Tale #12: If You're Going to Poop Your Pants...(Part 1)

Tale #12: If You're Going to Poop Your Pants...(Part 1) (Content Tags: Slice-of-life, more realistic tone, domestic setting, pantspooping, punishment and chastising, humiliation, young protagonist) She dangled the sagging briefs in front of him, pinching the red waistband and part of the lower fabric between her thumb and pointer finger, as if the offending object was actually a dirtied diaper. "That's the fourth time this week, Jayden! The fourth time! And its only Friday!" A bright red came to the boy's face at the point she was badgering him with. The young blond couldn't argue the numbers with his aunt, because she was absolutely right about how much of a problem this had become. Four times within five days where he'd unloaded in his pants like a pitiful little preschool toddler. "I shouldn't have to be changing a nine year old the same way I change my three year old! Are you a baby too? Should I be putting you in diapers like Stevie?" Jayden hung his head in shame, unable to keep looking at the lump-laden pair of cartoon printed underoos that she was accosting him with and certainly being unable to look the irate woman in the eyes. "N-nooo..." He softly whined, stung by the embarrassment of the comparison and by the question of what undergarments he should be situated in. "It's bad enough that you're still wetting the bed, but you have to poop in your pants too? Look at me when I'm asking you a question! Why are you pooping in your underwear?" That wasn't something that Jayden even fully understood himself. He got so absorbed in his activities, that by the time he realized he needed to use the bathroom, it was too late to prevent a pantload. Sometimes it also led to late realizations that he'd made a wet spot in front too, but his Aunt probably thought the persistent yellow stains could be attributed to his nighttime accidents. "I--I dunno...It just happens.." He meekly mewled, just barely lifting his face to meet her penetrating gaze. That had not been the answer that she was looking for, and her reaction to such a lame, vague response wasn't at all positive. The woman narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on the sagging, brown-stained underpants; she shook them more aggressively in front of his face, "You 'don't know'? It just *happens*?! Do I need to stick your nose in it like a dog?!" The boy tried to shrink back as the load got a little too close to his nose, bringing with it the fumes of his disgrace. His judge regained some composure and retracted her hand, though still scowling at her quaking defendant. "...Or do I just need to put you back in diapers like Stevie?" That prospect actually sounded even *worse* than having to bury his nose against his stinky undies and he began to shake his head. "N-noo! I don't need diapers! I won't do it again, really!" It wasn't a promise that he could keep, but he was desperate to avoid what sounded like the ultimate degradation of his maturity. She appeared completely unconvinced of his pledge, putting one hand on her hip. "Oh? You won't make it five times in a week instead of just four? And what about your bedwetting?" That was a tough one within itself. Jayden didn't wet the bed *every* night, but it was frequent enough that he'd given gifted the shameful rubber sheets as a result of his leakage. His cousins hadn't been very nice about that particular quirk either, especially his current 'roommate' Dylan. It wasn't hard to see why, since Jayden kept their shared room, the one that Jayden was 'intruding' in on, smelling faintly of urine. "I-I'll keep my bed dry, Aunt Mary! J-just gimme a chance!" If he couldn't actually promise clean undies every day, then he definitely couldn't actually promise a dry bed every morning; it was a fool's errand. The woman rose an eyebrow. She was definitely tired of doing laundry, and she had an old fashioned attitude when it came to even something as 'normal' as bedwetting; while in reality, it wasn't something that the boy could hope to control, she was still blaming him as if he was actively doing it by choice. "This is your last chance, Jayden. Next time you go in your pants, you won't just be getting a spanking and a lecture. Don't think that you're too big for me to find you some diapers that fit." Her nephew blushed again, one hand rubbing at his pinkened rear, from the 'discipline' that'd come right after getting cleaned up. He didn't want to believe that she could really find diapers big enough for him, but he couldn't just take it as an empty threat either. "Y-yes ma'am..." She gave him one final pointed look, before she hung out her hand to give him the loaded briefs that she'd been using as a prop for her strong words. He looked at the garment blanky for a moment, before reaching out to take the hand-off. "Go throw these in the trash. There's no point in trying to wash them. You already have enough pairs with skidmarks as it is." She wasn't wrong about that. No current pair had gone unstained by his precarious potty problems; all his cartoon printed underoos were yellowed in the front and brown in the back, which within itself was something that his cousins had teased him over. He took the hefty britches in hand and began to trot out of the room, feeling shame wash over him again from being forced to play courier to such a publicly putrid parcel. As he turned into the living room, he saw his younger cousin Stevie was squatting in front of the TV; it was a cruel coincidence to walk in on, where the toddler was grunting and pretty blatantly pushing out a big load into his Huggies. The tot cocked his head and saw his older cousin watching, though his eyes were quick to settle on the lumpy briefs being carried out. "Hi Jay-Jay! You go poopie too?" Jayden didn't respond, too humiliated by having to see the contrast put into reality, and instead he just softly groaned and made a hasty exit to toss the undies in the outside trash. If he wasn't more careful, then he'd be getting compared to Stevie a whole lot more in the near future.