Buying Diapers

Chapter 3
Buying Diapers 14.5-18

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Chapter Description: A school meeting is called to deal with 'the incident'. The bullies are trying to cope with their new problems

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Buying Diapers 14.5 - 18

Same disclaimer. This is adult material. It is not for Kids! It

contains scenes of perversion and filth! It is intended for

entertainment use only. If you don’t like that sort of thing, you

should stop reading now! For the intended audience: I hope you

enjoy!

Buying Diapers

Chapter 14.5 - Early to bed, Early to Rise

"Now put some pants on and finish your homework! I am going to start

dinner, and I expect your homework to be done by the time we eat."

Linda said, looking at her son.

"What!? What about THIS?!" Ken yelled, indicating the GoodNite he

was still wearing. "I am NOT keeping these on all day!" He turned

away from his mother and slid the undergament down to his ankles and

began stepping out ot them. He winced at the soft rustlling sound

they made as he pulled them off. Damn! She really is going to make

me wear these to bed! But, there is no way I am going to wear them

during the day, at least. I don’t even need them at night! It was

all Randy’s doing! He would really get that bastard back for this!

"Stop right there, young man! You will put that back on, right now.

It will help remind you to use the bathroom before bed tonight. And

maybe it will help you with your attitude, as well! Now PUT THAT

Pull-up BACK ON! And you better keep them on!" She shouted when he

hesitated.

Ken stopped. Then he slowly slipped his feet back in the leg holes

and started pulling up the childish underwear, all the while willing

himself to stop. But his mom had said he had to wear them to help

with his problem.

It wasn’t fair! He never wet his pants or anything! Why was she doing

this to him! "But, Mom," he said with a pleading note in his voice,

"It’s only 4:30! I don’t need to wear them untill I go to bed! And I

don’t do that ’till after 10:30!" He wished he didn’t sound like a

little kid, asking permission to wear his regular underwear. Damn

it! What the hell is going on here? He pulled them all the way up

and tried to cover his GoodNite with his hands, to save himself the

indignity of being in front of his mom in just a GoodNite.

Linda replied in a stern voice. "I know what time it is! You will

wear them down to dinner tonight. You can put pants on over them or

not. That is your choice, but you will wear them as a reminder to

use the bathroom before bed tonight. And you are certainly not

staying up that late anymore! Tonight, your bedtime is right after

we eat! You need the extra rest to help your body get up at night

and pee in the toilet, if necessary." She wasn’t trying to embarrass

her son any more than he already was. She just had to drive the

point home. Sixteen year-olds DO NOT wet the bed!

Ken hung his head in defeat. He didn’t know why but he just couldn’t

fight her on this. As much as he wanted to, as much as he normally

would; he just couldn’t! The urge to hit was so strong he smacked

his hands against his thighs in frustration. He pulled his pants

back on as quickly as he could. At least the stupid thing wasn’t

visible, that way!

She watched him with her arms folded as he zipped up. Satisfied that

she had things under control and was well on her way to fixing this

problem, she added, "Now get your homework done. Dinner is in 45

minutes." She left, closing the door behind her. She knew she would

have to check and make sure they were still on when she called him

to the table. Ken had always been very willful. Even more so, after

his father had left.

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Ken watched his mother leave with relief. Now he could take off this

stupid thing! He listened at the door and could hear his mom in the

kitchen preparing dinner. He swiftly removed his pants and put his

thumbs into the stretchy waist-band and stopped again. ’Come on!’ He

willed himself to move. ’Just pull them off! It’s easy!’ Yet still

he didn’t. He couldn’t understand why he was standing in his room

wearing bedwetter pants and a t-shirt. He was sixteen, for Christ

sake! He glumly realized that he just couldn’t do it. His mom had

told him to keep them on and for some dumb reason, he had to. He

pulled his pants back on. This is ridiculous! I don’t have to do

this just because she tells me to! Why can’t I just take this off?

Looking around his room for something to kick out of frustration, he

noticed that his curtains were open! Oh shit! He moved over and

quickly closed them. What if one of the neighbors saw that? What if

it got back to school? Then everyone would think it was Ken who was

the ’Diaper Kid’. He just wished this nightmare would end. Why the

hell was he standing around in a GoodNite in the middle of the day?

It should be that stupid bedwetter Randy, and not Ken who was wearing

these ridiculous things!

Knowing he didn’t have any homework to do, because he had been

skipping most of his classes anyway, he sat on his bed and tried to

figure out how this had all happened. It just doesn’t make any

sense! I’m not some bed-wetting momma’s boy! He raged inside at the

injustice of it all.

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Linda was putting the silverware on the table when the phone rang.

She picked up the reciever, "Hello?"

A woman’s voice on the phone said "Hello. Is this Mrs. Haskins?"

"Yes." Linda didn’t recognize the voice and wondered who it might

be.

"Mrs. Haskins this is Regina Phelps. I am the secretary at your

son’s high scoool. We’re having a problem here at school and need

you to come to a mandatory meeting this Tuesday evening at 5:30."

"Is Ken in trouble?" Linda asked, knowing her son was more than

capable of getting into mischief. Ever since he had gotten caught

stealing(cigarettes, no less!), she had tried to keep a closer eye

on him. She couldn’t watch him all the time although sometimes

she wished she could.

"Well ma’am, we don’t know for sure, but someone has been making

mischief at the school that caused someone to be very embarrassed,

and it may be considered a criminal act as well!" Miss Phelps said

seriously.

"What!? Why do you think my son was involved? What happened?" Linda

was horrified as she pictured her son behind the bars of a prison cell.

"Well, I can’t get into the details on the phone, but someone

switched the school announcement tape at lunch today. It was an

audio tape of a mother and a child we believe to be a student here,

discussing the child’s umm... problem. A rather embarrassing

problem. The whole school heard it. Your son is on our short list of

people we believe could be responsible. All the parents on that list

are expected to be here Tuesday at 5:30. Failure to show up could

result in your son’s suspension and possible police intervention."

Tuesday! Her bosses’ boss had set up an emergency meeting for that

night! "I have a meeting Tuesday night regarding our largest

account! I simply can’t be there that night! I will lose my job if I

miss this meeting! Is there any way we could do this over the

phone?" She asked, desperately. Damn that boy! What had he gotten

into now?

Regina knew all too well the difficulty of being a single mother, as

her records indicated Linda Haskins was. She knew that single mom’s

had to stick together. Her suport group, S.M.I.L.E. (Single Moms’

Ideal Living Experience) had helped her often enough to know that.

"I guess I can tell you a little more, but this is a very sensitive

subject and I would appreciate it if you don’t tell anyone else

aboout this. It could cost me my job."

Linda was sympathetic to the woman’s dilemna and grateful that they

could do this without endangering her career. "Of course. Thank you.

I really appreciate this. I just can’t miss that meeting."

The woman on the other end whispered, as if she were afraid of

being overheard. "The tape was a conversation about a boy who still

has ’accidents’, and the conversation was centered on whether this

child shoud wear..." Her voice dropped even lower, so that Linda

could barely hear her speak, "diapers."

"WHAT!" For a second, Linda wondered whether the recording had been

between Ken and herself! Then she realized: No, it couldn’t be. The

tape was played today at school, Yet she had only discoverd Ken’s

bedwetting this afternoon, and she had never mentioned wearing a

diaper to Ken! She lowered her voice in response to the secretary’s

shushing noises coming through the phone. "What do you mean? Diapers?

I thought you said this was a high school student? Surely no mother

would make a child that age wear a... well, one of those things just

forwetting the bed. I would never put Ken back into d.." She stopped mid-sentence, realizing what she was implying.

Miss Phelps’ ears perked up. Had this woman just said what she

thought she had said? "Do you mean to say that your son is a

bedwetter? Could that have been you on the recording?" Regina could

hardly believe it! Ken Haskins was a known school bully, but so far

had been clever enough that no one could prove anything criminal

against him, other than the theft charges over a year ago. He was a

sophmore! How could he be the voice on that cassette?

"No! Of course not! I have never even suggested that my son wear a

dia..(she couldn’t bring herself to say it) one of those things. It

is embarrasing enough making him wear those ’Goodnites’ Pull-Ups.

His cousin is handicapped and has to wear diapers and Ken would be

very embarrassed if I even mentioned them to him."

"The recording mentioned that the child in question also had

GoodNites. And you mentioned your nephew wears diapers still. Is it

possible that you were trying to get your son to wear one of his

cousin’s diapers?" THe thought of the school’s biggest bully being

put into diapers by his mother actually amused Regina, who felt that

it would only be a small measure of justice that the boy deserved.

But she kept her manner proffesional and gave no indication of her

true feelings.

"Miss Phelps, I already told you. My son wears GoodNites for his

problem, not diapers. That recording did not come from this house!"

It never occured to her to mention that she believed her son had

started wetting the bed only two weeks previously. If anything, that

was more reason why Ken wouldn’t have done this. He certainly

wouldn’t want anyone at school thinking that one of his classmates

wet the bed! If only because he wouldn’t want suspicion falling on

him.

"Hmm. Well, I guess I can cross him off the list of possible

perpetrators. But, I will have to tell the school principal why.

Your son was actually our prime suspect."

"Oh please, don’t do that! I don’t want him to know that anyone at

school knows about this! It could devastate him! I’m sure that’s why

he never mentioned what happened in the first place. It might even

set back his progress!" Linda was regretting that she had let slip

her son’s problem.

