Tale #72: Scout's Dishonor (Part 7)

Tale #72: Scout's Dishonor (Part 7) (Content Tags: messy and wet diapers, humiliation, requested soiling) His mother had asked him about Fritz. Sure, Fritz had spent the night some months back, but he wasn't a friend that she had seen before or since. To her, it had seemed more likely that Fritz had discovered the areas in which her own son was lagging behind, and had decided himself that he didn't want to be associated with that. Either that, or Fritz and Liam had some type of falling out between them. It hurt her, as a mother, to think that her precious baby boy would be ostracised by his peers. Even so, she could also grasp the reality of why Liam would be a bit of a pariah. He'd regressed significantly in a lot of areas, and what kid his age wanted to play with a big 'baby'? If she hadn't been put under the same spell as everyone else in their house, then perhaps that sympathy would have extended to getting some help for her troubled son. A doctor, or a psychiatrist, or *something*. But she wasn't herself these days, just like Liam very often wasn't himself. The bear had infiltrated their minds and altered their behavior to such a degree that obvious solutions were no longer so obvious. So instead of intervention and professional treatment, her solutions to Liam's problems were to treat him the same way that one would treat a naughty preschooler. Someone old enough to know better, but immature enough for this backslide to be treated as an infantile rebellion. Her son wasn't 'incontinent', he was just not trying hard enough to use the potty like a big boy! The tendrils of the teddy spread as far as they could. Anyone who interacted with Liam in any capacity was infiltrated by the bear's otherworldly influence, as to insure that nobody would be coming to rescue him from the pit he'd fallen into. No neighbors, no teachers, no school administrators, no extended family members... The moment that anyone became a problem, that was the moment that the bear was twisting the fibers of their very soul. And of course, the most prominent example was... Fritz. Liam himself was ironically the only one allowed the wherewithal to classify all of this a problem, which was an issue for him, as well as a source of guilt that threatened to eat him from the inside out. "Fritz is a friend from school. I didn't know he'd be in scouts too." "Why hasn't he come back over to play? Did you two get into a fight?" Liam was sitting in his carseat in the back. They had just dropped Fritz off at his house, and his mother hadn't seemed to realize that her son wasn't the only passenger in the car with a poopy diaper. Liam couldn't help but wonder if Fritz's own mother knew about the problems he was having. "No...He's just been busy with stuff at home." Liam lamely responded, fidgeting and squishing around where he sat. "So there haven't been any issues between you two? He doesn't mind your potty problems?" She pried, looking in the rearview mirror at her blushing boy. That felt difficult to answer. In truth, there were issues between the two of them, and they did have to do with his diapers, but not in the way that his mother thought. While Liam was confident that Fritz probably wasn't a fan of the idea of befriending a 'stinky diaper dork', it was more apparent that the real issue had more to do with the way Fritz had begun to feel after that sleepover. Liam hadn't intended to become an accomplice to ruining Fritz's life; the blond had simply been a conduit for the bear's will that night. He could hardly even remember the events of the fabled evening, aside from hazy snippets of the two having plenty of fun. But now Fritz was wearing diapers too, and he was being forced to use them by his own personal tormentor. Fritz might not have known who was to blame for what was happening to him, but it was plain as day that Liam had something to do with it. So of course Fritz had been avoiding him since then, and once Liam was allowed greater lucidity, he'd returned the favor out of sheer guilt. "Everything's fine, mommy. He doesn't care about my diapers or anything...He was actually gonna come over before the next scout meeting, so we can play." Technically the truth on at least some level. The point would be to not play, since this meeting was going to be serious, but Fritz *would* be coming over. Funnily enough, his mother's worries about them having a tiff would likely come to fruition that day, once Liam started to tell him everything he knew about the bears. "Oh, good! I'm glad that you two are having another playdate. I'll have to get with his parents at some point and see if we can arrange another sleepover..." Liam smiled weakly and nodded from the backseat. It was still stunning to hear his mom talk so casually about normal things, when the two of them were caught in some type of supernatural horror. Her eight year old son was literally sitting in a toddler-style carseat with a diaper full of poop underneath his bottom, and she just continued on like their life had barely missed a beat. It was honestly another thing that worried him about what 'victory' could actually mean for him. To escape this nightmare that he'd been trapped in, would that also undo everything that had been done to everyone else? Would they remember all that had happened? Would they continue on as they did now? The subtlety of how most others were affected was insidious. With Liam or Fritz, their behavior was obviously altered to a massive degree, but with someone like his parents? Or his brother? Would pulling those little threads unravel them? And could they even be