    THE SWINTON SCHOOL

    	Jason was a bad boy. He had punched out yet another guy
    in high school. He was sent down to the guidance counselor
    for the fifth time that month. "You know, young man, we are
    going to have to change that attitude of yours if you plan
    on graduating. One more outburst like this and you're going
    to be expelled. I don't think you really want to do that. Do
    you?" "No sir," Jason said. "But Kyle keeps taunting me, and
    the other guys too, and this is the only answer they
    understand." "Well, why are they taunting you?" "I guess its
    because I'm too smart for this school and they're jealous.
    Why don't you send me to a better school where people will
    be more my intellectual range?" "Well, you are very smart,
    let's see what I can find. But I know that your parents
    don't really have the money to send you to a special
    school," said the guidance counselor. "Why don't you see if
    a school has a scholarship or something that I can win to
    pay for it. Don't you have any books on the issue?" I
    protested. "I'll look."
    	 A week later Jason was called down to the office
    again. "What the hell did I do now?" he wondered. "I have
    good news for your, Jas. It appears that there is a school
    for troubled, but smart kids over in Alexandria Virginia. I
    went there and it seems a perfect fit. Even better,
    apparently it has an endowment to pay for all the students
    to attend free. All you have to do is take a test, which
    seems pretty complicated. They have four new spots opening
    up in a month. The test can be administered here so you
    won't have to travel. Do you want to take the test?"
    "Definitely," Jason said. "How big is this school?" "I was
    told it is only 30 students. All of you are in one class.
    Because of their curriculum you might have to go for an
    extra year. So you'll have two more years of schooling
    instead of one. Is that ok?" asked the counselor. "That's
    fine, so long as I'm learning more than I learn here. "OK
    then, I'll arrange for the test someday next week."
    	 The next day the guidance counselor said the test
    would be given on Tuesday of next week and that I didn't
    need to do any real studying because it was an intelligence
    test more than a factual test. "Great, let's do it," I said.
    I went home and told my parents about the opportunity. My
    mom wasn't' too happy about me going away to school, but my
    father thought it was a great idea and he said he would
    convince my mother about it. Besides it was only two hours
    away. The guidance counselor had given me pictures of the
    place and it seemed ok. It looked like a big old house with
    plenty of room. There was a pool table and a swimming pool.
    There was even the opportunity to do summer school there if
    I wanted to.
    	 Next Tuesday I showed up to take the test. It was
    pretty thick. Page after page of densely packed text. I was
    told to sit down in the guidance counselor's office to take
    the test. I had six hours to answer all the questions I
    could. There would be a one-hour lunch break after the first
    three hours of testing. Then I could finish the second half.
    The test was actually fairly easy because most of the
    questions were like asking my opinion and doing simple
    calculations and simple word games. I had a blast doing it
    really. When I was done the principal and the guidance
    counselor were there. They took the test and put it in an
    envelope and sealed it. They handed it to a messenger who
    apparently raced back to the new school to have it graded.
    The very next day I was told that I was accepted and I could
    come over to the school next weekend to begin to get
    accustomed to it My parents were petty exited about it. They
    realized that I was not really fitting into my current
    school because of my intelligence so they were glad that I
    found a place.
    	 On Saturday morning they drove me up to the school. It
    was a nice ride on a sunny day. We got there just after
    noon. We were welcomed by Mr. Lazarro, the headmaster.
    "Welcome to Swinton," he said. He shook hands with my father
    and me. "Let me show you to your room," and we followed him
    up into the building. "When you're done here join everyone
    downstairs in the big hall." After I put my stuff in what
    seemed like a damn nice room, bigger than the one I had at
    home, we went downstairs to meet ever the other students.
