Tale #36: Potty Breaks are XP Waste (Picture)

Tale #36: Potty Breaks are XP Waste (2005) (This is a time-warped version of the premium story: 'Not Their Intended Use'!) (Content Tags: Goodnites, intentionally wetting and soiling, slob, humiliation) Addiction had a name, and that name was 'Runescape'. Joshua had been playing it for nearly a year now, and while his start on 'Tutorial Island' had been unimpressive, his interest in the online game had only become more and more pronounced. From the swamps of Lumbridge, to the sunny island of Karamja, to even the the darkened woods of Morytania, this virtual world had become his obsession. There was so much to do! So many places to go! All of his friends at school were playing it too, but none of them had sunk in the sheer amount of time that Josh had. With how tedious the point-and-click game became at the higher levels, especially in regards to leveling skills, it wasn't hard to see why he had so many countless hours invested. He popped on every day after school, and every Saturday morning had his rump firmly planted in front of the family computer downstairs (so he could simultaneously catch cartoons too, of course!) Compared to his friends, some of which hadn't even left the kiddy pool of 'free-to-play', Josh was pretty much a masterful veteran. One would think that he'd have to get up from his chair at some point, and that went double for him when considering his small bladder and penchant for Mountain Dew, but Joshua had a secret strategy. Just don't get up. Barring when he ran out of snacks or soda, the little boy was glued to the chair. He'd figured out, months and months ago, that potty breaks were another term for 'XP Waste'. He'd already been a bedwetter, and still was most nights, but back then he'd been adamant at refusing 'protection'. His own ego had preferred the discomfort of waking up wet every morning, when compared to having to wear anything that approximated a *diaper*. Who'd ever heard of a fourth grader still needing to wear something like *that*? Well, it'd been third grade at the time, but that was besides the point. His ego, much like his tummy, had gotten a good deal 'softer' since then; once the game had become such a focus to him, he'd stopped caring as much about his pride or dignity. That'd been how he'd figured out the 'l33t' strategy, well, along with some help from a buddy in the game. Brent, or 'OutlawStar77', had been the first person to bring up the possibility. Josh had been having to AFK every twenty minutes so that he could go and pee, angering his teammates, specifically Brent. So Joshua stopped getting up for a while; he crossed his legs and whined, clicking and typing becoming a struggle; then he finally just started to let a little bit out into his shorts at a time, eventually having a large stain across his crotch by the time he was done. His thighs were chafing, and he was afraid he might damage his chair, so he typed out an exit message for his buddies: "Sry guyz, g2g! Back l8er." People had seemed understanding, except for Brent, who typed back (and in a flashing font!) "LOL! Noob haz a baby bladder! U should just wear diapers!" The answer was right there in front of him. So, without a hint of self-doubt, he'd simply gone and told his mom that he'd changed his mind about the 'protection', while sporting soggy shorts to boot. His parents, and especially his mother, were very coddling and perhaps far too permissive, so he hadn't even gotten in trouble for pissing his pants. That night he had his first pair of 'Goodnites'. They were much bulkier than his briefs, but they weren't as bad as he originally imagined. Waking up the next morning, with the usual warm puddle of the night now securely limited to the confines of his pull-up, he could truly agree that this was better. Having a 'Goodnite' and good morning were secondary to the true purpose of why he'd gotten them though. The real reason had been so he could game without getting up! He was simple with it at first, just dribbling and piddling himself throughout his sessions, wearing an extra pair of undies so that his daytime usage was concealed, being sly about changing himself... That was at the beginning though. At some point, early on, it'd become clear that he wasn't only wearing them to bed. The packs were running out too quickly to be restricted to one per night; his mother had grown wise to what he was doing, but again being too permissive, she'd simply let it be. Once it became obvious that she knew, Joshua became more brazen. He would often forgo pants altogether, letting his Goodnite broadcast to whoever might stroll into his room. His bladder control was actually beginning to degrade too, since he had gotten so accustomed to just letting loose constantly during the day. He'd almost even run into having an accident in his undies at school, or when out with friends, because his muscle memory was shifting toward something more infantile. Noticing more and more yellow stains on his briefs, his mother had gotten him some 'thicker' pairs, that were intended for such leakage. Upon the release of 'Desert Treasure', a daunting quest, Joshua had crossed the threshold. He'd crossed the Rubicon, or in this case, the river Salve; after seeing the prize flaunted by higher level users in a round of Castle Wars, the boy had loaded up his desk with plenty of snacks and a twelve pack of Code Red. He wanted the ghostly robes, the sick purple staff, the power of ancient magicks! And so his Saturday had begun. The quest had released that Monday, and he hadn't paid it much mind until seeing an ice barrage on Wednesday; he'd spent the rest of the week boosting up his stats, primarily his 'Thieving' and 'Agility', with Friday night being his final sweep through the last few prerequisite quests left on his list. To say the task was arduous was an understatement, and the quest itself was no slouch either. He was to collect four magic diamonds from around the world of Gielinor, and each one proved more difficult than the last to acquire, as