Tale #86: The Audition (Part 3)

Tale #86: The Audition (Part 3) (The fifth chapter of 'Faulty Models) (Content Tags: Humiliation, very messy diapers, teasing, pretending to be a mushbrain, ongoing story) Pooping himself by accident wasn't something that he enjoyed by any metric, but he could at least point at it and say it was an unfortunate slip of control. Being asked to soil himself intentionally, and for an audience, was on an entirely different level. Besides it being a strange request to get during an audition, it also reinforced the deep-seated shame that his need for protection had associated. Julian wanted nothing more than to find his voice, so that he could say no and put an end to this charade. He wanted to tell the director that his monstrous mother was a damn liar, and that he wasn't some mentally mutilated moron who needed specially designed diapers for his toileting. The fallout of such a play would be cataclysmic, and his mother would go nuclear over it, but it'd at least get him out of this audition. If he'd been a stronger person, then he would have put an end to things right there. Julian wasn't strong though; Julian was weak, and that weakness came from a lifetime of emotional abuse from a parent that treated him as a financial asset instead of a person. The trauma of which had been the exact thing that'd caused these accidents to become a part of his life to begin with. Julian couldn't escape her stern gaze. He couldn't escape the silent expectations that he knew she wanted him to follow. Those soulless eyes burned right into him and compelled him to comply, no matter how ridiculous the request being put upon him. "Yes, mommy...Me go poopie." He responded, having a hard time staying in character to confirm what he was supposed to do. With the fullness of his bowels, even after the blowout he'd had in the dressing room, Julian didn't even have the excuse of not needing to go. The forced consumption of that mega-meal from McDonalds had made sure he had plenty left to expel from down below, and while he didn't know about the powerful laxatives that'd followed, his ignorance wouldn't impact their efficacy. He grabbed onto his knees and closed his eyes; if he was really going to have to do this, then he wanted at least to not have to see people watching him while he did it. Julian could still feel their peepers on him, but he tried to block out the thought and instead focus on the task at hand. "Nnghh...Nghh...Unnghhh...Oommf.." He quietly began to grunt, his fingers curling up and his face changing color. As early as the first big push and he could already feel that a dense, solid log had begun to push past his buttcheeks and had made contact with the bulky backside of the diaper. Being much more firm than his earlier accident, it actually took a modicum of effort to move things along in his bowels. "M-Making pushies!" He groaned, making sure to play the part of a kid that would actually need to wear 'Tardees' brand dummy-diapers. A sickeningly wet crackling began to emanate from his rear and a bump began to form and grow in the diaper. Every concerted push on his bowels made the bump grow larger in size, and it didn't take a genius to know what that bump was supposed to be. Julian was pooing himself for an audience; the boy was pooing himself on *camera*. Noisy flatulence suddenly rumbled into the cushioned seat so powerfully that it reverberated and the acoustics of the set made the sound echo; Julian allowed slobber to collect all around his lips and to dribble down his chin, to help sell the illusion that he was an intellectually vacuous moron. Propelled by the gas, the gargantuan log rapidly pushed forward and started to coil up as the diaper ran out of space to stretch outward. He could hear giggling, which was almost assuredly the little brat that was watching him with the knowledge that Julian wasn't actually a shortbusser. The sound of mockery was nearly enough to make the boy stop, to make him exclaim that this was all a lie. "..Mmph...Nngh...Maked poopie...in diapee..." Julian groaned through gritted teeth, not even fully finished pushing the turd out, but erroneously thinking he was right at the end of the 'rope'. "That's right, baby boy, you're making a big oopsie in your pants for mommy. Such a good boy." His mother cooed in that disgustingly fake tone of hers. It still boggled his mind to consider just how much her expectations of him had changed since she'd come back into his life. Her cruelty was as sharp as ever, but seeing what she now had to work with, her strategy had flipped completely on its head; instead of making him maintain a lean body, a dignified persona, and a restrained lifestyle, she was leaning right onto his 'failings' and doubling down on them. It he couldn't have a career as a normal model, where vanity was king, then he'd have to work gigs where the opposite was necessary... Like becoming a model for retard diapers. A sharp cramp burned in his gut and he had