Story #48: Pin-Cushioned (Illustration)

Story #48: Pin-Cushioned (Content Tags: Voodoo doll, scorned love, male/male, obsession, spite, forced messy accidents, messy underwear, messy diapers, reality alteration.) Remy had never been so spurned in all his life! So humiliated! He had put his affections out there, he had bared his soul! And that buffoon had laughed in his face! Called him an awful little name and went on to mock him to his friends! It was an outrage was what it was. The boy huddled over a chest that he kept up in his room. He'd scuttled up the stairs with tear-stained cheeks, avoiding any questions about what was wrong; he didn't need consoling, he needed to get *even*. "Laugh at me, huh? C-call me a fag? We'll see about that, *cher*.." Remy opened the chest and looked inside. The contents were of all sorts of little trinkets, vials, and envelopes; sitting on top of everything was a little wispy-haired doll. The boy bit his lip and caressed the effigy for a moment; up until now, the doll had been a construct of affection, if not unhealthy fixation. "Jean Baptiste..." He murmured, gently parsing the doll's feathery blond hair between his fingertips. "Don't want to be with me? Well we'll see about that too, *mon ami*!" Remy had harbored this crush for years now, ever since the pair had attended the same class in second grade. He'd never been able to really get close to Jean Baptiste, partially due to his own nervousness, but also because Jean Baptiste was a social maverick, while Remy was more of a 'weirdo'. They didn't share the same rung on the social ladder, that was for sure. Over time, a simple crush had become a crushing obsession. That obsession had *another* component too... Something a little more atypical than this already was. Remy was too young and inexperienced to fully understand it, but he often daydreamed about his beloved Jean being helplessly taped back into Huggies. Remy couldn't really explain the desire, he didn't really understand it. It'd started not too long after he'd first seen Jean Baptiste, back in second grade...He'd seen his classmate at the grocery store, and he'd seen Jean's mother put some sort of diapers into their cart, all while commenting about him being too old for them. The context had never been properly identified, and Remy had spent many nights with a restless mind that wanted to construct the scenario that fit around the scene. Had he been wetting the bed? Pooping his pants? Was he just not pottytrained, or being punished for acting like a baby? Those thoughts had festered and mutated over time, and what had started as a niggling little interest, an odd hobby, had become an obsession that lay parallel to his crush on the boy. Jean Baptiste was already so cute, with his wispy hair and goofy grins, but his mind added a diaper and a blush to that image at every opportunity. He looked down inside the chest again and picked up something small and white that had been inside. As could be expected with an obsession like his, he'd made a little 'diaper' to put on the doll of Jean; usually just for when he wanted to play 'pretend' and stretch the limits of his twisted imagination, but now, this doll wouldn't just be for idolatry. Remy had learned well the customs of his swamp-dwelling predecessors; his shelves had many tomes that explained well enough the supernatural forces that existed within the bayou. This doll wouldn't just be an effigy for long, but would become the vessel for change. He'd make his fantasies a reality, and show Jean Baptiste a thing or two about power, and about thinking he was too good for Remy Lafayette! The power of voodoo would run through his hands; with the proper ritual, this toy would become a plaything, and his crush would become a puppet to his whims. Remy began to pull other items out of the chest, arranging a spread of various little jars and satchels. His interest in the arcane had also started at a fairly early age, and become an obsession of its own. These mysterious forces made for a good conduit for the cajun boy to channel his manic energy, and his success in it had been the very thing to build his confidence enough to admit his feelings to Jean Baptiste. There was an irony to the fact that he'd now use it to vent his feelings upon Jean. Without further ado, he began to draw a circle on the floor, using a mysterious powder from one of the satchels. It was time to breathe life into this little doll of his, and come tomorrow, he'd put Jean Baptiste in his proper place within the universe. 