Tale #38: The Poopy Pilgrim

Tale #38: The Poopy Pilgrim (Another episode in the smelly saga of Rudy the pantspooper!) (Content Tags: Messy undies, pantswetting, messy diapers, public humiliation, diaper punishment) "You get to be a pilgrim in the play, Rudy, isn't that exciting?" No, no it wasn't. At least not to a little boy as shy as the the first grader having this foisted upon him. He had dreadful stage fright, and even though the Thanksgiving 'play' was short and simplistic, it would still be in front of a sea of parents, with Rudy having to stare down the audience from the stage. He had very gently tried to persuade his mother, and then his teacher, to let him skip out on the whole thing, but they'd taken his meek mewlings as some easy-to-conquer jitters that would quickly pass. No one considered that he'd been an anxious, finger-sucking mess since the announcement has been made to his class. Half the students would be pilgrims, while the other half were natives, and they'd be recreating a very candy-coated rendition of the 'First Thanksgiving'. Rudy had been selected to be a pilgrim, but the choice of role hadn't actually mattered at all to him. He had only a handful of lines, and remembering them probably wouldn't be all that difficult, but actually reciting them on stage... It gave him shivers. His classmates didn't look to share his fears; they were all so bubbly and excitable about the parts that they'd get to play and the costumes that they'd get to wear! It was madness, at least the way Rudy saw it, and with the days passing by, he was running out of opportunities to find an escape from this nightmare. His brother and sister were ambivalent toward the whole thing; they'd be in class themselves when the play was set to go, and his sister wasn't even in the same school that he was. They'd both done the same type of song and dance when they'd been around his age, but it'd been forgettable for them, and thus they had no advice nor sympathy to muster. "Just get it over with. You're being a crybaby about it." His brother had said. "It isn't that bad and it'll be over before you know it!" His sister had insisted. They couldn't understand what kind of knot was tied inside Rudy's guts, they didn't have his stage fright. So he'd be on his own here, and he had scant time to figure out a workable solution. This troubled him up until the day before the play. His class was doing their last rehearsal, with all of the kids now in costume. His teacher had been insistent that they treat the costumes well, because he had no fully actualized spares. That meant not getting them sticky with candy, or dirty and crumpled from horseplay. That had been his final inspiration though. He couldn't be in the play if he didn't have a costume, right? He'd have to be severe too; no simple little scuff or dust would suffice! He had to use the nuclear option to assure peace of mind. He planned to soil himself. It was an odd thought to cross his mind, that was for sure; he was a bedwetter, and very often pooped his pants by accident, to such a point that he often found himself padded as punishment, but to do it on purpose? It felt beneath him as a first grader, but desperate times called for even more desperate measures. The actual pro/con to consider, the consequences he had to weigh, were what the fallout of this decision would be. His parents would be angry, which went without saying, but what of his classmates? He'd already had some messy accidents at school in the past, but they weren't typically so out in the open. He could usually slink away to get chastised by the nurse, leaving only pungent rumors in his wake. But that wasn't to say that those incidents hadn't already become baked in to his reputation. It might not be the first thing that his classmates thought of when his name came up, but it was definitely in the top five 'traits' used to describe him. It'd probably be at the top of the list if they knew just how often he found his pants dirtied, or that he woke up in a wet Pull-Up every morning. So here was the fork in the road. Was humiliation and possible ostracism better or worse than the abject fear he felt about performing in the play? Would soiling himself (and his reputation) be a better outcome? He decided 'yes'. It'd been hours since his last potty break, so he was locked and loaded to let go, but would messing himself really be enough? If he couldn't achieve a 'blowout' in his cartoon printed underoos, then this would be all for naught! The pressure in his bladder was the solution. If pooping in his costume didn't do the job, then he'd just have to soak himself too. It would take a fully concerted