Long Story #13: The Wishstone 4: Part 2

Long Story #13: The Wishstone 4: Part 2 Part Two: Slow and Steady (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, domination, role reversal, supernatural reality warping) That initial experience with using the stone's power on his babysitter, that had set the overall tone that would hang over Seth's psyche going forward. Being able to reach deep within his tortured heart and pulling malice, instead of kindness, had permanently shifted the way he perceived the pretty pink stone. Gone were the harmless whims of new toys or pizza parties; a new era had begun, where the wishstone would be used as a tool of deconstruction. There was only one target that would receive the effects of this brutal new outlook, and that would continue to be Chase. Seth had almost been shaking when the night had ended; not out of fear or any anxieties, but instead from a deeply fulfilled sense of vengeance. He'd been so giddy, so excitable at the prospect of everything he could finally do to his cruel babysitter. Chase hadn't the foggiest idea that his life had become wet clay in the little boy's tiny hands; every element of his existence, from the physical to the mental, from the established and the hypothetical, was being placed on the potter's wheel of fate. With nothing more than a haphazard desire and everything about his reality could be shifted and resculpted to Seth's creative vision. The one thing that Seth had decided to leave in place after he left that night, was the decision to make Chase into a long-term bedwetter, much like Seth himself had been relentlessly mocked for. Unlike Seth though, Chase's wetting was designed to be too heavy for something as subtle as Goodnites. No, Goodnites wouldn't do at all, as that'd just put Chase on the same level as Seth. So instead, Chase's nightly soaking was made twice as bad, and that meant that his evening routine would involve getting taped up into an adult diaper. It wouldn't be something 'new', at least by Chase's perspective, instead being a retcon to the teen's history. With the power of the stone, Chase had always been a bedwetter, and a heavy one at that, since he was a little kid. One might imagine that such an alteration would have a profound impact on the way that Chase behaved. He couldn't be such a jerk if he had such a humiliating secret, right? Well, apparently he could and still was. If anything, the teen came across as more defensive and reactionary, as if overcompensating for his little inadequacy. But that was fine. For Seth, it wouldn't be all that fun if Chase was 'fixed' after one change. After years of taking the teen's abuse, he needed more closure than just giving Chase a leaky bladder at night and calling it 'mission accomplished'. No, he needed to unscrew the bully piece by piece, until the older boy's evil was ready to collapse in on itself. And that was exactly what Seth began to do. He dismantled Chase part by part, little by little, taking pause each time to see what the bigger picture had changed to reflect. It was tiny things, like making him bad at sports or awkward with girls, but each brushstroke added up to a mural of dilapidation. When he was mad enough, which was usually the multiple times a month that the teen was called upon to watch over him, that was when the more juvenile ideas came in. It'd be posed like a question that Seth had to inquire about, such as how it might be if Chase were suddenly to start sucking his thumb in his sleep too, or if his parents didn't find him mature enough to wear boxers during the day. Sure that might only mean that the teen woke up to a drooly thumb to accompany his soggy diaper, or that he was more private about changing in the locker room to keep his tighty-whities, but those seemingly insignificant additions were adding more weight atop the teen's fragile ego. Seth's controlled restraint in the face of endless power was actually something admirable. After a month of holding Chase's fate in his pocket, he'd been content to just shake the foundation by loosening a nut here and a bolt there. It wasn't for lack of imagination or a lack of want, as the memories of that first night had danced in his head daily since he'd begun. The thought of stripping Chase of all his intellect and reducing him to a drooling moron that pooed his diapers without shame, or thinking how he'd shrunk the teen into a kid like him and then played the role of bully himself. These things lived in his head rent-free, and as foul or off-putting as the constructed scenarios had been, there was an immature allure within them. Still, Seth stuck to his plan of a controlled demolition. He wanted this to mean something, and it couldn't mean anything if he simply snapped his fingers and put Chase into a wholly different reality. Of course, Seth wasn't versed well enough in philosophy to consider that he was doing pretty much the same thing at a slower pace; what difference did it make if the ship of Theseus was reconstructed over the course of many moons or if it was replaced all at once? Either way it would be a completely different vessel than what it'd begun the journey as. Seth's patience was not eternal though. At the end of the day, he was still a child, and a child needed to be able to play. So sometimes he'd do as he'd done that first night; he'd make some huge change to Chase's life, but only keep it in play for a few hours, to see how the teen fared. Sometimes he'd even let Chase be aware of what he was doing, just so he could see the fear that he could strike in Chase's eyes. These one-off occurrences were good for Seth's morale; they were like a metaphysical 'cheat day', where Seth could stop counting calories and instead indulge full-throttle. It was really the only way he'd been able to go at the pace that he had, since he