Buying Diapers

Chapter 10
Buying Diaers 43 -44

Buying Diapers

Chapter 43 - A Day That Will Live In Infamy... or is that Infancy?

Lisa sat in her first period class, trying to ignore the snide

comments and giggles of her classmates. Her stomach growled loudly

enough to cause a few more rude comments from the girls behind her.

She was already embarrassed that the teacher had had to find a

second chair to allow her to sit comfortably at her desk.

"Looks like the three plates of sausages she ate for breakfast

wasn’t enough." And "Yeah, not to mention twenty pancakes and a

gallon of whole milk!" The laughter errupted anew, causing tears to

fall down her fat cheeks. She once again wiped her face dry, not

wanting them to know how much the teasing had got to her.

It had started with her parents this morning, of course.

Lisa had gotten out of bed slowly, heaving her bulky form up with

difficulty. She felt disgusting. She looked down and saw rolls of

fat everywhere. From her belly on up.

She couldn’t see anything below. She cried silently as she felt her

huge ass with her hands. It was bigger than the living room

television! She had just decided to stay home, when her mom came

barging in, a look of disgust on her face.

"You haven’t even tried to keep on your diet, have you?" Her mother

had demanded. When Lisa protested, her mom insisted she get on the

scale and Lisa reluctantly agreed after her mom had asked if she

would rather get a spanking from her dad. When she got on the scale

it spun rapidly, but even she could not believe the number. One hundred and

twenty pounds!?

Sally Ann had gasped at the number, immediately grasping the

significance. When she made Lisa slowly take one leg of the scale

the numbers went down; past zero and then to 220 lbs. It was the

highest number on the scale.

Afterwards, she had tried to get dressed, only to find that the only

thing that still fit her was her Muumuu, and that was tight at the

seams. Even her socks and shoes were now too small. She had tried to

get them on vainly for several minutes while her mother watched

contemptuously.

First, Lisa had to bend over to get to her feet and had only managed

it by bending down and sideways, grunting and making her fart

loudly. She had turned bright red as her mother choked, her eyes

nearly popping out of her head.

Even then, she had struggled to pull the socks on and when that

seemed impossible, simply put on the the shoes without the socks.

They fit, but just barely. She couldn’t get both of her hands down

at the same time past her bulky midsection and thighs, her now

grossly enlarged breasts keeping her chest far from her knees.

Glowing with embarrassment she had tried to pull the buckles

together one handed. But it was no use. the strap would simply not

meet the clasp, even with her mothers assistance.

Lisa had begged to be excused from school at that point, but her

mother refused, saying they would have to go back to ’the fat girl’s

store’ again and buy larger clothes.

"And you’ll have to pay us back for those as well." Sally Ann had

insisted. That was when Lisa again began to sob, large tears welling

up in her eyes.

Lisa had sat at the table while her parents ate breakfast, staring

at her empty plate. Her parents berated her for her lack of

self-control while eating their eggs and toast.

Lisa had tried to explain that it wasn’t her fault. She had only

eaten a regular meal yeterday, but her father snorted disbelievingly

and her mom had called her a ’filthy pig of a liar’. For the third

time since she had awoken, Lisa cried openly, hanging her head in

shame.

After the trip to the store, Lisa had a new outfit that only

accentuated her large, bulky shape. It was an unattractive pink

dress that fell short of her knees, but it was one of the few that

fit her. Her mother had picked out another pair of those horrible

black, size eight and a half, triple ’E’ Mary Janes and white ankle

socks as well. Finally she had picked out the largest ’granny panties’

the store carried; they were a snug fit.

Her mother had dismissed her protests at the ugly clothing while

handing the clerk her card.

Sitting at her desk, Lisa hoped the day would end soon. Her only

consolation was she wouldn’t have to be in gym. None of the gym

clothes were in anything near her size. She dabbed at her eyes

again, hoping Randy would not be too disgusted with her appearance

that he would no longer like her. No one else would even talk to

her. Even the fat girls in the school wouldn’t talk to her, having

to endure the formerly popular cheerleader’s endless advice on how

to diet and dress nicer in years past.

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Ken pleaded with his mom to let him stay home alone as she pulled up

in front of the school. "Mom! I don’t want to wear these things (he

indicated his ’disposable briefs’) to school! Can’t I stay home? I

could do all the house work and.."

Linda’s reply was sharp. "No. I told you, you may not stay home

unsupervised and I simply don’t have time to find you a babysitter

today." When she saw Kenny’s crestfallen look, her voice softened a

little. "Mommy has a lot of work to do today honey. So be a good boy

and go to school OK?" She paused a second. "Hold on. You need a note

to get out of your gym class." She reached for a pen and a notepad

and began writing a note.

When she was finished she reached into her purse and pulled out a

safety pin and pinned the note to his jacket. "Go to the school

nurse and give her this note." She said, then reached over him to

open his door.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, Ken grumbled as he got out of the car. His

mom called out to him, holding out his backpack. He had forgotten

about it in all the rush to get out of the house. Not that he ever

used any of his books, unless one of the teachers were insistent

when he was in class. The only book he ever used was his hollowed

out math book. And he didn’t even have any cigarettes in there

anymore.

