Tale #55: Sawing Logs (Picture)

Tale #55: Sawing Logs (Content Tags: Bed-messing, bedwetting, Ninjamas, diapers, humiliation, role reversal, older and younger brother.) Bedwetting wouldn't have been such a bad affliction to be cursed with. Plenty of kids still wet the bed at his age, especially boys! Sure, it was still really embarrassing, since even in lower elementary school that had been seen as an infantile habit, but even on the cusp of junior high, it was somewhat understandable. Soggy sheets, or a soaked pull-up; blush-worthy but ultimately forgivable. He really wished that was the only thing he had to deal with. He'd gleefully take the 'L' on wearing some Goodnites and getting teased for that. That wasn't the problem he'd been given though. His problem was instead something from the other end, and as had been proven, Goodnites or Underjams were not sufficiently a solution. He didn't wet the bed, he pooped it. Not just a little bit that would leave a skid, but full-sized loads that required proper containment. This also wasn't an issue that he'd grown up with, but a dilemma that'd presented itself just a few months after his tenth birthday. The first time that it'd happened, he'd been sleeping in late on a Monday morning and his mom had come to jostle him awake. What a surprise it then was, for both mother and son, when she came into the room and caught a whiff of such a pungent odor. She'd initially thought he'd just been gassy, but after pulling the blanket off of him, the large bulge in the back of his pajama pants had told a different story. When he'd finally woken up, he'd been greeted by the same noxious odor, and his mother loudly chastising him with surprise in her voice. He'd been too groggy at first, but once he rolled over and felt the load smear against his butt, the situation became all too clear. "PJ, did you really go and poop yourself last night!?" He had to brush it off as a freak accident. Maybe he wasn't feeling well, or he ate something that disagreed with him. There was no way he'd had such an infantile lapse otherwise, right? But then it happened again, and again. By the third morning that he'd woken up to a pile of luggage in his briefs, his mother had gone and gotten a pair of Ninjamas from his bedwetting little brother's room. That'd been a cruel irony for the boy to face, since he'd been so cruel to the eight year old about his bedwetting. It was almost like the universe was punishing him! His brother didn't catch on at first, which was a positive. The only difference in the younger boy's life at first was simply that PJ made less jokes about his bedwetting, and he seemed to have less Ninjamas than usual. It obviously helped that they didn't share the same room. The Ninjamas seemed to be working out for a few days, but that would prove to just be a lucky streak. Ninjamas, like Goodnites or Underjams, could hold a BM if necessary, but they certainly weren't designed to defend against a backdoor escape in general. By his fourth poopy pair of them, he'd woken up to a massive blowout and a heavily soiled pair of pajamas. Of course that meant he needed an upgrade, or a downgrade depending on one's viewpoint. When he got home from school that day, his mother had been waiting for him in his room with a plastic package in her hands. Ninjamas had failed, and the future was something thicker and created with intent to contain all the logs he was sawing in his sleep. Diapers. Puffy, taped, white, and with cute little pictures on them. PJ had begged his mom to reconsider the Ninjamas, even suggesting that he could wear two at a time, but she'd sternly commented that she wasn't going to be doing anymore laundry. It was the same reason his brother had been put in the bedwetter briefs in the first place. So PJ, every night before bed, was getting put into a bonafide pair of crinkly babypants. All while his baby brother had the dignity of pulling his own protection on with the ease of underwear. It felt profoundly unfair, and it made PJ feel like a real baby. This bitterness was brewing within him now, this spite that made him resent that his little brother had been 'blessed' with simply being a bedwetter. He started to get more short-tempered and rude with the younger boy, becoming more prone to viciously mocking his juvenile Ninjamas or his chronic bedwetting. With PJ's smelly problem still a secret, he had the total upper hand in brotherly disputes! That was, until the time that his little brother had come in his room in the middle of the night. He'd come in sniffling and sheepishly murmuring something about having a nightmare; PJ hadn't been awake enough to adequately deal with the little pest, aside from some groggy remarks. "...Theo, you're not a baby anymore. You need to sleep on your