Tale #91: Babysitting the Bully 3: Humiliation

Tale #91: Babysitting the Bully 3: Humiliation (Third chapter in the 'Babysitting the Bully' series) (Content Tags: Messy diaper, locking plastic pants, humiliation, babying, teasing, degraded bully, ongoing story) *DING-DONG!* That was the front door; that was the pizza delivery-boy with the pies that Patrick had ordered. That was the doorbell that Jasper was fully expected to address, even though he wasn't wearing any pants right now. No, no pants. Just an orange shirt and the baby-blue hue of his plastic pants, the same which guarded the furniture from his dirty diaper. He'd lost his pants privilege for lying, and he'd lost the right to return to underpants this weekend for pooping in his diaper. Jasper wasn't blameless in how these events had come to be: he had refused to swallow his pride and ask to use the toilet, which had led to him crapping himself in the first place. Taking a step backwards from that, Jasper had been the architect of this fate for even longer than just today. Jasper didn't know it yet, but Patrick was the older brother of a boy that Jasper relentlessly bullied at school. Jasper being a bedwetter had been a great help for Patrick to justify diapering the brat, and now that he'd messed himself, the justification was all the stronger. "That's the pizza, kiddo. Go get it, here's the money." Patrick handed the bills over and smiled. Jasper groaned and slowly stood up from the couch, "C-come on, Patrick...This isn't cool! Can't you just go get it yourself?" "Nope. You lied to me about having a stinky in your diapee, so I think that this is a fitting punishment. Would you prefer I take your plastic pants off? So the pizza guy can see your poopy diaper completely?" The preteen whined and gripped the bills in his hand, before he could walk away, Patrick stopped him and got him to hold out his other hand, which was filled with an assortment of change. "...There we go, that way it'll be the right amount, plus a nice tip for having to smell *your* stinky butt." With hands more encumbered, it'd be impossible to open the door while tugging down his shirt to cover up. Jasper mentally prepared for the humiliation and opened the front. "Alright, got your pizzas...One pepperoni, one supreme, both large.." Came the disinterested recap by the stoned teenager in uniform. "That'll be $23.72..." As soon as he'd finished rattling off the price, the teenager finally looked up from the receipt and saw Jasper in the doorway. Upon first look, he thought Jasper was just wearing blue undies, and then when he saw the shine, he thought it might be a speedo for swimming or something, but then when he got a really good look at it... "Umm, is that like, a diaper or something?" The pizza boy squinted, looking confused and perhaps wondering if he'd smoked too much before starting his shift this evening. He then looked back up at Jasper's face and there was a spark of recognition: "Wait, I know you! You hang around with my sister sometimes! That same spark of recognition came across Jasper's face too. He'd never formally talked to the teen, but he was undoubtedly Cynthia's older brother! The same Cynthia that he'd been trying to impress for the last year, who always seemed so impressed by his assertive attitude and dominant presence at school. "N-no, I don't think I know you at all, dude. You're confusing me with someone else..." Jasper insisted, shifting awkwardly where he stood and feeling a cramp burning in his belly. Thirty minutes had been just enough time for the 'medicine' that Patrick had put in his cup. The first accident was all Jasper's fault, but with the potency of the liquid laxative that had spiked his drink, he'd be having unfair accidents for the rest of the evening. "No, no, little guy. I definitely remember that doofy haircut, haha. I didn't know my sis was making friends at the preschool, or maybe you're just in the dipshit class and she feels bad for you." The teenager laughed some more, not acting even remotely professional. "Just give me the damn pizza! This isn't a freakin' diaper!" Jasper growled, extending his hand to give over the money, and accidentally fumbling some coins onto the ground, to which the teen didn't seem to notice. "Yeah? Then what is it? Doesn't look like any diaper I've ever seen, but it definitely isn't normal underwear." The pizza boy commented, taking the money and handing over the pizzas. "Does this include tip?" "T-they're special, for working out, and yeah, five bucks." Jasper lied, ready to close the door, to which the pizza boy stopped him. "Hey, hey, I gotta count this shit out. Wait a second there, 'muscles'." Patrick had arranged the payment to be as obnoxious as possible. Mostly singles, except a random pair of fives, and the smallest change he could muster. For a dazed stoner, it would take a couple of counts to get right. As the teen sifted through the bills, he was finally starting to get a whiff of what Jasper was radiating, and his nose gently wrinkled. "Ugh, something smells gnarly." He commented, not yet connecting the dots on the odor and the padded preteen. He lost count and had to start over, much to Jasper's irritation. "Little dude, you kinda stink. You sure that's not a diaper? It kinda smells like you shit yourself." The teen's tone reflected that he was