He wished he had though. He felt he really could use one. He hadn’t

had a cigarette in a couple of days. ’Maybe I’ll bum one from one of

the guys. If they’ll even talk to a shrimp like me, that is.’

He grabbed the backpack, surprised at its lightness. It seemed more

full than he was used to it, too. Shrugging, he turned and headed

for the Nurse’s Office. Not that he wanted to. His mom had told him

to go there and he knew he would have to go there.

As his mom drove off, he ripped the note off of his jacket and

stuffed it into his pocket. He remembered well how his mom had

always pinned notes to his jacket when he was younger. Up untill he

was six, anyway. When he had pleaded with her that he was too old

for that kind of babyish thing. He kicked the dirt in disgust.

As he opened the office door, several younger (but taller) girls

were talking to the secretary and, seeing him, began to giggle.

Defensively Ken hung his head and used the pack to cover his crotch,

hoping to conceal the bulky area.

Miss Phelps saw the boy enter and called out to him. "Good morning

Kenny! Nurse Washington is expecting you. Go right in." Which casued

the ninth graders to giggle once more as they left for classes. Kenny

bkushed deeper at that, though he tried to convince himself that there

was no way they could know what he was wearing under his pants.

The tall, black nurse seemed even taller than usual today (but then,

everybody did), but if she noticed his diminished height, she didn’t

mention it. He pulled the note out of his pocket and thrust it at

her, not looking up. Everything looked different to him. The desk

came up to his chest now and the small examination bed with its roll

of paper to keep it antiseptic, now came up to his chin!

LaQuisha Washington opened the note and read: "Dear Nurse; My son

Kenny is having more difficulties and has been unable to make it to

the toilet for some time now. Unfortunately, that has required me

putting him back in diapers..."

LaQuisha glanced at the boy, nervously holding his pack in front of

him and frowned. ’These white boys get away with too much.’ If one

of her sons had wet himself, she would have sent him to school and

let him wet himself in front of everybody and insist that he be

spanked at school and at home for such outrageous behavior.

She looked back to the letter, grimly reading: "I would appreciate

it if you would check him several times to see if he needs a change.

I have packed his diapers and supplies in his bag. There should be

more than enough for a couple of days. Please make sure he is

excused from gym class as well. I do not want him embarrassed

changing into his gym clothes in front of the other children..."

LaQuisha snorted. ’I should think so. A boy his age wearing DIAPERS?’

If he really needed to wear them he should be sent to the

handicapped school down the street, where he could get the care he

needed. This was a school, not a daycare center!

What these white boys needed was some discipline. No one in her

family would fail to make sure this boy was treated correctly. She

finished the letter, setting it on her desk and out of the boys

short reach.

Ken stared glumly, hoping his mom had kept her promise to keep him

out of gym.

"Well?! Give me the bag and go sit on the exam bed." The nurse said

exasperatedly.

Ken looked up surprised. "W-What? I..."

"Move it boy! Or I’ll give you a swat on your behind. Now!"

Ken knew he wasn’t in a position to disobey, but he had a bad

feeling about this. Did she know about his ’protective underwear’?

He couldn’t get enough leverage, nor did he have enough strength to

pull himself onto the exam bed, even using the short stool placed in

front of it. Then Ken felt the nurse’s hands underneath his armpits

as she pulled him onto the bed. Ken winced at the slight crackle his

bottom made as he was plunked down. He hoped she would mistake the

noise for the paper underneath him.

The nurse looked at the boy, her hands on her hips and her lips

pursed. When he didn’t move, she reached over and unbuttoned his

pants.

"Hey!" Ken yelled, slapping at her hands. "What the hell do you

think you are doing?"

LaQuisha had had enough. The boy’s use of foul language had

affronted her Baptist sensibilities and rudeness from a young child

was not tolerated in her family in any case. Not at all. Still, she

knew how to deal with that.

She brushed his arms aside and yanked his pants down to his ankles,

exposing his disposable diaper. She took a moment to see that it was

dry before turning the protesting boy on his face, pinning his arms

behind him. *Smack! SMACK! SMACK!* LaQuisha had been a mother long

enough to know better than removing his diaper. Babies and young

children had a tendency to wet themselves more often under the

stress of a spanking. Still, she wanted the boy to know she was

serious, and from years of experience, began spanking the tops of

his thighs, just below his diapered butt, where she was sure she

would get his attention the fastest.

Ken began yelling immediately. Not just for the indignity of being

spanked by a school nurse, either. She was spanking him HARD!

The door burst open. "LaQuisha! What on earth..." Regina stopped

midsentence. She didn’t have to ask what was going on. Even as the

nurse and the boy looked her way, the nurse continued to spank the

diapered teen. She goggled at the sight, only then remembering the

recording that had been played the night before.

