Tale #70: Faulty Models (Part 2)

Tale #70: Faulty Models (Part 2) (A Sequel to 'Faulty Models') (Content tags: Bleak, domineering mother, jealous brother, humiliation, pantspooping, messy diapers, having to act like a mushbrain, emotional abuse, weight gain) It hadn't been an intentional part of his 'acting', but it had fit the script better than his mother could have ever hoped for. Sitting there with a dumbfounded look on his face and then loudly releasing his bowels into his diaper; what kid would go that far just for a gig? In any other casting call, this shameful display of dirtiness and dumbness would have meant an immediate 'NEXT!' But for a product where the audience was supposed to be just as filthy and moronic? It was perfection; it was deemed 'authentic'. So Julian sat in that chair, with a pile of warm poop underneath his buttcheeks and with fetid fumes that were breaching the material of his overalls. It felt surreal to be in such a state without anyone present seeming to care; they could surely smell him, and they obviously knew what he just did in his pants, but it wasn't worthy of any note besides the benefit it'd given his interview. Any other audition they'd sat through today had probably come with the same sounds and smells that Julian had provided, so it was really more of a baseline prerequisite for him to have made. His mother hadn't had to say a word to him yet to coach him on how to act. He'd learned a long time ago how to read between the lines and follow her lead during these things, though it'd never been like this. She claimed he was a drooling nimrod, so that's the mask he would have to craft, lest he deal with her anger afterwards. He tried to think about what exactly he should be doing to sell such a lie; he hardly ever saw the special kids at school, so he really could only draw from the most brazen of stereotypes. So he allowed himself to drool, and he probed his nose with his finger, all while keeping a vacant-eyed and open-mouthed expression. After twenty minutes of what the industry would typically fall 'sniffing the butt', which considering the product line he was possibly going to be modeling was not a favorable expression, the mess in his diaper was starting to get uncomfortable. He didn't usually have to sit in his own filth for very long after an accident, and unlike the special boy he was pretending to be, he didn't get any enjoyment out of the feeling. The smell was honestly worse, and it made him question how the adults that surrounded him could just tune it out. Then again, he was also much closer to the nuclear payload in his pants, so it made sense that he was in a zone where the stench was stronger. "So, do we have a deal?" Julian suddenly clued back in; he'd been trained by that phrase to know it meant the meeting was nearly over. His mother fancied herself a 'professional' manager, so it was a favorite of hers to bust out. "Julian certainly is promising. He's got the look we need, and he's a good representation of the market we're selling too. I'm most interested to see him in action on the set; most of the talent we've considered so far have been difficult to handle during the shoot." The casting director flipped through Julian's portfolio again. "...But, if his current...*disability* is the result of an unfortunate accident, then it does make me wonder how much of that experience might still shine through. You said he hasn't done any work since the incident?" The woman shook her head, "No, I wanted what was best for my baby, so I let him take a rest after what happened. I'm sure he'll still be excellent on set however; he might be a bit dim, and a tad sloppy, but he's *wonderful* at following orders. Isn't that right, Julian?" Her words were pointed like the barbs on a stingray, and they got right under Julian's skin. She was bitterly chiding him while simultaneously endorsing him for this role; the perky tone didn't hide the threatening subtext either. "D-duhhh...Uh-huh.. Y-yes mommy.." He replied shyly, trying to make his voice sound intentionally bereft of intellect. Nobody else could see past them. The horrible monster and her slave, right in front of them, but cloaked beyond the recognition that could show what was really happening. Something that was equally likely was that they suspected the malice, but just didn't care. This was business to them, and they saw a dozen narcissistic, abusive parents before lunch. "Well, how about this. I'll give the kid a shot and see if he's what we're looking for. I have an open spot for an audition, later this afternoon; you two come back and we'll get him on a stage and see what he can do. See my assistant on the way out and she'll get you set up with the time and place." It was finally time to stand up, and as he did, Julian could feel the load in his diaper shifting nastily around. He'd been squishing around in his own funky filth for half an hour now, and he was beyond ready to get himself out of it. His mother grabbed his hand tightly and led him out of the room; his bowed legs made for a stilted waddle, and the sound of his droppings squishing came with every clumsy step. The assistant, as expected, was waiting out in the lobby for them. She had a schedule card that would give them the time and place for the audition, and that would seem like that would be it, but then his mother got speaking to the woman. His mother did this a lot in the past too, where she'd get chummy with the assistants and secretaries, to both pump information and disseminate platitudes. There was a whole socio-political ecosystem in place for this