Story #54: Unwanted Precedence

Story #54: Unwanted Precedence (Part 3 to 'Unwanted Presents') (Content Tags: Humiliation, Messy Diapers, Diaper Sniffing, Bullying, Diapered Facesitting, Forced Messing.) Peter hadn't slept very well that first night. Comfort hadn't been a luxury he was afforded, with Billy's diaper getting intermittently loaded and gas-bombed all night. The only thing that Peter could take some small sliver of solace in was that the younger boy probably wouldn't be toilet-trained anytime soon if he was still pooping the bed so heavily. Well, that would have been a solace at some point, but perhaps not now. Billy wasn't some tot he could just mock and push around for being a poopy diaper baby; so moving onto underpants would have actually been some sort of blessing, at least for Peter's poor nose. To make matters worse, being locked into such a cramped position and with the toddler bars up, he'd had no choice but to soak himself in the middle of the night and fall asleep in a soggy diaper. So much for curtailing the conception that he was a bedwetter... That was an unfortunate precedent that had been set. Enough wet mornings, courtesy of his bully's demands, and now everyone thought it was something he was actually suffering from. He was now a 'bedwetter' without ever actually having such an unconscious accident. His dreams, or really his nightmares, were full of anxiety once he finally did fall asleep. He dreamt that Billy was much, much bigger than him, and that the gross lad had chased him down to plop his gigantic padded rump down on him, and of course a rude cacophony of squishies had soon followed. "SMELL! MY! **POOP**!" The giant brat had thundered, Peter's mind pulling the soundbite from the first time Billy had dominated him with his dirty diaper. That particular reel had seen some concerning play in these fevered panic dreams he'd been having; not just because of how gross it'd been, or how humiliating, but because it'd been the first time that Peter had found himself getting pushed around by someone stronger than him. His place on the food chain had been altered; his power supplanted by a preschooler with poopy Pampers. Perhaps then it was fitting, that it wasn't sun poking in through the window or the gentle shakes of a grownup that woke him up. It was Billy, totally unapologetically, bouncing his squishy bottom up and down on the older boy's head. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" He cruelly giggled, to which Peter very quickly did. "U-ugh, get off, I'm up!" Peter groggily spat, putting his hands up over his face to protect himself. Billy stopped his shenanigans and smiled, squatting down to prod at the swollen front of Peter's borrowed diaper. "Good! Looks like you already went pee-pee a lot, but you gotta poopie too. Then you gotta pretend you're still asleep, before mommy and daddy come in here." The casual casting of the demeaning demand wasn't a surprise by this point, but it was still an obnoxious slight against him. Billy had already made Peter pretend to wet his bed, and to poop his pants, so pooping the bed was yet another escalation down that degrading road to destruction. The way things were going, Peter wasn't thinking his chances were great to escape the orbit of Billy's diapers during this week with him; either in wearing them, or being forced to sniff them. He clenched his fists, wondering if maybe he actually had a shot at saying 'no' to one of these ludicrous commands. The space in this glorified crib was too small, so he'd probably end up underneath Billy if he tried right now. He'd have to reconsider retaliation until later... "Well? Hurry up! Or do you gotta get a closer whiff of one to know how to make a poopy diapee?" Billy narrowed his eyes, icy pools of blue that struck terror throughout the wimpy older boy. "O-okay.." Peter muttered, carefully standing up, his legs already bowed from the sagging, yellowed Pampers. Peter began to push, while his hands gripped the railing of the bed for support; his knees knocked and then began pressing against the bars as well, while his puffy rump jutted out behind him. He could feel the younger boy's eyes on him, bursting at the seams with a smug sense of self-satisfaction and the daily confirmation of total superiority. Juicy trumpet notes inundated the crinkly seat and Peter's morning BM began its sluggish descent, like a mighty glacier crashing into the cushioned confines of the fluffy garment. Billy was watching every moment of the lump forming, the creases of the diaper filling out and the wide seat expanding outward with a rustle at the oncoming collision from the poop-train. "That's a good baby! You really hadta go!" Peter scowled, his temperament a tempest in a teapot, only thinly veiled by the façade of gleeful servitude that'd been foisted upon him under threat of 'poo-sniffing'. If he wanted to avoid getting stuck under the fuming biohazard site that was Billy's diaper, then he just had to grin and bear it. With a final noisy combination of a grunt and a fart, Peter was able to pinch the log loose with a shake of his derriere, allowing the hefty solid to successfully drop its entire weight into the bottom of his now dirty diaper. He let out a sigh of relief and awkwardly tilted his head back at Billy, who was now giving the large lump a ginger squeeze. "Satisfied?" "...Yeah, for now. Good job on followin' orders...Now sit down on it and squish it all around. Then we gotta pretend to go back to sleep, before mommy and daddy come in." Peter groaned and dropped onto his rear, far past the slow and cautious lowering that he would have preferred when this had first started. If he wasn't fast enough, then Billy would have just pushed him over anyways, and then probably yelled at him for good measure. The fresh pantload smeared and oozed all across his bottom with a resounding **SQUELCH!