Tale #78: Cotton-Tailed (Part 2)

Tale #78: Cotton-Tailed (Part 2) (Part 4 to the 'Ensnared By a Hare' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy trainers, messy and wet diaper, supernatural plush, slice of life, humiliation, hypnosis/brainwashing) *"Bathroom first, games after."* His father's directions had been clear. There was no way to construe those words in any way that'd change their content or purpose. After two poopy accidents in one week, Bailey's dad had been painfully direct to his son about expectations. So how had the boy ended up with yet another load in his training briefs? He'd remembered walking out of the movie and heading for the bathroom, but then things got murky in his mind. What had driven him to ignore his toileting needs and instead go to the arcade first? And even so, why had he so carelessly soiled himself while playing the racing game? Explaining things to his father hadn't been very productive for him. Him and Hailey had come to find Bailey after the movie had ended, and the boy had been exactly where he said he would be. With a giddy grin, he'd had his hands on the wheel of the driving game and his eyes had been focused completely on the race in front of him. His father had told him it was time to leave after the end of his current round, and Bailey had vacantly nodded his understanding of that. It was Hailey that'd been the one to sniff out that something was wrong, and she'd been the one to comment that it was a bad strategy to stow 'passengers' in the 'trunk' during a race. That's when the trance had really been broken and that's when Bailey had become second to discover that there was a firm load crammed into his bulky briefs. Again. A quick check would confirm that, and it'd been quite some time since either of the twins had seen their father get that upset about something. He kept repeating what he'd said to Bailey in the theater and he inquired why the boy hadn't done as he was told. In hindsight, Bailey should have at least lied and said that he'd tried to go, but hadn't been able. Instead, he meekly informed the man that he'd gotten distracted and instead ended up in the arcade without a pitstop. As for the pantload itself, Bailey didn't have an answer for that either, since he couldn't remember pushing it out into his pants. There was nothing available to change him into, but the movie theater was at the mall, so the situation wasn't completely untenable. His dad grabbed him by the hand and basically dragged the waddling boy across the mall to go find a store that might sell something useful for this scenario. As it would turn out, finding youth-sized diapers in the mall was pretty much impossible. It was a niche medical item and this shopping space was hardly the place for something like it to be sold; the closest replacement that could be found was the largest size of toddler diaper at a small convenience corner (luckily sold as a single with some wipes included) and a package of briefs from a kid's clothing store. Combining these two items, their father was able to craft something that Bailey could wear for the drive home. The boy had anxiously been nibbling at his finger and had mentioned that the briefs alone should be fine for the trip, but his father had angrily replied that he couldn't trust his ten year old son to keep his pants dry or clean in the car. With Bailey's petite frame, and the ever-increasing size of toddler diapers in a weight-addled country such as America, the garment actually fully fit around his waist. It was still obviously not completely proper, so a pair of underoos got pulled up over them to better support the diaper, and then for good measure, the man pinned the undies to Bailey's shirt. Hailey hadn't said much during all of this, but her smarmy grin had at least made it clear how much she was enjoying her brother getting some righteous comeuppance. The dirty trainers got stuffed in a shopping bag and tied off, and then it was Bailey's task to have to walk them out to the car. The bag was translucent, so anyone in passing could see exactly what Bailey was carrying around, and it was pretty obvious who they'd belonged to. After the mall, Bailey thought they'd be going straight home. He was prepared to get yelled at a second time by his mother, and he wasn't sure what kind of punishment would await him, but he had an inkling. The crinkly padding under his bottom was only a degree of separation away from what he may start having to wear. His assumption would prove true, but a lot sooner than he expected. First though, his sister started to complain that Bailey was ruining their weekend with his 'selfish' shenanigans; they'd already skipped over the stores that she'd wanted to visit, so that the 'baby' could get his poopy pants taken care of, and now they were going to bail on the post-movie lunch! Sensing that he might have inadvertently punished one twin for another's misdeed, their father decided they could at least still go get lunch. The place that Hailey had wanted to go, which had been established before they set foot in the theater, was a little out of the way, but what was an extra twenty minutes of driving? Lunch was admittedly good. The trainers got left the car, and his father had even convinced him to leave his rabbit in the car, so that he wouldn't get any food on it. It was a mid-tier restaurant in terms of quality, but that was a step above the fast food that Bailey would have immaturely agreed to. The selection was decent, if not a bit 'busy', and Bailey got himself a plate of chicken tenders, which Hailey had pointed out as 'missing the point'. A decent lunch without any issues was exactly the distraction that their father had needed. It helped to calm his frustration, and it might've eased Bailey's eventual punishment if he hadn't blown it at the end. Before they'd gotten dessert, his father had asked him if he needed to use the restroom, and if so, he said he'd come give Bailey a hand with taking off the diaper. Bailey had denied needing to go. In his defense, he hadn't felt any urgency in his toileting needs, but he'd also not wanted to put the pause on satisfying his sweet tooth. So instead of taking a constructive potty break, Bailey ate ice cream and argued with his sister about whether or not the movie had been any good. The bill got paid, and his father was going to ask him again, but instead decided to stick a finger in the boy's legband, as if he truly was a toddler again. Bailey had dribbled, like he tended to do, and thus the inside of the diaper was wet. This usually wouldn't be a big deal, since his bladder control issues were already well-known in their family, but this was after the boy had refused a potty break. Once they were back in the car, the man said they would need to make one more stop before they went back home. When pressed on where that would be, he'd simply said they needed to get something from the supermarket. Bailey hadn't thought anything about that; it didn't sound of the ordinary, so why