Story #131: From a Puff to Puffypants

Story #131: From a Puff to Puffypants (A sequel to Story #115: 'Don't You DARE!') (Content Tags: Diaper punishment, messy and wet diapers, humiliation, baby punishment, diaper check, diaper change, squishing) "I don't think you were paying attention, baby bro. I figured that you could at least follow along with VeggieTales! Going by this, I think you might embarrass yourself in Sunday school tomorrow morning." Oh yeah, *that* was the thing that he'd find to be embarrassing. His lack of biblical knowledge was definitely the deciding factor for his honor, not the bulky babypants or his shit-caked buttcheeks. Cooper had failed Duane's little post-show quiz. He'd gotten a couple of easy answers right, but his mind had honestly been wandering too much to soak any of the lessons in. Between the cheap CGI, the corny humor, and the wholesome message, Cooper probably wouldn't have been able to focus even if he wasn't in a messy diaper. "Come on, Duane. I don't want to watch this crap. Just c-change me already." The younger brother's face got as red as the fire engine he now had in his toy box. He despised having to say that. How humiliating it was to be in such a position, where he had to ask to get his dirty diaper changed. No boy his age would be able to ask that without dying inside. "Change you? Are you telling me that you made *poopies* in your *diapee*?" Duane condescendingly cooed down at the younger boy, raising an eyebrow and expecting for Cooper to fess up to what was already blatantly obvious. Duane had been here when he'd done it, and the teenager had even returned to the living room with changing supplies! "Cut it out, Duane. You already know." "Know what? I think you need to tell me." Cooper groaned and glared down at the carpet. "I crapped in my pants, and I need a new diaper. I pissed myself too." The teenager clicked his tongue and bent down, "That's a real potty-mouth you have, little man. I think you should be more careful, unless you want me to wash it out with soap. Now, let's just do *this* for now..." Duane plucked the dangling pacifier that was hanging from Cooper's ironic DARE shirt and he popped it right between the boy's lips. "Just keep that in for now and maybe you won't have to chomp down on a bar of soap. In the meantime, I think I need to check your diaper. Stand up." Cooper knew the soap was no idle threat. His household was rife with such old-school punishments, and he had zero interest in dealing with that one. The taste of soap made him feel positively ill; he could remember having it done to him in elementary school, and he'd actually pooped his pants from how queasy he'd gotten. The shame of sucking on the pacifier was preferable to something that'd actually be physically unpleasant. Cooper kept the pacifier between his lips and slowly started to stand up to get his diaper unnecessarily checked. The garment, which was already too big on him, was sagging low from all that he'd given it. The swollen front was stained a dull yellow, which extended underneath him and up the back of the seat; then there were the muddy brown splotches that'd stained through the inadequate garment as well. To anyone with eyes or a nose, Cooper desperately needed a diaper change. Ears could be added to that list too, since his every movement was a symphony of gross sounds straight out of a nursery. That wouldn't stop Duane from being thorough. And thorough he was, not for purpose of diligence, but to really rub it in what his brother's status now was. Duane checked him in multiple ways, making snide comments as he did; finger in the legband, a squeeze in front and back, sniff the back, pull the waistband out... "Wow, you really put this thing to the test. I think I need to talk to mom about getting you better diapers than this. But have you *completely* used it? These things aren't cheap..." Duane mockingly weighed the back of the diaper in his palm, before actively pushing the pantload to mash against Cooper's bottom. That was still a rule that Duane was sticking by; no changes unless the current diaper was at full usage. Cooper had narrowly avoided leaking several times because of this stupid rule. The boy cringed as he felt the warm pile being pushed up against him, but he didn't stop sucking on his pacifier. "Pretty full, but not completely full. Besides, I said you had to pass my quiz to get a change, didn't I? You didn't completely fail, but you didn't pass either." Duane gave the crinkly garment a firm pat. "I think I can give you a second chance though. We can just rewatch the part you messed up on. We have enough time before you have to go beddy-bye. First though, why don't you go grab yourself a ba-ba from the fridge? I know you love your binky, but you must be pretty thirsty after making so much tinkle in your Pampers." If Cooper wasn't so sure that the older boy would absolutely whoop his ass, then those would be fighting words. Since he was just a scrawny runt though, the boy hung his head and cautiously waddled his stinky butt to the kitchen. His brother was basically a full-grown man by now, and his domineering mother towered over him too; Cooper was hopelessly eclipsed in size