LS9: The Crap-O-Lantern (Part 3)

About halfway down the road, while most of the kids had already turned in for the night, there were still some bigger kids out and up to no good. The middle schoolers that had picked on Jack and his friends earlier were still out, and still trying to shake down the last of the children that were still around. "I think that poopy diaper is full enough to share around, don't you?" "Gimme diapee change! Its all stinky and full of poo-poo!" The mentally reduced 'Kindergartner' demanded, trying to grab the soiled thing through his pumpkin costume. "Your wish is my command, Jack-o-lantern. Besides, I'm not sure if you could go to anymore houses without leaking..." Morty aimed his wand down toward the group of bullies and mumbled some words. In an instant, Jack felt his Pampers getting lighter and his rump becoming clean, while the middle school boys suddenly stopped their harrassment as the back of their pants ballooned out with their briefs turning to fully loaded diapers. "..There we go! All nice and clean for the little baby. At least until you get some more candy." Morty watched in sadistic satisfaction as the older boys were caught by surprise and stopped trying to shake a group of kids down for their hard earned candy. Instead, they began to make a mad waddle away, probably to go home and figure out what the heck had just happened to them. The witch boy led the tyke to the last few houses on the street, each one bringing their little game closer and closer to an end. By this point, Jack had grown too young and dimwitted to be rational in his decision making, so he was starting to eat candy between houses, even though he was so close to winning his freedom. At the very last house, the owner looked to be over the moon at how cute the little pumpkin tot was, and she gushed while dumping the last of her bowl into the boy's crinkly 'candy sack'. On the one hand, this was actually enough candy to push him over the edge of victory, on the other hand, it was nothing but chocolate bars. "Me win! Me win! Me--" Jack was jumping for joy, until a gassy eruption interrupted him and he was forced to squat down. His face grew red like the harvest moon and the back of his pumpkin costume began to rapidly bulge and swell with the wet, sloppy sound of total evacuation. It was such an immense unloading, that for the first time this evening, he actually suffered a blowout, and brown splotches began to form all over the back of his costume. "Uh-oh, looks like too much fertilizer for the poopy pumpkin!" Mordred teased, watching the costume sag further down with the weight of its filling. "Guess you really are a Crap-O-Lantern, buh?" Jack's lip warbled as tears began to spring forth from his eyes, "B-but, but, me still win!" He insisted, thinking a pyrrhic victory was still worth the hefty Huggies he'd made. "Gotta let me go to da' party!" "Potty? Is that what you said? Sounds a little too complicated for you." Morty smirked, taunting the tot's newfound lisp. "Noooo! Party!" The boy fussed in return, stomping a foot, his diaper sloshing and candy falling out of the 'bag' he was holding, just enough to turn the tides too. "Oh, the party. That's right, the one for big scary teenagers... Well, let's take a look and see who got more candy." Morty said, gesturing for Jack to hold out the candy-stuffed diaper he'd been carrying the whole evening. "Tsk, tsk...Nope, looks like my pail is fuller than yours...Well, candy pail at least, I'm thinking you'd win if it was a diaper pail contest. I'm the winner here, Jackie boy, but I did say that you could still go to your precious party. I wonder if your friends ever made it there...?" There was some serious doubt over that. The witch had given them an impossible task, since she'd sent her voracious imp along with them; there was almost no way they could have outpaced his hunger with the candy they were getting. Best case scenario, they had broken even by staying around the same age they'd initially regressed down to. Though it was funny to think how they'd spent the last few hours scrambling around, having to waddle house to house in Jack's putrid Pampers. "Now, let's see...What's my prize...Oh! First, since the game is over, let's change some things back to normal." Mordred tapped Jack's candy bag with his wand and the effects of the contest began to fade. Intelligence returned to him, and his lost age also came back, quickly putting him back into the same state the contest had started him in; he still wasn't a teen again, since that hadn't been Morty's work in the first place. So now Jack was nine again, fully cognitive, but still wearing an overloaded diaper, a humiliating pumpkin costume, and lump-laden green tights where the blowout had occurred. "...Ugh..." Jack fidgeted in place, feeling the hot mush spreading around and plopping down the back of his thighs. "Can't you do something about this shitty diaper too?" Morty clicked his tongue some more, "So impatient...And still such a potty-mouth! Guess that matches your potty-pants. Now, before I change anything else, like that diaper, you have a decision to make. Do you want to go to your party like this, or like your normal age?" Jack seemed confused; what kind of question was that? The choice should be simple! Or was there some sort of trick to it? He bit his lip and really thought it over, which Morty seemed fine to let him do. Meanwhile, in stunning coincidence, a mother and her toddler were walking by on the other side of the