Tale #48: Breaking the Bully (Part VII)

Tale #48: Breaking the Bully (Part VII) (Part 7 in the 'Breaking the Bully' storyline) (Content Tags: Leaky diaper, public diaper change, humiliation, punishment, supernatural revenge) Cody's gait was wide and awkward, and the feeling of the wet pants clinging to his legs chafed him as he was forced to waddle across the store with his mom grabbing him by the wrist. If he'd thought she'd been upset before, then he'd truly seen nothing yet; he'd now embarrassed her out in public, and she probably thought he was doing it on purpose too. How else could it really be explained? Three accidents in one day? Plus wetting himself to the point of making a puddle in the checkout lane? He'd never been known to have accidents before this, so that either meant he wasn't feeling well, or that he was acting out for some reason. Being quite the little troublemaker at school, and since he didn't seem to have any symptoms of illness, that really only left the possibility that Cody was wetting and messing his pants on purpose for some unknown reason. "I can't believe you, Cody! I thought that maybe coming here and having to buy diapers would scare you away from acting like this, but apparently you're determined to keep acting like a big toddler!" She opened the door to the woman's restroom and tugged him inside against his pleas. "N-no, mom, please...! D-don't do this, I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!" The woman shook her head, not seeming to believe a single word of it. She pulled out the changing table and looked back down at her son, "You're not three anymore, Cody! I find it hard to believe that you've just started having accidents in your pants out of the blue! And if they *are* accidents, then you'll definitely be needing protection anyways. I can't just buy you new pants whenever you decide to ruin them!" He had to admit that she had a valid point, not that he wanted to accept the solution. If he was having accidents like this, then he couldn't very well just keep wearing underpants and befouling them. "B-but..." "No buts! Except for yours on this table." She interrupted him, picking the boy up from underneath his armpits and raising him up onto the changing table that was typically reserved for toddlers. "You need to be changed; I'm not going to let you ruin the carseats too with your wet pants." She firmly pushed down on Cody's chest to make him recline and then she started to pull his borrowed 'lost and found' pants off of him. It went without saying that they wouldn't be finding their way back to the school after this, not in the state they were in. His mother looked down at the sopping wet diaper and sighed, before she lifted up his legs and caught a look at the brown-stained seat he was also sporting. She lowered his legs back down and turned to open one of the packages of diapers that she'd just paid for, "...Honestly, having to change a diaper for you at *this* age. Aren't you embarrassed at all?" Of course he was! More than she could possibly know! But the question sounded rhetorical, and he didn't think he'd do himself any favors by trying to answer it, so he instead tilted his head to the side and was glad that the restroom was otherwise empty. ...Or it *had* been. Almost right after his mother had ripped open the top of one of the packs, the door swung open, and a couple of teenagers came inside, likely having just gotten out of high school for the day. "..And then Melissa said--" The gossip stopped short when the pair had passed by and they had to do a double-take to realize that the boy on the changing table was a good deal older than what a normal occupant of it should be. "..Oh, dang it." Cody's mother suddenly groaned, realizing that she was missing some vital supplies. "I don't have any wipes or powder! I'll have to go get some, but..." She looked down at him, and then back at the girls who had entered the bathroom. "Would you two young ladies mind watching my son for just a few minutes? I'm trying to get his diaper changed, but I forgot to grab some supplies..." Cody's eyes got wide; was she seriously asking some teenage strangers to keep an 'eye' on him, like he was a toddler that couldn't be trusted not to walk off?! "M-mmoom! I don't need that stuff...!" "You don't need wipes or powder? You want to just ruin your next diaper as soon as you put it on?" She chastised, while one of the teens giggled. "Don't worry, ma'am, we'll look after your baby boy!" His mother smiled and turned to leave, only taking her purse with her. "Thank you so much! I'll be back in just a few minutes." With her gone, that left Cody awkwardly sitting there on the changing table, with his leaky diaper on full display, and his soaked pants off to the side. One of the girls came over and booped him gently on the nose, "Well, well, little man. You going to be good for us while your mommy is out?" "You should have asked for some money to babysit the little guy, Roxanne." The other one joked. Cody folded his arms and sulked, "I don't need a babysitter, I'm not a baby." Roxanne laughed and gave the boy's cheek a condescending pinch, "Oh, really? The wet diaper is just a fashion statement? Usually the only boys in diapers that I see are still figuring out how to eat without getting spaghettios in their hair!" The blond felt his cheeks get hot, and he began to anxiously fidget in his own squishy seat. He still hadn't gotten used to feeling so small in front of others; he was used to being a bully to other kids, and at least somewhat confident with anyone older! "..I-I have, umm...a bladder infection.." He clumsily lied, hoping that something as normal sounding as a UTI would get them off his back for being a little piddle-pants. "Oh really? You believe that, Marie?" "I don't know, Roxie. Sounds kinda like bullshit, and speaking of shit..." The other girl's nose started to wrinkle up, and