smell like one of those homelss

guys!’ As he showered, he only had one thing on his mind:

That little bedwetter is gonna get it! Entering the kitchen after

getting dressed, Ken sees his mom had left some eggs and toast on

the table. He looked down and saw a scrap of paper on the floor as

he was eating. He ignored it, figuring his mom would pick it up when

she got home. He ate the eggs and toast quickly and looking out the

window, noticed his mom’s car was gone. ’Good. She won’t be home

’til five. Plenty of time. He went back to his bedroom, grabbed the

GoodNites and the wet sheets and took them downstairs. Making sure

no one was looking, he tossed them into the trash can and replaced

the lid. By the time he got to school, he knew what he was going to

do.

Chapter 10 - Hard Lessons.

Ken spent most of the morning avoiding classes and looking for

Randy. He ran into Lisa after second period, but she pretended not

to see him. So he crept up behind her as she was walking to her next

class and smirked, "Hey! What’s the matter? Don’t you recognize me

with my pants on? HA HA!"

She whirled around to retort, but the bell rang just at that moment.

She gave him the finger, then walked into her classroom.

’Oh well, she probably doesn’t speak well without a cock in her

mouth.’ He grinned.

Durnig third period, the A/V room was unused and was the perfect

place to copy and edit the tape. He spent the next forty minutes

playing and copying bits of tape and then re-arranging phrases on

the school’s equipment. When he was finished he had three tapes. The

original, the "masterpiece", and the teaser. The teaser was the one

he had plans for now. He got rid of all the evidence and got out ten

minutes before the bell would ring. Now for step two.

Ken went out to the main hall and waited untill no one was looking.

Then he pulled the fire alarm and ran to hide in the boys’ bathroom.

Soon, the halls were emptying into the courtyard, and when the last

sounds of students and teachers died away, he dashed into the

office. Moving quickly, he took the ’teaser’ tape and put it into

the PA system tape player and threw the regular daily announcement

tape into the trash. He returned to his hiding place in the

bathroom, and waited for the all-clear sound. The all-clear signal

came, immediately followed by the the bell indicating the end of

third period classes. Excellent. Ken knew Randy’s next class was

somewhere nearby. He would catch him before class and find out how

Randy had gotten him back. Then he would beat the crap out of him!

No way some punk kid bedwetter was going to one-up him! That, and

the tape would make things even between them.

The all-clear bell sounded and the other students returned to class.

Ken waited for Randy to pass by, but when he did walkby, he was with

a teacher. They were talking about some math thing. The suck-up!

Shit, he thought. I will have to get him some other way. Well, at

least he’ll know I’m not screwing around when he hears todays

"official announcements".

’Maybe I should have put the longer tape in. Nah. It’ll be more fun

torturing the little bastard. I’ll stick to the plan for now.’ Ken

went to his next class just to hear the ’message’ and see the

reactions of his classmates. ’Too bad I’m not in Randy’s class,

though. I wish I could see HIS face when he recognizes the voices!’

He’ll probably wet his pants agin, right there in class!’ He

snickered.

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Fourth period for Randy was always exciting. He just loved geometry

and the beautiful way that everything was structured. He always

helped out the other students, most of them older than himself, and

that made him feel good too. The class was almost over, and it was

nearly time for lunch when the PA crackled to life with the daily

announcements. "Oh no! *BLEEP BLEEEEEP*, did you wet your pants?!"

*pause* "Where are your Pull-Ups, I mean, GoodNites? And what are

those diapers doing in your closet?! They don’t belong there."

*pause* "Mom, No! Please don’t make me wear the diapers! Please!

I... I’ll never wet again, please!! I promise. Don’t make me put on

a d.. diaper!" Everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing

and all of them were looking at the PA speaker and then at each

other. The students began laughing uproariously. Mrs. Ferghus, the

math teacher, looked stunned and shocked. "What the hell?..."

Randy sat stunned, open-mouthed and scared, several thoughts whirled

through his mind. Someone had recorded what happened when he found

the diapers and note! How? Why would anyone do this to him? Who

could be that cruel? Whoever did it had edited out his name, at

least. No one knew it was him. Thank God!

