Story #97: My Smelly Valentine

Story #97: My Smelly Valentine (Content Tags: Messy diapers, incontinence, unrequited love, humiliation, bullying, diaper-sniffing, supernatural elements, revenge) "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not..." Petal by petal, swept to the crosswinds of fate. It was a cliche child's game, but it had longevity for a reason. It was the type of mindless activity that allowed one to focus instead on their daydreams, while their desires were manifested in the workings of their fingers, and the mantra that they teetered back and fourth on. Jeremy didn't do it often, but it being the month of love, his mind had wandered into the idle fantasies of his unrequited affections being reciprocated. The apple of his eye was a boy in his class by the name of Valentino. Even his name seemed so perfect! Valentino was suave, he was charming, and he was often the funniest kid in class. Sometimes that meant acting kind of like a jerk, but that's how comedy was, right? He'd even teased Jeremy on occasion, but Jeremy thought it was all in good fun. After all, Valentino *could* tease him a whole lot worse, considering what rustled underneath his shorts every day. Jeremy was somewhat incontinent; his control wasn't completely nonexistent, but the times he'd made it to a toilet this year could be counted on one hand. For all intents and purposes, he had the bladder and bowel control of a small toddler. By this time in his academic career, it being their first year out of elementary, all of his classmates were well aware of his need for 'protection'. What his classmates weren't aware of was the fact that Jeremy didn't find his incontinence issues to be as irksome as he should. Sure, it was embarrassing, but he'd genuinely grown to be infatuated with his own babypants. They were a comfort to him, and the sensory aspect was a thing of wonder. The feeling of soaking or soiling himself was incredible, and he even had a love for the bouquet of smells that his used diapers would give off. At this point, his true feelings on the diapers were more embarrassing than the fact that he had to wear them in the first place. One thing was medical and he was blameless for that, but the fact that he actually *liked* it was something else entirely. Valentino already felt so out of reach, so what chance would he have if the boy also discovered that part of Jeremy? It was all set to soon unravel and it started with Jeremy's own words being used against him. Jeremy, ever the soft-soul, carried a diary (or a journal, as he would call it). Inside those pages is where he spilled his heart out, and it was where all his secrets were given form outside of the privacy of his thoughts. It wasn't something that he wrote in every day, nor even something that he kept on his person all that often, but today had been one of those rare opportunities. With his mind so aflutter with his fantasies, there needed to be an outlet for the big feelings that were swirling about. Jeremy wrote about Valentino during class, about his crush on the boy, but that wasn't all he chronicled. There were two points during class that he had to write about: the first being when his bladder emptied itself and made the front of his diaper delightfully warm. The second, fittingly numbered, was when his bowels had followed suit and allowed a large sticky load to smear itself underneath him. He had nothing but good things to say about that, and he sat in the putrid pile for as long as he thought he could get away with. When the time came to take a trip to the nurse's office for a change, Jeremy packed his bag up, but the diary was accidentally left behind. One of Valentino's friends had been sitting next to Jeremy, and so he was quick to see that the diary had been left behind. The curious boy opened it up and was shocked by what he saw on the most recent page. While Jeremy was getting his filthy bottom cleaned up, the small group of boys in his class were having a field day with his writings. Valentino was embarrassed to be the object of affection in question here, so he came up with a plan to ridicule the diapered boy, as a form of retribution for even desiring him. The journal got left where it was found, so when Jeremy returned, he had no reason to believe that his secrets had been scoped out by anyone. However, he started to get anonymous little love notes in his locker after that. They were short and sweet, but no trace of an author graced any of them. The notes continued up until the day before Valentine's day, when one final note would be found folded up. Unlike the others, this one was longer, and signed at the bottom was...Valentino?! Jeremy could basically feel his heart skip a beat when he saw that signature. It was a love letter, where Valentino was admitting his fondness of Jeremy, and even commenting on how cute he found Jeremy's diapers. Within the note were instructions to not act any differently just yet, to keep their romance secret for the time being, so that they could more publicly announce it on the day of love itself. Jeremy was swooning. He was on cloud nine and he didn't ever want to return to the ground below! He hugged the letter to his chest and sighed, his spirit rising higher than ever before. That elation wasn't made to last. Jeremy had to stop at the nurse's office for one final pitstop before he left for the day, and when he came out, he overheard some chatter from around the corner of the hall. It was two of Valentino's friends, who like him, were known class clowns. "Man, that freak is gonna be in for it! He'll think things are gonna be all mushy, but the only