Tale #73: The Audition (Part 1)

Tale #73: The Audition (Part 1) (The third chapter in the 'Faulty Models' storyline) (Content tags: messy diapers, humiliation, abusive mother, forced to act like mushbrain, teasing, bullying) Sitting in his own steaming hot pile of excrement had been a torture. No matter how he shifted his position, he couldn't make it comfortable for himself; every movement was accompanied by the feeling of the poop mashing around and smearing further across his bottom. It was only by the grace of all the talcum his mom had used that he wasn't getting a diaper rash from it. The smell was the worst part. The fumes were inescapable, and he couldn't block them out, no matter how he tried. He plugged his nose for a while, but it wasn't long until he couldn't rely on that to save him. Julian understood what the point of it was; his awful mother wanted him to 'suffer for his art' and 'get into character'. She was making him play the part of a retard, so that she herself wouldn't have to get a real job, and that meant sitting in his own poop. Mission accomplished: Julian *felt* like a retard. It was humiliating that he hadn't been able to hold it long enough to use the toilet, and it was humiliating that he'd even allowed himself to get put into this role in the first place. If he'd been able to cut out the accidents, and he hadn't given up on his fitness routine, and if he'd never pooped his pants at that one shoot in the first place... Then he wouldn't be sitting in his own filth right now and he wouldn't be expected to drool and pick his nose at an audition later. A part of him knew that blaming himself was unfair to do. He'd lived with emotionally stable adults for a long enough time to see how his mother was completely unjustified in any of her terrible behavior. She was a narcissist and she was using him for her own selfish greed, without any care as to how he felt or what the long-term damage would be. Still, years of her abuse had left him unable to properly defend his own sense of self-worth, so he found himself thinking that this was all his fault. For Julian, the blame to lay the finger on was square in a reflection. His own poor behavior had landed him on this towel in the living room, where he was forced to LARP as a poopy diaper retard. His hope would have been to at least endure this shame in privacy, but with things again shifting in the household, his big brother would not leave him be. Leon was still upset that he'd had to eat a cold-cut sandwich, while Julian had been given a giant ordered meal; that jealousy that sparked all of this was bubbling to the surface again. "Ugh, it smells like shit in here." He heard the teen's voice from across the room. Leon didn't know much about his brother's current situation; he knew that the boy had been recently demoted into actual taped diapers, instead of the training pants he'd been having intermittent accidents in, but not about what his new gig was supposed to be. As the teenager came closer, he could see that his preteen brother was sitting on a towel in front of the TV, and that his formerly white diaper was lumpy and staining brown in multiple places. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together on what smelled like shit. "Nasty..." Leon quipped as he walked up on his brother, eyes lowering and focusing on the clearly dirty diaper that Julian was wallowing in; as accident prone as his brother had become, this was still a bit excessive compared to the norm. "You just aren't going to go change, or what? You're basically sitting on a mountain of poop and just chillin' in front of the TV." Leon scowled. "I'm not allowed to change." Julian softly lamented, giving the older boy a pained look. His stomach still hurt from the overindulgence he'd been forced to undergo earlier and he'd been cutting ripe farts ever since he'd sat down. "What's that supposed to mean? Mom's going to be pissed if you're stinking up the place." Julian slowly shook his head; he *wished* that was the case, that his mother was completely opposed to him sitting in muck. "She's the one who said I can't change. I'm supposed to be getting ready for my audition..." Leon squinted at what his baby brother was trying to communicate. "You're not making any sense, Julian. Getting ready should mean getting dressed and cleaned up, not sitting in just a dumpy diaper and watching Cartoon Network." The younger boy's ears burned red and he looked down at the towel he was kneeling on. "...I'm supposed to act like I'm dumb." Leon rolled his eyes, "Yeah? Well, you're doing a great job. Now get up and go take a shower or something; you reek like a daycare dumpster that got set on fire." Before Julian had to explain any further, the voice of their mother rang out behind them. "He's not to change until we're nearly ready to leave. He still has...Twenty minutes to go." She said, pulling out her phone to check the time. Leon turned to his mother, still looking confused. "Uhh...Why? The stench is disgusting." "Your brother has to get into character for his audition. He's to be the next big face of the premier diaper brand for special ed classes nationwide!" Hearing it put like that was soul-crushing; Julian *knew* that was the case of what was going on, but it being put into such a plain and concise statement was a shock to the system. The boy felt his gut clench up and flutter. **PPRRTRTT...! SPLAT!