Tale #6: Ensnared by a Hare

Tale #6: Ensnared by a Hare (Content Tags: Hypnosis, mind control, brain drain, messy training pants) "Hippity hop, hippity hop! The little baby bunny makes a big, squishy PLOP!" Bailey Bunson was a meek little boy; he was sensitive, anxious, and less mature perhaps than other kids in his grade. His interests and habits skewed younger, and being so petite or dressing so 'cutesy' didn't do him any favors either. Adding to this unintentionally soft aesthetic was his fair skin, pink eyes, and pale white hair. While he was easily unnerved, Bailey still had a fairly cheerful demeanor otherwise; he was chipper and loved to smile, which was a distinct contrast to his twin sister. Hailey was his opposite in most every way. On the physical end, she was taller than him, had darker hair, and blue eyes; in terms of personality, she was bossy and abrasive, unafraid of anything or anyone. They didn't necessarily get along, but Bailey had long realized it was easier for him to just roll over and acquiesce to whatever she wanted of him. Another prominent difference was that Bailey had a... 'nervous' or 'excitable' bladder, one which he forfeited control of in certain emotionally charged situations. It was rarely some torrential flood and often came more in the form of an unexpected dribble or spurt; like a leaky faucet, instead of a super-soaker, at least during the day. His less abnormal bedwetting and his more peculiar daytime pantswetting culminated in the easy decision to keep him at least lightly protected at all times. For Bailey, this came in the form of cloth training pants. He wore them with plastic pants to sleep, but only needed some moderate absorption capability during the day. They looked like normal briefs for a kid his age, except for the fact that they were significantly thicker, to account for all manner of incident. For Hailey, it was just another thing to rib her twin about, and another strong reason that she should be the dominant force between the two; she was only a few minutes older, but she was bigger, more controlling, and didn't pee in her pants, so this dynamic was only natural. Their classmates, their teachers, their neighbors, and even their parents treated Hailey like she was a few years older than Bailey, rather than minutes. This helped to explain why Hailey got more practical and mature gifts on their birthday, whereas Bailey got things decidedly more childish...This year had seen such gifts from their grandparents: a stuffed, soft pink rabbit and a pair of matching pajamas to boot. While any other boy his age would be rightfully incensed by such a demeaning gift, Bailey had been genuinely happy with it. Though maybe he could at least consider that the pajamas were a little much, being footed, while his sister's pajamas were a much more dignified two-piece set. Bailey hadn't even gotten the benefit of staying up for the entire evening celebration. It'd gotten 'late', and due to his bedwetting, he had an earlier turn-in time than his sister as an attempt to help against it. So by nine, he was getting ushered off to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. As per his nightly routine, he put a pair of white plastic pants over his (thankfully still dry) training briefs, and then he put on his new pajamas. He had to admit that they were rather cozy! He got into bed, the plastic sheets crackling underneath in unison with his plastic pants. The boy snuggled tightly against the stuffed bunny he'd just gotten and slowly drifted off with a small sense of pride that he'd officially hit double digits today and also hadn't had any accidents! Things were looking up. That night brought him bizarre dreams. He was hopping along in a forest, wearing his new pajamas, and following after the stuffed rabbit brought to life. It felt incredibly vivid and made his head get real fuzzy. The dreamscape came to a close as he followed the rabbit all the way to a fast flowing stream; the final thing he heard was the rush of the water in front of him. Bailey woke up the next morning, already able to feel that the front of his training pants were completely soaked; the damp, heavy cloth wasn't much a surprise, though it was a disappointment that this hadn't subsided after his birthday. He started to sit up and yawn; he put the stuffed rabbit down and began to climb out of his bed. The hefty material of his saturated trainers bulged against his pajamas and spread out his legs; Bailey started to think about what he'd wear today, once he got cleaned up of course... "Did baby bunny get all wet?" If the contents of the boy's bladder weren't already completely soaked into his trainers, hearing that sudden voice would have finished the job; Bailey froze where he stood and cautiously turned around to see who the mysterious voice belonged to. His bunny was no longer laying on its side on the bed; instead, it was sitting upright and angled toward Bailey. "...Mister Bun-Bun?" He meekly questioned, wondering if this was somehow some kind of prank that his sister was trying to play on him. "Tinkles are okay, but you still need to make big boom-booms, right Bailey?" The boy just stared with a slackened jaw. His surprise and horror was being stifled by the otherworldly nature of the stuffed animal. It was just cotton, fluff and stitching! ...Right? Regardless of what it was, it was having a powerful pull on the young lad's mind. The prodding question it had asked was resonating witj him, since he could feel that his morning BM was begging for release. "...Yeah, I do gotta go number two...But, I gotta change first.." The rabbit's head tilted more, its beady black eyes staring directly into Bailey's soul. "No you don't! You already piddled in your pants, so you can make big pushies in them too. You want to be a cute little bunny boy, don't you? What's cuter than a baby with a big stinky diapee?" The plush entity was taking advantage of his affinity for all things 'cute', and Bailey was too taken in to consciously fight back. "...I guess so...Diapers would be pretty cute, and if I keep going in my training undies, then..." "...You'll eventually have no other option but diapers!" The rabbit finished for him. Seemed like sound logic to him! Though only because of his severely addled mind at this moment. The white haired boy came over back to his bed where the bunny was, and he leaned forward against the crinkling mattress. He splayed his arms across it for balance and he began to bend his knees, pushing his padded, pajama-clad posterior outward. "That's a good little bunny! Now shake that cottontail and make a nice big pile of 'chocolate eggs' in your diapee!" Bailey got a dopey smile and giggled in a daze. Mister Bun-Bun was so silly! The boy began to push down on his bowels, quickly being rewarded with a sloppy sputtering of loud, wet gas. He pushed again and stuck his thumb in his mouth, his eyes squinting closed as he really gave it his all. Drool began to soak his submerged thumb and little grunts could be heard coming from him as his calfs stuttered between pushes. Finally, a large solid began to push its way into his training pants; his plastic pants crinkled from its intrusion and his pajamas began to tent out in the back from the sheer girth of the load. He let out a few more bombastic toots, smaller lumps dropping into his quickly filling trainers each time, and Bailey soon had a nicely loaded 'basket' behind him. He reveled in the oddly wonderful feeling the experience had given him and soaked in the praise from Mister Bun-Bun. Caught in this reverie, he didn't snap back to reality until he heard the voice of his twin sister behind him. Feeling responsible for her 'baby brother', she'd come to see what was taking him so long to come to the breakfast table. "Bailey! Mom says you need to hurry up and..." Her words stopped as she caught sight of the bulging seat of his pajamas, her nose visibly crinkling at the fumes rising up. "...Did you POOP yourself?!"