Tale #87: The Thrall (Part 1)

Tale #87: The Thrall (Part 1) (A remake of the original story, with some changes and expansions! As requested in their December reward by Enard!) (Content Tags: Hypnosis, bullying, mind control, pants wetting and messing, humiliation) Moving to a new town was always tough for a kid. It meant leaving behind familiar faces and places; it meant saying goodbye to good friends and a home where many memories had been made. The only thing more difficult than leaving everything behind, was being able to accept everything new that would come along in replacement. Colby had been bummed to learn that his family was moving and he'd spent the months before it in a state of constant sulking. It was only when he'd had a day to adjust to his new bedroom, which was admittedly more impressive than his last, that he decided to approach things from a more positive perspective. Sure, he might not have known anyone and he had zero knowledge of the area, but he'd also been given a rare gift: the ability to reinvent himself! Colby, by nature, was not a kid that stood out. He wasn't especially smart or athletic, nor was he all that witty or talented. He was by-the-numbers in a lot of ways, with no major deficiencies, but also without any major proficiencies either. It'd made him boring and quiet at his old school, and while he had friends, they hadn't been exceptionally close. This was a chance to try something new. This was a golden opportunity to become a new kid that made waves! He couldn't become the 'smart' kid, since that was simply out of reach for his mediocre mind; becoming a 'sports' kid was also out, since he was small for his age and generally clumsy. At a loss for how exactly he could reinvent himself, Colby had finally decided on just being more brash and impulsive. If he had a loud enough mouth and acted fearlessly, then perhaps the other kids would at least see him as someone who was bold. He got to meet one of his classmates before school would start back up, since he fortuitously had a neighbor that was also going into sixth grade. His name was Harry, and he seemed pretty easygoing at first. Harry showed him around the neighborhood and introduced him to some of the other kids on his street; it wasn't until Colby started asking questions about the school, that Harry began to act oddly. From the innocuous inquiries that Colby had, Harry would give short and plain answers, without much depth beyond the most basic manner of explanation. And then Colby had asked about whether or not there were any specific classmates to watch out for, and that's when things got weird. "Try to avoid Anthony." "Why? Is he a bully, or like, annoying?" What had started as a normal conversation about school was about to turn into a bad Stephen King novel; which was fitting of the small, 'cozy' town that Colby had moved to. Harry hesitated to call Anthony a bully, but his body language spoke more plainly. "Well...He won't beat you up or anything, but..." Harry trailed off, looking unsure how to finish his statement. "But...? Is he just rude, or a snitch? Does he spread rumors?" "Anthony gets what he wants, and he doesn't like it when people try to say no to him. He's really, really *persuasive*. Like, he can *make* you do things that you don't want to do." Harry finally got out, his answer still annoyingly vague. "What, like a Dracula? Or those hypnotists that do cruise shows? You're being ridiculous, dude." Colby blew off, completely unmoved by the silly 'creepypasta' level tale that his neighbor had tried to feed him. The boy would come to genuinely wish that he'd taken the warning more seriously. If he hadn't been so skeptical, then perhaps he could have avoided having himself be 'reinvented' for the worse. He could have just continued to be the boring kid that didn't stick out, who nobody noticed, and that would have kept him completely safe. Alas, that was not how things would proceed for him. When the first day back to school had come, Colby had given himself the finger-guns in the mirror that morning, and he'd psyched himself up about sticking to his plan of being 'bold'. Things had been going just fine for the first class of the day, though he hadn't exactly been given much opportunity to make a big splash. After a two-second 'introduce yourself' prompted by the teacher, the rest of the period had been about going over what material would be involved for the next few weeks. He'd gone to find his locker after that first class, as he'd neglected to do so before the school bell had rung this morning; while dialing in the combination, Colby had seen a taller boy standing by the water fountain with another kid, which was followed by the tall boy getting some cash from the other. "Here