Story #161: Simon Says (Part I: Bailey):

Story #161: Simon Says (Part I: Bailey): (Content Tags: Messy diapers, mind control, made to wear someone else's dirty diaper, diaper sniffing, diaper squishing, humiliation, domination) Montgomery was a nice little town where nothing of consequence ever happened, or at least it had been. It had a total population of around five thousand, so everyone always knew everyone else's business, but drama was minimal, especially for a kid. Though in all fairness, that was because of the natural pecking order that had long been in place. The rich families had the power in local business and government, and the rich kids were the ones who ruled the roost at the school and all the hangout spots. As long as the big shots got the respect that they felt they deserved, then there was no need for issue. There was one clique in particular that made the rules, at least at Montgomery elementary school: a good ol' boys club that didn't take too kindly to outsiders. Its members spanned from third to sixth grade, and that was only the core group. These were the kids of the people who held sway; those who had money, power, and prestige in their little town. It was exceedingly rare that a new family would move to their little rural valley, and even rarer that a new family would stay more than a few months, once they realized how frozen out of the in-group they were. At most, it seemed like they'd get seasonal migrant workers during the harvesting season, and those were people that the town openly welcomed for their skills, though they still weren't considered a part of the community. All in all, Montgomery was insular and unwelcoming; it had a rigid hierarchy of power and that was just the way things were. At least until Simon moved into town. Simon was a strange one, and that was probably the most positive thing that could be said about him. The boy just wasn't right in the head, and he sure as hell wasn't right for Montgomery. Him and his family had moved here to work in the local lumber mill, and while the rest of his family was ostensibly average, there was something unpleasant that bubbled under the surface. It would be Buster that first realized the new kid was not all he seemed. Buster was a member of that little boy's club, a fifth grader, with red curls and a thousand freckles, that thought real highly of himself and who used his status to get the things that he wanted. Simon had joined his class in August, and had almost immediately seemed off to Buster. Simon always had a crooked smile, and eyes that were far more confident than they should have been. The new boy was no prize: glasses, on the chubby side, and not very personable. He had a bizarre charisma to him though, and it was really difficult to quantify. It was like the same creepy charisma that a cult leader had, where most people were automatically weary of him, but a select few would be mesmerized. It made him come across as quite polarizing. It was a couple of weeks after he had moved in that he showed exactly the evil he was capable of. Buster had been walking home with Taylor, a fourth grader in the same clique as the other top kids. Taylor had light brown hair and was really into sports, and him and Buster spent a lot of time together. That afternoon had been no different, as they'd been talking about going down to the fields to kick the ball around. Simon had interrupted their conversation and given them that signature smile of his: "Where ya going?" It was out of nowhere, as Simon had mostly kept to himself since moving in, which was probably exacerbated by the clique's influence on the other kids, who knew not to make outsiders feel too welcome. It was especially galling for an outsider to try to engage with a member of the club. Buster furrowed his brow, "Look, Simon. I know you're not from around here, but you need to start learning how we do things around Montgomery. Right quick, y'hear? Taylor and I are a part of the 'Big Boys' club, and we run this town. We don't like strangers coming into our town, and we definitely don't want to talk to none of them." Simon appeared amused, "Big Boy's club? That's a silly name. Sounds like something out of a commercial for training pants." Taylor's face got red, "N-no! It means that we're the big boys in charge! The top dogs!" Buster nodded, "That's right. You better keep that mouth in check. We have the power to make things real bad for ya, real uncomfortable and humiliating." "So who all is in this club? Are you taking new members?" Taylor almost was eager to lay out their club's roster, which Buster was appalled by, but he was too flabbergasted by how bold Simon was to stop him. "There's me and Buster, that's two. Then there's Nash and Cody in sixth grade, and Bailey in third. That's the Big Boy club, and we're not taking on any members." Simon slowly nodded, not looking at all deterred by the statement. "I see... Well, thank you for letting me know." The odd boy would go on to leave, but Buster had a bad feeling about him. Why had he been so curious and so confident? He looked like such a loser, and yet he was so bold! Buster shook his head and decided that he'd have to talk to the rest of the boys about teaching the newcomer a lesson about respect. As Simon walked away, his head was already swarming with all the possibilities he had in mind. He would be dismantling the club, one member at a time, until the power hierarchy was completely dissolved and he could install himself as the one true authority among all the kids. Later that day, it would be Nash that next ran into him. Nash's family owned the largest farm in the county, and he thought himself a real 'cowboy', even though he never got his own hands dirty with the work. He was a blond kid that wore the cowboy hat and boots; he always had a sucker in his mouth and he was the quickest of the group to seek violence. He'd been getting a soda at the local haunt with a girl from school; that's when Simon had showed up and started to watch him. It was as if he was analyzing the 'rough and tumble' boy, trying