Story #77: Stanksgiving at the Kiddy Table (Part 2)

Story #77: Stanksgiving at the Kiddy Table (Part 2) (A little follow-up to Stanksgiving!) Content Tags: (Small-fry teen, diaper punishment, messy diapers, humiliation, forced seat-sniffing, forced messing, bullied by a toddler) Luca didn't feel very thankful on this day. How could he? He'd been pushed off to the kiddy table for dinner, he'd been put in a diaper due to his ensuing tantrum, he'd had Ricky's diaper balloon out in his face, he'd crapped in his own diaper, and now his younger cousin Jared was threatening to tell on him. There was no cornucopia here, it was a crapucopia. Quite literally, by the mixed fumes of the two dirty diapers in the playroom. Him and Jared had been competitive in the past, but usually, Luca came up on top. As obnoxious and insufferable as Jared was, he couldn't typically best the older boy in anything of substance. Anything Jared had gotten close to having over Luca had been marred by the humiliating fact that he was a bedwetter who wore diapers to sleep. And now here was the scene that Jared had serendipitously stumbled into: Luca underneath the lumbering tot's dirtied seat, while the teen's own diaper, which had been borrowed by the bedwetter in the first place, bulged with a fresh smoldering pile. It was so absurdly infantile, not to mention vile, but it was the perfect counter to Luca's typical upper-hand. "N-no! Don't go tattling, this is their fault, not mine!" Luca exclaimed, still pinned to the carpet, even while Ricky smugly pushed out more gassy lumps into his sagging Pampers. Gabe and Gary had let go of Luca's legs by this point, not wanting to be implicated in the conspiracy, but Ricky just confidently swayed his stained seat above Luca's wrinkled nose. "Oh? You telling me a bunch of little kids made you get nosy with Ricky's diaper? Or that they made you poop in your own pants?" Jared rolled his eyes, not buying it, though he was technically wrong on his assertion: Luca hadn't pooped his 'own' pants, he'd pooped in Jared's! "Yes!" This was one of the rare times where the truth was actually far less embarrassing than the lie. Luca would strongly prefer to have people think he'd been overpowered by little kids, rather than that he was some type of weirdo that huffed Huggies and crapped himself. Jared's eyes turned down toward Gabe and Gary, neither of the boys seeming to have mastered their poker face this young; the guilt was painted very clearly in their expressions, and the smugly sadistic smile that Ricky had, only further confirmed that Luca was likely telling the truth. ...But, it was Luca's word versus everyone else in the room. The actual truth mattered less than what the more convenient 'truth' could be. Jared knew that Luca was soon to be spared from his padded prison, the same he'd relentlessly teased Jared over, so he could at least extend the boy's 'stay' in them. "Hmm...Well, nobody else is saying that's what happened, so..." "J-Jared! Come on, you know they're lying!" "I don't know, Luca. I guess I can leave out the fact that I caught you with your nose up against Ricky's gross diaper, but you *definitely* pooed yourself, right?" Luca's cheeks warmed, the pair on his face now matching heat with the southern pair that were currently covered in his own burning shame. There was no way around that part; if nobody would believe that he'd been physically forced into messing the diaper, then he was going to be assumed culpable for it. The odds were starting to look like he'd be kept in diapers for the rest of the day, and probably after another spanking. "I-I...Well.." Luca stammered, starting to find the energy to get back up; he pushed Ricky away and slowly got to his feet. "..Sorta, but again, it wasn't my fault! They tricked me, and then they kept hitting my stomach until I couldn't hold it anymore!" The younger boys, Gabe and Gary, were gawking at the sight of Luca's seat during his ascent. The bulky white garment sagged in back, not as extremely as Ricky's diaper, but enough to confirm that there was weight back there. The distension was hardly necessary however, since a stain ran down the backside that looked like someone had poured a bowl of chocolate pudding in. They couldn't resist but to snicker at the sight. "Is that the story you're gonna go with? When I go tell your dad that you pooped your pants?" Jared smiled, folding his arms and looking at the teenager with an air of superiority. Sue finally spoke back up, now that she'd had time to recover from the unexpected sight of the seat-sniffing. "He told Gary that he was gonna do it on purpose, to get back at his dad for making him wear it. Isn't that right, Gary?" The little girl was resuming what she'd understood the plan to be. The three boys were supposed to hold Luca down and make him soil himself, while she brought her big brother to see the bully denigrated. Gary blinked and