Story #98: En Ami or Enemy?

Story #98: En Ami or Enemy? (Part Five to the 'Pin-Cushioned' series) (Content Tags: Ongoing story, messy diaper, voodoo magic, humiliation, unrequited affection, obsession) Remy had been on pins and needles for the rest of the day at school. He found his focus to be lacking, and his mind to be entirely focused around his meeting with Jean later. The place he'd left him earlier, with a huge load in his stacked underpants, had kept fluttering into his mind. To see Jean Baptiste made so vulnerable and embarrassed, while attempting to hide his accident like a bashful preschooler, it'd been the kind of thing that Remy thought he could only dream of. He checked on the doll after every class, and soon had discovered that Jean was *still* in his messy undies! It made him wonder where exactly his beloved had gone to hide, if he could afford to waddle around with a smelly pile in his pants. After he felt enough time had passed, he allowed the excitement of diapering Jean overwhelm him. Remy would at least allow him to stay clean and dry for the moment. It'd be better to punctuate things if Jean came to their meeting with a tidy diapee, since he certainly wouldn't be leaving in one. No, regardless of the outcome of their talk, Jean would dump in his diaper for him, and Remy would make sure it was a big one too. Still, it was growing irksome that Remy couldn't better tell what Jean was up to. He could control the boy with the doll, but it gave him no context for what the boy was doing if out of sight; nor did he get the joy of seeing all of his japes in progress. He could only hope that his scrying medium would be ready some time tonight, if the loa were generous to him. Then there would be nowhere for Jean to hide from him, and Remy would see exactly what the fruits of his labor looked like in practice. It'd give him a much finer control over the scenarios he was crafting for the other boy. Eventually the final bell of the day would ring, and Remy would take a detour to the boy's room to compose himself for the encounter ahead. This is what he wanted, but there was no denying that he felt anxious about such a direct confrontation. The other two times had been as an 'unexpected interloper', but now it'd be a meeting that *he'd* called for, and he was having second thoughts about what direction he should take it. The original plan was to finally lay his cards down on the table and let Jean Baptiste know that his fate was completely in Remy's hands; if Jean scoffed at him, then Remy would just take the doll out and give a demonstration of his influence. From there, he'd make Jean a willing servant to his whims, under threat of things getting worse for him. But now, when he actually had to take what the consequences might be into consideration, he was having reservations about his strategy. He had no doubt that he could get Jean to believe him, but could he get Jean to submit? Rather, is this the way he wanted Jean to prostrate himself? This may be revenge, or more likely a thinly-veiled justification to turn his obsession into his plaything, but it still felt a little too aggressive. Perhaps if he played more coyly? If he came into the meeting with vague allusions to the power he wielded, and then more gently nudged Jean into playing nice... Remy groaned. Why was he having doubts *now*? It was five minutes to curtain and he was making revisions to the script! If he couldn't commit to a decision, it'd be a recipe for disaster! Meanwhile, Jean Baptiste had spent the last couple of hours entangled in thoughts of his own. He'd trudged from the bayou and back to civilization, now clad in a diaper that had mysteriously replaced his loaded briefs. It was all as well anyways, since he'd seen a few forms in the murky water that suspiciously looked like gators. His destination of choice had been a local convenience store. It was somewhere he could get a snack and a soda, while also not having to worry that the owner would care that the boy was out of school. He'd seated himself outside, on the side of the building that was least likely to see any traffic; the boy leaned himself against the brickwork and allowed his mind to wander. It felt strange to walk all this way with a diaper under his shorts, and sitting down had felt strange too. He'd of course had the diaper appear on him yesterday, but it'd been so quickly filled in back, that it didn't have the same properties as a clean one. It was a little too warm, or maybe just too humid, to be wearing such a bulky thing, and it made him feel 'damp'. It was unpleasantly familiar to him. It brought to the surface all the feelings that he'd spent so long wanting to escape. On the plus side, nobody had seemed to notice what he had on, even though it felt extremely obvious to him. The thing was so thick, and it rustled incessantly against the material of his pants, but so far he hadn't gotten so much as a wayward glance. He'd considered taking it off in the store's bathroom, but with how unreliable his bodily control had been the last two days, Jean begrudgingly decided it best to keep the thing on. As much as he hated it, and as uncomfortable as it made him feel, it was still preferable to having an accident without any