Tale #69: Bullying the Bully

Tale #69: Bullying the Bully (Content Tags: Messy diapers, messy boxers, juvenile violence, humiliation, bullying, domination, role reversal, forced diaper sniffing, face-sitting) How had it come to this? To be have been placed in such a denigrating position such as this? His reputation was going up in flames, and not even tatters would remain, simply ash. He'd been renowned for being tough, for being someone who should be respected of fear! No more would there be any fear, nor any respect. Who could respect him when he was nose-deep in the diapered butt of this loser? The same dork that he'd made a spectacle of in the not-so-distant past, and now the roles were reversed. The diaper filled, with flatulence and feces, and the 'bully' was condemned to huff the fumes of his loss. It'd started just a couple of weeks ago. Hugo, the big bully of the seventh grade, had felt like he was on top of the world. Recently turning thirteen had done wonders to pump up his already bloated ego, and they were getting a transfer student. Enter Matias, the 'weird' and 'quiet' kid that would call this place his new school. The boy was on the small side, and he was rather bookish; both of those things didn't help to assuage the meek image that he'd quickly made for himself. He hardly talked to anyone, and when he did, he was trying to talk about his interests. Matias liked cartoons, manga, and building *models* for heaven's sake. Any one of those things wouldn't alone seal the fate of his social life, but he was just a little too vocal about how much liked them. The cartoons in particular was something bold for a middle schooler to be so obsessed with, since while many still watched them at this age, nobody really wanted to admit that out loud. So those quirks had been what had initially drawn Hugo in; he got a thrill out of picking on losers like that, and he especially lived for the attention it got him from his peers. At this age, ostracism was still widely approved among kids who felt it necessary to 'other' those who didn't fit the parameters of conformity. So Hugo started small, with simple quips and insults. Matias was different than the other kids that he'd bullied before though; he didn't get embarrassed or angry, he didn't cry or cower, he just ignored the bully. That could have been a mature moment of self-reflection for Hugo, where he could realize that his taunting was childish, and that Matias was right for being the bigger man. It wasn't. Instead, the lack of compliance in this little 'bully/victim' dynamic was something that'd immediately eaten away at Hugo's pride. It was as if they were in a play and this new kid was refusing to follow the script by taking the bait. So instead of being discouraged, Hugo became increasingly incensed. Words turned to shoves and shoulder-checks in the hall, but still, Matias would not yield. Bullying without a reaction was a misery, and it was an embarrassment. Hugo had egg on his face every time he failed, while Matias looked better for it. So it was time to escalate things, consequences be damned. Pummeling this kid felt like overkill, especially with how petite he appeared, so Hugo went for something a little more classic. He waited to exit a class that he had with Matias, and then once the boy started to head down the crowded hall, Hugo followed right behind like a lumbering shadow of doom. All it took was a swift jerk to pull his pants down around his ankles. Hugo had been hoping for briefs, preferably with the dork's beloved cartoon characters emblazoned on them, but he would have still settled for the more age-appropriate option of boxers. What he saw was neither of those things. Matias was wearing a friggin' *diaper*. That moment had slowed down for the pair. For Hugo, it was because of how perfect this seemed, that his sophomoric prank would give such a massive return, and for Matias because he could see a peaceful academic career going up in smoke. Unlike everything else that Hugo had tossed at the kid, this was something that actually garnered a reaction from Matias. No barbed words or thuggish shoves could damage him in the way that this would, and that perfect composure shattered into a million little pieces. "Everybody look! The new kid wears **DIAPERS!**" Hugo shouted as soon as his brain had accepted what his eyes were seeing. The hall erupted in cruel laughter and jeering words about 'preschool' or 'the short bus'. Matias was too shocked to do anything but stand there in a state of paralysis, while his big dumb Pampers were the subject of scorn. His face was getting red, he looked like he might cry, and then... **PBBFFFFTT! SPLORT!