assault from all sides to bring ruination to these garbs! So the rehearsal progressed normally for a time, with it being mostly children running amok and having their exasperated teacher herding them into place. Rudy looked like he was being upstanding by being so still and agreeable, but that was just what it looked like on the outside. On the inside, the tiny blond was clenching his fists and pushing hard on his bowels. The pants portion of his costume wasn't anything as sophisticated as slacks; they were instead pretty much just black opaque tights. So as he finally got things moving, the back of the taut leggings began to slowly tent out with a well-defined, knobby lump. Then, like the cork of a champagne bottle, the solid mass gave way to an explosive deluge of sloppy mush. The back of his tights quickly swelled to accommodate the changing shape of his underpants and Rudy bit his lip, feeling a shameful sense of relief at the powerful evacuation. His butt was smothered in something that belonged best in the diaper of a drooling tot, and while if it'd been an accident there wouldn't have been an ounce of pleasure in the misfortune, but doing it on purpose allowed him to actually revel in the bliss of humanity's most humble function. "Rudy? Are you listening? You need to come sit at your spot at the table. Right between Jake and Rachel." Oh, that was right, they were rehearsing! Rudy squeaked out an awkward apology and shuffled over to the little table on the stage. He took his seat, not even making consideration for the warm pile in his briefs; immediately, he felt the mound flatten under the weight of his tushy and spread out in all directions. The sound was muffled by all the talking going on, but that did nothing to coat the fetid smell. Both of his immediate neighbors didn't take long to begin wrinkling their noses. It was the little girl though, who was the first to actually lodge a complaint. She scrunched up her face in disgust and turned to the the pair of boys, "Something smells like **poo**." Her tone was accusatory, and with the fragrance becoming unyielding, it was obvious she didn't think the source was a mere toot. Rudy kept quiet, while Jake furrowed his brow and shook his head: "S'not me! Whoever smelt it, dealt it! Right, Rudy?" "R-right.." The pantspooper nodded. Rachel snarled at the immature rebuttal, "Girls don't *do* that, d-dummy! One of you dumb *boys* pooped your pants, just like a little baby!" The teacher had caught wind of the commotion and he made his way from the students he was attempting to wrangle. "What's going on here?" Rachel jabbed her finger in the boys' direction: "One of them **POOPED** their pants!" The loud outburst had done a better job to silence the stage than the teacher was proven capable of, and all eyes were on the trio. The teacher tried to settle things down, "That's not nice to accuse, Rachel. Maybe one of them just stepped in something at recess, maybe we should do a shoe check, everyone stand up.." They rose from their chairs and the teacher began with Rachel, asking her to lift her feet up to show him the underside of her shoes. Satisfied at their relative cleanliness, he turned his attention to Rudy next and pointed down at his velcro sneakers. "Come on, Rudy. Let me see those shoes." Another clean pair. After all, the real mess wasn't on the bottom of a shoe, but in the bottom of Rudy's brown-stained briefs. Right after, Jake was also cleared of having dirty footwear, and yet the odor persisted. "You should check their pants, that's where the poo is." The little girl snidely remarked. Their teacher had been hopeful that this wasn't the case, but he'd also realistically considered it as an option. These were still just six year olds after all, and boys that age weren't the most reliable with toileting, especially Rudy... He sighed. "Alright boys, if one of you had an accident, you can just let me know. I won't be mad, accidents happen." "Yeah, they happen to BABIES." Rachel rudely interjected, to which the teacher tried to shush her. Neither boy was about to claim ownership of this embarrassment, and for good reason with the innocent Jake. Rudy wasn't candid either; this may have been his plan, but that hadn't meant he'd suddenly become any less shy about the attention it was about to garner. The teacher sighed once more and instructed the pair that he'd need to check their pants to find the culprit, since neither were admitting to it. He started with Jake, even though he knew it was more likely to be the potty-problem child beside him. Innocent or not, Jake blushed a bright red as his own superhero briefs got inspected in front of his