Buying Diapers

Chapter 8
Buying Diapers 35 - 38

Chapter 35 - Sometimes, Revenge Isn’t Enough.

Dennis went to bed soon after the game. Not because he was tired,

but mostly because he was so turned on by all the ball players he

had been watching so closely. His miniscule erection had been a

painful reminder to him about his perverted sexual desires the

entire game. His mom and brother had come home from McDonalds and

joined him and his father in watching the game. Despite being turned

on by the muscle bound athletes on the screen, Dennis had been glad

to be having a nearly normal moment with his family, though his

mother kept shooting him some questioning glances and he had started

avoiding her eye.

He undressed hurriedly and began rubbing his tiny stiffy. As always,

hating the way if felt between his fingers, yet loving the

sensations coming from his balls and cock. It felt soo good! He

couldn’t get Barry Bonds’ image out of his brain. Wild with

excitement, he stroked harder, desperate to cum. As sexually excited

as he was, though, he couldn’t stop the tears from running down his

cheeks. He was jacking off thinking about sex with a guy!

He sat down at his computer still rubbing furiously and started an

internet search for pictures of the ball player, hoping to find one

with the man partially unclothed or hopefully even naked.

After a few minutes that got boring though, and Dennis started

looking for new thrills. He ended up on a site watching all-male

videos. The site was ’Twink Sluts’ or the like and though he wanted

to stop, avert his eyes from the deviant sex acts on his screen he

kept staring, rubbing himself furiously with one of his diapers,

that he had pulled out while the video was loading. The rustling

sound was turning him on as much as the sensation of the soft

padding and plastic rubbing against his crotch as he watched two

guys fucking a young blond guy who looked quite similar to him.

*Unnh! UNNH!* He was panting and groaning, wishing it were him, on

his hands and knees, sandwiched between those muscly men, having one

dick up his ass with his diaper pulled down just enough to allow

entry, while he was face-fucked by the other.

Dennis had his back to his bedroom door and was so caught up in what

he was doing, he didn’t hear the creak of his bedroom door, until

his mother gasped behind him. Dennis jolted, then instantly shut off

his monitor and hastily threw the diaper under his computer desk,

kicking it further beneath his desk with his feet. He looked around

guiltily at his mother’s look of shock and deep disgust.

Dennis stammered, "I... I was just... It’s not what it looks like!"

He exclained looking at his mother’s feet. "I just wanted to..."

Dianne Lewis stepped into the room and shut the door tightly behind

her. "I can see what you were just doing! Dennis, I can hardly

believe it! You have a girlfriend and here I find you, playing with

yourself while staring at naked men doing... doing..." She

shuddered, unable to bring herself to say it aloud.

"And just what was that sound I heard?!" She demanded furiously. "It

sounded like a plastic bag or something."

Dennis felt light headed and dizzy. He didn’t know what he could

possibly say or do to make this go away. He wanted to crawl into a

corner. The way his mother was looking at him made him feel like a

disgusting worm. He certainly didn’t want to tell her about the

diaper! He looked around his desk, hoping for inspiration and a

break from his mother’s flashing eyes. "Uh... I don’t know. I uh...

think it was the speakers. Like feedback or something." He finished

lamely.

Dianne’s frown deepened. The sound could have come from the

speakers, she supposed, but it had sounded so clear to her. Still,

she was unsure and wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Perhaps, she thought doubtfully, it was the sort of sexual

experimentation that some teenagers went through. After all, Dennis

had definitely shown more than a passing interest in Lisa. She had

caught them necking more than once. Her anger began to drain away,

though her disgust at what she had seen was unchanged. "I hope for

your sake this was a one time only thing." She eyed her son

meaningfully. "I know sometimes boys your age can be curious about

different things, but..."

Dennis, seeing a way out, felt a little of the confusion and tension

drain away from him. He quickly asserted that it was indeed the

first and only time. "I swear mom, I would never look at that sick

stuff again! I was totally grossed out by it and thought I was going

to puke. I’m not like that. You know I love Lisa." He continued

desperately. "Please don’t tell dad! He would kill me! I swear I

will never do it again." He glanced at his mother’s face again,

hoping for a sign that she would believe him. Even though he was now

turned on by this stuff(something he could barely admit to

himself.), he still hated fags as much as ever. It wasn’t his fault

that Randy had made him like this. He was as disgusted as she was

that he couldn’t stop the perverted thoughts nor from acting on

them. He was damn lucky he han’t been wearing the diaper, though.

There was no way he could have talked his way out of THAT!

Dianne knew he was right. James would blow up if he had any inkling

of what she had just seen. She couldn’t even imagine the things he

might do. While she wanted to nip this behavior in the bud and help

return Dennis to normal, she didn’t see her husband as being nearly

as compassionate with their son. If it continued, though... "All

right. I promise I won’t tell him. As long as you promise never to

do... whatever it was that you were doing, again."

Dennis felt a powerful surge of relief now. "Of course. I swear. I

wouldn’t have anyway, that stuff is gross!" He added to give more

weight to his words. He knew he had dodged a bullet on this one. But

he also knew the urges were so powerful he would have to do it again

unless Randy turned him back to normal. He hung his head lower,

knowing he would have to wear the diaper to school for sure, now.

But not without pants, he thought. He would just make sure that

Randy knew he was wearing them and hope that it would be enough.

His mother, misinterpreting his reaction, nodded in satisfaction.

She wasn’t entirely convinced, but still wanted to give him the

benefit of the doubt. She would be keeping a close eye on him for a

while, though. She couldn’t get the disturbing image of her son

masturbating to gay sex out of her mind.

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Randy could hardly believe how his life had so suddenly changed. A

week ago he had been a bed-wetter, crying to his mom, worrying that

she was about to put him back in diapers. Now, here he was

completely dry every night (Though, because of Ken’s trick, still

wearing GoodNites, he reminded himself) and having sex for the first

time and the bullies who had tried to humiliate him were now

completely humiliated themselves and under his control, subject to

his whim.

He thrust forward eagerly over and over as he pushed his huge dick

into Lisa’s vagina. He had heard of ’doing it doggy style’ before

and knew that was what he was doing now was called. His eyes darted

back and forth between his two former tormentors as he increased the

speed of his thrusts, igoring Lisa’s cries of pain as he pushed

forward even further inside her, trying to get his dick in all the

way.

His excitement was building quickly and he reached out, grabbing the

rolls of fat on each side of the girl, squeezing hard. He finally

ejaculated, grunting and groaning. He rested, still inside her with

his dick twitching madly. ’What a fat pig!’ He thought looking down

at the formerly slim, attractive cheerleader.

