Tale #63: This Little Piggy (Picture)

Tale #63: This Little Piggy (Content Tags: Messy training pants, messy cloth diapers, stunted growth, making fun of weight, bullying, humiliation, suburban vs. rural) Iggy hated his uncle's farm. The remoteness, the smell, the sound of animals, and especially the expectations that he'd do chores. He hated all of it, and yet, his parents had decided to ship him off there for the Summer. It'd been probably about four years since he'd last seen his cousins; he'd been around six the last time that he'd visited, and that's what had initially made him so disgusted by farm life. He had three cousins to speak of. Wendy, who was a year older than him; Jed, who was two years younger; and Bo, who wasn't even three yet, and thus who he hadn't met. From what he remembered of them, he hadn't gotten along. He'd remembered Wendy as being bossy and rude, and he'd remembered teasing Jed over not having a proper mastery over the potty. It'd been four years though, and like Iggy had changed, he was sure to see that his cousins had changed too. Iggy was surely different now. The suburban boy was missing a growth spurt or two, so he'd really only grown a few inches taller, but the lazy boy's 'baby fat' had seemingly grown more pronounced. Another problem, and a much more significant one, was that Iggy had been having some toilet troubles lately. For the last year, Iggy's bowels had proven difficult to control properly. He wasn't messing his pants every day, but it'd been consistently happening a few times a week, where he'd just pinch off a turd in his briefs. His parents hadn't been exactly sure how to handle it, and had figured it would resolve on its own. Their only manner of handling it was to get their son some protective briefs. His aunt and uncle had been made privy to the boy's accidents, and Iggy's parents had all but given them free reign on how to handle it while he stayed there. Being more traditional in their thought process, they thought that Iggy just needed some proper discipline and discouragement from muddying up his underpants. He'd soon end up seeing exactly what they had in mind. Iggy arrived early in the day. The farm was just as he remembered it, which put a scowl on his face. The only consolation he had was that he'd brought along his gameboy and a collection of games that should last the whole summer. If he just kept his head down and gamed away the next three months, then he should be able to survive. His aunt, Lila, was the first to greet him. She'd been waiting at the porch for his imminent arrival, while her toddler ran around the immediate area. Iggy had given her a little wave, his smile forced. "Hey, Aunt Lila..." "Well if it ain't little Iggy! I was wonderin' when you were going to show up. I'll get Jed to help you with your luggage; you'll be sharin' a room with him and Bo while you're here." Hearing his name, Bo stopped his playing and turned to come get a look at his cousin. The toddler was wearing a dirt-smeared diaper and an equally filthy looking tank top. "Bo! Go find your big brother and tell him to come give Iggy a hand with his things." The woman smiled, watching him run back off, and then the smile faded as she turned her attention back to her nephew. "Your mama told me all about your little accidents. You should be ashamed of yourself! A boy your age making messes like that in your britches!" The chastising screed had come out of nowhere and left Iggy stammering; how exactly was he supposed to explain himself? They were called accidents for a reason, it wasn't like he was doing it on purpose! "W-well I--" His aunt prodded him in his chubby gut, "And look at you! You've been spending too much time inside, and definitely haven't been drinkin' enough milk..." His height and weight were apparently on the block today too! His accidents, he could at least attempt a defense for. But his body itself? What defense was there to make? His growth was clearly stunted right now, but that wasn't his fault, and sure he was pudgy with baby fat, but it wasn't like he was obese or anything! His aunt took advantage of his awkward silence to continue on. "Your accidents though...That's not going to fly here, you got it? If you go number two in your pants, then you'll end up in diapers, just like Bo. You'll also get your hide tanned, because I shouldn't be having to change smelly diapers on a boy as big as you." It was direct and right to the point. His aunt wasn't willing to give his enigmatic incidents any benefit of the doubt, or to approach this with a tender touch. If he acted like a baby, then he'd wear a diaper like a baby; it was as simple as that. To Iggy's credit, he didn't have any issues for the first two days that he was on the farm. Potty issues, at least. He got along well enough with Jed and Bo; there was still some vague resentment from Jed, who'd sprung up to he around Iggy's height now, and ironically had ditched any diapers or Pull-ups since the last visit. The person he was having an issue with was his older cousin. Wendy had always acted like the year seniority she had on him was worth noting, and now that they had a large size discrepancy, she leaned into that much harder. Iggy was still around four-feet-two, while Wendy was nearing in on being five feet tall. But as much as she focused on his height, she spent perhaps more time on his weight. Tubby, butterball, fatty, and chubs were all among the juvenile insults that she employed, but what she settled on as a primary was 'Iggy the Piggy'. Being on a farm, and one with a pigpen, it was all too fitting. Iggy thought he could tolerate the bullying. It wasn't the first time he'd been teased before, but it'd never been this relentless, and from someone that he was powerless to stop. Telling on her would just make him a tattletale, and he wasn't clever enough to tease her back in an effective way; physical confrontation was completely out of the question, since she could probably pick him up. So he just had to take it. His release valve for this stress was to eat more, which then in turn made the girl double-down on her nickname. It was a vicious little cycle. Then he'd been sitting at the table for breakfast, on the third day of him being there, and he'd gone for *thirds*. He'd only been awake thirty minutes, and he'd already had to hear Wendy's insults, so he was indulging in the bountiful breakfast on the table. Up until the point that his belly felt too full and he felt a mushy log surge