Tale #103: Bunny Boy Goes to a Birthday (Part 2)

Tale #103: Bunny Boy Goes to a Birthday (Part 2) (Part 6 to 'Ensnared By a Hare') (Content Tags: Pull-Ups, messing, humiliation, supernatural, brainwashing and hypnosis, gay fluff, ongoing story) If looks could kill, then Hailey would have reduced her brother to a smoldering pile of ash on the freshly cut grass. He honestly couldn't think of any other times when she'd looked that angry and jealous, at least no times in recent memory. There wasn't usually much to be jealous of, and he was also typically better about keeping her from getting mad at him. Not today though. Bailey had always been as squishy as a marshmallow (or as his padded bottom, as of late), and he was fine with that, but he was sick of his twin sister taking advantage of his weak will. Perhaps it was because she'd become even more cruel recently, with the dawn of these worse accidents of his; it was like she felt it gave her permission to truly treat Bailey like a worthless baby. No longer! He'd still try to be easygoing and soft, but he wasn't going to be pushed around like this. If she made good on her threat, which did legitimately terrify him, then he'd make sure that their parents heard of it. Luckily, it didn't look like it'd be happening right now. Jaime had been quick to pull him away and Hailey had been stunned by her brother's bold decision to ignore what she said. By the time she'd processed what he had said, the two were already halfway to the back door. The girl seethed and clenched her fists. For her, this was far from over; she wasn't going to let Bailey push back against her without retribution. Her 'baby' brother wouldn't leave this party with his crinkly secret intact. She could already imagine the look on Jaime's face when he realized that the boy he was getting chummy with, was far closer to Troy's level than his. "Just you wait..." She snarled, clenching her fists and going to a chair to look at her phone in the meantime; now that her time with Jaime was being spoiled, this whole party was beyond useless to her. She was surrounded by Kindergartners in pirate accessories and doting parents, which made her stick out like a sore thumb. The girl's spite wasn't lost on Bailey. Even while he followed the taller boy up to his room, his mind was aflutter with all the horrible ways that his twin sister would surely be making his life a nightmare. He could already sense that his confidence in the idea of standing up for himself would waver when confronted by her wrath. "Your sister has kind of a sour face." Jaime commented as they arrived at the stairs. Bailey let out a nervous chuckle, "Yeah...She gets pretty mad when I don't listen to her..." "Really? I know she's bigger than you, but you guys are twins, so she shouldn't be bossing you around in the first place." "Yeah, I know..." Boy did he ever. Ten years on this planet with the girl had been more than long enough to come to the conclusion that their relationship dynamic wasn't fair. "It's just easier to not make her mad, and she's usually not so mean." Bailey followed up the stairs, "You seem to be really nice to Troy. I bet you're a great big brother." "Of course I'm nice to the little squirt! That's my baby brother; he might be annoying sometimes, or a lot of the time, but I'd feel really bad if I was mean to him." There was a sincerity in his voice that made Bailey believe it wasn't just lip service, which put a genuine smile on his face. It did make him jealous though, to imagine having a sibling that would actually support and encourage, instead of demean and dominate. He knew the age difference was a factor too though, since Jaime was nearly twice as old as Troy. Still, it was contrast to the toxicity he was himself used to. "He's a good kid. Very polite." Bailey awkwardly replied in a stilted tone, acting more grown than he actually felt. It was hard to talk about Troy as being a child, when it was Bailey who still hadn't progressed to real underwear. The older boy laughed, "You're such a goofball, Bailey. It's cute. I'm sorry your sister sounds like such a pain." Jaime showed Bailey into his bedroom and the younger boy took it all in as he entered. It was a stark difference to Bailey's bedroom, but then again, Bailey very much enjoyed a softer, cuter aesthetic that involved a lot of pastel colors and fuzzy toys. Jaime's room on the other hand was more what Bailey had seen in other boy's rooms around their age, though this one was decidedly cleaner than most. In fact, it looked like it'd been cleaned extra well just for today; the detail blew by Bailey, but Jaime had indeed put in some extra work, since he'd hoped that Bailey would indeed show up to the party. Books were arranged on the shelf, the desk was uncluttered, the bed was made, the floor was free of debris or clothing. "Wow! You got a really