Randy realized that the other kids would realize it was him if he

didn’t laugh, too. Quickly he schooled his face into the same

mocking appearance as those around him and forced a laugh. He knew

he couldn’t pretend much longer, though. He had to get out of there

fast! Get to the library and think!

Thankfully, the bell rang scant seconds later. For the first time

since coming to high school, Randy Lormann was the first student out

the door.

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Shop was the only class, besides gym, that Ken really enjoyed. And

today, he knew, would be especially good. Usually the time flew by,

but today it dragged on and on untill..." Oh no! BLEEP BLEEEEEP, did

you wet your pants?!" *pause* "where are your Pull-Ups, I mean,

GoodNites? And what are those diapers doing in your closet?! They

don’t belong there." *pause* "Mom, No! Please don’t make me wear the

diapers! Please! I... I’ll never wet again, please!! I promise.

Don’t make me put on a d.. diaper!" (Ken had edited out Randy’s

name, just to keep everyone guessing and wondering who it might be.

Plus, you couldn’t blackmail someone into doing your homework if

everybody already knew the secret.)

Even the shop teacher was laughing! "OK, OK", he snorted.

"Enough of that. Some prankster, no doubt. Turn in your projects and

get ready for lunch." Ken laughed harder and longer than anyone

else. What’s more, he could hear the girls next door, in Home

Economics, screaming hysterically with laughter as well. ’It almost

makes up for what that little shit did to me. Almost.’ Ken thought,

as he turned in his wooden picture frame. He went off in search of

Dennis, to see what he thought of the whole thing.

Meanwhile, the office staff were trying to figure out what the heck

had just happened. The principal was furious. "I want a full

investigation, Miss Phelps." He said to his secretary. "If I find

out who did this, I will suspend them for a week! Meanwhile, try and

find out if the child on that tape is a student of ours."

"How, Mr. Jensen? What do you want me to do? Start asking students

if they wear GoodNites? Ask them if their mom put them back into

diapers?(for that was how the tape sounded to them. As if the

child’s mother was going to diaper him) I’m sure no one would admit

to that. And frankly, I would be too embarrassed to ask them."

"Find a way to discover this child’s identity. I don’t care how!

Just do it." He glared at the staff. "And one more thing. Lock the

office next time we have a fire alarm. I’m sure that’s when the tape

was switched."

All over school, people were talking about the mysterious ’diaper

boy’. No one quite recognized the voice, owing to the poor tape

quality as well as the PA distortion.

No one was even sure if he went to this school. Speculation,

laughter and whispers continued throughout lunch. Ken walked through

the cafeteria, taking it all in. He just couldn’t stop smiling. He

didn’t see Randy anywhere. Not surprised, he found his way to

Dennis’s regular table. Dennis was already there. So was Lisa. She

was whispering in his ear, a worried look on her face. Ken moved in

and said, "Why don’t we talk about this somewhere more private."

Dennis and Lisa got up and followed him outside.

"Was that Lil’ Randy-wandy and his mommy? HAHA How’d you get that on

tape man?" Dennis asked.

Lisa said, "I think you’ve teased him enough. That was just cruel.

This has got to stop!" Lisa was fuming. This had gone too far!

Nobody deserved to be treated like that. She wished she hadn’t gone

along with them in their stupid ’joke’. She also wished she could

get those diapers back. Her mom was sure they had been brought home

and would tear apart the entire house trying to find them.

Ken grinned, "Or what, Lisa? You gonna snitch on me? Are you gonna

say ’I helped Ken and Dennis put those diapers in Randy’s room and

then went out drinking beer with them after’? Don’t forget, you were

there too. What would your parents say if they found out?" At the

mention of his name, Dennis looked over at Lisa in dismay.

While Dennis looked over at Lisa, Ken used his hand and mouth to

imitate a blowjob behind Dennis’s back, reminding her that she had

other secrets to hide as well.

Lisa paled. She would be in trouble on several accounts! That very

disgusting act *shudder*, drinking alcohol, and deeply humiliating

another boy. She knew she could not tell without getting into more

trouble than Ken would. Her parents were much more strict. Her

punishment for any one of those things was enough to make her wince.

