Tale #65: Scout's Dishonor (Part 6)

Tale #65: Scout's Dishonor (Part 6) (Content Tags: Messy diaper, mental regression, mind control, ongoing story) The rest of that first scout meeting was nerve-wracking for both of the diapered boys; there wasn't a lot of time left, but there was still plenty enough for them to feel paranoid over the poop in their pants. It was fortunate that they'd teamed up together, since at least their combined stench was kept to their immediate proximity. Against the odds, both boys would make it the whole time without their messy diapers being discovered; neither the scoutmasters nor the other cubs seemed to realize that the pair was putrid. Liam reiterated to Fritz that they needed to have a serious conversation about everything going on, and the two agreed that they'd meet again before the next scout meeting, over at Liam's house. Fritz didn't know what to expect from the visit, but he knew something was terribly wrong and that he absolutely needed answers. Liam's mother came to pick him up and the blond offered Fritz a ride home. Considering the load in his britches, Fritz had little choice but to accept, lest he want to walk home with poo in his pants. Liam's mother recognized him as the friend of her son, the same that had spent the night some time back, so she has no issue with dropping him off. The two tykes took their seats in the car, with Liam being seated in something a little more juvenile than Fritz. It didn't take long for their combined odor to fill the cramped quarters of the car, but the woman kept quiet, not wanting to unnecessarily humiliate her son in front of his friend. They dropped Fritz off, who didn't live very far away from Liam, and the brown-haired boy offered an awkward wave goodbye. As expected, his own mother was still at work, which would give him plenty of time to get cleaned up in private. Unlike Liam, Fritz's newfound accidents were known only to him, and his dirty diapers were being cautiously disposed of. He waddled up to the front door and unlocked it with the key he kept in his pocket. The feeling of the mess in his pants wasn't unpleasant by any measure, but Fritz still had the remaining pride to want to change into something clean; he wasn't yet so far gone that he'd toddle around in his filth until a change was foisted upon him. Into the bathroom he went, and he started to strip his uniform off; his teddy bear had been placed on the counter, alongside his hat and sash, while the rest of the dorky clothes piled up on the ground underneath him. Once he got down to just his socks and his diaper, Fritz looked over his shoulder to get a peek in the mirror at how the damage looked. The crinkly garment was distended; the white of the seat was no longer pure and untainted. Sickly brown stains marred the leg gathers of the the diaper, as well as faintly discoloring the back-panel. The sag wasn't completely from the solid heft either, as Fritz prodded the front of his diaper and realized how much he'd been soaking it throughout the meeting. Was this connected to what Liam wanted to talk about? It had to be. Fritz had only started wearing and using the darn things after his sleepover with the diaper dork! He just didn't know why. It didn't feel like a conscious decision to trot around like a big baby, but he had no memory of being compelled by an outside authority. He gave the squishy seat a firm pat. It felt *too* natural to suddenly be wearing these again after being pottytrained for so long. He remembered that he'd been disgusted at the sight of Liam wearing and filling them so carelessly, but that'd been before the sleepover. Try as he might, Fritz couldn't recreate those feelings now. It was like his mind had been changed for him, as easily as Liam got his pants changed. Even now, when Fritz knew he should be mortified at how he looked, and how he should be repulsed by having to stew in his own filth, he just couldn't bring himself to disdain it. He may not be as openly enamored with his dirty diapers as Liam, but there was certainly a part of his brain that swelled with pride over the sagging seat of his oversized Huggies. Then again, hadn't Liam been acting a little strangely during scouts? The blond had been more meek and lucid than he'd seen him in some time. The boy had even been embarrassed about his accident, which from Fritz's memory of school, wasn't a reaction that Liam had really had for a long time. It was like watching someone wake from a trance, after they'd already adopted a new life from it. As if Liam had been hypnotized to be a big baby for the last several months and had just snapped out of it; the only caveat to that comparison being that Liam didn't seem to be shocked by any of it. If he'd been in a daze, then he must have remained aware of it enough to not find it a surprise. Liam would usually be so bubbly and all smiles; the blond hadn't been rightfully ashamed of his frequently poopy diapers in some time, so why today? And what was the connection to Fritz? Liam had mentioned something about 'bears', and that tracked, though Fritz didn't know how. Liam was inseparable from his teddy bear, and it wasn't long after he started to bring it to school, that the boy was acting like an overgrown toddler. Then, after the sleepover, Fritz had begun to feel like he wanted the constant company of his own stuffed animal. He turned his eyes to the ratty blue bear on the bathroom counter. What was the connection? Was it some twisted spell that made a boy revert in maturity? Some kind of contagion that spread from kid to kid? The compulsion to carry around a stuffed animal like this felt like it was related to the same immature impulses that made the affected start to wear diapers and act childishly. Fritz could be glad that he wasn't at the same stage of suffering as Liam. He still felt like he was in control for the most part, even if he often couldn't really remember the act of using his diaper, or the moments that immediately followed. He at least wasn't doing anything like sucking his thumb or brazenly soiling himself in the middle of class. Then again, how long had it taken for Liam to succumb to such a thing? Fritz could remember the day that Liam had been outed in front of the whole class for pooping his pants. Liam had brought his bear to school, and he'd been called to the front of the room; that's where the teacher had discovered that Liam hadn't just messed himself, but that he'd been wearing some sort of Pull-Up too! From that point, it just seemed like a slope that kept getting more and more slippery. Liam had been visibly embarrassed on that day, but within a few weeks, he was unabashedly waddling out of the class to go get his diaper changed. So the question remained as to what shift had happened in that period of time, and what exactly was responsible? Fritz felt some pressure down below and put his hand on his gut. It seemed he wasn't fully finished from earlier, but since he was already in the bathroom and about to change, he should try using the toilet like a normal kid, shouldn't he? As he reached down to start tearing off the tapes of his diaper, a voice called out to him. "No, no, silly baby! You still have to potty, don't you? Baby bears like you need to use their diapers, not something gross like a toilet!" His bear was speaking to him again, and just as usual, it made his critical thinking skills recede into nothingness. He could never remember these moments afterwards, and was so easily manipulated during them. Fritz brought his eyes back up to the bear. "...But the toilet is right there." The bear shook its head, "And your diaper is already around your waist! You think your friend would take off his diaper to use the stupid big-boy potty?" Fritz doubted that Liam had pooped outside his pants in months, though he personally thought it had more to do with a lack of control, but maybe that was erroneous thinking. Thoughts about what Liam's meeting was going to about started to melt in his head, and what replaced it was a dazed desire to void himself into the sagging garment around him. "...No. Liam uses his diaper like a good boy." "And don't *you* want to be a good boy?" What kind of dumb question was that? Of course he wanted to be a good boy! He wanted to be just like his best friend! Fritz bent his knees and cracked a smile. "Y-yes, I do." The cursed bear would watch in satisfaction as his victim squatted down and intentionally began to empty the remaining contents of his bowels into his already messy diaper. The sagging and the staining worsened, and the smell wasn't far behind. The quiet sigh of relief was what would follow, with a dull hissing showing that he'd let his bladder loose too. Fritz was a good boy, just like Liam! He'd briefly enjoy the splendor of his freshly warmed diaper, but the fog around him would soon after fade and he'd be left wondering what'd just happened. He definitely needed answers, and there was only one person to give them to him.