to get a fix on his personality. From what he could tell, Nash was loud and had a big mouth. The longer he sat at a table and gazed at the 'big boy' member, the more ideas he got in his head. Before too long though, Nash had noticed his staring and had come over to figure out what Simon's damage was. "You see something you like, sissy? You've had those peepers right on me for about ten minutes. You some kinda queer?" Nash folded his arms and glowered down at Simon, his childish homophobia on full display, which sadly wasn't a rare attitude in such a conservative town. "Is it a crime to look at someone?" "It is if you're some kind of freak that wants to kiss boys." Nash growled. Simon smiled, "You sound like you think a lot about boys kissing other boys." He started to get up from his chair, but as he stood up, Nash suddenly slugged him across the cheek, which caused him to tumble back and sprawl across the floor. "You better keep that trap shut next time I see you, or I'll beat the absolute tar out of ya. My friend's daddy is the sheriff and he'll look the other way." Nash hissed, before spitting on Simon and giving him a kick to the gut. Simon writhed in agony while Nash left the establishment with his little girlfriend. He made a mental note of what he'd be doing with Nash and checked him off the figurative list he'd compiled of meeting the 'big boys' of Montgomery. After getting his shit kicked in by the hot-head, Simon would decide to seek out a smaller member of the club first. That would be Bailey, who from Taylor's list was the youngest of the bunch. After some gentle asking around, he learned a decent amount about the boy: Bailey Beaufort was the elder son and assumed heir to the richest family in the town. His father owned a chain of grocery stores across the rust belt, and while that might seem like a humble legacy, the profits reaped kept the Beaufort family very comfortable. From what he'd heard, Bailey was a snobbish strawberry blond that dressed nicely and despised all manner of filth. He was a germaphobic dandy that thought his family's wealth made him better than normal people. Another thing he'd heard was that Bailey was a real pipsqueak and he was sensitive of that fact. He also had a younger brother, Theodore, who was still but a preschooler in Pampers. Simon made a note of that. Gaining access to Bailey wasn't as hard as it would have been for someone less 'talented' than Simon. The boy only had to use his 'gift' to make a chain of contact; a friend of a friend of a friend. That eventually led him to the Beaufort estate. A lash from his silver tongue got him inside, with him merely suggesting to the nanny that he was a friend of Bailey. The boy's parents weren't home, which wasn't abnormal for the entry-level aristocrats; he would find both brothers in the playroom, with Theodore playing with toys, while Bailey was practicing violin. Bailey was just as Simon had thought he'd be. The boy was pale, petite, and dressed in soft pastels. In stark contrast, his younger brother was large for a toddler and dressed in little more than a shirt that was too small and a bulky pair of Sesame Street Pampers. "Who are *you*? How did you get in here?" The boy stopped playing his instrument. Simon gave his trademark smile, "Simon. I'm new in town." "Obviously." Bailey scoffed, putting his violin down. "I'm asking why you're *here*. Who let you in my house?" "Your babysitter, I'm assuming. I told her I was a friend and to not bother us." Simon closed the door to the playroom behind him. The fancy lad looked perturbed at Simon's demeanor and he started to march over toward the door, "No, I'm telling her to throw you out. I don't know you, and you're clearly not important enough for me to know. My family could buy and sell you." Simon put up his hand, "Simon says that you won't kick me out. You'll go sit on the floor next to your little brother." "B-but I..." Bailey's eyes glazed over as he fully comprehended what Simon was instructing him to do. "Okay." The younger boy walked away from the door and sat down on the carpet next to his little brother. Theodore looked between the two older kids, wondering what was going on, and whether or not he should be worried. Simon tapped on his chin, "So you're the smallest of the 'big boys', are you? One of those hoity-toity types that doesn't like to get dirty and thinks that you're better than everyone else because of your money." "...Yeah. We're the richest family in town, my dad owns--" "--Yeah, yeah, I know. No need to give me your life story, pipsqueak. Just wait there until I tell you what to do. Just know you have the distinguished honor of being the first domino to fall." Simon turned his head toward Theodore; less complex minds were even easier to control, so this next part would be a piece of cake. "Theo, Simon says to get up and stand in front of your brother, so that your butt is next to his face." Bailey grimaced as the smiling visages of Elmo and Cookie Monster were right in front of him, plastered on the puffy Pampers around the tot's waist. He'd always been particularly disgusted by diapers, since they seemed like the very apex of 'nasty and dirty'. "W-what are you doing?" The smaller boy asked, trying to turn his head away. "Having some fun with breaking you. You're really just my warm-up round, before I go after the others in your little club. I'm impressed by this little pentagon of power you guys cooked up, even if it is just based on your family's names." "I don't understand..." Simon clicked his tongue, "That doesn't surprise me. You were born with power, so you've never had to work for it. This little town is also so locked down that you've never had to worry about losing it. You're like a naive little prince that doesn't know the cost of your kingdom. Me? My family's never had anything, except for me. I've got something that money can't buy." The older boy looked back to the toddler, "Put your diaper closer to his face, and Bailey? I want you to start sniffing at it like a dog." Theodore was far too under Simon's spell