Story #136: Taking the 'L' (Part Two)

Story #136: Taking the 'L' (Part Two) (The second part of 'Taking the L') (Content Tags: Messy diaper, swim diaper, public humiliation, supernatural entity) "I d-didn't poop my swimsuit!" He cried out, cheeks aflame from the mortifying experience he was entrenched within. "Yeah, but what about your swim diaper? That looked like a whole lotta bubbles for there to be nothing. Unless you're hidin' a jacuzzi down there." The 'helper' smirked. The kids around were mixed in their reaction. Some laughed, some teased, and some look plain disgusted at the idea that the little boy had soiled himself while not too far away from them. Even with the swim diaper masterfully containing the torpedo that he'd squeezed out, there was still a sense of grossness in the idea. "Told you he was wearin' a diaper!" One kid chirped to his friend. "I can't believe they made him put one on! That means he's gone in his pants before like a baby!" Another giggled. "Get him outta the big kid pool! We don't want any dumb poo-poo babies in here!" A younger child added with vitriol on their tongue. The kids who had gotten around the policy by simply being accident-free for more than a year, or whose parents had vouched for them even if that wasn't true, were looking down on Skip from their ivory towers. The kids who weren't so lucky, but who at least didn't have a steamer bulging their seat out, were a little more quiet on the matter on average, but there were hypocrites too. "Sorry Skippy, but it's my job to make sure you follow the pool rules. I gotta check your diapee." Jiro cooed, pointing for him to ascend the ladder out of the pool. Skip looked aghast, not only from the idea of being checked by a kid his own age (who was also diapered!) But from the idea of pooping his pants in the first place. How could he have let this happen? He was a big boy wasn't he? What kind of big boy fudged in a diaper? "Come on, don't make me go get a grown up. They'll just be mad." Skip quietly groaned and drifted over to the ladder with reservations about the whole thing. As he climbed out, the weight inside his diaper was no longer in the supportive environment of the water, and thus it pulled down under gravity's oppressive wave. With his swim trunks soaked and dripping from the pool, they also stuck tightly to his body, which pronounced the bulk of the diaper and the knobby lump that he'd created inside. "I can totally see his diaper!" A girl announced. "Oh yeah? I think I can see his poopie!" Another child cackled, pointing at the back with a broad grin. "Ewwwww!" Jiro wasn't far behind to go up the ladder, and he was delighted at how 'swimmingly' everything was going thus far. It was a perfect amount of humiliation for the crime committed, or it was at least thematically fitting. If he was going too far, then his powers wouldn't be continuing to work on Skip and his reality, or there'd at least be some pushback. With Skip now standing outside the pool with his arms crossed, Jiro made his way behind the boy. "Maybe it's a false alarm, but we have to be sure. Poopy diaper boys don't belong in the big kid pool." "Well, can we at least go back to the changing rooms?" Skip didn't seem to realize the word humor contained within the question, and even if he'd meant it as it had come to sound, Jiro didn't yet plan to let him escape the load in his britches. "We don't even know if you need a change yet!" Jiro chuckled, understanding what Skip really meant, but not willing to let him have any privacy. "Now let's take a look..." Instead of just pulling back the waistband, Jiro yanked the swimming trunks all the way down to Skip's ankles, which showed off the large diaper that he'd been put into. If there had been any remaining doubts about what he was wearing, they were now gone; Skip was thickly diapered for the water. "H-hey!" He shrieked in surprise. "We're almost there, just hang tight." Jiro made sure to position the check in such a way that it was highly visible what he was doing. Before going any further though, he grabbed the whistle around his neck and brought it to his lips; he gave the whistle a loud blow and immediately shouted afterward: "POSSIBLE CODE BROWN! RUNNING POO-POO PROTOCOL OVER HERE! GOTTA CHECK FOR NUMBER TWOS!" The blending of what seemed official and what seemed exceptionally childish made everything all the more embarrassing for Skip; it'd only been a small group of eyes on him before too, and now half the people at the pool were probably looking his way. Jiro put his hand down against the backside of the plastic pants that he himself had lent to the boy. He gave the smooth material a gentle caress downward until he reached where the plastic bulged outward and felt warm to the touch. "Tsk...That definitely feels like *something*." It occurred to Skip