Sugarplum 6

Chapter 1
Carrie's Second Attempt

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Chapter Description: Carrie tries again to humiliate Vern, and succeeds, with harsher consequences

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Sugarplum 5

Carrie’s Second Attempt

Carrie had never been so confused.

Wasn’t wetting the bed one of the most embarrassing things to experience in anyone’s life? Wasn’t it a downright painful thing to admit to anyone, let alone a friend? But Vern had been crying his eyes out the morning that it had happened, so he must have been mortified. That could only mean that Jill didn’t mind. But why? Anyone would be disgusted by a friend who wet the bed. Nobody wanted to be seen as the friend of someone who was a baby and couldn’t control themselves.

Maybe she was approaching this from the wrong angle. She didn’t want to change Jill with magic at all. To her that just felt low. After all, Jill was a kind-hearted little girl. She didn’t have anything to do with Vern cheating on her, that was clear enough. And that was one of the rules of being a witch. She wasn’t supposed to change third party people. That’s why it was so difficult to change the memories of the people during the Salem Witch Trials. Her superiors gave her quite a talking to after that incident.

She sat in the chair in her bedroom. Vern and Jill were in the living room coloring again.

So Jill was out of the picture. The way Jill saw Vern was her own business.

But there didn’t seem any way to get to Vern. She could tell that Vern was enjoying the punishment given to him. He was having too much of a good time as a little girl. Hell, Carrie had put him back in diapers and Vern found it enjoyable. If she erased his memory and told him that his name was Veronica and that he was friends with Jill, he would believe it, and therefore it wouldn?t be a punishment.

She would have to figure it out as she went along. She would have to play along with Vern’s little game. As for now, she was completely clueless.

“So Jill, what do we do now that we made the Diaper Dolls?” asked Vern curiously.

“I dunno,” said Jill, looking up from her coloring book. “We could do baby stuff. That would be funny.”

“I guess. It would look cute with the pigtails and stuff.” Vern tugged slightly at his left pigtail hanging down over his face. “What about school. If people found out, that would be embarrassing.”

Jill stopped for a few seconds. “Yeah. You’re right. I guess we could just be the Pigtail Club in school.” To this, Vern nodded in agreement. Though he was enjoying himself with the training diaper wrapped around him, he admitted that it would be dreadfully embarrassing for anyone to find out that he needed diapers.

Why was he even still wearing it? If he was honest with himself, he was only still wearing it because Jill put one on as well to make him feel better. After that moment, he really only had it on because he was too lazy to take it off.

Carrie was quietly passing the living room at that moment, and she looked into the room for a moment to look at the two girls. Vern was laying on his stomach, facing away from Carrie, and his legs, bent at the knee, were stuck up into the air, his feet rocking back and forth happily. His little girl’s behind was wrapped in the training diaper, which was barely concealed under his pajama shirt. And though Carrie couldn’t see it, there was a training diaper on Jill’s body as well, because Jill also was laying on her stomach, facing Vern, and her legs were up in the air and bent at the knee like Vern’s. She wasn’t wearing pant’s either. Both girls had pigtails, bobbing up and down and back and forth as their arms scratched crayons into coloring books.

“So we wear pigtails in school every day now?” Carrie heard Vern saying, and her mind snapped quickly into a plan. A plan which would have no way of doing anything other than utterly humiliating Vern. She proceeded down the hall, her mind whirring with the idea which had formulated in her head.

The next day in school Vern was, once again, shining brightly in math and English much to the distaste of his classmates. Carrie had put Vern’s hair into pigtails upon his very shy and gritted request, and Carrie asked whether or not Vern intended on wearing a diaper to school. This question both alarmed and embarrassed Vern. He had hoped that Carrie wasn’t planning anything fishy, and he decided with much hope that she was just mocking him for liking the training diapers. Still, he couldn’t help but seeing the slightest trace of a wicked smirk etched on Carrie?s face.

But nothing had happened. Math and English came last in the class’s time schedule, and Vern felt satisfied that nothing was going to happen.

But as he began on the last group of questions on the math worksheet which had been passed out to the class by Mrs. Rose, Vern felt a slight shifting in his stomach. He passed it off as his stomach rumbling with satisfaction at the large lunch he had eaten that day.

Then his stomach lurched a little again, harder than it had before, and Vern actually stopped writing for a second. The rumbling wasn’t in his stomach.

It was down lower. Down between his legs.

Before he knew what was happening, Vern felt something which made his heart stop with primal fear.

He looked down slowly and saw that a dark spot had formed between his legs, growing with rapid fury. The feeling of warm urine coated his crotch and between his legs and Vern gasped in terror.

“MRS. ROSE?!” he said loudly, not bothering to wait for her to call him, though he raised his hand. He had stood up and walked toward the door as he spoke, his body turned slightly to hide his legs from the class, “I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATH--” and he stopped short.

