Tale #81: The Audition (Part 2)

Tale #81: The Audition (Part 2) (The fourth chapter to 'Faulty Models') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, diaper blowout, acting like mushbrain, humiliation, ongoing story) His buttcheeks were coated with hot sticky poop. Julian had been sitting in the dressing room for less than five minutes, and he'd already splattered his jumbo-sized Huggies with soft-serve dump. His sole audience member was cackling like a hyena over it too. Andrew had been bemused when he'd heard what his father would be up to; the man was a top casting director who freelanced with all sorts of big name companies, and so he had a distinct variety to the projects he got called on, but nothing ever as bizarre as this. The man had brought his work home with him enough to tell Andrew the exact nature of the product that he needed a model for; he'd had to, after the little boy had asked how hard it was to find a baby to use. Dummies in diapers were a little harder to find, especially when narrowing it down to this age bracket (which Julian was technically a little too old for). A part of Andrew had thought that there would be more movie-magic involved. He thought that someone would simply have to wear a diaper for some pictures and commercials, and the thought of the product's necessity for its advocate hadn't really brushed his thoughts. Looking at Julian, and more importantly having heard what explosion had just taken place in the snug confines of his oshkosh overalls, he realized this was no case of pretending. "Hehe, you're so gross! I can't believe you just did a big poop in your pants, just like babies do in their diapers!" The curly-haired kid laughed. Julian grimaced and shifted awkwardly in his chair; the smelly poop was like a warm paste, and any amount of movement was only making the situation worse. Why'd he have to do this? Why couldn't he have just held it in? The only silver lining was that this might mean he could avoid dooking his britches for the camera. Taking into account the three meals worth of fast food and the full bottle of laxative-laced fruit juice that he'd had to drink on the way here, that silver lining would end up as brown as his diaper. "I-I didn't mean to do that! It was an accident!" He shot back at Andrew, his palms flat on his knees. "Well, duh. Isn't that what dumb-dumbs do? They can't help it. They go potty in their big dumb Pampers." The younger boy explained slowly. "I'm not dumb! My mom is just making me act dumb so I get the job!" Julian suddenly exploded, feeling too angry from the condescension to keep the secret any longer. Andrew blinked and looked skeptical of the claim; Julian had just filled his pants, or more likely his diaper, and that was just an 'act'? The boy wasn't buying it, not without some real proof. "Oh, really? Prove you're not dumb then. Can you even spell 'dumb'?" "D-U-M-B." Julian recounted without any hesitation, while his glare intensified. Andrew seemed surprised that the smelly moron could spell the word, or any word for that matter. "Hm...Okay, how about...Ten multiplied by twenty!" The older boy had to think about that one for another moment, but once he had it, he confidently answered "Two-hundred!" For a third grader like Andrew, this impromptu IQ test appeared to do the trick. He gave a more discerning eye to Julian and began to circle around him, as if needing to verify things from every angle. He stopped behind the older boy and suddenly tugged upward on the straps of his overalls; Andrew didn't have nearly enough strength to lift him, but he at least forced the poopy diaper to squish worse against Julian's rump. "H-hey! Stop that!" The younger boy snickered some more at the gross sounds that Julian's messy diaper was making. "So, if you're not really a dummy, then you're just a liar? You're just pretending to be a stupid diaper-pooper?" "I-I told you, my mommy is making me do this. I don't want my face put all over commercials or whatever for diapers..." Andrew made his way back around, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Wow, and I thought it was bad when my mom makes me eat brussel sprouts...At least she never made me put on diapers and poo all over myself! That's so super gross..." Julian's face got pink again, and he was left wondering if it was actually all that less embarrassing for the truth to be known. Now Andrew thought he was a kid with a normal intellect that had been forced into the ultimate degradation for a simple paycheck. "Y-yeah...w-well.." "So was that an accident or were you just acting?" "It was an accident! She won't let me use the toilet and I couldn't hold it any longer...!" Hearing of the bathroom restriction made Andrew laugh some more. "Haha, wow. Grounded from the big kid potty, huh? Have to do all your poopies in your pants..." The kid looked to be thinking about this more. He was a spoiled rich kid, so sympathy was at the bottom of his list of possible conclusions to reach. Instead, he wanted to mess with Julian some