Mett Wurscht started it.  He was a German exchange student that I made friends with.  I didn't realize how weird Germans are.  I guess that's why we became friends, everyone tells me I'm a weird girl.  And they are right, but they have no idea...

See, I have silly little fantasies where I imagine I'm tying boys up and dressing them like dolls.  Sometimes I even write them down as stories and share them with people online.  Those people usually fall into one of two groups... The ones who totally get it, and like my stories.  And the ones who don't get it at all.  That second group always asks me why I write them.  I don't have any answer for that.  Why do you like your favorite color?  Why do you like your favorite food?  I mean, I have theories.  I'm intimidated by boys larger than me, and I'm small enough that almost all boys are larger than I am.  It doesn't take a genius to see how a boy I have restrained is now 'safe'.  Another theory I have is that I was a huge tomboy growing up.  I remember thinking how unfair it was when I had to wear dresses and learn how to use make-up.  Now that I'm older, I actually enjoy it, but I do wonder if that's why it thrills me so much seeing boys in dresses and feminine accoutrements.  Anyway, my point is that you're wasting your time trying to figure out why.  I just like what I like.  I'm weird, remember?

I pretty much kept this side of myself hidden from friends and family.  I don't want them to think I'm weird.  So I really didn't know how to handle it when the new German exchange student happened to find one of my stories by accident.  I was terrified! 

Mett Wurscht, some kids called him 'Meat', the teachers called him 'Mike', was actually kind of cute.  He was tall, but lanky.  He was cute, with very German features.  But what really got my attention was his long, gorgeous hair.  He'd grown it out because he was a huge fan of metal music.  It was even longer than mine, going all the way down to the small of his back!  And of course it glowed with this thick, healthy chestnut colour, making me very dissatisfied at my mousy brown hair that tended towards being frizzy and dry-looking even when I was taking special care of it.  Combine that with his androgynous features and it was like 'GNNNHHH'.  I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.  So I volunteered to be his 'guide' and help him around the school.  It was while I was helping him with some schoolwork he found one of my stories that I'd hidden in a notebook.  By the time I realized what he was reading, it was too late, and my secret was out.  I was mortified!  But Mett was actually very understanding.  He told me that he saw it as very normal to have such fantasies and that he wouldn't tell anyone.  I was so relieved.  And after that, we became friends, although I was too embarrassed to ever talk about my fantasies with him.  We just talked about normal things like friends do.  Until he betrayed my trust completely!

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It was a few weeks before Halloween.  I decided to take Mett to a Halloween costume store.  I don't know why... I'd always made my own costumes on Halloween.  My grandmother had taught me my way around a sewing machine.  I guess I thought I was introducing Mett to Halloween.  But once we were there, he told me that he already knew all about it, that they had Halloween in Germany.  Whoops!  Still, we went around the large, well-stocked store and joked about the costumes.  It got a little flirty as we started to point out costumes we wanted to see the other person wear.  That's where I first figured out how weird Mett was.  He got really excited about a big baby costume.  It had a binky, huge diapers, an adult sized onesie... Mett kept telling me how great I'd look, how I could put my hair in pigtail braids.  I was not impressed. 

I guess what you have to understand is that I've always been a bit sensitive about my height.  All my life, everyone has assumed I was younger than I am.  I'm always being treated like a child instead of an adult just because I'm smaller than average.  And it's so frustrating!  So Mett trying to make me look like a small child... Not cool.  Exactly the opposite of what I'd ever want.  Well, there's no way I'd wear something like that!  But then we came across a Dirndl outfit and I saw my chance to get him back.  You know, it's that famous German traditional dress with the bodice, blouse, full skirt and apron that you always see in beer ads.  Seeing my chance, I decided to tease Mett and say that's what he should be wearing for Halloween. 

"You were so excited about putting hair in plaits", I said merrily, "you could wear this outfit and we could do your hair that way to match!"  Mett didn't seem to find that funny, so I kept needling him.  "Or if you prefer, we could do your hair in Dutch braids.  I think they'd make you look so elegant."  Watching him fidget was so much fun and I was once again enjoying myself.  So much that when he pointed out another outfit, I had dropped my guard.

"You would look good in this", Mett said, pointing at a butterfly costume.  'Butterfly Queen', it said on the label.  And actually, I kind of did like how it looked.  I held it up, thinking about how I could recreate it with my sewing machine.  I certainly could do better than the little wings that were attached.  Mett suggested I should try it on and I figured hey, if I was going to recreate this for my costume later, I might as well get a really good look at it.  So I grabbed the costume and went back to the change rooms to try it on.

