Story #178: Simon Says (Part 3: Buster)

Story #178: Simon Says (Part 3: Buster) (Part 3 to 'Simon Says') (Content Tags: Brainwashing, mind control, mocking weight, pantspooping, diaper change, humiliation, ongoing story) Buster had tried calling Taylor all morning, and he'd been met with nothing but voicemails. The pair hadn't made any concrete plans for the day, but he still thought it was peculiar that the boy wasn't picking up the phone. He chalked it up to Taylor staying up too late and sleeping in, thinking surely that his friend would be going to the festival in town today. It was a celebration of seasons, where there were all sorts of games, food, and competition. Buster's own mother, the mayor, had been getting everything set up for the last few weeks, so Buster had heard of every last detail; what excited the chubby boy most was the prospect of all the tasty food. As he got ready, his older sister called from downstairs that he had a friend over. Thinking it must be Taylor, Buster called back to send him upstairs. The two played sports together and hung out extensively, so it didn't bother him to have Taylor walk in on him still being in his briefs. Unfortunately for Buster, it wouldn't be Taylor that showed up in his doorway. Instead, the grinning visage of the new kid in town would be what met his eyes. Simon had felt wildly accomplished after everything he had done yesterday; two out of five targets in a single afternoon was incredible, and he wanted to keep the pace going. If he kept at it, then he could take them all down before school started back up on Monday. He had been contemplating how to proceed with the other three boys, from the logistics of getting to them, to the exact fates he wanted to enact upon them. Buster and Nash had been the two that he was deciding on first, as they were the ones that he'd thought were most obnoxious and deserving of some correction. Buster for being so haughty and Nash for the violence and humiliation that he'd used against Simon in the diner. It could have been a coin flip, but then he'd heard more about the fair happening in town today, and it'd become more lopsided for what his decision would end up being. Using the information that Bailey had given him, it wasn't hard to find out where Buster lived, which was itself an estate. With a bag full of dreams, or perhaps nightmares, he had disembarked on his bike this morning. His silver tongue had gotten him inside, with the fib of being one of Buster's friends. Buster's older sister, Layla, had hardly needed to be charmed by Simon's special powers, but he'd used them all the same on the young teenager. "I'm friends with Buster. He's expecting me. Can you tell me where your *baby* brother's room is?" He made sure to emphasize that part and he could see the girl's eyes gloss over as she was captured by his will. He would make sure to do a little preliminary programming before heading upstairs. And now he was standing in the doorway, watching as Buster looked through his dresser for the right outfit, while standing there in his cartoon printed briefs. Surprisingly there were no skidmarks of any sort, but that tracked with what Bailey had told him. Buster was supposed to be refined after all. The son of the mayor, the boy had been groomed from birth to follow in those political footsteps. That meant a certain elegance and image, not like the foppish way that Bailey presented himself, but like a budding businessman or senator; it meant being charismatic and respectable. That's why his hair was so neatly cut, why his clothes were so fashionable, and why he always had an award-winning smile. The only thing that worked against him was his weight, and by connection, his love of food. He wasn't obese by any measure, but he was certainly the most rotund of the 'Big Boy's Club'. Seeing him in only his underpants, Simon could more easily identify the round tummy and bubbly butt that his tailored clothes drew the eyes away from. "Good morning, Buster. Getting ready to go to the fair?" Simon asked from behind, finally making his presence known. His classmate, upon hearing a voice that didn't belong to Taylor, whipped his head around and looked positively shocked to see that Simon was standing there with his arms crossed. "H-how did you get in? Why are you here?!" Buster clamored, putting his hands in front of the crotch of his briefs, as if that would provide coverage to what Simon had already been gawking at. The other boy chuckled, "I'm here to see you. We're going to go to the fair today. Since I'm new in town and your mommy is the mayor, it makes sense, doesn't it? It should be your duty to show me what this town is all about." "Get out of here! I'm not going to do anything with you! I'm going to be at the fair with my friends, not with some weirdo loser like you!" Simon frowned and clicked his tongue. He had heard all manner of insult before, since it came with the territory of what he used his powers to do, but it sometimes hurt a little more than he expected. He wouldn't say that he was truly interested in befriending Buster, but he did perhaps wish that he didn't have to use his special 'persuasion' skills to be treated decently by his peers. "Simon says that you are. Simon says that you're going to listen to me very closely today. Now, let me get a good look at you..." Buster dropped his arms to his side and stopped talking, but his eyes betrayed an intense terror at the loss of his autonomy. Simon meandered over, carrying a duffel bag, and pinched the fat on Buster's tummy with a small snicker. "Your mommy must have your clothes tailored, huh? You don't look this fat whenever you're in class." Simon teased, putting the bag down on the bed. "I already kind of knew that though. You can't hide it completely, after all. That's