4H Club
Summary:
The 4H Club are the four most popular, beautiful, and sought-after girls in the
school. But after they throw the biggest party of the year, they are told on by
one of the girls' younger brother, Cameron. After a 3 month groundation
the girls show Cameron how tattle-tales should be treated.
Prologue
Since
before I can remember I have been around Heather, Hannah, Halie,
and Hilary: the 4-H Club.
My sister is what you can call the leader of the four girls. They are the four
most desired, most popular girls in school. They are all the meaning of
gorgeous and what most of the guys at school fantasize about while spanking
their monkeys. Fridays are the best due to the fact that it's
game day and they get to wear their sexy cheerleader uniforms.
My
parents leave on business trips around 2 times a month each. Every once in a
while they leave at the same time and leave my sister Halie
and I alone at the house. But don't worry, we're not alone for long, aside from
the fact that the other 3 beauties are guaranteed to be over, there is pretty
much no doubt in everyone's mind that Halie's parents
gone = HUGE party. The 4-H Club, along with their other blessings, are gods at throwing parties. While all this is going on I
usually just hang out in my room and play video games while trying to drown out
the noise of a bunch of drunk seniors.
This time
it was the biggest party of the year: Halloween. The girls had the best excuse
to dress as slutty as they could for all the guys. So
Dad left on Tuesday, Mom on Wednesday. The party was huge. An insane amount of
juniors, seniors, and college students covered infested the house. I continued
playing games as more and more guests seemed to keep
coming. Soon, I had to pee, I got up and stumbled
through the crowded hallway to the bathroom where I saw there was a line of
about 30 people in an assortment of bizarre costumes. I decided to just go
outside. It took me about 10 minutes just to get outside where I relieved
myself behind a bush even though hundreds of people could see me had they paid
any attention. I made my way back to my room, I opened the door and found my
sisters friend Heather of the 4-H in a very slutty
nurse outfit, kissing passionately with a college guy. When they noticed me she
broke the kiss.
"What
the fuck are you doing? Get out of here, perv!"
she screamed.
"What??
This is my room!" I yelled back.
We began
arguing and shouting until finally my sister Halie
came in. I was read from shouting.
"What
the hell is going on?" she asked.
"She's
in my room! And I wanna play Halo!!" I whined.
"Oh
my god Cameron just get out of here and leave her alone you little baby!"
she shouted.
I was so
angry, I continued to argue and whine until finally Heather gave up and left
the room with her guy, she slammed the door behind her. I was still so angry
and I knew just how to get her back.
I waited
for 3 days through the aftermath and cleaning of the party. I was tired of
being treated like dirt just because I was a freshman. Finally my parents came
home, I didn't hesitate to leave out any detail, I told them everything, the
parties, the guys, the kegs, everything. Halie was
grounded for 3 months, and my Mom called the parents of the other 3 ring
leaders, they were all given the same punishment. My parents made sure to not
schedule business trips at the same time and threatened to install cameras.
I spent
those three months enjoying my triumphant win over my sister. She spent her
three months coming directly home from school and going directly in her room
for the rest of the night, making sure to cast me the evilest look she could
muster before slamming the door as hard as she could. This was the longest time
the 4-H Club spent away from each other.
Another
four months passed and the incident was forgotten, well, I forgot about it.
Once the girls three-month sentence was up the girls made up for lost time by
spending every single hour together (which wasn't much of a stretch from how it
used to be if you could believe it), but instead of throwing parties or sneaking
out, they just sat couped up in their room and went
shopping a lot.
Dad had
to go to
"We'll
be back on Saturday. Be good! No parties!" Mom said as she climbed into
her taxi and closed the door.
Chapter 1
Halie and I waved goodbye until the taxi
turned the corner and disappeared. We walked back together up the path together
until we reached the front door of the house.
Halie opened the door and allowed me to
walk through, as soon as I stepped inside I was tackled and brought down to the
floor, I struggled, but I was overpowered by more than just Halie.
Three other girls jerked my hands behind my back while stopping me from
struggling. I felt my wrists being locked into the cold steel of handcuffs. I
was lifted up to see the rest of the 4-H club in front of me, my sister holding
me firmly from behind. They all smiled at me. A very evil
smile.
I was
forcefully led up the stairs to my room, shouting the entire way.
"What's
going on?" "What the hell are ya'll doing?" I screamed, but they
just ignored me and threw me face down on the bed. Heather and Hannah used
leather straps to fasten my legs to the bed. Once my legs were secure they
forced me down to keep me from struggling as they unlocked the hand cuffs and
strapped my arms to each post of the bed. I continued to tug and pull as hard
as I could trying to make lots and lots of noise.
"Shut
up!" they yelled, as Hannah covered my mouth while Hilary pulled out
scissors. The closer she came the more I resisted I had no idea what she had
planned but I didn't wanna find out. But the girls
were too strong, they kept me secure as Hilary snipped my pants, shirt, and
underwear off as the girls ripped them off until I was completely naked.
"Alrighty! It's time to teach our little tattle-tale a lesson!" I
heard Halie say as I stared at the pillow my head was
forced down into to muffle my screams. I was scared. I couldn't see anymore
from Hannah forcing my face into the pillow. I had no idea what they had in
store for me. But then, I felt my head released,
footsteps, and the door slamming shut and locking.
I was
left alone, bound so tight I could barely move, I struggled and screamed for
about 2 hours but it was no use. No one, including the girls, were going to help me.
After
another 3 hours of uncomfortable sobbing into the sheets, I felt a strong urge
to pee. I attempted to scream for help again, but it was still no use. I tried
to squeeze my legs together and began to sweat from trying to hold it in so
bad. Soon the pain was unbearable, I relaxed all muscles in my body as I tried
to enjoy the feeling of covering my sheets in a large amount of piss. I began
to cry from my ordeal of having to lay in a soggy,
smelly bed for another 2 hours.
