Story #66: In Light Of

Story #66: In Light Of (Part 3 to 'In Spite Of' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, wet diapers, domination, humiliation, younger boy lording over old boy, mockery) Timmy didn't talk on the drive home. True to his word, Eric had changed the scared boy's full diaper and switched out his shirt for the embarrassing 'prize' he'd gotten for tapping out of the Hell House. Eric would pry under the guise of innocent small talk, but Timmy wasn't playing ball. That was fine. Seeing his baby brother get some much needed karma was a reward all on its own, made even sweeter by the fact that Timmy's shame had been discovered by not only his friend, but that friend's little brother. "Look on the bright side, Tim. At least you didn't leak! Wouldn't that be worse? Having to walk out without anything to cover those big ol' Pampers?" Just more seething silence from the boy in the backseat with his arms folded. Eric smiled, wondering for a moment if this should count as enough. His brother *had* been thoroughly humiliated, but he still hadn't come clean about being intentionally dirty last week, so could his lesson really be considered learned? "Probably a good thing I put you in your diaper though. I don't think my friends would have been happy to clean up after you...I guess you really do need them for more than just pissing in your sheets! First that poopy diaper you woke up with, now this..." Eric checked the rearview mirror again, seeing the younger boy start to blush and fidget where he was buckled in. "Just so many **accidents**, right?" Still nothing more than an irritated little huff from the sulking brat. Eric shook his head and turned down their street; it looked like he wouldn't be letting Timmy off the hook just yet. The boy was just too stubborn to confess his stinky sin. Eric parked the jeep in the driveway and killed the engine, "Well, a deal is a deal. I won't tell mom about this one. As far as she'll know, you had a great time." "...Yeah, kay.." Timothy finally muttered, opening the car door to slip out. "Since its already so late though, just keep the diaper on. No point in taking it off, just so I have to put it back on you in an hour." Eric stayed true to his word and Timmy went off to his room to try to shake the foul night aside. He'd later slip into some pajamas and get into bed, still thinking about what had happened, and what the consequences would be tomorrow, when Luke was sure to call him. Saturday morning came, and as usual, the blond awoke with a soggy diaper. He typically took care of it himself on the weekends, since the time-crunch of school wasn't a factor, so he headed off to take a quick shower. By the time his wet diaper was tossed in the trash, he had showered, and then gotten redressed for the day, he could already smell that somebody was cooking a late breakfast in the kitchen. If he had to guess, he'd bet it was his brother, who had also slept in. Timmy came down the stairs to grab a bite, and his hunch was correct about the chef, but he was still taken by surprise over who was already sitting at the kitchen table. It was Luke! Awkwardly waiting for his friend to come downstairs, politely refusing Eric's generous offer of pancakes. "Luke? Why, uh, why are you here?" Timmy asked, standing in the entry of the kitchen. "Well, I called, and Eric said you were still sleeping, but that you'd probably get up soon, and--" His older brother interrupted, "I told him to come on over. Its Saturday, you guys should be going out and having some fun! Not being a lazy-ass in bed all day." The teenager plopped a stack of pancakes on a colorful plastic plate and poured a cup of milk; he placed both on the table and ruffled Timmy's hair, "Eat up, baby bro. Can't go out and play on an empty stomach. I need to go work on a paper for school." With Eric's departure, Timmy somehow felt even less comfortable and quietly took a seat at the table. He started to dump syrup on the stack, "..Sure you don't want any?" Luke shook his head, "Nah, dude, I already ate..." The tension in the air was as thick as the maple in the bottle; Timmy knew what Luke wanted to talk about, but he just wanted to put the whole terrible night behind him. So the two boys sat in a mutual silence while the blond ate his breakfast, at least until Luke could no longer take the quiet. "So, umm, last night...What was the deal with...That?" Where to even start? With the fact that he'd been demoted from his Goodnites? Or that he'd spitefully pooped in his new diapers, just to get back at Eric? Maybe the fact that he'd agreed to wear one to the Hell House? The blond left his fork stabbed in the pile. "...Well, uh.. It's kind of a long story. Y'know?" Luke squinted at his friend, looking to be getting a little frustrated with how vague Timothy insisted on being. "No dude, I *don't* know. That's