Tale #24: Scout's Dishonor (Part 2)

Tale #24: Scout's Dishonor (Part 2) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, diaper change, humiliation, hypnosis via stuffed animal, ongoing story) "Ugh, can't believe I have to change your gross diaper..." His brother groaned, having returned with some supplies, while their mother went to put things in the car. Mark had been more interested in mocking Liam, rather than having to handle the fallout of the very thing to mock. This was a dirty job he could have gone without doing. "S-sorry, Mark. I didn't mean to.." Liam murmured, tilting his head to the side and putting his thumb in his mouth to console himself. Mark scowled and started to untape the loaded diaper, "Don't be sorry, just stop crappin' in your pants! I don't know why mom and dad just let you get away with it; you didn't used to have accidents like this." It would seem that Mark had been one of the least impacted by Teddy's widespread mental manipulation. Perhaps because Mark was already a jerk? Or maybe the older boy had some manner of resistance to the hypnotic charm of the stuffed bear? Liam took note of it, and unknowingly to him, so did Teddy. The smaller boy took his thumb out of his mouth and lifted his legs on his own, to give Mark an easier time of cleaning his muddy rear. "I dunno... It's kinda of hard to explain. I don't think you would believe me anyways." Mark blanched and grabbed a handful of wipes, "Depends. If you're going to try to make up something stupid, then I probably won't. Or maybe you just like acting like a big baby, huh? You *have* always been kind of a spoiled brat that wants things your way." "N-no! That's not it, I...Its...I don't do it on purpose!" Mark furrowed his brow, looking irritated by the answer. The older boy had definitely seen Liam seemingly soil himself on purpose, more than just once or twice; half the time, he looked downright happy to do it! He finished cleaning his brother up and slid out the smelly diaper from beneath him, only leaving a fresh one in its place. "You're so full of it, Liam! I've *seen* you do it, and not just on accident! It'd be bad enough if you were just incapable of acting like a big kid, but you can't say it's not on purpose when you squat down and just dump in your diaper with a big grin on your face!" Mark balled the messy diaper up and placed it next to Liam's head, quietly and spitefully trying to make him feel as uncomfortable as he did. "I know that's how it looks, but there's something else that you don't understand! Y-you're just not getting it!" Mark applied liberal puffs of talcum powder all over Liam's lower half, not having any care for being subtle about it. As far as he was concerned, the stinker probably needed all the protection he could get. "Oh yeah? Then just explain it! Even if its stupid, then at least it'll be out there." Liam quieted back down while Mark taped the fresh diaper closed. Did he dare explain his plight? He only understood a small part of it himself, since Teddy had kept him dazed do much in the last several months. He spent more of his waking life as 'Little Liam' than himself, and he spent his dreams in 'LaLa Land', so not even his unconscious mind was safe from the bear. He looked over at the teddy, which sat on the couch where he'd left it. Would the bear retaliate if he explained things to Mark? Would he simply not let Liam speak about it? Would he target Mark, much like he'd targeted Fritz? He'd need to wait until he could talk to Mark in private, where the bear was less likely to be privy to his motives here. Mark might be a jerk, but maybe he'd actually help Liam defeat the bear! That thought was comforting, but that plan would have to wait until things were safe enough to enact it. "..I...I don't wanna talk about it right now. Maybe later, after I get back from scouts." Liam finally replied, sitting up with a crinkle. Mark rolled his eyes, unimpressed by his baby brother's weaselly words. It sounded like Liam was trying to kick the can further down the road, and he knew he'd likely get another extension on the delayed answer later tonight. He started to pick up the powder and wipes, "Yeah, whatever pipsqueak. I'm super excited to hear what your big reveal will be; on the edge of my seat!" The older brother stood up and helped tug Liam up on his feet. "Just go throw away your poopy diaper. In the pail, not a trashcan. I want to have a few hours in the house where I don't have to deal with your stench." Liam picked the balled-up diaper off the ground, having to hold it carefully with both hands. Meanwhile, Mark was putting the supplies back in a diaper bag not far off, and returning to watch his TV shows. "And hurry up. Mom's already mad that you guys are running late." Liam left Teddy on the couch next to his brother and dashed back off to his room to dispose of the soiled garment. He didn't notice the predatory way that the bear had tilted its head to look at Mark, like a real bear sizing up its prey. The next few minutes were a race to the finish; Liam tossed the dirty diaper, got his shorts back on, put on his shoes, grabbed Teddy, and rushed out the front door with his mother. They were already behind, and the woman's stress was palpable. She got Liam strapped into his carseat, another flourish of the bear's influence. What had once been something as mature as a booster, had gradually been demoted back to the infantile shame of a bonafide carseat. Just like the changing table, the potty chair, the pacifiers and sippy cups... The trip to the meeting was quiet. Liam was anxious and his mother was irritated, so neither wished to speak; instead, the low lull of the car's radio filled the air. It wasn't until they were only a couple of blocks away, that his mother seemed to calm down and begin to ask if he was excited for another season of cub scouts. Liam would have been over the moon if circumstances were different. He'd genuinely loved the last season of cubs that he'd done, but that'd been as a big kid. Now with the terrifying ursine shadow of his stuffed animal looming over him, it seemed more likely that he'd hate every minute of this. "U-uhh, yeah...Just, umm, nervous I guess.." The boy mumbled, sipping at a sippy cup that his mom had prepared for the road, trying to calm his nerves with some apple juice. "I know it might be a little scary, sweetie. But you'll be having fun before you know it, and you'll make all sorts of new friends! Maybe you'll get to reconnect with some old ones too." That certainly didn't put the boy at ease. How was he supposed to present himself to the same kids from last year, now as a pathetic diaper boy? A pitiful pantspooper? They all would have progressed further down the maturity path, while he'd only gone backwards. Carrying around a teddy bear was already embarrassing enough, but once they found out what was under his uniform? Once he dropped a load in his shorts? Once Teddy decided to make him 'little'? He'd be the laughingstock of the whole troop! He nervously fidgeted in place, while his mother turned into the parking lot of the meeting place. Time to put those fears to the test, whether or not they were valid, he was very soon going to find out. "Okay, mommy. I'll try to have fun."