Story #109: Put the Eggs in the Basket (Part 2)

Peter would continue to clean the room, giving little whimpers every time he came across a balled up diaper and had to add an 'egg' to the 'basket'. It was becoming more difficult to move around, as the diaper became more and more full of other diapers. What made it worse was that Bradyn was starting to let out big sloppy farts in his own diaper, and he didn't seem to be restraining himself from doing it at all. Just another thing to repulse the poor neat-freak. More than that, the sickly feeling in his belly had started to grow into something more troublesome. Burning, gurgling, cramping...He had to fart too, but he really didn't want to do so in front of the other boy in the room. After a while more, he couldn't stop them from starting to slip out. The flatulence was heavily muffled, with everything that he was hauling, but it was becoming more problematic. It was becoming more obvious to the boy that he needed to poop and he needed to poop very, very soon. "W-we need to pause the game. I need a bathroom break." He whimpered, putting his hands on his padded butt. "We can't pause until we're done! That's the rules!" An especially juicy one blasted against the puffy bulwark and Peter let out a pained moan. "P-please, I'll do anything, just let me go to the bathroom!" Bradyn grinned again, but mostly because he'd heard something that Peter apparently hadn't. "Okay, Petey. Come over here. You're gonna tell me if an egg is rotten or not." The older boy could hardly hobble over without soiling himself, and once he did, Bradyn told him to sit on his knees. Peter groaned again and clenched as he got down onto the floor, luckily in an area he had cleared. "Okay...Now what?" Bradyn had situated himself right next to a few of the diapers he'd hidden earlier. He started to pull them out and hand them to his stepbrother, "Gotta give them a big sniff and tell me if they're bad eggs or not. If they're stinky, put them in the basket. If they're not, then well...I'm pretty sure they're all stinky." He laughed. The red-haired boy was already so browbeaten that he simply followed instruction. His need to poop was outweighing everything else right now, so he put each diaper to his nose and took a big whiff, while trying to shake the sheer disgust of doing so. "S-stinky...stinky...stinky.." Each one went into the back of his diaper to join the others, and then Bradyn was putting his butt near the boy's face. "Last one! Tell me if it's a stinky one or not!" Apprehensively, Peter put his nose toward the boy's diaper. As he approached, Bradyn suddenly jutted his rump out to be more forceful, and a loud bubbling fart erupted in the garment. Bradyn's own dosage of castor oil was doing just the trick and an avalanche of hot mush suddenly filled up the whole backside of the bulky diaper. "U-ugghh! S-stinky!" Peter cried out, trying to immediately get away once the dirtying diaper had expanded against his nose. "Just what is going on in here?" It was his mother, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. She'd been quietly watching the whole scene unfurl, and while it should have been obvious that Bradyn had been calling the shots, her disgust and ire was aimed at Peter. "This is the game that Peter wanted to play, mommy! He wanted to wear one of my diapers, and then he was puttin' dirty ones in it, because he said he liked how they smelled! I think he might be really, really dumb mommy." It was such an obvious series of lies. Why would a germaphobe like Peter ever want to involve himself in something like this? He got pulled up to his feet by the woman and she was already seeing just how many dirty diapers he'd stuffed his Pamps with. "I can't believe you! I always knew you needed more help than what you were getting, but I didn't think you'd do something like this! You're obviously too 'special' to know any better." She shook her head, but Peter suspected she didn't believe much of what she was actually saying. "N-no, this wasn't my idea, this was--" The sudden movement onto his feet had destroyed whatever was left of his temporary bowel control. He squinted one eye shut and shuddered as a geyser of hot poop suddenly filled his briefs in a noisy eruption. "No excuses, mister! I see you'll need to be diapered this weekend at the very least. I'll need to make sure Bradyn can keep an eye on you too..." The Easter activities had started early this year, which meant things could only go downhill from here.