Suddenly it became clear to her. It was Kenny and his mother that

had been on the recording. She shook her head slightly. For a moment

she had been sure it had been young Randy Lormann and his mother,

but she remembered clearly now the confrontation in the principal’s

office. Michelle Lormann had been consoling the distraught Linda

Haskins as Mrs. Haskins admitted that her son needed to wear diapers.

The shocked silence had continued for some time, as everyone had

felt sorry for the mother of such a child.

LaQuisha hushed the crying boy and turned part of her attention

towards the secretary. *SMACK!* "This boy has just sassed me, using

foul language! I will not tolerate such behavior! " And with a final

swat she let the crying, deeply embarrassed boy sit up.

"Kenny!" Regina was shocked. "Did you use naughty language? Shame on

you!" Looking over at the boy, she addressed the nurse again. "Have

you changed him already? That was fast." She declared.

"He was dry. I’ll be sending him to class in a minute." LaQuisha

opened up the boys bag and removed almost a dozen rather large disposable

diapers, a pop-up container of baby wipes and a small bottle of baby

powder and put them up on a shelf. She zipped up the bag and handed

it back to the sobbing boy. "I will send a note to your gym teacher

saying you don’t have to dress for PE. Just go there and wait till

the bell for your next class. I want you back here before your third

class so I can change your diaper. I’m sure you’ll need a

change by then from what your mother says."

Ken was stunned by the whole event. His ass still smarted from the

spanking. His mother had told the nurse about his problem! And

probably the secretary too! Miss Phelps didn’t seem surprised at all

to see him wearing a- An ’adult brief’, he thought defiantly. ’They

aren’t diapers! They’re just special protecion!’ He said to himself.

This had to be the worst day of his life ever.

Little did he know how wrong he was.

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Ken tried again to take the reins of his life back into his hands.

He crept past his classroom door and headed to the smoking hang out

into the quad. There, he ran into some of the seniors having a smoke

and talking about girls they claimed to have fucked. They stopped

speaking when they noticed his approach, one of the jocks nudged the

other and nodded in Ken’s direction. The taller boy looked around

and then down, spotting Ken’s waddling approach, and sniggered.

Rumors had been flying around school all morning. The original

recording of ’the diaper kid’ had been found and, to no ones real

surprise, it was supposed to be little Kenny on the tape!

The smaller jock(Who was still almost twice Ken’s new size) winked

at his friend and addressed the small boy. "Hey Short Stuff.

Shouldn’t you be in class, coloring with your crayons?" The boys

guffawed loudly at this and one of them bent double in laughter.

Ken squared his shoulders nervously. He should just leave, but he

knew from years of experience that the only way to deal with guys

like this, was to look them in the eye and make sure they treat you

like an equal. "Got a cigarette?" He said nonchalantly, walking to

the nearest smoker.

This sent the boys into gales of laughter again, until one of the

boys, grinning at the others said, "Sure Tiny. Would you like a

light as well? But be careful. It might stunt your growth!" Again

the laughter was raucous.

Ken held his ground, his cheeks burning. The boy who had made the

last joke actually held out a cigarette to him at last and he

reached for it gratefully. He lit up and inhaled deeply, causing the

other boys to eye him carefully, waiting for him to start coughing

and choking. Ken exhaled a perfect smoke ring, causing some of the

jocks to goggle in wonderment. "Thanks. I needed that."

Halfway through his cigarette, the others watching him

disbelievingly, a teacher came hurtling into the quad straight at

the group of boys.

Mr. Pance stormed up behind Ken and slapped the cigarette out of his

mouth angrily. He turned to the other boys who were looking around

nervously now. "Which one of you gave this little boy a cigarette?!"

He demanded crossly.

The boys all denied responsibility and quickly left at the teacher’s

admonitions. Ken had sidled away and was about to make a break for

it when Mr. Pance grabbed him and shook his shoulders, causing Ken’s

head to wobble on his weakened neck muscles. "If I EVER catch you

trying to smoke with the big boys again, I will put you over my knee

young man! Do you hear me?" The teacher was outraged at such

irresponsible behavior on the older boys’ part. And while he had

never physically punished a student in his twenty years as a

teacher, he was sorely tempted to do so with this boy. He was too

young to be doing such things!

Ken tried to pull himself free as Mr.Pance pulled the struggling boy

towards his class. When the teacher picked him up and threatened to

spank him right then and there in the quad, he went limp and was

reluctantly returned to class.

The entire class giggled to see their teacher come storming in,

grasping Kenny’s hand as if he were a young child. It added up with

the rumours that had been flying around school.

Ken sat down and pulled out his book, only to have it

unceremoniously pulled away and in it’s place Mr. Pance gave him

another book entitled ’THE ADVENTURES OF BENNY AND WATCH: Boxcar

Children Early Readers by Gertrude Chandler Warner’. Ken groaned as

giggles erupted around him and Mr. Pance returned to his desk.

