Sugarplum 8

Chapter 1
Losing Control

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Chapter Description: Vern's body begins to lose control, and Carries next attempt to embarrass Vern succeeds

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Sugarplum 8

Losing Control

“Well that was interesting, my little Sugarplum” Carrie was saying. She picked up Vern high enough to be eye level and rubbed her nose against his playfully. Vern twisted, trying to avoid it. “How do you think her mother will take it? She didn’t look happy.”

“I doubt that it went well.” Vern admitted. “It sucks. Because this is something that me and Jill like to do together. Jill would be devastated if she wasn?t allowed anymore.” Vern then seemed to realize that he was actually being held in the air like an infant by his armpits, his legs dangling in the air. He looked down.

Maybe it was just some kind of little girl instinct but it seemed like a long way down from where he was hanging. “Can you put me down now Carrie?” he asked.

“I told you Veronica,” Carrie said, lowering Vern down to the floor and reclosing the snaps in the crotch of his onesie, “I told you to call me mommy from now on.” Her tone was stern, even threatening, and Vern caught this.

Vern winced, forced to accept the reality that there was no getting around it. He looked up at Carrie?s towering figure and smiled. “Thanks for buying this stuff for us mommy.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Carrie said. “It’s a weird thing to want to do, but you and your friend ought to have common interests.”

Vern turned away and walked to his room, and Carrie took an extra bit of time to look at Vern’s diapers, which were very babyishly shifting from side to side under the onesie. Carrie smiled to herself. She knew that with the snap of her fingers she could double the thickness of the diapers to the point of making Vern waddle, and then crawl, unable to walk upright with such thick diapers between his little legs. But she would save that for later.

Vern closed the door of his room and grabbed a few teddy bears from his bed and started to play with them as he sat on his knees on the floor. He pretended that the pink teddy was himself and the red teddy bear was Jill, and they were going on adventures and growing up together.

He was just about to pretend to feed his teddy bears an empty baby bottle when he felt a strange sensation in his stomach.

Before he knew what was happening, he felt his insides loose all strength and the front of his diaper began to feel very warm.

He gasped, fell back onto his behind, and looked down at his body. He tried to stop using his diaper, he tried to tighten his muscles and strain against the sensations, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop his body from letting go. He whimpered and looked around the room, as if a solution to his problem would appear out of nowhere, but obviously nothing did. In desperation and not knowing what else to do, he shot his thumb into his mouth and he sucked rapidly, trying to assuage the embarrassing feeling of actually needing his diapers. As if there was a little voice in his head was speaking to him, the feeling of sucking his thumb comforted him, though not enough to stop his embarrassment from overtaking him.

He sat there on his bottom, legs outstretched in front of him, beginning to cry as he felt the warmth of his pee fill his entire diaper. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he felt his body run out of fluids, and he slowly pulled his thumb from his mouth and thought about what happened.

Visions of what happened in the classroom three weeks prior danced across his mind.

But then Vern stopped for a moment. He thought about his situation. This time he hadn’t expected it, just like in school, but he was wearing diapers, and he wasn’t standing in a classroom full of first-graders staring at a dark stain in his jeans growing larger and larger.

He was alone. He was in his room. He was wearing fluffy diapers and plastic panties, and he touched his diaper area and found that he hadn’t leaked at all. So was it really that bad? He hadn?t gotten used to having a girl?s hardware, let alone peeing with it, but now that he was alone in his room in his warm wet diaper.

Vern leaned to one side and felt the diaper squish against his body. It was very warm, and Vern hated to admit it, but it actually felt kind of nice. He squished around a few more times and started to giggle slightly. But after a while his diaper became cold and he didn’t like the feeling. He stood up as best he could and made his way over to the package of diapers in the corner of the room. He grabbed a fresh diaper, undid the snaps in his onesie and slid the plastic panties off himself.

Then he undid the tapes of his soggy diaper and unfolded the fresh diaper.

But then it felt as though his mind went fuzzy. He looked at the diaper and his mind went blank. What did he do next? To him it seemed like solving a 16-to-a-side Rubik’s cube. He started to whimper. His wet naked body was getting cold. His whimpers became louder. He HAD to know how to change a diaper. But it seemed to be more difficult to change your own diaper. His whimpers turned into cries, and before long, Carrie?s voice was heard outside his bedroom door.

