Buying Diapers

Chapter 4
buying Diapers 18.5 - 22

Buying Diapers 18.5

Author’s note: If you are not already familiar with them, I suggest

you read the stories of Mister SuperStar: ’Seduction’, ’Mischief’,

’Mayhem’, and ’Broken, as well as ’The Hassles of babysitting’

available at http://home.att.net/~nomdreserv/tainted_intro.htm.

Those wonderful stories are the birthplace of two of the characters

within this story. Used by permission.

Chapter 18.5 - TGIF

Linda was finishing up her monthly accounting reports when the phone

rang. "Advertising. This is Linda Haskins. "

"Hi Linda. This is Michelle Lormann. Your neighbor. Randy’s mom."

"Hi Michelle. Is something wrong?"

Michelle tried to sound casual. "Not really. I just wanted to talk

to you about a problem I think our boys have in common."

Linda was curious. Ken and Randy were very different in many ways.

She couldn’t picture the two of them having much in common. Though

she certainly felt it would do Ken good to be as studious and

polite as Randy was. "Problem? What problem?"

"My son has... Well, I mean he is a... Randy still wets at night."

She said in a rush. "And I heard it through the grapevine that Ken

also... ...you know."

Even though they were speaking over the phone, Linda blushed. She

was just as ashamed of Ken’s bedwetting as he was. She certainly

didn’t want the whole neighborhood to know. "How did you find out?

It must have been the secretary from school, right? I knew I

shouldn’t have told her."

"It really doesn’t matter. Gossip among the ladies. You know. The

point is, I think that the boys might have a sleep-over. They could

get to talk about their problem with a peer. Someone their own age."

Linda inhaled sharply, thinking how Ken would react if someone else

knew he still wet the bed. "You haven’t told anyone have you?"

"No, of course not. Like I said, Randy still wets too. I know how

embarrassed your son would be if anyone found out. I haven’t even

told Randy yet. I was hoping we could discuss it first and maybe

tell them together, so that they could have someone to talk to about

it. Randy doesn’t have many friends because he is always worried

they might want to spend the night some time."

Linda paused to collect her thoughts and digest this new

information. "I don’t think that is such a good idea. Ken is really

having a difficult time dealing with this. Having someone from

school know, would certainly make it harder."

"Well, OK. If you’re sure, I won’t tell Randy. It might be good in a

way. He has been dry three days in a row, now. Two more days and

he’ll be out of GoodNites." It feels good for Michelle to be able to

talk to someone about it, though. Someone who knows what she is

going through. She never told her family, because Randy begged her

not to. It made it hard to visit them.

"Randy is in Pull-ups too? And he is almost done, you say? I wish

Ken were that far along. Well thanks for letting me know. If Ken is

ever ready for that, I will call you, but I don’t think it’s a good

idea right now."

Michelle was a little disappointed, but not really surprised. What

if someone had called her and told her they knew her son was a bed

wetter?

The women said goodbye and hung up. Linda looked up to see her boss

motioning for her to come into his office.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Traff?" Robert Traff was easliy the most

handsome man in the office. Strong, chiseled features, sandy blond

hair and sea green eyes. If Michelle were not his assistant she

would have been flirting with him constantly. She also got the

feeling that the attraction was mutual and wondered how such a

handsome, successful man could still be single. She sat down

opposite him as he regarded her.

"Please, Linda, call me Bob. I’ve told you before there is no need

to stand on formalities." He smiled invitingly. He paused before he

continued. "I hate to ask you, but we need to go over the figures

for the Tuesday meeting. Our client is getting a little edgy about

the numbers. I need you to help me prepare for this presentation.

Can you stay late tonight?"

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After waiting for Dennis to take her home AGAIN, Lisa gave up and

went to the bus stop. She wondered what was wrong. Did Dennis not

like her anymore? He seemed awfully quiet around her these days.

Lisa saw Randy on the bus and wanted to try and talk to him again.

She started to get up but changed her mind. After yesterday, he

wouldn’t want to talk to her for some time. She sat back down and

worked on her other problem. Getting back those diapers. She knew it

would come to a head soon and she didn’t want to be caught in the

middle. She just didn’t know what to do. She needed to get some

money to buy them. Dennis didn’t have any and she couldn’t ask her

parents. They would want to know what it was for. She got off at her

stop, still thinking through all the angles.

Her mom was waiting for her as she came in. "Here. Take care of your

brother. I have to go back to church. Pastor Andrews needs

assistance setting up for the Norton-Lerner wedding tomorrow. We’ll

be back later. Your father is meeting me there to help."

"OK, mom." Lisa said, sighing inwardly. Her parents were always

working on some project at church. She wished they would stay home

more often. She hated looking after Nicky. Carrying him to his

playpen, she smelled a poopy diaper. Great. Lisa wonderd why he

always did that to her. The disgusting smell was overpowering. She

said to her little brother. "Why can’t you just use the potty or at

least wait for mom to do that?"

She brought him into the nursery, laid him down and pulled on a pair

of latex gloves. She had insisted to her mom that if she had to

change soiled diapers, she should at least have gloves. There was no

way she was going to touch that disgusting mess with her hands! She

sprayed the room first to mask the already pungent odor. She removed

the soiled Pamper and hastily wiped his butt. She wiped twice,

getting most of the icky mess off of him, grabbed a clean diaper and

taped it on. She threw the used one in the diaper genie and closed

the lid. She picked up her brother and brought him into the living

room, so she would not choke on the lingering smell. It was no use.

The living room stunk now, too.

She grabbed the stroller and strapped Nicky in. On the way out she

spotted the family bible and remembered her parents kept the

family’s ’emergency money’ inside. She opened it up and removed a

twenty. She could pick up the diapers at the store and be back

before her parents. When she got her allowance back, she would

return the money and no one would be the wiser.

Returning home, Lisa put the new bag of Pampers next to the changing

table. She would tell her folks that she had found them in the

garage and everything would be fine. No one would know. She fed her

brother and put him in the playpen, then put in a Barney video to

distract him while she did her homework.

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The rest of the school day, Randy tried harder than ever to avoid

Lisa and Dennis. He even nearly bumped into Ken during one of his

attempts to hide.

Strangely enough, Ken ingored it and kept walking. Randy wondered

why the biggest bully in the school had passed up an oppurtunity to

pick on his favorite subject. Usually Ken would have dumped him in

the trash, at least. He seemed distracted, and even a little

worried. "Good. Maybe he won’t bother me for a while."

After the last bell, he headed for home. Lisa was on the bus again.

She looked at him and seemed about to come over, but then she turned

away. Randy remembered what he had overheard today and thought that

it was time Lisa got hers for the ’diaper incident’, as he thought

of it.

Randy sat at the table to finish his homework. His mom had always

told him, "Do your homework the minute you come home. Then you can

have the rest of the evening free to do as you please." And he

certainly had something to do tonight!

He pulled the catalog out of it’s new hiding place; taped under his

dresser. He had an hour or so before his mom came home. After forty

minutes of searching, he had seen lots of curses, but not the one he

wanted for Lisa. Sighing inwardly, he decided to call and ask if the

operator knew the one he was looking for.

"Vengeance, Inc. We help you get back at people who stink." The

operator said and then giggled. It was the sexy voice of the

operator he had spoken to the other day. "Still having problems with

your gal-pal?"

Randy was no longer surprised at how much they knew. They used

magic, he was sure. "Yeah. I just found out she was behind the whole

thing. I thought of a good curse for her, but I can’t find it

anywhere in your book. Can I make her need to change diapers all the

time? I mean messy, smelly diapers. The bigger the mess and the

smellier the better. "

Susan sat back in her chair and smiled, remembering a craps game at

a casino she had attended several years ago. "We do offer custom

curses, of course. In fact, I used a very similar curse on someone

else once. He runs a chain of daycare centers now. We can do that

for you for $16.95. But why stop there? As long as she is changing

smelly diapers why not have her sniff them? I mean each and every

diaper she changes, she would feel compelled to shove it under her

nose and take a deep whiff. It’s only $3.00 more." And that much more

of your soul, she added silently.

What most of her clients didn’t know is that each curse they

requested corrupted their soul a little bit. Making them hungry for

more and more. The good-hearted people like Randy and his mother,

Michelle, took longer, but were more satisfying because of it. "That’s

what you get for not reading the small print.’

Randy thought that was a great idea! Now something she hated so much

would be a permanent part of her. The thought of her sniffing some

kid’s poopy diaper caused his penis to get semi-erect. He responded

excitedly. "Yeah! Let’s do it! The diaper changing and the sniffing."

He began rubbing himself excitedly through his pants.

"I’ll take care of it personally. I must say Randy, you are really

getting the hang of this. You might consider working for V.I. one

day. You certainly have the temperament. Is there anything else I

can do for you today?"

Randy thought that he had gotten even with Lisa for her cruelties.

He was satisfied that Lisa got what was coming to her. "No thanks. I

just wish I could see her actually sniffing a dirty diaper some

day."

"Seeing as how you’ve been such a good customer, I’ll try and

arrange that for you someday soon. OK?"

"Great! Thanks a lot, uhh.."

"Susan. Call me Susan, Randy. Thanks for doing business with V.I. We

hope to hear from you again." Susan hung up. She knew he would call

back for more. He was in too deep now. She was glad to be working in

her favorite area again. She didn’t know why, but she just loved

fucking with people in anyway that involved diapers. She would do

this in person. It was always more fun that way.

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Ken found Dennis at the park and the boys sat nervously together.

Ken smoked and wondered what Dennis would say if he knew that Ken

was wetting the bed now and his mom was putting him in GoodNites.

Just like the ones Randy had to wear.

Ken is sitting there because he doesn’t want to go home to the babyish

reminders in his bedroom. Dennis doesn’t want to be there but is

afraid to move lest Ken hear the rustling of the diaper that is in

his pants and is worried that Ken might find out that Dennis has

just sucked off a guy in a porn shop. So he sat there and listened

to Ken talk and smoke. Eventually, Ken headed home. Dennis sighed in

relief. He got up, noting the crinkly sound was less loud than he

expected and got into his car. The soft padding gently rubbing his

tiny penis was almost more than he could bear.