to lift his bottom a little higher to deal with it. One final push was what was needed to move the rest of this 'movement' along. Another fart sputtered wetly and the last couple of inches of the python pushed through, breaking off and depositing the full smelly heft into the bottom of the thick disposable diaper. A couple more toots slipped out behind it, like a song fading out on the radio. Julian finally opened his eyes and panted quietly for a few moments, genuinely out of breath from the exertion he'd just been through. The little boy could feel the heat of the poop trapped inside the diaper, and the taut garment kept the sticky solid mass pressed right against his backside; the diaper felt heavy in back, but as he stood, he was surprised to see how little the massive mess caused the diaper to sag. These were clearly a cut above the generic youth diapers that his mom had been making him wear lately; these were exactly as described on the package, and that meant they were intended for dumb little boys that had a *severe* lack of bowel control. If Julian had to guess, then he could assume that he could probably soil himself again two more times before the capacity became a problem. He stood back up from his squat and looked over at his mother, "I done going fudgies!" Julian at least hoped he was done. He'd been soiling himself so much today, that a part of him was concerned that he might start relinquishing more of his actual bodily control. He was prone to accidents from the anxiety of his past, but they'd been sporadic and manageable enough to wear Pull-Ups for before this; he didn't want to train his body to need something thicker. The director looked pleased by his moronic display and gave a small nod, while his son just flashed a smug grin at the sight. "Wow, I guess he really is a dumb-dumb." The younger boy commented loudly to his father, making sure that Julian could hear him. Julian just stood there awkwardly, his legs now a little more bowed out than before, due to the steaming pile he was sporting. His face was still red, but now it was purely from embarrassment, instead of the strain of pooping. He idly put his thumb into his drooly mouth, which his mother would see as part of his act, but it was actually more of a coping mechanism for the extreme shame he felt. "Okay, now I want you to sit on the package of diapers like it's a seesaw, okay?" The director suddenly announced, gesturing his finger toward the package of 'Tardees' on the stage. Julian looked behind him at the package and then back at the director. He was supposed to act compliant enough to be 'easy' to work with, but inept enough that his ruse wouldn't be suspected. So he took a moment, as if needing extra time to process the command, and then he waddled over to the package and hovered over it. With a sudden plop downwards, his puffy butt went down on the crinkly box and the sound of stool smearing could be audible throughout the room. His legs straddled around the durable package and he looked over with a proud expression on his face. "Good! Now pretend that its a rocking horse and squish around, okay?" The man then said, as if it was a totally normal request and not a brutal insult to injury. Julian was already this far in, wasn't he? Refusing anything now would be pointless, at least when considering how much of his pride he'd already swallowed throughout the audition; it was actually less humiliating to be considered a pantspooping retard by nearly everyone in the room, then for them to know that he was just acting like one. He started to move his padded butt back and forth, causing his messy diaper to rustle and squish loudly with each thrust back and forth. Julian could feel the icky muck getting spread out into a larger mess with every 'compliance' he made, which made him feel absolutely disgusted with himself; unlike a real moron, he still had nothing but disdain for the sensation of a poopy diaper, and even more hated for the rotten odor of one. With the hot mush spreading underneath him and oozing beneath his undercarriage, he suddenly could feel his bladder crying out for relief too. Normally, that'd mean stopping and addressing the problem, but he could feel urine spurting out on its own; between the motion, the warmth, and his anxiety, his bladder was going rogue on this one. So now the front of the garment was slowly turning a faint yellow as he rhythmically wallowed in his own putrid filth. The staining was actually the reason that the director had wanted him to squelch around in the first place; it wasn't readily noticeable that he'd messed himself, at least not to the degree that was needed, so gyrating while straddled on the box of diapers would help to turn some of that white into a poopy brown. "Good! Now let's see...The tagline hasn't been fully decided on yet, but we can have him try one of the earlier drafts out..." The director murmured to himself, taking down some notes on a clipboard. "I want you to say: 'Tardies