Tale #106: Revenge of the Babysat

Tale #106: Revenge of the Babysat (A Wishstone Spin-off) (A commissioned story!) (Content Tags: Reality alteration, messy and wet diapers, humiliation, bullying, revenge, diaper-sniffing, body alteration, shortstack protagonist) The pink stone dazzled brilliantly in the light of the setting sun; such radiance and glory, it was no surprise that the boy had been compelled to pick it up from the dry grass. His eyes were glued to it as he rolled it around in his palm; it had a warmth to it that couldn't simply be what the sunlight had imbued. The stone was special, he was sure of it. The stone would solve all the ills in his life, or at least shift them to someone who truly deserved it. Casper Clementine was a below average boy in many regards. He was thirteen now, which should have made him a teenager, but other factors trumped his biological age; he'd been premature and sickly for much of his early childhood, and some of those medical issues has persisted until even now. He hadn't even come close to cracking five feet like some of the largest of his peers, instead he'd been resting at four feet for a couple of years now. Aside from his diminutive height, he was also without any muscle mass to speak of or fat for that matter; a gentle breeze could overtake such a feeble young man! Needless to say, sports hadn't been in the cards for him, which was fine since his interests more aligned with things of fantasy. Being bedridden so much when he was younger, he'd been an avid enjoyer of whatever escapism could be afforded to him. Books, comics, cartoons, video games, whatever he could get his hands on! Thus, his hobbies were a lot less active or social these days. To only identify him as a wimpy, shrimpy dork would be a disservice though. It was burying the lede on his most jarring of traits: he wore diapers. Not always and not always real diapers, since he also had disposable briefs at his disposal, but more often than not, some sort of padding graced his tiny hiny. Wearing underwear was a gamble that he'd lost on too many times to make it an effective garment. Casper's physiology was a cocktail of unfortunate maladies and ailments. Nerve damage as a consequence of his premature birth had made his bladder forever unreliable, and severe IBS and encopresis had made his bowels an additional rogue agent to be concerned about. When his symptoms were more manageable, he wore the pull-up type of diaper, which was thinner and more discreet. When things were in a bad way, then he'd have to switch to taped diapers that had a much more robust capacity. Bottom line, emphasis on bottom, was that he was a diaper-boy about eighty percent of the time. He also had a dickhead babysitter that wouldn't let him forget that fact. He'd actually had that babysitter for about two years now, and his parents didn't seem to take his grievances about the older boy very seriously. That was aside from the fact that he felt old enough to no longer need a babysitter. At eighteen years old, Buck was the ward to Casper whenever the boy's parents needed a date night or had to go to a parent-teacher conference, or whatever. Buck wasn't great at what he did by any means, nor did he come with flattering reviews, but he was cheap and he was willing to look past all the asterisks that would be involved with a kid like Casper. He was also the nephew of a family friend, and that boost of nepotism was just enough to put him in the seat of power. Buck was polite enough to Casper's parents, but that was a blatant facade for how the teenager really was; it felt peculiar to describe his own babysitter as a bully. Buck was everything that Casper wasn't. Buck was tall, muscular, and confident; he was phenomenal as a physical specimen, and he was acutely aware of that. The ladies were all over him, and he often brought that fact up, as if he had to assure himself that he was the 'alpha male' when pitted against a literal middle schooler. Buck also had a penchant for inviting those girls over to Casper's house while babysitting. Then again, to call what he did 'babysitting' was being extremely generous; he didn't cook, he didn't change diapers, he didn't really supervise the 'baby' at all. He was there to eat free food, make out with random chicks, mercilessly demean a child, and get paid for all of it. Casper didn't know it yet, as he toddled to his bike with a squishy diaper, but all of it was about to change. Every little thing that Casper had been demeaned for would soon be imparted to his awful babysitter; the diapers, the feebleness, the utter lack of social status... Every insecurity that'd been exploited would act as the blueprint for Buck's fate. That night was supposed to be another terrible evening with his warden. Casper's parents were driving downtown to see the opera and go out to dinner, so they wouldn't be back until Casper was already supposed to be asleep. It was a Friday night and it seemed destined to be ruined, as if the previous week at school hadn't been enough to crush his spirit. Unsurprisingly, Buck put on his 'responsible' act while seeing Casper's parents off. He nodded his head patiently when told about what time they'd be back, about the money left for pizza, and that Casper was currently on a light regimen of diaper rash ointment for his poor tushy. Buck knew how to put on the veil of professionalism well. As soon as they went out the door, Buck was pocketing the pizza money and telling Casper to go make himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner. Casper didn't need to be told twice, not because that sounded appetizing or nutritious, but just for the simple fact that he'd be getting away from Buck. As he pulled out the loaf of bread and the peanut butter, he frowned at the label that he saw. "Ugh...Skippy? I wish we had Jif..." He had turned to the fridge to get some jelly when he thought that something felt warm in his pocket. Casper's first anxious thought was that he'd been hosing his diaper and he had just leaked, but his hand felt no dampness as it drifted to his side. When he got back to the counter, he realized that the tub of peanut butter there was no longer the brand he despised. "...Huh? I coulda sworn..." He felt unnerved, and there was still a small warmth pressed against his thigh. Curious, he reached into his pocket