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Cinnamon, Gunpowder, and Diapers Sam did not like bullets. Guns were another matter. Shooting was an art form, a skill of reflexes, coordination, situational awareness, and good ol’ fashioned talent. He, Sam Jack, was an artist. He probably took better care of his gun than he would have his wife - not that he had a list of standing offers in that department. There was no time for such things. The district office’ gun range was where he spent his off hours, and his job at the FBI left him with little enough of those. He was the best, and was constantly assigned the hard jobs – when he didn’t outright request them. His home did not even have a kitchen; there was no room after the remodel. The at-home gun range had required too much space, but of course it was important to have somewhere to practice on those nights when his insomnia kicked up. (The permitting had been a bit tricky on that one; the downstairs neighbors kept making a fuss. Clearly they did not appreciate the obvious truth: the only proper reason to own your own condo was to add a few… reasonable customizations.) But enough about that. Sam’s day was already in progress, and it was not going well. His present situation involved far too many of the aforementioned bullets. Specifically, the ones which had shattered his back windshield, left mirror, right mirror, and most frustratingly: his driver-side taillight. He had just gotten that fixed! Then there was the one which had flown by his left ear, so close that he could feel the breeze as it whizzed by. He was getting plenty of good shots in himself, mostly due to having trained to shoot with his left hand. These kinds of skills were important; one never knew when one might need the right hand free in order to steer the car the wrong way down a busy freeway, just as Sam was doing now. In that sense it was turning out to be a fairly typical car chase; he simply liked it better when he was the one doing the chasing. It had all started when he had been tasked by his superiors to guard an attractive young woman by the name of Paige, who presently sat in the passenger seat beside him. He had no idea who was trying to kill her or why; that was all above his pay grade. He simply needed to keep her alive. “Keep your head down, please,” he instructed upon noticing that she was sitting up quite rigidly in her seat. Her head was now a perfect target for the shooter in the car behind them. “What?” she shouted back. “I said,” he repeated more loudly, reaching over his shoulder to fire a couple more rounds, “to keep your head down!” He had not even heard himself over the fresh ringing in his ears, and anyway he needed to swerve just then to avoid a head-on collision. He tried making hand gestures, but then glanced back over to see Paige still sitting up. Her dark hair was mussed from the wind blowing through the broken windows. (They didn’t bother Sam as much as the tail light; he had never gotten around to fixing the air conditioner anyway.) Her back was still unnaturally rigid, and her round face held a look that said ‘not good’ as plainly as any he had ever seen. Her eyes were round as saucers, and her mouth was open in an almost perfect ‘o’. Her gaze frequently darted to his face and then away again, but she said nothing. Both hands were pressed against her slim waist. He immediately feared the worst. “Where is it?” he shouted. “Where’s what?” she yelled back. “The bullet wound! You need to keep pressure on it!” “I’ve been shot?!” she demanded with sudden horror, her voice turning into what was almost a shriek. He glanced at her, feeling his own forehead bunch up in confusion. “I don’t know! I thought… Why are you holding your stomach like that?” She looked down and back up, then did a strange almost-flinch as if the answer would get her in trouble. Her eyebrows arched slightly and she smiled a cute, sheepish smile that showed off her perfect, even teeth, made her look younger than her twenty-six years, and genuinely had no business being in the middle of a gunfight. “I, umm, just peed my diaper,” she replied a moment later. The sentence so distracted him that he almost got winged by the bullet that took out his rearview mirror. He recovered himself quickly, swerved, and made another left-handed shot out his window, taking out the last headlight of their attackers. “I hope their warranty on that light just expired yesterday,” he thought aloud. “These jerks don’t know how frustrating it can be to –Wait, ‘diaper’?” he said as he spun to face her. Seeing that same sheepish attempt at a smile in return, he turned back to the road and tried to process this. “Will it leak?” he asked. She shrugged meekly. “I don’t know… If I pee more, maybe.” He looked at her sternly but said nothing. She bit her lower lip nervously but said nothing. “You don’t still need to-” he started. “I need to pee again,” she said over the top of him. “Well, hold it!” he demanded in horror. “That’s brand new upholstery on that seat and-” “I’m trying!” The last window on the vehicle shattered from another bullet. “Can’t you… do something about that?” she complained. “Just hang on,” he said after discarding several acerbic replies he would have rather said, “we’re going to take that exit right there.” “Exit?” she said with obvious befuddlement. “All I see is an entrance ramp with more headlights coming this way.” “Yeah, that one.” Without further explanation he swerved the car violently around an oncoming truck and onto the entrance ramp. He had to swerve several more times to avoid the cars that continued to come at them. Each time they almost collided with another vehicle she flinched and grunted. “Would you stop swerving like that?” she protested at one point. “It’s making it worse!” He couldn’t take his focus off the road long enough to give her the exasperated retort he desired. “I can’t… I can’t do this any longer,” she said at one point, in a voice that sounded desperate and tired. Her hands now alternated between grabbing the cloth of her knee-length circle-skirt resting between her legs and twisting, and pressing it up against her groin. “I’m just going to-” “Hold on!” he pleaded. She had to close her eyes and concentrate for a few moments before she could speak. “I have a confession,” she said finally. “I’ve been wet for hours. I went at the restaurant, and then again in the subway.“ Her hands moved to the area of her stomach again for emphasis. “But this time it’s going to be… well I only wore my light pull-ups and…” She never finished the sentence but instead went back to wincing and grunting at every bump or turn. “Well why didn’t you…” He waved his hand around in a vague gesture. “Why didn’t I do what..?” she shot back tartly, mimicking his hand gesture in obvious mockery. “When did I have a chance to do anything about it? When we were hiding in the closet of that restaurant, running for our lives down the subway, trying to disguise ourselves in the crowd of that big parade…” She continued on like that. She might have had a point too, he grudgingly admitted. It was really hard to find a good break time when people were trying to kill you. Avoiding oncoming cars was easier now thanks to being off the highway; there were so many more options: yards, public parks, sidewalks… He had to swerve at one point to avoid a jaywalker. He shook his head in disappointment at the man. It was just so obnoxious when people flaunted the law! “Yeah, well okay, I get where you’re going with this. I do.” He sighed theatrically before turning her way -now driving through the city’s large waterfront park using only his peripheral vision. “It’s just that I’ve been busy with the whole SAVING YOUR LIFE thing! Did you notice that? Did you notice that going on at all?!” Satisfied that he had made his own point, he turned his attention back to dodging trees. He nodded with satisfaction as he did so; investing in new, five-year-warranty, all-terrain tires had clearly been a good decision! “Oof!” she protested as they hit a bump severe enough to nearly knock her head into the car’s roof. “Oh no… No I’m going to…” One more bump, and this time she made a sound that started like a grunt of pain but ended like a long sigh of relief. “Ohhhh, oh, oh gosh I’m… I’m going…“ Her body went slack as she leaned back into the seat in obvious surrender. Several sighs and a few soft exclamations of ‘oh gosh’ followed as she pointedly ignored his gape-mouthed stare. “What did I tell you?” he complained, deftly avoiding a couple with a stroller on the grass. Why did pedestrians never use the sidewalks? “I’m sorry,” she said in a tone that sounded much more relieved than apologetic. “I can’t stop… I’m going to leak…” The car behind them had closed the distance, and he knew from previous chases here (this particular park was conveniently located right off the freeway) that the boat dock was out of sight behind a large hill up ahead. He gunned it, hoping that the car behind them would do so as well, then made a hard, hard left turn right after passing the steep hillside before slamming on the breaks. Sure enough, the car behind them had floored their own pedal to keep up and did not anticipate the turn. They went sailing right down the boat dock and into the river. The source of their first problem dealt with, Sam exited the car without a word and quietly walked around to the passenger side. Getting the jammed, mutilated door to open took a considerable effort on his part, but Paige made no attempt to help. She had gathered her skirt up with her hands and held it around her waist to protect it from another, steadily growing body of water: the pool of her pee on the car seat. Her tight, red lips were tilted up on one side and down on the other as if not knowing whether to smile or frown, and her brows were gently tented above her round eyes that tried altogether too hard to look innocent. They were pulling it off too, he had to admit. Looking further south, he observed the significant bulging of her otherwise form-fitting disposable pull-ups where the overburdened absorbent padding had soaked up everything it could. The garment sported a faux-cloth style exterior that was clearly designed to look like real lingerie, and even went so far as to have little fake ribbons and bows painted around the top. Curious but not wanting to speak just yet, he reached down and pulled the front of the garment away from her waist so that he could see inside. She made no move to stop him. Sure enough, more liquid was still pouring out from her. He let go. As his ears began to recover he realized that he could even hear the low hiss of the woman’s spray as she shamelessly relieved herself in front of him. Taking a moment to calm himself, he looked over his car and took inventory of things he would need to look at. The windows were all shattered, as were the taillights. All three mirrors were in ruins, and a hubcap or two seemed to have been lost at some point. The engine was smoking ominously, and bullet holes made the whole back end of the car look like a metal sculpture of swiss cheese. “Great,” he said after a heavy sigh, resting his gaze once more on Paige, “just great… You’ve ruined the upholstery.” She frowned, and her eyes lit up with a sudden fire. “That’s what you say to me? After all that? After almost getting me killed how many times?” He made at least two attempts to protest but she simply shouted over him each time. “Your car is a pile of scrap metal, and you’re worried about the stupid upholstery??” She rose deliberately from her yellow pool, dripping on the ground a bit as she stood defiantly before him. Her hands were still occupied with holding her skirt high and dry, putting her undergarment on clear display. “No, no, no, Mister!” she barked in a tone that said she was (thankfully) coming to a conclusion. “You owe me a safe place to rest, a good meal, and…” She glanced downward and then back up as if what she said next had just occurred to her. “...And I'll need a new diaper! You may have just made this the worst day of my life, Pal, so you’d better believe that if there’s any chance at all of redemption for you it’s in giving me-” Once again he had stopped listening. Her full lips were distracting, the way all the smooth, soft features of her round face were arranged perfectly within the frame of her dark, flowing, shoulder-length black hair. The smooth roundness of her breasts and the shapeliness of her body… She broke off as he suddenly