LS#3: Swayed (Part 2)

((Due to the length of the story, I had to split it into two different uploads. This is the second half, starting exactly where the last left off)) "I-I...I..Y-yeah...a closer..look.." I stammered in a daze. I could feel my feet shuffling forward without any real input from my brain; I had to get closer to his diaper. Coming up right behind him, I reached out a hand and put my palm up against the bulky backside of the diaper. Feeling the cushioned material press down under my palm, it almost felt like a spiritual experience. I heard Tatum laugh, "Guess I was right! You really do like diapers, huh? Sure you don't want to make fun of me for them? Isn't that why you came over in the first place? To bully me?" I couldn't coherently respond to his accurate accusations; my mind was being completely fogged over by the sight of his extra large Huggies. I had come over with mean-spirited intentions, but now all I could think to do was to take in the splendor of what he'd been gracious enough to present to me. The tyke clicked his tongue and shook his head, as if he caught a toddler in the cookie jar. "You're not the first one to try to give me a hard time...I have a special way of dealing with dummies like you. I can't really explain how, but it works every time...What was your name again? Hugo, right?" "Uh...Uh-huh.." I dully managed to respond. "Well Hugo, I'm the bully here now. You're just gonna be my dumb little toy, and I'll play with you until I get bored or until I break you. My diapers make people go all crazy, if I really want them to, and they make people listen to whatever I say." He was completely correct. Only moments of seeing the diaper had been enough to enslave my thoughts, to make me grow immediately obsessed with the crinkly thing, and by extension to revere the one wearing them. It was as if the mere sight had been enough to enthrall the primeval religious part of my brain. He intended to make an acolyte out of me, and I'd have little recourse but to gleefully play my part. A part of me was internally screaming to run away, that these desires were not my own, but that fragment of reason was overshadowed by sense of happiness and peace that the diaper was giving off. It was an object worthy of worship, like a glorious golden calf, and Tatum was the light-bearer that bore it. "I was wonderin' how long it'd take to get a new toy since I moved. I only do this to bullies, so I never know when it'll happen. You ready for the next part? Trust me, you're gonna love it...Not that you really got a choice." Tatum bent his knees forward and placed his palms on them; the readying stance was obvious to anyone who had ever watched a toddler for long enough. The boy began to quietly grunt, and with my hand firmly stuck to the back of his diaper, I could feel his whole core quivering in short intervals from the bodily strain he was producing. I began to feel something pushing out against my palm; the diaper was tenting out from the girth of something warm and solid and it gave my own spirit a sense of comforting warmth. If a relatively clean pair of Huggies was an object worthy of worship, then a soiled pair would be something to become completely and mindlessly devoted to. "Mmph...Y-you feel that? Now...I want you you to start smellin' it. You're gonna love the smell of my dirty diapers from now on, got it?" He didn't have to ask twice before my body was again acting on its own. This was a step too far for the rational part of my brain, so I desperately attempted to exert my willpower to stop it from happening. I wasn't some pitiful pet that could be instructed to do something so degrading! "N-no! I-I won't...I don't..want..to..." I groaned through clenched teeth, even as my face was starting to lower downward. "You do want to, Hugo. You can't help yourself, you gotta sniff my dookie diaper." As my nose inched closer and closer, taking shallow, tentative sniffs, my new taskmaster grew impatient and used one of his hands to grab at the back of my head and he then forced my face right into the backside of his filling diaper. I groaned again in clear distress, but within seconds I was becoming calmed by the mild odor that was emanating through the inch-thick padded material. Tatum went back to pushing and a loud, juicy, and comically long-winded fart began to blast and sputter into the diaper, vibrating the garment right against my entrenched nose. Mesmerized, I took a noisy, powerful whiff and let out a long sigh of relief from the sudden euphoric rush of the miasma. He continued to let out a series of gross, gurgling gasbombs into his Huggies, and I felt completely entranced. He had made me want this, to artificially place it at the top of my hierarchy of needs. The excessive gas made way for more steaming hot filth to drop and plop into his babypants, and the back of the diaper continued to puff out and expand around my nose. By this point, I was on my knees in the grass, with my hands wrapped around the side of his splayed thighs for balance, and with my face planted snugly into his bulging seat. If anyone were to walk by, there would be no explaining myself. "Nrrggg...Nnnfff...H-how about it? 