Tale #32: A Diaper for Davis

Tale #32: A Diaper for Davis (A sequel to 'Bullied by the Baby) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, messy undies, wet undies, domination, humiliation, diaper sniffing) "N-no..! You can't tell anyone!" Davis anxiously pleaded as the toddler began to get off of him, thankfully taking the miasma of his loaded Pampers with him. Even with the drooping diaper taken away, Davis still felt his nose burning with a smell he wouldn't soon forget. "Why not, huh? You got poopy pants! Your pants got pee-pee and poo-poo in 'em! I dun' want you gettin' my room all dirty." Gus scowled, rubbing the back of his romper and feeling with pride the large load he'd made for his victim. Davis slowly got to his own feet. He was shaky and uncertain in his movements, not wanting the turd in his briefs to make any more of a mess for him. He could feel Gus closely watching him, amused at his humiliation and suffering. "P-please, I'll get in trouble if my mommy or my sister find out...I-I just need time for my shorts to dry, and umm.." The toddler snickered, wondering exactly what Davis planned to do to hide the luggage in the trunk. His urine-soaked shorts may indeed dry, but the large stool in his briefs wasn't going to magically disappear. He felt a satisfaction that he didn't have to worry about such things himself, simply being able to go potty in his Pampers whenever the need arose. "Hmm...I dunno...Maybe I could not tattle...But I dun' wan' you maki' an icky mess!" The tot tapped his chin, bumping his mushy rump against the wall repeatedly, enjoying still the ripe fruit of his labor. "...Maybe if you put on a diapee." The older boy blinked, thinking he must not have heard the little one right. A diaper? Only *babies* wore diapers! Not big kids like *him*. Then again, he didn't exactly feel like a big kid right now, and he certainly didn't smell like one. "Like...Over my undies?" Gus nodded and moved from the wall. He headed over toward the changing table that still signified the immaturity of the room's occupant and started to open the drawer. He pulled out a large pair of Pampers, just like the same kind around his own chubby butt, and he waved the garment teasingly in his hand. "Uh-huh! Dat way you won't make things dirty!" Davis was between a rock and a hard place; he could either get in trouble or take a blow to his pride. Either way the outcome would be unpleasant, it was just a matter of which fate was worse. "...Okay, I guess...But nobody can know! Only babies wear diapers and I ain't no baby!" If Gus knew how to roll his eyes, they'd be absolutely tumbling right now, but he just managed an unimpressed 'uh-huh' and motioned for his poopy playmate to come closer. The older boy obliged, cautiously toddling toward the changing table to take the diaper from Gus. Then Gus pointed to the wall and told him to face it and put his hands up against it. After spotting the confusion on his victim's face, he explained that it'd be easier to put the diaper on him if he was standing up, and that he'd padded up plenty of stuffed animals before, making the baby bully a veritable master. Davis sighed and did as he was told, putting his hands against the wall and leaning forward on it. Gus came behind him and first started by giving the big warm lump a gentle pat, "Wow! Big kids sure do make big poo-poos!" The compliment was lost on Davis, and Gus didn't wait for a response before tugging the boy's soaked shorts down his twiggy legs and around his ankles. Gus again probed the bulging fabric, now able to get a better look at what Davis had done under his command, and also what 'big boy underpants' looked like. "C-come on! Stop pokin' at it and just hurry up!" Davis bitterly snapped, his face red like a tomato at the toddler's exploratory fixation on his dirtied briefs. Gus narrowed his eyes and smacked Davis on the side of the thigh, "You tryin' to tell me what to do in *my* room? You wanna be sniffin' my poopie diapee again? Or maybe I shoul' get your diapee outta the pail, huh?" The threat of further smelly subjugation was more than enough to put Davis back in his place with a squeaky little 'no'. The rotund tot smiled at the older boy's quick submission and gave the thigh he smacked a gentle pat, "Good!" Gus unfurled the plus-sized Pampers and told Davis to spread his legs, to which the boy swiftly complied. The toddler then moved to the side of Davis and carefully threaded the diaper between the gap in his thighs, bringing the front and back upwards simultaneously. "Hold dis' part." He added, offering the front of the diaper to Davis. With a small sigh, Davis took one hand off the wall and grabbed the front of the diaper by the center, while Gus started to tug the back of the garment further up Davis' tushy. Then, he took the wings of the Pampers and tightly pulled them toward the front that Davis held, first taping one side, and then the other. Gus looked to be checking over his handiwork, but he was already smiling at how silly Davis now looked; the lanky lad was taller than the tot, but he was so feathery in weight, that the diaper was a perfect fit around his waist; no, if