Story #71: Stanksgiving at the Kiddy Table (Picture)

Story #71: Stanksgiving at the Kiddy Table Content Tags: (Small-fry teen, diaper punishment, messy diapers, humiliation, forced seat-sniffing, forced messing, bullied by a toddler) "But dad, that's not fair! I'm thirteen, I shouldn't have to sit at the stupid kid's table!" Their second youngest son wasn't taking the news very well. After some unforeseen circumstances had coalesced together, the 'teen' had to be booted from the 'grownups table', and after three consecutive years of being a member to it. The tables could only seat so many people after all, and their guest list had rounded off the numbers by one over the capacity they had for the dining room. Their oldest son was bringing his college girlfriend to dinner, and more than the usual set of cousins were coming too. There lied the real rub, not that the boy knew *that* particular part yet, that one of his cousins would be taking the final spot at the grownups table instead of him. Jared, who had just turned ten and who still wet the bed, would be at the big table, while Luca, who was *thirteen* would be stuck with the drooly pantsfillers at the baby table. Jared *should* be at the baby table instead of him, but the boy's parents had promised he could sit at the big table, since he was so grown now after hitting double digits. Luca's own parents wanted to respect that promise for their guests, and thus Luca had been demoted. All his whining hadn't done anything to endear himself to his folks, nor had it helped to prove that he was too mature for the kiddy table. His father warned him to behave and stop complaining, unless he wanted something to 'really complain about', rendering Luca a sulky mess. The worst part to Luca was that he'd hardly grown in the last few years; he'd just been waiting on a big growth spurt, and it'd yet to come. His small, immature stature made him feel self-conscious and being sent back to rub elbows with toddlers felt like a slap to the face. As it got closer to the big turkey day, Luca was getting more and more bratty with his behavior. He was still salty over the whole thing, and his parents were beginning to get sick of it. Then it was Thanksgiving day, and relatives were arriving, and that's when things really came to a head. Once the obnoxious Jared had arrived, the younger boy had boasted to Luca that he'd be getting to sit with the adults this year too, since he didn't yet know that Luca had been bumped. Luca went apoplectic, in front of everyone. He yelled and fussed about the injustice of having a 'bedwetting baby' take his place; he **demanded** that Jared sit with the other 'diaper babies' where he belonged, so that he himself could sit with the adults. His parents were mortified, and his father specifically was pissed. The man grabbed a hold of his son and asked his sister if he could borrow something from Jared's bag. He then marched Luca off to the downstairs bedroom and gave him a spanking that he'd remember for quite some time. Luca had thought that getting his hide tanned, and at the age he was at that, would be the extent of his punishment. This was not so. As if to remind him that he hadn't grown as much as his peers, his father also stuck him in one of his cousin's overnight diapers. Luca tried to refuse leaving the room after that, but had acquiesced once he got threatened with another spanking. So Luca returned, wearing one of Jared's nighttime diapers out in the open, and he had to hang his head and apologize to his extended family for his bad behavior. His little brother, Gary, who had just graduated to big boy undies, was particularly tickled by the sight of the teen in Pampers. Jared just gave him a smug grin and wished him luck at the kiddy table, especially since Ricky would be one of his table mates. How could he forget? Ricky was a three year old with a *serious* attitude problem and who had no inkling of desire to get out of diapers anytime soon. He was loud, he was gross, he was mean, and he was easily angered. Usually, the extent that Luca had to deal with the terrible tot was just smelling his putrid Pampers in passing and laughing when Gary got totally dominated by the more aggressive tyke. Having to share a table with him though? That was a recipe for losing his appetite at the very least, since he never knew Ricky to get through a meal without gleefully filling his pants with poop. That really rounded off his guest list too. He'd be sharing the table with cousin Ricky, his baby brother Gary, and a handful of other little cousins who weren't usually bad enough to think about. Half the table, including him, would be in diapers. He thought that he'd at least be put in charge, but his dad shot that down quickly and pointed out that since he was in diapers, that such responsibility would go to a real 'big kid', namely his little cousin Sue. She was eight, making her the oldest besides him, and she appeared pleased as punch that she was being given the chance to reign over the 'babies'. Dinner soon began, and while all the adults (and Jared) went to the dining room, Luca was plopping his padded butt at a little plastic set-up in the nearby playroom. Sue was in charge of both the other kids, and getting more food if anyone so wanted it. For most of the children, the one plate would be more than enough, but the same wouldn't be true for someone more grown like Luca, or more gluttonous like Ricky. As