Buying Diapers

Chapter 11
Buying Diapers 46 -46

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Chapter Description: Finally a new chapter after months! 45 is also a revison, but 46 is completely new!

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Buying Diapers

Chapter 45 - All In A Day’s Work.

"Oh, no. No! Please, no! It’s not true. It’s a bad dream. This can’t

be happening to me! THEY ALL KNOW!! Oh my God! Please make it not true!"

*PAUSE*

"Wahh! Wahh! No! Please M.. Momm Nooo!"

"Oh my God! Kenny Haskins, did you just wet your pants?!" *Pause*

"Where are your Pull-Ups? And what are those diapers doing in your closet?!

They don’t belong there."

"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 more crying*

"Give me those diapers. And that, too. Now, take off those wet pants."

"Please mom, no! I SWEAR it will never happen again. Please!? I’m too old

to wear diapers!"

"Of course you aren’t. Kenny 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 going to put you back in diapers."

*PAUSE*

"Kenny, listen to me. I WILL make you wear a diaper. Unless you behave,

I WILL tell the neighbors about your bed- and pants-wetting!"

"But you wrote that letter and left the dia.."

"Yes, I DID write that letter, and I did I buy those diapers. Everyone will

found out about your secret and think you are a joke! If I ever find out

you removed them, I will punish you severely! Now wash up and get a diaper

on. I don’t wish to discuss this anymore. You WILL be wearing diapers to

bed! I will fix your dinner and go to the store and buy you some more Pull-

Ups IF you start making it to the potty again!."

Lisa had looked up from her paper where she had been making notes on the

American Revolution when the daily announcements began. But it was not the

regular daily announcements. It was ’The Diaper Kid’ tape again.

Even as she listened, she wondered how someone had managed to sneak it back

into the office’s tape player a second time. Then with a start she

recognized the voice! She had assumed it was Randy, but then she realized

that that was ridiculous. Randy was a huge stud and the love of her life!

How could he be the ’Diaper Kid’? No, she recognized the voice for sure,

and she wasn’t surprised at all to find out it was Kenny! She wondered how

she could have missed it. After all, hadn’t she babysat the boy just last

night? She had changed his wet and poopy diapers and even fed him dinner

while he wore a onesie.

Plus, it was Dennis and she who had put the diapers in his closet in the

first place, then Dennis had used the the threat of the full unedited recording to get the diapers back. How could she have forgotten?

Yet, the tape seemed somehow different, too. It was a little longer,she

thought, and she had been sure that the woman on the tape (It was definitely

Mrs. Haskins; Lisa recognized her voice) had said she wouldn’t diaper her

son. Weird.

The rest of the class was laughing again, though not as loud as the first

time. They had already heard it once before. Now Lisa could hear his name

being whispered by the students who were gathered together in tight knots

even as the teacher called for order.

Lisa wondered what the heck was going on. Had Dennis played the tape again

for some reason? Kenny had given them the Pampers back, hadn’t he?

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Ken sat numbly on the exam bed, trying hard not to think of everything that

happened today. But his mind would revisit that horrible moment in the gym

again and again. Even when he managed to stop the image for a moment, all the

other embarrassing things that had happened to him would simply replace them: The first night he wet the bed, His mom putting him in GoodNites (Oh, ho2w he

wished he could go back to wearing GoodNites!), his mom buying Barney Pull-Ups

for him in the mall and then his aunt putting him in his cousin’s diapers for

bed. It went on and on. Ken felt woozy.

When the lunch announcements began on the office speaker, he barely paid

attention to it. Then his mind grabbed onto the familiar words and he looked

at the speakers fearfully.

"Oh shit!" Ken exclaimed softly. The tape! Dennis or Lisa must have gotten

the tape and played it again. Ken moaned in despair. Randy would think that

Ken had done it out of revenge! Who knew what Randy would do to him now?

Even as he worried about it, a nagging voice in his head told him something else

was wrong. He listened with growing horror as he heard HIS voice protesting that

he, Ken, was too old for diapers! Then he heard his mom’s voice! And it got

worse. The tape was different in other ways.

Now, he could hear his mom telling him (on the tape) that she had written the

note and would make him wear diapers.

Ken Haskins began to quake. It was ALL WRONG!! It didn’t happen that way at

all! Ken had taped Randy and Randy’s mom talking about Randy’s bedwetting! And

even then, Mrs. Lormann had denied writing the note and getting Randy the diapers.