cool room!" Bailey gushed, starting to walk around and look at the all the sights to see. "You really like anime, huh?" He added, taking a look at some posters on the wall that displayed whatever the current hit Shounen was. "Yeah, definitely! A lot of really cool stuff happens in anime; way better than the crap that plays on TV." "I don't really watch much. I like cartoons, but they're not like those kind." Bailey informed, moving along to Jaime's entertainment center. "Oh? Well, maybe we could watch one together some time. I could start you out with something simple." The older boy offered, "You play a lot of games?" Bailey's head went back and forth, swishing his white hair as he denied that. "No, well, not a ton. I like Nintendo stuff, not shooting stuff." "That's right, you like things cute, huh?" The boy giggled nervously and squeezed his stuffed bunny, "Y-yeah, I guess so. I hope you don't think that's lame..." "Not at all. I think that cute stuff can be cool too. You're not the only one with a stuffed animal or two." Jaime responded, moving in closer. Bailey felt bashful and knocked his knees together. He had the strongest urge to stick his thumb in his mouth, but he managed to suppress it for the time being. While Jaime had been very pleasant and friendly thus far, Bailey figured that there was a limit to how acceptable 'cute' would be in such an instance. "So, Bailey, I actually wanted to um...Talk to you about some junk..." The older boy's confident tone had disappeared, replaced by a nervousness that was more appropriate for Bailey. "Yeah? Like what kinda junk?" "Well, you see..." He started to say, before being interrupted by a booming voice from downstairs. "JAIME! I NEED YOU TO HELP WITH SOMETHING!" The boy sighed, "Duty calls. Why don't you stick around up here and I'll be back in a flash, okay? You can sit on my bed." Bailey nodded and watched as Jaime left the room to go assist his parents in whatever birthday endeavor they were currently embroiled in. The boy continued to look around the room, but made sure not to pass the threshold of snooping. "You heard him. Cute stuff is cool." The boy's eyes drifted down to the stuffed rabbit between his arms and the thick fog began to again spread throughout his head. Whenever his bunny talked to him, it was as if he was drifting through the tides of a dream. Bailey smiled and nodded, "Uh-huh. He did say that!" "Don't you think it's time to make him think you're *really* cool? You need to potty in your Pull-up! There's nothing cuter than a dumb little baby, remember? And he thinks cute things are cool, so..." Bailey beamed, "So he'll think I'm the coolest!" "That's right!" It always sounded so obvious whenever his bunny said it. Why didn't he always make big potties in his pants? He was a smart kid, so he shouldn't have to keep relearning this lesson! It made him feel so *silly*. Still, there was a niggling doubt that buzzed in the back of his brain. Should he really be making his training pants into a warzone? Hadn't he been worried about his sister trying to give him a diaper check? He'd know that had been bad, but now he couldn't remember exactly why. The rabbit seemed to sense his trepidation. "Then you won't have to be worried that your big sissy will be disappointed! Remember? You were afraid that she wouldn't find anything when she checks you." The ability for the bunny to recontextualize the situation was unmatched and Bailey felt that pesky doubt dissolve in his head. "Oh, yeah!" Bailey stuck his thumb in his mouth to suck on and he widened his stance. He hadn't really felt the urge to go, but the cake had been toiling in his gut, so the cannon was loaded. The boy bent his knees and squeezed his plushy tight. He pushed on his bowels, over and over, until he could feel something starting to happen. The dazed little tyke smiled warmly behind his thumb, his pink eyes glazed over and unassuming. He could feel the back of his Pull-Up filling with something large and simmering; any hint of rationality was gone right now, with only the bunny's commands driving Bailey's actions. He squatted further and was softly grunting to get the rest out. His training pants felt crowded, and his rump felt heated from the pile he'd made. A few more undignified toots would signal that the BM was coming to a conclusion, and he stood back up straight. "That's a good baby bunny boy! Now you should go find your sister. She'll be so proud!" The stuffed rabbit coaxed. Bailey nodded in agreement and departed the room. Back down the stairs he'd go, and out toward the backyard where the party was going on. Waddling around with a pantload was no easy task, but it was made simpler by his lack of tact; without having to worry about appearances, he could more easily move around bowlegged, where it'd be obvious that something was wrong, but he wouldn't be as