Tale #80: Testing the New Gear

Tale #80: Testing the New Gear (Part 4 of 'Potty Breaks are XP Waste') (Content Tags: Intentionally messing and wetting diapers, shame, slice of life, ongoing storyline, diaper change) Diapers for a kid his age were not the easiest to come by. He was too old to fit in anything meant for a toddler, at least in a way that would make for effective protection, and on the flipside he was too small for anything intended for adults. The average grocery store or even pharmacy didn't have anything in stock for youth incontinence specifically, which would take the search online. It would be a couple of weeks before they would arrive, so Joshua's mother had begun to more frequently check on him, to make sure his Goodnites weren't on the verge of leaking; the boy found the intrusions annoying, since he needed to be uninterrupted for his gaming, but he kept his eyes on the prize. Brent had been talking more with him about his strategy, seeming increasingly supportive about it. Joshua still wasn't aware that the boy had snatched one of the disposable briefs from him to try for himself, but Brent did allude to considering purchasing a pack. Joshua was glad that Brent had come around on it; partially for the solidarity, but mostly because it meant that he wouldn't go blabbing his secret to the rest of their clan. Josh even felt so inclined to tell Brent that he would soon be getting something better than the Goodnites, and offering to offload one of the packs of the Pull-Ups that'd be left in his closet. His mother was the type of shopper to buy things in bulk, so he still had three or four full packs of unopened Goodnites. He knew he'd still wear them during the day, when he was out of the house, but not wearing them to game or to bed would make it a lot slower for him to burn through them. Nearly two full weeks after he'd had his blowout, the boy came home from school to see that his diapers had finally arrived! Much like the Goodnites, his mother had ordered multiple packages of them, and each package had thirty of the garments inside; doing the math would reveal he had enough diapers to be wearing them the next two or three months. She'd also bought a few pairs of plastic pants, which she explained was a precaution, in case the diapers were deemed insufficient. The gamer was ecstatic! He had never even heard of plastic pants, but they seemed like a direct buff to the buff he was already getting. He would keep them in mind for the longest of his gaming sessions, but for now, he needed to try the diapers themselves. Today was a good day for it too, since it was Friday and that meant he could stay up later playing. "Now let's make sure these fit, okay?" His mother gently said, prompting him to lay down on his bed. It was a very different feeling to have to lay down to get the garment put on him; the Goodnites had been something he put on like underwear and took off like underwear too, but the diaper required more finesse than that. Pulling it from the package, Joshua could immediately tell that these were much thicker than what he was accustomed to. His mom didn't cheap out on what she'd picked; these weren't generic youth diapers meant for light incontinence, these were heavy-duty and medical grade! They were plastic-backed and easily three to four times thicker than his Goodnites had been. They were plain white and had two large tapes, they would ride up on him higher than the Goodnites did too. The woman pulled his shorts off of him and took a look at the Goodnite he'd worn to school, which was soggy by this point. His bodily control had genuinely suffered from his willing use of the garments over the time he'd been using them; since he soaked and soiled himself every day at the computer, he was having real accidents now too. It'd been that way for a while, and it was primarily his bladder that had weakened to such a point, but he often came home with brown streaks in his seat too, or small messes. Would the switch to diapers accelerate that loss of control? It wasn't something Joshua had really thought much about. He was too young and reckless to consider what long-term damage he might be doing to his own toileting. The woman cleaned him up and got him situated in the diaper. Once it was taped on, she told him to sit up and tell her how they felt; the puffy garment crinkled with his movement and he quickly realized that the bulk caused his thighs to splay out. The thickness of the diaper would inadvertently make it even harder to hold it in, since he couldn't really cross his legs or effectively clench his buttcheeks like this. "It feels okay." He would reply, having to hide his excitement about it and instead seeming bummed. She gave him a pat on the rear and put the diapers away, "I know it's embarrassing, honey, but this way you won't have any more icky leaks. I'm going to go get started on dinner; let me know if you need anything." Being left to his own devices, he of course logged