I undressed to try it on, only to realize I'd grabbed a size large!  "Mett", I hollered out of the change room.  I tossed the costume over the top of the door.  "This one is too big.  Get a small."  I heard him scurry off.  While I waited, I realized I'd picked a bad change-room... No mirror.  The spot where there should've been a mirror was discoloured, indicating a mirror had been there, but now it was gone.  Someone must've broke it.  My investigations were interrupted as a costume was tossed over the top of the change-room door, landing beside me.

The outfit consisted of a beautiful black and yellow dress in the style of a swallowtail butterfly, with cheap plastic butterfly wings attached.  The dress was decorated with butterfly patterns.  It came with matching stockings and a cute choker with a butterfly in the middle.  I quickly put it on and... Was not impressed.  What had looked like a stylish, maybe slightly sexy outfit in the store wound up looking like a bit juvenile.  The picture on the box looked figure hugging... This outfit seems to be all poofy with cute little frills.  Have I mentioned I'm sensitive about looking younger than my age?  When you're petite, that's not a look you're going for.  That was at least part of the reason I'd been irritated with Mett's desire to see me in a baby costume.  And now that's why I wasn't a fan of this dress anymore.  Mett knocked on the change-room door.  "Can I see?" he asked.  For a moment, I debated it.  It was kind of embarrassing.  But then I figured maybe it would be a laugh, so I let Mett in.  Instead of laughing, he said he really liked how it looked. 

"Really?", I asked.  Maybe I was being too critical.  "I thought it made me look like a five year old."

Mett smiled.  "You need to see it in the mirror.  Go look at the big mirror in the store."   

Hmm.  Now I was curious.  "Watch my stuff" I said as I went out to look in the store mirror.  I took one look... And blushed bright red.  I had thought the outfit made me look young.  It was far worse than I'd expected!  I think because I had an image of the dress from what I'd seen before that I hadn't really seen how different this dress was!  It was a little girls party dress!  I took a quick look at the tab... It said 'Butterfly Princess'!  It was a different outfit!  Dammit, Mett had grabbed the kids version of the outfit instead of a small of the adult outfit!

Right at that point, an older woman, obviously standing there while her child tried on some outfit, said "Oh honey, aren't you a darling little butterfly!"  I looked up, blushing even more.  I looked down and mumbled something.  Even I don't know what I said.  But the older woman took my shame as a sign of distress.  "Oh, what's the matter little one?  Are you lost?  Do you need your mommy?"  I looked up alarmed.

"No", I said quietly, then turned to leave.  I stormed back to the dressing room, finding Mett there waiting for me.  "You got the wrong one", I said to Mett, giving him a good glare.

He just smiled back.  "But this outfit has a choker with a cute little butterfly.  It's got some knee high socks and look," he waved something sparkly at me.  "There's a tiara and some butterfly styled hairbows!"  My glare continued.  "Aww, you have to try on the whole outfit, just so I can see it!"

"In your dreams", I said, pushing him out of the change-room and slamming the door shut.  I wasn't going to spend one more minute in the humiliating outfit.  And I certainly wasn't putting on anything that made me look even more childish!  I started to take the outfit off and... Wait a minute.  Where were my clothes?  "Mett?  Where are my clothes?!"  I heard him chuckle.

"I have them safely hidden.  All I ask is that you put the whole outfit on, just so I can see it."  I was stunned.

"And if I don't?"  And now I heard him outright laugh.

"It'll be a long walk home in that outfit."  That bastard! He was blackmailing me!  What could I do?  Even if I could walk home in it, as humiliating as that would be, I didn't own this dress.  They'd stop me at the door when I tried to leave.  I could call for help, but then everyone in the store would see me.  What if there were classmates here?  I couldn't risk it.  Mett had me.  I cracked open the changeroom door and Mett gave me the other accessories.  Giving him as evil a look as I could muster, I pulled up the socks.  Then I let him put the choker around my neck.  I could feel the little butterfly wings tickling the underside of my chin.  So humiliating!  I waited patiently for Mett to put the tiara on me when I felt him running his fingers through my hair.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking up into his ear-to-ear grin. 

