Tale #101: You Should Be Ashamed (Part 1)

Tale #101: You Should Be Ashamed (Part 1) (Part 5 to the 'XP Waste' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy and wet diapers, humiliation, teasing, changing) The question still loomed over his head, much like the warm icon of a protection prayer. Did he really want to have Brent over this weekend? He'd gotten so comfortable with talking to the other boy about his 'upgrades', that he'd seemed to forget how different their relationship had been before that fateful day that Brent came through his door. Brent hadn't necessarily been a bully to Josh, but he had been antagonistic and abrasive. They'd been more of acquaintances than friends, or rather, they saw eachother as a 'friend of a friend'. That day Brent had wandered in, he'd already been excited about blabbing all about Joshua's secrets! The evolution of their friendship had been short-lived thus far, and had been entirely focused around Runescape and the padding that the blond wore to succeed. There wasn't necessarily anything wrong with that being the catalyst, but it did present a pair of caveats. The first and more petty of them was that it might be awkward to hang out in-person for long, even with both of them gaming. They didn't really have a rapport with one another, at least not yet. The second and more substantial issue was a matter of trust. Did Joshua really believe that Brent was being sincere with him? Or was this a long-con to eventually humiliate him in some way? It seemed unlikely when he thought more about it, and he didn't want to believe that Brent would go this far for the payoff; if Brent wanted to, he could have already told everyone about what Joshua was doing. The blond squirmed in his chair and felt the warm mush getting spread further around in all directions. Could he be comfortable, to be sitting in soggy and poopy diapers, while within feet of such a mischievous boy? After a few minutes of deliberation, while feeling distracted by the potent stench that was wafting up from below him, he came to a decision. He took a deep breath and put his hands back over the keyboard to pen his response. 'Sure okay. I gotta ask my mom tho. Tomorrow?' Joshua would need to go make sure it was okay with his mother; he didn't see any reason it wouldn't be, especially when Brent had been over that one day and she knew that he'd seen her son in a stinky Goodnite. The boy logged off his account, to avoid dealing with another 'random event' that could mess him up while he was gone. This was something that needed an answer sooner than later, so he might as well go get it figured out now. Something he was quick to realize was how difficult it was to walk around in this state. His Goodnites had been cumbersome when full too, but definitely not on the same level as a real diaper was. He had a hard time bending his knees properly, with his thighs being pushed so far apart by the saturated padding. On the flipside, he also didn't feel as concerned about springing a leak while heading down the stairs. "Mommy! Mommy!" He called out, the sound of his diaper squishing with every step. He figured she'd gone to prepare dinner, so he was heading straight for the kitchen; once he got through the threshold, he was in for quite the surprise. "Oh dear! What on earth is he wearing?" The blond stopped in his tracks, looking surprised by the sight of someone else in their house. It was an older woman from around the neighborhood, who his mother talked to on occasion. His mom probably thought that he'd be preoccupied with his game, so she didn't bother to warn him that company was over. The crone looked shocked. She'd first thought that Joshua was merely pantsless, which was crude enough, but then she'd gotten a better look and realized that the grade schooler was wearing a big diaper! The boy's mother looked a little embarrassed and she set down her tea. "Hello, sweetie. Sorry I didn't tell you, but I'm having Mrs. Graham over for some tea. Sharon, you remember my son? Joshua?" "Yes, of course...I could have sworn he was a little older. Isn't he a little big to still be wearing something like that?" The older woman's words were pointed and dripped with disapproval. Back in her day, children were fully trained at two! "Well, he's been having some accidents lately... I had him in Pull-Ups, but the darn things were just too leaky. He's not dry at night either, so these should work better for that too..." The boy stood there awkwardly in front of the two women, and he finally had the thought to try covering his shame. He put his hands in front of the sagging crotch of the garment, but it was like trying to hide an elephant under a napkin. "H-hello...Mrs. Graham..." "Accidents, huh? I had the same problem with the older of my two boys. That was when he was in Kindergarten though, and a few whoopings helped remind him to use the toilet on time. Wet britches or not, I wouldn't have put his bottom back in diapers; it isn't appropriate for a boy that old." Before either Josh or his mother could respond to that, the phone in the living room started