Story #120: The Baby of the Bunch

Story #120: The Baby of the Bunch (Content Tags: Messy diapers, pottytraining temporarily gone, fantasty setting, humiliation, diaper change, infantilization) He *hated* being constantly underestimated by his friends and foes; as much it helped with the latter, it did constant harm to his relationships with the former. As effective as he proved to be, his diminutive size was more often the focus of discussion. He was a valued party member, just like everyone else, and he deserved to be treated equally! Sure, he was a lot smaller and younger than the others, which pointed toward helplessness and inexperience, but after all that he'd done to help, surely a little slack could be given! "Hey, Leo, I think the runt might need his pants checked. It reeks in here." "Already? I told Basil not to eat those berries..." The party had made their way to the tavern of a town that they'd just rolled into. After a few days exploring a leafy labyrinth, they were all itching to get a drink, hot meal, shower, and a real bed. Most of their injuries had been soothed by the team cleric, Leo, but one particular ailment had been skipped over. In a voracious hunger, Basil had broken basic protocol and partaken in some suspect berries that'd been growing on the walls of the maze. Fortunately, they hadn't been fatal, but they'd had the rather embarrassing side-effect of degrading Basil's bowel control down to what was effectively zero. While typically a job for a herbalist, Leo's white magic could have done the job, but he'd refused to help. This wasn't the first time that Basil had been reckless, and Leo thought a little discomfort could do the boy good. While the rest of the party could agree that Basil needed to be reigned in, they were also unanimous in their agreement that Leo should be the one to 'handle' the natural conclusions of such a punishment. Basil, having swiftly soiled through all his pairs of underpants, had been left with little in terms of viable options. It'd been Trisha, who was a somewhat skilled 'materials mage', that'd been the one to figure out a solution. It wasn't a solution that he'd liked, and he'd fought hard against it, but... While Leo had been self-righteous, Trisha had been annoyed. She'd always taken issue with working aside a half-pint like Basil; the boy's immaturity and his poor impulse-control made him an obnoxious liability. Nobody respected him as an equal, but Trisha was certainly the least forgiving of his buffoonish behavior. So when Basil had soiled himself, she had thought it more than befitting that the boy should be diapered like the 'baby' she already viewed him as. At first it'd been a joke, to spite the brat, but then when he'd reacted as poorly as he did, she'd gotten angry all over again at his stupidity. An old tattered blouse had transmuted nicely into a diaper large enough to fit the prepubescent punk, and another unanimous vote had sealed the boy's fate. If he wasn't going to have control over his bodily faculties for a while, then this appeared to be the most rational option. With all the loot they came across in the maze, there was plenty of fabric to transform into the several changes that Leo would inevitably have to give him. After two days of diapers, Basil had really hoped that the toxins would have worked their way out of his system, but he'd seen no evidence of any improvement. Buttering up Leo had been a futile effort as well, as the man was resolute to let this resolve naturally. Whining to Bernard, the party leader, hadn't helped him either. Bernard had sided with Leo, and had pointed out to Basil all the mistakes that he'd been making lately. When Basil had countered with the prospect that this condition could be indefinite, since none of them had recognized the berries, Bernard had simply shrugged and mentioned that they'd reconsider if things didn't get better. That frank discussion hadn't been but ten minutes prior; once they'd entered the tavern, and the rest of the party went directly to the bartender, Basil had pulled Bernard aside to talk to him. Thinking back on it, Basil had to admit his timing was bad. They were all exhausted from the long quest, and Bernard had probably wanted nothing more than to rest his weary bones at a barstool with a tankard of ale and a plate of hot food. The whiny musings and complaints of the little kid that'd smelled like dung for the last two days was all that'd stood in front of him. Basil assumed that was why Bernard had ended their discussion with a pointed threat about Basil spending the evening with a pink bottom, instead of just a padded one. Which is why he'd then gone on to seclude himself at a nearby table, with dinner and a glass of milk to