**. Then, as ordered, he did his best to return to a 'sleeping' position to wait to instead get yelled at by adults for pooping the bed in his sleep. It really was setting a bad precedent, which he knew must be Billy's overall plan. Each drop lower on the maturity ladder was setting a new standard with how people thought he acted, and thus how he should be treated. Pooping the bed was a line that really exhibited a lack of personal control, it was one of the first steps of toilet training! If he'd be seen as having regressed that far in his capabilities of a big boy, then the loss of more privileges were right across the horizon. Diapers would become absolutely required at night for the foreseeable future, and it'd only shine a brighter light on his daytime needs too, as artificial as they were. It would also mean that this 'crib' would remain his nocturnal tomb for the duration of his stay. If both boys were making big messes in their pants overnight, then there was little to no chance that Peter could get himself split away from the 'stink zone'. It'd also erase any pity that they might have had that he had to wake up to such an odor with Billy for a bedmate. The door to Billy's room eventually opened up, and the boy's mother had come to wake the pair up for breakfast. "Shoo-wee! Its so stinky in here!" She teased, pinching her nose for emphasis as she lowered the toddler bars of the bed and reached over to gently shake Billy. "We better get you changed pronto, kiddo! That thing looks like its about to burst!" She added, while Billy sat up and made an act over yawning and rubbing at his eyes. "..And we better check and see if you're wet, Peter, with those little nighttime accidents you've been having..." She now reached over to nudge Peter's shoulder, and he too began the process of pretending to wake up, though he really wished he could just sleep this awful situation away. Peter pulled the blanket off of himself, revealing to the woman that the front of his diaper was indeed swollen and stained with the shame of an immature bladder. She clicked her tongue and casually slipped a finger into the leg gathers, seeming to be finding out just how soggy he was. "Okay, you'll be second in line for a change, Mr. Leaky-Faucet, right after I'm finished with Billy." Peter nodded, not being in any particular hurry for her to discover what else he'd done in his pants. He just blushed and fidgeted awkwardly in place while she carried Billy off to his changing table to freshen him up. The once smoldering pile in his seat was now starting to cool, simply leaving a sticky, uncomfortable mound of disappointment. Billy had oscillated back to his angelic act, further cementing that he'd never see blame for Peter's destruction; he was just a happy, giggling tot! He was a golden child, incapable of evil, while Peter was seen as the naughty, jealous, troublemaking bully. Billy soon got placed off the table and his nighttime diaper, which Peter had gotten far more acquainted with than he could have ever wanted, got tossed in the diaper pail with a heavy, squishy thud. Peter was still waiting on the bed, expecting his own change would be a little more dignified. He was wrong on that count. "Come on up, bucko. Let's get you into something a little drier." She patted the changing table, looking at him with the expectation that he'd parade himself over for a diapee change like a real toddler. "But...Isn't that, um, more for...Babies?" "It's for anyone that needs their butt changed into a new diaper, and from where I'm standing, that looks like you. Now come on, your dad is making breakfast." Peter slid out of the bed and bashfully began the waddle of shame up to the changing table. Billy was just smiling at him with that look on his face that betrayed anticipation of the show to come. "..Can I at least get some privacy?" He quietly asked, which only resulted in a dismissive scoff from the woman. "Don't be silly. You're both in diapers right now, there's nothing you need to feel embarrassed about...Well, at least in front of Billy at least." She said while plucking him off the ground by his armpits and sitting him down on the table. "Now lie down." Peter relented, begrudgingly, and lowered onto his back, his knees remaining erect and his feet planted flat onto the shiny cushion of the changing table. There was no stopping it now. From this position, the added 'weight' his diaper looked to have should have been a more obvious indication, but she still hadn't realized it. "Now, Peter, with the accidents you've been having, your father and I think you should wear diapers for a few more days. Until you can prove to us that you can use the potty like a big boy, okay?" She reached down and started to untape the diaper. One tape, then the other, and then the front of the diaper went down and... "You pooped in it too?! When did this happen?" She sounded surprised, and a little irritated, but her first thought was to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't unlatch the toddler bars on the bed? Peter tilted his head to look at Billy. The tot was giving him as stern a look as a toddler could muster. Peter had to give the answer he was expected to give, or else. "I-I just woke up like this...I don't know why it happened, I was asleep. It was an accident.." The precedent was set: Peter was officially a bedmesser too. Just another calculated move, courtesy of the clever Billy.