Story #82: The Big Kid He's Not

Story #82: The Big Kid He's Not (Content Tags: Ongoing storyline, messy diapers, wet diapers, forced messing, humiliation, domination, bullying, role reversal) In many ways, Christmas eve had been a rock-bottom point for Colby. He'd gotten a bunch of baby gifts, thrown a tantrum, pooed himself in the middle of said tantrum, and then been made to sit in the corner for the duration of the gift unwrapping. Nothing had really improved since then, and if anything, things had gotten worse as his new gifts were implemented into his punishment. Pacifiers to suck on, sippy cups to drink from, onesies to make diaper checks easier... He'd even had some new furniture to adjust to, such as a highchair in the kitchen, and crib bars around his bed. What had begun as a mostly straightforward diaper punishment had gradually been twisted into a full on baby punishment by his little brother. The speed of which this new reality had been formed was astonishing and terrifying, and the more things that were integrated into his treatment, the more it felt like this would have a lasting permanence. His potty skills had degraded to dust; after being barred from the toilet all month and being biologically coaxed by what he was being given, he had about as much control over his bladder and bowels as he had when he was three. Sometimes it would dip even worse than that, and he'd wet or soil his diapers without even noticing what he'd done! That was an especially embarrassing tribulation for him; to be sitting there watching TV, or playing his gameboy, and to suddenly have the epiphany that he'd shat himself. It was worse when someone else would point it out; it was pure poison to hear his little brother smugly mention that Colby had a 'poopie' in his diaper. His potty skills weren't the only thing to degrade during this time. He'd also become more easily frazzled, and less emotionally secure; the constant humiliation had worn him down, and his confidence had crumbled under the weight of his own loaded diapers. He hardly felt like the big brother anymore, or even like a big kid at all. He felt like a baby. A whiny, stinky little baby. Dakota took advantage of his progressively degrading condition; he continued to stack more denigration on his older brother, he continued to ensure that Colby's status was on an ever steepening slope. His words were edicts, his whims were what manifested Colby's reality. The younger brother may have started this with only the intention of giving Colby a taste of his own medicine, but that goal had been appropriately met weeks ago. Now? Now it was obvious that Dakota was just drunk on the power that he held. Dakota didn't want this to end! The punishment's parameters had originally been that two conditions needed to be met for it to be over: one was that Colby had to use every diaper he'd bought for his brother, two was that Colby would remain in diapers for as long as Dakota still had accidents. That first condition had been met on Christmas eve, when Colby had thrown his tantrum and turned the last diaper of the original pack into a sagging turd-sack. The second condition however was completely based on Dakota's own abilities. Dakota had certainly been embarrassed to wear the training pants this last month; any way he sliced it, he couldn't justify that the shameful trainers were 'okay'. They obviously weren't as bad as diapers, like what Colby had to wear, but they also weren't as good as the briefs that he'd been allowed before this. He knew that it'd only become a bigger issue once school started back up; he wanted Colby to have to go to school in diapers, but he didn't want to be returning to third grade with Pull-Ups on under his pants. It'd already be bad enough with how he'd pooed his pants at his birthday party, and bullies would certainly try to pull down his pants to see if Dakota bore the diapers that he'd unwrapped in front of everyone. That was where the problem was. Dakota might have intentionally messed his training pants a few times over the month, to make sure that Colby's punishment remained, but he'd also had the same accidents that he was known for. The Pull-Ups were still proving necessary, because the little boy couldn't be trusted not to dirty his undies like a preschooler. This had really driven Dakota to try harder though. He'd started to focus more on listening to what his body was telling him, and making trips to the bathroom before he even felt the urge to go. His potty skills, delayed as they were, had seen some actual improvement! While Colby's potty skills became fractured. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Dakota wanted to leave the training pants behind for good, but he also wanted Colby to be a diaper-dependent baby. The only way to do that was to make the punishment become an all-encompassing lifestyle instead of a mere punitive measure. Because even if the punishment ended, Colby would still need to work hard to get back to his big boy baseline. The days leading up to the last day of the year saw a distinct drop-off in messy training pants for Dakota. He'd stopped doing it on purpose altogether, and he'd been much more mindful against actual accidents. His parents let him know that he'd be returning to undies if he could keep it up for another couple of weeks. Dakota didn't find it necessary to inform Colby of these developments; it would be better to keep Colby thinking that his own diapered state would remain indefinite, to better shatter whatever remained of his hopes and holdouts. The evening of New Years soon came, and with it would be a small shindig at their house. It wouldn't be a large affair, just being some family friends and their cousins returning once more. Dakota convinced his parents that it might be festive to have Colby toddle around with his diapers out in the open, as if he was eponymous baby that was named for the holiday. His brother didn't have any recourse to escape yet another blitz of humiliation; all he had was whining and fussing, none of which helped him in the least. Least of all convincing was how he worked himself up hard enough to yet again soil himself, which had become a trademark of his during this punishment. Yet another twisted reflection in the mirror of what he'd done to humiliate Dakota on his birthday. So it was set and Colby would wander the party clad in little more than his diaper and a shirt. The small silver lining was that his diapers weren't much of a secret to the guests coming over, except a few of his parent's friends, who were given the short-version by his parents themselves. His cousins already knew though, and so did the neighborhood kids that were coming over to. Colby's diapers weren't exactly old news yet, but they weren't all that new either. There was still plenty to mock, but it wouldn't really be breaking any new ground. It really hadn't taken long for the news to spread like wildfire around the culdesac, so even kids who hadn't directly witnessed them were still enough in the loop to expect them. There was really only one kid that would cause some serious problems: William. He was in Dakota's class, but only because he'd been held back in various grades. In actuality, he was closer to Colby's age, except he was undeniably more built. He was the walking stereotype of a big, dumb bully; he was also on the guest list, since he was a part of the neighborhood. Colby had honestly been hoping he wouldn't come. The crass boy hadn't been in town for the last few weeks, since he'd been off visiting family, and so Colby hadn't yet had any run-ins with him during this diaper development. The bully hadn't even been at Dakota's birthday party, since Dakota obviously didn't like him. With the current circumstances, Dakota actually verbalized that he hoped to see him. While the little boy would usually be terrified to see William, and would be worried that he might soil himself out of fear, that wasn't remotely on his mind right now. Since Colby was standing there in a huge diaper, pacifier clipped to his shirt, all Dakota could see was a massive lightning rod. About an hour into the party, Colby had eased his guard. He'd already been mocked thoroughly by the other kids here, but they'd eventually grown bored prodding at his Pampers, and had instead drifted off to their own celebratory devices. The kids had been relegated to the lower floor to have their own party, while the adults had the real party upstairs. Colby was quietly sitting on the floor in front of the TV, watching some cartoon channel counting down their best shows of the year, while the other kids played. At some point the doorbell rung, but Colby was too zoned out to hear it. His brother wandered away to go answer it, and moments later, Dakota was leading a certain someone down the steps to join the 'fun'. "Oh my god, he really is wearing a friggin' diaper!" Came a snide snickering from behind, there was only one person that voice could belong to, and the answer made the crotch of Colby's diaper grow warm in fear. It was William. The one person he really hadn't wanted here. He'd never been all too intimidated by William in the past, since the boy usually was focusing on smaller fish, but who else could be smaller than the baby minnow now in the pond? Colby turned and immediately tugged down on his shirt, as if his bare legs and a puffy white butt wouldn't give away his obviously diapered state. "W-William...!" He let out an anxious squeak. The other kids in the room had stopped what they were doing once the bully had entered the room; they were all too familiar with his brand of harassment, but weren't used to his targets being so solely set on one specific kid. In a subconscious sense of self-preservation, they would join in on targeting Colby, so that the bully would have no inclination to switch to one of them. "I'd heard that you were wearing Huggies now, but I thought that was a joke! I had to come see for myself though, and you didn't disappoint, diaper-boy." The bulky boy moved forward, until he was leering right over his victim. "Move your hands, let me see that diaper of yours." Colby's lip quivered and he frantically shook his head, only finding enough courage to stammer out a 'no'. William furrowed his brow at that and cracked his knuckles, "I said show them, and I mean *now.