onto Runescape. It was a peculiar feeling to sit in his chair with the diaper under his butt, and admittedly, it was a lot more comfortable. The Goodnites had never offered enough padding to make it anywhere nearly as plush as the diaper turned out to be; the only downside that became immediately obvious was that the crinkly plastic-backed garment didn't breathe very well. It wasn't a big problem now, especially since he often gamed naked aside from his undergarments, but it might be more troublesome once it started to get hot outside. He couldn't imagine wearing these in the middle of Summer, and what a sweaty mess it would reduce him to! That was a problem for his future self; for now, he was logging in and getting comfortable in his chair. Brent wasn't online yet, so he couldn't let the boy know that the diapers had finally arrived just yet; instead, Joshua decided that he'd get some grinding in, with fishing feeling like an obvious choice. A teleport to Seer's Village and a quick jaunt over to Catherby was all it took to put him on the beach near White Wolf Mountain. He had his lobster pot ready, and since it didn't require much input from him, he loaded up an internet browser on the side. He got onto Youtube, something that'd just come out earlier in the year; it'd helped replace his usual visit to Newgrounds, especially since he could find old shows uploaded! Sure, they came in three chunks and the quality was atrocious (not to mention the buffering) but it was better than nothing. He threw on some Sailor Moon and divided his attention between the game and his show. His mom would come back into his room to bring him a snack and something to drink, as was tradition after school, and she asked if he was still comfortable. The little boy gave a simple nod, hardly looking away from his computer monitor to do so. He would idly dig in once she had left, and not much later, the urge to urinate would strike him. Joshua leaned back in his chair and relaxed his bladder, just as he'd done repeatedly in his Goodnites for most of the year. He would usually feel the need to hold back his surge from being too strong, since he'd recognized the potential for his prior garment to leak if he hosed himself too fast with too much. He was feeling bold with the diapers though, so he threw restraint to the wind. Warmth spread rapidly around his crotch as he actively peed himself; the diaper was immediately wicking the moisture away and absorbing it into the bulky material. The garment swelled slowly in front with a powerful hiss that slowly subsided into a weak piddle, and looking down, he could see a faint yellow stain had formed from his 'relief'. He gave the front a squeeze to see how the diaper was holding up and was satisfied to report that the diaper had taken the mighty flow without a hint of struggle. It also came to his attention that the diaper retained the warm squishy feeling of being wet a thousand times better than the Goodnites had; it was actually very pleasant! His computer beeped and he looked down to see that someone had messaged him on AIM. It was Brent! Joshua wondered why his friend wasn't on Runescape right now and sent him a poorly spelled inquiry about it. The response explained that his membership had just expired, and he wouldn't be able to play the full game until next week, when he got his allowance. Joshua couldn't blame him for avoiding the game altogether until his membership was re-upped; it was hard to go back to the minimalism of 'free-to-play'. After relaying his sympathy, Joshua mentioned that he was finally wearing a real diaper, and that he was pretty sure that they'd be a massive upgrade to his time management versus the less illustrious Goodnites; it was a bizarre thing for a boy his age to be bragging about, since it was so counterintuitive to being viewed as mature, but among dedicated gamers the concept was a little different. He wasn't a *baby*, he was just a real l33t gamer! This is probably what the pros did! Brent messaged him back and asked if he'd tried it out yet, and Joshua answered that he'd only peed in it so far, and that it had way better absorbency. Brent asked about pooping in it, and the boy had to admit that he hadn't gotten that far yet. Joshua wanted to do a proper review for his friend though, and he hadn't gone number two since this morning, so why not now? Joshua made sure his character was still fishing for lobsters and then got up off of his chair. He'd gotten pretty good at messing himself while sitting down at his desk, but that was out of necessity; why not be more comfortable when he was doing it more freely? It also gave him a chance to walk around in his piddled pants, which was admittedly much more cumbersome than the Goodnites. He shrugged that part off. He was only going to wear these while he sat at the computer in his room, so why did it matter how well he could walk? Joshua situated himself in the middle of the room and began to squat down, jutting