LS#3: Swayed (Part 1)

Long Story #3: Swayed (or "How I was Entranced by Hypnotic Huggies") (Content Tags: Facesitting, diaper sniffing, diaper worship, messy diapers, wet diapers, enslavement, mind control) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Saggy seat sways left, saggy seat sways right, I try to resist with all my might. Nowhere to run, no longer any fright, with my gaze upon his lumpy diaper seat, I've now seen the light. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The glistening white of it was what had first beckoned me, like a guiding star that hung above the night sky. I felt like a wolf baying to the pale full moon, while his shortalls had slowly descended down past his knees, and his amply padded bottom had been presented. It was a subtle fixation, at least initially, but it had been more than enough to captivate and monopolize my focus. That was the day that I had learned where I stand in the pecking order, and as misfortune would weave it, that position had been firmly under the warm, heaving seat of a freshly loaded diaper. To my immeasurable shame, it would also be from a position of artificially induced joy and reverence; I would be a slave to the stench, and I would worship at the altar of its lumpy grandeur. My thoughts, my feelings, they would all cease to be strictly my own, and instead I would have to cohabitate with the authoritarian input of my new master. All because I couldn't keep my big mouth shut; all because I couldn't resist the opportunity to belittle someone who seemed less capable than me. My story begins on an otherwise dull day, several months ago, before I'd been essentially enslaved. The house next to mine had been on the market for a while, and finally, it had been sold. I hadn't thought much about it at the time, though I had been somewhat excited at the prospect that a family with another kid my age might move in. Much to my disappointment, the family that'd moved in had only one son, and he was significantly younger than I was. It was lame, and I had written off anything positive coming from the new occupants, at least at first. The boy was maybe in second or third grade at the most, while I had recently entered middle school; the most I thought I could get out of it was an opportunity to push around some pitiful little brat. Oh the irony. I pretty much ignored the new family for the first few days that they were moving in. It wasn't until I saw the boy's parents bringing in groceries one afternoon, that I paid any mind to any of them; alongside the bags they were carrying was an enormous red box with the 'Huggies' logo printed on the side. My first thought was of course that they might have extended family coming to stay, but the boy pictured on the box seemed much older than what the typical Huggies model would be. These weren't baby diapers, or even toddler diapers, these were meant for bigger kids...Like their little brat. Oh, how scandalous! How juicy! The new kid on the street wasn't even pottytrained? I wanted to spread the rumor around the culdesac, but I couldn't yet be sure of its accuracy; at a minimum, I floated to one of my friends what I had seen, like a trial balloon that awaited his reaction. He didn't seem to believe it either, but mentioned offhandedly that it wouldn't exactly be hard to find out. There were plenty of methods of deductive reasoning that I could consider, or avenues to snoop for clues: I could ask the boy directly and see if his reaction gave anything away, or I could play the bully and just pull down his pants, and if I felt particularly brave, I could even go rooting in their trash can for 'evidence'. I vetoed the third, out of a disgust that I now wish I still had, but considered the first two as valid strategies. The boy's parents didn't seem the most attentive, as proven by the lad's latchkey attitude, so I wouldn't have to worry about being scolded for picking on him; well, unless he tattled. I bided my time, but I didn't let the thought consume me as some sort of obsession. After all, the stakes weren't all that high; it would just be confirming whether or not some single-digit runt still crapped in his drawers or not, and if so, then it'd be fuel for gossip and teasing. It still piqued my interest though, the thought that a kid only about four or five years younger than me, could still be in such a juvenile stage. It wasn't as if he seemed mentally or physically handicapped or anything either, which only gave the mystery more of an allure. Very soon, the right moment came to me. The boy had just gone outside to play in his front yard, and his parents seemed either absent or preoccupied. So, casually, as not to spook the squirt, I shoved my hands in my pockets and strolled down my sidewalk, before taking a U-turn and trotting across the yard to meet where it intersected with his. He was wearing white canvas shortalls, and his wispy blond hair had been made a mess by the warm Summer winds; he was sitting in the grass of his lawn, using his imagination to wage some epic war between the action figures below him. As I approached him I tried to peek at his midsection; it definitely seemed like there was a puffiness there, but the shortalls skewed my perception. "What'cha doing