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I wonder what an LLM trained on this site would produce?  I have enjoyed some AI produced works in audio format, on YT, basically for a cheap audiobook. It’s good enough for background noise, or enjoyable if less than half my brain is engaged.  Let’s hope everyone stays honorable, and sticks to the rules. As written, I think they are quite good. If only every platform and everyone would abide by such rules.

My universal remote is dying (keeps rebooting) so I'm back to the per-device remotes. It's just too many buttons and remote switching. My fragile little mind can't handle it! Had to order the exact same remote I had, hope it comes quick before I lose what little sanity remains!

Chapter 8 I’m Safer Doing This? I was watching television with Van-van in the living room, Van-van also playing around with this ring toy with a peg on a base. You know, the baby ring stacking game thing, that had five rings of different sizes, and was meant for babies to order them from largest ring on the bottom to the smallest on the top. This show with cute little bear-like beings with decals on their tummies, and when shown to the cartoon kids, seemed to be half the kids’ heights, was going around helping people with feelings. “I’m gonna do it,” Van-van suddenly announced at the room though only I was around to hear her. Carl…, I don’t know where he went off to, and Jason had Theo upstairs supposedly giving him a bath, still. Auntie, I think, went outside to check on something on the farm. “Do it?” I asked looking over at Van-van who had shifted to being on her knees, and was hovering her butt a bit. She looked up at me with sort of a naughty glint in her eye. “Yeah. I’m gonna do it.” I frowned. I guessed she meant she was going to pee her pants. Jason said she was going to do that sometime tonight earlier. “You don’t have to say it, do you?” “What?” she smiled up at me and put a finger in her mouth. I shrugged. “Well, if you’re gonna do it, then do it, I guess.” She nodded and I saw her face starting to get a little bit red. At first, I thought it was due to embarrassment, but then I started to smell something. “You’re not…?” She looked at me, and then lowered her reddened face and seemed to concentrate a little more before I heard some popping and rumbling from her bottom before the waters started to squirt through her clothes—she was wearing a skirt, and as the waters squirted off and on, I heard more loud popping as she seemed to readjust, scrunch her face up, it getting a deeper red, and then the smell got worse. I watched, wondering how on earth she could do that. Just like that. On purpose…, she was pooping her pants? The water that squirted started to take on a brown hue rather than a clear one, and that’s when I was sure she had started to poop her pants! She was doing it, and she wasn’t even finished. I turned away to the television trying to ignore what she was doing. I felt really hot in my own face, and a bit of sadness tugged at my insides as I realized she wasn’t even going to stand up and try to go potty after starting. She just squatted there like that, adjusting from time to time, but forcing herself to fully do it. I don’t know how long I stared at the television trying to ignore her before she sniffled as though about to cry. I didn’t know what to do. She chose to do it. She even acted like she was being naughty and doing it on purpose, but now… she was acting sad and about to cry? I got up and looked around but Jason seemed to still be upstairs and Auntie was probably still outside in the yard. I sighed and walked over reaching for her hand. “Van-van? Come on. We need to go outside and find Auntie.” Van-van looked up at me with sparkling teary eyes and reached her hand up at me to help her up. Her hand felt wet. She must have had her hands in her crotch while she peed. I mean, I guess it’s natural if it’s an accident and you try to hold it…, only she didn’t try to hold it, did she? I tried to ignore that her hand had pee on it, but the back of my mind was screaming at me that it was gross. Her hand had pee on it, and I was holding it because she was acting a lot more like a baby right now than I ever thought needed, and she needed to get Auntie’s help. I wasn’t going to change her! We walked around outside, Van-van still sniffling, and trying to find Auntie. I don’t think we were out there more than five minutes, but in that time, her sniffling when from trying to hold back, to a small little whiny sound, to starting to actually cry. “Oh, babies!” Auntie