Mr. Peter Pants Summary: Brian is a kid who has enjoyed picking on Molly a brunette with glasses most of his life. Everything is going well until his older brother Joseph starts dating Lisa Molly's older sister. This gives Molly an opportunity for revenge. Chapter One: An Introduction I guess every school bus has one. The girl who didn't quite fit in. Molly was the girl on my bus. She lived just down Larkin road three stops from mine. From Kindergarten to the beginning of Junior High I must have used every name I could think of. I called her Miss Molly, Molly Meme, and Midget Moll to name a few. But just before Junior High things began to change. Molly hit a growth spurt that summer and wasn't so small. In fact if she didn't slouch she would be an inch taller then me! She also developed something she didn't have before. Boobies! She now had a modest pair, which gained her new respect on the bus. Finally my brother Joseph betrayed me. It was his Senior Year and he discovered Lisa. Lisa didn't register much on my radar. She was an upper classman, a Junior in High School. For the first part of the year before my junior high they sat on the last seat of the bus making goo-goo eyes at each other. Luckily around November my brother turned eighteen. Our Dad said, "Joe, you're a man now and a man needs a car." After that he had a car. It wasn't much but it kept them out of my hair. Most of last half of the sixth grade I was able to pick on Molly unmercifully. I would start when she got on the bus in the morning. We were in same class so I picked on her at school. The bus would go back the opposite way and I picked on her all the way home. I remember a couple of days snickering to myself as Molly headed home crying, her brown kinky hair clumping with moisture. A couple of times my brother yelled at me for mistreating Molly. He would tell me to be nice, that one day things might change. Well, what did that traitor know anyway? He would give Molly a ride a few times then she would be back on the bus in my tender care. Joe went off to college when I went into junior high. Lisa was back on the bus which kind of creeped me out. With all the changes with Molly I became attracted to her. This meant that I picked on Molly even more. Every once in a while when I had picked on Molly and brought her to tears Lisa would look at me. She would give me one of those knowing glances then turn away. In October around Halloween my Dad got Joe's telephone bill and went through the roof. Three hundred dollars!! Almost all of the calls were to Lisa. He was mad at my brother until he got his grades. My brother scored strait A's and was studying Psychology. My Dad couldn't have been prouder. Joe didn't come home that Christmas but did call twice that year to tell me to let up on Molly. I didn't care what he said. I was seventh grader, a Junior Higher. That summer he came home. Chapter Two: A Second Honeymoon and Joe Comes Home "Now make sure you do what your brother tells you to do. You know the rules. Behave yourself and let your father and I have a good time. If I hear you did one bad thing your punishment will be a lot worse then anything your brother can think up." That was the last thing my Mom said as she pushed my Dad out the door. They were going to go on an extended second honeymoon. Joe came home late last night so now they were off. Joe was still asleep so I made myself breakfast. I finished then left the bowl on the table to go play video games. He found me about an hour and a half later in front of the TV. Still half asleep he said, "After you finish your game come into the kitchen so we can talk." I didn't think much of it. Fifteen minutes later I found him hunched over a bowl of Count Chocula. The conversation went something like this: "You know Mom and Dad want me to Baby-sit you this summer. I told Mom that I don't think you need a babysitter. She said she didn't feel safe any other way. They pay my College Bills so here is the deal. You clean up after yourself, don't get in trouble and don't make a mess you can do what you like. Stay up as late as you want. Eat what you want. I don't care. Mess up, don't clean up after yourself in general get in my way I will treat you like you act. The punishment I come up with will fit the crime and you won't be happy. Understood?" "No problem Joe," was my only response. "Now clean up your dishes," Joe said and we were done. I was ecstatic. A whole summer doing what I wanted! This was going to be the best summer ever. Later that day Lisa came over while I was finishing a bag or Oreos. They went up to his room to "talk". I knew didn't like for them to be alone together but that was before college. I don't know what they were talking about but they must have been jumping on the bed most of the afternoon. The springs were crinkling and when they finally came out they were both all sweaty. "See ya tomorrow," Joe told Lisa. "Can I bring my sister?" Lisa asked. "Sure," Joe replied. "Then tomorrow." Lisa said as she kissed Joe. I had never seen a french kiss up close. Mom and Dad didn't even kiss like that. Joe walked her outside and then drove her home. He came back about 30 minutes later and I was waiting. "Joe why did you invite Molly here?" I yelled when he came in the door. "Because