Story #122: In Despair Of

Story #122: In Despair Of (The fourth chapter in the 'In Spite Of' series) (Content Tags: Humiliation, slice of life, wet and messy diapers, forced squishing, domination, bullied by a younger kid, ongoing story) "I'm a stinky diaper slave." Had been the words prompted out of him, and the same words that'd been properly immortalized by the third grader's tablet. It was also an accurate description of what Timmy's day had looked like. His friend had returned with snacks, just in time to see that Timmy had both wet and messed in his diaper, after having only been here for about ten minutes. The soggy state of the garment was rather obvious by the appearance of the yellowed sagging, but it would take a few minutes before the subtle smell of the diaper's dirtiness came to light. Aaron was obviously pleased, not just for bossing a bigger kid around and making him potty on himself, but because he'd secretly recorded the whole thing to use as insurance, in case Timmy tried to be difficult about making good on his word. The bet had been that whoever had an accident at the horror house would be a diaper slave for the week, and Timmy *had* lost that bet by a far margin. It'd only be fair that he be honorable about his word, right? Though he really just didn't want Aaron going around blabbing about it to everyone at school. "Aaron...You really made him piss his pants? I thought you were just joking about that. You don't think that's going a little far?" Luke raised an eyebrow at his younger brother. "Who said I told him to really do it? Maybe he just peed himself because he's a big baby." Aaron replied, not yet adding that Timmy was more than just wet. Timmy awkwardly swayed on his heels, his legs a little spread out by the swollen material of the soggy diaper. "He made me. Speaking of, I kind of thought that this would be more of a...Like...Do your homework or clean your room kind of thing." "Don't worry, you'll do that stuff too. But you are a 'diaper' slave for the week, so of course I expect you to use them! Not like that's hard for you, right? You were wearing a diaper to the spooky house, so you probably wear them all the time!" Timmy groaned quietly, "N-no! It was just a one-time thing...My brother made me wear it, because he's a giant jerk, I don't actually usually wear them..." Aaron looked unconvinced, "...Right. Your brother just made you wear a diaper the one night that I saw you in it. Did he make you pee and poop in it too?" Speaking of poop, the smell of Timmy's pantload had finally drifted over toward Luke, and the boy winced at the odor. "..Oh, gross...Aaron, did *you* make Tim poop in it?" Aaron smiled, "Yup! Because that's what babies do!" Luke looked more than a little disgusted by the revelation, and he made a not-so-subtle step to the left to get a little further away from his friend. "That's nasty, dude..." He'd had a similarly disgusted face last night at the horror house, when he'd realized his friend was in a heavily filled diaper, and while he'd looked somewhat curious during Timmy's explanation of events, he'd also seemed grossed out that his friend had willingly crapped himself to get back at his older brother. Luke wasn't a neat-freak, but diapers were something that he already found kind of nasty on a conceptual level. It'd really only been the bond of their friendship that had allowed him to stomach Timmy's bedwetting and Goodnites, but now things were accelerating... "Yeah, it is icky, isn't it? Babies don't think so, though. Babies are really dumb and gross; babies *like* having poopy diapers. Isn't that right, Timmy?" Aaron mocked, obviously fishing for a particular answer. Timmy sighed and his shoulders slumped in defeat, "...Yes." "Yes to what?" "Yes...Babies like having poopy diapers." Timmy muttered. "And since you're a baby, doesn't that mean *you* like poopy diapers?" Aaron led with a sharky grin. "If you say so." Timmy folded his arms and turned his eyes away. It was hard to believe that this was the same Aaron that he and Luke dunked on all the time; apparently the runt had gotten sick of the abuse from the 'big kids' and was fighting back. "I do say so! And since you gotta do what I say, I say that you gotta sit in your 'doo'!" Timothy grimaced at the command. He'd sat in his own fifth when he had been spiting Eric, but that'd been enough to make him acknowledge how gross it felt. He really didn't want to have to do it again! "That's going to make it really hard to clean up, Aaron..." "Babies don't worry about making a mess. Besides, babies don't change their own diapee, so why do you care? Now sit down in your poop. I bet that it's still warm." The more that Aaron belted out orders, the more obvious it became that he was still as grossly immature as any other eight year-old boy. He was fascinated and amused by icky things, and toilet humor was the pinnacle of comedy for him. Timothy looked around the playroom for a good spot to 'obey' his taskmaster. There was the couch, as well as a couple of chairs... Before he could make a move to either, it was Luke that would speak up: "Hold on! No offense, dude, but...You've got a dump in your pants. I really don't think you should be getting on the furniture like that..." Aaron let out a snicker, "Good point, big bro! We don't want any stinky butts on the