Then I
was finally saved. Once I heard the door click to unlock I snapped to
attention. Hannah poked her beautiful head around the door and I saw her nose
crinkle. Then a huge smile flashed across her face.
"Oh
girls!! It's
time!!" she yelled.
I heard
footsteps rushing up the stairs and soon the other three girls stood in the
doorway with Hannah, all sharing the same smile.
"What...did
someone wet the bed?" Halie teased. I never felt
so small..."Did you? Is there a big wet mess in Camwon's
bed?"
I didn't
know what to say, I was so humiliated. 14 years old, and I'd been forced to wet
my bed like a child.
"Don't
worry Cammy, we'll get you all cleaned up, we just
need to set some rules first," said Hilary.
I sobbed, I wanted this to all be over.
"Cameron...from
now on you're gonna be our little bitch, you will do
anything and everything we tell you to do without hesitation, is that
understood?" Halie asked, in the most serious
tone I'd heard her use yet.
I knew I
couldn't do this, I had to resist, "No, I can't,
no way." I said it as believable as I could make it, but it came out as a
sort of pathetic whimper.
The girls
didn't seem shocked at all, it was as if they didn't
expect anything else. They each went to one corner of the bed and untied the
strap attached to the post. For a second, I almost thought they were freeing
me...I was sadly mistaken.
Once my
bonds were free I was lifted up and forced down on my knees on floor of the
side of the bed, my hands were cuffed in front of me. Hilary grabbed my head
and bent me over the edge of the bed, to my horror,
she was leading my head right to the puddle of piss. Once I could see what she
was doing I began to struggle and scream again, I managed to resist her, but
Hannah gratefully lended a helping hand and forced my
face into the wet, smelly sheets. I tried my best to turn my head away, but one
of the girls grabbed my hair and kept it firm, the fumes made me gag. The girls
waited until I calmed down before they started talking.
"Now,
this is what will happen every time you disobey any one of us or anyone we may
let control you. I've been waiting for this for a long
time!" I heard Halie say, I glanced back to see
that she had a large wooden paddle in her hand and she was winding up.
The first
smack felt like fire on my skin. I tried my best not to scream and give the
girls satisfaction as they giggled from my stifled whimpers. The second one was
twice as hard as the first one, again I attempted not to scream, but I couldn't
help but squeal. I tried to concentrate on how disgusting my face felt instead
of the pain, but Halie dealt me 8 more relentless
swats.
"You
like that you little bitch?? SMACK!! SMACK!! Are you gonna
tell mommy that you wet your bed like a little fucking baby?? SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! You remember each time we spank your little ass that you pissed your
fucking bed!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!" Satisfied,
she handed the paddle to another girl.
Once
Heather was done giving me 10 good paddles I was sobbing into the sheets.
Hannah took the paddle and went to town on me. I couldn't take it anymore, I
screamed, I cried, I let it all out, I didn't care that they were degrading me
with each swing they took. Finally Hannah finished her swats and handed it off
to Hilary, who had to release my head in order to take the paddle, but Halie gratefully took the roll of keeping my head smushed into the tear-stained piss.
Hilary's
first swat hit me hard and felt like it split my skin open. SMACK!! Tears were
now rolling freely down my face. SMACK!! SMACK!! That had done it, I was ready,
I didn't care what it took, I just wanted it to stop.
"Okay!!
Okay!! I'll do it!" I screamed into the sheets.
Hilary
stopped. Halie lifted my head up.
"You'll
do what? I want to hear you begging..." Halie
said cruelly, this was a day at Disney World for her.
SMACK!!
"Arrgghhhh!! Please!! Please!! Please let me be
your bitch!!" I screamed.
Again
they stopped.
"Will
you do everything we say? ‘Cause if you don't, you'll be right back in this
position..." she said.
"Yes!
Yes! I understand! Please!!" I said, I couldn't believe I was literally
begging to do God knows what for these 4 demented girls.
"Hmm,
well, just to make sure you get it through your head, Hilary gets to
finish..." Halie said, and with that, Hilary
slammed the paddle as hard as she could into my ass another 6 times.
When she
finished the girls released their holds on me, leaving me weak and crying
hysterically, not even caring anymore about what I was crying into. The girls
left me collapsed over the bed as they prepared their next means of torture,
which I soon found out meant me tied spread eagle to the bed again face up this
time.
Heather
left the room and came back with a large black bag. I was not anxious at all to
find out what it contained. She unzipped the bag, dug around in it for a bit,
then pulled out a box of baby wipes. I was a little confused, but my mind was
more concerned about the pain my ass had just gone through.
"Let’s
get little Camwon cleaned up after his ‘lil mess he just had in his bed...." she said, taking
a couple wipes, "I bet this little area is nice and stinky..." she
said, as she began to wipe the lower area of my tummy, slowly going down. As
she wiped my winky, I became very aroused, but the
girls just giggled and ignored it. Soon she finished and threw the baby wipe
away.
Halie now stood in front of me.
"Okay,"
she said, sighing, "now...to make sure this doesn't happen again..."
She
started rummaging through the bag again, it didn't take long, once she found
what she was looking for and pulled it out for me to see I was in shock and
horror, I still remember how I felt to this day. In
her hand she held a large bag of Depends adult disposable diapers.
As I
began to scream and cry, Halie started ripping open
the plastic to the package.
"Awww it looks like someone's a wittle
anxious to get their wittle diapurr
on, well don't worry Cammy it'll only be a minute..."
Hilary teased.
Halie took out a fresh diaper and began
unfolding it.
"I
can't tell you how long I've been waiting to do this to you, after all the
trouble you've gotten me in," Halie said, she
controlled my writhing body. The girls lifted my body up so Halie
could slide the unfolded diaper under my waist. Then she pushed me down on top
of it, spreading my legs and lifting the other half over my still erect penis.
