Story #115: Don't You DARE

Story #115: Don't You DARE (Content Tags: Diaper punishment, messy and wet diapers, weed use) The ironic humor of the DARE shirt was ruined somewhat by what he wore on the lower half of his body. He'd thought he was so cool, so adult, but now? Now he just looked like a big baby, and he felt like one too. It was funny how tremendously perceptions could change, especially when he was forced to reevaluate how his own could be altered. It wasn't as if this had come without proper warning; quite the contrary, actually! His 'mommy' had been more than clear in her warnings for what would happen if he disobeyed her. Still, that had been in the abstract; he couldn't have fully imagined that she'd take things as far as this. Cooper was wearing a diaper. Cooper was wearing a diaper that he was fully expected to treat as his new toilet; Cooper was wearing a diaper that he wasn't allowed to take off, that he was expected to use as his new toilet. Cooper was about ten years past being powdered and taped into a diaper in any acceptable capacity. Fittingly enough, the reason for the age-innapropriate undergarment was because he hadn't been acting his age at all; he'd been acting too young and too old, but not just right. He acted too old by partaking in something that his mother thought he shouldn't even know about, and too young by being so utterly disobedient. Other kids his age would probably get grounded for getting caught stoned, and that grounding would just be the revoking of privileges or the addition of chores, but things were to be a little different for him. Cooper had lost privileges, but the scope was far greater than just his Xbox or getting to see his friends. His mother had literally taken away all of his underpants and put them in a box; in their place were the crinkly diapers he now had to wear. Luckily it happened at the start of Summer, so he didn't have to go to school like this, but that hardly made him feel much better about it. His older brother didn't help either. Duane was a 'goody-goody', at least as far as Cooper was concerned. The teenager was an active member of their church, and he did all that scout crap; the two brothers had been at odds for years, especially after Cooper had begun to really become his own person. The pair couldn't be more dissimilar. Cooper was fun, energetic, crass, impulsive, rebellious, and fluid. Duane was responsible, controlled, polite, sanctimonious, orderly and rigid. Their differences were only more greatly pronounced by the massive contrast in how they presented themselves: wardrobe, mannerisms, hobbies... Duane had been riding his ass a lot harder throughout the year than usual, once it'd become more apparent that Cooper was getting involved with a worse crowd than usual. With only a working single mother, the teen had been stepping up to keep a lid on his delinquent kid brother. He'd adapted quickly to Cooper's punishment and taken a very active role in that as well; the only thing to worsen the shame of diaper changes were the self-righteous screeds that Duane would deliver. It would be laughable if it wasn't happening to him. Cooper was entangled in an absolute farce of an existence for the Summer, and he had no recourse. Getting caught smoking a joint had easily been the worst thing to ever happen to him, and his punishment had only just begun. His mother had always been a moralist of the more evangelical bent, and Cooper had been rebelling pretty specifically against that in the last few years. Hard music, clothes from Hot Topic, skipping Sunday school and making snide remarks. He'd gone as far as to bring a 'boyfriend' home to intentionally make her lose her mind on him. But before that stunt could even properly be addressed, he'd gone and got caught using pot. The boy hadn't even finished middle school and he was acting like a little thug! His mother's first comment had actually been that she was going to send him to military school to straighten him out, and then she'd talked about church camps, but what she'd settled on was actually probably worse in a lot of ways. According to her, at least what he could gather while getting viciously spanked, was that he'd acted quite childishly in deciding to use drugs, and that his attitude was long overdue for an adjustment. Later that night, after leaving him in his bedroom to stew, she'd come back with the diapers. Pickings were slim; Cooper was obviously too big for toddler diapers, and bedwetter pants wouldn't do the job being assigned, so the woman had ended up buying him adult diapers in the smallest size. They were still a little big on him, and that accentuated their bulk on his frame, but youth diapers hadn't been a readily available option. He'd thought she was trying to make a point, or that this was just coming from a temporary place of anger, but then she'd been very adamant that he was not to touch them to take them off, and then when pressed on the natural conclusion of that, she'd plainly informed that he was barred from using the toilet. Cooper was to learn things from the bottom up this Summer, and that meant going back to the basics of the potty too. It was a way to illustrate his immaturity and shame him into being better, but it also made him easier to control, as well as assured that he wouldn't be hanging with any 'bad kids'. What troublemakers would want to hang out with a kid who smelled like a poopy diaper? Better yet, Cooper wouldn't dare seek any of them out, merely to preserve his reputation on some level. His underpants weren't the only things taken away from him; his music, his movies, his games, they'd all been taken as contraband. Part of becoming a 'good boy' meant that he needed a reset on his media, and that part had been particularly painful. That was the reason why he was currently sitting down in front of an episode of 'Veggie Tales', with a sippy cup of juice and an unhappy frown. Cooper was already a week into his punishment, which meant he'd already had to wet and mess his diapers multiple times. He'd tried to hold it as long as he could, but he'd only lasted three hours before pissing his pants and only five before he'd had no choice but to soil himself. After the seal had been broken, he'd given up on trying to hold things back, and instead started to go when he felt the urge. His current diaper was already on the soggy side, but he knew he wouldn't be getting a change until he dropped a steamer in the back. Diaper changes weren't something that he had any choice in, and his brother had been pretty clear in saying that they had to be well-used for Cooper to earn one. Plenty of powder and diaper cream made sure he'd stay rash-free, and dietary changes had made him far more regular too, so 'making poopies' in his diaper was getting easier every day. The pressure he felt in his gut was an