protection. Outside the convenience store, trapped between thoughts of the present and the past, Jean would remain for the rest of the school day. He still had no earthly idea of how his impending encounter with Remy would go, and while he was hungry for answers, he was also nervous at what those answers would be. If Remy was somehow responsible for all of this weirdness, then that meant that Remy had some inexplicable supernatural sway over him. As someone who'd never personally encountered anything of the paranormal, or the arcane, it was hard to accept that. Who else could be responsible though? Remy had interjected himself into both public humiliations, and he'd had that smug grin like he knew something. Then there was that comment about Jean's past, and the brutal way that Jean had turned him down before all of this. But why would Remy do something like *this* to him? If the class pariah truly had feelings for him, then would a rejection be enough to drive him to do something like this? And was there a specific reason that he'd chosen to torment Jean in *this* way? That quip about his past might have more to do with things than he thought. The most terrifying thought of all was questioning what it would take to make Remy stop; what did Remy expect from him in return? Jean's time ran short, and before he knew it, it was time to start heading back to the school. He wasn't sure where Remy wanted to talk, since he assumed it would be somewhere more private, so he'd first have to go and find the boy. With a soft sight and a heavy heart, Jean began his journey back. The two would lock eyes near the entrance of the school. Jean had just made his way back onto the school premises, and it appeared that Remy had patiently been waiting on the steps. Remy smiled and Jean grimaced. "Oh, good. I was worried you might not show up!" Remy chirped, standing up and brushing himself off. "Yeah, well..." Jean offered a shrug, unsure how to keep civil in such a situation. "So, uh, you wanted to talk?" The larger boy nodded, his ponytail bobbing up and down. "Yeah, but not here. We could go somewhere more private, like the bayou--" "--No! I mean, *no*." Jean interrupted, looking embarrassed. "I was there earlier and there's a group of dickhead teens out there. Lot of gators too..." Remy chuckled and got closer. He reached over and pinched the other boy's cheek, "Aww, is the baby afraid of some itty-bitty alligators? Or maybe he's more afraid of the big kids, hmm?" Jean furrowed his brow and gently batted the hand away from his face. "I'm just saying that it won't be private, and I'd rather go somewhere else." "Fine, fine, we'll stay away from the big scary bayou. How about we go to the park? The little one that nobody really goes to?" "Fine, whatever. Let's just go." The park in question wasn't far. It was a fifteen minute walk at most, and as had been established, it didn't see much of a crowd. It was tucked away off the main road, and it was a quarter of the size of a much better park that was more readily accessible. Typically, there'd only be kids there that were extremely localized to it, which made it a good spot for a private conversation. The walk there was awkward. Jean Baptiste didn't want to make any idle chitchat, even though he could sense that Remy was dying to cut through the silence. About halfway there, the larger boy finally found a question to pose: "So...How'd you deal with those icky training pants? You made a pretty big mess, so it must have been hard to clean up. I'm guessing you cut class and went to wash off in the bayou?" Jean gritted his teeth, "They weren't training pants. They were just underpants." That got a laugh, "Oh? They're still considered just 'underpants' when you wear a dozen pairs and use them like a big dumb diaper? They're serving the same purpose as training pants at that point, ain't they?" Jean didn't have a response for that one. Not that it mattered much now, since that'd been pretty much his entire drawer, aside from whatever was in his dirty laundry basket. He was running dangerously close to being out of briefs altogether, so it wasn't like he could make another makeshift diaper out of them anyway. The pair arrived at the park and Remy led the way to a rickety seesaw. They were probably a little old to be playing on it, but Remy insisted that they both take one side to sit on, so that they could have their talk. Jean sat with a crinkle and blushed. Remy heard the sound and internally rejoiced, even though he already knew well in advance that the diaper was present. Remy sat across from the smaller boy, and his heft forced Jean upward, making him bounce in his seat. "So. How to start things..." Remy tapped at his chin thoughtfully. "I'm sure you've noticed some...Changes." "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Was the sarcastic, embittered reply. "No need to be so hostile, mon ami. It isn't anything that you haven't had to deal with before, is it?" Jean clamped his mouth shut and glared across the seesaw. Once again, Remy was attempting to allude to a past that Jean would rather keep buried. He refused to acknowledge it though, instead opting to keep on-topic. "How are you doing it?" It was Remy's turn to frown. In his case, it was