    When we walked into the room there were dozens of people
    milling about, drinking punch and having little finger
    foods. It was a meet and greet reception. The thirty
    students were asked to come to the front of the room, which
    was a few steps higher than the rest and all the parents and
    other adults rose to face us. Mr. Lazarro said, "welcome to
    Swinton School, a school for gifted boys. Boys who had
    trouble in regular schools because they were smarter than
    other kids, and we all know that jealousy roamed the halls
    of the public schools. To be better than the rest there is
    to invite trouble. Our students here are blameless in these
    matters," he paused and all the parents sort of murmured
    appreciatively. He continued, " here they will be able to
    indulge their intellectual curiosity unencumbered by regular
    classes and rules. They will be able to structure what they
    want to learn around four basic classes. At times they will
    be the only one I their class, with just one teacher. This
    will help them become expert at what they love and endeavor
    to learn. Because of the great expense that Mr. Swinton put
    into setting up this school years ago, and the results that
    he expected to achieve we ask that you parents minimize your
    contact with your boys. They will be able to learn better
    with fewer interruptions. This is almost like college, and
    indeed that's where we expect these boys to go. So we are
    trying to duplicate the environment there. We are also going
    to keep their old school chums away from them because we
    want them to make new friends here and broaden their
    horizons beyond their old home towns. We know that your boys
    will have some adjustments to make but we will be with them
    every step of the way." Jason wasn't sure anyone was even
    listening anymore as Mr. Lazarro kept droning one about the
    benefits and pitfalls, about the programs and classes the
    boys would encounter. It seemed that he spoke for about an
    hour. It was actually only half that. When he was done he
    announced, "now is the time to say goodbye so that these
    boys can begin to get settled in." There ensued a great deal
    of crying and tears and goodbyes and fretful commentary all
    around. And people began to shuffle out. In less than twenty
    minutes the hall was empty except the thirty boys, Mr.
    Lazarro and a few other men, presumably teachers at the
    school. It appeared that all of the teachers were fairly
    young. Jason didn 't think one of them was over forty.
    	 "Follow me to the dining room boys," Mr. Lazarro said.
    Off they all trooped down the hall to the dining room. The
    boys were all introducing themselves and trying to decide
    who they would sit next to when Mr. Lazarro announced that
    the boys would sit alphabetically by first name and that
    there were placards at the tables already. Surprisingly no
    one had the same first name as anyone else. They sat down
    and dinner was served. A really good dinner it was, too.
    Jason sat between Jake on his left and Jimmy on his right.
    Well, he thought, "it's as good a way as any other to
    arrange seating, and he figured it would cut down on cliques
    and rivalries and favoritism right from the start."
    	 After dinner everyone was instructed to head for their
    rooms. There were four boys per room. This time they were
    arranged alphabetically by last name, so that they were all
    rooming with different guys than they were having lunch
    with. This, too, seemed reasonable to Jason.
    	 All the boy's rooms were on one floor of the building,
    ranged along both sides of a long hallway. All evening
    everyone was introducing each other and seeing where
    everyone was from. It appeared that everyone was from
    somewhere different. Jason noticed that everyone was
    physically pretty much the same - about 5'8" to 6' tall,
    average looks, thin and white. There were no red heads. For
    a fleeting moment Jason thought they were chosen more for
    their looks than anything else. But he just as quickly
    dismissed it.
    	 It was about 10:30 at night and everyone was feeling
    pretty tired. Almost in unison everyone started to yawn. Mr.
    Lazarro and his assistant announced that in keeping with the
    Spartan atmosphere of the school all the boys were to sleep
    naked. There was a slight buzz about that. "In the morning
    you will all be issued uniforms for play and class and gym.
    But don't worry about that now, we'll handle that in the
    morning. But again, part of good learning is a near military
    attitude and we'll be instilling that starting tomorrow. It
    won't be stern or disciplinarian, but it will help you
    concentrate more on your studies than on ephemeral ideas and
    passions." All the students listened quietly as Mr. Lazarro
    finished and said, "goodnight boys, lights out in 15
    minutes." All the boys, including Jason, headed for their
    beds. Jason noticed that the beds had hook like fixtures
    along the sides. One set in the front and one in the back.
    He couldn't figure out what they were for. He pointed them
    out to Matthew, one of his roommates. "They ain't anything,"
    he said. "Go to bed guy." Jason had stripped down to his
    underwear and sat there waiting for the lights to go out
    before he stripped off his underwear to get into bed.
