The Prank

	Craig and Greg Johnson were 12 year old identical twins. Both 
were tall, brown hair and eyes, pale skin, and both were skinny. But 
even though they were identical, they were quite different. Craig was 
smart, funny, popular, and athletic. Greg was always overshadowed by 
Craig, and hated him for it. But this time, Greg goes too far.
	Summer was finally here. Greg was filled with joy. No school, 
homework, just relaxing. He woke up and got onto the Internet. Lately, 
he had become interested in diapers, but he had never used them, except 
as a baby. He looked at a few diaper pages, then went downstairs. He 
saw his brother reading a letter, with their aunt reading it over his 
shoulder. "Congrats, Craig!" she said happily, "We'll have to call your 
parents tonight and tell them. Maybe we could have a celebration 
tonight, eh?" Craig nodded in approval. Greg and Craig's parents were 
on a five week tour of Europe, and Aunt DeeDee was left in charge of 
the two. Greg felt hatred toward good ol', perfect Craig. So he quickly 
thought up a plan... "Can I cook, Aunt DeeDee?" asked Greg. "Sure, 
sweety, why not?" she replied.
	Later that day, Greg rode his bike to the grocery store to get 
some things for dinner (and his plan). He picked up some beef, rolls, 
corn, ice cream, etc., plus a pack of laxatives and some youth diapers. 
He made sure to ask for brown paper bags, and the diapers and laxatives 
in the bottom. He raced home and put his supplies for the prank in his 
closet and headed back down stairs to start cooking. He made three 
servings of everything, fitting laxatives into one of everything. He 
made sure he knew that all of the laxative servings were to one side 
and went back up to his room. Little did he know that Aunt DeeDee was 
watching, or that she switched Greg and Craig's plates.
	At dinner, Craig and Aunt DeeDee both complimented Greg's 
cooking. He blushed, but didn't mind, as it covered up his smirk. After 
dinner, they watched a few movies Craig had picked out and everyone 
went off to bed.
	Greg enjoyed his dream, in which Craig woke up crying due to his 
soiled bed. He had to wear diapers and lost all of his friends and was 
absolutely miserable. Greg was laughing, and so were all of Craig's 
buddies.
	Greg woke up. he heard Aunt DD waking up Craig, then he heard her 
walk towards his room. Greg was slightly confused. But then he realized 
why Craig wasn't sporting spoiled shorts. It was because he was. DeeDee 
walked in. "Rise and shine!" she said, "Oh, dear, what's this? A soiled 
bed?" Greg turned red. "I had an accident during the night..." he 
murmured. "Greg, I know what you did. I saw everything. The laxatives. 
The diapers. The tampered food. Don't play stupid."
	She walked to his closet and pulled out the diapers. "Put a shirt 
and a diaper on. Nothing else. Then come down stairs for breakfast."
	After a very embarrassing breakfast in which he was forced to 
explain and apologize to Craig, Aunt DeeDee told the two to go out 
side. They would play until lunch, then go back out until dinner. Craig 
could com in side to use the restroom, but that was it. Greg couldn't 
come in at all.
	To Greg, it seemed like every kid in the neighborhood was out 
side. It also seemed as if the laxatives had not yet worn out. And 
there was nowhere to hide. At one point, Greg felt the need to do a 
huge BM. But a neighborhood bully noticed, and made Greg drop hi load 
in front of all of them. They laughed like hyenas as his diaper got 
bigger an bigger. Greg just wanted to die right there. "Do it again, 
you big baby!" shouted the ringleader. Greg ran, but they caught up to 
him. "Mess that diaper, or I'll hit you so hard, your brother will feel 
it."
	So Greg tried to push some more out, but it wouldn't come. But he 
did need to pee REAL bad, so he let it all go. The front of the diaper 
turned yellow. Everyone laughed.
 Finally, it was lunch time. "Aunt DeeDee, can I get a new diaper?" 
Greg asked. "Nope. Not until after dinner." This is gonna be a long 
summer, he thought.
	Outside, the bullies came back. Apparently they hadn't had 
enough. Why, oh why did he choose the longest lasting laxative? His 
stomach was rumbling, but nothing came out. "Let's give the baby some 
time to digest." Greg sat down and cried. For what felt like hours, he 
just sat there bawling. Some time later, the bullies returned. "We've 
given him enough time. Now let it all loose, big baby!" Greg began to 
pee and poo. The pee filled the diaper, making it bulge. The poop oozed 
out of his butt crack and into his diaper and, seeing as the rear of 
the diaper was full, went to the front. But neither the poo nor the pee 
stopped. Pee was running down his legs. Poop was coming out of both leg 
hole and the top. Everyone in the crowd was enjoying him or herself, 
laughing crazily. Suddenly, one of the tapes snapped, releasing poo 
onto the ground. Everyone laughed harder. The diaper then slid off and 
landed on the ground, leaving Greg's urine and feces covered privates 
exposed to the crowd. He then threw a tantrum as everyone pointed at 
him, laughing. After about ten minutes, Aunt DeeDee called out of the 
front door to Craig and Greg, saying it was time for dinner. She was 
shocked by the fact that he was half naked surrounded by other kids, 
crying, and his privates were covered in pee and poop. He ran inside 
and hid from the other kids. But DeeDee thought about what Greg was 
going to do to Craig, and rid herself of all guilt. She sent him up to 
shower and then off to bed.
	In the morning, he was instructed to put on a shirt and come down 
to breakfast. Fortunately, he did not go in his diaper during the 
night, so it didn't matter much that he didn't get a new diaper. After 
breakfast he was given a laxative tablet and sent outside.
	The bullies were back. but this time, they brought baby clothes 
with them. They dressed him up and "baby-sat" him, every once in a 
while forcing him to mess himself. By the end of the day, his diaper 
was, again over flowing. He was forced to stay in his bulging diaper 
until it was time for bed. To make sure there wasn't a big mess if the 
diaper spilled, DeeDee put him in his and Craig's old playpen until bed 
time while they all watched T.V.
	When he had about an hour left before bed time, he had to go 
again. He really couldn't hold it, so he just let it out. That was a 
big mistake. His diaper tore open and he had to sit in his waste for 
the remaining hour.
	The next morning, he was given baby clothes to wear, baby food 
breakfast, a laxative pill, and he was put in the cleaned playpen to 
watch baby T.V. shows as the "nice" neighborhood kids watched him, fed 
him baby food, and teased him for it. Again, at the end of the day, he 
had a full, splitting-at-the-seams diaper. He was miserable. It was 
like this everyday until his parents returned. Greg expected them to 
put a stop to it all. But instead, it stayed the same, for the most 
part. His parents put his bed in storage and made his room a nursery, 
DeeDee became the nanny, and Greg was expected to act like a baby. By 
the end of the summer, he was like a baby in a 12-year-old body.
	But Craig had had enough. He felt like it was his fault, and the 
guilt was terrible. He stood up to his parents and his aunt, but it 
didn't work. The guilt was nearly killing him at this point, and he 
began to bed wet. His aunt felt he was doing it on purpose, and began 
babying him, too. By the end of the year, both of them were home-
schooled big babies.