Diaper Post -- (Author) binkieblondeboy

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 8, 2023 at 8:44 AM
Content: “Hey Jamie, watcha doing!? Drawing pictures?” Chitra, a young busty girl of college age with a sharp hourglass figure, dark brown skin and long voluminous hair asked.

“Oh uh, nothing.” Jamie, a short relatively pasty white kid of the same age, replied, hastily closing his notebook.

“Is that what you do? Are you an artist or something? Is that what you study?” Chitra continued bombarding him with further questions.

“No.” Jamie replied. “I actually studied uh. . . history and mythology.”

“Oh, so you graduated.” Chitra said. “So what is it you do now?”

“I work at a uh. . . restaurant as a waiter.” Jamie replied. “I hear you work down at the. . .”

“Oh, sorry.” Chitra said. “I have to go. They’re calling me.”

She abruptly hurried off down the track field toward her teammates who were beckoning her.

“Yeah well, bye.” Jamie sighed as he stuffed his notebook into his shoulder back.

Finding that he was at a loss of his pen, he set his bag down along the bleacher seat next to him as he looked about for his pen.

Just then, his bag suddenly vanished beside him as it was whisked under the bleachers beneath. Hopping down off the bleacher, Jamie found Colin and friends chilling and smoking beneath with Colin rummaging through his shoulder bag.

“Come on Colin, give it back.” Jamie said, already with little to no patience.

“Chill out Jamie, it’s not like you have anything we want to keep.” Colin replied, taking out Jamie’s notebook. “What, is this your drawing book?”

“Give it back, Colin!” Jamie demanded, though with not enough vigor in his entire body to come off in any way commanding.

“Here.” Colin said, tossing Jamie’s shoulder bag back toward, though without the notebook which he proceeded to flip through. “Let’s see your great art work. A zombie, a space monkey and, what’s this, a guy in a bib and a diaper. . . cool.”

“Come on Colin.” Jamie said, picking up his bag and reaching out to grab his notebook only for Colin to raise it high in the air.

“And, what’s this. . . is this supposed to be a girl? Is this supposed to be Chitra? Did you draw a picture of Chitra?” Colin and the others laughed. “Does she know about this? You should show her. I’m sure she’ll be flattered.”

“Why do you do this to me?” Jamie groaned.

“Do what?” Colin asked. “I’m only giving you a compliment. But if you don’t like what I have to say then forget it. . . your drawings suck.”

Colin swiftly tore the pages from Jamie’s notebook and flung them in the air where they were promptly carried off by the wind.

“You better pick up all these papers Jamie. You don’t want to get fined for littering.” Colin mocked as he and the others went about their way.

“He’s such a freaking geek.” One of his friends remarked.

Jamie just stood where he was for a second, glaring in vain at Colin and the others as they walked away amid the flurry of notebook papers that blew across the field.

Slowly, he gained the strength in his legs to gradually begin to gather up his loose notebook drawings, one paper at a time. Bitterly, he picked up his drawing of the zombie, his drawing of a monkey astronaut, his drawing of his adult baby man . . . he crumpled up and tossed back on the ground.

He then picked up his drawing of the girl that resembled Chitra which had a little bit of dirt on it. He carefully took the time to dust it off when. . .

Thud!

Jamie turned around and looked about. Looking down he saw a box laying on the ground behind him, one that clearly wasn’t there before as far as he could recall. He picked up the box and looked at it. It was a box for a computer drawing tablet with a digital pen. He looked about some more. . . no one was around for a hundred yards.

He couldn’t say where it’d come from or who he could turn it into. He didn’t have a computer of his own, nonetheless a drawing tablet. Perhaps, he thought, he’d just wait around for a minute or two or maybe just a few seconds to see if anyone came around to claim it before quickly stuffing it in his little shoulder bag and hurrying off with it.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 8, 2023 at 8:53 AM
Content: Part 2

Arriving at his home where he still lived with his mother, Jamie was quick to confine himself in his storage space of a bedroom, packed with discarded clothes, shelves and boxes of old toys and a modest collection of books. After making himself comfortable, he was quick to unbox his new-found computer tablet and immediately set it up upon his small wooden desk where he’d initially kept his old school supplies.

He plugged it in, turned it on and immediately delved deep into exploring all its features and built in apps. There were classic computer games, a word processor, a calendar system and a virtual assistant called Yoki. But it was then that he caught sight of the app most alluring to his appeal. . . a built in drawing program.

Unable to quell the anticipation a minute longer, he quickly started up the app and broke out the digital stylist pen. Starting up the software, he found it most impressive, as well as user friendly for a built in app. It had various blend modes, a wide ranging color-palette and the near innumerable selection of brush heads. It was everything he could have wanted and more. Eager to try his drawing skills at this brand new digital medium with a plethora of possibilities, Jamie took up his stylist pen. . . and froze upon realizing he had no idea what to draw. There was nothing in particular he liked to draw: no character, no animal, no mythical beast.

Well there was one thing.

It was rare that he wouldn’t find himself in the mood for diaper art, but never before did he feel totally safe to draw it without leaving behind any sort of traceable evidence for others, including his mother, to find. But now his work could be encrypted and password protected. All he needed was a model.

Rummaging through his old archive of magazines and newspaper ads he’d collected over the years, primarily in his youth from the trash bins of various waiting rooms and his mother’s own subscription mail as sketch models. Rolling Stone, In Style, Seventeen and. . . there it was. Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition from 2003 with model Petra Nemcova (must be European) on the front cover, shown sitting on the beach untying the string of her red bikini thong. It was perfect!

Jamie instantly put pen to tablet, taking a bit of his time to adjust and finagle about with the pen and brush settings, and immediately began to bring his vision to life with the Sports Illustrated magazine by his side as direct inspiration. He was careful to draw her sleek figure, her deep alluring eyes, lush lips, long flowing hair blowing in the breeze, her round bosom and smooth legs. Then, for the pièce de ré·sis·tance, he drew a large white diaper in place of her bikini bottom where instead of her untying the string of her thong he had her un-taping the tab of her diaper. A quick dabble through the color swatches and texture brushes and. . . et voilà, His masterpiece was complete.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough. So much so he felt compelled to share it. He’d never shared his work before, or more specifically his kinky diaper art, but with his new computer now’s just as good a time as any. Twitter and Facebook were out of the question; too public to share anything that personal. He could share it on Deviantart, anonymously of course. That’s what he’ll do. He quickly saved his drawing as a JPEG and. . .

There was one little thing he had to do first. He begrudgingly got up from his chair and walked down stairs.

“Hey mom, what’s the Wi-Fi password?” He said.

