Tale #15: Teddy Knows Best (1985)

Tale #15: Teddy Knows Best (1985) (Sequel to "Bear Your Shame (1985)") (Content Tags: Messy training pants, messy diaper, humiliation, punishment, hypnosis via sentient toy, brainwashing) His little stunt in class hadn't exactly been appreciated by his teacher, even if it did give his classmates a fantastic laugh, and the subsequent trip to the principal's office had given him some time to clarify his thoughts past the heavy haze that had insulated them from shame. Getting dragged down the hall by his wrist, his bulky training briefs hosting a heavy haul, Mikey was coming back to reality from the dreamlike state he'd been in. The stern lecturing of his teacher went a mile a minute, though their pace through the school corridor felt endless, even with the angry woman stomping at a speed that he had trouble waddling along with. Had this morning really all happened? Why had he made all these bizarre decisions? He'd soiled himself before even getting fully dressed, and then proceeded to make a show of displaying the seat of his bulging briefs to a pack of his fellow vicious grade schoolers. None of it made any sense! Then again, the whole ordeal of him pooping in his nighttime diaper hadn't made much sense either, and that had kicked off this litany of indignities in the first place. Mikey was too distraught to see any common threads between these events, and he was more concerned with getting yelled at by their school's cantankerous principal, followed by what certainly would be a call home. If his parents had gone ballistic on him for what he did the other night, their reaction to this wouldn't be anything remotely pleasant. He'd have no competent, or even cohesive, defense for it either. Mikey just kept his head down, eyes staring a hole in the ground. It would remain like that through the entire demoralizing visit to the principal, only briefly rising to watch him dial his home's phone. He couldn't hear his mother's side of the conversation, but he could infer from the principal's tone, that she probably was just as incensed as he was about what her son had done in class. Mikey just had to sit there quietly, the firm lump pressed against his rear, though remaining snugly contained in the confines of the training briefs. That inference shifted soon into fully unveiled reality once he'd gotten snagged by his wrist and out to his mother's minivan. She'd made snide comments on their way out, wildly pointing at the Kindergarten hall and claiming that Mikey was proving himself even less capable than they were. She wasn't wrong, even the five year olds, barely graduated to undies, knew to keep them clean and to be rightfully embarrassed about any accidents. The drive home wasn't great. Besides the cutting remarks about the smell that Mikey was making, he'd also had to spend even more time sitting in his own muck, which was beginning to grow even more uncomfortable. The next couple of hours blurred by. More lecturing, having to take a bath, getting spanked, and then being pinned up in his bulky nighttime diapers. The training briefs weren't the most subtle or easy to maneuver around in, but they still made his cloth diapers look ergonomic in contrast. His mother explained to him that he'd be wearing the diapers at home for the foreseeable future, probably pending his father's opinion when he got home, and that he'd still be clad in the bulky briefs when he had to go out. He didn't look forward to hearing what Bobby had to say about that... That was that, though. He now had a sore and pinkened tush and was grounded to his room with the added humiliation of wearing a diaper during the day. No Nintendo or cartoons either, so he had to make do with the toys he had on hand. Somehow, without Mikey seeking him out, Teddy Ruxpin had found its way next to him on the cluttered floor. Mikey hadn't even really noticed until he heard the familiar tone of the bear's tape starting to play, first beginning with the same typical kind of 'storytime' as should be expected, before beginning to diverge in what should have been very distressing ways. "How did you like being 'bad' in school, Mikey? Everyone must think you're so cool to do something so rebellious! Everyone else would be too scared to poop in their pants." Like this morning, as soon as the peculiar shift happened to the toy, there likewise was a shift in the boy's mind. He became malleable and bubbly to Ruxpin's words, without a care in the world that his toy was really talking to him. "Uh...I guess so, Teddy...I guess I am a rebel, huh? The other kids would never think to go in their pants.." Mikey muttered back, entranced fully. "That's right! You're so *cool*, Mikey. I'm glad I get to be your friend! Its too bad I didn't get to see your moment...Maybe you should show me what you did?" Mikey slowly nodded and started to stand up, "...Well, the teacher made me come to the front, because she smelled my pants, and then.." "..Wait, wait! Mikey, you need to show me just right! Why don't you go ahead and poop your diaper? That way, it'll be just like it was in class." Duh! It sounded so obvious when Teddy said it! Mikey readily nodded and began to squat down where he stood, giving his toy a front-row seat to the back of his diaper. He balled up his fists and began to grunt, pushing on his gut in an attempt to do the same thing he'd done this morning at Teddy's behest. Moments later, and a muffled crackling sound started to thunder from within the thick confines of the padding, and a bump slowly began to stretch the cotton material outward. "Wow, you're so good at that, Mikey! You should do it more often. That'd *really* show everyone how 'bad' you are. You'll be the coolest kid in school!" The grunting lad grinned in between the heavy pushes he was making, the bump growing into a heaving, bulging mass in his seat. Mikey didn't mind at all! With Teddy's encouragement, he felt even more ambitious with the pile he could make in his diaper, and he even put a hand on the growing lump to admire his handiwork in progress. This *did* make him a bad boy! That's why he'd gotten in trouble for it, right? It was like skipping school or sneaking into a R-Rated movie! Like what those scary teenagers did. He couldn't wait to show Bobby how much cooler he was than him; after all, Bobby would never had the stones to do something *this* bad! Mikey, once finished with his impressive pantload, and once he'd properly gushed over what a massive mound he'd created, would go on to reenact his classroom catastrophe for Teddy, up until the point that his brother or father would come knocking, and then he'd have some explaining to do...