** Matias showed everyone in the hall why he was wearing a diaper. The juicy fart had sputtered wetly and the sloppy splattering that followed could be visualized by the way that the diaper puffed out and sagged in the back. The thunderous tuba-note had broken through the raucous tittering, except this tuba-note sounded like it was blowing out a gallon of pudding right into a plastic grocery bag. Even if the sound wasn't enough, or the physical shift that the soiling had caused his diaper to undergo, there were a few residual toots that emptied a second serving of foul pudding, and that'd caused his swollen seat to stain through with the brown marring of his shame. "...New kid just crapped himself! Fudged his Huggies like a frickin' short-busser!" "Someone should transfer that kid back to Kindergarten!" "More like preschool!" It'd only been the shouting and shooing of a teacher that had broken the scene up, and while Hugo had gotten detention for it, he hadn't regretted what he'd done a single bit. At least, he hadn't regretted it *then*. Teasing Matias from that point forward felt a lot easier; exploiting the chink in his armor, it was no longer a novelty to get him blushing or even crying. The first week was basically a victory lap for the bully, where he had unlimited ammunition to dunk on Matias with, and his peers followed along like the lemmings that they were. The week after that was a little bit different. People still made fun of Matias, but the boy had again gone back to ignoring the harrassment. This should have been the moment that Hugo took the win and walked away, but he was still high on the feeling of power that he'd had from the occurence, and he wanted another hit. So after getting irritated once more at Matias' stoic silence, Hugo really started to push again. His words got more aggressively hurtful and he took every opportunity to remind everyone that they were sharing a class with a kid that pooped in diapers. He pushed and pushed, hoping to send Matias over the edge, and he would soon get his wish. "...These test grades must be messed up, no way that the class retard got a grade that high. Teacher must have given him pity points for being the only baby in seventh grade." Hugo had loudly commented while tracing his finger down the page of posted grades. The teacher had stepped outside the room to go print something, and had left his grade book wide open on his desk. Hugo, being the rebel and general disrupter that he was, couldn't resist taking a peek for himself. While Matias scored much better than him, he still had to find a way to egg the boy on. "I wake up every morning and make something with twice your IQ in my pants." That'd been the first time that Matias had ever gotten down in the dirt with him. Nearly two weeks of sheer torment and not a peep, but even someone as mindful of their impulses as Matias couldn't go forever without launching a barb or two back. Hugo didn't like it. "What'd you just say to me, diaper-dumper? You trying to act tough?" Hearing the jab, and worse the accompanying chuckles it bought, set Hugo ablaze with fury. He was the bully here, so he wasn't used to being verbally attacked back by his victims; at least not this cogently. "What's the matter, Hugo? Like dishing it out but not taking it?" The padded boy smirked from his seat. "Honestly, with how much you keep talking about what I'm wearing under my pants, it's coming across as kinda obsessive." That got more laughter than Hugo could tolerate, and for the first time ever, it was *him* who was stuttering pathetically in response. It wasn't supposed to be this way! Only Hugo was allowed to be the one who did the pushing around here! "That's it! You and me, after school, at the flagpole. I'm going to kick your ass and everyone's invited to come see it!" This should have been the part where Matias cowered and begged forgiveness, or where he would falter at the very least. Instead, he just smiled and nodded his head. "Okay. See you after school; though are you sure you don't want to 'kick my ass' just so you can be touching my diaper?" Hugo would hold onto his wrath for the rest of the day; it was a brutal fog that permeated every thought with angry violence. It was low, even for him, to be beating up a shrimp like Matias, but this was the only thing he could think of now. This was the only way to set things right. He might lose some face from this, but he'd make sure Matias lost some teeth for the trouble. When the final bell had rung, it was like an ominous force hung in the air of the halls. The contrasting forces of blind rage and mute serenity were at odds, but a resolution would soon unfold, and justice would be metered out to whom deserved it. Hugo had thought that the boy would've run, that he wouldn't have the nerve to show, but there he was at the flagpole, standing in the grass. The invitation that he'd launched in class earlier had gotten around and so the audience he desired had formed to watch the diaper-boy get taken to task. "You sure you want to do this?" Matias asked, kneeling down to take off his shoes. "I don't want to fight you, but if you're not giving me a choice, then I will." Hugo sneered, "Oh, you don't want to fight me? Yeah, I wouldn't want to fight me either. Too bad for you that this beatdown is mandatory for all diaper-crapping babies who go to this school." "There you go talking about my dirty diapers again...I didn't realize my incontinence would be so interesting to you. Do you just like diapers a lot, or are you really so immature that you still think that kind of stuff is peak comedy?" The larger boy started to get red in the face, "N-no! I just think that you shouldn't be in our grade if you're not toilet-trained! You should be with the idiots or the babies." A smirk formed on Matias' face, "Oh, but I think I *am* with an idiot right now." That had been the straw that broke the camel's back. Hugo lunged forward with a fist reeled back; he had no form or technique, just simple brawling with his naturally larger