sulk into. Apparently, while he'd been fuming about the indignities he had to suffer, Basil had filled his pants up. While he'd been blissfully ignorant about it, the party's tank, Kris, had been less fortunate; the blatant smell of *dump* had invaded his nostrils, and that's when he'd tapped Leo to go handle the 'cleric's responsibility'. "Hey, uh, kid...I think we need to get you taken care of." The young man awkwardly announced from behind the boy's chair. As gung-ho as he had been about 'natural consequences', he'd found it an uncomfortable affair to approach the topic of diaper changing. "I already got my dinner, Leo. Unless you mean..." Basil turned his head quickly with hopeful eyes, "You're going to cure me?" "Uh...No. That's not really what I meant..." Tired of the drawn-out subtlety and already on a second tankard, Kris swiveled on his stool and shouted: "You stink like a chamber-pot, runt! Leo needs to change your dung-packed nappy, because you smell like shit!" Basil could take a small comfort in the fact that this was a slow night at the tavern, but that didn't mean empty, and Kris' outburst had attracted some confused attention from the other patrons. That confused only intensified when they could see there was no infant around. Leo sighed at his comrade's brashness, but he nodded all the same. "Uh, yeah...Pretty much what he said. You can finish your dinner afterwards, when you're not all...Smelly." Unbelievable! No tact, no consideration for his pride or for who was listening; he was used to being infantilized, but this was absurd! He could at least recognize now that there was indeed a foul odor in the air, so his teammates were at least correct in their accusation that his diaper was full. The warm, squishy feeling under his buttcheeks was also a pretty big clue. Basil groaned and placed his fork on the plate. "Fine...But make it quick." He carefully got up, as to not make a bigger mess of his rump or his outfit, and he looked up at Leo. "Well... Where are we doing this?" That was a good question. They hadn't paid for rooms yet, and Leo couldn't very well change Basil's poopy diaper out in the middle of the tavern. The older man took Basil by the hand, like he was a wayward toddler, and approached the bartender. "Uh, hey, is there somewhere I can, uhh...Get this little one cleaned up? He's...Soiled." Leo meant well in trying to give the kid some respect, but after the outburst that Kris had, it wasn't like anyone in the tavern would be thinking he meant anything other than a diaper change on an exceptionally large 'baby'. The bartender looked annoyed, since it'd already been an imposition to bring a child into the establishment in the first place. "You can take your brat outside, or you can rent a room for the night. M'afraid we don't have a 'changing room', this is a pub after all." Leo sighed, "Right, right...Well, it's chilly tonight, so we should go talk to the innkeeper about getting a room. Come now, Basil." It was unnecessary to say, since Leo was leading him by the hand; the two made their way out of the bar area and back toward the entrance, where the innkeeper had been posted at the 'check-in' area. She was looking through a book, while sitting in the alcove where the keys were kept. 'Hello, miss, I need to rent a room for tonight. Well, actually, my whole party will need some rooms for the evening." The woman looked up with a bored expression on her face, "I've only got three rooms left. Each with two beds. Five silver coins a piece for the night; an extra two and that'll include breakfast." Six beds presented a problem, when there were seven members of the party: Bernard, Trisha, Leo, Kris, Rin, Natura, and Basil. Two people would need to share a bed, and Leo suspected that the beds weren't all that large. Still, it was better than another night roughing it, especially with the temperature dropping. "Fine, we'll take all three rooms, and breakfast too. We might stay in town a few days too, so we may need the rooms more than one night." Leo opened up his coin-purse and got a few pieces of gold to pay the woman. "Mmhmm, okay. Here are the keys." The innkeeper hardly seemed interested in the fine details, at least when a good book was beckoning to her to continue. Leo pocketed two of the keys and led Basil up the steps to the second floor, where most of the rooms were located. About halfway up, realizing how slowly that Basil was moving with a load in his britches, Leo picked the boy up from under his armpits and carried him the rest of the way. "H-hey, I got legs!" "Yes, and I don't want you to leak all over them. You're already down to your last outfit, are you not? Do you want to return to the tavern with just a diaper on?" Basil blushed