Lisa stayed kneeling as she felt the final painful thrusts and knew

that Randy had cum inside of her. As painful as his penis was (and

it was painful. It felt like someone had shoved their arm up inside

her!), she was so glad she had managed to please him and was

grateful that he felt she

was attractive enough to have sex with. She was a little embarrassed

when he grabbed at the huge fat rolls on her side, though. It was an

ugly reminder of how large she had become.

The two teen-agers relaxed from their activities and looked over

again at Ken. The boy was still watching the stupid potty training

video and singing along.

Suddenly Ken announced that he was thirsty, not turning his eyes

from the screen as Barney answered questions about the finer points

of using the potty. His statement was enough to get the two sweaty

young adults to start moving again. Randy pulled himself out,

grabbing Lisa’s extremely generous ass cheeks and spreading them

wide for a better retreat. Lisa yelped in pain and got to her feet,

slipping on her dress. She watched Randy, looking hopefully for

signs of approval.

Ken sat staring at the televison and repeated his earlier statement,

never looking away from the TV. "I’m thirsty."

Randy grinned as Lisa went to the kitchen, returning with a plastic

cup filled with juice. Both of them watched as Ken quickly drained

his cup and held it out for more. Twice more Lisa refilled his cup

at his request, but when he asked for a fourth drink she refused,

telling the boy that he needed to try and use ’the potty’, as his

mom had requested of her earlier. Ken didn’t respond, but merely

held out his glass expectantly and sang along with ’The Potty Song’

as the children on the video danced around and clapped their hands.

Randy laughed quietly at this and shrugged at Lisa’s questioning

look. She reluctantly refilled his cup again and returned the

pitcher to the kitchen.

Randy dressed silently and kept an eye on Ken, enjoying the

spectacle of the diapered boy trying to learn how to use the toilet

like some two year-old. When Lisa returned, the credits were rolling

and they both sat watching Ken, amazed at how involved he was with

the show. It seemed so out of character after all his protests

earlier that he didn’t need diapers.

For Lisa it was weird but kind of understandable. After all, despite

his age, Kenny was such an immature and very youthful boy. He seemed

hardly old enough to be in school.

Randy didn’t get what Kenny saw in the video at all. His curse on

Ken didn’t mention him wanting to act like a little kid and watch

baby videos. Still, he was more amused than concerned. After all,

anything that brought the boy lower was OK with him.

As the machine reached the end and began to rewind itself, Ken felt

himself resurfacing as if from a dream. He looked around, seeing

Lisa and Randy looking at him bemusedly. Forgetting his appearance,

he stood up rapidly, only remembering he was in a diaper by the

noise it made. He hastily pulled down his t-shirt again and only

partially covering his Depends diaper, trying to keep as much

dignity as possible in his situation.

Ken started edging to the stairs when he stopped cold. Something was

definitely more wrong than just him wearing a diaper. Even as he

felt the squishing sensation around his ass and balls, the smell hit

his nose, causing him to gag. He absolutely couldn’t believe this

was happening to him! He had crapped himself while watching Barney!

He knew that Barney was helping him to get re-toilet-trained and was

surprised that somehow he had gotten worse. He had never done that

during the day before. At least not since he was two or three. He

glanced down at the gurgling sound and was even more shocked to see

a yellow stain grow on the front of his adult diaper, making the

stripes on the front of turn blue. He looked up again in absolute

mortification to see Randy’s wide, wicked smile and Lisa’s look of

consternation. He again fled for his bedroom, the gooey mess

spreading around his backside nastily.

Lisa watched him go, unable to form the words to stop him. She was

too stunned to see the faint brown stain and large bulge in the back

of his diaper. Randy was again laughing so maniacally that she

thought he would explode.

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After hearing the outrageous tape, many of the parents had questions

which the principal tried his best to answer. After a few minutes,

he asked once again if the parent was in the room, pointedly not

looking at Michelle as he did so. When no one came forward, he

introduced the psychologist who spoke at length of the psychological

harm of putting a teen-aged child back into diapers, unless they

absolutely needed them. And even then, he continued, the child should

have professional help to deal with the issue.

Linda squirmed in her seat guiltily at that, but she was sure he was

wrong in Kenny’s case. He had to wear the diapers to bed and there

really wasn’t any need to call a doctor. She looked around and

caught the sanitation man’s eye. Oddly, he was nodding at her

grinning, almost leeringly. She looked away, worried that he might

see in her face what she was thinking.

Then officer Wilton spoke, telling the assembled parents about the

legal ramifications if the person or persons who recorded and played

the tape were caught. He mentioned jail time, which caused many nods

of approval, especially Linda noted, from Michelle.

Then he mentioned possible child cruelty charges if the other child

in question were actually diapered by his mother as an act of

punishment, at which point two or three of the parents tried not to

look guilty, though not Michelle, this time.

To Linda, Michelle looked almost as if she were agreeing, but

somehow defiantly. Linda wasn’t sure what to make of Michelle’s expression

though, but Linda would keep her opinion to herself. Especially

since she was diapering her own son nightly. Though not out of

punishment, but out of necessity, she told herself.

Seeing again the

strange smile playing on Mr. Smith’s lips, almost as if he were

reading her mind, Linda looked back at the podium. This time, the

principal asked Mr. Smith up to the microphone and Linda wondered

what he had to say and how he could possibly be involved in this.

Jeremy stood behind the podium and smiled at the sea of faces. He

wanted to curse them all to oblivion, but he kept to the plan that

Susan had come up with. He contented himself with a few minor

changes in the surrounding people: The mother of three in the front

would now want to dominate sexually her husband sitting next to her,

and he would now beg her for the oppurtunity, pleading for her to

bend him over and fuck him with a strap-on dildo.

He gave the black nurse on his left a desire to spank any white male

she worked with professionally, though he doubted she would be

working at the school much longer after that.

He left officer Wilton with a case of impotence that would only go

away when he was around underage prostitutes, and left principal

Jensen with the burning desire to permanently redecorate his entire

house as if he were a four year-old girl, grinning at the thought of

the forty year-old man trying to command respect while making sure

he had enough shelf space for his ’My Little Pony’ collection.

Looking around, he addressed the assemblage. "Thank you, Principal

Jensen. We at the sanitation department found this tape in a random

inspection for our landfill surveys. After hearing it, we called the

school and we were asked to bring it to tonight’s meeting." He

pulled the casette he had stolen earlier out of his pocket, the

label magically erased, and offered it to the approaching janitor.

Everyone in the room watched as the man walked back and placed the

tape in the machine and pressed ’play’.

"Oh my God! Randolph Lormann, did you just wet your pants?!" Several

people looked in Michelle’s direction, including the staff. Linda

gasped. Michelle’s face became a stony mask as she felt her cheeks

glow. "Where are your Pull-Ups - I mean, GoodNites? And what are

those diapers doing in your closet?! They don’t belong there."