each was guarded by an extremely difficult boss. He had to change after getting the first one, so he logged out and got a fresh Goodnite pulled up. He made a quick detour to the kitchen for some microwave burritos, and took his unhealthy banquet up back to his room, shamelessly strutting around at noon in his Goodnite. After laying claim to the second diamond, from the pale grip of a vampire, he began to notice that his character was being stalked by a mysterious shrouded figure. He hastily banked the red jewel and watched as the pursuer disappeared in a puff of smoke. He questioned his clan-mates about it, and they informed him that the 'stranger' would randomly show up when he had a diamond in his inventory and would try to slay him to take it! There was no telling when the stalker would show up, and sometimes it took a while to reach a bank, so he'd had to be on his best guard. The four frozen burritos and half a case of cola had really begun to catch up to him, by the time he was taking the final diamond back to the bank. The last one had been in a land of frigid frost, and it was very, *very* far from civilization, let alone a bank. He hadn't had the inventory space for a teleport either, since he needed all the food and restore potions that he could carry; he hadn't even had one space to bring the ectophial! So there he was, retreading the icy plains of desolation, with reduced stats and nearly no food, and his bowels were beginning to lurch. He knew he should log out, so that he could go get these logs out, but he felt anxious about leaving his character in such a precarious position, as Brent had lied to him and said that the stranger could strike even if he was logged out! So Joshua pressed on, squirming more and more in his chair; he let out risky toots, knowing any one of the pressure-easing bursts could be his undoing. On a few farts, he began to feel that some of them were leaving their 'mark'. He made his way down through Trollheim, and went to pass on through to Falador to finally stow his prize. He'd just passed the city guards when it happened. The stranger had appeared and begun to attack him! Joshua quickly unloaded the special bar of his poisoned dragon dagger and turned on a protection prayer. Likewise, in the real world, this special little boy was finally unloading toxic bars of his own into the protection around his waist. His Goodnite filled with the mucky hot pile and Josh felt first pride that he'd persevered against his assailant; second he felt shame from the fact that he'd just pooped his pants like a baby. This early on, he still had that capacity for shame and pride. He'd logged out and waddled sheepishly down the stairs to find his mother, and then had admitted to her with rosy cheeks, that he'd had an 'accident'. She'd been surprised, but supportive, and she'd helped her son get cleaned up from his little incident, all while telling him that accidents happened and that he would eventually grow out of it. With her blind loyalty to his infantile devolution, the child had declined faster after that point. He began to soil himself more often while playing, seeing it as making his gameplay one step more efficient. After a long enough string of 'accidents', the charade wasn't even really necessary. He'd sit at the computer in nothing but his Goodnite, strain out a smelly pantload, and then inform his mom he needed a change whenever she came to bring him more snacks. His virtual character was advancing at an incredible rate, while he himself was moving backwards. His bladder wasn't the only thing weakening now, and those thicker briefs were starting to see some brown stains along with the yellow ones. Months later, after getting home from school and checking out the new update, he'd gone to Brimhaven to play the new mini-game that'd been added. Meanwhile, Brent had decided to pop by, mostly because he suspected that Joshua must somehow be cheating to he progressing so fast. He made up a lie about doing a school project to the boy's mother, and she directed him toward the stairs, with mention that she'd make the boys some cookies. Joshua heard his door opening, just as he'd begun to fight a brush snake in the 'Tai Bwo Wannai Cleanup' mini-game, and while he was 'cleaning up' the tribal village, his bowels were telling him that he'd need a clean-up himself in a minute. He thought the person entering his room was just his mom, come to bring him snacks, so he didn't even turn around. Instead, he leaned forward on his knees and grunted. Brent was just staring, spotting that his mostly naked classmate was sporting some kind of Pull-Up and wondering what the heck he was about to do. "Mmpph!" The gaming boy puffed out his cheeks; a powerful rumble thundered into his seat, and at the tail-end of it, a 'tail' was beginning to form on his rear 'end'. "Get the wipes, mommy. I'm poo--Nngh! Pooping!" Joshua announced as the large log jettisoned fully into his puffy seat with a sickeningly wet and heavy plop. The fourth grader let out a sigh of relief, "Actually...Maybe just put some extra powder back there, I don't think I'm done yet, and I'm probably about to fight another Broo-Doo guy." Brent was flabbergasted. It looked like he'd discovered why Josh had been able to accelerate his character's growth so well; the gross slob just never took a break to use the toilet! He started to snicker, then outright laugh. Joshua quickly turned his head, realizing that it wasn't his mom that'd come into his room. "B-Brent?!" The other boy got a hold of himself, but was still sporting a bemused look of disbelief. "Wait until the rest of the clan hears about *this*... I was just kidding when I said you needed diapers, but I guess I was actually right, huh?" Brent stepped closer and got right behind the smelly boy, "Should I tell your mommy that you need your poopy diapee changed? Or should I wait until you're finished?" Joshua gulped, suddenly feeling that maybe he'd taken his love of this game too far, and that it wouldn't be easy to convince Brent to keep this a secret.