Tale #106: Revenge of the Babysat ((Part 2))

((Continued from part 1)) "That's got to be Liz. Time to show her what a good babysitter I am; that means showing her what a pathetic *baby* you are, got it?" "Uh-huh." Casper took another bite of his sandwich, not at all sounding concerned with being humiliated. The person at the door was indeed the girl that Buck had invited over. She looked younger than him; probably sixteen or so, which was still plenty older than Casper himself. Casper had to admit though, that he thought Liz was drop-dead gorgeous! That always made things more humiliating, that Buck would invite over such pretty girls to debase him in front of. Casper might not have looked it to them, especially when the diapers were factored in, but he *was* a teenager now. "Hope you didn't have any trouble finding the place...That's the little boy I'm babysitting: Casper." Buck gestured toward the couch. "He's going to give us some privacy, as soon as he finishes his din-din." "He's so cute!" She gawked, clearly meaning that in the 'little kid or small animal' kind of way. "Yeah, well, he's a real handful. You know how little kids can be." Casper took another bite of his sandwich and felt a rumbling deep down in his gut. He was familiar enough with the sensation to know what it meant for him; the boy knew he needed to pinch a big loaf, and he needed to do it *now*. With a gurgling that severe, he also knew it'd be an impossible task to make it to the toilet on time. He considered wishing the issue away, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it just yet. His desire to use this newfound power to punish Buck was significantly higher than the desire to better himself with such magic; using the wishstone for something positive seemed wrong somehow. A fart suddenly ripped into his diaper, muffled by the bulk of it and the fact that he was sitting flat on the couch. Trailing the toot was an immense pressure that forced him to lean forward and lift his padded bottom up. It was luckily pretty silent, but by the feel of the magmatic mush pouring into his diaper, it would be a very messy and smelly affair. It was hard not to internalize the things that Buck said to him when he was in this situation; being called a pathetic little baby or an idiot, it was hardly wrong when he was crapping his diaper in front of these older teens without any semblance of control. Feeling his diaper becoming fuller and fuller with boiling muck, his buttcheeks completely coated in the fuming filth, it was humiliating! "Eww...Something stinks." Liz said a few minutes later, once the stench had become more pronounced in the room. It was embarrassing, which was typical, but what wasn't typical was the fact that Casper knew he could make lemonade out of these sour lemons. He had the power to make use of this mortifying situation! It was obvious that his babysitter wouldn't be able to resist making a snide comment about it, which would set forth an amusing chain of events. "Oh, I think I know what it is. There something you want to tell me, Casper?" Casper quietly shook his head and the girl just looked more confused. Noticing her confusion, Buck grinned and gestured toward his charge: "Casper isn't totally toilet-trained. He still has plenty of accidents in his pants. Isn't that right, Casper?" More silence. It was partially from embarrassment, but it was also because he wanted Buck to prod deeper. The harder the teen poked, the more he himself would be damaged. "Eww, seriously? He goes to the bathroom in his pants?" Buck's smile got bigger, "Well...In his *diapers*. Stand up, squirt; time to check those Pampers to see if you crapped your pants." Casper had been on the receiving end of this more than once. This was hardly the first older girl that Buck had belittled him in front of, but it *would* be the last, if Casper's shiny new stone had anything to say about it. So he didn't fuss or put up a fight; instead, he slowly stood up and could feel his bloated diaper bulging against the material of his shorts. "He still wears diapers?! Isn't he like, nine or ten?" The girl gawked, the disgust evident in her voice. "Yeah, he's just a big baby, through and through. He's actually *thirteen* though, coming up on fourteen; he's just puny and pathetic." Buck explained as he grabbed the sides of Casper's cargo shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. The little runt's diaper had seen better days. The front was yellow and swollen, while the back was stained and sagging with the smoldering pile that he'd made just a few minutes prior. Without checking, it was obvious by sight alone that he was in need of a diaper change. Still, that wouldn't stop Buck from milking the scene, which would lead to an unknown retribution. "Is he like...special, or whatever?" "Kind of. Sure seems 'special' to me; don't know many kids his age that like to sit in their own dumps. The smell doesn't seem to bother him either; I bet he would have just sat in it if we hadn't said anything." Buck declared, reaching over and grabbing the mushy backside of the younger boy's diaper. Casper felt naked, but not because his shorts were down, but because the stone was now out of reach. Still, he could feel the presence of its power, and he felt as if though it could read his will. Additionally, thanks to the wish he'd made earlier, Buck was about to get rubberbanded with a karma brick to the face, and right here in front of this girl he was trying to impress! "He lies about it all the time, so I think he likes being gross and smelly. Little perv would probably muck around the whole night if I didn't catch him now. You ready to admit it, Casper? Tell your babysitter that you need your diaper changed." "I don't." The boy plainly replied, already able to sense that the wishstone was going wild in his pocket. Buck lifted him up by the armpits in a show of strength, and he brought the boy's padded rump toward his nose to take a cursory whiff, as if Casper was a toddler. Once he took a sniff though, he suddenly couldn't stop himself from burying his nose into the back of the squishy diaper and greedily huffing the fumes of Casper's shame. It looked normal enough at first, but it very quickly looked strange, once Buck continued to take big, deep whiffs of the poopy odor. Casper smiled, realizing that the odd behavior was because of the wishstone; Buck had said Casper liked poopy diapers, that he liked the smell, and that mocking had come back to haunt him. Deciding to take advantage of the perverse shift in Buck's brain, and thinking it was well deserved to degrade the older teen, Casper actively pushed on his bowels. A nasty fart sputtered to life in his soiled seat, rasping and rumbling right against his babysitter's nose. Pushing a little harder and the diaper began to expand with a fresh wave of squishy droppings. Buck didn't shout or recoil, instead looking like he was in heaven to be washed in the malodorous fumes. "Ew! What the hell are you doing?" Liz suddenly asked, looking repulsed by the 'stud' she'd come to see and how he was snoofing this brat's icky diaper. Buck regained control and realized what he'd been doing; swiftly he set Casper back down and he tried to play it all off. "T-these things have crazy good odor blockers, just had to make sure..." It was a lame lie, considering the smell was already present in the air. "Anyways, uh, we should change him. Don't want the dork to get diaper rash again; his parents probably wouldn't pay me." Casper looked down and saw that his wish was doing even more for him; Buck's groin definitely looked more puffy underneath his pants, and while Liz was oblivious, Casper knew what a diaper bulge looked like. Buck's boxers were no more, instead replaced with a thick adult diaper, because he'd so viciously mocked the ones that Casper wore. "You can see how pathetic he really is. The runt's diaper isn't the only thing that's like a baby." Buck boasted as he pushed Casper down onto his butt with a nasty squish. At that moment, the front of Buck's diaper would suddenly feel a lot more spacious than before. His inappropriate comments and bizarre alpha-male mentality had caught up with him. The older teen wanted to mock his charge for being poorly endowed and untouched by puberty, and so now he'd be losing the feature he was most proud of. A huge and mighty snake turned to a lowly, tiny worm. Buck wouldn't realize it just yet. Heck, he hadn't even yet realized that he was wearing a diaper now! But it wouldn't be long until he found himself in the same humiliating position that he mocked Casper relentlessly for. Twisted and transformed into a dorky diaper-dumper with a miniature member and zero self-confidence. Buck would be forced to live every indignity that he'd ever forced upon Casper, and that would only he a humble beginning to the boy's revenge. By the time that Casper was done, Buck would be the furthest possible thing from a stud.