Story #78: The White Elephant in the Room (Picture)

Story #78: The White Elephant in the Room Content Tags: (Humiliation, older sister, holiday themed, willing diaper use, accidental diaper use, messing, slice-of-life) Secrets only stayed secret if they didn't get out. The juicier the secret, the less likely that it'd remain one for long. Many kids had secrets, and most of them were fairly benign or of little consequence, but for the few that had something truly mortifying in their closet, they had much to fear. But what about open secrets? Things that people pretend are supposed to be secret, yet everyone already seems to know. It can sure feel easy to ignore a problem, when you can simply pretend the problem doesn't actually exist. Only when an open secret is confronted, is when it becomes 'real'. For Triana, she felt that it was time to force a confrontation on one of those open secrets. It would likely be messy, and it wouldn't be very nice, but she felt like it was the best thing she could do. Her little brother needed to be shamed, and his little 'secret' needed to be addressed. Jonah was nearly thirteen and he still wasn't really pottytrained. Sure, he was on paper, and it wasn't as if he didn't know how to hold things back, but he had long refused to give up his diapers, and the problem had snowballed for the last decade. It was obvious that he wore them still by choice, as he didn't wear them to school or when he played with his friends. He'd leave for the day in training briefs, keep them immaculate all day, and then come home and put on a diaper to do his business in. On the cusp of adolescence and the lazy brat still felt it was appropriate to soil himself instead of using the toilet. Triana had broached the subject with her parents before, every now and again, but their responses had been lackluster to say the least. Her father was too busy with work to properly parent and her mother was very permissive and coddling; there was also the element of 'normalization' to factor in. After so many years of the same thing, this whole subject had just become the norm. For Triana to complain was as if she was questioning the sun rising every day. She had to watch as her friends' siblings matured at totally normal stages, while Jonah continued to have the one hiccup that poisoned the whole fruit of his maturity. As to why she cared so much, especially since Jonah was typically self-sufficient in his own diapering, that was a tougher question. It'd be nice to say that she had a selfless motive in mind, like she wanted the best for her brother and knew that this behavior wasn't healthy for the long-term, but that really wasn't being honest. At her core, she was embarrassed by it. Every time she saw his padded rump parading around unabashedly, or when she had to catch wind of what he was doing in the stupid things. She felt that his oddity would taint her own reputation by association; she'd already had to roll her eyes and nastily explain to her friends why there were diapers in the house, or when they saw him during a slumber party. Some of Jonah's friends knew too, or at least knew what Jonah allowed them to. For his closest friends, they knew the bare truth; for some other friends, they merely had believed the lie that he was just a bedwetter. While the preteen didn't seem to grasp the social faux pas of pooping himself in private, he could at least grasp that other kids his age wouldn't be as casual about his infantile habit. Triana aimed to nail it on home on why Jonah needed to grow up, or if he refused to do so, then he needed to stop dancing this little line of his. No more lies about not being able, no more preserving his dignity in his social circle, only to come home and immediately befoul it. He was either a poopy diaper baby or he wasn't. The mechanism to do so, that would be the white elephant party that they threw before Christmas. It was perfect: no real adult supervision, with some friends from both sides of the siblings. Almost everyone in the room would know that Jonah wore diapers already, but they'd be forced to confront the stark truth face-on, instead of ignoring it out of subconscious civility. She even had the perfect way to rig the game. Her little brother was *obsessed* with Minecraft, while most of his peer group had long left such childish interests behind in exchange for the ultra-violence of shooters. She'd buy a gift for the exchange that would bait him into clawing for it, while what was actually inside the box would be much different. Nobody else would spare the gift any attention, and so even if Jonah didn't open it, nobody would object to him stealing it. The next part of her plan was making sure that Jonah would look the part for this little intervention she was throwing. In most circumstances, Jonah would choose to wear his diapers at home, even if there was company over. However, since some of his more ignorant friends might be over, there was a chance that he'd forgo the garment for the party. Triana put her foot down to her mother and pointed out that he needed to wear one to the party, since he wasn't 'pottytrained yet' and he'd be drinking a lot of hot chocolate. Caught in the cognitive dissonance of giving her son that autonomy while simultaneously allowing him to remain in diapers, the woman had no choice but to tell her son that he should wear one to the party. Jonah wasn't as torn up about it as Triana would have liked, which is what led her to adding an extra step into her plan. Her baby brother would be drinking plenty of coco, but his cups would be spiked with a little something extra to make him have to make a choice himself. He'd either prove that he could easily use the toilet, or he'd have to crap his pants in front of all their guests. The trap was set, and all the pieces on the board were put right into place. The evening of the exchange would see Triana with several of her friends, and Jonah with several of his. Everyone had brought a wrapped gift to contribute to the game, and everyone was having fun with some hot chocolate and Christmas cookies. After some moderate mingling, it'd come time to begin the game of white elephant; Triana decreed that the order would be arranged by oldest to youngest, knowing full-well that it'd put her brother near the end, and she reiterated the rules about stealing and about not doing anything with the gifts they received until it was declared that they were keeping it. It started with the high school girls, obviously, and the presents being opened were tacky or cheap, as was expected in a game like this. Triana was less focused on the actual game though, and instead had set her sights on her brother, beginning to notice that he was looking less and less comfortable in his seat. Right underneath those baggy pajama pants was his diaper, and with the spiked drinks she'd been giving him, it was only a matter of time before that diaper saw some real function. After a few more jovial turns, it was nearly time for Jonah to take his turn. The game had been full of plundering and