Story #59: In Fear Of (Part 1)

Story #59: In Fear Of (A sequel to 'In Spite Of') (Content Tags: Humiliation, diapers, messy accidents, big brother/little brother) His older brother hadn't been bluffing about what he'd said. He obviously knew that Timmy had messed his nighttime diaper as a way to spite him, and Timmy pretty much knew that he knew, but they were playing a proverbial game of chicken here. As planned, he'd made the snarky teen change a dirty diaper instead of just a soggy one, and he'd soaked in the disgust on his brother's face. It'd at least partially been worth the embarrassment and discomfort of crapping himself like a baby, though the victory wasn't as sweet as he would have liked, and his brother kept bringing up the fact that more than his diaper would change if this was a genuine accident. Timmy hadn't been willing to admit it was on purpose, since he felt he was already in too deep with it, and so his brother had actually made good on his word and went to discuss the matter with their mother. Once that was out in the open, Timmy had to answer for it, in one way or another. She'd been patient enough with his bedwetting, since while he was reaching more and more into the outlier status, he was still suffering a developmentally normal ailment for his age. Pooping in his diaper overnight was more than she could really look past though. The woman had asked him about it, later that afternoon after he'd gotten home from school, and she'd even attempted to give him an out by asking if he was feeling under the weather, even though from her eldest son's account, his 'accident' hadn't been some case of getting the runs, but had been large and firm. Timmy should have just agreed that he felt sick, but he didn't want to miss his first trip to a 'Haunted House', especially after he'd already bought tickets! So he just characterized it as an accident that wasn't brought on by anything abnormal. It was just something that had happened without any underlying circumstances to justify it. That'd been a mistake, as he quickly found out. Not only were the diapers to remain a part of his nighttime apparel, but she said that she wanted him to wear some of his previous Goodnites during the day for a while, until it could be certain that he wouldn't have any incidents. Timmy of course pointed out that it'd happened in his sleep, not during the day, but she'd rebutted that a nighttime messy accident was significantly worse than just wetting the bed, and that it could be a sign that there was something more afoot here. A part of him wanted to come clean about it being intentional, but that'd just be a whole other can of worms. Eric would be waiting outside the room for him, a sly smile on his face, as subtle as it was. He'd already talked to their mother before this, so he was already perfectly privy to what Timmy would be dealing with. As far as he was concerned, he'd play this game with his little brother as long as it took, until the little brat fessed up to his immature idea of a prank. "Am I still taking you to 'Hell House' this weekend with Luke? ...Or do you think that'd be a bad idea in your current condition?" Eric's smile broadened, daring Timmy to push forward. "I don't have a 'condition', it was just one accident." The younger boy grunted, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. "So yeah, we're still gonna go." Eric watched the blond blow right past him, fists balled up and a look like he was holding back frustrated tears from his little talk with mom. He chuckled and followed behind, "...Should I bring a diaper bag? They say that 'Hell House' is *reaaaally* scary this year. I don't want you to get back into my car carrying any 'cargo' down below." Timmy's face burned all the way to the tips of his ears, "I'm not going crap myself at it, I'm not some wussy baby." "You sure about that? I seem to remember someone that needed their nightlight after we watched 'Poltergeist'...Pretty sure you pissed yourself too, or I'm sorry, 'spilled your soda'." The preteen whined childishly, a fuss growing that resembled more a first-grader. "S-Shut up, Eric! That wasn't what happened! And I've watched plenty of scarier movies since that one!" The teen laughed more openly, "Sure thing, squirt. Well, I got some buds that work there for the season, so I'll probably just hang out with them, while you two dweebs can get your thrills. I'll just tell them to let you in without me." The huffy tween seemed to calm at his brother's apparent 'peace offering', but was still ruffled from all the comments. No doubt it'd be better to just go in with his friend, without the looming shadow of his big brother hanging over them. The weekend soon came, and as expected, at least from Timmy's point of view, there'd been no more 'accidents'. His night diapers were simply wet, and the daily Goodnites had remained completely unsoiled. It really was looking like that one messy night was a fluke, right? So he'd begged his mom to let him ditch the Goodnites, explaining how he'd been totally fine, and that it was embarrassing to have to wear them while he was awake. She'd hemmed and hawed about it, but reluctantly had agreed that it seemed the pantload from the other morning was simply a freak occurrence. So Timmy got to return to briefs! And big boy undies had never seemed so sweet. At this point in the chain of events, Eric could have just let things go and considered the three days of daytime trainers to be sufficient punishment, but much like his baby bro, he too was spiteful. Timmy still hadn't admitted his culpability in what he'd done, and Eric would be damned before he let the twerp get away with making him change a poopy diaper. This wouldn't be over until the guilty party came forward and accepted a true punishment. So the teenager brought a diaper bag with him. It wasn't anything conspicuous, not really, just a backpack that happened to carry some changing supplies. He'd also brought a little something to spike Timmy's soda with, not a full-blown laxative, but something that'd make things just