to ring. His mother got up with a small sigh, "I better see who that is. I'll be right back. Sweetie, why don't you get yourself a snack? Dinner will be a little late tonight." She ruffled his hair on her way out and Joshua looked anxious about being left along with the hag. "A snack? You look like you could do with a few less of those, little boy." Sharon scoffed, reaching over and giving the boy's tummy a pinch. "So pale too...You need less cartoons and those mindless computer games." While it was rather rude to point out, the old woman did have a point. Since his Runescape addiction had started, he'd spent a lot less time in the sun, and he'd gone from being too scrawny, to having a small layer of baby fat. That also spoke nothing to how much of an immature slob that he'd become, or the biggest impact, which was his faltering bodily control. "H-hey...quit it...!" He whined, cheeks getting pink as he tried to move away from her. "Stand still, boy. Let me get a look at that diaper you're wearing." She snapped at him, her voice sounding commanding from a lifetime of putting children in their place as a former teacher. Joshua was still young enough that it wasn't fully clear to him whether or not he could use the word 'no' with a grown-up in his house. Sure, he knew that he didn't have to listen to strangers, but Mrs. Graham wasn't a stranger. He puffed out his cheeks in frustration, but stood still and removed his hands from where they'd been shielding the yellowed front of the diaper. "When I was still a teacher, you weren't allowed to go to school unless you were toilet-trained. The only children in diapers were the... the..." She looked to pause for a moment, as if having to remember what the new politically correct term would be. "...The 'special needs' children. Because of disability. To me it looks like your only disability is laziness." That wasn't the kind of comparison he really wanted to hear. He already had felt self-conscious about the diaper earlier, when he'd decided to test it, and now those thoughts were swarming back to him. She reached out her hand again and put a finger in the legband of the garment, though it was hardly necessary with how swollen the front was. Even with her aging eyes, she should have been able to discern that he'd indeed peed himself. "You're absolutely soaked! You should be ashamed of yourself, mister tinkle-trousers. How old are you?" "I'm n-nine...Nine and a half." "Almost ten years old and wearing diapers! It's disgraceful. Your mother is coddling you too much." Sharon shook her head and then suddenly wrinkled her nose; it was subtle at first and then it became more melodramatic. "...Turn around." Joshua was frozen again, like he'd been hit by an ice barrage during a game of Castle Wars. He already knew what she wanted to check, and he couldn't suffer any more of her denigration. He didn't want to have it confirmed that he did more than just wet himself. "I said to turn around." The woman repeated, her tone more annoyed the second time. She wanted to believe that it was just gas that she was smelling, which would have been impolite enough, but she had a sneaking suspicion that things were far worse than she'd initially thought. "N-no. I don't wanna do that." His quiet and shaky voice would reply, though he did nothing to make distance from the old witch. "Such a disrespectful little..." She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him closer, while also turning him in the process. The woman adjusted her glasses with her free hand and took a look at his messy backside. "You can't possibly still be doing *that* in your pants as well! I've seen two year olds with better capability!" She grabbed the back of the diaper to check it with a squeeze, and then she looked down his waistband for good measure. "Nearly ten years old and wearing a soggy, filthy diaper. If you were my boy, you'd have a pink bottom too!" She let to to waggle her finger at him and he finally took a few steps away, though his expression was still petrified in a state of shameful sorrow. He didn't dare to talk back, not necessarily because he feared the old woman, but because his confidence was shattered. Brent had been the only other person to mock him over the padding he wore, and he'd felt similarly then. "S-sorry..." He didn't know what he was apologizing for. If anything, Mrs. Graham should be the one seeking forgiveness for being so vicious with him. Josh was only saying it, because he couldn't think of any other appropriate response to make. Anything he really wanted to say right now would not be tolerated. The blond waddled to the fridge to find himself the snack that his mother had suggested and he pulled out a chocolate pudding cup. It was around this time that his mom was returning from her phone call and looking visibly stressed about it. "I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm going to have to cut our visit short. I just got a call from work about some huge problems and I'm going to have to go in. I just hope I can find a last minute sitter for Joshua..." She was already going to