Buying Diapers

Chapter 7
Buying Diapers 31 -34

Chapter 31 - A Night to Remember.

Randy stepped on to the bus, looking around. He spotted Lisa sitting

alone in her flowery muumuu. He smirked at her newly enlarged form.

It seemed she wasn’t as popular as before. Usually the cheerleader

had three or four boys vying for her attention, not to mention her

usual pack of popular girlfriends or at least Dennis. Not that

Dennis could have much interest in her these days. She didn’t have

the right equipment. He started up the aisle, wondering if the note

he found in his locker could have been another setup. But there was

no way anyone could know about Vengeance Inc. Or Susan; the

operator.

He coughed to get the fat girl’s attention as he approached her seat.

Lisa looked up, surprised to see Randy standing there. Her heart

started racing. Did the boy know she had been thinking about him all

afternoon? It had come on all of a sudden, just after lunch. One

second she was writing her essay on American History and the next

she was picturing Randy holding her hand, smiling at her. Until that

moment she hadn’t ralized how masculine and handsome Randy truly

was. Even if he still wet his bed. She deeply regretted her

involvement in that little episode. But now here he was; the boy of

her dreams. Lisa was so nervous, she stuttered, "R- Randy, H- Hi! Do

you um... Do you want to have a seat?" She blushed as he looked at

her smiling funnily.

Randy sat down confidently. He was squeezed tightly between the

window and the girl despite his small frame, she had gotten so

large. The note had been genuine after all. He wondered what Susan

had in mind. "Hi Lisa. Yeah, thanks." He sat down, watching the

nervous fat girl’s reaction. She seemed shy and excited. "I’m going

home to do my math homework." He stated, unsure as how to continue.

Lisa could hardly look him directly in his gorgeous blue eyes.

Instead she looked down, seeing the outline of what was obviuosly a

large penis, causing her to get even more excited and even a little

wet. "Math? I wish I could help you, but I’m not very good at it and

I am having problems with it myself." She gave a tinkling laugh.

"Oh I don’t need any help with math, It’s my best subject. Maybe I

could help you with your homework though." He moved his hand closer,

touching her thigh.

Lisa sat up straighter, feeling her juices flowing at the personal

contact. "Oh could you?! That would be wonderful. But," Her face

fell. "My mom won’t let me have boys over and I am on restriction,

so I can’t go out."

Randy wondered why Susan had told him to ask him to help Lisa if

Lisa couldn’t come over. But he followed Susan’s instructions,

trusting her to know what she was doing. "No problem. Here’s my

phone number. Give me a call when you can." He jotted down his

telephone number on a piece of paper and handed it to Lisa, who

fumbled nervously with the paper, looking incredulously as if the

paper were a lottery ticket and she was the grand prize winner.

Lisa was surprised that any boy would offer her his phone number,

looking like she did. She was so fat, that no one else was even

looking in her direction, unless it was with scorn. And here, right

next to her was the only boy she would ever want, offering her his

phone number! She felt like she was going to faint as Randy’s hand

rested on her enormous thigh. She was the luckiest girl in the

world!

Lisa regretfully got off the bus, waving shyly at Randy as he sat

there, more handsome than any rock star could ever be.

Randy looked out the window as the bus pulled away, watching Lisa

stare longingly, she was waving as the bus turned the corner. He couldn’t

see how this would turn out, but he sat back, knowing somehow it

would. Susan had promised him it would be an evening he wouldn’t

regret.

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Dennis sat on the bus, the paper bag containing his Tranquility

adult diapers on his lap. He avoided eye contact with the other

passengers, afraid that his disgusting perversions were visible for

anyone to see. He was concentrating hard on not looking at the

crotches of the men sitting next to him, but wasn’t very successful.

One muscle-bound redhead in his early twenties had already moved

away from him, muttering "Faggot!" as he did so.

Dennis was in deep shit, he knew. If he didn’t wear the diaper to

school tomorrow, he would be like this forever. Sucking guys dicks

and endlessly jacking off in diapers. But if he went to school in a

diaper and no pants... He shuddered. His family would be told by the

school, of course. He would probably be kicked out and sent to a

mental hospital. It was an impossible choice, yet he had to make it.

Slumping lower in his seat, the diaper crackled noisily causing a

mother and child across the aisle from him to look over curiously.

Dennis sighed inwardly. He knew he would have to try his compromise

plan. Wear the diaper underneath his pants and hope Randy would be

satisfied. He got off at his stop and and waddled home, trying to

figure out how he was going to sneak the diapers inside.

Fortunately no one was there. His mom had left him a note saying

that she and Eddie were out shopping. He carefully hid the bag in

his closet, placing the other diapers, the butt-plug and magazine

inside and covered up the bag with his sports equipment. He walked

to the bathroom and pulled the diaper down, peeing in the toilet.

(It had never even occured to him to piss in the diaper. He just

liked to wear them and jack off in them now, not piss in them like some

stupid baby.) He had needed to piss since hurrying out of the

bathroom, his mouth still tasting the stranger’s semen. But he

hadn’t wanted to hang around in case someone else came in while he

was peeing, tempting him to suck them off as well.

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Linda woke Ken an hour and a half later. She had already prepared

an Easy-Up, tearing it’s sides and opening it up. As he sleepily

looked up at her, she untaped his wet diaper and tossed it into his

bedroom trash can. When he struggled to get up, she pushed him back

down and slipped the Barney Pull-Up underneath and wiped his crotch

with a warm wet washcloth, then attached the velcro tabs snugly to

the now struggling boy. "Stop squirming! We’re almost done now."

Finished, she handed him a pair of loose shorts. They were easier to

quickly pull down if he needed to use the bathroom. Her sister had

included them in the boxes she had sent.

"Why don’t you watch videos for a while, then we can talk, OK? But

first, lets try and use the potty. All right?" Linda looked him in

the eye.

Ken looked down at his ridiculous appearance, wishing he could put

some regular underwear and pants on, but afraid to argue, lest his

mother spank him again. He wasn’t sure he could handle another

spanking today. "Mom! You don’t have to talk to me like that. I can

go by myself OK?" He shook off her hand and stomped to the bathroom,

the rustle of the Easy-Up quite obvious. He pulled his shorts down

in front of the toilet, hesitating. He realized he still couldn’t

pull down his ’protection’. "Mom! Can I take take my Pull-Ups down?"

He called out, humiliated that he had to ask, but not wanting her to

come in and do it for him.

Linda opened the bathroom door, looking in. "Do you need help dear?

Let me do it for you." She walked over to her son.

"I can do it myself! But you said I wasn’t allowed to take them

down. Mom, please let me take them down myself." He looked at her

pleadingly. Ken hated himself for sounding like a little boy,

needing his mom’s permission tp pull down his ’training pants’.