into his extra thick, Nintendo-printed training briefs. Just like the accidents before it, there had been little to no warning, and the end result had been a full-sized turd in his pants. Bo, being the bumbling baby, would bear the brunt of the blame, at least at first. He'd just recently been changed, so Aunt Lila wasn't too happy, but a quick tug of his waistband would prove him innocent of all wrongdoing. If Bo didn't have the pantload, then there was only one other place for Lila to look, and he was the boy that'd just pigged out on breakfast. Right there, in front of all three of his cousins, his aunt pulled him to his feet and forced a bum-check on him. She'd found the real stinker here, and she planned to make good on her threats. The first of which was to take him over her knee right then and there, and begin to wallop his squishy rump. She repeated the same things that she'd said before; he was too old to be acting like a baby, and if he was going to act like a baby, then he'd be treated like one. His cousins seemed to enjoy the impromptu show, but for Iggy, the experience was enough to wish for the ground to swallow him up. In the middle of the assault on his dignity, the boy's full gut began to gurgle ominously. Too much motion, too much emotional volatility, too much breakfast. There was a juicy sputter and the backside of his training briefs suddenly bulged back out with a vengeance; that didn't stop his aunt though, it just made her spank with more reason. The spanking wasn't the end of it either. After she'd concluded the whooping, and Iggy was reduced to a tear-stained mess, it was time to make good on her other promise. Lila led the boy away, mentioning that it was time to get his 'diaper' changed. He thought she was referring to his thick underpants, but that would turn out to not be the case. She hadn't been kidding about putting him back in diapers. The woman had already made preparations for what she thought was inevitable, but unsure of his dimensions, she'd opted for something a little more old-fashioned for the moment. That meant big, bulky cloth diapers. That meant diaper pins. That meant big, loud plastic pants. His cousins really got a kick out of it. Bo had solidarity with a fellown 'baby', Jed had justice for how Iggy had teased him about his late training, and Wendy had even more reasons to belittle her porky cousin. Seemed like a win for everyone, except for Iggy. The diapered boy tried to spend time in seclusion. The only thing he'd been able to fit over the bulky diaper had been an oversized pair of overalls, so he put those on and found a place outside to play his gameboy in peace. That'd been going well, at least for a couple of hours, but then his battery had run low and his gut had given him signs of needing further relief. He'd been waddling back toward the house when Wendy snagged him by the back-straps of his overalls. She was a lot stronger than him, so it was a simple task to keep him in place. "Where do you think you're going, little piggy?" Iggy huffed and wiggled against her grasp, "The toilet. Now let go, you jerk!" "The toilet? Ain't your toilet right under your overalls, diaper-boy? You don't see Bo havin' to head inside to do that; don't see any reason why you would either." She mocked, pulling on the straps to make him bounce up off the ground a bit, like a padded puppet. "Aunt Lila *wants* me to use the real bathroom, so get your big dumb hands off of me!" Wendy narrowed his eyes at the boy, "Yeah? Well I think you should just go in your diaper. You're just a dirty little piggy anyway, so you probably like wallowin' around in your own filth." "I-I'm warning you, Wendy! I'll tell on you! I'll do it!" Iggy squeaked, taking the cowardly way out. "Oh yeah? Then I better make it something worth gettin' into trouble for, shouldn't I?" She began to drag him off by his overalls. Wendy led him over to one of the pig pens and smirked down at him. "Don't know how one of the baby piglets got out, but that's just life on the farm!" Iggy struggled against her, but was too weak to be effectual. With a limited amount of effort, the girl got him stripped down to just his giant diaper, and then she opened the pen and shoved him inside. Iggy stumbled forward and lost his balance, bringing him crashing to the mud below. Embarrassingly, he crawled forward a few inches to regain his composure, and the pain in his gut got too horrible to withstand. The three big plates at breakfast were catching up with him, and at the worst time too. A gassy rumble erupted from the backside of his diaper and Iggy gritted his teeth. "U-ugghhh...Oh no...I can't...hold it..." He murmured quietly to himself. Another juicy fart thundered against the cotton bulwark of his protective garment, and Iggy closed his eyes with a pained groan. He couldn't stop what was happening, he could only accept it and try to make it a comfortable experience. The first log piled effortlessly into the diaper. It was large and mushy, and it created a knobby little bulge in the back of his babypants. Such a tribute was not enough to alleviate the pressure in his bowels though, so another hefty lump of filth followed, and then another. Wendy was laughing at the sight, and she'd motioned for her brothers to come check things out too. "Look! Iggy the Piggy is a real farmer now too! He's makin' manure in his pants!" Jed snickered, "He's more than just a pig! Makin' a cow-pie like that, or horse-apples.." Another fat steamer crashed into the diaper with a big squishy plop, and Iggy could suddenly feel something nudging forcefully at the garment, causing the putrid pile to smear against his rump. A look over his shoulder would confirm what it was, which were some of the piglets in the pen, who were nosing around at the back of his dirty diaper, curious of the foul scent. He tried to turn to push them away from snoofing his seat, but he ended up losing his balance and falling butt-first into the mud puddle. Almost immediately after, he felt the worst cramp yet and had to relieve it; a longwinded sputter of gas rocked his mucky diaper, but it sounded muffled and made the mud that he sat in bubble up. "Iggy the piggy really likes his mud puddles! And his dirty diapers!" The mud bubbled more violently as Iggy released the last of his immense load, and finally the boy was done. Three days in and he was already getting shoved into the pigpen to poop himself like a farm animal. How was he going to manage three months of this?