Later that night, Jamie showed up, dressed and ready at the restaurant where he’d worked the past nine months. The hours were late, the customers near unbearable at times along with some of his fellow staff members, but it paid nonetheless. There, he spent the night waiting tables: taking orders, delivering food, collecting what tiny morsels of tips that had been left behind for him, etc., all while counting down the hours, then the minutes and then the last few seconds, all to just go home, dress out of his uniform and crash on the bed without even the time or energy to eat or take a shower.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 8, 2023 at 9:14 AM
Content: Part 3

The following morning, Jamie rose bright and early. He had gotten only about four hours of actual sleep, but the eagerness of getting a chance to get back on his new computer to check and see what updates awaited him on his first ever post was enough of an energy boost to wake him up. He booted up his tablet and immediately hopped online.

Dipster King was the username he came up with. Clever, right?

He entered his account. . .

And no new notifications. No comments, no likes and no views of his diaper drawing other than his own. To say he was disappointed would be a drastic understatement. But who knows, maybe in time it will gather some reactions.

After a lackluster Deviantart debut, Jamie checked up on his email inbox, finding only a dismal listing of job opportunities, an update in his bank account and a message from Deviantart congratulating him on his new account. After that, still not feeling the slightest bit tired, he took a long scroll through the general morning news feed, though with only the time and patience to read the headlines.

In politics there was scandal with the former White House counsel, hearings at the Capitol, outrage over a bill and words minced over the campaign trail. In world news there was war, famine, water shortage and financial downturns. In economics there was talk of recession, inflation, rallying stocks and the incredible shrinking markets. In tech there were articles on the growth of EV’s, speculation on the prospects of a.i. takeover, the latest new crypto coin and big announcements in social media. In entertainment, the announcement of yet another F&F sequel, gossip regarding the identity of a celeb’s latest lover, famed model gets stuck in diaper and outrage over one split scene in the latest movie. In sports, the latest NWSL scores, basketball trade and scandal in the world of WWE. A whole world of events happening beyond the confines of his bedroom.

That afternoon, with a day off work, Jamie loitered down by the university track field. . . for no particular reason. He waited and waited, doodling concept sketches in his new notebook until he eventually came to the obvious conclusion that the girls’ track and field team weren’t meeting for practice that day, in which case he had no other reason for staying there.

As soon as he returned home, and after grabbing a quick snack from the kitchen, Jamie confined himself in his room once again, hopping back on his computer tablet to check up on his deviant post. He even stayed signed in on his account to quicken the time. . . still no reactions, though there was one new view.

How naive he was, thinking he’d garnish instant views and become a new trending force within the diaper community. What a loser. The sad part was that this was to be the highlight of his day. Now he’s just back to being bored again in the hopes that the boredom will distract him from the immense sorrow he’d otherwise feel being a grown man still living with his mother, stuck working as a waiter whose only excitement came from doodling pictures of girls who wouldn’t give him the time of day and wearing diapers. It was times like these that social media was his only effective means of escapism.

Diving headlong into the tumultuous sea that was Twitter, Jamie found a plethora of memes, jokes, ridiculous opinion remarks and celeb news to satisfy his unhealthy appetite. He found people making fun of the latest political gaf (hilarious), a fresh gallery of baby animal pics (adorable), a deluge of fan-generated memes of the brand new Barbie movie (also hilarious) and odd news of a famous supermodel that reportedly got stuck wearing a diaper at a local gala event.

. . .wait, what? Now he had to read that.

Czech supermodel, Petra Nemcova, once famed for her appearance on the swimsuit cover of Sports Illustrated, reportedly left a gala event early late last night after reportedly telling several confidants that she’d found herself stuck in a diaper that she was unable to remove herself. A spokesperson of Nemcova confirmed this morning in a press release that the model did in fact leave the gala event early over concerns regarding a diaper the model claims “mysteriously” appeared on her person during the evening’s event. The release goes on to state that subsequent attempts thereafter to remove the diaper have proved unsuccessful and that Nemcova had still yet to remove the diaper at the time of the press release.

Update: The spokesperson claims that Nemcova was able to remove the diaper after having had the time to soil it, but, after having discarded the diaper, another had unexpectedly appeared in its place.

That’s strange, Jamie thought. Not since the controversy around Natalie Portman’s lack of diaper wear in Lucy in the Sky had there ever been such diaper news associated with such a high profile figure. The name though rang a bit of a bell.

Wait a minute! Who was that model he saw the other night? Jamie quickly retrieved the Sports Illustrated issue he drew inspiration from just the day prior. It was. . . Petra Nemcova. What a coincidence? But wait, could it be?

“I’m psychic.” Jamie whispered to himself. “I just predicted the future. At least this might be the thing to draw some attention to my drawing.”

“If only it could be that easy.” A voice said.

“Who the hell said that?” Jamie said, rising from his chair and looking about the room.

“I did.” The voice replied. “It’s I. . . Yoki, your personal assistant.”

The voice was coming from his tablet.

“Oh crap. I guess I forgot to turn off the digital assistant.” Jamie said. “I should probably do that now.”

“Oh you can’t turn me off Jamie.” Yoki replied. “You see, I’m not just a personal assistant.”

“. . .Then what are you?” Jamie asked, growing discernibly freaked out.

“Why, I’m what you might call a spirit. A demon actually.” Yoki replied. “I hail from a world you mortal beings couldn’t even begin to imagine.”

“I see.” Jamie replied awkwardly. “And why is it you’re contacting me through my computer?”

“Well it’s all quite simply Jamie.” Yoki replied. “You see, I was the one who left this tablet for you to find in the first place. To help you with your brand new art career.”

“I’m not a professional artist.” Jamie said.

“Oh yes you are.” Yoki replied. “After all, it was your drawing that put that model in diapers. That was your doing.”

“What do you mean?” Jamie asked nervously.

“You see Jamie, this isn’t any ordinary tablet I gave you. It’s a magic tablet, one that brings your drawings to life, literally.” Yoki replied. “You drew that model in a diaper and so that model has ended up in a diaper in real life.”

“You mean. . . I did that? I made that happen?” Jamie asked.

“Why yes. Haven’t you been listening?” Yoki replied.

“That’s ridiculous.” Jamie replied. “How do I know you’re not just some hacker and this is just some stupid trick?”

“I’m no hacker, Jamie.” Yoki replied. “In fact, allow me to prove it to you right now.”

A stream of smoke suddenly emanated from his tablet screen, carrying across the room and expanding like a thick black fog. When the smoke faded away, Jamie saw a tall figure, about seven feet tall, thin with long arms, long fingers like spider legs with sharp nails, pale skin, long spiky hair, black eyes, a big grinning mouth filled with teeth like shark’s teeth, a large pair of bat wings protruding from his back and two horns atop his head while wearing nothing more than a pair of black leather pants, a spiky belt and leather cuff bracelets. Jamie was in complete awe.

“Are you Yoki?” He asked.

