Story #46: Not Their Intended Use (illustration)

Story #46: Not Their Intended Use ((Content Tags: Underjams, intentional wetting and soiling, laziness, humiliation in front of friends, punishment)) The fetid fumes had been creeping ever upward for some time now, like weeds up a wall. No matter the adjustments he made, pointing his nose up or changing his seating, he couldn't get the odor to stop assaulting his nostrils. It was impossible to escape, simply because that malodorous malevolence was stemming from *him*. More concisely, the source of these ills were from what he was wearing, and what he'd ended up doing in it. A garment like this wasn't really meant to hold up to the filthy bottom of a lazy lad, but instead only had intentions of keeping a bed dry during a leaky night. Aiden had seen untapped potential there. As much as he was embarrassed by the Underjams, and became indignant at any possible reference to them being basically diapers, he was now utilizing them as if they were exactly that. This wasn't the first time he'd done it either, though this was the first time he'd gone as far as to have a bowel movement in them. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at his computer, and he'd discovered a couple of months ago, that there was a way to extend his game sessions without getting up so much. The empty pouches of Capri Sun and cans of Mountain Dew that littered his desktop were explanation enough of why he would otherwise have to take so many detours; he couldn't be considered a reliable teammate if he spent half the matches having to go take a whizz. That's where the genius of his plan had come into play, as convenience was the mother of all inventions. Aiden, shamefully enough, was still a bedwetter. It wasn't every night, but it was enough times a week to justify wearing 'protection' to bed, and it'd been this way for a few years now. He of course hated this little problem of his, but he'd come to find the silver lining in it. So, every weekend, he'd secretly put another pair on in the daytime and would be soaked by the time he got called down for dinner. It'd been difficult at first to let his bladder go while awake and not at a toilet, but over time, he'd become more and more accustomed to the feeling. Online, his friends would be impressed by his stamina and would tease that me must keep an empty bottle by his desk, he would laugh nervously through the microphone and just reply that he had trained himself to hold it for a really long time. Peeing was one thing, but pooping was a line that he'd never considered crossing, until recently. His initial concern was that it would be gross, and that had shifted over time to thinking that it would be difficult to get away with; a wet pair of Underjams was expected in his trash, but a loaded pair certainly wasn't! He'd started to consider the idea a little bit more each weekend though, to truly be able to stay at his game indefinitely. That brought Aiden to today. He and his friends were going to a 'drop party', where high leveled players would drop rare loot for people to pick up, but the gimmick was not knowing when each item would drop. Going to the bathroom to take a dump could easily be ten minutes that lost him several great items. So an idea that he'd teased, quickly started to become a reality... In the middle of waiting, while talking with his friends in a group chat, Aiden felt a distinct cramping in his lower gut. Between gorging himself on Friday night pizza, and a hearty breakfast this morning, his bowels were screaming for relief. The boy looked at the screen, seeing all the possible loot he might miss, and he made his decision. It would just be this one time! And he'd be super careful at disposing of the sordid evidence! Nobody would ever need to know. So he muted his headset and took a deep breath. He got out of his chair and wiggled out of his shorts, to lessen any resistance he might run into. Much like wetting had been, it would be a struggle for him to be able to soil himself after years of potty-use. He gripped the back of his desk chair and began to bear down on his bowels, feeling he had a large load to unleash. It was only grunts and gas at first. His body was really trying to stop this abnormal rebellion! So Aiden had to bend his knees further and stick out his rump, really positioning himself like a naughty toddler. He listened to his friends still talking to eachother, them being totally unaware what he was in the middle of. It made him feel a little thrilled, to do something so bad with an unassuming audience in his ear. Aiden closed his eyes tight and gave some more pushes, each one more powerful than the last. Finally, he felt something starting to breach and 'touch cloth', this was the last moment he had to stop himself from pooping in his pants like a big baby... But the decision had already been made, and he went full-steam ahead in squeezing out this steamer. It was definitely an interesting feeling. Obviously part of it felt gross to his 'big kid' sensibilities, but much of the alien sensation felt pretty good, primarily in the ephemeral relief of emptying his aching bowels, though also in a more abstract way with how warm the solid he was making felt against his bottom. After the roadblock of the first turd in his Underjams, the rest of his voiding became much easier, and the garment began to bulge and sag with the weight of his waste. He caught a whiff before he'd even finished befouling himself. At first, it hadn't been too