Tale #61: Faulty Models

Tale #61: Faulty Models (Content tags: Bleak, domineering mother, jealous brother, humiliation, pantspooping, messy diapers, having to act like a mushbrain, emotional abuse, weight gain) Modeling isn't a good fit for everyone. There's a lot of difficulties that most wouldn't consider when thinking of the profession; a model's ability to work becomes very dependent on their appearance, since that's the product that they're selling, so there is required a certain level of diligence and sacrifice. For younger models, this can be something far more stressful than what an adult would have to deal with. Typically it is their parents that force the child into such a career, where the role of parent is abdicated and replaced by the role of 'manager'. Money is made off of their offspring's blood, sweat, and tears; meanwhile, the parent reaps the reward and takes charge of where all that cash goes. The parent becomes a greedy taskmaster that pushes their child further and further, in an attempt to squeeze out every last drop of profit that they're worth. The end result can be destructive on the body, mind, and soul. Crash diets, tireless shoots at the studio, humiliating ads, poor self-image... All for the sake of money. Every bitter cent. For Julian, this nightmare had been his reality for years now. It'd started as early as infancy, where he'd been dragged to every audition that his narcissistic mother could find, and where he'd gotten his first few gigs. His first big success had been as an actor and a model for Huggies, when he'd been just shy of three and landed not only in a commercial but in a magazine ad and on the packaging for some years. This had been where his mother's thirst for fame and fortune had really hit a stride. The boy's early childhood was littered like a battlefield with the battered remnants of his esteem and self-worth. Maternal love was highly conditional, and to be worth a damn at all, he had to play the puppet on her strings. He did all sorts of things. Commercials, printed advertisements, clothing modeling, and even a scant amount of appearances in television as an actor. Bit parts, but it kept the money rolling in, and it kept his mother at bay. Though even when he was successful, the strict attitude toward his every action didn't stop. He had to stay thin, he had to keep a bright smile, he had to practice his lines a thousand times. The pressure was immense, and it never stopped growing; Julian began to buckle underneath the expectations, he was starting to crumble. The first big fracture happened on the set of a photo shoot. After doing take after take, with none of them being 'good enough', and with his mother hissing in his ear about how disappointed she was in his performance. He broke down; first throwing a temper tantrum, and then succumbing to an emotionally charged wailing. It was the first gig that he'd ever lost the part to. Instead of seeing this as a sign that her child needed to break away from this lifestyle, his mother saw this as a sign that she hadn't instilled enough discipline in him. Meanwhile, another boy couldn't help but think that the grass was greener in such a pasture. Leon, Julian's older brother, was sick of how attention was carved out in this ramshackle excuse for a family. Everything revolved around his little brother, and Leon didn't see all the negativity that was involved. The two were separated by just two years. Julian was ten, while Leon was twelve, and they both lived in a household ruled by a single mother that didn't give either of them a healthy environment to thrive in. Julian's destiny had originally belonged to Leon, but the older boy had never been able to get a gig. By the time that Julian got that diaper ad, their mother had given up on Leon and directed attention fully to the younger boy. For all intents and purposes, Leon was a latchkey kid, and it filled him with nothing but resentment toward his brother's success. That's why Leon had deigned to sabotage his brother's career. Shortly after the tantrum fiasco was when Leon had made this decision, when he could see more clearly how upset their mother was with Julian. So when Julian got another chance for a job, Leon asked to come see the shoot for himself. It was an underwear advertisement. Not glamorous by any means for a kid, and not something that Julian would fondly point to in a portfolio, but after his previous failure, he knew there was no option but to do his best. He'd actually been happy to have his older brother coming along to support him, and so he hadn't thought much about it when Leon had offered him a drink. That naivete was instrumental in his downfall. After a couple of hours on the set, doing the same poses over and over again, Julian got burning cramps in his belly. He meekly mentioned between shots that he needed to take a small break, but the director was adamant that they get this done quickly, and his mother had to come over to set him straight about his priorities. Julian of course tried to bashfully explain the reason, but the foul woman didn't let him get a word in and so the shoot would continue. Minute by minute, the brewing in his bowels was growing worse and worse. He didn't know the reason had to do with the tainted beverage that his brother had so generously foisted upon him, and while uncomfortable, Julian thought he could march on. Turns out that he couldn't. In the middle of striking a new pose, the churning and bubbling in his lower gut hit a breaking point. No longer able to hold things back, there was a gaseous burst and the back of the briefs he was modeling suddenly bulged out. It started with a large log that created a sagging weight in the underpants, and then like a cork being popped off a champagne bottle, his bowels erupted with a burbling mudslide to follow. The previously white garment stained a sickly brown, and the only silver lining was that the cotton briefs had been sturdy enough to withstand the smelly storm without leaking. That was another job lost, and it had been lost in a significantly more humiliating way than the first time. Worse, the company that he'd been working with basically blacklisted him from anyone that they were even loosely affiliated with. In an industry where reputation is only secondary to appearance, Julian's career had been dealt a massive blow that day. And boy did he have to hear about it, for months at that. The work was drying up, and his mother was *pissed* that her cash cow wasn't yielding. She made her son know exactly how angry she was with him, in harsh ways that the boy hadn't imagined possible; she drilled it into his head that him being a 'big gross baby' had burnt her meal ticket and even viciously mocked that he would have to return to diaper commercials if this was how he'd act. Whatever complex he'd already had, multi-faceted and grim as it