Tale #40: The Barney Baby (1998)

Tale #40: The Barney Baby (1998) (This is a time-warped version of the premium story 'Cocomelon Pop'.) Content Tags: (Messy diapers, humiliation, domination, brain drain, seat sniffing, forced to wear someone else's dirty diaper, bound by toddler leash, bound by baby bouncer) "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family...!" How many times had he been forced to hear that? The lyrics had become seared into his brain, like words carved into a stone tablet. Over and over, neverending, never slowing. At a certain point, he'd started to sing along too, and not long after that, he'd grown up anticipate the obnoxious anthem with excited fervor. He'd been stuck watching the purple dinosaur on loop for longer than he could keep track of. Day in, day out. Tape after wretched tape. It'd been days at the very least, where he was left ensnared in this infernal bouncer, unable to escape the siren songs of the television. His imprisonment and torture was at the hands of a Barney 'super-fan' that he was supposed to be watching over, sort of. Brandon had been sent over to this house as a means for two families to share a nanny for the week that they'd be gone on differing trips; for Brandon, his folks were going somewhere on business, and for the other boy, his parents were having a second honeymoon of sorts. The nanny never showed though. Brandon's assumption was that there had been some type of mixup with the date that she was supposed to start. The result was that Brandon was left alone with Kenny for the week, totally unsupervised, and without any of the adults knowing. He'd been conflicted at first. It should be the dream of every kid his age to have a week without any rules or guidelines, but he would also be spending it with...Kenny. Brandon was eleven, while Kenny was nine. Kenny, while only being two years younger physically, was a larger deal more behind in terms of mental age. He wasn't completely moronic or anything, but he was profoundly immature for his age, and he hadn't progressed much past toddlerhood with the way his parents let him act. From the larger sized baby furniture, to the positively juvenile clothes and interests, to the plus-sized diapers he fully utilized, and most of all, his absolute adoration for the antics of a certain purple dinosaur. Barney clothes, Barney tapes and books... Even his jumbo diapers were printed with Barney! If he had called his parents and acted responsibly, then the nanny would have come at the right time and prevented the disaster to come. Instead, Brandon wanted to eat cookies and watch R-rated movies out of the top of the cabinet. As for Kenny? The easiest choice was to inform the obnoxious brat that the babysitter wouldn't be coming, and that he'd have to be changing his own diapers for the week. Again, it wasn't really like Kenny was stupid. Aside from the glaring infantilization that oozed from his image, he was still smart enough to keep up with the grade level that his age reflected. So it didn't seem like an imposition to ask Kenny to take on. The younger boy hasn't seemed happy to hear it, but then Brandon had explained how this meant that Kenny could do whatever he wanted all week, without any grownups getting in his way! That was enough to at least calm the other boy and make it so that he didn't call his own parents about the nanny's absence. The other part, about having to change himself, that was the tough sell. Kenny didn't agree to that part actively, but instead rattled off the things he could do without getting told no. Brandon nodded along, inattentive to whatever whims were being decreed. The important part was getting him on board, the other details didn't matter as much, right? So began their first day with Kenny's house to themselves. For Brandon though, it wouldn't take long for him to make a mistake that'd make his week as rotten as his housemate's diaper pail. Within the first couple of hours, Brandon had already proven himself unworthy to wield this freedom. He'd raided the fridge and gorged on whatever sweets and junk food that he could find, while watching afternoon cartoons in his underwear. Kenny had been suspiciously absent since their agreement, but Brandon hadn't thought much of it. Until his padded little friend came stomping out of the kitchen. "Where are all my Dunkaroos?! The box is empty!" Brandon belched and gave a sheepish glance to the half-dozen emptied packages on the floor of the living room. "Yeah, they were pretty good. Your parents buy all the best snacks." The younger boy fumed and stormed over to inspect all the trash on the ground. "You ate my Gushers too! A-and my pizza bagels!" Brandon gave a small groan from the couch, giving his stomach a pat. "Yeah, I think I ate too much." Kenny sighed, obviously irritated, but deciding to move on for the moment. "Whatever, just gimme the remote. Barney is about to come on." There was a scoff, "Uh, no way, marshmallow-butt. I'm not turning off Toonami for some stupid baby show. You have him on tape, just wait until I'm done." That was strike two, as far as Kenny was concerned. This whole week of freedom wouldn't be so free as long as Brandon was eating his favorite foods and hogging the TV to himself. Then Kenny felt a rumble and got an idea. He sat next to Brandon on the couch, his plastic-backed diaper rustling underneath his overalls. Then, completely maliciously, he began to rip ripe farts in his diaper, without any care to how loud or gross they were. Brandon grimaced and scooted away after the first couple of sloppy blasts, commenting on how he was serious about not changing any diapers. Kenny didn't stop though, and after his gassy attacking had proven ineffective, he began to push harder. Where there was gas, there were solids not far behind. With enough concerted effort, he could feel the back of his diaper beginning to to expand with an explosive, mushy monsoon. The sound was unmistakable to the other boy on the couch and he backed away even further. "Ugh! You just crapped in your pants, and right next to me! Couldn't you go somewhere else to do that?!" Kenny let out a sigh of relief, and sat back more fully. The putrid pile in his pants squished all throughout his Barney-brand babypants and the foul fumes began to drift from his overalls. "Nope. I want to watch Barney, and I'm not moving from this spot. So have three options: change my diaper, leave the room, or sit there and smell my dirty