Story #50: Clubhouse Baby 3

Story #50: Clubhouse Baby 3 (Content Tags: Humiliation, Boys babying boys, Messy diapers, Laxatives, Teasing) (Recap: Nash wants to join a club with some of the cooler kids. He's a dork that accidentally crapped his pants at the school fair the year before, so the other boys decide to mess with him. They fed him a bottle that was heavily laced with laxatives, fiber and stool softeners and then put a diaper and onesie on him as part of a fake initiation. Nash then pooped himself and got put in a second diaper on top of the first one. Meanwhile, a nosy girl was sneaking around the clubhouse window and got a picture of all this weirdness.) ----------------------- Even with the added bulk of the second diaper, a slight odor was pervasive in breaching and wafting up around Nash's immediate radius. The redhead looked mortified at the whole situation, having to just sit there on the floor of the clubhouse, while Ashton rebuttoned his 'Big Pooper' onesie around the double-diaper. It fit a lot worse now, the diaper straining against the fabric of the comedic clothing, and by showing more of the diaper, it also accentuated the form. As Ashton popped the last button into place, he gave Nash's stomach a delicate, infantilizing pat. "There we go! Now Baby Nash won't have a big icky blowout on our floor! Or in that *handsome* onesie." The brown-haired boy taunted, standing back up. Tate giggled and began to let go of Nash, though still kneeling right behind him. The blond waited for Nash to start getting back up, then as he did, he reached over and cupped the lump in the seat of the onesie. "That thing has you nailed down, Nash! You *are* a big pooper!" Tate laughed, giving the warm load a quick squeeze, just to make sure Nash had to feel it squish across his bottom. "H-hey!" The 'initiate' squeaked, standing to full attention at the sudden prank. "I-I don't know what happened guys, I already tried telling you, I-I don't usually do this!" Tate rolled his eyes and gave the diaper a final pat, seeming satisfied with the effectiveness of their trickery, though simultaneously being annoyed that Nash was trying to verbally defend himself and his meager pride. Ashton was about to call that into question, when he realized they'd left out the 'Mega-Lax' bottle. He caught eyes with Tate, who seemed to realize the same thing. In an unspoken synchronicity, Ashton moved to go grab the container, while Tate ran interference with Nash's attention. "Oh yeah? I mean, you did it last year...I bet you wished you had these kind of heavy duty Huggies back then! This was supposed to just be an initiation thing, Nash, as like, a *joke*...But then you had to go and actually drop some luggage in them!" The ginger looked down, cheeks smoldering and expression distraught. He'd finally gotten a chance to join this club and he'd gone and blown it! And now, two of the coolest kids in his class, had become witness to him crapping in a *diaper*. In many ways, this was significantly worse than what had happened in that bathroom line last year. With the laxatives now hidden, Ashton took note of Nash's downtrodden attitude. They weren't done having their fun with him, so they couldn't let him be so dejected this early! He'd have to do a little improvising. "Well, we can still go through with your invitation test...We really only just started, after all. You still have a chance to get into the club, diaper boy." Nash lifted his head, looking a little more optimistic. He should have been more concerned with what the rest of his 'initiation' would look like, if this was only the start, but that was a concern for later! Besides, it was only Tate and Ashton right now, and they'd keep this part a secret...Right? That would remain to be seen, especially since each of the two boys were taking im the sight from some very unique positions. For Tate, there was a twinge of jealousy; the boy beneath the baseball cap was the type to get flustered when a diaper commercial came on TV, so in a sneaky way, he was living out his own dream through Nash. Ashton on the other hand had started to feel almost strangely affectionate with the dorky little pants loader, as if Nash was a cute little brother he needed to both coddle and tease. These feelings had existed on some level before, like a fraternal instinct, but they'd never been given a chance to manifest in such a specifically humiliating situation. The only kid not enjoying himself was Nash, who was mortified beyond belief, and was left feeling immensely awkward about the whole thing. The diapers were at least more comfortable than he would have expected, and the warm pile he'd made hadn't gotten all that itchy or anything yet. "S-so...What else do I, umm, do I have to do? To become a club member?" He finally asked after a few moments of silence had swept over the clubhouse. Tate and Ashton exchanged looks again. The plan hadn't initially run all that deep. Tate had mostly wanted to get Nash in a diaper and the onesie, and then of course watch him make full use of the garment. Beyond that? There'd been almost no expectation that it'd come this far! After pooing himself, they'd expected that Nash would have bailed in total crybaby mode. Tate himself had thought Ashton wouldn't want to do much more than that anyways, so he'd been surprised that the boy was seemingly trying to extend things. "Uh, well...Lots of things! Like, uh..." Ashton started, his train of thought stalling about halfway through. "...Baby stuff! Your initiation is more baby stuff! Tate interjected, putting a hand on Nash's shoulder and getting a wide grin. The blond looked around the clubhouse and started to piece together what the next part could be. "..Next we gotta feed the baby! I mean, he *did* just make some room." Ashton snickered and nodded dutifully, going along with whatever Tate had in mind. He sauntered over to their snack supply and looked for something