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Linda and Bob had gone over everything twice, when Bob looked at his

watch. "Good Lord! Look at the time. No wonder I’m so famished. Let

me buy you dinner. We can wrap this up over dessert."

Linda was enjoying her time with Bob and was glad of the offer.

"Just let me call home and make sure my son is OK, then we can go."

Even though it was just a business dinner, Linda was more than happy

to spend more time with him.

Bob grabbed his coat while she picked up her purse and called home.

No one answered, so she left Ken a message to fix his own dinner.

She covered the mouthpiece, looking around the room. No one was

close by, as the office was nearly empty. "I have to work late

tonight. And be sure to put your Pull-Ups on and be in bed by 8:30

if I am not home by then."

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When Ken got near his house he saw that his mom was not home yet. He

walked in expecting to see a note. The message machine was flashing.

He pressed ’play’ and listened. "Hi Ken. It’s mom. You will have to

fix yourself some dinner. There’s Mac and cheese in the cupboard as

well as canned soup and sandwiches." Then her voice lowered. "I have

to work late tonight. And be sure to put your Pull-Ups on and be in

bed by 8:30 if I am not home by then."

Ken immediately erased the tape. Damn it! Why did she have to say

that? What if someone at her work had overheard? What if (he

shuddered) Dennis or Lisa had been there when he played the tape?

Ken made sandwiches and left the mess for his mom to clean up. He

played video games, destroying robots as viciously as he could.

Well, at least one good thing came of this. His mom wouldn’t try and

put on his GoodNite for him again. That was the worst.

At eight-fifteen, he got up and walked to his room. He pulled on his

GoodNites and went back downstairs, figuring to play video games

until his mom’s car pulled up and then rush to bed before she got

in. He sat down to play, but ten minutes later he got up and started

walking to his room. Again he tried to stop. Turn around and go back

to the game. His pace slowed down as he started to sweat. He fought

with all his might. ’I don’t need to go to bed now! I’m sixteen for

fuck’s sake!’ He opened his door and looked at his clock. 8:29. He

climbed into bed and lay there. ’This is ridiculous! She’s not even

here. She won’t know if I play video games until she gets home. But

he didn’t get up. He lay there fighting with his body, untill at

last, exhausted, he fell asleep.

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Dinner was pleasant and the wine made conversation easy. Both Bob

and Linda were relaxed and having a good time. Occasionally Linda

thought that Bob was enjoying her presence in more than a business

way. She felt warm all over. As they ate dessert, they finalized the

plans for the presentation. Afterward, Bob walked her to her car and

kissed her good night. Linda responded in kind and the kiss ingered.

There was an awkward silence as they parted and they both said

goodnight again. Bob was humming as he walked to his car. Linda

recognized the tune. ’When Love Comes To Town’

Linda had the most pleasant drive home she had ever remembered.

Linda walked into a darkened house. Ken had left his video game on

again. She turned it off, only then noticing the time. It was after

ten o’clock! She crept up the stairs and checked on Ken. He was

snoring lightly, his covers half-off. She could see that he was

wearing his ’GoodNites’ but the light was too poor to see if he had

wet. She didn’t want to wake him and disturb his rest so she shut

the door quietly and headed to her room.

It took five minutes before Linda realized she had been humming as

she got ready for bed.

Chapter 19 - A New Day Has dawned (Sat. Morning. Day 5)

Ken got up at 5:30. His alarm clock was unnecessary. He had slept

nearly eight and-a-half hours. He got out of bed, noting that his

GoodNites were soaked again. They had even leaked a bit. The sheets

had tiny wet spots on them. Ken pulled the covers neatly over his

bed. He would have to change them when his mom went shopping. She

always did on Saturdays. He would just play ’Robot Destruction’

untill she left.

He threw the wet GoodNite in the bottom drawer with the others. He

grabbed a clean GoodNite and stepped into it, pulling it up. ’That

must be why mom calls them Pull-Ups’. He paused, wincing at the

memory.

Linda opened the door and saw Ken with his ’GoodNites’ around his

knees. The Pull-up was still white, the words ’dry’ repeated on the

front.

Ken covered himself up. He had been caught! "Mom! No!" He blushed

furiously.

His mom yawned. "Don’t be silly. I’ve seen you naked before. I am

glad to see you are dry this morning. Go ahead and take it off and

give it to me. I’ll throw it in the trash and you can mark your

calendar. Then hurry down. Breakfast is on the table."

Glad that his mom hadn’t caught on that he was actually putting ON a

GoodNite, he turns and removes his ’underwear’ and says, "So early?

What’s going on?"

"Your Aunt Martha called the other night. She wants us to come out

and visit. She says she has some great news. Hurry up. We are

leaving in an hour."

Now he wouldn’t have time to wash his sheets untill tomorrow. It

took almost three hours each way. They wouldn’t be back until late.

Ken tried to think of a way out of this mess. He didn’t want to see

his stupid cousin. He would just piss and shit all over himself,

drooling like an idiot. He definitely didn’t want his mom to see

them side-by-side. Seeing her nephew in a diaper, standing next to

her bed-wetting son might give her some bad ideas!

While he ate, Linda went upstairs and packed a bag for Ken. After

grabbing some socks, underwear and a t-shirt, she reached into the

closet for his ’protection’. She pulled open the bag and frowned.

The bag was less full than it should have been. There were eight

missing and there should have been only five. She checked again in

the closet and found a set of laundered sheets, still slightly

stained. She pulled back Ken’s bedding then quickly searched the

room. When she pulled open the bottom drawer of Ken’s dresser she

found three wet Pull-Ups! The smell hit her immediately. Stale

urine. She shouted down the hall, "Ken! Come here right NOW!"

Ken finished his cereal and walked up the stairs. When he looked

into his room, he paled. His mom was there holding up the wet

GoodNites! Behind her, his bed was uncovered, the stain on his

blanket and sheets clearly visible. She eyed him angrily.

Ken started to stammer an excuse but Linda cut him off. "I don’t

want to hear it! Take these THINGS and throw them into the trash.

We’ll discuss this later. We are leaving in five minutes." She

grabbed a Pull-Up, shoved it into his suitcase and snapped it shut.

She glared at him as she left the room.

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As Lisa was eating breakfast, her mom and dad walked in with

concerned looks on their faces. Lisa was working on her second bowl

of cereal, a new thing for her. She had always tried to stick

closely to her diet. Even with the recent weight gain though, she

just couldn’t help herself. She had eaten almost nothing yesterday

and she was absolutely starving this morning. Still, the only

clothes that fit her were an old sweat-suit that she wore last year

before she lost much of her baby fat.

"Lisa, we are going out this morning. Watch Nicky and try and get

him to use the potty." Her father said. "Also, I think that you have

had enough breakfast this morning. Perhaps you should cut down on

the snacking, too." He suggested, noting privately that she had

developed rolls of fat around her waist. Her face had also filled

out, reminding him of when she was younger. "You seem to have gained

some extra weight." He added, unnecessarily.

Lisa blushed. She hadn’t been snacking! And she was at a total loss

to explain her recent weight gain. Did her parents think she enjoyed

looking like this. She lowered her eyes and replied in a quiet voice,

"OK, dad."

Lisa sat down to write her World History paper, her parents having

left ten minutes previously and Nicky was still asleep. Looking up,

she nearly jumped out of her skin! There was a pretty young woman

she had never seen before, standing right in fron of her. She was

smiling in an odd way and seemed to be examining Lisa as if she were

an object of some kind.

"Hello Lisa. No, don’t get up. This won’t take long." The blond

woman said. "I just wanted you to know, your brother has crapped

himself and you should change him now."

Lisa couldn’t understand what this woman wanted with her or even how

she got into her house. "What are you doing in my house? And how do

you know about my brother?" She asked.

"Don’t worry about that now, tubby. I just want to make sure you

know how to change a dirty diaper properly and I am here to make

sure you do. Now, get up and go change him. Who knows? You might

even enjoy it." Susan’s ample breasts bounced as she giggled.

Lisa got up. She walked over to Nicky’s crib, keeping an eye on this

strange woman. But the compulsion she was under would not let her

disobey. Would not let her confront this mysterious person. She

looked in on her brother and noticed immediately that the blond

woman was right. The room reeked!

She picked up her brother, waking him up in the process. Lisa tried

to hold her breath as she reached for the diapers and wipes. As she

grabbed a pair of gloves the soft voice of the other woman said,

"No. I don’t think so. No more gloves for you, ever. Don’t bother

with the wipes this time either. I want you to wipe it up with your

hands." More giggling, this time even a small laugh came from her

tormentor.

She immediately put the gloves and the wipes back. ’No way! There is

no way I am going to wipe up his crap with my hands!’ She thought as

she untaped the diaper.

But she did. The stench was worse than before, but what made her gag

was the fact that she was actually scooping the slimy mess right off

his butt and crotch! "Please. Whatever you’re doing, please stop

it!" She heard only more laughter in response. It was the kind of

laughter she heard from other girls when they had been told a

humorous story. The woman was enjoying this! She continued to scoop

up the foul mess and scrape it into the soiled diaper lying at her

brother’s feet. He looked back at her smiling, as if he too, were

enjoying her predicament.

"You may use some wipes now. But just on him. Not yourself." Susan

commanded, circling to face Lisa. The look on the girl’s face was

priceless! She looked at the teen’s shit covered fingers with glee.

But she wasn’t done yet. She had another surprise or two for the

girl still.

Linda grabbed the wipes and mechanically wiped the last of the mess

from her brother. She tried to clean her fingers at the same time,

but only managed to remove whatever came off as she cleaned her

brother. Just like the woman had ordered, she left the rest on her

hands.

"Now that he is clean, perhaps you should dispose of that stinky

mess." Susan suggested. "Or whatever. Do what you feel like."

Lisa picked up the diaper intending to throw it away and get rid of

this woman, whoever she was. Then she would call the police.