seemed to come out of nowhere. “What’s wrong?” “Um…. Van-van went potty,” I whispered and looked down at her skirt. “In the potty?” Auntie seemed to feign like she didn’t know. “No?” I looked up at her wondering how she could not know why Van-van was crying, how she could miss that her butt of her skirt was soaked, and that she smelled really bad. “She went potty in her panties—in… in the living room.” Auntie got down to our level, and she smiled. “It’s okay, babies. That’s what babies do, isn’t it, sweetie. Auntie’s not mad.” I shivered. Auntie felt around at the back of my pants which were still damp from earlier peeing on Jason, and then felt the back of Van-van’s skirt, and then smiled nodding as though she was just understanding. “Did you have a little poopy accident?” she asked Van-van. Van-van just looked down at the ground. “It’s okay, baby. That happens to babies sometimes. It’s not your fault, sweetheart. Besides Jason was supposed to be in the bathroom with Theo.” Carl came out of nowhere at that moment, and he pulled a face as Auntie actually picked Van-van up to carry her. I thought she was old. How was she carrying Van-van so easily? “The baby pooped her pants?” he said though I thought I heard something a bit like a mean tone… sort of mocking behind the words. “Of course, she did,” Auntie Jenny frowned down at him. “Babies sometimes do that. Of course, you know better than to do that, so don’t worry about it. You’ll get your wish and be out of here on Monday.” I looked up at Auntie. “I thought that they couldn’t just move people suddenly.” “It’s hard, sometimes, but they do move kids if they know there is not a good match because they don’t want anyone to be mistreated. They know that naughty kids that are not happy in a place can make a lot of stress, and while that’s no excuse for abuse, they do like to prevent anything that can cause it just the same.” I frowned up at her. I wasn’t sure what she was saying, to be honest. I mean…, I doubted she’d ever actually hit Carl because after all, he mouthed off to her a bit earlier, and she just told him that he wins, and he can leave. She went to make the arrangements. She didn’t yell. She didn’t even say anything mean. She just said he won. But then again… the others warned me that Carl might go somewhere worse, and I wasn’t sure if Auntie understood that or not. “Does Carl really have to leave?” I finally asked as we got to the door of the house. “Honey, Carl doesn’t like it here,” she told me. She looked back at Carl to get his input. Carl shook his head. “Auntie’s rules are stupid and weird.” Auntie frowned at him. “Don’t tell the babies that the rules are stupid and weird just because you think you are too old to have them.” “But they aren’t babies,” Carl looked up at her. “Carl, sweetie, do me a favor….” “What?” “Feel between Corinna’s legs.” “Why?” “You say she’s not a baby. So if she’s not a baby, she should feel completely dry.” “I don’t have to feel her. She peed her pants earlier, remember?” “No, you don’t understand. Either feel her pants, or I’ll have to spank you for scaring her. You don’t seem to understand that the baby wet herself because she doesn’t know any better.” “I….” “I mean it, Carl. Feel her pants, or I’ll have to spank you for being mean. Corinna, let him check.” “I didn’t wet since Jason was holding me,” I whispered up. “It’s okay, honey. You’ll still be a little bit wet.” I sighed and stood there, waiting for Carl to check. His shaking hand paused near me, and he looked up at her again. “You don’t really want me to check her, do you?” “Do you want a spanking for being mean to the babies?” “No?” “Then you need to see if she is a baby. Check her pants. While you are at it, you will check Van-van, too.” I shivered. His hand reached my thigh, on the outside. It was shaking. “I… I don’t want to,” he whispered. “Okay. Spanking it is, then,” Auntie frowned. “I’m sorry that you feel like you have to be mean to the babies all the time. Look at Jason, Carl. He’s not a baby, but he doesn’t make fun of them, and he understands that they need to be taken care of. That’s why he stays around. He helps me with them.” “Okay, but didn’t he pee his pants at the table, too?” “He had an accident, Carl. He was watching the baby, and could see that I was upset and told him to go eat, so he didn’t feel comfortable stressing me out because he could see you were already giving me a hard time.” “And if he had went to the bathroom instead of peeing his pants?” Carl snarled. “Of course, I’d not say anything as long as he took the