Buying Diapers

Chapter 6
Buying diapers 27 - 30

Buying Diapers

Chapter 27 - "Oh Well, You Can’t Win ’Em All." - N. Bonaparte

Laying on his bed, morosely staring at the ceiling, Kenneth Haskins

kept trying to distance himself from this week’s events. Trying to

make it less real, less embarrassing. He wasn’t very successful.

Every time he moved, the crinkle of the Easy-Up and of the plastic

sheet underneath him, brought everything right back.But he

stubbornly refused to give in. Even when his mother had called him

to dinner, he had not gotten up. He was desperate to find a way out.

His mother re-entered the room and he barely glanced at her, before

resuming his examination of the ceiling. "Ken. It’s time for bed.

Try to use the bathroom, OK?" Dejectedly, Ken got up and went to the

bathroom and was pleased when he peed in the toilet. Then he got

depressed again. "I’m fuckin’ sixteen years old. I’m a grown man,

practically. And here I am happy I pissed in the toilet and not in

my Barney Pull-Ups!" He muttered to himself, ashamed that such a

simple thing could have made him so happy. Something he hadn’t

worried about since he was three or four.

His tread was heavy and slow as he entered his room, but what he saw

made him stop. His mom had laid out another Depend adult diaper for

him and was gesturing for him to lie down on it. His aunt must have

given them to his mom to take home. For him. He turned scarlet and

stammered a plea to his mother. "M- Mom! Can’t I wear my Pull-Ups to

bed? I don’t want to wear a diaper like a baby! Please let me wear

my Pull-Ups, mom, please?" A week ago he had his mom under his

thumb, now here he was, begging her to allow him to wear Pull-Ups.

Even the Barney Pull-Ups were better than diapers.

"Those Pull-Ups are for smaller, infrequent accidents." (she quoted

her sister) "Not for heavy night wetting or..." She didn’t want to

say that he might soil himself again, but it was a possiblity she

couldn’t ignore. Besides, diapers were for night-time protection.

Pull-Ups were for daytime accidents. "This way, you can sleep better

knowing you won’t wake up in a wet bed. And, who knows? Maybe you’ll

even wake up in a dry dia- er... Maybe you’ll wake up dry" She

hastily amended.

Even as his mind rebelled, Ken lay down on the bed as his mother

again patted the blankets, signalling him to lie down. He positioned

himself with his butt directly on the Depends when his mom directed

him to.

Linda marvelled again at Ken’s tiny penis, wondering what strange

ailment could cause him to not to shrivel up, but rather shrink, to

such a miniscule size.

She pulled the front of the diaper between his legs and taped it

shut as her sister had showed her, making sure it was snug to

prevent leaks.

She turned out the light and closed the door. Ken wanted to tear off

the ’protective brief’ with all his heart. He just couldn’t do it

though. He wondered again if he were going insane.

He didn’t fall asleep for several hours. In his dreams, he walked

around the house in nothing but an obviously wet diaper, while his

mom was having a tea party. Every adult he ever knew was there and

each one of them came up to him and started talking baby-talk.

cooing and clucking over the sixteen year-old boy, remarking how

much he’d grown up in the past few days. The scene eventually

shifted and he was on a jungle island, alone. The night sky opened

up and poured over him while he sat naked on a pile of mud, under a

towering statue of his mother. He turned and slept on, unaware of

the stench now filling his room.

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After his mom had left him alone, Randy sat and waited to be sure

she wouldn’t return with new punishments. While he sat there, he

reviewed the facts: Someone had stolen and peed in some of his

GoodNites, making it look like he did it. Dennis had looked scared

of him, even as he paid him the $500.00 to get rid of the curse.

Dennis wouldn’t have done it. Whoever did it had to know he had been

wetting his bed, but had been dry for the last five nights. And

while Lisa and Dennis knew he wore GoodNites to bed, neither one of

them could know he had been dry the last five nights. For one thing,

he had kept his windows locked and the curtains closed for the last

three nights.

But someone DID know! He had been set up for this. Who did he know

who would do this to him? Maybe it was Dennis. But why would he do

that? Dennis had to know Randy would not only not remove the curse,

but probably add more. Why would someone pay him to curse them? It

had to be someone else. The only person he could tie to the two

people who knew about his bed wetting was his neighbor Ken. He

wouldn’t put anything past him!

Thinking about his neighbor reminded him of his newly enlarged

penis. Ken’s curse had been specific. He would lose his penis size

when he bullied Randy next or in one week. Only, it hadn’t been a

week yet. Stealing and peeing in Randy’s GoodNites could count as

bullying! Maybe, even as they were eating pizza, Ken had somehow

snuck in the house and peed in his GoodNites.

But how would Ken know that Randy had been dry for five nights in a

row? He would have had to find out today, because he was gone

yesterday and no one knew about it except Randy and his mom... His

mom! She had gone over to their car when they pulled in! She must

have told them then!

But she had promised! She had said she wouldn’t tell anyone. Maybe

that’s how Ken and his friends found out in the first place. His mom

must have told Ken’s mom and Ken must have overheard. Randy knew his

mom would never purposely tell Ken that. But she had told Ken’s mom,

Linda. And then Ken had struck, removing his GoodNites and putting

the diapers in their place. And when that wasn’t enough and Randy

was finally going to be out of GoodNites forever, Ken had made sure

Randy would have to wear them still, by getting him in trouble with

his mom. Knowing that Randy had been dry five days and making him

look like a liar and still a bedwetter. Ken must have known Randy

would get in trouble. That his mom would punish him for lying, treating

him like a little kid. Maybe Ken even planned on him getting spanked!

Randy listened at the door. His mom was watching the news. Good. He

sneaked down into the hallway and grabbed the cordless phone.

Returning to his bedroom, he pulled the catalog from under his

dresser. Time for a little payback.

*Ring Ring* "Thanks for calling Vengeance Incorporated. Good evening

Mr. Lormann." *pause* "Uh oh. GoodNites, eh? Looks like someone got

in trouble." *Giggle*

Randy hastily covered his crotch with his hands. How could they see

that over the phone and through his pants? Blushing, he replied.

"Um, Yeah. And I think I know who did it." He was flipping pages,

when he spotted an interesting one.

"Well, what can we do for you then?" The operator, who he recognized

as Susan, asked him.

"I want everyone to treat him like a little kid. One who’s too slow

to even be toilet-trained properly. Item # 481-d. And I want him to

be spanked often. Every time he gets in trouble, I want him to be

spanked like a little boy. Just like Item #34062 - A." He flipped

some more pages. " And I want him to be very weak, so he can’t beat

up anyone again and he can’t stop people from treating him like a

little kid or spanking him." Randy was turning pages rapidly,

looking for a curse like that.

Susan joyfully suggested, "How about #21999: The weakling. It would

go nicely with the way he is already headed with his other curses."

’Other curses? Oh. She must mean the other ones I’m giving him and

the tiny penis curse, too.’

"That sounds good. But I really want to curse him myself. I want him

to know I did it, but not be able to tell anyone about it." Randy

pictured himself standing over the cowering bully, magic wand raised

and blasting his nemesis with punishment after punishment. The boy

who got him spanked and put back into GoodNites.

Susan knew that Randy was hooked. She decided to see how far he had

fallen from his former kind self. "Hmm. I can’t give you the power

to do that. But I could give you something that would make it seem

like you were the one doing it. I like that wand idea I see you’ve

got. It has a certain sentimentality for me. It would mean an extra

fee, of course. How about the whole thing for say, $500.00?"

"Five hundered dollars?!" It was an awful lot, but he just happened

to have that much in his pockets! Having his ultimate revenge over

the biggest bully in school was worth it though.

After settling the details, Randy hung up five hundred dollars

poorer, and one - eleven inch magic wand richer. A genuine magic

wand! He could not believe his luck! All he had to do was to point

it at Ken and say the magic words and presto! Ken would become a

total weakling for the rest of his life, having everyone he met

treating him like a little boy, being spanked often for the smallest

misdeed.

It was only fair.

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Dennis looked over at the clock as he humped away in the adult-sized

diaper he had been wearing since 7:30. ’This is sick!’ He thought to

himself, even as he turned the page of the most disgusting and

perverted magazine he could imagine. A magazine where men dressed up

in diapers.

*Uhhn*’

It was so revolting. But at the same time, it was the most erotic

thing he could think of, almost.

*Uh Uhhhn*

He just wished that there were big men with huge cocks to change the

guys wearing the diapers.

*Uh HUh Uh! HUnhh!*

And maybe they could fuck the ’diaper-boys’ in the mouth and in the

ass!

*HUH HUH HUH HUHH!!!*

And it would be perfect if the men in diapers were younger and had

really small penises, and if they looked like him.

*AAARGH!*

Dennis had cum in his extra large ’Pampers’ for the fourth time in

five hours.

