Long Story #16: Thoughts Made Fuzzy (Part 3)

Hop knew it was silly, but he felt a surge of pride at the finished product. They looked pretty shoddy when compared to the pairs that the rest of the boys had made, which felt alarming, but he convinced himself that he just was too cool to put forth a real effort. If he's given his all, then surely his bunny ears would have looked the best out of the group! He was the oldest, so it only made sense. The rest of the boys hardly had the same thought. There was a definite chain of increasing skill, based on the age differences between each of them: Tristan was six, so his was kind of sloppy. Nathan was eight, so his was better, but still not great. Marley was twelve, so his ended up being the best in the assortment, as he had the highest mastery over craft coordination and composition. Then there was the boy who'd gotten his fingers sticky with glue and had struggled to cut a straight line; he'd crapped in his romper and then spent the next half hour squishing around and shamelessly farting into his mucky Pampers. He thought he was fourteen, but everyone else knew he'd just turned eleven, and mentally was much younger. His grandma praised how good his bunny ears had come out, and then she'd unsnapped his romper and laid him on his back. He'd kicked up a bit of a fuss, since he didn't want such a public change again, but then his brother had handed him an iPad and he'd been swiftly subdued by the kind of Youtube videos that he'd have mocked just yesterday as mindless drivel. His romper didn't come back on, and instead he would be sent out to the kitchen in just a fresh diaper and the bunny ears he'd made for himself. The reason for this was because the next activity was dying Easter eggs, and it didn't make sense to give him a chance to ruin his nice new clothes with the dyes. Hop felt a tinge of embarrassment from his diaper being just out in the open like this, but it wasn't as strong as it should have been; here he was, sitting at the kitchen table in a diaper he could only surmise was intended for special ed kids, in front of his immediate and extended family, and he was barely phased by it! Why was he taking it so casually? He should be dying of embarrassment! But he just couldn't bring himself to care, as if this was a pretty normal day for him. Taking a closer look at his diaper, he also noticed that this one had a few colorful prints on the landing strip, unlike the plain medical diaper that he'd just filled and been freed of. "Can you dye an egg, Hop?" Kara asked, patting him on the head and putting some eggs in front of him. "His diaper is kinda like an egg, since it's all white!" Tristan chirped, to which his brother snickered and added: "Bet he can dye that one, no problem!" The potty humor was lost on Hop, and he simply leaned forward to start dipping an egg into one of the colors with a copper holder. This was an activity that he'd starkly refused to engage with for the last five years, since it felt too juvenile, but now it seemed okay for some reason. He was just coloring eggs, right? "...Looks like he's dying it yellow." He heard his brother snicker, and that made him raise an eyebrow. "Uh, dat's *red*." He smugly corrected, pointing at the cup his egg was sitting in. "Yeah, but *this* is yellow." Nathan replied while prodding his hand against the swelling front of the dummy's pissy diaper. There was no arguing a fact like that! But at least his puffy Pampers were only sporting one color, instead of another one in back. There'd be plenty of time for that at lunch though, and that big scrumptious meal would come right after the quartet of boys finished coloring their eggs. Unlike breakfast, Hop wouldn't be sitting right at the table though. Him, Tristan, and Nathan would all be relegated to the little kid's table that was in the other room. Nathan seemed unhappy about it, and Hop knew he should be, but he just still couldn't bring himself to care. He felt a little more cognizant, since he was still out of his bunny outfit, but a large bib would end up giving him a similarly fuzzy feeling in his head. His meal was already cut up again, and the sippy cup was back, but no utensils had been put on his childish plate. Hop took that as an invitation to just use his hands, which made the meal a lot more messy than it should have been. He had to keep wiping his hands off on the front of his soggy diaper, and his bib was getting a robust workout as well. Midway through his meal, the diapered boy could feel something percolating inside his gut. Hop wasn't ignorant to what the feeling meant, but he was conflicted on how it should be handled; he was supposed to use the toilet, wasn't he? But that seemed like a lot of trouble, when he was in the middle of filling up on yummy food! "Gotta poop." He finally announced to the other two kids at the table. "Huh? Oh, well, do you want me to get mom or dad? They can take you to the potty and--" "Nuh-uh!" Hop interrupted, giving his younger brother a look like Nathan was the stupid one here. "No potty." Nathan furrowed his brow, "Hop! You know you're supposed to be using the big boy potty! That's what your special teacher has been telling you!" Tristan put down his fork and looked between the two siblings, "...He's not gonna go poopie, is he?" "He knows he shouldn't be doing that in his pants if he can help it." Nathan answered with an annoyed expression. "And since he knows he needs to go right now, then there's no reason he cant--" "M'poopin!" The dunce again cut his brother off, this time with rosy cheeks and a loud