Story #116: Sliding Down

Story #116: Sliding Down (Part 6 to the 'Pin-Cushioned' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, diaper check, supernatural elements, ongoing story) Jean-Baptiste was in a sticky situation, and not just the smelly one in his Pampers; Remy hadn't explained everything, but he'd at least verified that he was responsible in some way, and that meant Jean would need to temper his fury in order to save himself. The motive was obvious enough, since Remy was transparent in his appearance as a scorned lover, but why all this specifically? The trickster kept bringing up the past. He was dredging memories from the swamp that Jean wished could stay submerged under an abyssal bog. Was Remy only using his past as a way to hurt him? Or was there some special interest there? It was difficult to tell; Jean's sordid past with diapers was probably the only vulnerability that the cool kid had, but Remy still seemed so very fixated. "You're a good little boy, Jean. I could hear that you followed my orders to the letter. How's it feel? To be haulin' mud in your Pampers?" Remy asked, allowing the seesaw to become level. "G-gross. It feels like I took a giant crap in my pants, so gross would be the word I'd use." Jean muttered softly, his eyes darting away. "That's no good! You don't like having a big icky mess in your pants? I could change that for you if you want." "I-I don't want you to change me!" Remy laughed and shook his head, "Oh, mon ami, you misunderstand me! I didn't mean change your 'diaper'. I meant change your mind; make sure that the big baby likes having a filthy bottom." The offer made Julian very uncomfortable. Not just because it would be vile to enjoy such a thing, but because of the implication of what Remy could do to him. Making him have accidents or wear a diaper, that was all purely on the physical plain; Remy was talking about changing his very mind here though! "You...You can't do something like that. You can't change the way I think!" "I can if I so choose. I can change a lot about you! What you like, what you hate, how you think... If I didn't still want you for myself, then I could just rinse my hands of you and make you stupid enough to be sent back to the very start." Remy's eyes centered on his prey while he explained the extent of his power. While Jean was in denial, this wasn't something that Remy was bluffing about. The needles could go anywhere on the doll, and that included the head: memories, opinions, skills, abilities...Any and all of it could be corrupted, deleted or otherwise adjusted on a whim. That seemed too easy, and it also was admittedly dangerous for a novice like him to dabble in. Everything that Remy had done so far had been in the realm of simplicity. The precision and skill needed for making adjustments to the mind was akin to being a brain surgeon with a scalpel, while the accidents were on the skill level of being a hired goon with a bat. One wrong move and he could do some serious permanent damage to some part of Jean's mind. Still, it wasn't completely off the table. If Jean proved to be uncooperative, or if he became too dull, then the nuclear option was always available. There was a poetic beauty in destroying what he loved so much, and if Jean couldn't be a boyfriend, then the next best thing would be a pet... Arguably, Jean wasn't far from already being a pet. He was more of a plaything at the moment, but if that mouth kept getting uppity, then things may shift. It all very well depended on how much he would decide to play along. "I'd prefer to not have to do that, so why don't you just be a good boy for me, hmm?" Remy smiled, stopping the see-saw again to get off. "We're at the playground and babies love to play, do they not? Why don't you show me? Maybe go down the slide..." It sounded less like a suggestion and more like a demand. Jean bit his lip and carefully got himself off the seat of the see-saw. The blond could feel the hot poop shifting messily inside his diaper, and he knew that a trip down the slide would only make things a thousand times worse. "R-Remy please..." "Uh, uh, uh...First names are for equals. I think I'm a bit above you, don't you agree? Daddy might be a bit much right now...Especially since I'm not happy with you. Maybe master? Try that on for size, won't you?" Jean glared at the larger boy and then folded his arms, "...M-master, please don't make me go down the slide." "Hmm...Still sounds a little formal. I'll have to think on that... Regardless, I'm insisting that my stinky little boy have some fun! And fun would be going down the slide a few times. You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" Jean looked over at the slide and cringed as he saw it was somewhat occupied with younger kids who actually belonged here. Then again, the alternative was to upset Remy, and Jean didn't want to think about what would come next with the boy's supernatural