poop in tardees', okay?" Julian stole a glance at his mother, but she only looked to be sternly expecting his obedience. That meant it was time to stop pretending that he'd get out of this; he didn't have the courage to stop on his own, and nobody was going to come up to bat for him. "T-Tardies.. P-poop..in T-Tardees!" He squeaked out, his bowels cutting loose again while he rocked on the package of diapers, and a loud juicy fart signifying a geyser of soft poop into his already loaded seat. The diarrhea did the trick and marred the back of the diaper with multiple brown stains beginning to form. Julian thought that'd at least be the end of things, since he was now utterly filthy once again, but the cameras didn't stop rolling. Now that his diaper was full of poop, it would seem that now was the time to become more 'physical' and to prove how effective the leak-guards were. "Okay, now get off the diapers, and I want you to jump around, okay? Jump around like popcorn getting cooked." The boy nearly groaned out loud. The man couldn't possibly be serious, could he? Hadn't Julian suffered enough? Apparently not. He started to hop up and down, and the back of his saggy, stained diaper went up and down with him. The solid mess inside made noisy thumps from getting tossed around, while the less solid mess nastily sloshed. Living up to the talking points of the product, there was absolutely no appearance of a leak from all the movement. Next came walking, running, crawling, and rolling around. He had to drop down on his butt several times, as if he was an infant just learning to walk. The load never stopped squishing, and he never lost his disgust for it, but there was still no blowout. After he'd been stewing in his own filth for at least thirty minutes, it was finally over. The audition had come to an end, and while Julian desperately hoped that he wouldn't make the cut, the way that the director was chatting with his son, didn't make that seem very likely. "Well, I wasn't sure at first...But, I think Julian here might be a good fit. He's great on camera and follows directions, not to mention that he's someone who will actually be using the product. I still have to confirm things with corporate, but as of right now, he's my top choice." Julian's mother beamed brightly at that. This gig would mean some serious money, and unlike baby diapers, Julian wouldn't necessarily age out of being the 'face' for quite some time, especially with his stunted growth. "That's wonderful to hear! Little Julian has been so sad that he hasn't gotten to do the thing he loves most after his little incident, and this will be a *perfect* job for him!" She said, going up to the director to talk with him. While the adults discussed the particulars, Andrew left his father's side and came up to Julian, who'd been left on the set, helplessly sitting in his own fuming poop. The brat had a smarmy smile and he bent down to get closer to Julian's level, "My dad was thinking about going with another kid, but I told him that you looked like you were born for this." If they had been in a more secluded area, and if Julian was bolder, than he might have socked Andrew for that admission. Andrew knew that Julian wasn't actually mentally retarded, but instead of tattling and doing Julian a favor, he'd instead decided to keep things secret, so that he could watch Julian humiliate himself. "Even if you're not a real dummy, you sure use those diapers like one." The boy added, pinching his nose for effect. "I don't think someone could pay me enough to do what you just did." Julian looked away, his fists clenching at his sides. He didn't have anything to say to Andrew; nothing suitable for his charade at least. The bashful blush got another laugh out of Andrew, "I think you *like* pretending to be a dummy. There's no way you'd do all this otherwise; any other kid would rather get grounded for a year than play along." Andrew clearly didn't know Julian's mother very well. Being grounded would be a mercy; noncompliance would have meant that his life would be made even more of a living hell than it already was. Any physical punishment would be utterly pitiful in comparison to the emotional abuse that'd come out of failure. Andrew gave the mute a condescending pat on the head, "I'm sure I'll see you again, poopy-pants. If not here, then on TV and on the diaper aisle!" The younger boy finally left him alone, just as his mother was returning to get him. Nothing was set in stone yet, but her smile made it obvious that his chances were very good that he'd be the new model for these diapers. "Come now, sweetie. Let's get you out of that nasty diaper and into something fresh, okay? And then we can go home and tell your brother the good news." Since he'd ruined his overalls in the dressing room, he'd be walking out of the building in nothing but his shoes, shirt, and a fresh pair of 'Tardees'. He'd be going home like that too. There was no good news from today, not any at all.