    Matthew did the same. Zach just stripped and stood there for
    a moment, showing off no doubt, and then plunged into bed.
    Tommy just stripped and crawled into bed. Everyone seemed
    especially tired. They mentioned it to each other, but
    everyone pretty much agreed that they had busy days with
    lots of new information and then they all drifted off to
    sleep. It was 11 o'clock.
    	 Mr. Lazarro knew that the boys would be in a deep
    sleep. So deep that they would not awake during the night.
    His assistants and he worked quickly. They lifted the boy
    slightly to get the cloth under their butts and pinned the
    front to the back around their waists. They put baby-like
    mittens and on each hand and tied them tightly around the
    wrists. Then they quickly pulled up rubber pants over the
    thick diaper cloth. Finally they locked the rubber pants
    with a lock around the backside of the waist to the strap
    that was slung under their crotch.
    	In two teams they worked each side of the hall, from
    room to room. It took about 5 minutes per boy. There were
    four assistants to each team. So each room took 5 minutes.
    They started at 2am. There were eight rooms and they were
    completely finished by 3am. Then Mr. Lazarro locked the
    bathroom doors, and quietly locking the door to the hall.
    His assistants retired to their rooms, and he went to his,
    quietly thinking about the great thrill he would have in the
    morning dealing with his 28 diapered buddies regressed to
    toddler stage.
    	Beginning about 8:30 the first boys started to stir.
    Mr. Lazarro was able to view them through the cameras that
    were mounted in the rooms and the halls. They rubbed their
    eyes. They yawned. They slung their legs over the side of
    the beds and stood up. And then they began to notice the
    other boys. Then they looked down at themselves. "What the
    fuck?" was the common phrase everyone was using. "What the
    hell is this?" Zach yelled. "Beats me," Matthew said, "but
    I'm not happy about it at all. They tried to take off the
    mittens and the rubber pants but it was no use. They
    couldn't get a handle on it. Not even with their teeth, and
    more than a few boys tried that. By 9 am the boys had begun
    to gingerly spill out into the hall, no one was sure that
    anyone else was done up like this. A boy named Mike in one
    of the rooms thought that perhaps some of the other guys had
    done this to them. But no, soon they realized that they were
    all dressed the same. All the mittens had little piggies on
    them, and all of the rubber pants were dark blue. As they
    all walked into the central hall Mr. Lazarro heard them
    talking about the need to go to the bathroom. "What are we
    going to do?" asked one boy name Bobby. Keith was beginning
    to hop around from the need to hold in his pee, "I can't
    hold this much longer, guys, what are we going to do?" He
    was nearly frantic. No one had an answer. Many of the guys
    began to walk around and jump around to try to stave off the
    inevitable. They all knew that they all had to take a piss,
    and most had to take a shit. That is just the physical
    working of the body. They guys were able to get hard-ons to
    hold it off a little, but Mr. Lazarro knew that that wasn't
    going to work for ever. >From one side of the hall, halfway
    down, a kid named Kevin began to say, "damn, damn, damn,"
    over and over again, "I can't hold it, I can't hold it." He
    was jumping up and down now. Everyone was watching him and
    saying "hold it, hold it." Then a minute later it was too
    late for Kevin, as he began to pee and take a crap. "Oh my
    god," Kevin said, "damn, I don't fucking believe this!" He
    shouted. The other guys watched him and got silent. Those
    who were jumping and pacing began to void themselves after
    the rush hit them and they could hold back no longer.