powers. He let out a sigh and started to walk that way, hoping that his diaper wouldn't be noticeable, or the stench for that matter. The last thing his ego needed was to be mocked by grade schoolers for being a poopy diaper baby. Every step was a squishy reminder of the load in his pants, and he could feel Remy's eyes on his padded butt. There were only three or four kids that were using the slide, but that still meant waiting in a line with the pipsqueaks. He got into back and kept quiet, though it didn't take long for them to notice that a bigger kid had come to join them. They didn't think much of it at first, though they did give him some strange looks. Once it was his turn to climb the ladder, there were already two kids behind him in line. Meanwhile, Remy was sitting at a nearby picnic table with the doll in his lap and a desire to make things a little more embarrassing for his little plaything. He forced Jean to stop halfway up the ladder, when another kid had already began to climb behind him. "H-hey! Big kid! You gotta keep moving! You can't just stop!" The younger boy whined, before his nose started to wrinkle up. "Eww...You smell like POOP! Hey, everyone! The big kid smells like poop!" With his diaper having a full load in the back, there was no denying that Jean indeed smelled like poo up close. It was subtle enough to only be noticeable in a close proximity, but Remy didn't care for being subtle, so he decided to scoop some more mud down the back of the doll's diaper. Jean felt his hands tighten around the bars of the slide. "N-no I don't! Shut up before I-- before I..." He wanted to threaten the tyke, but his gut was gurgling a different tune. Without any control, he felt a muffled bout of gas rumble against his diaper, and then almost immediately after, a massive steamer started to crash into the back. The kid below him could watch in vivid detail as a giant protruding lump formed in the big kid's pants, crackling and popping as the massive snaking turd settled into the puffy diaper. "Ewwww! He's pooping himself! Everyone look!" The kid shouted, causing a ruckus at the bottom of the other children gawking and laughing. "S-shut up! I'm not p-pooping--!" He was interrupted by another juicy fart; Remy was doing a double-scoop here, since again, subtlety wasn't his style. Jean had to poke his rump out and he shuddered as a second firm log jettisoned out into his cramped diaper. It was powerful enough when it made impact, that the sudden weight of the load tugged down on his pants, and the top four or five inches of his diaper got displayed to the giggling children below. "Oh my gosh, he's wearing a diaper! The big kid is wearing a diaper like a baby!" "He's *pooping* in his diaper like a baby! He's not a big kid at all!" "That's so gross! I bet he's one of those dumb-dumb kids!" Their chatter was excited and inflammatory; without any adult supervision to keep them in check, the younger kids were little more than a vicious pack of hyenas. Jean wanted to get off the ladder and run away from them, since he doubted that Remy would allow him to try physically intimidating any of them. The kid below him wasn't budging though. The kid below him looked both disgusted and amused at the sight he'd had the honor of catching today; while it would be most sensible to let the stinky boy off, to preserve the sanctity of the slide, it would be far more funny to make the big kid slide down on his lumpy butt. "Keep moving, dookie-pants. I guess you got a squishy ride to do, don't you?" The little boy smirked, reaching up and pressing his palm against the large lump that Jean had made, to prod him to keep climbing. As expected, the load got mashed up against his rear, and that prompted Jean to keep climbing. The kids that had lined up behind him were abandoning their post to instead go around the side to get a better view once he reached the top. Jean considered going down on his stomach, to keep some dignity intact, but he could see that Remy was watching his every move. Clearly his tormentor expected him to do things the hard way, and that meant sliding down on his mushy tushy. Jean quietly groaned and planted his padded butt down at the top of the slide; he could feel the freshly deposited lumps getting mashed flat even more prominently, and it made him visibly wince at the gross sensation. With the set-up concluded, it was time for the main execution, but he felt locked in place. He was afraid his diaper might leak, and then he'd have nothing to hide his shame on the way home... The boy behind him had grown too impatient with the dilly-dallying, and he was grumbling quietly to himself. After a few more moments, that impatience grew into action and he gave Jean a rough shove from behind. The smelly boy went down the slide, and those few seconds felt like minutes. As he had worried, the squishing was far worse than anything he'd yet to encounter. The mushy contents of