** The sudden juicy rasping of slop being sputtered out into his diaper was enough to catch the attention of the two; Leon reeled back in disgust from the rude noise, while their mother just smiled knowingly. "That's good, sweetie. Keep it up. Mommy's going to go finish putting on her makeup and then we'll get a tidy diapee for you to put on." The woman cooed, taking her exit to leave the two boys alone with the fumes in the room. "...Was she serious? You're going to be the poster boy for, like, retard diapers? Like the kind you'd wear on the short bus?" His tone was dripping with condescension, but there was also some disbelief sprinkled in. "I don't really wanna talk about it." Julian fidgeted in discomfort, feeling the newest muck warming his sticky pile. He'd disassociated the concept of the job ahead in order to mentally handle it; he knew that if he got this job, then his face would be plastered everywhere that these diapers were advertised. He'd be completely conflated with the product, which had never felt like an issue with any other product he'd advertised for. "Yeah, well I guess if you're supposed to be a moron, then you *can't* talk about it. Should I switch your cartoons over to something more fitting of your brainpower?" Leon laughed, only halfway joking about it. The teen fortunately grew tired of dealing with the smell and left his younger brother alone, but not before ruffling his hair and wishing him luck with his audition; telling him to be the best 'special' little boy he could be. Not much longer than that, his mother finally came back with a fresh diaper and allowed him the mercy of a change. Freshened up for the task ahead, his overalls went back up and she grabbed a bottle out of the fridge to take with them. As she got him situated into the car, she handed him the bottle and instructed him to be finished with it before they reached the parking lot of the audition. Julian took a cursory sip at the bottle and twisted his face at the strange taste. "I hope you spent your time figuring out how you're supposed to act. I don't want to think what kind of scraps you'll have to take if you can't land a big name job like this." Julian would have been devastated to hear that when he was in the peak of his career; now, after having a taste of a normal life, he had nothing but fear of his mother's reprisal to fully motivate him. Fear had always been a prime component, but now it was the only thing that kept him playing along by these unjust rules. Her threat actually made him want to laugh a little. If modeling literal 'retard diapers' wasn't the bottom of the barrel, it it wasn't already a 'scrap', then what could possibly surpass it in indignity? Truth be told, unless the hierarchy of diapers for mushbrains went lower, there was nowhere to go but up. He didn't say any of that, but it did make him wonder if it might be worth the punishment to intentionally bomb this audition. It was obvious she would be pissed, but she'd still try getting him work, and that other work would *have* to be better for his mental health than *this*. If he were to fail the audition on purpose, then he'd have to at least make the failure look organic. Incompetence was punished, but being willfully disobedient would get him punished on a level that he'd never had to deal with. While quietly going over these thoughts, he kept the bottle to his lips and gradually drank down the bitter beverage inside. It wasn't easy, on account of his stomach still hurting from lunch. His mother kept talking, but he mostly spaced out. Her little lectures all blurred together for him, and the end result was always a push for him to do better, with explicit threats peppered in to 'motivate' him. If he'd heard one, then he'd heard a thousand; all he had to do was mindlessly nod his head and say 'yes ma'am' occasionally. They eventually parked in the lot and Julian had finished his bottle just in time. He began to get out of the car and his mother told him to just stand outside the door for a moment; she fished something out of the back and turned to him with it in her hands: it was a harness that attached to a leash, like what you'd put a toddler in when going somewhere they could run