'Hugo Huggies-Huffer', you like the smell of my poo? Sure sounds like you do! You're snortin' like a dumb lil' piggy!" He pushed a little more, but only a few more droppings tumbled into the diaper with a muted squelch. The domineering brat took a couple of moments to recoup his energy after such a cumbersome deposit, and he then reached back to pat the top of my head. "That's enough poo-fumes for you, dummy. You don't want someone to see what a gross little Huggies-huffer you're being, do ya?" I didn't want to forfeit this immeasurably great feeling, but I had no choice as he begun to move away from my position knelt down on the grass. I immediately fell forward onto my hands, into a crawl, and I tried to move back toward him to sniff at his seat again. "I said 'no'. You don't just get to smell my dirty diapers whenever you want. I decide when you're allowed." He chastised me, as he started to pull his shortalls back on to cover the wondrous thing of worship. "P-please! Just a few more sniffs! I'm begging you!" I pleaded, sounding like a drug addict just living to score my next hit. Tatum smiled broadly and reapplied the straps of his shortalls, completely covering the loaded diaper, save for the lingering odor and the lumpy fullness of his bottom. "I'll decide when you can have more. If you're really lucky, maybe I'll even let you wear one next time. I bet you'd really like that, huh?" I stupidly nodded my head at the sound of something so wonderful. How benevolent! How magnanimous! Tatum was surely unparalleled in his altruism to offer something so gracious to a piddling wretch such as me! To not only be allowed to gaze upon its lumpy magnificence, or to take in the heavenly aroma that trailed from its sagging splendor, but to actually be deemed worthy enough to wear it myself? To sit and squish and bask in the warmth? He laughed harder than before and gave me a look that almost betrayed some sense of pity from how badly he'd warped my delicate mind. "Oh wow...I've broken a lotta bullies, but no one's gone as fast as you! Your brain mus' be kinda weak and stupid." Tatum turned to directly face me, the curtain now fully again shrouding the sacred bauble of my idolatry. With his hypnotic Huggies now covered, and standing far enough away for the scent of his misdeeds to become much more faint, the fog began to lift from my mind. I could once again feel a grip of clarity and self-control. I looked dumbfounded, I'm sure, and my unquenchable wants were melting into nothingness in the hallways of my head. How could I have ever thought such things? How could I have been so happy with a position so degrading? The tendrils of the boy's influence had completely rescinded their all-encompassing throttle. I slowly and shakily began to make my way back to my feet, looking at the grinning tyrant as if he was some ferocious beast. "Did you have fun playing with me, Hugo? I had fun, so I hope you did too." "How...How did you...I couldn't stop, I--" The words flowed out without cohesive structure and my feet were already fumbling backwards to make some more distance between me and Tatum. "I know. I told you, my diapers can make people act kinda crazy...Especially real dummies like you. You're the one that wanted to see it so badly though, so you only got yourself to blame." I pursed my lips, "J-just stay away from me, you freak! Or else...or else..." my words trailed off nervously. "Or else what? You'll tattle and have no one believe you? Even if someone did believe you, you'd hafta tell them how you were sniffin' at my poopy diaper." He taunted in response. He took my silence as an admission of defeat and continued: "That's what I thought. You're my new toy, Hugo, and I'll play with you until I get bored. If you're good, then I'll just throw you away, but if you're bad...I'll break you." Tatum put his hands on his hips, reveling in my meekly hung head. "Good. Now I'm gonna go get a diaper change, before I get a rash...But first, you're gonna show me that you're a good boy. Poop in your pants." I looked up to see if he might mercifully be joking, but the look on his face said otherwise. What could I really do? He'd already proven he could own my mind and make me do as he wished, so if I disobeyed now... I turned around to let him watch me fill out both my order and my briefs. The first time was unimaginably difficult for me; it was tossing out and fully disregarding nearly a decade of ardent, ingrained toilet training. I had to push and pant, grunting and nearly on myself to get the large sticky steamer to slither into the back of my underpants. It was humiliating, but it beat the alternative. Tatum seemed pleased with my decision and walked over to reach up and give me a pat on the head. "Good! Now go home and show someone what you did...And remember, we're neighbors now, so you won't be able to hide from me forever. We'll be having lots of fun together." That was it. That'd been the mortifying origins of how'd I come to this point. I was mesmerized by their rhythmic sway, enthralled by their putrid stench...I was enslaved by hypnotic Huggies, and Tatum was far from being bored with me.