Buying Diapers

Chapter 5
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Buying Diapers

Chapter 23 - Sunday, The Day of Rest.

Randy woke up and the first thing he did was touch the front of his

GoodNite. He then leapt out of bed with joy! He did it! FIVE days in

a row! He took off his GoodNite for the last time! He dressed

swiftly, stopped at the bathroom and sighed as he emptied his very

full bladder.

He practically skipped down the stairs and started to make his mom

some breakfast. She wasn’t up yet and he wanted to wake her with two

surprises!

Michelle walked in a few moments later, having heard the kitchen

noises. She looked around sleepily and sniffed. Bacon, eggs and best

of all, Coffee! "MMM! Smells good, Randy. What’s the occasion?"

Randy whirled around happily. "I did it! I did it! NO more GoodNites

ever!"

Michelle beamed at her son. "Great news! I knew you could!" She was

very glad for him and hoped his dry nights would continue. Perhaps

he really had managed it. But it seemed awfully soon to be sure. But

she would stick to the deal. "This calls for a celebration! How

about a game of miniature golf? And tonight: Pizza and a movie! And

when we get home, we will throw out your GoodNites!" They hugged

tightly.

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Light rock blaring in her ears, Lisa got to her feet. Even as she

stood up, she knew something was wrong. She had push hard to get out

of bed, when she usually sprang lightly to her feet. Even walking

was weirder. Her thighs brushed against each other with every step

unless she deliberately widened her gait. She pulled on her

bathrobe, but couldn’t close it all the way! Lisa looked down and

gasped! She had gained even more weight! ’How could this be?’ She

had hardly eaten anything at dinner.

When she stepped on the scale, Lisa at first thought that it must be

broken. A hundred and fifty-two pounds? She stepped off, allowing

the scale to reset, then got down on her knees and adjusted the dial

to zero manually. She took off her bathrobe and stepped back on the

scale. A hundred and fifty-three pounds!?

It must be broken. No way could she be heavier without the robe!

Sure, she had gained some weight, but she was a hundred thirty tops.

Maybe less.

Still, it wasn’t a good thing. Time to really kick her diet into

overdrive. She started with sit-ups. Then push-ups. She wanted to go

running as well, but by then she was too tired. Besides, her mom and

dad probably wouldn’t let her, she convinced herself, sitting down

to breakfast. Her mom mentioned her weight twice during the meal and

her dad, who normally kept out of such matters as a woman’s weight

suggested she pass on the sausages.

After morning services, Lisa started calling the parents in the

neighborhood while her father stood nearby. By the time lunch (a

salad, no dressing) was over she had two babysitting jobs for today

and three hours every Tuesday and Thursday for the Simmons twins.

And worse luck, the Simmons twins and little Jenny Marinet were

babies! Which meant she would be stuck wiping snotty noses and

changing dirty diapers way more often than she cared for. At least

one of them was potty-trained, though.

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Linda woke, dressed and packed her bag quickly. She loaded up the

car with her bag and a couple of boxes Martha had packed for Ken

last night. She crept into the guest room and packed Ken’s bag. As

she was closing the suitcase she smelled something disturbing.

’There is no way he did that!’, she told herself, firmly. ’He must

have gas.’, she hoped. But she knew better. It was too strong a

smell to be gas. What she smelled was undoubtedly a poopy diaper!

"Ken Haskins! Did you soil yourself?!"

Ken woke to his mom’s rising volume, but it took a moment for the

words to sink in. "What?! No, of course not. That’s not funny!" He

thought she was teasing him, and rather cruelly too. She was

probably still mad at him from last night, he thought as he sat up.

*SQUIIISH* What the hell? It felt like he HAD shit himself! His ass

and balls felt GOOEY. Then the odor hit him and he jumped up in

alarm. "Oh my god! What happened! Who did this to me? I didn’t do

it!" Ken said in a rush as fear, anger and shame fought to see which

one would win out. He knew someone had done this to him. He would

NEVER shit himself! He looked down at the sagging, yellow Depends

’brief’ between his legs. He only had wet accidents at night, he

didn’t crap himself like a ... he looked down at the adult-sized

diaper he was wearing. His mouth was a perfect ’o’ of shock, even as

his mind screamed. ’I’m not a baby! I’m not. I just have to wear

these things because my mom tells me to. But I don’t wan’t to wear

diapers! PLEASE PLEASE, don’t let me start shitting myself!! I’ll be

good I promise! I’ll do whatever you want, just not this!’ He cried

out to the universe in desperation. He was so distressed that he

finally just threw up.

Linda watched her son stand and look in dismay at his very wet and

stinky diaper. He seemed truly surprised and scared. Suddenly he

vomitted onto the bed! Linda rushed over to help him, the stench of

urine, feces and vomit made her want to cover her nose, but she was

too busy trying to comfort her very frightened son. "There there.

It’s all right. It was probably something you ate at the restaraunt.

Maybe French food disagrees with you. I’m sure it will never happen

again." She sat him in the chair and watched him dry-heave, sobbing

miserably between each convulsion.

Ken relaxed a little, his sobs now lessened by her reassuring words.

Maybe it was the food. That made sense. He’d never eaten it before.

Maybe it was even food poisoning!

Linda pulled up the bedding and folded the vomit in on itself,

giving him time to calm down, before she got him cleaned up. It was

a good thing he was in a diaper, though. A GoodNite or even and

Easy-Up might have leaked. "Ken, either go take a shower, or lie

down so I can chan- er... clean you up. I don’t want you sitting in

that foul mess a moment longer."

Ken stood up gingerly. "I’ll clean up in the shower. Could you get

me a towel, so nobody sees me?"

Wrapping the towel tightly around his belly, rather than at the

waist as he usually did, Ken peeked out into the hall and scurried

to the bathroom. Every step was a crinkling, gooey and smelly

reminder of what he was wearing and what was in it. ’But it’s not my

fault. That french food was probably bad. In fact, I thought it

tasted kind of funny. I should have said something to the waiter.

Maybe I should sue them!’

Now that he was sure it was someone else’s fault, he felt a little

better about the situation. Turning on the hot water, he pulled the

’brief’ down his legs and got into the shower. He spent twenty

minutes washing his butt, legs and crotch repeatedly. Finally

feeling clean, he shampooed his hair and washed his upper body and

rinsed off.

Ken opened the shower door to see his mother placing the dirty

diaper into a plastic bag and tying it off. He hastily covered

himself with the towel, grateful that his mom wasn’t making such a

big deal out of it. It was just from the food poising, that’s all.

He imagined what would have happened if his aunt had found him like

that, instead of his mom. He shuddered.

Ken got dressed alone. Linda walked in as he was putting on his

shoes. "Perhaps you should wear a Pull-Up on the way home, Ken.

What if you don’t make it to the bathroom, like yesterday? Or what

if you have to - you know - really bad again and we can’t get to the

bathroom in time?" She was reaching into his suitcase.

"Mom! I’m fine now! I was just a little sick, that’s all. I know it

won’t happen again. Please, I feel bad enough already!"

Linda relented. "Well, OK. But make sure you try and use the bath

room before we leave. We need to get going soon, I still haven’t

shopped for groceries yet and I have lots of housework to do."

Ken got into the car, while his mom and aunt said their goodbyes. "I

found some other things I think you might want. I packed them in

your trunk" Martha shouted, as they pulled away. Davey waved

’bye-bye’ very enthusiastically.

Martha turned her son toward the house. Walking him inside, she said

to him, "You don’t poop your diapers anymore, do you Davey?"

"No poop me diapowz!" Davey agreed.

Martha squeezed his shoulder. "That’s right Davey. Now Kenny can

poop them." She smiled humorlessly. After Martha put on a video for

her son, she took the kitchen garbage bag out to the big can

outside. It was already stinking up the house.

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The short, balding fortyish man was counting out six $100.00 bills

into Dennis’ hands. "That’s the best I can give you for that heap. I

could give you a better price on a trade-in though." Frank, the

owner of Frank’s Pre-owned Automobiles told him.

