    Wet Revenge and the Magic Diaper

    Summary: A 12-year-old boy named Tommy is constantly humiliated at
    school for having a wetting accident. He fears he will never gain
    respect when he comes across a glowing package of diapers that was
    mysteriously left on his porch. He finds a baby monitor and as soon as
    he touches it he is locked in a diaper with wish-granting abilities.
    Now he can finally get his revenge.

    Part 1: Getting Ready!

    I'm Tommy, and boy, do I hate school! It was the first day and I was
    planning on making a good first impression. I was going to try and
    become a cool kid. I've tried several times before at my old schools
    but by halfway through the school year I was already classified as an
    average.

    Being an average wasn't bad. They were sometimes left alone and
    sometimes targets for the cool kids to pants or wedgie. I was given
    both on numerous accounts which totally diminished my cool-kid chances.

    I got out of bed, yawned, stretched, and scratched my butt. I looked in
    the mirror and stared at my footed motorcycle pjs. I began taking off
    my pajama shirt then my pants. I was eventually left in my white briefs
    which had a red elastic waistband. I pulled my undies off and headed
    for the shower. I finished washing myself, feeling so excited about my
    first day at this new school.

    I guess I was too excited as I soon put on my white briefs with a blue
    elastic waistband this time and a blue t-shirt and hurried out the
    door.

    "Hey stupid! Forget something?!" shouted my brother who was one year
    older than me but was only about an inch taller than me. I turned
    around and almost peed myself from the embarrassment of being outside
    in my undies. I ran inside and slammed the door shut quickly not even
    checking to see if anyone had noticed me.

    "HaHaHaHa! What a wuss!" My older brother Sean said, pushing me to the
    ground. I scuffed at him, earning me a kick in the balls. I cried in
    pain and clutched my genitals while heading back to my room. I grabbed
    some jeans shorts, put them on, and hopped out the door to the bus
    stop.

    It should be noted that I forgot to use the bathroom in all the
    excitement.

    Part 2: Meeting my Allies and Future Targets

    When I arrived at school I ran down the hall to my new locker location.
    We were given our locker numbers in the mail.

    "Lets see, where is it?" I said, looking at the numbers. "AH HA!" I
    said as I reached number 364B. I put in the combination and opened it.
    Unbenounced to me, a boy slightly taller than me threw his backback at
    his locker but missed and hit me in the back. I winced in pain and the
    boy walked over to pick his backpack up.

    "Hey! You made me miss, squirt!" said the boy.

    "So!" I shouted back. This got him angry and he held me against my
    locker and stared coldly at me. I grew scared.

    "Tough guy, huh! What's your name!" He shouted.

    "T-Tom," I said.

    "Tom? Okay then. My name's Bruce. You'd better watch your back!” he
    said while punching me in my stomach, barely missing my balls. I
    grabbed it in pain and silently began crying but made sure I was facing
    my locker while doing it. I put my books inside my locker and closed
    it.

    "AHHH!" I shouted, seeing a surprising face.

    "Hey Tommy!" The boy chuckled.

    "Dylan? Dylan from the old school! Oh my gosh! I can't believe it!" I
    shouted in excitement. My best friends Dylan was going to this school
    too. I felt a slight trickle in my pants but I didn't notice it that
    much and it wasn't very visible. Before I could continue with my
    excitement Dylan pulled me into a bear hug. He then quickly let me go,
    realizing what the other kids might think.

    "It's great seeing you here, man." Dylan said while blushing.

    "You too! So what's your first class?"

    "Miss Hutchans."

    "Mine too!" I shouted, amazed.

    "Really, cool!" He said as we both rushed off. Before we could make it
    to class; however, we were stopped by a group of 15-year-olds.

    "Well, look what we have here, fresh meat!" said the apparent leader.
    Dylan and I began shaking. I felt another trickle.

    "They look like a pair of babies!" said the leader's accomplice.

    "Yeah, they do! Where's your diapers, babies?!" The leader laughed and
    pushed Dylan and I against the wall. "Oh, sorry. I didn't introduce
    myself. I'm Seth, the leader of the seniors of this school. Behind me
    are the seniors. We've decided that since this is my last year we have
    decided to go out with a bang! We're choosing a small group of newbies
    to humiliate and embarrass for out pleasure, and guess what? You two
    have been randomly chosen to be the first two members,
    Congratulations!" he sneered.