she is Lisa's sister." Joe said calmly. "Well I don't like her," I stammered. "It doesn't matter, she is my guest. You better treat her right," Joe said matter-of-factly. "What if I don't?" was all I could say. My vision was beginning to blur. "We have a long summer together, Brian. If you don't quit acting like a baby I will have to treat you like one." Joe said with a glint in his eye. "What does that mean?" I said, the color flushing from my face. "Just what I said! Now clean up your Oreo mess. Joe said and pointed to where I had been eating. "Don't let me catch you leaving a mess again." I stormed out of the room in a huff. A little while later I came back to clean up my mess, only to find it gone. All that was left was a little card saying, "little baby!" I was not a little baby. I'll show him! I thought. Tonight there was a Rambo marathon. It started at 8 p.m. and lasted until two. I would stay up and watch the whole thing. Around four I began preparing. Joe asked what was up so I told him. He didn't blink. He just said, "Fine, just make sure not to leave a mess. Clean up everything before you go to bed." I was surprised. Maybe he wasn't so bad. By eight o'clock I had everything ready. Around the coach I had every sort of snack. The movies were great. Joe even came down and watched one with me. When he went to bed at ten all he said was, "Make sure you don't leave a mess." I didn't think that much of it. Around two I got up tripping over the half finished tub of ice cream and going up to bed. I hadn't eaten any dinner now my stomach was hurting. "I'll get it in the morning," was all I thought. That night I had a crazy dream. There were ogres and witches. Voices were whispering unintelligibly in the distance. Some one put a damp cloth on my forehead and I heard the sound of a car driving off. Then came a girl's voice. It was very soothing. It cooed to me and sang lullabies. I fell asleep in her arms. She sounded a lot like Molly. Chapter Three: Crime and Punishment When I woke up I still hurt. There was a pail next to my bed with what looked like half digested food in it. A wet pair of underwear and jeans were in a chair next to the bed. The whole room smelt of urine. It was then that I realized how cold and wet I was. My whole bed was wet. I looked under the sheets just to realize someone had changed me into my PJs. I looked up and the bedroom door opened up. It was Joe carrying a blanket and some sheets. "How is the little baby doing this morning?" Joe asked. "I am not a little baby!" I said defiantly. "Well, that's what I told Mom but I guess I was wrong. I mean, look at you. You wet the bed three times last night. I know, because I changed the sheets," Joe Said. "I didn't mean to," I said in a sheepish voice. "I know, Little B. Babies don't mean to do the things they do they just happen." Joe said in a conciliatory voice. Joe hadn't called me that since I was six. "I am not a little baby!" I said, biting my lip to keep from crying. "Well let's take a tour." With this he helped me out of bed. "Don't worry about changing. There will be time for that later." First he pointed to my wet bed. "Do grown ups wet their beds, Brian?" I looked up, pleading and then shook my head no. "Three times," he said and pointed to the two sets of wet bedding in the corner. Again I shook my head no. As we walked down the steps for the rest of this tour I heard the sound of someone cooking. "Who is here?" I said to Joe. "Lisa. I asked her to come over and help me last night." "But what if she tells someone?" "She won't tell anyone. Besides, she is almost off to college like me." Before I could answer I saw Molly. "What is she doing here?" I said trying to hide behind Joe. "Well, I couldn't very well leave her at home by herself, could I? When I picked up Lisa she came with us. She was very helpful with you last night." It was then that I remembered the singing. I hung my head with shame and followed Joe past the dining room into the kitchen. Lisa was there cheerfully cooking. She seemed to glow like she was made to keep house. Joe pointed at the table where I had left out some snacks from the night before. "Did you do this?" I nodded my head yes. We then walked down into the living room. It smelt of dairy products turned bad. The room looked trashed. "Did you do this, too?" Again I nodded my head yes. "I didn't hear you," Joe said. "I mumbled "Yes." "What? I can't hear you!" he said. "Yes." I said more audibly. "What?!" he said almost screaming. "Yes I did it!" I screamed back. "You did this. What does it make you?" I just looked at him. "What does it make you?" He said now screaming. Again I just looked at him. I had never seen my brother so mad. "It makes you a little..." He said leading me. "It makes you a little what?" He said again. "It makes me a little baby." I finally admitted, turning pale. With that he lead me back up to the kitchen. Lisa and Molly were both in there. They were drawn in by the shouting and were standing there quietly. "Lisa and I have to go into town." He said by way of general announcement. He then turned to me. "Molly is a registered babysitter. She will take care of things while I am gone." "I don't need a babysitter," I said. "We both know different now. You do whatever she says. If