Dennis shook his head glumly. "No thanks." He pocketed the cash and

got on the front of the 97 bus, headed towards Randy’s house.

It was a wrench, selling his car like that. He would have to take

the bus to school now, and couldn’t go to friends’ houses or ball

games whenever he wanted, but if he didn’t get this stupid ’curse’

thing removed, he wouldn’t have any friends soon anyway. Who wants

to hang around with a guy who looks at other guys’ butts? And how

could he go to a ball game wearing a diaper?

He was so depressed, he stared at the floor, ignoring other

passengers on the bus as they came and went. He had to go all the

way across town to find a dealership willing to give him more than

$450.00 for his VW. The bus would take easily twice as long as it

would have by car. ’At least,’ He thought to himself, ’I got rid of

those diapers and that magazine this morning.’ He had loaded

everything into his suitcase and snuck it outside when everyone was

out in the back yard. He had dumped the contents unceremoniously in

a dumpster several blocks away.

A older guy bumped into him getting onto the bus, He had several

bags of groceries and two packages labeled "Tena Disposable Briefs -

Large". The man turned sideways, trying to pay the fare, and the

packages were shoved onto Dennis’ lap as the man knelt, fumbling for

change. Dennis tried to push the intrusions out of his face but they

seemed wedged between the distracted seeming, oddly dressed man and

himself. As they bumped against his nose for the second time, he

looked down at the side facing him. There were directions for

putting a diaper on an adult! It even had pictures! Dennis tried to

back away, shoving himself into the young man sitting next to the

window. He smoothed the front of his pants (unecessarily) to hide

his erection. The young man shoved back. "Watch it you homo, I’m

sittin’ here.’

Finally, the other man pulled out the correct fare and put the coins

into the box. He turned around and noticed Dennis trying to push the

packages out of his lap. "Sorry about that kid. I normally don’t

carry this much on the bus, but these were on sale! Half price,

today only, down the street at Morely’s Drugs. For my grandad, you

know." He winked. These are some of the best adult diapers on the

market."

The older man passed him by, once again bumping him in the face with

the diagrammed "Changing Instructions".

Dennis got up and pushed on the door of the departing bus and the

driver stopped, looking at the boy angrily.

"Sorry. I forgot. This is my stop." Dennis mumbled as he pushed on

the doors and rushed out the door.

Looking out the window of the bus, Jeremy grinned as he watched

Dennis walk back up the street. Public transportation sure had its

advantages. He wondered if Dennis would think so, on his way home

today.

**DING DING** The chime sounded as the door to the pharmacy opened.

The young woman behind the counter stepped forward to greet him. "Hi

there can I help you?" She smiled.

"Uh Umm... Yeah I need to pick up some diapers." He said quietly,

scanning the store, unable to look the pretty blond girl in the

eyes.

The young pharamcist said, "Oh and how old is your baby? Do you know

what size diapers you’re getting?" She headed him to the baby aisle.

"No. I mean I need to pick up umm.. diapers for my... uh,

grandfather. My mom made me come down here to get them.", he added

defensively.

"Oh you mean adult diapers. Why didn’t you say so? Some people

prefer to call them disposable briefs or some other name. But

really, they’re just fooling themselves. I mean, if it walks like a

duck and quacks like a duck, then it’s a duck, right? I’ll show you

where they are." They were in the front of the store, near the

register. "What size do you need?"

"They’re not for me!" Dennis blushed at her phrasing. "Like I said

they are for my grandfather. He’s sick."

The woman stopped in front of an aisle marked ’incontinence’. "Well,

what size is he, then? Small? Medium? Large?" Her hands moved over

the packages of diapers as she mentioned each one.

"I don’t know. Medium, I guess." He looked around anxiously, looking

to see if anyone was paying attention to him, but the store was

relatively empty and no one was looking in his direction. "How do

you figure out the right size?"

"Is he bigger than you? I mean his hips and his waist size. Not how

tall he is." She giggled.

Dennis had thought for a moment she was laughing at him, then he

realized she was giggling at her own joke. "Uh, I think he is about

the same size as me."

"Well, let’s grab some of the samples from the back and see which

one fits you closest."

"No! I mean, I don’t need to. Can’t you just guess?" Dennis

certainly didn’t want to put a diaper on in the store! He might get

so turned on that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from

masturbating!

"Don’t worry. It’s only to find out the right size. No one would

think you wear diapers. You can go into the bathroom and try them on

yourself. No one would see you, and you can take them off and throw

them into the waste basket after you see if it fits."

She grabbed him by the arm and walked him behind the counter. The

stock room had bags and bags of different adult diapers. "Now which

brand do you prefer. For your grandfather, I mean."

Dennis blushed harder. He wanted to walk out of the store right now,

but he couldn’t pass up an oppurtunity like this! "I don’t know

which kind he wants. Don’t you have some on sale?" His eyes darted

back and forth along the shelves, his little member drooling pre-cum

in his pants as he wondered how many he could afford.

"Yes we do, in fact. Our Tena line is on sale today for 50% off. But

for serious incontinence I would reccomend Tranquility diapers. Most

of our regular customers prefer them, despite the extra cost. They

say they are thicker and much more comfortable to wear. The only

complaint I heard was they are too much like Extra-Large Pampers.

But they are the most absorbant diaper we carry. "

Like Pampers?! Dennis tried to hide his excitement at that. He said

as casually as he could, "Uh the Tranquility, I guess."

"Good choice." She pulled a couple of diapers from the opened

packages and led him to the bathroom. "Take your time. When you find

the right one, tell one of our employees to find me. Ask for Susan."

She smiled oddly at him and turned back to her counter.

Dennis locked the door and stared at the diapers in his hands. Now

what? He slowly unfolded one and examined it closely. It had more

tapes on it than a regular diaper.

He soon figured out which way was front and dropped his pants and

underwear to the floor. He pulled the largest diaper between his

legs, rubbing the soft material agaist his child-sized balls and

penis. The diaper was huge! The waist would be above his belly

button if he taped it on.

His hands moved the open ’disposable brief’ back and forth, feeling

the silky smooth plastic. He listened to the loud rustling crackle

sound and within seconds he had shot his load, having an intensely

powerful orgasm! More powerful than before.

Despite the new size of his equipment, huge amounts of semen had

shot out of the diaper, splattering the door and wall.

Dennis slumped against the wall, steadying himself. He leaned there,

shocked at the enormity of what he’d done. He had jacked off in an

adult diaper, in practically a public place! He was so ashamed of

himself. How could he be so helpless to stop himself from committing

such perverted acts? He threw the diaper in the waste basket in

disgust. He would leave. He didn’t need this. They were just

diapers! Nobody wanted to wear diapers. He pulled up his pants.

*Knock Knock* "Are you done in there? Someone needs to use the

bathroom." Came Susan’s cheery voice.

"Dennis grabbed a paper towel and tried wiping up the mess, but it

only smeared on the door’s glossy surface."Just a minute! I’m uh..

going to the bathroom first." Dennis relaxed as he heard her

footsteps move away. He grabbed some more towels, wet them with the

faucet and scrubbed the sticky mess.

When he finished, he looked at the other diapers on the floor. He

decided to leave them there and get out of the store, before he did

anything else.

As he reached for the knob, a small voice in his head, sounding

remarkably like the pharmacist’s, spoke to him. "If it was that good

just holding it against you, how great would it be to wear them?"

He resisted. ’No, I don’t want to wear diapers! It’s sick!’ Yet he

found himself slowly unzipping his fly and lowering his pants again,

in response to the voice.

This time he selected a smaller one. After some work, he got it

into position, discovering that he was already hard again. He pulled

back the tabs and affixed them to the front of the diaper. It felt

soo good. So right. His balls wer tingling as if electricity was

flowing through them! He began masturbating again, still not sated

from the first time.

**BANG BANG BANG!** "Hurry up in there! I gotta take a crap!" A

deep, masculine voice shouted through the door.