and stopped his complaining. He had to admit that Leo made a good point; he'd ruined his only other clothes before Trisha had fashioned the diapers, so he'd been stuck in the same outfit for the last couple of days, and his trousers already smelled faintly of wee from a small leak he'd sprung in the maze. Leo arrived in front of one of the doors and he let Basil back down to the ground. One quick turn of the key later, and they'd made their way inside; the room wasn't as small as Leo had feared, but the beds were still a little small to be putting two people on. The man hadn't said it out loud yet, but Basil would definitely not be getting his own bed. "Alright, squirt. Trousers off and all that." The young man said, grabbing Basil's bag to dig around for a fresh diaper to put on him. Natura, their party's elemental mage, had been so kind as to create some talcum powder. Leo appreciated that Basil could at least smell a little better and avoid some diaper rash, but he would have been happier if the girl had instead taken over changing duties. She *was* Basil's older sister after all. Basil inched down his trousers and stepped out of them. The bulky cloth garment underneath was stained yellow in front, and the back was a blatantly poopy brown. It looked silly to see a kid this old in something so infantile, but Leo couldn't help but agree with Trisha that it was befitting him. Even before the berry incident, Basil's immaturity and some scattered toileting failures had made his youth all the more accentuated. "Yikes. I guess you've been a while without a change...Well, before I get you cleaned up, do you.. Ummm... Still need to go? I'd rather you didn't dirty yourself up right after I clean you." The younger boy groaned at the embarrassing question. Worse than the inquiry was the lack of a proper answer; he'd been going in his pants with little to no warning, so knowing whether or not he needed to go was a little out of reach right now. "I-I don't know! I don't think so!" Basil replied, folding his arms and looking away with reddened cheeks. "Well...Can you at least try? Like I said, I'd prefer to go back downstairs without the worry that we'll be right back up here in twenty minutes." "...I can't do it with you standing right there." The little boy mewled, which made Leo roll his eyes, since Basil had been doing it in front of them the entire time this had been going on, even if unintentionally. "Fine, fine. There's a closet or something over there, why don't you go in there? I'll get things set up in here." Basil would have argued more, but he could tell from Leo's tone that he was getting a little short with him, and he didn't want to push him to the degree that he'd already pushed Bernard. He kept his hands on the sides of his sagging diaper and toddled away, going into the little closet to make his attempt. The small confines of his hiding space made the smell significantly more pungent, and as a first, Basil actually had to plug his nose. He wasn't typically disgusted by the fumes of his own 'brand', but squatting down in a small closet was putting his nostrils right in the thick of it. As he squatted down and prepared to try pushing, he heard a knock and then the door to the room opening. "Leo! The lady at the front said that you got all the rooms and took the keys; we wanted to put our stuff away." From the sound of it, it was his older sister, and she must be with someone! "Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry about that. She said there were only three rooms left, so I went ahead and got them; I got the keys in my pocket..." "Wait, only three rooms? How's that going to work? How many beds are there?" Natura sounded immediately incensed, which was understandable after they had spent the better part of the week in poor conditions. "Well...We're going to have to share, obviously. Since Trisha and I are dating, I thought we could get one of the rooms, and then Bernard and Kris are the vets, so they can share..." "Which leaves me and Natura?" Another voice spoke up, this time belonging to Rin, their archer. "And Basil." Leo quickly corrected. "I mean, he's *your* little brother, so I bet he'd be most comfortable staying with you.' "You didn't answer my questions about the beds." Natura narrowed her eyes. "Six. Two to a room, which means that the three of you can decide how that works." The sound of footsteps came into the room and the door closed behind the girls. Going in further, they could see the impromptu changing station that Leo had made out of one of the beds. "Isn't *that* a pretty good reason that he should stay with *you*? You're the one on diaper duty. Besides, you and Trish can pretend like you have a baby; it'll make for good