As his mind reeled, eyes going blurry with exhaustion, Dennis heard

something that made his heart stop!! His bedroom doorknob had

clicked! Instinctively, Dennis’ head jerked up and saw the door

slowly, quietly being opened. He grabbed the magazine and dove under

the covers, thankful that the other diaper and the rocket-shaped

thing were safely hidden in the closet now. Dennis was sure he was

about to faint with fright!

Chapter 27.5 - "Tell Me Why! ... I Hate Mondays." - Bob Geldoff

Linda sat downstairs keeping an eye on the news as she reviewed her

notes for her upcoming sales meeting. The phone rang. "Hello."

"Oh. Hello Mr. Traff. How are you? ... OK, then. Bob. ... Yes, in

fact, I was just going over them again. ... You lost them? ... Well,

I can make you a copy and bring it in tomorrow, if you’d like. ...

Tonight? Oh, well I guess that wouldn’t be a problem. ... Do you

know how to get here? ... Yes. That’s the one. ... Fine. I’ll see

you in about twenty minutes." Linda hung up, suddenly feeling happy.

She quickly went to the bathroom and re-applied her make-up. She

changed her outfit to a dress that was halfway between business

casual and formal date. She had only just started picking up the

living room when the doorbell rang. Linda nervously smoothed her

dress as she went to answer the door.

"Come in, Bob, Come in!" She greeted her boss a bit too

enthusiastically for what was nominally a business meeting.

Robert Traff entered, admiring how Linda could look so good even at

this hour. He offered her the bouquet of yellow roses he was

holding. "Hi Linda." He said brightly, handing her the flowers.

"This is for all the wonderful work you’ve done on this project and

saving me the embarrassment of going into work tomorrow unprepared."

He added.

"Oh! How lovely." Linda exclaimed, leading him into the living room.

"But you didn’t have to, really. I’m glad to be able to help your

with your presentation. Let me just copy these reports and my notes

for you." She reached for the paperwork still on the coffee table

and felt Bob’s hand rest gently on her shoulder.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could go over them with me again,

first. At dinner you had some terrific insights but I can’t seem to

remember all the details. Perhaps over a glass of wine?"

Linda’s heart fluttered. Flowers and wine? Surely this was more than

her boss needing her notes. "Of course. Let me get some glasses."

She said nervously. For a while, she had wondered if the kiss they

had shared the other night wouldn’t go any further. But here he was,

sitting on her couch eyeing her less like an employee and more like

a desirable woman. It had been so long since a man had looked at her

that way, she thought, setting down the glasses and pouring the

wine. And a handsome, successful man at that!

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"It’s after midnight! What the hell is going on in there?" James

Lewis called into his son’s room, as he opened the door in time to

see Dennis’ covers fly quickly over his head. He looked around the

room and saw the computer was still on. James smiled as he

recognized what was on the screen. A young nubile, nearly naked

blonde was squeezing her breasts together, smiling to the camera. So

his son had discovered internet porn. He knew the boy had been

jacking off a lot lately. His wife had even mentioned it a few days

back.

Dennis peeked his frightened head out of the overs. "Nothing dad, I

just couldn’t sleep."

"Don’t try and bullshit me Dennis. I know you were jacking off. Your

computer is still on. It’s a school night, so knock it off and get

to bed. And next time, try and be a little quieter. Your mother and

brother don’t need to know what you’re doing up here, and I

certainly don’t want to hear it!" He shut the door after looking one

more time at the computer screen. The kid had good taste though.

That girl was hot! He headed back to his room, glad to know it was

just normal masturbation. His wife seemed to think there was

something odd about the sounds that had been coming from his room.

She had said they sounded like the rustling of plastic. He snorted.

Did she think he was jacking off in a plastic bag? He knew there

were weirdos out there that got off on some strange shit. He was

glad his son wasn’t one of them. He was enjoying what any normal boy

his age enjoyed. Pussy.

Dennis sighed with relief. That had been close! He pulled the

sweat-stained magazine out from under him, looking once more at the

picture of a guy not too much older than himself, being diapered by

a woman in a nurses uniform. The next picture in the series showed

the nurse inserting something in the guy’s ass, and it looked a lot

like the ’rocket thing’ he had in his closet! He retrieved it and

examined it more closely. It did look a little like a guy’s dick. He

pulled his diapers down to his knees and started pushing the foreign

object into his anus. Just like in the picture, only he pretended it

reallly was a dick. And some huge guy was pushing it into his ass,

while his own meager member came quickly to attention. It hurt more

and more the further he pushed it in, the pain was going to be too

much! Then suddenly, the pain eased a little as the rubber dick-like

thing slid further forward and came to a rest, the large round base

preventing it from intruding any deeper in to his rectum.

He pulled the diapers back up slowly, so as not to make a sound,

then lay face down again on his bed, squeezing his ass cheeks

together with every slow, crackling thrust. He pulled his covers up

and the rustling diaper sound was muffled as he continued to push

and squeeze. Push and squeeze, picturing strange faceless men

fucking him in his diapered ass.

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Even as he woke, Ken knew something was wrong.

He was wet again; that wasn’t it.

He was wearing a Depends diaper, instead of his Pull-Ups; that

wasn’t it.

It smelled like shit! And his ass felt all gooey again! "Fuck!" He

exclaimed, jumping out of bed. The smell grew worse after he removed

the blankets and stood up, but it wasn’t half as bad as the feeling

of wearing his own shit. He had to get out of the nasty ’adult briefs’

immediately!

He reached his hands into the waist-band to rip them off, but like

with his GoodNites, he just couldn’t seem to do it. He struggled to

regain control of his muscles, willing his arms and hands to obey

him, but it was no good. His mom had ordered him not to remove it

and he had to obey her. Even though he was sixteen and didn’t want

to, his body wouldn’t disobey his mom’s orders. It was like she had

hypnotized him or something.

He stood there looking despairingly at himself, naked save for the

dirty depends. After trying once more to remove the repulsive things

himself, so he could shower and remove the sickening mess, he gave

up. It was useless, he decided. It was early enough that his mom was

probably still asleep, and he wanted more than anything to hide this

from her. Take a quick shower and put on a dry diaper(No, not a

diaper. Depends. He grimly reminded himself), so she wouldn’t know

that he had done it again. Not just wetting himself(which he was

getting used to, a little), but crapping himself like a retard or a

baby would.

He couldn’t even use the excuse of the French restaraunt this time.

Every moment he did nothing, he realized, was another moment with

the disgusting crap covering his ass and tiny dick and balls. He

didn’t have a choice. He would have to ask his mom for help in

removing his Depends.

He knocked on her door nervously. "Mom?" Ken listened for her reply,

but only heard a small grunt and the rustling of covers, as if she

turned over in her sleep. "Mom, I need your help." He bit the bullet

and told her in a rush as he opened her door. "I pooped my... uh,

Depends again and I..."

His mother finally woke enough to realize what her son had been

saying. She sat up, covering herself with the comforter. But that

was not what stopped Ken mid-sentence. Next to her lay a naked

stranger who also opened his eyes and looked up at Ken, as he had

started to walk in.

Ken turned and ran for his room, the crinkly, rustling noise, the

only sound of the quiet early morning as the two adults loooked on

in stunned disbelief, both very embarrassed.

Linda got up and quickly threw on her robe. She looked at the

open-mouthed shock of her new lover. "Excuse me, I’d better go take

care of this. I meant to mention last night that my son has some

special problems. I didn’t want you to find out like this." She

headed for Ken’s room, thinking quickly.

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Lisa awoke and pulled herself out of bed, grunting as she did so.

She avoided the scale this morning, knowing she was still

overweight. She quickly dressed in her new outfit, noting that it

seemed a bit snug on her today, rather than the loose comfortable

fit she remembered from the dressing room where she had first tried

it on.

Putting on her bra was a nightmare. She couldn’t get her hands to

meet in the back to close the clasps, so she turned it around and

tried to snap them shut in front, but her breasts prevented her from

even seeing it. Fumbling clumsily, she pulled the ends together, but

they were half an inch short of meeting! When she pulled harder she

finally got them to attach. The material was stretched so tight it

cut into her circulation a little. She twisted it around slowly, the

material kept grabbing at small rolls of fat on her back as she got

it around. Now out of breath, she pulled her arms through the

shoulder straps, loosening them enough to get her arms through

first.

*Unh* She bent over to strap on her shoes and grunted again,

stretching over her lap to reach the buckles. The buckle would only

go into the last hole, she noted with some surprise. If she didn’t

know it was impossible, she would have sworn she had gained even

more weight. But that couldn’t be. She had eaten almost nothing

yesterday, foregoing even the traditional snacks left for the

babysitter’s convenience by the child’s parents.

She was so ravenous this morning from all the skipped meals, that

she had woken up early just to get something to eat. Lisa made

breakfast for the whole family, snacking on several muffins and some

juice even as she cooked. Eggs, bacon, toast didn’t seem enough to

her, so she made the sausages as well. When her mother and father

came into the kitchen, the table had enough food on it to feed a

platoon.

Sally looked at the table and frowned. No wonder Lisa was getting so

fat, she thought. Even though her daughter had hardly eaten anything

in front of them, she must be eating a lot when they weren’t around.