"Well..." he said while I felt his fingers moving about my head.  "Remember how you teased me about plaiting my hair?"  No, it couldn't be.  "I think you really need some pigtail braids to go with the outfit."  I could do nothing but fume while his nimble fingers moved through my hair.  And when he put the butterfly hairbows in, and then delicately placed the tiara into my hair, I knew I absolutely looked the part.  By now my face felt permanently warmed by the hot blood running under my skin.  It was so humiliating... And Mett seemed to be drinking it in.

"All right.  I'm a 'Butterfly Princess'.  Happy?  Can I have my clothes now?"  But Mett wasn't done.

"No, I want you to pose for me first.  First I want you to curtsy..."  My jaw dropped.  But I realized he wasn't joking.  I began doing what he said... And suddenly there was a flash!  He had his phone out and he was taking pictures! 

"NO!" I said.  But he shrugged his shoulders and started to walk away.  "No, no, wait!"  My shoulder slumped in defeat.  And I spent the next while as his doll, letting him put me into whatever poses he wanted while he took pictures.  The whole time, I was thinking about how I was going to get those pictures!  If anyone saw them, I'd be utterly humiliated.  Finally he was done.  "OK, can I get my clothes now?" 

Mett smiled.  "I left them for you at the front"  AND THEN HE RAN AWAY!

I wanted to yell after him, but I was suddenly all too aware of the many people in the store.  I sat in that change room for ten minutes, hoping Mett would come back.  But he seemed gone.  I finally gathered the nerve to open the changeroom door and head towards the front.  After all, everyone would be in costume.  No one would look at me twice, right?

My resolve almost disappeared as I caught a look at myself in the big mirror.  If you removed all the things around me that provided scale, You would swear you were looking at a small child.  From the adorable knee high socks, to the puffy frilled skirt, to the frilly princess sleeves with puffy shoulders.  The oversized butterfly choker around my neck to the large butterfly ties that held my braided pigtails in place and bracketed that silly tiara on my head.  Even the huge, floppy butterfly wings seems to emphasize how childlike I was.  It was impossible to deny how cute the whole ensemble made me.

As if she was reading my mind, the older lady from before piped in again.  "It's the darling little butterfly again!  Oh, you have to tell your mommy to get you that outfit.  You'll be sweeter than any candy you get!"  I didn't believe I could blush harder, but I did.  I looked at the ground and mumbled something.  Needing to get out of there, to be anywhere else, I started moving towards the front of the store and my clothes.  Because I was staring at the ground, I almost walked into someone.  I apologized and looked up... Right into the face of my rival, Leila!  Oh no!!

Leila, with her regal height and long brunette locks, was pretty much the source of all my pain at school.  She was also the queen of our class.  Everyone wanted to be her friend, everyone adored her.  But we'd never seen eye-to-eye... And that's not just a joke about her height and my lack.  She took every opportunity to tease and humiliate me.  She'd stopped of late, but then when Mett had arrived, she had wanted to be his 'guide'.  But the teacher had chosen me.  I admit, I'd been pretty full of myself and laughed as she gave me the evil eye.  But I hadn't thought much of it...  Until now.  Leila looked at me with a malicious grin much like I assume the evil queen had when she gave Snow White the poisoned apple. 

"Is that your Halloween costume?  It really suits you", Leila needled.  "You absolutely have to come to my party wearing that."  While most kids would've loved an invite to Leila's party, I knew exactly what kind of reception I'd get, particularly in this outfit.  I tried to look confident, feeling anything but.

"Just trying on some options", I said.  "But I don't think I'll go with this one.  It makes me look as juvenile as you are."  And I smartly marched past Leila having delivered my zinger.  Oh, I knew I'd pay for that remark later.  Leila wasn't the kind of person to forgive and forget.  But in the moment, it was worth the shocked looks from her friends.

"You... You should wear pigtails more often, they suit you." Leila retorted to my back, but I just pretended not to hear.  Ignoring everything around me, I marched up to the front, and got my clothes.  The lady handed them to me and I marched back to the change rooms, studiously ignoring Leila and her friends, even though I could see them pointing at me and laughing.  Worse, the change rooms were full when I got back.  So I had to stand and wait for one to open, Leila and her friends making comments the whole time.  It was horrible!  I was so glad when I finally changed into my regular clothes.  I fled the store, not looking back.

