Story #108: Baby Steps Backwards (Part 2)

Story #108: Baby Steps Backwards (Part 2) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, mistaken for being younger, wet training pants, leaking, slice of life.) Tucker offered a weak smile to the girl. Sure, he'd technically agreed to play with her after he was done putting his stuff away, but he was just being polite! It wasn't a commitment that he had taken very seriously, and it honestly wasn't something that he had any interest in being a part of. "Oh, yeah, uh.. . I'm still settling in right now." He lamely excused, giving the girl a bashful look. "Still? You only have one bag! You must need some help unpacking..." "N-no! That's fine, uh, I guess I can settle in later. We can, umm...Play." He couldn't let the girl peek into his bag, lest she see the stash of Goodnites that he had inside. "You two have fun playing with your dumb dollies." Austin snickered, going back to his comic book. Tucker begrudgingly followed the girl back into the hall and then had to trail behind her back to her room. This wasn't ideal, for multiple reasons; one of which was that he had no desire to play any girly games, and another being that he knew his soaked Goodnite would eventually give off an odor. "So, uh...What kind of games do you like? Maybe we can do something outside?" Tucker suggested casually, thinking that the open air of the outdoors would help with any issues of smell. "I like to play dress-up, and house, and tea-party, and dollies, and doctor, and..." The girl excitedly began to rattle off, much to Tucker's exasperation. "--Right, right, but you need to just pick one thing. Something simple." The girl sulked at the boy's interruption, but nodded all the same. She looked thoughtful about what the thing she should pick would be, and meanwhile, the door at the end of the hall was opening. Out came a toddler who was rubbing his eyes; he had on a shirt, but no pants to cover up the diaper that was sagging between his thighs. "...Oh! Jimmy's awake! He can play with us too!" The girl chirped, clapping her hands together giddily. Jimmy let out a yawn and toddled in their direction; he looked Tucker up and down, then he tilted his head. "Who dis?" "I'm Tucker." "Huh?" "Jimmy! He's the one that daddy said would be staying over tonight!" Amanda put her hands on her hips, as if this should be obvious news to the tyke, even though she'd had a difficult time recognizing him as the 'big kid' that her daddy had said would be here. Jimmy just stared, still looking groggy and confused. "..Daddy said they'd be bigger den' Austin." Jimmy plainly argued, giving Tucker a skeptical look. From his viewpoint, Tucker was only a little bigger than he was! "Tucker says he's older than Austin, even though he's smaller than me." Amanda giggled, still finding it funny. "...Yeah, well, nice to meet you, Jimmy." Tucker rolled his eyes and stuck a hand awkwardly out to shake with the smaller boy. "You woke up from your nap just in time! Tucker was about to play with me, and now you can play too! Oh...First, though..." Amanda walked behind Jimmy and pulled back the waistband on his diaper without any warning. She took a peek down into it and then let the waistband snap back into place. "Just wet! You can wait to get your diapee changed." Tucker's face got a little pink. It was embarrassing to share that attribute with a literal baby right now, even if his own absorbent garment was a little more mature than Jimmy's Elmo-printed Pampers. Those babypants would work to his advantage though, since it'd be *obvious* who should be blamed for any pee smells in the vicinity. Amanda led the two back to her bedroom and made sure that they were both inside before she closed the door. Jimmy looked used to this, so he toddled in and plopped his soggy rump down on the Disney princess carpet that was the centerpiece of the floor. Tucker remained on his feet, so he wouldn't feel as vulnerable, but he at least moved further in. "So, uh, did you decide on a game yet?" Tucker asked, folding his arms across his chest. "Yup! We're gonna play...Kitchen!" She announced, already digging into her toy chest for the supplies that they would need for this game of make-believe. That was actually a relief for Tucker to hear. Many of the games she had earlier listed off sounded like they could involve putting on other clothes or being too hands-on, but this sounded neutral in comparison. His eased mind stayed calm as he went on to see her pull out all manner of plastic foods. "Sounds fun. So, are we all the chefs? Or is one of us supposed to be a customer?" He indulged her, leaning against the wall. "That's a