Tale #76: Swapping Baskets (picture)

Tale #76: Swapping Baskets (Content Tags: Slice of life, messy diapers, diaper punishment, made to wear someone else's diaper, forced messy diaper sniffing and facesitting, bullying, role reversal, holiday story) Chester stared on vacantly as he got an earful about his rude behavior; why bother listening when it was the same junk he'd heard a hundred times? The third grader was brash, selfish, and hopelessly impulsive, so it was no surprise that he found himself on the barrel-end of yet another lecture about expectations. The most recent of which had been because of his poor treatment of his young cousin. Cousin or not, Benson was a snot-nosed crybaby that had still yet been able to master the art of toilet training. So Chester saw him as both an annoying obstacle and an amusing target to tease. If anything, Chester thought that the boy could use the extra resilience training, with just how pathetic he seemed. Today was as good a day as any. It was the big Easter celebration, which had brought both him and his cousins together at their grandparent's house. There would be lunch, and catching up, but most important were the two big egg hunts. All of the kids would compete with eachother in two separate bouts of scavenging for the colorful eggs; each egg housed a treat, which primarily was chocolate. The schedule had them do the first one before lunch, and then the second one after, set in different locations around the house. The first had them let loose in the backyard, which was actually a large piece of land. Chester hadn't been doing as well at that one; he was one of the older kids doing the hunt, but his observation skills were actually probably the poorest of the lot. One thing he *had* noticed was that Benson's basket was getting very full. The chubby preschooler had been waddling around gleefully and sniffing out every egg in his path. Chester hardly had three, while Benson easily had nearly twenty. "Hey, diaper-butt, come over here for a moment." Chester grinned, calling out to Benson as he squatted down to grab another egg from a bush with his diaper poking out. The younger boy whirled around and frowned. He was used to getting harassed by Chester, especially about the Pampers he so frequently packed. "Why?" He asked, stepping closer all the same. "I think I just saw a bee land on your Easter basket, here, let me see." He held his hand out, "Oh, and hold mine for a second, so I can really make sure you don't got a bee in your basket." The fear of getting stung was enough to provoke compliance from the little tyke; with a lazy little lie, Chester had changed his fortune in full. He'd gone from a basket that weighed nothing to a basket that put some actual strain on his wrist. "You see thuh bee?" The tot inquired, tilting his head and bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Bee? What'cha talking about, Benny? You should worry less about bees and more about getting some eggs in that basket! Chester had really thought he would get away with it. Sure, Benson had cried and fussed about it, but Chester had endured and retaliated. Shoving a big fistful of dirt down the back of his diaper had seemed to shut him up long enough for him to create some distance. He'd even had enough time to make a pun about Benson having a dirt-y diaper. Scams and quips were a strong suit, but foresight was clearly not. Otherwise, why would he be in this chair? Benson had obviously tattled on him, after going to his parents in hysterical tears. As it turned out, the extra fun he'd had at Benson's expense was a particular sore spot. Chester had come to find out that Benson was currently on thin ice with showing some potty progress, and that if his parents had somehow misidentified the dirt in his diaper for something more smelly, then Benson would have been in some trouble. Additionally, Benson had actually been very good about it recently, and he was close to being considered ready for trainers. Chester argued that nobody was going to mistake a mound of dirt from the garden as being the stinky contents of a loaded diaper, but that fell on deaf ears. There was still the matter of him stealing his cousin's basket, or rather 'swapping' them, and his general bullying was on trial as well. So forth had come the longwinded lecture. Chester didn't have the patience or focus for it, and so he'd just been zoning out for the duration of it. It was only when he'd seen his mother pick up a diaper from Benson's bag, that he started to actually listen again. They made him wear it. It was a 'fitting' punishment for the way he'd been treating his cousin about his diapers; due to Benson's heft and Chester's very petite frame, it was practically a perfect fit. If anything, it was a little big around Chester. The stolen eggs also went back to Benson, though that was an obvious conclusion once he'd been caught. He'd also had to apologize to the brat, and while showing that he was now wearing a diaper too. It was degrading beyond belief, and it was only by the slimmest mercy