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Diapered At The Mall

Chapter 7

After that incident, I put my feelings aside and stayed away from the mall for quiet awhile. My life was pretty good and I was able to enjoy it for the better part of a year. I was a 13 1/2 year old 8th grader, not at all unpopular, and a 2nd honor roll student. I would be in high school next year and had nothing to worry about.

Around springtime or so, I began having a lot of strange dreams, some of which were of the pornographic persuasion. In all of these dreams, I was at the mall and I was diapered. I tried as best as I could to ignore them, but they wouldn't go away and neither would the feelings that accompanied them. I was faced with the task of returning to the mall and buying diapers.

However, unlike my previous adventures, I was older and wiser and had a plan. I was not going to embarrass myself. I would go after school, towards closing time and make my purchase discreetly. Then I would sneak the package home and into my room for me to enjoy. Nobody would be the wiser.

Some time around May or so, I exercised my plan. After school, I quickly ran home. Then, I gathered up my allowance money and left a brief note for my parents. I went to the bus stop and waited. Surely enough. There was the bus heading to the mall. I paid the fare and got on. Pleasure, here I come.

I had never seen the mall so empty. There were people there, but there were no crowds, no groups of meandering kids, nobody to laugh at me. I looked around the place briefly before making my way to the pharmacy. It, too, was empty. I picked out a pack of baseball cards and pretended to look for a few more things before I made my way over to the diaper aisle. They had so many different types of diapers there that it was hard not to stare.

I settled on Attends, just like last time. They felt pretty good. I also picked up a small container of wipes and some powder. I continued my charade of shopping before dragging the items up to the register. This was the first item I'd be buying diapers. The clerk on duty was a Hispanic young woman in her early 20's. She smiled and rang up the items. When she saw the diapers, her smile widened.

"My grandpa just got out of the hospital," I explained. It wasn't a total lie. He was recovering from surgery, but was no means incontinent. Oh well, she bought it. I paid and she bid me a nice day. Yeah, real nice so far.

I thought I was home free and began to make my way towards the exit when I ran across a group of teenage girls. They looked about 17, were scantly clad in shorts and tank tops, and were smoking. They looked up when the saw me, and I waved before walking on. I prayed they didn't see what was in the bag.

I heard them whispering amongst themselves and at last one of them called to me. "Hey kid," she said.

I turned around. "Yeah?" I answered, thankful that my voice was getting deeper.

"Umm, are those diapers?"

Fuck! I decided to try to play this cool. "Yeah, why?"

"See, I told you!" said one of the girls.

The inquiring girl giggled then threw me a real shocker. "Are they for you?"

"Why would they be for me?"

"Well, we saw you buying them slick and you looked kinda nervous."

Damn, I was caught for sure. Item for plan B. "Yes, they are for me. See, I lost this bet with my friend Gary. He said he'd let the $20 I owe him slide if I went out to the mall and did something stupid. So I bought diapers. What's more stupid then that?"

I tried to sound sincere, but I don't know if they were buying it. They whispered again then popped an even bigger question. "How much do you get if you do something really stupid?"

"What?" I replied. "Well, I don't know, this was dumb enough."

"I'll tell you what," one of them said. "We'll give you $20 and then some if you put one of those on and wear it."

That offer would normally be a dream come true, but I was still stuck in normal adolescent mode. "No way."

"Gee, I guess you're the wrong guy."

"Guess you don't have the balls to do it."

"I hate guys that are scared like that."

"OK, fine I'll do it. But you can't tell anybody about this."

"Do as we say and we won't. Otherwise..." My heart sank with fear. What was I getting myself into?

"I'm Holly," said the brunette. "This is Lynn," she pointed to the more heavyset, blond. "And Jackie," she identified the thinner girl with medium brown hair who asked the question in the first place.

"I'm Steve."

"No, actually, I think we'll just call you baby Stevie," said Lynn.

"I like that," said Holly.

"I don't," I said, but was ignored.

"Jackie, go and get a few supplies for the new baby," ordered Lynn.

"OK," she responded and headed off towards the pharmacy. I got a good look at her ass while she did.

"How old are you, Steve?" asked Holly.

"13 1/2"

"Oooh, big 13," said Lynn.

"Forgive her, she's a bitch," said Holly. "Were all 17."

"Yeah, and that means we're all bigger and older then you."

Little did they know I had a bit of an edge on them, but I wasn't ready to reveal it just yet. At that moment, I heard impending footsteps. "Shit, it's the cops," said Lynn. "Hide the smokes."

"I hope it's that guy Rick," said Holly. "He's cute for a cop."

"No, it's the black guy."

Captain Donner! If I wanted to get out of trouble before it started, now was my chance. Lynn poked me in the ribs and warned me to play along as the captain approached.

"Hi girls," he said.

"Hi officer."

"Hey Steve, keeping out of trouble?"