saved? There was the distinct possibility that even if he was to escape the control of the bear, that he'd just be living in a world of loved ones that were still under his spell. A warmth began to radiate across the front of his diaper as his anxiety gave way to a nervous flow. That too was a reminder of how being 'free' might not mean actually being free. As he'd already had the epiphany earlier this afternoon, his pottytraining was shot to pieces, regardless of whether or not his bear controlled him. The worst-case scenario of besting his bear would likely be: still diaper-dependent and now fully aware of how embarrassing that was, Fritz hating him for ruining his life, and everyone else still being irreparably warped by the brainwashing of the bear. A victory like that would be pyrrhic at best. It brought the question of whether or not it was even worthwhile to try. The car came to a stop in their driveway and his mother turned the engine off. Liam started to unbuckle himself from his carseat, as he still wanted to show independence wherever possible, for as long as possible. The woman still came around to assist; she didn't usually see him this cognizant for this long, but she still assumed he needed help with these basics. Her nose wrinkled and she pulled Liam out of the car. "I think you're in serious need of a diapee change, mister stinkypants." Instead of giggling and childishly agreeing, Liam just blushed and gave a quiet nod to affirm her deduction of his doodie diaper. "Are you feeling okay, sweetie? You've been acting odd today." She cooed, brushing one of his bangs out of the way to press the side of her finger against his forehead. "...You're not warm." "I'm okay, mommy. I'm just tired." He simply replied as she took him inside the house. "Well, I think it might be too late for a nap. But maybe after dinner, you can head to bed early tonight." His brother was back on the couch in the living room, now playing some video games with his headset on. The older boy only spared the pair a brief look, before he rolled his eyes at the way she was carrying him and he returned to his own devices. She headed up to his room, surprisingly strong enough to carry him the whole way without falter; Liam couldn't help wonder if that too was some side-effect of the bear's influence. If he could control minds, then why not bodies too? Or maybe he was just overthinking it. One thing he hadn't been overthinking was just how quiet the bear had been. The last thing the bear had told him to do was to poop his diaper during scouts. After that, Liam had been left to endure the meeting with all of his wits. He would have expected to be manipulated further in the car, since other people didn't seem to hear the bear, but there'd been nothing. He didn't have any complaints about the freedom, but it did leave a foreboding feeling in his gut. Surely the bear would start causing him grief again throughout the rest of the week, especially since Liam had openly discussed mutiny with Fritz earlier. "Alright, let's get that icky diaper changed! And then we'll get you all cozy in your jammies for the night." The woman said, before depositing him onto his bed with a squish. "Take off your scout uniform and I'll throw it in the wash tonight." She added, going over to the changing table to prep the supplies. Liam did as he was told with minimal trouble; he'd flung his backpack onto the ground and with it his teddy bear. Still nothing. The bear wasn't going to turn his mind to mush and make him fumble undressing himself? Once everything was off and in a neat pile, the boy stood in just his sagging diaper. His mother came over and bent down to inspect the garment more closely. The back was loaded and the front was soaked, but she seemed to be checking just how much. Seemingly satisfied, she gave his crinkly tush a squishy pat and said: "Before I change you, do you have to make any more potties? Can you try for mommy?" Liam internally groaned at the question. Being talked to in this way was mortifying when he was fully in control of his own thoughts. He knew that this was the way he was probably always talked to, but he was usually at least too zonked to notice or care. Being babybrained made the condescension palatable. "O-okay, I'll try." The boy agreed, though he thought it might be difficult with her standing right beside him. He understood her intention. Why would she want to change him into a fresh one, just for him to immediately soil himself? He'd done that before, and it was an easy way to aggravate the woman. His legs bended slightly, which pressed the existing mess in his pants more snugly against him. He couldn't think of a time where he'd tried to purposely poop himself while being of sound mind. A few soft grunts got him started as he started to push on his bowels. He didn't feel any urge that told him he needed to go, but it couldn't hurt to make sure there weren't still bombs to drop in his pants. To his lack of surprise, there was indeed still business left to conclude before a clean-up was warranted. Squishy sounding plops came muffled from the sagging diaper; his mother started to gently rub his back while he obediently finished pooping in his pants for her. He could feel the diaper sagging lower with each drop of a mushy log, and his bladder was emptying yet again for him too. "There we go...Just let it all out." She cooed, her hand going lower to give his padded rump some gentle rubbing. "Let mommy know when you're done." Liam was finished loading his pants for now, but he was never truly 'done'. As long as the bear lived in this house, he could never be done.