Tale #21: Hare-Brained and Helpless

Tale #21: Hare-Brained and Helpless (A sequel to 'Ensnared by a Hare') (Content Tags: Messy training pants, cloth trainers, humiliation, hypnosis, cursed toy, stuffed bunny, thumbsucking and infantile behavior) Bailey still couldn't believe what he'd done in his pajamas, and his twin sister wasn't going to let him forget it either. The shame of it all, to be caught bending over his bed and making a 'basket' full of 'chocolate eggs' in his nighttime 'undies'. She already never let go the fact that he was a bedwetter and an occasional pants-piddler, but now pooping too? His parents sure hadn't been happy about it either. They knew he was soft and a bit of a late bloomer, but soiling himself? That was a step too far for even them. They'd at least asked if he was feeling alright, and he'd only lamely been able to respond that it was an 'accident'. He struggled remembering exactly why he'd done it in the first place; the details were hazy at best, and the extent of his memory was that he'd been snuggling his new stuffed bunny, and then his sister had been yelling about him messing himself. Other than that, he only had a vague notion that he'd been trying to look 'cute'. It was no secret that Bailey veered into that aesthetic, both intentionally and unintentionally, but why would he think that doing *that* would add appeal to his 'cute' factor? He supposed babies were cute, but he was no baby! The slick thumb in his mouth, bobbing up and down, said otherwise. He'd been doing it all day, since that morning; just catching himself sucking on his thumb at odd moments. Maybe it was just a nervous resurgence? This morning *had* been pretty humiliating, so some extra need of comfort made sense... It was probably the same reason that he'd tied Mr. Bun-Bun to his backpack before school today. Bringing stuffed animals to school wasn't really a novelty for Bailey, so his classmates didn't even flinch at the sight of the juvenile stuffed rabbit. The thumbsucking *was* new though, and it deserved a certain level of derision from his peers. "Geeze, Bailey. Bad enough that you dress like a Kindergartner and drag around toys, but you gotta suck your thumb too?" "Yeah, what's up with that, 'Bunny Bunson'?" "No, no, '*Baby Bailey*'! What's next, gonna start wearing diapers and drinking from a bottle?" The white haired boy looked anxiously between his one-upping classmates. He popped the thumb out his mouth and wiped it on his shortalls. "N-no! I, uh, just...I was..." His mind raced for a response. "...Eatin' that powder candy! I-I jus' ran outta the sticks, so I had'ta put it on my thumb is all.." The vicious little boys shared a skeptical look between eachother. One of them turned back to Bailey, "Oh yeah? What, the flavor just stayed for like, ten minutes?" Bailey blinked. Had he been sucking his thumb that long? He hadn't really noticed, though then again, he hadn't been the most 'present' today. He was saved from having to further defend himself once the teacher butted in to break up their classroom chatter. Bailey decided to focus on being vigilant for the rest of class; he kept his hands busy and his mind fixated on keeping his thumb from going anywhere near his lips. The mindfulness seemed to do the trick, as he kept from partaking in the infantile habit any further until the end of the lesson. Next came lunch, and Bailey went to find a secluded place to sit in the cafeteria. He had friends that he'd usually sit with, but he felt like he needed some time alone to process the anatomy of his day thus far. He opened his adorable little lunch box and began to empty its contents neatly onto the lunch table. Milk, PB&J, Dunkaroos, and some baby carrots. His mom really knew how to spoil him. He set his bunny on the seat next to him, mostly to avoid anyone from situating themselves next to him. "You having a good day at school, baby bunny?" Bailey blinked and turned his head to Mr. Bun-Bun. How could he have forgotten? His favorite new toy could actually talk! That was the missing part of his memory from this morning! How silly of him to not remember something as simple as that... "Yeah, I guess...I kinda got teased earlier though, for suckin' on my thumb in class." Bailey replied nonchalantly, as if his eldritch abomination of a plush was just another friend to chat with. "Babies are so cute when they get teased! They get all blushy and squirmy. Don't you think so, Bailey?" The bunny coyly