Tale #8: Caught Slippin' (And Slidin')

Tale #8: Caught Slippin' (And Slidin') (Content tags: Slice-of-life, humiliation, pantspooping, swim diapers, messy diapers) Two weeks ago, at the pool party that his older sister had been invited to, where his own invitation had been a matter of convenience for his chaperoning mother, that's where he'd suffered the worst humiliation he could imagine in all his eight years on this planet. It had been a barbecue too, and Colby was a growing boy, so it was only expected that he'd get multiple plates. Potato salad, baked beans, and plenty of brisket that was way too greasy. He gorged himself, but had at least the sense to wait the obligatory thirty minutes before doing any swimming. Well, swimming might not be the right word. With no access to a pool of his own, his swimming skills were lackluster enough to earn him a pair of water wings. He was definitely the oldest kid there who was wearing them, since most of the others in floaties were literal toddlers in swim diapers. That ostracization was small potatoes though. The real trouble was what he felt brewing in his gut, while playing 'chicken' with some older kids. A boy, probably around twelve or thirteen like his sister, had been the one to hoist the petite grade schooler onto their shoulders to joust with a matching pair. It was a nice gesture, to make Colby feel included, but that good will didn't last long. He mentioned that he needed to get out of the pool to use the restroon, but the older boy insisted that they finish the game first, thinking Colby could hold it for a little while longer. The younger boy was too bashful to really make his case for why this was an emergency and not something that could wait. That older boy got a wakeup call to his mistake once he could feel something warm and squishy pressing against his shoulders, where the other boy's bottom was situated. Three heaping plates of BBQ had turned Colby's GI tract into a log flume ride, and with his legs awkwardly bowed out by his mount, he had no recourse to really clench, cross or hold back what was knocking at the back door. Colby had pooped in his swim trunks. Nothing small either. He could remember how awful it felt, to have the giant steamer sitting in the netting of his suit, pushed right up against his buttcheeks, and the humiliating debacle that had followed. His sister had been pissed, and his mother had been mortified. With no change of clothes, he'd had to wear one of the toddler's swim diapers for the rest of the pool party, while his brown-stained swim trunks got bagged up to take home. He'd also been banished to the kiddy pool with the other pantspooping babies. He'd gotten chastised at home further about it, and even spanked, but he thought that was the end of it. It was just a solitary incident after all, right? Fast forward to today, when he saw that one of his neighbors had set up a 'Slip n' Slide' in their front yard. All the kids in the culdesac were coalescing around it, wanting to give it a go for themselves. Their fascination wasn't unique, and Colby was hasty to go ask his mom if he could go play on it. She agreed that he could go, but mentioned he'd need to get ready first. Colby was confused by that; he didn't need help putting on his swimsuit, he was a big boy! She lead him to the bathroom and handed him his swim trunks, which he didn't notice that even after cleaning had retained a suspicious brown stain on the back. She then began to dig something else out and presented it to him; it was pretty recognizable, but he didn't like it. It was a reusable swim diaper! Much like the one he'd had to wear at the party, except better sized for him. He tried to deny that he needed to wear it, but his mom wasn't having it; she said that he would need to prove he didn't need them for the rest of the Summer, and that nobody would notice with it under his trunks. Begrudgingly, he put it on and looked in the mirror. The brightly colored trunks were just baggy enough to hide the bulk of the diaper that was snapped into place, but he still wasn't happy about it. Finally, his mother made sure to spread sunscreen all over him and then let him leave for some fun in the Summer sun. Kids of all ages were laughing and cheering while they played on the slip n' slide; a loose line was formed, and they took turns leaping forward onto their bellies to jettison down the yellow, water-filled track. At least he wouldn't need floaties for this! He had a few goes on it without issue and completely lowered his guard, but after his fourth time, he was starting to feel the need to use the bathroom. While he got up from the grass after his latest turn, one of the other kids noticed two things. One, there looked like he had a stain in the back of his trunks, and two, the waistband of something was beginning to poke up from the top of his swimsuit. Colby wouldn't be given a chance to now head out. Instead, the brat with a keen eye went and blabbed to some of the bigger kids about what they saw. So when Colby was starting to head out of the yard, instead of back into the line, a couple of fifth graders grabbed a hold of him and forced him back onto the lawn. "Hey Colby, what's this stain from, huh? Did you crap yourself on Ben's slip n' slide?" One of them asked, before the other piped up as well. "Haha, yeah, aren't you too old to be dumping in your pants like that?" Colby blushed, "I didn't poo myself! I'm not a baby!" One of the boy's grabbed a hold of the waistband of his trunks, "Yeah? Why don't I check?" Looking down, he could see that Colby was being truthful about not soiling himself, but less truthful about not being a baby. It was pretty plain to recognize that this was a swim diaper, and swim diapers only existed for poopy accidents... "Hahaha! Oh my gosh, the big baby is actually wearing a DIAPER! What's the matter, Colby? Not pottytrained?" The crowd erupted into guffawing and giggling at the revelation while Colby tried to defend himself. He tried to explain it was just a temporary punishment, but nobody believed him. He then felt more gurgling in his gut and informed his captors that he needed to go home to use the toilet. The two boys exchanged a knowing smirk and one shook his head, "Sorry Colby, you haven't used the slide enough yet. You're eight, right? Gotta use it once for every year, and you're only halfway there...But we're nice, so we'll let you cut to the front and do all four back-to-back." It sounded sympathetic, but it really wasn't. All that flopping onto his stomach, something was bound to give. The first time was bad, the second was much worse, and the third time was where it became too much. On that third trip, as soon as he jumped tummy-first onto the slide and began to jet down it, his bowels let loose and a pile of hot mushy poop exploded into his swim diaper in a semi-solid rush. His audience only got the indication of a particularly wet fart, like he was a rocket being thrust forward by the explosion. Once he was deposited at the end, he could fully recognize the deposit he'd made from his end; his swim diaper was *FULL*. He then had to shamefully waddle back to the start of the line and the two older boys seemed to realize what had finally happened. They forcefully gave him another diaper check and cringed, before announcing to the rest of the kids that Colby had pooped in his diapee. It was humiliating, but Colby thought they'd let him go get cleaned up...No such luck, he still had one turn left. But this time, one of the boys informed him that he'd be sliding on his butt instead of on his tummy. The thought was disgusting, but Colby wasn't in any position to argue. So for his final venture, he jumped and landed on his tushy with a sickening squelch and began to speed down on his squishy bottom, the warm load oozing and spreading to every nook and cranny of his swim diaper. They would finally let him go home, but that would be a nightmare in itself. Colby had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't be allowed in water without a swim diaper for the rest of the Summer, and that was at the very least.