LS9: The Crap-O-Lantern (Part 2)

As if the accentuated bulk of his diaper hadn't been bad enough, now the underoos on over them had a dozen chocolates crammed into the back, creating a lumpy topography. Worse, his body heat was overwhelming the cold night air, so stains were starting to form as the chocolate melted. "Maybe we should have dressed you as Professor Poopypants instead! Or Super Diaper Baby." Morty giggled, snapping the waistband back into place. "Too bad your cape isn't long enough to cover your butt!" The next few houses were agonizing. Every candy he accepted had to be vetted, for his own protection, which meant he wasn't accepting a whole lot. Hard candies and things that had been undefined, like candy corn or pixie sticks, were okay to take, since they harbored no impact on him. Those candies were too small though, so he was starting to see Morty quickly catch back up to him. He also kept hearing giggles and gossip behind his back from other kids, all of which had a perfect view at his faux pantload. After the third house, Jack knew he needed to change his strategy. He would need to start accepting more candy, that much was obvious, and the next ones that made the most sense were gummies and chocolates. Getting younger wasn't ideal, but it might help up his cute factor, and it'd make his diaper a little less embarrassing to waddle around in. He also considered that if he got small enough, Morty would be forced to give him a different costume, just like he'd mentioned at the beginning. The chocolates were embarrassing to think about. It was bad enough he was still stewing in his own filth from earlier, but to imagine that he'd continue soiling himself from every piece? It was a matter of pride, and as much as it pained him, he'd have to abandon that part of his ego to win the greater game. "Trick or treat!" Jack raised his arms up toward the occupant of the open door, the diaper in his hands only holding a meager selection at the moment. "Oh, how cute!" The woman gushed, reaching in her bowl to procure a bag of peanuts. "O-oh, m'allergic to peanuts." He fibbed, not willing to lose his mind on this path to victory. "You poor thing! Well let me see what else I have..." She pushed around the contents of the bowl and instead deposited a handful of tootsie rolls into the makeshift candy bag. "Thanks, I--" His face suddenly twisted up for a moment, and his knees gave a slight bend. As soon as those candies had fallen in the diaper, some jumbo-sized 'tootsie rolls' of his own had rapidly plopped into the seat of his other diaper. "..Everything okay, sweetie?" Jack nodded, while Morty snickered quietly and took him by the hand. "Sorry miss! My friend gets kinda excited, I think he mighta just pooed himself." The woman had assumed the diaper underneath the briefs was a part of the costume, but now she was blushing with secondhand embarrassment. "O-oh, my, well, you should hurry on home then!" Morty tugged Jack back down the sidewalk, "Finally trying to play to win, huh? You shoulda taken the peanuts though, they would have taken up a lot more space than those little tootsie rolls...Lot less space down here too." He said, giving Jack's messy bottom a firm squeeze. They didn't get much further down the street before being accosted by some older kids, likely in the middle of junior high. "Hey look, its Captain Underpants!" One of them jeered. A second one tugged on the red towel around Jack's neck, suddenly spotting something more amusing. "...No, its Captain Doodypants! The kid crapped himself! Are we that scary, cap?" Morty took a step back, content to let this play out on its own. Seemed fitting that a bully like Jack get a taste of his own medicine. Jack squirmed and tried to break loose from the tween's grip, but he just didn't have the physical strength! "Oh, actually..." The waistband got pulled back again, "Guys! He's wearin' a friggin' diaper!" The preteen pulled down and the chocolate filled underpants got pulled down to Jack's ankles, instead showing off the messy diaper underneath, which had the Jack-o-lantern plastic pants still covering them. Jack tried to cover his shame, but while he bent over, the bully shoved him and he tumbled to the ground on his mushy butt. "Alright, baby boy. Let's see some candy! Or are you like a pinata and I have to hit you first?" Shakily, and in humiliating submission, Jack raised up his candy filled diaper to offer it to them. They took one look and started