Tale #98: The Thrall (Part 2)

Tale #98: The Thrall (Part 2) (Sequel to 'The Thrall') (Content Tags: Hypnosis, bullying, mind control, pants wetting and messing, humiliation. diaper change) "Such a shame, little baby. You just moved here and you've already made a fool out of yourself." Colby was marked, whether he understood what that meant or not. He had been marked by the kid who ruled the middle school, and that meant nobody would be coming to help him, not if they knew what was good for them. Once Anthony targeted someone, everyone knew to stay away, lest they incur his wrath as well. "You can't even claim ignorance...You said yourself that someone tried to warn you, right? Sounds either like they did a bad job, or you just have a hard head." Colby bit his lip, feeling his damp thighs chafing together with every step further to the nurse's office. "I-I said I was sorry..." "Yes, you did. If only that was enough..." Anthony slowly shook his head, acting as if sympathized with the preteen's plight. "Things aren't that easy here, though. When you stand against me and talk so disrespectfully, then what choice do I have but to make an example of you?" Colby had to admit his humiliation had been a prime example of consequences; if he'd watched it happen to anyone else, then he would never have talked tough to Anthony. But who could have foreseen something like this? It was like magic or a super power! Something off the pages of a comic book! "Don't sulk. I don't make the rules here..." Anthony grinned, letting a moment of silence pass, "...Oh, wait. Yes I do! But you know, the school has rules too; I don't think that sixth graders are allowed to walk around with soggy, stinky underwear all day, do you? Sure, sixth graders are practically babies, but we don't want them making any messes in their chairs!" Colby looked down at the floor, reminded of the fact that he was hauling a load in his pants. He sure didn't feel like a sixth grader right now, and he had doubts that anyone else would respect him as one, when it got around school about the undies he'd been wearing and the potty accidents that he'd had in them. "I'm probably doing you a favor, munchkin. I saw those icky skids in your Scooby Doo undies; you probably would have just crapped yourself later in the day without my help. Best to get you protection now, hm?" Colby was too scared to respond. He feared that if he said the wrong thing, then Anthony would make things even worse for him. It was hard to tell what might set the older boy off. The safest bet was to just keep his mouth shut and be obedient by his own accord, rather than being forced into obedience by the boy's powers. "Not very chatty, are we? You were talking a lot a few minutes ago, whenever you were challenging my authority. Where'd that fire go? If you don't want to talk anymore, then maybe you'd be happier if I just made you too stupid to do it at all. How's that sound? Being like a babbling baby again?" Anthony's tone became more terse, but he never lost his cool demeanor. Every word was still playful, like a cat batting around a lizard in the dirt with its paw. It was a true confidence, where Anthony had no possible worries over staying in control of the situation. The blond gulped, realizing that silence wasn't an acceptable option for him to take. "N-no! Please! No more...S-sorry, I'm just scared..." The red-haired devil let out a laugh, "Yeah, I can see that! Can't say I'm surprised. New kid in a new school and a new grade... You're definitely shorter than the usual sixth grade babies too, and obviously not that bright either. You have a lot to be scared about, especially now that you've gone out of your way to piss me off." The pair suddenly stopped in front of a door, "Consider this a partial tour of your new school. This is the nurse's office, which I'm sure you'll quickly become acquainted with. I don't know if she does diapers in there, because that might be more of a 'special' thing, but why don't we see? I'm sure I can convince her to make an exception." Anthony opened the door and forcibly led the smaller boy inside. It looked like a fairly typical nurse's office, with cupboards and cots, and one curly-haired older woman. "Hello Nurse Rita! Sorry to bother you so early in the day, but this little boy needs some help." "O-oh, of course, what seems to be the problem?" She looked over and immediately saw the wet stain on the front of Colby's shorts. "Accident on the first day, huh? Well, I'm not sure how much we'll have in the 'lost and found'..." The smaller boy got pink and turned his gaze away, while Anthony gripped his hand more tightly and grinned broadly. "Well...He did a little more than just a tinkle, I'm afraid. He says he's supposed to be a new sixth grader, but I'm not so sure." The woman grimaced, "Young man, is this true? Did you have a bowel movement in your underpants?" Feeling both sets of eyes on him, Colby slowly nodded an affirmation. "...Yes ma'am, I did number one and two." She sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose, looking a