What little that remained in Ken’s bowels released itself, soiling the newly

changed diaper. Fat tears leaked from the corners of Ken’s eyes as he felt the

mess squish around his ass cheeks and then another small spurt of urine hit the

front of his diaper. It happened without him knowing it was even coming.

When the nurse returned with his mom twenty minutes later, Ken couldn’t speak.

He sat there with the tears still dripping off his chin, his eyes tightly closed

and his chest heaving softly.

Linda was surprised that no one had put pants back on her son. They had just

left him in his diaper(it was already damp, she saw), and his pants were nowhere

to be seen.

She rounded on the nurse, ignoring her sobbing child for a moment. "Where are

his pants?" She demanded.

Laquisha responded calmly; one mother to another. She knew that upset parents

often need a soothing voice of reason when they came to her after their child had

an injury or other problem that required a nurse’s care. "He was in gym class.

I spoke to the coach. He says Kenny insisted on dressing for gym, even though I

had written a note that excused the boy. His gym shorts got dirty when the boy soiled himself and I had to throw them away. I tried to get his pants from his

gym locker, but one of the boy’s must have forced the lock. It was empty." She

lied smoothly.

Actually she had had the gym teacher force the lock and remove the boy’s gym

clothes. Neither of them wanted to deal with a diaper-wearing teen. They had

agreed that if the staff saw Kenny for what he was, a big baby, they might

transfer him out of their hair and into a more appropriate school.

Linda was incredulous. "Surely, you don’t expect me to walk out of here with

him dressed in a diaper and a t-shirt!"

The nurse sighed patiently. ’If the shoe fits..’ She thought to herself

wearliy. What did the woman think? This was a high school, not a Nursery! Not

a place little boys still in adiapers should be at all!"Of course not ma’am. I

went to the Home Economics class to see if the girls had any extra clothing they

were working on."

When the nurse didn’t continue, Linda prompted her in frustration. "Well? Did

they have anything for him?" The thought of walking out of the building with her

teen-aged son wearing a diaper mortified her; more for her sake than for his,

though she would never admit it.

Laquisha held up the paper bag she had been holding at her side. "Sort of, Mrs. Haskins. You see, the girls have been making oufits for some of the Junior High

students." She paused knowing what the woman would say when she told her. "For

the Monroe Jr. High School Babylonians. For their cheerleaders."

"Cheerleaders!?"

"Yes ma’am. You see the junior high doesn’t have a budget for their cheerleaders

and the high school traditionally makes the outfits for school credit. It

helps both schools you see." LaQuisha pulled out the pale pink, skimpy uniform

and held it up for Linda’s inspection.

Ken had been vaguely aware of their conversation, but the way they kept referring

to him as if he weren’t there and kept ignoring his babyish looks as if it were

perfectly normal for a kid his age to be dressed in such a manner, had left him speechless. But when the nurse held up the one-piece outfit he screamed in

protest. "Noooo! I won’t wear that! I won’t!" He screamed again as he jumped up

and tore the uniform out of the surprised nurse’s hands.

The two women turned to him as if seeing him for the first time. Both women looked

on in shock as the boy threw the garment to the floor and began stamping on it

furiously. Dressed (or more appropriately: UNdressed)as he was, he looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Laquisha Washington looked in askance at the boy’s mother. She wondered when the

woman would give him what he deserved. A good spanking. Laquisha knew that none

of the women in her family would have hesitated for an instant to punish a little

boy who acted ou like that.

Linda saw the look on the older black woman’s face and knew exactly what she was thinking. Surely this kind of behavior should not be tolerated. Linda’s eyes

began to smolder. She nodded to the nurse and grabbed her son, quickly pinning

his arms. She thanked the nurse as the woman slid a chair towards Linda for her convenience. She hadn’t wanted to do this to him in front of others, but his

behavior was inexcusable. Linda sat down, pulling Kenny over her lap. Then she

brought her hand down hard.

Laquisha looked on approvingly. If it was necessary, she would add her own swats

to his white little behind. She almost wished Linda would ask. Laquisha knew

better than to spank a child on his diaper. The child hardly felt the punishment.

How was the boy going to learn anything that way?