Instead she cradled the open diaper and raised it to her face. The

closer it got the more she fought back. What was she doing? She

brought it to an inch from her nose. She then did the last thing

that would ever have occured to her to do. She inhaled deeply

through her nose. The now overpowering smell of shit and baby powder

filled her nostrils! She was disgusted at herself! How could she be

doing this? What power over her did this young woman have?

Normally, if anyone had done this even just in front of Lisa, she

would have thrown up. But she was doing it herself. And even though

the smell totally grossed her out, she found herself enjoying it in

some strange way. As she inhaled deeply Susan reached underneath her

hands and shoved the diaper up, smashing the mess all over Lisa’s

face. The gooey mess was warm and soft. As it squished around

covering her from her chin to her eyebrows, Lisa tried to pull away

and her tormentor pushed the diaper still harder until she could

hardly breathe. Then the hand released her and let the diaper come

away from her face. She looked at the smiling woman who was now

holding the box of baby wipes to her.

Susan felt she could never get enough of this. Her insides felt all

warm and fuzzy! She was practically dancing with glee, she was so

happy. But she knew she had to control herself. Pushing the diaper

into the girl’s face had been a bonus for her. Strictly speaking,

she wasn’t supposed to do "freebies" when she was on the clock. But

it was sooo delicious watching the horror and disgust behind the

girl’s eyes as she wiped the mess from her face. ’This is what it’s

all about.’ Susan felt.

But now, back to business. "From now on, you will change diapers

every oppurtunity you get. You will go out of your way to make sure

you get to change the smelliest, nastiest diapers around. The larger

the mess; the better. Now matter how gross you find it, and you WILL

still be disgusted by it, You will live for changing dirty diapers.

And every time you do, you will want to smell them. Bring them up to

your face and breathe deeply. And for that moment, when you are

sniffing someones wet or dirty diaper, you will be happy. Like an

addiction, you won’t want to wait for the next one. You will even

make excuses to change a diaper. Also, I want you to forget this

when I leave. I don’t want you to know why you LOVE changing diapers

so much. It’ll be more fun with that way. You’ll wonder why you are

doing it. Why you just can’t stop yourself from changing and sniffing

the messiest diapers you can find. Well, it will be more fun for me

anyway."

Lisa had finished wiping her face and threw the used wipes in the

diaper. Her brother lay there smiling as if he understood what was

happening and approved. But, no, Lisa thought. He was just happy to

be out of the dirty diaper. Lisa threw the whole mess into the

diaper genie then placed a clean diaper on Nicky and placed him in

the playpen, the blond following him into the living room, still

giggling madly. She suddenly was free to move again on her own. She

turned and faced the woman. "But why? Why are you doing this to me?

What did I ever do to you?"

Susan looked at the pleading girl, barely containing her mirth. The

brown spot on the now overweight girl’s nose (which Susan had caused

her not to notice) was just icing on the cake! "Why, Chunky-butt!

I’m surprised at you! What do you think you could possibly have done

to me? Eaten my lunch?" Laughing hysterically, Susan disappeared.

Linda looked around in confusion. Why wasn’t she working on her

paper? What was Nick doing in the playpen? She walked over to him

and saw him staring at her vacantly. She checked his diapers and

noticed somewhat disappointedly, they were still clean.

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Ken used the bathroom, then got into the rear seat. He wanted to be

as far away from his mom as possible.

The ride was not pleasant.

When they had at last arrived at the city limits of the Johannsen

home, his mother turned to him. "We are staying the night tonight. I

WAS going to let you put your Pull-up on by yourself, since it

seemed you were acting responsibly about your ’problem’. Apparently

I was wrong to trust you. From now on, I will put your Pull-Ups

on.."

Ken interrupted her. "They’re GoodNites mom!"

"QUIET! As I was saying I will put your Pull-Ups on every night for

you. And I will take them off every morning. You will not remove

them at all. If you do, I will tell your entire school that you are

the ’diaper kid’ on that tape that was played at your school last

week.! Is that clear?"

Ken was shocked into silence. She knew about the tape! How? Yet, she

didn’t seem to know that Ken was the one who made it. Of course, no

one would believe it was him on that tape, would they? Would his mom

really tell the school that? He doubted it. Still, she was pretty

mad about him hiding the Pull-Ups - GoodNites, he corrected himself.

It was better not to find out. He hung his head. "Yes" He mumbled.

"Good! Now, if you can act civil towards your aunt and cousin today,

maybe I won’t put your GoodNites on in front of them."

"What!? No, mom, please! I swear it ..."

She cut him off again. "It doesn’t matter what you say, Ken. It all

depends on what you DO. Its up to you now. Behave or let everyone

know you wear Pull-Ups." She turned back and resumed driving. She

hoped her bluff had worked. She would never tell anyone at the

school such a lie, of course. Nor did she want to embarrass her son

in front of her sister and retarded nephew. Not that David would

care or even understand. But, still...

She pulled into her sister’s driveway and honked the horn. Martha

came out and greeted them both warmly. She never forgave Ken for all

the teasing he’d done to her son, but family was family. Besides, he

was a teenager. She knew he would outgrow it, if he hadn’t already.

"Linda! Kenny! How good to see you both. Come inside. Do you need

help with your bags?" The last was said as she hugged her sister.

The family settled in, their bags were brought to the guest rooms.

The two sisters fell to chatting and Ken pulled out his Game Boy,

trying to drown out the conversation.

"Where’s David? Is everything OK? What’s the good news?" Linda

wanted to know everything at once.

"Davey’s taking a nap right now. I’ll wake him in a minute.

Everything is fine. I actually have two surprises. The first is: I

got my nursing degree!"

Linda shrieked with joy. "Congratulations! When did this happen?"

"Just last week. I am now a full Registered Nurse! I am starting job

hunting next week! The other good news is - Oh I want to show you.

Wait here!"

Martha walked over to her son’s room and a few minutes later came

out with her nineteen year old son in tow. He was dressed only in a

t-shirt and underpants, his mom obviously having just woke him up.

Ken was playing his video game and did not see what the surprise was

at first.

Linda gasped! "Oh Martha! When did this happen? David, Look at you!

You’re in big-boy pants now!" She beamed at her nephew.

At that, Ken looked up from his game. His cousin was indeed wearing

underwear. Ken couldn’t believe it! How did that retard ever learn

how to use the toilet? Aloud he said, "Big deal. He’s nineteen for

Christ sake! It’s about time." He turned back to his game.

Both women turned on him angrily. "How dare you!" His aunt

exclaimed. His mother looked at him warningly. "Ken! Remember the

discussion we had in the car!"

Ken gulped. "I’m sorry. I mean, good for you Davey!" He patted his

cousin on the head.

His cousin smiled stupidly back at him. "Me big boy! Me no wear

dipowz!" He proudly declared.

Martha glared at Ken and took David back into his room and dressed

him for the mall outing. Soon they were back and ready to go.

"Davey, do you need to potty before we go?" Martha asked her son.

Davey shouted "Potty! Potty! Me go Potty!" And headed for the

bathroom.

Linda turned to her son. "You shoud go before we leave, too."

Ken looked at her, exasperated. "I’m not a retard like Davey, mom."

Both women glared at him again. "I mean uhh, No thanks, mom. I don’t

need to go right now."

Chapter 20 - Saturday. The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.

Randy woke up and felt the urge to pee. He stood up and felt the dry

GoodNite rub against him. He smiled even as he looked down, knowing

what he would see. Four days in a row! He quickly drew them off and

lightly tossed them onto his bed. He went straight to the bathroom

and peed, holding his penis with both hands to keep his aim steady.

It was another long stream. He smiled with pleasure and relief. His

mom was clanking around the kitchen, already making breakfast. It

felt as if his feet weren’t touching the floor as he entered the

kitchen ten minutes later and fully dressed for the day. His mom

looked up at him as he tossed the GoodNite into the trash, it was a

hook shot from twelve feet away. Perfect aim! It landed softly on

top of the other trash filling the can. Not with a plop, the sound a

wet GoodNite would have made, but more like a soft sigh.

Michelle was delighted! She allowed herself to hope that this could

be the end of Randy’s ’Night Problem’. She congratulated him,

saying, "If you make it tomorrow, we will have to celebrate! How

about a whole day with just the two of us? We could play miniature

golf in the morning, go to ’Ye Olde Pizza’ in the afternoon and then

we can go see a movie! How about ’Narnia’?

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Half the country away, several men wearing power suits were

conferring at a large office building. "As of Monday our

non-competition clause expires and we need to be prepared to

re-enter this market. While we can’t use the old name or logo, there

is nothing in the contract that forbids us from using one of our

current brand names. This will have the effect of reducing our

advertising, increasing name recognition and give us a head start on

building up our customer base. With a minor reworking of the

packaging of course." The other men in the room listened and nodded

their heads in agreement. It was a lucrative market as they all

knew. They didn’t even have to retool their factories, the speaker

assured them. One of their less productive factories had already

done the minimal conversion necessary and was, even now, in

production.

One of others looked up and asked, "But what about the packaging? It

doesn’t seem like such a minor detail to me. Plus, we haven’t even

started the advertising campaign. That should be running at least

six weeks before the product release date."

The first speaker, wearing a black tie in contrast to the rest of

the room’s more flashy attire, smiled as if he had been waiting for

these questions. Which in fact, he had. "Good points, Jim. As for

the packaging, we have a mock-up here, minus only the picture." He

held up his hands forestalling the next question. "And we will have

a spokes-model for the package, print ads and television advertising

by the end of the week. We have a meeting early this week to

finalize our detergent campaign and they have someone who is perfect

for our product. They are hungry for business and I am sure they

will have no problem adding this campaign on to the exising one.

Now, if you will excuse me gentlemen. I, like the rest of you, would

like to spend my weekend on other activities." He picked up his lap

top, folders and displays and exitted the room. There was an excited

buzz in the air as the others picked up their belongings and

followed suit.

Outside the door, the black-tied man reached into his pocket and

switched off a small electronic device. He tossed the case in the

trash chute, and resumed his normal appearance.

The receptionist at the front desk looked up wonderingly as a man

wearing a black leather overcoat and wide brimmed black leather hat

walked by. She turned back to answer a phone, forgetting him almost

immediately.