Dennis jumped. He grabbed his pants and pulled them up guiltily.

"Just a minute!" He flushed the toilet and hid the other diaper

under his jacket before opening the door.

He walked up to the counter. Did you find your size? I mean for your

grandpa." She added, giggling again.

Dennis gulped. Did he really want to buy these? He didn’t have a

choice though. If he didn’t buy them, she would want to know why he

wasn’t buying the diapers for his ’grandfather’. "Uh yeah. The

medium one."

"How many bags would you like? Or would you prefer a case of a

hundred?"

Randy couldn’t believe he was going to say it. But, there was no way

he could turn down so many ’Pampers’ He looked at the floor as he

stammered. "Umm. A case please."

She rang him up and handed him his change from the $100.oo bill he

had handed her.

**DING DING**

Chapter 24 Sometimes It Just Makes You Want To Cry.

Linda was feeling a little hungry. She hadn’t eaten that much this

morning. The heavy breakfast she had planned with her sister no

longer seemed appetizing after getting a whiff of her son’s vomit,

urine and feces. She looked at he gas gauge. An eighth of a tank?

Linda turned on her indicator and got into the exit lane. Might as

well fill up the tank and have breakfast here, she thought seeing

the large Denny’s sign ahead. Plus, it would be a good idea to make

sure Ken used the bathroom, in case he was still ’sick’. They still

had more than an hours’ drive to go.

As the car slowed and turned, Ken looked up from his game Boy,

bored. He wished he had brought another game with him. "Why are we

stopping?"

"Breakfast. And we need some gas." Linda replied.

They ate first. Linda finished her second cup of coffee, realizing

she needed the bathroom. "Come on Ken." She left a tip as she got

up. "Let’s try and use the bathroom."

Ken wondered why she had to talk to him like that. He wasn’t a

little kid. He was just sick yesterday. He had thrown up hadn’t he?

Linda watched her son go in and listened to make sure he peed and

flushed. She entered the Women’s bathroom, before he came out. She

didn’t want Ken thinking she was checking on him. A repeat of last

night, while they were driving, was the last thing she needed now,

though.

Linda fueled up and started for the freeway entrance. Halfway there,

Ken called out to her. "Mom. I gotta pee again. Could we go back to

the gas station? Now?" He had pretended to pee and then flushed the

toilet only moments before, not having had to go at the time.

But now Ken felt a sudden powerful urge to piss. It came on so fast

and strong that he thought he might have dribbled a little in his pants

before he could clamp all the way down. He squirmed in his seat in

discomfort. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to pee this

bad!

"Again?! You just went five minutes ago! Wait till we get home. It’s

only an hour away." She looked back at her son, and was surprised to

see him wriggle in the seat. ’He must have been six or seven the

last time I saw him doing that.’ She sighed and turned around

quickly. She hoped it WAS because of the food yesterday. Linda hated

to think his ’night problem’ was getting to be a day problem as

well!

Ken nearly made it to the stall in time. As soon as he had touched

his dick, urine started spurting out. Most of it went into the

toilet, but not all. He couldn’t believe what was happening. The

night wettings were bad enough, and having to wear a diaper to bed a

this age was the scariest thing he had ever dealt with, but wetting

in the daytime was THE worst thing that could ever happen!

Outside of crapping in a diaper like a one year-old, that is. Even

if it was from bad food. Deep inside, though, Ken wasn’t sure it was

food poisoning that was causing his pants wetting. He wouldn’t

forget yesterday’s outing at the mall for a hundred years. He had wet

himself before he had eaten at the restaraunt, so that couldn’t have

been from the food. But it had to be! He didn’t piss his pants. Hell,

even his stupid cousin knew better than that!

He tried to dry his underpants with wadded up toilet-paper for

several minutes, when he heard a light tapping at the door. "Are you

all right in there? Kenny... Did you have another accident? Should I

bring you some clean pants?" She called loudly through the door.

Hastily, Ken stuffed more clean toilet paper down his underwear to

soak up the rest of the urine and zipped up, calling to his mom. "No

mom! Everything’s fine. I’m coming right out!" He flushed the toilet

and pulled open the door quickly.

"Kenneth Haskins! Isn’t there something you forgot?"

Discreetly covering his crotch, he looked down worriedly. But,

nothing was wrong. "Er, no mom. I’m ready to go."

"Get back in there and wash your hands, young man!" She glared at

him untill he turned around and obeyed.

He came out, drying his hands and walked to the car. As he passed

the RV parked next to the bathrooms, two girls, about ten and twelve

poked their head out the window. They started laughing at him! One

of them chanted, "What’s the matter? Did you have an accident?"

As he ran to the waiting car, the other girl chimed in, "Bye Kenny

Haskins. Don’t forget to wash your hands aftter you use the potty!"

The two girls screamed in hysterical laughter.

Ken cowered under the blanket in the back seat as they drove off,

passing the still laughing girls! They must have heard his mom call

through the door to him and had even heard his name! Long after they

were under way Ken stayed underneath, even when his mom told him it

was OK to come out. "They probably won’t remember you anyway. Don’t

worry about it, they were just being mean."

Ken crawled deeper beneath the covers. Eventually, he fell asleep.

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Linda opened the door and shook her son’s shoulders lightly. "Ken,

we’re home. Get up. I need help with the groceries and the

suitcases."

Ken sat up, pulling the blanket with him, not wanting to lose the

comfortable warmth. He looked around stupidly. "Home? Already?

Groceries? When did you go shopping."

"I tried to wake you, but you wouldn’t get up. I did the shopping

before we came home. That way I don’t have to go out again. Now,

please help me with these groceries."

A growing feeling of coldness and wetness was coming from his

midsection, causing him to miss much of what his mother was saying.

He sat up straighter and reached beneath the covers with his hand,

as if to confirm what he already knew. The sense of dread he had

felt seconds ago turned into a cold pit in his stomach, before

quickly becoming a fiery hot shame. While he was sleeping, he had

done it again! His pants were wet in the front and back as well as

the right side of his body from his thigh to his chest! He wrapped

the blanket more tightly around himself.

Linda immediately suspected something was amiss. "What’s the matter?

Are you still feeling ill?" Then she noticed the dark stain next to

where Ken was sitting as well as on part of the blanket. "In the

car?! How could you?" Linda was furious! He had been asleep for less

than two hours! And now her car would stink of urine untill she could

get it cleaned professionally.

"Umm. Linda? Is everything OK?" Michelle Lormann walked up behind

her nieighbor, wondering what the fuss was about. Randy was already

in the car and she had been unlocking her door, when she realized

her neighbors were having a problem.

Linda turned and saw that it was Michelle. "Hi Michelle. No problem,

everything is fine." She covered for her son automatically, and then

realized Michelle arleady knew about Ken’s problem. Michelle was one

of the few people she could talk to about this and she really felt

the need to talk about this with someone. She hadn’t seen Dr. Vernon

since this all began. Besides, Michelle would be very understanding,

her son had the same problem.

"Well, actually..."

Ken realized with shock, that his mother was going to tell their

neighbor about his accidents! "Mom! NO!"

She ignored him. Turning back to Michelle, she said, "He did it

again. He fell asleep on the ride home from his aunt’s house and wet

himself."

Ken was even more shocked to hear their neighbor’s response. "Was he

wearing ’protection’?"

She knew! His mom had told her about his GoodNites! Other people

knew about his problem! Ken buried his face in his hands, so as not

to have to look either one of the women in the face.

"Well, no. I didn’t know he went to sleep for a while, and then I

figured it was only an hour or so till we got home, and we had just

made a pit stop before that."

"Oh, How terrible! I’m sorry to hear that." Michelle peered into the

car. "It’s OK, honey, everyone has accidents sometimes. Just keep

trying and I’m sure you’ll be able to do it eventually." She saw Ken

sobbing and realized he must be terribly embarrassed. She looked at

her car and Randy was still waiting for her, reading as usual. She

lowered her voice and confided in Ken. "Randy used to wet every

night, too. But now he’s doing lots better! In fact, we’re going to

the movies and out to pizza after. We’re celebrating today, because

Randy has just made it five days without an accident. We had a deal,

and now he’s been dry five days, he doesn’t have to wear GoodNites

anymore!" She said it to comfort him and to give him hope, but it

seemed to have the opposite effect. He actually seemed to be crying!