wrapped his thick arms around her and pulled her to him. His lips locked onto hers before she could object, but she made no effort to pull away. She would tell him later that he tasted of cinnamon. Cinnamon and… what was the other thing she would say? Oh yes, cinnamon and gunpowder. She would say it quite romantically too, and he would smile at the pleasant memory. The smell of her wet diaper combined with her rosy-fresh perfume in his own nostrils and made an intoxicating scent. He explored her back with his hands and her previously stiff body melted to a warm softness in his arms. “Sorry,” he said quite honestly after releasing her some moments later, “I don’t know why I did that.” Now it was his turn to stumble over his words. “It’s just that… no one else has caused my heart to flutter the way you have -or done as much damage to my car as you did- and… I guess I don't want this feeling to end.” “You don’t have to explain,” she assured him. “You loved me from the start; I know – it’s okay. I’m sorry about yelling at you like that, it’s just that-” “No actually that was kind of a turn-on,” he admitted. “Pardon? You mean, when I started verbally abusing you for saving my life, that…” “...turned me on to you even more,” he finished for her. “Yes.” She scrunched up her face haphazardly in a new expression that he took to be confusion. “I… really?” Her voice grew quiet as she seemed to be thinking out loud. “That doesn’t seem like it makes any sense, but I mean, the heart wants what the heart…” Then, in a louder, more confident voice she finished “Oh whatever, I’ll take it.” This time she was the one who pulled him close, her smaller frame fitting nicely in his arms. Once again he began moving his hands gently over her hills and valleys. He squeezed her bottom at one point, only to remember too late that it had a soaking wet diaper over it at the moment. Some of her pee escaped, dribbling onto his leg, but clearly neither of them cared. She moaned softly for a moment, and then squeezed her eyes closed for a heartbeat -as if from exertion- before squishing up her face once again and pulling away just a bit. “You don’t have to resist it,” he said gently. “Let me ignite your fire-” “No,” she said in a strained voice, “it’s not that.” She was looking at him now with that sheepish smile he knew all too well. “It’s… I still need to pee some more and… and I think I’m about to poop.” Before he could respond, several waterlogged men broke the surface of the river near the boat ramp. They had somehow managed to hold onto their guns, and he recognized the model at a glance as one which would fire even after being submerged. He let loose a heavy sigh, but the upside was that at least he was going to get shot at by people who had a respectable taste in guns. A moment later they had indeed recovered their balance and were getting a few shots off. “Hold that thought,” he instructed before scooping her off her feet with his powerful arms, one under her knees and the other beneath her upper back, causing her head to rest against his shoulder. “I know a safehouse nearby.” He took off running, effortlessly leaping across root and rock despite the added burden of carrying her, and the chase was on once again.

Suzie Applegate was wetting her diaper. Let’s just get right to it, shall we? ‘Why’, you ask. ‘What kind of story starts with that?’ ‘Are we done here then,’ you might even ask? But I assure you there is a reason. You see, for Suzie that was not the story. That was nothing new. She was a woman in her thirties with what she adamantly called a 'budding' career. It just so happened that she had also worn adult diapers her whole life. What made this particular day a story she would remember was instead the inevitable, mischievous hand of fate, without which I believe none of us would have a story at all. But fate, as we know, is not always kind, and fear not: we’ll come back to the diapers soon as well. As you know, Fate has been known to use elevators for its machinations. Yes, this is another trapped-in-an elevator story, and no one would blame you for clicking away right now, but then you would never know the fate of poor Suzie, for no amount of button pressing would rescue her from her predicament. Even the emergency call button would prove to be dysfunctional. Their elevator simply stopped with a violent lurch of utter finality and in so doing had apparently made its final transition then and there (should there turn out to be an afterlife for elevators). The building, now that was moving; at least it did so briefly. It started about the same time as the elevator stopped and the lights went out (save the garish emergency lighting with its bright rays and harsh shadows) but it stopped as well -to the relief of our passengers- less than a minute later. This is where our story truly begins for poor Suzie and the other soon-to-be tormented passengers, and if you, Dear Reader, have any interest in finding out where it goes from here, you need only keep reading. I will tell you by way of introduction that Suzie was not a quiet, reserved woman. She was known for her quirky outbursts, but also for getting the job done. Her male coworkers would have me add that she was an attractive woman, but not the type to flaunt it. She had a natural beauty, starting from her undyed, fiery-red, flowing hair (which she kept tied back in a shoulder-length pony-tail) to her smooth skin and heart-shaped face, and finally to her slim arms, shapely legs, delicate hands, and... Well you get the idea. The only thing she lacked, according to the men’s room gossip, was a larger cup size, more risque clothing, and a ‘better personality’. She on the other hand felt quite strongly that the only things she lacked were her own corner office (like the one her supervisor Dick had) and a healthy raise. What does any of this have to do with the elevator, you ask? Well, elevators are like dinner gatherings; if you really want to know how people feel about each other, have them all over for a good roast and see who gets thrown in the oven. (Sadly, yes, that may be my best line, but let’s not dwell on that and instead get back to our story…) “Did anyone feel that?” Dick demanded, looking up at the ceiling with that same unflinching seriousness that his blue, hooded eyes always held at meetings over copy machine policy. His muscular body, braced against a corner of the elevator, belied his role as ‘the guy who never left his desk’. Suzie was still pulling herself up from the floor where she had been tossed by the abrupt halt, and was now helping Joe, or simply ‘the IT guy’ as he was known, do the same. She exhaled loudly and shot her boss a level gaze. “Felt what, Dick? What with it being such a smooth ride today, do you suppose we’re there yet?” He cleared his throat but otherwise seemed immune to the barb. His gaze belatedly surveyed the room. “Is everyone all right?” Liza, Dick’s secretary, was a petite and reserved woman with blond hair and dark eyes. She had been thrown against a different corner, but was still standing. “I’m okay… I think.” “I’m good- oof,” Joe said as he lost his balance trying to get up and fell to one knee. Suzie was bent over him, still trying to help him up, and did not notice the man’s knee pinning the very edge of her sundress to the floor. “Good,” Dick said quickly in his baritone voice. “Now, I feel that under the circumstances, I need to call an emergency meeting to address our situation. As we’re all in attendance, I’ll begin by-” “A meeting?” Suzie said incredulously, releasing Joe and abruptly straightening herself as she turned to Dick and took a step forward. The rest of the objection died on her lips as the sound of ripping fabric distracted them all, and she felt a sudden draft on her legs. She was now only wearing half a dress, and was exposed from the waste down. She noted this inconvenience by a downward glance at the ripped fabric, a pursed frown, and narrowed eyes. (It was an expression that might have said ‘we’ll have a talk about this later’ to a petulant child). Then she resumed glaring at Dick. “Is that what this is? Is everything a meeting to you? Would you-” she shushed Joe with a dismissive wave, “-have a meeting to discuss the building burning down around us too?” “Actually,” he replied in a steady monotone, “one of the things I think we should discuss is that-” She raised her voice to cut Dick off. “This is exactly why I can’t talk with you about anything: you always have to control the conversation and you talk like we’re at some fancy, corporate meeting-” “Miss Applegate,” Liza tried quietly, but everyone ignored her. “You know there are only five of us in the entire division, right?” Suzie continued. “Counting you and your secretary. So your illustrious ‘meetings’ could fit around a card table, and- Yes… You… Mr. IT-Guy, whatever your name is…” she blurted suddenly as Joe tried once more to speak up, “I know my freaking dress ripped! And you know what?” Her voice became mockingly cheerful. “Since we’re all here, why don’t we just have a meeting about that too!” Finally Joe got to speak. “But, your underwear is, umm…” He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose absently in a nervous gesture. “...showing a little.” Suzie did not so much as glance down, though her puffy Abena M4 disposable diaper was indeed on full display - there was no ‘little’ about it. In the quiet of the stopped elevator or any quiet room, its plastic exterior made a soft but audible crinkle when she moved. Even so, she had always preferred it for an all-day diaper on account of it did not sag or leak as easily as the ones that had the cloth-like backing. No one had ever given a sign that they knew, despite her wearing them around the office day after day. In meetings, at the coffee station chatting, or making phone calls in her cubicle, nature would take its course when it deemed proper and she would let it. She wore loose clothing so that it was never apparent. In this case, their work day had been interrupted by the events of this story early on and so she was only a little wet - enough to begin to discolor the diaper’s blue ink (wetness indicator) in the area between her legs, and to make a little yellowish spot. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman in diapers before-” she started to retort defensively. The floor lurched suddenly beneath them and silenced her, and she was thrown off-balance and right into the arms of Dick, who caught her on instinct and used the walls behind him for support. Unfortunately for her, just as the elevator’s harsh full-stop at the beginning of our story had interrupted her stream, this event served to restart it. She felt herself releasing as he stubbornly clung to her. “You can let me go now,” she protested. While the elevator was now sloping towards Dick and the closed door, it was not so severe that she could not stand. “Are you sure you’re alright?” the man replied with an obnoxious helpfulness which presently earned him no points. “I’m fine, alright, I umm…” She exhaled softly with relief as the pressure she had been ignoring in her bladder was steadily evacuated at the same time as her diaper was increasing in weight. She realized after a couple of moments that her pause made it easier for everyone in the cramped space to hear the steady hissing of her pee hitting the diaper. A familiar warmth against her groin was spreading outward once more. Normally she would not have cared too much, but then normally it would have been one more quiet sound in a noisy office - and normally she would not be so exposed. “I’m perfectly fine!” she finished hotly, pulling away from him with unnecessary force. Liza had looked away politely at some point, but she noted Joe staring with wide eyes and open fascination as she finished peeing, the steady hiss finally fading. It did no good to glare at the man; he wasn’t looking at her face. Dick’s chiseled jaw worked quietly for a moment without words as he formulated what he apparently felt was a perfectly coherent and appropriate response. “To get us back on track: in regards to the office dress code…” The others all groaned. “... I believe it would be prudent to add an addendum concerning the sturdiness of fabrics worn as the sole layer of clothing-” “I got it at Penny’s bargain rack, alright! Not all of us have a cushy paycheck and a private, corner office with a view…” “But there is no ‘Penny’s’ anymore, is there?” Joe wondered aloud. “There’s still one left!” Suzie defended. Dick droned on while they argued. “Second, and in regards to a point I was trying to make earlier...” "No, but umm,” Joe persisted in his characteristically self-conscious tone, ignoring Dick as they all were, “I think that’s now… Isn’t that a, umm…” “Whatever! It used to be a Penny’s, alright? They have clothes... at reasonable prices!” She glared at him to discourage a further response. For once it worked, and the argument died. “...fire,” finished Dick, the word loud in the sudden silence. She gave him a slow blink, a pointed exhale, and a tight grimace. “What was that?” “Yes, to recap,” he repeated calmly, placing his hand on one of the elevator’s walls and pulling it away quickly for emphasis, “I believe there is a fire in the building.” Sure enough, a hint of smoke began to waft from the crack between the elevator doors just as he said that. “The coffee shop,” Suzie said quietly to herself while Dick began saying something maddeningly useless about fire routes and office evacuation policy. “I should have just taken the job at the coffee shop.”