a consolation, Luca had managed to avoid sitting next to the bratty stinker. Instead he was situated between his brother and Sue, while Ricky was across from him. The only other kids at the table were two and six, and Luca only had a passing familiarity with either of them. Since he'd missed the earlier apology, the six year old spoke up and asked: "Why are you wearin' a Pamper?" His brother replied before he got a chance, "Cuz he's a baby now! Notta big boy like me!" Gary stood from his seat and dropped his shorts, proud of the newfound briefs he'd been awarded. Luca rolled his eyes and gave Gary a pinch, "Pull your pants back up and sit down, nobody wants to see your underwear." The younger boy glared at him, rubbing the spot he'd been pinched at. "You're not wearin' pants! Why should I hafta?!" "I'm being punished, Gary, it's not the same." He directed his attention over to the six year old that'd originally asked the question, "I made fun of Sue's older brother for still peeing the bed every night, and my dad made me wear one of *his* diapers. Jared's the baby, not me." Sue looked agitated that Luca was throwing her big brother under the bus. She knew Jared wet the bed, and that he had to wear diapers to sleep, but she'd never looked down on him too much for it. "My big brother isn't a baby, Luca! My mommy said lots of boys his age wet the bed!" Luca scoffed and ate a spoonful of mashed potatoes. "Your mom is just being nice. I doubt most of the boys in his class are sporting babypants at bedtime. In fact, if you're wetting the bed past the age of three, then you're just a stupid baby." That was enough to make the six year old on the other side of the table blush and look down. In mere minutes, Luca had already burned up his good will with three of the five people he was eating with. The two year old could hardly count either, since she was seeming ignoring the conversation altogether and eating the finely chopped turkey on her plate. Ricky looked up from his plate, face covered in sweet potato casserole. "M'three! An' m'not a stupid bay-bee!" Luca laughed. "Oh, right. I forgot that all the geniuses these days were picking their nose and pooping their Pampers, my apologies. Face it, Ricky, you're around the same age as Gary, but you make him look like mastermind in comparison." The chubby toddler didn't know all the words that Luca was saying, but he could easily determine that the tone was one of mockery. He narrowed his eyes at Luca and put another bite of food in his mouth. "Take dat back." A cringe came across the teen's face, "No, and don't talk with your mouth full. Actually, don't talk with your head empty either." "Take dat back, *or else*." Luca blinked. Was this literal toddler really trying to intimidate him? How absurd! He was small, but he was still basically twice the size of Ricky. "You really think I'm scared of you, pipsqueak?" Ricky didn't respond, instead just getting a glimmer in his eye. Things were more quiet after that, with the whole table mad at Luca, and curious as to what Ricky had planned. Most of them hardly even finished the one plate, Luca gorged himself on three big servings, but Ricky managed to somehow eat even more than he did! It almost seemed like he had a reason for it too... The adults eventually came to check on everyone, and the meal was considered finished. Luca would still have to degrade himself later by sitting back down here for dessert, but that would be a few hours away. For now, he just wanted to lay low and avoid having his diaper get gawked at. He should have stuck around and been more present, because in his absence, Ricky had gotten together with the other kids to decide what should be done about Luca... The teen couldn't avoid all the prying eyes that he wanted to; his older brother teased him, mentioning that he didn't think he'd ever have to change his baby brother again, garnering a giggle from his girlfriend. Then there were uncles and aunts that tried not to crack a smile, but all things considered (especially after Luca's toddler-like meltdown) it was a difficult task. Then of course there was Jared, who had decided to regale how much better he found the grown up table to be, and how he couldn't wait until dessert. The discussion briefly touched on the fact that Luca had been forced into a diaper, but Jared couldn't exactly tease him too hard, since those were his own nighttime diapers that Luca was taped in. Sooner than Luca could have hoped, it was time for dessert. Once again he was denied the dignity of dining with a mature audience, but his father did mention that the diaper could come off after dessert, as long as Luca didn't misbehave further. That sounded easy enough to the teen; just eat some pie and ice cream, and then count down the moments until he could leave. The only kiddy table member to not return was the two year old, who'd fallen asleep before dessert could be served. The remaining occupants of the colorful little table were all kids who'd grown tired of Luca's ego and his rudeness; during the intermission between eating, Ricky had been the one to rally them together to do something about it. There was no hint of conspiracy quite yet; the children (and Luca) were quietly eating their sweet treat, and like before, it was Luca and Ricky who'd get more than one plate. It did make Luca think, and then be repulsed, at what a horrid diaper Ricky would have after such a display of