own.." "Please, PJ? Just this one time? My nightmare was really scary..." "...Fine...Whatever...Just don't get my bed all wet.." PJ hadn't had the wherewithal to think about the fact that he was wearing a diaper under his pajamas, or the fact that he'd almost certainly fill it all the way with poo during his slumber. He only turned back under his blanket and allowed himself to drift back to sleep, while Theo got into the bed right beside him. Both kids would find their way back to dreamland, but it'd be Theo who would wake back up before the alarm was set to ring. The younger brother had stirred from the sloppy, gassy bluster that PJ was cutting right beside him. His disgust would have been the end of it, but he began to hear what sounded like crackling and plopping too. In his sleepy haze, Theo lifted the blanket up and watched as the a large lumpy protrusion was growing in the back of his brother's pajama pants. The boy reached over and put his palm on the growing mound, feeling the heat of the BM, and also the cushioning of the diaper. He hooked his finger on the pajamas and lowered them slightly, catching sight of the bulky white garment for himself. If he'd been more actively conscious, then Theo would have taken the opportunity to wake PJ up and righteously mock him for the display, as well as rip into him for being such a giant hypocrite. Theo instead put the blanket back in place and fell back asleep, which ultimately would place the event as a foggy dream when the next morning came. Finally, the alarm clock went off and signaled that it was time to get up and get ready for school. PJ let out an annoyed groan and reached over to smash the snooze; as he went to roll back into place, which smeared the stack of logs he'd cut, he realized that he wasn't alone in the bed. PJ looked in horror to see the snoozing visage of his baby brother! This was very, very bad. When had Theo snuck in here? How could PJ explain this? Their mother would be coming up the stairs shortly to check on them, and in PJ's case, to clean up his poopy bottom and dispose of his heavily soiled diaper. He didn't have time to make any plans. The alarm had pushed Theo to wake up, and the smaller boy yawned and began to gently stir. Immediately, the first thing that Theo was greeted by, was the overwhelming smell of poo. Theo wrinkled his nose at the odor, and it made him wake all the quicker, though out of panic. The younger brother was genuinely worried that he'd messed himself in his sleep! And while in big brother's bed to boot! His hand shot to his own padded bottom, but to his surprise, he only seemed to be soggy. "You need to get your pee-pants outta my bed and outta my room." PJ said curtly. Theo sat up, nose still scrunched up on his face and his eyes looking around for a source. "Don't call em' that! And...W-what's that smell?" "You either crapped your diaper or you were gassin' up your pants. Either way, I don't want it on my bed." Theo frowned and was about to crawl out of bed, his Ninjamas swollen and heavy; it was well past time to go get them changed and to start getting ready for school. But something about PJ saying 'diaper' made him loosely recollect the memories of last night. It felt like a dream, but now with these lingering fumes... "...Did you poop the bed?" Theo brazenly asked, causing his big brother's eyes to bulge. "O-of course not! I'm not a big baby like you!" "Then show me your undies. Prove it." PJ was swift on refusing the request, which ended up instigating a little wrestling match on the bed between the two padded boys. They rolled around and wiggled all about, their size difference being too minimal to give either boy too much of an edge. During the course of it, Theo not only had the smelly diaper inches away from his poor nose, but he accidentally pressed his palm to the squishy backside as well. Theo ended up getting the upper hand and he finally tugged down on PJ's waistband, revealing the loaded backside of a stinky diaper. The younger boy gawked at the sight and gave the lumpy seat a squeeze. "I-I knew it! That wasn't a dream! You really did poop the bed, and you're wearing a *diaper* too!" "..N-no..I...It was just..." PJ stammered, totally unable to defend himself. "And you were calling *me* a baby? At least I don't have to wear actual DIAPERS! And I don't go poopy in my pants either! You're a little baby poo-poo boy!" There at least wasn't too much time for Theo to gloat, since their mother was coming in the room, carrying baby wipes for her little bedmesser's mucky bottom. With the secret now out, and with PJ's naked hypocrisy unveiled, there'd be a change to the pecking order in this house. Bedwetter in Pull-ups was *miles* ahead of a pajama-pooper in Pampers, and Theo didn't plan to let PJ forget that.