Look what she made for breakfast. As Lisa sat down to her plate, her

mother walked by and quickly removed the sausage and bacon, placing

them back in the pan.

"Mom! I’m hungry." Lisa complained as her father dug in to his meal.

Sure, she had gained a little weight, but she had to eat something

some time!

Her dad looked up at her as he finished chewing a strip of bacon. He

was not pleased to note that she appeared to weigh more than he did.

"It looks like you’ve been doing enough eating lately, young lady. I

hope you didn’ eat Mr. and Mrs. Marinet out of house and home! As it

is, we are going to have to use some of the money you are earning to

buy you some more new clothes. If you keep gaining weight at this

rate, you’ll never be able to pay us back, and remember, you are

still on restriction until you do." He looked at his daughter

sternly.

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Dennis woke up at the insistent hammering. "Get up, Dennis! You have

to take the bus to school this morning remember? If you don’t hurry,

you won’t be able to take a shower before you go!" His mom shouted

through the door. She now felt uncomfortable walking in on him, in

case she saw something neither of them wanted her to see. Even

though James had reassured her that her son was just doing what boys

normally do at that age, she wasn’t so sure. More than once now she

had heard that rhythmic crinkling plastic sound as she had passed

his room.

Dennis quickly removed the diaper and butt plug that he had fallen

asleep in. It came out with a soft plop and smelled like shit. He

wrapped the diaper tightly around it and hid both of them in his

closet, wondering if he should get something he could lock, like a

trunk or something, to make sure no one found his perverted

playthings. But, he wouldn’t need it really. Today he would turn

back to normal.

He took a short shower, mostly concentrating on cleaning his ass and

crotch, and returned to his room. He looked longingly at the closet

where the other clean diaper was, before slipping on his underwear

regretfully. Not only were they bulky enough that someone might

notice, but he would have to undress for gym. Even though it turned

him on a little to think of all those guys with normal-sized dicks

looking at him in his Pampers, wanting to fuck the little

Pampers-Boy(his mind started to dredge up pictures from ’Diaper

Domination’, but he quickly cut them off, shaking his head to clear

the images)... He didn’t want that! He just wanted to have a regular

dick and want to fuck chicks. And after today he would, he smiled as

he tied his shoe laces. He grabbed some toast from the breakfast

table and dashed to the bus stop.

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Randy woke up feeling suddenly cold. He opened his eyes and squinted

at the bright morning light as his mother, holding his blanket, swam

into focus above him. Waking up so abrubtly left him a little

disoriented and he wondered what was happening.

Michelle looked down and was glad to see her son had made it dry all

night. She had regretted some of the things she had done and said

the night before, feeling she had been too harsh on the boy. She

wished she hadn’t waved those GoodNites under his nose, like

punishing a puppy who had chewed a favorite shoe. And the

spanking... At the time she felt she didn’t have a choice, but this

morning it seemed harsh and humiliating. She wished she could take

it all back. But he had lied to her and continued to do so until she

had spanked him, she reminded herself.

"Get up sleepyhead. Time to get ready for school." Tactfully, she

didn’t mention his GoodNites in an attempt to salvage what had

turned into a fiasco. Of course Randy had tried to cover up his

wetting. He was turning into a man, and quite rapidly from the looks

of things. No young man wanted to wet himself and wear these

’GoodNites’ like a little kid. He had been trying to save his pride.

Randy got out of bed and grabbed some clothes as his mom left to

give her ’budding young man’ some privacy. He removed the GoodNite,

still angry that he had to wear them, because some stupid bully had

tricked his mom. He suddenly jumped up and reached under his

dresser. Next to the catalog lay the wand, right where he had put it

last night. He stuffed it into his backpack along with his school

books.

He enjoyed the way his dick and balls swayed heavily, moving through

the air as he walked naked through his bedroom. Curious to how big

it would get, he quietly shut his door, placing his backpack against

it to give him warning that his mother might be coming in. Then he

sat down and tried to stroke his dick. He found it worked better

when he used one hand to help support the lengthening member

as his other hand rubbed up and down. But it wasn’t working quite

right. No matter which girl he fantasized about slowly kissing,

feeling her breasts, his dick wouldn’t get more than half hard.

He tried to remember what worked for him last time. Last time! When

Dennis had sucked him off, Dennis’ small penis rubbing back and forth

in the encased wetness of a GoodNite. Randy quickly hardened, feeling

the sexual pull of absolute power! His power over Dennis. Making him

wet himself just for the oppurtunity to suck Randy’s huge dick. As

he pictured Dennis walking home in those wet GoodNites, he quickly

managed to become fully erect. Using both hands he stroked his

absolutely porn star-sized cock. He grabbed the ruler and measured.

11 1/2 inches! And as thick a roll of silver dollars! He started

rubbing more vigorously, thrilled to be so "manly"!

More pictures of Dennis begging him for a cure coursed through his

mind. Then of Ken crying helplessly, his own tiny prick hidden

across someone’s(probably his mother’s) lap as a large hand

repeatedly smacked down on his red, swollen cheeks. Then he pictured

Lisa, in his mind she was so fat she could hardly get through doorways,

changing dirty diaper after dirty diaper, sniffing the disgusting

smell and wanting more. He felt light headed and a little dizzy. He

finally came, spurting huge gobs of cum onto his bed, the wall and

GoodNites poster. ’There. That’s what I think of you, you stupid

Calendar!’ He thought as he lay back panting. Randy quickly

recovered and dressed. None of his pants fit him that well down

there anymore. He would have to ask mom to buy him new ones.

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Ken lay face down on his pillow crying and wishing he were dead. It

was the lowest point he had ever had in his whole life!! He had just

exposed himself in a dirty diaper to a complete stranger! And not

only that, he had asked his mom to change him right in front of this

strange man. He sobbed harder into the wet pillow.

Linda watched her son for a moment. The back of his diaper showed

the brown discoloration she remembered from when Ken was a baby. It

was completely unnecessary for her to sniff the air to know that he

had soiled himself again. Even as her heart went out to him, she was

glad she had insisted he wear the diaper. There was no way a Pull-Up

would have held the mess and she would have had to wash his sheets

and blankets as well as clean him up. She walked to the bathroom and

wet a washcloth and quickly returned. Ken looked up as she

re-entered his room. "Let’s get you cleaned up OK?"

Ken nodded, sniffing loudly. He wanted out of these things so badly

and only his mom could take them off. He started babbling as she

began to untape the diaper. "I’m sorry mom. It was an accident. I

didn’t mean to. " He tried to let her know it wasn’t his fault.

"Shhh! It’s OK, Kenny. I know. Of course it was an accident. Nobody

poops their diaper on purpose." She cooed reassuringly.

Ken began to cry harder at her condescending tone, covering his face

with his hands to try and blot out the scene before him. He felt the

cold, wet rag wipe first his pubic area, and then down to his

testicles. Then he felt his mom’s gentle hands spread his cheeks

apart and quickly wipe the smelly mess from his butt. She released

her hold under his knees and let his feet touch the bed. "Now how

about a nice bath to finish cleaning you up."

A bath! He hadn’t taken a bath in years. Of course, he hadn’t

worn a- a diaper in years either. Other than the last two nights,

that is. He had stopped taking baths when his dad and mom had

split up, because baths were for little kids and he was the man

of the house now, he had thought.

His dad. "Mom. Wh- Who was that man? What was he doing here?" He

knew of course. She was sleeping with him. But he hadn’t even known

his mom was dating again.

Linda hesitated for a second. Even though he was sixteen, she

suddenly felt he was much too immature to be learning about ’the

birds and the bees’. How could she let her son know that she had a

new man in her life? "Well Kenny," (She didn’t realize she was

embarrassing him , it just came naturally to her to call him that

now) "Mr. Traff is a friend of mine and he - he spent the night last

night, because he was too sleepy to go home. But you don’t have to

worry, Mr. Traff won’t tell anybody what happened this morning. I

promise." She tried to reassure him.

Linda glanced at the door and saw with a start that Bob was peeking

through the nearly closed door, his mouth a perfect ’o’ of shock and

wonderment. She shook her head silently at him, hoping he wouldn’t

say anything or come in. Ken was embarrassed enough about his

inability to be completely potty-trained. She jerked her head and

Bob nodded understandingly and left the doorway.

"I’ll go start your bath. Why don’t you wait here untill it’s ready.

I’ll make sure Mr. Traff doesn’t see you when you go to the

bathroom, OK honey?"

Ken agreed miserably. It hadn’t escaped his notice that she was

talking down to him like a little kid, but in his current situation,

he could hardly say anything about it.

Bob and Linda sat at the table drinking coffe, eating the pancakes

she had just finished preparing. Linda was trying to explain

their situation to him. "Kenny has only recently begun soiling

himself at night. I had to switch from Pull-Ups to diapers and he’s

quite embarrassed about it."