class, like he was some preschool toddler! "...Rudy, is there something you want to tell me?" The man snapped Jake's waistband back into place and looked down at the clear culprit. "...N-no.." He meekly replied, trying to keep his backside away from the teacher's view. Doing so ended up presenting the lump-laden tights to Rachel though, who was already annoyed at how long this was taking. "He pooped himself! I can *see* it, Mr. Simmons!" Besides the bumpy topography, the big tip-off was the discoloration of the fabric, from when Rudy had sat down in his mudpie. Seeing as things had already gone beyond the point of no return, Rudy let the dam burst on his aching bladder, and he felt warmth begin to rapidly spread down his legs. Rudy had left more than a puddle on that stage. His dignity had been left behind, and so had any chance of him wearing the soiled pilgrim costume. The play was tomorrow, and Rudy's infantile antics had disqualified him from his selected role. But that didn't mean he was out. Au contraire! It just meant he'd be experiencing the 'First Thanksgiving' from the other side of the aisle. His teacher hadn't been lying about the sorry state of any reserve costumes, but after discussing the matter with Rudy's agitated parents, a solution had been cobbled together from the incomplete indigenous costume still left. He'd still had a feathered headband, he'd still have lines of paint on his cheeks, and a frilled vest, but in lieu of matching frilled pants, he'd only have the tribal loincloth that was supposed to accompany them. That wouldn't have been a problem if he wasn't being punished by his upset mother; he could have at least had shorts or underpants on underneath such a thing, but not after the sorry way he'd ruined his pilgrim pants. No, instead, he'd be sporting protection once more. More than that, with how thorough his potty failure had been, the padding that he'd been given was even less dignified than usual; he wouldn't be wearing a Pull-Up or anything like that, no, he was put in a full-blown pair of Huggies. The loincloth covered both sides and draped just barely far enough down to hide the Huggies, but any serious amount of motion was going to disrupt that. His classmates had discovered them almost immediately. After noticing his bare legs, and since the cloth only has an elastic band that joined the two sides (leaving the white, wrinkly sides of his diaper totally exposed) it had only taken the still peeved Jake a quick flip of the backend to find the Mickey Mouse garment underneath. Everyone got their laughter in before the curtain came up, but nobody was particularly shocked by the development. They'd watched their classmate wet and poop in his pants the day before, so a diaper was a natural enough consequence. Rudy would be sure to be hearing about this for some time to come. The play finally started, and Rudy's nerves were completely unraveling as it got closer to the part where he would join the class on stage. He'd already piddled intermittently in his puffy pants, causing the garment to sag slightly, but once he was on stage for real, his fear would be fully realized and his diaper fully utilized. The time came, and one of his classmates pushed him out onto stage after Rudy missed his cue. The blond stumbled onto the forefront and was looking down the Barrel of dozens of parents and grandparents sitting before him. "U-uhhh-ummm...T-this day, w-we should show our thanks and...umm.." He couldn't remember his line. Everything was waiting on him to deliver a single sentence, and he couldn't fully remember how it went. The auditorium was quiet and then that awkward silence was broken by a loud, juicy fart that heartily reverberated throughout the back of his cushy Huggies. That wasn't the end of it though, oh no, that was merely the announcement of the massive 'cornucopia' the first grader was manifesting. His scrawny legs shook, his eyes filled with tears, and instead of stuffing a turkey this Thanksgiving, he was stuffing his diaper with a veritable mound of mostly solid droppings. The crinkly diaper sagged before everyone's eyes, dipping below the loincloth and giving a clear view of what infantile garb the first grader was clad in and the Sesame Street prints that adorned it. There was again laughter, mostly from his peers, and Rachel, dressed as a pilgrim, shouted: "That's not a very good way to show thanks!" The curtain would drop to spare the student any more shame, but not before Rudy finished dropping dirty bombs in his pants. Something told him that this wouldn't be cut out of the tape that the school sold parents of the play, this would be an immortalized moment.