Jeremy was satisfied. The disguise and the device in his pocket

insured that the men in the room would agree with him and follow out

his plans long after he was gone, each thinking one of the other

executives had presented the idea. He sauntered along the busy

streets of Cincinatti, stopping only to "remind" a beat cop how much

he really loved wearing women’s underwear.

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Dennis lay sweating and panting on his bed. He was grateful the rest

of the family had gone to the movies. It was the middle of the day

and he had already jacked off three times! The magazine ’Cock

Sluts’, was open on his pillow. He had imagined himself to be every

one of the cock-suckers in the book. He had pictured himself there

sucking those huge dongs while wearing nothing but big diapers.

Large enough to fit him. Two ratty, beat up Pampers lay under him,

coated with his sperm.

He was shivering with shame and fear. "How did this happen to me? I

never thought of myself as a... a... " He knew he wasn’t gay. He’d

never go back to that store. He would throw the Pampers away and just

be normal again. "I’m not a ’faggy little Pampers boy.’ I’m not." He

thought about the phrase that haunted his sexual fantasies. It seemed

familiar. Had he heard it before?

All of a sudden, it was if a light went off in his head. Randy! He

had written those very same words about Randy when he had tried to

get the diapers back for Lisa. And then he had grabbed the Pampers

from the bag and... ran his fingers over the silky smooth plastic.

He had felt the padding give beneath his fingers so invitingly...

Dennis began to unconciously rub his penis with his forefinger. Soon

he was lying face down on the sticky white diapers, once again

thrusting. Mindlessly moaning as the pictures began to flash in his

head. A sound-track repeating endlessly: "Pampers! I love getiing

fucked and sucking dick while wearing Pampers!"

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The mall trip was boring. The two women chatted and looked at shoes,

mostly. Davey held his mom’s hand and was given lots of attention by

the sales ladies. When he suddenly blurted out he ’could use the

potty now’, the women just melted. Both sisters recieved rather

large discounts after this happened.

Ken tried to distance himself from them. He stayed outside of the

’girlie stores’ and tried to hit on chicks. As he was being rejected

for the twentieth time, he spotted a blonde bombshell! She had the

hugest tits Ken had ever laid eyes on! She looked to be in her early

twenties and was headed right to him.

"Hi there, stud! My name is Susan. Susan Smith." She spoke in a

sultry voice, looking him up and down.

Ken couldn’t believe his luck! This chick was hot for him and she

was good looking enough that she could get anybody she wanted. "Uh

Hi. My name’s Ken Haskins"

Susan circled the boy and licked her lips. "Delicious!" she said

huskily.

Ken decided to ditch his family fast, before they ruined the moment.

Obviously, this woman thought he was older than he was. Having a mom

and a retarded cousin around could blow the whole deal! "How about

joining me in the food court for lunch? Maybe get to know each other

better?"

Susan waited for the right moment. A bunch of girls were passing by,

astonished to see someone so mature and sexy talking to a teen-ager.

They started whispering among themselves, wondering what she saw in

him, when...

Ken felt something warm and wet around his crotch. Susan looked down

in mock surprise and disgust. "Did you just wet your pants?" She

asked in a loud, carrying voice.

Ken looked down in horror! He had! In fact, he was STILL wetting his

pants! The dark stain grew even as he watched. He tried to clamp

down, but nothing happened!

The teen girls started shrieking with laughter! Ken didn’t know what

to do! He stood rooted to the spot as the blonde bombshell looked at

him again. This time with an evil mocking look on her face.

"Ohhh. Did the little boy get so excited by the pretty girls that

hims had an accident?" She cooed in baby talk. "Where’s the little

boy’s mommy, so she can put him in a diaper?"

Just then, Linda, Martha and Davey exited the store, having heard

the commotion. Linda looked at her son in shock. "Ken Haskins! What

did you just do?!"

Susan turned to the approaching women. When they got close enough,

she froze them all and made sure no one would notice them. For now

anyway. She looked over the situation and decided to get a little

creative. after spending a couple of minutes with the women and Ken,

she changed her outfit into one matching the sales girls inside. She

wanted to watch this first hand!

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Linda looked again at the pretty sales lady. She blinked. What had

happened? She turned back to Ken and it came back to her in a flash.

He had wet his pants in the mall! The sales lady was trying to get

him into one of the dressing booths so no one would notice. She was

so helpful.

Linda grabbed Ken’s hand. "You heard the lady. Into the changing

room now!" She shoved him into a booth. "And stay there unless you

want everyone to see a sixteen year-old pants wetter!"

Martha and Davey followed them into the store. The helpful sales

lady offered to pick out some new pants for the boy to wear and

Linda thanked her profusely. She was so embarrassed! That her

teenage soon would wet his pants like a little boy!

Martha turned to Linda. "Sis, if I were you I would go to the

Wal-mart two doors down and buy Ken some ’protection’. In case it

happens again. Davey and I are going to use the bathroom. We’ll meet

you at Chez Panisse. It’s down that way." She pointed.

Linda agreed with her instantly. She didn’t want a repeat of this

during lunch. She excused herself and went to the diaper aisle of

the large box-style store.

Ken’s mind reeled in shock. He had just wet his pants in front of

EVERYONE! His mom, his aunt, even his retarded cousin. That girls he

had been checking out had mocked him, talking to him like he was a

baby and laughing hysterically! He didn’t know what was happening.

First he wet his bed and now his pants! He had to put a stop to this

right now! He was unaware that even as he railed against the

unfairness of it all, more urine dribbled slowly into his pants.

Linda walked up and down the diaper aisle, fuming. How could he DO

this to her. Embarrasing himself in front of her sister and nephew

like that. But she knew how to put a stop to that. She found the

Pull-Ups section. She looked down farther to find the largest size.

The bottom row. Only it was empty! Or nearly so, she realized. As

she scanned the shelf again she noticed there was one package marked

extra-extra-large. Strange. She was sure it hadn’t been there a

second ago. She picked it up, reading the package: "Pampers

Easy-Ups. With NEW Tear Away Sides for easy clean up." She looked at

the toddler on the package wearing one of the garments and smiling.

There was a purple dinosaur on the front surrounded by colorful

stars. She checked the side more carefully and learned that the

dinosaur’s name was Barney, and that the stars faded when the child

was wet.

She frowned. She knew that Ken needed this protection. But these

were so babyish he would refuse to wear them! She checked the

shelves again. The only other thing she could find was a package of

Depends ’briefs’. The same diaper that David wears. Used to wear,

she corrected herself. Well, between the two, she knew which one she

would pick if she needed that kind of protection. Nobody in their

right mind would want to wear a diaper. She took the bag of Easy-Ups

and spotting a package of baby wipes, grabbed those too. She headed

to the counter.

The cashier she approached looked bored. She handed him the package

and he slid it over the scanner. *BEEP* The cashier looked at his

register and frowned. He ran it over again and again. Still nothing.

He checked the bar code and everything seemed to be in order. He

picked up the microphone and called out, "I need a price check on

Extra Extra-Large Pampers Easy-Ups."

Linda’s cheeks started to burn as customers began to line up behind

her, wondering what the hold up was. Soon a balding middle-aged man

came trotting over. He said to the cashier, "What do you mean EXTRA

Extra-Large Easy-Ups? We don’t carry them in larger than

Extra-Large. I don’t think they even make them larger than that!"

The man checked over the package and saw that the clerk was right.

"What the Heck? Well, we don’t have a price for that in the

computer. Just charge her for the extra-large ones." He enterred the

code for the clerk, and scanned the wipes as well.

Linda paid the clerk and the boy put her purchases in a filmy

plastic bag. She moved hastily for the exit, her ears now burning as

brightly as her cheeks.

While Susan pretended to pick out new clothing for Ken, she observed

Linda’s shopping trip. When she picked up the Easy-Ups that Susan

had just put there, Linda felt a rush of pleasure! She had always

preferred Pampers to any other diaper. The Barney print was one of

those touches she liked to add for ’extra spice’. Making sure the

bag couldn’t be scanned left her moaning quietly, the warm wetness

between her legs having nothing to do with urine. This was going to

be more fun than even she had anticpated!

As Linda approached the store, Susan grabbed a lemon yellow pair of

sweat pants out of thin air. She proceeded to the "changing" room

and when Linda got there shortly thereafter, began to apologize. "I

am sorry ma’am. These are the only pants we have that will fit. This

store normally caters to smaller sized women."

Linda accepted the pants, handing the clerk her credit card. Susan

handed the card to a real clerk, who rang up the purchase.

Ken looked up as his mother entered the stall. She had a pair of

yellow pants and a plastic bag. "Well. What are you waiting for?!"

Linda demanded. Take those wet things off and put them in this bag."

She said handing him one of the clothing store’s fashionable totes.

She passed the tote over the door to Susan and stood before her

naked son, glaring. She handed the wipes to him and told him to

clean up.

Ken looked at the wipes in his mothers hands. They were clearly

marked as baby wipes! Surely, she didn’t expect him to use them? She

stared at him steadily, until he grabbed the wipes and began rubbing

them into his crotch. ’This has got to be the lowest moment in my

life!’ He thought. Finishing with the wipes he grabbed for the clean

pants, but his mom pulled them away.

Linda kew this would be the hard part and steeled herself. If Ken

couldn’t control himself, she would have to do it for him! She

reached in the bag, tore open the top and pulled out one of the

Easy-Ups. "Put this on now." She commanded.

Ken saw at once that she had bought him more ’GoodNites’ and backed

away from her, bumping into the corner and covering himself with his

hands.

"You can wear these or you can wear adult diapers. Like your cousin

used to. Your choice."

Slowly Ken lowered his hands. "Please mom! It was an accident! It

will NEVER happen again! I swear!"

Linda spun her son around and swatted him on the rear. *SMACK!* "It

shouldn’t have happened the first time!" Her voice was raised in

anger. "Now you can wear these Pull-Ups like at you do at night, or

you can wear DIAPERS! Now hold still while I put this on!" She made

him lift his feet one at a time and pulled the training pants all the

way up. Linda was privately amazed at how still he stood, no longer

offering any resistance.

