Tale #49: Warm and Smelly

Tale #49: Warm and Smelly (A sequel to 'Swayed (1890)') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, time-warped tale, brainwashing, diaper sniffing, domination, wearing someone else's diaper) The duo were a peculiar sight on the streets of London: Spencer, dressed in rags and leading the charge, dangling his soiled nappy like a treasure, while the much more affluent lad followed behind, with a dazed look on his face. It was odd enough to think that the two might be friends, considering the chasm in their societal statuses, but even odder to ponder what reason the smaller boy had to wield the smelly nappy in his hand. Percival was still firmly under the mesmerizing magic that the pauper had cast upon him; the noble still yearned deeply to sniff at the dirty delight that Spencer had made and then that Percival had changed. There was no explanation for it, at least not one that made much sense; typically one would find nothing more repugnant and malodorous than a nappy with a big jobby in it. Yet here Percival was, having not only emptied his pockets for the garment, but now leading the poopy purveyor himself back to the Ambrose estate! Spencer saw a meal ticket here; after already using his powers to enthrall Percival, what would be flexing such power a few more times? A real meal would be nice, instead of having to scavenge from the rubbish bins like a street rat, and he could use a reprieve from how cold the nights got this time of year. With how much disparity there was between the social classes, was it really so amoral to take advantage of the wealthy? It wouldn't be like he was hurting anyone, or robbing them of too much, and they wouldn't even know that they were being manipulated! He might even get a chance to bathe for the first time in months, or get some newer clothes! "Oy, Percy, 'ow much further?" Spencer suddenly asked, switching the hefty nappy to his other hand, while a small swarm of flies trailed like the fumes. "Not much further now...Just a couple more streets." The older boy responded, his eyes following the sway of the filthy undergarments, like a dog following a treat. With the nappy in his hand, it was almost like Spencer held a hypnotist's pendulum. That'd make it easier to infiltrate the chateau, since his other option would be to go in sans trousers. The only concern would be whether or not that was too powerful of an opening move to use against the unsuspecting family. It was better to ease his victims into their trance with the smell of his talcum first, then a peek at a clean nappy on his tushy, and then finally a foul filling to capture their minds completely. Going straight to one of the most potent stages had the possibility to make the effects of his mesmeric assault permanent. That niggling doubt would die once he finally stood at the gates of the place that Percival called home. The estate was massive and opulent! Spencer spent cold nights, huddled in an alleyway, wet and dirty and meanwhile, the pompous Percy was lounging in comfort *here*? Spencer gawked quietly, while Percival bounced on his heels impatiently. "S-so, I showed you my home, as promised, which means..." "Eh?" "T-the nappy, you said I could have it, if I showed you the way to my abode. I've upheld my end of the bargain, so.." The noble held out his hands, expecting the stinky thing to be deposited in his palms. "Not jus' yet, Percy. Ain't ya gonna invite me in fer' a cuppa tea first?" Spencer grinned. In his rightful mind, Percival would be going apoplectic over the tyke reneging on the established deal, but he was too much at the mercy of his desires to summon such ire from within. Instead, he let out a pitiful whimper and gave a curt nod, "..Y-yes, of course, a spot of tea..." Percival led Spencer up toward the estate, taking for granted all the topiary and fountains that marked the path, the same ones that Spencer was gobsmacked by. The little urchin had never been this close to the wealthy part of the city, so to him, such a place was tantamount to the same luxury that the royals must live in. The two entered the house without being stopped by anyone yet; Spencer wanted to keep his cast of acolytes small for the time being, so he could keep track of everyone he had under his smelly spell, so he directed Percy to take the more scenic entrance into the home. "Mus' feel like ya' live intha' palace, stayin' at a house like this." The urchin commented, "You mus' getta' eat like a prince too." Percival shrugged in response, too accustomed to his manner of living to really acknowledge how good he must have it. He boasted to other boys his age, but they too were of the upper class, so the distinctions were smaller. When comparing a standard of living to a filthy kid living on the street, the gap was beyond what Percival was capable of grasping. He led Spencer into one of the parlors and motioned for him to take a seat on one of the finely upholstered chairs. "I'll go tell the butler to put some tea on for us." "An' biscuits." "B-biscuits?" Spencer nodded and gave a gap-toothed grin, "A'course! You wan' *me* to make more 'biscuits' fer' ya, don'tcha?" The other boy got rosy around his cheeks, looking flustered at the thought of Spencer making another beautifully soiled nappy for him to huff the contents of. "I-I..y-yeah! Tea and biscuits, right away!" As he quickly shuffled off, Spencer placed the lumpy, tied-off nappy on a nearby table and he started to look around the room. The parlor was but one of three, but it was furnished and decorated with such fanciful things that would represent an average laboring wage for at least a year! Gilded trinkets and marble statuettes were at every nook and cranny. He reminded himself to take some things as a prize before he eventually left the estate. A small sack of baubles and curios would keep him fed and happy for many years to come, and the Ambrose family would be none the worse for the wear over such a petty theft. Meanwhile, Percival had gone to find one of the servants in his family's employment, and once he had, demanded that the man make him what Spencer was asking for. Being away from the stench of the nappy was tough for him at first, like an addict wandering too far away from an opium den, but it also led to clarity beginning to return to his head. It started slowly at first, as his desires withered on the vine. Had the events of today really happened to him? Had he really been so uncouth, so unrefined? It was like waking from a dream, where all the absurdities that had seemed just fine there, were now beginning to come