Valedictorian 2013

Chapter 2
Chapters V-VIII

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Chapter Description: The story continues. Contains male physical AR, female physical and mental AR, male compulsive repeated orgasms, M-to-F TG; strong humiliation throughout. The second set of four chapters in a 12-chapter arc.

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Before we resume, I wanted to take a moment to openly acknowledge that my previous work as Lola Trechlyn was a deliberate tribute to the oeuvre of Jennifer Lorraine. Similarly, my work as Little Trip is a deliberate tribute to The Tainted Sins.

I could never hope to aspire to be as talented as either of them, my two favorite AR authors of all time. My gratitude goes to both of them for inspiring me to explore these sides of myself.

We now return you to our regularly-scheduled deviance.

V - The Saboteurs: Part II

Elizabeth Strand had already unzipped the canvas bag Eddie had provided to her, finding it packed with almost every conceivably necessary baby-care supply. And she had already spread out a changing mat on the stage floor, setting the now-naked Danny Shore atop it to scream and kick while his girlfriend-cum-Mommy set about to diapering him.

“Friends,” Eddie said, addressing the crowd as Liz got her supplies together, “I believe very strongly in men of honor and the value of keeping promises. I promised these two fine classmates of mine serious changes in their relationship. I predict about five or six a day.”

Liz had returned to her now-ex-boyfriend and had already begun massaging powder into his diaper area, along his thighs, over the tiny, one-inch penis she wouldn’t miss. The sizeable cock of which her alpha-male Dan had been so proud, and used on Liz far more often than to her liking and against her protestations... now the tiny nub of an infant, useful only for wetting diapers. On the plus side, she felt a sense of justice. As for the negative... well, she wasn’t in love with the idea of changing little Danny’s messy diapers several times a day, but she was more in love than that idea than she had ever been with him.

“And the best part of all this,” Eddie continued, regaling the audience with a confidence he’d wished he’d found four years prior, “is that baby Danny continue to retains the 18-year-old mind of the Dan you all knew and... well, maybe tolerated. And all the memories that come with it!”

Danny was being unbearably fussy. He was wailing, kicking, trying to avoid the ultimate humiliation of being taped into a pair of Pampers by his girlfriend. Liz let him have his tantrum, and when he was out of breath enough for her to resume the process, she unfolded a puffy, fresh-smelling Care Bears diaper and slid the seat of it underneath Danny’s butt.

Eddie enjoyed regaling the crowd as they giggled at the awkwardness of the spectacle. “Every last bottle of warm milk he’s force-fed is his to enjoy, as much as any teenager could. Every spoonful of pureed cabbage that spills out of his mouth and onto his chin is his to lament. Every time his tummy gets upset and he struggles, out of habit, to crawl to a toilet, only to unload all of his shit into the seat of his diaper, is his crowning moment to savior. And, perhaps most importantly, every time he remembers the joy of having sex with his ex-girlfriend, of blowing his load down her throat or into her pussy, he can wet his Pampers and play pretend that that’s what he’s doing.”

Overhearing this oration only made Danny fussier than ever, but fortunately, Liz had snugly imprisoned him in his Pampers, snugly tucked in and taped with expert care. It would be the only pants he’d be wearing in that relationship for years.

Eddie turned to Liz. “He’s fussy, ?Mommy.’ He’s hungry. Gotta learn to recognize that cry.”

Liz hoisted her diapered ex-boyfriend onto her shoulder as he wept pathetically and sucked on his tiny fingers. She rifled through the canvas bag for several minutes before glancing up at Eddie in confusion. “There aren’t any bottles in here,” she said. “No baby food, either.”

Eddie smiled. “You only gave birth to Danny a year ago. I’m pretty sure you can still feed him some other way.”

Liz Strand smiled back. She was almost beginning to enjoy her “punishment.” It could’ve been because Eddie’s demonstrable power of suggestion, she thought. Or it could’ve been that his “midterm prank” excuse was a red herring meant to disguise an instinctual protectiveness he felt for someone who was secretly unhappy in her situation. But she’d have time to think about that later. She had an 18-year-old baby to feed.

Eddie, like his fellow classmates, simply took the opportunity to sit back and watch the touching scene as Liz carried baby Danny over to the folding chairs and reclaimed the one at which she’d previously sat. Frustrated and humiliated, Danny continued to scream, spill tears, and kick his tiny legs, crinkling his Pampers loudly enough to counteract whatever degree of adulthood he was trying to reclaim.