She paid no attention to it as she ripped open the tabs, fastening them tightly
to each side of the diaper.
It was
done, it was the first of feelings I would come to be very familiar with. I
felt like I was in very cushioned underwear, it felt tight on my body, the
material was soothing, but the more comfortable I felt, the more squeamish I
was. I didn't like the feeling of being babied, being forced to do something I
didn't need or want to do. I continued to squirm and whine, but it was still no
use, all the struggling just reminded me I was a 14 year old in a diaper.
For the
first time, the girls sat down and rested, giggling at my helpless state.
"While
we're waiting for the show...I guess we can explain what will be going on the
next week while mommy and daddy are gone," Halie
said.
I tried
to be attentive as the realization of what they might be waiting for hit me.
"Each
day for the rest of the week one of us girls gets to keep you, each one of us
has some different things planned but they all revolve around the same thing:
you will be in diapers," she said sternly, "you will, of course, do
anything and everything we tell you to or else you will be spanked or punished
in a different way. And, you will no longer be able to cuss or use anything
resembling 'big people words', from now on it's 'pee pee' and 'poo poo'. But enough of that for
now, you just sit there and enjoy yourself." She finished, giving me one
final look before sitting with the other girls on the floor in front of the
bed, talking small talk about what boys are cute, and what girls are bitches.
A couple
of hours passed, they seemed like forever. Soon I felt a stirring in my
stomach.
"Unhhh...Unhhh..." I
whimpered.
The girls
snapped to attention, it was obvious this was what they had been waiting for,
they all jumped up.
"What
is it?" they asked.
I turned
red...I didn't want to say it, I didn't want them to
know, not that I could keep it a secret for long...
"What
is it wittle boy? Go on tell us...use your
words..." they urged.
"I..."
I hesitated, I was so embarrassed..."I...I...have to...go poo poo..." It was probably
one of the hardest things I've ever had to tell someone.
The girls
all smiled brightly and giggled hysterically.
"Well...I
think you know where you'll be going..." Halie
said, with the biggest smile I'd seen her use yet. And with that, they
dismissed themselves and sat back down.
Even
though I expected it, I was still sort of horrorstruck. As the need to go grew
so did my realization of the reality of the situation. I began to sweat. I
tried to hold it back with all my might. I tried begging the girls to give me
another chance...no use. They stood up now, they giggled at the faces I made.
"I
can't wait to see the look on your face the first time you feel your pants
filled with your own poop!!!!" Halie squealed, she was enjoying every minute of this.
My toes
clenched, I pulled against my bonds. Here it was...it was time...
The warm
mush left my body with very little help. My diaper seemed to feel like it
inflated. The gooey mess filled my diaper, and the
wait of my body smushed it against my skin. I felt
disgusting, and utterly humiliated.
The girls
all cheered and clapped. Then came the teasing...
"How
does it feel? Is it warm?"
"Wow...a
14 year old in a nice wittle dirty diaper..."
"I
bet you want that little stinker changed dontcha? It
must not feel very good..."
I was miserable, I couldn't wait to get this thing off. I shook my
head "yes" to the last question asked.
"Well
then...you need to start begging, admit that you just made a nice big dirty
diaper, and beg for us to change it for you, use your baby words, and if it's
good we might even change it right away...You can even call us mommy!"
They said.
I didn't
really know what to say, but I guess my sub-conscious feeling of disgust fueled
the words: "Ummm...Mommy...I just made a poo poo. I am a naughty wittle baby who needs you to change me out of my wittle messy I got myself in. I have a nice big stinker on
because I am a big baby. Please will you change me out of my dirty diaper..."
The
words, the diaper, the poop, the feeling, all of it made me feel like I was
actually 2 years old...
The girls
couldn't stop giggling, they had done it, they had
sunk me into nothing.
"Okay,
let’s get the wittle baby out of his stinky diapy..." Halie said. She
reached at the tabs and tore them off each side, opening up the diaper so that
the mound of poop could be seen and smelled at the bottom. "Ohhh we gotta big one on our
hands don't we Cammy? Did
you do all this?"
I blushed
again as the girls giggled.
Halie pulled the heavy, dirty diaper out
from underneath me and handed it to Hilary who balled it up and put it away.
Heather handed her a couple baby wipes as Halie used
them to clean up the mess. After she cleaned my bottom she wiped my butt and
made sure it was as clean as it could be. Hannah handed her baby powder and Halie proceeded to powder me as Hilary brought her a fresh
diaper. Halie placed the clean diaper under me and
reattached it tightly.
With that
the girls started packing up, "Okay good night wittle
baby! You're Hilary's tomorrow!
The girls
left the room, closed the door, and locked it. Leaving me tied up and in
diapers.
Chapter 2
It took
me a long time to fall asleep, I had a lot of thoughts swirling in my head and
my arms and legs felt numb from being in the same position for an entire day.
Finally I
drifted into a slumber, at about 5 a.m. I felt the need to pee, but all I did
was sigh, and let it go into the diaper. I fell back
asleep with the warm sticky sensation in between my legs.
After
what seemed to be 2 minutes later, I heard the door's locking mechanism click,
the knob turn, and the door creak open.
Hilary
came in smiling sweetly, she looked absolutely gorgeous, her straightened dark
hair fluttered as she stepped inside the door and her beautiful yes fluttered
at me.
"How's
my wittle boy? Do we have another big messy on our
hands?" she asked like a caring mother as she began checking my diaper.
She squeezed my crotch area, oblivious of my penis, but feeling its warm wetness, she smirked and moved on to the back. She pushed my
body to the side and pulled back my diaper to check my bottom for poop, she
didn't find any, when she came up she kinda looked
disappointed, but then just sighed and asked: "So I guess you want your
diaper changed huh?" she teased.