Author's note: So this was a little spoof I posted at another story forum a while back. I like to think of it as Monty-Python-esque in its absurdity, but hopefully you'll pick up on some of the meta-humor as well. Enjoy! --------------------------- Mom's arm was latched so tight on mine as she marched me through the front door of Jefferson Middle School, I thought she was going to break it off. "But Mom! He..." "Shut your MOUTH, Jamie!" I hated when she called me that. "You put that boy in the HOSPITAL! You broke his kneecap and his nose! I don't care what he did to you! We'll be lucky if his parents don't sue the hell out of us!" I couldn't help but smile as I remembered him lying there, face covered in blood, writhing in pain. "Oh, and you think it's funny now?! You know what, that's fine. I'm done talking." Good, I thought. Of course I wasn't thinking about how when Mom got silent, things tended to go very badly for me. She didn't speak again until we got into the front door. And she got all weird and crazy too. I started upstairs to my room, but she stopped me. "Uh-uh. I thought my little boy was mature enough for school, but clearly you're not. So you're gonna stay down here where Mommy can keep an eye on you." Her eyes were almost glazed over as she glared at me. "What are you even talking about?!" I started to back away toward the stairs. "I'm just going to my room, Mom!" "You're going to sit your ass on that couch until I tell you otherwise, little boy!" I sat. But I wasn't done arguing. "This is fucking ridiculous, Mom! I'm not some little... OW!" She had me by the ear, and I had no choice but to follow her into the kitchen. She ripped my pants down, grabbed a wooden spoon, and went to work. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Mom! Please! I'm sorry! Ow! Ow!" She kept wailing away, until my protests turned into begging and pleading, then into sobbing. When my knees finally buckled, she let my shoulder go and I dropped to the floor. "Little boys don't use that kind of language, especially not toward their mommies, you hear me?!" "Yes..." "Yes what?!" "Yes I hear you... Mom..." "You will call me MOMMY, or we're gonna go another round!" "I'm sorry... Mommy!" "Much better. Now you drag your little butt back into that living room, sit on the floor, and be a good little boy, and maybe Mommy will let you watch some TV for a while." "Yes...Mommy..." I dragged myself to my feet, pulled up my pants, wincing as my underpants pressed against my red-hot bottom, and limped back into the living room, trying my best to stifle my sobbing and sniffling and hiccuping. What the hell just even happened?! I started to gingerly sit on the couch when she screamed again. "I SAID FLOOR! You're not getting snot all over my upholstery!" I was getting mad again, but after that experience, all I could do was swallow my rage and sit. It didn't take five seconds for that to become too painful, so I laid over onto my side, humiliated, angry, and miserable. "Now, would my little guy like to watch some TV while we wait for Sissy to come homeand babysit for Mommy?" The threat of that spoon kept my tongue in check, though I was starting to boil over again. "Yes... Mommy," I said through gritted teeth. Babysit?! Really?! Maggie was only four years older than me! Mom grabbed the remote and turned the TV on... to PBS. Then, to my horror, she engaged the parent lock, disabling everything but TV-Y. Which basically meant that I was stuck watching... Bob the Builder?! Dear god, this was going to suck for two hours before Maggie got home. At least she wouldn't put up with watching this crap. Mom pulled out her phone as she went back to the kitchen and sat down, fingers flying around. Probably gossiping with her friends on Twitter or something. Every so often her eyes popped up at me, and the subtle grin never left her face. What, was she announcing to the whole world she just beat the hell out of her kid and was now being congratulated for it?! My fists clenched as I stared at the TV, but the clunky stop-frame and the stupid voices and all of it just grated my nerves. I started to sit up, but I was immediately reminded of why I chose to lay down in the first place, and I flopped out onto my stomach, my arms folded under my head to create the best pillow I could muster. Finally, after I'd heard enough of Elmo's shrill voice to make me sick to my stomach,the door in the foyer burst open. "Hey Mom! Hey wittle Jay-Jay!" Maggie declared as she walked into the living room. "Uh-oh, wooks wike someone's not a happy wittle camper!" Dammit. Mom filled her in. And obviously told her to lay it on thick. "I'm not two years old, Maggie! Cut it out!" "Aw, is your wittle bottom still sore from mean old Mommy's spankin'?" "No..." "Maybe we just need a wittle nap, huh Grumpy Dog?" Mom laughed as she gathered up her purse and keys. "It's a little late for a nap now. Would've been a good idea about an hour ago. I should have thought of that. Anyway, you have my permission to use the spoon on him if he gives you any trouble." She squatted in front of me, glaring down. "But wittle Jay-Jay's gonna be a good boy for Sissy, isn't he?" "Yes... Mommy" My sister burst into giggles as Mom stood up. "Of course he will! Bye bye, little guy. Mommy be right back!" As soon as the front door closed, I glared at Maggie. "Jay-Jay?! What the fuck?!" Her face got dark. "I'm pretty sure that's what got you your last spanking, little boy! Maybe you want another one?!" "Oh like you're really gonna..." I swallowed that hard as I watched her reach for the spoon. "Okay, okay, sorry, I'll be good!" I started backing up toward the chair on my still-sore butt. "You're damn right you'll be good. You're going to do exactly what I say for the next half an hour, unless you want Mom to find out about you being a bad little boy the second she left!" "No...please... don't tell Mom! I'll do whatever you want!" My bladder cramped a bit at the panic. "Much better. First of all, you don't move from that spot until I give you permission. I'm gonna do some homework for a while. That's what big boys and girls do when they come home from school. You don't have any homework because you're a little boy who doesn't go to school anymore." "Whatever... I gotta go to the bathroom." "Does wittle Jay-Jay gotta go potty?" She grinned broadly. "No, James has to go to the bathroom!" "Oh, too bad. You can sit there, then." "Aw, come on!" She ignored me. Screw it. I could hold it until Mom got back. I wasn't debasing myself any further than I already had. Twenty minutes later, I started to realize I was wrong. "Maggie?" She ignored me again. "Maggie?!" "You call me Sissy, like Mom told you." I fell silent again, trying to reposition myself so I could hold it better. I was cramping up pretty good, but Mom would be home soon. It'd be worth it not to give in to my bitch sister. Five minutes later, and I was hurting, bad. "Come on, Maggie! Enough is enough!" No answer. Fine. "Fuck this!" I got up and started toward the powder room down the hallway. Before I reached the door, Maggie had me by my shirt collar. "I told you about cursing at me! Now you're gonna get it!" Not again! She dragged me back into the living room and bent me over the arm of the chair, holding me with one hand and pulling my pants down just enough to reveal my ass with the other. "Maggie... I mean Sissy! Please! I'm sorry! I'm..." Thwack, thwack, thwack! The spoon started raining fire back down on my bottom, and her hand in the small of my back pinned me down in spite of my squirming. Worse, I started peeing uncontrollably. In no time, I was crying like a little girl as pee soaked through my underwear and started running down my legs, saturating my socks as she hammered away at my backside. Just when I thought she'd never stop, the door opened again. "Hey Sissy, hey Jay-Jay! Mommy's home!" Maggie straightened up and pulled me to a stand next to her, jerking my pants up in the back, facing me toward the foyer. "Sounds like someone was a bad little boy while Mommy was..." Mom walked in and stopped cold, dropping her shopping bags at her feet. "What in the world?!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mom stood there, mouth wide open. My face flushed beet red, a whimpering mess after having another fire lit on my backside, but now completely humiliated as I stood there in soaking wet pants. "She wouldn't..." I started through my blubbering. "SHUT UP JAMIE!" I went back to sobbing. Mom looked at Maggie. "What happened, Sissy?" "Well, someone was being a little grouch. As soon as you left he told me to eff off. Later on he started squirming around, and I asked him if he had to go potty, but he just sat there and sulked, so I left him to sit. Then he cursed at me again, so I gave him a spanking, and he peed his pants, which is when you walked in." "Mom, she's lying! She wouldn't let me..." "Open your mouth again little boy, and you'll be right back over my knee!" Mom turned back to Maggie. "Sissy, please go get me a couple towels so I can get little Jay-Jay cleaned up." Maggie darted off down the hall, sniggering as she went. Bitch! "Well, little boy, not only did you prove you weren't ready for school, it looks like you proved that you weren't ready for potty training either!" Mom reached into one of the grocery sacks and pulled out a bag of bedwetting pants for boys. "I was going to let you wear these during the day, but clearly you just don't want to be a big boy at all, do you?" "It wasn't my fault, Mom...mee!" "Of course it wasn't your fault!" Maggie returned with two bath towels and an evil grin on her face. Mom spread one of the towels out on the floor. "You're just a little baby who can't help himself,aren't you?" She grabbed my arm and jerked me down onto the towel. "Maggie, take the other towel and clean up his puddle over there, and bring me the other bag please. It's okay baby, Mommy's gonna get you all fixed up." I struggled, squirming and sobbing, but Mom's powerful hand on my middle held me fast. Maggie snatched the second bag and dragged it over, then started wiping the floor with the second towel. "Please. Mommy! I don't wanna..." "I know, you don't wanna be a big boy, we're gonna fix that for you in just a minute. Sissy, go ahead and get those containers open for me. I can't do much with one hand here." Out they came, first the baby powder, then the wipes, then... a bag with "Molicare Super"across the front. "Size XS," it read. Meanwhile, Mom had my soggy pants and underpants stripped off, and she was pulling off my socks one by one. I fought against Mom's grip when I saw that bag. She gave me a hard swat on my thigh. "You will lie still, little boy, or I swear I will make you regret it!" I was already in hysterics from Maggie's vicious spanking, so all there was left to do was lay there and blubber even louder as Maggie pulled a huge pale purple diaper out of the bag. I was pretty sure this was nothing like the diapers Mom used to buy for me when I actually was a baby – it was all plastic, and it made a spectacular rustling noise as Sissy scrunched it in her hands, examining it with glee. Oh, and it was way, way bigger than any diaper I'd ever seen. "What a pretty colored diaper for my wittle baby brother!" she sneered as Mom wiped me down with several cold wet wipes and covered my whole crotch with powder. I scrunched my eyes