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Randy was stunned. When the tape began, he ducked his head, burning with shame. A second later, he knew something was wrong. The tape was different this time. It

wasn’t HIS voice on the tape at all! It was Ken Haskins’ voice. As he looked up, surprised, he saw a lot of knowing smirks on the faces of his surrounding class-

mates. When Ken’s mother came on the tape (calling him by name, no less), Randy frowned. He remembered distinctly that horrible day like it had happened only

five minutes ago. And not only wasn’t the tape about him, it was different than

before.

The realization hit him like a shockwave. A Tsunami! He knew the truth now. His

mom had been cursing KEN, not him. And Randy had cursed his mom, thinking she was trying to do him in. WHy had he thought that? His mom loved him, didn’t she?

’Oh no! What have I done?’ He covered his face with his hands, knowing it was too

late. His mother would have to do whatever he ordered or even mentally commanded

her to do for the rest of her life!

It was all some huge mistake. Still, she had admitted to cursing his dad, hadn’t

she? And Randy had had to grow up with only one parent because of that. He still

felt very guilty about what he had done, but he was justified in cursing her for

that, wasn’t he?

Randy sat there woodenly, even after the bell rang, until his teacher came to his

seat and told him to go to lunch. Randy looked up and nodded. He got out of his

seat slowly and headed for the cafeteria. Walking seemed to bring some energy

back to his mind. He realized he didn’t have to DO anything to his mom. If he

didn’t make her do anything, then it would be the same thing as if he hadn’t cursed

her at all, right?

In the back of his mind, however, a small voice kept nagging him; ’But what about

your dad?’ Randy wasn’t sure what to do.

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In the cafeteria, it was like the day before a school holiday. Kids were laughing

and talking about the second playing with even more enthusiasm then the first time. Within a few minutes almost everyone seemed to know that Kenny Haskins was ’the

Diaper Kid’. Then a bunch of boys came in from the gym class and, like wildfire,

the new story swept the school:

Not only was Kenny the kid on the tape, but he was wearing diapers even now! The laughter was cruel and loud wherever the story went. Kenny had crapped his diaper

in gym class and the whole class had seen him do it! It was a story that would go

down in the history of the school as one of the funniest moments ever. Kids would

one day tell their own children about the kid who wore diapers to high school and crapped himself in front of the whole school.

Susan Smith watched with glee. She had just appeared behind the serving glass after leaving the school’s Home Economics classroom. She probably had overdone it a bit,

but that was OK. Things worth doing were worth doing to excess. Susan had always

known that, even though her currently infantile mother had never seem to grasp such

an elementary idea herself.

Susan peeked in on Ken and his mom, enjoying the spectacle of the boy’s spanking thoroughly. The Dress stitching had been the kind of touch only a perfectionist

such as herself could appreciate. She checked the nurse’s mind and saw that the

woman hadn’t shown the boy and his mother the other surprise yet. But she would

in a moment, Susan mused. A fine job indeed. Looking around the crowded eating facility, she wondered how the girl was doing. She glanced at the wall clock,

noting that the twenty four hours were almost up. A very interesting day, indeed.

But now it was time to go. She had other fish to fry.

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Linda finished spanking her son’s diapered bottom, massaging her palm. ’The problem

with spanking his diaper is that it hurts me more than him!’ She thought. Originally she had intended to pull down his diaper after a few warm-up swats, but she had

noticed the tell-tale sign of a dirty diaper. She didn’t want to put her hand in THAT mess! She let Kenny up and tore off his shirt against his feeble protests. The nurse pulled the cheerleader’s uniform over the boy’s head and imperiously yanked his arms through their proper holes and pulled the dress down as far as it would go. It fit

like it was custom made. The cheerleader who was supposed to get this must have been small indeed.

Still sobbing, Ken looked down at the skimpy outfit in dismay. Not only was it decidedly girlish, but it barely covered the diaper at all! The bulge made the skirt flare out more than usual, leaving a good two inches below the hem showing off his disposable diaper to anyone who cared to look. And on the front was the lettering, "BABY", off-center. He began crying anew. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t

stop the tears, nor the sobs wracking his diminished frame.

"Why does it say ’Baby’ on the front?", Linda asked in consternation.

"The school’s team is the Babylonians. They probably hadn’t finished the stitching. The teacher took it right off the machine."

Linda coughed. "Well, it’s better than nothing." ’How could Kenny get himself into

a situation like this?’ Linda wondered. Now she would have to take him home like

this. She was so angry that he put her into such an embarrassing position.