that he convinced his parents to let him wear his pants during lunch. Fortunately for him, it appeared that none of the other kids knew what had happened. Their parents probably knew, and Benson obviously knew, but Chester hadn't lost face with most of his competitors yet. He was able to actually enjoy the large banquet at lunch, even if he had to watch Benson eat an obnoxiously large amount. The second hunt would soon commence, and it would take place in the front yard and within the house itself. It was a large house on a large piece of land, so opportunities would be prevalent to find eggs. Chester's parents reminded him to keep his hands to himself and sent him along his way. He decided to stick to being within the house, and since he wanted to avoid his diaper being noticed by the other kids, he would angle for the more obscure rooms within the house. The egg potential was lesser, and they would be more hidden than the ones in the main area, but what else could he do? The feel of the diaper between his thighs was a nuisance; he could hear it rustling with every step he took, and he wondered how anyone could stay properly coordinated in such a cumbersome garment. His inexperience wearing one was proving to be a genuine handicap, and he'd soon have a greater appreciation for how much practice his cousin has had with such a hindrance. He'd actually come across the tot in an unexpected place: the bathroom of the guest room on the basement floor. It felt ironic for the two to both end up in a bathroom, when they were both in diapers. Benson's diaper wasn't even being covered right now, since he'd spilled food on his shorts during lunch. Benson had been in the bathroom, searching for eggs, and he'd found one on top of the toilet tank. He'd had to really stretch to reach that one, and as he did, there was a sudden rasp of gas and the undeniable sound of mush filling his pants. From where Chester was standing, he could actually see his cousin's diaper suddenly bulge in back from the load. "..Oh no..." The tot bemoaned with wide eyes; he could feel the warm mess in his diaper, he knew that he'd failed. "Uh-oh, looks like baby Benny made a boom-boom!" Chester was standing in the doorway with a big grin on his face. After everything his parents had told him, he knew this poopy diaper was about to absolutely ruin Benson's day. "I bet your mommy and daddy are gonna be really, **really** mad about that. Aren't they? You'll be stuck in diapers forever!" Benson looked a little panicked by the fearmongering and he clenched his fists. "Y-you can't tell them!" Chester walked out into the bedroom that the bathroom was attached to and folded his arms. "And why not? You tattled on me to my parents, so I think that it's fair." The younger boy abandoned his basket and followed Chester out of the bathroom. "You stole my chocolate eggs!" That provoked an immature laugh out of Chester, "So? You seem pretty good at makin' them yourself, mister fudge-pants." Benson glared at him and suddenly pulled down the older boy's shorts, "You're wearin' a diapee too! So don't call me fudge-pants!" "H-hey! I'm only wearing this because you're such a big baby! I'm not the one that pooped my pants!" Chester squeaked. That made Benson think 'but what if he was?' The gears were starting to turn in the preschooler's head; those keen eyes of observation were coming into good use here. The younger boy was so very close to making his parents proud of his progress, and these poopy pamps would ruin all of that! He couldn't let that happen, and Chester had given him a strategy worth stealing. "I still can't believe you pooped on yourself, like a big stupid baby, when you were right next to the toilet!" Benson decided it was time to take advantage of his cousin's debilitating laughter; the preschooler narrowed his eyes and suddenly gave Chester a rough shove to the abdomen. With his pants around his ankles, that was more than enough to get him toppled onto the floor. Before the boy could recover, Benson was turning himself around and squatting his freshly pooed padding right above the older boy's nose. "You like 'chocolate eggs'? Then you can have 'em!" The self-defecation in the restroom had only been the tip of the iceberg; it'd been a slip-up, but now the time had come to finish things properly. A soft fart bubbled into his seat and gradually grew to a sputtering thunder; the tyke squinted his eyes shut and got a happy little smile at both the relief and revenge he was embroiled in. There was a squishy sounding plop, and then another, and then before either boy knew what was happening, it was an avalanche of lumps! "How...Mmph..! Does..! Nrrghh! My..! Poopie smell? Huh?" The diaper sagged lower with each solid that got trapped within and the back soon tickled the tip of Chester's nose. The older boy was still too dazed to save himself from this stinky fate, and now he was starting to panic as the smell got worse. "E-eewwwwww! S-stop! Get off!" No such luck. With one final push and grunt, Benson squeezed out the last of his