Bob nodded understandingly. He hadn’t known her son was ’special’,

and was trying to roll with it. He truly loved Linda; he had done so

for years, in fact. It was only recently that he had gotten up the

courage to let her know how he felt.

When they had been talking about it last night, he had been been

surprised to find that she had felt the same way for nearly as long.

They both had had a good laugh about it. Their conversation had led

in steps to their going to bed together, much to their mutual

delight. He didn’t want to lose her now that he finally had gotten

her, so he kept the revulsion out of his face and voice as he talked

to her. He had always been creeped out by handicapped and retarded

people ever since he was a little kid. He couldn’t imagine anything

worse than being a retard who still had to have his mommy change his

diapers well into his teens.

Still, she managed a full-time job and being a single mom of this

kid. He was amazed at her strength and only loved her more for it.

It was at that moment that he realized he wanted to spend the rest

of his life with her. If he could get over her son’s ’special

problems’, that is. He couldn’t imagine himself changing a sixteen

year-old’s shitty diapers. He shuddered slightly, repulsed by the

image he had seen earlier.

Chapter 28 - "Mommy, Wow! I’m A Big Kid Now!" -Huggies Pull-Ups

Jingle.

Ken got out of the tub and dried himself off then wrapped the towel

snugly around his waist. He opened the door a little and peered

through the crack. The hallway was empty and he hurried to his room.

As he was putting his shoes on, his mother entered the room. "I

called the school and told them you would be late." Looking at his

mid-section, she was surprised not to notice a slight bulge where

his Pull-Ups should be. That wasn’t good. What if he had an accident

in school? The other kids would tease him mercilessly. He might even

cry, making it worse.

She reached into his closet and pulled out an Easy-Up. "Looks like

you forgot something honey."

Ken looked at the Barney Pull-Up in dismay. Surely she didn’t expect

him to wear them to school? "But I only need them at night.", he

protested, holding up his hands and backing away as if to ward her

off.

"Now Kenny. I don’t want a call from school saying I have to leave

work and pick you up because you had a peepee pants accident! Now,

are you going to put this on or do I have to do it for you?" She

knew he was probably too young to make the right decision, but she

had to give him the chance. He just had to wear the Pull-Ups to

school, though.

Hearing her talk to him like a little boy again, Ken got angry. It

wasn’t right that she should treat him like this! He would NEVER

wear daytime Pull-Ups again, he swore. And no diapers at night

either, just a GoodNite. He would never crap himself again, because

he would never eat French food again. It had just taken a long time

to get out of his system, that was all. He was better now, he was

sure. He knew he could hold his pee during the day. All sixteen

year-olds could do that. "No! I won’t wear them!" He said, pushing

her to his bed and storming away.

"Kenny Haskins! Get back here this instant!" His mother yelled,

recovering from the shock of being pushed onto his bed. She watched

him turn around slowly. Twice he stopped and seemed to be

struggling. He looked like a little boy who was in trouble and

didn’t want to come to his mommy. Which is what Linda felt he was.

She ordered him to lie down on the bed and pulled his pants down to

his ankles. "Lie still!" She commaded as he squirmed, trying to

avoid her touch.

He did, even though tears welled up in his eyes, he layed perfectly

still as she pulled down his underpants and tore open the sides of

the Easy-Up, remembering what Martha had shown her. She lifted him

up and slid the ’training pants’ into place and pulled the sides

closed, affixing the wide single tapes on each side to the front

panel. She then replaced his

underwear and pants, zipping him up. Linda had hoped he would have

understood the necessity of wearing them. But she couldn’t take a

chance of him wetting himself.

She told Ken to go down to breakfast as she wrapped this morning’s

dirty diaper into a ball. After he left, she placed two more

Easy-Ups in his back pack, hoping he wouldn’t need them.

Linda dropped him off in the front of the school, watching to make

sure he went in the right direction. She wished she had time to walk

him to his class, but she was late enough as it was. She picked up

the phone and began to dial as she pulled back on to the street.

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Randy sat on the bus, staring at the much larger form of Lisa three

rows in front of him. As the door opened at another stop, Dennis got

on! Randy realized why quickly. He had had to sell his car to pay

the five hundred dollars. He didn’t want to talk to Dennis right now

and slumped down in his seat as Dennis sat down next to Lisa. They

were whispering to each other and he couldn’t hear what they were

saying.

Randy had gotten to the bus stop early, hoping to catch a glimpse of

Ken and see if it had worked. He had been so excited the night

before, he had aimed his wand at where Ken’s bedroom ought to be and

had uttered the magic words to one of the curses. He couldn’t wait

to see people talking to him like he was just a little boy! But he

wanted Ken to see him use his wand and cast the other ’spells’ on

the older boy. Watch him cry as he realized he was too weak to pick

on any of the kids at the high school. Or even the junior high for

that matter! But what really occupied most of his time on the bus

was how to get him spanked right in front of Randy. He kept coming

up with ideas to get Ken in trouble and publicly spanked, but none

of them seemed like they would work. He wanted Ken to cry in front

of him and all the rest of the kids he had bullied.

He waited for Lisa and Dennis to get off the bus before he got up

himself. He lagged behind to make sure they didn’t see him and the

embarrassing erection he got just thinking about humiliating Ken.

Randy walked to class holding his pack in front of his pants, walking

a little stiffly.

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Robert Traff sat at his desk lost in thought. He knew he should be

polishing his presentation, but he had a lot on his mind. He was in

love with a woman who was bright, beautiful and a wildcat in the

sack, to boot. He smiled at this, remembering their second round of

passionate love making. She had seemed so mild at work, he never

would have guessed.

But the image faded, to be replaced with her teen-aged son, wearing

nothing but a dirty diaper, begging to be changed. Clearly he was

retarded. The boy probably didn’t even know what Bob and his mother

were doing in the same bed. He had overheard her explaining it to

the boy in terms he could understand.

The image of her changing his shitty diaper was another one he could

hardly forget. She spoke softly to him using small words. And

speaking of small, the boy’s penis was absoultely TINY! He was so

obviously sexually under-developed, that Bob wondered about the rest

of him. Did the boy have other handicaps that wern’t so obvious?

Bob knew he would have to find a way of dealing with it. He loved

Linda and wanted her with hiim always, but the boy didn’t exactly

fit in with his fast-paced lifesytle. He sighed, picking up his

papers and headed for the interdepartmental meeting.

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Ken had missed most of his first class so he went around back after

seeing his mom drive off and pulled a cigarette from the pack hidden

inside his hollowed-out math book. He took a drag, looking around

nervously. There was no one around except the janitor and he seemed

to be intent on scraping gum off the walkway. He inhaled deeply. The

janitor looked up and saw him, then headed his way. Ken shifted his

back pack to cover his crotch from view. The old man had probably

come to bum another cigarette, he’d done it a couple of times in the

past.

But no, he looked angry. Ken started backing away, wondering what

he’d done to upset the old man.

Dirk Jensen looked up from his gum scraping and constant muttering

about students who ought to know better, and saw that kid, Ken,

smoking again. But this time, he was shocked to see him smoking. He

didn’t understand why he hadn’t noticed it before. The kid was way

too young to be smoking! He walked over to the boy, speeding up as

Ken began backpedalling, and grabbed the cigartette out of his

mouth. "Give me the rest of them, now. What would your mom and dad

say if they saw you smoking?" He demanded, holding out his hand.

Ken was shocked. Was this the janitor’s idea of a joke? He reached

out to take back his cigarette, saying "What the hell are you

talking about man? If you wanted one, all you had to do is ask." He

missed. The janitor had thrown his still burning cigarette to the

ground, grinding it out with his shoe.

"Give me the pack now. Or I will have to speak with the principal.",

He threatened.

Ken gave in and handed over the smokes. Today was not a day he

wanted to make trouble. The way his mom had been treating him

lately, he didn’t want her to find out he was still smoking. He

couldn’t imagine what she’d do, but it certainly wouldn’t be

pleasant. And spending a month in Juvie wearing Pull-Ups was pretty

much at the bottom of the list of things he wanted right now.

Dirk still kept his hand out, however. "And the lighter.", he

growled. Boys that young shouldn’t be playing with fire, he knew.

When Ken had handed that over as well, he continued. "Now get back

to class. Your teacher is probably wondering where you are." He

watched as the boy headed to the class rooms, even as the bell rang

for the end of first period. Looking at the boy, he privately

wondered how Ken had gotten into high-school. He obviously wasn’t

ready for it.

Ken was very embarrassed in class that morning. He kept pulling down

his shirt, hoping no one would spot that he was wearing Pull-Ups

underneath.

Finally the bell for lunch rang. As he left the classroom, he felt

an urgent need to pee. Excusing himself, he ran into the

bathroom, looking around nervously. It was empty. He went into a

stall, and listening for anyone coming in needing the bathroom, he

pulled down his pants and underwear. He tried to fish out his dick

to pee, but the attempt was laughable. There was no way it would

reach over the waist-band of the Easy-Up. He then tried to remove

the velcro ’tapes’, but he just couldn’t. He groaned. His mom hadn’t

given him permission to take them down at school! The last thing she

had said on the matter was that he was not allowed to take them

down!