off. Still, he had to address it: "...W-what's that, mommy?" She began to get it put onto the boy; as she snapped and fastened everything into place, she answered him: "A leash. Your acting needs to start before we even go inside. Got it? They won't pick you if you're not a good match for the product." Julian still wasn't even clear on how accurate his acting would be; he was a preteen, not a developmental psychologist! He only had the most offensive stereotypes and the least flattering cliches to turn to, which meant his portrayal may very well come off as a caricature of what being 'special' was. As she led him across the parking lot, both figuratively and literally on a short leash, Julian could feel his tortured gut beginning to gurgle again. Some short wet toots blasted his diaper as he walked along and he winced at the feeling. He knew better than to ask to use the toilet before the audition, but he at least decided he would try to keep accident-free throughout all of this. His mother wanted him to mess himself on set, but that could be where he sabotaged himself! He could act like a dummy the whole time, and just never dump in his pants, and that'd probably be the edge needed to get the vaunted 'don't call us, we'll call you'. After a brief check-in with the secretary, the director from earlier came out and greeted the pair. As he was leading them down a hall, he mentioned that the boy's mother would need to come with him to discuss a few points they'd missed in the initial interview; the man stopped in front of a door and motioned to Julian. "This is the dressing room that we'll get him prepped in; he can wait inside while we have a quick chat. My son's inside and keep an eye on him for a few minutes." Julian expected to see a young adult, or even a teenager, but inside the room was the mischievous grin of a boy that was at least four years younger than him. Julian's mother nudged him inside and tied his leash to the chair, before pushing him to sit down on it. "Keep him out of trouble, Andrew. We'll be right back." The man told his son, before leading the woman out to go have their discussion. It was only a moment after they'd left that Andrew was beaming with a malicious smile and approaching. "So you're the dummy that's gonna wear those big stupid diapers on TV?" Decision time. Did Julian retain some pride by acting normally and keep his cover as a mushbrain, or did he get started on acting the part and let this smarmy brat walk all over him? "What's wrong? Too stupid to talk?" He knew he was going to regret it, but he ended up splitting the difference. He had to keep a certain level of respectable defense, but he still tried to 'dumb' himself down in the process. "Me not stupid! Me very smart!" Julian fumed, folding his arms. That got a giggle out of the smaller boy. "Smart? Yeah right! You're about to walk around in just a **diaper**." Another gassy eruption rumbled the back of his diaper and Andrew started to laugh even harder. Julian felt his cheeks get hot and his fists clenched up; he could deal with the abusive derision from his mother or even his brother, but he refused to take it from a half-pint too! "S-shut up! I'm not really--" He was starting to admit the truth when another powerful fart caught him off-guard. The pressure in his bowels was skyrocketing, but he wouldn't give Andrew the satisfaction of seeing him poop himself! "N-not really a...Nggh.." He squinted an eye as another cramp stopped him. The boy leaned forward in the chair and felt a cold sweat on his brow from the discomfort of trying to hold back. Julian was in such a state of unfocused misery that he was starting to drool on himself for real, not that he seemed to notice. "N-not...Mmph.." "Spit it out already, dummy!" "N-NOTTA--" **BRAAAAAP!** "R-RETARD!" **PBBHHLRRRRT!** A large sticky mass pushed itself out and caused his diaper to crinkle as it filled out the back of the garment; Julian could feel the warmth of it spreading further and further, the undersized overalls causing more compression in the back. It was ironic. Once he'd finally decided to drop the act and tell the truth, his body had made it so his truth wasn't even recognized as such. Andrew wasn't going to believe a word that Julian said, now that the older boy had slobbered over himself while loudly filling his britches with a giant load. "Eww, so gross! Did you really just poopie all inside your pants? I knew you had to be a dummy, but I didn't think you actually needed to wear diapers! Do you got a diaper on right now?" "N-no..I.." He bit his lip and another juicy fart ripped against the fresh mudpie he was hauling. Andrew obviously didn't believe him and the boy got closer to see if he could spy a poopy diaper beneath the overalls. "And here I thought it'd be borin' to come to my dad's job today!"