    Dylan and I were so scared we really didn't know what to say. I managed
    to speak, however.

    "But why us?" I asked.

    "Because I said so!" he laughed then walked off with the seniors
    following him. Dylan and I looked at each other and gulped. We then
    headed off to class.

    Part 3: The Humiliation

    Dylan and I got into class and sat at our seats next to each other. Ms.
    Hutchans was writing something on the board when I heard Bruce's voice.

    "Hey there, squirt!" he said while smiling evilly. I gulped and turned
    away from him.

    "You know him?" Dylan asked.

    "I guess you could say that," I said nervously.

    They started without much happening. Everything was going fine until it
    was time to introduce ourselves in front of the class. I was planning
    on making a speech a cool kid would and set my reputation for the year.
    However, I overlooked one obstacle.

    "Pisst! Dylan! I gotta pee! REEEEEEAl bad!" I whispered to him.

    "So, just ask the teacher for a pass," Dylan suggested. I said it was a
    good idea and raised my hand. Ms. Hutchans glared at me which gave me a
    hint to put my hand down, which I did. When the student at the board
    was finished talking about himself and sat down Ms. Hutchans called on
    me.

    "Now you may ask your question, Tom?" She said.

    "Yeah, um, can I go to the bathroom?" I asked.

    "Didn't you go when you first arrived at the school?" She asked.

    "Well...no...but I..."

    "I'm afraid it will have to wait until the presentations have been
    finished. I'm sorry." She stated. I slouched in my chair and looked at
    Dylan, who looked worried. Not even half the class had presented yet. I
    had to wait through all of them.

    About 20 minutes later I was holding-- no-- squeezing my crotch, trying
    as hard as I could to not let the pee flow. Dylan was doing his next.
    It was just me, him, and Bruce now. He noticed my discomfort and
    hurried through his presentation. Ms. Hutchans noticed his quick pace
    and made him do it again but slower. I was struggling now.

    Bruce came up and noticed my discomfort as well. I stared at him and he
    stared at me and smiled. I gulped.

    Bruce started really slow and took about 15 minutes before Ms. Hutchans
    sent him to his seat. She called on me next. I reluctantly got up
    slowly as to not agitate my bladder. All I had to do was get through my
    presentation.

    'Wait a minute! I can't do it while holding my crotch! I'd look like a
    weirdo for sure!' I thought and let my pants go. I slowly walked up to
    the board and began uncomfortably. After the first 10 seconds I
    unconsciously crisscrossed my legs, which earned me a few giggles.

    'Uh oh! I can't look like a dork in from of them!' I thought as I un-
    crisscrossed my legs. My voice began cracking and I began struggling.
    Ms.Hutchans was pushing me to finish my presentation but I couldn't.

    "And I also have...a..." I was saying before my shorts felt warm. I
    panicked and realized a wet spot was appearing on my crotch. I grew
    wider and wider and it eventually spread across the front of my shorts.
    Streams off pee flooded out of my shorts and reached my shoes and
    soaked them and my socks through. Yellow pee covered my legs and
    reached the floor. Two puddles of pee around my legs formed and
    combined to become one. It grew larger and larger and didn't seem to
    stop until after what seemed an eternity it did.

    I stared out at them and they stared at me. It wasn't long before
    everyone burst out in laughter. Bruce was laughing the hardest. Even
    Ms.Hutchans chuckled. Dylan was sitting at his desk blushing. He felt
    embarrassed for me.

    I felt my cheeks grow hot. Not only was I blushing madly but I started
    crying like a baby in front of everyone. I ruined everything. My first
    day was supposed to be great. I was supposed to become a cool kid. But
    instead I became the class baby, cry baby Tommy.

    The humiliation! I ran out of the classroom wailing in depression.

    Part 4: A Girl's Baby Toy

    It's been an agonizing month since I peed my shorts like a baby. The
    15-year-old seniors pushed me around and splashed water at my pants
    when the found out. Bruce pushes me in my balls at least twice a day.
    The entire school calls me Cry-baby Tommy. The only alley I have is
    Dylan. One day he and I were walking to the lunchroom while talking.

    "Dylan...it's alright if you don't want to hang around me anymore," I
    said sadly. He turned to me in shock.

