Story #11: The Shopping Maul

Story #11: The Shopping Maul Kenny puffed air from his rosy cheeks and dragged his sneakers across the floor, their blinking red luminescence reflecting off of the scuffed tiles. This was so unfair! He was having to spend his Saturday afternoon, when he could be playing with his action figures or riding his bike, here at the shopping mall with his sister and her stupid friends! He took a lengthy slurp of his drink, an extra large soda that had been used to pacify his dramatic wails. His mom had insisted that he needed some new underwear, since his were woefully in need of decommissioning, and since Heather had already been planning on going out, Kenny had been interjected into the mix. He couldn't exactly disagree, since his current underoos were a disaster zone of stains from his poor potty etiquette. He felt a twinge at his bladder and suddenly crossed his legs; perhaps the big gulp hadn't been the most prudent choice, especially when he had such a small bladder! He looked over at his older sister, who was laughing with her friends while they looked at kiosk baubles. "Hey, umm, Heather? Heather?" He meekly started, tugging at her shirt. "Just hold on a moment, Kenny. I'm trying to pick something out." Her tone was immediately dismissive and she seamlessly dove back into her frustratingly mundane chitchat. Kenny furrowed his brow and wiggled where he stood, the urge to relieve his bladder only growing more urgent. "N-no, I, umm...Heather, I.." He awkwardly stammered, being pointedly ignored up until the point that he started to pee in his pants. It came on strong and a large dark stain began to rapidly grow on his jeans. He stopped his bothersome whining once he could feel the warmth dance across his front and drench his thighs, instead just getting a relieved yet shocked expression. "Oh my god, Heather. I think your little brother just pissed his pants." There were sharp gasps that were quickly followed by laughter. His sister was less amused and took him by the hand, "Seriously, Kenny? You couldn't tell me that you had to use the bathroom?" He looked up at her with a muted indignation; he had tried! She had refused to listen to him! The words were there, but his lips refused to spew forth their righteous glory. Instead, he started to tear up and sniffle, "I-I didn't mean to, I just, umm, I tried to say, but you were...and umm.." Heather just shook her head, frankly annoyed that her obnoxious baby brother was jamming a stick in the spokes of this trip with the girls. "Well, we're not going home. We just got here and I have a lot of places I need to go." The teen glanced around for the directory and tugged the soggy brat in that direction. She seemed to locate something that would suit her needs and she soon led him along with his soaked jeans on full display. Their journey took them first to a kid's clothing store, where Heather bought him a cheap pair of tights, but suspiciously they did not complete his underpants quest while they were there. Instead, she next took him to the family restrooms near the food court. She told her friends to go ahead and figure out lunch, while she got Kenny cleaned up and changed. Kenny had been too embarrassed to verbalize any protest by this point, but the next thing he saw was enough to set his pilot light ablaze. She had gone to the changing station and bought changing supplies from the little vending unit that was provided. Some powder, some wipes, and a puffy pair of Huggies in the largest size. "I really didn't think I'd have to be changing your stupid butt again." He shook his head with fervent passion, "Nuh-uh! There's no way that I'm gonna wear a diaper! I'm not a baby!" It turns out that he absolutely would be wearing one. She gave him a swat on the rear and pulled him up from his armpits to put him on the table. She began to pull off his soaked pants, "Look, if you just be a good boy and keep your mouth shut, then mom won't have to hear about you hosing yourself. Got it?" Kenny became quiet and relented. Caught between a rock and a hard place, he allowed himself to get wiped, powdered, and taped into the crinkly babypants. She got him to step into his tights and he cringed as he realized how poorly they kept the diaper a secret; they were basically transparent, and were so snug that they cut the shape of the garment perfectly. Heather was satisfied, while Kenny was anything but. Regardless, he returned to the food court like this and suffered the giggling snark of the teenage girls. His sister bought him a 'happy meal' and let him quietly seethe. The next couple of hours seemed to drag on forever. The diaper boy was forced to go in and out of every store that caught the fancy of the girls. Finally though, Heather said that they'd go buy his undies and head home! No more girly nonsense, and no more public humiliation! Something was starting to ache in his lower gut; it was a unpleasant pressure that needed no introduction. Kenny had to take a dump, and from what he could already tell, it was going to be a large one. He had already denied a potty break about twenty minutes ago, so he knew that Heather wouldn't be happy to hear about his plight. Even beyond that, a meek third grader hardly wanted to bashfully announce something so personal to a group of high school girls. Kenny tried to simply shake it off; it was only one more stop and then they'd go home! He could wait until then! They entered the same shop from earlier, where Kenny had gotten his tights, and Heather started to lead him toward the underpants section. The cramps were becoming more severe, his gut boiling like a pot on the stove. Kenny anxiously licked his lips and began to peruse the options, though his mind was a million miles away. He had to clench his buttcheeks, feeling a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He had miscalculated, and gravely at that; he would need to make a stop before they left the mall, that was for sure! He picked a package of Scooby-Doo underoos and presented them to his sister. "Umm, I'll get these ones...Can we go to the bathroom before we leave?" His tone became hushed as he asked, eyes flickering around nervously. "I just asked if you needed to go!" She chided, taking the package from him and gesturing for him to follow her to the checkout. "I din't have to go before." Kenny whined plainly, having to take each step very carefully, lest something start to slip out into his Huggies. "Please, Heather? I really gotta go..." She sighed and shook her head, "Yeah, we can stop after we finish up here. I guess you can put one of these on too.." They got into line, and a little girl started to giggle and whisper something to her brother as she pointed at Kenny. The boy looked down at the floor, knowing that she was laughing at his very obvious diaper. Being a laughingstock was the least of his worries though, because at the current pace of things, he was about to give that girl something real to gawk at. A cold feeling trickled down his spine and he knew it was over. Clenched cheeks or not, his body was rebelling against him and initiating a full-fledged evacuation. Kenny felt his muscles grow tense and without any more hesitation, an enormous mass began to crash into the cushioned valley below. A short gasp escaped his lips and he tried desperately to shapen up his posture, in a fuile final attempt to close off the gates down below. Like a battering ram, the semi-solid load continued its mighty push and the seat of his Huggies began to puff out and expand. The two kids in front had begun to look on in morbid fascination, while Heather and her friends were none the wiser to Kenny's naughty showing. Kenny had to bend down at the halfway mark, feeling that the pressure demanded not just relief, but his total cooperation in getting there. The more solid load than turned into a much looser geyser of magmatic mush. His tights swelled to accommodate the crowding garment. All said and finished, he had made full use of his Huggies, and the smell of fresh poop was starting to waft strongly from his fuming rump. His oblivious sister began to sniff at the air, stopping her conversation to look down at Kenny. "Kenny, its rude to fart in public, you can wait to do that in--" She stopped as she got a better look at his guilty expression. "..You didn't." Kenny was silent, but his teary-eyed wince was loud and clear. She took him by the shoulder and spun him around, getting a look at his lumpy tights. She put her palm on his seat and pressed down, feeling the warm squelch of a steaming load. As if that wasn't strong enough evidence, she also tugged back on his waistband and groaned as she saw what he had done. "KENNY! You pooped in it? You couldn't just wait another two minutes? That's it! We're not going to find what you need here!" She put the briefs on the counter and took him by the hand. "Obviously what you need isn't going to be at a store for big kids!"