It got worse, though. When Ken had ignored the book; simply refusing

to read it, Mr. Pance had assigned one of the girls to ’help him

read’. Ken gave in and began reading. He knew he had to figure a way

out of this mess, and soon. Otherwise he would go crazy and maybe

even bring a gun to class and shoot them all. Thinking about it, it

didn’t seem half that bad.

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After his second period class ended, Ken went to his gym class. The

gym teacher told him he was supposed to be in

the Nurse’s Office and had one of the boy’s take him there.

They walked in silence, Ken’s ’brief’ was no longer as noisy, since

he had wet himself twice during his last class. He had only realized

he needed to go just as the piss started puring out of him and he

had sat there quietly, ashamed of his lack of control once again.

’At least it’s not as loud, though.’ He thought, grimly aware of how

low his expectations had dropped of late.

The nurse clucked over him as she changed him, while the other boy

waited in the main office. He hid his eyes as she removed the wet

’underpants’ and wiped him with a damp wipe, causing him to shudder.

LaQuisha looked down at the pathetic boy as she powdered his bottom.

"I can’t believe a boy your age is still in diapers. If one of my

boys wet themselves at your age I would have spanked them raw and

left their naked butts outside for everyone to see! You should be

ashamed of yourself!" She grabbed a clean diaper and lifted him up,

depositing him heavily on it. She then taped the diaper quickly into

place, only then noticing the designs on the tapes.

They were printed with the word "Pampers" repeated in that company’s

logo. She arched her eyebrows, somewhat surprised. She had assumed

the diapers were some special brand for retarded and physically

handicapped children. She had never heard of Pampers being made in

such a large size.

Ken had started to protest when called them ’diapers’, but held his

tongue, not wanting another spanking. He was being spanked and

threatened with being spanked so often now, it was getting

ridiculous!

The two boy’s trudged back to the gymnasium where the other kids

were practicing for the National Physical Fitness Exam. Ken sat down

on the bench to watch as the boys climbed the rope or did sit-ups.

Suddenly the coaches whistle blew and the coach walked angrily up to

Ken, demanding why he was not participating.

Ken stammered nervously. "But - But the nurse said I don’t have to

do gym today."

The gym coach looked sternly at Kenny, no pity in his eyes. "What

the nurse said" He began, "was that you didn’t have to dress for gym

today! She didn’t say anything about not participating! Now get out

there and get to the pull up bar. Move!"

Ken shook his head. There was no way he was going up in front of the

whole class in his new state. He would go to the office and ask the

nurse to clarify her note. But, the coached yanked him to his feet

and marched him to the bar, silencing the class as he did so. He

didn’t have time to deal with all these namby-pamby sissies and geeks

that parents were turning out these days. He was a Gym Coach! Not some

damn baby sitter! He took this job to turn boys into men! Not Wusses!

Ken yelled and fought widly, cursing the man who half carried, half

dragged him to the front of the class. The man effortlessly lifted

Ken up to the bar, commanding him to hang on or be dropped. Ken

grabbed on.

The coach stepped back and pulled out his stop watch. "Go!"

Ken knew he was good at this kind of thing before he had been turned

into a freak and hoped he still had some of his old strength left.

With his new, smaller body it ought to be easier. He pulled,

straining and shaking as he tried to lift his body to the bar above

his head.

The coach watched for three or four seconds as Ken struggled to lift

himself up. He stopped his watch, sighing and pointed to one of the

boys in his class to give Ken a hand.

When a child couldn’t do a regular pull up, they were given another

option. They were lifted up to the top of the bar

and had to hold that position as long as they could. Few of them

made it past ten seconds if they didn’t have the strength to pull

themselves up in the first place. It was what he and the other

coaches called ’girlie pull ups’.

Unfortunatley for Ken, the boy that the coach had indicated, had

been an up-and-coming bully himself, but Ken’s dominating presence

had kept the other cruel boy down. And though the boy couldn’t

possibly figure out, nor remember how such a puny runt could have

done such a thing, he knew a good chance for revenge when he saw it.

The teen walked up behind Ken and quickly pulled down the

hanging boy’s pants to his ankles.

There was a moment of silence before all pandemonium broke loose as

the bully realized gleefully that his ploy had worked far better

than he could have ever dreamed.

Ken was pulling with all his might, when he felt a tug at his waist.

He thought the coach had come to take him down or make him do the

’girlie pull ups’. When he felt the cool breeze on his legs, he went

into a moment of absolute shock. It was so unthinkable, his mind

went numb, his hands locked on the bars and his diaper in plain

view. (He had preteneded to himself it wasn’t a diaper until now,

but in a flash it was clear.) There was no denying that he was a

sixteen year-old diaper-wearer. And the whole school had just found

out.

Even as his hands finally loosened, so did his bowels. He screamed

the high pitch screech of a little girl as he fell to the floor.

"NOooooooo!"

Chapter 44 - Truth Or Consequences

Dennis walked into his third class, avoiding the eyes of his

classmates. He was sweating in his heavy sweater. Underneath his

jeans he was wearing the adult diaper that Randy had insisted he wear

today. Over the diaper he wore two pairs of underwear and had his

longest t-shirt tucked into his pants as well. He was hot with in

all the clothing and this was drawing more stares than he would

like. He didn’t care though. At least they didn’t know what was

underneath.