could wipe the changes clean at the end of his fun, and instead keep things treading patiently down the right path. After a while, Seth made a larger change to what Chase had to deal with. After mulling it over, the little boy had decided that being a bedwetter wasn't cutting it, and he made it so Chase began to have lapses in his bladder control during the day as well. Just little tinkles at first, infrequent and manageable; he'd also decided not to let this be a retcon to Chase's history, instead allowing these new accidents to in-fact be a 'new' occurrence. The shift in Chase's demeanor was more noticeable after that. Wetting the bed had made him more irritable and prone to projecting, but these daytime wet spots had more clearly done something to the teen's confidence. It made him less likely to harass Seth, which was something that nothing else had done up to that point. It was amusing to see in action, but it still lacked a certain flair to it. So Seth decided to increase both the frequency and severity of these pants-wetting episodes. The next time after that Chase babysat him, Seth was able to notice that the boy had take to wearing protection during the day too. Thinner than his nighttime diapers, but a little thicker than the Goodnites that Seth still sported. That was fine for a while; Chase had been reduced to wearing some form of padding during both the day and night, and he was a lot more quiet when Seth had to be around him. If Seth had honestly been doing this for pragmatic reasons, then this point would have been more than a fair place to stop things. Heck, this would have been a good place to stop things even under the guise of seeking justice. But it wasn't about pragmatism or justice anymore, if it had ever been in the first place at all. This revenge plot was but a thinly veiled justification for Seth to feel powerful; power-tipsy had been passed weeks ago, the boy was outright drunk. He couldn't see it for himself, and he didn't want to see it, but that pretty pink stone in his pocket had warped him almost as much as it had warped Chase. Twisted and gnarled as his conscience now had become, Seth was still the hero in his own blinded eyes. Everything he did, no matter how cruel, was a righteous strike against a deserving tyrant; every breath that Chase took, where he wasn't a mindbroken pantsfiller, was a gift that was courtesy of his merciful judge, jury, and executioner. Every ounce of confidence that drained away from Chase, seemed to find itself siphoned off to Seth himself. He had long stopped fearing his babysitter, and had begun to become more bold in mouthing off to the teen. It spilled out into the rest of his life too; with his parents, his teachers, and other kids. He felt untouchable, and that aura burned brightly like a comet. That inflated ego had come paired with a bloated sense of entitlement. When Seth could wish for anything, it made it difficult for him to maintain a cool head in the face of any pushback. That'd become all too obvious, with Seth punishing any slights he felt were against him. As a particularly petty example, Jamie Brewer, who was a boy in his class, had accidentally knocked Seth's milk over at lunch. Seth could have easily wished for another carton, but that's not how he decided to use the stone. Instead, he'd wished for Jamie to have a huge poopy accident in his shorts, right there in the cafeteria. Seth had even acknowledged to himself that the whole thing was an accident on Jamie's part, but he'd still ruthlessly punished the boy for inconveniencing him. And he hadn't stopped there either. No, he'd not let tit-for-tat be the end of it; Jamie would then go on to poop his pants every day at school that week, until Seth finally decided to throw diapers into the equation and keep his classmate functionally incontinent. It felt good to have that kind of power, and Seth just flippantly decided that he'd reset that aspect of Jamie's life whenever his messy antics proved to stop being amusing. There was a funny irony to that. The idea that he'd so casually cast a worse fate on an innocent classmate that he hardly knew, than on the vicious bully that he'd spent so much time despising. Every little thing that Seth had done to hurt Chase was still small potatoes when compared to the grade schooler that now filled his diapers with poo every day in class. That inequality wouldn't last all that much longer from that point. Jamie had actually set a 'model' that could be followed; seeing the unending degradation that had plagued his classmate from something so simple, it wouldn't take much to push Seth to doing the same for Chase. Things had already been moving in that direction, with the increased wetting, and the most natural progression past that would be to make Chase start soiling himself as well. The little push that Seth had needed to cross that threshold came one night when he was once again being babysat by his teenage test subject. As had become casual for Seth, he was once again getting mouthy with the older boy, and at a certain point he very directly referred to the fact that Chase was a pantswetting baby. Chase had slapped him. Something about that was too much for Seth's inflated ego. He'd bolstered himself so much further above Chase, as being so much better than him, so for this loser to actually strike him? It was unforgivable, and it needed immediate correction. So Seth slunk away, nursing his stinging cheek and his pride; as soon as he got out of sight, he was already pulling the stone out to handle the vermin in the living room. "Chase is going to start pooping his pants. Every single day, more than once each day. Big accidents too!" The boy had snarled into the rock in his palm, his soul effused malice from its every particle. Chase wouldn't be able to get away with thinner protection