Tale #28: Breaking the Bully VI

Tale #28: Breaking the Bully VI Story recap: Cody Redd is a cruel bully in fourth grade, his primary target is a nerdy boy named Paul. After Cody outed Paul as a bedwetter, the nerd went online to seek advice and was given a phone number to an enigmatic service called 'The Crossroads'. The service apparently deals in karmic retribution and accept Paul's request to make Cody feel as much of a baby as he made Paul feel. Cody's first messy accident landed him in training pants, and a second one at lunch landed him in a diaper. After being picked up from the school by his mom, he had to go to the store and buy more diapers to use going forward, where he's now had a third accident. Content Tags: (Messy/wet diapers, humiliation, chastising, voyeurism, leaky diaper, reality bending) --------- Cody was at a loss. One accident had been strange, two was crazy, but a third? All in one day? It felt beyond reason. He didn't feel ill or anything, and it wasn't like his rather firm pantloads indicated that either. He couldn't even tell they were coming until it was already over, so it was as if the signal from his bowels was just completely turned off. The playground, the cafeteria, and now the grocery store. Three different places to poop in his pants; first in his underpants, then in a Pull-Up, and now... A diaper. Just like the package his mother was making him hold here in line. The same garment that she threatened he'd be wearing for quite some time, due to his toileting failures today. Cody couldn't even be sure he had a rational argument against it; after all, he *had* soiled himself thrice now. But fourth graders, especially bullies like Cody, weren't known for their rationality. To him, the diaper symbolized a jump backwards in maturity, a jump back in developmental milestones. His pride couldn't bear the thought any more than he could be satisfied to return to a crib or a carseat. He'd just hit double digits, he couldn't let himself get thrown backwards into the playpen of his history. He'd rather save his ego and sacrifice every pair of undies that he owned to a great brown snake, if it meant he didn't have to start wearing diapers every day. He'd even rather be known as the class pantspooper, than the class diaper boy. "Pay attention, Cody. It's our turn in line." His mother suddenly snapped at him, urging him to move up and put the diapers on the conveyor belt. Carefully, as to not mash the potato he looked to be smuggling in his seat, he stepped forward and bashfully placed the big blue package down. He didn't dare look over at the cashier, but he knew that she was eyeballing him; who else would these big kid diapers be for? "Hmm. 'Tranquility Youth Select Dia--' uh, 'disposable briefs'. I think there might be a coupon for these, you want me to check for you?" "Oh? Yes, that'd be lovely, thank you." Cody's face turned red and he glanced up, thinking at first that the cashier just had to look inside a binder or check the register for the coupon, but his eyes bugged as he saw she was instead reaching for the microphone. "I need a coupon check for... 'Tranquility Youth Select Disposable Briefs', medium sized, at lane four!" The request was being blasted over the store's intercom, as casually as if she'd been getting a price check on a gallon of milk. Cody groaned quietly and tugged his beanie further down. The boy had to stand there and stew in the humiliation for what felt like forever, until mercifully, a manager came to the lane to settle the inquiry. "Hello ma'am, don't you worry, we have just the right coupon..." The man took a scan gun and hit the barcode of the package with the laser, before looking at the prompt that'd shown up on the gun. "Oh, well that's strange...It said in the system that it was just a dollar off.." His mother soured as the manager trailed off, feeling that her time was being wasted. "What, is it expired? Or is it the wrong brand?" The man shook his head, "No, its not that. Says here the coupon is actually a type of BOGO. With the purchase of any Tranquility Youth product, it comes with a free package of..." He squinted his eyes, "Tranquility Ultra-Puffs. Must be a new product, I haven't seen it before. Says here that they're intended for 'heavy soiling'...Would you like to redeem the coupon?" The woman's face lit up, not at the idea of getting a diaper intended for such heavy use, but at the prospect of getting two packs for the price of one. To her, they were both diapers for her naughty son, the details didn't matter as much. "Yes, of course. Do I need to go get them, or...?" The manager quickly shook his head, "No, no! You and your son can stay right here. I'll send someone out to get them. Medium sizing, correct?" His mother nodded, and the cashier again took up the microphone. "I need a representative to retrieve a package of 'Tranquility Youth Ultra-Puffs for Heavy Soiling' from the diaper aisle, size medium, to lane four for a guest and her little boy." This was a nightmare! And it didn't help that Cody could hear the quiet grousing of the customers behind them, who were getting irritated at how long such a small order was taking. Things took a turn for the worse once he suddenly felt heat dancing around the front of his pants; he looked down and casually put a hand on his own crotch, feeling that the rush of warmth was coming from inside his diaper. He was peeing in his diaper, and he could feel it happening in real time, not just from the wet warmth, but from the feeling of liquid pounding against the diaper under his palm. The diaper he'd gotten from the nurse had been bottom of the barrel, just meant for small accidents, and he could feel himself straining the absorbency of the rapidly swelling garment. What, was it not bad enough that he'd already pooed himself? He had to add a pitcher of lemonade to the party too? Cody quickly squeezed his thighs together, blushing as he felt the warmth of the soggy diaper squish against him. 'Do you want him to leak?' Paul looked down at the message on his phone, just below the livestream of the very line that Cody was stuck in. He'd been actively making his bully's little trip to the store a horror show, and the people working at 'The Crossroads' seemed to know exactly what he wanted before he did himself. From the third pantload of the day, to the coupon, to the special brand that had been confabulated just for this very occasion. Even this little lapse in bladder control had been a suggestion to him! How could Paul say no to any of it? It was all just so perfect! He looked at Cody, helplessly crossing his legs with a grimace and felt a tingle of joy. He was destroying Cody's life right from the backseat of his mom's car, while she drove him home from school. The query was definitely something to consider, he *did* want Cody to spring a leak, but not just yet. Paul started to type out a response, his own mother oblivious to the supernatural deviltry her son had gotten up to. As far as she knew, he was just playing Angry Birds or something. 