warm pile and let out a loud sigh of relief. The heft was enough to bring the hot seat down fully against Chester's nose, and the older boy was appropriately freaking out about it. His squirming was fruitless, and toothless once Benson relaxed his knees and sat more fully on his cousin's face. "...That was a lot of poop, huh?" The preschooler asked with a cheeky grin. His cousin couldn't reply, with him being smothered by the reeking garment, but Chester's sentiment was obviously not nearly as amused. After a couple more minutes of the torment, Chester was feeling faint; once his cousin had gotten back up, the older boy remained on the ground in a stench-driven daze. The smelly tyke took advantage of his cousin's stupor and walked back into the bathroom to take care of something. Before Chester could fully recover, the younger boy was returning, but instead of wearing the loaded diaper, he was carrying it. Benson didn't give him an opportunity to ask any questions, instead leaning down to start untaping the one that Chester had been forced to wear. "I tink' I saw a bee go in your diapee. You better lemme check!" He mocked, removing the clean diaper and giving it a faux examination. "Hm...You needta hold onto mine, so I can better check!" "What are you talking about?" Chester groaned, feeling his strength beginning to return to him. Benson had no satisfying answer to give, but he had something else. In a surprisingly fast turnaround, the kid had put on the clean diaper that he'd stolen and had forced Chester to wear the steaming pair that he'd taken off. "H-hey! Ewww! What do you think you're doing?!" The older boy wailed, his haze cut short by the reality of what was happening. "Wow, I can't believe you poopied your pants like a dumb baby! I thought you was supposta be the big kid?" Benson snarled, intentionally calling back to how Chester had behaved after stealing his Easter basket. "Y-you can't do this to me! I'm bigger than you, and older, and--" "Stinky-er! Couldn't find da' chocolate eggs, so you hadta make your own? I bet my mommy and daddy will let you have all my old diapees, at least! Dat way, you can make as many chocolate eggs as you want!" "This isn't funny, Benson! It's gross and you're gross!" Chester was finally standing up, and he could feel the warm mush spreading throughout his diaper. The sensation made him cringe, and the fact that it was someone else's diaper made it all the worse! "I'm not da' one with poopies in my pants." The older boy's hand curled into a fist and he narrowed his eyes at his younger cousin. "This is *your* poopy diaper!" That got a giggle out of the younger boy and he reached over to give Chester's squishy bottom a firm few pats. "No, dat's *your* poopy diaper. I don't do dat anymore, cuz' I'm not a baby." "That's it! Gimme back that diaper, you brat!" Chester shoved Benson and the boy stumbled backwards and hit the frame of the bed. He let out an 'oof!' Chester approached, determined to at least right this wrong, even if the end-result would still be him in a diaper. At the very least he could get back into a *clean* one! He started to lower himself, to make sure he hadn't hurt his cousin in any noticeable way, and that's when Benson took him by surprise. One solid headbutt to the gut was enough to incapacitate him; worse than that, as he reeled backwards, his sore stomach was getting some extreme cramping. After a large lunch, it would appear that 'room' had to be made, and that headbutt was like a big red button to initiate it. A wet fart gurgled uncontrollably into his diaper and brought a sticky load he could call his own; he was still stumbling backwards when that first lump of shame had been ejected, and now he was losing his balance and falling right onto the big pile in his pants with a-- **SQUISH!** Followed immediately by a-- **FRRRTBLLLLAAAAAAART!** --As a second wave, more powerful and plentiful than the first, rumbled wetly into his seat. The back of the diaper stained brown and the additional loading of the garment meant that Chester could feel the muck spreading to every inch of the crinkly thing. "Now it really is your poopy diapee!" Benson laughed, pointing his finger and taking great joy in mocking the cousin that'd been so cruel to him. "What's all the commotion in here? Are you boys playing nice?" Benson's father had heard their bickering and had come to check things out. He didn't yet see the sorry sight that Chester was, but his nose wrinkled at the smell. "Benson James! Your mother and I were very clear with what would happen if you had another accident!" "Dat wasn't me, daddy! Chester tried to steal my eggs again and den' he POOED himself!" What could Chester say? Who would believe him if he said anything at all? He'd been bested by a preschooler, and all because he had gotten greedy and wanted more chocolate eggs for himself. Well, he'd be dealing with a whole lot of them. Probably for longer than just today, especially since his cousin had proven himself to be a big kid who wouldn't need all those diapers anymore...