'Laissez les bon temps rouler' It was impressive the restraint that Remy had. He could do so, so much, but he was holding off on it. A morning walk through the parish and he'd kept looking at the little doll in his hands, tempted to go ahead and mess with him, it was a life literally in his hands, but...Things needed to be done *right*. It'd be too easy to start making a bunch of changes right away. He needed every pen stroke of his script to be properly appreciated at a scenic pace. One thing was for sure though, he did want to get Jean in diapers before the end of the day. In the absence of reciprocal affection, he'd turn his love into malice, at least until he had calmed down. Maybe by then, Jean will have had time to reconsider his statements. Of course, if his restraint did end up buckling under the weight of all this power, he may just have Jean reduced for his own amusement. After a long walk, Remy found himself at the park, and more importantly, near the soccer fields. With Jean's petite frame and impressive stamina, soccer was a natural choice, and he was pretty good at it. Remy knew he'd be here to play a game today, and that was a perfect venue to debut the doll. Remy got comfortable in the bleachers, trying to be away from anyone who might see what he was doing. Fortunately, the audience was mostly friends and family of the players, so their attention was already spent elsewhere. He watched Jean play for a little while; he was scrappy, one of the smaller kids in their grade, but his 'cool and confident' attitude really made up for it. He sneakily got the doll out of his bag, as well as a few other assorted items. In that pile was a pair of needles, one with a blue skull and one with a red; the blue skull inflicted only temporary 'outages' or specific pains, while the red skull was for doing things that would cause some real damage. Remy reached for the blue. In his first test, he waited for Jean to run after the ball, and then he jabbed the doll in the leg with the needle. In real time, Jean suddenly tripped forward and rolled, ending up dazed with his bottom upturned on the field. The crowd got a good laugh out of that, while Jean was left totally confused. These smaller tests went on for a while. All it had really served to do was to make the player look like a total klutz, but it'd been entertaining, and it'd been proof of concept that his ritual had worked as intended. The voodoo doll was really a wonder of magic craftsmanship; it even reacted in a 'smart' way, as only intentional actions would affect the victim. It meant that he didn't have to worry about the doll linking every little thing like a mirror. It gave him a fine control over every intended detail. With that fine control, he was going to finish things off with something a little bigger. He got a tiny jar out of the junk pile. Inside of it was some bayou mud. He opened up the jar and scooped some out, and then with his other hand, he peeled back the waistband of the doll's briefs; with a cruel glint, Remy dropped the mud inside and immediately looked toward the field. Jean Baptiste had been demoted to a goalie for the rest of the game, since he'd been so clumsy today. Standing there bored, his body suddenly mirrored the state of the doll. He had no control as he began to flood with briefs with a semi-solid mush. Remy could read that expression and change in stance very well; even if he couldn't see the back of Jean's shorts, he knew the boy had pooped them. To make things more interesting, a ball was coming. Jean's instincts took over, knowing he had to try to block it, or else people would question what was wrong. So he dived, and as he did, Remy pulled down the shorts on the doll. The ball sailed past Jean and into the goal, and Jean hit the ground on his tummy, with his shorts around his ankles, and his rump again upturned to show the big lumpy mess in his undies, which had started to stain brown. The crowd erupted in uproarious laughter, and it didn't take long for someone to notice that Jean had crapped himself, so the mockery only grew worse. Jean got up, actually crying, which wasn't something that Remy had seen since that fateful day at the grocery store; the boy pulled up his shorts and ran, or waddled, off the field in a hurry. Remy had a pretty good idea of where Jean would go, so he started to make his way there himself. The park bathrooms were the closest place to have any hope of cleaning up, and indeed, the sobbing pantspooper had gone in. He poked his head in, trying to be sneaky, so he could get a good view of the boy. Jean was right inside, pulling down his shorts so that he could figure out what to do with his loaded briefs, as it wasn't a small accident by any measure. Remy grinned at the sight and pulled the doll back out of his bag. He'd made it a point to see Jean Baptiste in a diaper today, and by golly, he was going to accomplish that mission. So with some swift fingers, he changed out the muddy undies for the diaper. It happened in a blink of an eye. The soiled underpants suddenly transformed, puffing outward and growing oh-so