you go, Anthony. I'm sorry it isn't more, but my parents won't raise my allowance any more..." The kid lamented, looking terrified. "That's okay, this will have to do. I'll see you next month for your next allowance." The taller boy shrugged, stuffing the bills into his pocket. "Dang, I wish people would give me their entire allowances for nothing." Colby quipped loudly, while putting away some textbooks in his locker. The victim of the shakedown got wide-eyed and was quick to skedaddle, while Anthony smiled and approached Colby's locker. It wasn't often that anyone challenged his actions, and seeing that Colby was a face he hadn't seen before, it became clear why he felt safe to do so. "You're new around here, aren't you?" Anthony asked, leering down at the puny boy with a sharky grin. "My name is Anthony, what's yours?" "Yeah, I just moved here last week. My name is Colby." Anthony leaned against the lockers and bobbed his head up and down, "Colby, huh? Colby, Colby, Colby...Don't think I've met any before. I take it that you haven't talked to many people yet, hmm? Haven't heard anything about me?" "I did. A neighbor said that you always get what you want, because you have spooky powers." By the tone of Colby's voice, it was obvious that he wasn't a true believer. "That's true! I don't know if I'd call them spooky, but I guess I'd be afraid if I was on the other side of them." Anthony chuckled without missing a beat. "I don't really believe in that junk, since I'm not a dumb little kid anymore. I think you're just lying and making people scared enough to do what you want them to do. You're full of crap." The taller boy narrowed his eyes and the smile faltered for a brief moment. "That's an interesting theory you have there. Care to put it to the test? If I'm just full of crap, then I won't be able to make you my little puppet, isn't that right?" Something about Anthony's confidence gave Colby pause. He'd been bold and confronted what he thought was a charlatan, but now that charlatan was willing to put his money where his mouth was. Was Anthony just trying to rattle him? Or hoping to call a bluff in reverse? "Sure, fine. If you can control me and make me do what you say, then I'd like to see you do it." "My, my! You're quite the the courageous one, aren't you? You must be really confident that I'm full of it, or else you would have already tried to run away. Or maybe you're just stupid? Maybe we should find out." Anthony mused, looking his would-be victim up and down. "Stop stalling and just do it. I'm starting to think you just like the sound of your own voice too much. Maybe people only do what you want so you'll stop talking." Colby rolled his eyes. Anthony narrowed his eyes down at Colby, "Fine. If you aren't sophisticated enough to enjoy a little pageantry, then I'll get right to the point. I want you to pull your own pants down." Colby thought to shoot back with something about people in hell wanting ice-water, but instead, he could suddenly feel his hands moving down toward his waistband. Losing control of his own body was terrifying and surreal; he could feel himself being the one to push those impulses to his nerves, to move, but he didn't want to do it. His subconscious was being hijacked, while his conscious form remained totally aware of what was happening. Down came his cargo shorts, and with that was the revelation that Colby hadn't graduated to 'big boy boxers' yet; instead he still wore briefs with cartoons on them, which most of the kids his age had eschewed two years prior. Anthony stared, looking a little surprised at first at what he was seeing, before he started to laugh. "...Are you sure you're at the right school? Elementary is down the street. I mean, I thought you were just a pipsqueak, but yeesh...Those little underoos look straight out of third grade." Anthony chuckled, trying to get a closer look. "Scooby Doo, huh? You still watch cartoons like a baby too? You got the Mystery Machine in back?" The taller boy teased, peeking behind his victim and noticing some unsightly skids in the back. "...Looks like you might still shit yourself like a baby, that's for sure." The initial shock had worn off enough that Colby felt emboldened to speak, "H-how the heck did you do that?!" Anthony shook his head, "I said it, and you did it. Were you really not paying attention? People do what I want, just like I said. Now, why don't you answer my question? Does the baby still watch cartoons?" "Y-yeah...So? That doesn't make me a baby!" Anthony clicked his tongue and reached out to tug at the boy's waistband. He peeled it back, only to let the elastic snap against Colby's waist. "I'd say it does, especially with these undies of yours. They're really only a step above Pull-Ups, if