Strange Kid in School

Chapter 1
Why Is He Staring?

Chapter Description: Jonathan, the strange kid at school, is staring at Amy.

There’s always a strange kid in everyone’s class. The kid no one talks to. The kid that always has his face in a book. The kid who has weird fetishes. Well, Jonathan was that kid, and Amy couldn’t help but notice that he was looking at her. Usually this wouldn’t bother Amy. Amy was pretty popular in her school, and had worked on gaining it throughout high school. Now a senior, she was at the top and knew it, but having Jonathan stare at her was a different ballgame. A rumor had just went around that he was into diapers and adult babies, but this didn’t effect him much since he really didn’t talk to anybody anyway. As the teacher continued with his lecture, Amy would turn her head a bit to see if he was still staring at her, and to her surprise, he was. It made her feel slightly nervous wondering what he could be thinking about.

"Probably imagining me as a baby or some weird shit."

she said to herself.

Class was about over, and he was still staring. Amy decided that maybe if she said something to him, he would stop. But she had to say something that would make him lay off for the rest of the year and never think about staring again. As the bell rang and everyone was getting up to leave, Amy made her way back to Jonathan’s desk. Amy was bugged by the fact that as she walked toward him, he never seized eye contact with her. He had this creepy grin on his face that didn’t make her feel any better.

"Listen Jonathan, you were staring at me at all class and it needs to stop."

Jonathan’s smirk raised to a smile. He didn’t reply, but just continued staring. Amy was starting to get angry at Jonathan’s failure to reply.

"What is your problem you weirdo? You’re probably imagining me as a baby aren’t you. You make me sick."

Amy raised her thumb and inserted it into her mouth. Playfully sucking, she titled her head to side.

"You like this? Is this what you get off to? Huh? How does it feel to have no one talk to you? Maybe if you didn’t have all these weird fetishes and shit people would!"

Jonathan was still smiling, but he closed his eyes for a second and reopened them. Leaning over, he finally said something.

"You surprise me Amy, I didn’t know you liked to suck your thumb."

Amy was caught off guard by what he said. She went to say something, but found that her thumb was obstructing her speech. She tried to take her thumb out of her mouth, but found that she couldn’t for some reason. All of the sudden, Amy started feeling relaxed. Instead of sucking her thumb to make fun of Jonathan, she found herself sucking because she wanted to. She closed her eyes, and found herself having trouble concentrating on anything. All at once, Amy shook her head and pulled her thumb out of her mouth.

"Wha...what did you just do to me??"

Jonathan laughed.

"I was staring because I knew deep down what you are Amy."

Amy was shocked by this response.

"God, you are more messed up than I thought."

As soon as she finished her sentence, Jonathan leaned over and placed his hand on Amy’s crotch. It was faster than she could react, and before she could slap his hand away, Jonathan said,

"Awww, you looked like the kind of girl who would enjoy wearing diapers."

Amy was about to protest when she felt something weird. Her panties felt like they were expanding. And they weren’t just expanding, they felt different. They felt like they had more cushion. The rim of her panties peaked over her jeans that were now white instead of the familiar pink she was use to. Jonathan slowly removed his hand and smiled again. Amy was in a state of shock. She pulled her jeans forward and bit and could not believe what she found. It was a diaper! Her mind started racing. How was this possible?

"How...How are you doing this? And why...why me?

"I’m setting you free Amy. I knew deep down what you wanted to be, and now I’m giving you that chance. You’ll thank me later. If you need me, I’ll be around."

Jonathan grabbed his things and left the room, leaving Amy by herself in the classroom. She was still in disbelief. Did that all really just happen? Pulling her jeans forward again assured her that it was for real and she wasn’t imagining it. Amy walked to her desk and collected her things. As she was leaving the classroom, she felt the urge to suck her thumb. She started to raise her hand but used all the strength she had to suppress it.

"What is happening to me?"