Story #34: In Spite Of (Picture)

Story #34: In Spite Of (Content Tags: Slice of life, bedwetting, messy diaper.) "Come on, Timmy. Just let me put the stupid thing on you so you can go to bed. I still got homework I need to finish up." "No! I'm not gonna wear a dumb diaper! Its too embarrassing!" "Yeah, it is, but you know what would really be embarrassing? If I told all your dorky little friends that their buddy is still peeing the bed, or that he has to wear diapers at night. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing? Not get your butt on the freakin' bed and stop being a pain in the ass!" Goodnites apparently weren't as absorbent as they advertised. Either that, or this particular fifth grader just happened to be a real super-soaker. Either way, Timmy had leaked one too many times and his mother was tired of washing sheets. The solution? Youth diapers. That meant tapes. It wasn't just a glorified Pull-Up that her little man could feel like a big kid with, but instead was a bulky, noisy, and complex affair that required assistance from someone else. That 'someone else' tonight? That happened to be his big brother Eric: a seventeen year old that had no interest in helping to diaper his little brother after nearly a decade out of practice. Timmy sulked and begrudgingly climbed onto his bed, splaying out across his colorful sheets and slowly beginning to unbutton his shorts. His brother looked down disapprovingly, unsatisfied with how sluggish the preteen was insisting on being. "Jesus, come on. I just told you that I have more important stuff to be doing, and you're being slow on purpose!" Timmy didn't respond, instead just letting out an irate grunt and finally shimmying the shorts down his ankles. As he did the same with his briefs, his brother scoffed and rolled his eyes, "You're lucky that mom doesn't make you wear them during the day too, with how you treat your underwear." The boy's face got pink and he got a look at the unsightly stains he'd left on the undies in question. "S-shut up, Eric! If I have to wear the stupid thing, then just make it quick!" Eric clicked his tongue and began to unfold the bulky garment, "Oh, really? Now you want this to be quick? We could have been done ten minutes ago if you hadn't thrown a giant tantrum about it." Dejected, the younger brother turned his head to the side and folded his arms, not willing to engage in any further discussion about this. Eric was pleased enough to just have the brat be semi-cooperative, even if now he was going all pouty ragdoll about it. The teen slid the diaper underneath Timmy and doused him with puffs of baby powder, before he neatly and tightly taped the front. "Alright puddle-pants, you're all set for bedtime. Just get on some pajamas and brush your teeth; I'll help you change in the morning if mom has to go into work early." Timmy grumbled some choice words, but Eric had already made his way out of the room. The boy sat up and looked down at his new nighttime 'protection'. It was shameful to say the least, and Eric's comments hadn't helped at all. Feeling such malice in his heart, he finished getting ready for bed, all while contemplating how he might get back at his brother for this. He concocted a rather mischievous little scheme and fell asleep with a grin on his face, and his alarm clock set for ten minutes earlier than usual. The dawn of the next day would bring first the obvious, which was that as usual, Timmy had soaked himself in his sleep. Unlike the Goodnites, the diaper had held up just fine, and while heavily saturated, wasn't yet at risk of leaking. If Timmy could have been more emotionally mature or honest with himself, he should have then saw that moving onto diapers was actually a benefit to him. However, Timmy was still a stupid kid with a woefully underdeveloped sense of self-awareness, so the soggy diaper only elicited a sense of further resentment. He first peeked out the window of his bedroom to see if his mom's car was in the driveway or not; as he had hoped, she had indeed left early this morning, which meant he could put his plan into action. "Looks like Eric is the one that's gonna hafta change me then...Too bad there's gonna be a little surprise waiting for him..." Timmy didn't have the rationality to think two steps ahead on this; his only objective was to make his brother suffer for forcing him to wear this thing in the first place, even if it wasn't Eric's call to even make. So, like the petulant child he was, Timmy slid out of bed and squatted beside his bed. Calling upon his scheduled regularity, the brat began to strain and push down on his bowels. This wasn't something he'd done since he was a toddler, so he felt immediately aware of how wrong it seemed, but as the first log dropped into his soggy seat, he knew he couldn't stop now. "Mmmph...We'll see...We'll see how much you like d-diaper d-d-duty after this!" He muttered, his speech broken up by the force of his bodily exertions. He felt another large steamer crash hard into his diaper, and he had to squat further, with his hands balancing on the bed, to fully get it to slide out. Timmy panted a bit, having to take a break in the middle of his mischievous mess; feeling that the back of his diaper was growing cramped, he began to wiggle his padded rump in order to force his 'luggage' to settle throughout the diaper more evenly. With a couple more noisy toots, his diaper was finished being loaded, and the smell was beginning to emanate strongly from it. Timmy wiped the sweat from his brow and gave his clock a glance; he needed to hurry up and get back into bed, so it looked like he was still sleeping! The stinker hastily made a retreat back underneath his blanket and put his head back down on the pillow. As he closed his eyes, he got a more distinctive impression of what a freshly filled diaper felt like. It wasn't necessarily as awful as he thought it might be, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either, and the deeply ingrained social stigma stung. While pretending to still be asleep, Timmy heard the door to his bedroom open, and his older brother beginning to walk inside. "Alright, Puddles...Time to wake up and get that water balloon off of ya." Timmy heard him approach closer and suddenly stop, probably getting a faint whiff of what he'd done just minutes prior. The teen was under the assumption it must just be gas...After all, his brother might be a bedwetting baby, but he didn't poop the bed! ...Right? "..Come on, you're going to be late for school if you don't get your butt out of bed." Timmy felt his brother's hand gripping at his shoulder and gently jostling him. After a moment of it, he feigned a groggy yawn and began to open his eyes, as if he was just now waking up. Peeking up at Eric, he could see the teen had his nose wrinkled up, as the faint earthy odor hadn't subsided yet. "Oh...Good mornin'..." Timmy finally responded, stretching his arms and sitting up with a muffled squish. "...Guess I gotta get changed outta this thing, huh? Good thing you're here to help!" Eric squinted at the boy with some suspicions. His little brother had been so vehemently opposed to the diapers and needing help with them, but now he was sounding almost excited to get his diaper changed? "..Yeah, well, mom already left so.." He grabbed some baby wipes from the dresser and gestured for Timmy to pull down his pajamas. "Which means that you gotta do it, huh? Hope I didn't make things too difficult for you." Timmy was more expedient with getting his pants off this time, revealing the bloated and yellowed front side of his thick diaper. The smell got a little stronger and Eric could get a good look at the oddly full looking backside of the drenched diaper... "...Timmy, did you crap yourself in your sleep?" It sounded like shock and disgust were fighting for dominance in the teen's voice, and a third competitor was approaching under the name 'anger'. With how smug the brat had seemed, Eric was left wondering if this had been done on purpose, just to spite him. Timmy let out an exaggerated gasp and lifted up his legs, using his hands to cup and squeeze the back of his dirty diaper. "Oh my gosh! I guess I did! I musta pooped in my sleep, real badly too! Hope you got enough wipes there." The older brother furrowed his brow, now even more convinced that Timmy was just trying to be difficult with him, though with an extreme measure. "Uh-huh...Well, I'll help you out with your poopy diaper today, but I'll be having a long talk with mom later about how necessary these diapers really seem to be. Pooping the bed is much, much worse than just peeing it." Timmy's mouth opened, but he didn't have any rebuttal. Had his childish stunt actually totally backfired? The way it sounded, he'd be in diapers even longer now! "...Might have to talk to her about some daytime protection too. Guess you're just not all that ready to be a big boy, huh?" Oh yes, this shortsighted crassness was about to backfire hard.