street. "...Oh, honey, you pooped." She said, checking the back of the toddler's diaper by tugging out the waistband and peering inside. "That's a big one too, we'll need to change you before we head home." The witch-boy grinned, "...Well? Would it be better to show up as a little kid or a teenager? Either way is fine with me... Your punishment isn't over yet, but I did promise you your party, Mr. Pumpkin-Pooper." "A teenager, obviously! There's no little kids allowed at the party! There's going to be booze and--" Jack suddenly remembered who he was talking to, "--Uh, 'smooching'. And if Ethan's still a little brat, then I guess that means I'll be the one getting to 'smooch' Christina!" "What a loyal friend you are." The boy snarked dryly in return, "Okay then, a teenager you'll be." True to his word, Jack was soon growing back to his normal size, and his soiled costume was fading away, leaving only the pumpkin-pamps that'd been a constant throughout all his wardrobe changes. "Learn any lessons tonight?" Jack scoffed, tugging at the waistband of the garment, "Yeah, don't take a dump in a witch's yard, or else her little brat will make your Halloween a living hell...Now, can you make this diaper disappear too?" Mordred planned on making a diaper disappear, but not the one Jack was wearing, which had grown with him to an adult size. "Don't be so impatient. Now, let's remember how you messed up in the first place. That diaper, with the cute little jack-o-lantern cover, was the pumpkin that you pooped in. I spent a lot of time carving it, with no magic at all!" The younger boy gave it a gentle pat on the now empty backside, "Think about how that must feel? Especially for the Jack-o-lantern! To have someone go number two right in the ol' gourd." Jack looked confused as to where this was going, until he realized that Mordred was looking right past him and was instead watching the little boy across the street getting his diaper changed. The teen glanced back at Morty nervously, "...What are you getting at?" "You're going to your party in the right costume. You're going to be a 'Crap-O-Lantern', just like what you called my pumpkin after pooping in it. You didn't want to go in that cute little costume, so I think you should get a taste of your own medicine... To see how you like it." Mordred pointed his wand again, at the balled up diaper on the ground next to the toddler. "Don't worry so much, I'll change things back after your little party." Before Jack could do anything to stop him, the spell had been cast, and his mind was magically replaced by the stinky heft of the discarded diaper; his thoughts shifted right away and drool dribbled down his chin. The teen's IQ was only as good as the poo-packed Pamps he now called his brain, and he was already starting to pick his nose and toot in his own diaper. Imagine Christina's surprise when the doorbell rang, and instead of another esteemed guest to her Halloween shindig, it was Jack standing there in just a giant adult diaper. "...Jack? Is this some kind of joke? I said no costumes! And where's Ethan and Greg?" The drooly dumbass turned around and stuck his rump out at the girl, and more of the party-goers had come to see who was at the door. "Me da' Crap-O-Lantern! Brain is boom-boom diapee! Me gonna make you big, big tootsie rolls!" That was no lie. Much to the disgust of the rest of Jack's peers, the teenage disgrace started to squeeze log after log out into his diaper; each turd making a gassy descent and landing with a squishy sounding plop in the pumpkin-pants. Slobber flowed from his lips and down his slackened jaw, while everyone had to watch him make a total tard out of himself. Christina had seen enough. "Jack, you're so fucking gross! You and your friends are never coming to one of my parties again!" She shouted, while the other party-goers were laughing and taking videos with their phones. The door slammed, leaving Jack outside in his own filth, with Morty stepping out from behind a tree to retrieve the poobrained dummy. "Guess they don't want you in there, huh? That's okay, you can come back home with me. Its after midnight, so I bet your friends are trying to make my mom turn them back to normal." After a long trek back to the house where it had all began, Mordred was completely correct in his assumption. Ethan and Gregory, still in their juvenile costumes and their saggy diapers, were begging the witch to turn them back into teens. They were younger than Mordred expected, looking to both be around five or six. The witch-boy looked up at Jack, who was still mindlessly and noisily defecating himself and looking to enjoy it. "What should we do with all them, mommy?" "They're your toys sweetie, we can do whatever you'd like." Mordred yawned, exhausted from the events of the long night. "I'm too tired to decide. Besides, I'm pretty much bored of them anyways." The boy admitted, heading inside the house to eat some candy and go to bed. He'd looked to have completely forgotten about fixing what he'd done to Jack. "Well, you heard my son. He no longer wants to play with you." The witch told them, waving them away with her hand. "I hope the three of you grow up to learn some better manners this time; nobody will remember the age you used to be...Or the intellect you used to have." She added, targeting Jack with that last comment. She shut the door behind her. Just as it had begun in her yard, now it ended in her yard, with three well-punished hooligans and an unceremonious farewell. (The End! Happy Halloween!)