Finally, he settled on streching the leg-hole open and peeing out

the side, aiming with his thumb and forefinger. Aaaah! The feeling

of relief was great. He was peeing in the toilet all by himself.

Well, mostly in the toilet. It was hard to aim his small penis out

the leg-hole and he had to turn almost sideways to do it. Some of it

splashed on the wall and the floor as well. He didn’t care. It was

better than wetting himself.

Ken left the bathroom went to his next two classes, trying to remain

unnoticed. Fortunately the teachers never called on him to answer

any questions, although some of them gave him questioning looks from

time to time, causing him to tug down harder on his shirt.

When the lunch bell rang Ken decided to go get some bum to buy him

more cigarettes at the store down the street. He was planning on

cutting the rest of the day anyway. His last class was gym and there

was no way he was showing up in the locker room with Barney Pull-Ups

on!

Out in the parking lot, he spotted Randy and smiled. Maybe he

wouldn’t have to pay for his cigarettes today. He walked up to the

boy and shoved Randy against a silver Toyota. "Give me your money

bitch!" He felt better about himself now that he was in control

again, and there was no way Randy could know what he was wearing

underneath his pants.

But Randy jsut smiled at him shaking his head. "You just never learn

do you Ken?"

Ken was taken aback. He hadn’t expected this kind of response at

all. Who did this little fucker think he was? "Look shithead. Give

it to me or I’ll beat the crap outta you and tell the whole school

that you are the diaper kid." He grinned triumphantly.

Randy pretended to be scared. "OK OK, I’ll give it to you." he said,

putting a little fear in his voice. He reached in and pulled out his

wand, aiming it directly at Ken’s heart.

Ken was astonished. Randy was going to pretend to cast a spell on

him? He laughed loudly. "Ooh I’m soo scared!" He said sarcastically.

"I guess you’re gonna cast a magic spell on me. Haw haw! Well, go

ahead, I dare you!" He thrust out his chest inviting the younger boy

to give it his best shot.

"Abra Ka Dabara and A La Kazam! " A jet of orange and green lights

shot from the wand!

It hit Ken in the chest and he felt a strange weakenss come over

him. He stood there in shock. What kind of trick was this? He lunged

at Randy, pulling back his fist and punching him as hard as he could

in the gut. He watched for the boy to fall against the car, gasping

and crying.

But Randy hadn’t moved an inch. He didn’t even wince in pain! The

little bed wetter just stood there and smiled at him, not reacting

at all. Ken started raining blows on the boy.

Randy was amazed at how weak Ken’s punches were. Even a six year old

could hit harder than that! As Ken tried to hit him again, Randy

easily grabbed his arm and twisted Ken around, pinning the bully’s

arm behind his back. "Not so tough now, are we? Let’s see how you

like being the one picked on." He then released Ken and started

hitting him back as hard as he could.

Ken was stunned to discover how easily Randy had stopped him, his

arm still sore from being twisted behind him. Still, Randy’s punches

weren’t as bad as some of the guys he fought, but they were starting

to hurt. He tried to block each punch that came at him, but Randy

easily moved his blocks aside, slamming into Ken again and again

with his fists. Soon a crowd began to surround the two boys. The

crowd watched in disbelief as the fourteen year old ’geek’ beat up

the biggest bully in the school!

Soon, many of the kids who had felt the brunt of Ken’s anger in the

past were cheering Randy on, and a few of them were kicking and

punching at Ken whenever he staggered within their reach.

The shock of being beaten by kids younger and smaller than himself,

as much as the painful blows that kept coming finally broke Ken. He

started crying and begging the boys to stop, as he lay curled in a

ball for protection. "Please! I’m sorry! Please *Owww!* Stop please!

I won’t *Unnh!* do it again!"

But the kids kept at it, he was even shocked to see a ninth grade

girl adding her kicks to his curled up body.

"Break it up! Break it up! Or I’m going to report you all to your

parents!" came the school secretary’s voice, causing the younger

children to scatter.

Seeing the size of the children fighting, she assumed one of the

littlest kids was being brutally beaten. She was surprised to see it

was Ken, the school bully, who was huddled on the pavement and

sobbing. What was going on here? She reached down and helped the

crying boy to his feet. "Come on. We’re going to get you checked out

by the school nurse." She insisted, dragging the boy to the office.

Ken still couldn’t believe what had happened. Randy had beat him up!

One of the weakest kids in school. How would he ever live this down?

As the secretary pulled him along, he noticed something warm and

squishy at his crotch. He had wet himself and not even know he was

doing it. The little kids had beat him up and he had wet himself in

fear. He moaned, shamefully. ’Oh no! Not again!’ He had no idea what

to do; his mind was numb.

He allowed himself to be brought to the school nurse. How had Randy

done this to him? Did he really know magic? Ridiculous, he thought

to himself. There’s no such thing as magic. Randy must have taken

karate or something, that’s how he had beaten him. But what about

the light from the wand? He entered the nurses office carrying his

back pack and still being led by Miss Phelps.

As they entered, Laquisha Washington, the school’s nurse looked up

from her desk. "Oh my! What happened Regina?" She addressed the

secretary, as if Ken could not speak for himself.

"Some bullies were picking on this poor boy!" Regina surprised

herself by saying. Ken was the worst bully in school, she knew, but

somehow she couldn’t get it out of her mind that he was much younger

and less mature. Maybe it was because she had learned that the boy

was still a bed-wetter, she thought. She certainly hadn’t thought of

him as ’this poor boy’ before!

Ken was even more confused. The secretary and nurse were treating

him like a little kid, just like his mom and the janitor had done

this morning. Usually the only things adults said to him were

threats and warnings. Everything was going so wrong, he didn’t know

how to react.

"Well, I kind of thought he might be coming to my office today, but

not for being in a fight! He’s much too young to be fighting with

the older kids."

Ther it was again! Ken thought. And what did she mean, she thought

he would be coming by her office today? Did she know about the

cigarettes the janitor had taken? It didn’t make any sense. Ken

looked at the two women, worried that more might be wrong with him

than just being beaten up by a bunch of eighth and ninth graders.

The nurse grabbed his chin and forced him to look her in the eyes.

"Ken, I want you to tell me the truth. Did you have an ’accident’

today? Do you need me to change your Pull-Ups?"

Ken was so stunned he lost his balance and started to collapse. Did

she really just ask him that? Perhaps he was hallucinating or having

another nightmare! He felt the secretary grab him under the arm and

steady him as she too looked at him, awaiting an answer.

But it was all too real to be a dream. He knew his mom must have

called the school and told them about his Pull-Ups. He started

shaking in shame and fear. It was too much for him to handle. Ken

passed out and unwittingly finished emptying his bladder.

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Dennis was waiting for Randy to come to the lunch room. He sat there

looking around. But he kept being distracted by well-built guys,

checking to see if they had large dicks. Whenever he caught himself

doing this he tried to stop. He would think about things that didn’t

turn him on, baseball and other sports, mostly. Then he would start

dreaming about the players themselves. Barry Bonds had huge muscles.

He was soo masculine. Dennis wondered if he really had a big dick.

’What am I thinking? I’m NOT gay! He insisted to himself, not

realizing his hand had crept down and was rubbing his little prick

under the table. Eventually he spotted Randy coming in the lunch

room surronded by a bunch of younger kids cheering him. What was

that all about? Had the dork won a math prize or something? He got

up and walked over to Randy, trying to get his attention.

Randy saw Dennis immediately and knew what he wanted to talk about.

Still feeling great about his victory, he excused himself from his

group of admirers and indicated that Dennis should walk outside with

him.

Dennis nodded his head in agreement. He didn’t want to be overheard

asking some guy to make him not gay or to not like diapers anymore.

Randy was feeling high on the power he possessed over his former

tormentors. He had made them pay for ther cruel tricks and he knew

that Dennis was going to ask him to remove his punishment, but Randy

didn’t even care if he could or not anymore. He didn’t want to. Even

before Dennis started talking, Randy had come to a decision that

Dennis wasn’t going to like.

Dennis tried to take the upper hand and not show his fear of Randy.

"What the hell is the matter with you? You said it would be gone

today!" He snarled, balling his hands into fists to intimidate the

other boy.

Randy laughed. "What’s the matter with me? Don’t you mean, ’What’s

the matter with you?’ You’re the one looking to see guys’ dicks and

wanting to wear your precious Pampers!"

Dennis slugged him. He didn’t even have time to think about it. He

just turned around and punched Randy in the face, knocking him to

the ground. Then he realized what he had done. "Shit! I’m sorry,

man! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, don’t curse me again, please!"

Randy staggered to his feet, his nose bleeding freely. The pain

bringing tears to his eyes. He flashed a menacing look at Dennis.

"Just for that I won’t ever remove your curse, you’ll be a diaper

fag forever! And if you don’t want another one " (Randy paused

searching for something to further humiliate the boy who had knocked

him down) "you will have to wear a diaper to school tomorrow...