and remembered the stone within. As he held it in his palm, he could feel the heat coming off of it, and he could also feel a strange surge of power flowing throughout him. It was a small sense of exhilaration that fueled his entire being, and it made him feel as if he was responsible for the changing that'd occurred before him. "I wish that... My sandwich was already made." It was a longshot, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it'd somehow actually work. The stone got very hot in his hand, but it didn't burn him, instead it was an intoxicating sensation. A small flash of light came from the countertop and suddenly there was a plate that had a couple of sandwiches already prepared. Casper's eyes got wide and the front of his diaper grew as hot as the stone, his bladder letting loose in sheer surprise as what he was seeing. He'd made a wish and it had come true! There had been no delay or anything that would suggest coincidence, just pure magic. "Hey, *Crap*ser, I'm having a girl over tonight, so you need to make your stupid sandwich and go to your little playpen upstairs." Buck jeered as he came in the kitchen. Casper quickly hid the stone back in his pocket and turned to the towering teen, "Y-yeah, okay..." The boy poured himself some milk to go with his meal, and his thoughts swarmed with the possibilities that were before him. As an avid lover of fantasy, he had less of a hard time in believing in the likelihood of the power he now wielded. It felt improbable, but not impossible. If it had limitless function, then perhaps he could even use it to put his babysitter in his place. "Baby getting some moo-moo to go with his din-din? Maybe that'll help you stop being such a pathetic little pipsqueak. You could grow right out of those little Pampers of yours." Buck laughed, taking a blatant and sadistic pleasure in mocking his charge. "You know what? Maybe you *should* stay downstairs for a little while. I can show Liz what a good babysitter I am, and you'll help remind her what the difference is between a big man and a little, itty-bitty boy." Casper scowled and his mind immediately wandered to the stone that he'd stuffed in his pocket. Perhaps it would only be fair that Buck learn what it was like to be on the other side of being mocked. "I'll get taller." He huffed, keeping his cool for the moment, though just barely. "You think so? Looks more to me that you're going to keep being a tiny little baby." Buck let out a laugh, "Maybe Liz can change your diapee and see what else is baby-sized." Casper felt his cheeks get set ablaze by that little comment and he put his hand back in his pocket to clutch the stone. "I wish you'd just shut up!" Buck suddenly got quiet, his lips pressing together in forced silence, which put a weak smile on Casper's face. "...I also wish that you won't remember what I'm about to do." Buck's eyes were full of shock as he realized that he suddenly couldn't talk at all, as if his lips had been glued shut. He got increasingly more frantic, putting his fingers to them in a bid to pry them open. While the bully's focus was on that, Casper was contemplating what sort of fun he should have first. "I wish... That every time you bully me about something, that you have it worse!" Casper announced, his hand being enveloped in the supernatural warmth of the mysterious stone. A pleasure tingled throughout his body, as if using the power of the stone was like a drug. "Now...You won't remember any of that, and in a minute, you can start using that fat mouth of yours." Casper jeered, picking up his plate and shuffling into the living room to eat, while a mischievous smile grew upon his face. Casper settled himself down on the couch and turned on the television. In all honesty, it was a matter of habit, as all the entertainment he could possibly want was about to present itself to him. Cartoons that he was probably a little too old for came to life on the screen, but his mind was a million miles away; the only thing he could think about was the limitless power inside his pocket. His first ideas weren't as imaginative as one would expect from a kid like him; he was too focused on the idea of revenge. So instead of wondering about what it'd be like to fly or have magic powers, he was stuck in the far more mundane realm of payback against Buck. The primary wish that he'd made was something that could run with little input from him, since it was reactive, but he realized he would want to have some fun too. Casper knew he was getting ahead of himself though. All he'd done so far was to change the brand of a jar of peanut butter and he'd temporarily made Buck shut his big mouth. Neither of those things were exactly monumental in force, so he really wasn't sure what the upper end of his abilities were; he wasn't even sure if there were specific rules or a certain quantity of wishes that he would get! It would take some serious experimentation to figure out the parameters of what he could wish for, and it'd also take a little restraint to make sure he wasn't making any wishes that could backfire on him. He'd read enough 'monkey's paw' stories to be cautious of what a poorly worded wish could do. He would also need to figure out if the wishes were temporary or could be undone if permanent. As Buck came into the living room, completely oblivious to the fact that he'd been silenced a few moments ago, Casper decided to try another wish. He'd pick something simple and something that he wouldn't care about whether or not it was permanent. The boy just needed more confirmation that he wasn't going crazy, and that the stone really did have power. "...I wish your shirt was pink." He quietly murmured, and in an instant, the black shirt had become a bright pink, without Buck being any the wiser. That at least confirmed the power behind the stone; Casper wasn't just going crazy! "What was that, dork?" "...Nothing. Don't worry about it." The doorbell suddenly rang and Casper figured that it was probably the girl that Buck had invited over. Casper would usually hate for his babysitter to bring over unauthorized company, but tonight it'd make for a nice audience. The most important thing to Buck seemed to be his ability to impress women, so a teenage girl would be the perfect person to witness Buck's descent! ((Too big for one post, continued in the next!))