“Why yes.” Yoki replied. “My actual name is Dokuseami, but you can just call me by my nickname Yoki. I’m a spirit of technology, telecommunications to be exact, and I have found you Jamie to be a person of great interest for my cause.”

“And what’s that.” Jamie asked.

“I’ve been looking for the individual with just the right amount of talent and creativity needed to bless the world wide web with their terrific works of art. You see, the internet has sorely been missing the kind of imagination and passion that you can so bring. There’s a whole untapped market out there in need of being filled and you’re just the person to fill it with your specific kind of style and artistic vision.” Yoki said.

“My vision? You mean like my space monkey character?” Jamie asked.

“Not exactly.” Yoki replied. “I was thinking of your more sensual work, your diaper work to be precise. There’s so few of it out there on the web. But your style and imagination can change that and with that tablet I provided you your work will quite literally change the world. Any person you so depict in a diaper shall end up in diapers. It’s that simple. And in time, who knows, you can be the one to turn diapers into a trend, with my help of course.”

“. . . Right.” Jamie replied. “This all sounds too strange to be true. How do I know you’re not just a figment of my deranged and lonely imagination?”

“Well that’s all quite simple. Allow me to demonstrate.” Yoki said.

With a snap of Yoki’s long fingers, Jamie was taken off his feet and blown to toward the other end of the room, landing flat on his bed whereupon his pants unbuckled itself and flew straight off from his legs along with his shorts, leaving his privates completely exposed. Yoki then lifted Jamie’s legs up and, with a raise of his hand, a large diaper appeared in his claws which he laid down beneath Jamie’s rear. Jamie, still ashamed and utterly embarrassed, not to mention freaked out over his nudity, kept his legs closed and his hands over his privates.

“Come on now, don’t be shy.” Yoki said as he raised his head once more, a bottle of baby powder materializing within his grasp. “There’s no part of you I haven’t seen already. Whatever that tablet sees I see, you know.”

Yoki then coated Jamie’s rear with powder before gently spreading his legs and sprinkling some more upon his genitals. He then folded up the diaper and laid it smooth over Jamie’s groan, hooking it into place with the tabs.

“There, now does that feel like a figment of your imagination Jamie?” Yoki asked.

“Uh, I guess not.” Jamie replied, sitting up and feeling the crinkly diaper with his hand. “So you really came to me to help make diaper art and change the world, is that correct?”

“Yes Jamie. You now possess the power to influence the world with your art in ways you could have never before dreamed of.” Yoki said.

Jamie again was lifted up from off the bed, his padded butt landing softly in his computer chair, the tablet pen floating into his hand.

“Go forth Jamie and draw on your brand new tablet. Let the world know what you’re capable of.” Yoki said.

After a moment of just sitting there, both uncertain and a little overwhelmed, Jamie slowly put pen to tablet and let his imagination flow through his pen.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 14, 2023 at 9:44 AM
Content: Part 4

The next morning, despite the tiredness of having stayed up much of the night drawing on his tablet, Jamie rose early with renewed zeal to check up on any updates regarding his latest post. He hopped on his computer, still in the diaper he had on the night before, and immediately hit the web, checking not his Deviantart account but instead hitting the search engine, looking up the latest news on Taylor Swift. The results. . .

Swift surprises child fan, Swift album breaks new records, Swift tour sold out.

Nothing! To say he was disappointed would be an understatement.

It didn’t make sense. The demon that appeared from his tablet the night before told him it would work. Why did nothing happen?

“Yoki!” Jamie shouted.

He got no response. Ugh. . . maybe he just imagined the whole thing. Maybe all these years of loneliness really was making him insane. That diaper he had on was most likely one of his own secret stash. Although, he didn’t recall having anything nearly this soft or cushiony in his collection.

Later that afternoon, Jamie waited down by the campus track field where he sat doodling a picture.

“Hey Jamie!” A voice interrupted him. It was Chitra.

“Hey.” Jamie replied. “Practice going well?”

“Ugh, no.” Chitra griped. “I f-ing hate track practice. It’s so exhausting. I mean, I like running in competitions, but it’s just so tiring doing training every other day. I’m glad this is my last year before I graduate.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Jamie replied. “Do you like my drawing?”

Jamie showed her a picture of a cute puppy he drew.

“That’s so cute!” Chitra said. “I love animals so much. Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“You can have it if you want.” Jamie said.

“Can I!?” Chitra replied with glee. “Oh, thank you so much. I love it.. . Say, are you available to hang out tomorrow after practice?”

“Yes.” Jamie said. “I mean. . . no. I’ve got work.”

“Oh.” Chitra replied. “Well what about next week?”

“I’ll have to check my schedule.” Jamie replied. “But I’m sure we can find a place and a time.”

“Okay.” Chitra replied. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call you. . . no wait, I don’t have your number. Just meet me back here tomorrow or whenever and we’ll figure it out.”

“Okay!” Jamie said, waving her farewell. “. . . Oh, wait! You forgot your drawing!”

Back at home, Jamie lay in bed doing little of nothing. He was bored, but content. After a while of just laying back and fantasizing, he eventually got up to fetch a snack from the kitchen. On his way back, he inevitably passed by his mother’s room where she could be heard watching television, entertainment news of all things.

“Concert goers and Swift fans are up in arms after the pop singer abruptly ended a show early this evening with the artist and her management citing health concerns. Yet reporters and social media sleuths alike are taking notice of another peculiar detail that emerged from the singer’s latest performance with many pointing out a bizarre wardrobe decision by the pop pop singer with many citing what appears to be Swift wearing a diaper beneath her outfit while performing on stage. Swift’s spokespeople have yet to comment on that particular allegation.” The reporter said.

Wait. . . could it be, Jamie thought to himself. He hurried into his room and closed the door, hopping immediately on his computer and bringing up the search engine. It was true!

Was Swift wearing a diaper during her latest performance!? Internet abuzz with rumor about Tayler Swift wearing diaper during performance. #SwiftChange trending after embarrassing costume detail pointed out by concert goers. Swift fans fiercely reject accusations that the pop singer was wearing a diaper on stage.

“Oh my god.” Jamie said quietly to himself. “I am a god.”

“Not exactly there, chief.” A voice replied.

Yoki suddenly materialized in a cloud of smoke that came from his tablet.

“So. . . so what you said was true.” Jamie said. “I can put people in diapers by just drawing them.”

“I told you.” Yoki replied. “You should know better than to question your demon daddy.”

“This is awesome.” Jamie asked. “ So how exactly does this whole thing work?”