WITHOUT pants!" He turned around and walked away, grinning at the

look of fear in Dennis’ face.

Randy hoped Dennis would do it, but he probably wouldn’t. Wearing a

diaper for everyone to see was something no boy would do. Not even

the diaper pervert Dennis. Not that it mattered. Randy was going to

curse him anyway. Dennis deserved it.

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When he came to, he was on the nurses examination table and the two

women were standing over him fanning his face. "What - What’s

happening? Where am I?" Perhaps it had been a dream after all. But

almost immediately, he knew it wasn’t.

Seeing him regain conciousness, Nurse Washington reached behind her

to his now opened pack and pulled out a Barney Easy-Up. Ken

struggled to get up. There was no way she was going to do that!

But Miss Phelps held him down with one hand on his chest preventing

him from rising, saying, "It’s all right Kenny. Your mom called this

morning and told us that you’ve been wetting your pants and she

needed to make sure someone would be able to change you if you were

wet. She said she didn’t think you should do it yourself, because

you had such a hard time with your in night-time Pull-Ups. Before

she put you back into diapers." She added.

Ken went wild, trying to punch, kick and squirm his way out of this.

It was a mistake. Even in his weakened condition, the women had no

desire to hold him down by themselves and called out for assistance.

The principal came in and grabbed Ken’s legs at the insistence of

the nurse. Regina pinned his arms above his head and Ken began

screaming curses at them as the nurse pulled down his pants and

underwear, not bothering to remove his shoes. "You watch that potty

mouth young man! I am going to have to call you mommy and tell her

to pick you up anyway. Do you want me to tell her all the naughty

things you’ve been saying?" Laquisha said and slapped his bottom.

All three adults were privately amazed about their new views

of the boy, clearly remembering the trouble-maker that Ken had been

in the past. Yet just as clearly, they knew Kenny was not the mean,

big bully they had thought of him. He was just a pants-wetting kid

who seemed so little and immature.

Ken finally went limp as the two adults held him down, while the

nurse changed his sad-faced Barney Easy-Ups. He begged them to stop.

"Please, don’t do this. I don’t need this. I don’t want this. I

don’t wet my pants..." Even as the nurse peeled back the velcro tabs

and pulled the sodden ’training pants’ off of him, revealing his

diminutive penis and confirming to all the adults what they had

already felt. Ken really was just a little boy, not even fully

potty-trained.

Ken shut his eyes, tears streaming freely down his face as the nurse

wiped him clean and dry. Then she ripped the sides of the new

Easy-Up, just as Linda had told her on the phone that morning.

Laquisha placed the very diaper-ish looking Easy-Up underneath the

boy as Regina liffted him up. When he was settled back down, the

nurse pulled the tabs closed, staring at the smiling dinosaur

looking back at her. It looked just like the diapers she had used on

her children when they were still babies.

The principal smiled at the boy who had once been the terror of his

school as he pulled the boy’s pants back into place. "Don’t worry

Kenny. We won’t tell anyone about this if you promise to behave from

now on. No one has to know your little secret." He released Ken’s

Legs and reached for the phone. "But we will have to call your mommy.

You’ve been a very bad boy today and she is going to have to leave

work now and take you home."

Chapter 29 - "Like School on Sundays, Some People Got No Class" -Fat Albert

Lisa walked down the hall, tears in her eyes. The girls in PE had

been merciless. She had expected some sort of problem from the

in-crowd that she had hung around with, but had hoped that her true

friends would stick by her. But even her closest girlfriends had

shunned her, moving to another bench to change clothes when she sat

down next to them.

Lisa had avoided the shower by pretending to use the toilet until

everyone had left. But since the other girls did not see her, they

made jokes about her aloud, rather than whispering them behind their

hands. When she was sure all of them had left she took her shower

quickly, before the next class arrived. When she opend her gym

locker however, she found a picture pinned to her extra large sweat

suit. It was a picture of a blue whale. She cried to herself even as

she quickly dried off, wiping the water off her cottage cheese

thighs, and dressed. She dashed out the door hurriedly as the other

girls walked in for their lessons, not daring to look up for fear of

seeing looks of amusement and disgust on their faces.

And it hadn’t stopped there. The boys who usually ogled her former

curvacious form, now looked through her as if she weren’t there. Or

avoided eye contact, so as not to have to speak with her. Even

Dennis hadn’t said much to her today. He had merely warned her to

stay away from Randy for some strange reason. If she weren’t so fat

and Randy weren’t so much younger than she was, she would have

thought it was jealousy. It wasn’t though, and she knew it. Randy

had hardly glanced at her as he whispered his mysterious warning

and hadn’t even offered to hold her hand on the way in to school.

Then the other cheerleaders had put it bluntly at lunch. Miranda

Johnson, as their spokes-person said to her, "Why don’t you just

quit. Nobody wants to look at a blubber-butt giving cheers. It’s

disgusting." Then Lana, Lisa’s closest competition up until a few

days ago had chimed in adding, "There’s no way you could be on top

of the pyramid now." Referring to the cheer formation Lisa had

introduced to them last year.

As she sat down a ther desk in her last class of the day, she

noticed someone had written on her desk in large letters, ’Wide

Load’. She rubbed furiously at the hateful words, hearing snickers

thoughout the classroom.

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Dennis hurried off the school grounds. He wandered up the street, so

worried about Randy’s threat he hardly knew where he was headed. He

kept going over in his head again and again the events of lunch

time. He had been so STUPID to hit Randy! Now, not only would Randy

not remove the curse (he crossed the street, walking on), but he was

going to add another one! For there was no way Dennis was going to

walk around in a diaper for the whole school to see! (He turned left

at the next corner) Perhaps if he just wore the diaper underneath his

pants and told Randy (He crossed another street and kept walking)

maybe Randy would relent and take off his curse. How could he have

been so stupid? Somehow Randy had magic powers and (He turned right)

Dennis had been dumb enough to mess with him. But he had paid Randy,

just as he had been told to.

Dennis looked up, startled to see he had arrived at the porn shop.

How had he gotten here? He didn’t want to be here! He would just end

up doing gay things and wearing a diaper again. His hand reached for

the door,none the less and he only just managed to snatch it back when

an old man came walking out holding a Hustler in his arms. ’ No! I

won’t go in there! I don’t want this shit anymore! I am a normal,

straight guy, not some twisted perv!’ With this resolve suddenly

strengthened , Dennis slowly turned himself around. He began sweating

profusely at the strain of not going in to the store.

Dennis he steeled himself and walked away from the ’adult bookstore’.

As he started walking, he saw a young blonde mother carrying her baby.

The toddler was wearing nothing but a disposable diaper and sucking on

a pacifier.

Before he was cursed, he would have been drooling over the woman’s huge

breasts and perfect ass, he knew, but now he could only stare at the

baby’s diapers jealously, as the blonde bombshell cooed to her toddler.

"Yes you are the cutest little boy. Yes you are. You are soo darling

wearing your precious Pampers, yes. And when we get home Daddy’s got

a bottle for you to suck on, yes he does. My little Pampers boy, he

loves to suck on hims baba." The young woman looked over at Dennis, as

if just noticing him and seeing him eavesdrop on her babytalk to her

baby. She winked at him and added "Or anything else really. He puts

anything he can get into his mouth." She smiled and walked on, shifting

her son to her other hip, giving Dennis a clearer view of the diaper-clad

baby. The mother turned to the the baby and said "Come on Dennis, let’s

get you into a comfy clean diaper, OK honey bunch? I know how much you

love it when your smooth, silky Pampers are comfy and dry. Such a happy

diaper boy!""

Dennis stood rooted to the spot. His eyes were wide and his mouth was a

perfect "O" as he stared at the mother and child.The baby’s name was

Dennis too? He looked enviously at the boy wearing nothing but Pampers

and sucking rhythmically... He couldn’t stand it any longer!

Dennis turned around, hastily returning to the porn shop.

Susan turned around, giggling as she watched the boy, nearly slam into

the door in his haste to go in. She looked down at the babe in her arms.

"OK, mom. Let’s get you back home. You’ve had a busy day. Suddenly the

baby transformed into an older woman greatly resembling the younger

blonde. The forty-something woman was now wearing a tight, stretchy

outfit that hid little beneath. It certainly didn’t conceal the

ridiculously thick adult-sized diaper that was stretching out her pants

and peeking out the top of her elastic waist band all around.

Susan grabbed her mother’s hand and led her to a taxicab. Clarice

Smith trundled along, clutching her daughter’s hand. She had no real

choice in the matter. Clarice was seething inside, yet unable to do

anything to break the enchantment she had been under these many

years. As she sat sdown next to her daughter in the cab, she felt

the squish of her shitty diaper between her legs as the cabbie held

his nose in disgust. "Pee Yew! It smells like you shit yourself

lady!"

Susan looked at her mom in mock surprise. "Mom! Did you poop in your

diapers AGAIN?! Why didn’t you tell me?"