gluttony, but he whisked away the thought by remembering that wouldn't be his problem. Or at least he had *thought* it wouldn't be his problem. After a third serving of pie, Ricky gave his tummy a pat and smiled. "Sue! I wan' one more, okay?" The girl stood up and took his plate, "Alright, but this is the last piece, right?" A nod came from the toddler, or really more of a signal, and Sue left the playroom with a cryptic comment about how it might take a few minutes extra, even though the kitchen was right across the hall. Luca wasn't thinking anything about it. He was pretty zoned out, simply wanting time to move by faster. So he didn't see the exchange of conspiratorial eyes between the three other little boys still in the room. The six year old, who Luca was pretty sure he'd heard be called 'Gabe' earlier, spoke up. "Hey Luca, I was talkin' to Jared earlier, an' he said that he could do way more sit-ups than you. Is that true?" Luca snapped back to reality and gave a moment to analyze what 'Gabe' had just said. "..Huh? That dweeby string-bean? He's still in elementary school! Of course I can do more sit-ups than him. Probably more push-ups too." The younger boy didn't seem convinced. "I dunno, you're not really all that bigger...I saw him do a *lot*, I don't know if anyone could beat him at that!" Luca rolled his eyes and got out of his seat. "Yeah, whatever. How many did he even do? Like twenty?" It was so easy to manipulate him by his pride, by his desire to be seen as the mighty teen he thought himself to be. "...Thirty!" The teen scoffed and laid down on the ground, putting his hands under his head and pushing his knees up. "Come hold my legs. I'll do double that." The boast had almost immediate regret. His tummy was already so full from dinner and dessert! He'd have to be quick about this. Gabe and Gary came and each held down a leg, while Ricky was quietly coming from out of view. "Alright kid, you're the least baby-brained of who I have to work with, so you're in charge of counting." Luca began to do the sit-ups, feeling his gut fighting against him on it. Each one was not only exhausting him, but putting an uncomfortable pressure on his bowels. Sixty real sit-ups was also more than what he ever had to do in gym class, so by the halfway point, he was already feeling it. "Fifty nine... and...Sixty!" Gabe announced, as Luca collapsed backwards into his original pose, utterly exhausted and panting. He felt weak from the workout and had been quietly letting out farts the entire time, building up more and more to an urgency to unload. "You mus' be really tired now! ...Good." He heard Ricky, and then he saw something offputting right above him. The big white bottom of the toddler's Huggies. Before he had any time to process what was happening, the toddler lowered his butt further and ripped a noisy, longwinded fart into his diaper. "U-ugh...! Get away from me with that, you gross little pig!" Lucas's legs were still locked in place by the other two boys, and he was too exhausted to bat the brat with his noodley arms. He heard the toddler giggle, "Silly Luca! We din't have piggy for dinna'! We had tur-key! Can'tcha tell?" Another gassy eruption peppered the backside, this one sounding wetter and more ominous. "An' mash-tatos, yammys, green-bean cass-a-role, an' lots and lots of gravy!" The third flatulent assault found itself proceeded by an icky, mucky crackling, and if the noise wasn't enough to go on, Luca could see the brat's diaper visibly puff outwards; the creases rounding out and the material expanding with a heavy, semi-solid pile it now had to accommodate. "Ya' tink' you betta' den us, but you got on a diapee jus' like me! I'm not the one havin' to smell poo-poo though." Luca's first instinct should have been to shout for help, but his ego wouldn't let him. He didn't want a grownup to come and see him like *this*. He would deal with this himself! He tried to turn his head, "Ugh! I *am* better than you babies! As soon as this is over, I get to take this stupid thing off! And when I get the first chance, I'm going to get back at all *three* of you." That wasn't the right answer and Ricky suddenly dropped his squishy seat right onto his victim's face. "Nope! I dun' think so." With his rump using Luca as a seat, the toddler leaned forward and began to push hard down on the teen's stomach. "You're gonna go boom-boom in your diapee! Den' you hafta keep wearin' dem!" Each push on his belly brought out a violent uproar of gas in his diaper, until the third big push, where Luca could no longer hold back anymore, and he felt an absolute geyser of hot poop begin to flood the back of his borrowed diaper. He could hear Gabe and his brother laughing, and then he heard the door to the playroom open. "See, Jared? Luca *is* just a big baby, he used his dia--Huh?" Sue had finally returned, as plannned, and bringing her big brother to look at Luca's humiliation. She was actually surprised at what she saw though; as far as *she* knew, the plan had been to make Luca poop his diaper, but now she was watching him loudly befoul himself while under the still-filling diaper of her most slobbish cousin. "Ugh, that's nasty! You like sniffing doody-diapers, Luca? This kind of thing would *never* happen at the grown-up table. I better go get one of the adults..." Luca had a sneaking suspicion that in a few moments, the grown-up table would become an extremely distant goal to return to.