why it was so fortunate that the festival is today. Two different eating contests! What are the odds?" Buster wasn't sure what Simon was getting at, but he watched him unzip the duffel bag and pull something out; it was a large, white rectangle. Simon had really had a hard time finding something suitable at the pharmacy, so he'd had to make use of his newfound 'friendship' with Bailey. Using the boy's financial resources, he'd gotten one-day shipping on something he had found online. These weren't boilerplate, run-of-the-mill diapers; these were exceptionally thick, absurdly bulky, and boasted some of the best capacity on the market. They were the kind of diapers that one would only find in the lower rungs of the SPED ladder. They would be perfect for what Simon had in mind for poor Buster. Like with the other two, Simon gave his little speech about consolidating power and the special tool of persuasion that he held; he kept it brief and concise, a little annoyed that by the nature of his modus operandi, he had to repeat his intentions over and over. "...And so, you'll be number three. Bailey and Taylor were pretty easy, and I think you'll be pretty easy too. Your humiliation will be a little more involved though, and a little more public. You *are* the face of your club in a lot of ways, aren't you? Makes sense, with your mommy being the mayor. You're the brains behind the operation, and the charisma too." It was conflicting for Buster to be praised while in the middle of being set up for torment. It was hard to appreciate that he was the unofficial 'leader' of the Big Boy's Club, when that was about to be used against him by some sadistic psycho. "I had a little more trouble with your fate, but then it all just swung into place. You're going to show the whole town that you're not the heir apparent to the leadership of this podunk place; you're not a smart smooth-talker, no, you're just a fat pig that doesn't have the wit to lead anyone. That starts with you putting on this diaper." Simon unfurled the giant garment and placed it on the bed gently, "Actually, that would be a little too complicated for you. Maybe your big sister can put it on for you? But you should probably give her a reason. It's still pretty early, so I guess you haven't had your morning dump yet, right? Go ahead and do that in those silly little undies of yours. Oh! And why don't you snort like a little piggy for me, while you do it?" All that Buster could do to rebel was to glare; his body was otherwise following Simon's instructions to the letter, which started with the chubby boy squatting down right there. Just as quickly as he had gotten on his haunches, he started to oink and snort like a pig, making the noises in between humiliating grunts. Simon laughed and circled around his victim, wanting to get a better look at his briefs once they were being filled; he noticed the beads of sweat beginning to form on the red-faced boy's forehead and felt amused at what great effort Buster was having to put himself through to be obedient. "You could use some more fiber in your diet, porky. I'm guessing all those sweets don't keep you very regular." He teased. Buster still hadn't been given permission to speak, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't be able to with what he was preoccupied doing. So his shame was suffered in relative silence, all of Simon's nasty quips going completely unchallenged. A few toots finally broke the air, and it signalled the beginning of the end for his cartoon-printed briefs. A nasty crackling sound sluggishly emitted from his backside, and Simon was able to watch as the taut briefs began to slowly tent in the back with a very firm, very knobby load. Inch by inch the rock-solid python squeezed itself out, until a final rasp of flatulence marked its full departure and the log plopped heavily into his underpants. "Bravo, Buster! What a big poopie you made!" Simon mockingly praised, before pulling back on the waistband to peek inside. "Shoo-wee! That's one smelly doodie that you got in there. Guess we better get your big sister to take care of you. Luckily, we have just the thing for a baby that still messes in his pants." Buster was left panting and wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm. He was torn about what Simon had in mind; it would be humiliating, but wouldn't there also be a good chance that his sister would recognize how wrong this was? She wouldn't change him like a toddler, and she'd be highly suspicious of the giant diaper that Simon had brought along; she wouldn't just go with it! "Go find your sister, Buster. Let her know that you had a potty accident, and that you need help getting cleaned up. I'm sure she'll understand." Simon had a knowing grin, but Buster was too frazzled to recognize it. Given permission to leave, Buster would awkwardly waddle out of his bedroom and he would head down the hall to where his sister's room was. It was difficult to walk normally when he had such a heavy dump in his briefs, and he even kept his fingers on the waistband, just to make sure the weight had no chance of dragging them down his hips. Timidly, Buster knocked at her door: "Layla? Are you in there? I...I need some help..." As he stood there and waited, he kept imagining what he might say and how he might explain his current predicament, but it was as hard to describe as it was to believe. The mental rehearsal was a moot point anyways, and a waste of his time, because he would soon discover that he had no ability to go off the loose script he'd been given. Simon had sent him here to ask for a bumchange, and that would be the only topic he was capable of discussing. It was the same reason he had gone to the girl's room instead of trying to escape, because he couldn't break the directions that