Just then, Susan, the nice sales lady opened the door all the way,

exposing them to the whole store. "Anything I can do to... Ooops!

Sorry about that." She closed the door quickly, but not before

everyone nearby had a good look at the teen-aged boy wearing

Pull-Ups with the smiling face of Barney on the back.

Ken turned around instinctively as the door opened. He saw a crowd

of women staring at him. Drawn by the commotion within, many people

had come to see what the problem was. A sea of faces. Some grinning,

others stared in open-mouthed shock to see a boy who was obviously

of high school age being put into Barney Pull-Ups by his mother!

Ken fainted.

Chapter -21- We All Gotta Duck When The Shit Hits The Fan!

"Ken. Ken! Wake up!" Ken came to, wondering why he was sitting up in

bed. He opened his eyes at his mothers demand that he do so. Things

began swimming into focus. His mother was fanning him with some

piece of paper. He looked around at all the people milling around

the shops and... It all came back to him! All those people staring

at him. He was wearing GoodNites! His hands shot down, covering his

private area. Only, he felt fabric. He looked down and saw that he

was now dressed in yellow stretch pants! The bulge of his GoodNites

were showing through. He noticed something else. The chair he was

in. It was a wheelchair! He was in the middle of the mall in a

wheelchair wearing a GoodNite! Ken got up suddenly, keeping his

hands over his crotch.

"Sit down!" His mother said, pushing him down by his shoulders. The

crinkling sound he made as he complied was obvious to both of them.

Linda looked him in the eye. "You need to wear these Ken. I know

it’s embarrassing, but I can’t have you wetting your pants again

while we are eating lunch. Susan was kind enough to get us this

wheelchair from the mall’s special sevices department when you

fainted. Now we are going to meet Martha and David at the restaraunt

and I think you should stay in the wheelchair during lunch in case

you pass out again."

"But..."

"Ken, listen to me. Those pants are a little tight on you. It was

all they had to fit you. Its kind of- obvious- that you have

Pull-ups on, wearing those. If you stay in the wheelchair, and keep

your hands on your lap, no one can see a thing. If we’re careful

nobody has to know what you’re wearing OK?"

Ken looked pleadingly into his mom’s eyes. "Can’t we just go home?"

Linda looked patiently at her son. "Ken, your aunt drove us here. I

am not even sure how to get back to our car anyways. We’ll just have

lunch and Aunt Martha will drive us home. All right, honey?" seeing

him in a wheel chair wearing Pull-Ups, Ken loked very childish and

unconciously,(thanks in part to Susan) she was talking to him him

like a small child.

Ken knew there was no way around it. He looked at his knees and

nodded.

Linda smiled at her son. "We’ll be done soon, I promise. And then

we’ll go, right after."

Martha and David were waiting for them. Martha looked questioningly

at her sister, nodding at the chair Ken sat in. Linda shook her head

at her sister and Martha didn’t press further.

The maitre d’ seated them and the waiter took their order. Ken was

not hungry, but his mom ordered a child’s plate for him. Martha did

the same for Davey.

The maitre d’ returned to their table. He offered the women bibs,

used for crab, for the boys. Davey was obviously a ’special child’

and he noted the package of what appeared to him to be diapers, in

the basket behind the wheel chair so assumed that Ken would need one

as well.

Martha graciously accepted, knowing her son was a messy eater and

this was a fancy restaraunt. Linda declined despite the maitre d’s

suggestion that it might make clean up easier for the wait staff.

The women finished their lunch and paid the tab, tipping generously.

Linda wheeled Ken out to the main part of the mall and towards the

door. A mall security guard stopped them at the door. "You can’t

take the mall wheelchair outside ma’am. You need to pull up your

vehicle and we can assist your boy to get in, if he needs it."

Martha said they would get the car and took Davey with her.

Linda had Ken get out of the chair and handed him her purchases,

which he used to cover his Pull-Up. Suddenly, the bag containing the

Easy-Ups tore at the bottom, spilling its contents across the floor.

Linda quickly started collecting the training pants strewn about

her. Several boys walking by helped Linda to pick them up. Then one

of the boys noticed a very frightened Ken trying to hide behind a

potted plant. As he stared at the yellow stretch pants the boy was

wearing, he spotted what was obviously Pull-Ups showing through the

stretched-thin garment. The boy, hardly thirteen years old, pointed

at Ken and called to his friends. "Hey! Guess who those Pull-Ups are

for!"

Ken knelt and bent over, trying to hide himself from view and the

boys ridicule. *RIIIIP* The seam at the back of his pants gave way,

revealing the smiling dinosaur to passersby. Linda grabbed the rest

of her packages and hurried over to help the now sobbing Ken. The

boys were roaring with laughter as the stocky security guard shooed

them off.

Fortunately for Ken, Martha had pulled up front and Linda hurried

the crying boy into the car. Unnoticed by the guard, the boys or the

Haskins’, Susan looked on in pleasure. ’What a fantastic day!’ It

was amazing what a little ripping spell could do. ’Sometimes’, she

thought, ’It’s the little things that make the difference.’

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Lisa stared at her feet, wondering what her parents were going to

do. They stood in front of her angrily. Her father had the family

bible in his hands. His mother was shouting at the top of her lungs,

not bothering for once to worry about Nicky, who was crying in his

crib.

They had been home only a minute and gone to add some money to their

emergency fund and had spotted the missing money immediately. Her

father asked her, "Have you been stealing money from this family

just to buy snacks?"

Lisa had tried to deny it and her parents got angrier by the minute.

They finally came to a decision. Lisa would repay the money and

another $60.00 besides the original sum. Lisa would earn the money

by babysitting for the kids in the neighborhood. Until she paid it

all back, she would be on restriction. No dances, no after school

activities. She was to stay home on the weekends with two

exceptions: Church and babysitting.

And maybe a trip to Lane Bryant, her mother added wryly. Her father

would drive her to the church immediately to confess her sin to her

pastor. Then she would come straight home and figure out who she could

sit for, starting with her brother.

Lisa knew she deserved it, but she nonetheless begged her parents

not to make her babysit. They knew how much she hated changing

diapers! But they were resolute. She would babysit until all the

money was repaid.

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Dennis waited outside until he saw Randy’s mom leave. He had been

waiting for over an hour. His knees were sore, he had knelt behind

the bushes for so long.

He got up and eased his aching muscles. He walked up to the front

door and tried the knob. It was unlocked! He slipped inside and

closed the door behind him and started tiptoeing up the stairs. He

heard a toilet flush and seized his oppurtunity! He didn’t know how

Randy had made him act so weird lately, but he was sure the boy was

behind it. He didn’t want to give him a chance to do more. Dennis

thrust open the door and seized Randy’s arms pinning them to his

sides.

Only then did he notice that Randy still had his pants around his

ankles! Dennis growled menacingly at the frightened boy. "I don’t

know how you did it, but you change me back or I’ll kick the shit

out of you! I’ll beat you so bad, you’ll be crying next YEAR!"

Randy had frozen in fear. It took him a moment to recognize his

attacker. It was Dennis! How was he going to get out of this?

Dennis held Randy’s arm and stood back, looking at his captive. The

first thing he noticed was Randy had a HUGE cock! It was larger than

Dennis’ had ever been! It must have been over eight inches when

hard. Dennis felt an uncomfortable stirring in his pants. ’Oh no!

Not now! Please God, not Randy!’ Quickly he released the boy and

said, "Pull up your pants, bed-wetter! I don’t want to see your wang

hanging out!" He dropped his eyes and looked hungrily at Randy’s

manhood.

Randy noticed Dennis eyeing his penis and realized that he was still

under the curse! He wanted to suck Randy off! Randy grinned at

Dennis. "Are you sure? IF you don’t want to see it, then pull my

pants up yourself." Randy knew his mom would be shopping for a

while. She had mentioned picking up a surpise for him as well as the

regular grocery shopping. He could have some fun with his would-be

torturer.

Dennis was afraid of what he might do if he tried to pull Randy’s

pants up. But he was even more afraid of what could happen if he

kept staring at what was quickly becoming the largest boner he had

seen(other than in ’Cock Sluts’, that is)! He put one knee on the

floor to reach the belt loops. Randy watched Dennis bend down, then

swiveled his hips, allowing his semi-erect penis to brush against

Dennis’ cheek. He knew he wasn’t gay, but the feeling of power he

had over the boy was getting him very excited. Besides, he wasn’t

going to suck Dennis’ dick!

Dennis felt the light touch on his cheek and turned hungrily to meet

it! He didn’t want this! ’Stop! This is wrong! I’m no fag!!’ He

screamed inside. He knew he would humiliate himself by doing it, but

he felt he had no choice. He opened his mouth. "Please, no! I’m

sor-*MMLPH*" Randy had shoved his dick into Dennis salivating mouth!

Completely hating himself for doing it, he moved his lips up to the

base of Randy’s totally hard dick and gagged! It was absolutely

monstrous!

As long as it was, Dennis had no idea how thick it would become! His

mouth was stretched painfully open, sliding back and forth. Dennis

heard Randy moan in pleasure.

"That’s it. Suck my manly dick! You like it, don’t you? You faggy

little pampers boy? Don’t you?!"

*Mmhfffmmm* was all Dennis could say as he seemed unable or

unwilling to remove the huge tool from his mouth. Dennis reached his

hand into his pants and used his finger and thumb to rub his own, baby

sized dick up and down. In a matter of minutes it was all over. Randy’s

knees buckled as he shot his wad into the back of the older boy’s

throat. Making Dennis choke as he hungrily swallowed Randy’s load, still

slurping the now shrinking but still quite impressive member. Randy

pushed the humiliated boy away from him, pulled up his pants and

walked to his room.

Randy knelt there on his knees sobbing. He had done it again! He had

to beg Randy, plead with him. He would do anything to get cured! He

got up and followed Randy to his room. He knew who had all the

power.

Randy waited, expecting Dennis to follow him in. He knew what would

come next. Dennis would try and get him to remove the curse. He

looked around the room, wondering how he could prolong the agony of

the boy who had caused him so much pain. He remembered the curse in

detail, imagining his tiny prick erect at the mere sight of diapers!

