THE SWINTON SCHOOL Jason was a bad boy. He had punched out yet another guy in high school. He was sent down to the guidance counselor for the fifth time that month. "You know, young man, we are going to have to change that attitude of yours if you plan on graduating. One more outburst like this and you're going to be expelled. I don't think you really want to do that. Do you?" "No sir," Jason said. "But Kyle keeps taunting me, and the other guys too, and this is the only answer they understand." "Well, why are they taunting you?" "I guess its because I'm too smart for this school and they're jealous. Why don't you send me to a better school where people will be more my intellectual range?" "Well, you are very smart, let's see what I can find. But I know that your parents don't really have the money to send you to a special school," said the guidance counselor. "Why don't you see if a school has a scholarship or something that I can win to pay for it. Don't you have any books on the issue?" I protested. "I'll look." A week later Jason was called down to the office again. "What the hell did I do now?" he wondered. "I have good news for your, Jas. It appears that there is a school for troubled, but smart kids over in Alexandria Virginia. I went there and it seems a perfect fit. Even better, apparently it has an endowment to pay for all the students to attend free. All you have to do is take a test, which seems pretty complicated. They have four new spots opening up in a month. The test can be administered here so you won't have to travel. Do you want to take the test?" "Definitely," Jason said. "How big is this school?" "I was told it is only 30 students. All of you are in one class. Because of their curriculum you might have to go for an extra year. So you'll have two more years of schooling instead of one. Is that ok?" asked the counselor. "That's fine, so long as I'm learning more than I learn here. "OK then, I'll arrange for the test someday next week." The next day the guidance counselor said the test would be given on Tuesday of next week and that I didn't need to do any real studying because it was an intelligence test more than a factual test. "Great, let's do it," I said. I went home and told my parents about the opportunity. My mom wasn't' too happy about me going away to school, but my father thought it was a great idea and he said he would convince my mother about it. Besides it was only two hours away. The guidance counselor had given me pictures of the place and it seemed ok. It looked like a big old house with plenty of room. There was a pool table and a swimming pool. There was even the opportunity to do summer school there if I wanted to. Next Tuesday I showed up to take the test. It was pretty thick. Page after page of densely packed text. I was told to sit down in the guidance counselor's office to take the test. I had six hours to answer all the questions I could. There would be a one-hour lunch break after the first three hours of testing. Then I could finish the second half. The test was actually fairly easy because most of the questions were like asking my opinion and doing simple calculations and simple word games. I had a blast doing it really. When I was done the principal and the guidance counselor were there. They took the test and put it in an envelope and sealed it. They handed it to a messenger who apparently raced back to the new school to have it graded. The very next day I was told that I was accepted and I could come over to the school next weekend to begin to get accustomed to it My parents were petty exited about it. They realized that I was not really fitting into my current school because of my intelligence so they were glad that I found a place. On Saturday morning they drove me up to the school. It was a nice ride on a sunny day. We got there just after noon. We were welcomed by Mr. Lazarro, the headmaster. "Welcome to Swinton," he said. He shook hands with my father and me. "Let me show you to your room," and we followed him up into the building. "When you're done here join everyone downstairs in the big hall." After I put my stuff in what seemed like a damn nice room, bigger than the one I had at home, we went downstairs to meet ever the other students. When we walked into the room there were dozens of people milling about, drinking punch and having little finger foods. It was a meet and greet reception. The thirty students were asked to come to the front of the room, which was a few steps higher than the rest and all the parents and other adults rose to face us. Mr. Lazarro said, "welcome to Swinton School, a school for gifted boys. Boys who had trouble in regular schools because they were smarter than other kids, and we all know that jealousy roamed the halls of the public schools. To be better than the rest there is to invite trouble. Our students here are blameless in these matters," he paused and all the parents sort of murmured appreciatively. He continued, " here they will be able to indulge their intellectual curiosity unencumbered by regular classes and rules. They will be able to structure what they want to learn around four basic classes. At times they will be the only one I their class, with just one teacher. This will help them become expert at what they love and endeavor to learn. Because of the great expense that Mr. Swinton put into setting up this school years ago, and the results that he expected to achieve we ask that you parents minimize your contact with your boys. They will be able to learn better with fewer interruptions. This is almost like college, and indeed that's where we expect these boys to go. So we are trying to duplicate the environment there. We are also going to keep their old school chums away