Story #69: Deja-Voodoo (Part I)

Story #69: Deja-Voodoo (Part I) (Part 3 to 'Pin-Cushioned') (Content Tags: Bedwetting, messy undies, multiple undies worn as a diaper, voodoo, scorned love, blackmail) Remy had woken up early and motivated. Jean Baptiste had woken up late and soaked. The effects of Remy's meddling in the life of his crush had come to fruition over the night, and just as he'd done to the voodoo doll, Jean had wet the bed quite heavily over the course of the night. It was a distant yet frighteningly familiar feeling for the blond, to wake to that particular smell. Jean Baptiste had missed his alarm by over twenty minutes. He was the only one in the house, and he was currently melting down in crisis mode. His bedding and 'pajamas' were totally drenched and smelled like per; his bathroom trash can had both a loaded diaper and a poopy pair of briefs; he had less than twenty minutes left to shower, dress, and get out the door. He had to consider quickly on what was absolutely necessary. He *had* to take a shower, or else he'd smell like pee. He obviously had to get dressed to go to school. He couldn't leave his wet clothes or sheets in here, or else they'd totally stink up the room. He *definitely* couldn't leave his poopy britches in his bathroom... Just about the only non-essential things he could skip were brushing his hair or teeth and grabbing breakfast. There wasn't a lot of room for error here. Jean hastily stripped down and put his wet clothes and bedding into a bundle on the floor. Then, he took the quickest, coldest shower that he could tolerate, and sloppily dried himself off. *Ten minutes left*. He had to push into overdrive here! He grabbed the smelly trash bag from the bathroom and put it next to the pile of soggy laundry. Grabbing whatever were the closest clothes he could find, he started to get dressed. Around this time, while already sitting outside the school, Remy was watching the doll with fixed curiosity. Now seemed like a good time for some chaos... Just as Jean had tugged on a pair of briefs, the back of them began to sag with a large weight. Mud was in the doll's underpants, and thus there had to be something in the undies of the person it reflected. "A-again?!" This was shaping up to be a bigger issue than Jean had thought! And the clock was still ticking ever-closer to his deadline to make the bus. He let the load-laden underpants drop to the floor and he placed them in the trashcan with his other dirty garments; what if this happened at school? He needed a better option... Looking at his dresser drawer, only one thing appeared in his head, as embarrassing as it may be. He grabbed a fresh pair of briefs and heavily lined them with toilet paper and then pulled them on; then, he began to put pair after pair on top of them, making a makeshift diaper out of a multitude of briefs. Once he'd gotten dressed, he was down to just a few minutes left. He grabbed the trash bag and the pile of wet laundry and struggled to get them both down the stairs. He tossed the wet sheets and clothes in the washing machine and closed it, though in his haste, he'd forgotten to turn the machine on. Then, quickly getting his shoes on and his backpack, he ran out the door and haphazardly tossed the trash bag on top of the trash can outside. He didn't notice, since he was jogging to the bus stop, that the bag fully of smelly garments had fallen off where he'd put it, instead being behind the trash can. Jean Baptiste only barely caught the bus. It probably would have been more prudent to just pick *one* shame to hide, since in his sloppiness, it was likely that both would be discovered now. His little sister would get home before he did, so there was a high chance that she could notice the half-open trash bag on the driveway, or that the washing machine was occupied. That would be a concern for *after* school. He'd have to survive the day first, before he could worry about what came after. While Jean toiled and stressed on the bus, Remy was happily holding the doll near and thinking about how he should torment his crush today. He'd noticed the 'makeshift diaper' that the doll now had on, and he relished how cute it was, that Jean was desperate enough to fashion a 'diaper' by clearing out his underwear drawer. He'd let the blond stay tidy and dry for the moment being, but he had no plans on letting those briefs go unsoiled for the whole day. This would be a fun opportunity to not only make Jean squirm, but also to do away with those big kid undies of his; he wanted Jean Baptiste clad in poofy Pampers from now on, and the boy wouldn't have any other options after everything else was ruined. The first few classes of the day went off without a hitch; Jean had been paranoid that he'd have yet another accident, or that his undies would magically transform into a diaper again, but nothing of the sort had happened yet. At worst, the blond had been interrogated by a few people who had been at the soccer match the day before, but they'd seemed to believe him when he said he'd just slipped into some mud. That made much more sense, didn't it? For someone as athletic and well-liked as Jean Baptiste, not many *wanted* to believe that he'd soiled himself like a toddler. He was in middle school, not preschool! Their acceptance of his fib made him feel more at ease, that much was obvious. Remy on the other hand, was somewhat annoyed that the events of yesterday were sliding right off of his precious prey. He hadn't wanted to totally destroy Jean's reputation after one day, but he'd expected at least a *little* disbelief or mockery. He watched quietly, from class to class, getting further and further incensed. By lunch, Remy decided that it was time to push things a little bit further. He didn't have the