Story #32: There's Snow Excuse

Story #32: There's Snow Excuse (A continuation to 'Snow Pants, Snow Failure') Franklin was caught between a rock and a hard place. Here he was, holed up in the bathroom with a loaded diaper under his pants (a pilfered diaper at that!) And his little brother, Logan, was expecting him to hurry up. He'd already been in here for a few minutes, and he was willing to bet that Logan was waiting dutifully right outside the bathroom. Changing wasn't an option, not that he could safely throw it away here anyways. His best bet would be to somehow sneak away during the snowball fight and get cleaned up in the small wooded area beyond their house. From there, he'd just need to find a neighbor's trash can that he could discreetly toss the smelly thing. The logistics weren't great, and he didn't want to have to change out in the freezing cold, but what other choice did he have? He could try to say he wasn't feeling well, but then Logan would probably tell their mother, and then she'd be a problem too. Franklin frowned and grabbed a soft pack of baby wipes to stow in his pocket, it was time to face the music. With a disheartened sigh, he finally opened the bathroom door, where his younger brother was still waiting. "O-okay, well, I guess we should get going then..." Logan started to nod, but then his nose wrinkled and he covered it with his hands. "Eww! You really blew it up in there, huh?" The boy childishly giggled, unaware of what was really causing the offensive odor. Franklin offered a weak smile in return, glad at least that the smell would be less obvious outside. Logan passed by him to go use the toilet himself, which only further fueled the shame that Franklin was feeling about the whole situation. He went on ahead, going back out into the snow, where he could hear the pronounced joy of his neighbors. He wondered if perhaps this would be the best opportunity, with Logan inside and the other kids unaware that he'd come back out... Franklin started to awkwardly waddle toward the edge of the woods that lined the back of the houses in the neighborhood; each step was difficult and he could feel the hot mush squishing further across his bottom. The only silver lining was that it seemed to help him shake off the bitter cold. "Hey Frank, where ya goin? You hurt your legs or something? You're walkin' kinda funny." Franklin groaned quietly and stopped in place, his boots sinking down into the snow; he'd been so close! He turned around to face the one who'd spotted him, a boy named Clyde, who was around his own age. "Uh, just thought I saw something, that's all...And yeah, I went on the ice earlier, and I kinda fell on my butt." Clyde nodded, thinking that all sounded very normal. "Oh, okay. Well, come on! We're about to start another snowball fight, and you're gonna be on my team. I guess you can work more on makin' the snowballs though, if you're hurt." By this point, Logan had come back outside too, and Franklin could only pout and accompany the two back to the 'battlefield' with a big load in his pants. Worse yet, the rumbling in his gut was telling him that he still had something left in the chamber... Franklin would soon find himself seated in the snow, cringing at how the poop in his diaper spread and smeared in the process, and regretting more than ever this little 'life hack' that he'd thought was so clever this morning. It wasn't hard to imagine why a toddler might pottytrain if they were having to put up with this all the time! While Franklin stewed and began an assembly of snowballs, Clyde and his brother had started to toss them across the yard at the kids they were at 'war' with. The smell was more tolerable in the open air of the outside, but even then, Franklin could still smell himself pretty strongly, and the other two boys had made questioning comments about what they kept getting a whiff of. After a little while longer, a smaller kid came outside and wanted to play too. Due to his shrimpy stature and younger age, he quickly and begrudgingly got delegated to snowball duty with Franklin. Thr little boy fussed and wasn't all that happy with it, but he sat near Franklin and began to make snowballs all the same. The little boy ended up smelling him and started complaining about the odor a bit more fervently than the other boys; he insisted it smelled like a 'doodie-diaper' and the other boys made jokes about how he would know how that smells, since he was so little divorced from the need of the infantile garments. Franklin couldn't help but laugh along with them and join in on the derision, as hypocritical as it was, and the kid's face was getting red. Logan and Clyde went out to pelt the other kids more closely, just leaving Franklin and his 'little helper' to tend to the ammunition. By