Story #63: Choices Have Consequences

Story #63: Choices Have Consequences (A sequel to 'Not Their Intended Use') (Content Tags: Messy and wet diapers, diaper punishment, infantilizing, humiliation, diaper change) His mother had been serious. Aiden had really thought that her ultimatum was a bluff; deciding between getting to play video games and staying out of diapers, that had to just be her making a point, right? How could she possibly expect him to give up his gaming? So he'd picked diapers, forfeiting dignity in exchange for leisure, with the thought that he'd just get grounded or something. That wasn't the case though. Just as she said, she pulled him into the bathroom and gave him a 'diaper change', trading out his fully used Underjams for a pristine one from the package, and then she'd made him go sit at the dinner table in just that. His sister had made her quips, ranging between mockery and disgust, and Aiden thought that this was the end of it. Then his mother went to run an 'errand' and left his sister in charge. Aiden wanted to return to his game, mostly so he could apologize to his teammates for disappearing, but Christina had shut that down pretty quickly, with the excuse that she was supposed to be watching him. So instead, he had to sit in the living room, still wearing nothing but the Underjams, and play on his console instead. His sister continued to heckle him, making snide comments about how lazy he must be, to decide to wet and mess himself instead of getting out of his desk chair, and none of his petty explanations moved the needle on her opinion of him. It was admittedly a tough sell. He knew his sister didn't really play any games except for maybe 'The Sims', so how could she possibly understand the importance of what he'd been doing? His teammates had been depending on him, and those items were far too precious to ignore; if anything, wearing his own toilet had been the responsible thing to do! After a good forty minutes, Aiden heard the lock twist open on the front door, and his first inclination was that it meant he could go back to his room and hopefully still play a little on his computer before bed. His mother came through, carrying a bag with her, and Aiden was already starting to stand up and turn off his console. The red-haired lad began to trot out of the living room, without another word to his sister, but he got stopped as soon as he took his first step on the stairs. "Where do you think you're going?" His mother sternly asked, while Christina came to the entry way to watch the show untold. "...To my room? Christina wouldn't let me go while you were gone, and--" His mother held up the grocery bag and looked him right in his eyes. "Not yet you're not. We still have to go over your punishment, mister." Aiden's eyes went from his mother's irked expression, to the enigmatic bag, and then down at the Underjams around his waist. "...I thought I was already being punished, though..." The woman shook her head and grabbed him by the hand, taking him off the first step of the stairs, and she began to lead him back to the living room. "I gave you a choice, Aiden. Either give up your games, or start wearing diapers full-time, like the lazy baby you clearly want to be. Those nighttime pants aren't intended for what you did in them up in your room, so they definitely won't cut it for around-the-clock usage." Aiden suddenly had a bad feeling about what was inside that bag. If Underjams weren't enough, then that meant she'd gotten something more heavy-duty, which could only mean-- "..I didn't know they even made diapers big enough for kids as big as Aiden!" His sister suddenly announced, only adding to the boy's embarrassment. "They're meant for kids who *need* them, not for naughty little boys who don't want to stop playing long enough to use the potty." The woman answered, chiding Aiden on the process. She let go of his hand and put the bag on the couch, "Christina, would you bring me a bath towel? I'll have to get a proper changing mat when I go back out tomorrow." His sister happily agreed and went off to the bathroom to get what was needed, while his mother loomed over him with her hands on her hips. "...Still happy with your decision, Aiden? This is the last chance I'm giving you to change your mind." Aiden whimpered softly, fidgeting in place on the carpet. "Those are my only choices? Give up video games forever or wear diapers forever?!" Putting it all out there, the ultimatum did sound wholly unreasonable on just about every level. His mother had already known that, and hadn't planned for a permanent punishment either way; she'd presented the choice while in the heat of anger, but she'd had time to think it over while running her errand. She sighed and began to pull items from the bag, first being baby wipes and talcum powder. "Not forever, Aiden, but you understand that what you did was unacceptable, don't you? It isn't healthy to be so obsessed with a video game that you'd intentionally pee and poop in your pants, no matter how important you think something in the game is." Aiden sheepishly nodded his head in agreement, still thoroughly humiliated that he'd been caught in the first place. "Yes ma'am...I know I should have just used the bathroom. Night pants are just for sleeping..." Next she pulled out a tube of rash cream, which was actually welcome, since Aiden's tushy was still a little itchy from sitting in his own filth for so long. "That's right. So here's the real choice, and this is the last time you can change your mind..." Out of the bag came a package of youth diapers, which had a picture of a kid around Aiden's age on it, and the preview of the diaper itself boasted cute little Fortnite prints. "Either give up the games for a full month, or be a baby when you play them for the next three." Aiden looked taken aback, but this was still a better offer than forever. "Be a baby...? Like, wear a diaper?" She nodded and started to open up the package, "That's right. That means diapers if you want to play any games; on your computer, on the TV, on your phone...It also means some other things." That was cryptic, but it didn't sound too bad, right? Sure it was embarrassing as heck, but the boy honestly didn't think he could survive a month without any video games. Three months of sporadic diaper punishment on the other hand... "..That doesn't mean you get off easy the rest of the time. It'll mean no big kid underpants for three months too, so even if you aren't playing anything, you'll still have to wear *those*." She pointed down at his Underjams. "You don't have to use them, and I won't be happy if you do, but I can't trust you to be a big kid if you choose to keep getting so caught up in your little video games." She opened the package and began to pull out one of the diapers, while Aiden was looking simultaneously relieved and more anxious from the mixed bag of clarifications. "Oh, so I don't gotta use--" She cut him off, holding the puffy white garment up toward