'Not yet. Want someone to smell his poopy diaper first' Paul hit send. Cody breathed a small sigh of relief once he noticed that the torrential flooding had ended, and his shoddy diaper had withstood the tides. Now if that 'sales associate' could just hurry the heck up with those dumb mega-poop diapers or whatever! The boy suddenly heard a sharp sniff, and then a second one to confirm. He first looked to his mother, but she was making idle chitchat with the cashier, and then he heard something from behind. "Tyler, did you poop? You know that you're supposed to tell mommy if you need to go potty." "I din't poop, mommy! I'ma big kid!" Cody tilted his head back, just to catch a glance. He saw a mother lifting her toddler out of the shopping cart and giving the seat of his overalls a cursory sniff, though the look on her face said that she already didn't believe him. She pulled her nose away, still unsure, and instead used to her palm to judge whether or not the tot's Pull-Ups were suspect. "No, that's not you.." She finally said, looking confused. She went to place him back in the cart, when her eyes met with Cody's vouyerism. Cody quickly turned away, but the woman didn't, instead letting her eyes trail down to... Was that a bump? Having just gotten rid of diapers with her son, the woman was more than familiar with what the subtle signs of a number two were, and in Cody's case, there wasn't a whole lot of subtlety to begin with. Then she began to connect the dots with the diapers on the belt, and the whole hullabaloo with the coupon check... "...Ma'am? I think your son, um, needs your attention." She finally said, trying to address Cody's mother in a polite way. His mother whipped around from her conversation and looked first at Cody, and then at the woman. "What was that?" "..I don't need anything, mom.." Cody murmured, just ducking his head down toward the ground. "Your son, I think he might need a...Tune-up? In the caboose?" The younger woman clarified, using cutesy language to veil things for the sake of the older boy's dignity. From her perspective, he was either incontinent or mentally handicapped, and either way it would be better to approach things with a candy coat. "..Caboose?" His mother repeated to herself, seeming totally out of sorts for a moment, before the realization of what the coded phrase was meaning to imply. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at her son, "Well, how about it Cody? Are you being 'Thomas the Stank-Engine' right now? Turn around." Cody really didn't want to, and he couldn't bring himself to muster the strength. He just wanted to stay frozen in this spot, and pretend like none of this was happening to him. "I-I'm not, mom! She's just being a nosey busy-body!" His mom didn't care much for his response. She grabbed him by his narrow little shoulders and forced him to turn around; she could see the obvious lump protruding against the back of his cargo pants, but she still went ahead and pulled the waistband back to check the damage. "Maybe she wouldn't be nosey if you weren't causing such a stink, Cody!" She chided, snapping the waistband back and swatting him on his mushy bottom. She stood back up straight, "Sorry about my son. I thought I was done pottytraining him and then he goes and messes his pants three times in one day!" The woman looked taken aback to hear that Cody didn't actually have any medical or mental conditions, but she remained polite about it. "A mother's job is never done! I'm hoping that my own little one will be done training soon...Fingers crossed!" The two chatting for a few moments, getting fairly chummy, before a teenager finally came up to the lane with a large package in his hands. "Alright, got those Ultra-Puff kid diapers right here, Cassidy." He said to the cashier, putting them down on the belt next to the normal box of diapers; the size contrast was immediate and plain as day. The diaper was prominently displayed on the side of the package, showing its features, part of which was really accentuating the 'capacity for feces' in stark clinical terms. The front had the brand and sizing, and different from the normal package, had a picture of a boy wearing them that looked to be Cody's age. Finally, this stupid purchase could be made, and the humiliation would end! The light was within reach in this dismal retail tunnel! 'Have him leak now' Paul sent in the chat box, thanking that he was stuck in traffic for once, so he wouldn't have to miss this glorious retribution. Cody's mother had gone to pay for the diapers when she heard a gasp from the lady that she'd just been talking to. She turned her head and wanted to gasp herself; her ten year old son was standing in a small puddle of his own making. The boy hadn't realized it until he started to feel that warmth again down his thighs, but then it'd spread down his legs, and before he knew it, his cargo pants were totally hosed. "Cody! What happened?!" She exclaimed, losing her temper with the boy, "Ugh, I'm so sorry about this! He doesn't usually... This..." The woman sighed, "Can you point me to your bathrooms, so I can go and change my son's diaper?" The cashier looked shocked at the sight, but quickly pointed out the back end of the store where the bathrooms were all located. Then, as Cody was grabbed by the hand and getting marched off, he heard the intercom again: "Can I get a clean up at lane four? I just had a boy's diaper leak." She sure wasn't saying 'disposable brief' anymore. To all the shoppers, it'd been a story in three parts; one in each announcement. First asking about a coupon for youth diapers, then asking for someone to bring an even heavier package to the front, and finally the conclusion of clear diaper usage. The big bad bully of fourth grade was getting dragged all the way across the store with fully soaked pants, and Paul couldn't have been happier to orchestrate the whole event. Paul was about to close his phone, done for now, when he got another message: 'Congratulations! You've qualified to beta test our new app at no monetary cost! Would you like to continue?' Oh yes, he would be continuing. He'd be continuing until Cody was completely broken.