Story #126: Trainers for DJ

Story #126: Trainers for DJ (A sequel to 'Bullied by the Baby (1980)') (Content Tags: Messy training pants, different era, ongoing story, humiliation, bullied by younger boy, diaper check, diaper change) "You said you'd do it!" When DJ had agreed to such absurd terms, he hadn't really put much thought into what that meant. Losing hadn't seemed like a possibility, so he hadn't really considered that he might have to go through with 'switching' garments. More than that, he hadn't thought that the training briefs would be *used* before becoming his. DJ was still in a daze. Getting put into smelly, shameful submission by a toddler, and roughed up to the point of a full blown potty accident in his own pants, these things had made his head start to spin. His nostrils still burned from the forced sniffing of the dirtied trainers, much like his face burned for such indignities. The boy slowly sat up and felt the warm mess underneath him begin to ooze about; DJ winced at the sudden sensation and realized suddenly how few times he'd ever had such an accident past pottytraining. He could point to only a handful of times, and most of them weren't as full-fledged as this, and none of them had involved essentially sitting in it! "Marvin, I don't wanna play with you anymore." The older boy said plainly, as he started to stand up off the ground. "I'm gonna get myself clean, and then I'm gonna get my sister, and she's gonna change you." It was all matter-of-fact and reasonable, at least to an elementary kid like DJ; he didn't stop to consider that a toddler like Marvin might not be a rational actor to negotiate with. "Nuh-uh! You said yes to da' deal! We gotta switch, but I get clean ones." Marvin insisted, waving the pair of superhero briefs around in his hand. "We wrestled and I won!" "T-that was when you didn't poo on yourself and make me smell it!" DJ growled, crossing his arms and glaring at the smaller boy. "I'm not going to wear your dirty diaper! That's gross! If they were still clean, then I wouldn't be a welcher!" Marvin snarled at him, looking righteously indignant at the misnomer: "It is not a diaper! These are training undies! An' *you* gotta put 'em on! Or else m'gonna hafta wrassle you again!" DJ was stuck between a rock and a hard place on this one. If he complied, it'd be vile and humiliating; if he refused, then he'd get his nose buried back in that lumpy seat again, which would also be vile and humiliating. He wasn't being offered a reasonable solution to this, other than to scream for his sister, but then he'd get caught in wet and messy underwear! "...Can't I just do something else?" DJ whined, blushing at having to plead and bargain with a preschooler who wasn't even pottytrained yet. "Nope! Dat was da' bet. Now we trade." Marvin grinned. Maybe it could be called fortune, but that was a stretch when the far-reaching consequences were considered, but the door would open and his sister would barge in to tell them that she'd soon be bringing them some dinner. Seeing both boys stripped down to their underpants wasn't much of a shock, but what she caught a whiff of was. "Marvin! You're supposed to be using the big boy potty!" She chastised as she wandered over to him and hooked her finger in his waistband to double-check what she was already pretty sure of. His sister obviously already knew that Marvin wasn't fully reliable in terms of toileting, since she was supposed to be his babysitter, but her brother was much more of a surprise. DJ wasn't the kind of kid to have very many accidents, even at night! But she saw the yellowed front of the underoos first, which would lead to her discovering the backside as well. "DJ, did you seriously pee on yourself like a little baby? You're supposed to be setting a good example, not following his! I can't believe you!" Marvin suddenly gave a mischievous smile and innocently added: "He's poopy too." That was even more unbelievable, but with him already being wet, it was at least worth checking out. His older sister commanded him to stand up, to which he begrudgingly obeyed, and then she spun him around and gasped. She swatted the back of his messy undies, obviously upset with him: "DJ! You messed yourself! You're supposed to be eight, not two! Did you do this on purpose? To spite me?!" She yelled at him, hands on her hips. She'd foisted caretaking onto him, so that she could instead have her friends over, and from her perspective it seemed like he was trying to get back at her for it. "N-no! It was...I...Marvin made me!" DJ squeaked, pointing an accusatory finger at the chubby tyke. "The toddler made you wet and mess yourself? Really? Did he threaten to beat you up, or was he just really persuasive?