The cabbie’s jaw fell open at that and his look of discomfort and

disgust deepened as he looked at the two women in his mirror.

Looking back at the driver, Susan said, "If I didn’t know any better, I

would swear she LIKES sitting in her own poop!" Susan giggled at the

cabbies’ reaction. What a fabulous week!

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Randy had the most amazing afternoon at school. For the first time

since he started there, he was popular. Every kid in the ninth grade

seemed to come by and congratualte him, patting him on the back and

asking him how he had done it. They all assumed the now dried up

bloody nose had been earned in the fight with Kenny and even the

school tough guys gave him a wide berth in the hallways. But inside

he was a little scared. What if Dennis caught him and beat him up

before he could get home?

He would have to make sure Dennis never beat him up again. He wasn’t

worried about Ken anymore.

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Sitting in the back seat of his mother’s car, Ken remembered the

scene his mother had made upon entering the office and discovering

that he had been in a fight. She had started berating him like a

little boy in front of the school office staff. Then when the nurse

had mentioned his ’accident’, his mom had made it worse by asking if

he had made a ’number one or number two’. Ken had tried to slip away

at that point, believing that being homeless was better than this

humiliation, but his mom had grabbed his arm and stopped him. When

he tried to pull away, she swatted his butt and everyone in the room

heard the dull whap as she spanked his padded bottom.

When the nurse had offered back the other Easy-Up, his mom had

insisted they keep it and that she would send more to school with

him tomorrow. His mother had grabbed his hand on the way to the car

and held it the entire way, much to the amusement of some seniors

who were out front.

Linda pulled in to her driveway, stopping abrubtly and looked back

at her son, her eyes smoldering. "Get upstairs and into bed right

now! I want you to take a nap before we talk about this."

Ken protested. "But I didn’t start it. Randy did!"

Linda looked at him incredulously. "You mean our neighbor Randy? The

fourteen year old boy who weighs forty pounds less than you and is

always nice and polite to everyone he meets? Are you honestly trying

to tell me that Randy Lormann started a fight with you for no

reason?!" It was a ridiculous story and only proved he needed the

nap. "Get upstairs take off your clothes, get into bed and close

your eyes. Now." Linda felt tired. He was sixteen and still acted

like a little boy, up to and including the bed- and pants-wetting.

She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could handle.

Ken shuffled up the stairs wanting desperately to turn around and

explain to her. Randy had used a magic wand on him! He had made him

like this! Maybe he had even made him wet himself and and..." Ken

knew that was the answer! It was RANDY that had done all this to

him! He somehow found out that Ken had been rseponisble for those

diapers in his room and had cast a magic spell on him! Making piss

and sometimes shit himself. Because of that, his mom was treating

him like a little kid, making him wear diapers and take naps! It was

all Randy’s fault, Ken knew as he undressed and lay down in his bed.

He had to get even with him somehow. Ken closed his eyes, trying to

imagine what he could do to get back at someone who could cast a

spell on you.

Ken suddenly heard a shuffling noise. His mother had come in to

check on him, he thought. Until she opened his closet.

Chapter 30 - Happy Days Are Here Again.

Ken opened his eyes at the sound of the closet door opening. His mom

turned around holding a pair of Depends in her hand. Ken whimpered

in fear as his mom approached him. As she stood over him, unfolding

the diaper, Ken wet himself again. His mom looked at him with concern

in her eyes and said to him, "I know you don’t like wearing these

honey, but you have to. Its only until you get better and start going

in the potty again." It wasn’t fair! People were treating just like

a baby! And he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Linda untaped the Easy-Up and removed it, feeling the warm, squishy

front panel, her eyebrows raised. She was surprised that Ken had wet

himself again so quickly. He hadn’t even mentioned needing the

bathroom. She was concerned that the day had been too stressful on

him with the accidents and fight at school and the poopy diaper this

morning and meeting Bob. It must have been too much for the boy to

bear. Linda explained to Ken, "You need to take a nap. You got in a

fight and you had two accidents today. You need some rest Kenny."

"I’m too old for a nap." whined Ken. "And I don’t want to wear a

diaper again. Please can’t I just wear my Pull-Ups? I’m not a baby,

you know." He wracked his brains for a way to stop his mom from

putting the diaper on him again but whatever weird thing that was

preventing him from stopping his mom was as strong as ever.

Linda paused in her attempt to slide the diaper underneath her son’s

bottom. "Of course you’re not a baby. You’re my big boy, but you

can’t go to sleep in just a Pull-Up. What if you have a ’big

accident’ while you are sleeping? Or if you wet too much for the

Pull-Up to keep your bed dry. We wouldn’t want that, would we? No,

Kenny, diapers are for sleeping time, you can wear a Pull-Up when

you wake from your nap. Now lift up."

Ken obediently lifted his butt off his mattress and felt his mom

slide the diaper into place. Having a diaper put on him during the

day was much worse than at night and Ken wanted more than anything

to stop her from putting it on, But he just couldn’t stop her.

Unable to force her away or pull the Depend out from under himself,

Ken resorted to his only other option. "NO! I am too old for

diapers! I don’t want to wear them ever again. I’m not fucking

around, take this thing off me Damn it!"

Linda froze in shock at his words. She had only managed the first

tape and was adjusting the other side panel when he had started

cursing at her in a loud voice. She quickly sat down and rolled her

son forcefully onto her lap, pulling the partially affixed diaper

down, revealing his bare bottom. "How dare you use such filthy

language with me! If I ever *WHAP!* hear you *WHAP!* speak to ANYONE

*WHAP!* that way again *WHAP!* I will blister your bottom so hard

*WHAP! WHAP!* you won’t sit down for a week!"

Ken kicked his legs and squirmed to avoid the blows coming down, but

he couldn’t break her grip or even turn over with her holding him

down.

It was just like at the fight earlier at schoool. It seemed his mom

had gotten much stronger than he remembered. He couldn’t believe his

mom was spanking him! Unable to free himself, Ken began to cry out

each time her hand came down on his ass as he bucked and thrashed about,

trying to soften the blows. "OK. OK! I’m sorry. Ow! Mom, please stop.

I’m sorry! OWW!"

Linda stopped paddling her son, satisfied that she had stopped his

potty mouth. Now if she could only get him potty-TRAINED, she

thought wryly. She then rolled him onto his back pulling his hands

from his sore butt and continued diapering him. "I’m sorry I had to

do that, Kenny. Mommy doesn’t like to spank her big boy, but you are

not allowed to use those naughty words. Do you understand?" She saw

him nod tearfully as she finished taping the diaper on him. "One

more thing. I got these from aunt Martha and I think they will help

prevent any leaks." She pulled out a large pair of white plastic

pants from her pocket.

Having no choice, Ken laid back and let her put them on, still

sobbing more from the shame of being spanked and diapered than the

actual pain of the spanking. While it stung a little, it hadn’t been

as painful as the beating he had recieved from the younger kids at

school. When she pulled them into place, he rolled over to face the

wall and pretended to fall asleep.

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Dennis rushed into the store looking around guiltily. His erection

was full blown and he neeeded some relief! He automatically reached

down to ’adjust himself’ so no one would notice the bulge in his

pants. As his hand brushed the front of his jeans, Dennis blushed,

remembering there was no longer any need for that. His erection was

completely invisible under his jeans. He shuffled deeper into the

aisles of books and videos, his mind once again whirling with images

of big diapers and big dicks. His eyes were slightly out of focus as

his mind went back and forth between the two and he didn’t notice the

owner of the shop, until he accidentally bumped into the man.

Jack turned around and smirked at the boy behind him. It was the fag

who liked to wear diapers again. "Back so soon?" He lowered his

voice and continued, "Perhaps you should take a dozen of those

diapers home this time so you don’t need to come back that often."

He said, guessing the boy’s need. "Why don’t you go back into my

office, I’ll be there in a few minutes." He pointed the way.

Dennis nodded dumbly and walked to the indicated door. When he

opened the door he was surprised to see that the man had dumped the

entire case of adult diapers in the corner of the room, not even

bothering to hide them. He hastily shut the door and with shaking,

nervous hands pulled a diaper out of the top, opened package. Dennis

tried to fight the desire, knowing that it wasn’t really his, but

something forced on him. ’I don’t like this. I won’t do it. Diapers

are disgusting and I’m not a pervert, Randy is just making me do

this. But the thought of Randy recalled the memory of sucking the

younger boy’s dick, while wearing a GoodNite.

It was to much. He stripped and started pulling on the diaper.

Dennis was having difficulties making it fit right standing up. He

laid down, sweating(whether in anticipation or due to his inner

turmoil he wasn’t sure) and taped the diaper on himself. He began

rubbing the front of his diaper immediately and in seconds was

spurting into his ’Pamper’.

He lay back shamefully aware that he had done it again. Disgusted at

his weakness and the sheer pleasure he had felt doing it, he began

to remove the diaper. Dennis started in fear as the door swung inward.