Michelle backed away, not wanting to do further damage to the boy’s

bruised ego. She turned and murmured to Linda. "I’ll send you over

the rest of Randy’s GoodNites. It looks like you’ll still be needing

them for a while."

Linda nodded her thanks and Michelle returned to her car, so the boy

could enter the house without the indignity of someone seeing his wet

condition. She pulled out of the drive-way almost immediately and

drove to the theater.

Michelle considered telling Randy about the incident, but now that he

was dry(for good, she hoped.) at night, she didn’t want to give her son

the oppurtunity to make fun of, or humiliate the older boy. Not that

he would.

Randy was such a good boy.

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"Why, Dennis Lewis! Fancy meeting you here!" Called a voice from

behind him as the door clicked shut, causing the bell above the door

to ring once again.

Dennis turned around slowly, not recognizing the voice. ’Oh my God!

Not him! How does he even know my name?’

It was the man from the porn shop. He was dressed in a pin-striped

blue suit today with a yellow tie, but there was no mistaking that

athletic physique or the large bulge he remembered so well. The

smirking man was looking down at him, eyes darting from him to the

counter, where his recent purchase lay.

"Oh, by the way. Last time you were in my store, you dropped this."

He reached into his pocket and held up Dennis’ high school ID. I was

going to drop it off at your school tomorrow. But now I can give it

to you in person." His smiled widened and he turned to the woman

behind the counter. "Is my special order ready? Name of Roy

Longhorn."

Susan smiled, realizing what was in the sealed bag she pulled from

below the counter. "Certainly sir. It’s $128.00 even."

Dennis started edging toward the door, then Susan called out. "Don’t

forget your diapers. You already paid for them." She grabbed a large

opaque bag from under the counter. "You’d better put them in here.

It might be embarrassing if someone saw you walking around with

those."

He wanted to leave immediately. Dennis didn’t want to be around this

man whose dick he had sucked the other day. And he didn’t want him

to know Dennis was buying adult diapers, either.

Jack Longhorn watched the boy with interest. He seemed very

embarrassed to be caught purchasing the diapers. Almost too

embarrassed for someone picking them up for a family member or

friend. Hmm.

The kid seemed to bulge out around the middle kind of suspiciously,

too. Maybe the kid was one of them Pervs who got off on acting like

a baby! He enjoyed watching people get off on sick things. You could

almost say it was a fetish of his. He’d never met a diaper lover

before, though. "Hey Dennis. How about I drive you home? That way no

one has to know what you got there. You can put it on the floor of

my car and no one could see it."

Home! Dennis hadn’t thought about how he was going to get them

there. He had just needed them so badly all of a sudden and he ahd

come in the store and... Shit! He was STILL wearing the diaper! How

could he have forgotten? "No. Uh, No thanks" He said retrieveng his

School ID from the man’s hand. He would rather take his chances on

the bus. The first steps towards the door nearly made his heart

stop! The diaper was so loud that he ceased walking and waited for

the other man to leave, instead.

Susan looked up at boy, standing at the door and couldn’t resist,

easily seeing his fears and concerns. "Oh and - Dennis was it? -

don’t forget to tell your grandpa that these diapers are kind of

easy to hear when it’s quiet, but tell him not to worry. To most

people, it sounds like a plastic bag, kind of like the one you’re

carrying now. No one ever notices. Unless, " She added. "the diaper

is sticking up outside your pants if you forget to tuck your shirt

in right, or if your clothes are a little too small."

She handed the other man his package and without checking, knew

Dennis was surreptiously looking to see if the diaper he was wearing

was showing.

It wasn’t, but that wouldn’t last very long. As he left the store,

his shirt started riding up and his pants started tightening a

little. The outline of the diaper was much more visible now, but

hardly anyone would notice it. But the two inches of disposable diaper

now peeking out from under his shrunken shirt and jacket would be hard

to miss.

Buying Diapers

Chapter 25 - A Nice, Relaxing evening. No, Really.

Dennis quickly left the store and started walking to the bus.

Nervously touching his crotch, the diaper beneath seemed quite

invisible to him(thanks to a parting gift from Susan). The

pharmacist had been wrong after all. No one could possibly tell what

was beneath his jeans.

The rubbing of the padded material he felt with each step was too

much for the boy to take! In a matter of seconds, he came into the

thirsty adult diaper, squirting what felt like gallons of semen into

his giant ’Pamper’. He leaned against the bus stop, recovering from

the shock of shooting his load in a diaper while walking down a

public street. Thankful that no one else was waiting there, he

allowed himself to calm down. The combination of guilt, shame and

pleasure was becoming all too familiar to him.

A large Cadillac pulled up to the bus stop and the front door was

opened up. It was the guy from the porn shop again! The man called

out to him. "Those things are pretty visible, you know. Maybe you

should ride with me, unless you want everyone on the bus wondering

why a sixteen year old is doing wearing adult-sized diapers. Or do

you want one of your school mates to see you like that?

Dennis looked down at his pants. And, while he hadn’t thought so

earlier, it now seemed clear that his blue jeans were indeed much

more bulky than they ought to be. Then he gasped as he spotted the

plastic reaching over the sides of his pants. Why hadn’t he spotted

this earlier?! People would know immediately, just like the lady in

the store had said!

Torn between getting into a car with a guy who he had sucked off and

already KNEW he was wearing a diaper and getting on a bus with who

knows who on board, Dennis got in and put the bag on the floor,

between his feet.

As they drove down the boulevard, Jack, using one hand to steer the

big car, began unzipping his fly.

"W-What are you doing?" Randy nervously asked.

"It’s called Joysticking. Driving while jacking off." He said as he

stroked his member, making sure the head of his cock was in plain

view of his passenger.

Dennis tried to look away, but kept stealing glances at the man’s

cock as they drove.

Jack pulled over in front of a park with lots of children and their

families playing noisily. "Get out and take your diapers with you."

"What? Why? I thought you were taking me to my house. I don’t want

all these people to see me like this!"

"Then suck my dick as I drive. Your choice, but make up your mind

now. I’m really horny." The man said stroking his dick again.

Dennis looked at the man’s cock again and felt the strange desires

well up in him. He had to suck this guy’s dick! "OK! Ok, I will,

just drive off before someone sees us!"

As The Cadillac pulled back on the road, Jack removed his seat belt

and put both hands on the wheel, grinning. Seeing Dennis hesitate,

he said, "Hurry up and suck it, Diaper boy!"

That did it! Dennis thought about all his fantasies of gay sex while

in a diaper and couldn’t hold back. Even though he didn’t want to do

it, really, and definitely not in such a public way, he had no real

choice in the matter. He released his seat belt and bent over

awkwardly in the seat.

He started sucking slowly, tasting the man’s sweaty cock as his

other hand rubbed the front of his diaper, tyring to reach the

minisule erection through his pants and extemely thick diaper. As

ashamed as he was , Dennis was loving it. He slurped and sucked

noisily on the older man’s tool. He couldn’t get enough of it!

Feeling the head pushing against his tonsils, he pulled his mouth

back and rushed forward, pushing it even further down his throat. He

had to taste this guy’s sperm again. Long before he got his salty

reward, he had rubbed himself to another ejaculation. In the back of

his mind, Dennis was screaming with disgust and self-pity, which

only intensified as Jack shot his load.

When the car finally came to a stop, Dennis sat up wondering where

they were. It certainly wasn’t home. He could still taste the man’s

sperm in his mouth and guiltily wiped his face. Then he recognized

where they were. The porn shop. He looked at the amn whose dick he

ahd sucked twice now. "Why are we here? I thought you were taking me

home."