Liz pulled up her shirt and unsnapped her bra, allowing her right breast to spring free mere inches from Danny’s face. His eyes widened in horror at the sudden realization of his plight. He struggled, he stretched, he squirmed... but as soon as Liz’s nipple was pressed to Danny’s lips, the 18-year-old infant instinctively began to suckle it with a rhythm and sense of need he’d long since forgotten. He closed his eyes in resignation as the gentle jets of warm milk washed over his tongue and down into his tummy. He was hungry. Why fight it?

He had never been so humiliated in his life, and he was doubly depressed by the knowledge that he used to do this exact same thing in a far more sexual context, with a much greater reward at the end. Danny did get his reward on this occasion, too, as his tummy turned on itself with discomfort. Why fight it? And, as he nursed of his ex-girlfriends wonderfully delicious breast milk, the baby Danny Shore pooped the seat of his first of many hundreds of Pampers. He fell away from his ex-girlfriend’s tit in defeat.

Smiling, Liz replaced her bra and shirt, then stood up and hoisted her 18-year-old baby boyfriend with the loaded diaper over her shoulder, and walked over to Eddie.

“Thank you,” she whispered to him, outside range of the microphone.

“It was my pleasure.”

“Maybe, you know...” -- Liz bounced Danny a bit, patting his back to elicit a burp -- “Maybe once in a while you can come over and help me babysit him?”

Eddie smiled back. “I would love to change this one’s diaper.” Danny started sobbing again, a line of drool dangling from his toothless gums and down his chin.

“It’ll be fun,” Liz said with a giggle. “And, you know, depending on how fun it is, once this rascal trains his way out of diapers, you could always ?suggest’ he’s a one-year-old again.”

Edward Bernard nodded. “That’s the best suggestion I’ve heard all day.”

Liz, carrying Danny, walked off the stage. Little Danny Shore screamed his head off and soaked his diaper all the way back to their seats.

VI - The Contenders: Part I

”On my very first day as a freshman at Willowbrook High,” Eddie announced to his captive audience, “a couple of very popular, very vindictive holdovers from our junior high decided to start my year off on the worst possible note. Their names are Kate Haverford and Amy Gubler. You know them-- they’re standing right here.”

Kate and Amy shuffled uncomfortably on the center of the auditorium stage, shifting their weights from foot to foot. From the very second Eddie had quite successfully “suggested” they come onstage, they both knew exactly the nature of the malfeasance for which they would be convicted and sentenced. And they both knew it wasn’t going to end up pretty.

“By using white-out and faking a desire to help accustom me to the new building, they managed to convince me that the men’s locker room was the women’s, and vice versa. They managed to do this just before our first gym class. And, in doing so, they enabled a dozen-strong group of female classmates to walk in on me, completely naked except for the jockstrap I frantically tried to pull up to my crotch.”

The audience snickered at this.

“I’m glad you’re into it,” Eddie smiled. “Because this particular performance involves audience participation. I know that the general theme of the evening has been to suit the theme of the punishment to the nature of the crime, but, well... the locker rooms are all locked up. I had to improvise. Think of it as a... bonus round.”

Kate and Amy shot each other troubled glances. They wanted so desperately to walk offstage, but they couldn’t command their legs to move.

“This is how the game works,” said Eddie, walking around the pair of teenage girls in his casual manner. “By now I’m sure you’ve all noticed that, scattered about the stage, are a number of items commonly associated with infants and toddlers. I was generous enough to provide two adult-sized diapers, but there’s only one of everything else. Over there’s a bottle of warm milk... somewhat near to that, a pacifier. An opened jar of baby food with a small plastic spoon conveniently dipped right into the pureed carrots. There’s a baby rattle on offer. Also, a small stuffed bear. There’s a baby bonnet around here somewhere-- ah, there it is. And to round things out, pair of frilled pink booties. Of course, these are things that babies sometimes wear. What they don’t wear are jeans, or blouses, or panties, or bras.”

Eddie continued to walk as he talked, taking care not to step on any of the precious items. “And that’s point one of this game. The goal of the competition is to see which of these girls -- Kate or Amy -- is better at acting like a baby. They can be as creative as they please. But you all will bear witness to their attempts, and, at the end of two minutes, I will judge, by volume of applause, which girl was the better actress.

“Ironically, the loser will become an actual baby.”

The looks on Kate’s and Amy’s faces were ones of pure horror. The silence of the crowd was mixed with nervous anticipation. And Eddie was having the time of his life.