Linda was surprised at his response. Of course he wanted to do it

himself. He wanted the same independence that all young boys strive

for, but the fact that he needed to ask permission to pull his

Pull-Ups down himself just proved he wasn’t as mature as he thought

he was. "Of course you can take them down yourself, Kenny. If you

feel the need to peepee or poopoo today, you may try and use the

potty." She stood waiting.

Ken waited, hoping she would leave, but apparently she wouldn’t even

do that. She was going to watch him piss in the toilet. And she was

still talking to him like he was a little boy.

Linda, seeing him hesitate, felt that he wasn’t sure how to proceed

and yanked his Pull-Ups down for him. Apparently she was right to

keep an eye on him in the bathroom. He seemed to be having problems

with the most basic issues of toilet-training. She wondered if she

ought not to put him back into diapers for a while, before

dismissing the idea. After all, he had made it to the bathroom

several times this week.

Ken turned beet red and hastily blocked his mother’s view of his

tiny dick. Then, using his thumb and forefinger aimed at the bowl. A

few drops came out, but that was it. Desperately he pushed harder,

but nothing else came out. Realizing that he was done he quickly

pulled up his Barney training pants and covered them with his

shorts, desperate for his mom not to see him in such babyish

’underwear’ any more than was necessary.

Linda watched him closely, glad that he had gone a little at least.

She still marvelled at the size of his penis. Even after all these

years it had barely grown at all since he was a baby. She reminded

him to wash his hands and went downstairs. She placed a bowl of

crackers and a half full plastic cup on the table in front of the

TV. Hearing him tromp down the stairs, she pressed play on the VCR,

grateful that Martha had given her the video. When fer sister had

first offered it, Linda had been skeptical, though she couldn’t

remember why now. Clearly he needed some toilet-training tips and

he hadn’t complained about watching it last time. In fact he had

watched it so closely, he looked like he was almost in a trance.

Ken stopped on the last stair. The TV was on and playing some very

familiar childish music. Suddenly he understood. His mom had brought

home his cousin’s stupid Barney video. As the volume swelled, his

indignation shrank away, to be replaced with a strong fascination.

He walked towards the couch and sat down heavily, not taking his eyes

off the screen. He suddenly felt very thirsty. He gulped down the

juice quickly, but it hardly quenched his thirst. Still, he didn’t

want to get up. Ken called out, his eyes glued to the screen: "Mom,

Can I have more juice. I’m thirsty!" He started tapping his toes in

time to the music. Catchy tunes, he thought. Not that I like this

kind of stuff. I’m just watching it, ’cause mom put it on.

Linda re-entered the living room and was surprised to see his empty

glass. She had just poured him some juice seconds earlier. As she

refilled his cup, she was surprised to hear him humming along with

the songs and even occaisionally singing a line or two. Still, she

was pleased he was watching it. Perhaps he realizes that he needs

this, she thought. She watched him drain his cup thirstily and set

it back down, asking her for more. "OK, Kenny, but remember to try

and use the potty after your movie, OK?"

Ken nodded his head, barely acknowledging her. He was listening to

’The Potty Song’. Ken knew that Barney was for little kids, but the

purple dinosaur sure knew how to explain potty training! He reached

blindly for his cup, downing his third glass, still quite thirsty.

Reluctantly Linda filled his cup again, saying, "This is the last

you get untill you go pee, Kenny." He didn’t even register her words

he was concentrating on the video so much. "Kenny did you hear me?"

"Yes mom." Ken replied automatically, not wanting to be diverted

from his show. But in his subconcious mind it registered perfectly

well. He could have no more until he peed. Yet he was still thirsty.

His sphincter muscles opened up as if of their own accord, releasing

urine into his training pants, while he sat there obliviously. "I

can use the potty, the potty! I can use the potty, just liiike

Mommy! I can use the potty too!"

While this would have been completely bizarre to Linda even yesterday,

now she was glad to see her son take an interest in finally getting

toilet-trained. ’It’s about time!’ she thought exasperatedly. ’He

is in high school after all.’ Though, she did have her doubts about

whether he really belonged there, now. He just wasn’t ready for that

level of education. It was obvious, seeing as how he could be engrossed

by a child’s Potty training video. Nor was he ready for the mature

relationships that other kids his age were developing.

Ken kept complete focus on the purple dinosaur and heis little friends

as Linda sat down next to him. She hesitated, not knowing where to

begin. "I uh... I have to go to a parent-teacher meeting at your

school tonight, Kenny, but first I have to go by the office and get

the rest of today’s work done, OK honey?"

"Uh Huh"

Linda continued. "So I uh... got you someone to uh... watch you

while I’m gone. In case you need some help. I want you to listen to

her and obey her as if she were me. Do you understand, Kenny?"

Ken was humming along to the next song, ’Big Kids Don’t Wear

Diapers’ and staring blankly forward. His hands were now mimicking

the movements of the dancing children. "Yes, I understand." Deep in

his subconcious now the words echoed over and over. ’Listen to her

and obey her as if she were mommy.’ "Can I have some more juice?" He

asked, holding out his cup without taking his eyes from the screen.

Linda was exasperated. "I told you not until after you..." She

drifted off as her eyes swept down to his baggy shorts. She pulled

the waist-band out and looked down, disbelievingly. The dinosaur was

no longer smiling, though the stars hadn’t yet faded. "Oh Kenny!"

She said disappointedly, staring at the damp ’training pants’.

Linda refilled the proferred cup, deciding this was not the time to

work on making it to the bathroom on time. At least he hadn’t

complained about the babysitter. She was sure he would throw a fit,

telling her once again that he was too old for such things. She

returned to the kitchen, throwing a glance over her shoulder at the

sound of her son clapping along with the next song.

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Lisa trudged to her door, unable to keep her thoughts from Randy;

the most incredible, handsomest boy in the whole world! She could

still feel where his hand had brushed her thighs and she suddered

with delight. The only dark spot on her day was she couldn’t call or

see him, since she was still on restriction, she thought as she

opened the door and lumbered inside.

Sally looked up as Lisa entered. She frowned at her daughter,

wondering again how she could have let herself go so quickly.

"Lisa." Her daughter jumped, as if pulled from a daydream. "You have

a babysitting job this afternoon. The pastor recommended you to a

woman with a ’special’ child. There’s a snack for you on the

counter. I want you to eat it before we go, so you don’t eat too

much at their house. I will be driving you there in a few

minutes. Nicky and I are going over to the Johnson’s and it’s on the

way."

"OK, mom." Lisa replied going into the kitchen. On the table were a

plate of carrots and celery. She sighed and began munching away,

wondering what Randy was up to now. The strong, handsome boy must

surely have other girls chasing after him, she thought jealously.

Much prettier and thinner girls, at that. She would have to do

something to let him know how much she loved him, how much she

NEEDED him. If he picked some other girl, Lisa felt she would just

die! She finished up her snack, pondering what Randy would want

most. She hoped she found out soon. Maybe he would let her hang

around him if she did. Even if he did go out with the skinny girls.