fitting. The best option he could find was some prepackaged cups of apple sauce that nobody else had wanted. Meanwhile, Tate was scooting a chair over for Nash to sit on. "Alright, baby! Sit in your 'highchair' and let your big bros give you some num-nums, okay?" Nash frowned and tried to carefully sit down on the chair, not wanting to mash the pantload he was hauling any further. It was an impossible task once Tate pushed down on his shoulders to hurry him along, and he sat flat with a muffled squelching from his onesie. "You start feedin' the baby, I'll get him more moo-moo in his baba." While Tate went to refill the baby bottle, Ashton opened up the first pack of applesauce and took a big spoonful of it. "Too bad we didn't get a bib.." He muttered, starting to direct the spoon toward Nash's mouth. "Open up for the choo-choo!" With Nash obediently eating, Tate got together another laxative-laced bottle of milk and came back. Watching the boy's humiliation, he couldn't help but be jealous and wish that he could switch places with him. "Mmm! Isn't it so yummy, Nash? And now you have some more milk to grow up big and strong!" Applesauce was starting to collect around the corners of his mouth and was even getting on the front of his onesie, mostly unintentionally by Ashton's hand at trying to feed the boy like a baby. One cup became two, and then three...Four packages of applesauce and Nash was starting to feel uncomfortably full. With that discomfort also came some rolling cramps down below. He started to groan and turned his head away as Ashton tried to spoon feed him another bite. "All done? Hope you saved room for your baba." Nash shook his head, "N-no, I'm really full..." The boy tried to insist, which only caused the other two to exchange another look. "Okay, well, here's the deal Nash...If you can finish this bottle without going any in your diaper, then your initiation will be over and you'll be part of the club. If you can't, then, well...You'll have to come back tomorrow to try again." The look on Nash's face was one of concern and doubt, so Ashton swept in to add: "But tomorrow will be kinda different. Can't do the exact same thing twice.." The ginger was conflicted, but he'd already come so far...It almost sounded like he couldn't lose, either! If he drank the bottle, he would win, and if he failed, he'd get another chance! And it would be different tomorrow, so no diapers! He took the bottle from Tate. He just had to drink it fast and then be done with this! He was about to start drinking it, but the other boys hoisted him up out of the chair. "You can start over here, baby Nash." They led him over to the rug and sat him down on it, with Tate behind him, embracing the padded boy to lounge backwards like a real tot. Nash felt extra embarrassed from the infantilizingly affectionate care, but he began to drink from the baby bottle while Tate gave his stomach a gentle circling rub and held onto the bottle. Ashton snickered and knelt down in front of Nash to watch him, giving him condescending praise as the bottle began to get drained. While all of this was going on, Janette had returned with a couple of her friends. She'd shown them the picture of Nash that she'd taken earlier, but they had to get a glimpse for themselves. They stood outside the window, peeking into the clubhouse and seeing Nash was getting fed a bottle by Tate. "Wow, boys really are such babies...: One girl commented, as Jennette began to take more pictures. "Right? This is why they won't let any girls in! Because then we'd see that they're dumb, dirty diaper babies!" The trio of lads were oblivious that they had any spectators, all three were too caught up in their own moments. Tate was living vicariously through Nash, Nash was trying desperately to maintain control of his bowels, and Ashton was thinking about how he might still keep Nash a big baby if he somehow succeeded. Halfway through the bottle of milk, Nash started to play trumpet notes. It started small and infrequent, but the farts began to grow in power, length, and volume at an alarming rate. As they got really bad, his face was starting to contort each time and he had to keep pausing his nursing of the bottle. "Uh-oh...I think someone is about to fudge their Huggies again!" Tate teased, starting to apply a little more pressure to Nash's tummy. "N-no...! I-I...Hrgggggghh!" There was a particularly juicy sounding explosion in the back of his onesie, but it quickly became evident that it was no mere fart. It sloppily continued to sputter and squish, and with it, Nash was making a vile volume of hot 'fudge', as Tate had called it. The onesie began to bulge outward, pushing the already strained garment to its limit. Between the double diapers and a second BM, the buttons on the taut onesie just couldn't handle it, and they became unsnapped with a loud pop. Tate cooed in bemusement, watching with great interest at the show going on right in front of him. "Uh-oh! Nash made another boom-boom! I guess that means we'll have to try again tomorrow, huh? Guess I'll need to go find some more stuff to do your initiation do-over with.." A few more rumblings bubbled against his mushy padding, but the defecation had ended, leaving Nash with an exceptionally squishy seat and a tushy that was completely coated. He looked relieved, but also disappointed about having messed up, and embarrassed that he'd pooed himself *again* in front of these two. "I guess you can take that onesie off and get dressed back in those dork clothes. Have fun cleaning up.." Ashton shrugged, trying to hide his excitement about getting to do this a second time. Nash was about to complain that they weren't changing him, but then realized that would only make things more humiliating. With rosy cheeks, he began to get dressed the best he could, dirty double-diaper and all. He'd still have another chance to join the club! That was the silver lining here.