He turned to the pair of girls. “I don’t think I have to ?suggest’ to you that you don’t want to lose.” Edward Bernard grinned. “Aaaaand... go.”

In an instant, both girls -- having regained control of their motor functions -- began ripping off their clothes. Shirts came torn off in pieces. Shoes were kicked away and socks were discarded just as quickly. Jeans were dropped and kicked aside as if they’d been cursed. Kate managed to get her bra off first, but Amy wasn’t very far behind. And as soon as they had wrestled their ways out of their panties, the two stark-naked girls started running around the stage like whores possessed, trying to get hands on the most, and the most babyish, items they could.

Both girls reached their diapers at the same time, but neither was particularly skilled at putting them on, especially with the time limit. They unfolded them, sat their naked asses on the puffy material, and pulled the plastic up and over their cunts before taping each side as securely as possible.

They had run to the diapers, but now, they were crawling. Amy managed to make it to the milk-filled baby bottle first. Kate had to settle for the pacifier. She had better luck on landing the bonnet, and Amy successfully dove upon and acquired her new pair of frilly pink booties. Amy was quick to claim the rattle, fancying it as more babyish, and Kate grabbed the stuffed bear. Both girls, totally naked except for their new diapers, crawled furiously towards the opened jar of baby food. Kate got it.

The chaos continued as Kate crowned her head with the giant bonnet, tying it securely beneath her chin. Amy clothed her naked feet in the pink booties. With that, and with supplies in tow, both teenaged baby girls crawled to the front of the stage and struggled to deliver the best performance to the audience of hundreds of peers.

Kate Haverford took desperate initiative. “Whaaa baaa gaaa!” she called to the audience, deliberately forcing a line of drool to trace down her chin. She crammed the pink pacifier into her mouth and sucked in earnest, closing her eyes a bit to signify contentment.

Amy Gubler did her one better. She burst into tears. “WAAAAAH!!” she howled. “I wannn my MOMMYYYYY!!” Tears dripping down her face, she shoved the rubber nipple of the bottle into her mouth, rolled onto her back, and waved her bootied feet in the air as she nursed half the milk out of it.

Kate grabbed her jar of baby food and began using its tiny spoon to shovel pureed carrots into her mouth. Some, she swallowed, but most she allowed to drip down her face and onto her bare breasts. She started crying, too -- far more genuine than Amy’s, as she wasn’t acting -- while she shoveled baby food between her lips.

Amy tossed her bottle to the side and shoved her thumb into her mouth, returning to a sitting position, facing the audience. She sucked her thumb with wide-eyed innocence as she toyed with her rattle, bashing it weakly against her knees and giggling like an idiot.

Kate didn’t know how much of the two minutes she had left. She dropped the jar of baby food and clutched her stuffed bear against her naked chest, pouting at the audience and declaring her “wuv” for “Mistuh Beaw” as she started pissing in her diaper. The spread of yellow and increased sogginess was obvious to all as she cuddled her bear and peed herself.

Amy took notice of this, dropped her rattle, and kept sucking her thumb as she allowed her bladder to release. She had a lot more pee with which to soak her diaper than her friend, so she performed admirably in soaking nearly every square inch of fabric clinging to her pussy. Some of it even leaked out onto the stage floor, due to her hastily-executed self-diapering. She cried at this, too.

Kate was feeling the heat... not just between her thighs, but in the competition itself. Setting Mr. Bear gently down beside her, she rolled onto her back and pulled her naked toes into her mouth, sucking them with evident curiosity. The position gave the graduating seniors a perfect view of the seat of Kate’s diaper, which became increasingly brown and lumpy with each passing second. Kate closed her eyes tightly and sucked her toes and deliberately pooped her diaper as if her adult life depended on it... and it did.

Amy started to lean back to imitate the performance, but it was for naught. “TIME!!” called Eddie from the sidelines.

The girls, exhausted from their strenuous workout, splayed their arms and legs out on the stage and caught their breaths before sitting up again to be judged by the peanut gallery.

“Well, well, folks,” Eddie announced, moving to stand between the two oversized babies. “I think this is gonna be a very tough decision. I’m counting on you to help me make it.”

VII - The Contenders: Part II

“In the one corner,” Eddie declared, placing the palm of his hand atop Amy’s blond head and doing his best impersonation of a sports announcer, “Amy Gubler! An outstanding performance by any measure. “She was the first to cry like a baby, to beg for her mommy. So willing to get her meal from the nipple of a baby bottle, as she swayed her legs around in the air. First to suck her thumb, yeah? And play with her toy like a good little baby? And she peed in her diapers with such aplomb that it even leaked out onto the stage itself! I want to hear a round of applause for how you felt about Amy’s performance.”