replied. "Huh? I mean, yeah, I guess that's true...And babies suck their thumb too..." He pondered. "That's right! And you're a big cute baby, aren't you?" The toy didn't wait for a response before adding: "You wanna share some of those carrots?" Bailey smiled and turned in his stool to face the rabbit more fully. He grabbed a baby carrot and proceeded to pretend to feed his stuffed animal, like he'd just turned five instead of ten. His sickeningly saccharine baby talk to the rabbit, and his energetic gestures as he prodded the carrot against the bunny's mouth, was enough to provoke attention in all the worst ways. "Baby Bailey strikes again! Trying to feed your imaginary friend?" One of the boys from earlier in class snickered, having approached with his other friend from earlier. "That sure looks like a tasty lunch! Your mommy even cut off the crust on your sandwich for you. And Dunkaroos? Only kids still eatin' those are crappin' in their 'Huggaroos'!" The other boy sneered, cackling mercilessly at his own joke. Bailey shrank back in his seat, looking terrified of the confrontation. Why couldn't these meanies just leave him alone? He stopped pushing the carrot against the rabbit's mouth and instead took a bashful bite of it for himself. "U-ummm...uhh.." "Leave Bailey alone, you bullies! Or do I need to go get the teacher?" His rescue came in the form of a trio of girls from his class, who had also taken notice of the boy's infantile behavior; unlike their male counterparts, they found it endearing. The boys huffed and rolled their eyes, but the stood down and walked away, "Fine. Later, 'Baby Bailey'." The white haired lad looked up with a weak smile, "T-thanks..." His mind was still somewhat warped from the bunny, so he existed in a halfway state between lucidity and the dazed state he'd just been in. "I was jus' tryin' to share my lunch with Mr. Bun-Bun. He really likes carrots." The girls exchanged looks and let out a collective 'awww!' At the disgustingly adorable sight. They planted themselves at the table next to Bailey, and one of them spoke up: "That's okay, Bailey. You can go ahead and feed your bunny!" The boy smiled more fully and resumed his activity, while the girls quietly whispered among themselves. "Hey, Bailey. Aren't *you* going to eat?" One of them asked, picking up one of the carrot sticks and waving it gently in front of the boy's mouth. As if perfectly reading what they were fishing for, Bailey opened his mouth, to let himself be fed in the same way he was feeding his 'dolly'. The girls giggled and began to fawn over their willing 'baby', feeding him his lunch by hand, as if he really was an infant. "Wow, you're a lot less gross than all the other boys in our grade." "...A lot nicer than your sister too!" "Do you want to play with us at recess? You can bring your bunny!" Lunch went by in such a blissful fog that by the time it had ended, he had no earthly idea what all he'd agreed to. What he did know, when the bell rang, was that the gaggle of girls were leading him by the hand to go out onto the playground for recess. The other boys would go off to play kickball, or to horseplay where the teachers couldn't see them, but Bailey was going to go play 'house' with his newly acquired 'friends'. Roles started to get handed out and Bailey suggested that Mr. Bun-Bun could be the baby. One of the girls shook their head, "Don't you remember, Bailey? You said that *you* would play the baby!" Had he agreed to that? It was kind of hard to remember. He must have been distracted by his delectable lunch! "Oh, umm, well, shouldn't I be the husband or somethin'? I *am* the only boy." "Its not the middle ages, Bailey! Katie can play the husband, or I can just be a single mom and these are my friends." Bailey frowned and clutched his stuffed animal tighter against his chest; he liked being cute, and he was in no hurry to grow up, but to play the baby seemed like it'd hit pretty close to home right now. He wanted to decline, but with his bunny closer to him, he instead began to feel good about his role; almost excited, even! He meekly nodded his head and put his thumb in his mouth, causing his temporary caretakers to gush at the sight. Bailey made a convincing baby. He was already good for the part before, but now he was absolutely killing it. He crawled, he babbled, he giggled, the whole nine yards! But the touchdown zone was fast approaching, and Mr. Bun-Bun intended to make Bailey spike the ball with the