Regina spoke soothingly, "Don’t worry. I will be discreet. But the

principal does have to know why Ken is no longer a suspect. And we

still need to have a meeting. We also have a short list of possible

victims, mostly the the younger students, and are meeting with them

to play the recording. We need to find out who the student on the

recording is, you see. We don’t want to embarrass them anymore,

but there could be a criminal case against that mother! Making a

teenager wear diapers is an act of child cruelty. Unless that child

absolutely needs them, of course." She added, thinking of Linda’s

handicapped nephew.

Linda agreed that it certainly was criminal! Diapers would only

shame that poor child and not help them out. That’s why she decided

that Pull-Ups and a plastic sheet were the answer. It kept the wet

beds down to a minimum and gave the child the dignity of wearing

’regular’ underwear. The bedwetting calendar was the best way to

help Ken track his dry nights and help imrove his self-esteem. "But

I already told you it couldn’t have been us. Plus, I can’t possibly

be there Tuesday!"

Regina had known making these calls would be difficult, but this was

worse than she had imagined. "I understand Mrs. Haskins. But the

meeting for possible victims is set for Monday night, not Tuesday.

That way, no one else needs to know these children’s problem.

Including you now, our list has seventeen families that we feel to

be likely possible victims of this cruel prank. And as I said, there

may be criminal charges involved. Anyone not showing up could be

prosecuted for obstruction of justice!"

Linda knew she would have to go. Though she was sure the recording

couldn’t be about Ken and herself, she didn’t want to bring more

unwanted attention to Ken’s ’situation’. She reluctantly agreed to

be there. "I Understand. What time is the meeting?"

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Ken heard the phone ring, but wasn’t interested in talking to anyone

right now. He had his own bizarre problem to deal with. When his mom

didn’t call him to the phone, he ignored it. Probably a work call or

a telemarketer. He hoped his mom would allow him to take these

’things’ off after dinner, though.

Ken was sure she was just threatening him with an early bed-time

because of the way he had mouthed-off to her. He would be sure to be

extra polite at dinner. Then he could spend the rest of the evening

planning how to REALLY get back at Randy. The tape and the piss ballon

didn’t even come close!

He started from his bed as his mom called him to the table. As he

got up and walked to the door, he noticed, once again, the rustling

sound from under his pants. He grimaced. The sound was loud enough

to his own ears to be quite disturbing. He covered it up by humming

tunelessly as he walked toward the kitchen.

Ken sat down and, remembering to be as polite as possible, said,

"Looks great mom! I hope I’ll have room for dessert!’ Looking at the

table, he noticed there were no glasses on the table. He decided

that being helpful couldn’t hurt his case and grabbed two from the

cupboard.

Linda set down the pot of stew she had just made and looked up at

Ken. "Do you think that is a good idea? Maybe you should hold off on

liquids to help you tonight." She suggested. That was the whole

reason she had not put a glass on the table for him in the first

place, and had hoped that by not putting one out for herself he

would not feel left out.

"Mom! It’s only 4:30! I’ll have plenty of time before bed to..."

She cut him off. "I already told you. Bedtime is immediately after

dinner. And a trip to the bathroom, of course. Your body needs rest

to deal with these new changes, Ken. But, if you insist, you may

have ONE glass of water before bed. Just remember Ken, this is for

your own good."

She wasn’t going to let up on the early bedtime! "Mom, I’m sixteen!

I can make my own decisions. I’m not some little kid!"

Linda knew he was right. Taking away his independence would only

make him feel worse about himself. "Fine. Have whatever you want to

drink with your dinner. Don’t blame me if you have another accident

tonight, though."

Ken was elated that he was finally getting somewhere and tried to

push the issue while he still had the advantage. "What about letting

me stay up untill ten o’clock? It is still earlier than I normally

go to bed." He looked at her hopefully, grabbing a coke from the

fridge. He wasn’t worried. He knew he didn’t wet the bed and he

didn’t need the GoodNites. His mom was just making him wear them.

She would let him wear underpants to bed again, as soon as she

realized he didn’t really need them. He was still mystified as to

why he couldn’t remove them by himself, though. It was almost as

if she had used a mind control ray, or something. Not that aything

like that really existed. More like hypnosis, he thought glumly,

knowing no matter what it was, he was still sitting there eating his

dinner while wearing Pull-Ups. NO. They weren’t Pull-Ups, they were

GoodNites. For bed wetters like Randy. "And I am not a bed wetter!",

he thought defiantly.

Ken tried sgsin. Knowing that sometimes if he kept bothering her

about something, she would eventually give in. "Mom, I’m sure I won’t

wet the bed tonight(Which was true. Ken hadn’t done that since he

was a little kid), can’t I just..."

All this constant fighting was beginning to irritate Linda. She was

tired of dealing with this new issue already! "NO. Not another word

about it. I will not discuss this any further. You need the extra rest.

And the best way for that is to get lots of sleep and to not have to

worry about waking up in soaking wet sheets. Now finish your dinner,

or you can go to bed hungry!"

Ken ate slowly, hoping to prolong his evening as much as possible.

He even had a second coke, mostly because it seemed to irritate his

mom. She had glared at him when he had gone to get it from the

fridge. But, soon he was finished and stood up. He tried to bring

the subject up again, as his mother stood up from the table, but

just couldn’t get the words out. It was like he was swallowing the

words before they could get out of his mouth.

Linda saw this as another of his frequent ploys to get out of doing

something Ken found unpleasant. She got upand spoke sternly. "Quit

playing around. It’s time for bed."

Ken quickly stood up, almost as if being pulled by strings and started

shuffling his feet toward the stairs.

Linda walked up behind her son and patted his bottom, making sure Ken

was still wearing the ’GoodNite’. She heard the reassuring crinkling

sound and felt the padding give as she squeezed, which let her know

he had not removed the undergarments before dinner. She smiled. Glad

that her son was finally listening to her and also at the ridiculousness

of her sixteen year old ’tough guy’ wearing such a childish thing.

Ken jumped back in surprise, putting his hands over his ass.

"MOM! What was that for?"

Linda looked him in the eye. "I had to make sure you were still

wearing your Pull-up." She said simply. "Now go to the bathroom and

try to go pee. Then off to bed."

Ken muttered mutinously under his breath, as he stood looking

downcast.

"What did yo say to me, young man?!"

Ken tried staring her back in the eye. "I said there not Pull-Ups,

they’re GoodNites!" Seeing her glare back at him, he let his eyes

fall down to the floor again, and added, "Pull-Ups are for kids that

are being potty-trained. And I’m already.." He finished lamely.

"I don’t care what you call them! They are for your protection. Now

get to bed!" Seeing him hesitate again, she added sternly "That’s an

order, mister! March!"

Ken again had no choice. He went to the bathroom and pissed. He

washed his hands and brushed his teeth as well. Not that he normally

did either of those things. He was trying to buy as much time as

possible, before his ’bedtime’, he thought resentfully.

Linda was waiting for him outside the bathroom, and made sure he

went straight to his room. He dawdled around, setting his alarm

clock and looking for other things that could delay the inevitable,

but it was no use. She was standing there waiting. Ken slowly got

undressed and got under the covers. The mattress crinkled even more

loudly than the GoodNites did!

As Ken pulled up the covers, Linda turned out the light, saying,

"Just lie there and go to sleep now! Do you hear me? I don’t want

you staying up after I leave. Unless you feel the need to go pee!"

She added, closing the door behind her.

Ken couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t even 5:30 and he had to stay here

in bed. He lay back as his mom instructed, sure that he could not

possibly go to sleep for hours. But he was wrong. He went to sleep

almost immediately. Just like his mom had told him to.

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What a day! Linda sat up watching the news and having her third

drink of the evening. She didn’t normally drink this much, but she

felt as though she really needed it tonight. She knew she had done

the best she could for her son, even if it was a bit harsh. She

thought dully, ’It really is the only way, though.’

The jangling of the telephone pulled her out of her reverie. Now

what? "Hello?"

It was her older sister, Martha. "Hiya, sis! What’s goin’ on? You

sound a little down."

Linda didn’t want her sister to know about her son’s new problem, so

she picked up her tone and tried to seem happy. Not that she

wouldn’t understand, Linda thought. After all, her son David, was

still in diapers. But this is different. Ken has a normal

intelligence, and he would be embarrassed if anyone found out.

"Martha! How are you? I haven’t heard from you in months. What’s

going on?"

"Well, you know how difficult it has been since Bill died. It would

be impossible taking care of Davey if he hadn’t gotten such an

extensive life insurance policy! But, we manage. How are you and

Kenny doing?"

Linda winced slightly at the diminutive used in referring to her

son. She supposed having a ’special’ child, her sister simply used

it out of habit. "Nothing we can’t handle. You know, the usual."

"Well, I’m glad to hear everything is OK. Things are going very well

up here. I have some great news!"

Linda perked up. She could do with some good news. "Oh? What is it?"

She asked eagerly, hoping to get her mind off her problems.

Martha sounded excited. "I want it to be a surprise! Why don’t you

and Kenny come up for the weekend and you can see for yourself? We

can have a good family visit at the same time. There’s a new French

restaraunt in the mall that I’ve been dying to try! Come on, we only

live three hours away and we never see each other!"

