Buying Diapers

Chapter 48
Buying diapers

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Chapter Description: DL, not AB! Not a nice furry story at all. Stong language and action. If you don't like, please don't read. All comments welcome, but no flames!

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-Sorry for the extremely long delay. (for those of you that have been reading this and writng, asking for more) Almost finished now. Just a few more installments.

-Pcouche (Kenyh9909@yahoo.com)

Buying Diapers

Chapter 48 "Wishes come true; It could happen to you; But only if you’re among;

The very young at heart!"

On the way home, Randy decided he didn’t want the outing to end so quickly after all. Looking around, he spotted a children’s department store and ordered his mother to take them there and buy Kenny some dry pants.

Michelle looked at Randy in surprise even as her grip tightened on Kenny’s hand and she dragged the protesting boy to the store. Once again Randy had told her to do something and she was automatically doing just that. What could be going on? Is it guilt for making him wear those Pull-Ups when he was wetting his bed?

Ken thrashed and tugged, trying to free himself from his "baysitter’s" grip, whining to just go home. He didn’t want to go in there and have still more people see his wet pants and laugh at him some more. He was begging so fervently that tears were rolling down his cheeks as the automatic doors slid open. Ken was pulled inside, followed by a hugely amused Randy.

Following Randy’s unspoken direction, Michelle went directly to the little boys department and picked out a pair of light blue sweat pants, then catching the eye of a sales girl, explained that she wished to change ’the big baby’s’ diapers (she indicated Kenny with a glance) and to buy these pants. Would the girl please ring them up and bring them to the dressing room?

Accepting the card, the sales girl looked at the smaller boy in astonishmentthen glanced at the bag on her shoulder, clearly and unnecessarily marked ’DIAPER BAG’ in large pastel letters. In a carrying whisper she asked, "How old is he? He looks way too old to be in diapers." And he did, too. Even though he was small, the boy had almost no baby fat and had the shape and appearance (if not the actual size) of a teen-ager!

"Sixteen!" Was Randy’s immediate and cheerful reply.

Looking a little stunned, the girl went to ring up the pants, as the woman and two teen-agers went into the dressing room.

Michelle set the diaper bag down and suggested Randy wait outside, but Randy insisted otherwise. Michelle tried to argue again, but strangely her voice stuck in her throat. Unable to argue further, she gave her son an questioning look, then proceeded to pull down Kenny’s pants. She quickly removed the soaking wet diaper and grabbed some wipes, and hurriedly began cleaning the boy’s undersized genitals. When Michelle heard the knock, she called out "Just a minute!". Kenny tried immediately to hide himself behind Michelle’s slight frame. Michelle grabbed the squirming boy firmly and lifted his legs higher to wipe his bottom.

But Randy had other ideas. He opened the door exposing Kenny’s shame to mothers, children and the salesgirl who stood open mouthed, watching the sixteen year old midget being taped into a pair of Pampers, the wet diaper balled up at his feet.

Michelle Looked around at the sudden change of light and seeing Randy holding open the door, scolded him. "Randy! How could you?! Embarrassing Kenny that way!"

As he accepted the proferred sweat pants and credit card slip from the girl Randy replied, "What does he care? He’s just a big baby!" Several people werewhispering and giggling at Kenny from the department store aisles.

Ken was furious and totally lost it! "I am NOT a baby! I only have to wear these... THINGS because you MADE me with magic! It’s not my...."

At this the sales girl began to giggle. Magic?! Did the little boy actually think she would believe him? "And did that mean big boy us ’magic’ to make you pee-pee your diapers too?"

Michelle was stunned. ’Kenny thinks Randy made him wear diapers?’ She decided to take charge of the situation quickly. "Thank you for bringing his pants, now could you please shut the door so he can have a little dignity?"

"Yes ma’am." The girl replied, "But I need you to sign the credit slip first." She continued staring agog at the naked boy’s baby-sized penis.

Seeing this, Michelle quickly laid the diaper on top of Kenny’s crotch and got up, blocking Kenny from the sight of passersby. She quickly signed the form and took back her card. Closing the door, she finished diapering the boy immediately and then pulled on his new pants. Standing him up she brusquely said, "let’s go home Randy." and pulled the small, red-faced Ken along behind her, his diaper rustling at every step.

"But mom, I want to get an ice cream at baskin-Robbins first." Randy insisted, an evil grin on his face. He wanted Ken’s humiliation to never end! He easily gave his mom another silent order, to ensure just that.

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Linda and Bob got off the private jet and were immediately whisked into a limo to take them to the private boardroom of Proctor and Gamble. She was enjoying these new luxuries with awe as her hand curled up in Bob’s larger, masculine hand, comforting her jittery nerves.

At bob’s request she handed him the pictures she had taken earlier and he grunted approvingly at them. She snuggled closer to him and looked at the pictures of her son, the covers pulled back to show the product in use. A slightly damp Pamper. Just at the edge of the picture was his Barney doll, grasped tightly by the sleeping boy.

Two hours later, the two advertisers left the board room, contracts in hand. Before they had exited the building, Both of them were already on the phone confirming the arrangements they had set up earlier. Linda knew the time for doubts was past now. Kenny would just have to be made to see reason.

Things had to move fast in the world of advertising, and they had an especially tight schedule this time. She hoped they could meet the deadlines. There were some huge bonuses involved (not to mention promotions!) but only if they pulled this off in time.