industry; greasing the right palms and knowing who to talk to was paramount in being successful. "...My boss really liked the authenticity; the diapers are supposed to be for really heavy incontinence, so I think it probably stuck out to him that your son went in his pants like that. I think a few of the other kids did that during their interview too, but not as much as he did." Having to hear that was enough to make Julian want to be struck dead on the spot. It was incredibly humiliating that it had happened, but here it was being talked about as if it was as important as a winning smile or something. After a few more minutes of talking, and a few more minutes of Julian's messy butt starting to itch, and he was finally getting led out of the building. He wanted to question his mother about what all had just transpired. It wasn't the first time she had lied about him to get ahead, but she'd never taken a lie this far before. This wasn't a fib about him having a certain hobby or interest, or about him being younger or older than he was, this was about his mental competence! The question wouldn't need to be asked, as his mom was already starting to explain things as they got back to the car. "You did a good job in there, Julian, but good doesn't mean great. I hope you realize that you have nobody to blame but yourself for this being the only job I could find for you. Normal acting jobs are for boys who listen to their mother, and for boys who don't let themselves go and start messing their pants like a toddler." Speaking of, it was time to address the dirty diaper that Julian had made. It seemed at first that she was just going to make him sit in it for the ride home, but after realizing how bad the smell would be for such a trip, she laid him down in the back to change him. It was a maternal act that lacked all the tenderness and gentleness that it should have been a symbol of. Since she'd been back in his life, she had delegated most of Julian's diapering to either himself or his older brother, since it was a 'dirty job' that she considered to be beneath her. For the sake of this job though, she'd have to at least pretend to be more involved, since Julian wouldn't be expected to be able. Once he was clean, powdered, rediapered, and his overalls were back on, she balled up the diaper and went back toward the entrance to the building to toss it in the trash. Julian took this time to get buckled in and to relish the feeling of freshness. The audition was a few hours away, and he was sure he'd be getting some coaching. Heading back home, his mother took a detour to go through McDonalds. This was extremely irregular! She'd almost never let him eat fast food before, since she was always obsessed with him keeping his figure; he assumed that she was just getting herself a coffee or something, but once she pulled up, she began to order a fair amount of actual food. A couple of Big Macs, plenty of fries, a milkshake, some nuggets... She ordered at least three meals worth of gross, greasy food. After it'd been paid for and they were back on the road, he looked over at her with a quizzical eye. "...I thought I wasn't allowed to eat this kind of stuff?" She didn't even look at him to respond, "When keeping weight off was important to your career. That's not what they're going to care about for this new job; I'm sure you've been eating this trash while I've been away, anyways." There was more to it than that, but she didn't let him in on the secret. She just left it at that and allowed the rest of the trip home to be quiet. His brother was disappointed to hear that none of this food was for him, and Julian was surprised to hear it as well. There was certainly enough food for the three of them to all eat something, but apparently the whole bag was for Julian. He even tried to explain that there was no way he could eat it all, but his mother glared at him and told him that he'd be eating every last bite of it. It ended up being a struggle that felt opposite to the dietary torment he'd suffered in the past; instead of not being allowed to eat enough to feel full, he was being forced to eat beyond feeling full, with his mother expectantly watching. After he was down to still having half a shake and half a burger left, he was pleading with her to let him stop. His belly was aching and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. "Either feed yourself or I'll feed you." The woman told him without an ounce of sympathy for his plight. Julian almost felt like crying as he had to raise the burger back up to his messy lips to take another bite. The feeling in his stomach was volatile and he felt as if he might hurl, but instead, he suddenly felt an immense pressure building in his colon; his rectum filled hastily and a juicy fart sputtered wetly against his thick seat. Instead of chiding him for being vile at the kitchen table, his mother only smiled and encouraged him to continue on with his meal. Julian couldn't with what was brewing down below; he knew he needed to vacate his bowels, and he needed to do it *now*. "Mommy...I really need to use the bathroom...!" He groaned, another gassy eruption rasping sloppily in his diaper, and his greasy hand going underneath him to clench at his bottom. "Just go ahead and go." That was a sweet relief to hear! Julian started to get up from his chair, but then his mother scowled. "Where do you think you're going?" "T-the bathroom? You said I could go..." "You're wearing your bathroom, Julian. You need to get used to it, because you're a 'special boy' now, got it? They'll expect you to not be able to use