this point, the cramping in his belly had gotten significantly more uncomfortable; Franklin could still hold it, but he was starting to wonder if he even should in this case. His diaper was already poopy after all, what was a little more? He told the younger boy to go deliver some of the snowballs and once he had left, Franklin lifted his padded butt out of the snow. He leaned forward and began to push, having to put more work into it, since his seat already felt fairly packed. There was a sickening crackling sound and relief as he could feel a giant turd beginning to push its way into the dirtied backside of his diaper. "Oh my gosh! You're POOPING!" Franklin's rosy cheeks went pale in an instant as he heard the little boy behind him, having returned from his mission. He couldn't exactly stop at this point either, since he was right in the middle of voiding his bowels. Apparently the log he was unleashing had been sizable enough to make a noticeable bump in the back of his snowpants, something that was undeniable a 'poopie'. "You guys were laughin' at me and callin' me a baby with doo-doo diapers and you're the one going poopie in your pants like a big baby!" Mercifully, Franklin was finally able to pinch off the big loaf and he quickly sat back down in the snow to smoosh the lump that he'd made. He didn't have the luxury of disgust this time, there was only room for embarrassment and anxiety. "I don't know what you're talkin' about, Kenny! Shut up!" Franklin crudely addressed the indignant brat. "Big kids like me don't poop their pants." Kenny narrowed his eyes, and the other boys suddenly returned to report their success on the frosty battlefield. The youngest turned and immediately tattled, "Frankie made a big poopie in his pants! I saw him!" Clyde rolled his eyes at the juvenile accusation, "Yeah, okay. What's he talkin' about, Frankie? You find some mud under the snow or somethin?" Logan on the other hand seemed to notice something else; he didn't exactly believe such a tall tale, but there did seem to be something strange going on with his big brother's pants. "Uh, Franklin, your pants are...Steaming?" With how cold it was out here, and with his freshly dirtied seat plopped right into the snow, the heat of his droppings had indeed seemed to have created a small yet noticeable trail of steam from his butt. "Its because he POOPED!" Kenny interjected obnoxiously, waggling a finger at the boy sitting in the snow. Logan and Clyde exchanged a look and grinned. "Unless you poured hot cocoa down your pants, I think Kenny might be right. Is that true, Frankie?" Franklin gulped, not liking where this was going. "N-no! I-I didn't do that!" His nervous rebuttal, so defensive, was a dead giveaway. Clyde circled around Franklin like a wolf, and without any warning, he looped his hands through the boy's armpits and locked Franklin's arms in place. "Maybe your little brother should check, huh? Logan giggled and came forward with outstretched hands. It wasn't often that he got one over on his older brother, so he was enjoying the brief power trip he had been allowed. The younger brother wrinkled his nose as he got close and put his hands on the snow pants. "Eww, I can definitely smell it!" S-stop! Please!" His pants began to slide off, and all three of the other boys were caught completely off guard by what they saw. Logan looked especially conflicted in how he should respond to it, since those were his nighttime diapers that his brother was wearing, but it wasn't exactly like he could come out and say that in front of these other kids. "...FRANKIE STILL WEARS DIAPERS!" Kenny loudly announced, full of glee and spite. "He's a diaper-pooping BABY." It was a fortune that the puffy thing hadn't suffered a blowout, but that didn't make their gawking and laughter any less painful to endure. Logan stayed pretty quiet, awkwardly laughing with the other two, but not wanting to rock the boat any further than that. "Guess your mommy needs ta' give you a diapee change, BABY..." Kenny jeered at the now sniffling older boy that lay so shamefully before him. Logan helped to pull the snow pants back up over the diaper and then helped Franklin back onto his feet. "Uh, yeah, I should take him back home..." It wasn't until it was just the two of them, slowly plodding back to their house, that Logan finally began to grill him about taking his diapers and going as far as to poop in them. Franklin was still a snotty, sobbing mess, so his answers were muddled and meandering. Logan shook his head, feeling a little irate that his big brother would tease him for wetting the bed and then go out and do this. "Hmph, might wanna get your story straight for mom, baby bro. But stealing one of my diapers and pooping in it? ...Twice? There's no excuse."