"Yes, captain."

"Good. So everything's OK here?"

"Yes officer."

"Closing time is in an hour and a half. I'll be back here by then and you'd better be gone."

"Yes officer."

He continued his rounds and left us alone. "So you know the cop," said Lynn. "Wow, you're special."

At that moment, Jackie returned with the supplies. When I saw what was in the bag she was carrying, I nearly freaked. A baby bottle, a bib, a pacifier, some castor oil, and a roll of masking tape.

"Hell no," I said, starting to get cold feet.

"Sit down and shut up" said Lynn. "You're doing this whether you like it or not."

"Oh yeah, well I'll tell everyone you smoke!"

The three of them started laughing. "who's going to believe a 13 year old over us?" They had a point.

"We'll hold him down, you get going," said Lynn to Jackie. Lynn and Holly pinned me down to the bench while Jackie began to strip off my clothes. When I was entirely naked and well subdued, she amply powdered me and put a diaper on me. She then took the tape and re-enforced the tape on the Attends for a tight seal. Just when I was about to scream for help, they gagged me with the pacifier. My hands were taped tightly in front of me, and I was rendered helpless by the 3 girls.

"Now listen up," said Lynn. "From now until we tell you, you are a baby and you'll listen to our rules or else you'll regret it. First of all, your not taking off anything we put on you, and that includes your diaper. You're going to use it and we'll change you. If you shit in it, you're going to have to ask real nice. Second rule, no talking unless we tell you. If you want something, you're going to have to cry like a baby. Third, you're not going to tell anybody about this and neither are we. Get it?"

I nodded. "Good."

"I think he needs a drink," said Holly. "Jackie, give baby his bottle."

"Why me?"

"Because we said so. Do it unless you want to join him."

"Your totally unfair," she pouted, but poured castor oil into the bottle anyway.

The pacifier was taken out, but I was warned to keep quiet. "Here you go," said Jackie, as she shoved it between my lips.

"Drink!" ordered Lynn.

I grudgingly gulped the vial liquid down. In the process, I nearly choked on it. At last, the bottle was removed. "You OK?" asked Jackie. I nodded. She poured a little soda into the bottle and told me to drink that to wash it down. I took it gracefully and it tasted a lot better then castor oil.

I could see Holly was getting a camera ready. "OK, crawl across the floor so we can get a nice picture."

"No!" I said in protest.

"That does it, you're going to get it you little twerp!" said Lynn. The three girls hoisted me off the floor and pulled me over Lynn's knee. Holly removed her belt, and her pants sagged a bit revealing her attractive panties.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Too late."

The pacifier was stuck pack in my mouth and my diaper was unsealed. Lynn spanked me 25 times, before turning me over to Holly. She gave me only 10 lashes with it, but by then I was in too much pain to care. They then gave the belt to Jackie. "He's gotten enough already," she said.

"Give him some more," said Lynn. Jackie gave me 5 light smacks, using her hand. I was sobbing. They put my diaper back on me and sealed it up tight, and made me sit in pain for a minute or two before repeating their request for me to crawl. I nodded and crawled on the floor like a baby. They commented on how cute I was and snapped a few pictures. My dignity had been discarded, but a part of me was enjoying this.

Soon, the bottle I drank was beginning to get to me. I started to squirm a bit, but given a limited range of motion I wasn't able to do anything that would prevent the inevitable. I found a decent position and let go.

"Look, the baby's wetting his diaper," said Holly. She pointed at my crotch. I looked down and saw the Attends was developing a yellowish tint.

I also had to move my bowels. I was far less comfortable doing this, but I couldn't counteract the castor oil and ended up pooping in my diaper.

"You smell something?" asked Jackie.

"Yeah, it smells like somebody shit their pants...or their diaper," answered Holly. They laughed at me in unison.

"Shouldn't we like change him or something?" asked Jackie.

"No, let him sit in his mess," said Lynn.

I wasn't too happy about that but there wasn't much I could do. Then I remembered that the rules stated I'd have to ask real nice if I wanted to be changed. And the only way I could ask was by crying. Despite the powder, my privates were beginning to itch and my patience was running low. I pictured a dozen people or so staring at me, and that thought got me bawling like a baby.

"Hey I think he might be getting a rash," said Jackie.

"Why don't you change him then?" both girls asked her.

"Why me?"

"Cuz I said so!" said Lynn.

"Actually it's because we're both too lazy," Holly confessed.

"OK, fine," she answered. "This is going to be really gross."

"You've baby-sat before, right?"

"Yeah, but not for a kid this big!"

"Hey," said Holly. "Doesn't Felicia Gurney's little brother wear diapers?"

"I think you're right," said Lynn. It appeared we had a common acquaintance.

"Lie down on your back," Jackie instructed me. I did exactly what she said and even put my feet in the air to make her job easier. She tore away the tape surrounding my diaper and let it fall off.