Lisa walked back into the living room, resolving to call Randy the

minute the mother of the retarded kid left. Maybe she could invite

him over. She could ask him to help her with her math homework or

whatever. She knew that she shouldn’t, because her mom would be mad

if she found out, but she was willing to risk it for Randy. She once

again pictured his manly body and incredibly handsome face, giving

her a slightly out-of-focus look.

Sally grabbed her purse and turned to her daughter. She frowned at

the dreamy-eyed look Lisa had. Surely she wasn’t thinking about

boys? If she were, she should be trying harder to lose that weight,

Sally felt. "Well, come on. Lets go now." She urged her daughter

while picking up her son and his bag, glad that it now contained

Pull-Ups and not diapers. Finally.

Sally dropped her off at the street corner, handing her the paper

with the address on it. "It’s just down this street. I don’t want to

turn around again and besides you need the walk." She grimaced,

looking up and down her daughter’s enormous figure, noting how tight

the larger dress had already become. "Call and leave a message when

you get there. The lady will drive you home tonight when she

returns."

Lisa clutched the paper in her fat fist, opening the door. Closing

it, she read the address and peered down the street. The window of

her mom’s car rolled down and Lisa turned to see what her mother

wanted.

Sally called out the window warningly, "Be sure not to eat all the

food there. I will call and ask Mrs. Haskins when you get home!" She

drove off, rolling up the window and watching her daughter through

the mirror.

Lisa stood there stunned. Mrs. Haskins?! That was Ken’s last name

and this was his street! Surely she wasn’t going to babysit for him!

Ken wasn’t retarded or handicapped. Ken’s house was the last place

in the world she wanted to be at. What if he tried to get her to...

She cut that thought short and headed for the Haskins house, a

thousand questions going through her mind.

Lisa was confused. She knew no retarded child lived there. Ken and

his mom lived alone. The only ’special’ child they knew was Ken’s

older cousin.

Maybe that was it, Lisa thought. Maybe she would have to watch over

Ken’s retarded cousin. Hadn’t Ken mentioned the boy was still in

diapers? But Ken had said his cousin was older than he was, and

therefore he was older than Lisa, as Ken and Lisa were about the

same age. How did her mom expect her to change some kids diaper,

when the kid was bigger than she was? And even if she wanted to, she

certainly didn’t want to have to deal with Ken.

Her only consolation was that she would be right next door to Randy. For

Randy she would do it, she decided resolutely. With a mixture of

dread and anticipation, she inhaled deeply and pressed the doorbell.

Chapter 32 - Love Is Like A Box Of Chocolates

Dennis heard voices and came to an agonizing halt, mid-thrust. It

took every ounce of his concetration, not to keep pushing his dick

faster and faster into his adult-sized diaper. He kneeled in his bed,

panting and sweating.

It was his mom and brother! His heart thumping

wildly, he stripped off the diaper, his rock hard, pulsating,

pint-sized penis crying out maddeningly to his brain for relase,

despite its strong resemblance to a pencil stub. His tiny testicles

were aching beyond belief as he stuffed the magazine and diaper down

the side of the bed in a blind panic. The voices were coming louder

and clearer as Dennis painfully jerked out the butt-plug and hid it

with the rest of his perverted things. Then he dove under the covers

pretending to sleep.

"... see if he wants to go with us." His mother’s voice suddenly

became clearer as she opened the door and looked in.

Dianne Lewis immediately smelled the sweat of male musk and sweat,

undoubtably from masturbation, she thought. She closed the door to

prevent her younger son from seeing what she saw.

Besides the odor, her oldest son’s form was quietly heaving

underneath the blankets. He was feigning sleep, but clearly had just

made it under the covers in time. His clothes were hastily bunched

up on the floor.

She turned to Eddie, hitching a smile on her face. "Looks like your

brother is sleeping. Why don’t we go without him." She grabbed her

purse and turned around. Dennis would have to make something to eat

for himself. Since her husband seemed to feel it unnecessary, Dianne

would have to be the one to talk to him about his disturbing

behavior.

It was not a talk she looked forward to.

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Ken sat looking downcast as he was trying to pee in the toilet with

his mother looking on. As shocked as he had been when his mother

turned off the television and he had come to his senses, realizing

he had sat through the entire video twice, it had been nothing

compared to his surprise when he realized he had wet his Pull-Ups

without even realizing it.

Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, Linda turned at the sound

of the doorbell. "It looks like she’s here."

Ken sat up straight, his eyes going wide with fear. He looked up at

his mom in trepidation. "Who’s here?"

"Your babysitter. I told you she was coming, remember? When you were

watching your Barney video." Linda looked at her watch, realizing

she would have to leave soon if she wanted to finish her workload

before the school meeting tonight.

Ken stood up and and another spurt of urine came out, splashing on

his jeans and the floor. He pulled his Easy-Ups back into place and

hastily started pulling on his pants. "What!? Babysitter!? I’m

sixteen!"

Linda snapped at Ken in consternation. "I’m not going to debate this

with you! I have to go out for a couple of hours and I need someone

here to make sure you are OK while I’m gone." If you’re feeling shy

you can stay in your room for a while. If you want to go out and

play or something, you have to ask permission first. I don’t want

you wandering off without knowing where you are." She turned for the

door.

Ken walked awkwardly to his bedroom, still struggling with his

zipper, and shut the door behind him.

Opening the front door, Linda was a little surprised. She had

expected someone a little older. The very plump girl standing in

front of her looked to be about seventeen or eighteen. If she had more

time, she would have tried calling someone else.

She hoped her friend (strangely she couldn’t remember exactly which

friend had given her the recommendation.) was right about the girl.

Schooling her expression to one of pleasant gratitude, Linda

welcomed the girl. "Come in, come in. I am so glad you could make

it." Linda led the young woman into the kitchen. "I have a list of

emergency numbers on the counter here. I am going to my office to

finish up some work and then I am going to a meeting at Ken’s

school. I should be back around 9:30. Bedtime is 8:30. Help yourself

to any snacks you like in the fridge. Is eight dollars an hour OK?"

Lisa tried to take all the information in. "Eight dollars is fine

Mrs. Haskins." She wondered where Ken was. "Umm... is anyone else

here? Or will it be just the two of us?"

"No, It’s just the two of you. He is upstairs moping right now, you

might as well leave him alone for a while untill he calms down. He’s

a little wet, but not too bad. I’m sorry I haven’t had time to

change him yet. Now, are you sure you will be able to handle him?

He’s been a bit difficult lately, but if you tell him exactly what

to do, he usually will. I’ve told him you are in charge. Any

problems, just call me on my cell phone. The number is on the pad."

Linda grabbed her notes and her purse.

Lisa was a bit doubtful about her ability to handle a large boy with

the mind of a child, but reassured Linda anyway. "I’m sure we’ll be

fine Mrs. Haskins. I’ll check on him in a while. Has he eaten yet?"