size. It was the force that a caveman would harness, but it was typically very effective. But not this time. Effortlessly, as if he'd predicted Hugo's movement from the start, Matias stepped out of the way and delivered a playful slap to the larger boy's face. "Looks like you missed me with that one, lunk-head." Hugo turned to swing on his target's new position, using his fist like a blunt cudgel. Matias again dodged the swipe with the highest of ease, and this time flicked him in the back. "Oh, so close!" People were starting to laugh now, and phones were out to record everything that was happening. Instead of slowing down to be more thoughtful with his attacks, Hugo became a bull in a china shop. No matter what he tried, he couldn't land a hit on the smaller boy, and he was exhausting himself with his shoddy attempts. "Stop...Dancing...Around! Fight me...You...Coward!" Hugo seethed, like a rabid dog in this state. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, "When I hit you...I'm going to hit you so hard that you crap your pants. Then I'll hit you hard enough in the head that they put you in the class where you belong, diaper-boy." "Don't go giving me ideas. I've played 'whack-a-mole' with you long enough and I'm getting bored." Matias replied, seemingly not fatigued in the slightest. Hugo charged again, but instead of dodging, it was finally time for Matias to retaliate. Smooth like butter, as if he'd practiced a million times, Matias landed a hit on Hugo's jaw and crumpled the teen. One clean hit and Hugo had been sent to the ground. The crowd went silent and then erupted in a combination of laughter and cheers. Matias looked unimpressed and put his hands in his pockets, "...Well, if that's that, then I'm gonna head home." Just as he said, Matias turned to make his departure, as if this victory was completely inconsequential to him; as if Hugo was hardly worth a second thought. Hugo's pride was in tatters and the resulting psychogenic shock was turning his fury supernova. The bully picked himself up off the ground, consumed by his own destructive ire. With Matias' back turned, Hugo took the opportunity to dash forward and strike. One solid blow to the back of the head with everything he had, and this fight would be his! "This isn't over!" Hugo screamed, right before he was about to thrust his arm forward like a piston. Matias casually pivoted, and his knee flew up to strike Hugo square in the gut. The force was unreal, and beside making Hugo feel faint, the blow has also done exactly what Hugo had wanted to do to Matias earlier. **BLLLARRRRT!** The backside of Hugo's jeans bulged and stained brown as he helplessly crapped his pants; eyes wide, mouth hung open, and stool devastating his boxers. "Uh-oh, that sounded pretty bad. Maybe I'm not the only one that needs diapers, huh?" Matias quipped, retracting his knee, but then going low to the ground and sweeping Hugo's legs with a kick. Hugo tumbled to the ground, the warm pile in his pants smearing against his buttcheeks and staining the denim further. He knocked the back of his head against the ground, which dazed him, and caused another gassy outburst of filth to burble into his pants. "You should have just stayed down the first time, but you just had to be a sore loser, didn't you? And all of this, just because of something as silly as my diapers." Matias sighed, walking over and starting to pull down his own pants. "Well, fine. If you're really so interested, then show everyone just how obsessed you really are." The smaller boy pinned Hugo's arms with his feet and lowered his padded rump onto Hugo's face. The crowd was going absolutely wild by this point, and the fact that Matias was owning his disability so confidently, meant that nobody was teasing him for showing off his diapers. Hugo groaned in pain and winced as the padding made contact with his nose, "G-get your ass out of my face!" A gurgling wet fart sputtered into the diaper and warmed it against Hugo's nose. "No, I don't think I will. Go on and huff these heavy Huggies, Hugo! Put on a good show for the audience you wanted." There was another toot which mutated into a nasty crackling; the diaper began to expand with a solid load, and the stench pressed deeply into Hugo's nostrils. Then, like a cork had been popped, the exaggerated splattering of explosive diarrhea began to erupt. Matias grunted softly, his legs wobbling as he did his best to fully evacuate his bowels, and his diaper started to swell bigger and sag lower. "Guess you thought since I was small...and quiet...That I wouldn't put up a fight. You saw my diapers and thought I'd be an easy target. You had no idea that I've been doing martial arts since Kindergarten. And now you're getting a face full of...Mmph! 'Humble pie.'" Another gurgling blast of sloppy filth vibrated his lumpy seat, and after trying to hold his breath, Hugo suddenly let out a desperate inhale to make up for the lost oxygen; everyone heard him, and nobody took it the way he wanted. "Ewww! Look! Hugo's actually sniffing it!" How had it come to this? He'd had multiple opportunities afforded to him to quit while he was ahead (and behind) and he'd ignored each one. Hugo the bully was now laying there with droppings in his pants and his nose buried in the ever-filling seat of this dork's diaper. The bully had become the bullied.