I find out that you didn't do anything she says I will bring over all your friends. I will show them the mess and then bare-bottom spank you in front of them." He then turned to Molly. "Molly, I am counting on you. Take care of this little one. Take the sheets off the bed and start the laundry. If you have time start on the living room. Just in case he gives you any problems the paddle is in the closet." Molly just nodded. The Lisa and Joe left me alone with Molly. Chapter Four: Mr. Peter Pants "Strip," That was the first word out of Molly's mouth. "You heard me. Strip! Right here! Right Now!" My dick went a little hard. I never saw her this forceful I looked out the window to see Joe's car pull away. Slap! "Oww, that hurt!" I said, rubbing my face where she hit me. The next thing I knew my pajama bottoms were clumped on the floor around my ankles. "Now step out of them," she said. I paused and she raised her had to slap me again. I stepped out of them. "The shirt," She said and I removed it handing it to her. I stood there in front of her in my piss stained white tighties hoping she wouldn't notice my burgeoning erection. "Follow me," she said as she walked to the bathroom and I waddled behind. She filled the tub up too about two inches then said, "Now the underwear." "As soon as you leave." "I am not leaving. I need to bath you." "I am perfectly able to bath myself," I said defiantly. "Sure you are, Mr. Peter Pants. Now take off your underwear or I get the paddle then tell your brother when he gets home." With that I slowly lowered my underwear releasing my dick as it sprang upward. "Oh, is that the problem?" She said as I turned bright red. "Now come sit down in the tub." I did and she began to wash me. She scooped up water and began pouring it onto me like my Mom use to. She then began to scrub my whole body. I cried a little as she cleaned my penis rubbing up and down on my shaft. She then stopped just before I came. I wanted to reach down and finish myself off but she just slapped my hands away. "Little baby boys mustn't touch there," She said. "Now stand up so I can dry you." I stood up quickly my enraged penis coming close to her face before she stood as well. She took a large towel and dried most of the water off me before she had me step out of the tub. After she finished drying me she said, "Now go to the top of the stairs but don't go into your room." With that I hurried up the steps and stood naked in the cross breeze between Joes room and mine. She put my clothes in the hamper then followed me. She grabbed a rubber changing mat out of Joes room and laid it on the carpet. "You wouldn't believe how dirty a carpet can be. Now sit on the mat." I did as she instructed. The cool mat causing my erection to subside. My dick was still a little sore. She brought out another pajama top and bottom. "Hands over your head," she said. She then slipped the felt top on me. When she went to put the bottoms on me I stopped her. "What about the underwear?" "Oh. You need to air out some. You spent all night in urine- soaked sheets you need to let your skin breathe." She then slipped the bottoms on me. After that she took me back down stairs where she made me drink four glasses of water. "You're dehydrated," she said. "You're a little late for breakfast so you are going to have to drink one those liquid meals my sister brought." With that she reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a large bottle with "Baby!" written on the side. She pealed off the tin top and put a nipple on it. "Now go sit on the couch and drink your bottle." I knew better then to fight now so I went and began to drink my bottle. It tasted like formula!! Don't ask me how I knew but it did. A little while later Molly was shaking me. I fell asleep on the coach and had wet it. Chapter Five: A Change of Clothes Sorry guys for the delay. I had some Internet problems and had to change my service. Please enjoy the latest installment of Mr. Peter Pants as this former bully falls deeper under the control of Molly his new "Mommy." "Brian, wake up. Wake up, Brian. You nasty little baby!" I moved sluggishly as I did the bottle fell of my chest and onto the floor. Luckily the nipple kept the formula inside. "You dirty little baby. Look what you did! You wet yourself again." Still dazed, I felt around. "There must be some kind of mistake," I said "You bet there is and I am going to fix it." My hand felt the cushions. They were wet. Then I felt my bottoms. Soaked! "See I told you. You wet the couch because I watched you do it. You just wouldn't wake up." With that she reached out and grabbed my hand pulling me up off the couch. "That's another thing that will smell like piss." Molly reached over and pulled my pajama bottoms down to the floor exposing myself to her. "Now go into the bathroom and stand in the tub facing the wall. If I see you looking when I come in you'll wish I hadn't. Now go." I started walking the bottom of my shirt was a little wet so it clung to my torso not providing me any secrecy. I pulled at it but it only covered a little bit further then my belly button. Molly snickered a little as she looked at my behind. Molly came into the bathroom carrying a large bag and... SWAT!! "I told you not to turn around." Molly said