The Curse of Middleton High

Chapter 1
The Bully

Chapter Description: Brad is a rough and tumble punk, looking to snatch some cash from some unlucky nerd. How unlucky a nerd indeed...

  On a spring morning, a school day like any other, Brad was busy getting ready for the day. Not getting dressed or eating breakfast, no. Brad was waiting to have breakfast until after his trap was sprung. As he stood around the corner of the high school’s walls, he heard the footsteps of a particular student. One he was quite familiar with.

  “It’s almost too easy...” Brad was struggling not to laugh as the footsteps got louder, until he could see a shadow start to form on the floor.

  3...2...1...

  BAM!!!

  Pens, pencils, and books flew everywhere as the lithe bookworm’s bag was tossed into the air. Caught mid-arc by the perpetrator of this crash, Brad opened the latch and started to rummage through the backpack for his spoils.

  “You really need to get better reflexes, Thompson! You keep bumping into me in the halls and I’m sure these convenience fees are racking up. I’m happy to help, but for your sake I think you might want to get some new glasses...” Brad goaded while digging through the items inside, tossing plenty of things out of it as he searched deeper.

  “Huh? What’s this?” He said as he pulled some loose papers with strange markings and symbols, “what’s this, some props for your nerd games? These the spells your elf wizard has memorized?” Brad held a handful of them above the embarrassed boy, tearing one of them in half.

  “Whoops, you just lost your-AAGH, fuck! Papercut! Goddamn that hurts!!!” Brad shouted, clutching his hand. The jolt that hit his palm as he tore the paper hurt more than it should have for just paper, and didn’t feel right. Looking over his hand showed no wound, no blood, no proof.

  “Whatever dork magic you’re putting in this paper needs to learn it’s place, nerd” Brad sneered as he threw the bag to the ground in front of the shocked teen. Brad was about to walk away, but he saw something plastic flop slightly out of the bag. Thinking it was his wallet, he snatched it from the ground in a swift movement, holding it well before he knew what he had in his hands.

  White crinkly plastic rectangle, with a blue and yellow line down the center. Folded in on itself a bit, flopping around in his hand. “Is this a fucking diaper?!” Brad threw it back to the bag in disgust, pulling the other student up by the shirt collar.

  “You start pissing the bed recently? Get too scared at night to make it to the potty without your night light? Oh, this is almost too rich for words. You better pay up now before I start spreading the good news, diaper dork!” Brad got to work extorting his newest victim. All they did was sniff and pull a wallet out of their pocket. They started to pull out a bill before Brad snatched the wallet and bill out of their hands.

  “Pleasure doing business with you, Thompson! See you in 3rd hour!” He called behind him, thumbing through his earnings. He heard some mumbling a he didn’t care to listen to as he walked away.

  ——————-

  Brad’s hookup was in the bathrooms, as usual. He was just in there for a couple cigarettes, he didn’t care about the other business happening in there. In, hand over the money, out with a lit stick already in his mouth. Nobody in the halls cared, they either didn’t care or were too scared of him to try to stop him as he smoked all the way to science. He loudly pulled the door open and slammed it behind him, drawing everyone’s attention to his fashionable lateness.

  “Mr. Shell, you’re late to class again, I see” a man in his late thirties said, already annoyed by the brash intruder. “And already smoking. Wonderful. Take your seat, I’ll right you up in a moment” he said defeatedly as Brad was already en route to his seat in the middle-back of the room. Or rather, what would be his seat. His latest victim was still sitting in it, he seemed to be carving something into the desk and didn’t notice Brad’s approach. He walked close, waited a second, then pulled him up by his hair.

  “Out of my seat, nerd”

  “Owe-Ow! B-Brad, wait! L-let me finish the c-circle! If you don’t, it wi-“

  “Didn’t ask, don’t care, get out of my seat!” Brad gave him a good shove to the front row, tumbling into other students before reaching the open desk. Brad quickly stopped paying attention to the scene before him, instead leaning back and losing himself in thought with the cigarette in hand. His other hand brushed to top of the desk, feeling a spot where the last occupant had been carving the symbol. Felt like the same one from before. “Just what was that dorkass on about? Was he thinking he’s some fucking wizard or something? Maybe those diapers have him tricked into thinking he can play pretend!” He chuckled to himself, holding the sucker in his mouth still so he could crunch the remaining candy off the stick. He felt around for the wrapper, and instead found the other handful of suckers he had in his pocket. He must have gotten them earlier, he rationalized as he unwrapped another one to pop in his mouth.

  “Mr. Shell” the teacher’s low growl almost startled Brad out of his seat. “Did you bring enough of that candy to share with the class?” He asked with a hint of sarcasm.

  “I dunno , lemme check...” he said around the sucker already in his mouth as he fished through his pocket. Some students started giggling as the teacher sighed, as just continued his lesson.