*Pause* "Mom, No! Please don’t make me wear the diapers! Please!

I... I’ll never wet again, please!! I promise. Don’t make me put on

a d.. diaper!" The sound of a boy crying could be heard, then

Michelle’s voice spoke again. "Give me those diapers. And that,

too." "Now, take off those wet pants." *Pause* "Please mom, no! I

SWEAR it will never happen again. Please!? I’m too old to wear

diapers!" *Pause* "Of course you are. Randy honey, you need to take

those wet pants off and clean up." "I don’t know what is going on

here, but I promise I am not going to put you back in diapers." *a

Long pause where only the sound of a boy sobbing sould be heard*

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

else wrote it. I would NEVER, NEVER make you wear a diaper. I would

NEVER tell the neighbors about your bedwetting. Never!!" "But you

wrote that letter and left the dia.." "I did NOT write that letter.

It is a forgery! Nor did I buy those diapers. Someone must have

found out about your secret and this is their sick idea of a joke!"

*Short pause* "If I ever find out who did this, I will make sure

their parents punish them severely! Now wash up and put some dry

pants on. I don’t wish to discuss this anymore. You will NOT be

wearing diapers to bed! I will fix your dinner and go to the store

and buy you some more Pull-... ’special underwear’."

The tape cut off and the whole room remained silent, many people

staring at Michelle as those who recognized the names spoken on the

tape pointed in her direction and then whispers passed through the

auditorium.

One or two of the father’s in the audience actually laughed.

Michelle’s cheeks burned from the moment she heard their names on

the tape and she covered her face shamefully, while Linda consoled

her, gently rubbing her back.

Shortly after, the rest of the parents were thanked and told they

could leave, with a reminder to keep this information to themselves.

Mr. Smith also left with the janitor, giving Linda another ghostly

smile as he passed the two women. Soon the room was empty save for

the staff, the psychologist and the police officer and they all

adjourned to the office.

The officer demanded the tape as evidence, saying that they would try

to discover the perpetrator’s identity from fingerprints(There were

none, thanks to Jeremy.) and listening for other clues on the tape.

He turned to Michelle and added that there would be no police

investigation of her as it was obvious from the tape that she had not

actually shamed her son by putting him in diapers, but had done what

was necessary to help her son with his problem. He left the rest of

them sitting rather uncomfortably in the office, Linda still

murmurring encouragemnet and consoling words to Michelle, though

Michelle hardly understood them in her state of shock.

The entire room listened to the psychologist for the next half an

hour as he tried to give his best recommendations on how to handle

the situation, but it all boiled down to everyone keeping Randy’s

shameful secret from getting out, while Michelle kept doing her best

to deal with her son’s problem privately. Something that they all

would have done anyway, Linda reflected, her arm still tightly

gripped around her neighbor’s shoulder.

Chapter 36 - Punishments To The Left of Me, Humiliations to The

Right.

Ken rushed into his bedroom and pulled on the shorts still lying on

the bed, then he rushed to his window and tried lifting it up, but

it was impossible for him to move it. It’s stuck! He thought

deperately looking for something to pry open the window. He bent his

knees and used all the leverage he could get and HEAVED! But nothing

happened, it just wouldn’t budge! He looked around for another way

and decided he would try his mother’s room instead. He dashed across

the hall, still hearing Randy’s crazed laughter, and quietly shut

the door behind him. His mother’s window was also seemingly stuck.

Ken was now sweating profusely and the smell coming from his pants

was nauseating. He was about to try the bathroom window when he

heard footsteps and Lisa’s voice coming up the stairs. She was

talking to Randy! It sounded like she was telling him to hurry back

or something. Ken hoped he would go home for good. When he heard

Lisa calling him from inside his bedroom, he dived into the closet

and pulled the door shut, panting. The smell was even worse in the

enclosed space, not having any where to go.

Ken crouched down, pulling some clothes and boxes around him. The

mess squished further as he squatted there, rising high up his rear

and over his balls and penis. He still couldn’t believe it. He had

shit himself again! But this time he had been awake and he had not

even realized he had done it until he had stood up. It was so gross!

He would find a way to get back at Randy for doing this to him. The

way he looked at him in triumph and his mocking laughter, he was

sure it was Randy who had made him do this. But HOW?! It was too

much for him and he began to cry again, which only made things worse

when he realized how much and how easily he had cried recently.

That thought sobered him up enough to reduce his sobs to a few

sniffles. What was going on? He wasn’t a little sissy who would take

this kind of crap from anybody. He was the toughest kid at school

and nobody, but nobody

could do this to HIM! He was about to stand up, go to them and

demand he be treated like an adult or else, when the closet door

flew open, causing him to cringe and bury himself further into the

clothing and boxes surrounding him, whimpering.

"There you are!" Lisa said brightly, as if she were playing a game

of hide-and-seek with a three year-old. "Come on out, Mr. Stinky

Pants!"

Randy had told her he would be back soon, but he wouldn’t stay

around her unless she treated Kenny just like a big baby and teased

him a lot. She really didn’t want to, but she couldn’t risk losing

Randy’s affection, so she had agreed, though reluctantly. She

understood that Ken was a bully, and remembered quite clearly what

he had done to her as well, but she still felt a little sorry for

the poor boy. He was clearly much younger and more immature than she had

previously thought.

She looked closely at Kenny’s tear-stained cheeks as she grabbed his

wrist and pulled him from the closet wondering what she could do to

stall his diaper change as Randy had told her. She pulled him out,

despite his resistance. The hardest part, she grunted, was his

weight. He barely seemed strong enough to lift one of those boxes he

had tired to hide behind.

Lisa sat the poor boy on the bed, telling him to stay there, no

longer surprised to see him comply. Mrs. Haskins had been right. He

seemed to do what he was told by her as long as she gave him strict

orders and was firm about it. She turned back to the closet,

examining the wreckage of pulled-down clothing and strewn cartons.

Lisa placed all the coats, dresses, and pantsuits back on their

hangers neatly. Picking up after little kids was always part of a

babysitters job.

When the floor was once again free of Linda’s clothing, she could

see the boxes more clearly. They were labeled in felt pen, "For

Kenny - Davey’s old stuff". It looked interesting enough for her to

check out and would buy the time that Randy needed to return, she

thought, opening the first one and peering inside.

Ken watched her from the bed, unable to get up. He was miserable,

sitting in a dirty diaper and waiting to be allowed to clean himself

up. His mom had allowed him to immediately shower after he had

messed himself during the night, preferring not to have to touch the

smelly mess herself.