diaper." Brandon clenched his fists. He wasn't about to change any diapers, and he wasn't willing to cede his spot in front of the TV. He also really didn't want to smell a poopy diaper the whole time either, and Kenny was being stubborn. He pondered if he could force the younger boy off the couch, though his energy was shot by the buffet of junk food he'd just had, and Kenny definitely wasn't that much smaller than him. But Kenny was also a big baby, right? So he'd probably crumble in a tussle, even if it pained Brandon to roughhouse in his current state. A sore tummy was better than having to pinch his nose the whole time. "Go away, Kenny. You smell like poop. If you don't go, then you're not going to be watching Barney at all, for the whole week. In fact, if you don't go change, then I'm going to start breaking your Barney videos." That was strike three. The threat to his favorite thing was enough for Kenny to take action. From what he understood, the slovenly kid was about to try to force him out of his seat; sizing the slender Brandon up, the more solidly built boy wasn't intimidated. He simply folded his arms, as if to dare Brandon to try something; to further bait the bully, he lifted his mucky bottom off the couch and ripped another disgusting, juicy fart into his poopy diaper. "Yuck! That's it!" Brandon began to get off the couch and he approached the stinker. "I'm going to force you to leave the room, you little retard!" The older boy had seriously overestimated his own abilities, and as the two tussled, he quickly found himself under Kenny's warm, squishy backside. Kenny triumphantly made the older boy huff his filthy Huggies for a few moments, before landing a strike to Brandon's aching gut and totally immobilizing him. While the older boy groaned on the floor and tried not to crap his own pants, Kenny got up and got right to work. Before Brandon knew what was happening, the younger boy had gotten a toddler leash around him and had effectively bound him via harness. Then, theatrically, the immature brat let his Barney overalls drop to the floor, revealing his poopy Barney-printed diaper. "You talk a whole lot for someone who's so wimpy!" Kenny teased, suddenly tugging hard on the leash, which forced Brandon's face right up against the warm, stinking seat of the soiled garment. "You shoulda' just been nice, Brandon. Let me watch Barney, change my diapers, and we could've gotten along!" As Brandon frantically fidgeted, trying to break free from where his nose was currently buried, Kenny grunted and let out another gurgling fart into his diaper, which brought another squishy log into the loaded seat. "I think you gotta understand how good Barney is, and we got all week to do it!" After a few minutes of toxic fumes, Brandon felt faint, and Kenny made him crawl along the floor as he went to get something out of a cabinet in the living room. He got out diaper changing supplies and a pair of what looked to be baby mitts. Kenny tugged on the leash again, forcing Brandon onto the ground, and then he tied the leash to the leg of the couch. The older boy was in a daze, so he hardly realized what was happening, even as the tapes loudly came undone from the lumpy babypants. "I *do* know how to change my own diapers, I just don't like to." Before Brandon could understand what Kenny was getting at, he realized that his own underpants were being taken away, and in their place, Kenny was taping up the heavily pooped diaper! The icky thing was still steaming hot with the immense fresh pile that Kenny had so shamelessly made, and Brandon could feel it squishing all over his butt. Brandon got turned over, and Kenny took the baby power he'd gotten and began to squeeze nearly the whole bottle down the back of the filthy diaper. Then, he swiftly imprisoned Brandon's hands in the mittens, to keep him from doing anything while the younger boy left the room to get something. Kenny came back about ten minutes later, freshly changed into another diaper, and carrying a heavy bag with him and having some other things tucked under his arm. "I'm gonna make sure you can enjoy Barney in the best way possible. By the end of the week, you might like it even more than me!" The first thing Kenny did was to pull a purple shirt over Brandon's head, one with the same dinosaur that adorned his stinking diaper. Then, he began to pull some balled up diapers out of the bag. "Yesterday we had sloppy joes, so my diaper pail got pretty full!" He chirped. "W-what are you doing with those? Let me go! I'm going to call my parents, o-or your parents, and you're going to be in huge trouble!" Kenny stuffed a pacifier in Brandon's mouth. "I don't think so. Now, I don't wanna have to change your diapers, so you gotta be nice and protected. I also don't wanna waste too many fresh diapees, because I'll need them for myself. So..." The older boy watched in disgusted horror as Kenny unfurled each dirty diaper and taped it atop the one he had on already. One by one, his layers got thicker and thicker, and his seat got more and more squishy. Then, to top it off, Kenny put a very large pair of Barney plastic pants on over the vile stack. "There we go! Now you can poo yourself all day long and not hafta to miss any Barney!" The multitude of loaded garments made it impossible for Brandon to properly stand and keep his balance. Kenny untied the leash and got the older boy to his feet however. "Now...I just need to give you the perfect seat for you to watch Barney in.." His eyes drifted toward the oversized baby bouncer in front of the TV. "That should do!" It was a struggle to achieve, but Kenny got Brandon's massively diapered rump into the bouncer and gave a push to start the boy going up and down, the poopy diapers squishing loudly like an orchestra with every bounce. Brandon groaned, feeling sick from the nasty sensation, and Kenny finally changed the channel. "Just in time for the next episode! And when these are over, I have a whole collection of tapes you can watch too." All that junk food was coming back to bite Brandon, and he couldn't help but start to rip farts of his own into the back of the bouncer. The familiar intro of Barney came on and his week of degradation had officially started. Kenny planned to make sure that by the end of it, his bratty housemate here would be a drooling, diaper-pooping dummy that loved Barney even more than he did. Brandon was going to become a Barney baby, whether he wanted to or not. (To be continued!)