"I figured you’ve been so good to me, I might return the favor. I’ll

let you keep your diapers here at the store, so you don’t have to

worry about being caught at home with them. I know they are for you

and not your grandfather like you told the blonde back there. Don’t

try and deny it." He said seeing Dennis about to protest. "It’s

obvious you are wearing one now, you didn’t even tuck them in all

the way. Here." He said, handing him his jacket. "Wrap this around

your waist,

so no one sees it. I can’t have some kid coming into my shop in a

diaper!"

As Dennis wraped the coat around his waist, Jack continued. "Like I

said, you can keep them here and sneak them into your house a few at

a time. It’ll be easier than trying to get in with a whole bag of

diapers without anyone noticing, and I’m sure you don’t want your

family to find out about this." He mentally added, ’And you can suck

my dick again when you come here to pick some up.’ "I’ll just put

them in my office and you can just pop on by when you want some

more, OK?"

Dennis wasn’t sure he liked the arrangement, but it was better than

trying to sneak a whole package home and finding a place to hide

something so bulky.

There was no way he could bribe his brother enough to keep that

quiet, if he ever found out. And if his parent’s found out... He

shuddered. "O- OK. But, you have to promise not to tell ANYONE." He

looked at the porn shop owner, pleadingly.

"Of course. Now why don’t you wash up in the bathroom, you’re

sweating all over. And", he smiled "you still have a spot of cum on

your chin."

Dennis immediately rubbed his face, horror-stricken. Cleaning up in

the bathroom seemed like a wise idea. What if there were any other

evidence of his disgusting perversions?

He washed his face, nervously checking to see if anyone followed him

in. Then he went to the stall and removed the diaper, sick to his

heart at what he had done today. He tossed it in the trash and

headed toward the door.

"Hey, wait a minute!" The owner called out, coming out of his office

and spotting the boy leaving. He hurried over to Dennis, and handed

him a small bag. "Here. I put a couple of your... things inside. I

also found some other things I thought you might like. Check it out

when you get home. I stapled the bag closed so no one can see what’s

inside." He took back his jacket and watched the boy leave silently.

’What a pervert! But he sure can give good head!’

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Ken waited for the Lormanns to drive off, then got out of the car

and hurried into the house, still wrapped in the blanket. His mom

had gone in to unpack the groceries she now had to carry in herself.

She watched him enter the bathroom and heard the shower start up as

she was putting away the refrigerated items.

Ken pulled out the sopping wet paper towels from his underwear and

threw them in the toilet and undressing, walked in to the steaming

hot shower. He scrubbed the urine smell off his body and thought

about his latest accident. He knew it must have happened while he

was sleeping and that made him feel a little better. Wetting when he

was asleep was better than when he was awake. When he was asleep he

couldn’t get up and use the bathroom, that’s all. He reasoned, not

realizing that he had come to accept his nightly wettting on some

level.

But the daytime accidents had to stop! And the crapping at night,

too. He was sure that wouldn’t be a problem again. He had gotten rid

of all that French food by now. Tonight he wouldn’t wet or crap

himself, he vowed. From now on thing’s will be back to normal! When

he woke up in dry GoodNites tomorrow, his mom would see.

Linda made dinner and set the table. When Ken finished showereing,

she walked up to his room, grabbed a GoodNite from his closet as

well as some clean clothes. She opened the door as he was towelling

off. "Ken, I brought you some clean clothes. Make sure you put them

all on. Then come down for lunch."

She set down his stuff on the sink and left.

He thought about the way she had said ’put them all on’, wondering

what she meant as he pulled on his socks and grabbed his orange

t-shirt with " #1" written on the front. Underneath his shirt was a

GoodNite. He groaned. She was going to make him wear it during the

day?

It wasn’t fair, he fumed. He had wet while he was sleeping, not

while he was awake. Why should he have to wear them during the day?

He wasn’t going to wet his pants again. He was better now.

Nonetheless, he pulled them on. His mom had said wear all the

clothes, and obviously this was what she meant. She would probably

check to make sure.

After lunch, Ken stayed around the house, occasionally going out to

smoke. He stayed in his room otherwise, telling his mom he didn’t

feel well. Not well enough to have to be around her right now, he

thought, taking another drag. Or to hang out with friends anyway.

Besides, Dennis was probably watching a baseball game and Lisa

wasn’t too receptive to him at the moment.

He recalled her wet lips wrapped around his dick, and stroked his

jeans, stopping abruptly when he felt the padded material underneath

and heard the soft crinkle the movement produced.

He suddenly had an urge to pee! It came on fast and he felt the pain

of urgency as he ran to the bathrom, holding the front of his pants

to try and stop the flow. He made it! He went a disappointingly

small amount, though. He had been sure his bladder was about to

burst, but little more than would perhaps fill a shot glass came

out. He stood there shaking his limp penis again and again, hoping

to coax out more urine, but there wasn’t any. He pulled up his

GoodNites, relieved to see the word ’dry’ still printed on the

pristinely white front. It wasn’t fair at all. He had to wear

GoodNites during the day now, and Randy didn’t have to wear them at

all anymore!

He walked dejectedly back to his room to play a video game on his

computer. As he passed his trash bin, he saw the wet GoodNites

inside and recalled how his mother had discovered the missing

garments and then had found the wet ones hidden in his drawer, as

well as her edict that she would now put his GoodNites on every

night now.

’Eureka!’ He knew how to make things a little more even between

Randy and himself. He would just sneak the wet Pull-ups over to

Randy’s and hide them where his mom would find them easily enough

and remove some of the dry ones, so she would notice that some were

missing! She would think Randy had been wetting himself and hiding

it from her. She would have to make him wear them again. He grabbed

the wet GoodNites and went downstairs.

Linda looked up from her reports. She had been going over the pitch

she and Bob were to give on Tuesday. "Did you wet again?" She

demanded seeing what was in his hands.

Ken was ready for her to ask that. "No, mom. I went in the toilet a

couple of seconds ago. These are the ones from last week. They were

smelling up the room. I’m going to put them in the outside trash."

"Well, it’s about time you started taking responsibility for your

actions." She replied testily, returning to her reports. Still, he

had a point. She had to find some way to control the smell. Perhaps

Martha might have a few ideas. She would call her tonight.

Ken walked outside and around the side, carrying the ktchen trash

bag with the GoodNites on top. He didn’t want the neighbors to see

him carrying them around.

He arrived at the side of the house and tossed away the rest of the

trash, keeping the GoodNites concealed from people who might be

passing on the street and opened his neighbors’ door to their back

yard.

Ken crept into the back yard, but Randy’s window was shut. He

searched the outside, found an open ground floor window and climbed

inside. The house was quiet. He walked up to Randy’s room and let

himself in, pulled open the closet and shoved the three wet

GoodNites behind the opened bag. He placed some of Randy’s laundry

on top, as if the fourteen year-old had tried to conceal them, but

made sure one of the garments was showing through the pile of

clothes. Then he removed five GoodNites from the bag, to make sure

his mom would notice the discrepancy. ’Let him try and expalin

this.’ He thought savagely, picturing Randy pleading ignorance as

his mom demanded he put on his GoodNites.

’Back to bedwetting pants for you, you little fucker!’ If Ken had to

wear them, then Randy should, too. After all, Randy had needed them

for years. Ken’s problem would be gone soon and everything would be

back to normal.

As Ken walked back home he felt a little tingle in his GoodNites and

squeezed down hard. Not caring what anyone saw or thought, he ran

for the bathroom. He raced inside and up the stairs. He pulled down

his pants and quickly lowered the Pull-Up. He tried to fish his cock

out. He grabbed at where it should be and missed. He looked down,

desperate to pee in the toilet, and to not have to tell his mom he

had wet himself again.

Finally, he found it. His dick seemed to be folded under him at a

weird angle. Ken tried to pull the GoodNites down to ’free the

beast’, as he always said when he needed to adjust his cock, but he

stopped after putting his thumbs inside the waistband. He couldn’t

push it down! Then he remembered what his mom had said Saturday. He

was no longer allowed to remove his GoodNites, she said. He tried

again, but whatever compulsion he felt that caused him to obey his

mom whenever it was about his wetting, wouldn’t go away. He had to

keep them on until she decided to remove them.