Ken sniffed and tried to make his voice steady and as adult sounding

as possible. "Can I- Can I go shower now?" He knew she would put him

back in a diaper afterwards, but at least he would be clean and not

have to smell like a baby who just pooped himself and sat around in

it, uncaring.

Lisa pulled out the top piece of clothing. It was a plain white

t-shirt, she thought at first, but then as she held it up, she saw

that it was really long and had buttons at the bottom and came to an

odd shape that reminded her strongly of the onesies Nicky used to

wear. She smiled, knowing this was the sort of thing Randy wanted,

to further humiliate Kenny. She looked further and found another

one, but this one had pale blue lettering on it. She held it up for

Ken to see as they both read, "Mommy’s SPECIAL Boy!"

Ken gasped. It was one of Davey’s shirts from about ten years ago.

He had seen him wearing it a couple of times, when his aunt had

gotten her son up from naps. Why had his mom brought those home?!

Surely, she didn’t expect Ken to wear them! They were too small for

one thing.

"Those aren’t mine!" He insisted quickly, hoping to head off any

ideas she might be having. "They belong to my retarded cousin. He

used to wear them when he was younger." He tried again to convince

her that he was not the owner or wearer of such babyish things, glad

that at least she couldn’t put them on him if she tried. But she

didn’t even look at him as she tossed it onto the bed and kept

rummaging through the box, holding up pair after pair of plastic

pants, some of them even having baby prints on them!

Just then, Ken started to feel dizzy and he shut his eyes tightly.

Inside he felt weird and the bed was shifting mysteriously beneath

him, almost as if it were spreading out.

When the feeling finally passed, Ken opened his eyes tentatively,

looking at Lisa’s back as she continued searching

the open cardboard carton. He shut them again just as quickly,

realizing whatever had been affecting him was still happening. He

had had some sort of weird visual distortion and the floor and bed

seemed much closer to him, while Lisa’s head and the ceiling had

appeared much higher up than normal. He shook his head to clear it

and peeked again, but it was the same. He felt fine physically, but

lower things still looked closer than before and higher things

looked even taller! Almost as if he had shrunk!

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"Fine. Just take it from my account as usual." Randy hung up the

phone with a feeling of glee. If this worked out the way he

planned... He jumped up and ran to his mom’s room and pulled out the

video camera and a blank tape. Then he had another thought and went

to call Lisa. He waited, counting the rings. On the fourth one she

picked up. "Hey Lisa. It’s Randy. Have you changed him? Good. I will

be over in a minute. Put him on his bed and get everything ready,

but don’t start changing him till you hear two knocks on the bedroom

door. Oh, and leave it cracked about 5 or 6 inches. Yeah." *Pause*

"What!? No way! That is soo cool. Yeah bring those too. And tell him

to act like a baby while you are changing him. I don’t know. Tell

him to suck his thumb and coo as you change him, but tell him not to

say anything or look at anything but you, OK? Don’t worry he’ll do

it." Randy hung up, reviewing his plan.

First, he knew from Susan that he could get Lisa to do pretty much

anything, since she was totally infatuated with him. And Ken had to

do whatever his mom, and now his babysitter, told him to do. He had

tried to find out why, since it had not been one of his curses, but

the operator had been evasive. He had finally let it go, and then

they planned out what Randy would do next. He had wanted to turn Ken

directly into a baby, but Susan had talked him out of it. She said

she had a better plan and when she explained it to him, Randy’s eyes

had grown wide.

At first he wasn’t sure, because it seemed so extreme, so bizarre,

but when Susan pointed out all the things Ken had done to him again,

in excruciating detail this time, he agreed. He was so infatuated

with his power over Ken, that he needed to do more to show the boy

who was in control(and not just over bladder and bowels, he thought,

grinning wickedly).

When Susan suggested he add a little more to Lisa’s punishment, he

readily agreed, feeling high on his new found power. They worked out

the details for maximum effect and it had cost him a lot to do it,

too. But Randy didn’t care. It was worth it. He left a note telling

his mom he would be a little late and would call her around 9:00.

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Lisa stood over the wailing boy as he lay on his bed. She couldn’t

understand the bizarre protests he made. He had claimed that he

suddenly shrunk! Ridiculous. Kenny had always been quite short for

his age. She had even wondered why Dennis used to hang around the

little runt. Why, at 3’ 10" his eyes barely came up to her breasts.

She had caught him staring at them on more than one occasion. But it

wasn’t as if he suffered from dwarfism or anything. He was perfectly

proportioned and had all the physical appearance of a sixteen

year-old boy, other than his height and meager sexual organs. She

finally had had enough of his paranoid fantasy and ordered him to

stop talking. Which explained all the crying she was now enduring.

Suddenly she heard two light taps on the door behind her and she

remembered Randy’s instructions. "Kenny, I want you to lie still and

only look at me." She told the sobbing little boy.

What else had Randy said? Oh yeah. "While I am changing you, I want

you to act like you are a baby. You can’t talk and you have to suck

your thumb." She watched him as eyes wide, he inserted his thumb

into his mouth, his eyes glinting with rage, even as his mouth and

face had the placid look of a baby being changed.

Lisa grabbed the washcloth she had gotten wet in the bathroom and

opened the nasty diaper. The disgusting smell wafted up, even

stronger than before. "Pee-Yuu! You sure made a big mess there.

Yucky Stinky Pants Baby!" She kept her profile to the door as Randy

had insisted, so he could see the whole changing process.

Ken lay there helplessly sucking his thumb, unable to look away from

the girl who was embarrrassing him so deeply. Trying to distract

himself from the fact that she was wiping his shitty bottom, he

wondered at the fact that Lisa seemed entirely oblivious to his

shrunken stature. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have lost

as much as two feet! Yet, when he tried to point that out to her,

she looked at him so unbelievingly that he was sure she hadn’t

noticed. And she hadn’t even seemd to notice her own changes. Ken

had watched incredibly as she seemed to infate right before his

eyes. Her ass had spread out alarmingly and her breast had reached

grotesque proportions. When her arms, legs and belly swelled to

match them, Ken could only look on in disgust. He had tried to look

away as she scratched her three sweaty chins.

When Lisa pulled the new diaper in place he gratefully lifted his

bottom, hoping to get his tiny dick and balls covered at last. She

taped him up, still talking to him like he were a baby, rather than

a boy three months older than herself. But now the diaper was HUGE

on him! It went up to his belly button and the tapes came together

almost touching each other as she pulled them tight enough to keep

him snug.

Lisa pulled the last tape snugly into place and cooed at Kenny,

"There. Isn’t that better? Now you’re all nice and clean and comfy

in a new diaper. What a gooood boy you are!" She praised him as she

reached over for the ducky print plastic pants and pulled them on.