the regular bathroom for this job, so you need to practice." Was she serious? Him pooping himself during the interview had been a genuine accident that was brought on by his stress and trauma, but now she wanted him to do it on purpose? "Mommy...please...I can do it on the set, but please lemme just use the bathroom at home..." He pleaded, feeling the cramping getting more severe. "You know better than to disobey me. Just because I haven't been around to keep you in check, doesn't mean everything I taught you goes right out the window. Now sit down and finish eating." "B-but...I..." He stammered, talking back more now than he had ever before. Time away from the witch had done well to allow at least a semblance of a spine to form. The woman narrowed her eyes, but then softened that expression and smiled. "If you think you can be a big boy, then why don't you show mommy? Finish eating and if your diaper is still nice and clean, then I'll let you use the potty." It sounded impossible, and from where the woman was standing, it was entirely impossible. With the amount that she was having him eat right now, it was no surprise that his small size was rejecting the last of it. She hadn't necessarily planned for him to need to go so soon, as the hefty lunch was instead a precaution for the later audition, but she wouldn't let a good opportunity to break him to go to waste. "...If you *can't* hold it long enough for that, and if you *do* use your diaper, then you won't be getting a change until we get ready to leave." As far as Julian understood, their audition was still a few hours away, which meant he'd be spending the next two or three hours in his own muck if he failed to control himself. It was a miserable condition to tack onto something that was already so absurd, but that was about as good as he was going to get from the woman. He picked the burger back up and clenched his buttcheeks as much as he could; every attempted bite would lead him closer to certain destruction, but it was also the only path allowed toward salvation too. With another big chomp out of the burger, he started to quickly chew it up, making a hasty mess of his face in the process. "Ah, ah, ah. Hold on just a minute. I don't have a bib for you, so we'll need to take those overalls off; I don't want them getting dirty before we leave." His mother informed, forcing the boy to stand up out of his chair, so that she could slowly unclip his buttons. It felt like an intentional tactic to delay him, and it very well could mean the difference between success and failure. Having to stand up also jostled his bowels, and he helplessly ripped a big fart while he stood there. It blasted wetly into his now visible diaper and his mother gave him a condescending pat on the crinkly rear. "Uh-oh! I hope that wasn't it. Surely you haven't already lost control of yourself?" She so coyly put. "N-no ma'am..." The boy muttered in return, stepping out of his overalls and sitting his puffy butt back down at the kitchen table. He didn't feel anything squishing underneath him, so it appeared that he was still in the game here. He reached for his shake and started to take a thirsty gulp; by now, the shake wasn't very thick, so he was able to start making real progress on finishing it with slurp upon slurp. The flatulence was out of control by this point though; intermittently his diaper was being peppered by toots of varying sounds and lengths. The cup finally felt empty and he put it down on the table; now all he needed to do was finish the burger, which was maybe two or three more big bites. "My, my...Been a long time since I saw self-control like this." She teased, as if the pinnacle of his capabilities had been reduced to not crapping his pants like an infant. Unfortunately, he wouldn't exactly prove her wrong. He had gotten ridiculously close to victory, but his limits had been exceeded. While taking an extra big bite of his burger, he had to lean forward to push himself to do it, and that was enough to end this spectacle with a bang. There was a sloppy explosion; a gassy eruption that made Julian's body shudder with its powerful force. It went on and on, and as it did, a mushy deluge of droppings began to plop and splatter the inside of his diaper. For him, it felt too much like relief for the pain of humiliation to sting just yet; the hot muck began to smear and spread underneath his bottom in a putrid pile of steaming excrement. From the outside, it was quite a show. First came the thunder of the gas, and then the back of the diaper began to visibly expand and swell with his uncontrollable soiling; brown stains gathered near the less thick paneling of the padding, all in one fluid motion. "Uh-oh! Looks like you couldn't show mommy what a big, smart boy you are! At least you were good and finished your lunch." She gave him a pat on the head. "Now you'll just have to sit in that stinky diapee until we're about to go. Maybe you shouldn't have questioned me about it, hmm? Now, I don't want you on any furniture in a dirty diaper, so get yourself a bath towel to sit on the floor with." Julian sat there with a tummy that was way too full and a diaper that matched; he'd despised sitting in his mess for only thirty minutes, but now he'd be doing it for the next few hours! The earthy odor of his failure began to waft up into his nostrils, which added insult to injury. "Make sure to spend this time getting into character for the audition. I don't think I have to tell you how upset I'll be if you mess this up." No, she didn't have to say a word. Julian knew exactly how upset she would be.