and strength. He would return with a baby bottle full of chocolate milk and Duane seemed satisfied with the choice. "Okay, so I hit rewind on the tape. You need to pay better attention this time." The teen was seated on the couch now, with the remote next to him. "In fact, I think I need to keep a closer eye on you, to make sure that you're focusing." Duane reached over and pulled the diapered boy over to sit on his knee like a toddler. Cooper spat out the pacifier once he felt his diaper make a very squishy contact with his brother's knee. Duane kept his hands on Cooper's shoulders to balance the straddling boy. "H-hey! What's the big idea?!" Duane bucked his knee and gave the boy a small bounce. "I'm about to start the tape again, Cooper. If you want a change, then you need to watch it; also, you better finish your ba-ba before it's over. That gives you about ten minutes." As degrading as the situation had become, and as much as Cooper wanted to fight back, he knew better than that. Duane wouldn't give him such terse directions without fully intending that they be followed to the letter. If Cooper wanted to avoid any further discipline, then he had to suck it up and play the game. In this case, that meant hastily sucking down a baby bottle while being bounced on his brother's knee. Cooper focused all of his attention on the screen, so he could properly pass the quiz and get that change. He drank from the bottle constantly, slurping down as much as he could bear, while being gently bounced on his mushy tushy. The milk tasted a little funny, which Cooper had grown used to; the premade bottles in the fridge were made with some additives in mind, to help with the unpottytraining process. All the bouncing and drinking was making his gut gurgle; it would appear that he hadn't fully concluded his 'business' from earlier. Becoming much more regular during the punishment had been a surprise at first, but he'd been pretty quick to realize that it was to make him use his diapers more frequently; wearing the diapers was only a tiny part of the punishment, to really be sent back to babyhood, he had to be filling them multiple times a day. Cooper really wanted to avoid shitting himself while getting bounced on his brother's knee; there was already more embarrassment than he could tolerate from being in a poopy diaper, another soiling would only compound that feeling. Clenching was impossible like this. His seat was loaded, his crack filled, and he was constantly in motion. It was a futile effort to try to stop things, and to show this, little farts started to slip out while being bounced. He groaned behind the nipple of the baby bottle, wincing as he could feel a little bit of poop coming out too. "Uh-Oh! Cooper the pooper is about to strike again!" Duane laughed, "You're just like a baby in a bouncer..." A louder, more juicy fart sputtered to life, loudly reverberating in his packed seat and the boy twisted his face up. He couldn't hold it back any more, there was just no way! The boy squinted his eyes shut and he stopped trying to hold things back. Several mushy lumps plopped into his diaper, one by one, being deposited with uncontrollable flatulence between each one. As quickly as they went into his diaper, they were mashed and smeared by the bouncing that had grown more intense. A fresh warmth spread all over his rump and underneath him, coating the bottom of his family jewels in the process. It was a truly demoralizing feeling, and he was powerless to stop it. "Squish, squish, squish! Is the baby done doing his poopies? His diapee better not leak." Duane was sing-songy about it, but he also sounded pretty serious, which Cooper found hypocritical in this instance. Cooper finally drained the bottle of its last drop, and just in time, because the tape again came to an end. Duane stopped bouncing the boy and turned the TV off, "Okay, let's hope you do better this time. First things first though, let me take another look at this diapee." As expected, there was another peeling back of the waistband and some exaggerated reactions to what was to be seen. It looked like a bomb full of mud had gone off in the back, which wasn't far off from how it'd felt to Cooper. The staining had grown exponentially worse from all the bouncing and squishing, and the diaper was truly at full capacity now. "Such a stinky, stinky little boy you are. I wonder what those pothead, junkie friends of yours would think if they saw this." Duane teased, letting the waistband go. Cooper blushed and stayed quiet. He personally had an idea what his friends might think if they saw what he'd been reduced to, and he had a funny feeling they wouldn't remain his friends if they *did* see. Who would want to hang out with a big baby that was hauling around cargo in his diaper? Duane would go on to check the baby bottle too, praising Cooper for finishing it all; this close to bedtime meant that Cooper might run into some overnight trouble, which he wasn't yet accustomed to. He'd woken up a little wet once or twice so far, thanks to some diuretics, but the vast majority of his diaper usage had been while he was awake and aware. Cooper was also able to answer the quiz question properly