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Dennis walked home in his gym clothes, despondent. He hated dipaers and he hated how much he wanted dick. He wasn’t a fag! Passing by one of the freshmen from his school, a small scrawny geek carrying several Chess books, and smiling, Dennis lost it. "What do you want, faggot? Do you want me to punch you right in your cocksucking face?!" He snarled, sending the boy running. Dennis looked around and seeing some rocks, started pelting the fleeing boy with them. He laughed at the satisfying ’thunk’s the made and the resulting yelps of pain. The younger boy, stumbled and began to cry. Dennis continued walking, feeling much better and more in control.

He took the long way home, walking past the park, hoping to find some other dorks to vent his rage on. But there were too many people there and a local TV camera crew was setting up to do some kind of human interest story or something, so he edged his way around. As he turned the corner towards home, Dennis glanced back and stopped in his tracks. There was somebody he knew there. Three people, in fact, sitting with some woman he didn’t recognize. And one of those people he definitely didn’t want to meet right now.

Or ever again.

Dennis quickly resumed his homeward journey, grateful as hell he hadn’t been noticed.

He was wrong.

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They stood in line at the Baskin-Robbins looking at the menu. Randy, standing behind his mother and Kenny, frowned. Kenny’s pants were a little too baggy and you couldn’t even tell he was wearing a diaper. Apparently Kenny had noticed this as well as he was looking much more relaxed and was actually enjoying deciding which ice cream he wanted. This wouldn’t do at all. Making little Kenny’s life an eternal hell was Randy’s new goal in life and one he intended to be done right.

Randy felt a small tap on his shoulder and turned around to see... It was that blond woman, Susan, from V.I.!

The young woman leaned in close and whisperd something into the boy’s ear. Randy’s eyes got big and he turned to Susan gratefully. "Thank you! You won’t regret it. I promise!" He watched as Susan gently touched his wand and grinned wickedly. Now he could really teach little Kenny a lesson! He watched the woman saunter out of the store. Randy turned back to Kenny gleefully. Now he could do something about those pants!

He pulled his wand discreetly out of his pocket and pointed it at his former adversary and grinned as the pants and t-shirt Ken was wearing began to slowly shrink untill the shirt was riding over his belly button and the top of the diaper was a full inch above the stretchy waistband. The pants were now snug enough to show a definite diaper bulge beneath them.

Admiring his handiwork, Randy decided it could be better. ’No point in being too subtle’, he chuckled. He pointed his wand again. The diaper began to swell, doubling, then tripling in thickness as the diaper became WAY more obvious. ’Now, to put some icing on this cake.’ he aimed at the boy for a third time.

This time the diaper swelled a little more in the back, but it was hardly noticable, as thick as the diapers were now. Though they would shortly begin to sag with the extra, added weight.

When a look of comprehension and shock began to show on Kenny’s face, Randy smiled in grim satisfaction. The smell of feces began to waft slowly through the ice cream parlor.

"Next." Called the bored looking kid behind the counter and Michelle grabbed Kenny’s hand and asked him what he wanted.

Ken licked his lips nervously. He had just messed himself and hadn’t even realized he was doing it!! The warm gooey poo felt disgusting and it was quickly beginning to smell. Further, the mess between his legs seemed to be forcing his thighs farther apart as if his diaper had suddenly got much thicker. Ken had forgotten all about the ice cream now. He just wanted to get out of here before anyone noticed. ’HOw could this happen now?’ He anguished. ’I just got changed not ten minutes ago!’ He remembered the look of scorn on the salesgirl quite clearly as her eyes had darted from the sopping wet diaper to his tiny prick. If he didn’t get home before anyone noticed, he might get changed in public for the second time in ten minutes!

"Kenny! The nice man asked what ice cream you wanted!" Michelle squeezed her charge’s hand to catch his seemingly wandering attention.

"Oh er... I’ll have umm..." He didn’t have time to decide, so he picked the easiest, fastest thing hge could think of, "vanilla. In a cup, not a cone." He felt his hand squeezed again as Michelle looked at him meaningfully. "Please."

Randy couldn’t help himself and added, "Wouldn’t you like to have some warm, gooey fudge, Kenny?" He added to the cashier at the counter, smirking. I know how much he loves fudge on the bottom.", giving a little emphasis to the last few words.

The clerk took one look at the small boy and gaped. The kid was wearing some huge kind of diaper! and his ’mother’ wasn’t even bothering to make sure he was dressed properly to conceal it. Like she didn’t care if the whole world knew her kid was a retard who still wore diapers! Disgusting. Then he did a double take as he finally got the joke. "Fudge on the bottom, huh?" He chuckled. Good one, kid." He turned back to Randy. "So, what’ll you have?"

I’ll have strawberry ice cream with butterscotch. I’m not into fudge as much as little Kenny is." He grinned knowingly at the employee.

Ken whipped aropund and stared fearfully at Randy, wondering if the larger boy had realized what Ken had justdone in his pants. He didn’t move to cover his ass though, in case he might give himself away. He turned and looked at the ice cream server and said clearly, "Umm... I don’t like fudge. Just ice cream." But it was too late, the fudge had been poured into the cup and the ice cream scooped on top, even as Michelle was paying the bill. He decided not to draw any more attention to himself and let it go. He gladly took his ice cream and waddled uncomfortably for the door and fresher air, before anyone else noticed the foul odor.

Ken blushed though, when a woman in line behind him grabbed Ken’s hand and whispered to Michelle, looking down meaningfully at him. Ken overheard the phrase "Pooped his diaper" and automatically put his free hand in front of him, worried how this woman might be able to know that he was wearing a diaper. The quick movement caused him to spill a little fudge sauce on his shirt and pants. Ken looked down and gasped!