him, the colorful prints staring him in the face. "You *will* have to use these. When I said baby, I meant it. If you're playing a game, then the toilet doesn't exist for you; your toilet will already be taped to your bottom. You can't just 'pause' your punishment either. You're always complaining about things in your games having a 'cooldown timer'? Well this is like that. If you want to stop playing, then you can't play again for at least a couple of hours. Once you're done playing, you still can't use the big boy bathroom for another thirty minutes." She'd outmaneuvered him at every sneaky turn he thought he could take. He couldn't just take a five minute break and take off the diaper, he'd have to commit to wearing and using them for a full chunk of time, and with how much he liked to game... The other condition wasn't great either, because it meant he couldn't just hold it to the end of his session without having to wait another half-hour. His sister finally came back with the towel, still with that amused grin on her face. "I got the towel, mom." "Thank you, Christina. Now, Aiden, this is the last time I'm going to ask you. Once you pick your punishment, you can't change your mind." For someone sane, this should have been a slam dunk. The choice was obvious, right? A little break from gaming, or humiliation around every turn? But Aiden just couldn't shake the addiction, the pleasure of a controller in hand, or his fingers on a keyboard. "...T-the d-diapers.." He mumbled, eyes turned away. "What was that? Speak up and look at me while I'm talking to you." "D-diapers. I pick the diapers.." His mother looked disappointed, but unsurprised at his ultimate choice in the matter. "So instead of taking a break from your games for just a month, you're prepared to be a baby when you want to play them for the next three? There will be no exceptions, either." The boy's face reddened, "I-I understand." The lady sighed and took the towel from her daughter, laying it out on the couch. "Very well. I hope you learn something over the next few months. Now let's make sure these fit, and you might as well keep them on the rest of the evening, since I know you'll be going back to your computer." Christina snickered, and picked up the package of diapers to look at them, while their mother patted the towel with the expectation that Aiden would get on it for his first diapering. Aiden felt his heart skip a beat as the consequence of the choice really settled in his head. Lying down on the towel, he felt himself taking the plunge into a punishment that he didn't yet understand the gravity of. The clock had just started on the longest match of his life. His Underjams were stripped off him, thankfully still dry since he'd been put in them, and his mother slid the puffy diaper underneath his butt. She instructed him to raise his legs and proceeded to rub some of the rash cream on his poor backside, before applying a liberal amount of powder and getting him taped up. The whole experience had made him truly feel like a little tot. She told him to get up and move around, to make sure they fit alright. He could already tell how much thicker they were the the Underjams, his gait more noticeably altered by their bulk between his thighs. She seemed satisfied and gave him a condescending pat on the rear, "Alright. Lights off at nine, I'll be coming up to see if you need a change before bed. Otherwise you can just sleep in that, they're too expensive to be wasting." He didn't know it yet, but that line of reasoning would become more pronounced very soon. That thirty minute stop gap between playing and being allowed on the potty would very likely dissolved in exchange for him having to actually use the diaper before he could take it off. "I'll also be taking some of your allowance away to help pay for these." She added, picking up the bag and placing it aside for now. "..Yes ma'am." Aiden replied, scurrying off to the stairs, so this he could take full advantage of the last hour and a half of his Sunday night. Going up the stairs was more eye opening to how much more difficult to traversal that a real diaper made things. That wouldn't matter much though, right? It wasn't like he had to do a lot of walking around to play a game, unless he was playing with VR. He made it back to his room, which had mostly aired out by now of his fetid fumes, and he plopped back down in his computer chair. He wanted to apologize to his friends, both from purely online and from school, about disappearing without saying anything, but everyone looked like they'd logged off. Aiden frowned, but decided that he'd just have to apologize tomorrow when he could talk to them all again. Soon, Aiden became entangled once more in the game that'd been the source of all this trouble, and time began to fly. It wasn't until about an hour later that he began to realize that he was well past his usual 'evening BM', not to mention his bladder had begun to ache. He looked at the time and contemplated things. He still had thirty minutes of gameplay he could use up before bed, but then he'd also have thirty more minutes where he'd have to hold it, and he'd already be expected to be asleep by that point. If he quit the game now, then he would still have enough time for the big kid toilet before bed, but... Thirty minutes of gaming was thirty minutes of gaming, and there was still all this drop party loot to look at. The ginger leaned back and relaxed his bladder, feeling the front of the diaper begin to swell with warmth. Aiden decided to wait a little longer on soiling himself, since he didn't want to have to sit in his mess longer than necessary. Another fifteen minutes though, and the cramping was becoming uncomfortable; he *could* easily hold it longer, but it'd sour his gameplay... Aiden got off his chair, controller still in hand, and he began to push down on his bowels. It was too much trouble at first, still being something foreign to him, but then he bent his knees lower and things started to get moving. A large mushy load bore down on the marshmallow valley of his diaper and came crashing down like the world's slowest cataclysm. He found himself softly grunting, holding his breath during each forceful push, his toes curling at each strain. Little by little, the back of the diaper grew a bulge, until finally the surge happened and brought with it a sudden rush of speed in the dirty descent. There was an short, sharp toot and a pile began to form below his rear with a longwinded crackling. "...Ugh, you're so gross, Aiden." His sister suddenly said from the doorway, "I just came to remind you its almost time for bed. I guess mom has her work cut out for her..." Aiden felt his ears getting hot with shame and he stood back up straight, his diaper having some sag to it now. He didn't have any witty response, nor the energy for an indignant outburst, he just gave her an embarrassed look and then turned back to his monitor. Three months of this. Had he made the right choice?