a little more active in his bowels. He expected it'd give the nudge needed when Timmy got scared in the 'Hell House'. Luke had planned to meet Timmy there, getting dropped off by his sister, but when the two met at the parking lot, the boy noticed an intruder on their fun. Aaron. He was Luke's annoying little brother, and while it'd usually be fun to harass the runt, it was obvious that he'd make this whole experience a shrill shrieking drag. "Sorry, dude. My parents said I couldn't go unless I brought him with me..." Luke apologized. "Seriously? He's way too little for something like this! He's gonna end up crapping his pants!" Timmy groaned, while Eric was getting his backpack out of the trunk. "I-I don't do that, Timmy! I'm a big kid too, and I can do this just like you guys!" Aaron interjected, so easy to work up. Timmy smirked, "Pfft, sure. Five bucks says you got tootsie rolls in those Paw Patrol undies halfway through." He teased, prodding the smaller boy on his forehead. It was almost a pure reflection of the same conversation he'd had with his own brother, and while Timmy couldn't see that, eavesdropping Eric was rightfully amused. The teen quickly shot a text to his friends in their group chat and pocketed his phone; Timmy had already sucked down the tainted soda on the way here, so step one was complete... "I don't watch Paw Patrol! T-that's a baby show! Luuuuke, make him stop! M'not gonna poop my pants!" Luke laughed and snapped back the waistband on his brother's pants, "I dunno, this *is* something just for big kids. Any baby goin' in there is gonna poop his pants for sure." He looked over at Eric, "...Maybe you could just hang outside with Tim's big bro?" The teenager scoffed, "No dice, I'm hanging with friends, not babysitting any of you twerps...Except Timmy here, I guess." He reached down to ruffle the boy's hair. "Why don't you two go ahead and get a place in line? I need to talk to Timmy about something in private real quick." Luke led his younger sibling away, letting Tim know that he'd text him where they were at. Timmy looked more confused than anything at what his brother could possibly want to talk about. "What's the deal?" He furrowed his brow, irritated he was being delayed. "*This* is the deal..." Eric unzipped the bag and pulled out one of Timmy's nighttime diapers. The younger blond gawked at the sight and swifty batted at the garment. "P-put that away!" Eric lowered it back into the backpack and zipped it up. "You have a decision to make Timmy. You can either go into the spooky house with your big boy pants on, or I can put you in one of these." "And why would I want to wear one of those?!" The tween glared. "Well, with that 'accident' you had the other day, who knows what could happen? And its just like you told Aaron, this isn't a place for little kids...Especially ones that pee and poop in their pajamas." The teen lowered to get closer to Timmy's face, "If you really think you're big, then you can wear your underwear. But if you have an accident, I'm going to tell mom about it, and I don't think you'll be wearing much underwear for a while. If you go inside in a diaper, and have an accident, then I'll just keep it between us." (A fork in the road! Go vote in the poll on Patreon to decide how this story continues! The poll will only last one day, so you'll have to make a quick decision!) Timmy bit his lip and looked away, his brother successfully getting inside his head. He'd been so confident on the ride here, and in the weeks leading up to this moment, but now his head was filling with doubts. What if Eric was right? What if this was a lot scarier than he bargained for? It *was* supposed to be for teenagers... Would it be better to play it safe? If he *did* have a fear-induced accident, then his mom would definitely make him go back to wearing the Goodnites during the day, and he couldn't tolerate any more of that. Besides, it'd be pretty dark inside the house, and probably noisy, so it wasn't like a diaper would be all that obvious. "Well? Better hurry and make up your mind, Timmy." "...F-fine, I'll wear one. But I'm not going to use it! I just don't wanna hear you complain." Eric smirked and gestured towards the backseat of his car, "Whatever you say, baby bro. Let's get you changed real quick." A few minutes later, Timmy was pulling his underoos up over the bulk of his nighttime diaper; the undies hardly concealed the thick garment in any substantial way, instead contouring around the diaper and looking more like a diaper cover, while parts of the crinkly thing could be seen through the legbands. He got his pants back up too, fortunately his hand-me-down jeans were a little on the big side, so the newfound diaper fit underneath just fine. His brother gave him a condescending pat to the crinkly butt to send him on his way, "Don't get too scared, baby bro! Remember what I said, you're not getting back in this car with a stinky butt, so there *will* be an inspection before we leave." Timmy didn't want to talk anymore about this, so he mumbled some vague affirmation and began to run off to go find his place in line with Luke and Aaron. Eric smirked and looked back down at his phone, part two to his plan was going swimmingly, and part three would start very soon: he'd let his friends in on what he was doing, so he'd asked that they try extra hard to target Timmy with scares inside the 'Hell House', and they'd been more than willing to oblige. The little blond found his way to Luke's place in line, all the while tugging down on his jacket in an anxious attempt to make sure his bottom was completely covered. The other boy looked curious, especially with how nervous his friend looked. "So what did Eric want?" "H-huh? Just was asking about uh, if I knew where his, umm, nametag was...For work.." Luke raised an eyebrow, "...Wait, really? That's pretty random to just come up." He didn't say it, but he also thought it was suspicious how much time it'd taken for something that'd only take a second or two to answer. "Yup, but you know what a doofus he