baby with him that I put him in charge of.” “But that would mean that Corinna would be forced to watch him in the bathroom.” Auntie sighed. “Carl, Corinna is a baby. She doesn’t care about him going to the toilet. She’d probably just start playing with her fingers or something until he was done.” Carl blew air through his cheeks in exasperation. I looked down, feeling a little bit like Carl. I didn’t want to watch Jason use the toilet on purpose. I wasn’t even sure Jason had peed. I think he made me pee on him so that it would look like he wet his pants because he didn’t want to do it for real. “Either way, Carl. This is your last chance. Either check Corinna’s pants or you will be spanked.” Carl sighed and he reached around and felt my bottom. “Her butt is wet.” “...And baby Van-van,” she squatted down so he could touch her on the butt. “No, Carl, under the skirt. The skirt is barely noticeable. You can’t tell she did it by touching her skirt.” “But…, didn’t she poop her pants?” Carl frowned up narrowing his eyes at both Auntie and Van-van. “You won’t know that unless you check, will you?” He sighed. He lifted her skirt completely up, so I saw her panties sagging on her, and the mess was very hard to miss. “Feel her butt. I mean it,” Auntie told him. He put his shaking hand on her butt. “Ew! She’s gross.” “She’s not gross,” Auntie said sharply at him. “She’s just had an accident. Now, tell her it’s okay, and that you are sorry right now.” “I… I’m sorry, Van-van. I know you can’t keep from doing that,” though I thought he said something else under his breath after that. If I had to guess, it was probably something like “...at least while you are stuck here with this crazy lady.” I shivered. “Well, I’m going to take the babies upstairs and see if Jason is done so I can get them clean. Carl, I want you to find the mess Van-van made in the living room and clean it up. You are supposed to be a big boy after all, right?” “Right.” And Auntie took us in the house and directly up the stairs, where we saw Jason taking Theodore to their room. “I didn’t even pee my pants,” I thought I heard Theodore telling Jason. “Buddy, yes you did,” he gave Theo a look that made him look down. “You just forgot about it. It’s okay. Babies don’t always remember that they wet, that’s why they sometimes wear wet pants and play like nothing happened.” Theodore was looking down when I actually saw him. Auntie squatted down and put Van-van on her feet, and then she motioned at Theodore. “Honey, don’t be scared that you pee your pants, okay?” Theodore walked over to her, looked up at her, and frowned. “Okay.” “Even little Jay-Jay has trouble sometimes if he’s flustered or scared. It’s fine, children. You are not going to get in trouble for having little potty accidents, okay?” Theodore nodded as he looked down sadly. I walked over and hugged him. “I wet my pants and the bed, and did it even before coming here,” I whispered to him. “You don’t have to worry. At least she doesn’t get mad at you for thinking you wet, right?” He looked at me seriously. “Did your mom hit you for wetting?” “No. But my old old school…,” but I looked down not wanting to go into how they were the ones that first didn’t let me use the bathroom, then blamed me, and then humiliated me for it. “My old school forced me to wet my pants sometimes, and then yelled at me and made fun of me for it.” He hugged me back. “But… they can’t do that.” “That because you not black,” I frowned at him. “What does that have to do with it?” “Everything,” I looked down. Auntie reached over and picked me up. “Well, that doesn’t happen at my house, baby,” she whispered to me. “You are a baby, and that’s sort of why you can’t control it very well, but it’s not right to force you to pee your pants on purpose and then yell at you for it. You will never be shamed in my house, and if the school hurts your feelings even if you do it on accident at school, one very upset Auntie will have people fired.” I shivered in her arms. “You can’t really do that, can you?” “Sweetheart, did any adult at school make fun of you or humiliate you in front of the whole class?” I shook my head no. “You better not be lying, sweetheart. You are not the one that will be in trouble if they humiliated my little baby Corinna.” “They didn’t. I promise. The teacher even comes by and checks that I didn’t pee before she calls on me to stand up for anything now. She said so yesterday, and she did it all day today.” “Alright, honey. You just tell me if any adults allow you to be bullied on purpose or worse, start the