Story #52: The Wishstone 3: Aftermath

Story #52: The Wishstone 3: Aftermath (Content Tags: Humiliation, role reversal, mockery, messy and wet diapers, mental regression, reality alterations) (Storyline Recap: Danny is a clever preschooler who has found a magic 'wishstone' that will grant his every whim. He decides to use it on his bully of a big brother, Ty, to steal the older boy's pottytraining abilities.) ---------------- Danny was walking on air. That's what these new big kid undies felt like, at least in comparison to the bulky diapers and even the Pull-Ups that he'd just been in within the last month. On the other side, Ty was trudging through muck, or rather, *with* muck. He'd lost a lot in a relatively short time frame and he was still processing it. From his underpants, to training pants, and now his butt was taped back in diapers. It was like he and his brothers had walked past eachother on the pottytraining scale and totally switched spots. They had. Danny was fully pottytrained now, having the control that Ty once wielded, and Ty was left with the toddler-level toileting problems that Danny had been suffering. It hadn't even really been necessary for Danny; the tot could have easily instead just wished to be pottytrained, without dragging down his brother. Vengeance was a part of the plan though. Ty had been such an immature, bratty bully about Danny's poopy Pampers! His older brother hadn't even stopped his taunting once both of them were in Pull-Ups! Ty was peeing his pants a bunch by that point, or his trainers rather, and he'd still call Danny a dumb baby when Danny messed his own. Shortly after though, it'd been shown that the power of the Wishstone wasn't just switching their level of control...It'd also been dulling Ty's knowledge of anything pottytraining related. It'd been so effective that Ty had pooped himself because he forgot he had to pull down his pants before sitting on the toilet. The final nail in the coffin had definitely been their trip to the market, to get undies for Danny. That'd been the final vampiric drain from Ty, where Danny's potty skills had become resolute, and where Ty had become a truly hopeless pantspooper. Big dumb diapers for Ty, while Danny got rad new briefs. Danny still couldn't believe it was all true. All of his frustrations had finally been alleviated and his jerky big bro had been vanquished. With Ty a pitiful Pamper-packer, he had no confidence in his own authority over his 'little' brother. Any time that Ty tried to stand up to the tyrannical toddler, Danny was quick to remind him who was the one in diapers here. Danny used this new level of assertiveness to his advantage; as far as he was concerned, *he* was the big brother now, and Ty was the poopy *baby*. Many of the same humiliating harrassments that Ty had found fitting for Danny, the tyke was now recycling in revenge. Turnabout was fair play, was it not? "Get off the couch, stinky. No poo-poo babies allowed up there!" Ty looked flustered at first, and then angry at the command from the tiny tyke. He sat there on their blue sofa, blond curls still bedraggled from bed, and diaper on full display besides his pajama top. Before all this, Ty had always commandeered both the couch and the TV for Saturday morning cartoons, but Danny had come to decide that right was his. Danny put his hands on his hips and sneered up at his brother. "Hurry it up! I don't want you makin' my seat all smelly with your dookie diapers." Ty narrowed his eyes. "I'm still the big brother here! And I got here first, so scram, pipsqueak." "Mommy said you can't be on the couch if you got poopy pants, that's the rule!" The younger boy rebutted with a smug little grin. "Pee-pants too! Cuz you might spring a leak!" The curly-haired kid got red and leaned forward with an indignant fervor. "I don't have anything in my pants! I'm totally clean!" "How would *you* know, stinkypants? You forgot how to use the potty, so you probably forgot what doo-doo diapers feel like when you got 'em on! Not get off the couch and let big bro check your diapee." The harsh truths, such as that Ty's knowledge of toileting had seemed to leave him, or the fact that he'd pooed himself plenty of times now without really realizing it, were putting forth a compelling argument for Ty to submit. The blond looked down at the front of the crinkly garment and bit his lip, pining for a moment of the times when it'd been Danny looking like this. A tense moment of silence passed by, with Danny simply glowered up at his brother, with a clear sense of superiority. As it looked that Ty wouldn't comply, Danny suddenly pounded the sofa with his tiny fist and plainly stated: "**NOW.**" The diaper boy squeaked quietly, laughably intimidated by a boy half his age. He begrudgingly began to slip off the couch, going slowly as to not seem completely obedient to the tot's demands. "Good boy! Now we can check those icky Huggies you got on." Danny condescended, reaching out before Ty had fully made it off the couch and squeezing the plastic-backed panel of his puffy youth diaper. "H-hey! W-wait for me to at least get down!" Danny was disappointed not to feel any warm weighted goodies for which he could relentlessly mock Ty, so he'd just have to make some up. The smaller brat put a hand in his pocket, fishing around for the familiar sensation of the wishstone. The wishstone had its own aura; it felt warm and comforting in his hand, and using it gave him one hell of a dopamine rush. The smooth, pink orb had unfettered power and with that absolute power, it inevitably corrupted its user absolutely. It never stayed in the possession of one person for very long, always slipping away and finding a new recipient of its reality-warping might. The effects it had weren't measurable by any real means either, since the alterations to reality were only realized by the select few who were a part of the orb's orbit. For now, the stone belonged to a preschool menace named Danny, and Danny had deigned to use unlimited power to steal his big brother's potty mastery. Humble, but targeted and effective. Now though, Danny had decided to continue his campaign of pain. Clutching the pink pebble and inscribing his sadistic thoughts upon its eldritch eminence. Ty *would* have a stinky loaded diaper, and he *wouldn't* be allowed to sit on the couch. The