Not only was his diaper bulge completly obvious, but the diaper itself was sticking out over the waist band! How had this happened? He was quite sure his ’protection’ was completely concealed benath the loose over-sized sweat pants and his old oversized t-shirt when they had entered the ice cream shop. He had nervously checked their appearance several times. But now it was so obvious, he might as well not be wearing pants at all.

Without thinking, Ken yanked his hand free, dropping his ice cream and ran out the door, pulling his pants up as far as they would go! Turning, he began to run, He had to get out of there! He needed to find help. His short legs weren’t moving quickly enough and he glanced back to see the Lormann’s chasing after him. The ridiculously thick, soiled diaper slowed him down to an uncomfortable waddle, the crinkling of the diaper obvious to anyone within ten feet of him. Suddenly he crashed headlong into a pair of legs and would have fallen down if two arms had not reached down and grabbed him. He was trapped!

"Going somewhere, baby?" A woman’s voice said, as the two arms effortlessly lifted Ken into the air.

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Lisa sat in front of the TV watching a soap opera, and keeping one ear out for Ashley, the girl she was babysitting this afternoon. Her chins wobbled as she hungrily devoured a couple chocolate bars she had found stashed above the fridge. It was the first thing she had eaten since breakfast and her new, fat body craved the sugars that she would ordinarily have skipped.

When the baby began wailing, Lisa sighed and crammed the rest of the candy in her mouth, saying, "Holth on I’b cobing!" She retrieved the squalling child, then scooped up a diaper and some wipes.

Returning to the living room as her show came back on, Lisa removed the little girls soiled diaper, saying "Akay, ASh. Let’s get you out of those smelly diapers, OK? Then, as if in a trance, held up the messy baby garment and inhaled hungrily, at which the toddler laughed playfully. After a minute or two, Lisa finally cleaned up the girl and rediapered her. The former cheerleader balled up the soiled diaper, taking one last whiff. She disposed of it in the kitchen and returned to her charge, grabbing another chocolate bar for good measure.

Lisa stuffed her fourth chocolate bar of the day into her mouth and began licking her chocolate covered fingers and lips hungrily, wondering if the Perkins’ would notice if she had just one more.

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"Why hello there! Where do you think you are running to little guy?" The red-haired woman whom Kenny had just, quite literally, run into, asked him pleasantly. Two arms lifted Kenny effortlessly into the air.

Ken pushed and kicked trying to get out of the large woman’s grasp. He was in a panic. If he didn’t get down soon Randy and his mother... Too late. They had caught up with him and Michelle was gratefully lifting the struggling boy easily from the other woman’s grasp.

"Oh thank you!" She exclaimed. "I don’t know what came over him! He just took off."

The thirtyish, red-haired woman, who introduced herself as Lucy waved her arm merrily. "No problem. I work with ’special’ children. They can be quite a handful. Perhaps you should consider a leash and harness."

The two women chatted as Michelle carried Ken, unwilling to set him down lest he run off again. They moved into the park. Randy was holding his and Ken’s dropped ice cream(luckily most of it hadn’t spilled) as well as what Kenny suspected was a disposable bib from the ice cream shop.

Hearing Lucy refer to Ken as ’special’ gave Randy an idea and shifting everything to one hand, he pulled out his wand and aimed it at Ken once again.

Facing backward over Michelle’s shoulders, Ken immediately noticed the action. "NO!" He shouted, but he was too late. Randy concealed his wand as his mother and Lucy looked around to see what had disturbed the boy.

"What’s the matter Pumpkin?" Lucy cooed. "Do you want your ice cream, too?"

"Blabba Da koo koo" Ken began babbling nonsenense sounds, pointing at Randy’s wand disappearing beneath his jacket, then quickly stopped. He started again, but only grunts and nonsense sounds came out of his mouth, so he cut himself off once again. Somehow Randy was making him sound like an idiot! ’Damn that motherfucker!’ He thought fiercely. ’I’ll Kill him, first chance I get!’

Michelle looked surprised by his reaction. "Is everything OK, Kenny honey?"

Without thinking, Ken responded, "Glapth booga poo poo!" Then clamped his mouth shut again in consternation.

Michelle was confused. Why was he speaking like a retarded child. He was of normal intelligence and had been speaking just fine a few minutes ago. She looked accusingly at her son, but Randy was nonchalantly eating his ice cream, following politlely behind. She quickly shook her head, as if to clear it. How could she think that Randy had something to do with this? Perhaps Ken didn’t want the other woman to know he WASN’T retarded and was simply playing along to provide an explanation for having to wear diapers. IF so, Michelle wasn’t going to complain. The less she heard from the young man who had tortured her son, the better.

Lucy commented to Michelle, "Poo Poo is right! Somebody made a stinky in his diapers. Perhaps you should change him soon." she suggested, holding the boy at arms length and wrinkling her nose in disgust.

’No! Not in the park!" For surely, that was what the woman was suggesting. "AH boo goo gah!" He practically yelled. Behind him he saw Randy nearly collapse with silent laughter at Ken’s pitiful attempts to communicate with his captors.

"Then maybe a nap for Mr. Stinky Pants. Isn’t that right Sweetums?" Lucy added, seeing his outburst of temper.

They found a place to sit on the edge of the park and the woman coninued talking, though Michelle never brought up the strange behavior Ken was exhibiting, and Lucy continued with her assumption that ’Kenny’ was severely retarded, giving her expert advice on dealing with kids that would never grow past the baby stage.