At least it would just be the two of them. She wondered where Ken

was, though, and hoped he stayed away all night. He probably would,

if the way Ken had spoken about his cousin were any indication.

Picking up her keys, Linda replied, "There’s some spaghetti in the

fridge, all you have to do is heat it up. If he has a lot to drink,

try and get him to use the potty. If he has been behaving, there is

a Barney video he likes a lot in the VCR. He can watch it later if

he wants. When you put him down for the night, make sure you put him

in the Depends. If you are not sure how to put them on, the

instructions are on the package or you can call me. Now if you’ll

excuse me, I’ve really got to be going if I am going to get anything

done at work."

Linda had some misgivings about leaving her alone with Ken and

decided to call her neighbor to look in on them. As she started down

the street, she picked up her cell phone and dialed. Unfortunately

she couldn’t get a signal. That was odd. She had always got a signal

here before. Linda was about to turn around and speak to Michelle in

person, when she passed a young blonde woman staring at her from the

street corner. When Linda looked back at the road, she couldn’t

remember why she had pulled out the phone. Shrugging, she put it

back in her purse and drove to the office. Everything was fine.

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Dennis was eating a microwave burrito when his dad walked in. His dad

asked him how his day went and he grunted noncommitally.

He was

glad he had thrown away the used adult diapers after finally shooting his

load. He had even cleaned up his butt-plug and spent a little more

time concealing his Tranquility brand diapers. He wished he could

just throw them all away. He knew he wouldn’t though. He could never

get rid of his shameful, secret desires unless Randy let him. Even

putting the semen-stained diapers in a bag and throwing them in the

trash had been enough to get him fantasizing again. Randy had vacillated,

pulling the diaper out of the can twice, before stuffing it at the bottom

of the can.He took a cold shower just to prevent himself from putting

another one on.

They sat down and watched the game. The A’s were playing again. But

this time Dennis hardly noticed the score. He was too busy looking

at the players’ crotches and trying not to drool in front of his dad.

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Lisa sat down and picked up the phone. She called home and left a

message, telling her parents that everything was fine and she had

made it there OK. Then she called Randy. She didn’t even bother

pulling the paper out of her pocket. She already

knew the number by heart.

*Ring Ring* "Hello." Randy answered, picking up the phone.

Just hearing his voice caused Lisa’s heart to race. She felt awkward

and unsure of how he felt about her. She began tentatively, "Uh... I

mean... Er... It’s um... Lisa, Lisa Dupree. You said I could uh...

give you, you know, like a... a call or something." She sounded so

stupid! She couldn’t believe she was blushing over the phone.

Grinning at Lisa’s newfound shyness towards him, Randy replied

firmly, "Hey Lisa. I thought you couldn’t call me. Didn’t you say

you were on restriction?"

"Well er... Yeah I did, but... I got, like this babysitting job and

my folks don’t know that I’m um... talking to you, you know?" Lisa

couldn’t believe how nervous Randy made her, she sounded like a

total airhead now. She tried pulling herself together and took a

deep breath. "Anyway, I’m next door to you. Watching Mrs. Haskins’

retarded nephew. He’s upstairs still and I er... (Darn it, she

thought, pull yourself together!) I kinda wondered if you could, you

know um... " She just couldn’t bring herself to ask him. What if he

said no? Surely A gorgeuos guy like Randy had better plans than to

hang around with a fat girl like her.

"Help you with your homework?" Randy finished for her. "Yeah, I

guess I can do that." Then he did a double take. "Did you say you

were at Mrs. Haskins’ house? WIth Ken?"

"Oh no. I Don’t think Ken will be here tonight at all. Mrs. Haskins

asked me to babysit tonight. Did you know she has a retarded nephew?

Well, anyway Ken doesn’t like being around him, because his cousin -

I think his name is Davey - is retarded and he still wears... I mean

he’s really slow." Lisa didn’t want to bring up the subject of

diapers around the man she loved, knowing that he still wore

GoodNites to bed. Especially since she wasn’t supposed to know about

it. Not that it mattered to her, he was so perfect in every other

way.

Randy was a little surprised to hear this. One of the curses he had

put on Ken should have left Mrs. Haskins treating him like a small

boy. Why would a mother let someone she thought was a little child

go out on ther own. Maybe Ken was staying at a friends house. Or his

dad’s. "I guess I’ll be over in a few minutes. I just need to tell

my mom I’m going to a chess club meeting, so she doesn’t worry where

I am." He hung up, not even saying bothering to say good-bye.

His mom was sitting in the living room folding laundry. He coughed

to get her attention. *Ahem!*

Michelle turned around. "Yes Randy, What is it?"

"I am going to Gerrold’s for a while, mom. To practice some

end-games for next month’s chess tournament, OK?" Randy kept a bored

look on his face, though inside he was dying to know what Susan had

planned for him.

"Fine dear, but dont be out too late. Do you need a ride?"

He was already edging to the door. "No thanks mom, I’ll walk. See

you later." He added cheerily, making sure the door closed behind

him.

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Pacing up and down his room, Ken felt edgy. He couldn’t believe his

mom had gotten him a babysitter! He wanted to just climb out the

window and leave, but his mom had stopped him from even doing that!

He really could use a cigarette right now, too. He could have hung

his head out the window and smoked if that janitor hadn’t taken his

pack this morning, he fumed. He was trapped in his room, unless he

wanted to go downstairs and talk to his ’babysitter’. No chance of

that though. *Ding Dong* Ken stopped at the sound of the doorbell.

Who could that be? His heart hammered with fear.

He moved closer to the door and listened. He heard two muffled

voices. A boy and a girl, but they were not clear enough to discern

who they belonged to. Moving away from the door, Ken felt an urge to

pee. He turned back to grab the knob, but didn’t turn it. What if

whoever was down there saw him? What if his mom told his

’babysitter’ that he was wearing Pull-Ups? He had forgotten to ask.

If his mom had told her, then she would come and check him out

if she heard him in the bathroom.

Ken sat heavily on his bed, wondering what to do and straining to

hold back his pee. Then he had an idea. His mom said he could take

his Pull-Ups down if he needed to pee. Well, he could just pee in

the ones he was wearing and then put on a dry GoodNite afterwards.

Instead of the babyish Barney Easy-Ups. He stood up and walked to

the closet, but before he fot to the closet door, his battle to hold

it in was over. As the pee continued to flow unabated, Ken struggled

in vain to regain control. Only when his bladder felt completely

empty did he stop incontinently voiding into his pants. Ken felt the

warm liquid surround his penis and tiny testicles as it was slowly

absorbed into his Easy-Ups.

He looked down in dismay, watching the stars disappear from around

the sad-faced Barney. He looked in disbelief as the stain spread

across the front(He felt it spread across his butt, also). He didn’t

understand it! His muscles had just stopped holding it in. He was

totally embarrassed by this continuing lack of daytime control. At

night was one thing, he was asleep at the time, But during the day

when he was awake was extremely embarrassing, not to mention

frustrating.