across as peculiar. As much as he didn't want to admit what had happened, Percival had to come to terms with the shameful way he'd sullied his nose and his family's name; he had no explanation for it, no justification, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to make things right again! There was no earthly reason why he'd want some vile, dung-packed nappy, and there was no reason to allow a dirty street rat into his home! The tea kettle began to whistle and Percival clenched his fists with intent. If that disgusting peasant wanted some tea, then he'd give him some tea! He opened up the cupboard and grabbed a glass medicine bottle from inside: castor oil. Percival wasn't using foresight, likely because he didn't believe that Spencer truly had any power over him. If the rich lad was to use his noggin, then he might come to the hypothesis that giving Spencer another dirty nappy would be a bad idea, instead of the cruel punishment he thought it to be. He tipped the bottle over the kettle of tea and allowed the foul liquid to mix itself into the warm beverage. His servant came back to him with a serving tray that had cups, sugar, milk, and the previously requested biscuits. The man offered to bring it all to the parlor, since he was under the impression that the young master had one of his sophisticated chums over for tea time. Percival refused the offer and took the tray himself. He didn't want to have to explain why he let such a scruffy brat into the house, or what their connection was. The plan as he saw it was to give Spencer the tainted tea and then to throw him out, before there was a chance of anyone knowing that he'd been here. Returning to the parlor with the tray, he was greeted by the foul odor again dancing against his nostrils. It was masked somewhat by the other flowery fragrances that scattered about the manor, but not enough to conceal exactly what it was. Percival bit his lip and placed the tray down on the table in front of Spencer. Without another word, he took the kettle and began to pour the castor-infused tea into one of the porcelain white cups. "...Milk? Sugar?" Spencer smiled at the sight and was already reaching for one of the sweet biscuits on the plate, "Plenty uv' boff, guv." The request was met and Percival finished by stirring the concoction with a small spoon, before presenting it to his little 'friend' who was sitting at the chair. He thought to himself that he'd have to throw Spencer out before the castor oil had a chance to take effect, lest he soil through his nappy and leave a stain on the nice chair. Spencer blew on the steaming cup and took a greedy slurp; it'd been far too long since he'd had such a refreshing beverage! The bitterness of the oil was masked entirely by all the milk and sugar that had been poured in, so he was oblivious to Percy's dirty trick. "S'good. Bloody good! Suppose that means you want yur' reward now, eh?" The fetid fumes were a stark reminder of what Spencer was talking about. Right atop another table was the prize that had convinced Percival to let the boy in. Percival's first thought was to yell at Spencer for putting something so nasty on top of such an expensive table, but as he went to reach for it, he could feel his mind again becoming hazy with unwanted thoughts. Spencer smiled, watching the older boy's face change from fury to fascination. The urchin had already expected that the spell would be disrupted by distance, but it hadn't been a concern, and it was obvious to see why. As soon as Percival had again been met with the loaded nappy, the smell had triggered him into another stupor. "Go on then. You earned it." Spencer slyly insisted, taking a bite out of one of the biscuits and watching Percival's hand hover right over the lumpy garment. "M'sure you wan'ta give it a big sniff, don't ya?" The enthralling nature of the nappy was overwhelming, and Percival indeed lifted the nappy up to his nose to inhale deeply of its putrid perfume. Just as he had been entranced before, he was now completely under Spencer's mesmerizing spell once more! "S'pretty good, ain't it? You want to try er' on?" The question hung as thick in the air as the stench itself. Percival wasn't sure himself whether or not that was something he really wanted; there was still a remnant of sanity inside, a willful strength that didn't want to give in to the indignity that Spencer wished to impose. "I-I...I can't.." The rich boy muttered, looking down at the nappy in his hands. The urchin let out a giggle and slurped at his tea, "An' why not? Wouln't that be bettah than jus' givin' it nose-kisses? M'sure I'll make anudder one in a jiffy, if yur' worried about leavin' your nose without anything to do." Red spread all across Percival's face; the temptation was increasing and his ability to hold back was decreasing. All he could imagine was how good it would feel to have the warm, filthy nappy plastered to his bum and that he could sit in it while Spencer made him a tray of piping hot 'biscuits' in his fresh one. "Well, go on then. I won't laugh if you put it on right here; ya already gave me a good change earlier anyways." Spencer casually shrugged. Percival gulped and put the nappy back down, which was a tribulation of its own, and then he began to unbuckle his trousers. He would just put it on for a little while, just for a lark, and then he'd toss Spencer out! Carefully, he started to unfurl the garment, being exceptionally cautious not to make a mess. He then began the process of putting it on for himself, which was no easy feat, though it did make for good entertainment for his guest. "Fits ya well, guv. Oughta call ya 'Poopy Percy' again." Spencer teased, finishing his cup of tea and going to pour himself another. "Now come have tea time wiff' me, won't ya?" Percival felt almost underwater with how murky his thought process had become. He was filled with nothing but stupid bliss, made daft by the dung in his drawers. There was a nasty squish once he sat down across from Spencer, and the foul mush inside the nappy spread all across the interior. A dopey grin broadened across his face and he reached to take a cup for some tea of his own. "..So, how's it?" Spencer asked, watching Percival take a sip of the tainted tea. What words could describe it? Percival would need a skillful poet to transcribe the complex emotions that were surging throughout; sonnets could be written about how serendipitous this borrowed bliss had enraptured him! Percival was neither a poet nor a songsmith, so he responded in the most poignant way he thought he could. "Warm...and smelly."