Randy leaned in close to ’the baby’ and whispered, "Cat got your tongue? Don’t worry it’s only temporary. I thought it might be nice to have you talk like you look for a while. That’s all." Aloud, Randy began to coo and talk baby-talk to Kenny, referring to him as Mr. Stinky Pants in a loud voice, causing several passing families to stare.

Just then several seniors from the high school walked by and seeing Ken lying there began to laugh uproariously. One of the boy’s recognized Ken, having been the one who gave him the cigarette the other day. Sniggering, the boy walked closer and held out his pack, as if offering one to Ken. "Care for a smoke after your mommy changes your diaper?"

Lucy looked scandalized and told the unruly teens off. "How dare you offer a baby a cigarette! You’d better leave before I call a cop." She said sternly, causing the boys to laugh harder.

At Randy’s silent command, his mother jerked around like a puppet on a string. "Let’s get you out of those stinky diapers, Kenny." She found herself saying as she opened up the pink diaper bag and spread out a plastic changing mat. Another quick flick of Randy’s wand from beneath his jacket and all the Pampers inside the diaper bag grew to match the size of the soiled one Ken was still wearing.

"Bo go na poo dada bobo!" Ken screamed in panic as his neighbor dragged him over to the mat and laid him down. ’Not here! Not now!’ He struggled with all his pitful strength, but Michelle pinned him easily with one hand. "goo no bee ka!" he begged, trying to get her to understand.

Lucy, seeing Kenny’s distress, offered to help and the two women quickly removed his now too small pants and his soiled and slightly damp diaper. Realizing that struggling was useless and only going to attract attention, Ken quickly went limp, and just hoped it would be over soon. He shut his eyes tight and pictured himself beating the shit out of Randy, over and over again. And, afterward those guys from his school, Ken thought.

The teens who had begoun to leave, starting falling over themselves in disbelief. "Ha Ha ha ha ha!!! I guess little Kenny needs his poopy diapers changed! I can’t wait to tell everyone at school tomorrow!"

Ken whimpered in fear. Now even if he got back to normal, there was no way he would ever be able to go back to his old school. He would be the laughing stock for eternity!

Seeing the anguished look appear on Kenny’s face, Lucy cooed "It’s OK, Pumpkin! Those mean, nasty men won’t hurt you. You’re safe with auntie Lucy." Lucy ignored the teens and began singing a lullaby to the diapered teen and tickle his belly as if Ken were an actual baby. To Michelle, Lucy asked "Where on earth did you get these diapers? They seem much to big for him! And are they really Pampers? I didn’t know they made them so large!"

Nichelle pulled down Kenny’s pants, still fulfilling her son’s silent commands(though she didn’t know it.) and removed the soiled diaper, making no attempts to hide her actions from anyone. "I don’t know. I am just babysitting him." She replied and began wiping the sticky, smelly brown mess from Ken’s exposed bottom.

Randy looked around to see who else might be looking and spotted a camera crew, filming the park-goers for some kind of fluff piece for the evening news.

It was too good an oppurtunity to pass up. A quick wave of the wand and the camera was pointed in their direction and started moving their way.

Lucy cooed and tried to comfort the ’retarded’ boy as Michelle finished wiping away the mess and balled up the wipes in the soiled diaper, taping it firmly closed and lying it next to him. She grabbed the powder and began aplying it liberally.

Meanwhile the camera crew had come in close behind the two ladies and silently filmed the clean diaper being pulled up between the tiny teen’s legs and then taped into place. The presence of the camera crew brought more curious onlookers to ogle the ’big baby’ in astonishment.

"Kenny Haskins, Lie still while auntie changes your dirty diapers!" Randy said aloud, knowing the camera’s microphone would pick up every word. Randy finally knew what heaven was. It was getting back at the bastards who messed with you. And he was loving it.

Michelle looked at her son at this. She was upset about how cruelly Randy had been behaving of late. Was it related to the strange way she herself had been acting? She wondered.

Finally it was over. Kenny opened his eyes in relief, only to find himself staring at a full camera crew from the Channel 7 news! Kenny covered his face quickly, instinctively crying out, "CA CA poo poo no no!" The chuckles from the growing crowd of onlookers and the continued presence of the camera were too much. In self defense, Kenny’s brain shut down. Blissfully Kenneth Haskins passed out and knew no more.

Fingering his wand beneath his jacket, Randy went to have a word with the camera man.

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Buying diapers chapter 49 - Randy’s Road Down.

Dennis sat in front of the TV. It was the first time in years that he started his homework almost as soon as he was in the door. It actually helped to distract him from his problems though and he was enjoying reading a book for the first time in years. His little brother was on the couch next to him cheering on his favorite team, The San Francisco Faggo- (He chopped that thought off)Giants. He ignored the game and got back to his History text.

Then came the seventh inning stretch. Dennis and his brother got up and stretched also - it was a family tradition that started when Dennis was about five.

"This seventh inning stretch" The announced droned "was brought to you, appropriately enough, by Pampers Stretch. The diaper that allows your baby to move more comfortably than any other. Pampers Stretch: The diaper babies love best. And now back to our game."

The announcer’s words were accompanied by a picture of the product and a happy baby crawling on a carpeted floor.

Dennis quickly sat down to hide his instantaneous erection from his brother. Even though it probably was unnecessary. There was no way his brother could see his tiny stiffy even if he were wearing just underpants, Dennis thought ruefully. He tried to get back to his text, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop thinking about them. Pampers. Wonderful, soft, comfy, sexy, Pampers. He put his books quickly down and nearly ran to his bedroom.

Eddie shouted after him, "Hey! Where are you going? The score is tied and Barry Bonds is coming up!"

