Tale #54: Scout's Dishonor (Part 5)

Tale #54: Scout's Dishonor (Part 5) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, brainwashing, diaper mushing) "...Did you?" That was the lingering question that hung in the air, and that would be where it met the very answer it'd been created for. The odor had graced Fritz with its presence, regardless of how thick the puffy prison was that it had been trapped inside; it came as no surprise to Liam, who'd been anticipating this moment for the last thirty minutes that he'd been hauling this pantload around. The way the question was asked was more insightful than the question itself; there existed none of the judgmental scorn or shocked disgust that most other boys would have at discovering their peer had poopy Pampers on. The question didn't exist to accuse or belittle, but out of a genuine curiosity, likely because Fritz had been concerned that he himself was the culprit. Fritz hadn't been back in diapers for nearly as long as Liam had been; he had a matter of weeks to compare to a matter of months, and his diapering was still fully 'voluntary', at least in the sense that his mother hadn't a clue that he wore them or had 'accidents'. That was how it was in a less supervised home, even more-so since Fritz didn't have the soggy history that his blond compatriot did. Fritz had made use of the diapers that Liam had gifted them during their sleepover, and then once they'd been fully utilized, his bear had conscripted him to go purchase some more. With Fritz being made to play a much more active role in his own degradation, his brainwashing had been often more subtle; the brunette kept a sense of awareness for much of it, but his thought patterns were altered in such a way that he found himself unable to fight the thoughts cast upon him. He put on diapers, even though he was embarrassed by them. He bought more at the store, even though he didn't technically need them. He knew something was wrong, and that it was connected to Liam, but he couldn't suspect the clear and present danger that he was taking everywhere with him. And now, he knew he should be disgusted by the smell radiating off of Liam's diaper, but he couldn't bring himself to be rude; ever since that sleepover, while he'd wanted to avoid Liam, he'd also been somewhat enamored with him. Liam was the dorky diaper boy that sucked his thumb, carried around a teddy bear, and pooed in his pants; he was a social anathema! And yet... Perhaps the feeling of kinship wasn't entirely artificial. The boys, whether they were both fully aware of it or not, were bonded by their peculiar hardship. These ties that bind, caustic in origin, could be used to their advantage, but that would require a level of trust that neither was yet willing to put forward. "..N-no." Was the piddly little answer that finally answered the question. A bold lie that flung directly in the face of the evidence that wafted throughout the immediate air. Fritz frowned, feeling an odd sting from the fact that Liam would fib like that, when he knew that Fritz was already fully aware of the malodorous reputation he'd garnered. It was easy enough to chalk it up to the environment the two were in, this public setting where reputation was fickle, but it still hurt in a way that he wasn't comfortable with. He had to push the issue, even if that meant literally. "Liam, I know what you did. You do it in class all the time." Fritz said quietly, giving the blond a something stern look that bordered on annoyed. Liam looked down and didn't immediately respond to his scout partner. His defense on this subject was sorely lacking, considering that he indeed dooked in his diaper most days at school, and everywhere else for that matter. It being just the two of them there, he couldn't really blame anyone else for the noxious fumes either. "Just a fart." Liam finally replied, turning back toward the table and putting 'baby bear' on it. "..It was not! Stop bein' a butt and just fess up! You're bein' stupid about this." Fritz huffed, puffing out his cheeks in visible frustration. "I'm just trying to make sure our doll thingy is finished up, stop being weird." Was Liam's final declaration on the matter, as if Fritz should just avoid talking about the elephant in the room. That wasn't a satisfying resolution for Fritz. He'd given enough verbal push back, it was time for him to really *push* the *back*. He leaned forward and reached down, grabbing the back of Liam's scout shorts, and more importantly, grabbing a hold of the lumpy diaper underneath. . "Just a fart, huh?" He said, before pressing down and mashing the warm load flat against his friend's bottom. "Pretty sure that's a solid, not a gas." Liam let out a little squeak of surprise, his body tensing at the sudden sensation of the sticky mess getting flattened. He gave a bashful look over his shoulder, "F-fine, I went number two in my pants...I just didn't want anyone finding out. Nobody at scouts knows about...Umm, *everything* that's been goin' on..." Fritz released his grip and put a hand on his hip, "Yeah, I kinda figured. I won't tell anyone, but they're gonna find out if you just smell like poo." Liam could take that as a fair point. He was already resigned to the fact that he'd be discovered here eventually, he just didn't want it to be the very first day of the season. He wanted to be able to enjoy a few meetings without being known as the 'baby' of the group; was that really so much to ask? "The meeting is almost over anyways." The blond informed, turning back around to look at the infantile doll on the table that they'd made together. "...I guess this is gonna be ours. Kinda wish we hadn't made it look so...Babyish." He lamented, giving the constructed cloth diaper a prod with his finger. "...Yeah, I still don't know how that happened." Fritz frowned, stepping back from the messy boy. "I wonder what we're gonna do with it? Maybe make like a soapbox car for it or something? A parachute?" As Fritz contemplated what they could possibly need a doll for, a voice started to echo in his head. For some strange reason, perhaps provoked by what Liam had done, Fritz couldn't stop thinking about pooping in his diaper. The bear's brainwashing ran deep, and it'd instilled a twisted sense of solidarity within the boy's mind. It was obviously a bad idea, but he couldn't shake the thought. He knew that he would run the risk of becoming a social pariah, and that he'd have to waddle home with a steamer in his britches, but still the desire persisted and strengthened. Caught in this dilemma, Fritz started to bend up and down on his knees, giving small non-committal pushes to his bowels. He could feel something ready to go, but he wasn't ready to fire that cannon. Why was he humoring this? Why was he wearing a diaper in the first place? These were the right questions to ask, but they were overwhelmed by the almost dreamy ideation of letting go and emptying his big boy thoughts into his babypants. Fritz pushed one time too far, and the decision had been made. The log crackled and slithered out, first slowly, and then faster as it picked up momentum. His bowels weren't quite as untrained as Liam's were, so Fritz still had to softly grunt and get red in the face as he made big pushies in his diaper. "So, one of us has to take it home with us. Do you want it? Or should I take it?" Liam's question rang hollow and Fritz was a million miles away from it. All the other boy could think about was the big smelly sausage that was snaking its way into the back of his diaper and beginning to coalesce into a heavy pile of poo. "Are you listening? ...Well?" Just as Liam turned to ask Fritz that, he caught sight of Fritz's twisted face and focused look. There was a short but powerful fart that punctuated the end of the load's departure and Liam looked shocked. "Fritz...Are you, uh, you know? Did you just...?"