his puffy bottom outward in anticipation of what would come next. The Goodnites had been fairly lackluster at holding fluids, and unsurprisingly since it was a 'bedwetting' garment, hadn't been all that keen at holding his loads either. Even before the planned blowout that he'd had, Joshua hadn't been able to stay in messy Goodnites for long without worrying about leaks. The diaper had already surpassed the glorified Pull-Up for number one, and now he'd find out about number two! The boy beared down on his bowels with a mighty push, and then another; his urgency wasn't so much that he could immediately fill his seat. He'd actually have to put in some real effort to test the poo-capacity of this thing. After three or four big pushes, the latter half which involved increasingly vocal grunts, he could finally feel that he was prairie-dogging in his diaper. He was close to some results, but he needed an even more ergonomic posture for them; he put his palms flat on the floor of his room and stuck his diapered derriere up in the air. Another big push, eyes squinting shut, and something big and mushy began to touch cloth. A part of him could recognize that perhaps this had all gone a little far. It was one thing to slobbishly soil himself because he was too lazy or addicted to get up from his chair, and those pantloads were the result of him running out the clock on his control; those occasions involved staying mostly seated, or popping a squat right by his chair, but this was a posture that was really only reserved for a dumb, drooling baby. It was the first time he'd felt ridiculous about pooping his pants in a while; there was even a soft tinge of regret that flashed through his mind when the smelly mass fully plopped into the back of his diaper. That was another thing: *his* **diaper**. The Goodnites were something that could at least be imagined to be intended for a kid his age, but a bonafide diaper was something else altogether. His belly cramped and Joshua realized he was expecting an encore; it was far too late to consider using the toilet for the second deuce, not just because things were already in motion, but because it would be a senseless effort when his pants already had poopie in them. His freckled face got pink and he could feel his body shudder, if not slightly spasm, as the second turd began to push out into his oversized Pampers. This one didn't require anywhere near the same level of effort to squeeze out, and his diaper crinkled while the log crackled. A crackling exit for a crinkling entrance, or rather intrusion. It did feel good to get it all out, like always, and the euphoria overshadowed the brief shame he'd been filled with. In fact, it was almost as if the shame had been what he'd just pushed out into his seat. A few remaining farts would be the finishing touches on his trial run, and he carefully repositioned himself to be sitting on his knees, with his hands moving behind him to probe what he'd just made. The diaper being plastic-backed made for a somewhat less lumpy protrusion, though that was also from the increased bulk these had; he could still definitely tell there was cargo back there, and it very well might have a visible tell, but not on the nearly-underpants level of the Goodnites. The warmth he felt radiating off the slick material was actually the most interesting part, and he suspected that the heat would be trapped in as effectively as the wetting. The boy made his way back to his feet, and looked to see that he had multiple messages awaiting him on his computer. More importantly, he realized that while fishing, he'd suddenly been dealt the bad hand of a random event! His character was being attacked by a river troll, and he had to do something about it before he perished! Without a thought made of the mess it would make, he quickly waddled back and plopped down in his chair with his full weight; in an instant, the fresh payload in his pants got mashed flat and the hot mush got spread out across his bottom. As he frantically threw on a protection prayer and fought the troll, he found himself wiggling around in his chair; the feeling of sitting in a messy diaper was a lot more appealing than the Goodnite had been. Was that wrong to think? He was doing this for efficiency, so it felt wrong to be enjoying it on a more infantile level. Once the troll died, and he could return to fishing, he took a look back at his messenger: 'U want 2 hang this weekend?' Joshua bit his lip and his fingers hovered above his keyboard in reluctance. He wanted to show Brent all the cool new stuff on his account, as well as the real-life 'upgrade' he'd secured, but he was having some anxieties. What if Brent was just playing him? The other boy had kept his secret since finding out, seemed interested in trying the Goodnite method, and had even been encouraging about upgrading to diapers...But, still... One way or another, he needed to respond with *something*. So what was it going to be?