* Or else I'll just have to move your hands myself." The padded boy could only sit there silently, staring up at William and trying not to show his fear. But then the brash bully grumbled impatiently and grabbed Colby's wrist, forcing his hand away from the front of the diaper. Colby let out a pitiful whimper from the rough grasp and a dull hissing sound came from down below. "...He's pissing himself! He really is a stupid baby!" The bully jeered with his other finger pointing down at the yellow stain spreading across the swelling crotch of the diaper. Some of the other kids in the room began to laugh along and William began to pull Colby up to his feet, while he was still in the middle of his piddle. The diaper boy's face was feeling almost as warm as the front of his diaper was, and as he got shifted up into a standing position, he could feel the warmth spreading into the back of his diaper too. William gave the front of the sagging diaper a slight squeeze, as if he had to double check that the boy had peed himself, even though he'd just watched it very clearly happen. "You crap yourself too, diaper-boy? Huh?" "N-no.." Colby lied meekly, though his brother snickered at that from across the room, and a couple of the kids outright said that he was fibbing. "Yeah ya do. I want to see you do it too. Poop your diaper, diaper-boy! Do it or I'll pummel ya!" William rose up a fist. Colby looked around the room for help, but nobody was about to come forward. Instead, he was greeted by giggles and mocking grins. Nobody was about to speak out against William, and that was assuming they didn't all want to see the same mortifying thing. He really didn't want to give the small crowd what they wanted, but he also fully believed that William would show him some real pain if he didn't oblige the degrading request. Colby bit his lip and slumped his shoulders, torn at making a decision here. "Hey, stupid, I wasn't joking! Crap your pants; I want to see it, *now*." William reiterated, giving Colby a rough shove that made him stumble back. "Show everyone how much of a dumb little baby you are!" After being held back so many times, it was obvious that William had a focus on making it seem like someone was less intelligent than he was. What better indicated a lack of intellect than pooping in a diaper? Colby let out a whimper and turned his backside toward William. He could either placate the bully by soiling himself on purpose, or he could get beaten up and poo himself anyways by accident. "O-okay, okay..." "And it better be a big one. That diaper looks like it can hold a lot." With a dejected sigh, Colby bent down into a squatting position, his padded rump sticking out toward all the awaiting eyes. He let out a soft grunt and began to push, almost immediately being rewarded by a wet fart sputtering into his puffy seat, which got a laugh out of his audience. "Geeze, Colby. I used to think you were kind of cool and that your brother was just the dork... Guess you're not as cool, or as smart, as I thought." William told him, while Colby was right in the middle of making pushies in his pants. "You're so pathetic that you're letting me tell you to poop your pants. You're just a good little dumb-dumb that listens to what he's told." Another gassy outburst escaped into the diaper after a louder grunt, and a solid turd was beginning to slowly snake its way out past his buttcheeks. Once the log hit cloth and made a noticeable bump, a cacophony of laughter and disgust rang out amongst the kids. "Ewww! He's really taking a dump in his diaper!" "Someone get the wipes!" "That's gonna really stink!" Colby felt tears of shame welling up in his eyes, but his bigger focus was on the giant pantload he was in the process of exporting, and the embarrassment of the relief it was affording him. He groaned loudly and squatted lower to the ground, the bump in his backside starting to rapidly grow outward as the turd continued to slither and crash like a meteor into his Huggies. It was so large and firm that he was getting red-faced and a little sweaty from the strained ordeal, and embarrassingly, he had to use his hands to pull the diaper out to give the mighty steamer more room to escape and coil up. Once that wasn't enough, he had to start shaking his butt in an attempt to pinch off the anaconda. There was an extended crackling and finally a huge heavy PLOP as he pinched the pound-cake into his Pamps. William knelt down and groped the huge poopy bulge that'd been made, looking almost surprised by the size and warmth of the behemoth boom-boom. He gave the diaper a squeeze and then snickered, "Baby all done? That's a big poo-poo you made! Now sit on it and squish it." Colby remained squatting, feeling cool air against his inner thighs as the diaper sagged heavily enough to stretch open the legbands a little. "..P-please, no.." He mewled meekly. "I said...Sit on it!" William grumbled, giving Colby a push down and forcing him to sit flatly on the giant poo he'd just made, making the sticky load smear against his buttocks as it reshaped into a smelly pile underneath him. Colby sat there with tears in his eyes and a load under his bottom, while everyone laughed at his humiliation. This was supposed to be how Dakota felt, not him! It wasn't though, and with Dakota lurching ever closer to undies again, it would remain to be Colby that was the pantspooper in the family. This could have been so easily avoided, and the natural order could have continued. He brought this punishment upon himself, but he wouldn't be able to remove it himself. He was about to be a stinky diaper boy in the new year. Being a big boy again might not come for some time.