“Sugarplum! Are you crying in there?” she asked before opening the door to see Vern sitting in an open onesie with plastic panties and a used diaper a few feet from him. He was wiping his eyes of tears with the hand that wasn?t holding a fresh diaper. “Aww Veronica. What happened sweetie?”

“I was playing with my teddy bears,” Vern explained through sobs, “and then I started to pee my diapers and I couldn’t stop and then I tried to change my diaper but I forgot how and then I got really cold. Why can’t I remember how to change a diaper? I?ve done it a million times!”

By this time, Carrie had laid Vern on his back and gotten the baby wipes and powder from the bag. “Aww Veronica I did that. I told you that you should get used to these diapers. You won’t be able to control yourself anymore. Legs up, Sugarplum. As for not remembering how to change a diaper, you simply can’t change your own diaper. That way, you have to be changed by someone else. Don’t give me that look!” she said in response to Vern’s mutinous glare, “Here, suck on this.” and she popped a pacifier into Vern’s mouth which he eagerly began to suck. “And besides, I see you didn?t even remember to take out the baby power or the wipes. If you had changed your diaper you would have gotten a rash the next time you used it.” She smiled a motherly smile as she stretched the tape of the diaper and put it in place, containing Vern snuggly in a fresh diaper.

“Now come on Veronica, you have a big day ahead of you.” Carrie finished, picking up Vern and carrying him out of the room.

Vern twisted his bonneted head around. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see.” said Carrie, and a dangerously smug was etched on her face as she carried Vern to the car. She opened the back door and Vern saw that there was a large baby’s car seat in the back which was not there earlier. He was soon buckled into the car seat and they were off driving, Vern’s loud questions and cries of protest not settling between Carrie’s ears.

They drove on and on into town until Carrie parked the car outside of the community building where community plays and Monday night Bingo were held. Carrie unbuckled Vern from the car seat and walked him to the community hall?s front doors where a sign reading “Lil? Beauties Beauty Pageant! Today at 3pm“ read in bold letters.

Vern only got one glance at the poster before Carrie dragged him inside.

“Why are we here?” Vern asked.

Carrie smiled as she led Vern by the hand through the dark Backstage areas of the hall. “Your show begins in 10 minutes. We need to get you dressed and ready for your performance.”

“Performance?! What performance?!?!” Vern squeaked. “I’m not doing any performance!!” he tried to pull his hand out of Carrie’s grasp, but his little girl muscles were too feeble to escape Carrie’s motherly grip.

“Oh yes you are. I signed you up last week. Now you will go out there and perform for the nice crowd or mommy will spank your little tushie.” She led him to the backstage wing of the community hall’s stage where mothers were busy applying make-up to their daughters, all of whom were between 6 and 10 years old. They continued walking until Carrie found the backstage bathroom. After knocking to make sure it was unoccupied, Carrie opened the door, led Vern inside and locked the door behind him.

“Just what do you expect me to perform?” Vern asked bitterly.

“A little ballet number.” Carrie said as if Vern should have known this fact.

Vern’s heart sank. “BALLET?!” he screamed. “I WILL DO NO SUCH THING! Besides... I’ve never taken a ballet lesson in my life and I do not intend to. You cannot make me.” He crossed his arms and pouted, marking what he wished to be the end of the argument.

“Oh can’t I?” sneered Carrie. She reached under his pink bonnet and plucked a hair from his head, making him jump. Then she stepped back from him a few feet and reached into a side pocket of her jacket.

“What are you--” but Vern never got to finish the sentence. Carrie whispered indistinct words and threw a handful of some kind of dust from he pocket at Vern’s feet and he was instantly coughing as a cloud of smoke rose up around him completely blurring his vision.

Then Vern felt his Onesie give a quiver and then tighten. The buttons in the crotch of the onesie vanished, turning the onesie into a leotard. He felt the rubber pants disappear with a POP! as his bonnet quivered and became a tiara. His socks stretched themselves up his legs and slipped under the leotard, forming tights, and he felt soft shoes wrap themselves around his feet, from where he did not know. Then finally he felt his waistline flutter as a fluffy white tutu spring into being with a sound similar a pocket of air hitting a large amount of cotton.

