Long Story #11: The Wishstone 4 (Part I)

Long Story #11: The Wishstone 4 Part I: Have a Nice Fall Content Tags: (Reality bending, messy diapers, bedwetting, humiliation, domination, supernatural, mental regression, age regression.) Seth felt the warmth of the glowing pink stone in his hand. The radiance that it emitted was reflective of the awesome power that it had proven capable of, and the more that the boy had used it, the more brilliant its glimmer had become. Every desire, no matter how absurd or illogical, had been met without judgment or pause. The only limitation had been Seth's imagination and his restraint. For whatever reason, whenever he held it, he felt like he could only use it to malign others. Instead of bestowing himself with untold riches or amazing powers, he could only think of using the stone as a weapon against those that he felt deserved his wrath. And none had been more deserving than his babysitter: Chase. The teenager was cruel and lazy, his crude misconduct wholly unbecoming of someone assigned to watch over other children. He mocked Seth, bullied Seth, and Seth's parents were never any the wiser to it. Time after time, the teen had spent his evening hogging the TV and making Seth into his personal servant for the duration of the sitting. He'd taunted Seth's bedwetting, he'd threatened to let everyone know about his special 'night-night pants'. That was before though. That was all in a time when Seth didn't have the unimaginable power of the wishstone. Those memories were long gone, aside from the one person who'd been on the receiving end of all those countless injustices. Chase was a babysitter no longer, and he certainly wasn't in a position to mock anyone else for what they wore under their pajamas at night. It all started months ago, around the time of Thanksgiving break. That's when Seth had come across the stone, while finding rocks to out in his diorama for science class. It was so pretty and otherworldly, and it'd just been sitting there among the less lustrous minerals. He'd put it in his pocket, and forgotten about it for the afternoon. It wasn't until later that he'd come to understand what he'd been gifted. When he'd returned home from the park, his mother had told him to wash up and get ready for dinner: meatloaf and brussel sprouts. Disgusting! Repugnant! He'd stuffed his hands in his pockets to sulk, "..I wish we could just order pizza instead." It'd been an unserious, childish whim. Seth was only eight, so there were many things about life that he wished were different, and while he never expected his gripes to be addressed, he still wanted to make them material. He'd felt warmth from the stone, but it'd been so faint that he'd not spared it another thought. Then the doorbell had rung while he was washing his hands, and his dad had brought boxes of pizza to the kitchen. No longer was meatloaf on the table, and when Seth had inquired about it, his parents simply thought he'd gotten confused. Pizza. That had been Seth's first wish. It was such a humble one, it was something that he'd lost the ability to do; to wish for the betterment of one's life via positivity. In those earliest wishes, his wants had been small and trivial, and nobody was to be hurt by them. He experimented with the stone for the rest of that week, finding the pizza-meatloaf debacle to be proof of something funky afoot. He changed a test score, the cafeteria menu, manifested completed homework, and even got a new action figure that he'd been wanting. Some of his wishes could have been seen as coincidental, but too many had retconned reality before his eyes for him to not be a true believer. The parade of harmless, self-indulgent wishes would soon come to an end though. He hadn't considered what the stone could do when activated through malice, or what it was capable of doing to another person, until his parents had told him that they were going out on a date for the evening. That meant that Chase would be watching him. At a reasonable rate, and being right across the street, the sixteen year old was an obvious choice for his parents to always pick. It helped that Chase was always happy to score weed money by demoralizing a twerp for the evening and chilling on the couch. Sometimes he was babysat at his own house, sometimes it was across the street at Chase's house, but the venue didn't change the suffering that would follow. That night, he'd be staying at Chase's house. Sickeningly typical, the teenager put on a good front for the folks. He acted kind, responsible, and mature; it was a complete facade for what the delinquent always turned into once they were out the door. Once his parents were gone, with the warning that they might run late on their way back, Chase was already grinning down at his charge. "Alright. You heard your mommy and daddy, they might be late tonight, so you're going to be working a double-shift. Go ahead and get your Pull-ups on, I don't want you pissing on the floor if you pass out." It was only six in the evening, and Chase had already doomed Seth to humiliation. He had been too flustered to argue, instead going to put one on in the bathroom, where a few had been left by his parents for him. While he was sliding the Goodnite on though, he had a revelation. The wishstone had been capable of just about anything, right? Who was to say that he couldn't use it to teach his bully of a babysitter a lesson? The more positive choice would have been to wish for Chase to treat him better, or he could have even wished away his bedwetting, so that Chase couldn't mock him for it, but instead... "I wish Chase wet the bed too, and he had to wear these dumb things every night, just like me." That'd been his first real taste of power. Not just a power to create, but one to destroy. The type of power that could be wielded over