"Yes
please..." I said pathetically...
"Hehe, not yet," she smiled, "not until there's a
nice big poopy in there, and even then you don't get changed unless you behave.
But I will feed you, lemme go get your food ready,
don't worry your sister and the others aren't there, they found your wallet,
they're going shopping" She smiled again and left the room, her beautiful
brown hair waving as she walked out.
After
about 20 minutes she came back up. "Okay, let’s go," she said,
finally she untied me, it was a big relief as my arms and legs didn't even feel
like they were mine anymore.
Once I
gained my composure, I started to stand up, but she shoved me back down.
"What
the fuck do you think you're doing? You're a fucking baby now! You get to crawl
on her hands and knees unless I say otherwise!" she said sternly, this was
the first time her expression changed to wrathful.
Like a
hurt puppy I got down on my hands and knees and waddled my big diapered butt
out of the room and down the stairs with Hilary walking down beside me with the
diaper bag over her shoulder. When we reached the bottom we were standing in
the living room. I could see the kitchen from here,
next to the dining table I saw a very large high chair.
"Before
you can eat I wanna do something first, lay
down." She said.
I lay
down on the floor a little worried. She pulled my diaper down to my ankles like
it was a pair of underwear, then she started digging
in her bag. When she found what she was looking for she pulled it out slowly
and hit it behind her hand so I couldn't see it.
"Close
your eyes..." she said.
I closed
them, but not willingly.
I felt
the cheeks of my butt spread, something hard was being pushed against my hole,
I tried to resist but she held me firm and shoved the thing in. The object was
about 3 inches long and an inch in diameter. I whimpered from the pain, still
keeping my eyes tightly shut, and felt my diaper
pulled back up around my waist.
"Okay,
come on," she said, and walked over to the kitchen, expecting me to follow
her.
I kinda sat back for a second, waiting for her to say
"Just kidding" and take the object out. But she just walked over to
the high-chair and opened up the table top, motioning me to sit.
As I
crawled over the movement of my legs caused the object to go in weird, and very
painful, positions. I stopped in front of the larger sized high-chair and
looked at her standing over me. She motioned again to sit, I hesitated,
thinking about the object, but sighed and crawled up.
When I
sat down I felt the object go in to its fullest extent, it was very
uncomfortable as she closed the tabletop to the chair and I heard it click. She
placed a larger sized baby bib on me and then brought out the jars of baby
food.
She fed
me mushed pees and carrots, it didn't taste good, but
I was just glad to finally get something to eat. All the while all I thought
about was the object in my butt.
Once I
got my last baby spoonful of mush, Hilary cleaned my face with the bib, and
unlocked the tabletop. She told me to go and lay on the couch. I crawled over and
waited for her.
When she
came in she had me lay on her lap. She stuck a bottle in my mouth before I had
time to react, at first I resisted a little, but then started sucking. The
bottle contained baby formula. With each suck on the bottle's nipple I felt
more and more like a baby. The nipples hole was made for babies, so I only got
tiny sips each time. She turned on the TV and watched as she fed me. Once I was
about halfway through with the bottle, I felt a stirring in my stomach.
I started
resisting the bottle to get her attention, she looked
down at me and removed the bottle from my mouth to allow me to speak.
"What
is it wittle boy?" she asked sweetly.
Again I
was at a loss for words, she continued to look at me
scathingly, waiting for my reply. I hesitated, then said, "I...I have
to..."
"What?
You have to what?" she persisted.
"I
have to...go poo poo..."
I said, turning red again.
She
smiled. "Finish your bottle first, then we'll talk," she said, and
shoved the bottle back into my mouth.
I was kind
of taken aback, but just sighed and continued sipping, trying to ignore my
needs.
I kept
sucking until only about a quarter of the milk was left,
I really had to go now. I tried to move away and resist the bottle, but she
kept shoving it back in and holding my face still.
"No!
No poopy time ‘til you finish your bottle!" she yelled.
I didn't
know what she expected me to do anyways, there was no way I'd be able to do
anything with this thing still up my butt.
I was in
agony, the pain in my butt was bad, I felt myself being closer to going, yet I
could do nothing. I decided to drink the bottle as fast as I could. I began
sucking furiously on the nipple. Gobbling the sweet milk down
as fast as I could. In about 2 minutes I finished the milk and sucked the
bottle dry.
Hilary
continued to make sure I got every last drop of the bottles contents out. I
knew she was just stalling so as to see me squirm. Finally she was satisfied.
She took out the bottle, and before I knew it, she was putting me over her knee,
pulling my diaper down.
"It's
time for the baby's spankings!!!" she screamed, as if announcing a grand
prize.
Before I
knew it she was slapping my ass with her bare hand as hard as she could,
relentlessly, not seeming to feel the sting on her hands that was causing me so
much pain. I started to scream. With each smack, my butt would clench and
tighten, causing the object to be more and more painful.
"Beg!!"
she screamed, "Beg to poop your pants like a little baby!!"
She
wanted me to beg, to beg! To beg to do something I didn't have to do. To do
something I could easily do in a toilet like any boy my age could and would do.
She was tormenting me, and she was loving every minute
of it.
I had no
choice, she wasn't stopping the spankings and I couldn't take them anymore. I
started to scream, and felt myself sink to a new low, "Please, PLEASE
Hilary, will you let me go poo poo
in my diapy. I am a big dirty baby who wants to feel
himself fill his pants with his own mess. I am begging you to let me be a little
baby."
She
stopped, I felt her rustling for something, I felt relieved, but my butt cheeks
burned. I expected her to stop, to put me on the
floor, to take the object out and let me do what she knew made me turn red the
most. But she didn't, instead I felt a flat piece of wood smack my ass again. I
screamed from shock and pain. She was hitting me with a ping pong paddle.
SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She went on, I was screaming, my ass was on fire.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't know what else to do,
all I knew was that I felt the need to cry.
I began
to sob softly into the couch, finally the spankings stopped. I didn't know what
to do, I just lay there and continued to cry.
"Ohhh no!! The poor baby's crying!! Let's get him
his binky!!" she said. I felt the object finally
being pulled from my butthole. But, to my horror, I
felt her press the object to my lips, and then shoving it in my sobbing mouth.
The object was actually a larger sized pacifier, that had a 3 inch long hard
gummy, with a baby design front when inserted in a mouth. I was ashamed and
disgusted, but knew I could do nothing.
"If
that wittle binky falls outta your pathetic tattle-taling
mouth, your gonna know what
it's like to cry like a baby!" she yelled. "Now, let's let the baby
make his mess while he sucks on his paci!!" she
said, I felt my diaper pulled back up around my waist.
She threw
me on the floor.
I sat in
a heap for a while, ashamed of my position. Finally I regained my composure,
and crawled onto the center of the floor and lay on my back.
She
smiled. I looked up at her for the "Okay". She nodded.
I turned
back to my situation. I was about to do it again. I was being forced to dirty
my diaper.
It didn't
take much pushing, just a little and it all started to fill my diaper with a
warm mushy mess.
My cheeks
burn red with humiliation, her smile was bright with glee.
"Awww did the wittle baby make
another big mess?? Does he have a little stinker that needs changing? Would you
like me to change your diaper Camwon?" she
teased.
Her
questions made me turn a shade of deep crimson. I slowly shook my head yes,
continuing to suck on my new binky.
She got
up slowly and flawlessly. I tried to pay more attention to how beautiful she
was instead of the warm mushy feeling coming from my diaper.
She
walked over to me and got down on her knees in front of me and in between my
legs. She grabbed the sides of my diaper and ripped off the tabs. She opened
the diaper up and exposed my fresh mess.
The smell
was making my eyes water and causing me to gag. But it didn't seem to effect her at all, she was enjoying all of this!
"Whew,
another big one!
Don't worry, mommy'll get you all cleaned up!"
she said, smiling as she pulled the dirty diaper out from underneath me,
holding both of my legs up so that my dirty bottom didn't brush against the
floor. She set the diaper to the side and reached in her diaper bag for wipes,
powder, and a fresh new diaper.
All I
could do was sit and suck on my binky as she began
cleaning me up with the baby wipes, throwing the dirty ones on top of the mess
in the old diaper. Once my bottom was clean she started wiping my hole, she
gave it a good three or four wipes, and then, all of a sudden, wrapped a wipe
around her finger and shoved it up my hole. She penetrated me as deep as she
could, going in and out and making sure to painfully
swirl it around. I just gasped and embraced the pain.
When she
finished brutally wiping me she powdered me and put me in a fresh new diaper.
Then she
folded the large old diaper and handed it to me.
"Take
this outside and throw it away," she said, as if saying something so simple as "go have a drink of water".
Then she
stood up, scooped up the diaper bag, put it over her shoulder, gave me one last reassuring look that said "yes I was
serious", and walked out of the room into my parent’s room.
I looked
down at the large diaper in my hands. I was going to have to walk outside, in
nothing but a diaper, holding a large amount of proof that I use what I wear. I
knew I would be in trouble if I didn't do what she told me to, and I knew it
would be unthinkable to throw it away inside.
I crawled
over to the door while holding the large smelly diaper. I stood up and opened
the door. It had been a while since I'd seen the sun, it burned my eyes.
I felt my
cheeks glow again, I felt like I was forgetting something: all of my clothes. I
prayed no one would see me. I tried to look normal, as if I could, as I
strutted in just my diaper over to the side of the house, I lifted the lid of
the garbage can, turning to see if anyone could see me, a couple was walking
their dog, they looked, and laughed, and a couple cars drove by, I dropped the
diaper in the trash can, and hurried back around the house.
As if I
hadn't been shocked enough, Halie's car pulled into
the driveway. The car stopped as I stood in shock by the front door. The girls
were laughing as they climbed out of the car.
They
walked up the walkway carrying a large assortment of bags.
"Hehe, looks like you've had fun...nice binky!"
Halie said as she walked passed me and up to the
door. "Why aren't you crawling? I'll be sure to tell Hilary..." she
said back to me as she entered the house.
Hilary
came out of my parents' room to see the girls, they
chatted and showed her the stuff they bought with the money I was saving for a
PS3. Then Halie told her she caught me walking...
***
I got off
pretty easy I guess...
My binky was put back in my butt, and I was givin a new full bottle to suck on while I was spanked over
Hilary's knee again until the bottle was completely empty and I was sobbing and
screaming uncontrollably.
It was
around 7 o'clock when Hilary "put me to bed" in my room. I sucked on
my freshly dirty binky the whole night.
Chapter 3
I was
awoken by Heather the next day. I opened my eyes to see her dark brown hair
handing down into my face, and rubbing my tummy. I was in awe at how beautiful
she was. She smiled at me, but her smile faded when she realized that I was
wearing a clean diaper.
She wiped
the disappointment off her face, however, when she said, "Well, hi! Guess
what we're gonna do today! Mommy wants to go shopping
again and she couldn't find a babysitter, so it looks like you're gonna have to come with me! Yay!!" She said,
patting me on the stomach excitedly in a language that said "time to get
up and wipe that shocked look off your face".
I sat up
slowly, while she reached into the infamous diaper bag and started picking out
what I would wear.
She laid
out an assortment of larger sized baby clothes. She had a hard time deciding on
the purple Barney shirt and the baby blue Blue's Clues shirt.
I was
hoping she would just start laughing and give me a real shirt to wear. But of
course there was no way that dream could come true. She lifted my arms up over
my head and dressed my like I was a tiny child in my new Blue's Clues shirt.