more from the disappointment of Jean so impatiently trying to cut away the mystique of it all. It felt as if his masterpiece of the dark arts was being reduced to a cheap parlor trick! The larger boy turned his head and played coy, "Doing what? What exactly are you accusing me of?" "Don't act like you don't know! I don't know how you're doing it, but you're making me...Do things and wear things that aren't normal." The smile returned to Remy's face, "Wear things? Like what? Why don't you tell me what you're wearing right now?" Pink rushed to Jean's cheeks, "A d-diaper, you idiot! You know full-well, because you're the one that did it!" Remy faked a theatrical gasp at the 'revelation'. "A *diaper*? Like a big baby? Just like the one I caught you in at the soccer fields? I guess I shouldn't be *too* surprised, since you messed yourself at lunch. Are you blaming that part on me too?" It was a fine line for Jean Baptiste to be walking; he was angry and frustrated at the game that Remy was trying to play with him, but additionally he had to keep his fury subdued, as to not set off any more of Remy's fiendish tricks. "I didn't come here to let you mess around with me. Just talk straight and explain yourself." "Tch, you're no fun. What's the hurry? Afraid you'll be late getting home to watch a rerun of Dragontales? Fine, we can talk shop. Suppose that I *am* the one doing these things to you; how do you think you could stop me? What could you offer to make me stop?" They went up and down on the seesaw, like they were back in elementary. The question got posed as he was sent crashing back down, and it ripped away his words for the moments ahead. Remy took the silence as an answer in itself and continued on: "That's what I thought. You're powerless to change anything, except for maybe your dirty diapee. I wonder how popular you'll be once people see you for what you really are? It's almost like the timeline is correcting itself; like that second grader having his mommy buy him Pampers never really grew up." Jean was gripping the bar of the seesaw tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white. "...Just tell me what you want." Remy let out a small laugh, a genuine one at that; he hadn't expected that Jean would be so battered that he'd already be trying to bargain! He would have assumed that there would have been a lot more bluster and bravado from him! "I already told you what I wanted, but you went and broke my heart. Now I just want to see you squirm. I didn't bring you here to strike a deal; why would I? I'm the one holding all the cards!" "So you just brought me here to gloat?!" Remy shook his head, "No, I brought you here so you could understand what kind of fun I had in mind. Though, maybe I could be more lenient, if you were to apologize for that rude word you called me, mon ami." "Take a long walk off a short pier. I'm not going to apologize to you after what you've done! I don't like you, just get over it!" Remy sighed, "Well, then I guess there's really no helping it. I guess I'll just have to make sure you have a fun accident in every class you go to tomorrow. Might have to triple the size of that diaper too, so those pesky pants aren't a problem..." The blond turned pale once the ramifications of his hasty response were brewing before his eyes. "W-wait, no...look...I'm sorry that I called you that. It was mean.." How quickly thoughts can change when in the face of imminent destruction! So naked and blunt. "Hmm...Apology not accepted. You'll have to do something else." "L-like what?" Remy's smile curled up, "Poop in your diaper. Right now, in front of me. I could make you do it, but I'd rather you know that you're having to do it yourself. Do that and I won't make tomorrow the worst day of your life." It was do-or-die time for the young athlete. Either he debased himself now, or he risked suffering a far greater threat tomorrow at school. The choice was obvious, but it wasn't pleasant by any means. Jean began to lift his padded bottom up off the seesaw, while it was laying neutral. He began to push on his bowels. He hadn't thought he'd need to go again after what had happened earlier today, but anxiety assisted and he soon could feel things moving along in his lower gut. A low fart bubbled out and sputtered wetly in his diaper; as if it was the starting pistol to a race, solid chased gas immediately after and a large log began to cram itself into his babypants. The crackling of the turd and the rosy shade on Jean's face was all the evidence that Remy needed. This power he held over the blond was intoxicating, somehow even more-so than when he'd used the doll to get the same result. Seeing an opportunity to make things worse, Remy suddenly sprung his legs and made himself go up, which made Jean crash to the ground while in the middle of soiling himself. Before Jean could complain or make any action, Remy then forced himself down, which sharply rose Jean up and made him buck on the seesaw. The violent bounce was punctuated by the squish his bottom was dealing with, and immediately after a much wetter sounding release of mush from the sudden jostling. Just as Remy had planned, Jean had pooped in his diaper for him, but it was just the start of what was to come.