The audience of graduating burst out in rapturous applause. Hoots and hollers could be heard from every corner. A whistle or two. Amy heard it all, and was grateful for it. She didn’t want to act like a baby, but she definitely didn’t want to be a baby. But the tears she was crying at that moment were very, very real.

“Outstanding. But then, in this corner, we’ve got Kate Haverford.” Eddie put his open palm upon Kate’s brunette head-- as best as he could, considering the massive, frilly pink bonnet in the way. The girl was continuing with the genuine sobbing that had started during her performance.

“Not to discount Amy’s performance in any way, but did Kate ?bring it,’ or what? Baby talk, drooling, and a genuine lust for her pretty pink pacifier. She force-fed herself disgusting jarred carrots, for God’s sake! Which look great on her tits, by the way. She sure treated her little bear lovingly, but let’s not forget her proaction in being the first to wet her diaper!”

The audience clapped at this, apropos of no cajoling. Kate was completely broken down in tears.

“And then,” Eddie continued, “get this. She rolls onto her back to suck on her bare toes, just so you all had the distinct view of her taking a dump in her didees. I don’t think I’ve seen a fuller diaper in my life!”

More unsolicited applause. Amy shivered at this. She felt truly doomed.

“Who thinks Kate makes the better baby?”

A standing ovation. The soaked and messy Kate heaved a sigh of obvious relief, even managing a smile as the audience of hundreds whooped, cheered, and hollered in honor of her success. She wouldn’t have to relive the last 17 years of her life after all. It was almost worth the sticky crap pressed against her ass.

As the applause subsided and the crowd sat back down, Eddie smiled. “I do, too.”

Not a moment later, Kate was one year old. Tiny, denuded, but in an appropriately-sized pair of Pampers -- soaked clear through and weighed down by an adult-sized load. As soon as she realized she had been duped, Kate burst into real baby tears, with a real baby wail. Because Kate Haverford was now a real baby.

Amy, her mouth agape with relief, turned to smile at Eddie. “Fank yous, Eddie,” she said. Why am I talking like a baby?, thought the 18-year-old, upset enough that she was still braless and in a saturated diaper. She tried to stand up to protest. She couldn’t.

Eddie smiled at her, as well. “I said one of you would be turned into a baby. I never said the other one wouldn’t act like a baby for the rest of her life.”

The teenage girl found it to be true. She had no idea how to walk. She could barely sit up with her big, naked tits flopping around in front of her. And her emotions were suddenly very, very sensitive.

Amy Gubler collapsed into tears again. She pushed her thumb into her mouth and sucked on it in a vain attempt to calm herself down before curling up into a ball onstage. The fetal position in which she ended up gave the audience an ideal look at Amy’s diapered butt. And everybody saw the big-breasted teen fill her diaper with poop, for real this time, as she would for decades to come.

VIII - The Ex

An unassuming but tremendously handsome young man dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt sat upon a metal folding chair in the center of the stage. His arms were crossed and his feet were tapping as he nervously awaited the judgment towards which he knew he was inexorably hurtling.

“This one’s gonna be a little more simple,” said Eddie, addressing the audience. “Our good friend up here is Scott Thurman. He and I dated throughout junior high school. When he came to Willowbrook High and saw the girls of our hallways really coming into their own, he decided to dump me and switch to one of them. She’s a lovely girl -- they’re still together, I think -- and he had every right to make the choice he did.

“That wasn’t the problem, no. The manner in which he dumped me was quite public and very humiliating. So, in return, I’m going to allow him a taste of what he made me feel like at that time.”

Scott tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry.

“Let me tell you a few secrets about our little Scott here,” Eddie continued. “First, did you know he loves to wear women’s underwear?”

The audience offered up an audible snicker. Scott shuddered at a horrifying realization: What Eddie claimed hadn’t been true before, but it was now.

“And he’s wearing them right now.”

Scott felt his loose-fitting boxers tighten up into something considerably more restrictive.

“And he wants to show them off to all of you.”

