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"So?" George asked, turning away with his arms crossed. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Do about it? George, you can´t keep doing this kind of thing. A little more and you`ll be expelled." his mother begged with a rather obvious tone of worry.
"Like hell I care!"
His mother took a step back, surprised by the sudden violent response. Nomatter how many times this happened, she still couldn`t believe this was the same George that lumped into her leg every time they went outside. The teen didn`t even say anything else, he just turned and climbed the stairs to his room.
The woman sat down on the long brown couch, burying her face in her hands.

After locking the door, George pulled the chair from his desk and sat in front of it, leaning his head on his arms.
"It´s not like I wanted to do it, you know..." He complained as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it "I mean, the guys kept insisting, so I had my hands tied."

"I thought I heard something." George´s father commented "What`s wrong Matilda?"
The woman glanced quickly at her husband, who saw the tiny rivers that flowed from her eyes. He growled.
"That boy has done it again, hasn't he? One of these days, I`ll show him like my grandfather used to teach me." He swore. Matilda nearly leaped on him, grabbing his hands.
"Michael, he is just going through a phase. Let him be..."
"It´s because we let him be that he`s like this now." The man retorted. He gazed into his wife`s eyes and felt a whole weight coming off his shoulders, as if somebody had just pulled a giant weight out of it. He sighed. "Alright, if you insist, I´ll just go and talk to him ok? He needs to learn his lesson, so I´ll ground him."
Matilda nodded, then looked down.
"Alright. He used to be such a good baby, though..."

George was staring into the teddy bear when he heard the steps. It was a thick, large stuffed bear wearing a tie and holding a large yellow key, while bearing his huge smile that would be impossible for anyone in real life. A smile that could have made George forget his worries, in fact did, for a few moments. That could have helped him heal that ache in his heart. He knew it. He knew it was wrong. But what could he do? He´d be shunned if he didn`t play along and for so long they had made him...do all those things...He wanted to forget it, and so he looked to his old teddy, which always reminded him of the good old days. He let himself indulge in that delusion, until the steps came. Large, paced, angry steps. His father´s steps.

George quickly put the bear back in the closet drawer and then locked it, hiding the key among his pens. He put out the cigarette and and ran to the door to make sure it was locked...or rather, he tried to.

As he ran, he felt his legs going numb. It was like they didn`t want to respond to him anymore, and so he fell flat on his face.
"OW!" He complained.
"George? Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?" His father asked, seeming a lot less angry.
"Yeah, I´m fine."
"I need to talk to you...You have to stop..."
"OH PISS OFF!" George shouted. Why did they keep telling him "do this" or "do that"? He wasn`t some butler for everyone to boss around. He was a human being, with rights like everyone else. It wasn`t fair too do this to him.
Yet he went pale the next momement.

It was just a brief motion, his hand passing near his legs as he tried to pull himself up. But it was enough to realize he was wearing something white, thick, buldgy...and wet.
"I...wet myself?"
"Did you say something? Open the door." Michael ordered.
"Leave me alone, damm it, you`re PISSING me off!" He barged his hand onto the floor, before looking down, in horror. The wet spot had just grown, and the object with it. Well, it was awfully undersized to begin with. Wait, was it a baby diaper? Why was he wearing a diaper? "SHIT, how did this ha.."
He didn´t even have the chance to finish that sentence. Almost immediately, he felt himself forcibly contracting, and grabbed his own stomach. It felt like he was about to puke, but quite on the contrary, the object between his legs began emanating a rather unpleasant smell.

George was shaking, he had no idea what was going on. He had to get off this predicament, and quickly.
"Think, think, what is happening?"
"George? I´m gonna open the door myself, you know I also have a key." His father insisted, seeming to be getting even angrier.
"Crap, I..." George felt himself contracting again, even more violently. It seemed his diaper could burst at any second. "...I forgot he had the master key."

George gulped, realzing he had no time to think. He tried removing the diaper, but it wouldn`t budge. A hard metallic feeling revealed why: On both sides, the diaper had some weird lock in it! The shape of the key, though, seemed oddly familiar. He closed his eyes, and found his thouhgts being drifted to his teddy bear.

That was it! The teddy had a key in it! If he could just get it, he should be able to release himself. Yet, his legs still refused to work. He managed to get into a crawling position, and did his best to put a hand ahead of hand until he reached his chair. He launched his hands at the seat and pulled himself up, then up the desk, and took the key, breathing a sigh of relief. He aimed at the lock for his closet.

At this point, the door began to open.
"FUCKING SHIT!" George exclaimed. He contracted once more, bashing his head into the hard wood. The brown susbatnce filled the diaper further, and the white object couldn´t handle it anymore: it exploded into a tiny festival of brown mushy stuff.

George`s father entered the room and sighed with a smile.
"Young man, what are you doing? I told you, you can´t climb those things. You´ll get hurt." The man walked up to the baby that was sitting on top of the desk, holding his teddy bear. Michael picked up the child, who giggled. "Woooosh! Someone`s having fun, isn`t he? Oh, and there`s a LOT of momma`s cooking there, isn´t there?"
"Dada! Dada" the boy chanted.
"That´s right, my boy, you made a little mess here. Oi, Matilda! We need to clean the guest room, Georgie went poo poo here."
"Michael you shouldn´t say "poo poo". Georgie`s only three, how will he learn to talk properly if even you won`t?"
"Personaly, I wouldn`t mind if he stayed this way forever. In a few years, he could be smocking! " The man laughed at his own joke.