    "W-what?" Dylan asked.

    "I know it must be really embarrassing to be seen hanging around a cry-
    baby like me." I said.

    "What? No! I could never feel embarrassed to be hanging around with my
    friend." Dylan stated. This response surprised me. Was he willing to
    risk his popularity to be my friend?

    "Really? You really mean it?" I asked.

    "Of course! I'm here to stick by you all the way!" He said as we
    entered the lunchroom.

    "Thanks." I was so relieved. Dylan and I had been friends for a long
    time now so it didn't come as a huge shock that he still wanted to be
    friends, but it was always nice hearing it.

    "Make way for the Girl gang!" shouted a kid from across the lunchroom.
    Soon everyone in the walkway in front of us moved to the side and 3
    girls came walking forward. One of them wore a purple mini skirt and a
    blue tank top and had a headband that read 'Ashley'. The next wore blue
    jeans and a pink t-shirt. Her headband read 'Amber'. Lastly, the third
    girl wore white pants and a black t-shirt. Her headband read 'Crystal'.

    They approached us and stopped. Ashley, who was about my height, looked
    me over and began laughing.

    "Hey! Aren't you the boy who pissed his pants in front of everyone in
    Ms.Hutchans class?!" she said aloud. Everyone in the lunchroom burst
    out laughing. I blushed and chuckled nervously. Dylan blushed too, but
    didn't chuckle.

    "Do you need to pee, cry-baby?" Crystal taunted. I tried sticking up
    for myself but when Amber saw me open my mouth she butted in.

    "Silence, cry-baby!" She shouted. I closed my mouth.

    "It was nice meeting you, wet boy." Ashley said walking past me and
    bumping into Dylan and I on purpose. I got mad when she did this and
    shouted to her.

    "Hey! Shut up, you freaking bitch!" I shouted loud enough for everyone
    to hear. The three girls stopped and turned around. I grew scared.

    "What did you just call me?!" Ashley said as she ran over and kicked me
    in my balls. Why did they always go for those? She grabbed me and
    wrapped my arms around my back. "Hey girls, lets have some fun with
    this baby!" She said.

    "Yeah!" The other two said in unison. They walked up to me and started
    tickling me under my armpits. I laughed uncontrollably. Everyone in the
    lunchroom knew what they were trying to do and they all joined in the
    humiliation by cheering.

    I struggled but couldn't break free. I laughed harder as the tickling
    continued. I eventually felt my pee come to my penis.

    'NO! Not again! Please, not again!' I thought.

    Yes again.

    I began peeing my pants in front of everyone in the lunchroom. This
    time everyone saw it and they laughed even harder at me. The girls
    dropped me in my own puddle and let me cry.

    "Aww, looks like the baby had an accident," Amber stated.

    "That's a spanking, young man!" Crystal shouted. I looked up in fear.
    Would they really? I started to get up to run but Crystal grabbed me
    and set me down. The lunchroom grew hysterical as they watched me be
    held down while Ashley proceeded to take my pants off.

    They unzipped the wet zipper then struggled to get the pants off. I was
    in the middle of the lunchroom in my wet, pee stained, Poke'mon briefs.
    I was so embarrassed I began peeing again.

    "The baby just won't stop! That's even more spankings for you, young
    man!" Ashley said as she positioned me over her lap. I began crying
    louder when she pulled my briefs down and began spanking me in front of
    everyone. After about 100 spanks she passed me to Crystal, who gave me
    100 and Amber who also gave me 100 good ones.

    My butt was now red and I was crying like a baby and totally soaked
    with pee. The chances of me ever becoming a cool kid were now
    completely obliterated.

    Soon, however, another teenage girl came in the lunchroom, gasped at my
    condition and ran out to get some teacher to help. When she returned
    the principal and the vice principal broke the group up. Ashley, Amber,
    and Crystal were suspended for a month.

    The girl who brought the teachers helped me up and brought me to the
    nurse’s office so I could get clean clothes.

    "'Sniff' Thanks." I said while I cried my way to the nurse's office in
    wet briefs.

    "No problem. What those kids did to you wasn't right. Oh, by the way my
    name's Stacy. What's yours?" She said.

    I thought that it was a little weird to be introducing ourselves right
    now but I told her my name.