laughing even harder. "Geeze, are you seriously getting candy in that? Is that supposed to be your extra change for later?" One of the boys knelt and grabbed a fistful of treats, "Little babies with smelly Pampers don't need candy anyways. Wouldn't want you getting a tummy ache!" Jack sniffled pitifully, and while he sat there in his own putrid filth, he suddenly cut loose in his diaper again with an explosive fart that sent forth a magmatic diarrheal flood into his seat. The preteen made a face of disgust as he heard the sloppy sound of wet poop rushing into his victim's diaper. "Ughh! Come on guys, let's go before the scaredy baby's 'pumpkin' gets anymore rotten!" Jack was left sitting on the concrete with hot excrement spreading all throughout the interior of his babypants, covering his butt and sneaking underneath into the front of the diaper too, which made his bladder involuntarily empty as well. Looking up, he could see that Morty had been pointing his wand at him, making it obvious that the brat had contributed to his humiliation via magic. "Uh-oh! I bet that feels real icky, huh?" The witch boy giggled, coming over to look down at Jack in all his stinky splendor. "I think that its time for a costume change, how does that sound?" "I think I'd rather have a diaper change..." Jack groaned, starting to carefully get back up off the ground. Mordred looked like he was contemplating it. "Hmm...You are gettin' really stinky... But then again, that wouldn't be much of a punishment...Oh, what to do?" The boy suddenly snapped his fingers, just like his mother tended to do, "I think a trade-off is in order! First, a new costume though. I'm thinking...Peter Pan! Only I'm betting you wanna grow up, huh?" He snickered, waving his wand again and poofing Jack into a new outfit. This one was undoubtedly better than before, though the tights he wore weren't really leaving much to the imagination when it came to his poopy diaper. They were bulging and the cloth was thin enough to show his pumpkin-pants beneath. Mordred than stuck his finger in the air, as if checking the current, and started to drag Jack off again. Every step was a gross, squishy affair in his messy diaper, and it was even harder to keep up now. "W-what about the diaper? You said something about a trade off?" Morty nodded, "Mmhmm! You'll get a clean diapee, Jack-o-lantern! But that means someone else has to wear that one..." Jack stuck his tongue out in disgust at the thought, but wasn't about to argue. As long as it resulted in a net positive for him, that's all that really mattered. The pair headed down the street, skipping over half a dozen houses, before Mordred seemed to find what he'd been searching for... Coming down the sidewalk, and not looking too much older than the start of their ordeal, were his two partners in crime! Gregory the dinosaur and Ethan the Power Ranger! Still following them around was that padded little demon boy, and the pair seemed frazzled to see Morty again. "W-we're following what your mom said, dude. We're getting candy, but this thing keeps eating it all!" One of them whimpered, pointing at the imp. "Yeah, how are we supposed to go back to normal if we can't keep any candy? And then there's those stupid kids that took a bunch of our candy too..." The other lamented, apparently having a run in with the same group that had just robbed Jack of more than his pride. Morty shook his head, "I dunno, but you guys better pick up the pace! You only got a couple of hours left, and houses don't give out candy all night! Anyways, me and your buddy here stopped by for a reason..." The witch boy made Jack turn around and stick out his bulging rump, he then tugged the tights down enough to show the seat of the diaper and gave it a firm pat to make the resulting squelching sound. "Mister Pumpkin-Pooper is super stinky! Don't you think you should help him out?" "Ewww! L-like, change his diaper..?" Ethan stuck out his tongue, taking a step back. "I was thinking more...Sharing the load. You guys are friends, right? And you all got into this together..." Gregory rose an eyebrow, "What do you mean 'share the load'?" Another flash from that little twig that Morty called a wand and he showed the pair exactly what he had in mind. Just as promised, Jack felt his messy diaper transform itself into a clean one, and in return, the midsections around the other two boy's costumes suddenly puffed out by a considerable amount and sagged in