Long Story #16: Thoughts Made Fuzzy (Part 1)

Long Story #16: Thoughts Made Fuzzy: (Content Tags: Surrealism, wet pants, bedwetting, bedmessing, poopy diapers, training pants, physical and mental regression, braindrain, humiliation, holiday story) "Mom! You can't really expect me to *wear* that!" "I absolutely do, mister. Your grandmother bought them and you need to show your appreciation for her gift." "A-appreciation?! I'll look like a total idiot!" Hopson was at a loss here. Was his mother just being moody or did she actually consider this a reasonable request? The boy had cultivated a certain image since entering ninth grade: one of rebellion and living by the rule of cool. High on the list of things that weren't cool? Jackets where the hood had bunny ears. He was wearing metal band shirts and trip pants these days! His wallet was on a chain! His ear was pierced and sporting a hoop! He had dye in his hair! This went against everything he stood for. "You only have to wear it for one weekend, Hopson. She got something for all of her grandkids, and so she expects that you'll be wearing it for our Easter celebration." "Yeah? Should I go ahead and trade my boxers in for some Huggies? Maybe get a pacifier too? She knows I'm not a baby anymore!" He could argue for as long as his lungs held breath but it wouldn't make a lick of difference. Once his mom had grown exasperated enough with his whining, she had ended things with threatening to take away his concert tickets if he didn't put it on. He wore it, begrudgingly, but he made sure to wear the edgiest shirt he could find underneath to compensate for it. He felt a strange tingle go down his spine whenever he picked the jacket up to put on; the material on the inside was surprisingly fuzzy and warm, and the jacket ended up being bigger on him than he'd expected from looking at it. From the outside, he'd thought it'd be rather tight on him! When it was finally time to go, he had the additional realization that his younger brother had instead been given a t-shirt with a bunny on it. It wasn't the peak of 'cool' either, but it felt lightyears better than having rabbit ears! He tried to complain again, but his parents weren't having it; his little brother just gave him a self-satisfied smirk. The drive to his grandmother's house wasn't a short one; they only visited a few times a year, since it was a few hours away by car. Hopson would distract himself with his phone at first, but he'd soon grow bored and instead lean his head against the window to nap. The jacket just felt so cozy, that it was lulling him into a state of slumber. "Nathan, we're about to stop for gas; can you get your brother up?" "Sure! Oh...Umm...I think Hop had an accident." Hopson would awake to the not-so-gentle shaking of his shoulder; he groggily peeled his eyelids open and groaned. His little brother was saying his name and bugging him, so maybe that meant the trip was over? "Hop...Hop...Come on, get up. We're at a rest stop and umm...You peed your pants." That made Hop snap out of his sleepy state real quick; he blinked and sat up, "Huh?" He could hear his parents talking about it from the front seat: "...I told you he should have worn his Underjams for the drive; you know how he always falls asleep in the car." Peed his pants? Underjams? What the hell were his parents talking about? His eyes drifted down toward the clammy dampness between his thighs and he felt his body tense up in horrified revulsion. The front of his jeans had a large dark stain. "Nathan, did you spill your drink on me or what?" He grumbled, giving his kid brother a steely eyed glare. "Don't blame me for that! You're the one always peeing the bed!" What on earth was this brat trying to pull? Nathan had been wetting his bed just a few years ago, when he was still in Kindergarten, but now he was trying to call his older brother out? As far as Hopson was aware, he had *never* wet the bed past preschool, so the comment was truly strange. Still, regardless of the accuracy of that, Hop was sitting in wet jeans right now. The way they chafed him also made it clear that he'd been wet for probably twenty or more minutes without waking up. It was humiliating and confusing, but almost more because of the unsurprised reaction of his family. "Alright, Hopson, you need to get yourself changed out of those wet pants. Do you want to change in the car or go inside the bathroom?" His mother asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Neither option was good. He didn't want to get naked in what was a fairly active parking lot, but he also didn't want to walk inside with a big piss-stain on the front of his pants. Either way, he was going to be humiliated. "...I'll go into the bathroom." He grumbled, starting to carefully get out of his damp seat. "I-I uh, need to get my other clothes out of the back though..." "I'll get them for you, just hold on a moment." The woman instructed. With his grandmother living as far out of the way as she did, it'd already been decided that they'd stay the weekend and drive back after Easter. While Hopson would have been fine with wearing the same clothes to bed and to wake for the whole trip, he was suddenly glad that his parents had insisted on him packing a change. His mother went around to the back of the car and dug into his bag, before coming to the passenger door to hand him what she'd found. It didn't look right. He remembered packing another pair of tattered up jeans, but instead she was handing over a pair of crisp khakis that he didn't remember ever owning. If that wasn't bad enough, then the thing within would be: cartoon printed underoos?! They looked like they belonged to Nathan, except they were bigger. "These aren't mine!" "What do you mean? Of course they're yours; I got them out of your bag. Now, you don't think you'll nap anymore before we get there, do you?" Something was clearly off, but Hop was the only one who could recognize it. He considered that his family might be pulling a prank on him, but it seemed too elaborate and earnest for that to be the case. "N-no..." "Do you need help getting cleaned up, sweetie?" "N-no, I got it..." Hopson mumbled as he got out of the car and arranged the clump of clothes to be in front of his dampened crotch. "Alright, well take this plastic bag to put your wet things in. Your father will make sure to get you a snack while he's inside, okay?" He got into a stall inside the bathroom and carefully stripped down. He had to temporarily take the jacket off, so it wouldn't get wet, and he got that offputting tingle again from the material brushing against him. It made his mind feel fuzzy. One thing he did notice was that his boxers were nowhere to be found; his pissy britches