“It’s simple.” Yoki replied. “Whoever you draw in a diaper shall end up wearing them in real life within twenty-four hours after posting the images online. So long as the picture ends up capturing most of their likeness or if you include their name in the description the mystic forces will know who you’re referring to. You can even go beyond diapering if you please. Draw them in a dirty diaper and they’ll wet themselves compulsively. Draw them in a bib and they’ll be stuck drinking from a bottle and eating mashed food. Draw them being spanked and the spirits shall spank them and sit them in time out every time they behave badly. There is so much more potential with what you are capable of doing.”

“Can I draw other things aside from diaper art?” Jamie asked.

“. . . yes.” Yoki replied. “But the spirits are more receptive to artists who specialize and stick to a particular style or topic of work. To deviate from your established work will likely throw them off and cost you their interests. You can’t afford to displease the fans, you know.”

“I see.” Jamie said. “Well my diaper art is the most sensational. So I can just keep drawing people in diapers and they’ll end up in diapers?”

“That’s right.” Yoki replied.

“Cool.” Jamie said, eagerly taking his tablet pen in hand. “Just who should I draw next?”

“Anyone you like.” Yoki replied.

“I got it. . .” Jamie shouted as he feverishly put pen to tablet screen. “I’ll draw Miley Cyrus. She seems like someone who’d be into it.”

“Excellent Jamie. Good choice. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it too.” Yoki replied.

Jamie brought up several pictures as reference. He drew, re-drew and drew again.

“Just draw her hair, her eyes, no no no her nose is off. I don’t like the pose either. God this whole thing is a mess.” Jamie said in frustration, throwing his pen against the wall.

“Calm down, calm down.” Yoki replied. “You’re just over-stressed is all. . . here, let daddy Yoki take care of you.”

Yoki then snapped his fingers and like that Jamie was lifted up out of his chair and onto his bed where his shirt, pants and shorts were stripped from his body, leaving him completely naked.

“Whoa.” Jamie exclaimed. “What are you. . ?”

“Calm down. I’m just going to diaper my little man for being such a good artist.” Yoki replied, materializing a diaper in one hand and powder in the other.

“Do we have to do this?” Jamie said shyly. “I’m really not in the mood.”

“Of course you’re in the mood Jamie.” Yoki replied, lying Jamie down and sliding the diaper beneath his pale naked rear. He then dumped a coat of powder between Jamie’s legs and butt before taping the diaper up, nice and cushiony.

“Well, maybe I’m in the mood.” Jamie said, folding his arms like a grumpy child.

“Here, let me give you your bottle.” Yoki replied, materializing a baby bottle of warm milk within his claws. He lifted Jamie up in his arms, cradling him against his chest.

“No wait. . .” Jamie was only able to get out before Yoki wedged the bottle in his mouth.

Before he could draw up the strength to resist, Jamie began suckling on the rubber nipple of the bottle.

“There, there.” Yoki said. “That’s my good little man. Now you just finish your bottle and after a good night’s sleep you can get back to drawing pictures for your demon daddy. . . okay?”

After finishing his bottle, Yoki then patted Jamie’s back till he burped, gave him a pacifier to suck on and, before he knew it, he fell asleep in Yoki’s arms as he gently rocked him to sleep.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 14, 2023 at 9:45 AM
Content: Part 5

“This just in as a Hollywood report, actress Gal Gadot has confirmed earlier speculation that she too has become the latest victim of this so-called “diaper-demic” with the actress and her spokes people stating that the diaper had mysteriously appeared on her while on set of filming her latest Netflix movie. The Israeli actress making a statement online has assured her fans that, despite being a little unnerved and distraught by the incident, she is coping with the situation quite well and is unharmed. Gadot is the latest case in a series of strange and bizarre phenomena in which various actors and celebrities from across the globe have reportedly found themselves getting trapped in diapers that have reportedly been appearing to out of thin air with singer Dua Lipa and popular social internet influencer Hailey Bieber having reportedly experienced similar occurrences just yesterday late last evening.” A Hollywood reporter announced.

“Yes.” Jamie thought to himself.

It’s finally happening. All these beautiful and wonderful people being made all the more beautiful and wonderful with diapers. Perhaps they shall normalize it, make it acceptable and un-stigmatized it. Maybe, they can learn to show the beauty and fun of it. Maybe, he too could be open about his diaper love and be comfortable about expressing it. After nearly three weeks of being locked up in his room for hours on end doing little more than drawing diaper pics, he’d managed to amass well over two hundred celebs to his gallery.

His collection of diapered celebs now included Kiera Knightley, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Beyoncé, Megan Fox, Kylie Jenner, Emma Watson, Saoirse Ronan, Aubrey Plaza, Jenna Ortega, Selena Gomez, Vanessa Hudgens, Michelle Yeoh, Yanin Vismistananda, Zoe Saldana, Lupita Nyong’o, Selma Hayek, Jordana Brewster, Michelle Rodriguez, Deepika Padukone, Dylan Mulvaney, Naomi Osaka, Sydney McLaughlin, Ronda Rousey, Emily Ratajkowski, Lais Ribeiro, Tyra Banks, Katy Perry, Rihanna, Camila Capello, Lady Gaga, Ariana Grande, Becky G, all prominent members of Black Pink, T-ara and P*ssy Riot. He even drew random clothing models he found on various shopping sites. His Deviantart profile had also generated a healthy dose of likes and comments.

In fact, he was just in the middle of uploading his latest pic, Jennifer Lopez in a sexy black dress, the top opened between the breasts while a draft of sorts blew up her skirt exposing her thick, smooth legs and a large white diaper underneath with a shocked expression to her lovely face in reaction to the sudden diaper reveal. It was one of his greater masterpieces.

Sitting hunched over at his tablet, in a diaper himself, Jamie moved on to his next portrait, one of Timothée Chalamet in his dune outfit and diaper.

“Hmm, drawing guys now, I see.” Yoki replied, leaning over his shoulder.

“No problem with being a bit more inclusive, is there?” Jamie replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Excellent. Don’t want anyone to feel excluded from this new fad of yours.” Yoki replied. “Are you by any chance wet?”

“Just a little.” Jamie replied, still fixated on his drawing, erasing and redrawing again and again to get the proportions just right.

“Let me see.” Yoki replied.

He reached down over Jamie’s shoulder with his long clawed fingers and squished the diaper between his legs.

“I said I’m fine.” Jamie replied, pushing Yoki’s hand away.

“Come on.” Yoki said, lifting Jamie out of his seat like a toddler. “No sense risking a diaper rash because you can’t get away from the screen.”

“You were the one who encouraged me to draw and change the world.” Jamie said, grouchily.

“Yes, but first I have to get my little man changed.” Yoki replied, laying Jamie down on his bed.

He undid the sticky tabs and unfolded Jamie’s damp diaper before sliding it out beneath his naked rear.

“I’m almost beginning to run out of ideas.” Jamie said. “I’ve already drawn most all the models and celebs I know and like.”