from them because we want them to make new friends here and broaden their horizons beyond their old home towns. We know that your boys will have some adjustments to make but we will be with them every step of the way." Jason wasn't sure anyone was even listening anymore as Mr. Lazarro kept droning one about the benefits and pitfalls, about the programs and classes the boys would encounter. It seemed that he spoke for about an hour. It was actually only half that. When he was done he announced, "now is the time to say goodbye so that these boys can begin to get settled in." There ensued a great deal of crying and tears and goodbyes and fretful commentary all around. And people began to shuffle out. In less than twenty minutes the hall was empty except the thirty boys, Mr. Lazarro and a few other men, presumably teachers at the school. It appeared that all of the teachers were fairly young. Jason didn 't think one of them was over forty. "Follow me to the dining room boys," Mr. Lazarro said. Off they all trooped down the hall to the dining room. The boys were all introducing themselves and trying to decide who they would sit next to when Mr. Lazarro announced that the boys would sit alphabetically by first name and that there were placards at the tables already. Surprisingly no one had the same first name as anyone else. They sat down and dinner was served. A really good dinner it was, too. Jason sat between Jake on his left and Jimmy on his right. Well, he thought, "it's as good a way as any other to arrange seating, and he figured it would cut down on cliques and rivalries and favoritism right from the start." After dinner everyone was instructed to head for their rooms. There were four boys per room. This time they were arranged alphabetically by last name, so that they were all rooming with different guys than they were having lunch with. This, too, seemed reasonable to Jason. All the boy's rooms were on one floor of the building, ranged along both sides of a long hallway. All evening everyone was introducing each other and seeing where everyone was from. It appeared that everyone was from somewhere different. Jason noticed that everyone was physically pretty much the same - about 5'8" to 6' tall, average looks, thin and white. There were no red heads. For a fleeting moment Jason thought they were chosen more for their looks than anything else. But he just as quickly dismissed it. It was about 10:30 at night and everyone was feeling pretty tired. Almost in unison everyone started to yawn. Mr. Lazarro and his assistant announced that in keeping with the Spartan atmosphere of the school all the boys were to sleep naked. There was a slight buzz about that. "In the morning you will all be issued uniforms for play and class and gym. But don't worry about that now, we'll handle that in the morning. But again, part of good learning is a near military attitude and we'll be instilling that starting tomorrow. It won't be stern or disciplinarian, but it will help you concentrate more on your studies than on ephemeral ideas and passions." All the students listened quietly as Mr. Lazarro finished and said, "goodnight boys, lights out in 15 minutes." All the boys, including Jason, headed for their beds. Jason noticed that the beds had hook like fixtures along the sides. One set in the front and one in the back. He couldn't figure out what they were for. He pointed them out to Matthew, one of his roommates. "They ain't anything," he said. "Go to bed guy." Jason had stripped down to his underwear and sat there waiting for the lights to go out before he stripped off his underwear to get into bed. Matthew did the same. Zach just stripped and stood there for a moment, showing off no doubt, and then plunged into bed. Tommy just stripped and crawled into bed. Everyone seemed especially tired. They mentioned it to each other, but everyone pretty much agreed that they had busy days with lots of new information and then they all drifted off to sleep. It was 11 o'clock. Mr. Lazarro knew that the boys would be in a deep sleep. So deep that they would not awake during the night. His assistants and he worked quickly. They lifted the boy slightly to get the cloth under their butts and pinned the front to the back around their waists. They put baby-like mittens and on each hand and tied them tightly around the wrists. Then they quickly pulled up rubber pants over the thick diaper cloth. Finally they locked the rubber pants with a lock around the backside of the waist to the strap that was slung under their crotch. In two teams they worked each side of the hall, from room to room. It took about 5 minutes per boy. There were four assistants to each team. So each room took 5 minutes. They started at 2am. There were eight rooms and they were completely finished by 3am. Then Mr. Lazarro locked the bathroom doors, and quietly locking the door to the hall. His assistants retired to their rooms, and he went to his, quietly thinking about the great thrill he would have in the morning dealing with his 28 diapered buddies regressed to toddler stage. Beginning about 8:30 the first boys started to stir. Mr. Lazarro was able to view them through the cameras that were mounted in the rooms and the halls. They rubbed their eyes. They yawned. They slung their legs over the side of the beds and stood up. And then they began to notice the other boys. Then they looked down at themselves. "What the fuck?" was the common phrase everyone was using. "What the hell is this?" Zach yelled. "Beats me," Matthew said, "but I'm not happy about it at all. They tried to take off the mittens and the rubber pants but it was no use. They couldn't get a handle on it. Not even with their teeth, and more than a few boys tried that. By 