crinkly in form. On the plus side, they weren't full of turds, but on the negative side...Well, it was a frickin' diaper. Jean Baptiste was of course shocked by this turn of events, but he didn't have a lot of time to process, because he started to hear footsteps coming in. As well as he could, he tried to get his shorts back up over the poofy diaper. Remy was just smiling as he came in and properly turned the corner. Jean saw him and scowled, looking away with a conflicted look on his face. "Oh, hey...That was uh, some game.." Remy commented, trying to sound somewhat affable, as if Jean hadn't stomped on his heart the day before. "A lot more tripping than usual...Maybe you should try the whole velcro thing again." That had been a more potent jab. Remy stuck his hands under the sink, pretending he came in here to wash them. "..And then that *other* thing...Did you seriously crap your pants or what? Slipped in some mud, maybe?" Jean Baptiste still wasn't looking at him. Seeing Remy again so soon was already emotionally complicated for him...He'd already been struggling with thoughts that he might actually like boys, so Remy coming and spilling his guts so openly, had kind of freaked him out. With his friends there too, he'd had to be extra defensive about the matter. Then even if he did accept that he found other boys cute, Remy was not one of those boys. Remy was strange and lame, and on a superficial level, he wasn't exactly in the same league. "N-no I didn't crap myself! I'm not slow or nothin! Was jus' mud!" Remy smiled and shook his head, putting some soap on his hands. "Right, right...Though, I'm guessin' it wouln't be the first time, huh, mon ami?" Jean Baptiste finally looked at him, with a somewhat confused face. "..What in the hell's bells are you talkin' bout?" "Second grade. I saw you at the store with your mama. She was buyin' you some Pampers, weren't she? So, ain't a stretch that you'd be makin' mud in your pants now." The boy's face grew more shocked over the course of that recounting, and he was speechless at first. His expression told Remy that Jean remembered exactly what Remy was talking about. "..T-that was years ago, and...it was, uh, for bedwetting, just in second grade." "..Just in second grade, huh? So you aren't still wearin' them Pampers? I mean, not that specific box, though you prolly haven't grown all that much since then.." He smirked, teasing the smaller boy, finally in a position of power. "..Y-yeah, just back then, whatever...Its ancient history. Look, I gotta get going.." He bristled, thinking about the mysterious diaper he was wearing, and how he needed to go somewhere more private to investigate it further. "Oh? Well, you should wash your hands first." Remy said, his suggestion sounding more like a command. As he dried his own, the guarded boy swept in to start washing his, in a state of easy submission. Remy turned and swiftly acquired the mud once more, as well as the blue skull needle. He stuck the needle in the doll's gut, which caused Jean to double over and start farting wildly in his diaper. Then just as quickly, Remy poured more mud down the back of the doll's diaper. "Ughhhh..N-no...what's..Mmph..!" Remy heard, interlaced with a rhapsody of toots. As he turned back around, he could see Jean was bent over, clutching his gut; the top of the diaper hung over the waistband of his shorts. For the second time in twenty minutes, Jean Baptiste was pooping his pants. Remy stood back and enjoyed the show. This was the exact thing he'd been daydreaming about for years, and now he got to see it for real. He watched as the back of Jean's shorts began to swell as the diaper puffed out with his big steaming pile. He couldn't help himself. He came up behind Jean and first put a hand on his shoulder, as if he was there to see if he was okay. Then he put his other hand on the back of the boy's diaper and grinned as he could still feel the pile growing in size and heat. "Oh, I guess you *do* still wear Pampers, cher! That must be it...Not ready for a boyfriend if you're still in the 'poopy diaper' phase, eh?" He smirked, giving the back of the loaded diaper a squeeze and then a few firm pats. Jean Baptiste was aghast. He finally finished filling his seat, shortly after Remy came over to harass him. Why was this happening? Where did this diaper come from and why did he just poop in it like a big dumb baby? And now Remy had seen it all... "...That's okay, I understand. I guess I didn't realize you were still just a *little boy*." Remy gave the diaper one more condescending squeeze and then he ruffled Jean's hair. "I'll be seeing you around, right? Diaper boy?" Jean just shuddered, blushed, and nodded. As Remy finally left, the petite blond was left with a loaded diaper and a big basket full of confused questions. (To be continued?)