obstructed in his movement. Luckily, he didn't seem to draw too much attention to himself. The younger kids were more preoccupied with the pinata that was strung up, and the adults were supervising. Hailey was off to the side at a chair with her phone in front of her face. Bailey didn't get far enough toward her to show off what he'd done, as Jaime had noticed him coming out and had stepped in to inadvertently intervene. "Was I taking too long? I'm sorry, they wanted me to help with the pinata..." Bailey looked indifferent, but then the older boy's voice seemed to help pierce the fog in his mind. The bunny's control over him wasn't absolute, and with something to break the enthralling, he could be free of it. The boy blinked a few times, trying to remember why he'd come down here in the first place, and why things felt so off. "No...I...Uhhh..." He rubbed his head, unsure how to explain when he himself had no real answer. Hearing both Jaime and Bailey nearby, Hailey had looked up from her phone and scowled at the sight. She was still angry, and now that her brother had returned, she was ready to make good on her earlier threat. While Bailey fumbled stupidly over his words, she was getting out of her chair and beginning to storm over to the pair. "Bailey! I think we need to do a little check, don't we?" The white-haired boy turned his head and somehow got paler than he naturally already was. "H-Hailey! N-no...We don't need to do that..." Jaime looked confused, "Check what? Like, blood sugar or something?" The girl chuckled, "No, nothing like that... Do you want to explain yourself, Bailey?" Bailey looked toward the ground and shook his head, "...No... Let's go inside..." If nothing else, then he could at least try to get some privacy. He was also not yet aware that his Pull-Up was in bad shape; he'd known that he'd piddled on himself a bit, but he hadn't been cognizant long enough to realize he was poopy. "No, I don't think we need to do that." The girl grinned, starting to reach for the back of his pants. "Besides, if you've been good, then there's nothing for you to be embarrassed about." It felt like time was slowing down for Bailey. He knew what was about to happen, but was powerless to stop it from occurring. He could feel her pulling back on his waistband, and then he heard a gasp from her, which he initially thought was just part of her theatrics. "Bailey! You're supposed to be using the big boy potty for that!" She mercilessly chastised without attempting to regulate the volume of her voice. Jaime looked stunned, and several onlookers from the pinata were left surprised too. As if to rub salt in the wound, Hailey tugged the pants all the way to his ankles, so that the training pants were there for everyone to see. While they didn't look too wet, the back had a sizable bulge that could be nothing else except something foul. "Look how big your uh-oh is! I'm going to have to call mom to come pick us up." Hailey sounded exasperated, but that part was an act. After today had been such a bust, she was personally more than ready to leave. "Step out of your pants. I don't want you leaking in them before we leave." The adults didn't intervene, as they didn't see it as a vindictive act, and they didn't want to involve themselves in something that was surely already humiliating for a little boy too old to be soiling himself. The little kids were all laughing and making immature jokes about it, while Troy looked embarrassed to have been bragging about being friends with a 'big kid'. Then there was Jaime, who had been silent throughout the ordeal and was now left staring at Bailey's Pull-Up. Once Hailey went off to make a phone call, with Bailey's pants in tow, Jaime stepped forward with a weak smile. He didn't really understand why Bailey was wearing a Pull-Up, or why a ten year old would be pooping his pants at a birthday party, but he wasn't completely put off by it. He'd already known about Bailey's puffy briefs, having caught sight of their existence throughout all those gymnastics classes, but he'd assumed it was just a bladder control problem, which he'd thought added in a strange way to the cute factor. "Those are some cool little prints." The older boy said with a finger pointing down at the designs on the trainers. "I'm sorry you had an accident. I probably should have told you where the bathroom was." Bailey sniffled and rubbed at his eyes with his sleeves, "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...I-I know you prolly don't wanna be friends with a dumb little baby..." Jaime smiled again. He'd been surprised, but not necessarily in a bad way. "I don't think you're dumb, Bailey. We should hang out again, without your sister getting in the way, okay?" "R-really? Even though I...?" Jaime nodded his head and put a hand on Bailey's shoulder. "Yeah, really. Just you and me, okay?"