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"So?" George asked, turning away with his arms crossed. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Do about it? George, you can´t keep doing this kind of thing. A little more and you`ll be expelled." his mother begged with a rather obvious tone of worry.
"Like hell I care!"
His mother took a step back, surprised by the sudden violent response. Nomatter how many times this happened, she still couldn`t believe this was the same George that lumped into her leg every time they went outside. The teen didn`t even say anything else, he just turned and climbed the stairs to his room.
The woman sat down on the long brown couch, burying her face in her hands.

After locking the door, George pulled the chair from his desk and sat in front of it, leaning his head on his arms.
"It´s not like I wanted to do it, you know..." He complained as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it "I mean, the guys kept insisting, so I had my hands tied."

"I thought I heard something." George´s father commented "What`s wrong Matilda?"
The woman glanced quickly at her husband, who saw the tiny rivers that flowed from her eyes. He growled.
"That boy has done it again, hasn't he? One of these days, I`ll show him like my grandfather used to teach me." He swore. Matilda nearly leaped on him, grabbing his hands.
"Michael, he is just going through a phase. Let him be..."
"It´s because we let him be that he`s like this now." The man retorted. He gazed into his wife`s eyes and felt a whole weight coming off his shoulders, as if somebody had just pulled a giant weight out of it. He sighed. "Alright, if you insist, I´ll just go and talk to him ok? He needs to learn his lesson, so I´ll ground him."
Matilda nodded, then looked down.
"Alright. He used to be such a good baby, though..."

George was staring into the teddy bear when he heard the steps. It was a thick, large stuffed bear wearing a tie and holding a large yellow key, while bearing his huge smile that would be impossible for anyone in real life. A smile that could have made George forget his worries, in fact did, for a few moments. That could have helped him heal that ache in his heart. He knew it. He knew it was wrong. But what could he do? He´d be shunned if he didn`t play along and for so long they had made him...do all those things...He wanted to forget it, and so he looked to his old teddy, which always reminded him of the good old days. He let himself indulge in that delusion, until the steps came. Large, paced, angry steps. His father´s steps.

George quickly put the bear back in the closet drawer and then locked it, hiding the key among his pens. He put out the cigarette and and ran to the door to make sure it was locked...or rather, he tried to.

As he ran, he felt his legs going numb. It was like they didn`t want to respond to him anymore, and so he fell flat on his face.
"OW!" He complained.
"George? Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?" His father asked, seeming a lot less angry.
"Yeah, I´m fine."
"I need to talk to you...You have to stop..."
"OH PISS OFF!" George shouted. Why did they keep telling him "do this" or "do that"? He wasn`t some butler for everyone to boss around. He was a human being, with rights like everyone else. It wasn`t fair too do this to him.
Yet he went pale the next momement.

It was just a brief motion, his hand passing near his legs as he tried to pull himself up. But it was enough to realize he was wearing something white, thick, buldgy...and wet.
"I...wet myself?"
"Did you say something? Open the door." Michael ordered.
"Leave me alone, damm it, you`re PISSING me off!" He barged his hand onto the floor, before looking down, in horror. The wet spot had just grown, and the object with it. Well, it was awfully undersized to begin with. Wait, was it a baby diaper? Why was he wearing a diaper? "SHIT, how did this ha.."
He didn´t even have the chance to finish that sentence. Almost immediately, he felt himself forcibly contracting, and grabbed his own stomach. It felt like he was about to puke, but quite on the contrary, the object between his legs began emanating a rather unpleasant smell.

George was shaking, he had no idea what was going on. He had to get off this predicament, and quickly.
"Think, think, what is happening?"
"George? I´m gonna open the door myself, you know I also have a key." His father insisted, seeming to be getting even angrier.
"Crap, I..." George felt himself contracting again, even more violently. It seemed his diaper could burst at any second. "...I forgot he had the master key."

George gulped, realzing he had no time to think. He tried removing the diaper, but it wouldn`t budge. A hard metallic feeling revealed why: On both sides, the diaper had some weird lock in it! The shape of the key, though, seemed oddly familiar. He closed his eyes, and found his thouhgts being drifted to his teddy bear.

That was it! The teddy had a key in it! If he could just get it, he should be able to release himself. Yet, his legs still refused to work. He managed to get into a crawling position, and did his best to put a hand ahead of hand until he reached his chair. He launched his hands at the seat and pulled himself up, then up the desk, and took the key, breathing a sigh of relief. He aimed at the lock for his closet.

At this point, the door began to open.
"FUCKING SHIT!" George exclaimed. He contracted once more, bashing his head into the hard wood. The brown susbatnce filled the diaper further, and the white object couldn´t handle it anymore: it exploded into a tiny festival of brown mushy stuff.

George`s father entered the room and sighed with a smile.
"Young man, what are you doing? I told you, you can´t climb those things. You´ll get hurt." The man walked up to the baby that was sitting on top of the desk, holding his teddy bear. Michael picked up the child, who giggled. "Woooosh! Someone`s having fun, isn`t he? Oh, and there`s a LOT of momma`s cooking there, isn´t there?"
"Dada! Dada" the boy chanted.
"That´s right, my boy, you made a little mess here. Oi, Matilda! We need to clean the guest room, Georgie went poo poo here."
"Michael you shouldn´t say "poo poo". Georgie`s only three, how will he learn to talk properly if even you won`t?"
"Personaly, I wouldn`t mind if he stayed this way forever. In a few years, he could be smocking! " The man laughed at his own joke.