Roxanne looked back at Cody with a little more surprise in her eyes. "How about it, kid? Your diaper more than just full of tinkle?" "N-no! I didn't p-poop my pants!" The bully squeaked out a lie, wishing that his mother would hurry up, just so that these girls could leave. "Yeah, I've heard *that* a million times. It's always little boys, too! Like they enjoy sitting in their own stink." Roxanne jeered, reaching out to put a hand on Cody's shoulder. "And like the kids I babysit, I have a little feeling that you're not being honest with me." The teen used her leverage to lift Cody a few inches off his bottom, and then she peeked down and tutted at him. "...Yup, that's a poopy diaper all right! You little fibber. You going to blame that on a UTI too?" With his deceptions all unveiled, and with minimal effort at that, the stinker was reduced to silent seething. Lucky enough for him, his mom finally came back into the bathroom, carrying another small bag full of the changing supplies that she'd had to purchase. "Sorry it took me so long, I hope Cody wasn't too much trouble." Roxanne smiled, "Think nothing of it! He was a little fussy, but that's to be expected when they have a stinky diaper on." Cody thought to tattle, but other than teasing him, the teens hadn't exactly done anything worthy of reporting. He thought that this would be the end of it, but then he felt his legs getting lifted back up, and his mom was putting the fresh diaper on the table underneath him. Wasn't she going to wait until they left?! She started to untape his soiled diaper and was completely ignoring his meek mewling for her to wait, instead she was getting embroiled in a conversation with his tormentor! "...If you ever need a babysitter, I can give you my number. My rates aren't too high, and I'm great with little kids." "Oh? Yes, I probably should figure out a sitter for him. I have a PTA meeting this week, and I thought I could leave him at home for it, but now I'm having second thoughts." She was starting to get him cleaned up, changing and wiping him as casually as she would if she was changing a baby's diaper. Roxanne was keeping a professional demeanor, but her friend was barely suppressing her giggles as she watched. "Well, let me write my number down for you! I'm Roxanne by the way." "My name is Linda, and this little bundle of joy is Cody. Changing diapers won't be a problem? I have a feeling he'll still be needing them." Roxanne put a slip of paper on the changing table that had her phone number on it, "No problem at all. I've babysat plenty of toddlers, and even some older boys who still had to wear them to bed. A few dirty diapers won't scare me off!" They talked a bit longer, before the teenagers were off, with the decision that Roxanne would be hired to babysit him on Thursday evening. His mother had finished changing his diaper, it having taken longer due to her lack of practice over the last several years. She balled up the soiled one and tossed it in the trash can, and then after considering the wet pants, she tossed those as well. Now Cody had a fresh diaper on, and luckily one of the normal ones, instead of one of the 'mega-puff' ones, but he was still presented with a problem: He had nothing to cover up with. "Umm, mom..? What am I gonna wear?" She was bagging up the wipes when he asked, and she then realized the predicament he was in. "Well, Cody. They don't sell clothes here, so you'll just have to go out to the car like that." She didn't sound all that sympathetic to his inevitable humiliation either; he'd been the one to leak and do this to himself, so if anything, this was a fitting punishment! Or at least a fitting punishment through the warped lens of another grade schooler who was manipulating reality through his phone. "But everyone will see my d-diaper!" She took him by the hand, "We'll go right to the car. It'll only be a couple of minutes, sweetie. Besides, everyone already saw you make a puddle on the ground." Without any further delays, the woman tugged him back out into the store. She carried one of the bags, while she made him carry the other with his free hand. Immediately, Cody could sense eyes on him, and soon after he could hear muted snickering and murmuring. It wasn't every day that a boy his age got paraded through public with a diaper completely visible! They passed by the lane from earlier, which had just been finished getting mopped, and now a wet floor sign stood where his public shame had occurred. He could see one of the workers, likely who'd had to handle it, giving him a glare as they went on by. "Look at him, mommy! He's wearing a DIAPER! Like a BABY!" Came one loud voice from a nearby preschooler who was out with their mother. Cody stared at the ground and fought back tears of humiliation; he openly began to weep once they'd finally gotten back to their car. His mother put the bags in the backseat and sighed at her son's infantile sniffling. "Stop crying, Cody. Unless you want me to give you something to cry about! You only have yourself to blame for everything that's happened today!" She gave him a swift swat on the padded rump and told him to get in the car, to which he quickly obliged. He buckled up and wiped his face with his forearm; as she got the car started, he couldn't help but stare at the diapers in the seat beside him. Was he really going to have to wear those? He sat with those thoughts the rest of the way home, and they persisted further once he'd been sent to his room afterwards too. As far as he could tell, he would be wearing these for at least the rest of the week, school and all; at least until he proved that he didn't need them. Meanwhile, in sordid symmetry, Paul sat in his own room. Phone in his hands and a million ideas to pick from, he just needed to wait for this new 'app' to finish installing. What wonders would tomorrow bring? Especially now that Paul had even finer control?