Ken reached in the closet and grabbed a dry GoodNite, setting it on

the bed. Frowning, he tried to pull off the sopping wet Pull-Up.

Then he remembered. His mom told him he could remove his

’protection’ if he had to pee. But he didn’t need to pee anymore, he

sadly realized. The urine that had been so forcefully been trying to

get out was now bathing his bottom and genitals in its warm wetness.

He tried several more times, desperate not to have to sit in his own

piss until his mom came home. Sweat was beading on his upper lip now

as he tried to lift his hands to pull the velcro tapes away. His

whole body was trembling with the effort.

Slowly he stopped and his breathing started returning to normal.

Then he tried a different approach. He walked up to the corner of

his dresser and began rubbing the Pull-Up against the corner edge,

hoping this would catch it and pull it off for him. After several

tries, he caught the pull tab with the edge of the dresser and

twisted. The second the tape began to peel off his whole body jerked

back away from the dresser. Ken tried twice more with the same

results. He gave up and flopped back onto his bed in despair. He

looked around his room for something to do.

After about forty minutes, he decided to try and sneak downstairs

(It was quiet now, perhaps they had gone outside or maybe the boy

had left, he thought.) and get his Game Boy to keep him occupied.

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Lisa was talking animatedly to Randy, deperate for his approval.

"You are so smart! I never would have figured out how to do this

myself." She finished up the last problem and reluctantly closed her

math book, wondering what else she could do to keep him with her.

"I’m so glad you came over. What should we do next?" She reached

over and tentatively put her hand on his thigh, smiling shyly and

wondering if she should try and kiss him.

Randy hadn’t minded helping her with her homework. Math was always

fun for him, but he had come here expecting more. So far, he had no

idea what was going on. Maybe the woman, Susan, had just been

messing around with him. Hanging out with the formerly thin

cheerleader was pretty good, especially when he remembered that it

was his curse that made her so fat and unwanted, but he had felt

sure Susan had more in mind than this.

Then a thought popped into his head, almost like a memory, though he

knew it had never happened to him before. In his mind he saw a young

blonde woman telling him, ’Tell her you are bored and are leaving

since nothing exciting is going on. Trust me.’ The woman winked at

him and vanished from his mind’s eye.

Randy was sartled, but decided to play along. "Uh... Actually, I’m

kinda bored. Nothing exciting is going on so..." He got up and

turned toward the front entry.

"Wait!" Lisa practically shouted. She had to do something to stop

him from leaving, she thought wildly. What could she do to make sure

he liked her and stuck around? What was it boys wanted most?

Uncalled for, the memory of sucking on Ken’s dick came to her mind.

Oh no. Surely not that. She had sworn she would never do that again,

but she was desperate. And it was different with Randy. She needed

him to like her so badly...

"I ... I want to do something special for you."

Chapter 33 - Oops! I Did It Again!

Ken crept down the stairs as silently as his wet Pull-Ups would let

him. Halfway down, he thought he heard moaning and strange gurgling

sounds. Cautiously he crept forward, wondering if the TV was on. He

peeked his head around the corner and froze. Standing right in the

mddle of the living room was Randy! And kneeling in front of him was

a really fat, naked girl, apparently giving him a blow job! Her head

was bobbing up and down as both of them moaned lustily, her huge ass

jiggled disgustingly and from what he could see of her belly it

sagged and swayed as she moved. Randy stood with his hands entwined

in the girl’s reddish hair, eyes closed as he pumped his dick back

and forth appreciatively.

Susan Smith watched the scene with some pleasure, aware that she was

the only person in the room who could wholly enjoy the irony of the

scenario she had set up. She was standing (invisible again) directly

behind Ken as he looked on disbelievingly. Lisa was moaning like a

cheap whore as she tried her best to please the boy she was

magically infatuated with; sucking the cock of the former bedwetter,

while Ken stood there in the middle of the day, wearing a t-shirt

and wet Barney Easy-Up. She looked down at Ken’s bottom again,

admiring her handiwork. Thanks to her, the boy was completely

unaware that he had forgotten to put on his shorts after his failed

attempts to remove his wet undergarments. She reached into the minds

of Lisa and Randy to get her timing perfect. Just before the boy

came, Susan whispered into Ken’s ear while patting his wet bottom

gently, "Wish that were you down there, diaper boy?"

Ken yelled in fear at the sound of her voice and the touch of her

hand and jumped into the living room, turning around to see who was

there, his heart thumping wildly.

Lisa, upon hearing the noise pulled herself off of Randy’s dick and

started to turn around, but not before catching most of Randy’s

ejaculate square on her face. Her eyes wide with surprise she saw

Ken standing in what looked like childrens’ underpants and a shirt,

looking up the stairs in fright. She hastily reached for her

tent-like dress in fearful shame. The only thought in her mind was

that Ken had come home early and caught them in the act!

At the same moment, Randy opened his eyes at the sound, feeling his

hot load gush forth with great relief, his knees buckling slightly.

He looked stunned to see Ken Haskins, in what was obviously a

strange looking GoodNite. What’s more, (he knew from experience) it

was totally wet. He grinned evilly as he watched the cum-faced Lisa,

through the corner of his eye, dive for her dress as his

arch-nemesis turned to face them.

Ken looked around, not seeing anyone behind him and realized he had

entered the living room, announcing his presence to the two nude

teen-agers. His mind was so numb, he barely registered surprise,

when he recognized the fat girl was none other than Lisa, Dennis’

girlfriend. The smile on Randy’s face was oddly triumphant and

mocking. Following the direction of his gaze, Ken looked down and

screamed, sounding more like a little girl as his voice rose into

his highest register. He wasn’t wearing any pants! Ken fled up the

stairs, his hands trying to cover up his padded, purple

dinosaur-adorned butt. Randy’s harsh laughter reached his ears

halfway up the stairs and tears began pouring from Ken’s eyes even

as he slammed his bedroom door and threw himself down on his bed.

More than anything else in the world, Ken just wanted to die.

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Lisa was wiping large gobs of semen off her face with the hem of her

dress as Randy sat down on the couch, trying to catch his breath

from laughing so hard. Randy simply couldn’t imagine a better moment

ever happening to him again. He had to hold his sides they ached so

much, even as he kept chuckling at the memory of what had just

happened.

Lisa was very confused and embarrassed. Ken had seen her naked,

sucking on Randy’s stunningly huge dick. Yet Randy was not even

slightly blushing at the fact that his nieghbor had seen him in such

a very private moment. He was actually laughing his head off. Lisa

was totally mortified to be caught in such an act.

It had been embarrassing enough just suggesting to Randy that she

please him orally, even more so when he had insisted that she do so

in the nude. She hated her new fat body and had gone to great

lenghts not to let anyone see her like that. Now, here she was being

ogled by two boys from her school with her rolls of unsightly

cellulite jiggling as she pleased one of them with her mouth.