  “Back to the topic at hand, cellular regeneration is a common occurrence within the body, though at a slower rate than would be flashy or desirable for some. It’s rare to see an animal that can undergo rapid cellular regeneration, and it’s usually very specific. While some species of jellyfish are capable of.....” Brad could feel himself drifting off to sleep, the sucker in his mouth moving in slow rhythm while the teacher droned on...

  He struggled to stay awake, his head bobbing as he fought his eyelids. After a few moments, the pacifier bopping softly in his mouth pushed him over the edge as he fell deeply asleep.

    ——————

  “Braddy~ Braaaddy~ Wake up, Braddy~!” A feminine voice called to him from his slumber. His eyes opened to see a fellow student he couldn’t recall the name of. Some part of him recognized her though.

  “3rd hour just ended, so just one more class and then it’s your favorite: Lunchtime!” She said while making exaggerated movements at Brad while he was still waking up. Her voice was sugary saccharine, without a hit of malice towards the boy.

  “But before that, we have to get to fourth hour! So come on, let’s get up and get moving!” She put her hands under Brad’s armpits, lifting him above the side bar on the desk and standing him in front of her, leaving Brad barely at eye level with her modest breasts. That is, until she crouched down and pulled his waistband forward.

  “Now let’s see if you stayed clean during your little nap!” She said while peeking down the front of Brad’s shorts, which he now noticed were a bit thick and a little damp.

  “W-wet...” he almost struggled to say in a voice higher than he remembered, his mind still foggy from sleep, his hand clutching a soft blanket he was now aware he was holding.

  “Yeah, and I don’t think that’s all based on what I’m smelling. Let’s fix that!” She said, clapping her hands as she grasped one of Brad’s hands and started leading him down the hall. These halls had been familiar to Brad earlier. As they should be, he’d been prowling them for... three, four years? How long had he been going to school?

  How old was he?

  “Alright, we’re here!” The woman said to her sleepy charge, as she motioned to the female bathroom door before them. She led Brad inside by the hand, and a few classmates inside seemed to recognize one or both of them.

  “Hey Danny”

  “Hiii, Brad~!”

  “Hey Penny, hey Jen. Can you say hi , Brad?” She said, shaking the young boy clutching her arm.

  “H-hi” Brad was struck with a strong fear at the sight of these two girls who were as large as the first, leaving him feeling very small.

  “Awww, someone’s feeling shy today!”

  “Speaking of today, how’s he been?”

  “He’s been well behaved so far, we had a little moment at the beginning of 3rd hour but he fell asleep right after so he must have just been tired. We’re here for his post nap change before 4th hour, since I know he won’t sit still in those pants” she teasingly poked his butt as she knelt down and pulled his shorts down, revealing Brad’s dirtied pull-up with no hesitation. Brad instinctively shot his hands down to try and save face, but this led to mutual coos and fawning over his current state.

  “He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed! Maybe he should go without pants?”

  “I wouldn’t do that, that pull-up seems like it’s close to its limit”

  “Now now, Braddy. I do this all the time, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Don’t you want to be clean?” The girl said, having pulled a new pull-up from her school bag.

  Brad felt his padding squish between his legs. And moved his hands to his face to hide his blush as the girl got to work tearing the pull-up off of his waist. As she was wiping him before giving him the new one to step in, she reminded him, “Now Braddy, what do you do when you feel like you have to go potty?” 

  Brad was worried by the fact he had to take a second and think “...find potty...” his voice was still high pitched and hard to find, but he managed to speak.

  “I was going to say tell me and I’ll bring you, but if you can find one and pull your pants down by yourself then yeah!” Brad felt good getting her approval. A little too good. After holding the new underwear for him to step into, she put him back into the elastic shorts he was wearing pre-change. Danny deposited the dirty pull-up in the trash before washing her hands.

  “Can one of you guys pick him up? He’s still a little sleepy and I don’t want him to trip or get lost” It was practically a race. A race which Penny easily won, lunging at the chance to carry Brad through the halls. “Aww, no fair!” Jen complained, “I never get to carry him!”

  “Not my fault he likes me more. I mean, look at him” she said, cradling the young boy in her arms with one arm cupping his bottom while he lazily blinked and snuggled up to Penny’s chest. “I’m second to Danny in his eyes though, so I don’t get unrestricted access to the tyke either” 

  “Be glad, that means you two don’t have to check or change him nearly as much!” Danny said as she led them all to 4th period. Brad was having trouble keeping his eyes open before they even left the bathroom. He nestled further into Penny’s chest, his face accidentally colliding with her breast as he felt himself salivate before drifting back to sleep.

      ——————

   Brad slowly started to sense things again as he woke. A soft mound in his mouth that felt like his pacifier. Warm milk running down his young from that mound. Two arms holding him, his bare skin supported by big strong arms. Was he...?

  He sleepily opened his eyes to see Danny cradling him, with a bottle in his mouth. Some part of his was disappointed, but the milk and warm embrace had him forgetful to all other feelings.