He bumped into a grossly fat girl, and looked up, muttering an

apology. He stopped mid-sentence. He goggled in amazement when he

realized he knew the girl. It was Lisa! She was as big as a house!

She somehow must have gained nearly two hundred pounds in less than a week!

Both teens looked away from each other in embarrassment. Dennis

walked on, thinking furiously. So Randy got to Lisa too! It’s not

fair! Why had Randy done such horrible things to them? And why had

he ignored Kenny? Kenny was the one who had instigated the "joke" in

the fist place.’ Dennis had seen Kenny earlier that day and he

seemed the same as always.

Shorter than most of the other students and very childish, perhaps

Randy felt that Kenny’s deficiency in height and maturity had made

Randy pity him enough to leave him alone. Dennis wondered if Kenny’s

diminutive height was the reason he had decided to belittle his

younger, bigger neighbor in the first place.

Dennis slipped into his next class and froze just inside the

doorway. Some of his classmates were whispering and giggling and he

had distinctly heard the phrase ’diaper kid’ from one of them. He

turned around to leave, when he caught Kenny’s name and turned back

in amazement. How could they think that Kenny was the diaper kid?

For a second Dennis had thought they were talking about him.

He sidled closer to the group, listening to the rumours they shared.

Someone had found the original tape? But then how could they think

it was Kenny? Kenny had taped that conversation between Randy and

his mother. Hadn’t he?

Suddenly he wasn’t so sure. His eyes misted over and when he rubbed

them, things began to clear up.

It was Kenny on that tape, he was sure. How could he have forgotten?

Dennis and Lisa had found out that Ken was a bed wetter and left

some of Lisa’s brother’s diapers in his room, then recorded the

conversation and played it at school for a joke.

He unconciously smoothed his sweater, tugging down the hem. He

wished he could remove it. But he was wearing a diaper and the long

sweater covered the bulge. His sensitive penis and testicles felt a

small electric shock with each step he was taking and that combined

with the diaper made it hard for him to walk normally. He sat down

listening to the whispered conversation of his nearest classmates,

grinning at the success of his strategy. Ken was such a little

immature twerp and was always trying to hang out with Dennis. This

would surely put a stop to the little kid’s pestering. If nothing

else, it gave him the perfect excuse not to hang around Kenny

anymore. And with school ending in only one week, he didn’t want to

spend the summer hanging around a sixteen year-old bedwetter, who

looked more like a nine year-old.

He looked at the whispering kids again, his eyes dropping to catch a

glimpse of a bulge in one of the basketball player’s shorts. His

dick twitched again in his diaper. He hated what a pervert he had

become recently. He looked away in shame, but he couldn’t shut out

the image of the guy dropping his shorts and fucking Dennis up the ass.

The image was so clear in his mind, he blushed wondering if everyone

could tell what he was thinking. His hands covered his crotch,

barely moving back and forth as the teacher instructed them to open

their books and be quiet.

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Randy looked around the hallway, grinning from ear-to-ear. He felt

like he owned the world. He had watched carefully and seen each one

of his victims that morning. First, he had seen Lisa and Dennis on

the bus. Lisa was now so fat that she had taken up two seats on the

bus. There was no room for anyone to sit next to her, even if they

wanted to. He had slid lower in his seat to better observe her

without having her fawn all over him in front of all the other

students.

It was fine when they were alone and he could enjoy paying her back

for her part in shaming him, but he didn’t want to lose his newfound

popularity by being seen with the fattest kid in school. Maybe even

the state.

When Dennis had gotten on the bus, he sat in front, seemingly not

seeing anyone. At first, Randy had wondered why, until he remembered

his threat to the older boy yesterday. ’He must be wearing the

diaper like I told him to. That explains the sweater on a hot June

day.’ He considered insisting the boy take the sweater off, but

still wanted to avoid the attentions of Lisa, who sat between Dennis

and himself. He turned back to his conversation with the boys and

girls sitting near him. Randy was popular enough to talk to(By kids

other than the geeks he usually hung out with. He decided he wouldn’t

waste time with those losers anymore).

Now he was watching Kenny being carried to the office, crying like a

baby. And he looked like one too. He was wearing a diaper and his

gym shirt, with his pants around his ankles as he kicked and tried

to beg the gym coach to let him pull up his pants.

Everyone around Randy was laughing uproariously at the diapered boy.

Further, there was a large brown spot on the back of the diaper,

clearly indicating Kenny had shit his pants during gym. ’Well, shit

his diapers, anyway.’

Randy wondered how Kenny had managed to get into the gym without

anyone noticing his diaper in the first place.

Randy’s ears perked up when some of the other students began talking

about the ’lunch time announcement’ from last week. He was surprised

to hear that almost everyone had been sure that it was Ken on the

tape the whole time. He frowned slightly. The tape quality had been

poor, but surely no one would confuse Randy’s voice with the former

bully’s. Then one of the younger student’s spoke up, laughing louder.