shut and covered them with my arms; I couldn't stand to watch anymore. "Yes, yes, baby, Mommy's gonna get you all fixed up, no need to cry anymore. Sissy, put your hand right where mine is so I can get his diaper on for him. And watch carefully, 'cause you'll probably need to do this quite a few times over the next couple of weeks." A couple of weeks?! I didn't think I could bawl any louder, but somehow I did while Mom picked my legs up and slid the diaper under me, taping it up on both sides and giving it a pat in the front. It was a sick sound, hollow and plastic. "Of course Sissy will help change wittle Jay-Jay's diapees!" Maggie always loved it when I was in trouble, but she was enjoying this on a level that was downright terrifying, and if I weren't already sitting on hot coals from the beatings I'd taken already that day, completely humiliated and degraded by pissing myself and being diapered like an infant by my mother, I'd probably be scared of how bad it was going to get when Mom wasn't around. So I lay there and sobbed instead, which Mom seemed content to let me do until I calmed down. She even told Maggie to go put the supplies in the hall closet, which at least got her off my back for a little bit. "Now," Mom said as she pulled me back up to a sit. "Mommy was going to let you wear pull-ups during the day from now until school lets out, and wearing diapers to bed, just like you did when you were three and being stubborn about training. Of course, after earning yourself two spankings and making puddles on Mommy's hardwood floor in one afternoon, I think we're going to have to earn our pull-ups too by showing Mommy and Sissy both that we can behave like a big boy. Right now, since you're all safe from making any more puddles, you can climb your little baby butt onto the couch and sit quietly until the pizza man gets here. Do you think you can do that?" I was a slobbering mess by this point, but I managed to whimper, "Yes Mommy," which earned me another very audible giggle from Maggie. "Make her stop, Mommy!" I yelled in a moment of ingenuity. They wanted to treat me like a toddler, then dammit, I was going to at least try and leverage the role a little bit. "Sissy, don't be mean to your baby brother. Say you're sorry." Maggie got right up in my face and said, "Awww, I'm sowwy wittle baby Jay-Jay! You're just such a cute wittle baby, I couldn't help it." Then she planted a slobbery wet kiss on my forehead. "Here, Sissy help you up on the couch, okay?" Without warning, she grabbed me under the armpits and heaved me up, swatting my backside with another huge, hollow thump. "What a big baby you are! Baby SO big!" She pinched my cheek and walked away, laughing out loud now. I stared at Mom, pouting. "What? She said she was sorry." Mom grinned as she stood up. So much for leverage. "Now you be a good baby, nice and quiet for Mommy, okay? Mommy doesn't want to have to give you any more spankings tonight. Your poor little bottom has probably had enough, huh?" "Yes...Mommy..." "Good boy. After supper, Mommy make sure and get Daddy on the phone to say night-night before you go beddy-bye. Won't that be nice?" My eyes bulged. I could tell Dad! He'd make them stop! He wouldn't let them keep this up, would he?! "Yes Mommy!" I said with a great deal more vigor. "I knew that would cheer my grumpy baby up! Be good boy now and watch TV. Mommy has to go talk with Sissy for a minute." Go ahead and talk with her, you hateful bitch! Dad will fix this. Dad's almost seven feet tall! Maybe he'll spank you and Sissy and put you in diapers for being so mean to me! The thought was delightful, but it led to a much less happy thought. Why did my damn sister have to take after Dad's side of the family while I took after Grandpa? Sis... Maggie was a few inches taller than Mom, nearly six feet already at age 16. My grandad was a shrimp at five-two. And here I was, four-foot-four, sitting on the couch in in a big, thick,purple diaper. It wasn't even a cool purple like Caius the Shadow Monarch, it was a girly purple, like that faggy My Little Pony Starsong. The doorbell rang and interrupted my brooding. "Go get the pizza Jay-Jay, it's already paid for!" Mom called from down the hall. I was incredulous. "I don't have any pants on, Mom...mee!" I wasn't moving from that spot if I could help it! The two women appeared in the kitchen. "Oh for heaven's sake. Maggie, go get the door before the pizza man leaves. I'll set the table." Maggie brushed past, stopping to pat me on the head, and I scowled at her. I heard the door open, and she said, "Hi, come on in, right through here." My face went beet red. She led him right past me,chattering away. "Don't mind my little brother, he's pouting because he got in trouble today." The pizza man, well,teenager, caught a look at me and stifled a laugh. "Oh my god,like, how old is he?" "Twelve," Maggie said. "In middle school and still peeing his pants, can you believe it?" Her cheerful tone grated me, but I bit my lip and just glared. "Oh stop, Maggie. Hey, thanks for bringing it in for us. Just set it on the counter there. Here's a little extra tip for you." Mom tucked him a few bills after he set the two pizzas down. "Thanks ma'am!" "Hey, be safe out there." Pizza man came brushing by me, Maggie at his side. "I will ma'am." He looked at me again. "Nice underwear, dude! That'll get you all the girls at school for sure!" They both laughed as she walked him back to the foyer and out the door, while I just boiled. "Are you gonna come eat, Jay-Jay, or sit there and pout?" Mom called from the kitchen. I got up silently,well, other than my underwear rustling, and started toward the breakfast bar, but before I reached my chair, I was lifted up from behind under my arms and deposited in it unceremoniously. "Up you go, baby!" said Maggie. "Cut it out,Maggie!" Spanking or not, I was about to lose it on her stupidass again. "Stop it,Jay-Jay, your Sissy was just being helpful! Now say thank you." My mouth dropped,and I gritted my teeth. I glared at Maggie. "Thank you Ma...Sissy." "For what?" Mom's hands were on her hips. "Thank you for helping me up... Sissy." "You're welcome, wittle buddy!" Maggie pinched my cheek again as she sat down next to me. I looked at our place settings. Mom somehow managed to dig up one of Maggie's old lidded cups with the crazy straw in it. It was the same faggy purple as my... I mean this stupid diaper Mom put on me, and had My Little Ponies all over it. At least it still had Coke in it, or at least that's what it looked like. Mom piled slices onto each of our plates and passed them back to us. She got thin crust again. I hated thin crust. I liked the deep dish pizza,but the two of them were just all about those pieces of tasteless cardboard with sauce and cheese on them. And it was chicken and artichokes and mushrooms! Gross! Mom even ruined the food tonight! Mom and Maggie started eating immediately, while I took a drink from the stupid faggy pony cup and stared at my plate. "What's wrong,Jay-Jay?" Mom asked. "Oh never mind, how silly of me." She pulled my plate away, reaching into the silverware drawer. She pulled out a knife and fork and began... cutting up my pizza into little squares. Maggie nearly choked on her mouthful as she started laughing. Mom slid the plate back over to me. "There you go,sweetie! Can you eat your own pizza like a big boy now, or do you need Maggie to help?" That got me moving. I grabbed a square and shoved it into my mouth as Maggie leered at me. It tasted disgusting. I had to stifle a gag, and now I had sauce and grease all over my fingers. I managed to choke it down and chased it with a sip of soda. Stupid cup or not, it was still Coke. I repeated the process a few more times, but I ran out of soda long before I ran out of pizza. I couldn't gag my way through all the little pieces I still had on my plate without something, so I swallowed my pride. "Mommy, can... may I have more Coke please?" "Well look at that! He can be a polite little boy when he wants to! Of course, Jay-Jay!" Mom seemed genuinely pleased with my behavior for once. For once in my whole damn life. The most humiliating, miserable moment in my life, and now she's finally happy. Go figure. I gnawed on a piece of dry crust while I watched her refill my cup and screw the lid back on. "Thank you, Mommy." What choice did I have? I could either pretend to be nice while I waited for Dad to get me out of this mess, or they'd just keep torturing me. I went back to work slowly on the horrible pizza, my hands steadily becoming a mess. I thoughtlessly wiped them on my shirt, and Mom gasped as she popped up out of her seat. "Oh for heaven's sake!" I cringed as she slipped past Maggie and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt. "I guess we needed help after all, didn't we?" She forced it up over my head then used it to wipe off my hands. "Mommy, I..." "I know, I know, little boys are just such messy eaters when left to themselves,aren't they?" She pushed my chair closer to Maggie's and moved my plate and cup out my reach, handing my sister a fork. "Help him finish up his supper for me, would you?" "Of course, Mom." Maggie grinned. I raged. "I wouldn't have made a mess if you hadn't cut it into little pieces like that!"I yelled, tears filling my eyes again. "Oh, is that why you wiped it all over your shirt instead of asking for a napkin like a big boy?" Mom's counter was bulletproof. Not that it mattered. Sitting here, naked but for a diaper, crying like a little girl, nothing I said would sound like anything but a tantrum. "Now eat your supper like a good boy. Any more fussing and you're going straight to bed when you're done, you hear me?" "Yes Mommy." Maggie grinned broadly as she took the last bite of her own pizza. She speared a square with the fork and brought it toward my face. "Here comes the airplane!" she giggled. I opened my mouth, but she still managed to smear my cheek with it before putting it in. I needed a drink,but Maggie wasn't about to give me a chance. The second I swallowed,she had another piece waiting. "May I... mmph!" Now I had sauce on both cheeks, I could feel it. I tried to ask for a drink after that piece, but Maggie wasn't having it. Over and over again she poked the little squares at me, and I choked them down, the nasty, briny artichokes and the slimy mushrooms and that disgusting, mushy chicken, all of those horrible flavors accumulating in my mouth. She finally shoved the last one in there. "What a good boy!" she declared. "Look Mommy, Jay-Jay ate it allllll up! Now he can have his wittle drinky-poo!" She slid the cup over in front of me, and I grabbed it and drank greedily. To hell with her teasing, I needed to get that awful taste out of my mouth as quickly as I could. "Why yes he did, but did he get as much in his mouth as he got on his face?" Mom grabbed a rag, wet it in the sink, and walked around the island as I slurped the last of the Coke. As soon as I pulled the straw away I got a face full of hot, damp cloth, with enough force to push me up against the back of the chair, my head tilting back. "Sit still, baby, Mommy needs to get you cleaned up." When she finished,I held the cup up. "More Coke please, Mommy?" I was getting tired of the politeness, but it seemed the only way to get anywhere with these two maniacs. "Of course,sweetie! Maggie, go ahead and clear the table for me." She filled my cup back up again as Maggie stood and gathered up the dishes. "Here you go, Jay-Jay. You can go sit on the floor and watch TV now if you want." She handed me the cup and I wasted no time bailing off that chair before Maggie had a chance to snatch me up again. As I waddled over toward the couch, Mom called out,"What do we say, Jay-Jay?" "Thank you Mommy!" Yep, definitely sick of this already. Not as sick of the crinkling between my legs, though, especially since that was all the clothing I had on now. I sat down on the couch, greedily slurping up the cool, sweet soda. "I said floor, Jay-Jay. No drinks on Mommy's couch, you know better!" Ugh. I slumped down in front of the couch with a crinkle. The TV was still locked on PBS, but at least all the stupid baby shows were over now. It was some science show talking about planets or something, and I tried to follow along while I sipped on my drink. A few minutes later, Mom walked by. "Mommy's going to take herself a shower and relax now, do you think you can be a good boy for Sissy for alittle while? You had a tough time being good last time she was in charge." "I'll be good,Mommy." I was getting exasperated, and I just wanted to be left alone for a while. "Well last time he wasn't wearing his pretty new diapees. I bet he's much happier now, all dry and comfy and pretty!" Maggie offered. "I hope so. Mommy's had enough trouble out of you for one day." "I'm sure he'll be just a perfect wittle angel, won't you, baby?" I just glared at her. Mom laughed as she walked up the stairs. I locked my eyes back on the TV and resumed sipping my Coke. How could this possibly get any worse? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The soda ran out, and I put the cup down next to me. Surprisingly, Maggie came right over and picked it up. "Want some more soda-pop, Jay-Jay?" That was weird. "Yes please, S... Sissy." I hated that word. I hated saying it,unless I was calling some punk at school that before I took his knees out. Still, I was kinda getting into this TV show, which made it easier to forget how utterly stupid I looked, so I wasn't in the mood for another fight with her, especially since I clearly had no chance of winning as long as Mom was acting all weird. So if she wanted to serve me up Coke all night while I sat and watched TV, and all I had to do was say "please and thank you Sissy", then so be it. Halfway through cup number four, though, it seemed cup number one decided it wanted back out. "Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom!" No answer from Mom. She must be still in the shower. Maggie was just sitting there, her elbow on the counter, grinning at me. I didn't like that look at all. "Sissy, I have to go to the bathroom." "You're silly. Big boys go to the bathroom. Little boys go potty." I frowned. "Sissy,may I please go... potty?" "Well sure. What are you waiting for?" "Can you take this diaper off for me so I can go... potty?" She laughed. "What do you think that diaper's for, baby?" I was furious. "No frickin' way!" I took off running up the stairs, expecting Maggie to try and snatch me up again. She didn't move. "Mom! Tell Maggie to let me go to the bathroom!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Mom stepped out of her bedroom in her bathrobe, her hair wrapped up in a towel, and stared at me as I reached the landing. "If I were going to let you use the potty like a big boy, don't you think I would have given you a pull-up to wear?" I was coming apart now, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. "Please, Mommy,don't make me pee my pants!" "I didn't make you pee your pants the first time, little boy." "But..."The cold reality set in. She wasn't budging on this. "How long do I have to wear these things?!" "That dependson how well you behave yourself this weekend. Show me you're ready to be a big boy and I'll let you have pull-ups to wear during the daytime on Monday." "How am I supposed to do that?!" I was blubbering again, my words all mushing together. "Well you were doing pretty well at the dinner table, being all nice and polite, but you're throwing one hell of a tantrum right now, so I don't know..." The idea of spending the whole weekend pissing and shitting in diapers was bad enough, but the idea that I had to just sit there and take every little bit of abuse the two of them were dishing out made it all seem hopeless. I collapsed against the railing, sliding down to the floor with my knees up and my head in my arms sobbing. "I think we're just worn out from the tough day we had today." Mom hoisted me up and wrapped one hand around my thighs and the other my back,carrying me awkwardly into my bedroom. "Let's get the baby's jammies on and have a little quiet time before beddy-bye." She plunked herself down on my bed and held me tight against her, my head across her shoulder, rocking back and forth. "But Mommy, it's six thirty!" "Well you're just gonna have to settle your little self down if you want to stay up and wait for Daddy to call at eight. Can you do that?" What choice did I have? If I didn't get to talk to Dad, I had no chance of getting out of this! Come on, Jamie, get it together! Whether Mom and Maggie were treating me like a baby or not, sitting here on her lap blubbering was just proving the point! "Yes Mommy!" I willed myself to calm down, at least to sniffling and hiccups. "That's better. Let's get our jammies on now, and then we can go back down and watch TV some more, okay?" "Please can I just bring my PSP down with me, Mommy?" "Yes, you can bring your PSP, as long as you behave yourself." "Mommy, why are you making me use the diapers?" My bladder reminded me of an inevitability I wasn't ready to face. It was starting to hurt,and I figured I'd take one last shot at being spared this indignity. "Because that's what diapers are for, and you earned them with all your tantrums today. Understand?" "Yes Mommy." "Don't worry,sweetie, Mommy won't make you sit in a yucky wet diaper. Did you already go pee?" "No Mommy." "Well don't try to hold it, you'll just hurt yourself for nothing." Or maybe Dad will tell you to call this whole thing off. That'd be worth holding it. I sat there limply and let her pull my old Yu-Gi-Oh pajama top over my head. Caius. Purple. So it actually matched the diaper. And short, so it showed it off too, barely covering the waistband. "Okay, get your PSP, sweetie." She nudged me off her lap. "No bottoms?!" I pouted. "You've worn a shirt and boxers around the house when it was this hot outside. I don't see any difference." Well I fucking do. No,I wasn't going to let myself get worked up again. I swallowed the indignity and grabbed my game and a couple of cartridges off my dresser. "Good boy. Goon downstairs, Mommy will be down as soon as she gets her jammies on,okay?" "Yes Mommy." Do your "jammies" include a diaper too? They should, you hateful bitch! I trudged downstairs, rustling the whole way, while Mom went back to her bedroom and closed the door. Maggie was waiting for me, sitting right where she was, in the same exact position as when I ran up the stairs. "Look at cute little Jay-Jay in his purple PJ's. Did we go pee-pee already?" "No." I had my game, I could block her out. I flopped onto the couch and started up Tag Force 5, ignoring the cramping in my bladder. "Maybe some more Coke would help. Jay-Jay want some more soda-pop?" she offered. "No thank you,Sissy." I had to keep my cool. "Suit yourself." I could feel her staring at me. Like she was just waiting for it. What the hell was the fascination? It's not like she hadn't already seen me piss myself that day. Barely a few minutes had gone by, and I couldn't even concentrate on my game for the cramps. I gritted my teeth. Maggie was still staring. I closed my eyes and tried to let loose, but I couldn't. It was locked up down there! I huffed in frustration, trying to push. Nothing happened. Maybe Maggie was right, a drink might help. I looked up at the smug bitch, and steeled myself. "Sissy, can I have some Coke please?" "No more caffeine tonight. He can have water or milk, Maggie." Mom appeared at the railing and made her way down the stairs. "You've got a little more than an hour before bed, we don't need you all hopped up to where you can't get to sleep." "But Mom...mee! Eight o'clock on a Friday?!" "You're lucky it isn't earlier than that with how you've behaved today." "But..." "Any more 'buts' and you can go to bed now." "Yes Mommy." Ugh. I hadn't been in bed earlier than ten o'clock since I was in 3rd grade, certainly not on a weekend. "If I'm good tomorrow, do I get to stay up later?" "We'll see. We already know what happens if you're not good tomorrow, don't we?" "Yes Mommy." Maggie interrupted the revelry with the lidded cup. "Here ya go, buddy! Some nice cold water for you!" I stood up and took it, before Mom had a chance to bitch about the furniture. "Thankyou... Sissy." This was so depressing. I started pulling on the straw. Every time I swallowed, my bladder cramped back at me angrily. Just... let... go... I kept forcing it down,wincing, just praying for relief. Just as I slurped the last of it,the dam broke open. I was too busy being relieved to care about how humiliating the act was. This was quite literally the most amazing piss I'd ever taken in my life; all those cramps loosening up felt so good, and the flood just coming and coming, with no letup. I could feel the diaper getting heavy, sagging between my legs, but it didn't stop. Maggie was grinning ear to ear as she stared, while Mom looked worried for some reason. Then I realized why. A trickle down my leg. Then another, on the other side. I tried to clench, tried to stop peeing, but I couldn't. "Jesus christ! Get the towel and the changing supplies, Maggie, quick! Aren't you done yet Jamie?!" I shook my head,blushing, trying not to cry again as the feeling of shame overwhelmed the relief. By the time Maggie got there, I was done, but there was a small puddle between my feet, and little rivulets of pee still running down my legs. I was biting my lip as hard as I could as Mom fussed over me, desperately trying to hold back the tears as the lump swelled back up in my throat. "Jesus, Maggie, we're gonna have to call around tomorrow and see if there's anything better than this available. That worthless bastard at the drug store said these were the best kid-size diapers they had!" She pulled me down onto the towel and tore the tapes loose. I covered my face and lay there,limp as a ragdoll while the whole ordeal from earlier played itself out again, my legs being wiped up and down, my sister snickering. The powder, another diaper, the tapes cinching up. Much tighter this time, I could tell. Except it wasn't over.... It felt like Mom was dragging her finger across the diaper between my legs, quick little slashes. What the hell was she doing? Suddenly my butt wasup in the air again, and I realized she was taping ANOTHER diaper on. "Mom what are you doing?!" "Sorry, baby, but until Mommy finds some better diapers, we can't be having you making puddles all over the place like that!" "But..."I was incredulous. Why not just call the whole stupid thing off and let me go to the bathroom like a normal fucking twelve-year-old?! Instead, here I was with my legs spread so far apart I wondered if I could walk at all. Maggie fled down the hall, but I could hear her laughing from here. Mom sat me up, and I just looked at her, dumbfounded, my legs split in a wide-open "V". And now even she was stifling a laugh. "Aw, it's okay, Jay-Jay. It's just for a little while. Mommy get you some better diapers tomorrow, and Sissy will help find them, right Sissy?" "Wha... I mean... Okay Mom. What do you need me to do?" "Get on the computer and check around to some of the local medical places, see what they offer, and figure out which ones are the most absorbent. I don't care what they cost, just find the best ones out there." "Um... Okay, sure Mom!" She disappeared up the steps, while Mom stood up. "Climb up on the couch for me, Jay-Jay, and play your little game for a while,okay? Mommy's got a mess to clean up here, and your father will be calling pretty soon." I looked between my legs, then back at her. She'll make me go to bed now if I cry. Don't fucking cry! Don't do it! My lip trembled, but I swallowed hard and struggled to my feet. So much plastic, pushing my thighs apart. I stepped off the towel, wobbling a bit, and plunked myself back on the couch. I still couldn't close my legs. I couldn't even forget this damn thing was on me, no matter how much I wanted to. And I began to brood. Why was this happening to me? I mean, come on, I wasn't the first kid to ever get into a fight at school. And it wasn't even my damn fault! I clung to the phone call that was coming. Dad would call, and I'd explain it all to him, and he'd tell Mom to take these stupid diapers off me and let me go back to being a normal 12-year-old boy. I looked at the clock on the wall; 20 minutes. I could fight it until then, I could just shut up and play my game and ignore the giant plastic pillow that was lifting my butt off the couch and splaying my legs out like I was in a yoga class. I could do that. I could pretend I wasn't aware that I was wearing a great big girly baby diaper that just happened to match what used to be my favorite pajama top, the one I'd never, ever, ever wear again after this. That I looked like a big sissy baby in this huge puffy purple thing. Nope, I could keep that thought right away. Okay, so maybe I couldn't, but I wasn't going to cry about it. I was done crying tonight. Crying was for sissy babies... that wore big puffy purple diapers instead of pants or shorts. And peed in them so much that they had to wear two at a time so they wouldn't leak. Just...like... me... "It's alright,baby." Mom sat down on the couch and put her arm around me. "No need to cry. Mommy said she'd fix it, didn't she?" I didn't say anything, just sat there and whimpered, staring at my game. "Come on, sweetie, let's get you tucked into bed." "You said eight o'clock!" I was practically squeaking. Which made it all worse. Now I sounded like a big sissy girly baby too. In a big puffy purple diaper. Two of them, actually. "I said your dad would call at eight o'clock, and considering the shape you're in right now, it's going to take me that long to get you settled down enough to talk to him." She took the PSP out of my hands, and I didn't even try to stop her. She pulled me up,back onto my wobbly legs, and started to lead me by the hand toward the stairs. I staggered, the waddle throwing my balance off. She kept going. I fell to my knees. "I can't walk in this stupid thing!" "Oh good god, Sissy better find those new diapers for you quick, I don't know how many times I can carry you up and down the stairs, baby. C'mon, up we come." She scooped me back up into that awkward cradle position and trudged up the stairs. "You were much littler the last time I had to do this, Jay-Jay." We reached the top of the stairs just in time for Maggie to surface from her room. She grinned broadly, and I hid my face in Mom's shirt. "Awwww... Hey, you got a minute Mom?" "Let me get him to bed and let him talk to his dad for a few minutes, then we'll talk." "Okay, just knock then. Night night wittle buddy!" I whimpered back at her. "Enough,Maggie. I'm trying to settle him down. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, huh Jay-Jay?" Mom pulled the blankets back, laid me gently into the bed, pulled the sheet over me,and tucked it in, something she hadn't done since I was like five. Then she did something else she hadn't done since then; she grabbed a tissue from my dresser and stuck it up against my nose. "Blow, sweetie." "Really Mom?" I sniffled, reaching for the paper. She swatted my hand away. "Blow." I blew. She got up and threw it in the trash can on the other side of the room. "See,now what were you going to do with it if you did it yourself? Hide it under your sheet?" Before I could answer, Mom's phone rang. Finally, this had to be Dad. She fished it out of the pocket of her nightgown and slid it open. "Hey honey, how are you? Oh, yeah, it's been a long day here too. Yeah, he's right here, he's been waiting all night to talk to you. Sure, I'll put him on." She handed me the phone. "Dad! I need to..." "You be quiet and listen to me, little man." I gasped a little. That was not the response I expected. "Your mom already told me everything. And you deserve every bit of what you got today and more, you hear me?" "Yes Dad..." How could I have been so stupid? Of course she got to him first! My life was now officially over. "The hell's wrong with you, disrespecting your mother and your sister like that?!" "I... I'm sorry Dad." Mom was standing over me now, arms folded, nodding. "Now you listen here, boy. Whatever your mom and Maggie tell you to do, you'd better damn well toe the line, because when we get together at the new beach house, I'm gonna bring hell down on you if I find out you've been fighting them this whole time. Are we clear?" "Yes...Dad...." "Now I hate being gone like this all the time, and I know you hate it too, but you've got to start acting like a grown-ass young man. You're too old for all this foolishness. You wouldn't be doing it if I was there, would you?" "No..." "Then don't do it when I'm gone. I miss you a whole lot, Jamie, and I want to be happy to see you next month, not having to come down on you all hard like this. I love you, son." "I love you too, Dad." "Now give me back to your mom." "Bye Dad." I was crestfallen when I handed her back the phone. Not only did Dad not get me out of this, he made me feel like I deserved it. And that was worse than anything that had happened today. I rolled over and faced the wall as Mom stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door and flipping the light off behind her as she chatted with him. In the darkness, I strained to hear the conversation, but I couldn't. She didn't sound mad; maybe she was just talking, instead of talking about me. The bulk splitting my legs apart was getting really uncomfortable as I lay on my side, so I flopped back over onto my back. I heard Mom knock on Maggie's door, and the two of them started talking as well, but it was just voices, nothing distinct. I'm sure whatever Maggie had found would suck, but it couldn't possibly suck as bad as the big puffy balloon I was wearing right now. I don't know why my eyes started getting heavy, but as much as I tried to fight it, tried to hear what they were saying, tried to get some inkling of the plans for the next day, it all faded off into the darkness, and I fell into a fitful sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My eyes flew open with the sunlight through the window. What an awful dream that was! I started to sit up, and then I heard the crinkle. It wasn't a dream at all. The bulk was still very much pressing my legs apart. I reached a hand under the sheet and felt the smooth plastic. This was really happening. I was about to spend two whole days in diapers, not allowed to use the bathroom. The weight of it dropped me right back to the pillow. I no longer wanted to get up. I didn't want to do anything but lay here and wait to die. Sadly, Mom fixed that problem for me, by walking through the door. "Good morning Jay- Jay! I was hoping you'd wake up before Mommy left so I could talk to you a little bit." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you wet, sweetie? Do you need a diaper change before I go?" She lifted the sheet. "Still dry, okay." "I could have told you that if you let me, Mommy." Truth was, it was hot and clammy in there, even though I knew my bladder was full. "Never mind that. Sissy will change you later, then, and get you dressed. Now we found some nice new diapers for you, and she's going to call the place as soon as they open to see about getting a courier to deliver them, so you won't need to be carried around very much longer, okay?" As if on cue, she scooped me up out of the bed. "Let's get you downstairs and have breakfast, and Sissy will change you as soon as you're done your morning pee. Now I'm gonna be gone probably until around four or five for this open house, so I need you to be a very, very good boy and do everything Sissy tells you, okay?" "Yes Mommy." The feeling of dread fell over me as the idea of nine hours alone in the house with my sister controlling every aspect of my existence sank in. "That's a good boy." She patted me on the bottom, which I barely felt through all the padding, and slid me into a chair at the island in the kitchen. "Sissy!" she shouted. "Where are you? I gotta get going!" "I'm in the bathroom, Mom! I'll be out in a minute!" Maggie sounded tired and grouchy, not a good combination at all. It was eight in the morning, and she never got up before ten on the weekends. "Oh for heaven's sake." Mom poured some orange juice into that crazy-straw cup and set it in front of me, then drained her coffee. "Mommy's gotta go, honey. Have a good day, okay?" She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a squeeze, then dashed off. I didn't bother answering her. Have a good day in a diaper with my obviously crabby sister who took such joy in torturing me yesterday. Sure. That's gonna happen. I put my head down on the countertop and just waited. "Oh look, the baby's up." Maggie's voice behind me took me by surprise. At least she wasn't all fake-bubbly like last night. She came around into my view, and she looked like hell. I mean, not that I thought my sister was pretty or anything. She grabbed a box of cereal out of the cabinet and poured some into a bowl, not even bothering to close the box as she slammed it onto the counter and opened the fridge. She grabbed the milk and poured it into the bowl, being a little more careful setting it down. She took a spoon out of the drawer and sat down next to me at the island. "Open," she said, bringing a spoonful of cereal and milk to my lips. "I..." I started, but she shoved it in. "If it weren't for you being a little brat yesterday, I'd be sleeping right now, not caring what you were doing. Because of you, I had to drag my ass out of bed at a quarter to eight. So you're going to shut your stupid little mouth except when I tell you to open it today, or I'm going to make your life a living hell. You get my drift?" I swallowed the cereal. "Y...yes Sissy." "Good. Open." And so I let her feed me, and she drank coffee while I chewed. And no one spoke. Which made what happened about halfway through the bowl that much more obvious. The hiss coming from my diaper area was loud enough to where she even paused her mechanical feeding to wait for it to be done. Which, of course, made what I was doing that much more embarrassing. The balloon was actually a little painful now, pressing my legs so far apart that I had to nearly straddle the chair. Timidly, I spoke up, "Sissy,please..." Another spoon cut me off. "I'll change your damn diaper when I'm good and ready,and damn sure not before you finish your fucking breakfast." Silence. Other than me eating. And the diaper rustling as I squirmed around to try and find a comfortable spot in the chair with all that swollen padding under me. She fed me the last spoon and said, "Drink your fucking juice, baby." She poured herself another cup of coffee, and I slurped that juice down as fast as I could. I wanted out of that damn diaper. She sat back down as I finished. "I'm done, Sissy." "Fine. Go watch fucking TV." I was desperate. "But what about my diaper?!" I couldn't believe I actually said that. "My diaper". "Fine. Go on upstairs," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "When I'm done, I'll come change your diaper and get you dressed." My jaw dropped. "But..." "Or you can sit there in your pissy diaper all day, I don't care. You want your diaper changed, you're going to get your ass up those stairs and wait for me in your bedroom." She wasn't budging. I slipped off the chair and onto my wobbly legs... and went straight down on the first step. "I can't walk like this, Sissy!" I flopped over onto my backside and stared at her. "Then fucking crawl. You're a baby. That's what babies do." "Maggie, come the fuck on!" She scowled at me and picked up her phone. "Fine. Lay there and cry about it then, baby!" "Shut up you big bully fucking bitch!" Her thumbs moved faster, then she set the phone down. My eyes got big as she stood up, towering over me as I sat there, trying to crab-walk away from her. She reached down and grabbed my arm. "OW!"Her grip was like iron, and she jerked me to my feet. Rip, rip, rip, the outer diaper fell off me, then the inner one, much heavier. She sprawled me across the seat of one of the bar stools, and down came the spoon, again and again and again. She hit me methodically, first the fat part of my butt on one side, then the other, then one upper thigh, then the other. Never the same place twice in a row, and god did it hurt. I went from angry teenager to whining kindergartner, but she kept right on going. I howled in pain, promising and begging and pleading, kicking my legs in the air, but she still didn't stop. Then I went limp, huge, wracking sobs making my entire body shudder. Finally, the spoon stopped, and I heard her put it down on the counter. "You ain't seen bully bitch out of me yet, you pissy-pants little brat." She pulled my shirt down over my snot-and-tear-covered face and threw it on the floor with the diapers. "If you so much as roll over before I get back, we're gonna go another round!" Down the hallway she went, and back she came with the changing supplies. She spread a towel on the floor in the living room. "On the towel, face down, baby." I walked over on wobbly legs, my backside on fire like it had never been before. Her phone vibrated on the counter behind me, but she ignored it. I laid down on my stomach. "One of these days," she said as she pumped what looked like hand lotion into her palm, "you're gonna learn when to keep your damn