he had been given. The door opened and his teenage sister glowered down at the mostly bare boy with a look that was caught between confusion and irritation. "What do you want, Buster? Why aren't you dressed?" "W-well, uh, I...I pooped my pants. I need a change, because my butt is all icky and stinky." He childishly whined, presenting himself exactly as Simon had intended. Buster would have expected disgust and shock; he expected that his sister wouldn't just deny his request, but that she would shout at him and ask what the hell he was doing. He actually *wanted* that aggressive response, because then it would be a bigger wrench in whatever horrible things that Simon was playing. It didn't exactly go that way though. The girl sighed and she shut her door behind her as she exited into the hallway. "Seriously? Don't you want to be a big boy, Buster? Is using the potty really that hard?" Before he could react to her unsatisfying reaction, she was grabbing his shoulder and turning him to look at the back of his briefs. The girl sighed again, more exasperated this time, and gave the solid lump a gentle pat. "Oh, Buster... This is ridiculous. Come on, let's go get you cleaned up." She started to lead him back to his room and Buster was mentally panicking about how the scenario had played out. His sister was acting annoyed, but not surprised, which didn't bode well for her helping him. She was talking to him like he was still in preschool, instead of being in fifth grade. Simon was still waiting in his room whenever Buster returned; the smug assailant was sitting calmly at the desk, as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Oh, good! You found her." Layla looked over at her brother's bed and spotted the huge diaper that Simon had brought with him, along with powder and wipes. "I think we better forget about the underwear for today. Mom has enough going on without you having an accident at the fair." Buster blinked and looked between his sister and Simon, wondering why she didn't seem to even acknowledge that he was in there with them. She was acting as if the diaper was something that belonged in here, as if she would have already anticipated that her brother could be made to wear one. Simon smiled and leaned back, "Sounds good for little baby Buster. The little oinker can't keep himself clean, especially whenever he's eating too much. Does that sound familiar, Buster?" Layla still didn't appear to recognize that Simon was there, as if he was a spectre, or perhaps more accurately, a *spectator*. She let go of her brother's hand and began to set a place on his bed to change him. The way that Simon was insinuating a deeper meaning was enough to bring a fresh chill to Buster's spine. He didn't know how Simon could possibly know something like that, since it hadn't been an issue for years now. When he had been a little younger, he'd had an embarrassing 'soiling' problem; he would eat more than he could handle, and his bowels would give out on him at the table. Usually it would just be enough to stain his briefs and require minimal cleanup, but sometimes it had been a full load, much like what was sagging his seat right now. The only people that knew that were people in his own family and a couple of members in the Big Boy's Club. Had someone really sold him out to such a degrading degree? "Okay, Buster. Let's get those stinky things off, okay?" His sister said, grabbing the sides of his briefs and slowly starting to slide them down his legs. "...Okay, and step out of them, slowly..." Even when he *had* been a bit of a pantspooper, he hadn't usually needed assistance in cleaning himself up. He'd certainly not gotten any help from his sister; the older girl hadn't participated in such a trial since the boy was still in diapers. The only explanation for her behavior was that Simon had gotten to her too, and that he'd worked this little trick on her as well. In Layla's case though, the brainwashing had been more direct. Simon had altered her opinion of her brother, and her memory of their history. Simon had also told her to forget that he was there, and that she wouldn't be capable of seeing or hearing him; to Layla, she really thought it was just her and her sibling in here. While Buster was still standing, she carefully balled up the undies and put them on the towel that she'd set to be the changing mat. She then directed him to bend over his bed, so that she could wipe his bottom without making a mess. It made the husky boy feel like a toddler that had fudged his training pants! Once she got him clean, she told him to lay on the towel, and she prepared the diaper. Buster's nose scrunched up, since his head ended up right near where the messy undies had been placed, and he shuddered as she heavily powdered him. "Lift your legs, Buster." She commanded, to which he readily obeyed; she slid the diaper under his bottom and began to fold the wings forward. Once his round rump had settled against the foreign padding, Buster was able to get a feel for just how thick this diaper was. It didn't seem like much of an exaggeration to say it was like sitting on a pillow. Simon watched while the diaper was taped into place, and clapped mockingly once the change had been fully completed. "Great job, great job! You should be happy that you have such a caring sister, Buster." That so-called caring sister pointed at the poopy undies and told Buster that it would be his responsibility to dispose of them, while also mentioning that she would soon be heading to the fair. Very soon, it was again just Simon and Buster in the room. Buster was picking up the messy briefs and heading toward the trash, but then Simon spoke up. "Not so fast. I think those might be useful for the fun we'll have at the fair today. Well, the fun that *I'll* have."