Story #134: Taking the 'L' (Part 1)

Story #134: Taking the 'L' (Part 1) (Content Tags: Swim diapers, messing, humiliation, magic entities, reality warping) There were unseen forces at work in the universe that act to bring justice and humility to troublemakers; sprites that punished the mischievous acts of bored little boys. These crafty little devils were rather devious themselves, and had a keen sense of humor; they loved to pull pranks and make humans look foolish, but alas, they were only allowed to target misbehaving children. All karmic entities had their niches to fill, and these particular sprites were powerless against any other type of person. For troublesome tykes, their powers were essentially limitless. Generally they would go after the big fish, but not the whales; they were there to punish mischief, not outright evil. They didn't want to waste their time on woopie cushions or petty tomfoolery, but the upper limit of that precluded targets who were up to truly heinous matters. Skipper, or Skip, would not usually have been on their radar. He was mischievous, sure, but he was a small fish. He was a guppy. One of these sprites had been bored enough to take an interest in him though; targets had been scarce lately, and the other sprites had been hogging all of the best brats to themselves. For Jiro, a sprite who was low on the pecking order, standards had gotten lower. There was no rule against going after small targets, but there was little prestige in it. The sprites took pride in the punishment that they doled out, and there was a competitive spirit to it. Nobody wanted to brag about something unimpressive. Fittingly, of all the karmic beings, they were like children themselves. They were impulsive, crude, and immature, just like the targets that they sought out. Their corporeal form was even modeled after children. The scope of their power was limitless in theory, and they could even rewrite reality to fit their goal. The caveat was that the punishment must fit the crime, which was why they tended to be so picky with thr target they selected. Jiro was done being picky. He knew he might not impress his friends with his pranks, but he was tired of not having any fun. His preference for punishment was centered around a juvenile joy from toilet humor. A whoopie cushion or intentionally farting to gross out a sibling? He made them poop their pants. Using a water gun to spray someone's crotch? He made them pee themselves. Gifting diapers as a way to call someone a baby? Well, then the gifter would find himself wearing them. He just couldn't get enough! It was truly peak comedy. Opinions on that were more divided among his peers. Most of them found his hijinks funny, but too simple or repetitive. That was okay though, Jiro wasn't in it for the accolades. As long as he was entertained, he had no qualms with plucking a low-hanging fruit. Which would bring things back to Skip. The fourth grader was typical in most ways, though perhaps a little immature for his age. He liked to clown around, but not usually in a way that would hurt anyone. He was exactly the small fish that none of the other sprites would bother with. Jiro might have agreed if not for the stunt that Skip would pull. A couple of blocks away from Skip's house was the park, and at the park was the public pool. With Summer starting, the pool was readying for its big opening! Skip had been at the park the day before that, playing 'tag' and 'hide and seek' with his friends. Passing by and hiding behind the sign enough times had made something click in his brain. The letters pretty easily came off, and stealing just one would be enough to totally deface the sign for the pool. He broke away from his activities to consider the heist and a devilish grin spread across his face. Bold and commanding, he outstretched his hand and grabbed the last letter. "Hey! Guys! Check it out!" He shouted, urging the other kids to come look at his handiwork and marvel at his comedic genius. "Public Poo." One of them read, cracking a smile at the sophomoric jape. A few laughed in earnest and a few groaned at how lame the whole thing was. Much like Jiro, Skip was also a little too amused by toilet humor; his peers were also like the sprites, as there wasn't a balanced consensus on how funny the others found it. Jiro found it downright hilarious, but more than that, he saw it as a golden opportunity to have some fun! Best of all, Skip had given him some excellent material to work with. The next day, Skip would head out for the first day of the pool opening. Accompanying him was his younger brother Thatcher, and his older sister Fallon. His brother was only three, and not yet reliably pottytrained, so he was currently in his Pull-Ups (which he mostly treated like diapers right now), and his sister was fifteen and clearly agitated that she was essentially expected to babysit without pay. Jiro was already waiting at the pool, having taken on his fully human appearance, which came across looking like a kid around Skip's age. He had a tank top on that said 'HELPER' and a pair of swimming trunks. He'd already set the stage for Skip's punishment, which had taken a great deal of effort; he didn't usually get to bend reality to such an extent! "Okay, Skippy. I'm going to help Thatch get his swimmers on, okay? Can I trust you to behave yourself in the boy's changing room?" The teenager looked down at her brother as they rolled up to the entrance. "Uh-huh! I'm not a baby, Fallon." He huffed back. She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, tell that to your bedsheets." Fallon went up to the clerk at the entrance and showed her pass; the clerk had her sign in and inquired about the younger boys with her and how old they were. "Oh, well, Thatcher is three...And Skip is eight." "Nine." Skip quickly corrected her with an irritated frown. "Right, he just had his birthday a bit ago. I'll be their chaperone. Well, mostly Thatcher, but I'll make sure my other brother follows all