Tale #58: Min-Maxing On Margins

Tale #58: Min-Maxing On Margins (Part 3 to 'Potty Breaks Are XP Waste') (Content Tags: Wet and messy Goodnites, intentional wetting and soiling, leaking and blowout, ongoing story) The second half of Brent's surprise visit had been a lot more pleasant than the first. After the ontological shock had passed, Joshua's openly displayed Goodnite had become something more casual. As much as Brent had viciously mocked him for it, and especially for pooping in it, he couldn't deny the results on the Runescape account. It didn't seem like wearing something like that would make much of a difference, but when Brent got to thinking about it, the time saved could possibly be astronomical. Joshua didn't have to get up to pee, which saved a few minutes every hour, and he didn't have to get up to poop, which was less frequent of a time-waster, but surely was for longer durations when it came time. After adding up a hypothetical week, Joshua was playing an extra couple of hours more this way. Extrapolating that to a month, and then a year, and the savings became even more apparent. Entire levels, quests, and the like were getting squeezed into his timetable! Of course this didn't account for how much more the little addict played than most of his peers, or his autistic-level knowledge of all the tiny details within the game, but Brent hadn't taken that into much consideration. "So how often do you get changed? And like, how much time does *that* waste?" "I try to only change when I'm done playing for a while, at the end of a session. But sometimes I go too much and hafta change sooner." "Too bad you can't wear something bigger, that could hold more." Just as Joshua had imparted something onto Brent to consider, the boy had given him something to think about in return. His friend raised an interesting point that he was surprised he hadn't thought of: why not wear something with a better capacity? Sure, the Goodnites had been good to him, but couldn't they be better? Josh was spending so much time min-maxxing the smallest margins within the game, but couldn't he min-max in real life some more? Long after Brent had amicably left for the day, after snatching a Goodnite of his own from the unsuspecting boy, Josh was still ruminating over what Brent had said. He'd first searched online for an answer, and it rapidly became clear that he couldn't get something much better than a Goodnite, not without it becoming a... Diaper. The next upgrade would *have* to be a real, de facto **diaper**. The word alone almost put a kibosh on things right then and there. His ego had softened as much as his tummy in these last few months, but not to a point where he didn't react poorly to the thought of wearing something that was actually called a diaper. Goodnites were ostensibly just Pull-Ups, and Pull-Ups were undoubtedly just glorified diapers, but there was a layer of separation still! With a diaper, he wouldn't just be able to call them 'bedwetter undies', and he wouldn't even be able to easily slide them on and off. He'd have to rely on his mom to change him out of wet ones, not just messy ones, and he'd have to get help with getting it on in the first place. They would have tapes and everything! On the flipside, they would have a significantly higher capacity, which meant less changing. It also meant he wouldn't have to be so paranoid about leaking during a particularly long weekend session. From a strategic standpoint, diapers felt like a total buff to his real-life stats! Decision made or not, he'd have the other obstacle to deal with; how was he supposed to bring this up with his mom? She'd become exceedingly accommodating thus far with everything, but there was still a veneer of legitimacy that he was having actuall 'accidents'. Simply asking for diapers so he could game even longer, that didn't sound like a viable way to approach it. He'd have to convince her that it was her own idea, and then he'd play the part of the kid that begrudgingly agreed. The easiest way to do this? Make the Goodnites come across as inadequate for the task at hand. He needed leaks, he needed blowouts, and he needed to work on his acting to sell that he was really upset by them. If he sold it well enough, then maybe she'd pity him enough to get him a new chair too! Lord knew he'd be needing it by the time he was finished desecrating the one his padded rump was always glued to. He started the next day by drinking a lot more soda than usual and intentionally neglecting how wet his Goodnite was becoming. A few hours in and he leaked. Josh went crying to mommy about making a mess of himself, and that he hadn't realized how soaked he was, and she ate it up. Josh would go on to do that a few more times, but she eventually reacted by putting a waterproof pad on the chair. That was a minor buff, but it wasn't the vaunted upgrade that he was after. He needed to be more direct with his actions. That weekend, the blond grabbed the bottle of fiber gummies out of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He made a snack plate of plenty of fruit and an unhealthy myriad of junk food; he even poured himself a big disgusting cup of prune juice from the fridge! He was *going* to have a major blowout, and a mere waterproof pad wasn't going to be seen as an effective option any more. The boy spent the morning indulging in his banquet; he ate the fiber gummies like they were candy, and over the hours, he'd also work on the other array of bowel-stimulating delights that he'd plated up. It was almost certainly overkill for him to be eating this much, and it would probably mean that his control wouldn't be all that reliable for the rest of the day. Three hours in, after Joshua had finished slaying the Kalphite Queen in the desert with his raiding party, he started to feel a rumbling from deep within. He bid farewell to his clan mates and told them that he was going to go wrap up a quest. He didn't want to have to focus too much on the game, at least during the initial explosion that was counting down. Scrolling through his quest log for something simple, he