after she hit my ass with the paddle. I turned back around and began to cover myself. SWAT!! "I told you not to touch there. Disobey me again and we are going at it." She said. My dick was getting hard. "Now turn around so I can see the damage." I slowly turned embarrassed for her to see me with my peter bouncing up and down. "Sit down and put your hands over your head." I sat gingerly in the white porcelain tub. The temperature cooled my ass from the slaps and the hard on went down. "Oh I see Mr. Peter Pants isn't as active now." I blushed as she pulled my shirt off. There was no way to win. If I had a hard on I was made fun of if it went down I was made fun of. I felt so awkward. Now completely naked she had me stand as she drew about two inches of water and with a little soap and water scrubbed my lower torso and legs. She would lather me up and then use some water to wash the suds off. As this went on I gained an excruciatingly hard-on. I so wanted to jack off right there in front of her. Maybe get some of my jizim in her brown kinky hair or on dark red lips. Then I just stood there in the water and realized she was done cleaning me. She was arranging things on the floor of the bathroom. She had the changing mat from earlier. A couple of bottles and a box of something or another. She looked at me and my raging hard-on and smiled. I went to cover myself. "No... No... No! Little baby better not touch himself or baby will get spanked. I think little baby should put his thumb in his mouth so little baby doesn't get in trouble." I just stared at her. "Do it!!" She yelled and the next thing I knew I was furiously sucking on my thumb. She smiled again. "Alright baby Momma is not upset at you. Come lie down on the changing mat." I gingerly stepped out of the tub. My left hand holding the window frame and my right still in my mouth. I lie on the mat as she adjusted the top of one of the bottles and began sprinkling me with something� "Baby Powder?!! I don't need baby powder!!" "Don't be silly, little baby. Of course you need baby powder. I need to stop you from chafing." She finished sprinkling and began to need it into my skin. My dick sprung up and she continued needing. Then as if she just noticed she started stroking the powder on my shaft. She moved achingly slow. Little by little I gained toward climax until I stood hard at attention. I began to try to move my penis in and out of her hand to speed it up. With so many unachieved climaxes I just needed relief. "No, no, nasty baby has enough powder there; now roll over," Molly said. I slowly rolled over and she sprinkled my ass and started needing until she was done. Then she had me roll again. "Alright baby, arch your back and put you peter in the air." By this point I was use to following orders and did so. When I lowered my ass back down I felt it. Out of shock I went to sit up and it was on. "A diaper!! I am not wearing a diaper!" I screamed and reached to remove it. That was when I realized how strong Molly had become. The next thing I knew I was pinned to the floor her knees in my thighs her hand pinning mine above my head and a bar of soap in my mouth. "You can scream all you want little Baby but you are going to wear those diapers. Further you aren't going to touch them Mr. Peter Pants. You are not qualified and they don't hold water well if they are not on right. With that she finished sealing the diaper and with it my fate. After I stopped struggling she let me up but by then I had a raging hard-on some bruises and a stomach full of soapsuds. The only thing I could think of was jacking off. I needed relief from my blue balls. Now free to move, I stood up only to see her frown. "Baby, baby. Diapers don't work right if your standing. You have to crawl if you want to go somewhere, you have to crawl." A stern look and I knew that the paddle waited for me if I disobeyed. So I crawled. I could hear her giggling as she followed behind me. Here I was the boy that had tormented her all these years crawling on the floor before her in a diaper totally at her mercy. My diaper swishing so loudly as I moved that all I could hear was she. I did not hear the digital camera clicking away. The friction of the diaper as I moved was arousing. Soon I was looking for a place to hide so I could jack off. Upstairs was out of the question. I didn't think I could manage stairs in this condition crawling. So I snuck behind the couch with a pillow. I couldn't touch myself so I humped the pillow. The sound and the sensation had quite a bit to overcome. By now I was in pain. I was nearing climax when Molly peeked around the corner. "Oh baby must be sick! Baby can't pee so he rocks back and fourth." I stopped in mid stroke. "Mommy will fix that." Then she held out a giant bottle of water with a nipple on it and a couple pills. "Now take these pills and drink this water so baby will get better." There was no way to get out of it. I swallowed the pills and drank the water slowly. My erection was gone and I was in pain. On top of all that I now had to go. "Now Baby, come here," she said as she placed a large pillow in the middle of the room. I crawled to her. "Now do like you did before. Rock back and forth on the pillow." "She must be joking I thought. Jack off here in