Tale #41: Bullying the Baby

Tale #41: Bullying the Baby (A poll-voted 'remix' for 'Bullied by the Baby') Content Tags: (Slice of life, training pants, forced wetting, forced messing, bullying, humiliation) Niko was nervous. Typically, the preschooler wasn't so easily shaken, but today was different. Today he was to be expecting the company of a boy several years older than him; from what he knew, it was the younger brother of his own older sister's friend. Big sis would have her friend over, and for reasons of convenience, that friend would have her baby bro tagging along. Niko would be expected to play with this plus-one for the next few hours. Now, Niko was no social recluse; the little boy was perfectly comfortable with playing with whoever would have him, but those kids were usually much closer to his age. This one would be a 'big kid', and Niko was desperate to make a good impression, so that he wouldn't be thought of as some 'baby'. His Pull-Ups made that troublesome. Be things as they were, Niko still wasn't all the way pottytrained. His parents didn't instill much urgency on the matter, and while most of his friends in preschool were consistently using the potty without incident, Niko hadn't felt *too* embarrassed to still be in training pants. It helped that he was far from the only kid in his class that wasn't sporting big kid undies. His playmate would almost certainly not have the same sympathy, nor would he be in the same boat. Big kids in big kid school were completely removed from such infantile concerns, with diapers being a distant memory of a lifetime long ago. Niko's mother hadn't given him the most inspiring answers either. The boy had asked that his status as a 'halfway-there kid' not be disclosed to the other boy, but she'd brushed off his concerns as silly. She didn't understand that the two boys were lightyears apart, and Niko really didn't want to look like a fool to someone so cool. The tyke took matters into his own capable hands. He hid any evidence of his Pull-Ups away, including the diaper pail that had yet to leave his room. He stowed it all in the closet and lazily draped clothes over the offending items. While he was at it, he tried to tidy up and put away any other things that might make him look bad, such as the more juvenile of his toys. A knock came at his door and he whipped around. "Niko, Ellis is here!" A moment after the polite knock, the door to his room opened, and he saw his mother leading in who he could only assume was Ellis. To the preschooler, Ellis looked huge and mature! To the woman leading him in, Ellis seemed only one rung above her own son. The older boy had his arms folded; the look on his face was one of someone who really didn't want to be here, but who'd ultimately had no choice in the matter. Ellis was around seven or eight, and really only a little under a foot taller, but he may as well have been a teenager for how insignificant he made Niko feel. "Niko, this is Ellis! He's Hailey's little brother. You two boys have fun, and come get me if you need any snacks or anything, okay?" Ellis gave a little nod and a mumbling of 'okay', and the woman closed the door behind her. Niko rocked on his heels, awkwardly smiling at the older boy, "Umm, hi!" The second grader looked around the room, visibly cringing at how 'babyish' it was. He was at an age where every tiny maturity milestone mattered, and it was clearly a slight against him, that he'd been paired up to play with a toddler. How could he be expected to have fun with someone so small! "Hi." He plainly, yet gruffly replied. The smaller boy fiddled with his hands, already recognizing how skeptical Ellis appeared. "So, umm, what'cha wanna play? I got some toys...P-pretty cool ones too!" Ellis' nose twitched. Being in the room for a few moments now, there was a certain odor that he could faintly pick up. It wasn't strong, but it was distinctly the same kind of smell that pervaded a baby's nursery. Hints of talcum and ammonia, with that subtle plastic fragrance that diapers had. As complex as it was, it only subconsciously nudged Ellis to look down upon the little boy; he couldn't actively identify it as a 'diaper smell', but he instinctively knew it meant 'baby'. "Probably just baby toys, huh?" The boy quietly scoffed, starting to idly walk around the room to get a better look at things. "N-no! I have big boy stuff, really...Like, umm, I got dinosaurs and cars and blocks and--" Before the stammering tot could finish, Ellis was already cutting him off, irritated by his squeaky little voice. "--Yeah, yeah, that's fine. I guess just get some stuff out." Niko beamed and went to open his toy chest. He'd show Ellis that he really was a big kid! He'd impress the older boy yet! Except those hopes were getting dashed to pieces, as soon as Niko was bending over to open up the box. "Is that...a *Pull-up*?" Niko's heart sank and he immediately stood straight back up. "N-no...I wear undies, j-just like you! Big kids like us don't wear stuff like diapers or Pull-ups.." Ellis sneered and snickered, "Yeah, I know big kids like *me* wear undies, but you're not a big kid at all, are you? You're not even pottytrained!" There was a hush that came over Niko for a moment. Things were going dreadfully, and he wasn't sure how he could course correct. Perhaps more fibbing? He had to think of *something* to throw the older lad off! "I-I am...I jus' ummm...Thought it'd be funny, to wear one. Like, a joke. Isn't it funny? Heh..." Niko wasn't convincing anyone with that, least of all Ellis. "Just a joke, huh? It'd be funnier if I could see the whole thing. Go ahead, let me see your funny joke." A moment of uncertainty gripped the little boy. Should he comply? Or was that just going to make things worse? He'd need to come up with an answer quick, and going off his gut instinct, he chose to drop his shorts and show off the 'Cars' printed Pull-Ups. Ellis started to laugh and