    Matthew was one of the first to dump a big load. He felt the
    crap spread around his buttocks and the pee form a puddle in
    the front of his pants. Keith wasn't far behind. He just had
    to pee, he had taken a crap the night before. A guy named
    Steve started to scream, " oh oh oh oh, fuck, shit, damn,
    I'm going to hold it, damn, damn, damn," and then a final
    scream as his shit filled the back of his diaper and the pee
    flooded the front and dripped down under his balls. Brian
    let his load go next, just a huge pile of crap rushed out
    and the pee kept coming, Jason thought he was going to cry
    from the shame. Mr. Lazarro watched it all with a great
    thrill in his heart, knowing that he and his assistants were
    going to clean up all these boys and have fun with their
    dicks at the same time. Part of the process was to humiliate
    the boys and introduce them to sex. Jason finally let go of
    his load. He spread his legs a little to try to avoid
    contact, but the load formed a little pile between his ass
    cheeks, with the piss flow so heavily that it spread quickly
    under his bottom and helped to liquefy his load. By 10 am
    every single guy had filled his diapers and was walking
    around dejectedly with his diapers full and pressing against
    his bottom. Everyone was afraid to sit down, guessing that
    it would spread the load all over their butts. Mr. Lazarro
    knew that it was time to make his entrance. All the guys
    were consoling themselves trying to figure out what was
    going on. "Why would anyone want to do this to us?" was the
    common question.
    	Mr. Lazarro unlocked the door and entered the hall. All
    the boys turned to look at him. "I guess you were quite
    surprised this morning." Some of the boy started yelling,
    "hey, what the fuck are you doing to us?" Mr. Lazarro blew a
    whistle, "part of what you will experience here at Swinton
    is a respect for authority, and a blind acceptance of your
    situation. You are here for the duration. Your parents are
    fully aware of your situation and approve of these methods."
    All the boys settled down and were quietly listening, though
    they were all glaring at Mr. Lazarro. "You will follow me
    downstairs to the dining room, where you will have
    breakfast. Then we will change your diapers. Yes, diapers.
    You will be in them 24 hours a day from now on. You will use
    them for their intended purposes. You will be changed only
    twice a day. Once after breakfast and once before bed. You
    will have to live with what ever mess you make in them
    through the day. They will be locked on to you at all times.
    If you try to take them off you will be subject to special
    punishment, do not take this threat lightly!" All of the
    boys were staring at him in tearful disbelief. Jason was
    stunned. "Now follow me." The boys followed him downstairs.
    The really tried to waddle so that their full diapers would
    have as much space as possible between their legs. They had
    to walk past the 10 assistants, who they were to find out
    were their teachers too. When they got to the dining room
    they were met with another surprise. There were 28 large
    highchairs. Each chair had a name on it. "Find your name and
    stand in front of your chair," Mr. Lazarro commanded. They
    sorted that out in 10 minutes. The assistants walked over to
    the first boy and picked him up and plopped him in the chair
    and lowered the tray over his head. This boy was named Bruce
    and you could almost hear Bruce's big messy load spread out
    under his butt and fill the crack of his ass and the pee
    wrap around his balls. Each boy realized that he was to face
    the same treatment. Each boy had his load dispersed all over
    through his diapers and each boy grimaced slightly at the
    feel and the smell. Keith and a few of the other guys who
    didn't take a crap were happy that they didn't have to take
    that crap. For they didn't have to sit in it at breakfast.
    But then Keith realized he would have to go later. If Mr.
    Lazarro was serious about changing just twice a day he might
    wind up sleeping with full load. That caused him concern.
    The assistants went down the line and took off the mittens.
    Then the cook rolled a cart along and placed a quart sized
    baby bottle on each highchair tray. The boys were told to
    drink up. In a stunned silence they all did. Then they were
    given cereal and milk. After breakfast two assistants went
    to the first boy and pulled him out of his highchair. They
    walked him over to large table that was rolled in front of
    the line of highchairs. It had a deep depression in the top.
    He was lifted up and placed on his back and the assistants
    began to unlock his rubber pants and pull them off. He was
    lying there like a little toddler boy. "Lift your legs," he
    was commanded. He did so and the diaper was unpinned. The
    assistants took some baby wipes and washed his butt and
    between his legs. They did so slowly and deliberately. They
    rubbed his balls and they washed his penis between their
    fingers. They slid their hands between his crack and pushed
    a finger gently into his butthole. The whole time the boy
    just laid there. But all the attention could not stop the
    inevitable. He began to get a hard on. The other boys were
    wide eyed as they watched this. Like most teenagers he was
    able to shoot his load in just a few minutes. They boys
    watched in utter amazement as their buddy shot his load
    across his belly. Then the assistants washed up the sperm.
