Story #79: The Shame He Wrought

Story #79: The Shame He Wrought ( Part two to 'The Diapers He Bought') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, role reversal, diaper punishment) Colby's time in diapers hadn't been a happy one. That initial pantload that he'd made in front of his cousins had set the tone, and things were only getting worse with each passing day. Dakota was fully aware of the power he held over his older brother, and since Colby would be stuck in diapers for as long as Dakota kept having accidents, the younger boy had made absolutely no effort to better his control. If anything, Colby suspected that Dakota was soiling his Pull-Ups on purpose now, in addition to his accidents. Their parents weren't noticing any irregularity to the pattern of accidents, but then again, they were also now dealing with diapers from Colby. Colby was totally barred from the toilet. His diapers had become his toilet, regardless of his otherwise flawless ability to use the bathroom like a big kid. With the last few days of school passing by, his briefs had been officially confiscated and the diapers had been put in their place. If he wanted to start the next semester without them, then he'd need to spend the entirety of the winter break figuring out how to get out of this. He was expected to go through the whole pack of diapers regardless, but as long as he didn't try to hold back, that part was an achievable goal to make in the few weeks he had. The part about his brother's own accidents improving was where Colby would run into the problem. If Dakota didn't improve, then it wouldn't matter if Colby satisfied the first requirement of his punishment. Reconciliation seemed impossible, at least this soon after the horrible stunt that the older boy had pulled at the birthday party, which only left might as a viable option. Trying to strong arm his brother into improving, through intimidation and force, had its own problems. Dakota was being given creative control over Colby's punishment, which is how he'd gotten banned from the toilet in the first place; with that control, it meant that whatever Colby could do, his brother would be able to retaliate on a punitive level. There were really no good options, at least none that had readily presented themselves. It'd been stupidly easy to put himself in this situation, but now it felt stupidly impossible to get out of it. Colby had created this for himself. He'd carefully shaped the shame to his own liking, with the awful want to hurt his brother's feelings, and now he was the one living in this cage of indignity. It hadn't really hit him until a series of increasingly embarrassing events began to happen to him. The first had been just a couple of days after Dakota's birthday, when the two boys had been taken to spend the afternoon at their grandparents' house to make Christmas cookies. Colby had obviously begged for a reprieve from his Huggies, but that'd quickly been shot down. Worse, afterwards he'd be in a sour mood, and he'd made a nasty comment when Dakota had suffered a genuine accident in his training pants. Colby's malice earned no favors, and Dakota promptly mentioned that the diapered boy couldn't really empathize unless his own bodily control was altered. After all, Colby might not be allowed to use the toilet, but he could still hold it until he had a less embarrassing opportunity. That'd started the little supplement regiment for the older boy. Every day he'd be given extra fiber and a little natural laxative to keep his control muted. The first day of it, he'd been given the concoction before going to make the cookies, and he'd instead made a heaping batch of 'Christmas fudge' in his diaper at the table. Dakota stayed squeaky clean for that entire visit, and Colby ended up being the one crapping his pants. All the goodwill with his grandparents, that he'd built up in terms to his maturity, it had all burned up in one exceptionally messy explosion. The second shame had been at the mall a week later. They'd only gone to see a movie, but afterwards, his little brother had pointed out that there was a line to sit on Santa's lap. Colby crudely commented about how Dakota must be a big baby if he wanted to do that, but the younger boy had smirked and said he thought that Colby should go. Again, Dakota was the arbiter of his brother's punishment, so their mother took them into the line to see the mall Santa. This wouldn't have been so bad, except that Colby had been doing his best to keep his pants clean for the duration of their public outing. He'd had to relent some on his bladder, but his semi-soggy diaper wasn't where his concern was really focused. Colby really had to take a dump. He'd felt it near the end of their movie, and he'd already cursed himself for pigging out at the food court for lunch, but he'd thought he could at least make it until they got home! Now? Now things