that if was more forthcoming with the truth, then there probably wouldn't have been any need for things to get this dramatic. He could have quietly confessed what he had done, gotten discreetly cleaned up, and gone to spend the rest of the time here on a pool chair. As Jiro more firmly grasped the lump in his seat, Skip quietly whimpered and acknowledged that he was far past the point of discretion. "Yup, no doubt about it." Jiro nodded his head, taking a quick peek down the back to be sure. The helper let the waistband back into place, but kept his hand firmly holding onto the lump in the back, as if it was a handle. He reached for his whistle with his other hand, but before he could use it, another sloppy fart sputtered inside the diaper, with little input from Skip. "Yuck! You sure are a little mudbutt, aren't you?" "I'm not a mudbutt!" "You're pooping again *right* now." Skip had felt the fart erupt without any control, but he didn't realize he was pinching off another turd until the other boy condescendingly told him. His mouth opened in surprise and Jiro shook his head, as if disappointed in his 'peer'. Jiro blew the whistle again. "CODE BROWN CONFIRMED! POOPY DIAPER RIGHT HERE! GOTTA MOVE TO THE KIDDY POOL!" Skip was mortified and he could hear laughter coming from all around. Jiro pulled his swim trunks back over the dirty diaper and started to lead Skip back to the changing room. He thought that meant he could get cleaned up, but Jiro had something else in mind; something that was actually improvisational and therefore a little sloppy for a reality alteration. In the locker area, Jiro pulled out a small key that he'd just made and unlocked a cabinet that'd only just come into existence. "If you dookie in the pool and lie about it, then there's another penalty for that." He started to explain. "P-penalty? I thought the kiddy pool was the only one..." Jiro shook his head, "You also lied though. So you have to wear a special swimsuit over that pair of doo-doo pants you got." Out of the cabinet came a swimsuit, but it wasn't a pair like he wore. It was a one-piece, which Skip would have first argued was girly, but then he realized that it wasn't meant to debase his gender, but that it was like a onesie to wear in the pool. "I-I can't wear that!" "Think again, stinky. You're definitely gonna wear this, unless you want the pink one with the tutu too?" That got Skip to shut up and comply. It helped that Jiro had made himself an authority that his prey felt compelled to obey. So a few minutes later, Skip was being led back out, wearing a white one-piece that said 'I Pooped in the Public Pool' on the front, so that there was no mistaking what his status was. Jiro led him to the kiddy pool, where it was mostly toddlers splashing about, as well as a few kids who had been condemned there for the same reason that Skip was. The kiddy pool was the place where all the stupid pantspoopers were to be corralled, and thanks to the hyperbolic nature of Jiro's powers, there were more than there should be and they were far worse than they should be too. Before getting in, he could already see patches of bubbles coming from multiple kids and Skip grimaced. The boy could also see his baby brother in there, happily splashing about while in his own swim diaper. "You'll have to be in here until you leave today. Oh, and let me get you some floaties too." "I can swim. Also, isn't the water super shallow in there? I can probably stand!" "Sorry, pool rules. Babies need their water wings, no exceptions." An orange water wing was put onto each arm, and then Jiro forcibly pulled Skip down the steps and into the water. Just like Skip had surmised, the pool was shallow enough for him to stand, even at its deepest, and it barely went above his belly button. Skip scowled, "Why don't *you* have to swim in here? This diaper I got is from you! You're wearing one right now!" Jiro frowned from the inconsistency being pointed out and silently cursed the boy. He'd put himself in one for this form to make it easier to get Skip in one, and if he was being honest, he found the idea of wearing one kind of interesting. The sprite hadn't carefully considered how that might lead to a hole in the internal logic of the reality he'd crafted. Whenever such a hole was noticed, there was whiplash on the 'author' of the reality. "Well...uhh..I..." If Jiro had been faster to concoct a lie that would become a truth, then all would have been well, but this had been unexpected. A massive clutch of bubbles suddenly began to stream up to the surface all around Jiro's backside and he winced as he realized that he was taking a huge dump in his own swim diaper, not even six inches away from Skip. "You're totally pooping yourself!" Skip swiftly accused, pointing a finger at the waves of bubbles coming up. Jiro looked