indicator that it might very well be time to 'earn' himself a diaper change. He'd had breakfast a couple of hours ago, and the large meal had pushed things in his bowels along quite nicely; the rumbling told him that he had a large one to pinch off. The boy wiggled around where he sat and took a look around the living room. Duane had been 'watching' him, but had briefly left to use the bathroom; if Cooper wanted privacy for his own 'bathroom trip', then now would be an ideal time to get things moving. He sighed and lifted himself off the ground to better position his posture for what he needed to do. He could feel the cushion of the adult diaper pressing against his heels as he got on his knees, and the warm dampness grinded more blatantly against his groin as he repositioned into his pooping pose. A pacifier, which was clipped to his DARE shirt, dangled precariously with his every movement. All he'd wanted was to fit in with the cool crowd, and now he was reduced to doing *this*. If any of his friends saw him like this, his reputation would never recover from the damage. Pamper-packing babies weren't the sort to be allowed to hang with 'bad' kids. Cooper clenched his fists and started to strain his bowels. It'd gotten easier every time he had to do this, at least on a physical level, but the same couldn't be said on a mental one. A decade of pottytraining was hard to overcome, and Cooper actually suspected there could be some unfortunate consequences going forward for 'unlearning' those restraints. How well would he be able to hold it by the end of his punishment, if he spent every day scorning those potty skills? A wet fart escaped and sputtered loudly into the oversized garment. Cooper puffed out his cheeks and closed his eyes, a few small grunts passing his lips as he continued to push. Within just a few moments, he could feel something solid starting to make contact with the puffy interior of the adult diaper; he pushed harder and heard a crackling as the log rapidly filled his seat. "Looks like someone is making a big boom-boom in his babypants." A voice commented from behind him. Cooper's eyes opened back up and his cheeks pinkened as he looked over his shoulder at his returning brother. He couldn't very well stop pooping now, could he? He could try, but it'd be a fool's errand. "D-Duane! Don't look at me! I n-need privacy..." He whined, another fart slipping out. "Babies don't get any privacy, Cooper. Besides, I'm the one who is going to have to clean up your mudbutt anyways." The teen informed with a smirk. Cooper groaned and tried to hold back from finishing, as to not give Duane the pleasure of seeing him in such a compromised position, but he was too far along in his defecation to stop now. As he shifted on his knees, a rolling cramp stunned him and forced him to push much harder on his bowels. The sloppy sound of surging semi-solid muck filled the space between the two boys and likewise, the space in his seat was filled with hot mushy poop. It was a powerful enough mudslide that his backside swelled out and some unsightly stains began to appear in scattered spots. "Pee-yuu! That's a real stinker you just made, baby bro." Duane teased, waving the air in front of his nose for emphasis. "Why don't you sit tight and finish your cartoon; I'll go get the butt-wipes and a fresh Pamper to put on ya." Cooper knew what that meant. Duane was going to take his sweet time, because he wanted Cooper to have to stew in his own filth for a little while. It was to punish him further, to make him deal with such a discomfort as a reminder of where being naughty got him. If Cooper had to guess, then he'd say he shouldn't expect a change for another twenty minutes. That was twenty minutes where he'd have to deal with a diaper full of hot, bubbling poop. Twenty minutes of a squishy bottom and a horrid smell right underneath him. Duane gave him a pat on the head and then pushed gently down on the boy's shoulders to force him to fully sit down on his freshly filled seat. He'd made his load and now he had to sit in it, just like a real baby; he could feel the hot poop squishing and oozing up his buttcrack as he was made to sit right atop the mound. "Make sure to pay attention to your show, baby bro. There's going to be a quiz at the end, and you might not get a change if you can't pass it." That made things go from bad to worse. His bumchange was now contingent on his ability to absorb the Christian cartoon's lessons, and it was already a third over with him having been completely zoned out from it. If he wanted to escape having a filthy butt, then he'd need to give the condescending cartoon his full attention. While sitting there in his own poop, he could also feel the need to finish relieving his bladder as well. Considering how far he'd already gone, why not finish the job? With a little prompting, he could feel warmth starting to spread all across his crotch and then beginning to puddle up underneath him. The bulky undergarment sopped everything up in time, which left him in a full used diaper and at least fifteen more minutes on the clock to suffer it. As he was forced to pay attention to Larry and whatever lessons he was tying to verses from the bible, his mother had come through with a basket of laundry. The woman's nose wrinkled as she passed her youngest child and she stopped to look down at him; trapped in such an infantile position, she couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. He wouldn't be getting into any more trouble, not like this! With how things were going, she'd make sure that he'd lose any and all ideas of being a 'bad kid' going forward. No more sin, no more rebellion, just a polite and obedient young man that knew how to act! Maybe if he was upstanding enough by the end of the Summer, then she'd allow him to move onto getting pottytrained once more, but only if he could prove himself responsible enough to have earned it. If not, then he'd be stuck in the 'baby' phase of his reeducation for as long as it took to alter his behavior. He wouldn't be out of diapers until she could trust that he'd learned his lesson about drugs and degeneracy. "Make sure to pay plenty of attention, Cooper. You have Sunday school tomorrow morning, and you'll need to know everything you can!" She instructed, before leaving him to go take care of the laundry. Cooper cringed and writhed where he sat. He'd kept himself cooped up in the house since his punishment had started, but he'd known it was only a matter of time before he'd be forced to go out. He'd skipped Sunday school plenty of times in the past, but he figured this time it wouldn't be an option to opt out. He'd have to go to church with a diaper on, and he could only pray that he'd at least be allowed some decent clothes to hide it with. The price of his puff was getting steeper and steeper.