unpleasant, his mind still flush with the endorphins of evacuation, turning the pungent fumes into a subtle aromatic comfort. The whole experience made Aiden realize why so many toddlers didn't seem to care about having a poopy diaper. In the last pushes he'd made, the boy had lost control of his bladder, and the front of the already damp Underjams had swelled up with warmth. With everything now in the bedwetting brief, the boy let out an unabashed sigh of utter relief, in a state of bliss. "Hey, I think the drop party is starting!" Aiden joked internally that he'd just had a 'drop party' in his pants, and scrambled quickly to get back in his chair. He hadn't had any time to put his shorts back on, simply sitting back in his seat with a nasty squelch and the sensation of the immense pantload flattening and smearing all across his bottom. It felt disgusting! But...Also not that bad, kind of like sitting in a pile of hot oatmeal. He flipped his microphone back on and nervously returned to the conversation he'd taken himself out of. The drop party went by marvelously, with his team getting all sorts of rare items and having a great time. Even with a fuming pile underneath him, his room was filled with jovial laughter as much as it was filled with the smell of a dirtied diaper. He kept telling himself that he'd get up and go get cleaned up in 'five minutes', but that turned into nearly two hours, and things were beginning to become untenable for his poor tushy. He didn't get a chance to be responsible about it though. In the middle of talking with his friends, he must not have heard that his sister was trying to call him down for dinner. He still didn't hear as she knocked on his door, before finally just opening it in a huff and stomping in. "Aiden! Mom says you gotta keep your volume down so you can hear us! We've been trying to call you for dinner and--" The older girl scrunched up her nose at the offensive odor that the room had become permeated with, like it was a nursery with an open diaper pail. "Ugh! What's that smell?!" Aiden heard *that*, along with all his teammates. The boy quickly swiveled in his seat, forgetting that he'd forgone pants in return for picking up virtual loot. He was in such a panic, that instead of muting his microphone, he instead turned off the listening volume. "H-hey! Get out, Christina! You can't just come into my room without asking! I'm in the middle of a game right now!" The older girl's eyes trailed down, first thinking her little brother was hanging around in just his undies, until she realized that it was his special 'nighttime pants' instead, the ones that he screeched about not being 'diapers'. They were clearly wet, for one, and as for that smell... "Ugh, Aiden, did you **POOP** in your *diaper*? You're only supposed to wear those at night, and they're only supposed to be for peeing in! What do you think you're doing?" The boy looked gobsmacked and his shocked eyes followed hers to peer down at his clearly pissy Pull-Ups. "N-no! I didn't, I uh, I.." "**MOM!** AIDEN POOPED HIS PANTS!" The girl shouted, as if to give some update on why they hadn't returned to eat dinner. "No I didn't, s-shut up!" The younger boy squeaked, indignant at the accurate accusations, and oblivious that the whole thing was being broadcast to all his friends through his microphone. It didn't take his mother very long to enter the room too, with a perplexed look that quickly became additionally angry. "Why are you wearing your night-pants right now?! Its the middle of the day, Aiden! And--" She caught wind of the smell too, "Get up! Get up right this instant!" His mom tore the headset off of him and placed it on the desk, before forcing him up to his feet by grabbing him from underneath his armpits, like he was still a baby. His lumpy Underjams sagged blatantly while he was in the air, and all his fussing did nothing to stop this inquisition from going further. Now placed, feet on the ground, she turned him around and peeled back the waistband of the dirtied garment. "I can't believe this! Aiden, you are way too old to be pooping in your pants! Did you seriously put this on so you wouldn't have to take a break from your little video game?! That's something even a preschooler wouldn't do!" He could hear his sister laughing at the sight, and all his lame explanations fell on deaf ears. There really was no justification for doing this anyways, even as he tried to tell her how important a 'drop party' was, and that he couldn't miss even a minute of it. "I don't want to hear it, young man! You really want to act like a baby? Fine. You can pick your punishment. Either I'm taking away the games, or you can start wearing diapers full-time, since you'd rather just go to the toilet in your pants! What's it going to be?" "N-no! You can't take away my games! That's not fair!" He squeaked as she was starting to pull him toward the door, to go get him cleaned up. "Then I guess you're going to start wearing diapers, since that seems to be what you want! Christina, go put your *baby* brother's plate in the microwave, I don't want it getting cold while I give him a *diaper* change." All in the name of lazy convenience, this had backfired spectacularly. As much as he denied his Underjams being diapers, and now he'd be getting some real ones. Worse, he'd soon figure out that his friends had been privy to the whole thing. The myth of his 'ironclad bladder' was gone, they now knew he was just a diaper boy, and they'd let him know it at school on Monday.