bullying. You are allowed to potty your pants, okay?” I nodded and looked at the floor blushing. “Okay, Jay-Jay, take Theo to the living room with some toys and you two play for a little bit while watching TV, okay?” “Yes, ma’am.” Auntie let me down out of her arms, and she took us into the bathroom. “No, Van-van, baby. Don’t do it on your own. You have messy panties that might spill on the floor. Wait for Auntie, okay?” Van-van nodded. “Corinna, if you are getting a little uncomfortable, you can go ahead and take off your pants if you want… unless you pooped in them.” “I didn’t,” I whispered my face a little red with heat. Maybe I was supposed to poop myself, too. Van-van did it. I saw her do it on purpose. I shivered as I pulled my pants down. Auntie ran the water, and she nodded at me to get in the tub. She watched me carefully, as though afraid that something might happen to me until I was in the water. “Alright, Van-van. Auntie is ready for you. Come here.” Auntie took her top off of her first, and her undershirt, and then she pulled her skirt down and off and carefully put it to the side. I could see some of the stuff on poor Van-van’s legs. She really did fully do it. Auntie cleaned off Van-van outside the tub with a wet towel, getting her in her butt and between her legs until she had no more poop on her, and all the while, reassuring her. “You know I’m not mad at all, don’t you sweetie?” she whispered to Van-van though I could still hear them. “You’re allowed to poop your pants, honey.” She nodded. “Especially because of the nightmare you had the other night. I don’t ever want you to be scared of that here. You had a nightmare about pooping your pants at the other place you were at, didn’t you?” Van-van looked at the floor and nodded. “Well, you are a baby, and I don’t even hit kids that are mature like Carl for pooping their pants. It’s wrong to hit like that, honey.” I felt a little something tug at me from inside when she said that. It was sort of reassuring that she thought even if I was a big girl, she wouldn’t be mad at me peeing my pants. “And that goes for you, Corinna. You can poop your pants, baby. And even if you get mature like Jay-jay, you are allowed to have accidents and wet or poop in your pants sometimes.” I nodded. I started to wonder if Jason really did wet his pants at the table. I didn’t feel him go on me. I was in his lap… but then I was already wet from him making me sit there and pee on him. Maybe he did wet? His pants butt was pretty wet….   After we had had a bath, Auntie took us to our room, nearly naked with only a towel covering us, and she dressed us both into pajamas, and then she called the other three kids up, even Carl, and she read to us. Theo fell asleep on our bed while she was reading, but she picked him up to take him to bed, and then she whispered to Carl. “Meet me in the living room. I’ll make a space for you to sleep in there so you don’t have to sleep with the little kids this weekend. I understand you are not a little kid, anymore.” Carl smiled and nodded when he got up and left the room. Jay-jay, Jason, got up and held Auntie’s arm. “Auntie? I… I’m still a little kid?” “Yes, Jay-Jay, you are. You aren’t going anywhere.” “Even though I… I’m not exactly a baby?” “Sweetheart…,” she hugged him. “Carl doesn’t understand how to treat babies, and I can’t have someone being mean to the babies in the house. You are a big boy, honey. And you just proved you pee your pants sometimes, still, which is okay. But I’m not sending you to anyone else until you at least stop peeing your pants. I wouldn’t want someone to hit you like has happened before, okay?” Jason nodded. “Yes ma’am.” She hugged him with one hand because the other hand was balancing Theo in her arms. She was really strong for a supposed older woman.   Van-van and I were alone. “Do you see why you have to pee your pants at least twice a day?” Van-van asked me. I frowned at her. “Carl is going to be sent away, not because he didn’t wet, but because he was mean to me about doing it at school today, and about telling the whole class that you do it. He wouldn’t apologize, and he wouldn’t even pee his pants when I told him to, to prove that he was a baby and maybe didn’t understand how his actions were wrong.” “But I don’t usually wet my pants… I mean… unless someone makes me. I only wet the bed… on accident.” “I don’t know why, Corinna, that Auntie Jenny has decided you are more a baby than any of us, but if you stop peeing your pants in the day, she’ll feel lied to. You know, worse than Carl talking back at