Linda loved French cuisine and Martha knew it was one of her

weaknesses. But if they went, she would have to tell her sister

about Ken’s new problem. "It sounds lovely, but could we do it

later? Now isn’t the best time for us to leave for so long."

"Nosnsense." Came her sister’s reply. "It’s only the weekend. You

can leave late Sunday morning and still be back in plenty of time!"

Linda sighed. "You’re right. Of course, we’ll come. I have missed

seeing you and David so much." She and Ken would have to figure out

a way to conceal his problem from her sister. David would never

realize, of course.

"Fantastic! I can’t wait to tell you the good news in person! When

should we expect you?"

Chapter 15 - Second Helpings, Anyone?

Michelle went upstairs looking for Randy. As she opened the door he

jumped guiltily and quickly reached for his book. He was slightly out

of breath and embarrassed...

Michelle tried to hide her grin! She was sure she had just witnessed

her son trying to hide his early attempts at masturbation! She was

happy he was showing signs of sexual maturity and knew that every

young man did ’play with himself’ at that age. Perhaps it was a sign

that he really was over his bedwetting. She said aloud, to cover his

embarrassment, "How is the new book coming along? I hope you haven’t

finished it already."

Looking at his mom in relief, Randy tried to act casual. "I’m about

halfway there. I’ll read some more after dinner. I have do do my

homework first." He was still sweating slightly, thinking about

the perversions that must be running through Dennis’ head even now.

And Ken trying to fish his own pathetic prick out of his own underwear

to take a piss. Hell, Ken would probably have to take them down

just to find his’manhood’.

And Randy would soon have the biggest dick in the ninth grade. Maybe

even the whole school!

"OK, honey. But try not to do to much ’reading’ in one day all

right?" She grinned remembering the myths of her childhood. "Too

much is bad for your eyesight, I hear." She left the room to start

dinner, but left the door ajar to dissuade him from continuing his

newly found activities while she was home.

Dinner was uneventful. Randy didn’t much talk about school. He

usually did, but Michelle felt she knew why, so she didn’t press

him. Masturbation was not a subject boys talked about with their

mothers. Thank Goodness. It wasn’t a subject she would want to speak

with him about either.

After dinner Randy brought his book upstairs and shut his door.

Michelle did not want her son’s entry into puberty to be a problem,

but neither did she want him ’discovering’ himself while she was in

the house. She knocked on his door and waited for him to reply.

"Come in, mom."

She opened the door and said gently, "Randy, your room is kind of

stuffy. Why don’t you leave the door open for now and get some fresh

air in there."

Randy looked up at her, wondering if she knew he had taken the

diapers already. He had also wanted to read the catalog some more,

but it was under his bed. He certainly didn’t want her to find ihim

reading that! He tried not to look too bothered about it. "OK, mom."

He smiled, hoping she didn’t suspect anything.

Michelle left, feeling she had dealt with the problem well. She was

finishing the dishes when the phone rang again. Randy called out, "I

got it!" Then she heard him answer the phone in the living room.

"Hello? Oh. OK, I’ll get her. Hold on." Randy came into the kitchen

holding his hand over the mouthpiece, and whispered. "It’s the

school. They want to talk to you."

Michelle dried off her hands and took the phone from her son. "This

is Michelle Lormann." *pause* "Yes he is." *pause* "Oh I see. Just a

moment."

She turned to Randy who was trying to figure out what the call is

about and said, "Thank you Randy. I got it. You can go back to your

book now." She shooed him back to his room. When he had gone, she

put the phone back to her ear. "He’s gone now. What is this about?

Is my son in trouble?"

Randy decided his mom might come in and tell him what the call was

about any minute. He started reading his book instead of looking at

The Catalog, just in case. Soon enough, he got engrossed in the

comings and goings inside of Hogwarts School of Magic.

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The secretary was relieved to be making the last of these phone

calls and she hoped this one would be easier than some of the

parents she had had to deal with. She knew it was necessary, but she

really hated this business and hoped it would end soon. "Mrs.

Lormann. As I was saying, someone at school has played a rather

nasty trick on one of our other students. It seems that a

conversation was recorded. A conversation of a rather embarrasing

nature and..."

Michelle stopped her. "What do you mean ’embarassing nature’? It

isn’t about drugs, is it?"

"Nothing like that Mrs. Lormann. Although, I almost wish it was. You

see, the conversation was between a child and his mother regarding

this child’s ’wetting accidents’."

"WHAT?!" Michelle exclaimed, loudly enough to bring Randy back into

the room. She waved him back to his bedroom, though, and motioned

for him to close his door.

Regina had grown used to this response by now. "Shocking isn’t it?

Although it’s rare, some kid’s in high school apparently still have

accidents and..."

"Do you know who was on that recording? Or who did it?!" She

demanded.

Miss Phelps whole-heartedly agreed with her sentiment of anger. "No,

Mrs. Lormann, we do not. If you will please let me finish?"

Michelle was stunned. Could her conversation with her son yesterday

have been recorded? No, she thought. It couldn’t have been them on

the recording. Randy’s bedroom was on the second story, no one could

have gotten in there.

Yet, someone had gotten in to leave the diapers and that horrid

letter.

Perhaps they had put a microphone in as well... "Of- Of course. I’m

sorry. Please continue."

Miss Phelps resumed the tale. "As I was saying. The tape was

switched for the regular lunch announcements and played over the

school’s PA. Every student in school heard it." Michelle gasped as

the secretary continued, "The poor child was being put into diapers

by his mother! Can you imagine!? Besides being a cruel prank, we

feel that there should be criminal charges filed against the student

who switched the tape."

"But, I never put my son into... I mean I would never put my son

into diapers if he were a bedwetter." She covered.

Regina hesitated a moment. "Ma’am, are you saying your son is a

bedwetter also?"

Michelle hadn’t wanted to let her son’s indignity be known, but

perhpas she could at least save him the embarrasment of being

identified as the boy on that tape. She knew he would never live it

down! Kids in high school were cruel, as she remembered only too

well from her high school days. "Well... Yes, he is. But I would

never put a diaper on him!" She replied, as if she were being

accused. She was quickly reviewing what the secretary had told her,

wondering if there were any way someone could identify Randy on the

tape. "Wait! Did you say ’also’?"

Regina realized that she had also slipped up! But perhaps it was for

the best, she thought. Perhaps she should tell her. At least the two

boys could have someone to talk to about their problem. A peer

rather than an intimidating adult. It could go a long way to helping

either or both of them emotionally. "Well, yes. Actually I did let

that slip. I hadn’t meant to tell you, but perhaps you should know;

there is another student of ours, whose mother admitted that he is a

regular bed-wetter. Normally, I wouldn’t say anything, but perhaps

the boys could help each other out. You know. Talk about their

feelings. They could even have a sleepover. Which I am sure is quite

impossible for them, otherwise.

Though I don’t know if Ken Haskins is the right sort of person for

young Randy to be hanging out with."

"KEN HASKINS? Linda’s son? MY neighbor? Surely he’s not a

bed-wetter! He must be sixteen!" Michelle just pictured Randy still

wearing GoodNites, the night after his Junior prom.

"Well, yes, actually. His mom implied that he wets regularly and she

did mention he uses GoodNites, and since the tape specifically

mentions GoodNites as well as diapers, she will be at the meeting as

well."

At first Michelle wondered if perhaps Ken was the person who had

done all of these horrific things to her son. She had known that boy

was no good for quite some time.

Normally, she wouldn’t allow her son in the same room as Ken, but

maybe they could bond over this problem. Just being able to talk

about it with someone their age might help. Perhaps Randy could even

be a good influence to Ken. A sleepover. Hmmm. That could be the

morale boost her son needed right now.

The secretary sat in her office taking notes. She had a feeling that

Michlelle was holding out on her. "Are you SURE you don’t know

anything about the events we have been talking about Mrs. Lormann?

We’d definitely like to get to the bottom of this!"

It certainly did sound similar to what had happened with Randy and

her yesterday. Yet, she had not diapered him as this woman was

saying. Perhaps it was someone else, after all. Still, it was an

awfully big coincidence. Deep inside though, she knew it had to be a

recording of she and her son. How many high-school kids had a

conversation about bedwetting and diapers yesterday? She hadn’t

realized how angry she was, untill the the towel she had been

wringing in her hands actually tore in half! She quickly composed

herself and tried not to let on that the tape might be about her and

her son. "Well, I’m sure my son has never been and will never be put

back into diapers! So it can’t have been us on that tape, if that’s

what you’re saying!""

"No ma’am. No one believes that Randy needs diapers. We just need to

get rid of this ugly problem. That’s all. We have already contacted

all the suspects’ parents and we are having a meeting Tuesday to

discover who it could be. The reason we called you is; there are

only a few children at the school who could’ve been the one on the

tape. As I said, there are possible criminal charges involved here.

There is a mandatory meeting on MONDAY evening at 5:30, for all the

parents who might have been VICTIMS from this horrible event. Parents

who do not show up are risking a police investigation, if we do not

get to the bottom of this. I strongly urge you to be there."

"I guess I’ll be there then." Michelle replied weakly. "Thank you

for notifying me."

"Your’e welcome ma’am. We hope to resolve this odious mess quickly

and do appreciate you cooperation." Regina did not add that she now

felt sure Michelle and Randy were indeed the voices heard throughout

the school. Owing to the poor quality of the tape and the PA system,

she couldn’t be sure, though. And she certainly hoped it wasn’t them.