ultimate in method acting. The boy was happily sucking his thumb, legs splayed out in the dirt while the girls were pretending to talk about their imaginary day jobs. He began to hear his precious rabbit speak to him once more: "You're doing a really good job, baby bunny! But you're not doing good *enough*. Babies need diaper checks! And for that, you need to give them a reason to check you! You don't want to let them down after they've been so nice to you, right?" Mr. Bun-Bun brought up a compelling argument! What was playing baby without focus on the most symbolically important part? As luck would have it, lunch had been more than enough to start passing the buck lower in his bowels. His thumb began to bob more rapidly and he began to lean forward where he was sitting. All vestiges of his common sense had fled at the moment, leaving only the absolute grip of his treacherous toy. He lifted his rump off the ground, the seat of his shortalls dusty from the dirt below, and he began to grunt softly. "...I think Bailey's almost ready for pottytraining now, they grow up so fast!" "Uh, Lindsey, I think you might have spoken too soon.." His exaggerated expression and posture made the girls think he was just continuing to dutifully play his part, so they laughed at the shameless sight. "Well, I guess boys *do* take a lot longer to train than girls." Bailey was focused on the prize here, so their idle commentary completely eluded him. He was pushing harder and harder, but then one of the girls reached out and gently snagged his stuffed animal away from him. "You can play with your friend later, Bailey. We need to check your 'diapee'!" It was like the bond had immediately been severed, and Bailey was left with confusion as he couldn't stop himself from heaving a large solid steamer out into his training briefs with a powerful blast of gas. His eyes widened, and all of his exaggerated mannerisms fled him, all while the immense turd snaked its way out and coiled up in the bulky backside of his babypants. The girls took notice of his shift in demeanor, and of course the noisy rumbling from his seat, and it was all too obvious to them what had happened. From their perspective, Bailey had pushed too hard while pretending, and that'd resulted in an 'unfortunate accident' in his shortalls. Tears were quickly welling up in his eyes and he was already beginning to pitifully sniffle. One of the girls casually circled around him and gawked when she saw the prominent bulge in back. "Umm...Bailey really pooped." The girls seemed torn. It was funny, cute, gross, and embarrassing all at once. So one stifled her giggles, while another pinched her nose and groaned. "Bailey! I know we're playing house, but you didn't have to take it *that* far!" "I think he was just acting too good and got carried away..." "Should we take him to the nurse?" "Well, maybe we should see just how bad the damage is..." Bailey's arguments were meek and drowned out by his juvenile sobs, so he had little real rebuttal in getting led to underneath one of the playsets, where there could be more privacy. "Calm down, here, take your bunny back. We just want to make sure you can't just stop in the boy's room to clean up.." With Mr. Bun-Bun back in his arms, he seemed to settle, and his thumb again found its way into his mouth to maximize his comfort. One of the girls reached over and began to unbuckle his shortalls, letting them drop to his ankles, and revealing the cartoon printed training pants he had on. "...Is that what boy underwear looks like? Its so...Babyish." She reached out to prod at the back, "Why's it so thick? Boys really do mature a lot slower than girls..." "I dunno, I have a little brother, and his underpants do *look* a lot like this, but they're not all thick like a diaper!" They examined the back, one actually being brave enough to peel open the waistband and peek inside. " ..Yuck! Yeah, that's a really big one...I think we need to take him to the nurse. Maybe she'll know why he's got such weird undies too!" Bailey was still sniffling and sucking his thumb as the girls got his shortalls pulled back up and into place. They gave him a comforting pat on the head and began to lead him off to the teacher, to let her know that they needed to escort him to the nurse due to a little mishap. The day was only halfway through and Bailey had already managed to dig his hole deeper. No doubt he'd be getting a call home about this, or at the very least a note.