initially upset, but decided that he could deal with a little shame. This hadn't been part of the plan, but he could still work with it, even with a giant warm blob in the back of his diaper. If nothing else, this would keep him close to his quarry. "Y-yeah, which is why I gotta stay in the kiddy pool too. Rules are rules, even for helpers." "Not gonna blow the whistle on yourself?" Skip growled, folding his arms. "It isn't against the rules to poop while in the kiddy pool. It's expected. I didn't lie either, mister fibber." Jiro stuck his tongue out. With all the commotion, Thatcher had noticed his big brother and had paddled his way over to see him. "Hi Skippy! Dat's a funny swimsuit!" Skip was glad that Thatcher was too young to read yet, but the glorified onesie really accentuated the diaper underneath, so there wasn't any escaping that from being noticed. "Hi Thatch. Y-yeah, it isn't really mine..." "Your big brother made a big, icky poopie in his swimsuit, so now he gets to join you in here!" Jiro helpfully informed. "I'm sorry, in his *swim diaper*, would be more accurate." Thatcher's mouth hung open in total shock. His big brother was wearing a diaper too? And he'd made a boom-boom in it? It was beyond anything that the toddler could have imagined was possible; Skip had always seemed so grown up to him, but apparently he was every bit as baby as Thatcher was! "Really?! Wow! We're diapee brudders!" The tot chirped, much to Skip's aggravation. "N-no, that's not... Nevermind." The boy sighed, trying to just calm down, now that he was already stuck in the baby zone. There was no need to cause an even greater scene, he was sure he'd already be hearing enough about all this later. Jiro smirked at the scene, happy to see that Skip was being appropriately punished for his prank. He wondered if the little boy understood the poetic irony of it; taking one letter off the sign had made things spell out 'public poo', and Skip had certainly done that now. Though there was still some time left to get an encore performance from him. Meanwhile, the sprite was coming around on his own befouled bathing suit; he usually preferred to simply laugh at the potty humor he casted upon others, and to soak up their shame, but this wasn't necessarily the first time he'd had to put himself in the same situation. There'd been the older kid at the daycare, the cruel babysitter, the kid who made fun of the special ed dummy... This would go into that select handful of times that he'd had to put himself through the same thing as his victim. Speaking of dummies, Skip was taking stock of his fellow kiddy pool inhabitants. The largest percentage went to those who actually were the right age to be in here: toddlers and very little kids that either couldn't swim or couldn't be trusted to keep their trunks clean. Then there were some older kids, but by the look of them, they were mentally toddlers themselves. That's where the most bubbles were getting made, and with the shallower water, there was more power and noise to the eruptions. The swim diapers looked significantly thicker than his was too, which gave Skip something small to latch onto as a silver lining to this. It barely helped when taking into consideration that he felt like he was wading in a giant toilet; how else was he supposed to feel? When everyone inside, including him, was sporting a pantload or two? Skip tried to make the most of it, by playing with whoever was interested, but every encounter would end with his own disgust at their shameless deposits. Kids from the normal pool would occasionally pass by on foot, while on their way to other parts of the pool or to pick up their sibling, and they'd of course laugh at the sight. Skip didn't blame them at all. If he were on the other end, then he'd be laughing his butt off too! It was objectively comedic gold, but he was the subject, and that was the lame part. Eventually, his older sister would come by. She hadn't been far, but she'd had her nose in a book while she lounged at her chair; with so many lifeguards on duty, she hadn't been very concerned with her brothers. Fortunately for Skip at the time, she had been in the restroom whenever the big announcement about his accident had been broadcasted by the loudmouth who now bathed beside him. That fortune was less shining now that she'd come and caught sight of him. "...Skippy? Why are you in the kiddy pool and why are you wearing that? What happened to your swim trunks?" Jiro had been freestyling things a lot since the initial accident, as was his mode of operation, and now would be no exception. It was less often he got to flex his abilities of retconning, and now with an idea in his head, he decided to run with it. "Skippy here had a major blowout in his bathing suit, so we had go get him something else to wear, and a bigger