during the day now, that was for sure! Such padding might be passable for bladder trouble, but nothing short of a real diaper would suffice for when he was crapping himself too! "In fact, Chase is going to poop himself right now. A big smelly dump in his pants, that he has no way of stopping!" Seth would add, as petty as he was cruel. In the other room, while watching TV instead of actually babysitting, Chase would grow wide-eyed as he realized that a big mushy log was making a gassy departure to drop right inside his adult Pull-Ups. The sensation of it had been completely muted in the first half, and Chase hadn't realized that he was leaning forward on the couch to do it, until the sticky solid was already pressing against the damp padding of his undergarment. Just like Seth had wished for, the load was large, and it very swiftly began to stink. Those two attributes alone would be evidence for why the pull-on diapers wouldn't be cutting muster going forward: capacity and odor guarding. The Pull-Up swelled to accommodate his putrid pantload, but too much moving around would easily lead to a leak, and the smell was hardly muffled from breaching to the outside world! Seth would watch from the sidelines for the moment, leering by the entrance to the living room; he was curious about how his babysitter would react to the dump under his butt, and a smile began to crack while he watched Chase carefully probe the back of his pants to weigh how bad the damage was. Just like poor Jamie, this would become a daily hassle for Chase to endure. It wouldn't matter where he was, who he was with, or what he was doing. Surviving the social battlefield of high school was about to become even harder than the bladder dysfunction had so far proven to be; a wet pull-up was easy to conceal, but a messy one? That'd prove exceedingly difficult. Once Chase had started to stand, with his legs spread apart and his expression weary, Seth decided to come in. "So what about dinner?" The boy asked from behind Chase, startling the teen into turning around. "..What?" Seth had smiled at the anxiety that radiated off the teenager; it was delicious to see him squirm so uncomfortably, desperately trying to hold onto his dirty little secret. The little boy played dumb, like he didn't notice. "Its already past seven and my parents didn't leave any pizza money. Aren't you gonna make something? Or are you just gonna slap me again for asking?" Chase grimaced and pulled his wallet from his pocket, he took a wrinkled twenty and held it out. "Just order something and stop whining." Seth took the bill and wrinkled his nose once he got in closer. He could smell it now, and he made sure that his facial expression telegraphed that. "Wow, thanks! ..Ugh, what smells?" "Just ripped one. I have to go take a dump, so just call for a pizza or whatever." Chase grumbled, his face becoming pink as he grabbed the backpack that he'd brought with him. "Gross...Hey, wait, why do you need to take that to go to the bathroom?" The teen turned away in a huff, "B-because I don't trust leaving it here with you! Now stop asking stupid questions and go order the fucking food!" Seth pretended to shrink back at the angry swearing, like he could actually be intimidated when he knew the truth of what that smell really was. "O-okay, okay!" He yelped, backing up and turning to go get the phone, while in actuality he was watching Chase awkwardly waddle out of the room. It'd been a calculated move to not 'discover' that first accident, or even a few that would later follow. The tension it created was a masterpiece; for Chase, it made him still focus on hiding what he'd done, instead of just being ashamed and then moving on. It stretched out Chase's suffering, it would make him deal with the anxiety and the paranoia for a longer term. Just because Seth wasn't 'noticing', didn't mean that other people in Chase's life would show that same grace. After a few days of shitting his Pull-Ups at home, the teen's parents would take notice and make sure he was wearing something more suited for the task. They weren't pleased about it either; their loser son, on the cusp of adulthood, had already been pissing the bed and his pants, but now he was crapping them too! His home life wasn't the only thing crumbling from the newest wish; he'd only managed to shit his diaper a handful of times at school before he got caught by one of his classmates in the act. That low position on the social totem pole had dropped several places after that, and he'd appropriately gotten the reputation for being a pantsfiller that had to wear adult diapers. Compared to how slow the first month and a half had been, the addition of uncontrollable messing had made things go to turbo. Chase's life was falling apart and he had no idea why any of this was happening to him. He could have never guessed that the source of all these ills was the snarky little brat that he'd pushed around all these years. Seth himself hadn't considered how much damage he could do with just one wish, and the 'schedule' that he'd metered out was getting taken off the rails. Many of the next steps that he had planned to take, no longer seemed sufficient or necessary in the destruction plans that he'd laid out. His plans for the immediate future now came across as trite, and it meant that he'd need to recalibrate. He considered what he could do that would be worse than what had already been done, and images of that first night filled his head once more. His next step would be to finish decimating what was left of Chase's current life, before he'd allow a reset of putting Chase into something a little different; an ego death and then rebirth of sorts. The next target would be Chase's mind itself, and it would land the teenager into a dreaded category where his diapers would fit in perfectly.