The nurse looked at the boy, satisfied that she had done her best to make sure the mother and child would not want to return to her school and make Laquisha’s job more

difficult than it already was. Though now he looked more babyish than ever. She

didn’t become a high school nurse to change diapers! At his renewed cries, she

reached back into the bag and pulled out the other thing she had gotten from the

home Economics class.

Linda was unhappy with the way her son looked, but at least it was a little harder

to see the diaper, she hoped. When she saw what the nurse held in his hands, Linda didn’t understand what it was at first. Even with her son in diapers and watching Barney videos, she wasn’t prepared to see one of those and it took a moment to

realize what it was. "Where did you get that?" She asked, puzzled.

Laquisha explained: "Well, when I got to the Home Ec. class, the pretty, young substitute teacher asked what I needed the clothes for. Then the teacher grabbed

this from the parent-simulation cupboard and suggested you might want it as well."

Linda nodded her head, sighing loudly. It probably was a good idea, especially the

way things were going. "Thank you, that was very thoughtful of her. You have a very caring staff." She told the other woman, holding out her hand.

"Perhaps we should fill it up before you go?" Laquisha suggested. "In case you need

it while you are out."

Linda looked around and spied Kenny’s diapers and wipes on the shelf. "I think you

are right." She grabbed the supplies and stuffed them into the large, vinyl diaper

bag in her hands. After filling it with half a dozen diapers and the wipes and

powder, she examined the diaper bag more closely. The outside had faint pastel

pictures of teddy bears and bottles and other babyish icons. Printed in large bubble-lettering were the words, ’DIAPER BAG’.

’As if there were anything else it could be’, thought Linda, looking at the baby

bag resignedly. There was a changing pad inside and a plastic zip up envelope for soiled diapers to be stored separately. On the outside were several pockets for

wipes, baby toys and even two that were obviously made to hold bottles. Linda

shuddered at the last. At least Kenny didn’t need THAT. It was a small consolation

to her, though. Having her son regress back into diapers was bad enough. Dressed

in the powder pink cheerleaders outfit, he looked more like a baby girl than the

young man she had thought he was until quite recently.

Laquisha was back at her desk, writing a letter. "I am giving Kenny the rest of

the week off of school. The boy is too distraught to return to school right now

and we are not really equipped to handle his ’special problems’. I am giving you

an introduction to the Smiling Faces Center for Handicapped Children. I think it

might be best if you see how he fits in there. At least for the rest of the week.

Many of our students saw your son in his dirty diapers today and soon the rest of

the school will know. Perhaps if we give this a week or two to die down... And

who knows? Maybe you can at least get him back into training pants by then?" The

nurse suggested.

Linda was startled. But the idea had merit. She couldn’t stay at home with Kenny

all day, nor could he safely be left alone at his age. And a school where other

kids might share his problems and not make fun of him seemed like a good suggestion.

She took the letter gratefully and grabbed her sobbing son’s hand. "Come on Kenny, let’s get you home and get you changed again. I smell another poopy." She

remembered that, when Kenny was a baby, she had had to wait twenty minutes or more after he had soiled himself, to make sure he was finished. Clearly, this was the

case again. She would have to make sure he was finished soiling himself completely before she changed him in the future.

Here it is! And about time. I started writing this chapter but it kept going and

going... So I had to spend ages filling in the whole outline as the muse kept

flowing. Finally I think I figured out my editting problem and shoud be able to

put these out faster. More soon, I hope.

Buying Diapers - 46 = "Soiled From Head to Toe. I’m a Loser Baby, So Why

Don’t You Kill Me?" - Beck(?)

Lisa sat in her honors Science class, doodling on her note pad: ’Mrs. Lormann.

Mrs. Randy Lormann. Randy loves Lisa.’, and ’ Lisa loves the super

hunk Randy!’ Hearts and ’X’es and ’O’s were liberally strewn around a stick-figure

drawing of a fat bride and a small, blond groom.

"Miss Dupree! Are you paying attention?" Lisa looked up startled. Everyone in

the class was staring at her and some of the girls were whispering and giggling

behind their hands. What had she missed? She wondered.

"Umm.. I’m Sorry Mrs. Perkins, I guess I sort of drifted off for a second." She

offered lamely.

"Well. perhaps you could answer the question now? If you are ready that is." Mrs.

