Tale #52: Taking Barney Home

Tale #52: Taking Barney Home (Part 3 and Finale to 'The Barney Baby') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, brain drain, brainwashing, diaper facesitting, role reversal) Brandon hugged the doll close to him, allowing latent drool to drip down onto it from his slackened jaw; he was in a pair of footed pajamas that bore the very image of the purple dinosaur he was holding, and which matched his diaper and what he was watching on the television. Hours after the arrival of order into the house, in the form of the belated nanny, and while Brandon wasn't in quite the same degrading position as before, it wasn't as if he'd stepped much up from it. His mind was still as mushy as he kept making his borrowed babypants, and the siren song of Barney was still keeping a claw in him. Kenny had thought that perhaps Brandon would improve upon being removed from the bouncer and from the many pairs of very dirty diapers that he'd been trapped in, but recovery looked to be very minimal so far. If anything, perhaps he'd gone from an infant to a two year old, though there was still time before his parents would be back from their trip. The nanny was befuddled by the situation, and she couldn't be sure whether Brandon was acting out, or if he'd really devolved after a week without proper supervision. In several ways, the distinction was unimportant; regardless of what was causing this behavior, she had to assume care for him, and if that meant treating him like a toddler, then that was what was going to happen. Brandon didn't seem to mind the humiliating way that he was being treated, except that he wasn't as happy to be torn away from the TV to eat or get his diaper changed. He'd put up enough of a fuss to get to finish his episode, regardless of the nuclear waste site that he turned his diapers into. Kenny on the other hand had started to distance himself from being treated the same way. He'd started the week as a number one Barney superfan, but after the sheer amount that he'd indulged in the dinosaur, he felt pretty burnt out on it. Seeing Brandon like this, as a drooling moron, also made him reevaluate whether or not Barney was age appropriate for a boy as old as he was. He'd never been one to crumble to peer pressure, but this was something different. It was almost like he was getting secondhand embarrassment from watching Brandon act like such a big baby; he didn't want anyone to think that he was the same as that, especially the nanny who'd already tried to coddle him because of his diapers. Those were something else that he was reconsidering. Kenny had been capable of using the toilet for a long time now, but he'd never had the inclination to give up his diapers if he didn't have to, but now that he was watching Brandon lift up his butt from the floor and sloppily expelling a big clutch of smelly, brown 'dino eggs' into his own diaper, while drool and boogers adorned his dopey face... Did Kenny really want to be like *that*? Now, to be fair, he didn't look mushbrained like that when he was pushing out cargo into his pants, but that didn't mean that the act itself wasn't something that people would have the same perception of. In an odd way of its own, Kenny's sense of shame was finally being developed, though vicariously through the older boy that he'd rendered into a short-bus baby-brain. It wouldn't necessarily be an immediate switch for him to make, after becoming so accustomed to unloading whenever he felt the urge, but it was the first time he'd ever felt like starting to use the potty like a big kid. The rest of the day had gone as could be expected; Brandon continued to slobber on himself and produce a neverending smattering of droppings in his diaper while watching his precious purple mascot, while Kenny went to go play video games or have fun in the backyard. Brandon's diaper changes were few and far between, due to his own whining, while Kenny would request a change whenever he had a genuine slip-up. That night, they would share the bed in Kenny's room. That was supposed to be the plan from the start for their sleeping arrangements, it just hadn't gone that way due to Brandon getting stuck in the bouncer all week. Brandon had been the one to complain about having to share a bed with a poopy diaper baby, but now it was Kenny who felt like he had reason to complain. Brandon fell asleep quickly, sucking on a pacifier and dressed still in the Barney pajamas that he'd been lent out of Kenny's closet. Kenny on the other hand had trouble getting to sleep, since the big baby in the bed was cutting loose a bunch of juicy farts right next to him. Kenny didn't think Brandon could become any worse of bedfellow to host, until the gas gave way to a familiar crackling sound, and he could visibly watch the backside of the pajamas beginning to swell out; Brandon was pooping the bed, something that Kenny almost never even did, and it wasn't just once, but over and over. It was an unpleasant affair, and one that made it exceptionally difficult to fall asleep to. Between the sound, the smell, and the warmth that was radiating off Brandon's rump in the close proximity of the bed, Kenny took at least another hour to finally drift off. That odor would be the first thing to greet him when he woke up too; it would seem that Brandon had gotten up before him, and was trying to get Kenny's attention, which came in the form of his smelly butt hovering right above the younger boy's nose. "Wake up! Wake up!" The older boy chirped, as more gas rippled into his fully loaded Pamps. "U-ughh...You're so gross...!" Kenny whined, trying to turn his head away from the sagging backside of the footed sleeper. "I don't wanna smell your poopy pants!" It was another fit of irony, considering how Kenny had pulled this maneuver in a much more malicious manner at the start of the week. That was probably where Brandon recalled it from in the first place! "...Yeah? I din't wanna smell yours either! Or wear them!" Kenny blinked. Brandon sounded much more lucid than he had before bed last night; perhaps a solid eight hours away from Barney had helped him to recover his lost faculties? "Y-you're not a dummy anymore?" Brandon began to lower his bottom closer to Kenny's nose, and the ripe fumes became more abundant. He'd woken up about twenty minutes ago, exceptionally confused about what was going on; he'd smelled his own poopy diaper and had initially blamed Kenny for the foul odor, until he'd rolled over and felt the mess smear across his tushy. The events of the week, at least some of them, had flooded into his mind. He couldn't remember the most recent things that had happened, since his mind had become too mushy by that point, but he could recall the terrible brainwashing that Kenny had subjected him to. "Guess not, Kenny! Guess that means your little