good idea! But I don't want anyone to miss out on cookin..." The girl looked conflicted. "I'd love to be the customer." Tucker volunteered, thinking that it would be a more minimalistic role. He also had a feeling that playing with Amanda would very likely be fraught with getting bossed around, so he didn't want to play the role of a coworker. "...Well, okay." She conceded. "We can switch after!" The preteen found a place to sit and watched as Amanda began to set the faux kitchen up with all the plastic food and cookware. She put a little chef's hat on, and then tied a tiny apron around her diapered 'sous chef'. Tucker grinned wryly at the sight and made a mental note to crack a joke about it. Once everything was 'ready', she took Jimmy by her side and dragged him along to come give her customer his 'menu'. It was construction paper that'd been folded in half and scribbled on. "Good evening, sir! Welcome to Amanda's Kitchen!" She greeted, putting the menu down in front of him. "..An' Jimmy!" The tot nudged her with a pout. "Oh yeah. Amanda's Kitchen, and also Jimmy is helping." She revised, "What can we get you today?" Tucker took a look at the menu and hummed quietly in thought. "Well, my first concern is that your chef isn't wearing any pants. I'm pretty sure diapers in the kitchen is against health code, so I expect I'll be eating for free tonight. Or else I might have to make a call to the city and get you guys shut down." Amanda looked a little confused at first, but then she realized that Tucker was actually playing along in their pretend game, and that made her smile. Whenever she could force Austin to play, he never humored her enough to actually play along the right way! "Terribly sorry about that, sir! My cook isn't pottytrained yet and he forgot his pants at home. I already told him he's a bad boy." Amanda nodded, putting her hands on her hips. "I usin' da' potty!" Jimmy broke character to complain, looking upset that his sister would wholesale define him as 'unpottytrained' when an effort was being made. "Well, you didn't use a potty this time!" The girl shot back, giving the yellowed front of the diaper a gentle prod. Tucker cleared his throat. He could sense that this derailment could set off some real bickering if he didn't intervene to put things back on the right track. "Uh, yes, so...My order?" "Oh. That's right! What would you like today, sir?" The menu was total gibberish, so Tucker turned his head and squinted to get a good look at what plastic foods were available for his 'dinner'. It was an exotic assortment, and he wasn't sure if they'd fully understand him if he got too fancy, so he opted for a cop-out. "I'll have whatever your special dish is tonight." "Right away!" This idea had been genius. Tucker was getting to just sit here and wait, while the two little kids excitedly played in their 'kitchen'. This wasn't the first time he'd had to pull a maneuver like this; with his diminutive size, he'd had to deal with lots of little kids who thought that he was supposed to be in their 'play' range. It was easier to play with them like a babysitter would, than to get them upset by saying no. As he expected, it was also becoming apparent that Amanda was indeed very bossy. She was running Jimmy ragged and acting just as toxic as a head chef would in a real kitchen! Tucker suspected that she likely brought this sort of energy to any of the games of pretend that she liked to play. "You gotta plate the burger, not the hot dog! Amanda's Kitchen doesn't serve hot dogs, they're gross!" She pestered Jimmy, sounding every bit as self-important as a real celebrity chef. "But I like hot dogs!" Was the tot's fussy rebuttal. Tucker smiled at the back-and-forth and fidgeted where he sat to get more comfortable. Once he moved around, he was faced with the unpleasant reality that his Goodnite was more wet now than it was when they started this game. The garment was freshly warmed by his dribbling, that much was certain. When had that happened? Was he really so unfocused that he'd tinkle himself again so mindlessly? At least he'd been daydreaming when it happened in the car, but he'd only been slightly distracted in here! Much more and he'd have a real problem to deal with... His thoughts were interrupted by the two kids coming up to him with plastic plates in their hands. Amanda smiled broadly and placed hers down first, "Your order is ready! Burger and fries, with some pie for dessert!" Tucker forced a weak smile, "Oh, yum...Where's the pie, though?" "Jimmy, the customer wants his pie!" There was a sudden breaking of wind and the two older kids looked over to see that Jimmy was bending his