front of her." "Do it know or Mommy spanks!!" The next thing I knew I was humping the pillow. I wasn't going to fast because there was no pleasure in it. My balls hurt too much and on top of it I had to go. Then came the first one. "Swat!!!" She hit hard but the padding helped some. "Go faster" So I picked up the pace. Soon my dick became warm and around the time the pain was letting up it happened. "pisssss sssssss ss" "Oh man." I said. There was no way to control it my dick was numb with pain. "Don't stop keep rocking." She said and swatted my head. So I continued to fuck the pillow while I was peeing into my wet diaper. Then it finally came or should I say I came. There was no pleasure in it. No pleasure except the pleasure in having the pain gone. I collapsed on the pillow. When I came to Molly was rolling me onto the changing mat again. She must have had it nearby. "Time to change Mr. Peter Pants again!" She said with an elfish grin I was lost in a haze as she changed me making sure to take pictures at every step. When I was clean and had a fresh diaper on me I noticed the pressure that remained in my bowels. I still had to go. "Why so glum, baby? I think babies should not have such a face." Molly said. She then started to tickle me. I couldn't talk. All I could do was laugh. Great volcanic laughter. The kind of laughs I use to have with Joe. Then it happened again. "Brrrt..." I made a face as I filled my diaper again this time with feces. I blushed. This would be the second time Molly would change my diaper. What was happening to me. "It's alright, Brian. Little babies can't control themselves," she said as she started to change my diaper. I looked away the whole time. "I am not a Baby," I said. It was then that I realized Joe was back. "Could have fooled me." Joe said. "I thought we were only going to use diapers on him at night." Joe said. I went to get up and Molly gave me a look that would freeze water. "He needed them and I have the proof." She said then pointed to the dirty diaper next to me. "Hey it's your call Molly. You're the baby sitter but the money for the extra diapers comes out of your fee." "But Joe." I said "No butts. Brian, you already had your butts with those diapers. I don't need anymore proof. Act like a baby and your going to be treated like one. I don't even know how you could be my little brother." So he left me there as Molly buttoned me up in another diaper. Chapter Six: Black Mail "Oh baby, don't cry." Molly said. My expression must have changed after Joe left me. "We will have lots of fun this summer," She continued. "All day and all night." My jaw dropped. "Oh I didn't tell you?! My Dad is gone, fitting pipes on an oil rig or some such thing this summer. He left Lisa in charge. And she wants to spend all of her time here." The color vanished from my face. "That and your brother is paying me to be your Nanny all summer." My face turned beet red. "Think of it! He is paying me for something that I would do for free." I gulped load and deep, my tongue sticking to the back of my throat. "Now for some baby pictures!" she said and produced the beforehand hidden digital camera. "Click!" She took my picture wearing only my diaper. "Hey you can't do that!" "Click, Click." "Why not baby?" "Click, Click" "Because I am not a baby!" I said with tears rolling down my face. "Oh is that so, Mr. Peter Pants?" "Click" "Molly!" I cried jumping up and down a little then lunging for the camera. "Click" "OK!! OK!! But only if you stop calling me Molly!" She Said. I just looked at her dumb. "What should I call you?" "Mommy!" She replied "No way!" "At least for the summer until your real Mom gets back. It's either that or more pictures." "Click" "Alright! Alright!" I shouted. "Alright What?" "Alright, Mommy." "Now to get you dressed." She took my hand and told me to get up. I did and grabbed the camera. Before she could do anything the pictures were deleted. "That one, little baby, is going to cost you." She squeezed the hand she held and twisted it until I shrieked in pain and dropped the camera. "Mommy" picked up the camera and then drug me behind her to what use to be my room. Once in my room I noticed some changes. Some changes that showed me two things: #1, my brother and Lisa leaving must have been a ruse. The room had been changed. Not in big ways. They didn't change the wallpaper, but there was a funny looking crib in the center, a wooden stool in the corner, and another chair that had a weird attachment on its side. There was a box to the side and some baby changing stuff on the floor. There were also a few small video cameras in the room. One pointed at the changing mat and another at the chair. All this stuff would have taken a while to set up even if it was in the room next door (which it was). That brings me to conclusion #2. This plan Molly had for me must have been planned for a while. That and she must have had help. Mommy pulled out the camera again. "I am not going to let you take pictures of me." "It's a little late for that, don't you think?" Mommy replied. "What!?!?" "I must have over a hundred already," she said. "How?" "Do you think I would let all those opportunities pass with Mr. Peter Pants and not take a picture? I have pictures of him wetting his bed. I have pictures