She kept her eyes downcast, not feeling clean enough to look the

handsome young boy in the face as she wondered at Ken’s strange

appearance. The more she thought about it, the odder it seemed. How

did he get into the house dressed in what appeared to be Barney

underwear? Surely he didn’t walk around the street dressed like

that? Recalling the sight of Ken peering up the hallway, a new

thought occured to her, one that she tried to shake off as

impossible. Ken’s underwear. They looked more like... training pants!

The kind her brother now wore. And, impossible though it seemed,

they appeared quite wet...

Randy wiped his tear-stained face, gleefully chuckling at Lisa’s

bewilderment. She had thought she was babysitting Ken’s cousin. But

his mom was treating him like such a little kid now, that she had

hired Lisa to babysit Ken! And his mom had actually made him wear

some kind of Pull-Up with BARNEY on them! "Tha- That explains a

lot." He kept chuckling.

Lisa turned around, more confused than ever, still wiping her face.

"WHAT explains a lot?!" This certainly wasn’t making any sense to

her. She was sure she would be in HUGE trouble at home and at school

when Ken told everyone what he had seen. And what kind of bizarre

explanation could clear up the mystery of Ken’s strange attire? She

wondered again at Randy’s laughter, hurt that he might be laughing

at her after what she had done for him.

Randy tried to sober up. Even though he had stopped laughing, he

couldn’t keep the mirth from his voice as he replied, "Ken is the

person you’re babysitting, not his cousin. KEN!"

"What? That doesn’t make any sense at all! I’m here to babysit an

older kid who still wets himself and..." The wet Pull-Ups! She

gasped. "But, but Ken doesn’t wet himself, he’s not retarded. I

mean... But then why was he wearing those... those things?" Her head

was swimming with the events of the last few minutes. She tried to

remember what her mother and Mrs. Haskins had told her about her

job. Had either one of them mentioned Ken’s cousin by name? And when

Lisa had asked Mrs. Haskins who else might be there, Lisa hadn’t

actually asked if Ken was there, just if anyone else was home. Could

Ken really be the boy she was supposed to babysit? Lisa sat down,

trying to sort everything out.

Looking over at the enormous girl still wearing some of his cum on

her face, Randy realized she could not possibly understand what was

going on. He had to admit, even he didn’t understand it all. Why was

Ken dressed in a babyish Pull-Up? And why had he wet himself and

allowed himself to be seen by them? Surely Ken wouldn’t want any of

those things. He wracked his brains to remember the exact wording of

his curse, but couldn’t recall asking fo the bully to wet himself

and have to wear Pull-Ups. Surely Ken didn’t normally wet his pants

and wear training pants. Maybe Vengeance, Inc. or Susan had done it

just for him.

Pulling himself out of his reverie, Randy turned to Lisa. Thinking

quickly he said to her, "Well maybe it’s a new problem. That must be

why his mom wants you to watch him. Maybe he doesn’t know how to

take care of it himself. And speaking of taking care of things,

shouldn’t you go upstairs and see if he’s OK? You are in charge of

him, you know." He started pulling on his clothes as he spoke. There

was no way he was going to miss this.

The last thing Lisa wanted was to ’take care of’ Ken Haskins. She

suddered, remembering the last time they were in his room alone, how

he had tricked her into sucking his penis when she was drunk. Then

she remembered how he had done it. With Randy’s GoodNites!

Lisa wondered if Ken was being punished for his cruel acts by God.

It seemed like a fitting punishment to her, making him wet himself

for teasing Randy so awfully; putting the stolen bag of Pampers in

his closet, taking pictures of it, and then recording and playing

the horrible tape to the whole school. The more she considered it,

the more it seemed the only explanation. And even if it wasn’t the

reason, there was no denying that Ken deserved it.

Then Lisa had a happy thought. Ken wouldn’t tell anyone what he had

seen her doing. If he did, she could tell everyone that he wets his

Pull-Ups and had to have a babysitter. She giggled at the thought.

It was kind of funny; a sixteen year old bully being made to wear

training pants because he wet himself. Still, she wondered how she

was expected to take charge of a boy who enjoyed hurting other

people and was much stronger and taller (Though not bigger, she

reminded herself, looking again down at her large figure) than her.

She turned to Randy, pleadingly. "I guess I have to, but I’m kind of

worried how he’ll react. Could- could you come up with me just in

case he gets, you know, violent or something?"

Eagerly, Randy stood up. "Are you kidding!? I wouldn’t miss this for

all the money in the world!"

Together the two of them went up the stairs, each of them wondering

what sight would greet them as they entered Ken’s room. Both of them

stared around the room. It was empty. To Lisa, the room looked quite

different than before. Gone were the semi-nude women from the walls.

Replacing them was a GoodNites poster, just like the one in Randy’s

room! She said nothing of this of course, she didn’t want Randy to

know she had ever been involved in Ken’s attempt to humiliate him.

Randy was shocked and a little embarrassed to see the poster on the

wall, making the room look quite a bit like his. Looking at the

calendar and counting backwards, Randy figured that Ken had only

been wetting since last Tuesday. The night his GoodNites had been

replaced with the diapers and fake note. And where was Ken? His

window was closed and there was no way Ken could fit under his bed.

Then he heard something. Putting his finger to his lips, Randy

arched his eyebrows at Lisa, then pointed to the closet. They

tip-toed closer until they were both sure they heard the boy sobbing

inside. Randy looked at Lisa as if to say ’you’re the babysitter’

and she nodded back to him, drawing herself upright and grasped the

knob.

When the door opened, blinding Ken, he wailed, trying to cover his

embarrassing attire by pulling his shirt down low, while

simultaneously trying to dig himself through the closet walls. He

wanted to escape, he wanted to run and hide. He was so mortified to

be seen like this in front of the boy he had bullied for almost a

year now and the girl he had tricked into sucking his dick just the

week before. Lisa grabbed his hands and pulled him out of the

closet. He struggled to break free from her grip, but it was like

iron. He pulled and twisted wildly trying to force her to release

him, so he could just run away!

Lisa was shocked at how weak Kenny seemed to be. He looked as if he

were trying his hardest to break her grip, but she easliy held on,

dragging him into the room. She found herself trying to calm the boy

down, despite the fact that she was embarrassed by the whole thing

too. Though probably not as embarrassed as Kenny was, she reflected

as she sat him on the bed, speaking comfortingly to him. "Shhh! It’s

OK, Kenny, We’re not going to hurt you. I just want to make sure

you’re OK." She glanced around, spotting Randy reaching into the

closet and looked back at the frightened former bully, seeing again

his wet Pull-Ups with a sad-faced Barney peering up at her. "Let’s

get you into some dry Pull-Ups, OK?" She patted his shoulder,

consolingly, her pity at his current condition outweighing her

feelings that Ken had got what he deserved.

Ken struggled to throw her off and again she was surprised at how easy

it was to restrain him. She barely needed one hand to stop the crying

boy from getting up.