I'm being honest, and with these stains..." It bewildered Colby that Anthony was just casually bullying him after revealing that his magical persuasion powers were real. It spoke to the fact that Anthony was so accustomed to abusing his gift that it was just second nature to him now; he hardly even seemed to revel in his victim's surprise. "J-Just leave me alone, I'm sorry I didn't believe you!" Colby squeaked, reaching down to grab his shorts. "Uh, uh, uh. I'm not done yet. I don't want your apologies, squirt; I *want* to have some fun. I guess I've been too nice lately, since the warning you got from your little informant didn't scare you away." Anthony grinned, thinking he needed to make an example out of the new kid, so that others would better impress the gravity of his capabilities. "Piss yourself. You're just a little kid and you're obviously not ready for middle school, so just let go and pee in your pants." "N-no, I--" Colby began to stammer, before he trailed off and went quiet. The boy could feel warmth spreading across his crotch and beginning to dribble down his bare thighs. The front of his underpants grew a large yellow stain, and some of the urine leaked down to dampen the shorts around his ankles. "Uh-oh, baby piss-pants sprung a leak! At least it looks like he didn't make a big puddle too. I guess you really need to go back to Pull-Ups, huh?" "N-no! I don't need Pull-Ups, I--" "--Oh, you don't? Well, pissing your pants definitely means that big kid underwear is out of the question, not that *those* really make the cut there anyways, so you must mean you need to go back even further! Those nasty shit-stains in your undies should have clued me in better; you need DIAPERS." Colby's face got even brighter and he looked mortified that he was being so thoroughly humiliated in the hallway. By this point, a few kids had stopped to gawk at the sideshow, which seemed to serve Anthony's need for an audience to perform for. "Go ahead and prove to everyone how right I am. Prove you belong back in diapers, like the stupid baby you are. Crap your pants, right here and now." Colby wanted to fight it, but he stood no chance against whatever supernatural powers that Anthony had been blessed with. He bent down and curled his hands into fists; he was involuntarily sending massive impulses to his lower gut, to start straining and pushing. Soft grunts passed his lips and his brow became furrowed with the effort required to defecate on command. After a few dry pushes, a sloppy fart rasped wetly into his briefs, which garnered some giggles from the peanut gallery. He tried to beg for mercy, but he couldn't speak; Colby could only grunt and strain. Some sounds of shock came from the kids around him as they could start to see a bump forming in real time on the back of his underoos. A crackling accompanied that bump protruding further and further out, stretching the cloth out to accommodate the massive solid turd he was squeezing out. "Eww! He's actually shitting himself!" "That's so gross..." "More like Scooby 'Doo-Doo', huh?" "Is he one of the 'special' kids or something?" "Or maybe he's just not ready for middle school! Should probably go back to the baby grades." It was truly insult to injury. He hadn't even gotten through a single school day and he'd already ruined his own plan to paint himself as bold and fearless. Right now he was instead being painted as a crayon-eating moron, or as a little kid that was in the wrong place; someone who should be at the elementary school instead, that much was clear. "Tsk, tsk. So sad to see how low the standards have become of our school..." Anthony bemoaned facetiously, outstretching his arm for a theatrical flair. Finally free from the enforced strain of evacuating into his pants, Colby started to stand up straight, his eyes wet with tears of shame. What was he even supposed to do now? He hadn't brought a change of clothes with him, so how could his school day continue? Anthony seemed to pick up on this and he actually bent down to pick up the smaller boy's cargo pants from around his ankles, and he pulled them up over the messy and wet underpants. "Like I said, I don't think you're ready for big boy pants. I think I can convince the nurse of too, though with what you're hauling, you probably don't need my help to get some proper 'protection'." Before he knew it, Colby was being dragged down the hall toward the nurse's office, the large load in his briefs squishing around as he waddled. Was Anthony really serious? Was he going to go through with the theme of his bullying to that extent? Making Colby pee and poop in his pants was horrible, but actually getting him diapered was on a whole different level! Why couldn't he have just kept his mouth shut?