Buying Diapers

Chapter 12
Buying Diapers 47

Buying Diapers

Chapter 47 "It sucks to be me" -song from ’Avenue Q’

Ken lay on the floor of his neighbor’s living room with his legs in the air, while Randy’s mom wiped his shit-covered ass.

He shivered as much from the cold wipe on his butt, as from his overall predicament. ’Why was he so powerless to stop this?’

He anguished. Thankfully, it was soon over as his ’babysitter’ slid a clean diaper under him, while wrinkling her nose at the smell. Ken smiled at that. He was glad he wasn’t the only one who had to suffer!

Michelle found the powder in the diaper bag and applied it liberally, more to clear the air than to help the boy with

chaffing. She folded up the wipes in the soiled diaper and carried it gingerly to the trash at arms length. She paused and looked at the diaper with surprise. She had been in such a hurry to finish and get rid of the stinky diaper, she hadn’t really noticed the front actually had writing and pictures on it. "Pampers! Since when does Pampers make diapers this big?" She asked aloud. Michelle hastily tossed the diaper in the trash can and pulled the bag out. She quickly tied it closed to keep the smell from permeating her whole house. She would put it outside after Kenny was safely napping.

’Pampers?!’ Ken looked down in surprise. He was shocked to see that his neighbor was right. He wasn’t even getting the dignity of wearing ’adult’ Depends any longer. No. His mother was going to make him wear PAMPERS. Frustrated and exhausted from the day’s traumas, Ken Haskins’ body and mind shut down. It was time for a break. He fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, his mind now safe and far away from the indignities it was suffering.

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Linda walked back into her neighbors house several minutes later with her arms full. "Here, I brought some things you may need. A Clean pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt, and some plastic pants my sister sent over, for when he naps. Speaking of naps, here is Barney" Linda handed over the purple doll. "and a video for him to watch if he gets bored. Oh, and here are some soft foods for lunch, and the glue for his teeth as well.

"His teeth?" Michelle was puzzled.

"Oh you probably didn’t know this but Kenny never grew adult teeth. His teeth have all been prosthetics since he was 12. You’ll want to take them out before he sleeps, so he doesn’t choke on them."

Michelle was surprised by what she was hearing. She hadn’t known the boy had already had physical disablities. She looked at the sixteen year old boy sleeping on her floor, wearing nothing but a pair of oversized Pampers. He couldn’t possibly look more ridiculous. Had he really deserved all of this? Perhaps she had gone a little too far. ’No! The little bastard deserved this for what he did to her son.

After thanking the woman profusely and kissing her napping son on the cheek, Linda went back to her house.

The first thing she did was call Bob and explain her absence. "Oh. And Bob. I noticed Kenny was getting low on diapers already. *sigh* Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I was wondering if you could get Kenny some more of those Pampers. They really are much better than the Depends. Thank you so much, Bob! I appreciate it, dear. You are so good to me and I love you so much!"

Bob laughed lightly at her enthusiasm and replied gruffly. "I love you too beautiful. I hope you’ll get back to the office soon!" Getting serious he added, "Oh and Linda? About that other thing for tonight’s meeting? Did you get them yet? Oh, I see. Well don’t forget to get some before you leave, OK? I know, Honey, but like we discussed, we need them to get the contract, right? Thanks, babe. I know it’s hard on you. OK. See you in an hour." *CLICK*

Bob kind of felt bad using the boy like that, but it’s not as if the little retard would ever know. The boy hadn’t even

noticed he had wet his diaper the other night. Besides, bob was guaranteed a raise and his stock options would increase dramatically. Then he could afford to buy a cozy little home built for two. Somewhere nice. Like Burbank. Or Beverly hills.

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Ken awoke with a start. He was alone in a woman’s bedroom. It was obviously Mrs. Lormann’s. Getting up quietly, Ken is gratified to note that he was dry. Ken quickly tore off the giant baby diaper and threw it in the trash. His rest had done him a lot of good. He felt better than he had in the last week. And he had a plan for getting even. He glanced at the alarm clock. 2:04.

Good He had plenty of time before Randy got home. Ken began searching the room for some sort of weapon. The only thing he found was a baseball bat, though. ’Good enough.’ He grunted to himself. While searching through the woman’s bed stand, he also found a half empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter. ’Even Better.’ He could hear his neighbor vaccuuming downstairs and quickly lit up. ’Ahhh. Much better.’