little irritated about it. Accidents in middle school were very rare, and to have both kinds in the first couple of hours of the first day, it didn't bode well. "I think I'll need to call your parents..." "Nurse Rita, I don't think that's necessary, do you? He just got here; it'd be a disservice to his education to make him go home early. I think he might just need something 'protective' to wear, don't you?" Anthony intercepted smoothly, and Colby could swear that he saw the boy's eye glow as he talked. "Yes, I suppose you're right. We keep some spare supplies in here for the SPED rooms, and I'm sure we can find *something* in the 'lost and found', even on the first day..." She immediately acquiesced, her will bent so subtly that she didn't even notice. She went through the cabinets and looked to see what scant items she had that would work here. Most of the diapering supplies was in the room that most needed it, and most of the diapers were supplied by parents, not by the school. Even so, there were always some extras that got left lying around! "I hope she can find something that can fit you, pipsqueak. I can't say I see many kids coming in that are as shrimpy as you." Anthony told his captive, as the class bell rang. "Looks like we'll be needing hall passes too, Nurse Rita. I'll be staying to make sure the little kid can find his next class, once he's got a fresh diaper." The woman nodded while pulling out some baby wipes and talcum powder. "Yes, of course. You're such a thoughtful young man. Would you mind going and looking to see what clothes they have? There might be some things in the box from Summer school, but a lot of it gets thrown out or donated..." "Sure thing, I'll be right back. Don't be too scared now." Anthony teased before letting go of Colby's hand and walking out of the room. Colby considered asking the nurse about Anthony, or telling her about his crazy powers, but would there really be any benefit? If she already knew, then she was likely beholden to those forces too. If she didn't know, then there's no way that she'd believe Colby. "I need your name, young man." The boy blinked, "Huh? Oh...Colby. Colby Carswell. I'm in sixth grade." She typed his name into her computer, "Doesn't look like your old school has sent all of your files yet..." The woman murmured to herself, before making a new note on his student file about the accidents. "Does this sort of thing happen a lot, or maybe you couldn't find the restrooms? Or were you just nervous?" It was unfortunate that 'hypnotic Dracula eyes' wasn't on the list of options. "Just nervous, I guess..." The woman sighed again and got back up, "Let's see what we're dealing with here, come over to the cot." Down went Colby's soaked shorts, and the nurse was left looking at the disgraced underoos that the boy wore. She didn't proclaim herself to be an expert on undergarments, but it was plain as day that these Scooby underoos were better suited for a much younger student. "Well these are cute." She commented, "I'll be sure to bag them up, so you can take them home to be washed." Salvaging the briefs wasn't on the top of his priority list right now; they were filled and he had multiple other pairs at home! If anything, it'd be a liability to take them home, since then he'd have to tell his parents that he'd peed and pooped in his pants. Clean-up was a pain, but that was to be expected with underpants. He had to step out of them and get cleaned up while standing, and it was all very awkward. Once the icky part was done, she'd gotten him to get on the cot, so that she could get him diapered. No matter how politely he asked or how well he tried to reason with her, she wouldn't stop from opening up the crinkly garment. She was dedicated to his diapering, and Colby figured that was from what Anthony had said earlier. Speaking of the devil, so did he appear, back from the front office with something for his victim to wear. "I think I found something that'll fit." It was a hell of a time to return too, with Colby on his back, untaped diaper underneath his butt. The boy quickly shielded his shame and got red in the face. "H-hey!" He squeaked out on instinct. Anthony rolled his eyes, "Like you've got much to be hiding. You should probably be more embarrassed about what's about to go *over* that. Anyways, I found you something to wear." He held an article of clothing up, but Colby could only make out the color, since they were balled up. "There wasn't much to pick from, and with you being so small, that made options even more slim. I think these will do though." The nurse finished taping Colby up and allowed him to get off the cot, "Thank you, young man. I'll get the two of you some passes for your teachers." Anthony grinned and tossed what he'd found over at Colby. As the younger boy held the garment up, he realized that they were leggings! They'd accommodate his small stature, but they'd undoubtedly accentuate the bulky outline of his diaper too. It'd be better than no pants, but not by enough of a comfortable margin. "Uhh...Thanks." Colby