this time, which prompted more praise and the salvation of finally getting his diaper changed. The teen lifted the boy off his knee by the armpits and set him back on the ground, "Okay, go ahead and set the mat up, stinky. I already got the butt-wipes and a tidy didee for you." The younger boy didn't waste any time in getting the changing mat out, and he promptly laid himself down on it. He was sick of the squishy feeling between his buttcheeks and definitely sick of the foul odor that'd been wafting into his nose for the better part of an hour. He really wished that he could at least have the dignity of handling it himself, but at the same time, he knew how awful that would also be. His older brother set the wipes and powder down beside him, as well as a tube of diaper cream. "You sure reek, P.U!" Cooper rolled his eyes and looked off to the side. It annoyed him that Duane took every opportunity to make this worse than it needed to be, all while feeling self-righteous about keeping him on a 'straight path' or whatever crap he'd yap about. "Yeah, yeah, I stink like a skunk in a garbage can. I get it." Duane got a wry smile, "That's an interesting choice of words. Have you been peeking at your new pajamas?" "Pajamas? What are you talking about?" The teen shook his head, "You'll see, soon enough. Let's just focus on getting that poopy diapee changed, hmm? I think you should probably put your binky back in." It was less of a suggestion and more of an order, to which Cooper begrudgingly complied with. In all honesty, sucking on the pacifier did relieve his stress a little bit, and it gave him a perfect excuse to not be exchanging words with 'Dudley Douchebag' over there. The diaper was untaped and the smell grew more pungent, which made both of the brothers wrinkle up their noses. Duane got to work with the baby wipes, "Good thing you're still such a little kid. Makes clean-up a lot easier." That brought warmth back to Cooper's face, but he didn't engage. It wasn't atypical for a boy who was still shy of thirteen to be unblemished by the ravages of puberty, but it still embarrassed him that a lot of his friends had already started to go through such changes. Hearing how it was beneficial to still be so childish, in regards to this baby punishment, only made it more humiliating. Duane balled up the dirty diaper and put it off to the side, making sure to position it where Cooper could still see it. Then he began to unfurl the fresh one and told Cooper to lift his legs. Seeing the contrast of the two diapers was poetic in a way, but it was mostly mortifying. It was a little ironic, since Duane had just been talking about how it was good that Cooper was still a little kid, and yet the garment going under his rump was an *adult* diaper. It was the smallest possible waist size, but it still looked too big on him, and regardless of how well it was taped, it was a miracle that it hadn't leaked either. On came the diaper cream, which made Cooper squirm, and finally was a heavy powdering that made him sneeze. "God bless you." Duane said, taping the diaper tightly around his brother's waist. "Looks like you're all good to go! Just in time to start getting ready for bed." It was barely eight in the evening, but having a baby's bedtime came with the territory of the punishment. Cooper started to stand up and Duane cleared his throat. "Don't forget about your doody-duty, stinky." It was one of the few responsibilities now expected of him, but every time he got a diaper change, he was to toss the offending garment afterwards. It was really just a way to salt the wound and make Cooper think about what he'd done, and picking the hefty ball up, it was hard *not* to think about what he'd done in it. "Good boy! Get that thrown away and then we'll get those pearly whites all brushed up, hmm? Then it'll be time for jammies!" The evening routine had become pretty simple after the first few nights; once he'd stopped fighting it so much, it'd slowly become more palatable. The order wasn't always the same, but the gist was unchanged. He tossed the dirty diaper in the new pail that he'd recently been given, and then he reported to the bathroom where his brother 'helped' him to make sure he was brushing correctly. "I think we'll save your new jammies for tomorrow night. They zip up, and we don't want anything slowing us down in the morning. We wouldn't want to be late to church, would we?" Duane explained once they were back in Cooper's room and the teen was yanking the DARE shirt up and off of him. Cooper imagined that must mean they were footsy pajamas, which put a scowl on his face. "Oh boy, can't wait..." "I think we might be going out to lunch after church tomorrow too, and then mom wanted to go check out a couple of stores. So get some sleep, because tomorrow will be busy, busy, busy!" Duane tucked the boy in and turned the lights off on his way out. The only light to remain was an old nightlight that his brother had dug out of the attic. The boy sighed and tried to get comfortable under the covers, his diaper rustling with each movement. His thoughts were again consumed with how he'd gotten himself into this predicament. One puff and now he had puffy pants.