He started to protest and she shushed him, saying, "Almost done now.

Let’s get you dressed." Lisa lifted up his cousin’s old babyish

shirt with snaps and pulled it over him, then she snapped the crotch

together. "All done, baby!"

"That was perfect!" Randy exclaimed stepping into the room and still

looking through the lens of the video camera. "I got it all on

tape." He smirked wickedly, zooming in on the shocked look on

Kenny’s face, making sure he got a good shot of the printed onesie

the boy was wearing. "Aww! Isn’t that cute! ’Mommy’s special boy!"

Randy couldn’t believe how normal, Ken looked, despite his sudden

shrinking. He looked exactly the same as before, but the diaper

looked much larger and more obvious now in proportion to his new

size. Too bad Lisa couldn’t appreciate it as much as he and Kenny

could. No one else could, in fact. The ’awareness modifier’ he had

chosen had seen to that.

Ken quickly looked away from the camera to hide his face. What he

saw was so bizarre, even compared to some of the things that had

happened to him today, that he stopped and stared. Lisa had picked

up his dirty diaper and was holding it to her face, sniffing and

inhaling deeply. He watched in amazement as she slowly pulled her

face away from the disgusting mess and saw to his horror that she

was smiling in deep satisfaction. As if she had smelled a perfect

rose or her favorite perfume.

Chapter 37 - "Help Take A Bite Out of Crime!"

Randy was on cloud nine. He knew Ken would NEVER mess with him

again! The thought of that tape of him being played for the whole

school still burned inside. But he also now felt a kind of

curiousity. How far could he go with Ken? How much could he mess up

the other boy’s life? To teach him a lesson, of course. He wasn’t

the kind of guy Kenny was, always messing with people for his own

benefit. No, Randy was just making sure that Kenny never had the

chance to hurt someone else the way he had hurt Randy. Sure, it was

kind of funny watching ’little Kenny’ piss and crap himself in a

diaper, but the main purpose had been to even up the score between

them. And now for the next step. This will make us even. But first,

he had to get Lisa out of the way for a while.

"Hey Lisa." He began, "How about making ’Mommy’s SPECIAL Boy’ here

some din-din? I’ll watch the baby and make sure he doesn’t get into

trouble." He grinned.

Ken and Lisa both looked up at this. Ken had a look of horror

plastered over his face as he pulled his thumb out of his mouth with

a *pop!* and looked at Lisa pleadingly.

Lisa looked at the boy she was babysitting and back to the young man

she loved. She didn’t think that Randy would

just ’watch’ Kenny while she was cooking, but she did have to make

supper soon. She looked into Randy’s eyes and melted. How could she

refuse him anything? She wondered. Besides, it wasn’t like Randy

would actually hurt him or anything. "OK I guess. Just make sure he

doesn’t get hurt, all right. If you need anything I’ll be downstairs

in the kitchen. There’s only enough spaghetti for two, would you

like mine?" Lisa knew that sometimes the way to a man’s heart was

through his stomach and not just his penis.

Ken whimpered at Lisa’s words. He knew Randy was up to something

else, and he didn’t want to be alone with the strangely powerful

boy. He got up to follow Lisa out to the kitchen, saying in the most

dignified voice he could muster(considering he was wearing a diaper

and a printed onesie!) said, "I would like to help you make dinner

Lisa. I could cook the pasta or chop the salad." He added hopefully.

Lisa looked at Kenny and frowned. Kenny was way too young and

definitely too small to be working in the kitchen where he could

easily get burned or cut by a knife. "No, I don’t think so, Kenny.

But thank you for asking!" She said in a voice she used with her

smaller charges when they were trying to be nice to her. "I think

Randy is right. Why don’t you watch your Barney Video again? You

like that one!" She added brightly. "Or you could play a game or

draw mommy a picture! How does that sound?"

Ken forgot for a moment his new state and attire. He was so incensed

by her baby-talk and patronizing tone, that he yelled in his most

intimidating voice (One that had become slightly higher due to his

body’s recent size reduction.), "I will not be talked down to like

this! I am SIXTEEN YEARS-OLD for fuck sake! Just because-"

Just what he would have said to finish that thought, Lisa never

knew. She quickly picked up the small boy and sat on his bed,

pulling him over her knee for another spanking. She spanked his

diapered bottom several times as he swung his arms and kicked his

legs violently around. Lisa quickly gathered Kenny’s wrists and

pulled them upward behind his back, pinning both of them with her

left hand. Her right hand continued swatting his butt and upper

thighs. *SMACK! SMACK!*

"NOoooo! YOu- Ow! - can’t - OWW! - Do this to *OoWWW!* me!" Ken

screamed trying to jerk his arms free or kick himself off of her

lap. But his new size made it even less likely than before. He

yelled again, wincing with the pain of another blow to his thighs.

It hurt a lot, but worse than the pain of the physical blows was the

psychological effect of being spanked on his diapered butt. Just

like a baby!

He howled in rage and pain, his cries of protest became tears of

shame and defeat. How long she had him over her knee spanking him,

he had no idea. He lost count of the number of times her hand made

contact. "P- Please! Stop! I didn’t *AUGH!* I man... I’m ...sorry!"

He finally caved in to the punishment. No longer caring how

undignified it was, Kenny just cried. He bawled pitifully in front

of Randy and Lisa, unable to stop the tears or the snot now running

from his nose.

Lisa finally stopped after she had counted forty hard spanks. Kenny

was no longer fighting her and hadn’t even seemed to realize she had

let his arms go seconds earlier. He lay there crying like the big

baby he was. Lisa rolled him on to the bed and grunted in an

unladylike manner, trying to heave her massive body upright. She

turned to the boy who had curled up into the fetal position, still

sobbing and sniffing, taking great gulps of air. "I am going to

start dinner now. You can stay up here untill dinner. After dinner,

you can watch your video and then it’s bedtime. Do you understand me

Kenny?" She asked as she easily opened the window to air out the room.

Ken nodded, still curled up tightly, his hands over his face.

Lisa grabbed a t-shirt from Kenny’s laundry basket and pulled his

hands away. She wiped his snotty hands and face clean, throwing the

shirt back into the hamper. She rolled up the dirty diaper and threw

it in the waste basket on her way out the door.

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Michelle and Linda sat in the furthest booth from the bar. Michelle

was still too distraught to talk, so Linda ordered the drinks, glad

she had convinced her neighbor to stop in. She was in no shape to

show up at home right now. Linda kept speaking words of comfort,

telling her that no one else would know. Michelle’s and Randy’s secret

was safe. After a while and another round of drinks Michelle started to open

up.