couch! I guess the baby will just hafta sit on the floor." It stung a little bit to have Luke be so weary of him, but Timmy had to agree that the decision was for the best; these diapers seemed sturdy enough, but he hadn't worn any long enough to find out how well they could hold up to a messy accident for prolonged periods. They might last during the night, but that was just pee... The blond sighed and slowly started to lower himself to the floor. He knew that he'd have to sit on his mucky pile for real, but there was no reason to plop down recklessly and risk a blowout. He cringed once his padded rump made contact with the carpet, because he could feel the hot mess starting to flatten and spread under the weight of his buttocks. The sound it made was subtle, but still loud enough to get a grin out of Aaron and a sickly frown from Luke. "There you go! Now the baby gets to sit in his poopie! You get comfortable and watch the big kids play some games, okay?" Luke looked less receptive to that idea than even Timmy did. "Aaron, come on...We can't just play Xbox while Timmy's sitting in his own dump...He reeks!" "Oh, well, did *you* wanna change his dirty diaper? I already said babies can't do it themselves, and I'm not gonna do it, so if you don't want him to be stinky, then I guess it's up to you!" That was enough to quiet Luke down. He was stuck in a bind here, much like Timmy was; he couldn't just leave his friend at his little brother's mercy, and he didn't have any solutions in mind for how he might fix the odor problem that he'd be dealing with by staying. So without any viable solution, Luke got stuck playing video games with Aaron, while Timmy had to sit and watch. While Timmy had packed away an extra diaper, he hadn't really thought that he'd need it, and he hadn't really thought about how he might change if it came down to it. He was clueless about how to diaper himself, and even if he could figure it out, he had zero interest in cleaning himself up after he'd had to sit in his own pile. Aaron looked back at him after a round and seemed to be thinking about something, "Hmm...Bored babies suck their thumb. Suck your thumb, baby." It was another indignity to throw upon the pyre, to help make his face smolder, but it was admittedly much less extreme than what Eric had already asked of him; with a scowl, Timmy complied and popped his thumb between his lips, starting to act as if he was sucking on it. The sight of it made Aaron giggle again and it satisfied his sadistic wants for the moment. Timmy had to keep adjusting how he sat, as having a mudbutt was anything but comfortable; he could feel the gas bubbles in the warm mush popping against his skin, and any amount of movement would make the filth ooze around more, which kept him in a loop of discomfort. He was suddenly glad that his brother was so heavy-handed with the baby powder, because at least that meant his chance of getting a rash would be minimized. After what was easily a half-hour of watching the brothers game, Timmy was starting to feel strange; his stomach was doing flips and his first thought was that the odor was finally making him queasy. What was really happening was that the special ingredient his brother had slipped into his breakfast was beginning to fully digest, which would keep his bowels very active for the rest of the afternoon. A powerful pressure was suddenly knocking at his backdoor, and after some fidgeting, Timothy leaned to one side and gave a little push to ease the cramping. The boy's reward was a much louder fart than he'd anticipated, one that dryly sputtered and rasped against his messy seat. "Ewwww! Bad baby!" Aaron giggled at the noise, "Are you making even *more* poo-poo in your Pampers?" "N-no...!" The blond bashfully defended from behind his drooly thumb. "Kinda sounds like it. Sounds like baby Tim-Tim doesn't know how to hold back his poopies like a big boy yet." The younger boy snidely quipped. Luke stayed out of it, blushing from secondhand embarrassment for his friend's situation. He wanted to show some support, but he really couldn't think of a way to do that, at least not in a manner that would actually help at all. Timmy had made the bet after all, so this was just the way that things would go. A little more time would pass, and the flatulence would increase in frequency; Timmy tried holding the toots back, but he was genuinely struggling to do so, as each one was being propped up by immeasurable pressure that desperately needed relief. Some of them were at least relatively silent, but each audible one got another teasing remark from the smug child who held his figurative leash. "Man, what'd you eat? Waffles should *not* be doing that to you..." Luke finally commented, grimacing at the most recent outburst from his friend's diaper. "I dunno! They just won't stop!" A particularly juicy fart blasted his seat, and to fully let it out, Timmy had to lean forward with his padded butt leaving the floor; as the trumpeting hit a vile crescendo, he could suddenly feel hot sludge explosively splattering his bulky babypants like mud being fired out of a cannon. "That was definitely more than a fart! Timmy just fudged his Huggies again!" Aaron obnoxiously announced, starting to laugh so hard that he became winded. "Ughh...Dude, really? Aaron didn't even tell you to