anything, the diaper was almost a little big! As evident by how tightly he'd had to pull the wings together. "Jus' one more thing...'Cuz yer' all super stinky.." Gus mumbled, heading back to the changing table to grab the finishing touch. Meanwhile, Davis just continued to awkwardly stand there, the poopy lump in his briefs now snugly held against his buttcheeks by the Pampers fastened around his waist. The thick bulk between his thighs wasn't something he'd felt in quite some time, since he'd been pottytrained at a more typical age than Gus, and he hadn't even been much of a bedwetter either. Gus finally returned and pulled out the waistband of the diaper. Davis was about to ask what he was doing, but he got his answer once he started to feel something cold getting puffed against him. Gus was very liberally squeezing the talcum bottle, filling the diaper up further and further with sweet-smelling baby powder. "Dis is what stinky diapers need!" After the tot appeared satisfied, he snapped the waistband back into place and gave the back of Davis' fresh diaper a solid smack; the garment crinkled, and powder puffed out from the top like he was beating a dusty rug. "Done! Now you won't be all stinky!" Davis thought he should ask if Gus planned to follow his own advice, since the boy's messy britches still gave off a powerful odor of their own, but he decided it'd be better not to say anything, lest he get put back underneath the lumpy romper. He started to pull his shorts back up, but Gus stopped him by smacking at his hands. "Nuh-uh! You're wet with pee-pee! You gotta take 'dem off till' they dwy." It wasn't the worst idea, even though that meant he'd have nothing to hide this humiliation. Davis relented and let them fully slip down, carefully stepping out of the soaked garments and then bending down to pick them up off the floor. "...Where should I put them, then?" Gus pondered, looking around the room for a safe spot, until he finally just pointed at the changing table. The soggy shorts wouldn't cause any trouble on top of there! Davis sighed again and started to waddle that way, having a difficult time with the newfound obstruction around his waist. He could hear Gus giggling at his the awkward way his legs pushed out, at the silly gait he now had. The supposed 'big boy' was walking around like a bonafide baby with a major case of diaper-butt! The older lad grumbled and tossed his shorts up on the changing table, hoping that they'd be dry before it was time for his mommy to come back to pick him up. "...Okay, there..." He murmured, turning back and seeing that Gus had followed him. The tot took his hand and tugged him away from the table and back toward the play mat where all the toys had been sprawled about. "Good! Now its time to sit down and make squishies!" Gus chirped, pausing for a moment where he stood, tightening his grip on Davis' hand, and helplessly knocking his knees together; a wet, very sloppy sounding fart began to gurgle and sputter in his lumpy seat, and it concluded with a happy sigh from the gross bully. Davis looked disgusted twofold, not just for the shameless gassy eruption, but for what the chunky brat was wanting him to do. He didn't want to sit down on the turd in his pants! That'd be super icky, and it'd only make a bigger mess! He started to complain, but Gus wasn't having any of it. "Sit. **Now**." He ordered, pointing at the ground and giving Davis a dirty look. "N-no, if I do that, then...Well, my undies will be all nasty and.." "NOW." Davis wondered if there was a compromise to be made here. He squatted down, which pressed the load more snugly against him, but it didn't mash things. "See? We can play just like this..." Gus didn't say another word, instead just waiting for Davis to squat lowly and then going behind him and beginning to press down on his shoulders. The tot's weight and the poor spot Davis was in meant he didn't stand a chance to resist, and his balance quickly crumbled. The bottom of his somewhat-bulging diaper met the carpet with a muffled squish and Davis felt the still-warm load flatten underneath his weight, spreading outward in his underpants. "E-ewww!" Gus came back around, while Davis was in a disgusted tizzy, and before the older boy could react, the toddler was jutting the back of his romper right into his face. Once again, the boy's nose was buried against a smelly diaper against his will, and before he could get away, another loud fart rasped against his nose. "Mmph! Dis' is what happens if you don't listen! I'm da boss in here! Got it?" Davis couldn't exactly reply in this precarious position, especially with Gus intentionally putting more and more of his lumpy seat's weight against the older boy. The only thing he could do was scoot back on his bottom, and as he did, he could feel the poop in his own pants beginning to smear and spread, just as Gus had wanted in the first place. Once he had fresh air again, Davis rubbed at his nose and scrunched up his face. Gus smirked and turned his head back, "...Got it? Or do ya gotta smell my poo some more?" Davis blanched and fidgeted in his crinkly prison, "..I got it." "Good! Now we can play."