"OK, OK! I swear I won’t tell. Just leave him alone, All right? He’s

been through enough. Thank God you edited out his name."

"Yeah well, that was for insurance. If he tries to get me back, I

will play the whole tape. Thre’s some great stuff on there that you

haven’t even heard yet!

"Look, since you’re so interested in keeping the little bedwetter’s

secret, then warn him what will happen if he tries to get back at

us."

Lisa retorted, "No way! I told you, leave him alone. And don’t say

’us’. I am not getting involved in this anymore."

Ken shrugged. "Whatever. I gotta take care of some business. I’ll

see you later. He turned as if to leave, then turned back. "Dennis,

could I get your help with something?" Seeing the look of mistrust

on Lisa’s face he added, "It’s about something else OK? Relax."

Dennis followed Ken a short distance and muttered, so as not to be

overheheard by Lisa, "Dude. What’s up?"

Ken looked at Lisa and moved so that Dennis stood between them. He

reached into his pocket and pulled out copies of the pictures they

had taken inside Randy’s room. "I thought you might like these. I

printed them up this morning. Don’t look at them here!" He hastily

added, seeing Dennis glance down at them. "Check ’em out when the

old ball-and-chain isn’t around. You’ll get a good laugh out of it."

Dennis put the pictures in his pocket and said, "Thanks man. Talk to

ya later." and walked back to his fuming girlfriend.

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Randy sat in the library, face hidden behind a book and thought.

Who? Who?! He was a favorite of the bullys in school, he knew. But

they usually just beat him up and took his money. Or threw his books

in the trash and stuffed him in his locker. Everyone knew that

bullies were stupid. specially Ken, his neighbor. He was way too

stupid to do this, though. He had said he would start a rumor that

he still wet the bed. That meant he didn’t know for sure. Maybe he

found out somehow? No way. Ken would have just beat him up after

telling everyone in school. Well, one thing was sure, he wasn’t

going to tell ANYONE about this. If someone at school found out it

was him, he would just die! He couldn’t even tell his mom, because

then she would come down to the

school and complain, and then everyone would know it was him on that

tape!

Just then, some older girls entered the library, still talking about

the taped recording. One of them, a cheerleader, giggled. "Wouldn’t

it be funny if the ’diaper boy’ actually went to this school? Can

you imagine still wetting your bed and pants in high-school? I mean

he must be retarded or something." The others giggled loudly in

response. Randy’s face burned bright red as he sunk lower into his

chair to hide himself behind his book. Tears of shame welled up in

his eyes and he quickly wiped them on his sleeve. He would find out

who did this and he would get them somehow!

The librarian, a stern woman in her late fifties, glared at the

girls and silently pointed to the door. The girls giggled again as

they left the library, still talking about the earlier incident.

Randy got up and quietly left the library. He steeled himself for a

very long afternoon.

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During the last class of the day, Ken decides it is time for the

next step: Get back at that little homo pissboy! He still wasn’t

sure how Randy had gotten in and pissed in his bed, or worse, gotten

him to piss his own bed. But he knew how to get even. Grabbing a

straw and some napkins, he began to shoot spitballs at the teacher

in rapid succession. He needed to get out of class early. Too bad he

would miss his appointment with the principal, he grinned.

Ken walked to the bathroom near the cafeteria. Inside, he went

into the stall and pulled out a condom. He slowly rolled it onto his

penis and then tried to piss. Even though he really had to go, it

was hard getting started. Eventually, the need to go outweighed his

bodies reluctance to piss anywhere but into a toilet. The condom

which was only seated halfway down the base of his flaccid member,

filled and began to swell with urine. He grinned, thinking of Randy

trying to explain this to anyone. Slowly he rolled the condom off

and tied the end. A perfect water balloon. Classes wouldn’t end for

a while, so now was a good time for a smoke break, he thought. And

then...

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During the cover of a safety film his class was watching, Dennis

pulled out the pictures and grinned. He would never have done

anything like this himself, but it was still pretty damn funny. He

slipped the pictures back in his pocket and waited for the end of

class. He knew Lisa wouldn’t want to see them and she was

meeting him right after the last bell.

To Be Continued...

 

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