Perkins glowered. "How many calories does the average adult require each day?"

Lisa blushed, realizing her teacher was making a pointed remark about her weight.

Everyone else got it too; many of the students burst out laughing.

Sandy Wharton, one of Lisa’s former friends, raised her hand and grinned as she

asked, "Don’t you think you should ask her a qustion she’s qualified to answer?"

Which caused howls of laughter among the rest of the students and even Mrs.

Perkins joined in.

Lisa felt tears drip down her cheeks as she attempted to look her tormentors in

the eye. But, Mrs. Perkins seemed to feel the girl had had enough and went on to

another student, asking him about recessive genes and predicting the outcome.

Glumly looking down at her note book, Lisa cried inside as she wondered again how

she could continue to gain so much weight in such a short time and NOTHING she tried

helped in the least.

Lisa paused in her reflections as the doodled page came back into focus. She stared

at the paper blankly for a moment frowning. Lisa and RANDY?!? What had she been

thinking? Then her feelings of Randy(Not to mention her degrading actions) over the

past twenty four hours came pouring back to her! ’Oh my God! What was I thinking?

Randy Lormann?! The fourteen year old bedwetter?!’ Even though she felt bad for

humiiating the boy, there was no way she would ever go out with a fourteen year old

boy! Especially one who still wet his bed! Not even as fat and gross as she was now,

would she ever do anything like that!

Yet, she had. She had slobbered over him like a love-sick puppy and even let the boy have ’his

way’ with her like a common prostitute! She swooned at that last part. ’I must have been out

of my mind! Maybe it was out of pity or simply hunger(She had hardly eaten anything for two

days now, as if that had helped. She was fatter than ever!) That must have been it, she

decided. Hunger and pity. No other circumstances could cause her to act so sluttishly.

But, what was she to do? What if Randy told everyone that she was ’easy’ now that

she was so fat. This was all way too much for her. And what the heck happened to Kenny?

He used to be a big, scary bully, hadn’t he? She was sure she had felt that way in the

past. But just yesterday she had actually babysat the boy and even changed his dirty

diapers! Gross!!

Lisa was so overloaded with confusion, she didn’t even recall how she had actually

SNIFFED his dirty diaper so lovingly after wiping the teen-aged boy’s ass. It was just

too much to process. Her bewilderment kept her quiet the end of class. She left in a hurry,

not even writing down the current homework assingnment in her haste to leave.

One thing for sure, she would have to tell Randy it was over. She couldn’t be seen

hanging around a kid that young. It would be the end of any chance she had to regain

her popularity, if anyone found out she actually lost her virginity to a fourteen year

old bed wetter! And he really wasn’t as nice as she had thought he was. He was downright

cruel to Kenny!

Lisa knew she had to see Dennis right away and patch up their relationship!

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Dennis edged nervously away from the approaching Randy, hoping the strangely powerful boy

hadn’t seen him, he quickly ducked into the boys’ bathroom. It was empty, so Randy headed

for the last stall.

"Stop right there, Pampers boy!", Commanded Randy in a loud voice.

Dennis cringed at the name and whirled around fearfully, grateful that everyone else had

already gone back to class. "P-Please Randy," He was begging tearfully. "Don’t make me..."

"Don’t tell me what to do! I tell you what to do, got it?" Randy was feeling fantastic! He

felt so high on his newfound power, he was even a little light-headed. It was obvious who

was in control now, and his name was Randy.

"Now you are a lucky little faggot, aren’t you? No one else in the bathroom right now to

see you take off your clothes and show me your Pampered butt! But, maybe I’m being too nice.

Maybe I SHOULD make you wear nothing but your diapers for the rest of the day."

Dennis said nothing. He merely avoided Randy’s stare and waited, hoping for some kind of

reprieve.

"Do it now! Or would you like me to make you run around school in DIRTY diapers, instead?" He

leered a the sophmore. Dennis shook with fear, but still didn’t move, so Randy pulled out the

wand he had used on Ken less than an hour before. It’s magic was gone now, but Dennis didn’t

know that. "I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way." He said, raising his wand slowly.

Dennis squealed and began peeling off his sweater as fast as he could. But it was too late to

avoid another shameful experience. The sight of the wand had caused Dennis’ bladder to cut

loose, wetting the adult diaper he was wearing under his pants. Even that didn’t cause him to

slacken his pace though, as he hastily flung his clothes to the floor, pleading. "OK, OK! I’m

doing it! Please don’t cast another spell on me!" He had already heard what had happened to

Kenny in the parking lot and then in the gym.