why I asked. Why were you wearing a diaper? I thought you wore those Pull-Ups or whatever, and just to sleep in.." It stung to have his former Goodnites be called something as preschool as 'Pull-Ups', but considering he now wore actual diapers to bed, his indignation had no legs to stand on. Luke wasn't going to let this die either, so Timmy sighed and began to explain, starting from the beginning. He talked about his Goodnites leaking and how his mom made him start to wear diapers; about how Eric had been the one to diaper him and why Timmy had intentionally taken a dump in them as retribution, which had led to his mother being concerned...Then he finished up with how his brother had cajoled him into wearing one last night, stopping just short of the part where he'd ended up needing it. Luke looked enraptured, but also pretty confused by the tale, and by how far his friend had been willing to go to be petty. "...And then you got scared and...Crapped your diaper? That's honestly pretty crazy bro, I mean, I thought the Hell House had some spooks, but me and my brother really didn't think it was all that scary..." Timmy's face got red and he reached for his milk, "W-well, my stomach was feeling weird, and I thought I had to fart, so it just happened by accident! I wasn't *scared*." Luke looked unconvinced but pivoted to his next point. "Anyways, you remember that bet you made with Aaron? Well, he's been talking about it nonstop since last night. He says you should come over today." The blond gulped down the rest of his milk and took his dishes to the sink, "Yeah, so? Just tell him that it ain't happening. What's the pipsqueak gonna do, force me?" Luke frowned and tapped his fingers across the table, "Well...He said if you welched on it, then he was going to go and tell all his friends about it. I tried to threaten him to not do it, but you know what a pain he is... I think you're going to have to do it, at least enough until he's bored of it." Was he really being blackmailed by an eight year old? It was as infuriating as it was demeaning, and crudely effective too. Third graders were loudmouthed; if Aaron started talking, the whole school would probably hear about it by Monday! With a heavy heart, and the knowledge that he'd have regret regardless of his choice, Tim begrudgingly agreed that he'd need to make good on the dumb wager that he'd made. He told Luke to wait a few minutes, and then they'd be able to head over to his house. The only problem now was that he didn't know how to put a diaper on by himself, and he wasn't about to ask his friend to assist. So he went knocking at Eric's door, with a diaper in his hand, and that familiar pink in his cheeks. His brother looked surprised at the sight, and even more-so by Timmy's explanation of what he needed help with. "...A bet, huh? You're not just afraid of going in your pants again?" Eric asked as he powdered Timmy and began to tape him up. "N-no! Aaron is just being a brat! He's saying that he'll tell everyone otherwise! This is all *your* fault anyways, for making me wear one last night!" Eric frowned and finished, "My fault? I didn't make you shit your pants, baby bro. If you're looking for someone to blame, find a mirror." Timothy got back up and pulled his pants back up, "W-whatever...I'm leaving now. I'll be back later." His older brother just shook his head as the blond took a leave, "Have fun, hope you liked breakfast." And the 'secret ingredient' that Eric had added, which should make the diaper a little more practical... Timmy tossed together a quick backpack with some clothes he had around his floor, thinking that he couldn't be sure what Aaron would be expecting him to do; things could get messy, in more ways than one. Unfortunately, one of those articles had been the shirt he'd won last night, which the younger boy would certainly get a kick out of. After he's gotten everything he thought he might need, for better or worse, he toddled back down the stairs to his awaiting friend. "Alright, let's go and get this over with." Luke couldn't resist taking a cursory look at Timmy's midsection, knowing that his friend must've gone and gotten diapered. Thoughts of how such a thing must feel danced in his head, since it was totally alien to a fifth grader at this point. "Yeah, maybe you can convince him to lower the bet to just today, or maybe you can bribe him or something." The pair of friends went outside, where Luke had left his bike. Timmy wheeled his own bike out and strapped on his helmet; sitting his puffy butt down on the bicycle seat felt strange, but not necessarily uncomfortable. It was like having some seriously plush extra cushioning! Timmy veered the conversation toward something more ordinary as they headed back to Luke's house, which was a few blocks away. It was better to chat about some idle class gossip, then to keep