Story #146: P.U on the Pew

Story #146: P.U on the Pew (The third chapter in the 'Don't You DARE!' series) (Content Tags: Diaper punishment, messy and wet diapers, humiliation, baby punishment, diaper check, diaper change) "What a tidy didee! Well aren't you a big boy, hmm?" The older boy teased his groggy baby brother as he pulled down his pajama pants to probe at the padding beneath. "Guess that'll make it easier to get ready for church. Unless you want to potty in your pants before we go." It was early Sunday morning and the younger boy was hardly fully awake just yet. Like the teen had announced, his diaper was just as clean and dry now, as it had been when he'd gone to bed. Nothing should have been shocking about that, since it wasn't as if he was a bedwetter, or worse, a bedpooper. Just being made to wear and use diapers wouldn't change that, at least not yet. "Come on and get up. Let's get you in your church clothes." Cooper hated church. He'd long been faithless by this point and beyond any matter of philosophy, he just thought that church was boring and cringey. The sermon was always longwinded and referenced a bunch of stories that the edgy boy hadn't bothered to remember; Sunday school afterward was worse though. He'd skipped a few times, to go get a soda at the convenience store down the street, but he had a funny feeling that wouldn't be a viable option today. They may not share the same class, but Duane would almost assuredly be escorting Cooper to the middle school one. Once he was physically in the classroom, it wasn't very easy to escape. And then there would be the matter of the diaper he'd be wearing... That made his brother's comment all the more relevant. Did he want to relieve himself before they went to church? It'd be unpleasant to have to hold it all throughout the morning, and he typically did have 'business' to attend to when he first woke up. On the other hand, he could avoid having to shit in his pants if he asked to go use the bathroom during Sunday school. If he could hold it for an hour and a half, then he could grace a toilet with his bottom, which felt like much more of a privilege than it should for a boy his age. He hated messy diapers the most of his punishment thus far, so the choice would be obvious. Any chance he had to actually poop like a big kid, he just had to take it. His bladder though, that was a different story. It'd be immense suffering to hold a full bladder that long, and it'd also be miserable to have to waddle around in a soggy diaper if those floodgates burst open. "I have to take a leak." "Aw, does baby bro have to go pee-pee? That's okay, go ahead. I'll get your clothes ready and then we can get all the changing done at once." If the size and strength difference wasn't so great, then Cooper wouldn't have thought twice about slugging the older boy for his mockery. Unfortunately for the preteen, he was small and feathery, while Duane was tall and broad. He longed for the future where he'd be able to contend physically with his older brother, but with how delayed his growth had been, that future felt impossibly far. So he just had to take it. He just had to let his face burn and his eyes get wet. He had to feel tiny and pitiful; powerless against the whims of his elders, just like any other little boy. Nothing better symbolized that feeling than the knowledge of what he was about to intentionally do in his *diaper*. Cooper took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It still hadn't gotten any easier for him, not really. He had a shy bladder by nature, so he struggled to even use a urinal if someone else was nearby. Whizzing on himself like a snot-nosed preschooler was something he had to go hide and do, but even then, years of pottytraining made it difficult for his mind to coax his muscles. He had to really push to make it work. First, it'd only begin as a few warm spurts, but with focus, that dribbling would evolve into a stream. Once things got moving, then there was no stopping it, regardless of his personal shame or years of proper toileting. Embarrassment and relief would share the moment, as well as a guilty spark of enjoyment from the sensory experience. Underneath his pajamas, the diaper had swelled and sagged, with only a dull hissing to suggest that anything had been happening at all. Cooper could feel the bloated material getting heavy between his thighs as all the moisture was wicked away. "All done with your wee-wees? We *are* in a hurry." Duane's voice, speckled by smug bemusement and self-righteous assertiveness, took Cooper away from any relief he'd been feeling. The younger boy quietly sighed and gave a curt nod, "Y-yeah, yeah. I'm done going..." Twenty minutes later, with only a couple of cereal bars and a baby bottle of milk to call his breakfast, Cooper was seated and sulking in the backseat of the car. A fresh diaper was wrapped around him and dorky church clothes on top of it. He had concerns about how well the clothes did at hiding the oversized garment, especially considering they were about to go into public. "Put a smile on that face; we're going to the lord's house." His brother stated, looking back at him from the passenger seat. Cooper grimaced, which only faint took on the appearance of a smile, though that seemed enough to satisfy his older brother. He didn't have all that much to smile about, now did he? The rest of the drive was quiet, aside from the low volume of the radio, which was some right-wing morning show that his mother was always listening to. Probably the same place that she'd got it in her head that marijuana was the worst possible thing her little boy could be getting into. It was inane drivel that Cooper had openly criticized in the past, but he wasn't in a position to do that anymore. He was a little boy now. A powerless 'baby' that didn't dare do what would only get him in more trouble. All that rebellion had died with his first diaper change, tossed in the pail alongside any hope of being allowed to be his own person while he was a dependent. They found a parking spot and Cooper had to hold Duane's hand to cross the parking lot. Every Sunday at this place was torture, but he'd never been here in quite this predicament. Instead of feeling like the lone freethinker in a herd of sheep, he was left feeling like a prisoner, with the padding around his rump being the shackles that bound him. "Watch your step, kiddo." His brother cooed, taking his brother up over the curb and toward the big double-doors of the church. Inside was a fluttering of conversing congregants, like the buzzing of bees in a honey-caked hive. The pre-church hobnobbing disgusted Cooper on a normal day, but at least then, he was allowed to wander off. Now, his hand was leashed by the firm grip of his older brother, so there was nowhere for him to go. Nowhere to hide. "Duane, Cooper! Good to see you this morning." An older woman came up to the pair. "Good morning, Mrs. Reed. We're happy to be here; aren't