“You’ll come up with more, I’m sure.” Yoki replied as he pulled a wet wipe out of thin air.

He then lifted Jamie’s legs and proceeded to gently wipe down his buttocks, then his groan, then his genitals and then his penis.

“Would you like me to give you your bath again tonight?” Yoki asked as he magiced another fresh diaper into existence. “After all, you’ve been working so hard for daddy and all.”

“Yes.” Jamie replied. “But after I get home. I plan on going out this afternoon.”

“You mean you plan on seeing that girl again.” Yoki said as he began sprinkling powder over Jamie’s rear. “If you love her so much, why don’t you draw her in a diaper as well? That way she can get in on all the fun too and you’ll finally have something in common with each other.”

“Who? Chitra?” Jamie exclaimed. “No. She wouldn’t be interested in that kind of stuff. She’s too. . . normal.”

“You never know.” Yoki replied. “People keep a lot of deep, personal secrets about themselves. You for instance are an adult man who still wears diapers and is in a caregiver/little relationship with a demon spirit.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jamie pouted as Yoki finished taping him up. “You don’t have to remind me.”

“Now, give daddy a kiss. Come on.” Yoki said, lifting Jamie up into his arms.

Jamie semi-begrudgingly leaned in and gave Yoki a kiss right on the lips as he snuggled him close to his chest.

That afternoon, Jamie met Chitra down at the bridge over seeing the river that cut through town where they sat together along the edge.

“Oh my god, isn’t the river just beautiful?” Chitra said. “When I first moved here, I would come down and play by this river with my brothers, skipping rocks and stuff and looking for lost treasures. Such good times.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Jamie replied.

“What’s wrong?” Chitra asked. “You seem so depressed.”

“It’s nothing.” Jamie replied. “I’m just tired, working at the restaurant, still living at home with my mother.”

“You can’t let that kind of stuff get you down, you know?” Chitra said. “After all, I’m still living at home and my job at the apple store shop f-ing sucks so much. But I’m still happy, you know? I mean things could be far worse. Like did you hear about all those celebrities and people who are ending up in diapers? Isn’t that crazy!? Could you imagine that happening to you!? How embarrassing, am I right?”

“Yeah, crazy.” Jamie sighed.

“I mean, I wouldn’t know what I’d do if that ever happened to me.” Chitra said. “Aren’t you afraid of something like that happening to you?”

“No, not really.” Jamie replied. “I’m too insignificant and unimportant for something like that to happen to me, nonetheless for anyone to notice.”

“Don’t say that.” Chitra said. “You’re a special person. We’re all special in our own way. You just have to see it in yourself. You can’t go through life being sad and depressed about how you see yourself.”

“I guess you got a point.” Jamie replied.

“I know. I’m pretty smart, aren’t I?” Chitra said. “Hey, you want to know something? I like fat guys. Can you believe that? I know guys feel self-conscious about being overweight, but I actually like bulky men. They just seem so lovable and cuddly. See, it’s all about seeing the best part of yourself. After all, I think you’re special and kind. Like with your drawings. You’re an amazing artist. I wish I could be an amazing artist.”

“Thanks.” Jamie replied, trying to hide his blushing. “You know Chitra, I . . .”

“Ooh, I gotta go. I’m late for work. I’ve been pulling double shifts lately so that I can pay for my own car, that way I don’t have to keep begging my brothers to take me everywhere. I’m still just a couple hundred short.” Chitra said. “You know what I wish? I wish I won a million dollars and could just retire at twenty-two and just relax for the rest of my life. Wouldn’t that be awesome!?”

“Yeah.” Jamie said.

“Oh and there’s a fair coming to town next week. Are you going?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t really do fairs.” Jamie replied.

“Oh come on. It could be really fun.” Chitra said. “I’m going if I can get a ride. Maybe I’ll see you there. . . Oh, I’ve got to go. Bye.”

She got up and ran off before Jamie could reply.

“Yeah, maybe I will.” Jamie said to himself.

“You know, talking to yourself is a sign of insanity.” A familiar voice said to him.

When Jamie turned around he saw Yoki standing behind him, looming over him.

“Yoki?” Jamie said. “What are you doing out in public?”

“It’s fine.” Yoki replied. “No one can see me except you. For all anyone knows, you’re just sitting here talking to yourself.”

“Well, what do you want?” Jamie asked.

“I came to update you about the development of your latest celeb pic.” Yoki said. “You better get home and see for yourself.”

“Really?” Jamie said. “Let’s go!”

Back at home, Jamie hopped on his tablet and began surfing the web.

Breaking News! Jennifer Lopez the latest in the mysterious diaper-demic cases.

“Yes, yes!” Jamie said to himself. “I bet she’d look hot in diapers. Ooh, there’s an update.”

“Responding on Instagram, Lopez has stated “I am deeply saddened to say that I too have become the latest victim in this strange and unfortunate series of life altering events. While some may find my condition and the condition of so many others somewhat amusing and as something to laugh at, I can attest that these circumstances are no laughing matter. Being stuck in a diaper is not only publicly embarrassing but also personally inconvenient to deal with, not to mention terrifying in not knowing how it is this phenomena has come about or when, if ever, it may be resolved. I stand by in solidarity with all the other victims of this strange and disturbing series of unexplained events and I’d like to thank all of the fans for their love and support through these trying times.”

Jamie was taken back. He kept reading more comments.

“Wearing diapers can be socially stigmatizing and is not a matter to be made light of.” Wrote one psychologist. “Celeb careers put on hold over mysterious diaper occurrences.” Wrote a columnist. “Scared and devastated: celebs react to their recent conditions.” Another report wrote.

“Well, aren’ you proud of your latest work Jamie?” Yoki commented. “She’s still Jenny from the block, just now in padded protection.”

“No, no.” Jamie replied. “I. . . I didn’t mean to seriously hurt anyone. I just thought having them wear diapers would simply be a surprise, give them something new to try for a change and start a conversation. I didn’t think it’d be anything that’d seriously disrupt their lives or make them feel bad about themselves.”

“Oh, they’re just over-reacting. Don’t let them discourage you, Jamie.” Yoki said. “They’ll get used to it in time.”

“No, I can’t do this. I have to delete all my posts. I’ll delete my whole profile if I have to.” Jamie said. “Anything to set things right.”

“Dear Jamie, there’s nothing you can do to change all that you’ve done. All those people you put in diapers are now stuck in diapers permanently for the rest of their lives. Even I can’t do anything to change that.” Yoki said. “But look at the bright side, at least they won’t have to worry about spending out for diapers since they’ll just keep magically appearing on them whenever they need to be changed, forever.”

“Oh my god.” Jamie said in awe and devastation. “I’m a monster. I’ve ruined these people’s lives. All of them. All for likes and because of my own insecurities. I’m a terrible person.”