Randy was such a nice boy. She would hate to think that he had a mother

that would actually shame him by putting him into diapers!

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Michelle hung up the phone. She was pale and shaking with rage! That

MONSTER! How could anyone be so inhuman as to do that to anyone?

Whoever it was who did this, they had gone Too far! Apparently she

had been soft on him, when she had just wished her son’s tormentor to

be a bedwetter, like her son. (She was sure it had to be a boy. No girl

would ever do that kind of thing. Only boys were capable of that kind of cruelty!) Now the little bastard would get what he deserved!

Michelle didn’t remember walking to her room, nor of opening the

closet and picking up The Catalog. The phone was still in her hands.

She reminded herself of the way she had dealt with her ex-husband’s

infidelity and paused. She certainly had to avenge her son. But even

that little bastard didn’t deserve that!

He probably did, actually, but she couldn’t bear the reminder of her

husband. No. She would give him a bigger taste of what he had gotten

before. She had no doubt that her first curse on him had worked. She

had seen first hand what they could do. She opened the booklet up

and began to read.

The gruesome descriptions on some of the pages made her shudder. No,

surely not that. She would quickly turn the page. Yet, surprisingly,

many of the curses seemed too small. She didn’t want this punk

getting off too easy! She finally found a couple of curses that she

felt were appropriate.

She also found a small section called "Extras". In it were little

things one could do to modify the curses: First was a section called

"triggers" so that a curse would happen at a certain time or place,

or happen in front of a certain person or when a certain event

occured. There were curse ’multipliers’ and ’escalators’, making a

curse even worse than originally designed; further along were "Time

delay effects", so the curse would take place slowly over a period

of days, weeks, or even years. There was even a section called

"awareness modifiers" where the person being cursed or others around

them wouldn’t be aware of the nature of the curse!

Hmm... interesting! She quickly reviewed the curses she had chosen

and decided that a few of these "extras" would certainly make sure

this person never bothered her son again!

She dialed the number and waited for the operator. The phone was

answered by the same woman as before. "Good Evening, Mrs. Lormann.

How can V.I. help you today?"

Michelle got to the point. "You were certainly right about bullies

being thick-headed! That little monster is horrible! I want to

PUNISH him for what he did. PUNISH him!"

"If you don’t mind me saying, I’m glad you came to your senses,

ma’am. Have you made your decisions already?"

"Yes. I want to treat this punk to what he deserves! Let’s start

with item# 34115. Total Urinary incontinence. With a ’Time delay’

and a ’trigger’.

"Well, it seems as if you have been doing your homework! What kind

of time-frame for the delay? Years? Months? And what kind of trigger

would you like?" She asked solicitously.

When Michelle spoke, it was with ice in her veins. She had made her

decision. "A Week. I want the bedwetting to increase immediately.

And I want the pants wetting to trigger at the most embarrassing

time and place possible within that time frame!" She imagined the

little bastard at a school function or during the school lunch

period, or even during gym. It didn’t matter. As long as it was the

worst possible moment for it to happen!

"Oooh! Very nice!" The voice replied silkily. "You said ’Let’s start

with’, so I assume you have others?"

"Yes, indeed. This person is trying to shame my son into suicide! I

am sure of it. I want him to feel embarrassment far worse than he

ever planned on doing to my son. I also want item# 34108 with a

trigger to happen the day of his first daytime accident."

"You seem to really have thought this out! Well, OK then. #34108.

Night-time enforced diapering by others. I must say you have quite a

theme going here! Would you like to vary the punishment a little?

Perhaps a bestiality curse? One of my personal favorites, you know."

Michelle was disgusted by the thought. They would actually do that?

She reconsidered her decision, but ultimately decided that this

person must be stopped. He MUST be punished for what he did! "No.

That should be sufficient, I think. Just bill me for the total. I

don’t care what it costs!"

Satisfied that the problem has finally been taken care of, Michelle

returned the catalog to it’s hiding place. Only then, noticing that

the package of Pampers was missing. She quickly went next door to

her son’s room, and forgetting to knock, she barged in to find him

still reading his ook. "Randy? Do you know what happened to the

diapers I took from you yesterday?" She asked, looking stern. "You

know you are not supposed to be in my room, young man!"

Randy quickly realized the lie he had decided on, about giving the

diapers to a friend, won’t work. He would still get in trouble for

going into his mom’s room. Plus, she might realize it was he, who

took the catalog. If it were even hers in the first place, that is.

He tried to look puzzled. "Take the diapers, mom? Why would I do

that? I don’t want to wear diapers." He paused for effect. "You

mean, they are missing?" and tried to sound horrified. "Maybe

whoever brought them took them back!"

Michelle knows he must be right! ’Oh My God! Somebody has been in my

room! They violated my privacy! The sick, little creep must be

trying another stunt to further humiliate my son!’ Rather than upset

her son furhter, she decided a little white-lie might help the

situation. "OH, that’s right!" She smacked her forehead. "I’m such a dummy!

I donated them to the thrift store on my way to work this morning. Never

mind." Smiling as well as she could, she closed the door and went back to

her room.

Randy wondered if she lied to protect him from thinking someone was

still out to get him or if she were trying to catch HIM with the

diapers.

Michelle looked at the phone on her bed. "He wants the diapers!" She

snarled. "Then let him WEAR them!" She hit redial.

"Back again so soon?" Came the delighted reply.

"I want an upgrade." Michelle hissed. "I want him be forced to wear

diapers at night AND day! To start one week after his night-time

diaperings begin! And I also want..." She thumbed though a few

pages, remembering seeing another curse that was appropriate. "Aha!

There it is. #91199 ’Eyes of the world.’ I want everyone in town to

know his shame! With a time-delay effect of ’slow buildup’ over a

three week period! Make him SUFFER!"

"Mrs. Lormann." The operator seemed delirious with delight. "That is

what we live for!"

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That smile hadn’t fooled him. Randy knew that his mom was very

angry. He hoped it was because she believed his story and not that

she thought he was the one who took the diapers back. He knew she

hadn’t donated the diapers. They were still under his bed. He

realized he would have to stay awake untill his mom went to bed,

before he could put his plan into action.

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Randy had been reading by flashlight for hours. He rubbed his eyes

sleepily, realizing his mom must have gone to sleep as her light was

now out and he could hear her gentle snoring. He reached under the

bed and grabbed the Pampers and tip-toed into the kitchen. He pulled

out a black trash bag from under the sink and placed the diapers

within. He then taped the bag closed and marked it with the letter

’P’, just as the instructions had said to do. He grinned, thinking

again of the surprise awaiting the person opening the bag. He put

everything away and slipped out the front door into the night, and

placed the bag behind some bushes in front of his house. Perfect.

Now he could get them to school without his mom noticing.

On the way upstairs, he stopped and used the bathroom. Just in case.

Returning to his room, he pulled out a GoodNite from the closet at

slipped it on. He then crawled under the covers and was asleep

almost instantly, dreaming of flying on his Nimbus 2000.

Chapter 16 - Early to Bed, Early to Rise

Thursday (day 3)

Ken opened his eyes and stared at his alarm clock sleepily. 3:30 AM!

He then realized he had wet again. And not only had he wet, but he

had wet so heavily the GoodNite had leaked quite a bit. His sheets

were very wet and he could smell a stong urine smell. ’Oh God no!

Not again? What happened?!’

Ken doesn’t understand why this is happening, nor even when it had

happened. ’It’s not like I’,m a little kid or something. Oh man!

What the hell is mom gonna say when she finds out?’

Then Ken realizes his mom doesn’t HAVE to find out. He can switch

into dry GoodNites and she will never know! He turns on his light

and grabs a clean GoodNite. He wished he could just stay dry like he

used to. ’What is wrong with me?’ He wondered as he sat up to examine

the damage.

Glancing at the sheets, he saw they were very wet, the urine had not

been absorbed by the mattress and looked even worse than yesterday.

’How am I going to hide this? I’ll just hide the sheets and... ’ The

sheets! They were stilll outside his window! He could just switch

them and clean up after his mom left. This time though, he would

wash them immediately, so she doesn’t find out.

Ken tried to get them and stopped. He wanted to stand and go to the

window, but it was like moving through molasses. He couldn’t get

himself up. He sat there wondering what was going on, when all of

a sudden he got a strong urge to pee. He stood up and quickly walked

to the bathroom. ’Hmm... Maybe my body was just tired or something.’

Shutting the door, he pulled down his sodden ’underwear’ and let go.

’Aaah.’ Ken was surprised to feel so good about such a simple thing

as pissing in the toilet. Plus, he was sure he would wake up dry now.

His mom would never know about this one-time accident.

Since he was up, he went and pulled the sheets up through the window

and replaced them. He knew his mom would ’check on him’ in the

morning, so not putting a dry GoodNite on was not an option. He

quickly grabbed a dry one and stuffed the wet GoodNite in the bottom

drawer of his dresser. He laid back down and was soon asleep.

*Buzzzz* The alarm goes off and Ken wakes up to find he is wet

AGAIN! But this time not as much, and his sheets have stayed dry. He

heard his mom walking down the hall and he quickly pulled off the

wet garment. He reached over to the package and slid a new one on.

He threw the damp one in the drawer, next to the first one,

shutting the drawer just in time.