Rummaging in Ken’s closet, Randy found three different packages. The

bag of GoodNites he recognized immediately, having had one in his

closet for years, The next bag had a juvenile dinosaur print on the

package. ’Pampers Easy-Ups’?! He chuckled to himself, recognizing

the design as the one on Ken’s training pants. Curious as to what

the third bag contained he turned it over: ’Depends Incontinence

Briefs’ read the package. Randy started. Weren’t those like adult

diapers? He opened the bag and looked inside. Sure enough, there

were white, plastic-backed, extremely large diapers inside. He pulled

one out, inspecting it more closely. He unfolded it, noting how much

louder it sounded than a GoodNite and examined the tapes and

leg-gathers. It was almost exactly like a Pamper except it had three

tapes on each side. He grinned evilly and turned to face his former

tormentors; one grossly fat and painfully in love with him and the

other crying in his wet baby pants.

Chapter 34 - Sex, Lies And Video Tape.

Lisa looked perplexedly at what Randy held in his hands. It looked

more like a diaper than a Pull-Up. She looked up at the smirking

young man while still holding down Kenny who started yelling the

moment he saw what Randy was holding.

"No! Not those! I don’t wear those things! No! NO!" He struck out

and slapped Lisa across the face, trying to get her to release him

from her freakishly strong grip. Her hands slackened and Ken thought

he had finally gotten the break he needed and pushed off the bed,

only to be yanked back down so hard that fell over backwards onto

the bed.

Lisa had let go in surprise when Kenny had struck her, but it didn’t

hurt as much as she had expected it to and as he rose, she grabbed

his shoulders and pulled him down. Angrily she stood up, towering

over his supine body. "How dare you! I am your BABYSITTER!" She put

one hand upon his heaving chest, keeping him down. Wth the other

hand she pulled the tape tabs open. "You are going to get it

mister." She pulled the Easy-Up out from under him and sat down on

the bed, pulling the protesting boy over her lap. All the pity she

had felt for him was gone. Her hand came down hard with a loud

smack. She ignored his pleas for her to stop and continued to redden

his bottom, not holding anything back.

*Whap! Whap! Whap!* Randy watched in glee as he got to see first

hand the effects of another of his curses. He felt his dick swelling

painfully and adjusted himself so that his penis was pointing

upwards as it continued to grow. His dick finally reached out

standing four and a half inches above his jeans as he watched Lisa

spank his neighbor as if he were a little child. He felt the thrill

of control over the boy who had made his life a living hell over the

last year. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to humiliate him even

further. As Lisa let her hand drop, panting slightly, Randy offered

her the Depend diaper, still clutched in his hand.

When Lisa was sure the fight had gone out of him, she halted the

spanking. Kenny lay there sobbing over her lap. Lisa looked at the

proferred diaper doubtfully. "Mrs. Haskins said to put him in a

diaper for bed, not in the daytime. Besides he is wearing Pull-Ups

now, maybe we should just get him another one."

Ken’s mind swirled in a painful surrealistic haze, yet his ears

perked up and he peeked through his hands at Lisa’s statement. As

bad as it was, a Pull-Up was better than a diaper. He spoke brokenly

between sobs. "I... I don’t wear... those. They... They belong to

my... cousin. Mom just... keeps them... in my room." He pointed at

the Depends still in Randy’s hands, hoping they would believe him.

"Kenny Haskins! Your mother told me specifically that you wear

diapers to bed." Lisa smacked his bottom once more. "Isn’t that

right?"

"Oww! OK! Yes! Yes, I do! But- But I only wear them at night. Only

at night, I swear!" He tried to cover his butt with his hands to

prevent another spanking.

Randy’s eyes came together as he frowned. This was not going the way

he wanted it to. He had to convince Lisa that Ken HAD to wear them

now. Perhaps he could use her adoration of him to get her to do it,

he thought. "Fine if that’s the way you feel about it I’m leaving!"

He tried to sound angry and shot Lisa a look of disgust, throwing

the diaper on the bed and turning for the door.

"What?! W-Why?" Lisa cried, her voice loud and anxious. A lump rose

in her throat at the idea of losing the boy that she loved and

needed so badly. Even thinking about him leaving left her feeling a

little empty and cold inside.

Randy whirled around, looking even angrier. "I don’t want to be

around someone who won’t properly diaper a baby! He’s not ready for

big boy training pants. Look at him." He said contemptuously.

Lisa looked back at the sobbing boy, and saw how young and pathetic

he looked to her lying on her lap. Even his penis looked smaller

than she had remembered it! Much smaller, almost like a baby’s, she

thought, looking at his tiny prick and scrotum. Still, his mom had

been specific about when to diaper him. "But his mom said..."

"Who are you going to listen to? His mom or me? Because if you don’t

like me enough to listen to what I say, then I don’t want to be

around you." Randy kept his angry appearance, though inside he was

elated. She looked like she was giving in!

Ken tried to free himself once more from his captor’s lap, turning

over and shouting at Randy, "NO! This is all your fault! You are the one

who did this to me! You made me like this with your..." He stopped

as all three of them watched him squirt a small stream of urine up

into the air and onto Lisa’s dress.

Suddenly Lisa’s decision had become much easier. She didn’t have to

choose between offending the boy she loved with all her soul and

Kenny’s mother. Kenny had settled the matter himself. She stood up

in disgust. "Gross! He just peed on me!" She grabbed the fallen

diaper and swiftly unfolded it and laid it on the bed. She commanded

Ken firmly, "Shut up and lay still so I can put your diapers on, you

big baby!"

Ken willed himself to get up and run for the door as soon as he felt

the compulsion to do as she had ordered, but just as with his mom,

he couldn’t disobey Lisa now. He laid back on the bed silent and

unmoving as Lisa bent over him. When she told him to lift up, he

complied instantly as if being diapered by a teenage girl were

something that happened every day. He felt so helpless, he didn’t

even try to struggle as she pulled the diaper between his legs and

began affixing the tapes, one by one. Randy’s chuckling became

louder as she finished and expertly checked the fit of the leg

gathers, as she had done many times before with her baby brother.

Randy was so horny just watching Ken get diapered that he thought he

would explode. He wanted it to go further, humiliate the boy even

more. "Lets take him down to the living room with us, so you can

watch him." When Lisa grabbed his shorts, Randy protested. "Don’t

put those on him. Leave him in just the diaper! So er... you can see

when he’s wet." He added at her funny look.

Lisa didn’t think it was a good idea to embarrass Kenny any more,

but if it kept Randy around longer, she would agree to just about

anything.

She put his pants down, despite Kenny’s plea that he at least get to

wear something over his Depends. When Lisa told him to go downstairs

with them, she was a bit surprised that he followed her instructions

so meekly. Just like a little boy should when his babysitter told

him to do something. Lisa felt she was finally getting an idea on

how to handle the boy. The three of them walked down the stairs, the

sound of the crinkling diaper loud in their ears.