“Don’t say that Jamie. You’re still my talented little man.” Yoki said. “So who is it you’d like to draw next?’ Yoki replied.

“No one.” Jamie replied. “I’m not going to draw another person in diapers for the rest of my life.”

“Oh come on Jamie.” Yoki said. “You can’t give up your passion that easily. After all, there are far worse people out there. Dictators and murderers for instance. All you did was just have a little innocent fun.”

“Yeah right, I ruined the lives of innocent people who didn’t deserve it.” Jamie replied.

“Well who would deserve to be stuck in diapers the rest of their life?” Yoki said.

“Probably those dictators and murderers you were talking. . . about?” Jamie replied upon being struck by an immediate idea. “That’s it! If I have this great, yet odd, power, I can at least use it for good. I’ll punish those who deserve to be punished, those who hurt and pick on others. That’s what I can do. I’ll punish them worse than just sticking them in diapers. I’ll turn them into full-on adult babies.”

“And just who do you think would be deserving of just a punishment?” Yoki asked.

“. . . I’ll find them.” Jamie replied. “And when I do, they’re in for one hell of a time-out.”

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 5, 2023 at 10:04 PM
Content: Part 6

Breaking News: Yet another world leader has allegedly fallen victim to the latest string of mysterious diaper incidents as investigators and analysts around the world remain utterly baffled by these recent phenomena with some saying, ‘it can only be explained by magic’. The White House giving a press statement has reaffirmed its commitment into getting to the bottom of this issue with the DOJ and the CIA announcing that they have expanded their investigation into these occurrences.

“So. . .” Yoki said. “Who is it you’re punishing this time?”

“Some East European autocrat.” Jamie replied, too engaged with his work to look away.

“I see.” Yoki commented. “I especially like the bib and big stinky diaper. Much better than that one you did of that disgraced tech CEO the other day.”

“I know.” Jamie replied. “I can’t find a good picture of that militant leader from the Sahara. I’ve been searching for days.”

“I know.” Yoki said. “Chitra texted you at least thirteen times about the fair. She even tried calling you the other day and yet you haven’t given her a reply.”

“She’s fine.” Jamie replied. “I’ve got far more important things to do. With this work, I’m taking on the most evil and corrupt people from around the world to try and make it a better place.”

“Yes. The internet has deemed you the ‘Diaper Devil’. Punishing the bad and the wicked wherever they may be. You’ve stoked fear in the fearful.” Yoki said.

“You know, for the first time in my life I feel like I actually have a purpose.” Jamie said. “I’m no longer just some creepy loser who wears diapers. I’m now a force of justice, a force of good, using my skills to make the world a better place.”

“And you manage to do it all while still holding down a part time job.” Yoki said.

“Oh crap! I’m late.” Jamie exclaimed, looking at the time on his phone.

Jamie hopped off his computer and immediately began getting dressed in his work uniform.

“Man, I hate my stupid job. My whole mission for justice and global peace put on hold because I’ve got work at a lousy restaurant.” Jamie griped as he slid into his pants.

“Don’t worry Jamie.” Yoki said. “All the great artists got their start somewhere. It’ll just take time before the world recognizes your greatness, hopefully sooner than people will recognize that diaper beneath your uniform.”

Jamie stopped and looked down to see that he was still awkwardly wearing a diaper while dressing into his uniform pants.

At the restaurant, Jamie spent much of his break sketching concept art in the storage room.

“Can you believe all this crazy stuff that’s going on with everyone ending up in diapers?” He overheard one coworker comment.

“It’s all a bunch of nonsense.” Another coworker replied. “You can’t honestly believe any of that crap. It’s all just a hoax.”

“Yeah sure when all those celebrities were doing it, but now with it happening to all these world leaders. Come on. You have to believe something is up.” The other said.

“Jamie!” Someone else shouted. “Get back out there.”

It was his manager, calling Jamie away from his musings and back to work.

Carefully navigating his way between the tables with a tray full of hot food, Jamie came to a large table of patrons dressed in formal attire worth more than Jamie’s monthly salary, plus tips.

“Uh, excuse me. What’s this?” One young woman asked, very much annoyed. “I ordered shrimp, not steak. Take it back.”

“I can’t once it’s served.” Jamie replied. “You guys can have it for free while I go back and get your shrimp.”

“Uh, what am I supposed to do!? I can’t eat both steak and shrimp! If you’d just gotten my order right this wouldn’t be an issue. How long have you been a waiter?” The woman shouted. “If you can’t take back the steak then you eat it yourself.”

Jamie stood there for a second. He’d thought of a reply, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he just took back the steak, walked away and retreated back to the kitchen.

Just then, he had an idea. He doubled back and poked his head around the corner, taking his phone out his pocket and sneaking a quick picture of the woman before continuing about his business.

Back at home, Jamie was back at work drawing away at his computer.

“A new criminal in need of just punishment, I see.” Yoki remarked.

“Not exactly.” Jamie replied. “Just some woman from the restaurant. Some obnoxious, ungrateful, spoiled brat of a woman who is about to spend the rest of her life eating mush and crapping herself constantly. Just a few more stink lines and. . . there.”

“So when did you start dealing justice to minor public nuisances?” Yoki asked.

“Normal, everyday people are just as deserving of punishment as all the big-named, famous terrible people.” Jamie replied. “Saved, upload and done. Won’t she be surprised when she finds she can now only eat mashed food. Man won’t her diaper changes stink.”

Just then, Jamie saw a notification on his Deviantart account. A message.

“Hey, I love ur work. Are these all the people who’ve ended up in diapers in the news? I was wondering if u were open to commissions. If so, I’d like you to draw a picture of my state governor bc he’s such a jerk and I’d like to see him humiliated. I’d be willing to pay.”

“Commissions?” Jamie said to himself. “No. I’m on a mission. I don’t do commissions.”

“Come on Jamie.” Yoki said. “You can’t be so quick to dismiss the requests of others. After all this could be the start of your next big break.”

“Well. . .” Jamie said. “If I find their governor to truly be terrible, then I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I accepted a little suggestion. For a price of course. Who knows, maybe I can make enough extra money to get a new hard drive. . . or help Chitra buy that new car. She’s sure to be grateful for that. Yes.”

“Well then Jamie, you’d better get to work.” Yoki said.

“Right. I’ll get started on it tomorrow. Oh, uh. Would you mind changing me into a diaper and tucking me in again?” Jamie asked bashfully.

“Why of course Jamie.” Yoki replied. “Anything for my widdle man.”

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 5, 2023 at 10:26 PM
Content: Part 7

Early in the morning, being too eager to sleep, Jamie was already up hard at work sketching his first ever commission request after negotiating a sum of one hundred dollars with the client.