He wondered if Randy was wearing one right now! "I know what you

want. You came here to get me to remove the curse."

Dennis looked up hopefully.

Randy was enjoying his new control of Dennis a lot! "But you’re

going to have to show me how much you want it removed. Take your

pants off. I want to see what you’re wearing underneath."

Dennis stared. Did he mean it?

"You have five seconds." Randy looked at his watch.

Dennis unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his knees. His

tighty-whitey’s flush up against his pelvis, save for a small dimple

that was obviously all Randy had left to work with.

Shock and glee coursed through Randy like a river of fire! He had

actually done it! "All the way off. And the underwear too. Its much

too grown up for you!" There were no Pampers in the house any more,

but he knew something that would work just as well, for what he had

in mind. "Then put on a GoodNite. You know where they are."

Dennis wasn’t going to do that. He wouldn’t humiliate himself any

further. He shored up his resolve and it seemed to work. He wasn’t

compelled to do it. "No. I won’t do it. Why don’t you put on your

own Pull-Ups, you stupid bed-wetter!" As soon as he said it, he

regretted it.

Randy’s grin faded. Bed-wetter, huh? Since all the other curses had

worked, the diaper one had to work! How could he be resisting? Oh!

Of course. The curse was only to make Randy need to wear diapers,

not GoodNites. It wasn’t a diaper, but maybe Dennis would wear it

because it was kind of LIKE a diaper! "What’s the matter diaper boy?

Don’t you want to wear your comfy diapers?" He picked up a GoodNite,

waving it in Dennis’ face. For a moment he thought it had worked. A

gleam of hunger showed in his eyes, but quickly vanished.

Dennis shook his head like a man surfacing from a lake. "NO! That’s

a Pull-Up!" He snatched it away from Randy. "I’m never gonna put on

this disposable, absorbant, " The GoodNite crackled under his

fingertips, the padding squished so invitingly, "comfy dia.. "

He pulled the garment on backwards in his haste and began rubbing the

front with both of his hands as Randy watched in silent fascination

and glee. Soon Dennis’ knees were shaking as he pushed up and down,

faster and faster...

That’s it, Pampers boy!" Randy sneered. "Stroke your sexy Pampers.

You sissy fag! Randy dropped his pants, his dick now stiff again and

poking out his underwear. "You want to suck it again?"

Dennis didn’t answer. He moaned, buckling his knees beneath him. He

reached to pull the huge cock back into his mouth and Randy pushed

him away. "Pee in your diaper first. Then you can have a real dick.

In your mouth!"

The whole idea revolted Dennis! Pee in it? No way! Sure he liked to

wear diapers, but no way am I going to Pee in one. That was what

babies did. "I don’t want to. Please just let me suck your dick!" He

tried to lick the tip that was still an inch and a half above the

waist band, still furiously rubbing the GoodNite.

Randy started to pull his pants on. "If you don’t pee your diapers,

then you can’t suck me off."

Dennis couldn’t stand it any more. He had to have a big dick in him

now! "OK. OK. Please. After I do this, we’re even, all right? You

got me back and now you can take this curse off me." He pushed hard,

disgusted at what he was doing, but even more disgusted at WHY he

was doing it. It came. Slowly at first, then a steady stream. He had

wet himself. He looked up at the smaller boy. "Please."

Randy smiled. "OK then.", and pulled down his underwear. As Randy

bucked gently back and forth, humping his former enemy’s mouth, he

spoke aloud between grunts. "Give me - five hundred- dollars to -

remove - the curse!" his voice went up high as he came again into

the kneeling teen’s mouth.

Suddenly Randy’s mom called from downstairs! "Randy? What are you

doing up there?"

Both boys looked at each other in horror! "Quick! Put your pants on!

NO! Ther’s no time to take that off! Put your pants on and grab your

shoes and socks. She’ll be up here in less than a minute!" Randy

hissed, opening the window.

Dennis knew he was right. If Randy’s mom walked in, Randy would get

in trouble, but Dennis would be caught giving a guy a blow job while

wearing a wet Pull-UP! He would never live it down! His family might

even find out and then they would disown him for sure.

He threw his shoes and socks out the window and practically jumped

out of it himself. He crawled to the wall, in case she looked out

the window. What had he done!? He heard some voices upstairs but not

what was said. After a few minutes of silence, he pulled on his

socks and shoes and hurried to his car. The squish-squish sound of a

wet GoodNite followed his every step.

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Upon arriving at his aunt’s house, Ken got immediately out of the

car and walked to the door. He had as a humiliating a day as was

humanly possible and was trying to regain control of the situation

as quickly as possible.

Martha opened the door and let everyone went in. Martha looked over

her shoulder as she entered the kitchen. "Better check and make sure

he’s still dry." she said, loud enough for all to hear. She was

still angry about the way Ken had talked to her son this morning.

She knew this was her oppurtunity for payback. When she had rushed

out of the store, everything had gone - fuzzy- for a second and as

she looked at Ken in his wet pans, she suddenly knew what to do to

get him back! It came to her all of a sudden, as if from nowhere.

There were still some of Davey’s old diapers in the house. She had

meant to donate them to the Good Will, but never had the time. Ken

wouldn’t think diapers were so funny tonight. She even had a good

reason to get her sister to make him wear them. Several good

reasons.

Linda thought her sister might be right. Ken seemed to be having

real problems making it to the bathroom lately. The stressful

situation at the mall could have caused him to have another

’accident’.

Ken was in his room. He had removed his pants and was looking in

dismay at his mother’s choice of protection. It was a Pull-up. With

that stupid puppet, Barney on the front! But the worst was; he was

wet! The Pull-up(He knew these were Pull-Ups and not ’GoodNites’

now) was yellow in the front. and it had expanded, making it bulge

even more than when he had first seen them. His mom walked into the

room, startling him.

Linda saw right away that he was wet. The front was yellowish and

the stars surrounding the little purple icon had disappeared. "Ken,

let’s get you out of that wet thing." She said moving toward him.

She ripped the sides of the Easy-Up apart and it fell between his

legs with a ’plop!’. "It’s been a very hard day for you. I think you

may need more rest today. Lie down and take a nap until dinner." She

pulled a clean pair of training pants from out of her pocket. One

she had put there when trying to pick them all up off the mall

floor.

Ken saw what she had in mind and tried to run. He knew if she told

him to wear it again, he would. But if he didn’t hear her say it...

"Come back here and put this on!" She called to him as he made for

the doorway.

Ken turned around and shuffled in front of her. She looked him in

the eye. "I am only doing this to help you, Kenny."

Ken glumly nodded, knowing he had no choice. He noted that she had

called him ’Kenny’, too. She hadn’t called him that since he was

six. After putting him down, Linda turned out the light. "Take a nap

now and I’ll wake you when dinner is ready."

"Great!" Ken thought, realizing the day could get worse after all.

’Now I am taking a nap after wetting myself in the mall. This has got

to be the worst day in history!" He was asleep before Linda re-entered

the kitchen.

Chapter 22 - Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire

Tapping on the door lightly, she called out to her son, "Is

everything OK in there? I thought I heard voices.", giving him a

chance to ’cover up’. She was pretty sure she knew what was going on

and she didn’t want to embarrass Randy.

Randy sounded out of breath. "Yeah mom. Everything is fine. I’m

just... exercising."

’I bet.’ Michelle thought to herself. If he didn’t cut back on

’exercising’ soon, she would have to confront him about it. Michelle

slowly opened the door to make sure he knew she was entering.

Immediately, she was sure she was right. He was sweating profusely,

his belt buckle was still undone, his shirt was only half tucked in

and his cheeks were apple red. Then she noticed the window was wide

open! She would have to say something after all. "Randy, maybe you

should close your window and curtains when you ’exercise’. That way

the neighbors can’t see." She suggested gently. Privately, she was

concerned that it could be becoming a problem. Puberty could be such

a trying time. She changed the subject. "It’s Satuday. Let’s unload

the groceries and we can rent a movie."

Randy sighed inwardly. For a second he thought she knew. That was

cutting it way too close! "OK, mom. Can we get The Goblet Of Fire?

It just came out yesterday." Still, he had something to celebrate.

He had gotten even with the boy who had been trying to embarrass him

in front of the whole school and he had gotten his first blow job on

the same day(and his second, too). As he followed his mom down the

stairs he rubbed his crotch gently, remembering how he had turned

the tables on Dennis.

Not only had Dennis sucked his dick, but had wet himself for the

privilige of doing it! In his minds eye he could still see the white

GoodNite moving in rhythm with his thrusts. He could picture his

butt, bobbing up and down, now pale yellow with the words WET

written in bright blue. He wished he had a picture. Then he could post

it at school, like Dennis had threatened to do with the pictures of

Randy’s room.

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Linda pulled the covers off of her sleeping son. "Ken. Dinner’s

ready." She spoke softly to the gently snoring boy. He rolled over

and Linda saw at once that he had wet again. She still couldn’t

believe her sixteen year-old son wets the bed. And now his pants.

She hoped it was temporary. Perhaps he was sick. Like the flu or

something. She took a clean Easy-Up out of the bag that now sat in

the corner.

Ken opened his eyes slowly. His mom was standing over him, telling

him it was time for dinner. He closed his eyes again and groaned as

the events of the day came flooding back to him. He tried to shut

out the world. He wanted to make all of these strange events go away.

He opened his eyes again as he felt a tugging at his hips. His mom

stood over him, saying, "Lift up, so we can get this wet Pull-Up

off." Ken complied automatically, arching his hips as his mother

ordered him to. She then slid the wet disposable garment down and

pulled a new one up his legs.

Ken stiffened, realizing what had just happend. "Mom! I can do that

myself, you know!" He indicated the purple dinosaur imprinted

Easy-Up right next to him. "And I don’t need those things when I’m

awake! What happened today was because I was sick or something. Can

I please wear my regular underwear? At least until bedtime?"