grunt. Even with Nathan's chiding, Hop had still decided there was no reason to pause his meal. He was wearing a diaper, wasn't he? He'd already had multiple accidents today! So what was the harm in messing himself on purpose? He lifted his butt off the chair and supported himself by putting his palms on the table. Hop grunted and a few small farts would herald the arrival of a big pile-to-be in his seat. It may as well have been as if someone had dumped a big bowl of pudding in the backside of his diaper, all at once too! The paneling immediately discolored that faint brown, and the fumes of his pudding-pants were almost immediate in filling the air. The boy grunted a few more times, as some firm lumps followed suit, and then he allowed himself to collapse back into his chair with a mighty squelch. The other two kids looked disgusted, especially once Hop went back to eating, as if nothing had happened at all. "Guess he dyed the other half brown..." Needless to say, the other two finished quickly, if only so they could escape the stench radiating off of the fully loaded diaper being pressed between a tiny plastic chair and a chubby bottom. Nathan went to tattle, as should be expected, which meant Hop's next diaper change came with a simplistic reminder about asking to use the potty. The kids were then left to rest or play, while the adults talked. Soon after, some of the adults went outside in the backyard to start hiding the eggs for the final Easter activity: the egg hunt. Hop was back in his special outfit, which was no longer a romper, but was a onesie. Wasn't this something that only babies wore? He thought that should be the case, but the garment made his brain feel too fuzzy for him to look too much into it. His bulky diaper wasn't fully covered by the onesie either, so splashes of plastic-backed white seeped out the sides of the garb. The three youngest boys all got a basket, while Marley took Hop's prior role of saying he was too old for it. One of the adults made a joke about Hop being 'ten' and still doing it, so twelve wasn't far off, but Marley rolled his eyes at that. Hop's aunt did a little countdown and the game begun! Hop was confident that he could outperform his competition; he was the oldest after all, wasn't he? That should give him all the edge he needed! The boy began to waddle around the yard with a basket in his hand; some of the eggs were in completely plain sight in the grass, but the other boys were avoiding those. This made Hop feel smug. If they couldn't even see those, then what hope did they have for any others? He greedily began to scoop each one up and deposit it in the wicker basket, he said 'Godd Wunn!' For each one. What he couldn't comprehend was that they were avoiding those eggs on purpose; they already knew those were supposed to be for Hop, since he wouldn't be smart enough to find the ones that were actually hidden. They didn't consider Hop to really be in the same competitive bracket as them; it was the equivalent of unplugging a controller before handing it to a toddler, so that they felt included. He squatted down low on his haunches to get one of the eggs and he suddenly realized how pillowy his diaper felt against his butt. Had he not recognized the sheer comfort this afforded until now? It was so tautly pressed to his skin, since he had on the onesie, that he couldn't escape the snug sensation. While blissfully squatting, his body did what it knew it should do in this posture. He wasn't really aware what was happening, but for some reason he started to get really drooly, so he stuck his thumb in his mouth to suck on. He could hear a funny crackling that got louder and louder, and something felt strange on his butt, but he couldn't figure out what. Nathan had caught sight of the whole event; once Hop had been squatting for as long as he did, it was obvious what he was up to. The younger boy saw a large lump starting to form in the back of the onesie, and he could see the vacant look that the older boy had. "Uh-oh, I think Hoppy is laying his own egg! A really big one too!" Tristan gawked and began to watch too, "Hehe, eww! That's a chocolate egg nobody wants!" The solid turds that he'd squeezed out were truly tremendous, and the bulge they made was shaped as if he really did just lay a bunch of large eggs in his onesie. "...Eggy?" He repeated, tilting his head back at the other boys, since he'd heard their comments. "Yeah, you got some eggies back there, can't you tell?" His brother grinned. Why would the easter eggs be in the back of his onesie? That would be a silly place to hide them! He reached behind himself and could feel the firm, rounded lumps; he really did have easter eggs back there! "Lottsa eggies! Me big winner!" With his hands still back there, exploring every inch of the topography of those warm fabric-covered lumps, the boy let out a short toot. That funny crackling sound came back and he could feel another 'egg' being formed in his diaper; this actually confused him a bit: "Make poo-eggs?" He stupidly questioned. "Afraid so, bunny-boy. You're not gonna wanna put those eggs in your basket. We'll just say your diapee can be a basket just for *those* types of 'eggs'." Hop smiled widely. He had two full baskets of eggs; one in his hands and one taped snugly to his bottom. The fuzziness of his thoughts was all encompassing and he couldn't remember at all why he'd been so reluctant to enjoy the holiday in the first place! His mind and butt were warm and mushy. What else could make him feel so cozy for Easter? What more could he really ask for?