“So you finally accepted your first commission Jamie.” Yoki said, patting Jamie on the shoulder. “For how much are you to be compensated for forever putting another human being in a diaper?”

“Just a hundred bucks.” Jamie replied. “But at least it’s someone who deserves it. Plus, I’ve got other requests coming in now that I’ve announced I’m open to doing commission work.”

“All in the name of global justice, right?” Yoki asked.

“Yes, of course.” Jamie snapped. “Once I finish this, I can get started on that other drawing I had in mind for Chitra.”

“Speaking of which, Chitra sent you another text the other day asking if you wanted to hang out again by the park.” Yoki said.

“It’s okay.” Jamie replied. “She has an event today and I can see her down by the university. By then I would have completed this and I can lend her the money for her new car.”

“What is it you see in that girl anyway?” Yoki asked. “She just seems like another bimbo college girl if you ask me.”

“She’s a very beautiful. . . I mean, very nice girl.” Jamie snapped. “Even if she may not be into diapers, I still really like her. I mean, we’re just friends of course. But I like her.”

“If you say so.” Yoki said.

“There. . . I’m finished.” Jamie said, marveling at his work. “Do you think the rattle is necessary or is the pacifier enough?”

“What do I care?” Yoki replied. “I’m not the one getting the diaper punishment.”

At the university campus, Jamie stood by watching over the fence as Chitra competed in the sprint and from there he would cheer her on and celebrate the moment she won. As soon as all the events were over, Jamie was quick to hurry out onto the field to be the first to congratulate her with his drawing of a cute rabbit in hand.

“Chitra!” He called out as he approached her. “You were wonderful out. . .”

“Colin!” Chitra shouted. “Did you see me!?”

Just then, Colin ran up to her, threw his arms around her and lifted her off the ground in a big hug.

“You were great, babe.” He said.

“I know, wasn’t I!?” Chitra replied as she planted a kiss right upon his lips.

Just then she looked to see Jamie.

“Oh, hey Jamie!” She said. “Did you see me run? Wasn’t I amazing?”

“Uh, yeah.” Jamie replied awkwardly. “You sure were.”

“This is Colin. Have you two met? He gave me a ride to the fair and we had such a great time. It’s a shame you couldn’t have been there with us.”

“Yeah Jamie.” Colin remarked. “You could have held all our prizes for us while we rode the Ferris wheel.”

“Oh my god, wasn’t that so fun!” Chitra exclaimed. “I mean, I was like real scared at first, but Colin was there with me and he comforted me and made me feel alright. Have you ever gone on one of those Ferris wheels Jamie?”

“No.” Colin said. “He’s too big a baby to go on rides like that. He’d rather just stay at home and draw in his coloring book and have his mommy feed him his bottle and change his diaper.”

“Oh my god, could you imagine!?” Chitra laughed. “Like how all those people are ending up in diapers everywhere. God, that would be so embarrassing. I wouldn’t go out in public if I had to wear diapers for the rest of my life.”

“Yeah well, I’ve got to go.” Jamie said as he turned around and slowly walked away, his drawing for Chitra crumpled up within his tight grip.

Running home, Jamie rushed up to his room and dove into his bed, burying his face into his covers.

“What’s wrong my little man?” Yoki said.

“Nothing.” Jamie replied. “It’s just, how could she? What could she possibly see in Colin? That jerk.”

“Oh, Chitra found a new boy toy, did she?” Yoki said. “Aww, don’t let it get you down Jamie. After all, you still got me.”

“And how could she have laughed at me? After all we’ve been through.” Jamie griped.

“If that’s the way you feel about it, then why don’t you give her something else to laugh at? Why don’t you put her in diapers? Then she’ll be the butt of the joke for a change.” Yoki said. “Did you get my joke there? Because her butt’s going to get a change alright.”

“No, that would be cruel.” Jamie replied. “I mean, she doesn’t deserve to spend the rest of her life in diapers.”

“And why would you care?” Yoki said. “It’s evident she doesn’t want you to be a part of her life anymore. She’d rather be with a jerk like Colin, living happily ever after as one jerk couple, neither of whom caring about you and your feelings.”

“. . .You’re right!” Jamie said, hopping onto his computer tablet and arming himself with his pen. “If she doesn’t care about me, then I won’t care about her, I’ll show her. If she thinks I’m some sort of loser then I’ll show her who the real loser is. I’ll show both of them. I don’t need her anymore.”

Jamie didn’t even need a picture for reference, his pen whizzing across the tablet as though driven by magic, sketching the outline of her hourglass figure, detailing the fine definition of her sharp cheekbones, her full, lush lips, her magnificent dark eyes and wavy hair. He knew it all by heart. Then came time to draw the diaper, big and plushy, leaving plenty of space to show off her voluptuous legs. He even put little cute animal print on the diaper. He was sure she’d like that. His hands were so slick with sweat that he had difficulty holding the pen steady as he colored in her dark chestnut skin and glimmering brown eyes.

File. Save As. And there. His revenge was soon to be complete.

He immediately brought up his Deviantart profile and saved the image, titling it ‘Pay Back’. He added a few hashtags and. . .

Before he could hit submit, he froze. He froze and thought for a long while, his hand trembling as his pen hovered over the submit button.

“I can’t.” Jamie said. “I can’t do this to her. Deep down I still love her .”

“What are you talking about Jamie?” Yoki said. “It’s not as though she loves you. Who cares what happens to her?”

“I care.” Jamie said. “I can’t hurt someone just because they didn’t love me back as much as I loved them.”

“But what about your mission Jamie?” Yoki said. “You can’t let terrible people go unpunished. And after all, isn’t Colin a terrible person who went around bullying you? And isn’t Chitra just as terrible for going out with him and encouraging his unacceptable behavior?”

“You know what Yoki? I’ve come to learn a few things these past few weeks.” Jamie said. “First, sharing little time with you has made me realize I’m actually Bi. I don’t know, just handsome grown men in diapers is really kind of hot and romantic and sexy, I guess.”

“I know.” Yoki replied. “I’m aware of your browsing history.”

“But aside from me finding out I like men; I’ve also come to learn some else.” Jamie continued. “You are a jerk. I may be a great artist, but I’m no saint and while I have a right to judge others, I am in no position to punish them.”

“Come now Jamie.” Yoki siad. “There isn’t a single person on this Earth fit to decide the fate of others. You’re no better or no worse than anyone else. All that matters is who has the power to enforce their judgment upon others. And that’s what I’ve given you Jamie, power.”

“Well I don’t want any part of it.” Jamie said. “I’m deleting my account.”

“Whatever you say Jamie.” Yoki said as Jamie hopped back on his tablet. “We’ll see just how long it takes before you come back to wanting to draw diaper art again. Oh, by the way. Have you read the news lately?”

“I haven’t the time. I’m too busy. . .” Jamie began.