more! "I've never met any kids who had to do anything like that... My dad probably won't be happy if he finds out you're faking; you probably won't be picked!" Julian looked nervous at that, but after a moment to reflect, he instead began to get a relieved look on his face. He could get out of doing this and still keep some plausible deniability with his mother; he could just say that Andrew hadn't bought his act! "Y-yeah, I'm okay with that. I don't wanna do this, so you'd actually be helping me out..." He shouldn't have said that. If he'd looked genuinely anxious or distraught about losing the role, then perhaps Andrew would have tanked things for him, as an act of cruelty. Instead, the cruelty would be that he *wouldn't* do anything to make it more difficult for Julian to be picked; in fact, he might even personally advocate to his father about selecting the poor boy! Andrew smiled, "Nah. I think it'll be a lot more funny if you just have to keep pretending to be a dummy. It'll be our little secret, poopy-pants." Julian didn't get a chance to beg for help. Instead, the door to the dressing room opened and his mother was coming in with the director. "Everything fine in here, Andrew?" The man casually asked. "Yes, dad. Well...Except the kid you brought in here; he pooped his pants, and it really stinks!" Even if Andrew had kept quiet, the pungent stench would have been impossible to miss; the man looked down at him, looking somewhat disappointed that this little accident had happened before they'd had a chance to get him on the set. Still, it did reinforce that Julian was a proper candidate, and there would always be time later for getting the right shot. "Is that true, sweetie? Did mommy's special little boy make a big poo-poo for mommy to clean up?" His mother cooed, which filled Julian with more disgust than the literal waste that caked his buttcheeks. "...Yes, mommy. Me maked you a big boom-boom!" Julian replied, having to look away from Andrew to get back into 'character'. "Well, this is a good time to get him into the product anyways." The man interjected, going over to a cabinet in the dressing room, deliberating mentally on what size to pick and then pulling out a large package of diapers. "Put him into one of these and we'll go do some test runs on the set." It was the first time that he had actually gotten to see the product that he was supposed to become the face of the brand for; the diapers were called 'Tardees' and while that alone should have been a non-starter, the rest of the packaging was equally appalling: The current drool-monkey playing the model was displayed on the front, with a dumb smile and vacant eyes; nothing obscured the giant diaper around his waist, and stink fumes had been superimposed over the picture. The tagline read: 'For those special boys with a mushy mind and a mushy tushy.' The other details weren't much better, and it all made sure to keep hammering the point home that these were specially manufactured to be heavily graded for very heavy pooping. It was a niche that the company had carved out for itself with this product, to not simply make a diaper for general incontinence, but one intended for the intellectually downtrodden and specifically for the retards that crapped their pants enough to necessitate a specific diaper for it. Once his mother opened the package and took one out, Julian could observe how much bigger it looked than the one he was currently wearing. It must have had twice the bulk, and the backside easily was closer to thrice the thickness. The white garment was decorated with all sorts of colorful designs and prints, the most distinctive of which were infantile cartoon characters, as if it was an upscaled toddler diaper. It was too much for him to take in; Julian could feel himself getting dizzy, and his body decided to react to the shock in a less dignified manner. His mother had just made a makeshift changing mat on the ground, but before she could come to untether him from his leash, a violently powerful fart erupted from him. It was more explosive diarrhea, compliments of his mother's sabotage from earlier, and the high-powered geyser of slop shot into his dirtied seat with the velocity and force of a tidal surge. It was simply too much for the garment to handle, and before he'd concluded the sudden splattering, the back of his overalls were staining a muddy brown as they too got filled. "Guess you weren't done, were you?" She didn't know he'd leaked yet; heck, he didn't recognize it yet either. But Andrew sure saw the vile transformation of the clean canvas cloth being so heavily soiled. "Eww! The poop is all over his butt!" The younger boy accused with a pointed finger, "His overalls are getting all gross and poopy!" If something like this had happened at literally any other point, then Julian knew he'd be getting both verbally and physically punished over it. His mom would go ballistic if he ruined his clothes like this at home, and she'd probably take them away in retaliation. Here