Linda entered quietly and was pleased to see Ken awake. And more

pleased when she sees his GoodNites are dry. She marked his calendar

with a blue ’o’ for him, remarking that she is glad that he had not

wet last night. The early bedtime must be working, she felt.

Ken put the unused GoodNite in the kitchen trash can like his mom

had ordered and ate breakfast. He left, pretending to go to school.

He waited behind some bushes and watched his mom drive off to work.

Sneaking back in, he did the laundry and played video games while

waiting.

As he was making his bed, Ken noticed his sheets had a slight yellow

tinge. He hoped his mom wouldn’t notice, or if she did maybe she

would think it was from yesterday.

Making sure none of the neighbors saw him, he walked down to the

grocery store and paid some old guy to buy him a pack of

cigartettes. Inhaling deeply, Ken wondered, What could have made him

wet himself two nights in a row? (If he really had truly wet himself

the first night and it hadn’t just been some kind of trick.)Could it

be a virus?

Out of the corner of his eye, Ken spotted someone familiar. The hot

chick from the beach! She was talking to a woman Ken thought for

sure must be a bull-dyke. She was muscular with short hair and wore

no make-up. Why the hell would a babe like that hang around with

such a troll? As they passed by, Kent hought he would have some fun

and maybe take his mind off his problem. "Hey there sexy mama! I

hope you’re not wearing that bra on my behalf!"

The women turned around and the butch one stepped forward

menacingly. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to little

boy?"

Gina recognized the boy as the one who had been rude to her on the

beach the other day and said, "Just ignore him Jo. That is the punk

I was telling you about. Obviously, he still has a lot of growing up

to do. He’s not worth the effort." She said turning to her friend

and co-worker.

"How can she ignore me when she gets wet just looking at me?" Ken

snickered.

The smaller woman launched herself at Ken and slugged him in the

face!

’Damn! Those lesbos can really fight!’ Ken reeled and kicked out

with his foot, tripping her. She went down, hitting her head hard on

the concrete.

Gina pulled out her police whistle and blew, blasting loud

high-pitched screams into the air.

Ken took off as fast as he could! He hadn’t meant to make her head

smack the ground like that. He was just trying to get her to back

off. ’Shit! I’d better go to school and try and pretend I was there

all day.’

A police car turned down the street he was on and he slowed to a

walk. The squad car raced past him to the store’s parking lot. Ken

turned off the street quickly and doubled back around the store,

heading for the bus stop.

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Randy awoke with the need to pee and hurried to the bathroom. He

pulled down his GoodNites and let go a long stream. Only then

noticing that he has woken up dry once again. He removes the

GoodNite and throws it into the waste basket, wrapping a towel

around his waist. That’s two days in a row. He thought hopefully.

Going into his room he marked his calendar and got dressed.

Michelle stumbled sleepily into the kitchen to make french toast for

breakfast. As she was tossing out the eggshells she noticed Randy’s

Pull-Up was already in the trash. And it was dry. Somewhat relieved,

she hoped he could make it another day. ’Three nights in a row sure

would be a good morale boost for him.’ She thought.

After a hurried breakfast, Randy dashed out the door, saying he

wants to get to school early today. Checking to make sure his mom

wasn’t looking he grabs the black garbage bag from behind the bushes

and heads off to the bus. He had thought of a good cover story as he

had drifted off last night. If anyone on the bus asked him about the

package, he would say it was a secret science project.

But no one on the bus even glanced his way or asked him what was in

the bag. Most of the other kids were still too busy trying to rub

the sleep out of their eyes to worry what the school geek was bringing

with him.

Getting off the bus, Randy headed for the school parking lot. He

checked around nervously for any of the regular bullies, but they

seemed remarkably absent today. He put the bag in the trash can as

the letter had indicated and then covered it with some trash to make

it less noticeable. He checked again to be sure no one was around and

satisfied that the coast was clear, headed to class.

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Dennis watched Randy from the seat of his car. He held up a book as

if he were doing last minute studying. When Randy headed into the

school yard, Dennis got out and retrieved the bag and lifted up his

trunk lid. He opened the bag to make sure Randy had done as he was

told. Randy barely had time to register that the bag of diapers was

indeed inside when some kids came walking by. He quickly shut the

lid before anyone could see. He didn’t want to be seen with a bag

of Pampers, especially after what happened yesterday. He headed off

to class.

At lunch Dennis slipped the pictures into Randy’s locker. He walked

to the cafeteria to tell Lisa the good news and reicieve his thanks.

But, as he looked around the cafeteria again, it was obvious she wasn’t

there. ’Oh well. I’ll show her on the way home.’ Dennis then gets an

inspiration! He’ll leave the diapers on the front seat and she’ll

see them when she sits down. He knew Lisa liked surprises. For some

reason she thought they were romantic. Not that a bag of Pampers was

romantic or anything.

He walked out to his car and popped his trunk. Looking aroud again,

he pulls the package out of the bag. *ZZZAP!* ’What the fuck?!’ Dennis

felt a shock travel through his body as he grabbed the diapers. ’That

was the bigggest static shock I’ve ever felt.’ Recovering quickly, he

put the bag on the seat and looked again at the cause of all the

fuss of the last two days.

’They’re just diapers. Meant to be worn by babies.’ He thought,

gently running his fingertip on the top diaper. Carressing the

plastic surface, he gently pulls one out and examines it. ’No wonder

babies pee and poop themselves.’ He thought. ’They get to wear these

comfy, soft...’ What was he thinking?! No guy in his right mind

thinks of wearing diapers! ’I’m not thinking about me wearing them,’

he corrected himself. ’Just how babies must like to wear them. So

soft and cozy...’ Quickly he puts the diaper into his lunch bag,

unsure as to what he means to do with it, and puts the bag back in

the trunk. ’No need to leave them on the front seat where anyone can

see them.’ He thought, feeling a little anxious. ’Maybe I’ll just

hang onto them for a while. Lisa will probably just get caught

sneaking them into the house, anyway. It would be doing her a favor

not to give them back.’ He headed back toward the cafeteria.

Standing unnoticed twenty feet behind him, stood an oddly dressed

man in a black leather hat and long coat, smiling. He pulled out his

PDA and made a note.

On the way back, Dennis notices a lot of the guys he’s known for

years seem to look in a lot better shape than he remembered. "Man,

Jim sure has bulked up over this year. His muscles are bulging! I

wonder if his cock has gotten bigger too?’ Randy stopped in

mid-stride. ’Why did I think that? I don’t care how big a guy’s dick

is. I’m a dude, not some sissy faggot!’ Yet he is feeling strangely

aroused, almost as if he has gotten a boner. Using his lunch bag as

cover, he tried to discreetly adjust himself. As he did so, he

noticed something else wasn’t right. It felt like something was

missing. Dropping all pretense, he hurried to the bathroom!

What he saw when he unzipped defied explanation. Impossible though

it seemed, his cock had shrunk! And not just a little either. It was

about two inches long, when he first examined it, but now it seemed

to be getting smaller! "Impossible." He whispered. "No fucking

way..."

But then he realizes that he is just getting soft. It is not

shrinking anymore, which was small comfort to him! Soft, it was only

an inch to an inch and a quarter long and nearly as thick as a

pencil. And his scrotum had shrunk to the size of a walnut. He

hadn’t been that small since he was five!

At first, Dennis wanted to call an ambulance. Get to a hospital, but

then he realizes everyone might find out what happened. He knew no

one would believe him. They would laugh and say he had always been

this small. Hell, even he didn’t believe it. How could this be

happening? He would rather lose his legs than his dick! He would

have to hide it from everyone, especially Lisa. She would dump him

in a second if she knew he had a tiny cock! ’What am I gonna do?’

Suddenly Dennis felt an idea pop into his head, as if from nowhere.

He could stuff his pants, so no one noticed the missing bulge. But

what could he use? He wished he had packed his gym socks to wash at

home tonight, but they are still in his locker. Looking for

inspiration, he opened his lunch bag and sees the diaper!

Well, no one would know if he stuffed that into his pants. Was he

really considering putiing a diaper on? No. Just in front to cover

his small dick. It wasn’t like he wanted to WEAR it or anything.

Just so he didn’t look so small. But, as he unfolded the diaper,

the crinkle of the plastic caught his attention. Suddenly, his

dick started getting bigger. For a moment he hoped it was growing

back, but no. He had gotten an erection again!

Looking at the pathetic member he now possessed, he made up his

mind. He shoved the diaper down his underwear and pulled them up,

feeling the warm, soft protection of... ’NO!’ He shouted to himself.

’This is only to hide my small dick. I don’t like it. I just need

it.’ The bell rang and Dennis headed back to class, hoping no one

noticed. He would have cut class, but his dad would beat him black

and blue if he did. He didn’t want his dad to pull down his pants

and take the belt to him! Not only would it hurt like hell, but his

dad would see the size of his dick! He hadn’t been naked in front of

his family for years. Now was definitely not the time to start.

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Lisa walked into the cafeteria with only ten minutes left. Mr.

Pance had made her stay after class and clean the chalkboards for

passing notes again. Not seeing Dennis, she sat near the entrance

and wolfed down her sandwich. She figured Dennis would find her, and

wondered if he had been succesful in retrieving the Pampers from

Randy.