of him wetting the couch. I have pictures of him being changed. I even have pictures of him in diapers, messing his diapers, fucking his diapers and with the diapers open showing he used them." "I've got everything. This is just the first time I let you see a camera." "Now be a good baby and do everything I say. Or the whole school will know about you wearing diapers, in all your glory." I began to sweat a little and my vision was a little blurry. What was going to happen to me? Here I was virtually her prisoner and there wasn't much I could do, At least until I got the rest of the pictures. At this time I devised a plan. I would do what she said until I got a hold of those pictures. After that I would have my revenge. "What guarantee do I have that you haven't already showed them to everyone?" "Not much, besides my word and the understanding that I agreed with your brother to work within the rules." "Rules?" "Yes, rules. You only wear diapers on the days you have an accident and at night. You earn an extra hour during the day for each time you wet yourself and two for number 2. Go three days with no accidents and the diapers come off. If you ever get to the point where there are no more hours left. You have to start potty training all over again. Understand?" "What do you mean 'start potty training over again'?" "Just that. You are in diapers 24/7 as an infant for all intents and purposes. Once you adjust to infant status you progress older and older. At each stage I tell you what a baby at that stage can and can't do then you adjust to it. But you aren't even close to that now. So don't worry yet." "Uh Huh." "But there is more. "MORE!!" "Yes, more. Each time you disobey me or wet your diaper you will be spanked and have to roll the dice. Then you will have whatever additional punishment the dice dictate from the list. Along with a community service of me choosing." "List." "Yes, list, and here they are she said producing a piece of paper for me to read." 2. Run twice around the park in a diaper 3. Someone is shown the "baby pictures" 4. Babyfication (Semi permanent: Always when wearing diapers.) 5. Mr. Peter Pants must wear baby boy clothes for a day 6. Go out for a public outing (picnic, beach etc. in an area away from town but babyfied) 7. Another person is introduced to the family (another babysitter) 8. Haircut 9. Enema 10. Baby toys 11. Breastfeeding 12. Outside time "You can't do this!" I screamed. "My parents wont stand for it and you can't do it without their approval." "Are you sure about that?!" "Yea!" "Yea!" "Your parents are a long ways away, aren't they?" "What are you getting at?" "They designated Joe as your temporary guardian. Just in case something goes wrong. So for now he is your Daddy and he gave me permission." "Now it's time for your spanking." "You can't!" I said and she grabbed my diaper and yanked it down. I stepped out of them and tried to run. Grabbing my ankle, she spun me onto the floor "You wouldn't!" I said and she pounced on me, grabbing my hair. I screamed out as she drug me by my hair to the chair. I soon understood the purpose of the weird attachment as this inverted kneeler locked in my legs in a kneeling position next to the chair. After a little struggle she sat in the chair and forced me to lie across her lap. She locked me in and then reached around in back of the chair and picked up a paddle. "Smile for the camera." Was all she said before she lay into me. I had this idea of being strong for the camera. It didn't hold. With the first hit I cried in pain. As blow after successive blow hit my pink behind I melted. I could see the video camera was on but I didn't care. I admitted to being a bad baby who needed a diaper. I promised to be a good baby and do anything she wanted me too. In the end I was a blubbering mess when she finished. When I finally came to myself she had released me from the chair and put a pair of dice in my hand. It was time to roll! Chapter Seven: Luck be a Lady I just looked at the fuzzy dice in my hand. They looked familiar. They were the orange dice from Joe's car. They just had the string removed. The weight felt a little funny though. It must have been all that time hanging there. I roll! "A perfect 12!" Molly said. It was hard to believe but she was right. With that I was dragged outside. Molly stopped only long enough to put a diaper on my butt and a pair of sandals on my feat. The sliding glass door closed with a click and I was outside in just a diaper. I thought of running away but where would I run? Nowhere at least dressed like this. Molly led me over to my old sandbox and set me down. I started playing with my old trucks. She disappeared for a second and returned with a big hat and some tea for me to drink. Again she disappeared and then reappeared with her digital camera. She pointed it at me and took a picture. "I've got to destroy those photos!" was all I could think of. I didn't know that she had the camera set on video with a remote record in her hand. A half an hour later I first noticed it. I had to go! "Molly I have to go!" "Uh huh." "Well you said I can't touch my diaper." "That's true." "I need you to take my diaper of me so I can go to the bathroom." "Brian, you remember rolling the dice?" "Yes." "What did you