mushy thing is gonna be those giant Pampers of his!" "Yeah, but at least he'll *like* that part, the little weirdo. You should have seen Val's face when he was reading that part! Too bad we didn't have longer to read his diary, I bet there's way worse stuff in there." No, this couldn't be! Were they talking about him? As much as he didn't want to face the truth, it was difficult to ignore with it staring him in the face like this. Valentino didn't reciprocate his love; he just wanted to make Jeremy the butt of a cruel prank. "Yeah. Well, I gotta go get those special 'chocolates' for the plan. We're gonna leave them at his locker tomorrow morning, so he should be primed to explode when the plan is ready!" "Haha, I hope his diaper can handle it. I don't think my nose will be able to though." Jeremy had done nothing but feel love, and now those heart-felt emotions were being betrayed by the malicious hands of his classmates. It was enough to make Jeremy feel sick to his stomach. He ran out of the school, holding back tears of shame and despair, and with anger beginning to fill his broken heart. The genuine infatuation that he felt was gone. It'd melted in moments and Jeremy had too much self-esteem to give any second chances. Valentino was no longer his crush; Valentino was someone to *be* crushed. And as fate would have it, the opportunity to do so would come more easily than he could have imagined. The bitter boy had taken a longer path home, so that he could clear his head, and that's when he saw a freaky little shop that he'd never paid any mind before. It was cliche as all hell, covered in adornments of the occult, but to a dorky sixth grader it had nothing but credibility. There were tarot cards and crystals at every turn; shelves of books and racks of colorful potions on every wall. The shopkeeper was an old woman that looked like she belonged on the other side of a crystal ball, and she was eager to relieve Jeremy of all his hard-earned allowance. Jeremy got a bundle of things from that shop. The boy had been thinking about how his classmates had planned to humiliate him, and about how Valentino wanted to wound him; Jeremy had been thinking about what would be a fitting revenge. Valentino's friends hardly seemed worth much effort; they only followed the leader, and would be aimless without him. Besides, they didn't elicit the same furious passion that Valentino did. They would still see justice, but it would pale in comparison to what Valentino would be receiving. A small pink potion, a ratty scroll, and a small sachet of powder. These would be his tools of destruction, even if it had cost him every dollar that he had from the mysterious shop. The first step to his plan would be happening right away. He'd head home and fetch a few diapers from his pack, and then he took the lid off of the pink potion and put just a few drops on each one. He was cautious to not touch any of it with his bare hands and he got them all put into a cardboard box. Then, using some rudimentary graphic skills, he made a mock-up tag to put on the box. The goal was to not incur any suspicions. The labeling on the box would make it appear that some medical company had screwed up shipping a sample of their product to a customer. Valentino would be exposed to the pretty pink potion, and that'd make him ready for the rest of Jeremy's little plot. The second step would come the next morning. Arriving at school, Jeremy would find the box of chocolates at his locker, just as he'd overheard would happen. He smiled and popped one in his mouth, even with the full knowledge that they were tainted with laxatives. He wouldn't want to disappoint his audience later, after all, and he definitely wouldn't want to disappoint Valentino when the time came. His rebuttal wouldn't come until a little later in the morning, when he took the sachet of powder and mixed it into a bottle of Valentino's favorite soda. Jeremy attached a little heart-shaped note to it and slipped it onto the boy's desk whenever everyone else had left for lunch, knowing that Valentino would assume it came from a secret admirer of his own. While in the empty classroom, he took the tattered scroll that he'd bought and ripped it in thirds. One third to go under the chair of each of the boys that'd involved themselves in this cruel scheme to humiliate him. It was a chain hex, and it would afflict Valentino's friends with a minor variant of what the big boss was getting himself. The rest of the day flew by surprisingly quickly, and soon it was time for the show to truly begin. All the pieces had been carefully arranged into place, and Valentino would regret ever trying to hurt him like this. A quick stop to the bathroom to apply some of that potion somewhere else, and to eat a few more of those chocolates, and he was off to finish things. The tricky note had said to meet Valentino outside the school, once classes were done for the day. No doubt that'd be where they had intended to humiliate him, and he might even presume that there would be a real audience, instead of one of the goons just recording things. Jeremy was partially right on his assumption. Exiting the doors to the school, he could see Valentino over by the benches and talking to some people. No doubt the other two were nearby to capture everything on tape. The expectation would be that he'd gush and spill his heart out to the boy that had tricked him, and then one Val's friends would probably pull down Jeremy's pants, while the other slugged him in the gut to provoke a bowel movement. Then Valentino would likely reveal his ruse and would share the very personal things