her earlier, she hates lying. You’ve got to keep peeing your pants. I’m sorry.” “I guess….” “You probably think it was gross what I did earlier?” I wrinkled my nose and looked down. Of course I did. There’s no way she could think I didn’t. “Well, it was gross,” Van-van admitted. “But you saw how much she cooed over us since then. Auntie is triggered by those kinds of things, and honestly, if you don’t start doing other baby things, she might feel lied to….” “You not saying I have to poop my pants on purpose, are you?” I asked a little bit scared. “No…? I mean, it would help your case if you pooped your pants, maybe by accident, from just holding it and holding it just before it comes out, asking and then it coming out before you get to the toilet…. But that’s not all there is to being a baby. Didn’t you see me messing around earlier before I pooped?” “You mean with the baby toy?” “Yeah. You should at least play with toys and your fingers, and maybe try to talk a little cuter and a little more… babyish, too.” “And if I do, I won’t go to a bad place that hits me?” “Well, there is no guarantee you will go to a place like that anyway, but it will be guaranteed that you won’t if you stay with Auntie.” “Oh.” “Look, even Jay-jay sometimes pees his pants. Not that often, but just often enough that Auntie still looks at him like a little boy. And Theo wets the bed all the time, and he listens to Jay-jay if he tells him to pee his pants sometimes.” I frowned. “Carl did listen to Jason for before this, and sometimes peed, but he’s been getting a bit against it now, for the last couple of weeks.” “He doesn’t like doing it,” I whispered. “Well, Jason doesn’t like doing it either, and I don’t think Theo likes doing it on purpose either. I don’t enjoy doing it myself, but I have to wet once in a while even if I don’t have a bad dream. You might not have caught on, but Auntie always protected me a little more than even Theodore, and she thinks of me as being more immature, so I have to haven an accident sometimes.” “So… do you poop your pants?” I asked my face red and hot. “Sometimes,” she looked down. “I don’t really enjoy it, and it’s kind of hard to do on purpose, sometimes, but I’d rather do that then go back to a place like before.” I smiled though my face was really hot. “Yeah. I think I get it. Jason told me about some of the places he was at. It’s really bad at some places, isn’t it?” “Yeah. So don’t worry if you pee the bed tonight. Oh, and fair warning, I’m going to wet the bed even if I have to do it on purpose tonight, so you might not want to sleep too close if you think being in someone else’s pee is gross.” “You don’t?” I asked frowning. “Well, I’ve shared a bed here with others, and you know Auntie. I got used to being peed on.” I frowned. “Jason made me pee my pants on his lap.” “Yeah. He’s done that with me before. I think it’s a way to look wet without lying to Auntie, who doesn’t really question it.” “But he said we wet,” I told her looking at my hands. “Then… he probably peed his pants, too. He does it only when he feel like he needs to… to make Auntie remember he’s a little boy. I mean, Carl is younger than him and was acting all big and stuff… so it makes sense that Jay-jay peed.” I sighed. “And you don’t think Auntie is wrong about making us do this?” “It’s not about what is right or wrong, for me,” Vanessa sat up in bed and explained it to me like I had no idea of what was going on. “It’s about what is safe. I know what Auntie wants, and as long as I pee my pants often enough, I won’t go somewhere where… they really hurt you. I actually like that I sometimes don’t have to worry, if like I’m at school and feel nervous leaving my seat, that if I wet, Auntie will be mad if the teachers make a big deal about it.” “You pee your pants at school?” “Sometimes. And when I have nightmares, I pee the bed.” “Well, I mean…. I guess it’s good to know I’ll never get yelled at or be hurt for having accidents at school,” I frowned. “And I do wet the bed, like all the time.” “It’s okay. You are a baby here, so you are supposed to do that anyway. So, you should actually try to be wet at least twice a day, and honestly, it would help your case, with Auntie, if you did poop sometimes in your panties, but that’s up to you.” I sighed and lie down to sleep. Wetting my pants and wetting the bed kept me in a safe place though, so I guess I should be glad that I already pee the bed all the time. I just had to get comfortable with letting myself pee my pants more often. But at least Auntie doesn’t hit.

Thanks wyrdone!