roll?" "Twelve." "What is the punishment for twelve?" "Outside time." "That's right outside time and by my watch you have only been out here 50 minutes. That means there is a little more then two hours left before you're done and can use the 'bathroom'. Till then you gotta hold it. Oh and Brian you need to always call me Mommy." I started to cry. Then I screamed a little and said some mean things about my brother. After a while I did the pee-pee dance and then about thirty later it happened. A little trickle of pee escaped my tortured urethra. I tried to stop it but the diaper was too thick. As my diaper filled with pee my knees buckled and I cried. Large tears rolled down my face. My diaper unable to hold the sudden flood (it was the wrong kind!) leaked down my legs in streams of yellow. I finally collapsed there and sobbed laying in my own pee. I waited for her to change me but nothing happened. I figured we would have to wait until it was time to go in. Later I had to take a crap and knew better to ask. After what seemed like an eternity I decided to crap. Letting it go in my diaper there was a loud farting sound. Just then Joe came out on the porch bringing Lisa close behind. Joe looked disheveled and Lisa looked like she just threw her clothes on. "So, do you think he learned his lesson?" he said to Molly "What do you mean?" "Do you think he'll act his age?" "Well, let's check his diaper and find out." Molly came over and after a little struggle on my part opened it revealing my mess. "I don't know, it might take all summer." After that my brother laughed and I started cry. He went back inside with Lisa and I was left with "Mommy." She took my diaper off me then sprayed me with a cold hose to wash me down. After that she cleaned up the area. She picked up the camera and said, "I think it's all full now." Molly opened the sliding glass door and let me in. "You need to air dry for a little bit, baby. You can hang out in the kitchen area here but don't leave or you'll ear another punishment." Molly then took the camera upstairs and left me there naked. I looked around a little. I left the kitchen hoping to find a way out of this mess. I checked the hamper downstairs for adult clothes. It was empty. I came back into the kitchen and discovered some bibs and a couple of weird contraptions in one of the bigger drawers. Before I could figure out what they were I heard Molly coming downstairs and had to close the drawer. "Oh baby, has been a good baby and not wet or messed himself while I was gone. But we can't expect too much. We need to get Mr. Peter Pants into a fresh diaper." After that she lead me back upstairs. The other room's door was open and I saw that my old desk and computer were set up in there, the camera sitting on a computer cradle charging. She led me over to the changing mat when she stopped. Like she was remembering something she raised a finger. "I almost forgot. Mr. 'I am not a baby' pissed his diaper and then pooped it. That gets him his diapers three hours before bedtime, two rolls of the dice, two spankings and two additional community services." I just dropped my head and walked over to the chair. "Mommy" sat down and I lay across her lap. A few seconds later I was locked in and whaling like a two year old. After about ten minutes she stopped and said: "That counted for one baby. One more to go!" Another ten minutes passed and I stopped crying. I couldn't feel her anymore my but throbbed so much. Molly unlocked the chair and rolled me onto the floor. I guess my butt must have looked pretty bad so she went for some liniment. She must have had to search for it because she was gone a while. A few minutes later and I began to recover. I looked around and then remembered the camera. "I bet all those pictures are on the computer." In an instant I was there. I had the computer up and running and had already deleted all the pictures from the camera. A few minutes later and I deleted all the pictures on the hard drive. Just as I was about to power down the computer Molly spoke up. "Don't bother turning the computer off I want to show you something." In shock I just stared at her. "Go to www.mrpeterpants.com," she continued. Within a few clicks I saw it. There were all my pictures posted to the Internet. Even the pictures I thought I had destroyed! "Don't worry, baby. No one can see them but us right now. That is until the dice dictate otherwise. Oh, and I'll save that new spanking you earned until later. It's time to throw the dice." I followed her into my old room. I wasn't even conscious anymore of being naked. Molly noticed it, too and thought she would have to do something to fix it.