’Oh God, please help me! I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to get turned on by wearing Pampers!’ Dennis desperately pleaded, even as he opened his closet and pulled out a diaper. His prepubescent sized prick throbbed uncontrollably as he stared at the diaper and unconciously drooled. ’I’ve got to fight this! I am a man! a normal, heterosexual, non-perverted man!’ He insisted to himself.

For all the good that did him.

The powerful urges finally built to the bursting point. It was too much for the boy to handle. Dennis stripped almost without volition, blinded by one thought,"I am a faggy little Pampers boy! I am a faggy little Pampers boy!’ In seconds he was humping his diaper for all he was worth!

Sweaty and exhausted, Dennis rested having cum in his diaper twice in less than twenty minutes, when he was startled by a knock on his door. He pulled the covers up in a panic as his brother called out, "Dennis! A friend is downstairs to see you."

Dennis groaned, panting for breath. "Don’t... come in! I’ll... be down in a... minute OK?" Dennis waited to hear his brother’s footsteps receding then quickly jumped up, tearing off the embarrassing diaper he had jacked off in like some sick pervert. He threw it in the closet and got dressed fast, trying to catch his breath and calm his nerves. ’Shit, it happened again! Why couldn’t he control hiimself? What had Randy done to him?’

Dennis pulled open the door and headed down the stairs he wondering if he would ever be ’normal’ again. But when he saw who the ’friend’ was, he nearly pissed himself in fear. Oh crap! It was Randy!

"Hi Dennis!" Randy said brightly, glancing at Dennis’ brother. "Are you ready to do that homework we talked about earlier?"

Dennis gulped. "Uh... not tonight I don’t feel so good. Maybe another..."

"Well, then maybe we can discuss your day down here then." Randy grinned, looking pointedly at Eddie again, who peered curiously back at the two older boys.

"No! I mean- Yeah. Let’s go upstairs and do our homework." Dennis shuddered at what Randy might make him do or say in front of his little brother.

As soon as the door closed, Randy turned to Dennis, "Where are your parents?"

"School meeting." mumbled the scared teen.

"I saw you sneaking by the park. I’m surprised you didn’t come by and say hi to your best friend, Kenny. Of course," Randy added, "I wouldn’t want anyone to know my best friend still craps his diapers either. I don’t suppose you would mind so much if you crapped your diapers too, huh? But you just like to jack off in ’em. Right?"

Dennis stood there mutely, avoiding eye contact. Anything he said would only make things worse.

"So have you bullied anyone else recently?" Randy asked, casually changing the suject.

"No." Dennis mumbled, still not looking at his tormentor.

"Really? Then I guess Sam Porter was lying then? I met him on the way over here. He says you were the one who threw the rock at him and called him names." Sam had ben a good friend of Randy’s for years.

Dennis shook his head, denying it.

"Liar! Haven’t learned your lesson yet, have you?" Randy grinned and pulled out his wand, carressing it. "Now, do you have any diapers here, Pampers fag? And if you lie to me again, I will make it MUCH worse for you, I promise!"

Dennis whimpered and pointed mutely to the closet, unwilling to risk another curse. His hands were shaking slightly.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Put one on. Or should I get your little brother do it for you?"

Dennis started at that and quickly pulled a clean diaper out of his closet then hastily pulled down his gym pants.

"Good boy!" Randy said as if rewarding a well-trained dog.

Dennis sloppily diapered himself in his haste, but did not dare pull up his pants like he wished to. He knew Randy was in complete control and didn’t want to piss him off.

Randy looked at the diaper bag sitting in the open closet. "Interesting. Does anyone else know you have those there?"

"M- My mom" Dennis murmured after a slight hesitation.

Arching his eyebrows, Randy chuckled. "Really? How does she know about them? And what did she do when she found out her precious ’big boy’ wears diapers?"

Haltingly, Dennis explained the situation in full detail, watching Randy’s eyes grow bigger with astonishment.

"And she believed you? She thinks you actually wet the bed and not that you LIKE to wear your precious baby Pampers? Hmmm." Randy had an idea but he was not sure how to go about it yet.

Meanwhile Dennis was sweating profusely. Wearing a disposable diaper was causing the (now)usual reaction in him and he was using all his will power not to start rubbing the front of his diaper right in front of Randy. He wouldn’t do that! It was requiring every ounce of will he had to keep his hands at his sides. He couldn’t cover up the diaper with his hands, because Dennis knew what would happen if he did.

Just then Eddie burst into the room yelling, "They’re here! The camp letters are..." Eddie’s mouth dropped open as he saw his big brother standing there in front the other boy wearing a humongous diaper! "Ha ha ha.."

Randy pointed his wand at the little boy, who froze mid-laugh.

The stress of his brother seeing him this way caused Dennis stomach to turn over and he vomitted all over the floor and emptied his bladder simultaneously.

"Gross!" Yelled Randy, stepping back from the mess. "Don’t worry, I can make him forget he saw this. If you behave."

Nodding vigorously, Dennis vowed to do ANYthing to avoid having his brother know about his perversion!

Randy turned to the frozen boy and looked at the letters in his small hands. "Summer camp huh? Where are you going?" Randy asked as he read the nearly identical envelopes.

"Baseball camp." Came the whispered reply. "It’s Eddie’s first year. I go every year."

"Oh Yeah? I bet he can’t wait. Going to the same camp as his big brother." Randy thought for a minute. "But... Do you really think you should go to a big kid’s baseball camp? Being a bed-wetter and all?"