Chapter 28 Daniel held Jen’s hand as he looked around the corner, glancing both ways to make sure that the coast was clear. After their encounter in the hall, the simple contact of their hands felt different–he wasn’t just keeping her close, he was holding hands.  “It’s not against the rules to have guests,” Jen pointed out. “I’m sure it’s fine if–” “If Rachel hears?” Daniel replied. “I’m not worried about having a friend in my room, I’m worried about her using that information to screw with us.”  “Right, I’m following you.” Giggling, she added the punchline to her own statement. “I mean, I’m following you. That’s the idea, since you don’t know what your room number is.” Daniel rolled his eyes, but pulled her into the hallway and crept the last few paces to his dorm.  “It’s weird that you don’t have a roommate,” Jen said, stepping in as he held the door for her. She twirled with her arms out, her skirt spinning like a parasol. “You have so much space to yourself!”  “I guess,” Daniel said, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It’s…fine?”  Crossing to the closed curtains against the wall, Jen asked, “What do you have set for your view?”  A blush rushing to his cheeks, Daniel extended an arm to stop her, but it was too late. “Don’t–” She pulled the curtains wide, revealing the portrait Rachel had plastered there: Daniel, blushing as he held up his skirt and showed off his diaper. Jen stared for a moment, blinking in bafflement, then said, “Oh, crap, I remember you mentioned she did this. Do you want me to change it for you?”  “Yes, please,” Daniel replied.  Producing her wand, Jen asked, “How about a beach view? Or maybe a forest?”  “Sure,” Daniel said, before thinking better of it. “Actually…make it a city street. Somewhere in New York.”  “Like…Times Square?”  “Nah, like something more…where people live,” Daniel said. “Like you’d look out the window of a brownstone and see a street bustling.”  Jen cocked an eyebrow at him. “I don’t live in New York, I don’t know what that looks like.”  “...Times Square is cool.” Daniel shrugged again, shifting from side to side uncomfortably.  Now that she was in his room–now that anyone was in his room other than Daniel–he noticed how messy the place was. The bed unmade, the diaper pail full, his books and study notes spread haphazardly on the desk. He had not planned on having a girl over, let alone one that he’d just…  “So we should talk about what we’re going to do now, right?” Jen asked, as the image on the wall warped and vibrated, turning from a humiliating portrait to a busy street scene.  “I don’t want to mess with our friendship,” Daniel said quickly.  “Oh, of course, like…how do I put this? I enjoyed making out, and I’d like to do it again, but I was serious when I said I didn’t want anything serious.”  “Yeah, no, for sure,” Daniel agreed, though he mostly just didn’t know what he could even say ‘no’ to at that point. “I don’t want to be one of those people who gets into a relationship in college, then that becomes the only thing about them that matters. Studies still come first.” “And I’m happy to keep helping you with your control.” Jen glanced at his only chair, the one currently holding several books as though it were a pull-out shelf, then she sat down at the end of his bed.  Rubbing the back of his neck, Daniel leaned against the far wall. “I guess…can we just–”  Three loud THUDs cut him off as a fist pounded against his dorm room door. “Daniel–come out, I just want to talk.” Daniel felt his stomach drop as his flight-or-fight instinct rose. Rachel had come to him sooner than he’d expected.  Facing Jen, he mouthed, ‘Hide!’  Brow furrowing, she mouthed back a message. He couldn’t read her lips, but he could understand her expression clearly enough: She didn’t know what to do, and she was panicked.  Crouching, Daniel pointed under the bed, trying to make his point with gestures before he called back, “I–gimme a minute!” The sinking sensation in his guts took on new meaning a moment later, when Daniel realized that it wasn’t just an emotion or a vague sense of things. He was, literally, feeling weight drop out of his body, shifting to fill up the seat of his diaper instead.  “No, no, no–” he mumbled, as Jen stared at him with wide eyes before finally getting it and dropping onto the floor so she could roll under the bed. Her hat was too big and bulky to remain in place as she crawled into her hiding spot, but she reached out and grabbed it like an occult archeologist.  “I’m allowed to inspect your room, so open up before I do it myself,” Rachel snarled.  