there, twerp? Playing with some toys?" I asked once I'd gotten close enough. He lowered his hands and turned his head to face me; as much as I'd been sizing him up, it looked as if he was now returning the favor. "Oh, hi. Yeah, I'm just havin' some fun. Did you wanna play too?" His tone felt earnest, but there was something else there...Something oddly confident and carefree. Stupidly, I had chalked that up to simple naivete. He was just a dumb little kid after all, maybe he wasn't familiar with kids that were older than him. Though to be fair, as I had gotten closer, I had noticed that he looked to have a pretty solid build, which contrasted greatly with my more slender one; our height had disparity, but I couldn't help but wonder if our weight was more similar. "Play? Nah, I'm too old for baby toys like that. I just saw you moved in last week and I thought I'd come introduce myself." Diplomacy was my first line of offense, as hollow as it in fact was. It'd be easier to get to the bottom of what he wore on his bottom, if I kept him pacified with some thin layer of politeness. "I'm Hugo. I'm twelve and in sixth grade, what about you?" The younger boy was still smiling, seemingly unaware of my cruel intentions to humiliate him and more surprisingly, unoffended by my 'baby toys' remark. "Hello Hugo, my name is Tatum! I'm seven and just started second grade. Nice to meet ya." 'What a dorky name' I remember having thought. Now though, it didn't seem so funny, especially after my own name had been butchered with alliterative mockery. "Oh, cool...cool...So, Tatum...You're a 'big boy', right? Not a baby?" I tested, watching his face carefully to see any hint of an emotional response. Tatum didn't seem at all perturbed by the question and instead gave his stomach a playful pat before laughing it off, "Yeah, I'd say so! I'm prolly the biggest kid in my class." I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering if he was being dense, or if he was intentionally avoiding a real answer here. "No, I don't mean size, I mean...Well, like...Pottytraining. I mean, as an example, only babies wear diapers, right?" There was a terrifying twinkle in those amethyst eyes of his. "Hmm...I dunno about that. It probably takes more than that to be a baby! Why are you asking?" His tone was less innocent now and instead hinted a coy cleverness that I would never had expected. Usually when I messed with a little brat like this, it only took a little hassling to bring them to tear-streaked pieces! But Tatum almost appeared even more emboldened by my probing questions. I now wish that I'd listened to my gut feeling in that moment. I wish that I'd apologized for my brashness and scurried back home with my tail between my legs. Instead, I'd tried to match his energy. "Because I saw your mommy and daddy the other day." I began in a mocking voice, "And they had a big ol' box of DIAPERS. Were those for you?" Tatum tilted his head, his smile twisting into something more amused. He wasn't embarrassed by what I said in the least. "Why are you so curious? You mus' really like diapers, huh? You have to, if you came all the way over to ask about that." His eyes focused at my narrow waistline, "Hmm, well, I bet you could prolly fit into some yourself. You're kinda dinky. Is that what you want?" He was still avoiding a direct answer and now he had the gall to taunt me! "W-what?! No! That's not what I'm trying to say, you clod! I'm saying that you're a little diaper-wearing baby! Are you gonna deny that or not?" Tatum teetered on his rump, looking to be contemplating something. "Hmmm...Well, if you're really that curious, then I guess I should tell you..." He started to slowly get to his feet, leaving his toys in the grass near his toes. He kept his back to me and started to fiddle with the straps to his shortalls. Would he really make things so easy? No nervous denial or indignation? "Keep your eye on the birdy!" The straps became unclipped and he let them fall from his shoulders, causing the bib of the garment to wilt forward and fold in on itself. I had my arms impatiently folded in front of my chest, just wanting to know if my suspicions had been warranted or not. As the brat began to wiggle and slither out of the shortalls, I could finally catch sight of my prized 'white whale' breaching the foamy surface. It was first just the white waistband, and then with a few more inches, I could see the thick expanse of the back paneling of the elusive diaper itself. Something about seeing it did something to my mind; I felt myself hyper focus on the sharp contrast of the puffy white Huggies and the red shirt he still had on. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. Tatum stepped carefully out of the shortalls which now had pooled around his ankles and he cocked his head back to look at me. "Well? This is what you wanted to see, right? My Huggies? I bet you want a closer look, right?" He slyly asked without the slightest hint of embarrassment over the infantile thing that he was showcasing. As he asked, he wiggled his padded butt, causing the puffy ( and possibly used!) Diaper to heavily sway back and forth like a pendulum. ((This story was too long to post all at once, so the second half will be labeled Part 2))