Tale #44: Onto Something (Picture)

Tale #44: Onto Something (A sequel to 'Potty Breaks Are XP Waste') (Content Tags: Messy Goodnites, wet Goodnites, teasing, humiliation, intentional soiling and wetting, friends hanging out) There Joshua sat, Goodnite swollen with warm, sticky droppings, while the reality of his situation was catching up to him. He'd gotten so comfortable with just cutting loose while he was playing his game, especially with his mother enabling the childishly slobbish behavior. Brent waved a hand in front of his nose, "Well? Should I go get your mommy? Or does the stinky baby still have to finish making dookies in his diaper?" Before Joshua could answer, he heard the telltale noise of his character taking damage in the game and he swiveled back around to make sure he wouldn't die. Runescape had no pause option, and if he bit the dust, then he'd lose everything in his inventory except his top three items! While fighting a Broo-Doo victim, he was a victim of his own kind of 'doo', at least as evident by the rank fumes surrounding him. "I--just...just hold on...!" Brent laughed, leaning over his friend's shoulder to watch the computer monitor. "Come on, dude, really? You just took a giant dump in your pants, and you're going to keep playing? Just going to sit in your own stink? That's like something my two year old cousin would do!" The smelly boy squirmed, swiftly using an anti-poison potion from his inventory to vanquish the creature on the screen. Safe again, he clicked on a nearby jungle hut and breathed a sigh of relief. Now that his character was out of danger, he could deal with the real life danger that'd presented itself. "L-look...I umm..." What could Joshua even say about it? Brent had caught him red-handed in a poopy Goodnite, and had even watched him intentionally drop a giant load, just so he wouldn't have to take a break from Runescape. "So you're that committed, huh? You'd wear a diaper and poop in your pants, just so you can get ahead of everyone else? Or do you always wear them anyways, and nobody has noticed yet?" What was less embarrassing to admit to? That he was enough of a lazy slob to crap himself on purpose, or that he was too much of a baby to keep his pants clean? Joshua decided to opt for the truth. "Well...I was just wasting so much time getting up from the game to pee, so, umm..." Brent had backed away from Joshua, mostly due to the rank odor that was coming off the boy, and had instead started to peer around the blond boy's room. "That wasn't just pee, dude. You pinched a loaf in your pants!" It was true that the avid gamer had gotten much more functionality out of the bedwetter pants than just a fix for his small bladder. Proof of that was fuming right underneath him! "Y-yeah, I guess...You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?" Something had caught Brent's attention and he picked up a half-empty package of Goodnites off the floor near Joshua's dresser. "Goodnites? Aren't these for, like, peeing the bed? You pee the bed too? Or did you just think these were less embarrassing than real diapers?" Joshua wasn't happy that he hadn't been given a real answer there, but he decided that he'd double back around for it afterwards. On deciding how to respond to the question in turn, he had to consider the benefits of either response; had he selected these himself or were they just conveniently provided due to his bedwetting? The truth was somewhere in the middle of that. "...Sometimes. I wet the bed, sometimes." Brent clicked his tongue and pulled one of the Goodnites out of the plastic packaging. The boy turned it in his hands, examining the prints on each side, before beginning to stretch it open to get a better idea of its size. "Well, well, well... I've definitely learned some interesting things today, *Joshy*." The blond squirmed some more, wondering anxiously what Brent had in mind for him and his little secret. "But...You won't tell anyone, right?" Brent tapped his chin in thought and put the opened Goodnite on the bed, amused to notice the juvenile Spongebob sheets. "Well, I guess that depends. I bet everyone in our clan would think that it's really funny, if I told them. That'd be pretty embarrassing, huh? If they knew the reason you were so good was because you were peeing and pooping your pants." Josh tensed up, terror gripping him as Brent casually spoke of revealing what Joshua had been doing all this time. "N-no, please don't tell anyone! I'll stop doing it!" The other boy shook his head and smirked, "You don't need to start acting like a big kid on *my* account. You're obviously pretty happy to go in your diapee like a wittle baby boy." Brent came closer and gestured at the mouse, "Let me see your stats, and your quest log. I want to see just how good your character is." Joshua pursed his lips and grabbed a hold of the mouse again, facing toward the screen as he began to click through the different menus. Brent leaned on the chair that Josh was sitting in, getting a closer look at the avatar's stats. "You can fish sharks? And cut magics? No wonder you can afford an abby whip. Even your runecrafting is in the seventies! That must have taken a few packs of Pull-Ups to get through, huh?" The blond nodded slowly, "It...Took a while. Had to pay some runners to make it less awful..." "Now show me how many quests you have finished." The stinker obliged, and Brent's jaw dropped. "You've almost got them all finished? I knew you'd done Desert Treasure and Monkey Madness, but you already did Legend's Quest too?" "Y-yeah, it wasn't that bad, just a lot of back and forth into the jungle. The cape looks really cool too, doesn't it?" Brent seemed to forget for a moment the teasing that he'd been so caught up in, instead leaning in to get a closer look, his nose wrinkling at the offensive odor. As slobbish as Joshua now seemed, it was difficult to disagree that his devotion to the game had been