ruminating about the scenario at hand. It wouldn't last forever though, and Luke's house suddenly came into view. The parked and went inside, Luke giving Tim a small pat on the back for confidence. Luke's parents cheerily greeted the blond, who meekly returned the favor, and then hastily made his way with his friend toward the playroom where they'd usually spend an afternoon in front of some violent video game, while mocking Aaron for wanting to join in. Today would be very different. The only game on the roster was how Timmy would be played, since he'd be spending the afternoon as a diaper-clad 'baby-slave' to an obnoxious eight year old. Luke felt somewhat guilty about it too, because as much as he claimed to try to to stop it, he had kind of wanted to watch it play out. "Uh, Aaron, I brought Timothy over..." Aaron was playing a video game of his own, but he readily abandoned it to instead come look at his new 'toy' for the next week. "You mean 'Timmy'? Mister poopy-pants? Mister 'scaredy-baby diaper-dooker'?" Timmy's cheeks burned and he looked down, "...Look, I'm here, so let's just get it over with. You want me to bring you snacks or do your chores or something?" Aaron shook his head, "Maybe later. First I gotta make sure you're in uniform!" The boy gestured for the older boy to pull down his pants and then his briefs, which he begrudgingly complied with, letting the two brothers look at his crisp, clean babypants. The preteen's puffy Pampers interested the younger kid and he circled around, giving the backside a little pinch. "No poopies yet, huh? Did the stinky baby just get his diapee-change? Huh?" Timmy curled his fists, wondering quietly how he'd manage to survive a day full of this without decking this brat in his stupid face. He suddenly felt his butt get slapped in a somewhat aggressive way, producing a crinkle and a confused jerk of the legs. "I asked you a question, baby." Timmy gritted his teeth and nodded slowly, "Yes." "Yes 'what'?" "...Yes, I just got a diapee-change." Timmy repeated, eyes burning a hole in the ground. Aaron started to giggle, "That's too bad! Because the first thing I want you to do is to go in your diaper, right here!" This runt couldn't be serious, could he? Timmy's jaw just dropped at the juvenile request. The blond came back to earth when another resounding crinkle responded from his twice-smacked seat. Timmy turned his head back, giving Aaron a pleading look, "..I don't know if I really have to...Go. I don't think I could, in front of people..." The gears looked to be turning in Aaron's head. "Hmm...Luke can go get us some snacks, but you'll still hafta let *me* see it. Would it help if I went and put on my Halloween mask, scaredy-baby?" Timmy groaned, and Luke decided to give him at least some privacy, awkwardly mumbling about getting them some soda and chips, before heading out of the playroom. With just the two remaining in there, Aaron tapped his foot in anticipation. "Maybe you should close your eyes. I bet that'd help." Timmy sighed quietly, still in disbelief that things had gotten this far because of his big mouth. Deciding to try what the pipsqueak was suggesting, he closed his eyes and began to loosen up in an effort to relieve his bladder. Aaron stood in front of the diaper boy, and pulled out his tablet from the nearby drawers. He hit record on the camera and grinned like a loon at the 'insurance' he'd be getting. A hissing finally sounded from the front of the diaper, muffled and low at first, but becoming more splashy and powerful as the garment swelled up. Aaron got the whole thing, starting with Timmy's face, then the diaper, and then he zoomed in on the yellow stain once Timmy had finished, and then began to circle back around the preteen for part 'two'. "There's tinkles! Now time for 'poopies', baby Timmy!" This part was harder. The special ingredient in his breakfast wouldn't kick in until later, and while he *did* have to go, doing it on purpose was a struggle, especially with a crude audience. Timmy bent his knees a little and began to push, really having to try at it. He was rewarded with some gas, but he needed to push harder if he wanted more than that. The boy had to let out some strained grunts, before anything else of smelly substance could happen. Finally, a lump began to push out against the back of the diaper; it knocked once, then twice, until it concluded with a gassy, crackling descent. Timmy let out a big sigh to correspond with the big plop, "T-there...Happy?" "Almost...Now, tell me what you just did, Timmy? What are you?" Another sigh, this time more annoyed. "I just went potty in my diaper...I'm a stinky diaper slave." Aaron stopped recording and put the tablet away, with Timmy none-the-wiser about his shame being archived for later. "Good! Now you're ready to do whatever I say today! *And* for the rest of the week."