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing her brother in any capacity. DJ could hardly blame her, since it didn't sound all that plausible that Marvin could get the edge over DJ in any mental or physical way. It just came across as a pathetic excuse, and that's all that the girl would treat it as. "Lucky for me that Marvin's mother left a few spare changes..." The girl mentioned, leading the boys out of the bedroom to head down the stairs. DJ tried to fight her on it, since he could hear the sound of his sister's friends loudly talking in the living room, but she grabbed him by the wrist and basically dragged him along, his poopy underpants bulging behind him. "N-nnoo! Everyone is gonna see!" He whined, tugging uselessly against her grasp. "Yeah? Maybe you should have thought about that when you decided to 'make' in your briefs. If you want to act like Marvin, then that's how I'll treat you. As far as I can tell, we have two toddlers in the house tonight." She grumbled, not at all pleased with this turn of events. The humiliation was actually the point now. She could have left her brother upstairs or have had had him clean himself up, but she was irritated with him, and this felt like the quickest way to retaliate. She also wasn't all that sure that DJ would do a capable job of cleaning himself up, at least without making a bigger mess in the process, and that'd go against any point of handling it herself in the first place. "Oh, look, its DJ!" "Where's his pants?" "Oh...It looks like he had an accident..." DJ only vaguely knew his sister's friends; they came over occasionally, but he didn't like to stick around to be cooed at by a bunch of yucky teenage girls. They appeared to remember him a little bit better, or perhaps his sister had been complaining about him. "Phoebe, what's going on? Is that the kid whose on a playdate with your brother?" His sister nodded and let go of both of the boys' hands. "That's Marvin, I think he's four. Him and my *baby* brother decided to not use the toilet like big kids, so now I have to deal with the 'baby' part of babysitting." She sounded annoyed, but DJ wasn't all that sympathetic to her situation. After all, it was DJ that had been charged with looking after Marvin, it was DJ who'd had to bury his poor nose in those lumpy training briefs, and it was DJ who'd been assaulted to the point of both peeing and pooping his pants! If Phoebe had just done her job in the first place, then neither of them would be suffering right now! "Marvin isn't completely pottytrained yet, and I guess DJ proved that he isn't either." Phoebe added, grabbing the backpack that had come with Marvin, that she'd stowed away. From inside of it, she began to pull out some supplies, such as: wipes, powder, a portable mat... "I am too pottytrained!" DJ squeaked, face burning as he was forced to stand in front of these high schoolers in little more than his soiled and stained underoos. "Yeah? So you just did that on purpose? Is that what you want me telling mom and dad later?" Phoebe scowled, laying the mat out on the floor, before starting to think a little more about the logistics at work here. "N-noo...I...umm.." One of the girls spoke up and interrupted his stammering, "It's okay, DJ. My little brother still has a lot of accidents too. He has to wear something like *those* right now." She pointed at the bulky training undies that Marvin had on. "I think he's about your age too!" "Wait, Scotty is *still* doing that?" One of the other girls gasped, finding it so scandalous. "Yeah, he's always been a bedwetter, and that hasn't really gotten any better...He messes himself too, not every day, but enough to make my parents decide to put him back in babypants like those during the day." DJ felt secondhand embarrassment at hearing such gossip, and it got worse when he connected the dots on who was being talked about. There was a boy named Scott in his grade, and he seemed really cool, but could he actually be the same...? "Okay, Marvin, you're up first. Come on over and let's get you cleaned up. Girls, you want to go check on the oven while I get these boys cleaned up? Dinner should almost be ready, and I doubt you want to see this before that..." Phoebe directed. The young women giggled and talked amongst themselves, heading out of the living room to give some privacy. Phoebe would then get to work, and having thought it through, she didn't have Marvin lay down like he was getting a diaper change. Instead, she had him carefully step out of the soiled briefs, while he used her shoulder to balance, and then she got him cleaned up where he stood. DJ averted his own eyes, having no curiosity about what a mess his playmate had made; the boy had already been given far too intimate of a showcasing of the pantload from the outside. He was sure it was at least an odor that would haunt him in his nightmares to come. Marvin seemed less embarrassed. He was still getting used to the idea of even using the toilet, so checks and changes were par the course for him. He might have been more self-conscious of DJ being there if the older boy hadn't been previously dominated into a stinky submission. Once she was satisfied with his cleanliness, Phoebe had the tot step into a fresh pair of the training briefs, and then pulled the