Tale #16: If You're Going to Poop Your Pants... (P2)

Tale #16: If You're Going to Poop Your Pants... (P2) (Content Tags: Pantspooping, messy underpants, public humiliation, discipline, diaper punishment) Jayden felt that his tummy had grown tumultuous in the time it'd taken to fill half the shopping cart up. The boy was far too disgusted by the idea of using a public toilet to speak up about his awful cramping, and he'd been relieving the pressure gradually, with quiet toots throughout the store. They luckily hadn't stayed in place long enough on any of the aisles for his indiscretions to be criticized, but things weren't getting any better for his aching gut. His aunt remained oblivious to the uncomfortable look on her nephew's face, more preoccupied with her shopping, and his cousins were distracted by all the things they kept pointing out that they wanted. Dylan was going from shelf to shelf, letting loose a barrage of questions then pleas on whether or not they could add it to the list; meanwhile, Stevie was seated in the cart itself, playing with the items that got put in. Then there was Jayden, meekly walking alongside the shopping cart, with his hand obediently held onto the side. As they turned to a new aisle, Jayden again tried to lessen the pressure by letting out some gas; only this time, it was instead a jet of magmatic mush that sputtered into his childishly printed underoos. His expression immediately soured, like he was sucking on a lemon, and his face tilted down at the tile floor. He could feel the warmth of the sticky ooze on his bottom; it wasn't a huge amount, but it was enough to make things uncomfortable, and was enough to make him seriously worry about whether or not his aunt would notice. Jayden hadn't forgotten her stern warning about finding him diapers, from the last accident he'd had a couple of days ago. He didn't fully believe her threat, since it sounded so absurd, but he still didn't want to face her wrath again. He walked as normally as he could for the next two aisles, knowing he was only staining his poor underpants worse with his lack of ginger movement. The smell wasn't enough right now to be noticed, but Jayden had concerns about how that'd hold up in the car. Nearing the end of her lengthy list, the woman finally took the trio of boys to the little toy aisle, where an assortment of plastic trinkets awaited, as a reward for their good behavior. "..Alright boys, go and pick out a toy for each of you. Stevie, just point to what you want." His moody malaise was interrupted by the sudden permission. What little boy wouldn't be jazzed to be told that he could pick out a toy? He let go of the cart and followed Dylan over to the shelf to see what their options were. Stevie got a plastic dinosaur, unsurprising considering his recent 'dino phase', but choices were more difficult for big boys like Jayden and Dillion. Jayden was burdened by such an expansive amount of options, but his similarly aged cousin had gravitated a little more quickly to picking something 'violent'. Dylan giggled and pointed a plastic dart gun around, gesturing and posing like he was some action movie hero. The woman coaxed Jayden to hurry up and make a choice, as she started to push the cart down toward the end of the aisle, with the emphasis being that he only had until she got to the other side to make a choice. Dylan didn't stick around with his fickle cousin, instead still playing around with his toy gun alongside the cart. Jayden nibbled the tip of his finger, eyes darting around and desperately trying to become decisive on this. Finally something caught his attention: a little toy dump-truck! He had an affinity for vehicles, especially ones used for construction or trains. With a giddy grin, he began to squat down on his haunches to pick the toy up off the bottom shelf. And it all just started to come out. His eyes bulged at the same time that his briefs began too. It was like someone had left the soft-serve machine on in his britches, and Jayden could quickly feel a warm pile of muck beginning to plaster his butt as it spread all throughout the backside of his certainly stained undies. It didn't take long, maybe only ten seconds, but it felt like a mortifying eternity. Jayden clutched the truck in his hands and slowly began to stand up, treading carefully to not upset the cataclysm resting in his seat. This had gotten a whole lot worse, and infinitely harder to hide from his aunt. He carefully caught up to his relatives, finding walking more of a chore than before, and more difficult to disguise with a sloppy mound of muck in his pants. His aunt began to sniff the air, the fumes starting to waft up, but her first inclination was to look down at Stevie. "Alright boys, I think I need to get Stevie's diaper changed, so do either of you need to go potty before we go check out?" Dylan chirped a 'yes' and Stevie looked confused that he was being called out, beginning to glance down at his shortalls with a skeptical eye. Jayden was relieved to a degree, already beginning to formulate how he could secretly clean up in a stall and ditch his poopy underoos. It'd be his only chance here! "Mommy! I din't go poopie!" Stevie suddenly tried to clarify. Jayden froze, watching in sheer misery as the woman lifted the tot out of the shopping cart and gave the seat of his pants a good whiff, coming up short on the pungent odor in the immediate area. She gave his padded bottom a squeeze, just to make sure, and frowned as she lowered him back into the cart. "...Jayden? Is there anything you want to tell me?" The little boy gulped and looked away, only replying by shaking his head bashfully. He heard her get closer and could feel the woman looming over him like a dark cloud. Dylan was already sticking out his tongue in disgust, making comments about how gross his cousin was for pottying in his pants all the time. Before he could deny such spurious claims, he felt the elastic waistband of his shorts getting grabbed and stretched outward, his aunt getting a plain look at the miserable state of his underoos. "Unbelievable...! When did this happen, young man? Why didn't you ask to use the bathroom? You just decided to poop in your underwear like a baby would?" She expected an answer, but the little stinker was silent. Irritated, she finally reached down and gave a firm swat to his mushy seat, resulting in a horrid squish as the pile spread further inside his poor undies. "Well? Answer me!" Tears began to well up in Jayden's eyes and his voice crackled, "..I..I didn't...I didn't mean to..." That wasn't a good enough answer for the woman. She grabbed him by the wrist and glowered down at him, "I told you what would happen, Jayden! If you pooped your pants again! You're much too old to be doing that! Or obviously not, I guess, which means it's time to go find you some *diapers*." "N-no! Please! I won't do it again! I promise!" His promises rang hollow, and tears began to streak his blushing cheeks as she marched off with him to the diaper aisle. Dylan was laughing and saying how Jayden deserved it, and Stevie seemed happy to share something with a bigger kid. Jayden had played chicken and lost, and he was about to suffer the consequences.