laughter, especially since the girls had brought more frilly gifts, while the boys had brought more childish ones; the mismatching made it so that plenty of stealing was going on between the players. That was fortunate for Triana, since it meant that everyone would already have ended up with something they could live with, thus making it unlikely they'd want the trap. One of the boys finally opened the gift Triana had put out and blanched. "A Minecraft sweater? Seriously?" That's what it advertised on the packaging at least, but Triana had switched the sweater out for something a little more suited for her 'baby brother'. Jonah, upon seeing what his friend had unwrapped, seemed ecstatic and couldn't wait for his turn to come. His sudden excitement made it more difficult to tell how close he was to having a genuine accident, since his fidgeting could be attributed to either. His turn finally came and Jonah happily announced that he'd be stealing the sweater from his friend, instead of taking one of the few remaining gifts in the pile. His friend seemed uncaring to lose them, and if anything was excited that he'd have a chance for something he might actually want. He handed the package off to Jonah and the little brat beamed brightly. While a couple of the final players teased Jonah about taking the sweater from him, neither of them actually went through with the threat, and so the game was soon coming to an end. The last turn of the game would be for Triana, who had gone first, and thus hadn't been given the opportunity to steal. This time around, with every present open, stealing was all she could do. "Hmmm... This perfume is really nice, but I think I'd rather take... Your sweater. Hand it over, Jonah." Triana smirked, extending her hand. To the rest of the group, this was clearly a case of an older sibling messing with their younger one, so there were only some giggles and playful remarks. Jonah on the other hand was again falling right into her trap. "W-what! You don't even like Minecraft! And this is a boy's sweater!" Triana shrugged, "So? Rules are rules, and I mean, it's not like you're already wearing it..." Jonah took the bait. With hasty hands and a lack of proper attention, he opened the box and pulled the sweater out. He didn't even look at it, before he began to pull it over his head, dropping something else that'd been in the box with it. "Hey Jonah, you dropped something!" "...What's that?" "Looks like some kinda weird undies..." The boy had been far too focused on getting the sweater on to think about what else might have been in the box, though it sat on the floor right in front of him. Triana knew exactly what it was too, since she'd been the one to buy it. It was a diaper cover. A cute, Christmas themed one that had 'naughty' and 'Do not open until Xmas' printed on the back. It would go well with the sweater, which the other people in the circle were quickly learning wasn't Minecraft related at all. Jonah got it on and put his hands on his hips, smirking at his sister. "I'm wearing it *now*, and that means that you can't take it!" Triana smirked, "You can keep it on one condition. You have to wear everything you just got, for the rest of the evening. Deal?" Her little brother scoffed, still unaware of what the sweater actually looked like, or that the diaper cover had been a part of the package. "Heck yeah! I'll wear it for the whole month, I love Minecraft!" The circle erupted in laughter, fingers pointing and jeering at the sight before them. Jonah looked confused, until he peered down and finally saw the sweater for what it was. It was an ugly Christmas sweater, and right on front was the message 'Poopy Diaper Boy'. Stitched below that was an image of a diaper, with a heart around it. "H-huh?!" He looked so genuinely unsure how this had happened, being left with rosy cheeks and a quizzical expression. Triana stepped forward and picked the diaper cover up off the ground. She held it up to him and shook it between her fingers, "This too, Jonah. I said you had to wear everything in the box." Without explaining any further, Triana pulled the boy's pajama pants down and revealed the puffy diaper he wore beneath. The reaction from the room was a mix of surprise and lack thereof; after all, it was an open secret that Jonah still wore diapers, though not everyone was working with the full truth here. "W-whoa, Jonah, I thought you said you just had to use those for bed!" One of the boys gawked. "I-I--" Triana didn't give her brother a chance to defend his lie, "Oh, sure! He wears them to bed, but he also wears them around the house too. He's not ready for the potty just yet. Isn't that right, Jonah?" "N-no! I don't, I mean I only...I--" The boy was stammering, and Triana's friends were starting to speak up and comment that they always saw him wearing them and using them whenever they were over, even before bed. Meanwhile, the older girl was taking advantage of her brother's distress to casually pull the diaper cover over his bulky babypants and snap it into place. Triana gave him a condescending pat on the bottom and picked the pajama pants off the ground, "Why don't you explain things to your friends, Jonah? Mom and dad seem to think that you're not ready for pottytraining yet, even though you're almost a teenager. Are they wrong? Are you ready to wear big boy pants?" The diapered boy looked utterly overwhelmed. All this mockery and confusion, with Triana instigating things further with her every move. The mental shock was enough to make him stand there stunned, the words of defense refusing to come to mind. "...I mean, if you're *not* a poopy diaper boy, then I guess you don't have to wear the sweater." One of his friends, still boggled and bewildered, cut in: "W-wait, Jonah *POOPS* in his diapers?" Triana laughed, "Well, he never uses the toilet, so where else do you think it all goes?" Jonah wanted to shout, he wanted to run, he wanted to hide his face. Instead of any of those things, he simply stood in front of his audience and lost the fight with his chemically stimulated bowels. There was a deep gurgling from within his diaper, a low yet powerful trumpeting, and in an instant he was letting loose a semi-solid torrent of mush into his pants. The back of the diaper bulged immediately, swelling with the sloppy eruption of hot poop. Jonah's mouth just hung open, his knees trembling as his body forced him to vocally grunt the proceeding remnants of the cataclysmic mudslide. Triana could see the mix of amusement, disgust, and shock that was scattered throughout the group. She could see on Jonah's face that he was now surely regretting all his decisions. She smiled and gave his lumpy seat another pat, "Well, I guess the sweater stays on, baby bro." She had a feeling that pottytraining would be one of his resolutions come January. Either that, or she'd make sure that his diaper use were totally open, instead of just an open secret. Either way, she knew that she'd moved the needle on this; she'd made everyone, her brother most of all, consider the elephant in the room.