Story #36: Not Quite Ready (Part 3: Finale)

Story #36: Not Quite Ready (Part 3: Finale) "H-huh?" "You heard me, ya big dumb baby! I wanna see you go potty in your stinky diaper even more. Or else I'm gonna shout and let everyone here know you got it on!" Jerry was flabbergasted by the boy's demand. It'd already been an unconventional extortion to have to show him his poopy diaper, but being made to go even more in it? Just on command? He had to be joking! "Well? I'm waiting, stinkybutt." Jerry gulped, feeling like he was in a precarious position here. He also didn't feel he had a very strong arm to bring to the bargaining table, considering he was prostrated before the runt and the stinking lump in his diaper was actively being gripped like a handhold. "I-I can't just...Go, not like this! Besides, I already w-went.." Jerry tried to softly argue, knowing he had to be delicate with talking down his tormentor, lest the boy go apoplectic. The younger boy furrowed his brow, "I'll give you until the count of three. I don't wanna hear you make excuses. One..." Jerry felt panic grip him and he had to rely on brute instinct here. Desperate to please the terms being requested, he began to bear down on his bowels as hard as he could. It was fruitless at first, besides a pitiful middling toot, but that didn't stop his efforts as he heard 'two' from beside him. There was another burst of warm gas and Jerry could feel something beginning to happen; at the apex of the trumpet note, the tone took a turn for the squishy and a flood of warm, mushy poop began to fill his already dirtied diaper. With the bulky material beginning to expand further and puff out against his bully's hand, this elicited a sound of disgusted shock from the other boy. "Ewww! You really did it! You didn't even try to be a big boy!" Jerry was blushing, but the color change was indiscernible since his face had already gotten red from straining so hard. He did feel shame, but also relief, and it was at that point that he noticed his bladder had been giving out too during his ordeal; the front of his diaper had, much like the back, grown warm, bloated and squishy. "You didn't even try to stand up to me, and you're way bigger!" The little kid boasted with a laugh, "You're not a big kid at all!" Jerry could live with that. It was just one little brat after all! It wasn't like they'd ever meet again after this. However, shortly after he'd been thoroughly chastised, the movie came to a close and the credits began to roll. Here Jerry was, with his diapered butt fully upturned and on display, with an immense pile weighing down the back, and the lights were turning back on, obnoxious pop music was filling the air, and a whole theater of little kids were starting to get out of their seats. In the end, Jerry had done this for nothing, because everyone was about to see his poopy diaper anyways. "...Hey, that big kid's wearin' a diapee! An' he made a big poopie in it!" Came a shrill, accusing voice. With all the attention on him, the song for the credits was soon overpowered by the loud laughter and mockery being directed toward him. He couldn't help himself, he started to cry and attempt to pull his pants back on over his loaded diaper. Each tiny voice was like a knife right into his pride, and he couldn't help but fear that at least one tot in here would have an older sibling that he personally knew. It was a nightmare scenario worse than any horror movie he could have been subjected to. It felt like it lasted hours, but was in fact less than a minute before he could get his pants all the way up and make a hasty waddling retreat for the exit. His egress into the main corridor was met with the grinning face of his older brother. His friends were nowhere to be seen, but it was unsurprising that they'd want to find a less smelly ride home. "Hey stinkpot, you enjoy the kiddy film? Didn't get too scared from that too, did you?" Jerry sniffled and came to a complete stop in front of Mark, his eyes still pink, puffy and stained with fresh tears. "N-nooo..." He helplessly whimpered, shaken by the mass humiliation he'd just been the subject of. The teen seemed confused at first. Mark put his palms on Jerry's shoulders and forcibly spun him around, so that he could inspect the back of his younger brother's diaper. Pulling back the waistband, Mark was silent for a moment, before letting it snap back and giving Jerry a hard smack to his smushy tushy. "Really? Did you seriously shit yourself a second time? From a baby movie? Are you frickin' kidding me?" What could Jerry say? His diaper was clearly more full than before, by a significant measure, so it wasn't like he could deny anything. Excusing the indiscretion with fear was less embarrassing than saying he got blackmailed by a kid half his age. Mark grabbed Jerry by the hand and began to march down the hall. "Well, I guess I'll have to tell mom that you can't even watch something meant for babies without having a diaper on first. Better yet, you can tell her when we get home, and you can show her exactly what you did in your pants. You're lucky I keep a towel in the trunk, because you're crazy if you think I'll let you sit in my car without something protecting the seat." As Jerry was dragged out to the parking lot by Mark, he realized that he hadn't the foggiest clue how he'd be explaining this to their parents. He wasn't just not ready for PG-13 movies, he wasn't even ready to wear big boy undies! ------------------------