muttered, pulling them on and cringing as he looked down at himself. Anthony gave him a pat on the rear and looked happy to hear the resulting crinkle. "My pleasure. Now, what class are you going to be heading to?" That was hardly information that Colby wanted to give out, and least of all to his powerful tormentor. He didn't really think Anthony was giving him a choice though. "Math..." "Good, I'll show you the way. I wouldn't want a little boy like you to get lost in such a big, scary school." Anthony grabbed the passes from the nurse, and then grabbed a hold of the younger boy's hand. "You can pick up your clothes after school, Colby." The nurse reminded, waving the two off as they departed her office. "You won't want to forget those, huh? Maybe your mommy can salvage those Scooby Doo underoos of yours. Then again, I'm not sure you should be wearing anything like that anymore...Might be too *mature* for a baby like you." Walking around in a diaper felt bizarre to the sixth grader. He'd never so much as been a bedwetter, and his pottytraining had been on a standard schedule. He had no real memories of being padded before this, and so he was struggling to adapt to such a different feeling. It was cumbersome and awkward, even while the diaper was completely untainted. "That reminds me... You said someone already tried to warn you about me. I want you to tell me who it was." Colby didn't have a chance to lie. He didn't want to screw over his neighbor by pushing him in front of the bus, and he would've tried to conceal the identity, but Anthony had asked in his 'special' way, and Colby was compelled. "Harry, my neighbor. He's in my grade and has glasses." Colby replied, the words slipping out of his mouth without any control. "That's a good boy. I'll have to speak with him later. I tell people to keep it an open secret; I don't want them talking about what I do, but I do want them to illustrate how much fear they should have of me." Anthony explained casually, treating his fellow students like acolytes. Not much further down the hall was Colby's math class, which was already partially over by now. Luckily, it being the first day, Colby hadn't missed much. The part that excited Colby though, was the prospect of getting away from Anthony. The teen came to a stop and looked down at Colby, appearing to be thinking about something. "What to do...What to do... I always have such a hard time deciding on these things. I think I've already settled on a 'theme' for you..." He reached down and groped the back of the boy's diaper, "...But now I need to figure out what to do with it." It was obvious that the theme of Colby's punishment was the diaper that Anthony had worked to get on him. From a broader perspective, it was more just a play on immaturity; a pipsqueak sixth grader with baby undies, what was more suitable than having him be a diaper boy? Anthony always liked to give fitting discipline for those who transgressed against him; his last victim had been a jock turned sissy. "We'll start small and work our way up. It is your first day here, so I'd feel bad if I over did it." Anthony beamed, as if he was somehow being benevolent here. "So, first of all, you can't hold it in very well. Got it? You have the potty skills of a two year old. Maybe you can make it to the bathroom if you're lucky, but expect to be needing those Pampers. Also, just for fun, let's make you a thumbsucker too. Whenever you get nervous, you start to suck on your thumb." Colby could see that glow again. While it may appear that these were just words, Colby could immediately tell that they were commands. Anthony was enthralling him, just like before, but with edicts that would be far longer lasting than just a one-time accident. "I'll be keeping you on your toes with some other stuff later, but that should do it for now. Lucky for you, I don't have any other kids to put in their place right now, so I'll really be able to focus my attention on you. I've also never made a thrall with diapers as the theme before, well, at least not since I was a little kid; so you should feel special." Getting a unique torture wasn't the generosity that Anthony made it sound like, and Colby just stood there for a moment with a dumbfounded look on his face. After the initial reaction, he realized that Anthony was staring at him, as if expecting something. "U-uh...Thank you?" It was ridiculous, but it was just what Anthony had been waiting on. "Oh, stop. It's my pleasure, Colby, really." The charmcaster chuckled, hardly suppressing his twisted glee. "Oh, and if you see Harry, let him know to come see me. *Immediately*." The teen let go of Colby's hand and gave him one last pat on the rear, "Have fun in class, diaper boy. I'll be seeing you later." Colby felt some warmth trickle into the crotch of his diaper as he got his butt patted; Anthony made him feel all sorts of anxious. He watched the teen walk off, starting to whistle, and the younger boy again looked down at his tight leggings. It was the first day at a new school and his reputation was already in tatters.