we, Cooper?" Duane squeezed his brother's hand, gently but pointedly. "Y-yeah, nothing like church first thing in the morning." Cooper replied, straddling the line between sounding earnest and sounding sarcastic. "Amen! And aren't you dressed nice! More boys your age should dress so snappy." The woman gushed, reaching over to pinch the boy's cheek, to which he just had to take. "Yeah, Cooper. Maybe you can invite some of your friends to church some time? Better than getting into trouble, that's for sure." Duane grinned. It took a lot of willpower to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the comment. Bring his friends *here*? He'd rather set himself on fire. That went double for letting them see the gaudy clothing he had to wear for the occasion. He muttered something like 'yeah' and let the woman focus on speaking with Duane, hoping she'd just think he was shy. While that conversation droned on, Cooper started to feel a rumbling down below again. He'd already known that this gut-wrenching feeling would return; he'd been dreading it. By deciding not to do his morning business in his diaper, he'd just been kicking the can down the road with the hope that he'd get a chance to sneak away. If he was particularly unfortunate, then his screwed up BM schedule could mean having to go twice while at church: morning and mid-morning. Cooper thought he was a fairly capable boy, so it shouldn't be an issue to hold everything until the moment came to find a real toilet. He wasn't without his doubts though; yesterday had been particularly humiliating in terms of his poopy diapers, and it'd rattled his confidence in his own bowel control. He shifted from foot to foot. How long could this stupid conversation go on? He couldn't even excuse himself from it, because then Duane would be asking questions on where he had to go. His only hope was still in the between period of service and Sunday school. That was assuming that his brother didn't drop him off personally, which... "Oh, look at the time! We better go find our seats. It was nice speaking with you, Mrs. Reed." Duane smiled, starting to drag Cooper across the lobby. "Oh, sport, before we go in..." Duane made a side-trip to the bathroom, with Cooper forced to come along, even though it was pretty obvious that he wouldn't be allowed to partake in the room's utility. Duane let go of his brother's hand and headed for the urinals, leaving Cooper folding his arms and scowling. "...Guessing I'm not allowed to go, huh?" "Sure you can! Better now than during worship. Especially if you're talking about a number two." Duane casually replied as he took care of his own business. "...Really? Well, then yeah! I'll try to be quick." He headed for the nearest stall, but Duane grabbed his arm before he could go in. "Whoa there, what do you think you're doing? That's not a place for little boys like you." "B-but you said..." Duane turned Cooper by the shoulders and faced him toward the changing table, with the happy visage of the diapered koala right on the front. "See? If you make boom-boom, then big bro will get you cleaned up before service, okay?" The teenager cooed condescendingly. In hindsight, it was pretty obvious that his brother wasn't going to let him use the bathroom like a big kid; Cooper hadn't used a toilet all week, so why would now be any different? Still, that crestfallen feeling was hard to shake, and Cooper felt his whole mood slump in that moment. "Well? Is the baby going to do his business?" Cooper slowly shook his head. It was probably a mistake that he was making, when taking into account how his lower gut kept grousing at him. It would be an hour that he was sitting on that pew, and he couldn't imagine his cramping would get any better. "Are you sure, Cooper? I'm not going to be very happy if you make a big stink in your pants while we're in there." "Y-yeah, I'm sure! Let's just go!" The boy groaned, face getting red at the way he was being talked to. "We'll leave in just a moment; I need to wash my hands. Make sure to pay attention; we might have another pop quiz later." Cooper rolled his eyes. His future was looking to be full of biblical moralizing, whether at home or church. "I know, I know. I'll listen real carefully." While trying desperately to not become comatose at how dull the whole thing was. The boys would soon enough find themselves seated at a pew with their mother; Cooper found himself sitting next to his older brother on one end, and a squirmy tot on the other. The little boy's parents had to remind him about being still and quiet, and Cooper was left wondering why they didn't leave the little rugrat in the church nursery. Services were honestly interchangeable; if you'd been to one, then you've gone to them all. The preacher went on about some story from the bible, adding his own folksy analysis and commentary, throw in some singing and praying, and it was a recipie for a very dull Sunday morning. Usually, if headphones weren't an option, then Cooper would have to be fighting off the sandman during a time like this. Sleep wasn't really an option today, and not just because Duane was being extra uptight. The pain in Cooper's stomach was the center of his focus, and it kept him very much awake and curling his toes. His diet lately had become very fiber-focused, and unsurprisingly, that'd made his bowel movements a lot more difficult to hold back. Today was no different. Something big was screaming for release, and the only way to silence the discomfort was to periodically let silent gas spew into his doofy diaper. It was a risky strategy that wouldn't pay off forever, and while his diaper contained the smell of his flatulence for now, it wouldn't hold off the stench of a pantload. Things came to a turtle-head, when it was time to rise for hymns. Standing up off the pew, Cooper could immediately feel the tip of something poking into his padded seat. It took all of his control to keep his cheeks clenched, while halfheartedly trying to sing along to the song. He made it through one song, but then another started right afterwards, and his time had run out. With the loud music providing his deed cover, he stopped singing and winced; the turd was surging, no longer kept at bay by his tensed buttcheeks. He could feel it sliding out into his diaper, like a mighty serpent, but it wasn't firm enough to tent his seat out, instead crashing and piling up. The song ended right after he finished pooping his pants, and as to not arouse suspicion, he had to sit flat into the mushy mound that he'd made. He felt the warm muck oozing all around like mud, and within moments, the faint smell of poop began to pervade his immediate space. The mother of the toddler began to audibly sniff the air and look tersely at her little boy, while Duane had yet to actively react, possibly thinking similarly that it was the tot that was the issue. How wrong they'd soon find themselves to be, when it became obvious that a bigger 'baby' was the culprit here.