Guiltily she looked around and saw the boy eating alone. She felt so

sorry for him and the way she had helped to embarrass him. She got

up and walked quickly to his table and sat down opposite him. "Hi."

She said cheerily.

Randy looked up in surprise that a pretty tenth grader had sat down

near him when there were plenty of seats available elsewhere. He

recognized her as someone who hung out around Ken a lot, though. She

and another boy, Randy were always together, it seemed. He looked

back at his food, figuring she was here at Ken’s behest to bully him

some more. Or perhaps she was trying to find out if he were the

’diaper kid’! He did his best to ignore her and continued eating.

Lisa was not surprised that he seemed a bit shy. It wasn’t often a

gorgeous girl such as herself sat next to a kid this young and started

a conversation. She decided to get the ball rolling. "You’re Randy

right? Everyone talks about what a brainiac you are. You must be

really smart to be in high school already."

Randy was sure she was flattering him just to get him talking. He

nodded his head, but said nothing. Suddenly the bell signalling the

end of the lunch period sounded and Randy got up, relieved that he

had an excuse and hurried to his next class.

Lisa got up slowly, wondering if she had said something wrong. Well,

she would have to try harder. She watched Randy turn to exit the

cafeteria and nearly gasped! He had a huge bulge in his pants! Did

he have to wear pull-ups or perhaps even diapers to school now? Had

she and the boys been responsible for this? She resolved to be more

friendly to the boy and try to help him if she could.

After school, Lisa waited for Randy to meet her at her locker, but

he never showed. She waited fifteen minutes and realizing he wasn’t

coming, she headed for the bus.

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Randy felt something odd about his pants as he headed to his locker

to pick up his school books. Some of the kids in the hall were

staring at his crotch! He quickly covered it with his hands,

wondering if Ken had done something to him while Lisa was talking to

him. He stopped in front of his locker and opened it. Two folded

pieces of paper fell out and curious, he opened one up. It was a

picture of his room!

There was no doubt it was his room; his school picture was on the

wall and the closet was open showing his GoodNites. He tore the

paper in half and shoved it into his back pocket. He examined the

other picture. The same scene, but the bag of Pampers were in the

closet now. The picture made it look like he still wore diapers! All

the blood drained from Randy’s face. He shoved the second picture in

his pocket, and making sure no one was looking at him he checked the

front of his pants while facing his locker. There was a bulge in his

pants he had never seen before, It looked like a...

Randy surreptiously stroked the outline of his pants and felt his

penis! That meant the curse had worked! He quickly pulled his hand

away and smiled gleefully. Somebody was walking around school right

now with a lot of new things on his mind. And not much equipment to

do it with. He practically skipped all the way to class.

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Dennis dashed out the door the minute the last bell had rung. He had

to get out of there. Every minute he was there he risked discovery,

he thought. He started his car and drove home at nearly twice the

speed limit. He immediately went to his room, pulled down his pants,

meaning to remove the diaper, but instead laid down on his belly and

began rubbing his diaper-covered dick into the blankets. Bizarre

pictures formed in his mind as he began to rub harder, faster.

He saw himself wearing Pampers. Not these little ones, but ones big

enough to fit him! And he was on his knees sucking off guys from his

gym class, one after another! He could almost feel their dicks in

his mouth, taste the sweat from their balls as he kneeled in front

of him in just his Pampers! Then some of the bigger guys pulled his

diaper down to his knees and bent him onto all fours and started

fucking him up the ass! He tries to stop, tries to think of Lisa

fucking him, but instead it is now Lisa with a huge boner. Bigger

than his was when he was still regular-sized. She is fucking him

rhythmically. Pushing in and out. He can’t stop. He inserts his

hands into his underwear and rubs the plastic backing of the diaper,

his tiny dick growing hotter with the wonderful soft friction.

Finally he came! Huge explosions of fireworks went off in Dennis’

head. He had NEVER come like this before! He was jerking and

thrusting into the diaper for a full twenty seconds after the

initial onslaught. He then collapsed, panting for breath. Sounds

rushed back to his ears, he began to relax.

Wow! THat was amazing! Yet slowly, it dawns on him what has

happened. He had just masturbated in a diaper! While having gay

fantasies, no less!

*BANG BANG BANG* his dad pounded on the door and Randy jumped with a

start. He quickly tore the diaper out of his underpants and stuffed

them between his bed and the wall. HIs heart was pounding in his

chest!

His dad called out, "What the hell are you doing in there? Your mom

called you to dinner already! Get your ass down stairs now!" and

stormed off.

Dennis listened to the receding footsteps with a sigh of relief. He

put his pants back on and with a last glance at where he had hidden

the diaper, headed downstairs for dinner.

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Randy sat down on the bus. Looking up he saw the same girl he saw at

lunch sit down next to him. He suddenly thought he knew why. She

likes the bulge in my pants! He thought. Maybe she wants to go on a

date or something. Visions of being in the cool crowd swam through

Randy’s head. As he looked at her, he saw her eyes dip to his crotch

and look unbelievingly. He was right! Emboldened by her obvious

interest, he asked her, "Hi, Uhh Lisa! How would you like to be my

date date to Homecoming?"

Lisa stood in front of him, flabbergasted. Had he really just asked

her out? Did he think she would go out with a fourteen year-old? Not

only that but a fourteen year-old who still wets the bed and now,

apparently his pants? She was so stunned by his directness that she

giggled nervously, wondering how he thouht she would go out with

him. Being friendly to him was one thing, but REALLY!

Randy turned red in the face! She had laughed at him. He had been

right the first time, it seemed. She was here to set him up. And he

had fallen for it!

The bus came to a stop and he hastily got up, not looking Lisa in

the eyes. He headed for the back door and was off the bus before

Lisa could collect herself.

Lisa hadn’t meant to laugh at him, but it was SO funny. He thought

she was hitting on him! She already had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who

was much older and cuter too! Kids all around her, overhearing this

had also joined in, until the whole bus was rocking with laughter as

the bus driver pulled away.

Randy was shaking with rage! She had deliberately done this to

humiliate him! Well, let’s see how you like being laughed at, he

thought grimly.

By the time he got to his street, he knew what he would to do her!

When he got home he went straight to his room and looked under the

bed, but didn’t see the catalog. He checked between the sheets of

his bed and under the mattress. It wasn’t there either.

Worried now, he looked in his closet and in his dresser, hoping he

had forgotten and moved it this morning. Oh no! It wasn’t there!

He sat for a moment and wondered who could have taken it. Maybe his

mom had found it and taken it back! He rushed to his mother’s door

and found it locked! She must have locked it believing that someone

had come in and stolen the diapers last night. Or she had found the

catalog and locked it up! Damn!

Randy figured it was no good worrying about it too much, since he

couldn’t do anything about it either way and went back downstairs. He

picked up the mail and looked through it. Bills, a couple of ads, a

large envelope... addressed to him? He looked for the return

address, but there was none. Who would be sending him something? He

tore open the envelope and inside was... The Catalog! How had it

gotten here? Randy Shrugged. He wasn’t sure how things like this

worked, but he figured they must have their reasons.

He picked up the phone, his bus trip still in mind and opened to the

phone number. He dialed and waited.

This time another woman answered the Phone. She sounded younger and

her voice was kind of sexy too. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lormann. How

can we help you today? Girlfriend problems?"

How did she know? "Well, she’s not really my girlfriend. But yeah

it’s a girl. And I want her to get really fat!" Girls were always

worrying about their weight, he knew. This would stop her from

laughing at people. Now she’ll be the one laughed at. "Really fat.

Like 300 pounds fat. Make her gain 10 pounds a day untill she is 300

pounds! And make it impossible for her to ever lose it. Lets see how

funny she thinks that is!" He was breathing hard and fast, picturing

the laughter on the bus.

"Of course sir. Anything else today?" came the reply.

Randy thought for a moment. There were a lot of things you could do

to a person with this book, but Lisa probably didn’t deserve most of

them. Besides, being fat was what most girls feared anyway. Wasn’t

it?

The woman seemed somewhat disappointed. "That will be $28.98, sir.

We will deduct it automatically from your account. Call back

anytime."

The operator, Susan, hung up and placed the order. She had hoped the

boy would continue with the diaper curses that seemed to be coming

from that household. That was why she had taken over for Letticia in

the first place. Diaper punishments were a favorite of hers. As many

people had come to find out over the last few years. She smiled

evilly, thinking of one person in particular, now residing at a

local private mental hospital. She would have to look in on her

soon.

After all, that’s what family is for.

Chapter 17 - The more things change...

Ken left his last class, glad that he had not been called to the

office to explain today’s events. He was pretty sure that the police

would have been there already if they had been able to identiify

him. Somewhat relieved, he headed home. The bus let him off two

blocks from home. He had a quick smoke, and turned on the TV. He

watched Jerry Springer untill his mom came home. He quickly turned

off the Televison. His mom hated Springer and he wanted her in a

good mood tonight.

When she started making dinner, he helped set the table, hoping to

get on her good side and maybe convince her that he doesn’t need to

wear those damn things tonight, since his mom thought he was dry this

morning.

’I would have been too, but she made me sleep so long I couldn’t

hold it anymore’ He thought to himself. He knew he really didn’t

need those things. It was just a couple of accidents. It wouldn’t

happen again.

After dinner, his mom informed him that his new bedtime would be

eight-thirty from now on. When he was dry for a week, he could go

back to a ten o’clock bedtime.