After finishing his cigarette, Ken dashed across the hall into Randy’s bedroom and began a systematic search. He just HAD to find the secret of Randy’s power! Without that, whatever Ken did, Randy would just get him back worse!

After an hour or so, Ken finally found something VERY interesting indeed. Chuckling, Ken knew the tables had finally turned. Ken crept back into his room as the vaccuuming downstairs stopped. He quickly got under the covers and pretended to sleep.

Soon after, Michelle came in. Seeing the boy was asleep, she whispered. "Good. I still have time to mow the lawns."

Shutting the door, Michelle went out back to get her lawn mower.

Ken opened his eyes and jumped out of bed. Now all he had to do was wait... He grabbed another cigarette and lit it.

Coughing slightly he took a second drag and relaxed. The clock read 3:28. Randy should be home any minute now.

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Dennis was sweating and shaking in the bathroom stall. He felt a little better after finally cumming in his diapers. He guiltily tore off the wet adult diaper, hating himself for not being able to control his sick urges, even in the boy’s bathroom. He had been going at it for forty minutes. He only had a short while before the bell rang siganlling the end of class. He looked around desperately for a solution. His eyes fell on the toilet paper rolls and he knew he had it.

Quickly he began to wrap toilet paper around his mid section. He went through both rolls and then got some more from the other stalls. He checked himself out in the mirror and knew it would have to do. At least he wasn’t naked or wearing a... He quickly cut of that thought before he felt the urge to rush back into the stall and put on the sodden diaper once again.

"Well, it’s now or never!" He said aloud. Dennis planned his route carefully. He had to get his gym clothes on before he was seen and he only had 6 minutes left!

Dennis yanked open the door and took off as fast as he could. He stared wildly around the courtyard, making sure his path was clear. As he neared the gym, he thought he heard a girl’s voice calling him, but that only spurred him on! He entered the gym through the side entrance. ’Shit! There are still guys changing here!" Dennis ducked into the janitor’s closet and pulled the door shut.

"Well well well. What have we here?" The gruff voice of the janitor came from behind him.

Dennis whirled around in shock, covering his private area and hunching over a little. "Wh- What?" The man was sitting in a chair reading a Hustler; his pants around his ankles. Seeing the man’s six inch cock, Dennis sprang erect, his little prick tearing a hole in the toilet paper covering it. Dennis tried to pull some toilet paper over his tiny erection but only succeeded in tearing the rest of the one-ply tissue and exposing himself completely.

The workman chuckled at that. The kid was clearly a fag, by his reaction, but he had the tiniest prick he had ever seen! He cleared his throat. "You see something you like, sissy boy?" He removed his hand from his cock, showing the boy what a real man had to work with.

He was so horny, from the porn mag he had taken from one of the juniors and his hand just wasn’t doing it today. Perhaps this cock sucking faggot could help him out. It wasn’t the first time he had let a fag suck him off.

Randy turned his head, blushing. "N-No." He was scrambling to put his Toilet paper ’underwear’ back on, but only managed to mangle it further.

"Looks like you could use some clothes there, homo. Did you leave them in your locker when you were sucking off your boyfriend?"

"Yes. No. I mean I wasn’t sucking off my boyfr- I mean, I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m not gay!" Dennis grabbed for a cleaning rag and covered up his genitals. Unfortunately for him, it was an old cloth diaper. When he realized this, he was completely unable to stop himself from rubbing himself with the diaper.

’Not again! Please, not in front of the janitor! I just did that a few minutes ago!’ He anguished even as he began to close his eyes a little and rub faster.

"Mm hmm. That’s what I thought. I tell you what. You finish me off, and I’ll go get your clothes for you, so no one sees your pitiful erection. OK, faggot?"

Dennis kneeled in front of the janitor with almost no hesitation. He just couldn’t help himself. He had to suck that dick! He moaned lustily as he began slurping on the man’s cock while still rubbing the cloth diaper furiously on his dick. "God no! Why is this turning me on so much? I have got to get a hold of myself!" Instead, he got a hold of the janitor’s cock and began sucking the huge hairy ball sack underneath.