Once certain that Jen was out of sight, Daniel turned, shame and fear mixing into a cocktail inside his brain. He reached out for the door handle, but found that he couldn’t turn it. A few seconds passed in paralyzed panic, and Daniel could only watch his hand tremble and feel his diaper sag as his body prepared to run from a predator. Before he could overcome his own better judgement and force himself to act, the door opened of its own accord and Rachel stepped in. His prefect’s triumphant grin only grew broader when she stepped into his dorm and wrinkled her nose. Daniel’s accident couldn’t be hidden, and the glee she took in watching him squirm was obvious.  Pinching her nose for emphasis, Rachel asked, “Oh, are you one of those people who can’t go if there’s someone else in the room? Or–I’m sorry, you can’t help it at all, can you?” “Just…leave me alone, so I can get cleaned up, okay?” Daniel asked, avoiding eye contact with her. “Hardly. You were in the restricted section of the library, and now you’re going down.” Daniel thought about denying it. Then he saw the malice dancing in Rachel’s eyes, and decided to take a different tactic. “Yeah? And who, exactly, is going to believe you?”  Rachel’s satisfaction flickered with uncertainty. “They trust me more than they trust a dweeb spark like you.”  “Will they believe a spark can get past wards that are hundreds of years old?” Daniel asked. “Or will they think you’re just trying to get me in trouble?”  “I–” Rachel began, before huffing in frustration, collecting herself, and producing her wand. “You want me to argue with you, but I don’t need to–you’re coming with me.”  (I miscalculated again, didn’t I?) Daniel thought to himself, before a telekinetic force seized him by the ankle, hoisted him into the air, and flipped him upside down. His skirt flopped around the waist, diaper fully exposed, and Rachel’s satisfied grin grew back to its full strength. “How about we make a deal, spark?” she asked, dangling Daniel so that he was just high enough off the floor that his hair brushed against it. “You admit the truth, and I’ll stop reminding you what a pathetic excuse for a warlock you are.  This low to the ground, Daniel could make eye contact with Jen, who had both hands over her mouth to stay silent as she watched the ankle-height drama she could draw line of sight to. Daniel couldn’t look weak in front of an audience, so through gritted teeth, he replied, “Screw you.” “Hard way it is,” Rachel replied casually. Shrugging one shoulder, she raised him up a bit higher, spinning him in place like a piece of meat on a vertical spit. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you just wanted an excuse to show off your gross baby bottoms.”  “You already cursed me, what’s the worst you can do now?” Daniel demanded. “That’s a stupid question, even coming from you,” Rachel replied. “Though I notice you haven’t given up and gone home yet–is that because you like huffing your own dirty diapers, or because you think you’re clever enough to lift the curse? Because let me tell you, you are not clever enough to lift that curse.” “I know I can’t counterspell it,” Daniel grumbled, kicking his legs in a feeble attempt to shake off her magic.  “Oh, so you do like huffing your own dirty diapers,” Rachel completed. “That’s very big of you to admit.” “We both know I’m not going to tell you anything,” Daniel demanded, trying to remain tough. “This is a waste of time.”  “And why’s that?” Rachel asked. “You think I can’t make you crack?”  “I think there’s no point,” Daniel explained. “No teacher is going to believe that I broke through their wards, and you know I’m too crap at magic to even try. I could sing a confession off the top of Mount Everest, nobody would think I actually pulled it off. My word counts for shit, but I’d still win in a ‘He said, she said’ because nobody will think I am capable of beating the school’s wards. So…stop playing pretend. You’re just a cartoon bully, looking for an excuse, and claiming to be mad about whatever library crap you’re on about.”  Tilting her head curiously, Rachel flicked her wand to the side. “A cartoon bully? You don’t have any lunch money, but I suppose I could give you a wedgie.”  Daniel’s eyes widened. “No, wait–”  The telekinetic force holding onto his ankle vanished, and the tight fist of her magic instead seized the back of Daniel’s diaper. He fell, and though the garment didn’t ride up between his cheeks in a painful, stinging way, all the weight of his body fell into the seat of his diaper and onto his groin, hitting Daniel with a humiliating squelch at the same time as a shock of pain.  