Scott rose to his feet as he acknowledged the truth of what his ex-boyfriend was saying. He unzipped his blue jeans, pulled them off, and displayed his pink lace panties to the laughing hundreds of graduates. Scott tossed his jeans to the side of the stage and proceeded to model them, pulling up his t-shirt a bit and turning to all sides, swatting himself on the ass to complete the effect. The shear fabric left nothing to the imagination, and when Scott again faced the audience before returning to his seated position on the folding chair, his moderately-sized penis was quite visible.

Scott Thurman felt like a fool. A sexy, sexy fool.

“Let me explain to you all just how much he likes wearing them,” Eddie said to the graduating class. “He gets incredibly aroused at the mere feeling of the fabric hugging his crotch, his ass, his thighs.”

Scott let out a slight moan as he started developing a massive erection. Blood rushed into the boy’s cock, tenting out the panties in full view of everybody, and it was mere seconds before his pulsing organ was pushing the ladies’ underwear to its breaking point. The front row got an excellent view of his circumcised head delivering a drop of pre-cum to the pink fabric.

“But there’s more,” Eddie continued. “Girl’s pants aren’t nearly the only girly thing that brings Scott to the edge of climax. At the very mention of specific ?girly’ things, he’s been known to blow his load right then and there. This is especially vexing for him because he has this other strange habit of sucking his thumb as he cums. Whatever, I mean, if that’s your thing, who am I to judge?”

Scott felt a single, solitary tear roll down his right cheek. He was dangerously close to having an orgasm.

Eddie didn’t skip a beat. “?Girly’ things like reading Tiger Beat and thinking of being asked out on a date by the guys he sees among the pages... maybe even getting the chance to hold their hands.”

Scott moaned, shoved his thumb into his mouth, and shot a load of cum into his pink panties. He closed his eyes, sucked his thumb like a baby, and blew wad after wad of sticky white stuff into the fabric. By the time it was over, the panties were ruined-- soaked, and sticky. But Scott continued to suck his thumb as he realized his erection showed no sign of subsiding.

“Sorry about that,” Eddie said. “Fortunately, Scott, you have a very quick refractory period. Truly, what a gift-- you’re able to cum a full load again after only two seconds, if the need arises!”

Scott panted. He was sweating. He was so, so horny. Horny and humiliated. He found that sucking his thumb turned him on even more.

“So I won’t mention other ?girly’ things like shopping for a new pair of panties to replace the ones you just had your little accident in.”

Scott let a passionate groan out from around his thumb as his cock twitched and delivered an even bigger amount of semen into his panties than the previous time. With each bucking motion, more and more cum saturated the fabric, and it started running down his thighs.

“Or spreading juicy gossip about boys you like... and boys you don’t.”

The boy in the chair sucked his thumb fiercely as he has his third orgasm in a row. It was stronger this time. He fired his first wad of cum with enough force to actually fly through the fabric of his panties and splatter on the stage floor below. Long, thick rivulets of semen pooled on his chair and ran down his legs.

“Or hugging guys, holding them, making out with them.”

Scott was in agony. Delicious, wonderful agony. His thumb never left his mouth as he squealed and had an orgasm strong enough to send a glob of semen offstage and onto a disgusted onlooker. He quivered and shuddered and shook and covered his legs, and now his feet, in long, sticky strands of cum.

“Or feeling up a guy’s cock, caressing it through his pants, wondering what it would be like to taste, to suck, to pleasure him like a little whore.”

Scott Thurman screamed and had an orgasm so strong he never thought his brain could handle the power of its pleasure. His cock sprang free from the top of his panties and sprayed his t-shirt in strand after strand of stinking ejaculate. Some globs managed to hit the underside of his chin and the hand whose thumb he was sucking. When it was over, the teenager was covered, literally, head-to-toe in his own semen. The bleachlike odor hung sickly in the air.

“I hope you enjoyed those experiences of male release, you little two-timer.” Eddie shook his head in mock disappointment. “They were your last.”

Scott was exhausted and could barely respond, short of panting and crying, as his erection subsided. Then his flaccid penis shrank, and shrank, and shrank. And by the time it had become a vagina, two fabulous breasts had already developed on the devastated teenager’s chest. He made almost as beautiful a woman as he had a handsome young man.

“I don’t think you’re girlfriend’s a lesbian,” Eddie mocked, “or even bisexual. Guess that counts as a breakup.

“Now go get yourself cleaned up. You look and smell like a slut. And think about buying a fresh pair of panties.”

Scott did, and experienced his first orgasm as a girl.

NEXT:

IX - The Girlfriend: Part I

X - The Girlfriend: Part II

XI - The Finale

XII - The New Reality

thanks for reading. -lt

 

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