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Ken puffed away at his cigarette, gloating over his former tormentor gleefully. He hadn’t been sure his plan would work, but it had gone absolutely perfectly. He exhaled a cloud of bluish smoke into the face of the fallen Randy. He could feel his regained strength and exalted in the feel of his once again muscular physique.

He pulled his leg back and kicked the boy in the stomach and heard the satisfying gasp of pain from his enemy.

Oh yes.

He was enjoying his return to full manhood very much. Pulling the cigarette from his mouth he snarled at the wimpering fourteen year-old, "I’m not through with you, punk! Not by a long shot!"

Randy looked up at him from the floor. Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth as he tried to gasp out for mercy. "P- Please! I’m sorry. N- No more, please!"

Ken lashed out again with his foot at the pitiful boy, now firmly under his control. "How’s it feel to be the one in a shitty diaper now?" He asked mockingly, while wrinkling his nose at the smell coming from the boy’s urine- and shit-filled diaper in disgust. "Who’s the baby now? Huh, Pampers-boy? I can’t wait for everyone to find out YOU piss and shit in your diapers just like that retard cousin of mine!"

Ken pulled out his dick from his jeans and began stroking his newly enlarged tool, when it got hard he commanded the snivelling boy to suck his cock, in a husky, commanding tone. "Blow me you little faggot!" He watched in amusement as Randy rose to his knees and did as he was commanded, still begging for forgiveness.

Ken felt the warm,wet mouth of the boy (who had but recently forced Ken into that same position) with grim satisfaction.

Revenge was sweet. As his dick swam in Randy’s toothless mouth, Ken remembered how he had tripped Randy, causing him to fall down the stairs, then using Randy’s own baseball bat had beaten him with all his small body’s strength untill the boy had given in. Then using Randy’s secret weapon against him, Ken was finally back to normal. Better than normal! He now had the ten plus inch tool that Randy had sported until recently. But it wasn’t enough for Ken. He wanted TOTAL REVENGE!

He was geting ready to cum; the pressure was building rapidly, but he held off, letting his pre-cum leak into the boy’s mouth as he lit another cigarette. He wanted this to be the ultimate humiliation for the boy who had put him through hell.

He still had one major thing to do, of course. He had to make sure the boy could never curse him again. He had tricked Randy into telling him the secret of his strange ability to curse others and he was amazed at the simplicity of it. Now he would use that same secret to make sure Randy could never curse anyone again.

Finally he couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt his cock pulsate rapidly as it shot gobs of sperm into the gagging boy’s mouth. He revelled in his triumph, knowing that Randy was finally beaten. Now all he had to do was put the final curse on Randy and he would be in control of the young diapered dork forever.

Suddenly Randy called out to him. NOT in the desperate. pleading tones Ken had come to expect, but in a confident, even demeaning manner.

Worse, he was calling him by that hated name others had recently begun calling him. "Kenny! Kenny! Time for din-din!"

Ken whirled around, still sucking hard on his cigarette, a snarl on his face. But something was wrong. Very wrong! The image of Randy was fading fast! The boy was somehow escaping! He reached out only to have his hands stopped before they could reach their target. Ken’s eyes swam into focus and saw Randy in front of him, except it was the Randy of old. Worse still, the voy’s dick was in Ken’s mouth, as if Ken had been sucking him off and not smoking a cigarette all along!

Randy’s face bore that mocking expression Ken had felt only moments before. As his mind began to clear he realized he was lying down!

The truth finally dawned upon him. It had been a dream! He was still cursed and Randy was still quite obviously in control.

Ken shivered as the blankets were torn form his body. Even though Randy had seen it all(and more) before now, Ken tried to cover himself up.

"Get out of bed you freak!" Randy stared down, grinning at his handiwork. The feeling of being in control was so exhilarating! He had to embarrass the former bully further. Then, he knew what to do. "Get dressed pee-pee pants. We are going for a walk!" He pulled his lengthening member out of the waking boy’s mouth and zipped up, heading for the door.

Ken looked down in dismay. He was indeed very wet. ’Damn! I still can’t seem to hold it in. When will this end?’

"Can I change my... you know. " He didn’t want to say it. If he didn’t admit it out loud, maybe it would go away, he hoped. Vainly.

