Tale #14: Bullied by the Baby

Tale #14: Bullied By the Baby: (Content Tags: Bullying, messy diapers, facesitting, pantspooping, pantswetting, humiliation, diaper-dom) It wasn't fair. Davis was a big boy who was going into the first grade, and his mom wanted him to have a playdate with a dumb baby! The reasoning was that Davis' older sister, Jenny, was here to visit her friend, and it was easiest to dump both kids off, under the assumption that Davis could play with Charlie, the three year old younger brother of his sister's friend. It was embarrassing though! What could he possibly have in common with some drooly stinky toddler? They were vast chasms apart in maturity and intellect! A whole two, nearly three years! His mother, nor Jenny, were moved or interested by his pleas. His mother simply told him that he needed to be nice to the younger boy and that the playdate would only be for a few hours. "Who knows? Maybe you'll have fun!" And that was that. Any complaints after that was just throwing ping-pong balls at a brick wall. So the 'big boy' sulked all the way there, and that pouty curl to his lip stayed firmly in place still, when the mother of Jenny's friend was leading him to the toddler's bedroom. "Gus had some snacks earlier, but I can get you something if you get hungry, sweetie." Davis quietly shook his head, and the woman mistook his ire for being shy. She opened the door to the room, and Davis could indeed see that it was a bedroom fit for a three year old. He cringed, but kept his snarky comments to himself for the moment. "Gus, honey! This is Davis, he's Jenny's little brother. He's going to play with you for a while! You two have fun, and Gus, come get me if you need a change, okay?" "Yes, mommy!" A *change*? He wasn't even out of diapers yet? He really was a dumb baby! The scowl on Davis' face got more pronounced and the woman left the pair to become acquainted. Davis sized the tot up, though it appeared that Gus was doing the same to him. The toddler was a little on the big side, looking heavier in contrast to Davis' petite frame, and it sure didn't help that Davis was already a bit undersized for his age. It made for an interesting contrast, that was for sure. The younger boy was wearing a colorful romper, and looking lower, Davis could clearly see the shape of the puffy Pampers underneath. "...Can't believe I gotta play with a stupid baby.." He muttered, folding his arms and looking away, as if the tot would disappear if Davis couldn't see him. "What'd you call me?" Davis tilted his head back to look at his supposed playmate again and he narrowed his eyes. "I said you're a 'stupid *baby*'. Only dumb babies still wear diapers." The other boy didn't seem very happy with the clarification and he started to stomp over to his guest. "You better take dat back! You da one dat looks all wimpy!" Davis rolled his eyes and prodded a finger at the tot's tummy, poking his pudgy gut, and scowling. "I'm a big kid. You don't get ta' talk to me like that. Dumb little babies gotta listen to big kids, got it tubby?" With each sentence, he gave another prod with his finger for emphasis, unaware at the rising anger he was causing. Gus lashed out. His face had been getting progressively more scrunched up, his brow furrowing into a position of deep disdain for his playmate. He'd seen 'big kids' like this before, all arrogant about their age, when they were actually just big wussies! At the last poke to his gut, he dived forward and toppled Davis to the ground. There was a flurry of tiny fists coming at Davis, none of them had too much power, but each blow served to weaken his resolve more and more. It was only made worse by an inability to properly block the poorly landed punches, meaning the most he could do was whine and demand that the toddler stop. It wasn't long before Gus ran out of steam and had to stop to catch his breath; while panting, he glowered down at the teary-eyed loser below him. "Now you're the one cryin' like a BABY." Davis sniffled and tried to wiggle his way to freedom, before quickly realizing it was a futile effort. Gus had parked his pudgy, Pampered keister right on top of the older boy's stomach, and he was too heavy to remove from this leverage point on the floor. Davis was pinned. "G-get your stinky butt offa me! Or else...or else.." Gus narrowed his eyes at the stammering brat underneath him and then began to grin. "Or what? Gonna cry some more? And you think my diapee is stinky now? Lemme show you what stinky really means!" Under more amicable circumstances, it would seem like the two were emulating a wrestling match, especially as Gus began to shift his position carefully to turn around. He put his knees on top of the older boy's arms and began to lower the seat of his romper toward Davis' face. Davis didn't understand what was happening, until he suddenly heard a gassy eruption sputtering wetly in Gus' bulky diaper, getting forced to catch a whiff of the fart. "M'gonna make you...Mmph...smell...Nghhh...My....**POOPIE**!" The tot shouted between guttural grunts and loud, juicy farts. There was a sudden crackling sound, and the back of the romper began to puff out as a large log was surging into the boy's Pampers, quickly coiling up like a rope inside the garment and weighing the romper down, threatening to lower all the way to Gus' nose. "Ewwwwww! No! Stop! P-please don't..!" Gus' cries were summarily ignored as the toddler continued to poop in his diaper, his face getting red like a tomato, and a trickle of drool dribbling down his chin from the strain. The gassy rhapsody didn't stop, and if anything, got much worse, as Davis could hear more squishy droppings beginning to wetly plop inside the puffy diaper. "Mmmmmmph! W-who...who da dumb baby now? You da one smellin' poopie!" He jeered, before suddenly lowering his rump completely and sitting on Davis' face, squishing the hot, fresh load in his diaper and flattening the sticky mass against his buttcheeks, while Davis had no choice but to smell the pungent fumes. The shock of the situation was enough to cause an accident for Davis; in his struggling, a wet spot began to form and grow on the front of his shorts, right before Gus' eyes. "Hahaha! You're goin' pee-pee in your pants! Maybe you need to be in a diapee too!" Davis couldn't respond, since the tot's dirty diaper was still planted firmly on his face, instead he could only wriggle and writhe more intensely. "I wan' you to really prove whatta baby you are. I won't get up until you make a poopie too!" Oh, the humiliation! But Davis had no other choice! It was getting difficult to breathe with the loaded diaper on top of him, not to mention how foul it was, especially with each remnant toot that was vibrating the garment against his face. Davis began to push and strain with all his might. It was difficult from this position, especially since Davis prided himself on being a big kid, but slowly, he began to unleash a steamer of his own into his prized, cartoon-printed underoos. He could feel the hot load smushing underneath his rump, as it had little room to go elsewhere. Gus dutifully spectated, seeing the shorts bulge with the older boy's shameful deposit, and he felt great about the power he'd wielded over the boy. With a big smile, he gyrated his tushy against Davis' face a few more times and began to lift up from where he'd been seated. "Guess you're just a 'dumb baby' too, huh? I'll go tell my mommy that we *both* need changies." Davis looked mortified, unsure how he'd explain this 'accident' to Gus' mother, or his own mother for that matter. Nobody would take him seriously if he claimed that he'd gotten bullied into soiling himself by a literal baby! Seems Gus wouldn't be the only diapered boy on this playdate much longer.