knees while holding the plate; he had a distant look in his eyes and his jaw was tightened. That fart was obviously only the herald of something much bigger. "Jimmy! You better not be going poopie! Tucker wants the pie on the plate, not a mudpie in your diapee!" Tucker cringed at the sight and heard another wet sputtering from behind the younger boy. His cheeks were growing pink and soft grunts could be heard, muffled behind his tightly pursed lips. "Jimmy! You're supposed to do that on the big kid potty now! Daddy isn't gonna be happy about this!" The girl continued to fuss, putting her hands on her hips again. The toddler's reply was another burbling fart and his knees bending further down into a squatting position. With the more ergonomic stance, he turned himself away from the other two and huffed: "Mmph! No lookie at my poopie!" It was a ridiculous request, especially since he'd turned his padded bottom to be more directed at their line of sight; the apron draped over his knees, but there was no real coverage behind him. Amanda stuck her tongue out at the sight, "You're gonna be in *trouble*." Jimmy didn't look like he cared too much, or at least he didn't care in this moment. All of his focus was directed at lowering the pressure in his gut, and he was already wearing a diaper, so now seemed as good of a time as any. A crackling noise slowly emanated from the puffy backside of the Pampers, and then the garment itself began to crinkle as it tented outward with his heavy load. "As delicious as the food looks, I think I might have lost my appetite." Tucker dryly joked. "I mean, the diaper itself was pushing it, but I think this is *definitely* against all kinds of food safety codes." "He's *supposed* to be doing that on the potty. Not in his diaper!" Amanda grumbled, looking irritated that her pretend kitchen's reputation was being ruined by her baby brother's lack of personal discipline. "Well, uh, I guess it can take a while to get it down." Tucker offered lamely, feeling as if he needed to somewhat defend the tot. He might not be pooping himself or wearing diapers still, but it wasn't like he was *that* far off from where Jimmy was. "Maybe for a dummy. I was already a big kid when I was two, and Jimmy's gonna be three soon!" Tucker felt his face get warm again, and what would follow was more warmth down below. He actually still had memories of being in Pampers, since he hadn't been trained until the early part of Kindergarten, and he'd still had accidents pretty commonly for the rest of that year. If anything, he felt that Jimmy was moving at a decent pace. There was a final series of grunts from the smaller boy and Tucker could see that his knees were dipping up and down, as if trying to pinch off the last of whatever load he'd been trying to drop all this time. The mass made a noisy plop and Jimmy let out a small sigh of relief to have finally emptied his bowels. Tucker wrinkled his nose at the oncoming stench, "...Geeze, that's a really stinky one." He mentioned, waving his hand next to his nose for emphasis. "Yeah, and he did it in *my* room!" "Sowwy." The tot apologized, lazily dipping his thumb into his mouth and using his other hand to shamelessly feel the warm bulge in the back of his Pampers. "Eww, Jimmy! Don't touch it! Ugh, we gotta go find daddy and get your gross, stinky butt changed." Amanda grabbed Jimmy's hand to get it away from his sagging seat. "Don't go nowhere, Tucker! I'll be right back and you can take Jimmy's spot in the kitc--" "--DINNER TIME!" William's booming voice came from the bottom of the stairs, but the three could hear him as clearly as if he'd been standing right outside the door. Amanda frowned at the interruption, "...I guess we'll jus' hafta play later." She began to drag Jimmy out of the room and Tucker watched as the tot waddled awkwardly with the pile he'd just made. He got up to follow, but he wondered if now would be a good time to break away and get this soggy Goodnite taken care of. With everyone downstairs, it'd give him ample time to both change and dispose of the garment. Nobody would ever have to know. Except, something felt wrong. He could feel the material of his shorts bunching up against his thighs; his *damp* thighs... He'd leaked. It wasn't a major leak, but it'd been enough to give him the dreaded crescent moons on the seat of his shorts. From how warm it still felt, the straw that broke the camel's back must have *just* happened, probably when he heard William shout. A simple Goodnite disposal mission had just morphed into something a little more complicated, and he'd have to act quickly if he didn't want to arouse any suspicion.