She gave me a matching pear of blue polka-dotted shorts that were a little
small, especially with my diaper on, which, just so happened to make my butt
look unnaturally bulky and some of the diaper could be seen poking out of the
top of the shorts and could be seen over the undersized shirt.
"You
look so cute!! It's going to be so much fun dressing you like this every
day!" she said, I tried to ignore her last comment as she scooped up her
diaper bag and clasped my hand like a mother, she walked next to me as I walked
on my knees beside her, down the stairs. She bid the other girls
"goodbye" (no babysitter huh?) and opened the door to allow me to
walk out with her.
We walked
to the car, I tried to go as fast as I could so as to
avoid being seen again. She opened the back door to the car, a car seat
designed for thirteen year olds sat in it, I climbed in and she buckled me in.
Then we
were off. I would turn red at every stop light, worried that someone would see me, several people saw, some paid no attention, others had
no problems staring. One car full of middle aged women were waving and tapping
on the glass as if they were looking at a newborn baby. Heather looked over, saw
them, smiled, dug in her diaper bag for a second, then reached back and put the
larger sized binky in my mouth. I was as red as ever.
The ladies laughed hysterically, then the light turned green, they waved good
bye and gave me one last one-finger wave as they sped off.
I felt a
little relieved once we got on the freeway, but before I knew it we were pulling
into the parking lot of the mall. My heart started pounding as the engine to
the car stopped.
Heather
climbed out and opened my door, she unbuckled me and
lifted me up slightly like I was a toddler. She held my hand as we walked in
among the hundreds of people.
I tried
not to look up, I tried to pretend and hope no one could see my ridiculous
outfit and my overly stuffed butt that had a diaper exposed out of the top, and
of course the oversized binky covering my lips.
I had
that feeling of eyes and stares being on me already, and I hadn't even made it
through the door yet.
The glass
doors slid open and I was able to see the chaotic assortment of people
scrambling to spend their money.
Heather
clenched my hand tighter, as if to say "there's no turning back now",
and we strode through the building. Heather ignored the constant staring and
whispers, I tried to do the same. Once she found the store she was looking for
she clutched my hand tight again, ushering me inside.
We were
in a clothing store, a girl's heaven. She began frantically looking for sales
and bargains, keeping me close by her side as she flipped through dress after
dress, blouse after blouse.
I stood
there, my heart still pounding, I was shaking all
over, people walked by. Like in the car, some stared,
some didn't pay much attention or just failed to notice and walked by. Some
small children at the age of 2 or 3 actually stopped and just stared, I felt
extremely awkward, I was going through exactly what they were going through,
and the kid seemed to be baffled by that very statement as her parents came
back and grabbed them, the parents tried not to cast me a curious, suspicious,
and a little sympathetic, look.
Once she
found a blouse she liked she took it off the rack, took my hand, and walked me
to the cashier. She laid the blouse on the counter. When the cashier went to
take it she glanced at me, then did a sort of double-take
look. I just stared at the floor while the cashier checked Heather out, casting
another quick glance as she handed back her change and bag.
Heather
took them, then grabbed my hand and led me out of the store back into the
crowded mallway.
I
couldn't shake off all of the looks, it seemed like each one stung me. We
continued going into various clothing stores as heather bought clothes after
clothes after clothes, I started to wonder why girls
needed so much of them, that helped to relieve the feeling of staring eyes.
After
while I guess she decided she needed a break, so we sat down on a bench in the
midst of passersby and onlookers. I thought we were just gonna take a
quick breather, but yet again, I was sadly mistaken.
She
started digging into the infamous diaper bag, and pulled out a full bottle of
formula.
I was put
over her lap and had my binky withdrawn so that the
bottle could be inserted and sucked in front of what seemed like millions of
people. One couple actually came over and talked to Heather, asking about my
situation, she told them I enjoyed being treated like this,
they looked amused, and petted me as if I was a small child enjoying his
afternoon snack.
Once I
finished my bottle it was back to shopping. We actually had to make a trip back
outside to put bags in the car in order to free her hands to carry more.
Once we
got back inside I felt that familiar urge in my stomach. I think she felt me
getting uneasy, she looked down at me and said "yep, you know what you're gonna have to do" with her eyes.
When we
went into a new store I was shaking from trying to hold it in and let it pass,
but by the time we were checking out it was becoming unbearable. Heather just
went about her business, apparently oblivious to what was going on in my head.
As we came
out of the store, I realized I could no longer hold it in. I relaxed, and felt
the feeling I was becoming entirely too familiar with. But I was also
introduced to new feelings: the feeling of making and walking in a dirty
diaper.
The smell
started to become apparent, I looked up at Heather to see her reaction, but she
just kept on walking and searching for a new store.
What was
she doing?? Could she not smell that? Are you kidding me? Why hasn't she said
anything yet??
Heather
led me into yet another store to do some more shopping. Looks came in larger
quantity and quality now that the smell filled the stores.
I was
forced to walk around in my own mess for another hour before Heather finally
decided she had wasted enough of her money. We started walking back to the
front of the mall. However, in order to do so we had to pass
the area where the four branches of the mall all intersected: the busiest part.
We walked
through the midst of the people, I tried to go as fast
as I could. But right when we were in the middle Heather stopped.
What was
she doing now??
She
sniffed. Then look shocked.
"What's
that smell??" she said. The word "said" was an understatement,
she was practically screaming. Several people stopped and stared.
"Did
you go poo poo?" she
said, pulling back the back part of my diaper with one of her fingers, she
looked inside.
"Whew!
Okay! Looks like someone needs their diaper changed!!" she actually yelled
this time.
She took
my hand and started leading me thought the crowds of people, most of which were
watching our little show.