Then Ken noticed something else. He was dry. He hadn’t wet himself

after all. Relieved that he is showing signs of control, he pulls

out his dick, but stops again as he tries to pull it out. It doesn’t

feel right. His penis is sending him signals that his hand is

touching it, BUT his hand is telling him it is holding something

much smaller than his penis! He tugged and felt a pain that let him

know the truth. It was his penis, but it was MUCH smaller than

usual. Ken panicked.

He had to pull his hand out of the GoodNite and stretch the

waistband open with both hands to see it, because his hand was

completely covering it with only two fingers and a thumb. "Fuck!

Fuck! What the fuck is going on here!?" He thought wildly. His dick

was a small as a baby’s penis, he thought numbly to himself. How had

this happened? It was impossible! His dick and balls were TINY!

Even as he looked at his new equipment in shock, it failed him.

Urine started spattering and spalshing against the absorant

material, and was quickly absorbed. Maybe his dick shrunk because he

was wearing Pull-Ups, like a little kid. Or maybe he had started

peeing himself because something was wrong with his penis. It didn’t

matter, the result was the same. Ken hated to do it, but he had to.

He had to tell his mom, so she could set up a doctor’s appointment.

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Lisa sat watching the TV in her new Lane Bryant sweat-suit. Her mom

had insisted she buy something that fit her. Lisa was beginning to

show skin, she had said. Her mom would never allow that. Even as

large as she had become, she might be considered desirable by some

boys.

Lisa didn’t agree. No one was interested in a fat girl, she knew.

Even Dennis hadn’t called her this weekend. Not that she could talk

to him. She couldn’t even get phone calls from boys now. Her parents

were adamant about it. Now she had to go to school in clothes made

for fat ladies! They were very unstylish and only accentuated her

new girth, rather than concealing it.

Little Jenny’s crying finally got her off the couch. "I’m coming

Jen-Jen!" She quickly warmed a bottle and entered the one year-old’s

room. It didn’t take Lisa long to know it wasn’t a bottle that the

baby was crying for. Or not only for the bottle, anyway. She grabbed

a diaper and some wipes. Normally she would grab some gloves as

well, but this time she just decided to get it over with quickly.

The stink was unbearable!

She quickly wiped the little gril’s behind and placed her into a

clean diaper, handing the teary-eyed baby her bottle. Then she

reached for the diaper, intending to toss it in the outside garbage.

But, instead she picked up the still open-faced, soiled diaper and

brought it to her nose, frowning. ’Why am I doing this?’ She

wondered. Then she inhaled through her nose, deeply. ’Eww! Gross!

This has got to be the nastiest thing I have ever smelled!’ She held

it even closer to her nose and took a second whiff, causing her to

gag. Despite the repulsive smell, Lisa suddenly feels good and warm

all over. Like she has just gotten into a bubble bath, or the first

time she had kissed a boy.

What is wrong with me? She wondered, shaking her head. I HATE the

smell of dirty diapers! She quickly tossed the used pair of Luvs

into the trash, even as the pleasant feeling continued to wash over

her. ’Perhaps I am feeling good, because I helped a helpless child

with a nasty, uncomfortable mess. I certainly don’t feel good about

changing dirty diapers.’ Feeling sure that she had the answer, she

walked back to the TV and sat down.

Five minutes later, Jenny began to cry again. "Can’t I get a break?

Your mom and dad will be home in an hour." She spoke to the

distressed toddler as she re-entered the room. The bottle was empty

and Jenny stood up holding onto the rails of her crib. Lisa wondered

if she had pooped again. Sometimes that happened, especially after a

feeding. She picked up the bawling baby and peeked into the back of

the diaper. Nothing. Lisa was a little surprised at the

disappointment she felt. Why should she be disappointed that the

little girl hadn’t pooped her diaper again? Weird. She grabbed a

pacifier nearby and stuck it in Jenny’s open mouth, causing her to

quiet down somewhat. Then Lisa bounced her gently on her knee for a

while.

When Jenny had calmed down enough, she was set down on the floor

with a couple of toys and Lisa went back to her programs. Even

though the little girl seemed happy and no more nasty smells came

from her, Lisa checked her twice more (almost hopefully) before the

Marinets came back.

They paid her and Mr. Marinet drove her home.

As soon as she got in the house, her parents demanded all the money

and even called Mrs. Marinet to confirm the amount and ask how she

did. They even inquired as to how much food she had eaten while there.

As she listened to her mother speak on the phone, Lisa felt

like her mom and dad were treating her like a twelve year-old. They

didn’t trust her at all.

Chapter 26 - "Cha Cha Cha Changes. Turn And Face The Strange...." -

David Bowie.

They were eating their pizza and laughing about some of the funnier

points in the movie, when Randy felt an odd tingling sensation in

his pants. He stopped mid-laugh and pretending to sit up straighter,

reached down to feel his pants. He had felt that tingle only once

before. The day Dennis had picked up the cursed diapers and had

’given’ most of his manhood to Randy! He quickly excused himself,

seeing his mom’s puzzled expression.

He awkwardly walked to the bathroom, trying to adjust himself. It

felt like his penis and testicles were being strangled.

He pulled down his pants at the urinal and looked in amazement at

the size of it! It was as thick as a roll of half-dollars and easily

more than 7 inches long. And it wasn’t even hard! And his scrotum

was now as large as his fist! He would have to get baggier pants

soon, he realized, or he would feel squashed all day long.

He heard someone enter and he started pretending to pee, before he

realized he actually needed to go. As he finished up, he glanced at

the wall mounted urinal to his left and saw a man standing there,

peeing. But the man wasn’t even looking at the bowl. He was staring

in amazement and envy at Randy’s now humongous penis! Randy glanced

down at the man, whose own equipment paled in comparison.

The man, seeing Randy look down at his penis, shielded it from view.

He couldn’t believe he was envious of the equipment of this young

teen, and was feeling much less secure of his own five inches. He

quickly left the bathroom, not even washing his hands.

That night, after twenty very unsuccessful, frustrating minutes, he

rolled off his girlfriend despairingly. She consoled him, saying,

"Don’t worry. It happens to everyone some time. It’s no big thing."

He winced at her phrasing, which echoed his own thoughts quite

closely.

The drive home from the pizza place was fun, Randy thought, as they

each took turns impersonating their favorite characters from the

Harry Potter movies. Randy would occasionally reach down and touch

his twice-enlarged penis. ’One more bully down.’ He thought, knowing

that his latest increase in size meant that Ken was now the not-so-proud

owner of a baby-sized dick. They pulled in to the driveway and went

inside, happy to be back home. Randy laid on his bed to read as his

mom finished her Sunday chores.

*Ding Dong-a-Ling-Dong* chimed the doorbell. Randy looked up from

his book, curious.

"Randy. Come down here, you have a visitor." His mom called to him.

He padded down the steps, wondering who it could be. He hadn’t

missed a chess club meeting, had he? It was Dennis! What did he

want? His visitor was standing there nervously with a lunch bag in

his hand.

"Randy, you remember Dennis? He says you were going to work on a

school report together." Michelle said as Randy came to a stop in

the entry.

"Why don’t you boys go to work in the living room, and I’ll bring up

some hot chocolate and some cookies." Michelle was pleased that

Randy was being more social and inviting friends over, but she was

alittle suprised that he hadn’t told her about it. She went through

the hall and shut his bedroom door first. He didn’t need to be

embarrassed about his calendar, tonight of all nights. It wouldn’t

be up there much longer and she didn’t want to leave anything to

chance, that might mess up Randy’s happiness.

Dennis waited until Michelle had gone, then whispered anxiously to

Randy, shoving the money into Randy’s hand. "Here! That’s all of it.

Five hundred dollars! Now, take the curse off me!"