the rules." Fallon insisted, thinking that was the core of the issue. "Well, there's the matter of toilet-training status..." "Oh, don't worry! I brought swim diapers." Fallon pointed to her bag. "Can we get two locker keys too? One for the boys and one for the girls?" The clerk gathered up two tagged keys to hand over, but her eyes were looking Skip up and down. "You are aware of *all* our policies, correct?" "I uhh...Well, I don't have them committed to memory, but the pool rules are pretty obvious, right?" Her eyes followed the older woman's finger as she pointed to the big sign at the entrance that detailed all the rules. No running, no food in the pool, no diving in the shallow end, no unattended children, all children under ten must wear a swimming diaper?! It was such an insane thing to throw on an otherwise standard list, and Fallon would have normally found it ridiculous, but she'd been affected by the warping of reality. "Oh...Is that really necessary? Seems a little extreme..." She commented, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't think to bring anything like that for him..." "Well, we make exceptions. Has it been at least one year since he's had an accident?" Skip was distracted, his head continuing to cock back and check out the reactions of people in passing, when they saw his masterful defacement of the sign. Otherwise, he would have involved himself more in the conversation that was about to impact his enjoyment of this fine Summer day. "Well, he still wets the bed sometimes. Not counting that though...Hmm...Yeah, I guess he messed his pants earlier in the year by accident; I think he was sick though, if I'm remembering correctly." She was trying to bat for her brother, but she wasn't going out of her way to defend him too significantly. "I'm afraid he'll need to wear them then. We can't risk having to shut the pool down if he has an accident in his trunks." Fallon let out a sigh, "Well, he's not going to fit into the ones I brought... The clerk was about to tell her that there was nothing she could do, but then Jiro finally walked over to inject himself into the conversation. "I can help him, Mrs. Linda. I have extra ones that should fit!" The woman smiled, "That's very sweet of you, Jiro. Such a helpful little boy." Fallon turned around and noticed Skip wasn't paying any attention. "Hey, Skippy! Come on. Go with this kid to the changing room, here's your locker key." She deposited the key in Skip's palm and reminded him to behave himself, before taking Thatcher to the woman's changing room to get him and herself into their swimming gear. Skip was left looking a little confused and he was wondering what was supposed to be so special about this boy in the 'HELPER' shirt. "Come on, Skippy. I'll show you what I got." Jiro happily chirped, taking Skip by the hand and forcing him to follow along. The changing room was filled with men and boys of varying ages, all of whom were getting either ready for the pool or were getting ready to leave. Lockers lined the walls, and a large showering area was there for people to rinse off before and after their time in the pool. "Your locker is right next to mine. Isn't that lucky?" "Umm, I'm still not super sure who you are and why my sister told me to go with you. Are you supposed to help people find their lockers?" Skip asked as they wandered toward the back. "I'm Jira! I'm a junior helper here at the pool. I mostly help the littler kids, but I can help you too." The disguised sprite informed, starting to open up his own locker. "Well thanks for showing me to my locker...I could have found it on my own though." Skip rolled his eyes, opening his own and starting to take off his shirt. "That's not how I'm helping you! You really weren't paying any attention, huh? You were just looking at that funny sign!" Skip beamed, "Hehe, yeah... Don't tell anyone, but I'm the one that did that. Funny, right?" Jiro grinned, "Yup! Super funny. I guess you like to pull pranks, huh?" The boy nodded and looked over, realizing that Jiro was pulling something peculiar out of his locker. It was something that looked completely out of place for a boy his age, and Skip didn't believe what he was seeing at first: was that a *swim diaper*? It wasn't a little disposable one, like his baby brother was getting put into. No, it was heavy-duty cloth, to be reusable. It still looked to be covered in juvenile prints though, as if it might as well have been for a toddler. Skip couldn't resist the urge to laugh and he left doubled over in snickers while he pointed at it. "Is that...a *diaper?!*" The helper smiled without a hint of shame. "Yup! Your big sister said she didn't have one for you, so I said you could wear one of mine! That's the rule at the pool, no boys under ten in the pool without proper protection." That killed the giggling pretty quickly and was replaced by shocked indignation, "Wait...What? I don't need to wear one of those! What kind of rule is that?" Jiro waved the diaper in front of his face, "Rules are rules, and you aren't ten yet. I can help put it on you, if you can't even do that." Skip thought it must be a joke. What other explanation was there? What kind of pool would have such a nutty rule? There were a ton of kids under ten here, there was no way they were all content to put on a diaper to go swimming! "You're just trying to trick me." Jiro didn't let his smile falter, "No trick, I'm just trying to help you. Look, even a big boy helper like me has to wear one!" He lowered his swim trunks to show the plastic sheen of the fully actualized swim diaper he had on. For good measure, he manifested a scene to unfold right beside them. "You made a real big oopsie in these, kiddo!" Came a voice from a few lockers down, where a father was pulling down his son's speedo to reveal a puffy diaper with a very obvious lump in the back. The smell of talcum and an open diaper pail were quick to retroactively join the smell of chlorine and sunscreen. That wasn’t some baby