Miles away, Carrie’s fingers snapped, and her smile broadened

He felt something else happen beneath his quickly moistening pants. It was as though his panties has inflated, becoming more cushioned. Though his body still refused to stop, the wet spot in his jeans halted slightly and the liquid flowing out of his body was now being caught and sustained in the fluffy training diaper that was now beneath his jeans. He looked down and saw that his pants were bulging out where the training diaper was, and he didn’t bother to finish his sentence before bursting into tears and running out of the room, waddling slightly as the training diaper grew with absorption.

Everyone in the class had seen, and people were beginning to whisper and a few began to laugh quietly.

“Silence!” yelled Mrs. Rose. Her voice was unusually stern, laced with echoes of anger at the students’ terrible rudeness, “Miss Bradley,” she said, addressing Jill, “go follow Veronica to the bathroom. Class... remain silent. If I here one word out of any of you, you will get triple homework for the rest of the school, year.”

Jill swung the door to the bathroom open and followed the sound of a little girl’s humiliated sobs until she found Vern sitting in the corner. Jill walked slowly to Vern, his knees bent toward his body, his face pressed into them, his hands clasped together around his legs.

“Veronica?” Jill said quietly and Vern stirred. He hadn’t heard her enter. “Veronica.”

“St-stop,” Vern spluttered through miserable tears, “I d-don’t wanna t-talk.”

Jill walked closer and sat down next to Vern against the wall. Vern’s legs were being pushed apart by the bulging training diaper.

“I didn’t know you were gonna wear a diaper today.” Jill said with a smile. “I would have worn one with you.”

“I didn’t.” Vern said before he could stop himself.

Jill did a double-take. “What?”

Vern’s mind snapped back into the situation. “I didn’t w-want to. Carrie said I sh-should just in c-case. And now everyone?s g-gonna make f-fun of me.” and he sniffed back tears.

“Mrs. Rose is really angry. Some people started to laugh. But Mrs. Rose won’t let them make fun of you. And I won’t either.”

Vern looked up through tears at Jill’s pretty face. “R-really? You don?t think I?m just a b-baby?”

“You’re a Diaper Doll,” said Jill with a smile, “Me too. I’m a Diaper Doll. We said we were gonna be babies anyway. Who cares?”

Vern leaned over and hugged Jill so quickly and tightly that Jill didn’t have time to brace herself. Jill seemed to have a way of making Vern feel alright, even when he should be feeling horrible. Jill returned the hug and helped Vern onto his feet. “Come on. Take off your pants. You can dry them under the drier thingy. I’ll make sure nobody comes in.”

So Vern took off his pants and pressed the wall-drier’s button. After a little while, the wet spot went away as much as it could. Jill stood by the bathroom door the whole time and stopped two girls from entering while Vern stood there at the drier in a bulging training diaper.

The classroom door opened again as Jill led Vern back inside. Vern didn’t look up at anyone, but walked to his desk with his head sunken low. He heard whispers from all around him as people saw him waddle a little, his bulging training diaper clearly evident under his jeans.

Then Mrs. Rose spoke to the class, her eyes flickering more than once at Vern. “OK class, pass up your worksheets and prepare to pack up your things.”

Papers shuffled as they passed from desk to desk towards Mrs. Rose. Some people felt the need to whisper quietly during the momentary noise mufflings. Then the class got up and walked over to their respected cubby holes for their book bags. People killed their whispers as they got close to Vern, but Tom, the boy who had given Vern and Jill trouble on the bus in the beginning of the year, leaned closer to Vern when he said, “I wonder if the baby got any questions wrong this time...”

As if looking down the wrong end of a telescope, Vern looked at Tom and saw nothing but his smirking satisfied smile as his insult. And then Vern pounced on top of him, knocking him to the ground, and Vern punched every part of Tom he could, as fast and as hard as he could. Tom was starting to cry, Jill was cheering Vern on, the class had burst out into a tumult of speech, and Mrs. Rose had started to shout over everything, but Vern couldn’t hear anything but his own breath and blood pounding an ever-increasing war rhythm against his eardrums. And then he felt his body lifted off of Tom by the waist, and for a split second he hoped that his training diaper didn’t leak. But he didn’t care anymore. Mrs. Rose was saying something about Vern having to stop, and somewhere miles away Jill was explaining that Tom called Vern a baby.

Before Mrs. Rose could pursue the matter any further, the bell had rung and Vern quickly grabbed his pink backpack and ran from the classroom.

“That was so cool!” Jill was saying with a wide smile. “You beat him up so bad!”

“I don’t care if I get in trouble. What he said was just mean.”

“But it was so cool!” Jill went on.

Some kids had noticed Vern’s bugled pants when the school waited for the busses to start letting on students, and a few people from Vern’s class were on his bus, and they didn’t mention it at all, fearing that Vern would hear them from the front of the bus and attack them.

The blood pressure in his head was dying away and Jill went on and on about how cool Vern fight was.

And Tom wasn’t on the bus ride home.

To Be Continued

(Still yet more to come soon. Leave one or multiple comments. I love reading them.)

(these stories are inspired by the short story Sugarplum written by filthymind at the ARArchive)

 

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