9 am the boys had begun to gingerly spill out into the hall, no one was sure that anyone else was done up like this. A boy named Mike in one of the rooms thought that perhaps some of the other guys had done this to them. But no, soon they realized that they were all dressed the same. All the mittens had little piggies on them, and all of the rubber pants were dark blue. As they all walked into the central hall Mr. Lazarro heard them talking about the need to go to the bathroom. "What are we going to do?" asked one boy name Bobby. Keith was beginning to hop around from the need to hold in his pee, "I can't hold this much longer, guys, what are we going to do?" He was nearly frantic. No one had an answer. Many of the guys began to walk around and jump around to try to stave off the inevitable. They all knew that they all had to take a piss, and most had to take a shit. That is just the physical working of the body. They guys were able to get hard-ons to hold it off a little, but Mr. Lazarro knew that that wasn't going to work for ever. >From one side of the hall, halfway down, a kid named Kevin began to say, "damn, damn, damn," over and over again, "I can't hold it, I can't hold it." He was jumping up and down now. Everyone was watching him and saying "hold it, hold it." Then a minute later it was too late for Kevin, as he began to pee and take a crap. "Oh my god," Kevin said, "damn, I don't fucking believe this!" He shouted. The other guys watched him and got silent. Those who were jumping and pacing began to void themselves after the rush hit them and they could hold back no longer. Matthew was one of the first to dump a big load. He felt the crap spread around his buttocks and the pee form a puddle in the front of his pants. Keith wasn't far behind. He just had to pee, he had taken a crap the night before. A guy named Steve started to scream, " oh oh oh oh, fuck, shit, damn, I'm going to hold it, damn, damn, damn," and then a final scream as his shit filled the back of his diaper and the pee flooded the front and dripped down under his balls. Brian let his load go next, just a huge pile of crap rushed out and the pee kept coming, Jason thought he was going to cry from the shame. Mr. Lazarro watched it all with a great thrill in his heart, knowing that he and his assistants were going to clean up all these boys and have fun with their dicks at the same time. Part of the process was to humiliate the boys and introduce them to sex. Jason finally let go of his load. He spread his legs a little to try to avoid contact, but the load formed a little pile between his ass cheeks, with the piss flow so heavily that it spread quickly under his bottom and helped to liquefy his load. By 10 am every single guy had filled his diapers and was walking around dejectedly with his diapers full and pressing against his bottom. Everyone was afraid to sit down, guessing that it would spread the load all over their butts. Mr. Lazarro knew that it was time to make his entrance. All the guys were consoling themselves trying to figure out what was going on. "Why would anyone want to do this to us?" was the common question. Mr. Lazarro unlocked the door and entered the hall. All the boys turned to look at him. "I guess you were quite surprised this morning." Some of the boy started yelling, "hey, what the fuck are you doing to us?" Mr. Lazarro blew a whistle, "part of what you will experience here at Swinton is a respect for authority, and a blind acceptance of your situation. You are here for the duration. Your parents are fully aware of your situation and approve of these methods." All the boys settled down and were quietly listening, though they were all glaring at Mr. Lazarro. "You will follow me downstairs to the dining room, where you will have breakfast. Then we will change your diapers. Yes, diapers. You will be in them 24 hours a day from now on. You will use them for their intended purposes. You will be changed only twice a day. Once after breakfast and once before bed. You will have to live with what ever mess you make in them through the day. They will be locked on to you at all times. If you try to take them off you will be subject to special punishment, do not take this threat lightly!" All of the boys were staring at him in tearful disbelief. Jason was stunned. "Now follow me." The boys followed him downstairs. The really tried to waddle so that their full diapers would have as much space as possible between their legs. They had to walk past the 10 assistants, who they were to find out were their teachers too. When they got to the dining room they were met with another surprise. There were 28 large highchairs. Each chair had a name on it. "Find your name and stand in front of your chair," Mr. Lazarro commanded. They sorted that out in 10 minutes. The assistants walked over to the first boy and picked him up and plopped him in the chair and lowered the tray over his head. This boy was named Bruce and you could almost hear Bruce's big messy load spread out under his butt and fill the crack of his ass and the pee wrap around his balls. Each boy realized that he was to face the same treatment. Each boy had his load dispersed all over through his diapers and each boy grimaced slightly at the feel and the smell. Keith and a few of the other guys who didn't take a crap were happy that they didn't have to take that crap. For they didn't have to sit in it at breakfast. But then Keith realized he would have to go later. If Mr. Lazarro was serious about changing just twice a day he might wind up sleeping with full load. That caused him concern. The assistants went down the line and took off the mittens. Then the cook rolled a cart along and placed a quart sized baby bottle on each highchair