joking, since he didn't truly believe that the boy had soiled himself, even if he was actually wearing a diaper. For Jasper though, it was no joke and directly on the head. "You're missing fifteen cents." The teen finally announced, to which Jasper already knew, since he'd seen the dime and nickel fall to the ground. Jasper had really been hoping that the teenager would have either missed the error or shrugged off the tiny amount, but that didn't seem to be the case. "...Oh, looks like I dropped it when I handed it over." Jasper begrudgingly muttered, nearly wincing as he felt another painful cramp in his belly. The two both stared at the pair of coins at the threshold of the front door. Jasper thought that the delivery guy would bend down to grab them, but he made no such moves. "...Are you going to get those?" The teen finally asked, sounding a little annoyed at the lack of action. Still holding the boxes of pizzas in his hand, Jasper would have to maneuver himself carefully, especially with his sense of balance being impacted by the messy diaper around his waist. He gritted his teeth and slowly lowered down on his haunches, reaching out to gingerly pinch the coins from the carpet. Getting down into that position, the cramping in his bowels hit a crescendo, and his eyes widened as a juicy fart sputtered wetly into the mushy backside of his puffy babypants. The muck already inside made the gas muffled, but still undeniable, and as he continued to fart, he could feel hot poop beginning to surge out and spread throughout the inside of the diaper. "Sick! I knew I was calling you a dipshit, but I didn't think you'd shit in your pants! You got problems, little dude." "I think it would be more accurate to say he did that in his diaper, isn't that right, Jasper?" Suddenly came Patrick's voice from behind him. "Good thing I decided to wait to change him, otherwise that'd be two dirty diapers in thirty minutes!" "Patrick? This is your place? Wait, I thought your little brother looked more like you did, and I thought his name was Casey or some shit like that." The delivery boy raised an eyebrow, obviously recognizing the babysitter from school. "I don't live here, and Jasper isn't my little brother. Thank god for that; my brother isn't so poorly behaved! And he definitely doesn't still need to wear diapers. I'm just here babysitting for the weekend, while little Jasper's parents are out of town." Patrick explained, reaching down to give his charge a pat on the head. "Jesus, I hope they're paying you extra to watch the little loser. I couldn't do diapers, especially not for some retarded tween." Jasper was starting to tear up in frustrated humiliation. Why was all of this happening to him? He felt like such a big-shot amongst the other kids his age, but as soon as teens came into the equation, it felt like he was just a little kid! He grabbed the two coins off the ground and slowly stood back up, the back of his plastic pants sagging a little bit now. "I'm not retarded or anything, just take your stupid fifteen cents." The boy seethed, face ablaze and hand stretched out. "Yeah, Jasper isn't stupid in the head or anything. At least not clinically. He just acts like a giant toddler because he's immature. That's exactly why he still needs a babysitter." Patrick grinned, grabbing the pizzas from Jasper, while the delivery boy took the outstanding balance. "Yeah, ya know, I think that's actually worse. At least if he was a head-case, then he'd have an excuse. Well, good luck with the shitty Pampers, I guess; I need to get back on schedule." He turned to leave, but before he did, he tilted his head back and added: "Oh, and I'll be sure to let Cynthia know you said hello." Patrick shut the door and locked it, before casually heading back into the living room with the pizza. Things had gone even better than he'd planned! He'd picked pizza, and that pizza place, with a very specific scenario in mind. Caiden, his poor brother, had spilled a lot of details about Jasper that Patrick had taken into account for this weekend. One of those things had been the girl that Jasper pined for: Cynthia. As chance had it, that girl's older brother went to school with Patrick! That older brother also worked weekends at the pizza place as a delivery driver, and Jasper's house was right within that range. It'd been a very minor gambit, since they easily could have gotten a different delivery driver and the guy might not have recognized Jasper at all, but things had worked out very nicely. The fast-acting laxative had worked nicely too; Patrick had hoped that it'd be effective enough in time to force an accident, and it'd delivered. Fate had gone along with his ploy too, since Jasper likely would have been able to hold it if he hadn't had to pick up those coins! "So, you know Brandon's little sister?" Patrick casually asked while walking into the kitchen and setting the boxes down on the counter. "The pizza guy? Y-yeah, his sister goes to my school..." Jasper mumbled, carefully waddling behind, the sound of the swaying slop in his diaper announcing his every step. "Oh? Is she your little girlfriend? Or is she more like a big sister?" The teen smirked, getting out some plates. "S-she's just a girl that I know! Stop making it weird." "Sure thing, Romeo. Just a little word of advice, from someone