"Excuse
me! Excuse me! Sorry, I've just gotta go change his
diaper! Move! Sorry! Dirty diaper coming through! Watch out! Baby needs me to
clean his messy!" she said, as she walked through. "Excuse me do you
know where the restrooms are, I need to change my baby's diaper...Okay thank
you! Sorry about the smell!"
We turned
a corner and went into a narrow hallway. She pushed open the door to the
women's restroom and ushered me inside.
Women
powdering their noses turned to investigate as Heather laid me down on the
floor, setting her diaper bag and other shopping bags down beside me. People
doing their business and others that followed looked on as Heather ripped off
the tabs to the diaper. I heard gasps as the mound of my own poop was exposed.
I was utterly humiliated, all I could do was suck on my pathetic binky as Heather set the diaper aside, cleaned me up,
powdered me, and put on a fresh diaper. It was the worst experience I'd been
through yet.
She
lifted me up, took my hand, led me through the small crowd of people that
accumulated, and exited the restroom.
We left
the mall, got back into the car, and drove off.
I thought
my cheeks would be permanently red from this whole ordeal.
Once we
pulled up into the driveway Heather climbed out and let me out of my car seat,
taking may hand and walking me to the door.
Before
she opened it, I thought a saw a flash of a smile...
She
opened the door and we entered the house, I was expected to crawl now, and I
obeyed, we went through the foyer into the living room.
I
stopped, my jaw dropped to the floor. About 15 guys were sitting around in the
living room, all in a line shoulder to shoulder with their pants down.
I felt
Heather grab my hair and lead me over in front of them,
she had two empty baby bottles in her hand.
She put
me on my knees in front of the first guy in line. "It's time for you to
fill these bottles with a new kind of milk!!" she said, "but I don't
think you'd be able to do it very well with this in your mouth..." she
took the binky out of my mouth.
Let's
just say that night really sucked...
Chapter 4
Hannah
was my new mommy today. She came in to wake me up at 7 in the morning, after all, it was a school day. Hannah was the
prettiest of the girls in my opinion, she had dirty-blonde, straight hair and
her eyes were gorgeous. I also always thought of her as the
"sweetest", as if that term could possibly used to describe one of
these four demons.
"Come
on Cammy! It's time for school!" she said,
rubbing her hands through my hair. As I stirred, she checked my diaper. But she
too was disappointed to find it clean.
She then
started picking out my clothes to wear. Luckily for me, we were required to
wear school clothes, she seemed very disappointed by this too, she told me she
had Winnie the Pooh picked out for me.
While she
dressed me in my school clothes (as if I couldn't do it myself) I thought about
how sore my jaw and lips were from the night before, the girl's told me I would
probably have to get used to it...I didn't like that idea.
Once
Hannah had me dressed, we went down stairs for a mushed
peas and bananas breakfast.
Then
all four girls and I got in the car and drove to school. The girls pretended I wasn't even
there, ignoring the large car seat that separated two of them in the back. They
just chatted all the way to school.
Once we
pulled into the parking lot, all the girls except for Hannah climbed out.
Hannah stayed behind to unbuckle me outta my car
seat.
She had
me do one quick turn around before we walked into school. My butt looked very
bulky and if my arms raised up my shirt would rise
above my waistline, exposing the diaper. She put the infamous binky in my mouth and we entered the building.
I was of
course blushing, I had grown accustomed to it by now.
The onlookers weren't nearly as bad as the ones at the mall, but this was a
little more embarrassing in that some of them knew me. Granted, I wasn't the
most popular person in school, being a Freshman and
all, but most people knew me because of my sister and her friends. They seemed
to think it was extremely funny though that I was being led to my class by
Hannah while I sucked on a binky. People actually
started following me to capture pictures of me with their camera-phones.
Hannah
walked me to my first class, laying down the ground rules.
"You
will NOT speak at all, I have already spoken with all of your teachers and they
know that you have a dependency on diapers and sometimes just enjoy sucking on
a binky, if you start getting fussy and want your
bottle or if you need your diaper changed, text me. Don't even think about
trying to sneak your way into the bathroom and using the toilet! I know someone
in each one of your classes and they will tell me about your behavior. Disobey
me and it'll be no more mushed peas, it'll be mushed dirty diaper!" she said, sounding as stern as
ever. She cast me one last warning look before heading off to class with her
diaper bag over her shoulder.
We had
four class periods a day, my first period, History, didn't go too bad. I sat
alone at my own table. I tried to pay attention, but it was hard to ignore all
of the looks and whispers.
An hour
and a half of red cheeks later, the bell rang, when I went out the door Hannah
was already waiting for me.
"How
was your first period?" she asked, smiling at my embarrassment.
I walked
with her to second period. About halfway there I realized I had this period
with her, all of the looks, stares, and whistles made me forget about it until
now.
My second
period was Home Ec. A class I usually didn't do much
in anyway. The desks were all made for one person each, Hannah sat next to me.
Ms.
Johnson, the teacher and cheerleading coach walked in and began her class. We
were on the chapter dealing with child care, and were told to all right down
the best ways we thought were to raise a child. I laughed to myself as I
thought about what Hannah and the other girls might have written.
Almost
somewhat ironically, that feeling in my stomach came back again.
No...not now...I thought. I can't do this in class,
I would have to wait until hopefully homeroom. But of course the feeling
wouldn't go away. Why would it? I mean hadn't I been through enough?
I started
to squirm, to shift my weight, trying to contain myself. I glanced at Hannah,
she just laughed.
"Please..."
I asked her, I was pleading to not have to got through
this again.
She shook
her head "no", these girls really were
trying to make me miserable.
I began
to sweat, but I realized I should just stop torturing myself and let it go.
The
diaper, as always, did a good job of holding in all of the mush. I was now,
once again, sitting in my own filth. Feeling the warm squishy feeling I'd come
to know and hate.
The smell
didn't take its time doing its job at all. The whole classroom began to stink.