The dust cleared and Vern looked down at himself and his new clothes. With eyes widening in shock he touched the tutu to see if it was real or if this was some horrifying nightmare. It was real, and he pulled it up to look at his diaper. It was very clearly visible beneath his tight, white leotard. Also, it seemed to have inflated slightly, looking rather like a thin pillow decorated with baby designs.

He gave a terrified shudder as Carrie said, “Now that’s more like it. Now you’re almost about to be called on stage. Let’s get you out in the wings.”

Speechless and afraid, Vern was dragged out of the bathroom where other little girls were waiting, some in ballet outfits as well.

After what seemed like an unnaturally short amount of time, Vern heard a woman over the microphone in the community hall. “That was Rachel Honeska performing the song ?Apples and Bananas’. Up next if a very talented young girl named Veronica Valentine and she will be performing a dance number she has created for this occasion.” and as he was shushed out onto the stage behind the large red curtain, he heard horribly loud applause from people sitting and waiting in what sounded like a massive group gathering.

He was standing there waiting for the curtain to open, wanting to run away and hide, but his feet wouldn’t obey his mind. He didn’t know what to do. He had never danced ballet in his life. Then the curtain was pulled back by a woman in the left wing and white lights fell on Vern. There seemed to be an ocean of people before him, staring at him. Then music started to play, and Vern’s body started to move without his permission. He was soon doing an array of different ballet moves. Pirouettes and saubresauts took control of him. He was completely helpless to stop and his eyes started to tear. He did a ballet spin against his will and he saw for a brief moment Carrie standing in the wings holding a small doll, moving along with him... or rather... for him.

Tears began to fall from his eyes as he realized Carrie was in complete control of him by means of the voodoo doll. He tried to sob, but even his face was stuck in one position as though cemented into one expression.

Finally he heard the music die down and he felt the feeling come back to his body as he stood there in his final pose. Claps rose from the audience, but he began to hear snickering and slight jeering from the youngest people in the audience. He soon found out why.

He looked down at himself and remembered that his diaper had been visible to the audience the entire time. And as if that weren’t bad enough, a yellow spot was growing on its front. He felt his body letting go, but just as before, couldn’t stop. The curtain closed horrifyingly slowly allowing the audience to see his diaper become saturated and then eventually leak down the leg of his tights. And just before the curtain had closed completely, he saw a very familiar face jeering at him from the third row.

Tom.

He had cried for the entire way home. Carrie explained to him that all he needed was a strand of his hair for the voodoo doll to work, and that she would turn his clothes back into baby clothes when they got home. Until then he could sit there in the car seat wearing a soggy diaper and a ballerina outfit.

None of Carrie’s words seemed to hit home. His mind was filling with the image of Tom laughing at him from the audience, and it played in his mind as if stuck on repeat. He would be teased until the sun burned out about this.

He was still crying when Carrie led him into the house and snapped her fingers. His clothes instantly popped back into being his normal pink onesie and bonnet. His tights unstretched themselves until they became socks again. Carrie picked him up and carried him to his room, where she laid him on the bed and proceeded to change his now-cold diaper. Vern continued to cry as she finished, re-snapped the onesie’s crotch snaps, and left the room smiling happily to herself.

Vern’s tears dripped down his face as he crawled to the head of his bed, pulled back the Disney Princess comforter, and snuggled inside. He tried to relax himself in the only way he knew how: popping his thumb into his mouth and sucking it. But nothing could stop his crying.

Pure and utter humiliation welled up inside him once again as he slipped into a dream. He was sitting on his behind under a spotlight. He was much smaller, and more pudgy. An actual baby. He was sucking his thumb and tears dripped down his face as he looked up and saw nearly twenty Tom’s towering around him looking down and pointing. Many of them were laughing. Some were shouting in mock-baby voices “little pissy baby”. Then a rent formed in the circle of Toms and Carrie appeared in the open space, more beautiful and yet more terrifying than Vern had ever seen her. She produced a pacifier as long and big as a tennis ball container and stuck it impossibly into Vern’s mouth where it didn’t provide any comfort.

Vern awoke two hours later and his thumb was white and pruned from being sucked on for so long. His mind raced with the memory of his dream and he feared what kind of torment he would endure from Tom and his fellow classmates tomorrow in school.

He rolled onto his other side, and felt that his diaper was once again wet and cold against his skin beneath his onesie.

He didn’t even bother to call to Carrie to get it changed.

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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