Tale #119: You Should Be Ashamed (Part 2)

Tale #119: You Should Be Ashamed (Part 2) (Part 6 to the 'XP Waste' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy and wet diapers, humiliation, teasing, intentionally soiling) Joshua was less than satisfied with the direction that the evening was set to take. It was Friday, which meant he should be able to enjoy himself and cut loose online, but the mood has been totally soured by the presence of the hag who was to babysit him. He had a clean diaper on now, but he didn't feel very comfortable wearing it in front of the woman. Not after she had bit into him with all of her self-righteous venom about how he was far too old to be wearing one. Even the Goodnites, which he'd tried to switch gears with, would have been uncomfortable to wear with her in the house. He knew his mother was just making do with the options that she'd had, and being single-income, the allure of a 'free' babysitter for the evening had been too tantalizing to ignore. His mother left shortly after changing him and Joshua stayed in his room. It felt reasonable that she should leave him to his own devices, since wouldn't that make 'babysitting' him all the easier? The crone walked out of the room with his mother, so he hoped that she wouldn't be coming back up. The boy plopped back down in his office chair and spun to face his monitor once more. He lazily typed a reply to Brent, letting him know that they'd be on for a playdate tomorrow, and then he logged back onto his character. Embittered by the souring of his evening, he focused that spite by moving his avatar into the wilderness to hunt and 'pwn' unsuspecting noobs. The demonic ruins were a nice hotspot to find prey. He'd chuckle as the white dots came into view on his minimap, before the actual character model came within the draw distance to be rendered. There was always some noob with a halberd, who was safespotting the demons. Mercilessly, Joshua would cast ice barrage on them and them and then switch to his poisoned dragon dagger to dump his spec-bar on them. It wasn't about the loot, since they didn't have much to drop. They'd have scant supplies and shoddy earnings from the demons. This was about flexing, from the little kid in a diaper, who was feeling particularly small from the rude words of a mean, old crone. It helped in a somewhat therapeutic way. He stopped thinking about how embarrassed he'd felt and instead was riding the adrenaline of PKing in the wildy. One after another, lower-level players fell to his might, and his obnoxious 'wit'; Joshua furiously typed childish insults in the chat whenever he sent them back to Lumbridge. After a solid hour of playing, his bladder was starting to feel full again. His control and capacity had degraded since his diapered decline, so he couldn't hold it as long as a normal kid his age could. He dribbled pretty often these days, not that it mattered with him always having some padding on. He wouldn't have had a second thought about just letting loose, if not for his 'babysitter' who had already been quite pointed in her denouncement of his lazy lifestyle. However, he knew he wouldn't be able to properly put the diaper back on if he tried taking it off to go pee. It felt like a real conundrum. Pee his pants and be chastised, or pee in the potty and then be unable to tape his diaper back on? The answer was pretty obvious that he should prove his maturity and capability, but he was already playing his game, and his character was in a rather precarious spot. Logging out in the wilderness would mean having to log back in the wilderness, and that ran the very real risk of an ambush. As he pondered it, his body was making the choice for him. The front of the diaper started to feel warm and he realised that his bladder was emptying on its own accord. Unsurprisingly too, since he'd spent so long on the deliberation. The boy internally shrugged and instead tried to enjoy the feeling of the rapidly dampening diaper. Dealing with the old hag would be a problem for later, he had noobs to destroy right now. Later would come more quickly than he'd anticipated though. He didn't feel like he'd been playing that long before he heard the gravelly call of his so-called babysitter, beckoning the boy to come eat his supper. He pretended not to hear her, since he was doing a run back to the Mage Arena to bank his ill-gotten gains. He'd only just stowed it all, when the door to his room opened sharply. "You got something in your ears, boy? I've been hollering at you that it's time for supper! Get off your chair and come wash up!" Mrs. Graham stood there with her wrinkled hands on her hips and a sour look on her face. Joshua knew now was not the time to be taking any stands against her, not if he wanted to avoid being throttled by her fury. "Okay, okay...I'll be right there..." He groaned as he logged out of his account and swiveled around in his chair. He got up and the diaper sagged ever-so-slightly from the soaking he had given it a little while ago. The yellow stain was very subtle, so the hag's eyesight didn't cut the mustard to catch it. She led the way back down to the kitchen and Joshua waddled behind her dutifully like a little baby duckling. He deviated from that path to stop by the restroom to wash his hands, and looked insulted that she followed him in and watched as he rinsed up. She dryly reminded him to use soap, and that he should be counting to twenty before removing his hands from underneath the stream of the faucet. He turned to leave, after drying his hands, and he could already smell that dinner wasn't going to be all that spectacular. His mother had offered to leave money for pizza, but the crabby crone had insisted on cooking something, and it didn't smell tasty at all. Joshua went to sit at his chair, but felt the woman's hand on his shoulder. "Hold your horses there. I need to make sure you're not about to sit down in anything." At first he thought she meant something in his chair, which he thought was strange, but then she pulled out the back of his diaper. "...No number twos, good." His cheeks got bright red and before he could even whine, she was putting her finger in the legcuff of his soggy diaper. "You tinkled again though. You were probably too distracted by that computer video game." She let him sit down and he just looked away, since he was unwilling to offer any commentary or insight on the 'accident'. She wasn't completely wrong, though she sounded positively ancient by scapegoating in the way that only a senior could. "Your mama said that these have been accidents, which means that you're still expected to go sit your butt on the toilet, am I right? You should think