Grinning, Randy watched Dennis pull off his shoes and socks and reluctantly pull down his

jeans. "Better hurry up, before someone comes in and sees you like this!" Randy quipped. He

really was feeling fine! He finally had power over those who had wronged him. And he wasn’t

going to stop untill he was even! NO, better than even! When he saw that Randy had actually

WET the diaper, he barked out a cruel laugh, then, "Awww! Did the Pampers boy get scared and

peepee in his diapers?" In a syrupy-swwet voice, dripping with as much sarcasm as possible.

Dennis covered the front of his wet ’Pamper’ with his hands and gritted his teeth and bent his

head. The humilation became so bad, it was almost physically painful. He stared at the floor

as unbidden tears flowed down and dripped off his nose. If it were possible, Dennis would have

commmited suicide right then and there.

But he knew he couldn’t do that ever. If he did, he would never be able to suck off another

guy again He would never wear another sexy, silky, smooth, wonderfully warm diaper again!

(Yes, even now, Randy knew that he WOULD wear diapers again. And again. He HAD to wear

diapers again. He absolutlesy must feel a cock once again inside his ass soon too, and he knew

it.) So, he had to stand there like a complet freak, while some bedwetter with a magic wand

made him into the dorkiest kid in history.

"I asked you a question, Dennis." Randy’s voice was menacing now, his wand held higher.

"Y-Yes. I wet my diapers." Dennis Muttered. Then repeated in a much louder voice as the

wand was twirled and pointed directly at his tiny dick. "Y-Yes! I wet my diapers!"

Randy lowered his wand and put it away. "Good answer. For that, you can keep your toilet

training. For now."

At that remark, Dennis whimpered.

"Get into the stall closest to the door."

Dennis reached for his clothes as he hastened to obey.

"Pick them up and you’ll be taking the whole wrestling team up your ass, one at a time for

the next 6 hours!" Randy wan’t just getting into this now. He really wanted to do it! If

only he had the power, he would.

Dennis peed again in fright, making him feel lower than he was even a few seconds before. But

he didn’t hesitate and dropped his clothes back to the floor. ’What next?’ He wondered.

"Now, lock it behind you. Then face your Pampered ass towards me and flush the toilet. And

flush away all your pride and dignity. Flush away your last chance to have sex with a girl.

Or ever see a Pampers commercial without masturbating in one immediately." Came the terse

command.

Dennis pulled the toilet handle hard. His chest heaved as he sobbed and watched his life

flushing away. Then from the other side of the bathroom door came nothing. Silence. Dennis

waited at least thirty seconds before calling out timidly, "Randy? Randy, can I come out and

get my clothes now? Come on Randy, I swear I will do anything! Just please let me go!"

No response. Dennis turned around and looked between the small crack beteen the door and the

wall. Randy had gone. And so had his clothes!! Randy woozily sat down on the toilet. Oh

Shit! What am I Gonna do?"

Randy threw Dennis’ clothes in his locker and grabbed his math book. It always was his

favorite subject. All through class he couldn’t quite wipe the huge smile off his face.

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*Knock Knock* Linda waited patiently for her neighbor to answer the door. Her eyes moved back

to her car whre Kenny was hiding in the back seat. ’I hope Michelle can help me out. The

presentation is in less than six hours!’

Linda turned back when the door suddenly opened. "Oh. Hi, Michelle. I was wondering if you

could do me a favor..."

"NO! No no no No! I don’t want to, mom! Please, let me stay home by myself! I don’t need a

babysitter, I’m in high school mom!" Ken tried to scrunch himself up on the floorboards of the

car, knowing his mom was easliy capable of picking him up by force now.

In spite of herself, Linda barked a laugh at that. It was clear the school staff no longer

wanted the boy there. She also doubted whether Kenny would ever want to go back to that school

himself. But most of all, Linda felt that high school was extremely innappropriate for her

little son. He was just too immature. And, as the nurse had said; high schools really weren’t

equipped for diaper changes.

There was no way Ken intended to leave that car until he had some decent clothes on. And when

he did get out, it would be to go home to the safety of his room. Just because he needed these

diapers or whatever now, doesn’t mean everyone had to know, did it?