patience to pace out the punishment as gradually as he'd planned to on paper, and the doll in his bag kept calling out to be used. As was normal, Remy sat alone at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, while Jean Baptiste was chatting and laughing with a gaggle of friends. The other boys wanted to crack jokes with him, the girls swooned over the 'soccer star', and Remy was left alone with a feeling of sick jealousy. He didn't want to be popular like Jean was, but he wanted to be over there, sitting right next to the boy with an arm around his waist. He longed for his feelings to be reciprocated, and in lieu of that, he longed to break Jean until he was small enough to come crawling to Remy voluntarily. "Such the lady killer, mon ami. I wonder how much they'd still gush over you if they knew what you'd had under your soccer shorts yesterday.." Remy quietly mused out loud, opening up his messenger bag to take the doll out from it. "...Probably about as much as they will after you reek like a diaper pail, cher." He set the doll on his thigh and reached for the satchel with his supplies inside. With everything in front of him, it was time to decide what he would be doing to his beloved. He wasn't yet sure that he wanted to completely ruin Jean's social standing; his initial desire was to ruin him to a point that Jean wouldn't feel too big to be dating a 'loser' like him, but a part of him also wanted Jean to still be popular once they were together... Decisions, decisions... Remy grabbed the blue needle and looked back up at Jean. He'd hold off on making the humiliation too public, at least for the moment, and would instead steady his efforts toward making the blond feel insecure about himself. He prodded the doll in the gut with the needle, and watched as Jean suddenly stood up to excuse himself from the table. Remy had given the boy some intense cramps, and not wanting a repeat of his other 'accidents', Jean made a beeline out of the cafeteria and toward the bathrooms. The dark haired boy didn't immediately follow, instead waiting thirty seconds before he got up to trail him. He had no intentions of letting his crush actually make it to the toilet. To make sure that he couldn't get too far ahead, he also jabbed the needle into the doll's leg, which gave Jean the sensation of a rolled ankle. The blond came into view for him, just right around the corner and limping into the boy's room; Remy grinned and followed behind him, already getting the bayou mud ready to deposit in the doll's makeshift diaper. "Ughhh..." Jean helplessly groaned as he headed toward the nearest stall in the otherwise empty bathroom. "Can't believe how b-bad I have to go.." Remy pulled back the waistband of the multitude of undies on the doll and gave his mental intentions that he wanted a short delay on the mirroring process. He scooped a large amount of the mud and dropped it in. Then, to help break the ice, he put a more immediate order on dropping the boy's pants. "W-what the..!" Jean stammered as his belt suffered a failure and his pants began to drop around his ankles, showing the thick stack of briefs he was wearing. "...No Pampers today, mon ami? Pottytrained your way up to...Trainers?" The blond whipped around, eyes widening once he saw that Remy had also come in here. "T-they aren't trainers, they're just underpants! S-stop looking at them!" "..They looked a little big for just underpants, unless you're wearing like, over a dozen pairs!" Remy snickered, watching as Jean Baptiste bent down to grab a hold of his fallen slacks. And then the delay had ended on that bayou mud, which meant... **BRAAAAAAP! SPPPLLLOOOORRRT!!!** It was an endlessly flatulent, gurgling discharge of utter evacuation. It wasn't slow or subtle, but instead was speeding and intense; the back of the makeshift diaper began to swell out, as the first layer of underpants were filled to their maximum capacity by the torrent of smelly sludge. It was over in a matter of seconds, but it left Jean feeling like he'd lost years off his life with how embarrassed he felt in this moment. He shot back up, without grabbing his pants, but he was just paralyzed there, unsure how obvious his filthy flooding had been. Remy clicked his tongue and came up to the smaller boy, "..Maybe you should have stuck with the Pampers, eh? Sounds like you just had Katrina happen in there. Though, fortunately, the 'levees' seem to have held up okay.." Before Jean could inquire about the crude metaphor, Remy was once again grabbing the other boy's rear end and giving the magmatic mound within a firm squeeze. "..Oh, poor baby, that *is* bad...Must bring up some memories for you, huh?" Jean felt the hot muck spreading across his rump and oozing underneath toward the front; Remy's intrusive grope had surely made sure that an extra couple of pairs were now permanently stained a shameful brown. "N-no, it doesn't, I..." He anxiously stammered. Remy squeezed a little harder and then let go, "Oh, désolé! I'm guessing you don't want me making things worse, eh? But, we keep meeting like this, and it makes me think that perhaps we should get together for a talk, when you aren't in such an...Awkward position. After school, yes?" Jean Baptiste finally broke from his paralysis and hastily began to pull his pants back up over his messy britches. "A-and why would I want to do *that*? I already told you that I'm not interested; I-I'm not some kind of *fag*." Remy narrowed his eyes at the term, but didn't comment on it. "I think you'll still want to have a talk...Unless you'd rather I do the talking on the school yard, about your whole 'situation', Pampers and all.." He gave his beloved another more gentle pat on the rear and turned to leave, "Think it over, but I expect I'll be seeing you."