settled on 'Eadgar's Ruse', a quest over by the Troll Stronghold that he'd been neglecting. It didn't offer much more than some Herblore XP, and it didn't seem to have any connection to any later quests. It'd come out last year, and he'd hardly been capable of it then, but now it should be a breeze! There was a little humor in the title too, since he himself was in the middle of pulling a ruse of his own. Josh pulled open another internet window and went to 'Rune HQ' to pull up a guide for the quest. There was no point in running around blind on a quest that'd been out long enough to be fully mapped out! The quest had already been started at some point, likely a random time that he'd been in Taverley to speak with Sanfew, so he could immediately teleport off to Trollheim and skip to the first section of things. He became quickly immersed in the whimsical plot of tricking a troll chef to think a dummy with a drunken parrot in it was the human he was to cook. It was silly and fun, even if a little annoying to go back and forth, and it helped to take his mind off the cramps rolling in his belly. Farts had been slipping out for a while now, rank ones at that, and each one brought him closer to his goal of a total blowout in his Goodnite. Forty minutes in, once he was in the food cellar of the trolls and trying to sneak out with some gout weed, the cramping became critical. Instead of simply releasing his hold on his bowels, the blond continued to keep strong by clenching his buttcheeks. As much as he wanted to get the blowout taken care of, he also didn't want to have to log off for the clean-up; not when he was so close to finishing the quest! "Nngghh...C-come on...come on..." He murmured to himself, feeling himself begin to sweat a little. Just had to time this sprint across a corner, and then double-back to avoid the guard, and... He'd done it! He watched his character make it to the crate, where he stole the vaunted herb from within, before being knocked out and kicked from the pantry by a stone-throwing troll, like had happened on all his other attempts thus far. But that didn't matter, because the herb was in his inventory, and he could finish the quest! But that'd have to wait. Moments after snatching his prize, Joshua's control had officially petered out. There was a powerful rumbling of gurgling gas, and then the boy could feel a tsunami of mush crashing down and absolutely flooding the back of the pull-up. The Goodnite swelled and stained brown with his magmatic mess; warmth covered the entirety of his rear and wasted no time in spreading to the front of the garment as well. It happened impossibly fast, and with that speed, the Goodnite had absolutely no chance of holding up to the mucky geyser. Leaning forward, mouth agape in relief, Joshua didn't need to see things to understand that he'd indeed suffered a critical leak. He could feel the warmth on the crook of his back, and at the back of his thighs, and it only spread more as he tried to adjust his seating. He wrinkled his nose at the smell and went ahead to log out for a few minutes. It was time to sell this and get the diapers he deserved. "MOMMMMY..!" The shock on her face when she'd come to check on her little gamer was enough evidence to determine that his ploy had been successful. Sitting there with crocodile tears and a nose-wrinkling mess that'd escaped the bounds of the insufficient protection she'd given him. What had happened? Well, according to the sniffling liar, he'd been playing his game and had an accident that was unexpectedly large. Josh had of course been smart enough to hide any evidence of self-sabotage; all his snacks were gone by now, and the half-empty bottle of gummies was stuffed in the back of his desk drawer. The waterproof pad was going to need some washing, not to mention the boy's shirt, and clean-up on the Goodnite itself was a nightmare straight from hell. Josh made sure not to make it any easier either; he wanted to insure that the experience was bad enough to make the decision of diapers an easy one. Twenty minutes later, with Josh in a fresh pair of bedwetter pants, it was time for a 'talk'. After first having the leaks from wetting, and now this much worse one, it was obvious that Goodnites just weren't cutting it! "Sweetie, I know you're a big boy, but I think that you might need something a little better for your accidents..." She had to at least pretend that she didn't think the majority of them were intentional bouts of laziness. "L-like what?" He asked, as if he didn't already know. "Well...These are for bedwetting, not for going number two in. I think if you're going to have number twos in your pants, then you'd be better in diapers, at least at home..." Joshua played his part as the fussy refuser; he didn't lay it on *too* thick, since he didn't want her to have a change of heart on his account, but he still had to seem embarrassed by the proposal. He let her think that she was whittling him down, only giving enough whiny pushback to provoke more talking points. He finally 'conceded' to her that it might be a good idea of get diapers instead of Goodnites, though he made sure to add the flourish of stating that he wasn't a baby because of it. Just like that, the deed was done. His mother would start searching for some diapers for him, and Josh would have the minor boost to his gaming productivity that this whole ploy had been about in the first place. By the end of the weekend, he'd say goodbye to worries about wetting himself for too long and hello to longer uninterrupted sessions. As he sat back at his desk, now without the soiled mat, he logged back in to his account to finish that quest fully. While he typed in his password, he could feel some soreness in his gut; after the way he'd treated his stomach today, there was a high possibility that he'd be having some genuine accidents throughout the weekend. With his control already being so readily and steadily forfeited, this may strike a serious blow to his actual potty training. Before too long, those diapers may end up being for more than only gaming sessions