Deciding not to wait any longer, Linda reached in and grabbed her son bodily and pulled him out

of the car. "Go ahead and yell and scream." She said nonchalantly. "I don’t care if all the

neighbors see you in a pink baby dress and a dirty diaper if you don’t!"

Ken immediately quieted down.

Linda carried him quickly into the Lormann’s home and deposited the sobbing boy on the floor,

rather than risking him soiling her neighbor’s furniture. She re-arranged the skirt so his

diaper was mostly concealed. She was still disturbed by his diapers, even though she knew he

needed them. But he wasn’t a baby. Ken was just a small, under developed and immature boy

with a toilet training problem.

And Linda was the one who had to deal with it.

As she looked Kenny over again, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing: A boy who at first

glance appeared to be no older than eight or nine. But his face and body belied that. Ken’s

body was clearly that of a teen-ager who had lost most of his baby fat and even sported a

little acne on his face. Then put that boy in a pink dress with word "Baby" emblazoned on the

front, and to top it all off, the disposable diapers still showing benaeath the skirt were

obviously wet and dirty. She couldn’t imagine a more ridiculous sight.

Michelle was also staring in disbelief. But She also felt triumphant! Here was the boy who

had caused so much trouble for her family being justly punished for his misdeeds. But she was

a little puzzled by the strange dress the boy was wearing. Had she cursed him to wear that as

well? Turning to Linda, she said, "Why is he dressed like that?"

Linda knew what the woman was referring to. She had already explained about Kenny’s recent

loss of continence and his need for day- and night-time diapers, so it had to be the dress.

"He pooped his diaper so bad, he ruined his pants. The school nurse found this for him in one

of the classrooms. I will get him another outfit from home, before I go back to work."

"Now are you sure this is OK, Michelle? I know this is last minute."

Hiding her grim satisfaction at Ken’s ’justice’, Michelle airily replied. "Sure. No problem.

Do you have any extra diapers? I can change him while you get his extra clothes and any toys

he might want." Michelle wanted to rub it in a little. She wanted to enjoy watching him

squirm as she changed his shitty diaper. Plus, the smell was unpleasant enough to merit an

immediate change, anyway. Yuck!

"Oh would you? Thanks so much! His diaper bag is in the car. I’ll go get it."

Ken had been lying there listening to the two women talk about him as if he were an infant long

enough to know that his hell would never end unless he did something about it himself. And

now! Ken sat up and bolted for the door. He didn’t care who might see him dressed like this!

He just had to get out of this nightmare!

"Stop right there, Kenny!" Linda called out, watching him rush for the front door.

He did, of course; just like she told him to.

’Oh no! Not again! She is making me do what she wants. How?! How can I stop this?’ He

wondered as he meekly returned to the living room and lay back down on the floor when his

mother instructed him to do so. He waited miserably until she returned and handed the babyish

bag containg his adult diapers and pleaded with his mom. "Mom, I’m sorry! I’m sorry I pooped

my pants! I’ll never do it again! I’m sorry for everything! Please let me take a shower and

take this off in private. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be good! I’ll never tell another

lie or smoke or drink or bully other people as long as I live! I want to be treated as an

adult. I turn seventeen in four weeks! Just let clean myself up and then put on a GoodNite or

even a Pull-Up!" He panted as he looked up hopefully. Wanting desperately for some sign that

his life could begin to return to normal.

Both women just stared at the boy.

Ken saw that his mother had a look of compassion and pity on her face, but Michelle had a

different look. She had the look of triumph and derison. Ken was shaken by her stare. ’Why

is she looking at me like that?’

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After fifth period Lisa went looking for Dennis. She hoped to make up to him and get him back

despite her weight. She knew she would do anything, (ANYTHING!) he asked to take her back. ’I

Might as well! I’m not even a virgin anymore.’

As she was passing the quad, she finally saw him. Quite a bit of him actually. He was running

as fast as he could toward the boy’s gymansium with several rolls of toilet paper wrapped

around his waist! Lisa turned to catch him. "Wait Dennis! What’s going on?" But she quikly

stopped and bent over to hold her bloated knees while she gasped for breath.

’What in the world is going on here?! She trundled over to the boys’ gymnasium adn searched

everywhere for him, getting some strange looks from the teachers and some derisive catcalls

from the boys going to the fields.

TBC...

 

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