another person, ironically mirroring the power that Chase had exerted over him. It felt good, or rather, it felt amazing. He'd wandered off to Chase's bedroom afterwards to check his handiwork, still afraid that even though the stone had responded with feedback, that it wouldn't do anything to another person. The faint smell of ammonia that greeted his nose as he opened the door, that was his answer. The bed had rubber sheets, the largest size of Goodnites were stowed in the dresser, and a little unassuming calendar marked his nightly failure to stay dry. Chase, like Seth, was now a teenage bedwetter. He had probed his pocket for the stone once more and clutched it dearly between his little fingers. "...Chase has always been a bedwetter. A really bad one, too. He needs something better than just Goodnites." Another tingling heat from the stone, and a barely perceptible 'pulse' throughout the whole of reality. Those Goodnites immediately shifted into some generic looking adult diaper and Seth couldn't resist but to laugh at the sight. His tormentor was putty in his hands! His life was merely play-doh on the table, readily available to be sculpted into something new. This was where Seth became really enthralled with the possibilities at his disposal. An endless volley of ideas flew through his head, his imagination running wild with demented daydreams of vengeance. He had so much to consider, that it had brought up the question of whether or not he could undo a wish once it'd been cast. "...Actually, Goodnites are enough for him." The diapers reverted back to the Goodnites that they spawned from, answering his quandary. "Actually, no, he definitely has to wear real diapers to bed." If nothing had to be set in stone, then that meant he could really go off the walls with his fun. Anything he wanted to undo was simply another wish away. With that knowledge, he knew how he wanted to proceed: Tonight, he would mess with Chase in any way that he wanted. He would flex his imagination however felt right. Then at the end, he'd undo everything and leave Chase ignorant to the power that had dominated him. Going forward after tonight, that would be where the long-term plans were. He wanted Chase to know humiliation and indignity at the same terribly slow speed that he had had to endure. He wanted Chase to be aware of his own gradual degradation and helpless to stop it. That was where insight could be given to the teen. It would have been easy for Seth to wish that Chase became a better person and know that he was wrong to be mean to Seth, but it would be more satisfying to make Chase have that epiphany himself. At least, that was Seth's reasoning at the beginning of all this. Whether that mission statement made it to the end... That was a different story. Seth grinned to himself and then returned to his babysitter, since he'd now been gone a suspiciously long time, and because he wanted to start playing around with the shiny new toy in his pocket. Chase of course berated him for taking so long and ordered the little boy to go fetch him a soda from the fridge; apparently being a bigtime bedwetter wasn't enough to instill empathy in the teen. That was fine with Seth! It wouldn't be much fun if it was that easy. So he leaned on the arm of the couch and commented: "I dunno, Chase...Should you have that much soda, this late in the evening?" It was the same line that'd been used on him, time and time again. Any bedwetter was familiar with the condescending questioning of fluid intake, and instead of what would have been a confused expression from Chase, he got a bright red shine to the boy's cheeks. "What's that supposed to mean, runt?" His tone made it clear that he expected the third grader to tread very lightly with his next response, but Seth no longer had any reason to fear him. "Well, those DIAPERS are pretty big, but they could still leak." Seth smugly warned, leaning in closer and watching Chase get a look of mortified shock. "W-what? I don't know what you're talking about!" Seth cackled. If Chase wanted to play dumb about it, who was he to get in the way? The younger boy clutched the stone in his pocket. "Sorry, I should talk slower. I know you're not very smart. Isn't that right? In fact, you're so dumb, that you're still in elementary school like me! No, not just in elementary...You're below me. Like, first grade, but even they know what a dummy you are. You can't even figure out the toilet!" His words grew harsher the more they spewed excitedly out of his mouth. Chase was given no chance for an intelligible rebuttal, the stone bending to Seth's juvenile whims. Chase's attire began to radically change; the teen went from wearing jeans and a band shirt, to wearing a shirt with Spongebob on it and a colorful pair of shorts that did nearly nothing to obscure the bulky diaper beneath. "Stop makin' fun of me, Seth! I'm gonna tell on you!" Seth tapped his chin at the handiwork in front of him. "No...Still too smart. Chase is a lot more baby-brained than that." Another ripple etched across reality, and Chase's outfit again changed, though more subtly this time. His shorts were totally gone, leaving the large adult diaper on open display, and a drool-soaked bib hung around his neck to protect that precious Spongebob shirt. "..That looks better. How about it, Chase? Still think you can boss me around?" The teen had his finger in his nose, jaw slackened and dripping drool onto the already damp bib. "Bwuh? Abba boo?" The baby babble was a nice touch. It was just like his young mind had exaggerated in his image of what Chase should be reduced to. But perhaps it was too dumb? In this state, the teen hardly seemed capable of shame or remorse! Maybe he should dial it back up a little-- PHBBBRRRRTT! SQUISH! Those thoughts were rudely interrupted by a disgusting outburst coming