diaper too." "H-huh? What are you talking about?" The boy furrowed his brow, but as he did, his own memories felt different than they had been a moment ago. Skip could remember it happening. He'd gotten out of the pool to get his diaper checked, and when Jiro was about to do it, Skip had nuked his pants with pudding. He could remember getting cleaned up and changed, with Jiro helping, and being given a much thicker diaper to wear, just like the dummies had on. While he could now remember this, he could also remember what had really happened, which served to confuse the heck out of him. "Skippy! I can't believe you..." Fallon groaned, "Now you'll probably have to wear them here all Summer! And mom and dad will probably make me change you too, as if one smelly butt wasn't enough with Thatch..." "Yeah, they're pretty strict about it. He'll probably have to be in the kiddy pool mostly." Jiro nodded with a smirk, "Though if his diaper is thick enough, they might let him have some time in the big boy pool too..." "Fallon! Don't tell mom and dad! It was just one accident, they don't need to hear about it... I-I'll just play at the park while you and Thatcher come to the pool, so I won't even have to wear a dumb diaper!" The teenager looked down at him with her hands on her hips, "This isn't like you peeing the bed, Skippy. If you're pooping yourself, in the pool or not, then you better believe your butt will be back in diapers. You think mom will just keep buying you underpants to ruin?" From her angle, it would also be way easier to change a dirty diaper than to deal with the same mess in briefs. "It won't happen again, I swear! This is the only time--" Skip stopped midsentence and looked to lose control as a violent rumbling of bubbles shot their way to the surface of the water behind him. "Skippy, you better not be going right now." "I-I'm not...It was just a fart...I can...mmph.." An even larger volume rose as he ripped one of the most powerful farts he'd ever had; the sheer force of the gaseous release was enough to make him scrunch up his face. "You're not doing a very good job of convincing me that you don't need to wear a diaper. If you have to make a number two, then get out of the pool and go use the toilet!" Even if that was an option at this point, it would be far too much effort to remove the one-piece and the diaper; he'd never make it under such circumstances. His cheeks got red, mostly out of embarrassment, and another round of flatulence disrupted the water he was submerged in. "If you poop yourself again, then I am *absolutely* going to tell mom and dad about it. Is this another one of your stupid jokes? Because it isn't funny!" It was no joke, but Skip also wasn't about to give up so easily. He quickly made his way out of the kiddy pool, while clenching his buttcheeks as hard as the giant diaper would allow him. He was power walking with a distinct waddle, and while he heard people laughing at him, he didn't care. His eyes were on the prize. Jiro also had his eyes on the prize. It was time for the big finale! With one more adjustment to reality, he made it so the snack bar was announcing that they were giving out free ice cream. Of course that resulted in all the kids getting out of the pool to line up, and that'd give a perfect audience for what Skip was about to do. The desperate boy had to awkwardly weave between the excited children, and every step brought farts that were wetter and louder than the last. He made one last attempt to increase his speed and heard the loud shriek of a whistle being blown. "No running around the pool!" That was it for him. The sudden surprise made him just barely unclench, and that allowed the pressure in his bowels to win over him. He buckled his knees together and shuddered, growing tense as a noisy crackling came from his backside; the crackling got louder and faster as he pushed out more and more, the back of the glorified onesie bulging out with hot heft. Skip was standing right next to the line of kids, so everyone got to watch and listen to him making a mockery of himself. His bowel movement became less firm as it went on and then he was starting to squat and splatter his seat with mushy droppings. The collective cries of bemused disgust and the jeers of cruel mockery were deafening. Some of the kids, who had arrived after his initial humiliation, even recognized him from school! Even with this being the start of Summer vacation, he knew they'd give him trouble over it when school started back up. Jiro beamed at his handiwork and decided to leave the rest up to fate. Skippy had been appropriately punished for his misdeed, so the sprite's work was done. He made a mental note to check back in on the boy throughout the next few months, but otherwise it was time to find a new target. What a delightful job he had!