    "I-it's Tommy," I stated.

    "Tommy, huh? Cute name... and cute boy." She smiled at me. Even though
    I didn't feel like it much I gave her a weak smile then turned my head
    away to conceal the blushing. She was really cute.

    Part 5: The Diaper Discovery

    A month of even more agonizing tortures took place for both Dylan and
    me. We were both pantsed and given many different types of wedgies. You
    name it. We were given the atomic, melvin, hanging, propeller, messy,
    frontal, jock lock, squeaky clean and tons of regular wedgies, too.
    Despite this, the incident with the spanking was dieing down but not a
    lot. I was teased about it a lot and I felt bad for getting Dylan
    involved.

    I wish there was some way I could end this torment.

    I got my wish when I returned home one Friday. I walked up to my house
    and I could make out a small glowing package on the porch. I went in
    closer and up the steps to find a glowing package of diapers. Attached
    to it was a pink baby monitor. I looked at it puzzled. There was no
    baby at our house. The other kids must've left it here as a prank.

    "Wait, that can't happen because they don't know where I live," I said.
    "Maybe Sean left it here," I suggested. Sean found out about both
    incidents and didn't stop taunting me about it. He kept calling me a
    pants-wetting cry-baby everyday and it was starting to tick me off.

    "That still doesn't explain why it's glowing," I stated as I picked up
    the package. I decided to take it inside with me. Since my parents
    weren't home and Sean was out with his friends I would have plenty of
    time to examine them. I found my key and opened the door with it. I ran
    upstairs with the package and ran into my room, shut it, and locked the
    door.

    I took the baby monitor off the package and examined it. It looked like
    any old baby monitor. I decided to see if it worked so I pressed a
    green button on it.

    I was startled when it spoke out at me.

    "Magic baby monitor has been activated. Please state your name, current
    user." It spoke at me. I was stunned but shook myself out of it.

    "Magic baby monitor?" I asked myself puzzled.

    "Please state your name, current user," It said again. I didn't know
    what was going on but I decided to play along.

    "Tommy Wilson," I said to it.

    "Current user name confirmed. Accessing diaper data. Diaper data
    successfully uploaded. Press green button to activate magic," it said.

    "Piff, magic. Yeah right," I said thinking this thing was crazy. I
    pressed the green button out of curiosity just to see what would
    happen. I waited 11 seconds in silence before I was suddenly lifted in
    the air by an unknown force.

    "Hey! W-what's happening?!" I shouted in fear.

    "Beginning diaper change," The baby monitor stated.

    "What?" I asked. I was suddenly lay on the floor. My pants became
    undone and were somehow taken off. I was left in my Transformers briefs
    and a light blue shirt. Suddenly my shirt was pulled off.

    "What's happening?" I asked in fear. That's when my undies were taken
    off. Suddenly a diaper from the glowing package flew out and flew under
    my butt. It strapped itself up and taped itself around my waist. I was
    now wearing a diaper.

    "What is all this? Why am I in a diaper?! What's going on?!" I was so
    scared I began peeing the diaper I was wearing.

    "Diaper change complete. Accessing explanation. Explanation activated."
    The baby monitor began. When I was finished peeing I sat there waiting
    for the explanation.

    "You, Tommy Wilson, have been chosen as the Deeki Diaper's new host."
    It said.

    "The Deeki diaper?" I asked.

    "The Deeki diaper is a tool of magic created by pre-teen wizards many
    years ago."

    "Wizards?" I was getting interested.

    "The diaper was created to aid the wizards in times of hardship at
    wizard school. The diaper was used to humiliate anyone that bothered
    the wizard who wore it. Any wish can be made upon the diaper. However,
    the wish must be related to at least one the following categories in
    some way: Diapers, briefs, underoos, peeing, pooping, toilet, pants,
    shorts, footed sleepers, onesies, attends, depends, goodnites,
    bedwetting, humiliation, embarrassment, babies, baby paraphernalia,
    spankings, discipline, panties, and regression. If a wish is made that
    does not deal with these topics it will be denied."

    "...I...uh..." I was speechless. Was this really happening?

    "Whenever you use a diaper you decide whether or not when to change
    yourself or have someone do it for you. The diaper package has an
    unlimited supply of diapers so they will never run out."

    "...R-really? Wow!”