to even be aware of what was happening, but Bailey was still keenly in tune with what he was being forced to do. For reasons he couldn't explain, he was listening to Simon's orders and nuzzling the Pampers with his nose, which still mostly smelled like talcum and a little like pee. "Pretty gross, huh? But I think we can do better. Theo, I want you to go poo-poo in your diapee. Just completely unload everything you have." Bailey's eyes widened, "N-no!" He was already immensely disgusted by what he was being compelled to do, but now Simon was going to make it a thousand times worse! "Hehe! Poopie!" The tot dumbly giggled, drooling on himself vacantly as he began to push. A juicy fart sputtered to life and made the garment rumble from sheer force; not a moment later and a big lump of mush was bulging the Pampers out against Bailey's nose. One lump became two, and two became more, as Theodore was taking Simon's order to heart; he was pushing out everything he could. Simon watched with a morbid curiosity as the diaper puffed out more against Bailey's nose, making it completely buried in the bulging seat. Every smoldering clump being propelled by violent flatulence, and Bailey forced to simply take it all into his olfactory senses. It was good, but Simon knew he could do better. "That sure must be stinky, huh? Your baby brother must have really had to go! Lucky for him that you're a dutiful big brother, right? You'll get him changed before he gets any diaper rash." Bailey would have ranted about that being a job for the 'help', and that his delicate hands should never have to do something so vile, but he was a little preoccupied with the putrid pile occupying Theo's puffy Pampers. The tot soon after finished up with a sloppy bout of gas and Simon told him to take a step forward. "Think of it this way: now that you've spent a few minutes smelling it up close, you won't be bothered by it while changing him! You should be downright nose-blind to it." Simon chuckled. Bailey looked as if he wanted to retch and he was rubbing furiously at his nose, as if he could brush the stink off. "Ugghh! S-so foul! I d-don't know how you're d-doing this, but..." "Butt, that's right; you need to take care of poopy-butt here. Simon says to go get the supplies and come right back here." The fair boy shakily got back to his feet and marched off, returning a few minutes later with everything he would need to change a dirty diaper. He hadn't run off to get help, because he genuinely couldn't; Simon had told him to come right back, and he couldn't disobey. "Good! Better hop to it. That icky diaper won't change itself, right?" "I-I don't know how..." "Shocker. Bet you haven't seen a chore in your life. That's okay, I'll walk you through it." Simon had already been pretty sure that this would be the case. Bailey didn't look like he'd ever had to take out the trash, let alone change a dirty diaper. With his disdain for filth, he probably had never watched it happen either. That was fine, Simon was knowledgeable enough to assist from the sideline. It took several minutes and about a dozen wipes, but Bailey had successfully gotten his little brother into a perfectly clean pair of Pampers. He was about to ball up the old one when Simon stopped him. "You did a good job, but we're not done here yet. There's still more fun to be had, rich boy. Simon says that you're going to put that diaper on." It was a massive ask of a germaphobe, even after the last two indignities that Simon had put him through. In fact, Bailey could hardly imagine anything worse or more degrading. "N-no! Please! I'll give you all the money you want, any toy I have, but don't make me do that!" Simon smiled, "Trying to buy your way out of it? Don't bother. Besides, you're already doing it. See?" He was right. Even while Bailey had been pleading, his hands had started to pull down on his shorts to strip and redress in the secondhand garment. His mind and body were not in sync on this; no matter how repulsed he was, he was still starting to tape the fuming diaper around his own waist. It made him feel sick to his stomach as the warm mush pressed up against him. "A little tight, but you're a little beanpole and your brother's got all that baby fat, so it's not *that* bad. Now, I think you should move around a little and get a feel for those pottypants of yours." Bailey obeyed and began to strut awkwardly around the playroom, the Pampers sloshing with their mushy contents as he did. He was gaining a new appreciation for just how disgusting his baby brother was to parade around like this. "Like a little runway model! Now, what would be a good finish for the show... Oh! Sit on that little baby car thing!" Simon gestured. The 'baby car' in question was a little wheeled toy that a toddler was supposed to sit on and scoot along the floor with their feet. Theo had nearly outgrown it, which meant it'd be even harder for Bailey to squeeze into the seat. Still, he had no option but to attempt. It was indeed a tight fit, and his bulging Pampers loudly squelched as he sat on the hard plastic of the seat. The bubbling filth smeared all throughout the inside of his diaper. "I want you to squish around. Up and down, up and down. While you're at it, I want you to start making your own mess in there." The sickening sounds of him repeatedly pressing his diapered bottom into the plastic seat filled the playroom. After going up and down a few times, he was starting to fart in the diaper as well. Toots soon turned to squishy plops, and Bailey could be heard sniffling as he helplessly crapped in his brother's dirty diaper. Simon looked happy with the result, "Good. Now, Bailey...This is your new normal. Got it? Whenever you see your brother, or any other boy, making a stinky in their diaper, you'll be sniffing it. You'll then be putting it on and squishing around with it; wallowing like a filthy pig. You'll be obsessed." The boy nodded again, having no say in the matter. Simon smiled broadly, "Now, I want to know more about the other boys in your club. I've got plans to make for them."