Sitting a little straighter and grasping her drink firmly, Michelle

finally spoke. "I am sure you understand Linda and, of course your

son would never tease Randy for being a bed-wetter. It’s the other

kids, the ones who don’t wet their beds. They are the ones who would

make his life so hard. Kids that age can be so cruel, you know. What

if whoever made that tape actually played the one with our names on it?

Or what if one or two of the parents who were there let slip what

they heard tonight? All it takes is one child at school who knows

for sure and soon it would spread like wildfire. Randy would have to

move to another school! And the only one in this area that would

take him is his old school. I can’t send him back a grade. It would

make him lose confidence in himself. He’s such a sensitive, timid boy."

Linda patted the other woman’s shoulder consolingly. "Of course he

is. But don’t you worry about it. No one will say a word, I’m sure.

I don’t know what I’d do if it were Kenny that was recorded like

that. I’d want the child who did that put in jail, at the least! I’m

certain the police will catch whoever did it, don’t you worry.

They’ll be expelled from school and Randy will never have to worry

about it again. Besides didn’t you say Randy was dry now?" She

asked, hoping to put as much emphasis on the positive as possible.

"Without his Pull... er, GoodNites around, nobody could prove it was

him anyway."

Michelle turned to face Linda squarely. "Oh. That’s right. You don’t

know. I found a bunch of Randy’s wet GoodNites in his closet. He has

been switching into dry ones and hiding the wet ones from me. He has

had only one dry night in almost two weeks! I... I..." Michelle

began to sob miserably. She took another gulp and tried to continue.

"I’m afraid I was very harsh with him. I actually " She lowered her

voice, looking aroud the room, nervously, "spanked him for it. I

even shoved one of the wet GoodNites under his nose!" She moaned,

ashamedly. "I don’t know what made me do it. I was so angry! Angry

that he lied to me. Angry that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me

the truth!"

Linda was a little taken aback by this news. To be sure, Linda had

spanked her own son recently, but Randy seemed much older, more

mature to Linda somehow. She almost told Michelle about it, but then

she would have to explain the daytime accidents and the night-time

diaperings that had become necessary of late. She didn’t want Ken to

suffer that kind of embarrassement, though she was sure her neighbor

would never tell anyone their secret.

But there was something she could talk about. "Kenny tried that,

too. He didn’t think I would notice how many were missing!" The two

women chuckled a little at this, easing the tension considerably.

During their third round, Linda’s cell phone rang. She excused

herself and answered, "Hello. Oh, hi Bob!" Linda’s face lit up. "I’m

fine. I am just having a drink with my neighbor at the bar. Perhaps

later?"

Michelle stood up, signalling to Linda to continue her conversation.

It was time she headed home.

Covering the mouthpiece, Linda asked, "Are you sure?"

Nodding, Michelle picked up her keys and left. She had just realized

there was something she could do about this incident. Something she

should have thought of earlier.

She had some business to do with Vengeance, Inc.

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Ken looked up as Randy, now almost a foot and-a-half taller than him,

advanced slowy towards where he lay. Scrambling backwards Ken bumped

into the wall, trying to pull the covers around himself defensively.

"Please. I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me!" With their new size difference

and the odd weakness he had been feeling, he was sure the younger

boy could, and would, do just that.

Randy clambered onto the bed and kneeled in front of Kenny. Now was

the time to get payback! "Don’t worry. It won’t hurt if you don’t

fight me." Randy’s face was twisted into a wicked smile as he slowly

reached his hand forward and into Kenny’s mouth.

Ken’s mouth formed an ’o’ of dismay, his eyes widening as Randy

reached in and grabbed his teeth! Something was terribly wrong. It

felt as though they were being separated from his gums. He gagged as

something hard touched the back of his throat.

Randy pulled his hand quickly and removed all thirty-two of Ken’s

perfect, false teeth. He grinned triumphantly as he held them up for

Ken to see. As he stared at the stricken boy, his other hand reached

down to unzip his fly.

Ken’s hands flew unbelievingly to his mouth. His tongue explored

the inside of his mouth finding not one single tooth inside his

head. He didn’t even realize he was wetting himself, he was so

surprised. His eyes watched almost hypnotically as Randy pulled down

his pants, revealing his semi-hard cock already reaching past the

waistband of his underwear.

Randy chuckled grimly. "I made sure you didn’t know about these," He

indicated Ken’s teeth, waving them airily, "Until I took them out. I

thought it would be funnier that way." His voice became huskier as

he stroked his dick, looking Kenny in the eye. "Now you can suck my

cock with out me having to worry about you biting it!" He laughed

heartily.

Ken tried scrambling back farther even though his back was to the

wall. He watched as Randy tossed the false teeth (My false teeth! he

thought) aside and felt Randy’s hand grab the back of his hair. Ken

tried to protest, "NO! I’m not a fa- Mmrph!" Randy had just shoved

his dick into his open mouth!

Randy easily caught Kenny’s hands and pinned them in much the same

manner as Lisa had, though in front, not behind the boy. He slowly

pushed his dick forward.

Ken went wild. But Randy seemed to be even stronger than Lisa now!

He felt the pain as his lips stetched as far as they could go in his

new, smaller size. He tried to dislodge the monstrous cock by

shaking his head side to side, but Randy just yanked Ken’s hair

hard, keeping his head still. It was huge! It was like having a

baseball bat shoved into your mouth, but instead it was some guy’s

dick! Instinctively he bit down as hard as he could, but Randy only

moaned pleasurably.

"Oh yeah. Gum it! Make it nice and wet and tight, you little

cock-sucker! I knew you’d be good at this." He thrust forward

mightily, feeling his dick hit the back of Kenny’s throat, though

almost half of his dick was still outside his mouth. "Now who’s the

one with the power? Huh? I am! Now suck it, diaper boy!" He began

rythmically pushing forward and back, easing his dick further in and

pulling back when Ken began to gag.

Desperate now, Ken tried to push the insanely large penis out of his

mouth by leveraging his tongue and pushing, but all that seemed to

accomplish was to further excite Randy, who now moaned with the

sound of someone who was about to come. Ken had no options. All he

could do was lie there while the bigger boy slid his dick in and out

of his mouth faster and faster. Ken’s eyes rolled up as he tried to

escape mentally; Just shut down!, he thought to himself.

Randy saw him and thought he was losing conciousness. He began

slapping Kenny’s face in anger, even as he fucked the boy’s wet

mouth harder. "Oh no you don’t! You’re gonna stay awake so you can

taste my...AARGHH!" His head spinning, Randy shot his load into his

former tormentor’s mouth triumphantly.