do it again..." Luke cringed, giving his friend a look that betrayed both confusion and revulsion at his 'decision' to poop himself unprovoked. "Heheh... Hehe...B-Babies can't...hehe..Babies can't help it!" Aaron managed to say between his chortles. Timmy felt sick. He was sitting on his knees, now feeling a much softer, much hotter pile of steaming stool inside the puffy garment. It felt like someone had warmed up pudding and dumped it down the back of his diaper, and the smell he'd been surrounded by was getting much more pungent. "I-I just thought I had to fart!" He tried to defend himself, thumb coming out of his mouth. He was telling the truth, but the truth didn't really shine that flattering of an image of him. "Yeah, babies can't tell the difference between poopies and farts. That's why they wear DIAPERS." Aaron sneered, pausing and putting down his controller for a moment. "I bet that's why Baby Timmy has to wear diapers in the first place, because he's too dumb to know when he's gotta potty." Even Luke was starting to look a little skeptical that his friend had been honest with him about the circumstances of why everything up until this point had happened. Timmy had told him that the diapers originally happened because his Goodnites had leaked at night, and then that he'd had to wear one last night because he'd pretended to accidentally poop the bed to spite his older brother, and then his stomach hadn't been 'feeling right' at the horror house... Now that Timmy was soiling himself without provocation, right in front of him and his little brother, that whole story was sounding a little fishy. Was it instead possible that his friend had somehow regressed in his pottytraining, all the way into fifth grade? That seemed unlikely too, but not altogether impossible... "I think that for being a naughty mudbutt, poopin' in your pants without my permission, that you need'ta be punished. I want you to bounce on your butt and squish around your dirty diapee." Aaron suddenly demanded. "...Please don't make me do that...It's already super gross back there..." Timmy groaned, his hand feeling his own swollen seat, which gave him a sense of how hot and squishy his diaper's backside had become. "You're the one that made it icky, baby. Get to bouncing! And put that thumb back in your mouth!" Trying to reason with the little boy was a futile effort, and since Timmy had already gone this far, it didn't seem like a good time to find his stones and say no. The blond pitifully whimpered and lowered his butt back onto the carpet, which immediately made the fresh manure in his diaper smear all around, and then he started sucking on his thumb again. It was so humiliating that he had to shut his eyes while he did it, but he started to bounce up and down on his butt; each time, his dirty diaper squished and squelched, and the steaming hot droppings shifted. After a few bounces, he could feel the poop starting to ooze beneath his undercarriage and move into the soggy front of his diaper too. The movement also stimulated his bowels again, and so each bounce was punctuated by more gas that Timmy couldn't hold back, and a little more mush slipping out to be squished against his butt. The puffy white garment was finally beginning to see some discoloration from the vigorous workout, with brown stains forming around the leg-gathers and in sporadic placement on the back-panel. Luke's disgust had crested, and so had his capacity for handling his friend's humiliation at the hand of his baby brother. "Uggghh...Aaron! Come on, he's going to leak at this rate! Mom and dad will be pissed if that happens on the carpet!" "Fine, fine...Baby Timmy can't stop playin' in his poo. I guess he's stinky enough to change too..." Aaron relented, sticking out his tongue. "I hope you brought another diapee with you." Timmy was happy to stop his wallowing, and he once again put his knees onto the carpet, while his fuming derriere hovered above. "...Yeah, in my backpack." He'd considered lying, thinking that may put a kibosh on having to wear another one, but then he'd thought that Aaron may instead force him to remain soiled instead. Aaron got off the couch and went over to the backpack that Timmy had tossed aside earlier. "Good! Let's see what ya got..." Unzipping and opening the bag, Aaron started to fish around inside. The little boy pulled out a package of baby wipes, and then one of the folded, crinkly rectangles. He looked around a little more and realized that there wasn't any baby powder, and he also came across the shirt that Timmy had 'won' last night at the horror house! "Hehehe...I guess you must really like this shirt, to bring it with you." Aaron grinned, pulling it out and stretching it to show the embarrassing design on the front: a crude picture of a crying baby with a full diaper that was saying 'I Want My Mommy!' And below it, the words 'I lost to the Hell House'. Timmy groaned again. How had he made such a stupid mistake? He'd been just throwing some clothes together, and that must have somehow been in the pile! "Anyways, let's see...You remember that other part of the bet, right? That the loser had to suck his thumb and potty in his diaper in front of my big sister? Well, I'm adding to that. You gotta ask her to change your dookie diapee too." Things were going from bad to worse.