long and hard about using the toilet like a big kid tonight, because I don't like changing diapers on kids that should be long out of them." "...Okay... Yes ma'am..." Joshua mumbled, torn on whether it'd be more embarrassing or not to have to ask for help with using the bathroom or just going in his pants. It wasn't even six quite yet, and he'd be stuck with his neighbor until ten, so he would undoubtedly need to use the toilet a few times while she was here. A couple or a few times just to pee, and probably twice to poo, with how much more regular he'd become in the last several months. He couldn't hold either the whole time either; his control had diminished too far for that. The woman placed a glass of milk at the table for him and then a plate of food. Joshua immediately recoiled from the look of it: boiled chicken, brussel sprouts, and couscous. It was like a meal made in hell! It immediately reminded him of the rotten mush that a ghast would turn his sharks into in Mort Myre swamp! He instinctively pushed the plate away from himself. "I'm not hungry..." The woman scowled and pushed the plate back toward him. "You will eat every bite of that meal I made for you. Your mama might let you eat whatever you want, but when I'm in charge, little boys eat whatever gets cooked for them." He prodded at the chicken with his fork, "...It looks so gross. I need ketchup at least." "You don't need to smother everything in sugar." Mrs. Graham chided, "Now stop fussing and start eating." Joshua poked at a brussel sprout and grimaced. How was he supposed eat this garbage? And without even some sauce to mask the flavor? It was inhumane! He looked up at the woman to see if he could get some sympathy, but she just had her arms crossed. He decided to start with the chicken. It may look bland as heck, but it was the least offensive of the things on his plate right now. It was painfully dry, so he began to mix in some of the couscous with his forkful, and even then he still needed to drown the concoction with hearty gulps of milk. He had to get a refill halfway through! It was to eat without joy. The food didn't taste good and the textures were all wrong for his sensitive little palate. After all that suffering, there was still the matter of the brussel sprouts; they looked slimy, and he knew they'd be disgustingly bitter. The last time he had tried them, he had about puked. Another issue arose when he was finishing the last of the dense couscous; there was a gurgling down below, which was an indication of only one thing: he had to poop again. After some fidgeting and rolling a brussel sprout around on his plate, he put down his fork and looked up. "I have to go to the bathroom." "You haven't cleaned your plate yet." "Yeah, but I gotta make a number two." "You're not going anywhere until you eat your greens. Just finish up and I'll take you to the toilet." The boy looked frustrated at that. Was she really going to be so obstinate about this? He needed to take a dump and she was setting completely unreasonable conditions. "But I gotta go *badly*." He insisted, "I'm about to poop my pants." "Then you should eat those sprouts quickly. You're almost ten years old, you should be able to hold it long enough. You're not a little baby, are you? Do you want me to mash your vegetables up?" Joshua got red and he glowered back at the plate in front of him. He picked up a brussel sprout on his fork and licked it; he immediately blanched and gagged, having to take a gulp of milk to rid himself of the flavor. "Ewww! That's so gross! I can't eat this!" "Just hold your nose. Better hurry, because I'll be mad if I'm the one having to hold my nose." She didn't sound particularly impressed by his childish reaction. He groaned and wiggled in his chair; the cramps in his belly were getting more painful now. There was little choice but to rip a fart against the bottom of his chair, just to alleviate some of that pressure. "Don't break wind at the dinner table, that's *very* impolite." Joshua was pretty sure that crapping his Pampers would be a lot less polite and he was barreling that way fast. "I told you I have to use the bathroom! I'm about to poop my pants!" The woman frowned, "You'd better not. You're plenty capable of holding it in and finishing your dinner. You're not a toddler, are you?" "...No..." He murmured in defeat. Joshua just sat there, feeling in between a rock and a hard place. The brussel sprouts were far too vile to choke down, and even if he pinched his nose to negate the taste, it would then be the texture that made him want to spew. She wouldn't let him up if he didn't eat them though, and she'd get mad if he pooped his pants too. What to do? His initial plan of flying under the radar while she was here, that wasn't going to cut it. She was forcing his hand toward disobedience by giving these ridiculous standards for him. She was hardly even a real babysitter! She was just the old neighborhood witch that had happened to be here when his mom needed help. He winced at the pain in his belly and made his decision because of it. If she wanted to play games, then he'd play right back. Joshua lifted his padded rump off his chair and started to push. Mrs. Graham furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes behind those thick glasses. "...What are you doing?" "Mmmph! Taking a big crap in my pants, since you won't let me use the toilet." He grunted, giving her a smug look as his face reddened. "Young man, that better just be a joke. And you better watch your language or I'll wash your mouth out with soap." Joshua grunted some more and passed gas again, "S-sorry... I'm making a big 'poo-poo' in my 'diapee'." He corrected himself, talking like a baby to drive the point home. He knew it was nearly too late to turn back. The large steamer was already turtle-heading and his control was too sloppy to reasonably hold back from that position. The old crone looked furious at her young charge,"If you want to act like a big baby, then I'll treat you like one. Do I make myself clear?" As if to spite her, Joshua put his thumb in his mouth and pretended to suck on it. He gave a final big push and the smelly solid surged out into his diaper with a wet crackle; it collided and spread itself in the back of his soggy garment, and he could feel the mess getting larger with each moment. "Did you just make in your pants?" She sounded disgusted, but the question was mostly rhetorical; she was already pretty sure that the little blond had messed himself in front of her. Joshua pushed it all out and sat back down on the fresh mudpie he'd just cooked up. He offered her nothing but a smug, yet admittedly nervous smile. "I told you I had to poop."