little mouth shut. All you had to do was wait for me to finish my coffee, and I would have changed your little diaper, and put a nice clean t-shirt on you, and I probably would have let you sit on the couch and play your little video game or maybe watch some big-boy cartoons or something." She started rubbing the cream into my quivering backside. Her touch stung, but the cream felt cool, soothing. "But no, you had to go and call me a bitch. And where did it get you, huh? Nowhere, that's where. It got your ass beat, is what it got you. And it put your sister in a shitty mood, which means all the nice things she was going to try to do for little baby Jamie this morning to make it a little easier went right out the goddamn window." She wiped her hands off with one of the wipes, then covered my as with a mountain of baby powder. She spread a diaper on the floor next to me and said, "Roll over, baby." I rolled, and it hurt when I landed, but not as much as yesterday after Mom worked me over. She wiped me down with a baby wipe in the front, covered me with another pile of powder, and sealed me up. She picked up a small kitchen knife, and I finally saw what Mom had done the night before. She cut slits in the bottom of the diaper, then lifted me up and added a second one. "Scoot your ass off the towel and sit still." I scooted, and she gathered everything back up and stood. "Do not move. I'll be right back." Down the hall she went. And I waited, sulking and sniffling. No PSP. Nothing good to watch on TV. This was really,really going to suck. I heard a door open, and her heavy footsteps on stairs. What the hell was she doing in the basement?! How long was I supposed to just sit here and stare at the fucking wall? After what seemed like an eternity, even though only 15 minutes had passed by the clock on the wall – I think it was lying to me – I heard her footsteps coming back up the basement stairs, with a whole lot of jostling and grunting to go with them. She shuffled down the hall, and my eyes bulged when I saw what was in her hands! "No! No fucking way!" I started to scuffle backwards, toward the stairs. "I told you not to move!" she shouted as she unfolded the huge playpen and slammed it on the floor in the middle of the living room. "You're not putting me in that fucking thing Maggie!" "What are you gonna do, crawl next door with just your little diaper on and tell Mrs. Farnsworth on me? I'm sure her three daughters would just love to see that!" She stormed toward me, and I panicked, flopping over and crawling as fast as I could. If I could just reach... Her powerful arm wrapped around my waist right before my hand got to the railing. "No!" I screamed, kicking and flailing helplessly. "Put me down, you crazy bitch! Put me down!" She dropped me into the playpen, and I bounced right back to my feet. This thing was bigger than I remembered, the bar reaching all the way to my stomach. "If you climb out of there, this is next!" She glowered at me, a leash in her hand. "What are you gonna do, walk me around like a fucking dog?!" I stretched my leg up, but my foot came just short of the bar. Just a little further! Come on! And then my foot was in her hand, and with a push, my backside was on the mattress. "No, I'm going to do this." She cinched the leash down onto my ankle, poked a hole in the netting near the bottom, and pulled it through, wrapping it around the leg of the playpen outside,out of reach. "Now, go ahead and call me a bitch again, you little creep." She walked over to the counter and grabbed her phone, swiping the screen and typing furiously. "Fuck you,bitch! Beat me all you want! I don't fucking care anymore! Do you hear me, you fucking cunt?! Do your worst!" "Now I'm a cunt too, huh?" she muttered, still staring at her phone. I started wrestling with the buckle on the leash around my ankle, but she ignored me. She finished typing and stood up. "By the way, this was what Mom sent back this morning after I told her you called me a bitch again." She turned the phone toward me and shoved it right in my face. "Well, he just bought himself two more days in diapers. And tell him if he calls you that again, he won't see those pull-ups until school is out!" I went cold. Maggie's reply, which she obviously just typed, sat there directly underneath. "Now I'm a bitch AND a cunt, apparently." She turned the screen around and grinned at me. "Hope you like pissing and shitting in your pants, you little rodent!" The phone vibrated. She laughed and typed some more. I forgot all about the leash and squirmed into the corner of the playpen, recoiling at what I'd just seen. Two more weeks of this? Her phone rang. "Hi Mom! Sure, he's right here, just a second!" I looked at that phone like it was made of poison cancer virus, cringing as Maggie brought it over and handed it to me. Timidly I reached out and took it. "H...hello...Mommy..." "You shut up and listen, you disrespectful little bastard. I don't want to hear a word out of your foul little mouth until I get home. I raised you better than to say such filthy things to anybody, never mind your own family! "Now, when I get home this evening, I am going to feed you supper, spank the living daylights out of your bratty little ass, and put you to bed. But here's what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to tell your father about this. But if you don't do exactly as Maggie and I tell you to do from now until we leave for the beach house, he's going to hear about all of it. And I don't think I need to tell you what your father will do if he finds out you used the C-word on your sister." I gulped, but stayed silent. Truth be told, I couldn't imagine what Dad would do,but I damned sure didn't want to find out. "Now, put me on speakerphone." I pressed the speaker button with a trembling finger. "Maggie, can you hear me?" "Yeah, Mom." "Did you order his new diapers?" "Yeah, a full case, like you asked." "Are they bringing them today?" "Should be around lunchtime." "Oh good. Make sure you tip the driver, and go ahead and order two more cases, since your baby brother decided he'd rather start his potty training at the beach this summer." But the beach trip was a month from now! The tears came rushing back again, and I couldn't stop them if I wanted to. I held the phone up weakly with the one hand, and buried my face in the other. Four weeks of diapers. "Okay... I will... anything else?" "Yeah. After you feed him lunch, change his diapers and put him down for a nap, whether the delivery is there or not. Only an hour or so, though,because he won't sleep tonight otherwise. And he can stay in the playpen the rest of the time. I'm pretty sure there are some boxes of yours and his old baby stuff right near where you found that crib, it's probably marked yard sale. Use whatever you can find, just make sure you wash it thoroughly. Until little Jay-Jay learns to stop having tantrums, he's going to be treated exactly how old he's acting." "Got it, Mom. I saw that box down there along with some old videos I was going to bring up for him to watch. What do you want me to fix for dinner?" "I'll text you about that later. I can already hear him bawling. I gotta go. Love you both!" The phone went dead, and Maggie was right there to snatch it. "There you go,little buddy. I did my worst. You wanna try it again?" "No." "You gonna stay in that playpen while I'm downstairs?" "Yes." "Good. 'Cause I'm pretty sure Mom won't hesitate to extend your little punishment out through the beach trip too." I shuddered at the thought. Her footfalls led back down the hall, down to the basement,to bring my doom back up with her. I finally went too far, and now my life was over. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was all of quarter after ten when Maggie finished this horrible,awful treasure hunt of hers. Stuffed animals of various shapes and sizes now covered the floor of the playpen. The dishwasher hummed away, full of baby bottles, toddler plates, and pacifiers, though she took the trouble to hand wash a white pacifier with a purple and pink butterfly on it and stuff it into my mouth. "Matches your pretty diapers!" she said. Well, it certainly did that, for a variety of reasons. She even found a box of old DVD's down there. I thought for sure she'd torture me with Teletubbies and Barney and all that crap, but her old Sailor Moon collection was hardly an improvement. Still, it gave me a distraction from the much bigger problem I had, that of a growing pressure in my gut, moving downward. I knew I could hold it,probably all day if I had to, but that wasn't going to make it go away. But for now, I just wasn't ready for this. So I watched prissy teenage girls dance around and do weird teenage girly superhero stuff, and I gnawed on the silicone nipple, and I did my best to ignore it. The dishwasher finished its cycle, and Maggie got up to empty it. I couldn't see what she was doing from my position, between the high bar of the playpen and the counter itself, but she spent a long time fidgeting with something over there, and I started to get suspicious. Finally she took something over to the fridge and began filling it with water from the built-in dispenser. In my gut, I knew, and she confirmed my suspicions rather quickly as she screwed a nipple onto a bottle and brought it over. "You looked thirsty, baby boy. Sissy brought you some nice cold water to drink." She leaned into the playpen and held it out to me. I didn't move. "If you drink it all up, Sissy will let you have a sippy cup with your lunch instead of another bottle." I had to admit, after all the crying and screaming and yelling I'd done that morning,a little cold water would be nice. I took it and spit out the pacifier. What difference did it make? Either way I had a nipple in my mouth. At least I was getting something out of this one. She sat down on the couch and stared at me, grinning. One way or another she was going to wind up humiliating me, might as well get it over with. I put it in my mouth and tilted my head back. To my surprise, it started dribbling almost immediately, before I had a chance to do anything with it. I sucked, and got a lot more than I was expecting;I nearly choked on that first gulp! She must have done something to the nipple! I looked up; she was sitting there with her hand over her mouth, stifling her laughter, staring at me intently. I scowled back at her and tipped it up again, sucking hard, determined to empty it as fast as possible. Eight ounces of ice cold water doesn't seem like a lot, until you're trying to suck it down through a nipple. I had to stop for a breath once, but I finished it in less than a minute and tossed it aside. "What a thirsty baby! Does Jay-Jay want some more?" She was openly giggling now, not even trying to hide it. "No." "Where's your binky, baby? Find your binky!" Ugh. I looked around in the mass of soft toys between my sprawled legs and located the pacifier, brushing it off and putting it back in my mouth. "What a good baby you are! Let's put another video on for you before lunch!" I looked at the clock; it was just eleven now. Maggie said the new diapers would get here around lunchtime. Maybe I could talk her into letting me use the toilet when they got here. I could hold out until then. Miserable though it was, the courier finally showed up 45 minutes later. And thankfully,either Maggie wasn't inspired to invite him in or he didn't have time. Either way, he didn't see me. What really creeped me out was the massive grin plastered across Maggie's face as she carried the huge box in from the foyer and plunked it down next to the couch. "So, do we need a diaper change, baby boy, or are we good right now?" This was my chance. I took the pacifier out and said, "Well, no, but I really have to poop. Could you..." "Oh wait, you called me a cunt and a bitch, and now you want me to do favors for you?" Dammit. "Please, Ma...Sissy, just this once. I'm sorry I said all that horrible stuff to you." "And you even took your binky out without my permission?" Ugh... I stuffed it back in. "Pleash Shishee! I'll vee a good vayvee fro' now on, I fromish!" She laughed. "Tell you what, Jamie." She took the pacifier out of my mouth. "Let's talk business. I'll let you go potty. In fact, I'll even talk to Mom and make sure you get to go poopie on the potty all the time, but it's gonna cost you." What could she possibly do worse than this? "Okay... what do I have to do?" "I'll show you after lunch. You