the memo pad of phone numbers that she kept. "I could watch the boy for you. If it'll only be a few hours." Sharon offered, which made Joshua go pale. Even before today, every kid in the neighborhood knew that Mrs. Graham was a grumpy old woman that seemed to abhor children having fun. She might have more complexity than stereotypes would allow, but in the eyes of a child, she was as strict and cantankerous as they came. "You wouldn't mind? I'd be back before ten, and I could leave money for some pizza or something." "Don't be silly, Caitlyn. I can cook up something for the boy to eat." The older woman said, taking another look at Joshua's chubby gut and thinking that pizza was the last thing he needed. "Oh, that's really sweet of you. I'll change him before I leave, and I think he'll be fine until I get back. He'll probably just want to play his little game in his room." "I have two boys. They might be grown now, but I've changed enough diapers in my day to still remember how to do it. If he needs his butt changed while you're gone, then it won't be a problem." Joshua was stuffing his face with pudding, but he couldn't enjoy it at all, not with the current chain of dialogue that was playing out before him. It wasn't even five yet, and his mom wouldn't be back until ten? That was a long time to deal with a grouchy old hag! "Sweetie, are you finished with your snack? Why don't we go get you cleaned up?" The waddle back up the stairs was even more treacherous than going down had been. His mother was rushing things, but she didn't let herself sound too impatient with how slowly her son was ascending. "I want you to be good for Mrs. Graham. I know she can sound a little strict, but she's actually very nice." Far be it for Josh to argue that point, even though there were a few fancy cuss words he could think of to describe the old woman. "Can't I just stay home alone? I'm old enough!" The irony of the statement was comedically lost on him, even though he was parading down the hall in a loaded diaper to get a change from his mommy. His mother sighed and escorted him into his bedroom, "You're not old enough yet, honey. Not to stay home alone for this long." She laid out a changing pad on his bed and gathered the usual supplies, which weren't far from where they'd last been used. " She already knows about your potty problems and she'll probably just leave you alone to play your game on the computer. It'll be okay." Joshua was unconvinced, but he also knew he was powerless to alter her decision at this point. There simply wasn't time to call any of the usual babysitters, and the chance that they'd take a job on such short notice was low. Even if they could take it, they'd probably charge a higher rate than normal, and she just couldn't afford that right now. He got onto the changing pad and nodded, "Okay, mommy. Umm, I had a question actually. Can Brent come over tomorrow?" She untaped the smelly diaper and got to work on getting him cleaned up, "To spend the night, or just for a playdate?" Josh winced at her label for it, "Uhhh...I dunno. Either?" "Well, I don't see why not. He seems like a very polite little boy." The woman smiled, starting to puff baby powder onto his rump. That wasn't how Joshua would describe Brent, seeing as the other boy definitely had a more raunchy sense of humor and a certified potty-mouth. "Thanks mommy." He had a sudden thought, when the change had nearly been completed. "O-oh! Umm, maybe I can wear the Goodnites tonight?" His mother had just been about to tape him up when he made the request. "Honey, I know you feel embarrassed about Mrs. Graham seeing you in your 'protection', but she's not going to make fun of you for it. I don't want her having to deal with any leaks though, okay?" She taped the diaper tightly around his waist and gave him a smile. "That also means if you need to go potty, then you need to let her know, so she can help you take this off and put it back on. Otherwise the tapes might not be secured." She gave his padded bottom a gentle pat as he got up from the bed. It just kept getting better and better! If he wanted to actually use the toilet, then he'd have to deal with going through an adult proxy, like a toddler going through early pottytraining! Alternatively, he could just go in his diaper throughout the evening and likely have the old codger badgering him about being too grown to be doing so. A spiteful part of his heart almost considered having an intentionally large accident, just to make her have to change a really stinky diaper. As great as that sounded in theory though, he knew the humiliation wouldn't be worth it. It would be best just to seclude himself and hope that she would pass out watching Jeopardy on the couch. "I've got to go now, sweetie. Remember to be good for Mrs. Graham and I'll see you before bedtime." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and left the room to head out. Joshua threw on some cozy clothes and sat back at his desk to reply to Brent. All he'd wanted was a simple answer about weekend plans, and that'd somehow spiraled into this nightmare.