His eye swept the room for concealment. There was nowhere to hide

and nothing to cover himself up with. Dennis scrambled to his feet

awkwardly with his pants still around his ankles, shouting "Wait,

don’t come in!"

Too late. The door opened revealing the owner, Mr. Longhorn grinning

down at Dennis. "Relax. It’s just me. Couldn’t wait, huh? Well,

since you’re still down there..." He unzipped his fly and pulled his

dick out, waggling it in Dennis’ face.

"No. You don’t understand. I don’t want to like diapers. I don’t

want to suck dicks. I just HAVE to." Dennis tried desperately to

explain that he didn’t enjoy doing those things. Not really. He just

couldn’t help himself.

"Well, if you gotta, you gotta. Now start sucking, diaper boy!" Jack

stroked his dick a couple of times, getting it hard as he moved

toward the cowering boy and shoved his dick into Dennis’ face,

pushing the head against Dennis’ tightly closed lips.

As soon as he felt the man’s cock touch his lips, all resistance

faded and Dennis opened his mouth as wide as he could and tried to

wrap his lips around the base of the big man’s cock hungrily.

Despite all his hatred of fags, despite all his sef-disgust at what

he was doing and becoming, his tongue began lovingly carressing the

underside of the now fully erect dick, keeping it moist as his lips

slurped noisily back and forth. He treid mumbling a protest, but he

couldn’t pull his mouth far enough off the wonderful tool to get his

words out. He didn’t want to miss a second of the blissful feeling

of having a real man inside his mouth, hoping to soon taste the

man’s salty jism.

Soon his entire world consisted only of his desire to suck and

please. He rubbed the front of his diaper furiously as the man stood

above him laughing gently at him. "That’s right diaperboy, suck me

off. I bet you can’t wait for it. I’m gonna cum in your faggy little

mouth while you rub your pathetic dick in your diaper. Come on suck

me harder you fucking pervert." Several minutes later Jack exploded

into the boy’s mouth, his knees buckling sligtly as he grabbed onto

Dennis’ head to keep himself upright.

Dennis choked as the man’s sperm shot down his throat, desperately

trying to regain enough control over himself not to swallow. He held

it in his mouth for a couple of seconds, tasting the foul stuff, the

store owner’s cock still in his mouth, preventing him from spitting

it out. Giving into the powerful urge, he swallowed, sobbing softly.

Jack recovered quickly and put his dick back into his pants. He

glanced around the room, hoping he had caught that from every angle.

The small security cameras were winking away, indicating that they

were working perfectly. This would be a perfect piece for "Freaks

Caught On Tape." A collection of amateur videos that came out every

couple of months of people doing sick and twisted sexual acts.

Jack would send in all the footage that couldn’t be used to identify

him. As a contributing member, he would receive a copy of the final

video cut as well as the next two installments for free. He had the

whole collection going back three years. He just loved watching

sickos get off.

He pulled the boy upright and reaching over handed him a twelve pack

of the diapers he was storing for the boy. It was a small price for

free blowjobs and a chance to video tape the boy getting off on his

diapers. "Why don’t you go to the bathroom and get out of that wet,

sticky diaper and into a clean one." Jack suggested. He hoped the boy

wouldn’t notice the surveillance cameras overlooking all the stalls,

carefully camoflauged as a sprinkler system.

Dennis nodded numbly as Jack placed the diapers in a brown paper bag

and sent him on his way. He had customers to take care of and his

cashier was not always reliable when it came to making suggestions.

Dennis checked all the stalls, looking for anyone who might be there

to hear him change his diaper. The bathroom was empty and he chose

the handicapped stall on the end. It would be easier to remove the

’Pamper’ in the roomier stall. latching the door behind him, he tore

open the bag and whipped out a clean diaper. Worried that someone

might come in at any moment, Dennis quickly removed the semen-filled

and wiped his dick with a tissue.

Putting a new diaper on while standing up was difficult and took him

several nervous minutes to get the tabs attached properly. His pants

were still around his ankles when the door to the bathroom creaked

open.

Dennis immediately stopped and waited for the person to leave. But

they entered the stall next to him. Dennis sat down as quietly as

possible on the closed seat, only then noticing a 2" wide hole in

the wall between the stalls. He quickly covered his lap with the

paper bag containing the other diapers.

As Dennis watched the floor, the man in the other stall pulled his

pants and underwear to his ankles, but then did something strange.

The man’s feet were suddenly facing his stall and his dick was

poking through the hole! Dennis looked around nervously, wondering

what was going on. He was a little excited, seeing a dick pointing

at his face, but had never heard of a ’glory hole’ before and had no

idea what he should do. Then a husky voice came from the other

stall. "Suck it, bitch!"

Dennis slowly lowered his face to the dick before him, opening his

mouth wide. He licked his lips hungrily. His hands automatically

threw the bag to the floor as he began to furiously stoke his diapers

for the second time in ten minutes

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Linda sat down heavily, wondering what to do about her son. He

seemed more childish to her than ever. The way he had squirmed and

kicked while she had spanked him. His wet Easy-Ups, not even an hour

and a half after being changed, with no request to use the bathroom.

She hoped the doctor could help them, but the appointment wasn’t for

another two days.

*Ding Dong* Linda sighed getting up to answer the door. It was

probably just a salesman and she wanted to catch up on One Life To

Live. When Linda opened the door she was surprised at what she saw.

If this man were a salesman, he was the most oddly dressed salesman

in history. He wore leather head-to-toe. With a wide-brimmed hat and

long coat, he definitely stood out. The man tipped his hat to her,

smiling. There was something odd about him besides his outfit. He

seemed somehow familiar.

Jeremy pulled out his little box and shoved it roughly against her

neck, hearing the familiar buzz as he watched her eyes go blank.

"Just an update Mrs. H. You are going to need a babysitter for Kenny

tonight. And anytime you are out. He is too immature to be by

himself. Try this number." He shoved a piece of paper into her hand.

"A friend recommended you should call her. But I want you to forget

to mention Kenny’s name. Just say he is an older child with special

needs and the Pastor at St. John’s thinks that she is the best

person for the job. Call her after I leave. But forget that I was

here." He commanded, looking her in the eyes to make sure she

understood. "Now stand here and wait."

The woman stood there blankly as he entered the home and walked

upstairs. Opening the door to Ken’s room, he saw that the boy was

still awake, but facing the wall. He pulled a blue vial of powder

from one of his many pockets and blew a small amount of it through a

straw right over the boy.

Jeremy then walked over to a shelf stacked with cassette tapes and

CDs. He reached into the back and pulled out the one he wanted.

Jeremy read the label to make sure. It read: "Randy - Master copy."

He walked back to the front door and addressed the unmoving Linda

once again. "You can close the door now. Oh and don’t bother seeing

the doctor. Ken has always had a small penis and you know how to

handle his wetting and shitting himself. With diapers. After all;

’Mother knows best’. He just needs to be potty trained. Try the video

your sister sent when he wakes up." Jeremy sauntered down the street,

whistling merrily. "This ought to keep things moving nicely." He

murmurred, twirling the tape between his fingers.

Linda shook her head, dazedly. ’What was she doing standing in the

hallway?’ She wondered. Then she remembered. She had to cancel

Kenny’s doctor appointment. There was no need to bother the doctor

about Kenny’s concern that his penis was shrinking. It was a ridiculous

concern. She had only made the appointment to appease the boy in the

first place. But really, she just didn’t have time to take off of work

for such a silly request.

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Sally answered the phone, pulling her eyes away from her soaps to do

so. "Hello, Dupree residence."

"I’m afraid she’s not home from school yet, may I ask why you are

calling?" Sally asked the woman on the other end.

"No, she’s not busy tonight. How did you find out about... Oh, I

see. Well, if the pastor recommended you then that will be fine."

Sally reached for a pencil and paper. "Can I get your name and

address?" Sally scribbled the information down quickly. She listened

as the other woman spoke.

"Oh my goodness! He’s a special child? And still in diapers? Oh, the

poor thing! No, I’m sure she can handle it. What time should she be

there? Until what time? OK. I’ll send her over as soon as she gets

home. And will you be able to drive her home then? Oh, fine. Fine.

She’ll see you then. Good bye, Mrs. Haskins." Hanging up, Sally wondered

why the pastor had recommended her daughter for this job. Lisa had

never worked with retarded children before.

But if Pastor Roberts felt Lisa was up to the job, she would give it

a try. At least it would keep Lisa out of trouble and help her pay

back the money she owed. Sally gave herself a mental note to remind

her daughter not to eat all of the Haskins’ food, while she was

there.

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Randy raced to his locker after the final bell and pulled uopen his

locker. A plain white piece of paper drifted to the ground. Randy

picked up the paper, curious. On it was a couple of lines of type:

Lisa will have an extremely powerful crush on you for the next 24

hours. Give her your phone number and offer to help her with her

math homework. Trust me, you’ll thank me for this later. Consider it

a gift for a good customer. -Susan (from V.I.)

TBC...

 

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