is...Anyways, uh, Aaron, you sure you want to go in? It'll be a lot less embarrassing to admit you're scared now, then to get scared and dook in your pants inside."Timmy quickly diverted the conversation. "If you can do it, so can I! I'm not a scaredy-baby like you think I am. I'll even take that bet! Five bucks that I *don't* doodie in my pants, or pee!" Luke laughed and nudged Timmy knowingly, "Hmm, hey Tim, why don't we make it even more exciting, huh? Anyone who gets *that* scared, has to wear diapers for a week! Oh, and they also have to be the loser baby-slave to the winners; that means they have to do *whatever* the winners say and act like a baby." Timmy chuckled nervously and gave a weak nod, "Y-yeah, and uh, they gotta umm.. Use their diaper in front of your older sister, while sucking their thumb." Aaron looked intimidated by the juvenile laundry list of conditions, but he still surprisingly agreed to the whole thing. Timmy felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he had such confidence, but the diaper he already wore told a story of self doubt. The trio talked and joked a little longer to pass the time, and soon they were being ushered into the doors of the Hell House by teenagers with sharky grins. They got read the rules, and then joked that they hoped the boys had brought a spare pair of pants, and then, the doors shut behind the kids. The attraction was complex, and every care had been taken to make it a truly unnerving circumstance, from the atmosphere to the architecture. Distant screams and howls punctuated the musty air, fake blood dripped from the walls, and lights kept flickering on and off in an otherworldly synchronicity. There were arrows directing them on the flow of the house, and the first five minutes really weren't that bad. The foyer was dusty and full of fake cobwebs, and a creepy voice played over the intercom to introduce them to house of horrors. They were first led into the living room, where a grisly 'murder scene' was splayed out across the floor, excessively splattered in crimson and with a TV playing loud static. The bodies, with knives seemingly embedded in their backs, began to creepily rise off the floor to their feet, like ghouls returning for revenge on their killers. It was unsettling, but not all that scary. The next stop was through the kitchen, and the entrance had a sign that said 'Beware the Butcher, be quiet or be dinner.' A large plastic tarp hung from the ceiling, so only the silhouette of a large man with a mask could be seen; he swung around a cleaver against what suspiciously looked like bodies hanging from above. Timmy kept quiet, like the sign had suggested, but he had to admit that he was already feeling more disturbed than he'd thought he would. The trio cautiously passed through and wound up at a strange door that said 'One at a time' and had a yellow light on it. It was Luke's turn to seem uneasy, but mostly at the prospect of having to leave his little brother alone, if even for just a minute. "...I'll go first, then you come next, okay Aaron?" He whispered to the youngest, still keeping his voice low because of the butcher. He opened the door and it looked totally dark on the other side, the door then quickly closed behind him and locked. Timmy exchanged a shocked look with Aaron, and a horrible, evil laugh rang out from a nearby speaker. After another moment, the door clicked and the light on it changed to a green color. "...I uh, guess you're next, Aaron...Unless you want to turn back now. I mean, this is probably your last chance, and I'm sure your undies will thank you..." Mocking the brat did well to distract him from his own fear, but his words just incensed Aaron to showcase his bravery and enter the door without any hesitation. Before he got all the way through the doorway, he turned back and shouted, "...You're the one that's gonna be eatin' those words, Timmy!" The door closed and again locked, which meant Timmy would have to wait a minute for the light to change color again. That shrill volume from Aaron had also reached as far back as the kitchen, evident from the sound of a cleaver starting to drag across the rickety floor boards. "...C-come on, come on..." Timmy whimpered softly, pawing uselessly at the door as the sound got closer and closer. Just as he saw the mountain of a man turn the corner, wearing a pig's severed head, or rather a mask of one, the light changed from green to red. Timmy fumbled for the knob and barreled into the darkness, feeling an odd dribbling warmth against his crotch. It was completely black. A completely black room that was almost claustrophobic in its size, which helped to explain the one person limit. A voice crackled over the intercom: "Scaaaared yet? No, no, not yet...BUT YOU WILL BE!" The voice signed off with a maniacal laugh and a lightbulb above Timmy's head began to flicker, lighting the room up dimly. There was a door on each wall, but only one of them was open, and Timmy couldn't get the other two to even budge. Was he on his own now? Had the Hell House really split his group up? The blond gulped and summoned his courage to press on into the unknown; if they had been split up, then the paths would surely converge again, right? They'd share a good laugh about it! It wasn't like any of this was real anyways...It was just supposed to be fun! The next few rooms really took it up a notch. Things were getting progressively more jarring and far more disturbing; more viscera, more tricks of the environment, and more dedicated actors. It became so realistic, that Timmy wasn't even taking notice of the multiple times that he would have a spurt of warmth in the front of his diaper. Slowly but surely, the boy was pissing himself in terror. Finally, he was led along a path toward a long hall with a door at the end that said 'Exit' on it. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight, thinking that he'd done pretty good, even though he'd been scared out of his mind for the last twenty minutes. (Continued in Part 2, as it was too long to post in one post!)