tray. The boys were told to drink up. In a stunned silence they all did. Then they were given cereal and milk. After breakfast two assistants went to the first boy and pulled him out of his highchair. They walked him over to large table that was rolled in front of the line of highchairs. It had a deep depression in the top. He was lifted up and placed on his back and the assistants began to unlock his rubber pants and pull them off. He was lying there like a little toddler boy. "Lift your legs," he was commanded. He did so and the diaper was unpinned. The assistants took some baby wipes and washed his butt and between his legs. They did so slowly and deliberately. They rubbed his balls and they washed his penis between their fingers. They slid their hands between his crack and pushed a finger gently into his butthole. The whole time the boy just laid there. But all the attention could not stop the inevitable. He began to get a hard on. The other boys were wide eyed as they watched this. Like most teenagers he was able to shoot his load in just a few minutes. They boys watched in utter amazement as their buddy shot his load across his belly. Then the assistants washed up the sperm. Quickly they put another diaper on him and pulled up a pair of plastic pants over them. "Go stand over there in the corner and look this way. They took each boy in turn and did the same thing. Each boy shot his load just nearly as fast as the others. And each boy was put into plastic pants. Mr. Lazarro said, "follow me," when they were all done. And he led them off to a classroom. Their mittens were not put back on. After going into what looked like a regular classroom they were seated and the day's first lesson in Mathematics was started. The rest of the day proceed just like this, class after class of regular academics. Mr. Lazarro was very pleased that the day had gone ok. Keith had been changed too, but he didn't have a full load in his diapers. If the headmaster was telling the truth he wouldn't be changed again until late that night. He knew that sometime in midmorning he would have to take a dump. And this scared him. He decided to work real hard at holding it today. But he never took the next step and thought about tomorrow. He was able to spend the day in dry diapers until almost 4 o'clock that afternoon. By then he ad to pee pretty bad. He was sitting class when the feeling came. He stood up, but the teacher sternly told him to sit down. He did. He was just sitting there squirming until the teacher came over and stood over him. "Will you stop that Mr. Johnson," while reaching down and holding his legs still. As soon as he did that Keith peed and filled his diapers. For dinner time there were again placed in high chairs. They were fed mashed foods. Several of the guys had messy diapers again. You could tell which ones since they squirmed when they sat down. Jason didn't think any guy, including himself hadn't peed all over himself. Everyone had that sort of full look to his pants. They were all changed at 10 o'clock and sent to bed. Each was made to wear the mittens to bed. In the morning they pretty much went through the same situation as the day before. Guys tried to fight the feeling but eventually couldn't stop it. And sure enough 25 of the 28 guys had filled his diapers with poo and pee. Mr. Lazarro and the other assistants were having a blast. The three boys who held out yesterday from taking a shit held out through the morning too. But they still hadn't figured out the ultimate outcome. Once again everyone was changed right after breakfast. The rest of the day was filled with classes. Gym class was especially weird for everyone because they played volleyball in their diapers, running around a little stiffly because of the thick padding of the diapers, but they managed. Sometime right after lunch Keith began to get the most awful feeling in his gut. He realized he would have to go to the bathroom. The physical feelings began to intensify. He began to realize that not doing it yesterday meant a bigger load today. "uh oh" he grasped. As he was running around the volleyball court it was getting stronger and stronger. His team came to a point break and timeout. They moved over to the side. It came to Keith in a blinding flash, not only was he going to take one of the biggest craps in his life, but he was going to wallow in it until 10 o'clock that night. "Shit," he thought to himself, probably not realizing the irony of what just passed through his mind. "Hey what's the best way to handle this problem," he asked Jason. "What problem," Jason said. "I'm about to fill these diapers with two days of crap." "I guess you should squat down a bit like you're on a toilet and let it go man. This way it will move to the back and bottom of the diaper," Jason explained. "It won't get mushed up in your butt that much that way." With that Keith couldn't go any further. He squatted down and started to feel the warm ooze fill his diaper. Big logs of crap came out and settle in his bottom. But it was so much that he could barely move with out it squishing all over. He almost was scared when he had a brief flash that it was a nice feeling. And with that he got anther major flash. If they tried they could organize a take over of the school and punish Lazarro and the assistants. He confided his idea with Jason right away. Jason said, "be quiet about that, let me think about it, and you think about it and let's compare notes on how we can get out of this situation. At dinner the assistants got a real kick out of Keith's situation. His diapers were the fullest they ever saw them. They got a particular thrill in dropping him on his butt. Probably everyone in the room heard the big load squish around.