"But I’m not really a bed wetter! You know that. And I am going to stop having ’accidents’ tonight. By the time school is out my mom will think I am cured!" Dennis was sweating profusely.

Randy had one of those flashes of insight that made him a genius! The whole plan came in one burst. Carefully he said, "Right. Well, good luck with that. Though I don’t see how you will be able to go two whole weeks without jacking off in one of your precious Pampers! Still that’s your problem. Well, I guess I’m out of here then!" He grabbed the frozen Eddie and headed for the door.

"Wait!" What are you going to do to us?" Dennis cried out.

"ME?" Randy said innocently. "Why I am going to make your brother forget this whole embarrassing incident. He isn’t at fault and he is way too young to know what a sicko his big brother is. As for you... Well, why don’t you just stay in your room and jack off in your Pampers ’till your parents get home, OK? After you clean up that mess, anyway." Randy indicated the vomit splattered carpet.

Dennis stood in open-mouthed shock, unable to believe he got off so easy. He watched the door close behind Randy suspiciously, still expecting some new curse, but nothing happened. Relieved, Dennis wiped up the mess using some of his t-shirts and bagged them up to get rid of the smell. Immediately afterwards the boy lay down on his bed and began vigorously humping his diapers. Within seconds, every other thought was forgotten. He could only think of his wonderful Pampers. God, how he loved his Pampers!

Listening at the keyhole, Randy grinned at the grunting, crackling sounds coming from the bedroom. Dennis was so distracted now he would never notice... Randy waved his wand in the general direction of the bed and felt a slight discharge as the magic flowed out of it. Dennis was in for a surprise or two, that was for sure.

Downstairs Randy set the oblivious Eddie on the couch and looked at the letters. Each of them had one of the brothers’ names on it and a return address of "California Youth Baseball Camp". He sniggered to himself as he waved his wand over the one of the envelopes. It now had a completely return different address on it. To make sure the boys’ parents were totally on board with his scheme, he magically created a third parcel addressed to them, just as the second envelope now was. Merely touching the package would ’remind’ them of their recent change of plans.

As he was closing the door, Randy pointed his wand at the boy on the couch.

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Gratefully Lisa took her pay from Ashley’s father, Mr. Perkins and headed home. She hoped her parents would see that she was being responsible and ease up on some of her restrictions soon.

As Lisa walked up her driveway, her mom and dad came out of the house looking explosively angry.

"What now?" She had wanted some time to herself to get her hmework done, but now it looked like she would have to watch her brother Nicky again.

"Get in the car now young lady!" Her father growled in a tightly controlled voice.

"But what about Nicky?" Lisa stammered.

"Your mother has hired a babysitter for the evening. Get in!" Her father yanked the rear passenger door open violently.

"What’s going on? Mom? Dad?" But she got no answer other than the bulging eyed stare of her parents.

Fearfully, Lisa got in the car.

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As Michelle waked home carrying Kenny, she was glad of Lucy’s conversation. Despite being under four feet tall, Kenny was getting heavy. At least he was finally asleep. It sure made dressing him in front of that pesky camera crew a lot easier. If Kenny had been awake he would have put up a real fuss. As it was, Lucy had grabbed a clean onesie out of the boy’s diaper bag and pulled it on him with no resistance, commenting on the cute phrase printed in light blue lettering on the front.

Michelle had been surprised by that. Why would Linda have such a thing, let alone expect her sixteen year-old son to wear it? Michelle kept silent though. There was something definitely wrong here and she had no idea what it was. She just let her new friend dress the boy and simply shrugged. She knew she would get to the bottom of it sooner or later.

At the door, both women exchanged numbers and promises to call and parted company, Michelle heading inside to put the boy in her bed. After all, her bed had the plastic sheet on it now. There was no point in risking ruining Randy’s mattress now that he was completely dry at night. She wondered once again why she had put the plastic sheet on her bed, instead of throwing it away. She was glad she had done so, now that she had a boy in diapers sleeping there. ’But what about the Depends I put on last night? And why did I PEE in them?! Was it really some sort of penance for making Randy wear GoodNites for so long?’ It was giving her a headache trying to figure it out. So instead, she made a cup of tea and sat down to watch some television.

When the doorbell finally rang, Michelle answered it gratefully. Linda’s sister and nephew were finally here to pick up Kenny.

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Randy walked the streets, revelling in his newfound powers and was finding that he liked it a lot. Not just over the Kenny and his gang, but he could do this to anybody. A small voice within him said that it would be wrong to do that kind of thing to perfect strangers, but Randy pushed the voice away. It wasn’t as if he had done anything to other people, really. Besides even if he DID, it wouldn’t be like what he did to the bullies who tormented him.

He passed by Sam Porter’s house. Sam was outside with a book on chess openings. He decided to stop in and say hi.

"Hey Sam! How’s it going?"

Sam looked up anxiously, then a look of relief spread across his face as he recognized his friend Randy. "Hey Randy." He replied. "Not great, really. I was just thinking about that bully Dennis..."

"Oh him. I wouldn’t worry about him anymore. I just had a little talk with him and I don’t think he will be bullying anybody anymore." Dennis said confidently.

Sam gave a rueful laugh. "Yeah. Right. Like a guy like us could stop one of those thugs!"

Leaning in, Randy said earnestly, "No, I’m serious. He won’t be bothering you any more. In fact," he added, "I bet he apologizes to you very nicely tomorrow at school." Randy would make sure it would happen.

Sam looked back at his book, muttering, "Sure. And then he’ll give me a blowjob." Sam had grown up with these kinds of bullies as much as Randy. He knew an apology was less likely than an elephant appearing in his living room!