Chapter Eight: What are the Odds "What are the odds?" I thought. Molly had set out three sets of dice. I rolled an eleven, a three and a two. Within a few minutes Molly was running a program which randomly selected a girl from her home economics class and e-mailed her a one- time invitation to visit the website. Molly then made a few telephone calls and then began to wait. Molly had set up a partition shielding the crib. She put me in the crib and gave me a bottle. A few minutes latter and I was a sleep sucking on my thumb. I was awoken by the sounds of girls giggling. I crouched low against the blinds and listened. "Where is he?" "Behind the blind taking a nap." BAM!!! The partition fell revealing who the mystery girl was. It was Sarah, a girl I knew all to well from school. I jumped up and tried to hide myself and then my diapered part. Molly and Sarah only laughed. "Oh look, baby is ashamed of his diaper." "Well, baby should have thought of that before me messed himself over and over again." "Oh really!! So baby isn't so big anymore!" "Well, here he is, our very own 'Mr. Peter Pants' or more to the point- - peter in his pants!" "Oh well, now. Has the baby been fed yet? He did just finish off one of your special breast milk bottles, but if you have anymore he did roll the dice." With that the girls put the partition back up. Molly let me know there would be problems if I didn't cooperate with Sarah. Sarah cradled my head in her lap. She pulled off her shirt and undid her bra revealing her melons. They were laden with milk. "Okay, little baby. My instructions were that you are to be breastfed. That means three times a day you got to suck me dry. If you don't you know the results. You better start sucking." "Slurp!!!" It didn't take me long to start. I was use to following orders by now. The warm sticky liquid swilling down my throat. I began to think about Sarah. She was one of those teenage pregnancies that they talk about. She was pregnant most of the last school year. I think she gave birth somewhere around February or March. I know because I made her life a living hell picking on her. She ended up giving up her kid for adoption and failing this school year. Oh and yes she was in Molly's Home-ec class. I was delightfully surprised though when she let out a few moans as I slurped. It was an even bigger surprise when I switched breasts. She reached her hand down my diaper and grabbed my meat. As I worked on the second breast she worked on me. Right around the time I finished off the second breast I came in my diaper. Sarah wiped her hand with a wet wipe and then changed me. "This will be our little secret," She said. At this point I needed a break, so I agreed. I didn't know that the whole thing had been taped and was now on the website via live cam. Molly came in a few minutes later and said, "Put some shoes on him. It's time to go to the park." About thirty minutes later I was in the park. It was getting nighttime. This time of year that would make it about 9 pm. The park however was in the middle of town. The "track" they pointed to though wasn't very well lit. "You better go now," Molly said. My brother just sat in the driver's seat and snickered. Mad I stepped out the door and started off at brisk run. I almost was spotted before I came to myself and began to be cautious. I was about a third of the way around the track when Billy my class bully and one of his friends caught me. "I got ya, you little pervert." They got me, all right, and they had a camera. "Kabling! Kabling! Kabling" The Polaroid kept going off. "You sonova %$^^%$!" I said when they let me up. "Uh uh ahh," Billy said wagging his finger in my face. "Is that anyway for a good little baby to behave? You better behave a lot better or these pictures will be all over town. In fact you better beg just like a little baby or we will." Within seconds I was begging. "Please, Please give me the pictures." "You better cry, little baby or we will post them!" They replied. Then the water works started. "Please, Please give me the pictures! I promise to be a good baby." "Oh really. Well, you better prove it. Piss in your diaper and then poop like a good baby." "No!" came my solid reply. "Oh?" Billy said holding one of the now developed pictures. He could go to Kinko's and then have them up on every tree in town by midnight. I took a bottle they gave me and guzzled down what must have been close to a gallon of water. It went right through me, In ten minutes my diaper was flooded. After that I new I had to crap again. After I did that they maid me roll around in it for a few minutes. "Now that you've proven you can be a good baby you better run around this track once in under ten minutes then we will change your diaper. Anything more then that and we will leave with the diaper and the pictures." They knew I had to run! It was a mile around that track. There would be no scoping for the best way I had no time. I passed a few people in my run. An old guy walking his dog. A little old lady let out a chuckle. I passed the car where my brother sat. He held up the finger one for one lap. I got back to Billy and he had started a fire. I walked up to him and let the sodden diaper fall to the ground. Billy just slapped a new diaper on me without cleaning me. He threw the pictures in the fire and slapped me on my diapered but saying, "You better get going, little baby." This time I was careful and ducked into the trees when the old man came by and passed behind the old lady at the bench. Then I was back in the car and on my way home. When I got home Sarah got me ready for bed. When she discovered I was dirty she asked what happened and I told her. Again she said, "this will be our little secret." She then cleaned me up and put a fresh diaper on me. After tucking me into my new crib I was out with the light. It was the end of a long day. To be continued...