with full pants, that was a boy barely any younger than Skip was! And he was standing there in a logged up diaper! Skip was left speechless, and in the absence of any words, Jiro came closer and began to pull the boy's shorts down for him. "Nice dinosaur undies. Sorry I don't have a diaper with dinos on it." "H-hey! Stop it! I don't need your help getting undressed! And I don't need to wear one of *those*!" Jiro clicked his tongue, looking somewhere between impatient and annoyed. "Stop being such a baby about it. The rules are the rules. If you don't poop your pants in the pool today, then you won't have to wear one next time. If you're gonna whine about it, then you're not gonna be allowed to swim at all." The boy's face got red and he suddenly felt unable to stop Jiro from 'helping' him. He was just paralyzed in place while Jiro hooked a finger onto his waistband and pulled his briefs down to his ankles. "Step outta them." Skip could only comply, lifting his feet and letting Jiro pick the underpants up off the floor. He stood there naked and stupefied, while Jiro held up the briefs and snickered at all the skidmarks. "I think I know what killed the dinosaurs..." Jiro tossed the undies aside and worked at getting the swim diaper up Skip's legs and around his waist. It was thick, certainly thicker than the disposable toddler ones that Thatcher would be wearing. The swim diaper wasn't the end of it though, as Jiro also slid up the accompanying plastic pants that were specially made for the water; they were blue and the back had a cute logo called 'Poo-nami'. Jiro gave him a firm pat on the rump and giggled, "All done! Was that really worth throwing a tantrum over? Now, go shower off and you'll be ready to go!" Skip fished his trunks out of his bag and put them on over the diaper; they were trunks from last year, so they were a little small, which only further accentuated what he had on underneath them. He put his stuff away in his locker and groaned, before toddling off to quickly rinse himself for the pool. Jiro would leave him for now and head back outside. He still needed to finish concocting how the rest of the afternoon would go, as he was torn between all sorts of wicked little ideas. A few minutes later, Skip would emerge from the changing rooms too, and his sister would be waiting with Thatcher. "Did you get one put on, Skippy? I don't want to get kicked out because you're being a brat." The teenager said, walking over to him and pulling the back of his swim trunks out to check. "Wow, that's pretty big... Please don't actually go number two in it, okay? I already know I'll be dealing with that from Thatch..." "I'm not really gonna use it! This rule is super dumb. I didn't even know they made them this big..." The girl led them over to the pool chairs and set down her towel, "Alright, let me get you guys taken care of." She uncapped a tube of sunscreen and started to first lather Thatcher with it, before moving onto Skipper when she was done with the tot. "I'm going to take Thatcher over to the kiddy pool. Remember to follow all the rules, Skippy." Skip scoffed and made his way to the shallow end of the pool to climb into. He wasn't about to let some dumb diaper ruin his fun in the sun! Still, as he dipped into the water, he couldn't help but get hung up on it. There were plenty of kids around that looked his age or younger, were they all really wearing diapers under their swimsuits like him? It didn't really look that way by appearances. He'd start to forget about it as he had some fun. He'd play 'Marco Polo' and 'Sharks and Minnows' with all the other kids, and he'd get into splash fights; aside from the bulky way his butt felt, this really wasn't turning out to be all that different from a normal trip to the pool! But eventually, he'd feel a peculiar pressure in his gut. He'd already peed himself a couple of times, but that was just normal 'warm spot in the pool' kind of stuff. Being faced with doing the 'other thing' in the swim diaper was a whole different scenario entirely. Skip had a big breakfast, and he hadn't felt the need to go before they came to the pool. Even now, Skip was sure that he could just hold it until they left. He was a big kid after all, and so why shouldn't he be able to hold it? Wearing a diaper didn't suddenly mean he was a total baby! He confidently continued to play, until he felt a fart slip out. That dull pressure had gotten a lot more heavy, and something huge was knocking at the back door. Skip panicked and looked around at all the other kids around him; he'd been unworried just a moment ago, but now it felt like he barely had enough time to make it! He slowly began to wade his way toward the ladder. "Hey! Where ya going? We were gonna start a new game!" One of the kids called out to him. "I just need to...uhh...I just gotta go..." He stammered, stopping his movement to respond and then getting hit with a boiling cramp. Skip couldn't hold it any longer. He began to rip powerful farts into his swim diaper, which resulted in some slight bubbling in the water around him. His eyes shut and he groaned quietly; he couldn't believe it was happening, but he was pushing out a jumbo-sized torpedo into his trunks. The swim diaper easily accommodated the large solid, bulging out in back and giving him the distinctive appearance of a pantspooper. When the turd pinched off completely and he dropped anchor in his seat, a much larger volume of bubbles rose to the surface behind him, as if to confirm that his little 'motor boat' had been fueled by more than just gas. "Ewwww! He pooped in the pool!" "I bet he's wearing a diaper too!" "Take him to the baby pool!" Jiro grinned, coming over in the water to 'investigate', since he was supposed to be a helper. "I better check. It says in the rules that if you poop in your swim diaper, then you have to spend the rest of the time in the kiddy pool." The first half of the punishment had gone *swimmingly*, but there was still much embarrassment to come!