Randy leaned against the wll exhaustedly. He was slightly dizzy and

a little tired. He struggled to stay alert, he had to finish this

right. Panting, he told the gagging boy below him, "Swallow it! I’m

not pulling out until you swallow it!" He shoved his dick further

inside, now that it was softening.

Ken was totally freaked out by what had happened. ’Randy just made

me suck his dick! Oh God! But I won’t swallow! I won’t! He can’t

make me do that.’ Ken held out for as long as he could, trying to

spit the nasty tasting sperm out of his mouth, but even soft,

Randy’s dick was too big to get his mouth to open enough to spit.

His reflexes kicked in and he swallowed in despair. ’NOooo! Not

that!’ Finally he had had too much.

Once again, Ken Haskins fainted.

Chapter 38 - "A Turn For The Worse."

Lisa called upstairs, telling the boys that dinner was ready.

Randy looked at the sobbing boy again now that he had recovered

somewhat. "You had better put your teeth back in if you want to eat

spaghetti for dinner." He paused. "Or perhaps I can talk Lisa in to

feeding you baby food?" He grinned as Kenny (He was no longer Ken.

He was way too childish. Even Lisa called him that. Soon everyone

would.) The boy scrambled to put in his teeth.

Ken had had enough humilation to last a lifetime. Several lifetimes!

As soon as Randy suggested being fed baby food, Ken quickly dived

for his new false teeth, giving Randy a look of purest hatred. Randy

had turned him into some kind of helpless, diaper-wearing freak! And

there was nothing he could do about it! If he tried, Randy would

only make things worse. He didn’t know how they could be any worse,

but he was sure Randy would find a way.

He had some trouble putting in his teeth. He almost choked a couple

of times trying to get them in place. He started to put them in

upside down, but quickly realized his mistake. He kept his eyes

averted from the fourteen year-old, who now towered above him, as he

stood up. He wondered how he could make this all go away. Surely

there had to be a way to do it. He wanted to be normal again!

And then he would find a way to get Randy back. Make him suffer more

than he, Ken, already was suffering. As he walked past Randy, eyes

still glued to the floor, Ken felt a light pat on his diapered

bottom. He squealed in fright and jumped forward, covering his butt.

He thought Randy was going to spank him as Lisa had done. The

plastic and padding beneath his hands felt disturbing. It was an

unecessary reminder of his babyish state.

Ken led the way down the stairs. He hoped his mom would come home

early, so he could go back to Pull-Ups. Even the Barney Pull-Ups, he

thought would be better than this. ’At least Barney helps me to be

potty-trained.’ He was startled by the thought. Where had that come

from? ’I’m sixteen! I AM toilet-trained! I’m just having a couple of

daytime accidents because of Randy. That’s all. I just have to fight

it harder!’

Ken sat down at the table, glad that the crinkling of the diaper had

finally stopped. As long as he kept still.

Lisa looked up as Randy sat down. She glowed with pride. After all,

Randy had had sex with her. ’That must mean that he likes me. Randy

doesn’t care that I am all fat and gross and everything. He sees

what a wonderful person I am inside!’ Lisa served him first. She

offered him some salad and bread as well.

When he started eating, she turned to Kenny, who sat motionless,

looking morosely down at his plate. "Here you go, Kenny! Some yummy

’Sgetti’! Mm Mmm! You’re gonna love it!" She also poured milk into

his plastic cup, making sure it was less than half full, in case he

spilled. Little kids were always doing that.

Ken sighed, realizing things probably weren’t going to get any

better for a while. And he was hungry. He grabbed a forkful of pasta

and twirled it around, then shoved it in his mouth. As he chewed

carefully, his teeth seemed to move about, making it difficult to

bite down. Suddenly his lower teeth shifted towards the back of his

throat, causing him to gag. He quickly spit up the spaghetti, and

along with it came his lower teeth, chipping his plate.

Lisa was staring dreamily at Randy when she heard the noise and

looked up in alarm. "Oh my! I am sorry, Kenny! I forgot about your

false teeth! Here, let me fix that for you." She grabbed his teeth

and handed them to the boy so he could replace them himself, hoping

he knew how to do it right.

Lisa picked up his plate and returned to the kitchen sink and

replaced it with a plastic one usually reserved for parties. She

returned to the table and cut his spaghetti for him, making sure it

was small enough to fit in his mouth and prevent him from choking.

Smiling, she handed the plate back to the red-faced boy. "Here you

go. This will make it easier for you to chew. I should have done

that in the first place." She sat down again, and after making sure

he was eating OK,she turned back to Randy, who was now smiling at

her in satisfaction, causing her to go a little red in the cheeks.

Ken was stunned by her reaction. It seemed as though she already

knew about his false teeth! Was she in on it too? He glowered at his

plate, no longer wanting to eat in front of the two larger teens.

But he knew that starving himself wasn’t going to help, so slowly he

dug in, being careful about the size of the bites he took. He would

just have to get used to it until he could find a way to reverse

what Randy had done to him.

After dinner, Lisa dragged him to the living room and insisted he

watch ’his favorite’ video again. Ken acquiesced, knowing he didn’t

have a choice. Lisa went to the VCR and pressed play.

Randy was full, but felt another blowjob would relax his stomach and

he was sure Lisa would be more than willing. He turned to suggest it

to her, but glancing out the window, he saw his mother drive up to

his house. He watched as she got out of the car angrily and slammed

the door.

"Uh oh. Looks like I have to go home. My mom looks mad about

something. I’ll see you at school tomorrow." You fat whore!, he

added to himself. Looking over at Ken he said, "Make sure you check

the baby’s diaper later."

Lisa was disappointed. She wanted Randy to stay with her forever.

Realisitcally, she knew that wasn’t possible though. She nodded

sadly, not wanting him to leave.

As Randy opened the door to leave, Ken called out dully, still

listening to ’The Potty Song’. "I’m thirsty."

Randy walked in and heard his mom speaking on the phone. He couldn’t

hear what she was saying, but she sounded angry. Cautiously he

picked up the reciever in the kitchen and covered the mouthpiece.

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Michelle threw her keys on the kitchen counter and raced to her

room. Opening her closet, she pulled out her catalog and quickly

began to rifle through it’s pages. It took her a while to find it,

the book always seemed to have more pages than was physically

possible in such a thin binding. There it was:

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

Price: $28.75*

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

see how they like it.

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

But, this time Michelle wouldn’t stop there. She wanted to know who

this person was, who kept tormenting her son so unmercifully. She

wanted a public humiliation that she would be able to know about.

Apparently diapers were not enough for this boy. ’Lets see how he

likes it when EVERYONE knows who the real diaper kid is now!’ , she

thought grimly.