that Jeremy had written in his diary. Jeremy had expectations of his own though, and a very different view of how things would shake out. "H-hey Val!" The boy meekly greeted, walking up to Valentino. "I got your note...and...well...Can we talk somewhere more private?" Valentino grinned, "It's okay, Jer-Bear. I want *everyone* to know how I feel about you. We can talk right here." Jeremy also felt himself get suckered in. This was going just like he'd dreamed it would, but none of it was sincere. He regained his composure and fidgeted his fingers, "O-oh, okay..." The boy cleared his throat and continued, "Well, I'm just really happy to hear that you feel that way about me. I've always liked you, but I was too scared to say anything...But the things you wrote in that letter, you must *really* like me!" Shortly after he finished that sentence, Jeremy could feel a cold breeze against his thighs. His pants were down at his ankles, just as he'd predicted, but the other goon wasn't swinging a fist at him, and Jeremy had a decent idea of why. The diaper that'd been exposed had the pretty pink potion applied to it; enough to disorient his nearby assailants from continuing. The other kids laughed at the sight. Most of them knew that Jeremy wore them, but that didn't mean they'd ever actually seen them like this. Valentino smirked, but there was something else in his eyes that couldn't be hidden. He soon looked confused though, when the plan wasn't running properly; why hadn't his friend made Jeremy load his pants? Jeremy didn't need to be forced. He'd been downing these laxative-laced chocolates all day, and the time had come to make use of them. With his pants down around his ankles, he leaned forward and let out a loud fart. That got more laughs from the small crowd, but the best had yet to come. Valentino pointed a finger down at Jeremy's diaper, "You really thought I meant the stuff I wrote in that letter? Dream on, diaper-boy! The truth is that-- that--" The bravado suddenly faded and Valentino was staring at Jeremy's diaper; his sentence petered out before it could conclude. "...Yes? What's the truth? Is the truth that you actually meant to write more?" Jeremy smirked, bending his knees gently to let more gas ripple out into his padded seat. "You mentioned how much you liked my diapers...But, I think you undersold it. I was able to read between the lines, Val. So how about I make you a valentine?" Jeremy stepped out of his pants and left them crumpled on the ground. Next, he turned around and gave his own padded bottom a firm pat. "You gave me chocolates, so I'd feel bad if I didn't return the favor." Valentino could no longer help himself. The charmer of the sixth grade was the one being charmed, and he dropped down to his knees so that he could get closer to the lovely diaper that'd been presented to him. The other students watched in shock and bemused horror as Valentino leaned forward to nuzzle the diaper with his nose. A gurgling sound emanated from within and the diaper began to swell out amidst a cacophony of sloppy plopping that soon followed. It was right on time for Jeremy to really let go and fill his pants; Valentino seemed enraptured and focused only on the smelly warmth that was pressing up against his nose. And why wouldn't he? Jeremy's increasingly messy diaper was slathered with a love potion! Valentino was becoming hopelessly smitten with a poopy diaper! Though, if the first step of his plan had gone well, then that would also mean... "Mmph..! Val! If I gotta have *my* diaper out, then shouldn't you too?" Valentino was in a mindlessly blissful state, so he didn't resist the idea. He tugged his shorts down and revealed to the crowd that he too was diapered. When Jeremy had sent those diapers last night, they had been covered in the love potion too, and so Valentino had become a true lover of the garment over night. This led into the other thing that Jeremy had set up. That powder that he'd put into Valentino's soda was an extremely powerful laxative, but it only worked when assisted by the power of persuasion. More mush piled wetly into Jeremy's diaper, and he turned his head back. "Your diaper is still so clean...I bet you really have to go by now, right?" "Y-yeah..." Valentino responded between huffs of the soiled seat in front of him. There was another loud fart, but this time it came from the boy on his knees. While his nose was entrenched in the noxious backside that he was so spellbound by, his own diapered backside began to bulge. A massive crackling turd was surging out like a mighty serpent; it crashed and coiled in the cushy confines, but it didn't pinch, instead just continuing to coil bigger and bigger. Now, the big finale. The chain hex that he'd set up earlier was coming into effect. Valentino's two friends were dealing with more moderate versions of what their leader suffered; for one of them, that meant groaning and doubling over as he crapped his pants; for the other, it meant getting closer and taking big whiffs of the fumes coming off the pantsfillers. Sure, it was embarrassing to partake in something so infantile in public, but a little shame for Jeremy was a perfectly acceptable sacrifice for the destruction he'd just set upon these three. Videos of this would be circling everyone's phones at school, and at least Jeremy wouldn't be the one so submissively and eagerly sniffing at a filthy diaper. What a Valentine's day this had been! He'd lived one of his daydreams and gotten revenge in the process, what more could a boy ask for? The only question that would remain was...How long was this love potion supposed to last?