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Grrr.  I was so angry after what Mett did.  Leila had of course told everyone   How dare he put me in a fluffy little girl party dress.  How dare he make me into a 'Butterfly Princess'.  Oh, if he wanted a butterfly princess, he was going to get one!

I gave a quick tug on the jolly jumper.  Surely you've seen those before.  They are used so babies can exercise their legs.  The baby is attached to a harness.  The harness goes up to a spring or a bungie cord device that lets them bounce up and down while being safely restrained *giggle* from any other activity.  Except this one was adult sized.  I'd made it from a skydiving harness and some industrial springs.  Ohh, I couldn't help but imagine how humiliating it was going to be for Mett to be helplessly restrained in this device.  Of course, what was going to make the revenge so satisfying was not just that he'd be restrained in the jolly jumper, but how humiliating it would all look. 

First of all the outfit.  Mett liked butterflys, did he?  Well, I'd put together an amazing yellow and black outfit modeled after the swallowtail butterfly.  Except this outfit had a few surprises.  First of all, while it looked soft and delicate on the outside, the inside was lined with nearly indestructible canvas.  It was the same material they made straitjackets out of.  So once someone was in the outfit, it was impossible to force yourself out of it.  The only way out was to undo the straps.  But the arms of the outfit were folded over.  When you put it on, you had to put your hands on your shoulder and your elbows went into the sleeves.  So as soon as the straps were tight, you no longer had the use of your hands.  The result was an outfit that the wearer could not take off themselves in any way.  To heighten the humiliation, the outfit had a cute little frilly skirt that would bob up and down as someone bounced in the jolly jumper.  And of course I had a huge, padded diaper all ready.  That way, as the little skirt bounced up and down, the embarrassing diaper would be exposed to any viewer.  And of course the diaper insured Mett could be kept in the trap for a long time...   Oh, I couldn't help myself, I gleefully clapped my hands at the thought.  Of course, the frilly little skirt wouldn't be the only thing bouncing up and down.  I'd also made a huge pair of butterfly wings and a headband with some little balls on the ends of long springs that looked like antenna.  Also attached to the headband was a dainty little princess crown.  It would've been demeaning to anyone, but it would be absolutely emasculating for a boy!  Finally I had a pair of Mary-Janes and high socks that would really emphasize how infantile the wearer was.  Every bounce would make the wings flap and the antenna bounce.  And of course, clearly written across the front of the harness in big letters, were the words 'Butterfly Princess'.  If Mett wanted a butterfly princess, he'd get one! 

It was perfect!  Someone who looked at the scene would see Mett bouncing up and down in his big padded diaper and frilly outfit.  It would look like he could just get out so a viewer would assume they were doing it by choice, but of course that wasn't the case.  And as long as he was bouncing, wings flapping, antenna bobbing, any audience would have to assume he was having the time of his life.  So how to insure that he kept bouncing up and down?  At this part, I couldn't help but giggle.  ITCHING POWDER!  The inside of the outfit was sprinkled with rose cythilicus, a natural fibre that wouldn't cause any harm, but would irritate the skin and cause an uncontrollable urge to itch.  Except you wouldn't be able to.  All you could do for relief is to writhe and squirm.  I'd taken special care to stitch an inner layer into the straitjacket that was silky smooth side to side, but coarse if you moved it up and down.  Eventually you'd realize the only thing that gave relief was to move up and down quickly.  Except that doing so would spread the cythilicus even more.  So once you started bouncing, you'd have to keep bouncing or face the maddening itch again!  But to anyone watching, you'd look like you were having the time of your life jumping up and down in the jolly jumper.

Now I know what you're thinking.  'Hey, you're messing with some serious stuff there.  Didn't people get driven insane by itching torture in the middle ages?'  I'm not that cruel, as mad as I was at Mett.  I only planned to make Mett bounce for maybe a half an hour, and I had some salve that would relieve the itching after that.  My plan was to hang him on the front step, the jolly jumper attached to the porch.  That way everyone coming to the door trick or treating would see him bouncing there.  I also had a web cam set up that I'd use to broadcast his plight to the internet.  Knowing that he couldn't stop bouncing, knowing that his only choice was to humiliate himself in front of the camera or face a maddening itch.  I'd let him know everyone could see him. I wouldn't want to hurt the poor boy... Just totally and completely humiliate him!  Oh it was all so perfect! 

Now I just had to spring the trap...

