Tale #19: Scout's Dishonor (Picture)

Tale #19: Scout's Dishonor (Part 1) (Content Tags: Teddy series, messy diapers, humiliation, spanking over messy diaper, mind control, mental regression, supernatural toy) Down the creaking stairs, bashful little feet padding down the carpet, and the unmistakable sound of a poopy diaper in perambulating transit. It was typical by now, but this a poor time for it; the little boy had spent so much time getting ready, that his mom would probably be furious about this extra delay. The alternative was going into his scout meeting with a dirty diaper though; that stench would be quick to pin down too, meaning everyone would discover his little secret before he had a chance at any comfort or dignity. His older brother was on the couch watching TV. Mark didn't do scouts, because he thought the whole idea was dorky, and it was just another thing that he liked to tease Liam about. Mark looked up as Liam came into view and he let out a chuckle. "Lookin' slick there, baby bro. I'm surprised you could get your uniform on over your big dumb diaper." Liam bit his lip and looked down, still cradling Teddy close his chest. "Y-yeah, have you seen mom?" Mark raised an eyebrow and then wrinkled his nose as the putrid plumes made their way to his nostrils. "Ugh...You seriously crap your pants again? Didn't mom just change you, like, an hour ago?" Liam blushed and nodded, fidgeting from foot to foot, his long socks still bereft of shoes due to this little setback. "...I need her to change me before we go..." He meekly answered. Mark looked disgusted and rolled his eyes at the twerp. "Geeze...I can't believe how much of a little wuss you are.." The older boy cupped his hands to his mouth, and without leaving the couch, shouted out: "MOM! LIAM POOPED AGAIN AND NEEDS HIS STINKY BUTT CHANGED!" There went Liam's plan at approaching this with diplomacy. A little subtlety and gentleness would have gone a long way to make this whole process less jagged then he could assume it would be. His mom would already be mad that he'd taken so long, and now they'd have to take even longer due to his lack of potty compliance. His mother stormed into the living room with an angry look on her face. She'd finished getting ready some time ago, and had been having to wait on her slow son ever since. She eyeballed the sheepish looking scout and made her way toward him, while Mark just grinned and enjoyed the show. "Liam! We're already running late and I just changed you a little while ago! You couldn't have at least *tried* to use the potty like a big boy?" "Well, I was gettin' dressed, an' Teddy.." The blond began, before the woman cut him off. "It's like you're not even trying! Are you paying attention at all to those pottytraining tapes that we have you watch?" More snickering from the bemused Mark and more smouldering cherry cheeks from the belittled Liam. "...I'm sorry, Mommy. I'll try harder.." He ended up mewling as the woman grabbed his shoulder and used her other hand to stretch out the back of his shorts and of his fuming diaper. She sighed at the sight that greeted her, and took her younger son by the hand. "You keep saying you'll try harder, but I'm not seeing it. I think you need some motivation, young man." Liam didn't like the sound of that, and his fears were soon confirmed when she was sitting on the couch near Mark and hoisting the boy over her knee. He didn't get punished in such an infantile way very often, but it was tended to be effective at making him regret whatever he'd done. This one wouldn't hurt physically, since he had all the cushion of his diaper and the mush that filled it, but it'd be a blow to his fragile pride. His brother tried to seem as though he was still focused on the TV, meanwhile he barely contained his snickering as he caught Liam's shame out of the corner of his eye. Each resounding smack was a amalgamation of the sound of something plastic and crinkly, with the sickening squishes and squelches of the load getting pummeled against his rump. Liam was nearly in tears from the shame of it, in such a compromising position, while Teddy sat nearby with his judging eyes. Suddenly, perhaps captivated by those very eyes, Liam began to push. The boy tensed up over her knee and puffed out his cheeks. Before her next swat could land, the back of his tormented diaper began to bulge back out with a fast and wet crackling. "Hnnngh...!" The red-faced boy grunted softly as his strained efforts brought forth a mighty messy glacier. It almost looked like an infantile defense mechanism, as if he was trying to protect his bottom by making a bigger 'barrier'. "Liam!" His mother fussed, her hand stopping as she spotted that the boy was pooping himself again. She fumed until the boy finished his dirty deed, and then let out an exasperated sigh. " Well, at least you finished before I changed you into a fresh diaper..." She muttered, trying to spin this in some positive way. "Because then you'd be going to scouts in poopy pants." She looked over to her older son, who could no longer hold back his laughter at his brother's shameful display. It was pure comedy gold! "Mark, I need you to go get your brother a clean diapee, and the wipes and powder. I'm going to need your help so that we aren't late." That laughter came to a quick end, "Eww! B-but mom...!" The larger boy whined, sticking out his tongue in disgusted protest. "I don't wanna change Liam's stinky butt! Liam grimaced quietly, feeling the enlarged pile in his seat settling with the newfound cargo. This wasn't the best way to be starting his return to scouts.