"Your Pampers?" A sardonic grin crept onto Randy’s face. "Nah. You can walk around in that sopping wet diaper for a while, I think. Maybe I will let mom change you after the walk."

Randy went downstairs to tell his mom of his plans. He had a feeling she would agree with him. Whether she wanted to or not. He knew he shouldn’t make her do things like this. After all, she hadn’t actually tried to curse him, but she had cursed his father. Of that he was sure.

’Serves her right!’ He thought, indignantly. ’Taking my father away from me and doing who knows what to him. It was probably the reason I wet the bed for so long, too.’ He began to convince himself that it was OK this one time.

Ken reluctantly got dressed, knowing Randy was in control of his fate for now. He knew that one day soon, he would get him back, but good. ’I’ll kill the bastard as soon as he puts me back to normal.’ For Ken was sure that is exactly what would happen. He grabbed his false teeth from the bedstand and messily applied the glue or whatever it was, that was next to them and shoved them in his mouth. He bit down, settling the prosthetics into place painfullly.

Ken knew that Randy was not the kind of guy to torture people like this. He was basically a wimp. One of those guys who went out of their way to be nice to people. Eventually he would begin to feel sorry for Ken, and then... Then Ken would get his revenge! Permanently.

Michelle listened obediently as Randy detailed his scheme.

She had planned a nice dinner and a movie for her ’little charge’ already and now she found herself agreeing to Randy’s demand that she walk them past the park to the local McDonald’s and buy them dinner. She struggled to correct her son and tell him that she had already started dinner, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead she nodded her head dumbly, agreeing to his every whim. What was going on here? Michelle began to get a little

afraid.

The three of them walked down the street quietly. Two of them were quite glum and seemed lost in a reverie, but Randy had a huge smile plastered on his face as he urged the other two to hurry up. He was starting to get hungry.

Michelle adjusted the strap on the diaper bag on her left shoulder and gripped Kenny’s hand more tightly as she sped up at her son’s request, tugging the smaller boy along with her. ’Really! The diaper bag was a bit much.’ Michelle knew the boy deserved to be shamed for what he did to Randy, but this was way overboard. She began to speak, "Randy I don’t think this is a good idea. Perhaps we should-"

"No! This is perfect. Just what our little diaper boy needs. A little walkies and some din-din at McDonalds." He didn’t bother to lower his voice nor turn around. He knew his mother would obey and Ken didn’t have any choice in the matter with his babysitter holding his hand so tightly. He grinned as a blond, curly haired, nine or ten year old girl glanced up at his words.

She lappeared a little cofused at first. She spotted the diaper bag, but no baby. Then her eyes got wide in comprehension. Giggling madly, she ran off to tell her friends about the boy who still wore diapers.

Ken hung his head lower as he divined what she was thinking. ’She knows. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it."

Glumly, he picked up his pace, hoping to pass the girl and her friends by before she could spread the news. It seemed to work and no one came chasing after them. ’Perhaps she doesn’t know.’ Ken rationalized. ’After all I am wearing pants and a

shirt. There is no way she can see my diaper and anyways I am too big to be wearing a diaper. She probably just thinks we are going to VISIT a baby or something.’ He tugged down his T-shirt, desperately hoping he was right.

At the restaraunt Randy insisted his mother order Kenny a Kid’s meal, While Randy ordered the largest burger he could. He also got a large fries and large soda to emphasize the difference between Kenny and him. As Michelle was paying the cashier, Randy whispered in her ear.

Ken strained to hear what was said but there was no need.

"Umm, Cindy? May I also have a bib and a booster seat?" Michelle politely asked the girl behind the counter, reading the girl’s name tag. Michelle wondered again at why she was so willing to do what her son had suggested.

The girl looked at the smaller boy and giggled. "Hee hee hee! Um, I mean sure." She added trying to appear proffesional. (After all it was her first week on the job.) He seemed a little big for the booster seat and WAY too big to need a bib. She glanced at Michelle again, wondering if the diaper bag on her shoulder was actually needed. Surely the boy was too old for THAT!

As the trio walked away from the counter, Cindy noticed two wet half-moon shapes at the bottom of the smaller boy’s pants in stunned silence. ’Oh my God! How old is he anyway?’ She wondered to herself, turning to the next customer.