He looked dumbly at the money being thust into his hand. "What?" But

then he remembered. When Dennis had been sucking his penis in that

wet GoodNite, he had promised to remove the curse if Dennis gave him

$500.00! And here it was. He had said it in the heat of the moment,

wanting to show his power over the boy who had perpetrated the

humiliations he had undergone in the last week. Now, here was

Dennis, handing him five $100.00 bills.

"Take it!" Dennis hissed, glancing around to make sure Randy’s

mother would not reappear.

Randy wasn’t sure what to do, he hadn’t intended to blackmail

Dennis, just furhter humiliate him with the threat. He didn’t think

he COULD remove the curse. What was it the first operator had said?

They were not in the curing business, or something like that. What

if he couldn’t do it?

Dennis was desperate to get rid of this curse, he was sure. Randy

would be if it were him. Would Dennis actually hurt him? Almost

certainly, he decided. And not just a little, either. Dennis would

be out for revenge! He grabbed the money and stuffed it into his

pocket. "Um. Oh yeah. Good. Well, I guess I’ll remove it then."

Dennis stood, staring at him as if he expected him to do it this

second. "Umm. I ... I can’t do it while you’re watching. I have to

prepare some stuff first." He said, buying time. He saw his mom

returning from the kitchen. "I’ll have it done by tomorrow." He

whispered, as she brought the boys a small tray of cookies, saying

cocoa would be ready in a couple of minutes.

Dennis got up, excusing himself, "I actually have to go home now. My

mom is expecting me soon.", not wanting to be around the person who

had turned him into a pervert with a tiny dick any longer than

necessary. Mostly though, he was afraid he might beg Randy to let

him suck his dick again. Already feeling the stirrings of desire, he

quickly left, before he could humiliate himself further.

Back on the street, his sick sexual urges calmed down a little and

he began to think more clearly about his situation. It wasn’t good.

If Randy didn’t remove the curse like he said he would, Dennis could

be stuck like this forever. A shiver passed through his body at the

thought. He would never get involved with one of Ken’s stupid

schemes again, he vowed.

’That bastard Ken, It was all his fault.’ And yet he, Dennis, was

the one who was cursed. One thing was sure, he wasn’t going to warn

Ken about it. Firstly, he would have to let Ken know what happened

to him in order to warn him, and NO ONE, but NO ONE was ever going

to find out what had befallen him. Especially since it was getting

reversed. Then he would go back to a normal life. He would never

speak to Ken or Randy again.

But what about Lisa? Surely she should be warned. He couldn’t tell

her what happened, but he could tell her to stay away from Randy at

all costs. Once everything had been straightened out, he could stop

avoiding Lisa and they could go back to being a couple.

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At 9 o’clock Randy and his mom trouped up to his room to get rid of

the GoodNites together. Randy swept the bag off the floor and handed

it to his mom in mock solemnity. Then he grinned. Michelle smiled at

her son, even as her eyes were drawn to the bag in her hand. It was

about a quarter full.

She frowned, looking at the bag and started counting. She had picked

it up Wednesday night. Five days ago. The package held 14 to a bag.

She counted the remaining four and subtracted. It didn’t work. There

should be nine still in the bag. Five were mysteriously unaccounted

for.

She didn’t like her conclusion, but she couldn’t see any

alternatives. Randy had been dry for five days in a row, when he had

never done three before. There were five missing GoodNites. To help

him feel better after what had happened Tuesday night, she had

stopped checking him when he got up in the morning. Then she

remembered how depressed he had been Wednesday morning, even though

he had claimed to be dry. Her frown deepened, her lips pressed

together in a thin, angry line.

Randy’s smile faltered as he watched his mother. She was staring at

the GoodNites, rather strangely. And somehow, Randy didn’t like it.

Her eyes flashed angrily at her son. "Randolph Lormann. Where are

the other GoodNites?" Her eyes swept the room, coming to rest on the

closet floor. He had piled some of his laundry in the closet. He had

been putting his dirty laundry in the basket since he was six! She

bent down to have a closer look.

"Mom, What are you doing?" Randy said with a note of panic in his

voice. What had she seen? What ’other GoodNites’?

Michelle turned around, a fiery expression on her face. She raised

her hand slowy and held out what she had found. Three GoodNites. Now

that they were uncovered, the smell was obvious. They were no longer

pure white and all of them showed the word ’WET’ in bright blue.

Randy stared in in stunned disbelief! "Mom. I swear. I don’t know

how those got there! You’ve got to believe me!" He looked at her

pleadingly and she glared back scornfully.

Michelle snorted. "How dare you?! How dare you sit there and baldly

lie to my face! I took you to the movies and the pizza place! And to

miniature golf. To celebrate a lie!" Her voice rose to a shout.

"It wasn’t me! It must have been the person who put the diapers in

here the first time." Randy interjected desperately.

"And how did they get into your room? Through the locked window?"

She pointed at his windows that he had kept tightly shut for the

last three days, her finger shaking with anger.

"I- I don’t know, maybe they picked the locks or something. Maybe

they’re spying on us!"

"Randy. I would have accepted that you wet these last five nights. I

would have accepted an apology this morning saying you had lied to

me and that you had really still been wetting every night. But, even

now, you won’t admit to it, with the evidence here in my hands!" She

waved the GoodNites under his nose menacingly. Her chest heaved with

emotion.

Randy tied again to protest his innocence, but she cut him off.

Michelle was seeing red! He clearly had been wetting every night and

slipping on a dry GoodNite in the morning to fool her. How did he think

he could get away with this? "Get undressed." She pulled a GoodNite

out of the bag.

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"Mom?" Ken called timidly into the living room. "Can you please come

here?"

Linda heard the tone of his voice and noted the frightened way in

which he spoke. She put her notes down and walked up the stairs.

’Had he gotten sick again?’, she wondered. She found him in the

bathroom, his pants part way down, standing in front of the toilet.

He turned to her tearfully, his lower lip trembling. She immediately

took in his appearance and spotted the word ’WET’ marked on the front

of his Pull-Up. He had wet himself again! She grabbed his arm and

pulled him towards his bedroom. He was muttering something. "So

little. Not my fault." She wasn’t sure, but that’s what it sounded

like. He shuffled along at her insistent pull, his pants drooping

partway down his thighs.

"What do you mean ’so little’? You soaked them! Lets get you cleaned

up and into a dry di- Pull-Up." It seemed she was going to have to

get used to this. She wasn’t sure how she was going to cope with it

just now. ’But the first thing to do, is take care of the immediate

problem.’ She told herself.

"No, no." Ken replied. "It’s not that", he sobbed, tears welling up,

as she sat him on the bed.

"Well, what is it, then?" She asked, untying his shoes and removing

them.

"It’s my..." His voice trailed off so that she didn’t understand his

response.

She pulled his pants the rest of the way off and grabbed a clean

Easy-Up from the closet. Kneeling at his feet, she gently removed

the wet garment. "Your what? Oh my God! Ken, what happened to your

penis!?" she exclaimed. At first glance, it looked shrunken with the

cold. But it was more than, or rather, less than that. His testicles

were the size of a walnut and his penis was so small, that it stuck

out almost horizontally, not having enough length or mass to be

pulled downward by the forces of gravity. Pencil thin and under half

the lenghth of her pinky finger, looking for all the world like a

penis that belonged to a boy who has barely been potty-trained.

’Which he is.’ A small part of her brain commented.

Tears were running down Ken’s red cheeks. He didn’t know what was

going on with him. It was like his body was betraying him

completely! First the night wettings, then the horrible mall

accident; he had even shit himself while he was sleeping. And now

this. It was too much to handle. The sobs he had been holding back

finally burst forth as his shrunken penis suddenly spurted a small

amount of urine without any warning right onto his mother’s face and

clothing.

Linda spluttered as she felt the warm acidic liquid hit her mouth and

dress. It wasn’t much, but it wasn’t pleasant either. She wiped her

lips and chin with the sleeve of her dress as her son crumpled onto

his bed. "It’s OK, Ken. Don’t worry. It was only an accident, it’s

not your fault." Grabbing one of his t-shirts from the laundry

basket, she wiped her son’s crotch dry and put the shirt on the

floor to absorb the few drops that landed there.

