Story #22: Not Quite Ready

Story #22: Not Quite Ready Jerry had just pooped his pants, right in the middle of the movie theater. Approaching teenhood, and here he sat with a diaper full of shame, like some toddler dropping a bomb in their Huggies. He could feel it smoldering beneath his buttcheeks, like someone had dumped a bucket of warm coals down the back of his diaper. He could smell it too; pungent plumes that wafted off the back of his crinkly disposable like a noxious steam. He couldn't be sure that anyone else had caught wind of his degrading deed; if they suspected anything, he hadn't been made aware of it. Though the only ones he was really worried about were the teens sitting right next to him. It was his older brother, Mark, and his two friends. Jerry had begged his brother to let him come see the movie with him; he had asserted so confidently that he could handle a movie as scary as this one was purported to be. The movie was PG-13, and alas, he was only twelve; it would only be by his brother's grace that he would get in. Of course, there are no free lunches. Many years prior, Jerry had wet himself during a 'scary movie' at the theater. He had only been six at the time, but his older brother had never fully let him live it down. So as a prerequisite for attending the movie, his brother had the sadistic idea to require that Jerry put on a diaper first. After some pleading that led nowhere, and some aggressive goading from his brother, he'd ended up with an oversized diaper that he'd had to stuff underneath some baggy cargo pants. It had been a little last moment for his brother to find, so Jerry was pretty sure it was just an adult diaper on the smaller end of the waistline, rather than something actually intended for a grade schooler. Of course, Jerry wasn't sure if he felt any better that his diaper could be considered for 'adults', it sure didn't make it feel any less humiliating to toddle around in. It had just been a mean joke at his expense. Just something biting that an immature teenager had foisted upon his bratty pipsqueak of a brother, as a way to punish him for whining his way into his plans. If his brother had to 'babysit' for the outing, then he was going to make sure that Jerry was just as miserable as him. That mean joke was feeling a lot less 'funny' now, since he had turned the diaper into a strike zone for bombardment. He had thought he could handle this movie, but the truth was, that he wasn't nearly as brave as he'd like to believe. He was a big baby wuss that'd made some serious fear-poopies in his big, dumb diaper. His brother and his friends hadn't even so much as jumped at the scene! Yet, his own reaction to the cheap jumpscare had been to be overcome so fervently by fear, that he had completely evacuated his bowels. It wasn't even something that he had been aware was happening; his little hands had gripped the sides of the theater seat, and all he'd been able to focus on was the deafening bumps of his own fearful heart. It wasn't until afterwards, that as he slackened in his seat, that he could feel the vile volume his rump was resting above. Minutes passed, and finally his brother had seemed to notice the foul odor that hung in the air. He quietly asked if Jerry had farted, which the preteen had responded with a soft, mewling 'uh-huh'. That answer satisfied for the moment, but as more minutes began to pass by, his brother was getting suspicious of how the stench lingered. The accusation finally came down: "Did you shit yourself or what? You stink." Even under the hushed whisper of theater speak, Jerry could feel the irritable bite of his brother's words. He tried to match the same tone in response, sounding annoyed that his brother would even consider asking such a stupid question. The teen narrowed his eyes at Jerry and turned away to say something to his friends. Jerry sipped idly on his soda, which was something he realized that he had been doing a lot of in the aftermath of his diaper dirtying, likely as something to take his mind off of the issue at hand. He cursed himself for not being more thoughtful, since now his bladder ached fiercely. He tried crossing his legs; no easy task in this oversized diaper. Suddenly, his brother stood up from his seat and yanked Jerry by the armpits to get him on his own feet. "Come on, you're leaving." The sudden jolt was enough to shake his delicate control, and he could feel a warmth beginning to pool in the front of his diaper. Any attempt to stop himself was in vain, as the garment began to swell under his pants with a dull hiss. He just stood there slackjawed, and with an aggravated sigh, his brother began to lead him out by the arm. "You better not have really crapped your pants, Jerry. The diaper was supposed to be a frickin' joke." The preteen toddled along with an obviously soiled gait and soon they had exited the darkness of the theater. Out in the hallway, his brother glared down at him, though his expression betrayed a cruel amusement. He might be ticked off that he was missing part of his movie, but he also saw this as the ultimate dunking on his snot-nosed brat of a baby brother. "I-I didn't, I just farted, really..." His brother shook his head and got a wry smile on his face. "What? Over and over? Jerry, you STINK. Just admit it, you got too scared by the big kid movie and crapped your diaper like a little baby." "N-no! Shut up! I did not!" His outburst was cut short as his brother took a hold of the sides of his pants and hoisted them down. Right there in the hall, the bulky diaper was on display for anyone to see; first eyeing the clearly yellowed front, his brother was then already putting a probing palm across his lumpy seat. "Oh? Then what's this?" He pointedly asked, suddenly pushing down and squashing the sticky semi-solid pile across Jerry's rear. "What, you gonna tell me that you dumped a big bowl of warm mashed potatoes in your diaper, or what?" Jerry was silently sniffling, his cheeks rosy with the burning shame that the teen was inflicting upon him. He felt the waistband get tugged back and his brother was able to confirm what he had already deduced. "Jesus, Jerry. You're twelve for Christ's sake; you should be able to watch a PG-13 movie without getting so scared that you load your pants. I bet a frickin' Kindergartner would show more courage, you wuss..." He snapped the waistband back into place and gave the mushy diaper another firm pat. "Pull your pants up. I'm not going to miss even more of my movie, just because you're a big baby." Jerry tugged his cargo pants back up, his eyes still wet with tears that he was trying to hold back. He didn't have the energy to protect his pride by this point, so he just shamefully waddled behind his brother back to the ticket booth. After a short explanation of the events at hand, his brother was able to trade Jerry's ticket in for another movie, something that the box office worker assured would be more his speed. Jerry sat in his new theater, among a noisy cavalcade of obnoxious preschoolers and toddlers. Thanks to the stunt he pulled, he'd been demoted all the way back to a 'G' rating. So he'd be spending the next hour with his new peers, watching some saccharine garbage, while stewing in his filthy diaper. He wouldn't be the only one watching this animated flick in poopy pants, but he'd be the only one above the age of three. In the aftermath, it was all very certain that his brother would insure that the only way Jerry could watch anything PG-13 in the future, would be with the safety of some babypants. It'd be hard to argue against after this fiasco; Jerry clearly just wasn't yet ready.