This is the continued story of Simon’s Journal.
Before you begin this third volume in this series,

I would highly recommend that you read the first and second volumes

as each picks up were the previous left off.

 

Simon’s Journal - Volume I 
Thirteen Days – The First Crusade

 

Simon’s Journal - Volume II

Thirteen Nights – After the Crusade

 

ADMONITION:

The following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction. Some events and characters were pulled from real life but have been changed, enhanced and twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity to actual individuals living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would be incredible!


WARNING:

The following story contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and exploring their awakening sexuality doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle tickling is illegal in your area, then I suggest you select something else to read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simon's Journal

Volume III

 

Thirteen Sails
Adventures Abound

 

Written by Danny

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter - 30

Welcome to the family

 

If my life was a book and if Madam-M were the villain in the book I’d have to say that her character was very poorly written. Maybe the reason she reacted to my offer to join her band of evil doers the way she did was that she had been expecting me to take Bulls place by her side. Or perhaps she thought that since we were out at sea, there wasn’t any chance of me changing my mind and trying to escape. At any rate, she welcomed me into the family quite literally with open arms.

She then took me on a tour of every part of the ship after first making a pit stop to get me changed out of my wet and soiled diaper and into a nice dry diaper. After being changed she took me to places on board that I hadn’t seen before including the computer lab which was quite impressive. In there I saw Lowell working away but I don’t think he even looked up once from his computer screen. If he knew I was there he didn’t let on a bit.

Miss-M explained in a hushed voice that Lowell and the others were making subliminal DVDs and CDs that when watched or listened too by boys would, over time, cause them to become incontinent.

“Why on earth would you want to do that?” I asked.

“Oh my dear boy!” she schmoozed, “Because if all the boys of the world suddenly start wetting then they are going to neeeeeed?” Miss-M let it hang in the air as though she expected me to finish her thought.

“Diapers?” I offered and then I asked her, “Ok, I get that part but why would you want all the boys around the world to wear diapers?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she said pushing my hair out of my eyes.

“So then I’m guessing you have some stock in the Pampers or Huggies companies?” I asked trying to figure out the element that would tie all of it together.

“You could say that.” She said knowingly. “For longer then you and I have been alive my family has been in the cloth diaper business. There was a time when nearly every cloth diaper bought or sold in the United States was made by my family.”

“Oh I get it!” I said twitching my head to get my hair out of my eyes again, “You want to put your family back on top of the diaper industry.” I said.

“Oh Simon you are so bright! You guessed exactly right!” She said patting me on the back rather firmly.

“So by listening to the CDs and DVDs anyone that hears them will become wetters like me?” I asked her.

“Not just anyone. The CDs and DVDs will only cause boys to wet.” She said with odd pride.

“How’s that work?” I asked and to make it seem that I was totally giving myself over to her I took hold of her hand as we walked.

“It’s all in the way the subliminal recordings are created.” She said.

“OK, I get that but why not target girls too?” I asked not just to get myself totally engrossed into her diabolical plans but also because it didn’t make sense to me not to target boys and girls alike. “I mean, won’t you sell a lot more diapers that way?”

“There are two reasons for only focusing on boys and not the girls. The first is because the brains of the world will be looking at why only male children seem to be afflicted. They will look hard and intently at the male genetic code but all it will do is push them off the real cause for the boys’ chronic wetting.

My head was started to hurt from all the information I had to take in, “Ok, I think I understand but what’s the second reason?”

“Because only little boys should be in diapers!” she said cackling like a bad guy from some low budget spy movie.

As we walked to our next stop on the Banachelli tour I couldn’t help but think that all of this seemed... well, so James Bondish! And let me tell you something else, I’m no James Bond and that is for sure! All of it was giving me a serious case of the heebie-jeebies; not to mention a whopper of a headache!

The power room was the next stop on the tour and I recognized the room because I’d spent so much time in it; I mean before it ever became such an important part of the ship. The power room was down in the belly of the Banachelli where the pits were. Ten generators had been set up, five on either side of the room. I had guessed that there had to be some sort of power station aboard but I hadn’t expected there to be ten generators. I guess they were all needed to power the computer lab, ship lighting and everything else electrical.

“So what’s fueling the generators?” I asked.

She gave me a smug grin as she answered, “Water of course!”

That one I didn’t understand. I mean I get that we are in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean but still, you can’t burn water however I decided that I didn’t need to know about that... at least not at the moment.

Next she took me to the very back of the ship to a large room the likes of which I’d only seen in movies. This particular room I hadn’t been expecting at all. Everything in the room had been painted white and was spotlessly clean. I had a fleeting thought that my mother would love how clean the room was.

She told me that the twelve boys that worked in the White lab, that’s what she called the room, had arrived with her. It turns out that they were a few of the boys that had escaped with Miss-M from the cave back in Ohio. They were all quite small, I can’t say how old they were because every last one of them were dressed head to toe in white jumpsuits with hoods and each was wearing goggles and dust masks over their faces. Even their hands were covered in white cotton gloves. I found it particularly amusing that even with their jumpsuits on, I could still tell that all twelve of them were abundantly diapered.

The White Lab looked exactly the way you would expect a chemical lab to look with glass tubes, bottles, beakers and vials of all kinds of different colored liquids and powders. The only thing in the room that I recognized was the crates of small brown bottles.

“What are they making?” I asked.

What she told me made my blood run cold. I honestly hadn’t been expecting to learn about this particular secret.

“It’s the vitamins you’ve been taking.” She said very matter-of-factly and overly proud.

She didn’t explain in to much detail what the concoction did but she told me enough that I got the general idea.

“So it’s like you’ve bottled the fountain of youth.” I said.

“No, not exactly but I suppose it is as close a description as is needed right now.” She said and I got the feeling that she was holding something back.

It didn’t much matter because over time I’ve been able to put the full picture together and now I know that the so called vitamins were actually a chemical cocktail with several intended side effects such as stopping and even in some cases reversing the early onset of puberty. It also permanently altered the takers natural ability to control their bodily functions. There were other chemicals introduced to alter and/or heighten ones mood and probably the most important aspect of it was the fact that each bottle contained just enough opium to get each and every one of the boys aboard the Banachelli addicted to the stuff. Yes that’s right, even me!

 

Chapter 31

 

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