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It was the afternoon before Halloween.  I brought out the glasses of wine, being careful to remember the drugged one was in my right hand.  "I'm so glad you could come over, Mett.  I know you were worried that I was mad at you, but I wanted you to know there are no hard feelings.  You are forgiven."  And it was true.  As soon as he drank the drugged win, I had all of the gear ready in the next room.  Just knowing what was going to happen to him this evening, I was no longer mad at Mett.  He'd be soon getting his.  I placed the 'special' wine in front of him.  "Now, I have to introduce you to one of our customs, the Halloween toast!"  Mett picked up the wine and it was all I could do not to giggle. 

He held the wine up, then sniffed it.  "What kind of wine is this?" He asked.  I didn't know... I'd just grabbed something cheap.  I put my glass down and ran back to the kitchen and get the bottle.  Grabbing it from the counter, I came back and handed it to Mett for his perusal.  "Excellent vintage", he said with a smirk.  He nodded his head, and I exhaled.  I was worried maybe he was going to say it was something he wouldn't drink.  But he held his glass up.  "To what are we toasting?"

I grabbed my glass with a smile.  "Oh, let's just say we're toasting to us both having the Halloween we deserve..."  I had to keep my evil laugh inside.  We clinked glasses and I watched him down it all in one shot.  I did the same.  I eagerly waited for any sign of the drug taking effect.  Was he wavering slightly?.  He seemed wobbly.  He was moving back and forth... Haha, I couldn't wait for him to collapse and I could begin... yawn... my revenge.  Once he was... yawn... asleep, I'd drag him into the next room and... and... Oooh, now it wasn't just Mett wobbling, the whole room was moving and everything is getting dark...

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My eyes slowly fluttered open.  It was hard to get them open as it felt like there was some kind of weight on them.  Luckily the slight breeze outdoors was helping wake me up.  At first it felt like someone was hugging me so tightly as we floated on a cloud.  I could just feel my tiptoes touching the ground.  I tried to catch my breath, and began to realize no, no one was hugging me.  Instead it felt like I was wrapped up very tightly, like a corset that had been over-tightened and...

My eyes snapped open.  I tried to call out, but all I heard was a muffled 'MMMMPH'.  I looked up, and found myself staring into the riggings of the jolly jumper!  I tried to twist and turn, and I could see I was wearing the butterfly princess outfit!  Somehow I was dressed in the outfit I'd prepared for Mett!!  HOW?!  As if in response to my thought, Mett walked out to the porch. 

"Ahh, you are awake" he said in his German accented English.  "I must say that you are a very sneaky girl", he wagged his finger at me, looking stern.  But the sternness disappeared into a smile.  "But you are such a cute little butterfly princess now, I forgive you!" 

I wasn't really listening.  I was in full blown panic mode!  I could somewhat see my reflection in the house window.  It was horrible!  Not only was I wearing all the butterfly princess outfit, all the pieces designed to keep Mett captured and helpless, there was a lot of stuff that had been added that made it even more humiliating!  Oh, I still had the indestructible canvas straitjacket, and I was not getting out of that by myself.  Someone had clearly over-tightened it so I could barely breathe!  And sure it still had the frilly little skirt, padded diapers and big butterfly wings.  But now the frilly little skirt had loads and loads of petticoats!  They framed a diaper far larger and far more padded than what I had prepared for Mett.  Worse, the diaper had princesses and ballerinas on it instead of the simple white diaper.  Somehow, a huge bow had been added to the dress as well.  But the absolute worst part was what had been done to my face!  Oh, I still had the binky gag I'd intended for Mett.  But my face had been professionally made up to make me look like a child.  It was still recognizably me, but the pale foundation, the big rosy cheeks, the highlighting to make my eyes seem big and childlike.  And my hair!  I had so much of it that there must've been extensions involved, but my hair was all done in long, thick braided pigtails with ribbons threaded through and large bows on the ends.  On my head was an enormous crown with the letters 'PRINCESS' visible at the base.  It's oversized nature, combined with how my curled fringe just barely peeked out from underneath, making me look ridiculously infantile.  Around my neck was a butterfly necklace with matching dangling butterfly earrings.  How was this possible?  Mett wouldn't know how to...

And at that point Leila stepped out in front of me.  "Hi!" She said with the most evil grin I've ever seen.