"Ew, gross," she said. She took a wipe and began to wipe me. This made me get more and more aroused and it was visible. When she had finished wiping me, she went to wash her hands leaving me vulnerable and naked. While she was gone, Lynn and Holly advanced upon me (author's note: not rape). They were intrigued by my erection.

"Looks like he's enjoying this," said Holly.

"Not a bad size for only 13," said Lynn. "But compared to Gabe it's tiny."

I felt pretty offended by that comment, and was about to cry again when Holly began massaging powder all over me, and especially onto my penis while Lynn watched. I was about to explode with pleasure when she at last slid the diaper up over me to avoid the mess. The humiliation I suffered today was well worth it just for that feeling.

Jackie returned and Holly told her that I was getting off on this treatment. "Oh really?" she asked with a smile. "Let's see if he likes this." With the pacifier still in my mouth, she approached and put her lips over it. This caused us to kiss and she slipped her tongue in and began to frantically massage the inside of my mouth with it. The feeling was intense and it caused a visible bulge in my diaper. I felt like I was the star of a low budget porno film at this point.

It got better. "You know, he's been a pretty good baby except for that one incident," said Holly. "I think he deserves a reward." Holly pulled down her jeans a bit and allowed me to see her underwear in full view. "Like what you see?" she asked.

I nodded. She also allowed me a quick glance at her breasts before covering up again. At this point I didn't know if they were doing this to make me horny or antagonize me.

"It's a half hour till closing time," said Lynn. "Let's go down to the pizzeria and visit Gabe. He should be closing up shop." Her companions nodded and dragged me up off the floor. I wasn't anticipating the next part, but they had a firm grip as we walked to the pizzeria. Holly and Lynn went inside while Jackie waited outside for me. I could overhear what was going on.

"Hey Gabe, looking hot with that chef's hat on."

"Yeah, I think it looks cool, too. What's up babe?"

"We've got a surprise for you," said Holly.

"Oh yeah?"

"Jackie, bring him in." I tried to back away at the last moment, but Jackie all but threw me inside. When Gabe saw me he started laughing hysterically.

"What's going on?" he asked at last. Lynn explained the whole story, adding to my surprise she had planned something like this out the moment she saw me at the mall. Apparently, she had remembered me from last year's incident.

"Your either really stupid," Gabe said to me. "Or you're got a lot of balls doing something like that. Either way, you get some pizza." We all sat down and he brought over a pie. I sat between Holly and Jackie while Lynn sat next to her man. My mouth and hands were freed but I was warned not to cause trouble. I still had to drink Coke from my baby bottle, but other then that, they let me eat like an adult.

I got a good look at what it was like to be a teen. They talked freely about sex, drugs, and other things unwholesome with wanton abandon. Me, I was no geek, but I wasn't about to go off smoking, drinking and fucking every girl in sight when I turned 17. Or was I? Hopefully not.

I had to go to the bathroom again, and filled by diaper. It smelled a little bit, but the odors of powder and pizza were able to cover it pretty well. I realized I liked the feeling of a wet and messy diaper almost as much as I liked the feeling of a dry one.

As it came down to closing time, I was paid my $25 even though we both knew that the bet was fictitious. That was nice of them, but they refused to take off my diaper. They also said if they ever saw me in the mall again, they'd do the same thing. We parted company on good terms, but I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to meet any of them again.

I rode the bus home in a very full diaper. My parents thankfully trusted me enough and had read my note, so they didn't hassle me. My sister on the other hand wasn't as considerate.

"What happened at the mall?" she asked. I made her take an oath of secrecy before I explained it to her. She thought it was very weird. Indeed, it was. We drew up an agreement that if I gave her the $25 (she needed it for something, whereas I didn't particularly), she would not only keep that incident a secret, but she would keep my diapers a secret as well. She even volunteered to change me if that was what I wanted. I was a bit too embarrassed at this point at having my sister change me, but I liked the attention so It told her that was fine.

"Thanks," she said, taking the money.

"Just curious, what do you need it for anyway. You can tell me."

"Well, if you have to know, you aren't the only one in need of protection. I need to pick up some tampons, and I also want to pick up a few other things so I'll be ready in case my boyfriend and I want to go all the way."

"Aren't we a little young for that?"

"You maybe, but I'm 15 1/2. Half the girls my age have been laid already."

"Just don't get pregnant."

"Hey, I don't need 2 babies to take care of," she said, giving my diapered behind a pat. She changed me and we each went to sleep.

I don't think I had done more growing in one day then I did during that day at the mall. It made me realize that the world's was a scary place and everyone was a potential victim. Yet even though the incident happened at the mall, it still seemed like a haven to me. All the harassment, embarrassment and indignity I have suffered there always was followed by a happy ending, and I felt safe knowing that every time I returned, it'd be with a clean record and new taste for adventure. Make that a diaper adventure.