LS9: The Crap-O-Lantern (Part 1)

Long Story #9: The Crap-O-Lantern Content Tags: (Messy diapers, humiliation, magic, domination, age regression, mental regression, brain replaced magically by dirty diaper, braindrain, diaper blowout) "...U-ughh, that beer and candy isn't sitting well." The young teen groaned, putting a hand to his stomach. Halloween for a juvenile delinquent meant getting twisted on cheap beer stolen from parents and tasty sweets stolen from all these snot-nosed little brats. "We could hit up the convenience store, if you really gotta take a shit or something, or do you gotta puke?" The teen shook his head, "Nah, gotta take a dump." A third boy groaned, "Seriously, Jack? Going all the way to the store is going to throw our whole schedule off. We still have to go to Christina's party, you know I'm trying to lock that down." Jack, the teen with the gastrointestinal crisis, brushed an orange lock from his face and looked around. He grinned and turned back to his compatriots, "...I think I have a solution. We've already gone around and smashed a bunch of pumpkins, so maybe its time to try something a little more extreme." His buzzed friends looked confused, until they got a look for themselves at what Jack was seeing. "Shit, man. At the creepy house too? That's ballsy." Jack let out a laugh and led the charge with a loose stagger, his coordination flustered by the booze in his system, not that he would realize it. "It's perfect, man. You just sit on one of them like a fuckin' toilet, aaaannd..." He reached out and grabbed a small bedsheet 'ghost' that hung from a nearby string. "...Even have some paper!" The trio approached the Jack-o-lantern. It looked lovingly cut and crafted, just teeming with holiday spirit! Jack took a quick look around and saw that the coast was clear; almost no kids dared to come trick or treat at the 'spooky' house. As long as they weren't too loud, the person living inside wouldn't have any clue, at least until they noticed the damage tomorrow. "..Alright, you guys just keep a lookout, and I'll try to be quick." The teen lifted the lid from the large pumpkin and set it aside, before unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers. Even when he was sober, this wasn't exactly beyond the pale for him; he liked to push the envelope, and he had a crude sense of humor. He unceremoniously sat his bare ass down on the pumpkin and put his hands on his knees. The rude cacophony that followed was evidence that he hadn't been lying about the turmoil his gut was in; wave after wave of burning sludge, the gassy splattering of which echoed loudly within the makeshift potty. "...W-what are you doin' to my jack-o-lantern?!" Came a squeaky cry. The three boys turned their heads and saw that a little kid, still dressed in his Halloween costume, was standing there in total shock at what he was watching. Jack let out a final plop into the pumpkin and smirked, "Ah, gee, sorry kid. When you gotta go, you gotta go. 'Guess its a Crap-O-Lantern' now instead." The other two teenagers chuckled, but the little boy just looked mad. "I worked really hard on that! M-MOMMY!" He suddenly shouted. An ominous wind swept through the trees, and the ruffians found themselves unable to flee. For whatever reason, it was as if their muscles just refused to budge. They heard the door to the house open, and out stepped a woman who was dressed like a witch. "What's wrong, sweetie? Did another one of those filthy mortals try to pick on you again, or--" Her questioning halted once she got a view of the scene unfolding on her front lawn. "--And what are these hooligans doing?" The boy pointed at Jack with a tearful frown, "H-he...He...He pooped in my pumpkin!" It sounded even more unreasonable when it was said out loud. Smashing pumpkins was one thing, but this? This was exceedingly juvenile. The woman looked surprised, but kept a fairly calm demeanor. She took a good look at all three of the teenagers, as if contemplating what to do. "My son worked very hard to make that, young man. Are you so ill-trained that you couldn't hold it until you got home? Or so dimwitted that you thought it was a potty?" Jack still had liquid courage on his side, so boldness ran strong like a river. "Drank too much, really had to take a shit. What's it to you, hag? Gonna turn me into a frog?" The boy's mother narrowed her eyes at his lack of respect. "This isn't just a costume, I assure you. I also think you boys are much too young for alcohol..." The trio shared some snickering among themselves, but that ended real quick, when the woman raised her hand and said an incantation: "On Halloween, a night to have a ball, it looks as if these boys, are still far too small!" There was a burst of glimmering green light and in an instant, the three teenagers had begun to shrink down. Their clothes turned to cute little costumes, and physically, they couldn't be much older than grade school; maybe eight or nine at the most. She snapped her fingers and a little red imp in a diaper appeared in the air. "You two. You have the rest of the night to turn yourselves back to normal, each piece of candy will give you another month back. Once midnight comes, you're stuck at whatever age you've earned back. My little demon will be keeping an eye on your progress." "What the hell did you do to us you crazy bitc--" Another snap and an oversized pacifier appeared in Jack's mouth, while his two friends gawked in terror. "Any more questions? I'd get going if I were you. Oh, and boys? My little pet gets hungry, so you'd better feed him some of your candy, or else your evening might get much worse." The two kids, one dressed as a power ranger, while the other was a dinosaur, didn't have to be told twice. With pails in hand, they abandoned Jack and rushed out of the yard to go join the same children they'd been terrorizing over the last few hours. Meanwhile, Jack still couldn't move, and the witch was thoughtful over what the right course of action was. She looked down to her son, "It was your jack-o-lantern, sweetie. What do you think we should do with him?" The little boy got a wicked smile on his face. "Let me see...The punishment should fit the crime, I think. If the big baby thinks that my pumpkin is his potty, then that must be true!" The witch motioned toward Jack, and the filth-filled pumpkin suddenly transformed itself into a bulky diaper that kept the imagery of the gourd it sprung from, as well keeping the contents that Jack had put inside of it. "Can we play a game with him, mommy? Like the last boy?" The child excitedly asked, giggling at the sight of the diaper-clad kid in front of him. "Of course, my dear. What did you have in mind?" Her son came closer to Jack and prodded his 'pumpkin-pants' with a curious finger. "Hmm... He's only a lil' older than me, now. He can come trick-or-treat with me!" Jack furrowed his brow at the younger boy, but his words were still obstructed by the pacifier he'd been forced to suck on. Did this runt really expect him to go trick-or-treating, and while in a shitty diaper too? Then again, that sounded like he might be getting off easy, all things considered. "...And we'll still make a game of it. I am still pretty mad about what you did to my pumpkin." The boy added, giving the messy diaper a hard slap to the seat, resulting in a muffled squish. He turned to his mother, "Can I practice my magic on him, mommy?" The witch smiled sweetly and gently stroked her son's hair, "Of course, honey. I'll make sure he's spellbound to you for the night, so he won't try to run off. He's your toy to play with." A toy?! These freaks had some nerve! It did put a dent in his immediate plan though, which had in fact been to run away and hope that this magical regression would have some sort of timer to it. It looked like one way or another, he'd be spending Halloween with this twerp. The little boy put his hands on his hips, looking Jack up and down. "First we gotta put you in a costume... I'm a spooky skeleton, so you can't be that. We could make you a froggy, since you thought my mommy would turn you into that...Or maybe a black cat, since that'd make you like a familiar..." The jagged grimace beneath the pacifier told a story that Jack didn't care for those ideas, so the grade-schooler tapped his chin a few more times. "...So many ideas. Maybe we can rotate a few out throughout the night! Why settle on just one? So to start..." Casting forth a gnarled twig, the younger boy followed in the supernatural footsteps of his mother and uttered an incantation. At the end of it, the stick erupted with radiant power, and the result was Jack being dressed like... Captain Underpants?! Red towel for a cape, and a big pair of tighty whiteys that hardly concealed the bulky diaper beneath. "That's my favorite book! Its really funny." The boy chirped, not missing a step before he rose the wand again. "...And you'll need somethin' to put all that candy in.." Another flash of light and Jack felt something gripped between his fingers. It didn't feel like a pumpkin pail though; he looked down and went wide-eyed, it was a big crinkly diaper! His head tilted back up, glaring at the twerp in a confused rage. "...What? You mistook my jack-o-lantern for a