Linda continued putting on his Easy-Ups. She looked her son in the

eye, shaking her head. "I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Ken. You

will have to wear these until you can show me that you won’t have

another wet-pants accident. Why don’t you try and go pee before

dinner? If you can stay dry the rest of the night, we’ll assume it

was a one-day thing and you can go back to regular underwear

tomorrow."

Ken bolted upright! "Tomorrow!? I don’t want to wear these things

all day! Please mom, don’t make me do this. Please!" Ken had not

meant it to come out as a whine. He didn’t want to sound like a

baby.

Linda handed Ken his freshly laundered pants. "You won’t have to.

If you stay dry this evening. Now, put your pants on and come to

dinner. Everyone is waitng."

Grateful that he didn’t have to wear the girly yellow pants at

least, Ken got dressed and went down the hall. He stopped at the

bathroom and tried to piss. Empty. He had nothing left. It had

all gone into his Barney Pull-Up while he was sleeping. Ken

pulled his ’underwear’ back into place. The dinosaur on the front

seemd to be mocking him as it smiled back. He flushed the toilet,

hoping his mom and aunt would hear the sounds and believe he had

successfully peed in the toilet. He hated how far he had sunk, that

this was the best he could do to avoid being put into daytime

Pull-Ups. Pretending to pee.

After dinner, Ken played his Game Boy, Linda and his aunt Martha

talked about Martha’s job oppurtunities and Davey sat drooling in

front of the TV watching the video tapes his mom kept popping in. At

first they were some stupid baby show called TeleTubbies. ’Jeez. Can

he be more like a baby?’ Ken wondered as he kept smashing away at

the enemy robots on his screen. After an hour of listening to the

inane babble, Ken had had enough. "Can we PLEASE put something else

on? This baby show is driving me insane!" He had got back some of

his composure and self-confidence after he had gotten up and peed in

the toilet a little earlier. He would have even felt better about it

if his aunt had not made an issue of it and praised him for

remembering to use ’the potty’, as she called it.

His aunt came in and smiled. "We do have some other videos that you

might be able to relate to more." She stopped the video tape and

Davey began to cry. Waaah Waah! Me watch TehTubbees!" He flailed his

arms wildly.

Martha shushed her son, telling him he had other videos he could

watch. She then switched the tapes and pressed rewind. "I’m sure

you’ll get more out of this one." The title credits began to roll.

An upbeat children’s tune began to play, and the voice-over said,

"Welcome to Barney’s Very Special Potty-Training Video!" She watched

Ken closely as he looked on in anger and humiliation, his cheeks

burning red.

Ken couldn’t believe she had done that! It was a deliberate attempt

to embarrass him! Barney. The dinosaur on the front of the Pull-Ups

he was wearing even now. Potty training Video! Who did she think he

was, a retard like her son? He knew what to do, he was just having

problems doing it right now. It will go away soon!

He looked into her face and saw that she was waiting for him to

react. He knew what she was doing! He did it to screw around with

the kids at school who were too big for him to bully by intimidation

of force. She was hoping he would throw a fit and start yelling at

her. She would enjoy seeing him get into trouble. He could see it in

her eyes. Maybe she even hoped he would cry! Ken decided not to give

her the satisfaction. He looked back to his video game and unpaused

it.

If he had caused trouble over it, his mom might go through with her

threat and put his Pull-Ups on in front of her and Davey. He focused

harder on the game, trying to drown out the video.

For the most part it worked. Although occasionally a phrase would

sift through to his conciousness: "He’s too big to wear diapers"...

"Wearing training pants is a good first step to potty training."...

and worst of all "My cousin Kenny still wears diapers to bed." He

started when he heard that one. He looked at the screen he had been

scrupulously trying to ignore. He watched as the man in the purple

dinosaur suit explained to one of the children on the show: "Well,

Davey! Sometimes it takes babies longer to learn how to stay dry at

night. And sometimes they are still messy, too!" Ken stared

open-mouthed at the television. What a weird coincidence! That kid,

Davey had a baby cousin named Kenny. Ken knew it was a video tape

and couldn’t have been about him. Still it was awfully weird! His

cousin, Davey was now toilet-trained and he was wetting at night.

But he wasn’t wearing diapers, he reassured himself. And he

certainly didn’t crap himself a;ike the stupid dinosaur was talking

about. He continued to watch, mesmerized by the oddness of it. He

kept repeating in the back of his mind: ’It’s a coincidence. It’s a

coincidence.’ As if trying to convince himself. Of what, he wasn’t sure.

Watching her son from the kitchen entrance, Linda was surprised to

see her son apparently engrossed in such a childish show. ’Maybe

it’s because he is trying to regain his control. Maybe he needs this

to help him.’ She couldn’t picture him actually liking the Barney

character. ’He is too mature for that.’ She thought.

She watched as his game beeped at him, indicating he had lost. His

eyes were glued to the screen, as if he were studying the

potty-training lessons and songs that the children performed with

Barney. ’Hmm. This could really help him.’ Linda felt. ’The ideas

would be reinforced by the picture of Barney on the front of his

Easy-Ups. It sure was lucky I bought those instead of the adult

diapers. They would be too babyish.’

Jeremy was having real fun for the first time in years. It wasn’t

like the big jobs where you tried to fuck up as many people as

possible and then get out before you were caught. This had a

subtlety to it that appealed to him. Susan was right, this had a lot

of potential. He sat watching, invisibly on the staircase. The video

had been a stroke of genius, he congratulated himself. Not only the

obvious reference to Ken and Davey, contrasting their new levels of

continence, but the hypnotic commands that he had placed within. It

would only work on Ken, as it had been keyed to his brain. Soon he

would begin to associate Barney with succesful toilet-training. Among

other things.

When Linda walked back into the kitchen he got up and sidled close

to the boy, still under a light trance. He pulled out a green

funnel-like object and placed the narrow end to Ken’s ear. "You will

begin to wet yourself during the day. You will feel the urge to pee

less and less each day. Soon you will be wetting helplessly all the

time. And tonight, you will crap yourself while sleeping. You will

not wake up until morning. You will shit yourself while sleeping

several times this week. Soon, you will lose all control and begin

to shit yourself even while you are awake. You will not understand

why this is happening to you, but you will try to live as normally

as possible. Hanging out with your friends, going to school, hitting

on pretty girls whenever you can. Everything will stay the same

except that you are losing control of your piss and your shit."

Jeremy then walked into the kitchen. The women had their heads

together and were whispering quietly, so that Ken would not overhear

them.

"I don’t think that’s a good idea, sis. I don’t have a plastic sheet

for the bed and those Pull-Ups will leak if he wets a lot."

Linda replied, "I know, but isn’t this a little extreme? I mean he’s

SIXTEEN! No sixteen year-old boy would wear those!"

"Linda, he needs them! And not just tonight, either. I know what I

am talking about here. Davey has been in them for almost twenty

years! It isn’t easy, but it’s a whole lot better than the

alternatives. I still have half a bag of his Depends upstairs. Davey

doesn’t need them anymore, why don’t you take them?"

"Yes, but DIAPERS?!?" Linda was incredulous that her sister would

even suggest it.

Jeremy leaned in and used the funnel still in his hands. "You know

she is right. It is the best solution. From now on, the only

acceptable form of night-time protection for Ken is diapers. Ask her

to show you how to put them on him. It’s for the best."

Jeremy smiled as Linda’s eyes came back into focus, her sister

looking at her worriedly. "Are you OK?" Martha asked.

Jeremy put the ’mind injector’ into his coat pocket and heard

Linda’s reply as he left the room. "I’m fine. I was just thinking.

Maybe you are right."

Back in the living room, Ken stared at the TV, unaware that he and

his cousin looked very much alike at this moment. Eyes vacant,

drooling out the side of his mouth, he listened to the "Big Kid’s

Potty Song". ’Barney sure knows how to help potty-train kids.’ Ken

realized.

The tape ended and Ken looked stupidly around. What the hell was he

doing? Had he actually WATCHED that crap? He picked up his video

game and started playing a new game.

He hadn’t gotten very far in the game when his aunt and mother came

in. "Time for bed, boys." His aunt called. She grabbed Davey by the

arm and brought him to his room. Ken looked over to his mom in hopes

of getting to stay up later. One look told him all he needed to

know. He turned his game off and climbed the stairs.

Linda waited at the door to the guest room and ushered her son in,

closesly following him in. She watched him undress slowly. He was

buying time, she knew. Normally she would have hurried him along,

but she was in no hurry right now. He opened his suitcase. He

grabbed the GoodNite his mom had packed this morning. She stopped

him. "That won’t be necessary tonight, Ken."

Ken looked up hopefully. Did she actually mean it? Maybe she finally

believed him. It was a short-time thing. He had peed in the toilet

earlier, after all. His spirits soared.

Martha entered the room carring a pack of baby wipes and a... ’Oh

no!’ Ken cowered, trembling as he covered himself up, as if that

could stop what his mother and aunt had planned for him. "Not those!

Mom! I don’t want to wear those! Even Davey doesn’t have to wear

them anymore!"

Linda knew her son would be upset, but seeing him like this, so

helpless and fearful, she felt sorry for him. This was too much for

him. Maybe she should just let him wear the GoodNites. She opened

her mouth to tell him, but was cut short by her sister.

"Linda, look! He’s wetting himself right now!" Martha pointed at the

front of his Easy-Ups. The boy was wetting himself in fear!

Linda watched as the stars faded right before here eyes, the once

pure white color was darkening. And something else she hadn’t

noticed before. As the stain spread across the face of the dinosaur,

the smile had turned to a sad face! She hadn’t known it did that!

(Susan had been on a roll that day.) When she saw Ken looking down

in surprise to see that he was indeed wetting, Linda knew the

decision had been made. "Lie down on the bed, Ken. Your aunt Martha

is going to show me how to put these Depends on you." She didn’t

call them diapers. Ken was clearly embarrassed enough as it was. It

was just that he NEEDED this kind of protection at night. The wet

sheets from leaky Pull-Ups were proof of that.