"Mom! I usually go to bed AFTER 10:30!" He didn’t like the way this

conversation had started at all!

Linda looked at her son. "Yes, that was true. But from now on you

will not stay up so late. I think that might be one of the reasons

you have been having these accidents at night. It really is for your

own good."

Ken protested. "I told you I only wet that one time. You just

wouldn’t believe me! I wasn’t wet last night was I?"

"Even if that were true, and you haven’t been wetting these Pull-Ups,

one night dry isn’t enough, Ken. You need to go one week without

accidents before things can go back to the way they were before. I’m

not doing this to punish you. I am doing this to help you. Now, If

you don’t stop arguing you can go to bed right now!"

Ken shut up. He didn’t know how, but if she told him to go to bed

now, he would have to do it. And that would mean another long night

in bed which might mean another ’accident’. He hung his head. "OK

mom, I’m sorry."

Slightly mollified, his mom said, "Why don’t you play your video

games till eight. Then if you get reeady for bed right away, you may

stay up until 8:45." She said, as if offering him a treat.

Promptly at eight his mom called him into his room. He grudgingly

went in. knowing she could make it worse for him if he didn’t. She

was holding up a GoodNite and told him to undress.

"If I have to wear these, can’t I at least put them on myself?" He

demanded. "In private?!"

"I’ve had ENOUGH! Put this on right now!" She stood with her arms

crossed, toes tapping angrily, still holding the GoodNite.

Ken struggled again, but it was in vain. He pulled off his pants as

slowly as possible, but soon enough his underwear had joined his

pants on the floor. He took the ’protective underwear’ from her

outstretched hand and pulled it up his legs. He pulled the waistband

up until the leg-holes were snug to his crotch.

He wasn’t sure what he hated more; the rustling sound they made, the

letters on the front proclaiming him ’dry’, or the absorbant padding

running between his legs. These things sucked.

Linda observed him closely to make sure he was putting it on

correctly. She need a drink. Now. "Since you can’t seem to mind me,

I think you must be tired."

Ken saw where she was leading and tried to stop her. "But I’m not..."

"Enough! Now get in bed and don’t make a peep for the rest of the

night!" She stalked out of the room.

Ken lay there in bed. He wasn’t tired at all and he wanted to be

playing his video games. He wanted another cigarette too. He didn’t

get up. He rolled on his side and set his alarm for two AM. He

turned down the volume, so that his mother would not wake up when it

went off, and then lay awake for nearly an hour before finally

falling asleep.

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Dennis excused himself from the table and went to his room. He

locked the door behind him and pulled out the semen-stained diaper.

How was he going to hide this? He stared at it for a moment and

again felt a stirring in his pants. He was suddenly very horny!

He threw down the diaper, not wanting to touch it and, at the same

time desiring to wear it greatly. Desire won out.

Dennis picked the disposable diaper back up and started shoving it

down his underpants. He stared at his diminutive but insistent

’equipment’ in shame. His pants already around his ankles, a small

part of his brain struggled to regain control. It never had a chance.

His eyes rolled up into his head as he inserted his hand into his

underwear and began massaging himself through the diaper

Soon he was lying in bed, thrusting into the Pamper faster and

faster. He was moaning and speaking disjointed, half-understood

phrases; "I’m wearing Pampers", "Fuck me you stud", "Fuck your

Pampers boy!!!" He was imagining a guy with a really large cock,

ramming it up his ass through a hole in the diaper. His hips

quickend their pace and again it was like nothing he had experienced

before! Pow! Bam! He exploded into his diaper. He fell back to the

bed, gently caressing the plastic garment as he nodded off.

Chapter 17.5 - Thank God It’s Friday. (Day 4)

At two AM exactly, Ken’s alarm buzzed for fifteen minutes before

shutting itself off. He turned over once, but that was the closest he

came to waking up.

When he did open his eyes it was 5:00 AM. He groggily looked at his

alarm clock and groaned. He assumed he had forgotten to turn it on.

And worse, he was WET! Damn! He reached for another GoodNite and

quickly discovered he had wet himself so heavily he had leaked again.

Ken got up quietly and removed the wet sheets. ’Its all mom’s fault.’

He thought. If she didn’t make me go to bed so early I would be able

to get up in time.’ Ken reasoned to himself. The boy quickly changed

his sheets and the drenched GoodNite. He put the sheets in the closet

again and threw the GoodNite into his bottom drawer, realizing that

he had forgotten to remove the wet ones the other day. "Shit. I’ll

deal with this later. At least I know I’ll be dry when mom comes in.

It’s less than two hours from now. There’s no way I could wet myself

in two hours. Not with how much I already pissed.’ Five minutes later,

he was back asleep. Ten minutes after that, his body proved just how

wrong Ken could be.

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Randy woke up feeling refreshed. He felt the need to pee, but not so

bad that he had to rush to the bathroom. He knew he was dry, though.

His penis had grown so much that it didn’t fit very well inside. He

had let it poke out the top of the waistband just to be able to

sleep. If he had wet, his sheets would have been soaked and not his

’special underwear’. Three days dry! A new record for him. Perhaps

his newly enlarged member was part of the reason. He stopped in the

middle of getting dressed to examine his new penis more closely.

He felt it up and down. He loved the feel of it. It was all his! He

felt very manly and grown up.

Randy put both his hands around his new cock, one on top of the

other. His top hand half covering the head of his penis. He must be

eight inches long. Curious, he grabbed a ruler from his backpack and

measured. Eight and a quarter inches! And as thick as three fingers.

’Wow! I’m a stud now!’ He grineed, lightly stoking his dick.

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Lisa woke and got out of bed, feeling out of sorts. Something just

wasn’t right. She stood up to get dressed and noticed her bra was

tighter than usual.

Pleased theat her breasts might be getting larger, she pulled on a

blouse, but it was also quite snug. Looking down, she noticed that

she has the beginnings of a belly; a bulge that had not been there the

night before. ’I am going to have to go back on a diet! I look like

I gained 10 or 12 pounds. This is more than just bloat, thats for

sure.’ She grabbed her sweat-suit instead. Time to try the new diet

everyone is talking about.

Looking again, she was sure she could see the beginnings of love

handles. It wasn’t pretty. She decided to jump start her new diet by

skipping breakfast and eating only fruit for lunch. Lisa sighed.

"Plain girls don’t know how easy they have it."

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Dennis was grinding his hips into his pillow even before he gained

conciousness. The thing that really woke him up was the sound and

feel of the diaper still in his underpants. Yet he did not remove

the diaper or stop humping the now very abused baby garment. He

started pushing faster and faster. ’Pampers. How I LOVE my Pampers.

Yeah! I want to suck off guys while wearing my Pampers!" He came in

scant seconds!

All of a sudden he realized he had done it again! Still not

understanding what was going on, he tore the diaper out of his

pants. The fluff inside was broken down. Fresh and dried semen

stains coated the inside of the now grungy diaper.

’Maybe I should see a shrink.’ He knows that he would never tell

anyone about his strange new desires, though. The guys would laugh

at him! Then they would beat him up. And maybe they would force him

to his knees making him suck them off..."

Before Dennis knew it, he was stroking his tiny dick with his thumb

and forefinger. He couldn’t get any other part of his hand on it,

because it was completely covered by those two digits. It didn’t

matter. He had to come! He thought hazily of all the guys who would

make him suck their dick, laughing at him for wearing a diaper. With

his free hand, he rubbed the diaper up and down his stomach and

chest. Fifteen minutes later just as he finished his orgasm, his mom

opened the door to wake him up.

Dennis looked up in fear as the door opened. He instincively shoved

the diaper out of sight. Sweat beading on his entire body he quickly

pulled the blanket over himself in shame! Had she seen? Did she see

the diaper? Perhaps she hadn’t noticed.

Dennis’ mom immediately realized he was ’pleasuring himself’, and

she quickly shut the door, apologizing. "Oh! I’m sorry. I- I didn’t

know you were... ’busy’!" She was somewhat disturbed by the thought

of her son jerking-off in her home. She wasn’t sure she should

mention it to her husband. Perhaps he could put a stop to it, or at

least make sure Dennis does it at more private moments.

The blood still hammering in his ears and heart, Dennis’ mind raced.

He tried to picture what his mom had seen. Had she seen the diaper?

It was too terrible to contemplate. The reprecussions from his dad;

the shame he would feel whenever he looked into their eyes. He swore

to himself he would never do it again. Never. He rolled the diaper

into a ball and threw it into his waste basket, covering it with

some old trash.

Neither Dennis nor his mother made eye contact during breakfast.

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Linda got up and knocked on Ken’s door. "Ken. Breakfast! Come on and

eat while it’s still hot! And don’t forget to mark your calendar and

bring your GoodNite with you so I can check it."

Ken’s eyes flew open at the sound of her voice. He got out of bed

grumbling "Be down in a second." He started to remove his GoodNites

and felt the warmth that indicated he had wet again. The front was

yellowish with the word ’WET’ in bright blue. He pulled out a dry

one from the package and put the damp garment in the drawer with the

others. He would have to throw them away after his mom left. He got

dressed, marked his calendar with an ’o’ for dry, grabbed the fresh

GoodNite and headed toward the bathroom. He washed the urine smell

from his crotch with a washcloth, tossed it in the bathroom hamper

and flushed the toilet, so his mom would hear the sound and assume

he had just peed in the toilet. He wished he could, but he had

nothing to pee out after last night.