were much less certain. The line of snot-nosed brats took forever to wait in, and by the time it was his turn, Colby was only barely hanging on to his tainted control. Ever since his daily regiment of bowel-stimulating supplements had started, Colby had been having an increasingly difficult time. Beforehand, he could have easily held it in for hours, like any other kid his age could, but that time frame was getting smaller by the day. Dakota prodded him forward, smirking and commenting about how he needed to ask Santa for what he wanted. Dakota was taking full advantage of the role reversal, and was definitely looking to take things further than Colby had. The older boy huffed, but toddled up to the man in red, clearly too old to be doing this. Mall Santas were well trained for sensitivity and inclusion, so the man brought Colby up on his lap without any raised questions, even when it became apparent that the boy had a soggy diaper underneath his pants. It was most likely that the man thought Colby was mentally addled, and with the diaper, maybe that was the best assumption to leave him with. The jolly actor asked Colby what he wanted for Christmas, and the boy had to take a moment to think of an answer. He also didn't have a moment, because he'd finally reached the end of his rope with keeping his bowels under control. Right there on Santa's lap, he couldn't hold it any longer, and he pushed a giant mushy log into the bottom of his oversized Huggies. The sound of the turd's gassy escape and the bulging of his diaper made it all too obvious what he was doing. The man didn't act too surprised, instead letting out a wholesome chuckle and patting Colby on the head, making a comment about putting some more diapers under the tree for him. The third big event in this vignette of humiliation had come just a couple of days ago. Him and Dakota had been playing outside in the fresh snow, with a couple of their neighbors coming out to join them. As was bound to happen, the four boys started a little snowball fight. Colby's diaper was well hidden by his thick snow pants, which really helped, since his bowel control had diminished even further by this point. He'd started to target his brother more pointedly in the snowball fight, trying to take out his aggressions in a sanctioned way; at one point during the war, he'd gone too far and stuffed a giant snowball down the back of Dakota's pants. Their neighbors laughed at the sight, since it looked like Dakota had a load in his pants, they were reminded of the sight they'd seen at the boy's birthday party earlier in the month. Colby had been laughing too, a little too hard in fact... **BBLLAAAART!!** In his mirth, he'd shaken something loose, and Colby was suddenly erupting like a volcano into the backside of his puffy diaper. The garment swelled and protruded with the girth of his enormous loaf, creating an even larger bulge in his own snow pants than what the snowball had made in Dakota's. Dakota immediately capitalized on it and grabbed a hold of the lump to show the other two boys, and before Colby could react, his brother was tugging down his pants and showing the poopy diaper off to the gawking neighbors. So that'd been two weeks of embarrassment. Two weeks that felt like two months. The only light at the end of the tunnel for him was knowing that Christmas eve would see some joy with their parents giving them gifts. Their cousins had returned for that evening, making it a full family event with the kids unwrapping stuff. Colby expected a new console or a new bike, something to that effect. Instead, the first gift he unwrapped was a pacifier. Then plastic pants, then a onesie, then some blocks... ...All while each present that Dakota unwrapped was something that should have gone to Colby! New games, new clothes, a new Playstation! Colby couldn't take it. Once he'd unwrapped his last gift, and had seen that it was a big box of diapers, the boy went ballistic. So emotionally disrupted by the disappointing night and already angry from every indignity that he'd brought on himself, he began to throw a teary-eyed tantrum; complete with screaming, whining, and pounding his feet on the floor. And to cap off the whole thing, Colby started to poo in his diaper during it. Sloppy sputtering and squishy plops punctuated each infantile phase of his meltdown, much to the bewildered amusement of his extended family. Dakota made a comment about those extra diapers coming just in time and their father picked the boy up to go put his stinky butt in timeout. Colby sat in the corner, smelling the fumes of his own making, while he listened to everyone else having a good time. He quietly sniffled and squirmed, wondering why he'd ever bought these diapers in the first place. This whole chain of events had been his own doing. This was the shame that he'd wrought, he just hadn't expected that he'd be the one to endure it.