Ken briefly tried to get his tormentors to let him eat without the bib. When he realized he didn’t have a say in the matter, he gave in, frustrated. ’When will Randy get tired of this? It had better be soon. I don’t think I can take much more of this." He grumbled to himself as his ’babysitters’ cut up his food into small bites and praised him for not getting food on his bib.

Randy wasn’t happy with Kenny’s appearance, though. He quickly gabbed a napkin, dipped it in the ketchup and smeared it roughly all over Kenny’s face and bib. When Ken silently tried to push the boy away, Randy pushed back and mashed some french fries into the mess. When Ken reached for a napkin, Randy roughly slapped his hands away, whispering, "Try it again and I’ll rip out your teeth and smash them to bits!"

Ken dropped his hands and slumped in his booster seat. Without his ’teeth’ He would probably have to eat mashed foods. Or even baby food! He wouldn’t put it past Randy or his mom to do just that.

Randy quelled his mom’s attempt to wipe the humiliated boy’s face with one glance. He watched in satisfaction as she settled back, looking confused at her sudden change of mind.

For Ken, the walk home was torture. First, when he got out of his seat, the back of his pants felt wet and cold. It took him a moment to realize that his diaper must have leaked some. Rather than draw attention to it by checking, he kept his backside from view as much as possible, walking crabwise to the door. The mess on his face was drawing some stares from the other diners, but Ken was just glad it was his face they were staring at and not his bulging, wet pants.

Then they passed the girl they had seen earlier, now with a knot of her girlfriends surrounding her. The giggling as theyapproached was enough to make Ken feel faint with worry. He clenched Michelle’s hand fearfully. It wasn’t untill they had walked by the girls that the first girl spoke up.

"Excuse me ma’am." Piped the youngest girl(Though she was an inch or two taller, Ken noted). "I think that boy’s diaper has leaked. His pants are wet." Her friends dissolved into hysterics at this and Ken tried to pull further away from them.

Randy however, insisted that they stop and mentally made his mom check on the state of Kenny’s diaper. He silently commanded her to pull down the boy’s pants and turn the boy around, checking both front and back.

Michelle immediately stopped and turned. She reached down and whipped the boy’s pants down to his knees in one swift motion.

Ken stopped dead in his tracks, then hastened to cover his butt, his face turning purple as tears began to trickle down.

The girls were laughing so hard one, of them had to excuse herself to go pee as the woman turned him around to see the back of his sopping wet Pampers. Michelle suddenly felt a stong desire to check further. She pulled the back waistband away from the mortified boy’s backside and exclaimed, "Well, at least you didn’t make a poopy!"

At that, two of the remaining girls actually wet themselves they were laughing so hard. "Oh My God! He actually POOPS his diapers too?" The first girl gasped out, between hysterical laughter.

Randy was feeling on top of the world again. Making his mom check him for ’Poopies’ was sheer genius! His face actually hurt, his grin was so big. Randy turned to Ken and asked in a syrupy voice. "Do you want aunty to take off those icky wet pants and change your diapers now, or do you want to walk home in your pee-pee diapers?"

Ken stared at Randy, unsure how to answer. He just didn’t understand how a boy who was such a wuss could be so cruel all of a sudden.

"Well, I guess we should change you now and you can walk home in just your diapers, then." Randy smirked as he motioned to his mother.

"No! I want to wear these home!" Ken answered.

Michelle stopped, unsure as to what to do. She hadn’t wanted to change him out here in the first place, but then all of a sudden she was going to and now she waited, wondering what was going on.

"wear what home?" Randy asked innocently as the girls watched, quietly gigling now.

Ken looked at his feet and mumbled. "My pee-pee diapers. I want to wear my pee-pee diapers home."

Of course, that brought another round of scraming laughter from the girls watching just as Randy had anticipated.

"Well, OK then. If you don’t mind walking home in pee-pee diapers, I guess I don’t mind. Pull up his pants and let’s get going."

Sated in his thirst for revenge for now, Randy commaded his mother to grab the little, ex-bully’s hand and they began walking home.

From behind a few girls called out to them. "Make sure you change him soon! He might get diaper rash!" Nothing else they said could be understood though. They were laughing too hard to complete what they were saying.

Ken was just grateful to be getting away from those horrible girls. As soon as he got home, he decided, he would hide away until his mother got him. He had had enough of this.

TBC...