"Yeah. My mom was at the school meeting last night and she swears

she heard the whole tape, unedited. Apparently the little shrimp had

been wearing Pull-Ups until recently and his mom put him back in

diapers."

One of the girls laughed scornfully. "Haw Haw! I knew it was him on

that tape! What a big baby!"

Another boy spoke up as Kenny was carried into the office, still

trying desperately to cover up. "Why do they let a retard like that

into regular school anyways? He should be in daycare." The boy

declared derisively.

"Maybe his mom can’t afford a babysitter." Suggested a cheerleader,

walking up to the knot of teens.

Randy listened to all of this with surprise. Something was

definitely wrong here. The more he thought about it, the stranger it

seemed to him. He had cursed Kenny to have a tiny penis and balls

and even yesterday cursed him to be little and have no teeth, but he

hadn’t cursed him to actually need the diapers. Not that he minded.

Kenny was getting what he deserved, after all. Still, it was a

puzzle.

And why did everyone believe it was Ken on the tape now? Hadn’t

Randy’s mom tried to curse Randy, making him the voice on the tape?

Yet, Randy had stopped the curse. Hadn’t he?

Suddenly he wasn’t so sure. When he reviewed his mother’s phone call

yesterday in his mind, had he actually heard her say Randy’s name?

It had seemed unbelievable at the time that his mother would curse

him, after all. Randy suddenly became unsure of himself. Had he

cursed his mom for something she had done to curse Ken and not Randy?

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Linda had finally cleared her desk of all pending work, preparing

for tonight’s meeting. Everything was as ready as possible. she was

happy with their plans, except for having to use Kenny. She knew

they had no other choice, though.

Besides, with the bonuses she expected, plus the possibility of a

raise, she could perhaps send Kenny to a ’special school’ now. It

would be better for him than having to spend the day around all the

normal children. He should be with other special needs children

where he would fit in. Perhaps with other kids that still wore

diapers, so that he wouldn’t be ashamed of himself so much.

As she sat there musing, her phone rang. Sighing, she picked it up.

"Linda Haskins speaking. How may I help you?" Since all her calls

came through the switch board, anyone calling her already knew what

company and department they were calling.

"Mrs. Haskins? This is Regina Phelps. I’m calling about your son

again."

Linda listened as the secretary explained the situation. She could

even hear her son bawling in the background. "I see. Yes, I

understand. I can be there in less than an hour, I guess. I am sorry

to ask this of you, seeing as he made a poopy, but can you please

change him for me? Yes, thank you. I’ll see you soon." Linda hung up

and called Bob, apprising him of the situation. She appreciated his

compassionate understanding, though she thought she detected a note

of disgust in his voice when she mentioned the dirty diaper.

Linda nodded at his suggestions, feeling that he was probably right.

After all, when life gives you lemons, make lemondade, right? After

signing off her computer, she made two more phone calls, then headed

to the studio to borrow some equipment.

’Why today of all days?’ she wondered as she headed to her car. It

was almost as if the boy were conspiring against her career, she

thought angrily. Well, she would settle him down for a nap and

shower before the meeting. At least she would have a little more for

the executives from Proctor and Gamble tonight. It was always better

to show them something, rather than just expalin it. They would be

impressed at the speed which her company had risen to the challenge.

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Dianne hung up, feeling a little better. She had a full afternoon

ahead of her. First, she had to do some quick shopping, then pick up

Eddie from school. Then she would have to take care of the other

problem, she thought grimly.

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Susan and Jeremy sat drinking coffe at the local Starbucks,

reviewing the goings-on of their recent batch of victims. Jeremy had

given Susan a lot of food for thought.

"So, the new ’original’ of the tape is done. Good." The barrista

brought her another coffe, even though she was not finished

with her first one. She casually looked into the young man’s mind.

She hardly had to though. She knew he was offering her the free

refill for the same reason boys all ober the world had offered her

gifts. He wanted another glimpse of her assets and maybe a chance to

’get to know her better’. In his haste, however, the boy tripped

over his own feet and spilled the scalding coffee down her blouse.

She quickly removed the painful burning coffee with a wave of her

hands.

The boy goggled in astonishment, unable to belive what he just saw.

Then suddenly, he gasped with pain himself. He felt a stinging,

burning sensation himself. Though not just on his chest. His ass

cheeks also stung quite painfully and he yelped at the pain as well

as the surprise.

Susan grinned up at the boy while erasing his memory of the cause

of the incident. As he limped off, she turned back to Jeremy, casually

continuing. "Won’t he be surprised when he gets home and undresses

tonight. I doubt his girlfriend will want to be with him anymore

after that." She smiled in satisfaction.

Curious, Jeremy pulled out a small device, much like a hand held

calculator. Pressing a couple of buttons, he looked at the screen

and smiled. The new tatoos the boy was sporting would make it

impossible to score with a girl ever again. On his ass were

permanently tatooed the words, ’Remove all jewelry befor entering’.