were briefs, just like the pair he'd been handed. He got himself wiped down and changed into the new duds, with the soggy ones getting stuffed into a plastic grocery bag. The jacket came back on, and it felt a little bigger than before; it was barely perceptible, but he was nearly certain of it. As he was about to leave, he caught a look at himself in the bathroom mirror. Did he look...Different? Maybe younger by a little bit? Like he was back in middle school? He shook the thought away and left; how absurd! He must have just *felt* small, because of his unfortunate piddling accident. Going back to the car, his mother had finished tidying up his seat, and had put a towel down for him to sit on. The rest of the roadtrip would go without incident, but the holiday weekend was just getting started for the boy. They'd arrive on the property within another hour, and without any further potty problems. His cousins would already be there, since they lived much more closely to their grandma. He couldn't say he cared much for their company: Kara was the only one older than him, being nearly sixteen, but she was consistently a bummer with how 'by the books' she was. Marley was the middle child, being twelve, and Hop found him to be an obnoxious pest. Then there was Tristan, who was a little younger than his brother at six and who was somehow an even bigger pest than his older brother. All in all, they weren't his idea of a pleasant bunch to share Easter with. It was more likely that he'd end up on his phone for much of the occasion, since this felt more like a holiday for the younger kids, with the egg hunt and such. One thing that irked him was the fact that his 'easter gift' still seemed to be the most juvenile. Kara and Tristan had both gotten shirts, much like his own little brother, and Marley had gotten a baseball cap with a rabbit on it. Nobody else had literal bunny ears to deal with, why had *he* gotten singled out? Another notable detail was that Marley was nearly the same size as him; Hop still had a few inches on him, but it didn't feel as large as a nearly three year difference should. Meanwhile, Kara was noticeably taller than him, when they'd nearly been the same height earlier in the year. Today had just gotten weirder and weirder. His grandmother at least looked happy to see him, and she commented on how she'd seen the jacket and thought it'd be perfect for him, since he always seemed to be wearing hoodies. Hop was polite, but he really wanted to tell the woman off for getting him something so embarrassing to wear. Hopson went off to put his bags away in the room he'd be sharing with Nathan, Marley and Tristan. There were two beds in the room, and with them being twins, it'd make for a tight fit no matter the pairing that slept in each one. One of the beds crinkled from a plastic sheet, which made it obvious that Tristan still wasn't staying dry at night. Then again, according to his family, neither was he! That whole thing still didn't sit right with him, but he felt too embarrassed to go asking questions about it. The rest of the afternoon wasn't anything special. Easter wasn't until tomorrow, so there was little planned on the docket for today. The younger boys would spend their time playing and being generally rambunctious, while Hop would be on his phone and wishing that he was anywhere else. It wouldn't be until shortly before dinner that something of note would come up. Hop had finally gotten off his phone to play a loose pickup game of basketball outside with the younger boys, brothers versus brothers. Hop and Nathan had been winning, at least until Marley pointed something out in the middle of the game: "Hop peed his pants!" Hop hadn't even realized it until it was brought to his attention, but his cousin was right. The front of his khaki shorts were stained from his lapse of bladder control. "Uh-oh, I better get mom and dad." His younger brother mentioned, as if this was something that was prone to happening. Hop hadn't remembered feeling the need to go, nor had he recognized the dampness spreading across his shorts. He knew he should be more freaked out, but he was instead just embarrassed by the accident; it was as if his sense of surprise had become muted, similar to the way the rest of his family was acting. His mother didn't yell at him, though she give him an exasperated comment about remembering to visit the bathroom more often. She let him take care of cleaning himself up again, but reminded him to be more cautious for the rest of the weekend. She didn't have to tell him twice; two wet pairs of pants in one day was more than enough of a reminder to play things more carefully. To his credit, the rest of the day would at least go by without any further bladder issues, but on the flipside... He would go on to poop his pants that evening. This accident would at least be something he was aware of while it was happening, but that didn't blunt the shame he'd feel afterwards. He'd been playing 'Smash Bros' with the rest of the boys when he'd first felt the urge growing in his bowels, but he'd ignored it; what was the harm? He was fourteen, so it wasn't like he couldn't hold it in for another twenty minutes! Apparently he could not. Not even for a full ten minutes at that. Hop had visibly been fidgeting in his seat, and Kara had even asked him the embarrassing question of whether or not he needed to pause the game to go to the bathroom, but he'd brushed her off. He was on a winning streak here, so he couldn't just get up! He'd won the match, but in those final moments of glory and gloating, he'd lost the battle with his bowels. It was something he had only ever experienced when sick with food poisoning or the flu, but instead much more solid; the warm load, firm and sizable, had simply crammed itself into the back of his shorts. That'd cut the gloating pretty quickly and he'd been left with a decision to make: should he get up to go change, or would he stay seated and hope nobody noticed? The obvious choice should have been the first, even if his bowlegged departure would be suspicious, but he stupidly chose the latter option. It didn't take too long to notice. "Ugh, who ripped one?" Marley would groan, accusing one of the other three boys of farting. "It smells more like poo!" Tristan would argue once the smell failed to dissipate. "Did you have an accident, Hop? Because you wouldn't get up to use the toilet?" Kara asked from the couch, sounding as if she was asking a little kid a question that she already knew the answer to. "W-what? No!" It'd hardly been a convincing answer, and Hop hadn't really had the kind of conviction that true indignation would bring. "Do I have to start checking pants?" (Continued in Part 2)