Tale #43: Scout's Dishonor (Part 4)

Tale #43: Scout's Dishonor (Part 4) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, brainwashing, mental regression, ongoing storyline) It was something that Liam absolutely had expected to occur. After countless months of degradation at the hands of his little bear, what other outcome could have been predicted? Anywhere he went, no matter the place or the situation, his teddy was adamant to prod along his humiliation. A cub scout meeting was no different. There was no sanctity allowed of him, his little scout uniform, which in prior years he had been so proud to wear, gave no protection from the shame that was to be inflicted upon him. The responsibility of his role as a scout, the inferred maturity of these merit badges, meant nothing, and the steaming solid in his diaper was a prime example of why that was the case. Being a diaper-pooping baby was completely opposite to the self-reliance taught in scouts. His only solace in the moments passing since his dirty deed, was that his thick diaper was keeping the odor locked in, at least for the present. Given enough time, or further use, and it was all but certain that the stench would breach the puffy protective gates of his odor-guard and assault the noses of everyone he was surrounded by. What would happen then? Liam's mother might have spoken to the scout leaders about Liam's little problem, but his fellow scouts were currently ignorant to the juvenile garment that his underpants had been switched for since last year. Children in his age range weren't known for their empathy and understanding, and discovering a peer was still wearing diapers, that'd be 'game over' for Liam ever having their respect again. He'd been nervous enough last year, whenever the cub scouts did anything overnight, since he'd been wearing Goodnites to bed at that time. It was funny to think about that actually, to remember and pine for a time when his only problem had been wetting the bed every night. Being just a bedwetter sounded like a dream now. It would be a monumental accomplishment to return to that stage, instead of being a pantsfiller in diapers 24/7; to wake up with a wet Goodnite, instead of waking up in a well-soaked and lumpy-seated diaper. Would he ever return to something like that? Before he'd fussed and cried for his mom to buy him that Teddy in the shop? As he'd learned earlier in the day, he didn't even need to be under the influence of Teddy's spell to have accidents anymore; his pottytraining was just totally gone at this point, so even in the bear's absence, he'd still be a big baby. "You wanna, uh, partner up?" Liam blinked, torn from his frantic thoughts by the voice of his padded compatriot. He turned to look at Fritz, his expression clearly confused. "H-huh?" Fritz raised an eyebrow, "Weren't you listening? Scoutmaster said we had to partner up for the first activity. So, I thought, since we already know eachother..." Liam shifted in his seat on the carpet, feeling the hot solid squishing underneath him. He gave a curt nod, realizing Fritz would be least likely to give him grief once the smell eventually began to radiate from his bottom. "Uh, sure! What are we supposed to be doing?" Fritz gestured toward some of the back tables, which had been loaded with different crafting materials. "We're supposta decorate a doll, to use for some other thing that they didn't really explain." The two boys made their way to one of the tables, with Liam taking care not to get too close to any of the other scouts. He was also concerned that his diaper, now with a pantload, might be far too noticeable with these taut shorts doing their damndest to conceal it. "So, I'm thinking we give it some of those googly eyes, and maybe uh...I dunno, there's some glitter and some construction paper, and some clothes...What do you think?" Fritz asked as he began to accumulate an assortment of materials. Liam fidgeted from foot to foot, "Uhh...Well, we could make it look like something. Right now, it just looks like some bald, naked guy." "Oh, yeah...Definitely need some clothes and some hair." Fritz agreed, looking at the plain white doll template that every pair had been given to customize. Liam and Fritz began to get to work, but as they came up with ideas, it became clear that both of them were being subtly manipulated by their respective bears. The doll began to take the appearance of its creators, with attributes from each of them. The only common denominator was what the doll wore down below, which was a cloth diaper that Liam had fashioned out of some of the white fabric at the table. Once they finished and saw what they'd made, they both exchanged a grimace with eachother. How could this have happened? A little bear hoodie with ears? A paper pacifier? A plush diaper? It'd all seemed so natural in the moment! "That's an...*Interesting doll*, boys. Why did you decide to go with that?" One of the scout leaders suddenly asked from behind, peering down at the infantile creation. "...He's 'Baby Bear'! Like, for, umm...Cubs?" Liam lamely explained, his cheeks getting warm at the question. Fritz awkwardly nodded along, "U-uh, yeah! Because a cub is like a baby bear." The man chuckled, "Ah, I see! Well, carry on then. This doll will be something you boys will need for some of the other activities coming up, so you'll need to decide who it goes home with today." As the man continued along, Liam looked right at Fritz and offered a meek shrug. "Uh, Fritz...I know we haven't really talked much since that sleepover, and there's some stuff we probably need to go over...Umm, some 'bear' stuff." The other boy bit his lip, peering over his shoulder at the blue teddy strapped to his own bag. "Umm, okay...Like what?" "It's kind of a lot to get into right now. I was wondering if you'd want to come over after school tomorrow? Or maybe the day after, before the next scout meeting? My mom can drive us afterwards." Giving the doll on the table another look, and then peering down at the hidden bulk underneath his own shorts, Fritz gave an unconfident nod. "...Okay, I guess. We can meet before the next scout meeting; I think I actually have some questions, anyways." Liam had expected as much. While Fritz likely wasn't fully aware of the power that these toys possessed, he seemed to at least be aware that something was terribly wrong, and it had been since their little sleepover. The blond was primed to return to the task at hand, now that their rendezvous had been set, but he noticed that Fritz was wrinkling his nose and sneakily rubbing his hand across his own padded seat. "Hey, Liam...Did you, uh...y'know?"