Kyle sat in the corner of his backyard, the stench from his poopy orgasm emanating softly from his diaper. He wiped the tears from his red race and shakily stood up, feeling the added heft between his legs. His messy diaper felt heavy and mushy, but held tightly to him. He pulled his pants up and around it. His bulging diaper pressed against his pants as he struggled to button and zip them up. Zipping up his pants he could feel the mush in the front of his diaper press against the skin where his dick used to be, reminding him that he was now sexless.
Kyle had to figure something out. Time was not on his side as he considered his options. What was it that Jennifer had cursed him with? He was sexless. He was stuck in a diaper. The image of his pregnant belly was burned into his memory as arousal had flooded his body. Kyle tugged at the diaper again to no avail.
Fortunately it was still late in the morning so only Kyle's mother would be home. Kyle crept in to his house but saw no sign of his mother. He checked each area of this house but found it completely empty. Relieved that he was unexpectedly alone, he went into his room and locked the door. Pulling down his pants he tried again in vain to remove the diaper. He grabbed a pair of scissors and tried to puncture it, and not only did the diaper refuse to break, but Kyle felt an intense pain in the area he stabbed at!
"No, no no no no no. This can't be happening. This can't be real!" "Shit!"
Kyle started to panic heavily and began to cry. He threw himself on his bed and sobbed into his pillow. He was going to be stuck in this diaper forever, or at least until he couldn't remember why wearing diapers wasn't normal. The situation seemed completely hopeless.
It then occurred to Kyle that he might be able to slow his changes down by fasting. Since the curse was dependent on how much was in Kyle's bowels, if he could keep from eating he could stop the changes. All he had to do was keep from eating. But that wouldn't stop the changes. For that, he'd have to convince Jennifer to change him back.
He could do it, he convinced himself. He could win her back by convincing her that he loved her, regardless of whether or not he actually did. His mind flitted back to the image or her masterbating in her diaper and how sexy she looked. He moved his hand down to his diaper but was taken about when he realized his shit was tight around his middle.
"Shit, no, not again!" He stood up and went to the mirror. His tummy bulged like a pregnant teenagers above his diaper. "How is that possible?!" He cried exasperated. He though about Jennifer's boobs hanging free in the bathroom and how supple they looked. His diaper began to feel sensitive again, and he began to feel the curve of his body bloating outwards. He began to imagine Jennifer touching his growing body and feeling his diaper.
But his imagination was suddenly interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.
Kyle froze. Who would be visiting at this time of day? It must be a salesperson, Kyle imagined. If I ignore them they'll go away.
The knock continued. "Kyle! I know you're in there! Open up!"
"Shit!" Kyle cried. He opened his closet and dug through it to find a heavy coat he wore for snowboarding in the winter and threw it on to help conceal his pregnant belly. He slipped his pants up without bothering to button or zip them and went to the front window. Peaking through the curtains, he saw...