"Here, let’s get this on you so it doesn’t happen again, OK? Then we

can call the doctor. Something is going on here and we need to have

you checked out." She pulled the Easy-Up into place, the smiling

dinosaur now covering his diminished organ. Ken lay on the bed still

helplessly crying, unable to deal with all the changes(some, quite

literally) he had gone through recently.

Linda grabbed his pants and pulled them on for him. So lost in his

own misery, Ken din’t even notice as she grabbed him under his knees

and lifted his padded butt and hips into the air to pull the pants

around his waist. She zipped him up, looking again at the Barney

character surrounded by stars, reminding her of one of the things

her sister had sent along.

With the evidence of his shrunken penis, however, she knew Ken’s

problem was probably physical and decided against having him watch

it again right now. It probably wouldn’t help him and would only be

a reminder of his problems. As if either of them could forget.

Leaving her distraught son still lying on the bed and crying his

eyes out, she went to make an appointment with Ken’s doctor. She

would have to tell Stephen, Ken’s father, of course. But not until

they knew what was going on.

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"Please, mom! I swear..." Randy tried again, hoping to get her to

listen to reason.

Michelle was through waiting. She set the Pull-Up aside and yanked

his pants down to his ankles. She reached for his underpants and saw

that Randy had been stuffing his underwear in order to look bigger

’down there’. It added up with her recent discovery of Randy’s

’extra-curricular playtime’. It barely made her pause though, as she

grasped his waistband, shrugging his hands off of hers and pulled.

*Gasp!* He wasn’t stuffing. Apparently he had had a huge growth

spurt (she acknowledged the pun to herself, humorlessly) in a short

period of time. No wonder he had taken to masturbating so much,

recently! It also helped explain why he had tried so hard to

convince her that he was dry at nights. The contrast between his

massive, manly genitalia and wetting the bed must have made it even

more embarrassing than it already was.

Still, it didn’t excuse him lying to her for nearly a week and

celebrating what he knew to be untrue. Michelle had worked hard to

instill honesty and openness between them and this was a massive

breach of that trust. It could not go unpunished. Trying not to stare

at her son’s "manhood", which was larger than any she had ever seen

on a full fgrown man, let alone a fourteen year-old boy. Michelle

ordered him to remove his shoes and pants.

Surprising even himself, Randy shouted, "NO! I won’t! I’m too old to

wear those anymore." He turned away from her, bent over and began

pulling up his underwear and pants.

Michelle knew this was getting out of hand very fast and she had to

restore order. Randy wasn’t the one who made the rules around here;

she was. She grabbed his arms and sat down on the edge of his bed,

pulling him over her lap. She held down her struggling son with her

left hand. "I’m sorry I have to do this Randy, but you aren’t giving

me any choice." She said grimly as she raised her other hand. *SMACK

SMACK SMACK* After counting twenty spankings, she reached down,

still keeping him over her lap and removed his pants and underwear.

Randy cried and kicked harder when she pulled the Pull-Up over one

foot, causing her to pause and spank him further. When it was

obvious the fight had gone out of him, she continued dressing him in

his Pull-Up.

She stood him up, got up herself and inspected him. His penis was so

large, half of it was over the top of the GoodNite. She told him,

"Tuck that in, or do you want me to do that for you as well?" Her

sobbing son complied as she continued. "Now. I’m going to ask you

one more time. Have you been wetting Your Pull-Ups and hiding them

every morning?" She looked at him sternly.

Randy was too afraid to deny it. She loooked like she might spank

him again, or worse. He nodded, looking at the floor, while still

rubbing his sore, padded bottom.

"I’m, very disappointed in you Randy. Since you have been hiding

your wet Pull-Ups, I will inspect them every morning from now on. If

I find you lying and sneaking on dry ones again, I just might have

to put you in a diaper after all." She bluffed.

Randy looked at her, horrified. "No mom, please not that. I swear

I’ll never do it again! Just not diapers, Please!" He knew better

than to try and deny it again. She might get mad enough to make him

wear a diaper tonight!

Seeing the fear in his eyes, Michelle was convinced he would never

do it again. She was glad, because she knew she couldn’t go through

with it. Putting her son in a diaper would break his spirit. It

could set back his chances of night dryness for years. She finished

up by laying down the new rules. "You will wear that until tomorrow

morning. If you remove it, I will have to spank you again. You are

not to remove your Pull-Ups until I check on you every morning. We

will mark your calendar correctly and hope you can stay dry five

days for real, this time." Seeing that she was getting through and

not wanting to seem like the bad guy, she softened her voice as she

continued. "I’m not trying to embarrass you Randy. I just want to

help you with this problem. I expected you to trust me and believe

me the way I trusted and believed in you. I hope that soon I can

trust you again, OK?" She grabbed his chin and looked him in the

eyes compassionately.

"OK." Randy nodded, still not looking his mom in the face.

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Dennis walked home, wishing he still had his car, but grateful that

he would at least be ’normal’ by tomorrow. He rehearsed his story

about what happened to his car several times: His car had been

stolen from the mall parking lot. He had already filed a report with

the police, so his parents didn’t need to call them. The police had

said it was unlikely that they would find it in anything but pieces.

They had said they would call him if it turned up, though. They

might believe that.

Maybe his parents would feel bad enough for him, they would buy

another one for him. He doubted it. His dad’s hours had been cut

back and his mom hadn’t gotten the raise she expected to.

During dinner his parents were sympathetic, but no offer for a car

was forthcoming. Afterward, he went to his room and cleaned up. He

finallly noticed the paper bag he had set down on his desk before

dinner. Curious as to what the man at the porn shop had found that

he thought Dennis might like, he tore the top off the bag. Inside

were two of his new diapers what looked like an adult magazine and a

black rubber thing that looked a little like a rocket that bulged in

the middle and had a round rubber base. He turned over the magazine

and saw a picture of a huge hairy man wearing a diaper! The title

was ’Diaper Domination!’. He unconscioully began rubbing the front

of his pants as he set the magazine on the bed and turned the pages.

Before long, he removed his pants and while looking at a picture of

a man tied up and wearing nothing but a diaper, began to stroke the

plastic shell of one of his diapers. Suddenly realizing he was doing

it again, he threw the magazine and diaper to the floor in disgust.

He then picked them up again and hid them in his closet. To distract

himself he went on-line and looked at pictures of naked girls,

thinking since he was horny, he could masturbate to them instead.

But after two minutes on a site called ’Barleylegal.com’ he was

flaccid. His thumb and forefinger rubbed up and down uselessly as he

tried to encourage his dick to stiffen again, but it was no good. He

just couldn’t get off.

Then Dennis had an idea. If he put the diaper on, then he could jack

off to the naked girls and that would be closer to normal. Maybe he

could wean himself of these gay and diaper desires, by starting off

slow. First just the girls and a diaper, then maybe girls while just

touching a diaper, and then maybe he could just jack off to girls

again. He was so horny by this time, anything was worth a try. He

layed down on his bed and opened up the diaper. He placed it

underneath him, after examining the top sheet and soft, thick

padding, going out to the sides of the diaper.(just like Pampers,

he thought, his tiny penis sending electric buzzes of joy up his

spine.) Each time he pulled at or adjusted the diaper, the crinkling

sound set his heart pumping faster. He pullled it up through his

legs, moaning with pleasure, naked girls long since wiped from his

mind. Seconds later, he lay face down on the bed, his new magazine

now open in front of him. Once again, hazy images cycled through his

brain. ’Im wearing Pampers. I’m wearing Pampers. God, I love wearing

my Pampers. Oh yeah. Fuck my mouth while I’m wearing my Pampers. I’m

such a faggy little Pampers Boy!" He arched his back and felt the

incredible release, the satisfying reward of ejaculation into his comfy,

disposable diapers.

TBC...

 

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