though, in front of the director that could make her a wealthy woman, the disgusting incident was actually quite welcome. Clean-up would take a lot longer than expected, and once his overfilled diaper was getting untaped, Andrew would finally leave with his father to avoid having to smell the opened garment. With it being just the two of them, his mother went back to coaching him while she got him cleaned up. "Today is your only chance, Julian. You need to step your game up, do you understand? If you mess this up for me, then I'm going to make you wish you were still living with your grandparents." The irony of that statement was stunning, and it took self-control for Julian to avoid making a snarky comment. He would much rather still be living a normal life again; it was only by fear that he remained obedient, but the years of abuse had also warped his mind to crave the approval of his narcissistic mother. That cycle had been broken when she'd gone to prison, and he'd seen his own victimization for what it was, but now that he was back in her hands, it was hard for him to avoid devolving emotionally back to that place he'd been. It was the duality of his situation that he struggled with. He hated her and loved her at the same time; he deeply feared and resented her, but also was desperate to make her proud of him; he knew he was being manipulated, and yet he still was wrapped around her finger. His overalls were totaled. She didn't bother to keep them to clean, and instead threw them away with his loaded diaper. So now, all he had was his shirt, shoes, and the new diaper his tushy had been christened with. Julian knew he wouldn't need his overalls for the commercial, but now he was more embarrassed about the fact that he'd later walk out of the building without anything to hide his diaper. That was a concern for later. The more pressing matter was what he was getting led by the hand to; what would he be doing for this audition? What could even be expected of him? He hoped that it wouldn't require too much coordination, because he quickly discovered that trying to walk in a pair of 'Tardees' was like trying to walk with a load in his other diapers. It was absurd, but true; at baseline cleanliness, this diaper was already as cumbersome as a fully filled normal one. The woman brought him into a room that Julian had seen a thousand times before; there were lights, camera, and a staging area set up for him. The only important person in here was the director (and his jerk of a son), but there were others in the room that would be running things. "Ah, good, we can get things rolling! Now, I think we'll just start out with seeing how photogenic our little star is, okay?" His mother ushered him toward the staging area and he knew it was time to perform, just like a hundred auditions before, except this time he'd be playing the role of a drooly pantsfiller. It was more difficult than one would expect, since he had to walk a tightrope of pretending to be extremely dimwitted, while also tempering how good at following directions he could still seem. Julian decided to split the difference; he'd mostly follow what the director was asking of him, but he'd make it appear as if he was slow to understand, allowing the helpers to assist whenever he took too long. In a normal audition, being anything less than perfect would mean failure, but there was nothing normal about this audition. "..Alright, big smile now, like someone just brought you some cake! Good job!" The man directed, getting plenty of pictures of the actor from multiple vantage points. Julian could feel Andrew's eyes on him. He knew the boy was enjoying every moment of this, with the knowledge that Julian was being made to act like a diaper-clad retard; the fact that only Andrew knew made it all the sweeter for the younger boy. It was as if he and his father were watching two completely different performances. "Squat down, and pretend like you're playing with a toy." Came the next order. Julian squatted down and nearly lost his balance in the process; his coordination was totally off-kilter with this new diaper! He had to go more slowly, and the director continued to egg him on to get lower and lower, until... **PBBBFFFFFT! PRAP!** Julian hadn't meant to fart like that; it'd sputtered out without any control, and it was an omen of what was about to happen. Even with all the thick padding to muffle it, the acoustics of the room made it unmistakable. "Dad, did you hear that?" Andrew laughed, rocking in his chair in a bemused fervor. "He farted super loud! I bet he has to poop again!" The director looked at Julian and then over to his mother. "You think we could get a shot of him actually 'using' the product? We can't wait all day just waiting on an accident to happen." "Sure, Julian is really quite good at taking orders, and it's not like he wouldn't be messing himself eventually anyways. You hear that, sweetie? Mommy needs you to make a big poopie for the camera, okay?" No, it was not okay. None of this was okay.