who's got experience in the dating world...Girls don't want to date babies. They might want to take care of them and pinch their cheeks, but most chicks want their boyfriends to be pottytrained." Jasper clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "I *am* pottytrained!" "Is that why you crapped your pants again in front of the delivery boy? You said the first time was from holding it too long, so what's the excuse this time?" Patrick raised an eyebrow, beginning to put slices on each plate. That was something that even Jasper wasn't sure of. The first time *had* been because he waited too long, because he hadn't wanted to ask permission to use the toilet, but this time...It'd just happened! The cramps had been severe, but he wouldn't have imagined that they'd denote a failure to control himself. "I-I dunno! I just thought it was going to be a fart..." "Well, it was a fart. Kudos on ripping a big one, champ, but it also ended with you shitting on yourself again, so...Points deducted for that, I guess." Patrick handed Jasper a plate with three slices of pizza on it, "There. Go sit at the table and I'll bring you a drink." Jasper looked down at the plate and first realized that it was plastic; it was also decorated in cute little animal pictures! It looked like dish-ware for a preschool. More important than that though: "Wait, you just want me to go sit and eat? Can't I get out of this thing first?!" "I seem to remember saying that as punishment for lying to me, that you wouldn't be getting a diaper change until after dinner. Do you not remember that?" Jasper bit his lip and glared at the teenager, but he relented and trudged over to the dinner table. If he wanted to get out of this gross thing anytime soon, then he'd have to comply, or else Patrick may extend things out even further. The preteen begrudgingly sat down in one of the chairs and grimaced as he felt himself sliding around inside the messy garment. A few moments later, Patrick came to the table and put a sippy cup of milk next to Jasper's plate. "There. Something to drink with your dinner." Patrick didn't sit down at the table with him, which Jasper found odd, but the juvenile cup took priority here. "Why'd you give me a toddler cup? Why do you even have a toddler cup?!" "I'm a babysitter, remember? I come prepared, even when the brat I'm watching likes to think that he's a big, bad boy. You're in a poopy diaper right now, kiddo; act like a baby and you'll be treated like one. I could go find a bottle instead, if you'd prefer that." Jasper narrowed his eyes, but still took a sip from the infantile cup. "Ugh...I hate milk..." "Drink every drop, it does a body good. Might help you stop being such a pathetic runt." Patrick chuckled, getting a can of soda for himself. "I'm normal-sized for my grade! You're just old and freakishly big." The younger boy seethed, being over a foot smaller and about a hundred pounds lighter than the teen. "Right...Well, let me just add one more touch." Patrick came around behind Jasper and started to lift his shirt, "Hands up!" and he then suddenly tied a bib around his neck that said 'Lil' Stinker'. "We don't want you making a mess *outside* your pants too. Enjoy the grub, tiger, I'll be on the couch." Jasper felt especially small now, to be stripped down to just his dirty diaper and plastic pants, with nothing else but a bib to cover him. Worse, he was being relegated to eat in solitude! "W-what? Why aren't you eating in here?" "Your stink would make me lose my appetite, and you probably shouldn't be on the couch anyways, since you're all dirty. Eat as much as you want and then I'll get you changed, okay?" Patrick waved his charge off and headed off with his own pizza. The boy sulked and started to eat, while taking occasional sips of the milk that he despised so much. He was hungry enough to get three more slices once his plate had emptied, though he had to agree with Patrick that the odor was making it hard to enjoy his meal. It was luckily still relatively faint from the guard of the plastic pants, but it was undeniably still there, and it was taking a long time for Jasper to become nose-blind to it. Once he had finished, he tore the bib from his neck and tossed it on the table in disgust. He hadn't removed it previously because Patrick had been there, and once he'd started eating, he had pretty much forgotten that it was even on. Finishing though, and leaning back in his seat, he'd become all too aware of its presence. "Damn idiot...Trying to treat me like a baby..." Jasper grumbled quietly, standing up out of the chair. It was Friday evening, and his parents wouldn't be home until Sunday night, and he was just supposed to put up with this junk? "Hey! I'm finished!" Jasper called out as he waddled out of the kitchen, "That means you have to let me change!" Patrick looked up from the television, "Hm? No, that means you get the privilege of getting your diaper changed. If you're rude, then maybe it'll wait until bedtime, is that clear?" The boy stood in front of him and folded his arms, "Y-yes sir..." "Good. Might be the right time to get you in the tub too, after you've been marinating like that." The teen took Jasper by the hand and started to lead him off; the babysitter had barely begun to show this bully was humiliation truly was, this was just an appetizer!