nodded his head, "Y-yup! That's why he did it! Gabe heard it too, right?" The six year old covered his mouth, still giggling, but gave an affirming bob of the head as well. "Uh-huh! Did it on purpose!" The small teenager looked crestfallen. Everyone in the room was against him; they'd all agreed to lie about the what had happened, just to watch him fall even further from the grace of maturity. "Well, sounds like that's what really happened. You're the only one saying it was something else, Luca. Keep your story ready if you want, but I'm going to go let the grownups know that *two* stinky diapers need to be changed in here." Jared went to tattle, and Luca's Thanksgiving went from bad to worse. As promised, Jared had left out what Ricky had made Luca do, but he was very blunt about the fact that he'd seen Luca go number two in his diaper. Such an accusation warranted immediate investigation, and so his parents had come to confirm the facts. Luca didn't outright deny pooping his diaper, but he did frantically try to explain his account of the accident. After the stunts he'd pulled earlier in the day, his parents weren't giving him the benefit of the doubt, and it didn't help that his recounting was nervously choppy. Once all the other kids shared the same confabulated tale, any hope of acquittal had been lost. Luca was correct in his fear that he'd get another spanking, but instead of being in private, or at least after a diaper change, his father pulled him over his knee and began to smack the backside of his mushy diaper. Right in the middle of the playroom, in front of everyone who'd stabbed him in the back. It didn't hurt. Between the thick material of the diaper and the squishy, copious filth inside of it, his bottom was receiving none of the pain of a normal spanking. What *did* hurt was Luca's pride. Being spanked like a little kid, and while in a freshly pooed diaper, all in front of kids who would never respect his age again... He started to cry. Not just silent streaking tears, but loud sobbing and fussing, like he was the age that his predicament would usually be appropriate for. His juvenile anguish did nothing to dissuade his irate father from continuing, though the man did berate his middle child about acting his age. As if on cue, Luca had lost control of his bladder and begun to soak himself while over his father's knee. The warm wetness spread quickly across the front of his diaper and caused the garment to swell, making it immediately obvious to his dad what he was doing. His dad went ballistic, shouting about how Luca was still acting like a big baby to spite him over his punishment. Luca was given no opportunity to defend his actions, instead getting a much harsher volley of smacks to his squishy seat. As if to defend from the increased strength of the swats, Luca lost further control and let out a powerful, gurgling fart into his diaper; in its loud length, it brought with it a fresh torrent of muck that made his backside puff outward to accommodate. The product of Luca's earlier gluttony was now fully packed into the puffy diaper that he'd been put in. His cousins all lost it at that, and the tense room filled with laughter, proceeded immediately by more squishy whaps. The rest of his spanking went by more quickly, though it felt like it would never end. All he could think about was how he wished he'd never complained about having to sit at the kid's table, and how he shouldn't have antagonized all his younger cousins so much. Everything that'd gone awry was his own fault. His tantrum had gotten him put in a diaper, his gluttony had assured that the diaper would be filled, and his bullying had given these brats the motive to take him down a notch. And after all of it, he was having doubts that he'd escape the kiddy table next year either. With how angry his dad seemed, for his now teenage son to act so immaturely in front of company, Luca would be lucky to even escape diapers by the time Thanksgiving rolled back around! Once his father had finished disciplining Luca, if it could even really be called that, he let the boy stand back up and he turned to Luca's mother. "Go ask Linda if we can borrow some more of Jared's diapers. If Luca wants to use them like a two year old, then we're going to need a few." Luca tried to beg for the diapers to be a done deal, even pleading and apologizing through his sobbing. His pleas fell on deaf ears and his fate was decided, but when it'd come time for Luca to assume that he'd at least have the dignity of a diaper change, his dad had told him that he'd have to wait; if he wanted to potty in his diaper, then he'd have to be prepared to sit in it for a while. So Luca was left to stew in his smelly diaper, while he watched Ricky get led away to have his own poopy diaper changed. He thought he'd already hit rock bottom, but only now did that really feel true. He was the biggest baby at the kid's table.