 “...Such a sleepy baby. We might not even have time for food today!” His eyes opened to see a much larger Danny than before, easily three times his size, sitting in the school lunchroom. She was looking off to the side at someone when she noticed him stirring.

  “Oh, speak of the devil, look who’s awwaaake~! Rise and shine, cutie! It’s lunchtime!” Danny said in that sweet tone of hers. It put Brad at ease, comforted him more than he knew.  She lifted him up by his armpits and lifted him up high. He kicked his feet as he swung his feet in the air before his feet hit plastic, as did his padded bottom shortly after as he was now sitting in what seemed to be a big chair. Danny pushed the plastic tray towards him and it clicked in place with about an inch between it and his gut. He absentmindedly slapped his hands on the plastic tray in front of him.

  “Yep, I bet you’re hungry. They’re getting your food now, so you just focus on being cute!” She said, poking him in his exposed stomach before starting to tickle. He was restrained at the waist with no way to move, powerless to avoid her tickles and launching into a fit of high pitched giggles before Danny stopped and said something to another person outside of his view. Brad looked past her for a second and saw many other students sitting in front of similar looking chairs. But those chairs had babies in them, and he wasn’t a baby. 

  “Who’s ready for chicken nuggies?” Danny asked as she put a plastic tray of cut chicken nuggets on the high chair in front of Brad, immediately pulling the young child out of his thought process and exciting him immediately. He reached for one and recoiled upon feeling the heat of the sliced nugget.

  “Yeah, they’re still a little hot. How about I help you cool them off?” She said as she took a plastic fork and plunged it into a nugget, before lifting it up and blowing on it. Brad could see the steam around it moving and tried to join in, breathing as hard as his little lungs could on the nugget. Danny moved the food as if Brad were pushing it away.

  “Woah, such strong winds! This baby is too powerful, I might drop the fork!” She said with mock effort  , gripping the fork with two hands and feigning a struggle. Brad giggled at the sight.

  “I think that cooled it down, how’s about you try it now? Here comes the num-num train!” She said as she slowly moved the plastic fork to the eager infant’s mouth. Mimicking a train’s horn as she nears the destination. With a forceful lean forward, Brad snatched the segmented chicken meat off of his caretaker’s fork.

  “It’s a good thing he’s cute,  because he sure is a lot of work” Penny said from nearby, outside of Brad’s limited vision.

  “Yeah, he’s cute enough I’d do this without the Home-Ec credits we’re getting. I’m still a bit confused on why the school has a daycare, but it means I get to see this cutie every day so I’m not too curious” Danny said, pinching Brad’s cheeks. Lunch continued for a few minutes, Brad having worked through the whole tray of nuggets and currently enjoying a bottle of milk while lazily looking around the lunchroom. All the other chairs like his had babies in them, some bigger than him and some big enough that they got bigger chairs. And they were doing a lot of the stuff he was doing. Eating nuggets, getting fed nuggets, having their faces wiped, drinking a bottle. Brad was struggling a bit as he noticed this. All those babies were copying him! If they kept copying him, people might think that he was a baby! He wasn’t one of those, he did big kid things like...like...

  ...uh...like tell Danny when he has to go potty! Like he said earlier!  He was in the bathroom that didn’t have a changing table, he must have used the potty then!

  Brad leaned back in his high chair, content in the knowledge that he was a bigger kid than the babies that were copying him. He felt a cramp in his stomach, and leaned forward to try and ease the pressure. No good, his tummy still hurt. As he rustled in his seat, Danny returned.

  “I’m back, Braddy! Let me grab that bottle from you” she said as she reached for the bottle still in Brad’s hand. As she graves the bottle, Brad slapped his hands on the tray and struggled, his face was red with effort as Danny could tell what was happening. 

  “Does your tummy hurt, Braddy?” She said, poking his gut with her finger.

  “P-p...Poddy...” Brad struggled to say with an unfamiliar voice, as he lifted his bottom up in his seat by leaning on the tray.

  “Yep, I thought so. Milk does tend to run right through you” she said, before leaning closer, “But what a big boy, being able to tell when you have to potty! I’m sure you’ll be potty training in no time!” She praised him as he strained and pushed. Brad was practically melting mentally, between the praise from Danny and the strain to poop himself. As some dumbly farts began to erupt from his bottom, relief came to the baby Brad’s mind and all remnants of the teenager Brad exited his body.

  *Blaaaart! Brrrlp! Crinkle! Braap!*

  Brad’s relief was immeasurable as he finished dropping a massive load of mushy mass into his diaper. The garment quickly filled the high chair, spilling out the leg holes as it looked for places to expand. As he finished as sat back down, squishing his throne of dirty diaper further, Danny giggled.

   “Hehe, well at least I know you’re out now! It might be difficult to get you out of there now though...” she said as she moved to the backside of the high chair, with a small opening between the seat and back that had now been filled by Brad’s dirty diaper. It pushed a good few meters out past the hole, enough to sag down as it was affected by gravity. She chuckled as she poked the diaper lump.

   “Well, I guess we have time for another change”