accompanying plastic pants on over them. She squeezed a big puff of baby powder down the backside and gave his bottom a gentle pat, "Alright, you're all set...Now, please try to use the potty next time, okay?" "Otay..." DJ despised that cutesy response, but only because he knew what a big jerk that the toddler really was. No, not a jerk, a *bully*. "DJ, it's your turn. Get your little butt over here." She was decidedly less kind when addressing her younger brother. "Can't I just clean up in the bathroom?" He whined in response, dancing on his heels. "No, and stop being a spaz, you're going to let something slip out! If you try cleaning up by yourself, then I'm just going to have to clean up whatever mess that makes. Now get over here, it's not like I didn't change your diapers; I just didn't think I'd be having to do it *now*." DJ sighed and toddled over to the mat; he could see Marvin standing off to the side with a smug grin on his face, as if to say that DJ was no bigger a kid than him. The boy got onto the mat and realized something, "Umm, you didn't get any undies from my dresser." "No. No, I didn't. Don't worry about that, you won't be needing them." DJ wondered what she could possibly mean by that, and the thought continued to plague him as he went through the same process that Marvin just had. Did she expect him to run back to his room like this, or was he to just go commando for the evening? What could it possibly mean? By the time that his rump was cleaned off, he would get his answer. She was grabbing another pair of Marvin's training briefs. "Lift your leg, DJ." She commanded plainly, holding the trainers underneath him. "What? No way! Those are for babies, like him! They probably won't even fit!" "You two aren't that far off in waistband, I'd suspect." Phoebe wasn't wrong. DJ was very slim, so even though he was twice Marvin's age, he was probably on par with the husky tot's sizing for these. If not a perfect fit, then it would at least be a serviceable one; this was more about proving a point and retaliation, rather than true functionality. "C-come on, Phoebe! I'm sorry I had an accident, don't make me wear it!" DJ continued to complain, keeping his foot glued to the mat. "You can either put it on, or I'm going to spank you in front of everyone and then make you wear it anyway." This wasn't really the time that DJ wanted to discover whether or not his sister was bluffing. Besides, if he was to be forced to share more time with the terrible toddler, then he would probably find himself in a pair of these anyways. He relented and lifted up his foot, allowing his sister to pull the briefs under him, where he then stepped into them. Just like Marvin, he got a pair of the plastic pants too, which cut into what was otherwise a fairly comfortable garment. The training briefs were noticeably thicker than normal undies, so it kind of felt like he had pillow material between his legs and especially in the back. The plastic pants were warm though, since they didn't breathe, and the legbands chafed where they snugly fit. "There...Now, DJ, I shouldn't have to tell you about using the bathroom, right? If you go in these things, then I'm going to be really, really mad. And however pissed I get, you can bet that mom and dad will be even more. Got it? I'm also pretty sure that Marvin's mother wouldn't be happy to have to wash a pair that wasn't used by her son." DJ quietly nodded his head as Phoebe read him the riot act on appropriate behavior. Once she'd finished, he'd thought that was the end of it and that he could leave, but she instead held onto his arm. "Don't be going back upstairs yet. Dinner is ready and you two are already down here. Go wash your hands and sit at the table." The boy puffed out his cheeks, but he led Marvin to the downstairs bathroom so that they could wash their hands. As poorly as things had gone, DJ could at least take some solace in the fact that he'd gotten out of having to wear those dirty training pants. He still ended up in a pair, but at least they were pristine, aside from some faded stains that hadn't washed out completely. "You like dem? You look like me!" Marvin beamed, getting his hands washed while DJ sulked by the door. "No, they're dumb. Because they're for dumb, stinky babies. It's all your fault that I gotta wear them at all. Better than your other pair though, I guess." The older boy shrugged, cringing as he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. "You're a baby too. You're wearin' dem." It was hard to tell if things were really so simple for Marvin or if he was just trying to rile DJ up. "An' I still getta wear your undies tonight. Dat was the deal." DJ rolled his eyes at the humble wish. "Fine, whatever. Like I care if you wanna wear my big boy undies...You better not potty in them though!" Marvin just flashed him a smile and the two headed toward the kitchen for dinner. One way or another, Marvin intended that he'd get to wear big boy undies, and that DJ would wind up in a poopy pair of trainers.