potty, so obviously you can't tell the difference anyways, diaper boy." The tyke started to walk off, and compelled by the witch's magic, Jack had to follow, as if tethered by an invisible leash and harness. Once they'd gotten back on the sidewalk, the boy reached over and dislodged the pacifier from Jack's mouth. "There we go! Can't ask for candy with a binky in!" "You can't really expect me to walk around dressed like this, can you?" The question was met with a playful, nonchalant nod. "Yup! Now, we got a lotta houses to hit, so we should get to know each other better. I'm Mordred, but you can call me Morty or Mort. I'm seven years old and I'm learnin' magic from my mommy, now you." Walking around in this dirty diaper was proving difficult, even more-so now that his legs were shorter than he was used to. Matching Morty's excited pace was a struggle. "..Jack. My name is Jack, and I'm sixteen years old. I'm also supposed to be going to a Halloween party tonight, so if we could make this quick..." "Nine, you're not a big scary teenager anymore, remember? And your name is really Jack? Like...Jack-o-lantern?" Mordred giggled at the irony. Jack's face pinkened and he clutched his 'candy bag' more tightly. "W-whatever, that's not important. Didn't you hear what I said about that party?" "Don't worry, Jack-o-lantern. I'll make sure there's still time for you to go to your party." His words sounded genuine, but his smile was like that of a mischievous crocodile. The streets were full of the ebb and flow of children in myriad costumes, all jovial for one of the best nights of the year. Jack didn't escape ridicule from the sugar-fueled goblins, and it stung more to come from brats who he technically dwarfed in age. The vindictive side of him was trying to remember faces, so he could go on a campaign of pain when this was all over. For now, he had to suffer the indignity of traipsing around in a very poorly veiled dirty diaper. On this cold autumn night, the warmth of the pile that'd gotten him into this mess in the first place, was sadly the only physical comfort to speak of. They hit up a few houses, knocked on some doors, and said their 'trick-or-treats'. Each time, Jack had to unceremoniously present the large diaper out, so that the grownups could dump candy inside. He started lying and saying that it was a part of his costume, remembering from his own youth how much toilet humor was in those books. After their most recent house, Morty took a look inside the crinkly candy sack to see what Jack's haul was like so far. "Not bad! I think that's a good start to things...Now that you're comfy, we can start to play the game!" "..Game? I thought...I thought that's what we were already doing!" Jack argued, shivering while they stood still. The wizard shook his head, "Nope! You think trick-or-treating is a game? You hardly hafta do anything! I was just letting you get used to it again, since you're probably rusty. We still have a game to play, Jack-o-lantern!" Jack didn't like the sound of that. "We're gonna see who can get more candy. Grownups aren't always fair about it; they give more candy to the cuter kids with the bestest costumes. So if you fill up that diaper with candy before I fill up my bucket, then you win. I'll turn you back to normal and everything. If you lose...Well, try not to lose." Morty paused for a moment, "...Oh, and I meant to fill the diaper in your hands, not the one on your butt...But that gives me another idea!" Oh great, Jack had gotten himself swept into a chaotic bout of Calvinball, where the rules would continue to present themselves as the little boy thought them up. This didn't bode well for fairness. He watched as Morty plucked some candy from his own pail: "...Different candies you get will have different effects on you. Gummy candies will make you littler, hard candies will make you suck your thumb, stuff with nuts will make you dumber, and chocolate will make you POOP!" That last one sent Mordred into a giggling hysteria. "That's not fair! That means I'll be disadvantaged just by playing the game!" Morty stopped his laughing and pulled back the waistband of his victim's briefs. "I didn't say it was supposta be fair. You're being punished for being naughty, remember? But I'll give you a good head start.." The younger boy reached into his own pail with his free hand and started to pull out all the chocolate he'd gotten so far. With a few short words of power, the wrappers disappeared, and Morty proceeded to stuff them all down the back of the briefs. "..There! Now my pail isn't as full, which should even things out." (Continued in Part 2)