She bookmarked her page and kept searching. After another few

minutes of fruitless search, she recalled the earlier suggestions of

the operator. Well, why not?, she thought and picked up the phone in

her bedroom and dialed.

"Good evening, Mrs. Lormann, and thank you for calling V.I. What can

we do for you today?" It was a different woman than the one she had

spoken to before.

"Good evening." Michelle replied automatically. She paused unsure

where to start.

Susan could see that Michelle needed a little prompting. "Still

having problems with that same person? Did you want to add something

to his punishments?" She pushed herself back into her chair happily,

knowing that Jeremy’s work with the second tape had done it’s job.

Amazed again at how much they seemed to know, Michelle began, "Er,

actually, yes. That awful recording. I would like to order #361463-A

again. I want this person to be the one on the tape instead of my

son, if possible. With the doubler this time. I want everyone to

believe it is this other boy on the tape and not my son. And I want

everyone at the school to see him in a diaper!" She added savagely.

She was unsure what item to order for that but she remembered that

the other operator had suggested something like it the first time

she had called after the person had left the diapers and fake note.

"Excellent! I like the way you are handling this. But, if I may make

a suggestion?" Susan asked.

Glad for the help, Michelle replied, "Yes?"

This was the direction Susan had hoped for when she and Jeremy had

decided to play the full tape. She kept her voice calm and

professional, knowing that Michelle was a little timid about cursing

someone. The woman just didn’t have the right mind set, Susan

thought. "Well, you will need a modifier of course, so that everyone

will remember that your vict- er punishee is the one on the

recording and not your son. But for maximum effect, I suggest that

you use a very specific modifier. Otherwise you, the intended target

and your son will not remember the truth. Then how will you know he

was punished? I mean, if he thinks it was him on the tape all along,

then he won’t be as ashamed of the turnabout as he would be if he

knows that it wasn’t him originally. Likewise how will you and your

son have the satisfaction of knowing you got even, if you believed

that it was this other person who was on the tape yourselves? Do you

see what I mean?"

Startled, Michelle replied, "Oh. I hadn’t thought about that. I- I

suppose you’re right. I mean yes, lets go with that."

Susan heard a faint click that indicated someone else was on the

line. Smiling to herself, she knew that Randy was listening in on

the call. With a wave of her hand she made sure that Michelle was

unaware of this and that Randy’s mouthpiece would stay silent during

this call.

’Now for some REAL fun!’, she thought. Susan paused and considered

her words. "To sum up then, you want everyone at the high school to

know he is the diaper kid, and you want him diapered at school now,

as well as at night. Have you reconsidered what we talked about

earlier? About turning him into a complete baby?"

[Randy’s eyes widened as he listened. His mom was talking to Susan

at Vengeance, Inc.! So it was her catalog he had found in her

closet. Apparently she was trying to curse someone and she had found

out about the tape that had played at school. Randy turned a little

red with shame, knowing his mom had found out about that. Damn that

Ken!]

Michelle stilll thought that was too much punishment and humiliation

to put on anyone. She still remembered what had happened to her

husband, Tom. "No, I haven’t changed my mind about that. Just do

what I paid for." She said, a little frightened that she might be

tempted to go that far again.

Susan picked up on the woman’s thoughts about her husband. She

decided she could use that as well. If Randy knew what his mother

had done to his father as well as what Susan was leading him to

believe... Remembering how much the woman had complained last time

gave her an idea.

"Very well then, Mrs. Lormann. The total is $72.83. It will be

deducted from your account. Now, we just need to ask a couple of

questions for our customer satisfaction report. It will only take a

minute. We already know how you feel about how we took care of your

husband. What we would like to know is how satisfied you are with

our service now? Satisfied? Very satisfied?" Susan laughed to

herself as she spoke. A satisfaction survey! What a joke. Yet it had

enough ring of truth in it to keep Michelle talking, and give Susan

the lead in which way the conversation flowed.

[Randy gasped. (Fortunately nobody seemed to notice.) His mom had

cursed his dad?! What had she done to him? Was that why he never

came around? His mom had never told him. She just said he left them

and ran away with another woman. Randy felt a surge of anger build

inside of him.]

Michelle wished they had had such a survey when she had cursed Tom.

But, better late than never, she thought. "Satisfied, I guess."

"Good. Good. So you feel that once everyone knows who ’The Diaper

Kid’ is, then you won’t have any more problems at home? You feel we

have done enough to keep him in his place? Or would you consider

additional curses if it turns out not to be enough?" Susan kept

digging a hole for Michelle.

[His jaw dropping wide, Randy continued to listen in disbelief. His

mom wanted everyone to know!? Surely he misunderstood what they were

saying!]

Michelle doubted she would need to do any more. But this boy seemed

awfully determined to hurt her family. "I suppose, if it were

necessary."

Susan gloated in satisfaction, knowing Randy was taking in every

word. But without the earlier context, he would surely misconstrue

what his mother meant. Susan would have to cover her tracks with

Randy later. It was time to push the woman into the hole. It was

time to tie the conversation irrefutably to Michelle’s son. "Now

about Randy. Is everything OK? He’s still in GoodNites every night?"

She phrased her words carefully.

[Randy couldn’t believe it! It was him she was cursing! His own

MOTHER! Why would she do this to him?!]

Michelle was surprised at the solicitous response. "Yes he is..."

Susan cut her off. "Fine. Fine. I will make sure these additional

curses go into effect tomorrow, just like you asked. If you want to

change your mind or add anything, give us a call before the start of

the school day tomorrow." She added.

Of course, there was no going back on a curse once it was paid for.

It was not only against company policy(Unless it were more

embarrassing to remove it partly.), but the thought of actually

removing a curse from someone just went against the grain. What was

the point of being a witch if you couldn’t do to others whatever you

pleased? "Thank you for calling us again. Have a nice day!" Susan

hung up, smiling wickedly.

The line had gone dead. Sighing with relief, Michelle hung up. She

put away the catalog, covering it with some old clothes and locking

the closet door. It was over.

Randy stood still in shock, holding the phone to his ear. He

couldn’t believe it. His mom knew about Vengeance, Inc.! Not only

that, but apparently she had used them to curse Randy AND his dad!

His mom had told him his dad had run away, leaving them alone. And

it sounded like she had cursed Randy so that he would be in

GoodNites forever! And now she would let the whole school know that

Randy was ’The Diaper Kid’ on the tape, and then make him wear

diapers! Even though she had promised him she would never make him

do that.

He was breathing hard. His own mom! Randy heard the click of his

mother’s door opening and the sound of her footsteps on the stairs.

He quickly set the reciever back in it’s cradle and went into the

living room, sitting down on the couch and snatching up his math

book hurriedly.

TBC...

 

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