Randy chuckled. "You never know, Sam. He just might at that!"

Explaining he had other business to do Randy left and began walking downtown. ’I wonder what bus would take me to the television station?’ BUt he didn’t even know where the station was located and he didn’t know the bus routes other than to school and back. Spotting a woman in a grey Subaru stopped at a red light, Randy asked, "Excuse me, ma’am. Do you know where the Channel 7 new station is?"

The woman looked over, startled. "Er... Yes it’s about fifteen miles south of here."

Fifteen miles! It would take Randy ages to find his way down there and he wanted to get there before the seven o’clock news! Randy didn’t see any choice. He whipped out his wand and pointed it at the woman. "Then why don’t you drive me there?"

Randy sat in the back as the woman drove, a frightened look in her eyes. She said, "How are you making me do this? I have a flight to catch. I don’t want to..."

Randy flicked his wand lazily and said "Shut up and just drive." He could get used to this, he thought happily.

The woman, whose name Randy learned was Emily, pulled into a loading zone in front of the station. "Here we are. Please hurry. I think I can still catch my plane."

Randy thought about it for a minute. How was he going to get home? He could make somebody else take him home, but he already had this woman under his control, didn’t he? Finally he said, "Why don’t you wait here for me? I’ll only be in for a little bit."

"But I can’t wait here! This is a loading zone and my flight..."

Randy aimed his wand again at the woman. "Then circle the block untill I get out. Just wait for me OK?"

The woman nodded mutely, looking more frightened than ever of the blond boy who had the mysterious control over her. As soon as he was out of the car, Emily planned to drive to the airport immediately. Then, while she waited for her plane, she would call the cops. That was her plan anyway.

Randy hopped out of the car and entered the building, walking easily and humming to himself. His first obstacle was the security guard, but with his wand that was no problem at all. The guard ’volunteered’ to take Randy directly to the office of the camera crew.

’Yes, indeed. I could get VERY used to this.’ Randy thought.

In the office, Randy found the crew members he had enchanted earlier arguing with a woman who was clearly their boss.

The woman was shouting, "I don’t care what you people think or why! You can NOT put that on the air! That retard’s parents could sue us! And the censors wouldn’t allow it anyway!"

Randy dismissed the guard and cut into the arguments of the crew. "Excuse me gentlemen... and lady, I think I can help sort this out."

Everyone turned in his direction and the boss(she was a senior producer) snarled, "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here? I’m calling security!" She headed for a phone hanging on the wall.

Quick as a flash Randy had his trusty wand out again. "I think not." Five minutes later Randy was shown into the office of the censor and left shortly thereafter, humming aloud, a huge grin plastered on his face.

As he headed for the elevators, the producer came rushing up to him with what Randy knew to be a CD in her hand. Randy took it and dismissed the woman airily.

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Dennis jumped up as he heard the front door slam. His parents were home! He quickly tore off the much abused ’adult’ diaper and threw it it the closet. Then Dennis grabbed a towel and rushed to the bathroom. He needed to shower in the worst way.

Towelling off, Dennis came down to find his parents at the table and talking earnestly to Eddie. Eddie was clearly upset about something and it soon became clear what.

"But you said I could go to the same camp as Dennis!" His little brother whined. "You promised!"

Dennis kept a straight face at that. He was glad the little runt wouldn’t be bothering him all the time he was at camp. It looked like things were finally going his way, somewhat. He watched with amusement as his brother stomped around the house, throwing a tantrum.

"Dennis, come over here" Came his mom’s subdued voice. His mom and dad were sitting at the table with the camp letters and a small, flattish package that had obviously been opened, though it was closed right now.

In a better mood than he had been in all week, Dennis sat down at his parents’ request.

"We’re not sending you two to the same camp this year."

Dennis beamed, though he had already figured that much out himself.

His mother continued as his father glanced away, "We don’t want anyone to be embarrassed there." Dennis couldn’t agree more. He had been trying to tell his parents that the little brat would embarrass him constantly at camp, ever since they suggested it.

Seeing what she mistook as a smile of gratitude on her son’s face, Dianne coninued, somewhat heartened. "We called the camp and the administrators felt that your er... night-time problem..."

Dennis spluttered at that. "W- What!?" Surely his mom wasn’t talking about his ’bed-wetting’? She had promised not to tell his dad! And the people at baseball camp knew now, too? He suddenly felt dizzy.

His father coughed in an embarrassed sort of way, "Well, we had to tell them. It’s not like it could be hidden from them. You can’t hide a bed that smells like piss or your umm... ’protection’ the whole time you are there."

"Yes, well, anyway they said your ’special problem’ might make it hard for Eddie to make friends or get picked for a team when everyone finds out his older brother still wets his bed, so..."

Dennis gaped in disbelief. He still couldn’t get it through his head. The worst possible thing that could of happened. His dad knew. ’Oh my God! He knows! Oh shit! What am I gonna do!’ Dennis was glad he was sitting down. His knees had just gotten rubbery and he felt faint.

"The staff was very helpful though." Dianne added brightly, watching her son’s reaction carefully. "They suggested another camp where you won’t have to worry about that. Here." She passed over the open letter.

Dennis reached for it automatically. He was still stunned by the news that his father knew about ’his problem’. "You mean, I’ll go to a different baseball camp?" He asked.

His father coughed again. "No. Not exactly..." Dennis’ father rumbled.

Dennis looked down at the Camp letterhead. Immediately his eyes shot up in dismay. "Mom! NO!"

"It’s a special camp for children with special needs like yours, honey." His mom said consolingly.