I was
humiliated, people started turning up their noses and were wearing disgusted
looks. Everyone, but Hannah and Ms. Johnson.
They were
pretending to be paying attention and oblivious to everyone’s moans and groans.
Hannah pretended to take notes as Ms. Johnson wrote on the board. It became
obvious that the head cheerleading coach was in on her team's games.
Finally
after about 5 minutes, Hannah loudly got out of her desk, walked over, and
checked my diaper by looking inside it.
"Ummm, Ms. Johnson? I think my baby needs his diaper changed... he's made a
poopy..." she said.
Ms.
Johnson smiled.
"Well
Hannah, why don't you do it right here on my desk so we can show everyone how a
diaper is properly changed. Would that be okay?" she asked.
My
insides twisted.
"That
would be wonderful Ms. Johnson! Thank you! Come on Cammy!"
she said, taking my hand and her diaper bag and strutting to the front of the
class room.
Ms.
Johnson cleared off her desk, and Hannah laid me on top of it so that I was
laying down flat on my back, once again, ready for a change. Everyone began
crowding around to see the show, again with their camera phones out.
For what
seemed like the millionth time. Hannah began changing my diaper.
She
ripped off the tabs and exposed the large pile, greeted with "ooo's" "ahh's" and
"ewww's".
Hannah
laughed as she began explaining step by step what she was doing to the class.
"Then
I take the poopy diaper off him and put that stinky thing to the side..."
she said, putting the diaper on the desk side, "then we have to clean up
his bottom because a lot of times it's really messy..." she continued,
taking a couple of wipes and wiping me clean.
As she
began powdering, people began to cause a lot of commotion. Teasing me, calling
me names, and telling me to "be sure not to make a mess in this one."
All of
the incidents were finally getting to me and breaking me down. I just wanted to
cry, and I did, I was no longer ashamed, I couldn't be anymore, I had been
broken down into nothing more than a 2 year old, sobbing into his binky like a baby.
"Aww what's wrong with him?" someone asked.
Hannah
smiled a bit, "Ohh he just gets fussy when he
doesn't get his bottle for a while...is that what you want Cammy??"
she asked, as she finished putting the clean diaper on me.
She
pulled out, to my horror, the bottle full of ejaculate that I filled the night
before.
I began
to struggle and scream into my binky, but people
grabbed me and took my binky out so the bottle could
be inserted.
I sucked
on the disgusting bottle of man juice for the rest of the class until I was
finally saved by the bell.
The class
filed out, talking about how they couldn't wait to tell all of their friends.
Hannah
walked me to my next class, dropping me off.
The rest
of the day was pretty much uneventful until I made another poopy in my 4th
period class. I text messaged Hannah, she told me to meet her in the girl's
bathroom. I went down and she changed my diaper.
Before I
went to bed Hannah told me I wouldn't be going to school tomorrow, and I
wouldn't be wearing a diaper tonight. Baffled, I climbed into bed.
That
night I had a nightmare about how demented I imagined Halie's
day would be.
Chapter 5
I
expected to be awoken that morning by Halie. But
instead I woke up on my own, at about 10 in the morning. I searched around the
room for any clue as to what to do, and, sure enough, I found a note on my
dresser.
I opened
it:
Hi Cammy!!
I just want you to do a few things
today while you're locked in your room until we get back from school, make sure
you do them right! I will be checking on you!
Mom and Dad should be coming back
home today, make sure you don't have your diaper on in case they come in!
Love, Halie!!!
The note
was a large surprise, this was a vacation compared to what I'd been through,
but I was by no means complaining at all.
I decided
to start my tasks off right away, and get them over with.
I went to
my drawer, dug around, and, sure enough, found a diaper.
I took
off all of my clothes and put the diaper on. This was the first time I had ever
seen myself in a diaper, I looked ridiculous, but I could see why the girls
thought it was funny. I spun around and never took my eye off the mirror,
trying to see exactly how big my butt looked in it.
Once I
finished my solo peepshow, I climbed on my bed.
I lay
back and tried to think about something that actually excited me in the last
couple days. I had to think for a while, but I finally nested on the thought of
those 4 girls.
They were
so gorgeous; I reached into my diaper and began to touch myself. I started
thinking about how they saw me and touched me naked. Then I started imagining
them giving me oral sex, trying to block out those horrible thoughts of the
night with all the guys.
Finally I
ejaculated into my diaper. I waited for the girls....
Chapter 6
The girls
came home at around 3:30, the door unlocked and they entered, checking my
diaper to find the stain of my own juices. They told me to get dressed in
normal clothes, because my parents would be home soon.
Sure
enough, at 4 o'clock my mom arrived, and my dad at 4:30.
I was so
glad they were home, my whole ordeal was over.
"Did
ya'll have fun while we were gone?" Mom asked, I didn't say anything, the girls already threatened me as to what would
happen if I dared speak to mom. Oh how badly I wanted to tell them everything.
But for some reason, even though I knew I would probably get away with it with
no consequences from the girls, I couldn't bring
myself to tell my mom what they forced me to do. But I couldn't.
"No
parties?" Mom asked Halie, her expression
changing to stern.
"No
mom...but I do have something to show you!" she said, all
of the girl's smiled their most evil smile.
Halie left the room, she came back
moments later carrying...to my horror...a video camera.
All too
quickly, the girl's plan became clear to me.
"NOOO!!!" I screamed,
my mom looked at me, no idea what was going on.
"Don't
worry Cameron, it's my turn to tell on you!!" all of the girls laughed.
All of a
sudden I was watching my TV replay what I just did. Putting the diaper on, and
masturbating in it.
Epilogue
Halie told them about how she had had
suspicions that I enjoyed wearing diapers, then decided to get proof.
I tried
to convince my parents that Halie had made me, but
they had seen enough.
I have
been wearing diapers ever since.