And on his chest, in large bold letters was written, ’Ass Slave!’.

"Interesting." He said. "Did you change his sexual preference as

well?"

Susan smiled blandly. "Not really. I just made it impossible for him

to say no to any guy who wants to have sex with him. Or to any

sexual act they suggest he perform. I imagine he will be quite

popular once he gets hit on a couple of times."

Jeremy nodded, satisfied. "Well, I think we should move on soon.

This has beeen fun, but I could use some fresh meat." He casually

flicked a few keys on his calculator, looking at a woman near him,

therby leaving her with uncontrollable and very loud flatulence

whenever she met a man she was attracted to in the least. It had

been a pretty slow week for him and he wanted to find some new

territory.

The thirtyish woman looked up and eyed the leather clad man

appreciatively, and was mortified by the loud smelly fart she

emitted causing every patron in the coffe shop to stare at her in

disgust, as those cosest to her edged away surreptiously or simply

fled, neglecting to grab their unfinished coffees in their haste.

"What a pig!" Susan laughed derisively, having spoken loud enough

for the beet-faced woman to hear her. She flicked her fingers at the

woman and the woman’s nose changed shape. It now resembled an

upturned snout more than anything else. She cleared the air around

them, and continued speaking to Jeremy, not giving the woman another

thought. "We will be done soon. You really don’t appreciate a

thorough and complete humilation properly, Jeremy. Besides, it’s not

just him. I think we should expand our little community here before

we move on in any case. I think I will stop by the school in a

moment. We need to finish up the last request and I want to play

with one or two people on the administration. We might as well enjoy

ourselves, no?"

Jeremy grunted his agreement, standing up. "I’ll get the next step

rolling." He grabbed his hat and left her sitting there.

Susan held out her hands and a large box wrapped in pink princess

giftwrap appeared in her hands. She finished her coffee, feeling

again that it was too sweet for her taste.

Well, that was easy enough to fix. She simply added a powerful and

bitter laxative to all the coffee beans in the shop. She left before

the line to the bathroom began to form.

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Ken was dizzy and swooned as the coach had plunked him down on the

exam bed in the Nurse’s Office. He was slightly out of breath from

the screaming and was hyperventilating with shock.

He had come to in the hallway. The gym coach was carrying Ken over

his shoulder through the crowded school hallways without even

pulling up his pants! After a second, he began to scream and squirm,

trying to get the burly coach to release him. Unable to secure his

release, he had tried to reach down and pull up his pants but the

man’s thick arms held his puny arms over the man’s back and he was

unable to preserve even a modicum of diginity. He was so

embarrassed that he broke down completeley, forgetting all reason

and cried helplessly, aware that the whole school now knew his newest

shame.

The nurse looked in surprise as they entered. Kenny’s crying had

alerted her and she had been expecting a child who had been hurt in

a fight or a fall. When she saw the soiled diaper on Kenny, her face

soured.

The smell was nasty and she had been unable to calm the boy enough

to change him for several minutes. Not that she relished the task,

but she wanted to clear the damn smell from her office as quickly as

possible. Finally she had slapped his thighs a few times, and shoved

him forcefully to the bed. She wished she had a pacifier for the

infantile boy. Something to shut him up. She wondered if she had

time to call up the ’Parenthood Training’ classroom and see if they

had any baby bottles she could fill with juice. She was quickly

developing a headache.

Eventually she had called in the school’s secretary, Regina, to

help. Whew! What a mess! It reminded her of her early nurse training

when she had done a stint working with dementia cases. But at least

they were usually pretty quiet and offered little resistance to the

least enjoyable job any nurse had to do. Changing adult diapers.

With the secretary handing her wipes one after another, LaQuisha

cleaned away the last of the smelly mess. She was glad Regina was

pinning the boy’s struggling arms down. She hated to think how she

would manage one-handed. She would have had the mess everywhere.

LaQuisha powdered his bottom and slid the diaper underneath the

protesting boy. But not quite in time. Urine sprayed from his tiny

penis, hitting both women. Though LaQuisha got the brunt of it. She

screamed in outrage and smacked Kenny’s bottom several times hard as

the stream finished.

Ken hadn’t meant to piss on the two women holding him down and

changing his diaper, but he was glad that he had. He only wished it

had been more. It was a very small comfort at the moment though. His

ass now stung from the nurse’s swats and he was unable to resist the

inevitable diaper.

When he protested the removal of his pants, the nurse slapped his

diapered butt again and threatened to send him back to class dressed

like that and he shut up. He saw they were serious.

Regina looked at the big baby lying in front of her and slowly

released his arms. "I have already called your mommy to pick you up.

She will be here soon. I suggest you wait in here unless you want

everyone to see you like that." She grabbed his slacks and walked

out of the now foul-smelling office.