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Michelle sat down in a folding chair in the last row. The auditorium

had been set up with about three dozen of them and at the front was

a small podium with several more chairs on each side of it. She

looked around, watching the other parents walk in. A few appeared to

be as embarrassed as she was, though most just seemed to have an air

about them of ’I hope we get this nonsense over soon’. She wondered

wether the embarrassed looking ones had bedwetting children also.

Perhaps she could find a friend for Randy here. One who could help

him feel better about his problem, so he wouldn’t have to lie to her

and sneak on dry GoodNites in the morning.

When she saw Linda enter the building, she stood up and waved her

over to her seat. Linda smiled and changed direction, now walking

briskly towards her. Michelle moved in one seat so that Linda could

sit next to her on the aisle seat.

Gratefully, Linda sat down, placing her briefcase and purse under

her chair and leaned in close to her neighbor. In a voice hardly

over a whisper she said, "Do you suppose all these people have

children that wet themselves?" Linda found it hard to believe that

there were that many bedwetters in high school.

Michelle looked around, hoping nobody had overheard the question.

She shook her head and barely moving her lips, murmured, "No, I

don’t think so. I think the school called the parents of the younger

children who are picked on a lot, mostly. Maybe the school knows

that some of them wet the bed, but I doubt it."

Linda started to ask another question, but stopped herself. She was

too embarrassed to ask if Randy had ever had daytime accidents and

was concerned that Michelle might guess the reason for her question.

Besides, there were too many people around now for her to chance

someone overhearing them.

Then the office staff appeared and took their seats next to the

podium along with a few people who did not work for the school,

including a police officer, an older man dressed in a tweed suit and

a man dressed rather inappropriately, Linda felt. He was wearing a

leather ensemble consisting of a large overcoat and wide-brimmed

hat. Linda thought he looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t

imagine where she would meet such a person and doubted she could

forget someone who dressed so outlandishly. The school principal

walked up to the podium and welcomed all the parents, thanking them

for being there.

"Hello. For those of you who don’t know me, I am principal Thomas

Jensen. Before we get started, I would like to introduce you to my

staff and the three gentlemen to my right. This is Officer Wilton, a

member of our local police force who is conducting the offical

investigation into this very serious matter. Next is Doctor Hubbard,

a clinical youth psychologist who is here to help us with the many

awkward issues involved in this er... incident. And on the end is

Mr. Jeremy Smith. Mr. Smith works for the sanitation department and

he tells us that he has found some important information regarding

what happened." He then introduced the school nurse, secretary and

the rest of his staff now seated to his left, pointing to each in

turn. Prinicpal Jensen paused, exhaling. "I would like to thank you

all for coming and I hope we can clear up this rather odious problem

quickly. As you have all been told, last Wednesday our lunchtime

announcement was switched out with a rather embarrassing recording

of a child we believe to be one of our students. We are fairly

certain that the parents of that child are in this room right now."

A low murmur broke out from the assembled adults and Mr. Jensen

continued, speaking louder to be heard over the noise. "It is

imperative that the parent or parents come forward to help us with

our investigation. Before we begin, I would like to play you the

tape, but I ask that you not share this information with your

children, due to the sensitive nature of the material." The

principal signalled to the janitor standing by the sound system and

the janitor pressed play. Michelle pressed her lips together grimly

and avoided the eye of the secretary who was looking her way.

After hearing the first few seconds, Michelle’s face went rigid even

as several of the other parents gasped at what they were hearing.

Out of the corner of her eye, Michelle could see Linda glancing at

her wide-eyed and open-mouthed in shock. Michelle saw that Linda had

recognized the voices on the tape and looked at her neighbor

beseechingly. She was relieved to see a small compassionate nod from

Linda, who was now pursing her lips in outrage that someone would do

such a horrible thing to humiliate such a kind, gentle boy as Randy.

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Ken sat miserably on the couch, stretching his shirt down as low as

possible as his ’babysitter’ and his fourteen year-old neighbor

looked down on him. After getting downstairs, Ken had realized that

Lisa had ordered him to come down with them, but she hadn’t said he

had to stay there, so he had turned around and headed back to his

room to hide. Lisa had stopped him, asking where he thought he was

going. When he replied that he was going to his room until his

mom came back, Lisa had told him she needed to watch him and make

sure he stayed out of trouble. Then she had ordered him to sit down

on the couch and watch TV, so she and Randy could talk about ’big

kid’ things. The phrasing made Ken wince.

Ken was doing his best to ignore the two teenagers and stared at the

blank television, reaching for the remote. He flipped the channel to

HBO where a re-run of ’The Sopranos’ was playing. He didn’t even

know how to respond to all the humiliations he had been put through

and decided his best bet was to pretend they weren’t happening.

Lisa grabbed the remote from his hand, saying, "You’re too young to

be watching that kind of violence, Kenny." She turned the channel to

the VCR setting and pressed play on the machine, adding "Your mom

said you like this video though, so you can watch it instead."

Ken had an idea of what was coming and tried to protest. He didn’t

want Randy or Lisa to see him watching THAT. "But I don’t want to

watch..." The opening song for ’Barney’s Very Special Potty-Training

Video’ came on and blushing deeply, Ken avoided the eyes of the

snickering Randy by looking at the screen. Soon he was avidly

watching, his eyes vacant and mouth slightly open as the video

played on.

The two teens watched Ken in wonderment as he started tapping his

toes in time to the music. Randy cackled wildly when Ken began to

sing the words to the song in a monotonous voice. He started

stroking his dick, still sticking proudly out of his jeans. He

looked over at Lisa in her wet dress. He smiled lewdly as he

suggested she take of her dress.

Now it was Lisa’s turn to blush. She felt complete inside as Randy

looked her up and down, still rubbing his magnificent organ. Without

hesitation, she whipped off her dress, not even caring at her

disgustingly fat appearance or the fact that Kenny was not five feet

away from them obliviously watching at his ’potty training’ video.

All that mattered to her was she could please Randy. She kneeled in

front of him and pulled his pants down to his ankles and waited

patiently while he put his hands on her shoulders and stepped out of

them.

Huskily, Randy commanded the girl to lick his balls and moaned in

pleasure as she hastened to obey. Randy was grinding his cock on her

face while he stared at Ken, who was now mechanically clapping along

with the children and purple dinosaur. His balls tightened as he

considered the plight of his two victims, glad they were getting

what they deserved.

Lisa’s tongue darted out over and over, stroking his scrotum wetly

as she clung to his thighs. She tasted the slightly sweaty, musky

sac, glad that she could bring pleasure to him. Randy pushed her

back slightly after a few minutes and with a wicked gleam in her

eyes told her to turn around and watch the TV. Lisa complied, a

little disappointed that he wanted her to stop, wondering if he

really thought she was a disgusting whale after all. She looked up

at the children’s video on the screen and felt a rough shove on her

shoulders, forcing her to her hands and knees.

TBC...

 

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