point, "You're right, diaper-boy, it *is* funny!" Pink began to burn across Niko's face, but he still nervously laughed along with Ellis, still under the misguided impression that the big kid was laughing *with* him instead of *at* him. When Niko went to pull his shorts back up, Ellis stopped him and got a malicious little grin. "So, diaper-boy, you still go in your pants, huh?" "H-huh? Like, go potty in my pants?" Ellis gave a nod and prodded his finger at the garment, "Yeah. You wouldn't have to wear them if you didn't use them, right? You still go 'pee-pee' and 'poo-poo' in them, right?" The light pink glow morphed into a burning red, "N-noooo! I told you it was justa big joke! Really!" "Then finish the joke. Go ahead and go in your pants! It'll be *really* funny." The older boy attempted to coax. Niko was naive, but not stupid. By this point, he realized that Ellis was just trying to make fun of him, and that he hadn't bought Niko's little story for a moment. He shook his head, "N-no, I don't wanna do that.." That wasn't the answer that Ellis wanted. He furrowed his brow at the smaller boy and scowled, "Do it, baby. Go potty in your pants, or else." "O-or else?" Ellis punched his own palm and smirked, "Or else I'll make ya, diaper-boy. Show me what a dumb little baby you are." A trickle of warmth already began to pool around his groin from the fear of the threat. Niko gulped, his legs trembling as he began to more consciously relax his bladder. The crotch of the training pants slowly swelled with a dull hissing, a stain growing in the process to truly show what he was doing. Ellis doubled over laughing, while Niko was feeling smaller than ever, and his eyes became wet with held-back tears. "Hahaha, you're peeing your pants!" Niko sniffled and rubbed his sleeve across his eyes, thoroughly humiliated by the experience. He began to pull his shorts up again, but Ellis stopped him once more. "No, no, no. You only went number one in your pants. You still gotta go number two." Number two?! Did Ellis really want him to...? "B-but, I've been doing good at usin' the potty for that.." Ellis prodded the squishy, warm front of the Pull-Ups. "You already peed yourself. Just push and pretend you're on the potty." Niko had a feeling that Ellis wasn't going to let up on the 'request'. It was more embarrassing to poop himself though, since he knew his mommy would be disappointed at his backslide. The alternative of a physical confrontation was still more nerve-wracking though. The little boy clenched his fists and bent his knees. His toes curled against the carpet as he began to strain; he didn't have a strong urge to go, so this wouldn't be as easy as wetting himself had been. His face started to get more red with each concerted push, little grunts passed his pursed lips. Some toots started to slip out with the pushes. Ellis was still giggling quietly, seemingly happy that he'd been able to find some entertainment value in having such a pitifully mismatched playmate. The ruckus of an intense crackling soon came from the back of the boy's training pants. The sound of a large load crashing into the Pull-Up and forcing the garment to accommodate it was deafening in the close quarters of the bedroom. "Ewwww! Haha! You're actually making a big **poop** in your pants! You really are a baby." It was too late to stop anything now. With a final quaking grunt, the hot steamer pinched off and plopped its full weight right into the bottom of the trainers; the confident visage of 'Lightning McQueen' twisted and bulged with a large knobby lump. Niko took a moment to catch his breath after the exertion of the unloading, and he sheepishly looked up at his bully. "...T-there...I did it.." Ellis playfully pinched his nose, "Yeah, I know! You stink! Turn around and let me see, it must be huge!" The younger boy turned and gave Ellis a look at the tenting bump that the turd was making. With the more 'undies-like' construction of the Pull-Up, the bulge was a lot more obvious than what would have been possible in his Pampers of the past. Ellis cautiously prodded and probed at the messy seat with his hand, "Eww...Its all warm! You're so gross.." Niko fidgeted from foot to foot anxiously as Ellis inspected his handiwork. At least this was over now though, and he could go get his mommy to change him, right? "Now sit down on it." "..H-huh?" "You heard me! Dumb little diaper babies sit in their own poopies all the time, so..." He gestured to the floor, "...Sit." His mother would be even more cross with him if he made a bigger mess of himself! And he wasn't that infantile anymore, he went to get changes as soon as he needed them, like a big boy! Sitting in his own poop on purpose was something that a *baby* did. "No...I don't wanna do that.." Ellis frowned, "Well, you're *gonna* do that, got it?" With a shake of his head and a cross of his arms, his victim replied: "No! M'not gonna do that!" Ellis decided that if Niko wouldn't do it on his own, then he'd just have to make the boy do it! He grabbed Niko's from under the armpits and started to lift him off the ground, struggling with the preschooler's weight. "Yes...you...are!" He dropped Niko, who managed to land on his knees, bottom still unperturbed by the ground. Seeing the job wasn't done, Ellis pushed down on Niko's shoulders and began to force him further down. "Sit..in..it!" The smaller boy couldn't resist the other boy's superior strength for long and before he knew it, he began to feel the load in his pants hitting the carpet. Slowly but surely, the sticky mass flattened and spread out all across his bottom, until his padded posterior was flatly on the ground. "There you go, stinky. How's that feel, huh? All icky and gross?" Ellis sneered, snickering as Niko's lip began to tremble. His capacity for shame had been exceeded in less than twenty minutes, and as the floodgates opened from his eyes, the little boy screamed: "MOOOOMMMMMMY!!!"