want to go potty or not?" I didn't like this. But again, I was already sitting in a playpen in a diaper, and I'd already been made to drink out of a bottle, and be spoonfed. There couldn't possibly be anything worse than this, other than... "Wait, you're not gonna make me go around outside dressed like this, are you?" "No, no,nothing like that, silly baby!" She laughed. "So what's it gonna be? You gonna give me a poopy diaper to change, or do you want to go potty like a big boy? Besides, I bet you're sick of being all double-diapered like that, aren't you? Don't you wanna try on your new diapers?" I sighed. "Okay,okay, deal." Her smile got even bigger as she tucked the pacifier back in and dropped the side of the playpen. "Always knew you were a smart little baby boy. Come on, I'll take you to potty." She reached down and unbuckled the leash. "If you promise not to try and climb out anymore, I won't put that back on you this afternoon." "I frovish." She cackled. "So cute. Come on out, baby." I got to my feet and held on to the rail as I wobbled out. She held my hand on the way to the bathroom,which I was grateful for, as much as the mass between my legs disrupted my balance. I could hardly wait to get changed into a single diaper again. She took me to the powder room and stripped the two diapers off me, then stepped out into the hall to let me do my business. "Come back out to the living room when you're done,Jamie, I'm going to fix your lunch." I heard her walk away, and as I dropped the pacifier out of my mouth I resolved to take my sweet time, considering this would probably be the last time I'd see a toilet today. And so I did, sitting there naked, enjoying the air on my crotch, waiting for nature to take its course. I had a nice long pee as well, and I basked the satisfaction of completely voiding myself like the teenage boy I was supposed to be. I wasn't looking forward to having another diaper put on me, but at least it'd be ONE diaper, so I'd be able to walk. As I wiped, I felt in fairly good spirits for the first time since Friday afternoon when the nightmare began. Whatever Maggie had in store for me as part of this bargain couldn't be any worse than the morning I'd just had. I walked out of the bathroom, naked as a jaybird. An empty mac and cheese box sat on the counter, and the noodles were boiling away in a pot on the stove. "Well it's about time!" Maggie was sitting on the couch with something very big and very, very pink. "Come on over and get your diaper on!" My heart sank. "Pink?! What the hell?!" "Mom said to find the most absorbent diapers I could in your size. These are it, buddy. Rearz Princess, is what they call them. Now get over here so I can get back to fixing your lunch, baby." I trudged over, and she spread the thing out on a towel. It was much bigger than the Moldy-care or whatever those purple things were. I lay down on it,numb to the humiliation. What the hell kind of weirdos ran around in pink adult diapers with unicorns and princesses all over them? I stared at the bag sitting next to me as she powdered my front and rear. "Princess Pink by Rearz. Level 10 protection." She pulled the front between my legs. Good god, this thing was big, and thick, and bulky! It rode all the way above my bellybutton, almost to my ribs! And my legs forced apart nearly as far as with the double diapers! This was hardly an improvement at all! As she pulled the tapes across my hips, then my stomach, she sat back and clapped her hands. "That is SO adorable! Alright, get that pink little butt of yours back in your playpen while Sissy finishes making lunch." I lay there, arms crossed, glaring at her. "Oh, okay, you need some help." She walked over to the playpen and raised the bar, then I felt her arms underneath me, hoisting me up while I squirmed. She dumped me into the playpen. "There you go. Princess." "Shu' Uff!" "Hey, if you're missing the purple ones so much, I bet I could put one on under your pretty pink one next time I change you!" She cackled as she stirred the pot. I stared at my crotch. I wanted to rip this thing off and throw it at her. But I didn't. I sat there and stewed, and I made her carry me over to the kitchen and plunk me in a chair. In front of me sat a plate of cut up hot dogs and a puddle of ketchup. Out of reach was a plate of macaroni and cheese, obviously made for a toddler, though there was a full size spoon in it. She took my pacifier out and said, "Eat up,princess!" "Can I have a fork?" "No. Forks are for big kids." "Fine." I picked up a slice of hot dog, dunked it in the ketchup, and stuck it in my mouth, but not before a drop of ketchup hit my chest. I tasted it – she watered down the ketchup? What the hell?! Maggie watched intently as I worked my way through the slices as quickly as I could, dribbling ketchup-water all over myself. I put the last piece in my mouth, and she said, "Good job, baby! Let's have some mac and cheese!" She overloaded every single spoonful, so I wound up with cheese and ketchup all over my face, and some of it even landed on my... the diaper in my lap. When she finished,I glared at her. "Did you enjoy yourself? Was that fun for you?" "Well I don't know about me, but it sure looks like you had a good time, messy baby! Let's get you cleaned up and get a nice bottle in you so you can go have a nappy-poo, okay?" She pulled several wipes out of the container and nearly smothered me with them. "Nappy-poo? Really?" "Mom said an hour nap. I figure you can go have a little snooze, then I'll get you all nice and dressed and cleaned up for when she gets home, so maybe she'll be happy to see you instead of ready to kill you like she was this morning." "Did you...Mmmph!" She shoved the bottle into my mouth before I could finish the sentence and held it there. "Enough talking. Drink." I drank the bottle as quickly as possible, just to get it over with. "Good." She stuffed the pacifier back into my mouth. "Now march your crinkly little tushy upstairs and lie down. And if I catch you playing video games instead of laying there quietly, Mom will be the first to hear about it." "Fine." I got up and waddled up to my bedroom while she stuck her nose back in her phone. Spending the day lazing around the house in just your underwear is a rare treat. Except when your underwear is disposable. And pink. And has unicorns and princesses and stars all over it. Oh, and your big sister is determined to torture you every second of the day. I flopped out onto my bed and stared at the clock on my dresser, gnawing on the teat in my mouth. An hour. An entire hour to just lay here and do nothing. With a girly-ass diaper and a girly-ass pacifier to match. I was pretty sure I was going to die of boredom. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes... "Wake up sleepy baby!" My eyes flew open. The clock... what the hell? I actually fell asleep? I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Maggie didn't seem interested in waiting, so she grabbed my arm. "Hey!" "Time to get dressed, pink bottom!" "Wait, my clothes are in here!" "Not anymore they aren't. Time for your end of our deal..." I had no time to think, I was just being dragged along straight into my sister's room, confused and increasingly anxious. After she plunked me on the bed, she closed the door, and I died. Well, I wished I'd died when I saw what was hanging on the back of the door, anyway. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered that dress. Maggie wore it when we went to an Easter egg hunt. She was seven, I was almost four. It was solid pink, with a big rose right over the left chest and a little bow on the right hip. "I..." "Nope. No arguing. This is our deal. You got to go poopie in the potty,instead of in your diaper, and I'll make sure you continue to get to do so for as long as you're wearing those cute little princess panties. But you're gonna wear pretty little things that match those little princess panties, and Sissy's gonna do up your hair and make you the prettiest little toddler girl on the block. And if you even think about trying to back out now, this goes on your SnapBook wall for all your friends to see." I gaped as she turned her phone around. She had the security camera going in the living room this morning! My mouth gaped as I watched myself pleading and begging and sobbing, bent over that chair while she whacked me with that horrible spoon. "You wouldn't!" "Wanna bet?" I sat there and shivered. That video would be the end of me at school. I hung my head; this was it. I should have seen it coming. First the purple diapers Mom bought, then these faggy girly printed ones Maggie picked out. All the baby stuff from downstairs all coming from Maggie's boxes, not mine. I should have known her old clothes were down there too, and she was just waiting for the chance to make me wear them. And that's exactly what I did. She put that dress on me, and all I could do was whimper as the soft cloth draped over my chest. She pulled my scruffy hair into pigtails on either side of my head, clipping barrettes onto them to hold them in place. She even put blush on my damn cheeks. Then she stuck me in front of the full length mirror on her closet door so I could see just exactly how it all looked. Powder pink diaper sticking out under rose pink dress, with pink barrettes and a pink pacifier and rosy pink cheeks. All that was missing was ankle socks and pink shoes, and I'd be ready for the toddler beauty pageant. And this was what I had to look forward to for the next month... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ And there I sat on the private beach in Old Orchard, in a pink sleeveless blouse with a ruffled hem, same pink diaper underneath, same pink pacifier in my mouth. I couldn't believe how the whole situation had gone this far. I did everything I could for the entire month to stay out of trouble, and when we finally got to the beach house, Mom informed me that, since my behavior had improved so much since I'd been turned into a little girl, that she was going to keep me that way. And Dad even agreed. It spared my bottom a round under his belt, and that alone was worth it. He even had one of the rooms renovated into a full-blown oversized nursery, with a crib and a changing table. And it was all... pink. My parents sat under an umbrella behind me, doing the "I missed you so much" thing, while I sat there with a plastic pail and bucket, digging in the sand, sucking my pacifier. I peed, and it didn't even faze me. Heck, I barely noticed it. I wondered if I'd ever get potty trained in time for school. The way Mom and Dad were talking, they were going to send me to a private school - as an 8-year-old incontinent trans girl with an emotional disability. Well, I wouldn't be the shortest kid in the class anymore. I'd still be the baby, though. Apparently that wasn't going to change anytime soon. Mom had suggested going to the doctor and getting the puberty-stopper shots for me. I'd be expected to tell everyone I felt like a little girl inside. In this getup, I kinda did. And in a way, I liked it. I liked being pretty, and I liked being fed and changed and dressed up like a little doll baby. I even had grown to like pooping and peeing in my pants whenever I felt like it and just doing whatever it was I was doing until someone decided to change me. It was fun being a baby girl. And if I had to go back to third grade to keep doing it, then welcome to third grade, Jamie-Anne. I happily suckled and dug and wiggled my crinkly butt, excited about my future as a baby T-girl. *** My eyes flash open. I'm covered in sweat. I sit up and look myself over. Nope, I'm still 47 and fat, my crinoline babydoll nightie covering up my beer belly, though it does nothing for my hairy arms. My big fat Rearz Princess diaper is swollen and heavy. I cheer to myself that I'm finally wetting the bed, after years of trying. Through the bars of my custom-made adult-sized crib, I notice my computer screen is still lit. "What a dream!" I reach up and let down the latch on the crib bars and climb out, delighting in the rustling of the nightie and the diaper, especially how the latter gives me a waddle now that it's full of pee. "This is gonna make an AWESOME story!" I sit down at my computer chair and start typing. Mom's arm was latched so tight on mine as she marched me through the front door of Jefferson Middle School, I thought she was going to break it off...

I ran across this while trolling my daily comics.