’When will this nightmare end?’ He struggled with the possibility

that somehow he had actually BECOME a bed wetter.

The first thing his mother did when he sat down was examine the

Pull-Up. She smiled, relieved that he had made it another night dry.

Perhaps it was over with, she mused. Aloud she said, "That’s two

day’s in a row. I guess the Pull-ups and bed times are helping."

Ken didn’t reply. He continued eating in silence. After a short

interval, Linda informed her son she was going into work late and

she would drop him off at school this morning. Ken knew he wouldn’t

be able to wash his sheets this morning, or get rid of the

GoodNites, either. He would have to do it later. He nodded his head

in assent and kept eating.

Chapter 18 - A Cock And Bull Story

Randy was wearing baggy pants to cover up his new manhood. He was

too shy to let other people see his privates, even if they were

something to brag about now. Classes went by quickly, and thankfully

no one was talking about ’the diaper kid’ anymore. Maybe this would

all just blow over, he hoped.

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Ken got out of his mom’s car, hoping to ditch as soon as she left,

but the school’s secretary greeted him before he could turn around

and leave. She asked him how his day was and was very polite to him.

So polite that Ken became suspicious. Did she know he had switched

the tapes? He played it cool and knew he would have to stay. The

secretary read all the sick notes from home and would remember that

his mom had dropped him off.

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Lisa spotted Dennis in the hall and as he turned around she said,

"If you say I look fat, I will kick you. Three girls today already

mentioned it. And my gym caoach made me do extra laps because I

looked ’soft’."

Dennis grinned. She did indeed look a little heavier, but he knew

how to make her feel better about herself. Girls were so vain. "Hey

babe you look great! I thought you had actually LOST some weight."

He kissed her cheek. As he did so he couldn’t help noticing two

wrestling jocks flexing their muscles for some of the cheerleaders.

’Hot Damn! The chicks, I mean.’ He tried to convince himself.

Lisa pulled him aside. "Is everything OK? I didn’t see you at all

yesterday. And when I called, your mom said you were in your room

and didn’t answer when she tried to get you to the phone. "

Dennis looked around evasively. "Umm. Yeah, everything is fine. I

was just feeling a little ill or something. Sorry I forgot to take

you home yesterday."

"I took the bus. I saw you-know-who there. " She didn’t want to tell

Dennis about her suspicions that Randy might be wearing Pull-Ups to

school or about the pass he had made at her. That would only spur

Dennis and Ken into more cruelties against the boy. "I wanted you to

come over last night. My parents weren’t home. They made me babysit

my brother, though. You know how I hate that. He pooped twice while

they were gone. Ugh, I hate changing poopy diapers! It’s soo

gross!!" That reminded her of her other question. "Did you get the

Pampers back? I want to sneak them in while my mom is out shopping

today. We could go during lunch and no one would know." She looked at

him hopefully.

"Nah. He tricked me and put a bunch of newspapers in the bag,

instead." He remembered that they had done that in the kinap/ransom

movie he had seen.

Lisa was astonished. "You mean he KEPT them? But why? Didn’t you say

you would show everyone the pictures?"

The last thing Dennis wanted to talk about this morning was diapers.

Even listening to Lisa mention them made him want to go out to his

car and put one on. "Yeah, but I put the pictures in his locker

before I realized he tricked me. You’ll just have to pretend you

don’t know anything about them." He said lightly stoking his pants,

pretending to adjust himself. The bell rang and both students headed

for their respective classes.

Randy stood up from the trash can, which he had been hiding behind

to avoid Lisa, when he had seen her coming. "So. That’s who did this

to me! Dennis and Lisa!’

Well obviously, Dennis had decided to keep the diapers for himself

since he didn’t tell Lisa about them. He must have been the one who

wrote the note. That means his curse had worked. Dennis would be

walking around looking at guys and fantasizing about wearing Pampers!

But Lisa had gotten off too easy! She was only getting fat.

’She hates changing poopy diapers huh?’

Randy got an erection imagining what he would do to her. It was

obvious from what they had said that Lisa was behind the whole thing

anyway. He surreptiously pulled the waisband of his underwear up to

encase his now turgid penis. He almost walked into the classroom

door, he was so distracted.

Ken kept a (mostly) low profile. He made up excuses for no homework

and his poor grades. He didn’t care anyway. School was for losers.

He already knew how to read and write. Who the hell cared about

geometry anyway? You didn’t need geometry to drive race-cars. And he

knew as soon as he got his license, he would be the fastest guy in

town.

Ken looked for Dennis at lunch but he was nowhere to be found. He

spotted Lisa, and walking behind her, whispered in her ear. "Oooh,

Ken. I love your huge cock. Please come in my mouth again!" He

laughed uproariously as he dodged the apple core she had thrown at

him and went outside for a cigarette.

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Dennis walked into the locker room and the sight of all the boys

dressed in only their jock straps was too much for him! He covered

his practically invisible erection and walked out. He had to get

away before he did something embarrassing!

Dennis got in his car and drove downtown. He drove past the adult

bookstore and turned around. He had an inspiration. He would buy

some Playboy magazines! Then he would jerk off to them. He would

prove that he was normal, once and for all.

He put on his sunglasses and removed his school wrestling jacket. He

walked in as casually as he could manage, trying to look older than

he was. There were a couple of older guys walking around checking

out videos and magazines. He walked to the aisle furthest from the

counter and grabbed the nearest magazine.

Looking down at it he saw it was gay porn! It had two guys in

leather collars grabbing each others crotches! Gross! The magazine

was called ’Cock Sluts’. He tried to put the magazine back, thinking

he had mistakenly gone into the gay section. As he went to put it

back, he looked again at the cover. These guys had HUGE dicks! The

bulge in their pants showed every detail. One guy probably had nine

inches. He stood mesmerized, one hand unconciously fondling his own,

nearly non-existent dick. A large, muscular hand landed on his

shoulder and Dennis turned, hiding the magazine behind his back. "W-

What?" He asked of the man standing in front of him.

"Come this way." The man said sternly. He was huge and built like a

linebacker and was wearing a suit which Dennis thought must mean the

man worked there. Dennis was sure he was going to be kicked out of

the store. The man gestured at the magazine behind his back.

Dennis blushed deep red. He handed it over, saying, "I picked it up

by mistake! I thought it was a Playboy!" What if this guy called his

parents and told them he was looking at gay porn?!

The man was leading him to the back of the store. Oh no! He WAS

going to call his parents!

The older man glanced at the cover of the magazine and snorted."A

Playboy. Riiight. You sisy boys are all the same." He said with a

sneer.

Dennis was too scared to talk as the man opened a door and gestured

him inside. The room was barely larger than a closet and there was a

TV screen on one wall. Next to it was a coin slot. The room smelled

very funky and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years. As Dennis

turned around to ask what the hell was going on, he felt the two meaty

hands on his shoulders, pushing him to the ground. He crumpled to his

knees, staring at the well-dressed man’s zipper.

"Well! Start sucking, you cock slut!" The zipper was pulled down and

a 7", very thick cock was pointed at his mouth!

Dennis tried to protest, "NO, mister, pl- Mrmph"

The man had shoved his dick between Dennis’ lips. "Call me ’sir’, you

little pansy-assed faggot. Now suck me off!"

Dennis felt a hand on the back of his head pulling his eyes towards

the stranger’s belly. He then heard the clink of coins and a movie

started up behind him. Realizing this man was fucking his face,

Dennis was suddenly hard as a rock (well, a pebble anyway). He

started slurping and sucking noisily at the tool in his mouth. The

strange thoughts started spinning in his head again. ’Oh Yes. Oh

yes. I can’t help myself. I am a cock-sucker. I love to wear diapers

and suck cocks! I am a faggy little pampers boy!’ Dennis came and

continued to suck untill the man bucked and thrusted jerkily.

Finally, with a grunt of "Oh yeah!" the welll dressed man came in

Dennis’ mouth.

Dennis gagged and choked at the salty taste. He wanted to spit it

out, but instead swallowed it all, making sure he got every drop.

Dennis was sucking the now limp dick still in his mouth, ready to

come for the second time, when he felt the large rough hands push

him away.

The man put his dick back into his pants and zipped up. "I am the

owner of this establishment. I see you fags in here all the time,

and while I’m not gay, I sure love a good blowjob. Come back anytime

you want another ’Playboy’. You know what to do to get one now." The

magazine was dropped to the floor at Dennis’ knees. The man turned

around and left.

Dennis stayed looking down at the magazine on the floor. He couldn’t

believe what he had done. He had sucked a guy off like some sort of

fag! He wasn’t a fag. He liked women. He had a steady girlfriend and

had even felt her boobs. Fags don’t do that.

Dennis left, not looking at the other patrons as he did so. He drove

to the park and sat down. He watched the mothers and their babies

play. He got jealous, seeing children dressed only in diapers. ’No.

Not again! Please. I don’t want to like this. I’m normal. I don’t

like diapers. I’m not a fag!’

He walked back to his car. He knew what he was going to do. Even as

he willed himself to get in and drive home, he popped the trunk.

Grabbing a diaper he went into the Mens’ bathroom, checking to see

if any guys were in there. And only half-heartedly hoping there

weren’t.

TBC...

 

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