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 New York for a very important business meeting, and Mom's aunt just died in Philadelphia, she had to go to the funeral. Since there was no way either one could get out of their trips, they decided Halie and I could stay home alone. Halie had earned their trust back. They told her about how they had been checking on her and the girls closely and knew that she hadn't snuck out or thrown any parties at all. Halie looked the happiest I'd seen her in a while.

 

"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.