plan to make me a big, dumb Barney fan didn't work the way you wanted." Brandon hissed, suddenly sitting his diaper right on the boy's face. Kenny started to squirm and fidget underneath the stench, and Brandon let out a sadistic cackle. "Guess that also means the tables have really turned, huh? And don't think I'm gonna let you get away with what you put me through." A gurgling fart came barreling out, and following right behind was a fresh volley of mush, which Kenny had to endure face-first. It was enough of a shock to the system, that Kenny lost control of his own bowels and felt something sticky begin to flatten out underneath his own buttcheeks. It was around this time, with both boys soiling themselves, that the door to the room opened and the nanny came in to check on them. She blanched at the sight, first thinking they were wrestling as boys tended to do, and then she caught wind of the odor. "Young man, we do not do that!" She chided, quickly coming over and lifting Brandon from underneath his armpits. "From the smell of things, it looks like there are two boys in good need of a fresh diaper!" There wasn't much to argue about there, though Brandon was going to use his newfound lucidity to make some kind of plea for why he didn't belong in diapers like Kenny did. "I don't need another diaper! I'm not a stupid little baby like Kenny is." As the woman unzipped his pajamas and saw the devastated condition of his Barney-printed diaper, she couldn't disagree more. She was surprised at how much smarter he seemed since yesterday, but decided that could only mean that Brandon had indeed been putting on an act to cause trouble. "Oh? I seemed to change plenty of stinky diapers yesterday that would say otherwise. Unless you want to tell me that Kenny was the one making all those messes in your pants?" In a way, the first change that she'd performed on him, that'd been at least partially the case. The dirty diaper stack had belonged to Kenny, not that one could tell, since Brandon had then heavily soiled them in the bouncer for the rest of the week. "Well, no, but.." "No buts, mister! Except yours in a clean diaper." She chastised, giving his squishy seat a firm swat. As promised, she got both of them changed into clean diapers and then didn't bother to give them any pants to cover up with. She commented that it was warm enough to go without, and that this would make it easier to check if they needed changing before their parents were due back home, which in Brandon's case would be earlier than expected. She then led them down to the kitchen, where a big breakfast had already been prepared for the pair. "Since you're wanting to act like a big kid again, you can feed yourself without any help, right?" Brandon was left blushing, while the woman walked away to go get some last-minute cleaning done. With a spoon stabbed into his oatmeal, he glared at Kenny. "Just wait until I tell my parents what you did to me. You're going to be in the biggest trouble of your life." He snarled. This presented a problem for Kenny. On one hand, the evidence of what he'd done was a little on the shaky side, but on the other hand, it would be a tough sell to say that Brandon had intentionally put on all those dirty diapers and gotten himself in the bouncer. The nanny didn't know either of them well enough to know any better, but Brandon's parents would probably be skeptical that their son would do something like that. Then again, maybe they'd think differently if they saw it with their own eyes? As Kenny ate some eggs, he glanced back to the living room; perhaps if Brandon was under the spell of Barney again, then his mind would revert back to the mushy form it'd taken in the latter half of the week? Brandon couldn't tattle on him if he was too busy singing along to Barney and dumping all those big boy thoughts out into the back of his diaper! Then, just with a little coaxing, maybe he could get some of this stuff to go home with Brandon and to help keep him subdued long enough to put Kenny in the clear... Brandon finished his breakfast and began to get up from his chair. "I need to take this dumb thing off; I don't want my parents to come back and see me wearing one of your stupid diapers." Kenny pushed his own plate back and also got up, "You know the nanny's not gonna let you." The boy interjected, starting to follow Brandon out of the kitchen. "You might as well just keep it on and watch some TV, until they get here..." The older boy scoffed and pinched the waistband of the large plastic-backed garment, agitated by the incessant crinkling sound it made with his every movement. "Keep it on? I don't want them thinking I've gone all retard like *you*. I'll just explain to the nanny that I don't need to wear it.." Things were happening fast here. Kenny did the only thing he could think to do, he grabbed the remote and turned both the TV and the VCR on. Barney came on the screen and Kenny pumped the volume up high; the sound of his voice made Brandon stop in his tracks. "...Wouldn't you rather watch some Barney while you wait for them?" He gently asked, seeing that it was having *some* sort of effect on Brandon. Brandon looked to be resisting the lull of the dinosaur, but as one of the songs started, he was swaying his head and his hips, and he began to lip the lyrics. After a couple minutes of standing there and staring, Brandon got closer and sat down on the floor to watch; his eyes were getting glassy and a small trickle of drool teased the corner of his mouth. Just as Kenny had hoped, reintroducing Barney was enough to reactivate the brainwashing. Brandon looked just as dopey and mindless as he had yesterday, which would be perfect for what would come next. A few episodes deep, the nanny answered the door and brought Brandon's parents in to collect him. However, when they came into the living room, they were greeted by the sight of Brandon picking his nose and softly grunting while he watched TV. Before they could properly react, really only getting out 'is that a diaper?' The boy was leaning forward. **BRAAAAAAP! PLOP!** Their jaws collectively dropped at the sight of Brandon dropping something in his bulky babypants; a giant turd had pushed out rapidly and created an unsightly bulge, which Brandon then carelessly sat back down on and flattened all throughout the back of the diaper. "Maked poopie for Barney..!" He stupidly chirped, gyrating his squishy bottom on the carpet. It would be at that point that Kenny gave them his heavily altered version of events that led up to this point, as well as offering to send Brandon home with lots and lots of Barney stuff. "You can have as much of it as you want! I guess I'm a little too big for Barney now, but I bet Brandon will love it!" And Brandon would, whether he wanted to or not. He was a Barney superfan now, he was a Barney baby.