Just then, Jamie noticed the flood of comments his profile and posts had generated. Several hundred in fact.

“What kind of account is this? Why would you mock and ridicule such people?”

“This is sick. Most all these victims are women. How sexist!”

“Why go after these politicians but not others?”

“Gross! Who’d find diaper’s hot? Sicko!”

“Oh no.” Jamie said.

Jamie quickly brought up the news.

“Series of mysteriously appearing diapers connected to Deviantart account.”

“FCC investigating mysterious Deviantart account.”

“Deviantart account dedicated to kinky diaper art predicts the latest diaper victims.”

“It’s too late. I’m trending!” Jamie exclaimed.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 5, 2023 at 10:34 PM
Content: Part 8

“I’m afraid it’s worse than that dear Jamie.” Yoki replied. “You’re wanted by the authorities as a suspect in a serial diaper spree. It should only be a matter of time before they trace your profile page to this very house.”

“You’re right!” Jamie shouted. “What a fool I’ve been for listening to you this whole time?”

“You know Jamie, I can fix all this for you if you’d like me too as a favor for all the entertainment you’ve provided me with.” Yoki replied. “All you need to do is sell me your soul and in exchange I’ll grant you immortality. You’ll have to spend an eternity trolling people with your art online, but I’ll let you wear a diaper all while doing it.”

“No. Never.” Jamie said. “I’m through with you and this stupid tablet. I’m destroying it tonight.”

Jamie took up his tablet and threw it on the floor, stomping on it repeatedly with his foot. He didn’t even scratch it. He then retrieved a wood bat and began whacking away at it but still to no avail.

“Oh silly Jamie.” Yoki commented. “You think a mere mortal can break a mystical demon tablet. You won’t be able to put a scuff mark on it.”

“Okay then.” Jamie replied. “If I can’t destroy it, I can at least bury it, hide it forever so that no one else can be possessed by its corruptive influence.”

“You can’t bury evil Jamie.” Yoki said. “It’ll always find its way back, especially on the internet.”

“Oh yeah.” Jamie replied. “I’ll put it in a suitcase and toss it at the dump were it’ll be compacted with the rest of the garbage.”

“Try as you will Jamie.” Yoki said. “But how are you going to get past the Feds who are at your front door right now?”

“What?” Jamie replied.

He rushed over to his window and peered through the blinds where he saw two large men in suits stepping out of a long black car that just parked itself at the front of his home.

“Oh crap!” Jamie exclaimed.

He hastily got an old suitcase he had, stuffed the tablet and the pen in it and rushed down the stairs and out the back door.

“Going out to see a friend, mom! Don’t know when I’ll be back!” He shouted on his way out.

“Try as you will Jamie.” Yoki said to himself as he slowly faded away. “Try as you will.”

Jamie ran down across town, all the way to the park and to the bridge he and Chitra used to sit. The dump was about two miles away, yet his exhausted legs refused to give by this point. He was too committed in ridding himself of this evil tablet.

Just then, a foot stretched out in front of his and tripped him, causing Jamie to fall flat on his stomach and lose grip on his suitcase where it slid out of his hands, off the bridge and into the river.

In the background he could hear Colin and the other laughing behind him.

“Better watch where you’re going Jamie.” Colin said. “Don’t want anyone to get hurt now.”

Jamie didn’t bother to give a response. Instead he just watched on as his suitcase sailed down the river. . . never to be seen again.

A month later, as the dust was still settling over the whole global diaper-demic craze, Jamie sat down outside a local pizza shop. The Feds who’d visited his home with a warrant to search the premises, found only a collection of old magazines, a waiter uniform and a secret stash of diapers. When asked about his Deviantart account he insisted he was just an amateur artist and it was just a coincidence his work aligned with the mysterious diaper occurrences. After all, proving demonic mysticism in court wasn’t exactly plausible. And so in the end Jamie was embarrassed, but not in any sort of legal trouble, federal or civil. All the people he’d put in diapers were still in diapers and stuck in diapers forever, but in time they’ll cope with it just as Jamie had to cope with the guilt of having put them in diapers to begin with.

Along with him outside the shop was a guy he’d met, about his age, long black hair brushed over one eye, painted nails, dressed in a midriff, leather jacket and skin tight jeans.

“So you’re an artist?” The guy, Ashley, said. “That’s cool. I’m into sewing and make-up tutorials myself. You’d look good in make-up. Wanna come over to my apartment and I can try some on you? I get a workers’ discount for all beauty products at my job.”

“Uh, sure.” Jamie said. “I don’t know most guys who are into make-up. Although I know of less common interests. I myself am into. . . diapers and baby stuff.”

“Are you for real?” Ashley said. “. . . that’s cool.”

“Is it?” Jamie asked.

“If that’s what you’re into, sure.” Ashley replied. “Would you like to try diaper stuff when we’re together at my place?”

“You mean it?” Jamie said. “I mean, you’re joking. I mean, you would mind trying diapers with me?”

“Sure.” Ashley replied. “I’ve tried kinkier stuff before. I wouldn’t mind changing a cute guy into a diaper.”

“Are you for real!?” Jamie exclaimed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be right over. Is Friday good for you?”

“Yeah.” Ashley replied, as he got up and hopped on his skateboard. “I can pick you up in my car and we can spend the afternoon together. Bye.”

As Ashley skated off, Jamie felt butterflies fluttering in his chest, the first time in a month and he would continue to feel them as he slowly walked home. On his way, he stopped by the bridge where he looked out over the shimmering, yet slightly polluted, river. He breathed a sigh of relief, pondering the possibility of a bright future ahead after a long tumultuous month. All was looking up.

Just then, the butterflies in his stomach began to flutter faster and faster till he almost felt like he was going to be sick. Rubbing his stomach, he suddenly felt a tingly sensation in his hands. Looking down, he saw his hands grow hairier with gray hairs sprouting up along his arms and his face.

“What’s happening!?” Jamie exclaimed.

His nose elongated into a short, wet canine snout. His ears perked up and got pointy. The back of his pants tore as a fluffy tail poked out and his stomach bulged out, making him look kind of puggy. Before he knew it, Jamie had transformed into a fat furry dog person.

“How. . . how could this happen?” Jamie asked himself in both shock and sorrow.

Unbeknownst to Jamie, many blocks away, a young busty, dark haired girl sat at her new computer tablet which she’d found in a suitcase washed up by the river, drawing a picture of a new furry rendition of a cute guy she once liked.

“Chitra?” Colin said. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Chitra said, hastily shutting down her tablet.

“Well hurry up. We’re going to be late again.” Colin said.

“Alright, I’m coming! Geesh.” She replied. “God, I wish I could just give up boys entirely and live happily with cute little animals for the rest of my life. Wouldn’t that be the dream.”