Laquisha carefully wrapped up the soiled wipes in the diaper and

threw the mess in the sealed biohazard container and sprayed the

room with a deodorizer. It didn’t help much, she thought and decided

to take a walk. There was no reason she had to smell this for the

next hour. She instructed the boy not to move and quickly left.

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Thomas Jensen, Principal of Benjamin Franklin High School had heard

the racket of course. He peeked out and decided not to get

personally involved.

He hadn’t changed one of his own kids’ diapers when they were

growing up and he saw no reason to offer any assistance with

changing a student’s diaper. Frankly, he was more than a little

disgusted by the whole thing.

Immediately after sitting down, there was a knock at his office

door. He ignored it, knowing the secretary and nurse could handle

the overgrown baby. After all, they were women. And changing diapers

was women’s business.

The knock came again, more insistent. Despite his resolve to ignore

it, he jerked to his feet, seemingly against his will and opened the

door. He was surprised at the young blonde in his doorway, but glad

that it wasn’t one of his staff asking for assistance with the

Haskins boy, at least. "Yes? May I help you, young lady?"

Susan looked the man up and down. She knew what Jeremy had done to

him and was ready to play on it. She could have forced him, of

course. But where was the challenge in that? She walked in, brushing

past the man and sat down in his chair, setting the gift on his desk

invitingly. "I want you to do something for me."

The principal looked incredulously at the bold young woman sitting

in his chair. The sheer effrontery of it! Instead of shouting at

her, demanding she treat him with more respect, he sat woodenly in

the chair opposite her instead, wondering why he had chosen to do

so. "What could you possibly want me to do? And why should I do

something for a rude young woman such as yourself, who comes barging

into my office and sitting in my chair?" He demanded.

Susan smiled serenely at the pompous ass, knowing he couldn’t

possibly understand the danger he was in. But she wanted to play

this out, so she replied to him easily. "Why, I want you to play

this tape. Immediately, as it is now time for your fourth period

daily announcements. And as to why, I brought you this gift." She

indicated the package on his desk as if offering him a great prize.

Thomas had noticed the package in question already. was she really

tryiing to bribe him with a gift wrapped for a little girl? Any

other time he would have been contemptuous. But yesterday, he had

had a bizarre idea and had been completely unable to get rid of it.

Last night he had sat down in front of his computer and ordered

several thousand dollars worth of bedding, toys and knick-knacks all

made for little girls. He just had to have them. He would redecorate

his entire house in the cutest possible style. He had paid for

overnight delivery in every possible case and was expecting a huge

delivery of packages at his door when he got home. Surely this young

woman couldn’t know that?

Susan nodded pleasantly. "Go ahead. Open it."

He didn’t want her to know how interested he actually was. He said,

"Very well Miss. I will play along for now." He unwrapped the gift

and gasped. Inside was a ’Hello Kitty’ doll wearing a pink tutu. He

fought hard not to gush openly at the adorable toy. He had ordered

dozens of cute, plush, stuffed animals for his new bed, which he had

also ordered online. A pink pricess bed. The delivery company had

already called and he had told them where the spare key was. It was

already set-up, according to the call he had recieved a half an hour

ago from a derisive sounding delivery man.

Susan giggled at the man’s astonished look. "There’s more. Look

inside." She wanted to make sure the man would dress appropriately

for his newly furnished house as well.

Reluctantly, Mr. Jensen set down the doll and looked deeper into the

box. Inside was something else in pink. He pulled it out and held it

up, noting there was still something ELSE in the box. A package of

Depends ’underwear’. But what held his eye was the matching pink,

frilly tutu he held in his hands. It was big enough to fit HIM!

Underneath THAT was a yellow footed sleeper. On the front was his

favorite cartoon character of all time (after yesterday evening

anyway): ’My Little Pony!’

He stole a frightened look at the openly giggling girl.

Susan was having fun, but she also had some business to conduct. "I

expect you’ll want to wear this tonight when you go to bed. Don’t

forget your Pull-Ups. Little girls have accidents and you wouldn’t

want to ruin your sheets, would you?" She gave his mind a slight

tweak so that he would wear them and need them too.

Then she handed the tape to the principal as she stood up. "Play the

tape now. Or you just might find that you want to wear that oufit

all day. You might even have to wear the Pull-Ups during the day

too!" She added, smiling at the horrified look on the man’s face.

Thomas got a mental flash of himself; dressed in the ridiculous

outfit for the whole school to see. He would have to do what she

told him now. Even if it would mean the end of his career.

No one would ever hire him again. Even worse, he thought, he

wouldn’t be able to buy more adorable girly stuff for his house.

’How would I be able to afford that PlayTime tea set then?’ He

drooped his head, already stuffing the gifts back in the box to take

home. He would do it. He had to.

Susan loved the defeat in his eyes. She knew she had won. She winked

at the beaten man as she headed for the door. "I’ll know if you

don’t play it, too. You’d better hurry before I change my mind and

make you wear that adorable outfit now anyway."

Thomas practically ran to the tape player and inserted the tape. He

pressed play not even caring what was on it.

TBC...

 

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