from the back of Chase's diaper. In one mushbrained grunt, the mentally addled teen had heaved a mighty mud pie right into the back of his oversized Huggies. "Ca-ca!" The moron proudly announced, happily sitting in a steaming hot pile of his own fresh stool. Seth felt disgusted and simultaneously intrigued. He'd not thought about the natural conclusion of degrading Chase to this degree, and it was gross to witness such a vile act, but at the same time, his immaturity found great amusement in the sight. "Ewww! You really...You..." Seth struggled for the words, having to stifle giggles too, "You went POOP!" The teen giggled in return, clapping his hands and fidgeting around in his mushy diaper. "Poo-poo! Poo-poo!" Seth took a step back, before the smell could singe his nose, and he pulled the stone out of his pocket. "Okay, okay...Let's try something else. Chase is still kinda dumb, and he has to wear diapers all the time like a baby, but...He's the same age as me! I'm just playing at his house, even though I think he's a big dummy." The babysitter shrunk right before Seth's eyes, regressing back to a prepubescent state. At the end, he'd reverted back to eight, just like Seth, and his clothes again changed to something more age appropriate. The diaper was covered again, but the smell of poop was lingering. The brainless visage of his victim changed too. Eyes filled with mindful revelation, and the boy's face grew pink as he realized he had dookie in his pants. Seth put on a coy grin, "Wow, what do you think that smell is, Chase?" His former babysitter looked away, guilt written all over him. "..I dunno. Prolly just a fart." Seth got closer and took a sniff of the air, "No way! It smells too bad to be just that! Kinda smells like...Poo. Don't you think it smells like poo in here?" Chase gulped and shook his head, "Nuh-uh! I-I don't smell anything!" He bashfully denied, squirming on the couch. "Well, I do. It kinda smells like you pooped your pants. Only babies do that though, right? Stupid, icky babies. They wear diapers and go poo in them all day long, because they're too dumb not to." Seth was getting even closer, his coy grin turned to a full-on knowing smirk. "Do you wear diapers, Chase? Be honest." With one hand still holding the pink stone, the other boy was forced to tell the truth about his embarrassing undergarments. He looked down and nodded, "...Y-yeah, I still wear diapers.." A theatrical gasp sprang from Seth, covering his mouth in faux shock. "You do? Like a baby? I think that means I should check you like a baby, because you probably don't even know you dookied your pants!" Seth took another step forward and Chase hopped off the couch, determined to save some face here. "N-no way! I don't go potty in them like that! Only dumb babies do that!" Chase was backing away, blatantly covering the back of his shorts with his hands. Seth didn't let up, continuing to ominously approach. "Well, then prove it! If you're a big boy, then show me you didn't go number two in your Pampers!" The former teen turned to run and Seth set off after him, quickly catching the waddling boy from the back of his shirt. With a quick downward thrust, the shorts came down, and the colorful diaper was revealed. "H-hey! Stop it! Let go! I told you I didn't poop myself!" Seth gripped the wishstone, "Chase, you're pooping right now!" Like a puppet to Seth's reimagining of reality, the back of the diaper began to rustle and swell with a firm loaf finding a new home in its cushioned confines. The load crackled and made a noisy plop, while Chase looked utterly humiliated by the distinct lack of control he was displaying. Seth meanwhile gawked, watching with morbid fascination as the thick diaper distended and became lumpy with every pinched turd. He'd been disgusted the first time, when he hadn't expected it, but this time he was the one causing it to happen, and his feelings were decidedly more empowered at the view. "Wow, that's so gross. But you don't think it is, do you? You know you should think that your poopy diaper is gross, but you really love having doo-doo pants. Nothing makes you happier than walking around with a full diaper, or sittin' in your own poo." Seth let go of Chase and watched the boy struggle with the inner turmoil that'd just been foisted upon him. The stinker obviously wanted to enjoy his dirty diaper, but he was already embarrassed at how he'd acted in front of his classmate on this playdate thus far. "I-I uh... I don't think I need to go get changed yet. We can still play like this.." He sheepishly told Seth, turning awkwardly and not-so-sneakily rubbing a hand across the squishy backside of the garment. "...Really? You don't want to ask for mom for a diaper change? I mean, you have poop in your pants." The diapered boy got a face as red as a tomato and he backed up toward the nearest seat, "N-not a lot, though. I mean, my mom gets mad if I don't use the whole thing, so we should just go back to cartoons.." He heaved himself onto the chair with a noisy squelch and Seth could only imagine what a big mess that had just made. "If you say so, poopy-pants. I guess babies like to sit in their icky diapers too." The rest of that evening went similarly. He made a few more experimental changes before his time was up, and it gave him a lot to consider on what his gameplan should be for the long-term. Shortly before his parents were slated to come back, Seth undid every thing he'd done to Chase, and made sure the teen had no memory of it either. The only thing he kept was the bedwetting. He would have to make decisions on what direction he wanted to go overall, but he felt that making his horrible sitter into a diaper dependent sheet-soaker was a neutral start to whatever path he took. Seth had all the power in the world, and he planned to use every drop.