changes were indiscernible to anyone except Danny. He could realize the shift that the stone produced as soon as his other hand was suddenly squeezing something big and mushy that his brother had been retconned to 'produce'. He hadn't simply made Ty soil himself, he'd rewritten history to say that his diaper had already been poopy without his knowledge. "Eww! That's a really big one, Ty! How'd you not know you had such a big poopie in your pants?" With reality rewritten, Ty had the honor of getting a big steaming pantload squeezed and therefore squished all across his rear. It was as much of an 'ewww' for him, as it was for Danny. "I-I didn't think...I didn't know.." He pitifully stammered in shocked response. "That's why you're a dumb poo-baby. Dumb poo-babies go potty in their gross diapers. Because they're too dumb to go in the big kid potty." Considering that Danny had only been in undies himself for a little while now, his discrimination seemed extremely hypocritical. In actuality, he was essentially mirroring the juvenile taunting that Ty had so long been the perpetrator of. "I-I'm not dumb! I'm not a 'poo-baby'! I know to use the toilet!" Ty fumed, just before Danny gave his lumpy seat another condescending squeeze. "Oh yeah? Well lemme see then! You looked like you were kind of lost the last time you tried to show me, and you don't really get those pottytraining books..." A rare instance of a 'hand-me-up', where all of Danny's pottytraining books and videos had been given instead to Danny, since he was the de facto potty failure here. Watching Ty make an attempt at reading those books was something truly hilarious to behold; he'd see the most basic representations of how to operate a toilet, and he'd usually end up soiling himself out of sheer mental strain. The guide to the toilet might as well have been 'quantum rocket surgery' written in an atypical dialect of ancient sumerian, for all that the clod could comprehend it. Just as Danny had ordained for him; the art of toileting was forbidden knowledge in this new reality, at least for Ty. Danny hadn't just taken the knowledge for himself, he'd literally pulled the empty 'pottytraining' folder out of the filing cabinet of Ty's brain. Learning it was literally impossible for him. "I can do it! I'll prove it!" Ty fussed proudly, ignoring every failed attempt that'd haunted him in recent times. Danny dutifully led him over to the bathroom, where the training potty sat adjacent to the real one. As soon as Ty saw it, he was already looking confused and trying to make excuses. "Well, I mean, I don't think I have to go again right now.." Danny shook his head, "You don't gotta use it. Just prove you know how." There was no way out of it now. Ty gulped and looked between the two toilets, wondering quietly if he could figure one out better than the other. He opted for the training potty; that one was for toddlers, so it had to be easier to operate, right? Besides, it looked like it'd been cleaned up and set aside since Danny's miraculous 'breakthrough'. Ty delicately nudged the little plastic potty with his foot and heard the dull thud of its emptiness. What was he supposed to do here? He leaned down and pressed his hands against the seat of it, his focused brow betraying the intense cognition being expended here. The older boy suddenly picked up the training potty and put it on his head like a big hat, he then turned to see the giggling visage of his bratty baby brother. "Pretty close, but wrong! Kinda makes sense for *you* though, stinkbrain!" Danny mocked, right as an explosive fart blasted Ty's diaper and finished itself neatly with a wet sounding plop. It was the culmination of the diaper dummy 'using the toilet', even if his configuration had been completely off. "And I thought you didn't really hafta go? Here, I'll give you a hint.." Danny walked over to the normal toilet and used his step to get himself up onto it. Then, as quickly as he'd gotten on it, he got back down and directed Ty to try. Ty looked embarrassed by the guidance, but that didn't stop him from going to the toilet and trying to emulate what he'd just been shown. He had just seen it, but now it felt like as if he'd 'watched' a heart surgeon and now was expected to match the skill level. He tried a few different things, sitting around the toilet or on the sides of it, each one ending with a smug 'Wrong!' From his brother. "I think the potty, even as a hat, is probably a little much for a poo-baby like you. You're never gonna get *these* back." Danny smirked, dropping his shorts to show off his cartoon printed briefs, a stark contrast to the stinky diaper Ty had on. Ty stood up quickly, glaring down at the little bully. "S-shut up, I can do it! I-I'm not stupid!" The boy huffed and turned back to face the toilet. Then, confidently and without doubt, he took a seat. "First you sit down!" Backwards. He sat backwards on it, with his puffy, lumpy rump pointed toward the smug spectator behind him. "Then you start to push!" Ty began grunting, putting his hands on top of the toilet's tank for balance, as raucous farts echoed inside the bowl. What followed was an uninterrupted stream of crackling as log after mushy log crammed almost effortlessly into the continously bulging bottom of his crinkling babypants. "T-then..! Y-you go number t-two!" The older brother's gassy ode to Lincoln came to a triumphant end, and one giant 'log cabin' now steamed snugly in the crinkly confines of diaper-town. For a blissful epilogue, the comparatively peaceful echo of his diaper getting soaked was a fine way to end his concerto of caca. "T-then...You go number one..." Ty looked over his shoulder, this time it was his turn to be smug! "See? Easy as pie! Told you I knew how to do this." Danny shook his head and came over, patting Ty's head. "Baby bro, baby bro...All you showed me was that you can make a lotta stinkies in your pants. If you used the potty, then your diaper wouldn't be so full of fudge!" Ty was dumbfounded, but lifting his butt off the toilet and feeling the immediate sag of his smelly squishies? Danny was right, he hadn't used the toilet at all! Just his diaper, again.. "Maybe since you're a poo-baby now, I think there needs to be some changes around here..." Danny crinkled his nose and then pinched it shut, "...And not just your smelly diapers!"