was, transformed into a veritable edifice. In the spiral of his own mental wellbeing, there did shine a light on things for him: His mother went to prison for tax fraud. Apparently her greed had exceeded common sense to the point that she didn't feel compelled to accurarely report how much her son had been making her; years of intentionally fudging the numbers had caught up with her, and she was to be sentenced to two years behind bars. It would have been a shorter sentence if she'd acted cordially in court, but that was beyond her. The brothers would go off to live with their grandparents in the meantime, which comparatively was an eden for Julian. Goodbye to rigidity and stress! It took a while for Julian to adjust to such a 'normal' life, and he still was veiled in the mental scars of how he'd been treated like a product to sell. The first few months, he'd actually had some nervous accidents in his pants, but that'd thankfully cleared up as he settled in. Over the next two years, Julian would get so comfortable living a normal life, that he eschewed all the disciplines that had been battered into him. He'd gotten a little chubby, since he no longer had to keep his figure so strictly maintained, and he became a far more relaxed person. And then his mother got out of prison, and things were about to again become disrupted. It was shortly after his twelfth birthday, though one wouldn't really be able to notice. His strict dieting early on had stunted his growth pretty badly, so he still looked more like he was ten, with his only 'growth' being the extra pounds he'd accumulated. He'd started to have accidents again as the date had approached; a part of him was terrified of seeing his mother again, though his brother (who still just didn't get it) was ecstatic to see her again. With the resurgence of his soiling, Julian was made to wear some pull-up style protection as a 'just in case'. Julian found it humiliating, but admittedly useful for when his nerves had gotten the better of him. It was a lot easier to deal with poopy Pull-Ups than messy briefs. He'd been wearing them when she came to pick him and his brother up. Julian had thought she'd be by later in the day, so he'd been lazily watching TV in the living room, with only his Pull-Up to cover him. He must not have heard the door, because his first realization that she was here, came from her disgusted tone behind him. "Oh, for heaven's sake! The moment I'm not here and you completely let yourself go?" The nightmare was back. Julian went pale and was paralyzed by his fear; he became speechless in the wake of her terrifying presence. She walked around the couch and got a better look at him. "Well? And why are you wearing a diaper like a baby? Are you *still* crapping your pants?! You look like an oversized toddler! Especially getting back that 'baby fat'." She analyzed with venom in her voice, reaching down to pinch his tummy. "M-mommy..! N-no, I--" He meekly stammered, interrupted by a muffled crackling and squishing from the back of the pull-up. His anxiety had hit a fever pitch and he was reliving the horrible memory of soiling himself on set; there had been no stopping his bowels from evacuating, and now his training pants were full of fresh hot poop. "You're disgusting! But don't think that this will get you out of your responsibilities. We're going to need money, and there's a lot of catching up to do!" Regardless of how he appeared now, the woman *did* intend to get him back to being her little piggy bank, though things would certainly be more of a struggle with how Julian was presented. Then again, looking at him, overweight and sitting in his own poop, it did give her an idea of where to start. Just like his first big break had been diapers, that could also be the key to his big comeback. Though it may be a diaper brand intended for a much more 'special' audience... She didn't tell Julian what the audition was going to be for. He'd found it strange that she hadn't put him back on a crash diet, and instead of punishing him over his accidents, she'd put him fully back into diapers to deal with the messing. It was humiliating, but the accidents had gotten much worse with her being back in his life, so they were sadly necessary. The woman dressed him in overalls, which he thought was oddly childish, and then told him on the drive that he would need to be on his best behavior. The tone she had made it clear to him that he would need to follow her every lead, lest he experience the full brunt of her wrath. When it came time for a meeting with the casting director, it suddenly became more obvious what his mother was trying to get him an audition for. Diapers. Not just diapers though, diapers that were intended for the significantly mushbrained and heavily incontinent. Diapers for drooling, nose-picking retards that sat in special ed, farting and pooping in their pants all day long. "...I do see that he did some diaper modeling when he was younger, and he's got an impressive portfolio of work over a number of years, but we *are* looking for a candidate that would be a true user of the product..." That put him at ease. Julian might be messing himself lately, but besides that, nothing about him was 'special ed'. "Oh, he's a perfect candidate. He had an unfortunate incident a couple of years ago, so he's right in the talent pool that you need." Julian blinked, looking confused by his mother's statement. Was she talking about his accident on the set of that underwear gig? He gave her a look, but her eyes told him he better go along with whatever scheme she was hatching, or else. "...Yes, my little Julian has become a *very* 'special' boy. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Oh no. She couldn't be serious, could she? Did she really want him to live this humiliating lie, just so she could make a paycheck off of his shame? He wanted to call her out on it right here; he wanted to tell the person seeing them that his mother was a liar, and that he was in no way mentally retarded, and thus not a viable candidate for their diaper brand. Instead, he just had a dumbfounded look with wide eyes and an open mouth. No coherent words came out, and in there place was an unsure 'uhhh...' right before a juicy fart began to sputter and crescendo in the back of his diaper. The full-bodied shock of everything was playing right into his mother's hands. **FFRRRRT! SPLURT! BRAAAAPAPPP--PLORP!** Right there in his chair, Julian showed himself to be the 'special boy' they were looking for, as an enormous BM devastated his crinkly seat. The turd was enormous; definitely larger than the accidents he'd been having lately, and the boy could feel the hot log working to cram itself into the taut confines of his overalls. This would seal the deal. *This* was the kind of model he was going to become, and lord help him if he tried to get out of it.