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Dennis slammed his car door. He walked with a siff-legged gait, legs

wide apart. It was the best he could do to muffle the sound of the

wet GoodNite, squishing and crinkling between his legs. He started

for his bedroom, when his mom called out. "Dennis get in here!" She

sounded angry.

Dennis turned around and peeked his head into the kitchen, hiding

the rest of his body behind the door. "Hi mom." He said, trying to

keep his voice calm. "What’s up?"

Dianne frowned. "Dennis Lewis! What are you hiding?!" She demanded,

with the well-honed instinct of the mother of a teenaged boy.

"N-Nothing mom. I’m just on my way to my room to do my homework."

Dennis looked into his mom’s face to see if she would believe him,

but didn’t like what he saw. Standing like this for too long would

only make her sure he was hiding something. He steeled himself and

walked into the kitchen, holding up his hands up to show there was

nothing in them. "See. I told you. I was just out with some friends

and I thought I should come home and finish my math homework, so I

don’t have to worry about it tomorrow." He talked fast, hoping to

distract her enough that she wouldn’t look closely at his pants.

"Then I thought I could help Eddie with his homework and..."

"You were supposed to be home an hour ago! Your father and I had

plans tonight. We told you yesterday. Now I am going to be late!"

She shoved a plate of cold meatloaf at him and grabbed her purse.

"Edward is watching TV in the living room. We’ll be home by eleven,

so I expect you in bed by then. Make sure your brother brushes his

teeth and is in bed on time. We will discuss this tomorrow!" Dianne

picked up her keys and slammed the door behind her.

Dennis breathed a sigh of relief. That was close! He walked through

the living room and checked to see that his brother was still there.

Eddie looked up as he entered.

"How come you have Pampers in your closet?" Eddie asked at his older

brother curiously.

Dennis stopped cold. "What?! I don’t... What were you doing in my

room?" There was no point in denying it. Eddie had seen them!

"I was looking for my baseball glove. So how come you have Pampers in

your closet?"

The whole room felt like it was closing in on him! He felt hot then

cold all over. Dennis leaned against the wall for support. "Uhh. Oh

yeah the Pampers. Well, you see... actually I was uh... I was

keeping them for Lisa. Yeah, She left them here by mistake. She was

taking them home and she stopped in for a minute and... uh... she

forgot them." He finished lamely.

For a moment he had forgotten that he was still wearing the wet

GoodNite. But he couldn’t just leave. He had to stop Eddie from

mentioning this to his parents! Their parent’s had a strict ’no

girls’ rule unless one of them were home.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed shrewdly. "Does mom and dad know you had Lisa

in the house?"

Eddie loved getting him into trouble and was always snitching on

him. If Eddie told their parents that Dennis had said Lisa had been

over, he might mention the diapers, too!

Dennis thought fast. The longer he stayed in the room with his

brother, the more chance Eddie had to find out what he was wearing

underneath his jeans. He had to bribe him. "I’ll give you twenty

bucks to not tell mom and dad - or anyone." Eddie was a blabbermouth

and if Ken or Lisa found out, he would have to answer some VERY

embarrassing questions. They would know he hadn’t been holding onto

the diapers for her. Heck, she didn’t even know he HAD the diapers!

"Twenty bucks! This must be important to you. If it’s that

important, it’s gonna cost you more." Eddie didn’t know why, but he

knew he had the upper hand and wanted to get as much as he could out

of it. Twenty dollars could buy him a lot of baseball cards, a hobby

Dennis and his dad had gotten him into. But, it couldn’t buy the

really good ones like the ones Dennis had. "Give me your baseball

card collection AND twenty dollars and it’s a deal."

Dennis sure didn’t want to part with his priceless collection. Some

of those cards were worth more than a HUNDRED dollars! "No way, snot

face. Twenty bucks is my final offer." Usually Eddie would have

jumped at the chance to have some money. Dennis figured Eddie would

give in once he saw that was all he could get.

"OK, then. I guess I’ll just have to tell mom and dad when they get

home." He smiled triumphantly.

Shit! He wasn’t giving in. Dennis tried to compromise. "The twenty

and all of last years Upper Deck collection, except the rookie

cards."

Eddie knew he had him! His brother was really desperate to not let

his parents know about this for some reason. "Nope. All of it or no

deal." He turned back to the TV, hoping that if he pretended not to

care, Dennis would give in.

Dennis sagged, much like the GoodNites he was still in. "Fine! You

can have all the cards and the cash, but if you tell ANYONE, I’ll

take back the cards and beat the crap out of you every day for a

month! Bastard!"

Eddie got up off the couch and looked happily at his older brother.

"Deal."

Dennis handed over the cash and his shoe boxes full of cards, with

regret. It was a huge loss to him, but if his parents knew he was

jacking off in diapers every day, they would think he was crazy and

might even send him to an insane asylum!

After his little punk of a brother left, he closed his bedroom door.

He quickly stripped and pulled off the wet ’Pamper’. He put the

diapers, the wet GoodNite and the magazine, ’COCK SLUTS’ in his

combination-lock suitcase, put the suitcase on the high shelf in his

closet and stacked his sports magazines in front of it to hide it.

Finally he shut the closet door and piled all his dirty laundry in

front of the door, putting his Oakland A’s sweater on top, touching

the door. If someone moved the pile of clothes to get inside, he

would know. Satisfied that he had done all he could to conceal

everything for now, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed

for the shower.

Dennis scrubbed him self thoroughly. He stayed in the shower until

the water got cold, leaning against the shower door, trying to

cleanse the disgusting, perverted thoughts he had been having (and

doing!) from his soul. The image of him sucking off Randy was too

much to eradicate though.

Again and again he saw himself looking up at the boy, felt his

fingers caressing Randy’s huge ball sack as he felt again the monster

cock pushing deeper into his throat and once again tasted the salty

sperm coming forth, while he thrust his own tiny prick over and over

into the wet diap... Pull-Up. Pull-Up, he thought desperately,

trying to stop his weiner from coming to attention again. But it was

already too late. The desires washed over him again, making

everything else seem unimportant. Dennis turned off the water and

rushed to his room, not even drying off. He yanked open his closet,

threw the magazines to the floor and opened the suitcase. He grabbed

the GoodNite and pulled it on, shoving a Pamper inside so he does

not have to feel the slimy, wet sensation, but still got the feeling

of wearing a ’Pamper’ big enough to fit him. He laid down face first

on the floor, opened the gay porn mag and began to push back and

forth...

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Ken laid down and covered his face with his hands. ’This isn’t

happening. This isn’t happening. I’m home asleep and I will wake up

and it will have been a dream. I’m sixteen and I don’t wet the bed.

I don’t have to wear a diaper. Please, let me wake up! Wake up!’

Martha spoke conversationally to Linda. "These Easy-Ups are

fantastic. They use them at the hospital for kids that are old

enough to be toilet-trained, but may be sick enough to need a little

help. See, the sides tear away for easy clean up in case of a messy

accident." She ripped the sides open as Linda had done earlier. "But

they have refastenable tabs on the side, so if you open them up you

can re-tape the Easy-Up just like it were a diaper." She

demonstrated and Ken was secured back into what was now a diaper,

rather than training pants. Ken sobbed as she adjusted the tapes.

Martha then untaped him and lifted him under the knees, explaining,

"This is the best leverage point for lifting up his legs, especially

if he doesn’t want to be changed. I had to learn this trick to deal

with Davey when he got too big for regular baby diapers." She slid

the wet Easy-Up from under him. "Now as you may remember from when

Ken was a little baby, it is not just enough to wipe him clean, you

have to check for rashes. You really should buy some baby powder

as a preventative, but when it’s too late, then the only product I

use is a good rash ointment. At the hospital they buy vaseline in

bulk, but it isn’t nearly as effective."

Linda looked from her sister to her son, who still had his face

covered and was quivering in shame. "I seriously doubt we’ll need

that. Ken usually only wets at night. Today was some kind of fluke.

I’m sure he’ll be fine with just showering in the morning."

Far from comforting Ken, his mom’s open and frank discussion of his

problem is making him feel worse! He struggled to sit up, shoving

his aunt’s arm away, and inadvertently making her smack his mother

in the face. "I’m sorry!" he said at once "I didn’t mean to - I just

don’t want to wear diapers, mom. Please let me wear the Pull-Ups!

I’m too old to wear diapers!"

Linda rubbed the spot on her nose where her sister made contact, her

eyes watering. "Lie down this instant! And don’t move or speak until

we’re done!" She said angrily. Her voice became more polite as she

turned to her sister. "Go ahead sis."

Again, Ken had no choice. He lay back down, fighting the tears of

rage and shame that were threatening to overpower him. He tried to

think of a way to put an end to this forever. He couldn’t stop the

wetting, he knew. And when his mom told him to do something that

’helped’ him with his wetting, he had to do it! He didn’t want to.

If he could, he would get up right now and punch both of them! The

only way to not have to do what his mom told him to do would be to

not be there. But where could he go? He didn’t have any money. He

couldn’t go to his dad’s house. His dad would probably just call him

a baby and make him wear diapers, too.

Martha reached over for the diaper and unfolded it. The crackling

sound filled the now silent room. "I always covered Davey’s peepee

before I would finish putting it on and taping it in place. That way

if he peed while I was changing him, I wouldn’t get hosed down." She

laughed lightly. She was enjoying this boy’s discomfiture more than

she should, she knew. But the way he treated her son and his recent

attack on her caused her to feel less inclined to make it easy for

him. The little voice that had been sounding in her head ever since

seeing him wet his pants in the mall was getting louder and it was

saying, ’Embarrass him. Embarrass him the way he tried to embarrass

your son. Treat him like a big baby whenever you get the chance!’

Martha lifted him under the knees and slid the ’disposable brief’

underneath and adjusted it so that when she released him he would

land on the diaper properly. "This is the most imprtant step, so pay

attention. Stretch the front of the diaper all the way so the leg

gathers are snug. Then start taping from the bottom up. First the

left, then the right. If you don’t stretch it, when you apply the

tapes it could leak. And if you start the tapes from the top you

won’t get a snug fit and again the diaper might leak." She finished

and looked at her sister. "Have you got all that?"

TBC...

 

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