practice." Natura snarked. "I'll get kicked out of the room if I bring your stinker of a brother in there; Trisha doesn't really strike me as the maternal type." While he'd been eavesdropping, the boy's body had taken his squatting as an invitation to do some more damage. He felt some gas slip out into his soiled seat and he remembered why he'd been secluded to the closet in the first place. "Fine, but if has an accident, then I'm sending him to you. Might as well put my stuff away...Where's the little berry-muncher anyway?" His sister's question had only just left her lips when it was answered by the sight in front of her; opening the closet, she saw Basil down on his haunches, with a filthy diaper hanging between his legs, and in mid-strain to finish the job. It was too late for him to stop now, and as his eyes rose to meet her own, a sloppy explosion splattered his diaper with thunderous flatulence. The garment sagged lower, and his whole body shuddered at the relief of release. "Ughh! Basil! Why are you pooping in the closet?!" The teenager groaned, stepping back to escape the additional fumes wafting out. "H-hi sis...Umm, Leo said I had to finish, and..." "And you decided to do it in your diaper? You could have just used the toilet before he put a new one on you!" Basil honestly hadn't thought of that as an option, but now that he was hearing it, that definitely sounded more reasonable than intentionally trying to go in his pants like a big baby. Personally, he blamed Leo for opting for the lazy way out, since the man hadn't made it clear that was an option either. "Well...I don't have to go *now*." A small fart escaped, bringing with it the last of his pantload and an involuntary grunt. "Mmph...I mean, *now*." His older sister sighed, "I'm starting to think you're getting a little too used to this. Maybe it isn't such a bad idea though, you already wet the bed and sometimes your pants." "I do not! N-not much!" He huffed, standing up in a hurry and puffing out his chest; the macho posturing was ruined by the dull hiss that suddenly emanated from the front of his diaper. The yellow stain grew larger and the diaper hung even lower, he looked down at the sight of the growing saturation and then back up at Natura, "...T-that's because of the berries!" She grabbed him by the arm and jerked him out of the closet. "I'm just pointing out that your bathroom skills were already an issue; berries or not, I think Trish was spot-on in making these things for you. Would have saved us some costs in soggy sheets at the last tavern we stayed at, and you wouldn't have gotten lost in the Tarlima Caverns if you hadn't gone off to take a leak." It was sort of true. Basil only wet the bed every once in a while, but it was enough to be problematic; his small bladder had also been the culprit in several flubs to their questing. The occasional daytime accident, usually due to fear or a quest taking too long, had also been a problem in the past. It'd never been to the degree that he was dealing with now, but he'd be lying if he said that diapers wouldn't have solved those issues all the same. "...That thing looks like it's about to fall off. Might need to talk to Trish about making you something a little better; good thing we're going to be in town for a few days, we can go to seamstress shop." Natura added, looking down at the very sorry state of her brother's diaper. "I'll mention it to her." Leo interjected, "Now let's get this done with; if I'm gone too long, then Kris is going to end up gobbling down my dinner." Basil's own dinner was at risk of getting cold, so he agreed that haste was important here. He waddled up to the bed and started to climb up, before Leo grew impatient and just picked him up to place down on the towel he'd laid. "After dinner, Rin and I are going to go check out the hot springs. Apparently they're the crown jewel of this little backwater." Natura commented as Leo began to unpin the boy's dirty diaper. "I guess we'll take Basil with us too. He hasn't had a bath in weeks and it'll be bad enough already sharing a room with him. You hear that, Basil? Bathtime after dinner, don't make me drag you there." "Sure, fine, just go!" The little adventurer whined, fidgeting on the bed as Leo was about to open his diaper. He had a bit of a boyish crush on Rin, and it was already a nightmare that she'd seen him in poopy diapers the last couple of days; he wanted to avoid her seeing a change too! The two women left, and Leo got to work with getting the stinker cleaned up. Basil was left wondering how long this could possibly go on; he already had a hard time getting respect from his teammates, since he was the 'baby' of the bunch, but now it was like he really *was* the baby.