    Quickly they put another diaper on him and pulled up a pair
    of plastic pants over them. "Go stand over there in the
    corner and look this way. They took each boy in turn and did
    the same thing. Each boy shot his load just nearly as fast
    as the others. And each boy was put into plastic pants. Mr.
    Lazarro said, "follow me," when they were all done. And he
    led them off to a classroom. Their mittens were not put back
    on. After going into what looked like a regular classroom
    they were seated and the day's first lesson in Mathematics
    was started. The rest of the day proceed just like this,
    class after class of regular academics. Mr. Lazarro was very
    pleased that the day had gone ok.
    	Keith had been changed too, but he didn't have a full
    load in his diapers. If the headmaster was telling the truth
    he wouldn't be changed again until late that night. He knew
    that sometime in midmorning he would have to take a dump.
    And this scared him. He decided to work real hard at holding
    it today. But he never took the next step and thought about
    tomorrow. He was able to spend the day in dry diapers until
    almost 4 o'clock that afternoon. By then he ad to pee pretty
    bad. He was sitting class when the feeling came. He stood
    up, but the teacher sternly told him to sit down. He did. He
    was just sitting there squirming until the teacher came over
    and stood over him. "Will you stop that Mr. Johnson," while
    reaching down and holding his legs still. As soon as he did
    that Keith peed and filled his diapers.
    	For dinner time there were again placed in high chairs.
    They were fed mashed foods. Several of the guys had messy
    diapers again. You could tell which ones since they squirmed
    when they sat down. Jason didn't think any guy, including
    himself hadn't peed all over himself. Everyone had that sort
    of full look to his pants. They were all changed at 10
    o'clock and sent to bed. Each was made to wear the mittens
    to bed. In the morning they pretty much went through the
    same situation as the day before. Guys tried to fight the
    feeling but eventually couldn't stop it. And sure enough 25
    of the 28 guys had filled his diapers with poo and pee. Mr.
    Lazarro and the other assistants were having a blast. The
    three boys who held out yesterday from taking a shit held
    out through the morning too. But they still hadn't figured
    out the ultimate outcome. Once again everyone was changed
    right after breakfast. The rest of the day was filled with
    classes. Gym class was especially weird for everyone because
    they played volleyball in their diapers, running around a
    little stiffly because of the thick padding of the diapers,
    but they managed. Sometime right after lunch Keith began to
    get the most awful feeling in his gut. He realized he would
    have to go to the bathroom. The physical feelings began to
    intensify. He began to realize that not doing it yesterday
    meant a bigger load today. "uh oh" he grasped. As he was
    running around the volleyball court it was getting stronger
    and stronger. His team came to a point break and timeout.
    They moved over to the side. It came to Keith in a blinding
    flash, not only was he going to take one of the biggest
    craps in his life, but he was going to wallow in it until 10
    o'clock that night. "Shit," he thought to himself, probably
    not realizing the irony of what just passed through his
    mind. "Hey what's the best way to handle this problem," he
    asked Jason. "What problem," Jason said. "I'm about to fill
    these diapers with two days of crap." "I guess you should
    squat down a bit like you're on a toilet and let it go man.
    This way it will move to the back and bottom of the diaper,"
    Jason explained. "It won't get mushed up in your butt that
    much that way." With that Keith couldn't go any further. He
    squatted down and started to feel the warm ooze fill his
    diaper. Big logs of crap came out and settle in his bottom.
    But it was so much that he could barely move with out it
    squishing all over. He almost was scared when he had a brief
    flash that it was a nice feeling. And with that he got
    anther major flash. If they tried they could organize a take
    over of the school and punish Lazarro and the assistants. He
    confided his idea with Jason right away. Jason said, "be
    quiet about that, let me think about it, and you think about
    it and let's compare notes on how we can get out of this
    situation. At dinner the assistants got a real kick out of
    Keith's situation. His diapers were the fullest they ever
    saw them. They got a particular thrill in dropping him on
    his butt. Probably everyone in the room heard the big load
    squish around.