Story #26: Not Quite Ready (Part 2)

Story #26: Not Quite Ready (Part 2) Jerry let out a sigh. How could this day get any worse? Made to wear a diaper to the movie theater as a mean-spirited joke, then actually pooping in the diaper during the movie, and now stuck in the icky garment while being forced to watch some baby movie with a bunch of little kids. He'd considered leaving already, but an usher had escorted him back to his seat, likely after being asked to keep an eye on him by his older brother. So he couldn't go wait in the lobby, and he couldn't even go and somehow get himself cleaned up from his mucky, fuming babypants. Maybe he hadn't been ready for a PG-13 horror that was littered with gruesome jumpscares, but he knew he was beyond this condescending preschool tripe! It wasn't a movie, so much as a babysitter for easily distracted pantsfillers. He mentally cringed, realizing the hypocrisy of his own description, when taking into account the warm pile he was plopped down on. Regardless of this being a baby movie though, not all of the audience was still stuck in the arduous process of pottytraining; thus, the odor that was radiating off his shorts wouldn't be so easily accepted by all around him. Even with the unfettered, impolite chattering that filled the room, he was able to pick up a distinctive: "It smells like POOP!" from some nearby child. Jerry felt a twinge of guilt from it, but he kept his mouth shut. As long as he just sat here and watched the movie, then he wouldn't have to let anyone know that he was most likely the source of that malodorous funk. At least, that's what he had thought. A little boy, maybe four or five, had marched down a row to inspect what he'd been complaining about; he'd been in the chair immediately behind Jerry, which is why his complaint had been so easy to pick out of the noise. He was apparently pretty confident that he was downwind from it, and Jerry had made sure to pick an aisle seat that wasn't next to somebody, which didn't leave many suspects. The little boy stood there with his hands on his hips, first looking past Jerry to see if any smaller kids were near him. He wouldn't immediately assume that a 'big kid' like Jerry could possibly be the culprit of such an odor! He walked past the preteen and wrinkled his nose as the strength of the smell was more obvious; as he made it a couple of seats past, he seemed to realize that the smell was beginning to weaken. Jerry was trying to completely ignore the younger lad, as to not incriminate himself by seeming paranoid or guilty. He gulped as he saw the boy turning around and coming back toward him. This movie was already near the end of its run, so certainly the brat would just sit back down and cope with the mysterious scent! No dice. The preschooler stopped right in front of Jerry and narrowed his eyes, as if he still couldn't believe what he might be thinking. "You smell like poo." The boy finally accused, not mincing words or beating around the bush. Jerry felt his cheeks get hot and he looked down at his lap, not willing to make eye contact. "N-no I don't...Shut up and leave me alone.." His words were defensive yet defeated; he was simply too ashamed to be properly indignant, and thus it came off as a vulnerable mewling. The younger boy stuck his tongue out in apparent disgust, thinking that Jerry's pitiful demeanor was the final clue in cracking this case. "Yuh-huh! You stink like you pooped your pants! Only gross drooly babies do that!" The preteen bit his lip, not wanting to cause any more of a disturbance that would get unwanted attention. "F-fine, fine, I did, but it was...it was an accident. Big kids can have accidents too...Just be quiet about it. P-please." His pleading was seemingly discounted as the boy began to giggle. "I haven't had an accident since I was a baby. Big kids are supposta keep their pants clean! I should tell your mommy on you.." "I-I'm not here with my mom, and my brother is in another theater...P-please just be quiet about it, the movie is almost over.." The younger boy gave back a mischievous smile. "Show me. Show me or I'll scream 'bout how you pooed yourself. Like a dumb little baby." What choice was really left? He could humiliate himself in front of this one brat, and possibly a few others near him, or he could refuse and have his secret broadcast to the whole auditorium. It wasn't ideal, but at this point... Jerry unbuttoned his pants and began to slowly slide them down, having difficulty as he was trying to remain fully seated in the chair. The younger boy was about to scold him for not standing up, but once his eyes caught the glistening of the plastic-backed garment, he instead seemed at a loss for words. The preteen quietly sighed, wiggling his hips and lifting himself a bit by leveraging on the armrests, to finally unveil the soiled diaper in all its glory. "..That's...That's a diaper!" The kid squeaked in shock, gesturing brazenly at it. His eyes moved from it, to Jerry's shame-filled eyes, before drifting back down to linger and gawk. "You're wearing a diaper! Guess you must poop yourself all the time!" Jerry blanched at the boy's indiscretion, which even in the noisy space, had garnered some attention by nearby patrons. He quickly tugged down on his shirt to cover the front of the diaper, "H-hey, not so loud! I did what you asked.." The little boy grinned widely, doubling down on his smug sense of superiority over this much older kid. "Shut up, diaper boy. I'll be as loud as I want! Besides, you still haven't shown me. I wanna see your icky, stinky diaper-butt!" Jerry just wanted the torment to end! The last few minutes of this movie had felt eternal, and he didn't want to try leaving again before the credits, lest he have another conflict with the usher. So he submitted to the brat's juvenile demand. He sluggishly got out of his chair, trying to keep his shoulders slumped, so that the kids in the row behind him wouldn't realize what he was doing. He then began to swivel, pressing his hands down on the armrests and leaning forward, so that his face was brushing up against the back-cushion of the chair. The puffy white garment seemed to be lit up by the luminescence of the big screen, defining itself quite vividly in the otherwise dark room. The backside of the diaper, which now faced the younger boy, was bulging and held a clear weight inside; brown stains had begun to mildly mar the leg gathers and even in some splotches across the back-panel. Jerry felt the boy's hand cupping the sagging seat and squeezing the contents with an immature yet cruel curiosity. This was surely a surreal situation for the both of them, though for wildly different reasons. Jerry thought that this would be the end of it, until he heard the boy utter a new demand. "Okay diaper-boy, now I wanna see you potty in it."