"I thought you might pull a trick on me", Mett suddenly started to explain.  "That is why I switched the glasses.  But I thought you'd made it taste bad or something.  I wasn't expecting you to pass out!  I didn't know what to do!" Mett said in a way that sounded like he might've been very upset.  "Luckily Leila had given me her number so I called her to come over.  She's the one that found all your stuff in the next room and figured out you were going to prank me that way."  He nodded at Leila.  "So she's the one that suggested we should prank you back!" 

Leila licked her lips.  "This is how we celebrate Halloween." she explained to Mett, making stuff up as she went.  "So since you won the Halloween prank, we'll hand out candy and let everyone in the neighborhood see."

"Are you sure that's not too embarrassing?" Mett asked, concerned.  "I mean, I like how she looks", he said with a smile/leer that was half shy, half perverted.  "But it is OK for letting others see?"

"Oh yeah" Leila continued lying.  "As the winner, it's expected you will show her to everyone."  Leila turned to face me, but so that Mett couldn't see her face.  "And then, when we've finished handing out the candy, we'll bring her, jolly jumper and all, to the big college party."  My eyes opened wide in shock at that.  Nooo!!  Everyone will be there!!  It will be humiliation a thousand times worse than what this was!  I was so preoccupied that I started to realize I was forgetting something... Oh yeah! 

I turned to see the web camera, faithfully sending this all on the internet.  Creating a video record that the world would be able to see.  Oh, why had I been so thorough at all this?  As I felt a tingling in my back I started moving up and down slightly to scratch and....  Oh no!

THE ITCHING POWDER!  It had been inside the jacket and no one had known.  As the maddening itch began, I understood why prisoners in the middle ages had gone mad.  I began to jump, the only way to get any relief.  As I moved up and down, the slight friction made it bearable.  Except each jump made it spread.  It was slowly getting worse and worse making me jump a little bit more each time...

And it finally began sinking in.  With neither Mett nor Leila aware of the itching powder, I'd be bouncing for hours.  If they did really take me to the college party, by that time I'd be wildly and enthusiastically jumping like a gymnast on a trampoline just to get relief.  But everyone in my school, everyone who mattered, would see me looking completely goofily infantile and, to them, it would look like I was loving it.  It would look like I was having a crazy good time bouncing about.  With every bounce, my wings would flap, my petticoats would spring, my braids would fly about and everyone would forever associate me with that image.  I was ruined.

Some kids had already arrived at the front door, planning to trick or treat.  Upon seeing me, they rushed forward, laughing at what appeared to be silly antics.  "She's like a really, really big baby!", one said.  I had only one hope.  I looked at Mett with big pleading eyes.  Maybe I could get through to him.  Maybe I could get him to ask some questions, to notice the itch soothing cream.  I let out a "Mmmmph" to get his attention.  And he leaned over to me.

"You know, I was worried this was a bad idea", he said with sincerity.  "I thought Leila was maybe not truthful and taking you to party would be too much"  I nodded my head as much as I could.  "But then I see you bouncing and you look so happy!"  Nooo!  Mett was seeing my bouncing as evidence I was having fun, not as the horrid torture it was.  And that's when Mett leaned down and said "If you want out, just stop bouncing.  Then I know you're not happy and I let you out."  YES!  Thank goodness, I had my escape.  I tried to stop bouncing.  One second.  Two secon... Ahh, the itch was too much!  I couldn't take it!  I had to start bouncing again.  I looked up at Mett expectantly, but to him I'd barely paused in my jumping.  I tried again, vowing to tough it out.... One second.  Two secon...

WHAPP!  I jumped up in the air as Leila had smacked my bum with force!  The massively thick diaper absorbed it all, but the shock had made me jump... Making the itch even worse!  No, why had she picked that moment to slap me on the behind!  What horrible luck!  After a few more bounces, I resolved that this... This was my last chance.  One second.  Two secon... Ahhh, no, I couldn't take it!  I had to scratch!  Slowly, it dawned on me that it was simply too late.  The cythilicus fibres were spread over my back now.  I bounced and I bounced as the unrelenting itch continued.  I was already too far gone.  Everyone, including Mett, would only see me as enthusiastically enjoying my utter humiliation.  I had no doubt that Leila would take whatever steps needed to make sure of that, and in the grips of the itching powder, I would have no way to stop her.  She could do whatever she wanted and I'd only be able to make baby noises and bounce.  I'd only stop bouncing now when I passed out from exhaustion.  And the wonder of the jolly jumper is that you can keep bouncing for a very, very long time....

         

Happy Halloween!