back. " ...There! Now you guys get to walk around with dookie pants for a while!" The pair looked mortified, their legs bowing out from their newfound loaded diapers. "T-this is disgusting! You can't do this!" Morty completely ignored their pleas and was instead focusing on their costumes instead, "I think you guys also need some adjustments with what you're wearing...So for you.." A flash, and the dinosaur costume became a 'baby dinosaur' costume, with an eggshell diaper that at least covered up the real one underneath. "...And Power Rangers don't wear Pampers, so for you, how about..." Zap! From red ranger into a toilet paper mummy, whose soiled diaper was much more prominent. "Kinda funny too, since you don't look like you know what to do with toilet paper anymore, huh? And I bet you want your 'mummy' too!" The two reduced delinquents were glaring at Jack, internally blaming him for everything that'd happened tonight, even though they'd done nothing to stop him in the first place. Their anger would have to wait however, because the little diaper devil was getting testy. "More candy now! More candy!" Mordred smirked, and tossed a piece of candy corn at the diaper mummy. "Better hurry up and get back to it, boys! If you wait too long, he'll get so hungry that he'll start eating the years right off of you!" It was no idle threat, since without a sugary offering, the baby dinosaur suddenly shrunk by a couple of inches, going from nine to eight. The pair panicked and made a run for the next house, their full pants making the run into a stilted waddle. "They really got their work cut out for them, huh?" The witch boy laughed nonchalantly, leading Jack to the next house. "If they don't pick up the pace, they'll be headed back to preschool! Or maybe even the nursery." Jack was disturbed by how little Mordred seemed to care about their eventual fates, but he was reminded by what the boy's mother had said about them being 'toys' for him. It seemed that magic-users didn't value so-called 'mortals' very much, which meant he'd need to be extra careful on how the remainder of his night proceeded. The rest of the street was just more of the same. He'd have to act cute and kiddy to get his candy, and with how much further ahead that Mordred had gotten, Jack could no longer afford to be picky with what he got. So each house was an exercise in humility; he lost age, he lost intelligence, he sucked his thumb, and he kept dropping ploppers in his Pamps. By the time they were turning onto the next street, it was growing late and Jack was in bad shape. He was five now, meaning he was smaller than his tormentor, and his IQ had taken enough of a hammering to put his mental capacity not too far off from the age he looked. His thumb had gotten wrinkled from all the time it spent in his mouth, so much that Morty gave him the pacifier from earlier back, and his diaper was filled to the brim with 'Hershey's'. Mordred had intentionally slowed down his own progress, to let Jack catch back up, so the candy in his pail was almost evenly matched to what was in the diaper that Jack was using as a bag. Getting this close to the end, Jack had become a little too dim to realize why it'd taken so long to make headway after so many houses. Morty had watched it happen from the beginning, but Jack had been more careful about it then...The diaper had holes, where a tot's legs should go, so candy was apt to slip out, especially as the diaper got fuller and fuller with sweets. Now Jack wasn't taking any measures at all to really stop it, so the diaper was 'leaking' and he was leaving a trail of candy corn, suckers, and smarties. "Only a few more houses to go, I think. We're almost out of time, anyways. I don't think Peter Pan suits you anymore though, you're looking more like Mikey now." Morty teased the smaller boy, starting to raise his wand. "I think you should wear something that really fits, Jack-o-lantern." With a twirl and a flash, the oversized Peter Pan costume shifted and morphed into Jack's final attire of the night: A cute little pumpkin costume, fit for a toddler. "Pumpy-kin?" Jack questioned, looking down at the orange material around him. "Yup! Though..." Morty waved a hand in front of his nose, "I think this pumpkin is way past ripe...Maybe we should change you first, before you burn my nose off." The magic kid looked down the street and squinted, "I'm sure mommy wouldn't mind if I played with a few extra toys..." (Concluded in part 3)