Tale #13: The Cub (Picture)

Tale #13: The Cub That time of year had come again, for the first time since this whole life shift had started. It was scout season. Liam had done it for the last few years, finding fun and self-importance in the silly little tasks and games that they'd play, but this year was hitting a little different for the boy. If his parents hadn't clearly been affected by the presence of the bear, then they likely wouldn't have signed him up again for it, due to his current...Issues. Whether as punishment or as a social mercy, their diaper-wearing, pantspooping son wouldn't be going anywhere near something like scouts. But that wasn't the case, and thus, his uniform had been neatly folded and left on his bed, so that he could get ready for the first meeting. Liam was in another rare instance of semi-lucidity, with Teddy sitting on his dresser, and the boy sweating the thought of what his day would be like. Except for the youngest of the kids, nobody else in scouts would have these 'potty problems' and they definitely wouldn't be decked out in jumbo sized Pampers. This would have also been moot if he had expectations of seeing classmates or neighbors at the meeting, since those would already be kids who were well aware of his backslide, but he'd never shared a scout group with someone that he knew from somewhere else. It wasn't exactly the height of popularity as a group or an activity, and it mostly drew in dorks, so it was no surprise that the sampling would be so niche. In an ideal situation, that would be positive, but Liam knew enough about his 'Teddy problem' to know that it'd be impossible to keep his secret through a whole meeting, let alone the season. The blond bounced between his heels, wearing nothing yet except for long socks and his currently clean diaper. He was stalling the inevitable. "What's the matter, baby bear? Aren't you excited for cub scouts?" Liam tried to close his eyes to somehow shield himself from the stuffed animal's otherworldly voice. He didn't want to look over at the bear, or acknowledge it in any way. He knew he couldn't stop the toy from influencing him though. "Aren't you going to look at me while I talk to you?" There was a pause, and the saccharine voice took a turn for the more hostile. "...I'd be careful, baby bear. I can make your first meeting much, **much** worse." The honesty of it was something that seemed new, and it was enough to force some obedience from the boy. Liam gulped and opened his eyes, looking over at Teddy. "S-sorry, Teddy. I, just, umm...I really don't wanna do scouts in, umm, diapers.." The bear cocked its head, expression unchanging. "You won't just be in your diapers, sillyhead! You just need to get dressed!" Liam felt his limbs move to accommodate the 'suggestion', and sluggishly, he began to get his shirt on. Then, with nervous fingers, he got his ascot situated around his collar, all while trading anxious glances with his plushy. Oddly enough, the bear wasn't clouding his mind. Liam felt *some* unnatural compulsion, but not the usual kind, where he was completely under the bear's tyrannical paw. Maybe that was more embarrassing? Without that mental fog, Liam had to feel every bit of this shameful situation. He had to stress over how this meeting was going to go, and the secret he'd try to keep. Liam got his sash next and looked at the badges he'd earned from the last time he'd done scouts. It was hard to believe that he'd been so independent and 'big' enough to achieve so much last year! At least when he compared it to how he was now: dumb, wimpy, and infantile. He looked at the pants now remaining on his bed and sighed quietly. He very much hoped they'd be an extra size up, to accommodate the crinkly garment he had on below. The boy sat on his bed and began to pull them up his legs, frowning at the realization they were indeed a little too snug for his liking. It might not be immediately obvious that he was diapered, but it didn't really properly conceal things either. He slid off the bed and checked things out in the mirror, running a hand down his puffy rump. Now he just needed his belt. He noticed it wasn't on the bed anymore and he began to search his room, soon discovering it'd fallen on the floor after he'd gotten on the bed. As he bent down to pick it up, he felt a powerful fart sputter into his clean diaper. The little blond froze, eyes wide in shock, and mouth hanging open. It felt unusual to him. In almost every case that he pooped his diaper, it was while under the spell of the bear, but this...He was fully cognizant, fully in control! His actual bowel control had regressed so severely, that he couldn't stop himself from starting to squeeze out a giant turd into his seat. "N-noo! Nngh!" He pitifully groaned, closing his eyes shut as his legs quaked and the back of his pants started to tent out with a large lump. The steamer was long, and he could feel it struggling to properly cram itself into the cushioned confines of his crinkly diaper. "Uh-oh! Baby made a big stinky! And I didn't even have to tell him!" The Teddy giggled, a spectator to his shame. It was demoralizing. Even if Liam could shake the bear's grip on him for good, he'd still be left a diaper boy for as long as it took to pottytrain himself again! He tried to shake the prying thought, instead thinking that he needed to immediately go let his mother know about his 'poopie', so that he didn't have to go to his meeting like this. He grabbed Teddy off the dresser, having no other choice, and began to waddle out of his bedroom.