worthwhile. That wasn't only due to the fact that his pants had become his toilet, but that part did stick out the most. "Nice Dharok legs, you do a bunch of Barrows runs?" "Yeah, I started out doing them with the Iban's Staff, since it hits so high, but the recharging was taking too much time. You have to go all the way back to the well in the underground pass, where you toss the crests. Now I usually just use blast spells and pray against melee, except for Torag and Verac, who I just tank the hits from." "Do you think you could show me your setup for it?" The tension cleared up for the moment, as Joshua began to display his impressive knowledge of the game to his would-be bully, who took in every piece of wisdom with bated breath. Once Josh had made it back to a bank in Seer's Village, he began to explain his loadout and strategies for dealing with the Barrows brothers. However, as Joshua had offhandedly mentioned earlier, he wasn't 'done' with the filling of his seat. He'd easily acclimated to the warm load in his pants over the last half-hour, but now that he was feeling pressure down below again, he was starting to wiggle in his chair. "You okay? You're looking kind of uncomfortable; getting diaper rash or something?" Brent asked, cracking a smile at the absurdity of the question. "N-no, I, uhh...I still need to um, g-go." The blond sheepishly admitted, starting to stand up from his chair. "So? You already have a dump in your pants. You might as well just finish up in your diaper; besides, you're not done showing me your bank." There was a teasing tone in Brent's statement, but it wasn't as malicious as earlier. Now that Brent was benefiting from his peer's immaturity, he seemed less judgmental of what Josh had done. With what he'd gleaned from the stinker's progress, Brent was actually considering that maybe this smelly strategy wasn't too laughable after all. "U-uh, okay...I guess you're right. Um, just...Maybe look away?" Joshua meekly requested, putting his hands flat on the desk to use for balance. "I don't know if I can go with someone watching..." "Yeah, sure." Brent shrugged, turning his head, though morbid curiosity would make him change his tune here in a moment. Seemingly satisfied, the boy bent his knees and started to strain, pushing on his bowels in hopes of getting things finished quickly. Some gas rippled out, and Brent suppressed a snicker at the sound; Joshua's freckled cheeks, naturally already rosey, were beginning to turn a much brighter red. A firm, wide load began to slowly descend into the already soiled seat of his Goodnite. It was heralded by a thunderous crackling, and Brent could see that the boy's bare legs were tensing up into a much tighter stance. "Mmph..!" The lad let out a soft grunt, his form shuddering in the wake of his herculean strain. "..Nggghh...Mmmm...Yuh!" The bottom of the Goodnite suddenly sagged low, as if Josh had just dropped a dumbbell down the back of the garment, and the crash of the turd was punctuated by the fabric sound of the bedwetter pants distending immensely. Brent hadn't held up his word. Halfway through the blatant defecation that was happening inches away from him, he'd succumbed to the urge to watch the trainwreck in progress. He'd already seen Joshua poop himself earlier, but being this close up and casual, it was a much more surreal experience for him. Joshua let out a loud, long sigh of relief and relaxed his posture. He could feel his bladder releasing too, and while he could have easily stopped the soaking, he was far too caught up in his recent deposit to care. He closed his eyes and smiled as the front of his Goodnite became warm and squishy, much like the back already was. The garment was at its limit, not that either boy was really considering that. If the gamer wasn't careful, he might run into the problem of a leak in his chair. "T-there...All done..." "Dang man, you really had to go! That thing looks like it's ready to fall off." Brent snickered. Joshua giggled a little bit too, briefly swinging his hips to emphasize the sagging state of it. "Yeah, I need to change soon. These aren't really meant for this kinda abuse for long." "In a few minutes. Let's finish looking at your bank first; you said you had a Santa hat?" The blond carefully sat back down with a squish and felt the contents of his dirty Goodnites shifting and smearing all throughout their confines. "Yeah, I'm saving up for a party hat, but the prices keep skyrocketing on them..." It'd be another thirty minutes of the pair playing and having fun, before a knock would come at his door, with his mother coming to bring snacks. "How's it going in here? I made you boys some cookies. They're fresh out of the oven!" "Thanks, mom!" Josh chirped, swiveling around to face the woman. She at first looked surprised by how casually her son was sitting there in only his Goodnite, not because that itself was abnormal, but because she'd thought he wouldn't want to present himself like that to any of his friends. Seeing how neither boy looked any worse for the wear from it, she decided that Brent must have already been in the know. After she placed the cookies down on the desk, she caught wind of the odor that'd been dominating the airspace of the room. "I think that it's probably time for a change, don't you?" Joshua glanced down and gave a bashful smile, "Y-yeah. Any more and I think it might burst!" He stood up to follow her. Usually she'd change him in his bedroom, but seeing as Brent was here, she was opting to lead him to the bathroom instead. "I'll be right back, Brent. You can boot up your account and I can help you with that troll quest when I get back." Brent nodded and watched Joshua waddle out of the room, looking like an overgrown toddler. He typed in his own account credentials and logged in, but while he waited, his eyes kept darting to the package of Goodnites by the bed. Maybe Josh had been onto something here?