his oversized Huggies were forced to smear and ooze to every possible crevice within, and it left him feeling absolutely filthy by the time he reached the bottom of the slide. The only small consolation was that his diaper had held the mess without leaking, which both preserved the slide and his pants. Still, he had a gaggle of brats laughing at him and calling him a smelly baby, so his pride hadn't been preserved. He carefully planted his feet on the ground and tried to waddle away, as if none of that had just happened; he refused to engage with little kids any further than he'd already had to, and if he didn't make some distance, then he might find himself helping them lose some baby teeth. Remy had put the doll away for the moment, and he smiled to see his beloved returning to him with a red face. "Did my baby have fun on the slide? Did you make any friends?" "Can we please leave?" Jean asked instead of answering the infantile questions directed at him. "Already? We haven't been here that long. Do you need your diapee changed or something?" It was rhetorical, since both boys knew what the state of these Pampers were by this point. Unfortunately for Jean, it wouldn't be so easy to 'confirm' that with a simple affirmation. "My pants are full of crap and kids are laughing at me. Don't you think you've had your fun?" "Full of crap, huh? I'll be the judge of that." Remy stood up and motioned for Jean to turn around. Jean thought Remy would do a performative waistband check to humiliate him further, but moments after turning his bottom to Remy, he could suddenly feel cool air against his thighs. Remy had pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles, revealing the bulky diaper fully and catching the attention of those rude rugrats from the slide. "You really filled them up, Jean! Who knew such a little boy could make such a big stink, hm?" Remy announced, gripping the squishy backside of the diaper and kneading the warm mush inside. "Too bad I didn't bring anything to change you with...Guess you'll have to go home in poopy pants!" The smaller boy had no option but to take the invasion of his space; he just looked overwhelmed as the kids laughed about his big dirty diaper that his 'babysitter' was so blatantly and aggressively checking. Finally, and mercifully, Remy finished by patting his bottom and pulling his pants back up over the lumpy garment. "I guess we can cut our trip to the playground short...We don't want you to have a blowout, do we?" Remy took him by the hand and started to depart, to which Jean was more than ready to do, even if he had to waddle out of here like a giant toddler. Soon enough, they'd be far enough away that Jean didn't have to hear the amused cackles of his little 'bullies' any longer. "You looked cute playing out there. Then again, you've always looked cute to me, mon ami. I bet you would have had more fun if you were bite-sized like the rest of your little friends." Jean again felt uncomfortable with the strange combination of affection and sadism that Remy brought to the table. The larger boy was just an endless revolving door of red flags, and now Jean could confirm that he also had supernatural powers too. It was a dangerous combination. "We all have to grow up some time." Jean muttered in response, knowing the irony of saying that when he was hauling a massively pooed diaper under his pants. "Maybe...Maybe not. It could be fun to try recapturing the past, right? Maybe you'd come to accept your new lot in life if you had a chance to approach it from the beginning." Remy was thinking out loud again, just like he had when discussing how he could alter Jean's brain; from the way it came across, it sounded less commanding, as if Remy wasn't quite sure the limits of his own powers. "..From the beginning? I...I don't understand." "On the slide, you looked scared. You looked like you were trapped in a memory. You still haven't told me about what you were doing with diapers in second grade, but I have a pretty good idea. Maybe you need to become little like that again, so that you can accept that you're supposed to be a little diaper-boy. *My* little diaper-boy." Remy still wasn't making much sense to Jean. Was the creep really trying to imply that he could fling Jean back in time? Or make him physically regress back to grade school? Or was it merely a reference to making him become similar to how he'd used to be? It was too difficult to tell what the intention was, and Jean was frankly too frightened to inquire about it. Soon enough, Jean could see his house coming up, and he suddenly began to panic. He was wearing a poopy diaper, he still had to finish laundering his sheets, and he didn't know it yet, but his haphazardly tossed trash hadn't made it into the truck this morning. His parents weren't home yet, but his little sister would surely be. He was in a bind, and as much as it pained him, he'd have to ask Remy for his help.