care? The boy took his bunny inside the store with him this time. Their dad got a cart and the twins followed beside it, still both ignorant to what this impromptu errand was really about. It didn't really become clear until he rolled the cart into the diaper aisle. Hailey figured it out before Bailey did. Bailey just thought that they were taking a shortcut to get to the other end, but Hailey knew exactly why they were on this aisle. Once the cart came to a full stop, Bailey suddenly figured it out too. "..Daddy, why are we stopping here?" The boy asked, with a deep-seated hope that the answer would be something other than what he thought it would be. "Because you keep having accidents, Bailey. Wetting yourself is one thing, and we understand that's not completely your fault, but you've had three messy accidents this week. Those special undies of yours are too much hassle to clean if you're pooping in them." His tone was irritated, but still pretty levelheaded. This was only considered to be partially a punishment; the bulk of the decision was actually more about pragmatism, since something disposable would be better suited for the kinds of accidents that his son was having. The man looked between the options available and sighed; was it better to go for something that Bailey could fully manage on his own, or something with a stronger capacity, but that would have tapes? He decided to go for the pull-up styled option. The hope was that Bailey wouldn't be having a bunch of giant accidents anyways, so higher capacity didn't seem worth the tradeoff of making the boy even more dependent than he already was. This way, Bailey could simply tug them down when he needed to use the restroom, and they wouldn't be too cumbersome under his clothing. "Okay, pick out the ones you want." The man said, gesturing at the available options in his son's size. Bailey wasn't pleased by this development, but it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it'd be. These 'Pull-Ups' were similar in bulk and function to his trainers, so it wouldn't be a massive shift for him to undertake. The cons were more about how they'd likely be less comfortable and they wouldn't resemble real underwear from a wayward glance. "Okay...Umm...Hmm.." Bailey furrowed his brow and began to look at what was available to him; sensing this might take a minute, the father drifted further down the aisle to get some changing supplies. Additionally, the man had sent Hailey off to go get him something from a few aisles down. "Those don't look all cushy and fun to wear like your pottypants are!" The boy tilted his head down at the rabbit in his arms. The stuffed animal that had just spoken to him. This was absolutely normal, or at least Bailey immediately thought that upon hearing the plush speak to him. "Yeah. They don't look like they'll have that comfy puff to them." He agreed with a morose nod. "I bet a *real* diaper would be comfy, don't you think? Like sitting on a pillow! The designs are cuter too..." "Daddy's not buying diapers though." Bailey informed the rabbit, as if that detail had escaped the supernatural thing. "He will if you give him a reason." The logic was sound, wasn't it? If he proved that the diapers were the better choice, then his father would surely turn course and get them instead! But how should he accomplish that? It didn't take a rocket scientist, even with the mental manipulation that the rabbit had over him. Bailey bent his knees and put one hand on the shelf to steady himself. Messing himself appeared to be the best option; it was what had been ticking his dad off the most lately, and it was the only reason he'd even ended up on this aisle. The boy pushed down on his bowels and let out a soft grunt. His sister was still away, and his dad was still checking prices between brand-name powder and the generic stuff. This was the perfect time to poop in his pants again! The boy's mind felt like it was underwater as the load made its way out and into the Pampers that he'd been placed in at the mall. He could feel that he was smiling, perhaps even drooling just a little bit; it was as if his entire being had become engulfed in an indescribable euphoria. Another soft grunt and he had to broaden his stance; the toddler diaper didn't give much room to begin with, so Bailey was really having to push to get everything out. The briefs that acted as a diaper cover, or really more of a makeshift onesie, began to expand in back from the swelling seat. With the briefs being clipped to his shirt, it made things very taut, and it resulted in the warm lump being pressed very closely to his rump. A few more pushes and Bailey was trying to finish things up by wiggling his bottom around. Once he was satisfied with the size of his deposit, he stood straight back up and reveled in the sensation of the warm mass shifting against him. His shorts didn't hide the lumpy bulge very well, but that was just as he wanted it. "...Did you decide which pair of 'baby-pants' you wanted?" His sister suddenly cooed as she walked back onto the aisle. "Mmm...No.." He murmured, still looking dazed from the boom-boom he'd made at the bunny's prompting. "There's only like four choices, how hard is it to--" The girl stopped mid-sentence and got a funny look on her face, which told Bailey that she'd either spotted his bulging bottom or caught a whiff of his noxious fumes. "--You can't be serious...You pooped your pants *again*?" She didn't give him a chance to say yes or no; instead, she stormed further down the aisle to inform their father of what exactly had transpired less than ten yards away from him. Bailey fidgeted in place and hugged his rabbit tightly. Even under the influence of the toy, he felt nervous about bringing down any more of his father's wrath; the warm, mushy comfort of his messy diaper helped assuage his nerves, but it was no silver bullet. The man came back, but he didn't ask Bailey about what he'd done. He simply knelt down and gave the boy's puffy bottom a firm squeeze to confirm that Hailey had been telling the truth about what she had discovered. He sighed in exasperation and stood back up, his other hand rubbing at his temple. "Bailey...What's going on with you? Why didn't you come tell me that you needed to go?" "...It was an accident." The white-haired boy pitifully fibbed, doing his best to look childish and helpless about it. The man grabbed a pair of the Pull-Up style diapers off the shelf, and then he pulled a package of diapers with tapes as well. He wasn't sure why his son was behaving this way, especially when he'd just turned ten, but he'd have to exercise more of that pragmatism until a real solution could be found. "Come on, let's go check out and then we can get you cleaned up again. We might need to get you an appointment with the doctor if this doesn't stop..." Bailey looked unhappy to hear that, since doctors scared him, but the bunny was unperturbed by the news. A doctor couldn't stop what the stuffed animal had in mind for its 'owner'.