Dennis looked around and spotted his brother sitting on the couch and ignoring them all. He sighed with relief. At least Eddie had not overheard them! Dennis glanced at his parents briefly before looking down at the letterhead again. "Camp Dry Times - A SAFE place for incontinent and bed-wetting children."

"You- You can’t be serious! I don’t - " Dennis clamped his mouth shut. He had almost said he didn’t wet the bed. He didn’t of course, but he still had to pretend he did in order to explain the adult diapers he had been caught wearing. ’Shit! How am I going to get out of this! I’m just going to have to prove to them I am cured before...’ Dennis looked at the camp’s start date: ’Friday after next. No problem. Eleven dry nights and there is no way they would put me in a bedwetting camp!’

Keeping his voice low so his brother wouldn’t overhear, Dennis said, "But mom I think I’m OK now. I won’t wet the bed anymore. I am sure of it."

"What do you mean?" His father asked angrily. "Your mother said your er... diaper was soaked this morning!"

"Dad!" Dennis stiffened and glanced at Eddie, who was thankfully still oblivious to their conversation. He couldn’t believe his parents were talking to him about this as if it were competely normal. Or that his dad had said the ’D’ word right in front of his little brother! It was way worse then he could have ever imagined.

Dianne looked around for some other subject to talk about and her eyes fell upon the package at her elbow. "One other thing Dennis." She added, "We special ordered you some extra protection for your bed. The company has just overnighted it. Why don’t you put it on your bed after dinner?" She phrased it more like an order than a request, sliding the package to her very stunned teenaged son.

Dennis opened the package in trepidation. Inside was a pastel colored plastic sheet patterened with teddy bears.

"They must have been out of the plain white ones." Dianne said apologetically. "So they sent us this one at no extra charge." She added as if he should be grateful for such a kindness.

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Randy walked into his house cheerily, his evening’s ’chauffeur’, Emily, at his heels. His mom was watching TV and he wordlessly commanded her not to turn around, but to turn to channel 7 and watch it untill the seven o’clock news ended. Then he pulled the unwilling woman upstairs. All this control over people had made him hungry. Or more precisely, horny. and Emily just happened to be available to relieve his needs.

The woman shut the door behind him at his command.

"Get down and suck it, Emily. Take it all in your mouth and suck it untill you swallow my cum!" He said hoarsely, his throbbing dick already growing in anticipation. Man, it felt great to have so much power!

Slowly and without wanting to, Emily kneeled in front of Randy and began unzipping his fly...

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Michelle watched the news in annoyance. Normally, she preffered the channel 4 news as being more informative and less biased, but for some reason she was unwilling to switch the channels or even to get up. She frowned and continued watching, unable to tear her eyes from the screen.

Halfway through the program, Michelle heard Randy shouting exitedly, but she continued watching even during the commercial break. She wondered what had happened, but found herself unwilling to go check on it. Sometime later she heard the front door open and close and shortly after she heard a car drive off.

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Emily drove to the airport and parked, looking at her watch. Shit! She had missed her flight! And not just by a few minutes either. She was an hour late! A confused Emily entered the terminal in somewhat of a daze, a mysterious and salty taste in her mouth. She would just have to reschedule her meeting and catch a later flight.

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Meanwhile, at the Lormann’s house Michelle watched as the last portion of the news came on. Normally she shut off the TV at this point, because the human interest/fluff pieces irritated her the most. Wasting valuable air time on things that weren’t even newsworthy(in her opinion). But still she watched, as with horror she recognized the all-too-familiar scene unfolding on the screen: "A fine warm day brings families to the park in droves. Ice cream and games were the words of the day. A special kind of day. And speaking of special, here we find two women helping their special child..." There were Michelle, Randy, Lucy and Kenny, his legs up in the air and his butt being powdered on the seven o’clock news! Michelle stared unblinkingly at the boy’s nakedness, Kenny’s penis and testcles barely covered by a miniscule black censor bar. She could see the obviously soiled diaper at the boy’s feet even as Michelle watched herself pull the diaper between Ken’s legs and finally cover his tiny genitalia. The reporter droned on about how great it was that the retarded could also get out and enjoy the day’s events. A close up showed Kenny’s eyes scrunched up(apparently against the sunlight in his face). The scene cut to other kids in the park but returned to Kenny as Lucy and Michelle put the now sleeping boy into his printed onesie. "...Kenny Haskins, ’Mommy’s Special Little Boy’ enjoys a nap in the sun." The announcer continued. "Well that’s it for tonight, folks. We’ll see you tomorrow for another edition of Seven at Seven."

Stunned and greatly distressed at what she had seen, Michelle wondered ’Just what the hell is happening here. Did I wish that on Kenny?’ Michelle thought back to her requests from Vengeance, Incorporated and her conversation with the woman, Susan. Perhaps this was Michelle’s fault after all. Hadn’t she wished for Kenny to be humiliated in front of the whole world? But this was awful! Seeing it on television made her regret her heated decision. Nobody deserved that! But at least it was just the local news. No one outside the Tri-city area would ever see that footage. And perhaps Kenny, who was now sleeping blissfully upstairs whould never find out.

Upstairs, Randy finished uploading the video on to Youtube(TM). He grinned as he logged in to watch it and rate it with five stars. Finally he left a comment to get the ball rolling; "This has got to be the funniest video ever! I know this guy! He lives at..."

Randy shut off his computer, knowing that soon(with the help of his incredible wand) Kenny would be famous as being the star of the most famous viral in the history of Youtube(TM).

TBC...

 

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