Dangling, weight fully supported by his diaper, Daniel kicked his legs but found no purchase, no support to take the pressure off. If he leaned back, it caused his most recent accident to smush around against his skin, but that was still better than leaning forward and experiencing an acute ache in his balls. Whimpering, he tried to reach for Rachel’s wand, to force her to stop, but she just pulled her hand away.  “You’ve got a point,” she said. “When we’re in private, there’s really nothing at all you can do to stop me, is there?”  “Wh–” Daniel began. “That’s not what I was saying!”  “Nobody would believe you in a ‘He said, she said’,” Rachel continued. “And this is just an excuse. What can you do to stop me?”  “I’ll–” Daniel’s objection was halted immediately by a sudden jostle. Rachel flicked her wand up, and Daniel bobbed up to match, bouncing in mid-air and falling back into his diaper with a painful splgihdlch. He gasped, and Rachel laughed, continuing to bob him up and down, rocking Daniel as though he were trapped in an invisible baby bouncer.  “You’ll what?” she asked. “Blow raspberries at me? Go tell the dean that I was being a big ol’ bully? They hate you, spark. As long as I don’t do a whole song and dance in front of them, they’ll turn a blind eye.” Whimpering, Daniel kicked his legs wider, though all he accomplished was banging the side of his foot against the bed while he bounced up and down in an uncomfortable, degrading rhythm. Every rise gave him a moment of relief, but every fall landed him down in the diaper wedgie again, sending new shocks of pain up from his groin and reminding him more than ever of the mushy mess he’d made mere minutes before.  “Let’s talk this through,” Rachel said. “You could go admit the truth to the dean, tell them you broke into the library, and then you could resign and go home. You’d get your potty training back sooner or later, and you’d get to go on with your life. People might even forget about this, eventually…though I doubt it at this point.”  “Bitch,” Daniel managed to grunt, though his voice cracked and he bounced halfway through the word, so it sounded more like a pathetic squeak than an insult. “Or, you can keep on insulting this school, and all the witches who go here,” Rachel continued, wrist keeping a rhythm up and down, bobbing to a beat as she maintained the levitation spell. “And, since you’ve so excellently demonstrated that you are utterly helpless to stop me, I’ll continue making your life a living hell. Which will it be?”  “Mghg–” Daniel mewled.  “What’s that?” Rachel asked, finally ceasing the constant bouncing.  “Ow…” Daniel repeated, before summoning his courage. “You can’t break me.”  “I’ll think of something,” Rachel replied, twirling her wand in a circle.  Daniel spun in the air once more, and though it was a relief to have the weight removed from the focal point between his legs, he didn’t feel any relief.  “For now…I think a classic ‘cartoon bully’ move is the swirlie, but you don’t have a toilet in here, so this will have to do.” Rachel extended her arm, and Daniel moved with her gesture, floating towards… “No, no, no!” he began to plead, as Rachel lifted him over his own diaper pail.  “Last chance,” Rachel offered, stepping forward to place her foot on the pedal, so that the lid lifted up. The stale smell of baby powder overpowered by ammonia hit Daniel immediately. “Ready to drop out yet?” “Let me g–”  Rachel released the magic and Daniel fell face-first into the pail. Cold plastic squished against him, though his body weight immediately sent both himself and the pail into a sidelong tumble. He gagged and pulled away, spitting and wiping at his face with his hands.  Scrambling up to a seated position, Daniel took shallow breaths, disgust and embarrassment rising as he surveyed the mess Rachel had made of his room, scattering old diapers across the floor in a testament to his many, many accidents over the past few weeks. “I’ll leave you with a parting thought,” Rachel said, her hand lingering by his door. “You’re supposed to be a big, tough warlock, right? Because if you can’t even do the littlest thing to stop me…how the hell are you going to convince anyone else to take you seriously?”  “You’re going to regret this,” Daniel glowered.  “I doubt it.” Throwing open the door, Rachel sauntered out. “Oh, and by the way–I like the new portrait. Tell Jen I think she did a great job.”      ... 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