Story #74: The Diapers He Bought

Story #74: The Diapers He Bought (Content Tags: Slice of life, pantspooping, humiliation, diaper punishment, messy diapers, mild femdom) It'd been the worst birthday ever for a scraggly, straw-haired kid named Dakota. December birthdays were already difficult with how close to Christmas they ran, but this one had become even worse! When it'd come time to unwrap the present from his older brother, while seated in front of all his friends from school, the thing that his brother gave him was shame. He'd noticed how strange the gift had felt in his hands, before he'd actually opened it. Colby, his older brother, had slyly mentioned it was something he knew his brother could really use. Perhaps if Dakota had been more discerning, not only with the odd attributes of the present, but with the devious grin that Colby had. Inside the sloppily wrapped veil was something shiny and blue, a package of some sort! He tore away some more of the paper, and he started to hear a few giggles around the room. What had he just revealed? It was the image of a well-padded rump, half the picture of the boy who was modeling the undignified garment. When Dakota again tore into the paper, from the front this time, his eyes grew wide. It was a package of diapers. Big ones, with cutesy little cartoon prints. Not baby diapers, but something meant for an eight year old (nine in a few hours!) like him. Something undeniably intended for a boy who wasn't so reliable with the toilet. Dakota's world crashed down around him while he gawked at the smiling boy on the package. The childish snickering in the room erupted into an uproarious fit of giggles, with voices clashing against eachother as the other children pointed out that Dakota had indeed gotten diapers for his ninth birthday. The shock, the dread, the humiliation...It was just all too much. Dakota couldn't peel his eyes from the package of diapers, while his face got red and his eyes got wet with embarrassment. It was all too much, and in that moment, while sitting there with diapers in his hands, his bowels let loose into his underpants. "You keep crappin' in your pants all the time, so I figured it'd be a good gift to get you. Heck, if I didn't, then I'm sure Santa would just bring you some himself!" Tears streaked Dakota's face and he stood up from his chair, his fingers squeezing the package in his hands, before tossing them onto the table and turning to run off. As he had run away, loudly sobbing in despair, his guests had then been treated to the brown-stained pants that he'd revealed to him. It'd been the worst birthday, but it was about to become the best Christmas. Dakota had wailed and sulked, tucked away in the boys' shared bedroom, while Colby got completely chewed out by his irate parents. Colby's mean-spirited prank had gone way too far, and after the kids had left the party, Colby would get a tongue-lashing worthy of his transgressions. Dakota's little 'problem' was no secret within the family. There was no way it could be! The boy was prone to bouts of soiling himself, usually when he was too distracted by whatever he was obsessed with. He'd gotten in trouble, over and over, but the problem had persisted. It happened a few times a week, and when pressed on it, Dakota would bashfully insist that he had been too focused on whatever he was doing to notice he needed to go. His parents thought it was an issue of laziness, so they punished him for it, and kept threatening that they'd make him wear diapers if he didn't stop acting like a baby. Over time, and after some discussion with Dakota's doctor, they had softened somewhat on his accidents. They'd at least been convinced it wasn't a simple matter of laziness, but they still considered it a lapse in discipline, and so the punishment was only made lighter. Talks of diapering him stopped, and things had become routine. Colby, his eleven year old brother, was less convinced that it was some tribulation that had to be overcome. After enough occurrences of Dakota dookin' himself happened in his presence, and especially their bedroom, he thought that a much harsher hand was needed here. That was why he'd bought the diapers, to give Dakota a kick in the pants. He had considered that his parents might get mad, but he'd more honestly thought that they'd instead agree with him and maybe even make Dakota put one on to let it really soak in. So it'd come as a surprise when they yelled at him, or when he'd gotten his first spanking in years. When the dust had settled, a decision had been made, and it'd affect both brothers in different ways. Dakota's pantspooping had gone on long enough, and the current load in his briefs was evidence that things needed to change. For Colby, it was clear that he'd done a terrible thing to his brother and there needed to be serious consequences for his actions. Dakota was presented with a new package, this one displaying a much more discreet, pull-on garment. Like Pull-Ups or Goodnites, but without the glaring immaturity. Their parents explained that he'd be wearing them at home until he could prove that he didn't need them. Colby laughed from his seat in the living room, but then his parents presented him what he was about to wear. It was the diapers that he'd bought. All that planning to find the most humiliating kind, and now it was being used against him. The irony was palpable. He was going to wear every pair in the package. Until they were all gone, and Colby had sprung for a pretty big pack of them. Then, as if adding insult to injury, they explained that he'd be helping his little brother improve, because he'd be padded as long as he was. If Dakota could suffer the indignity of his training pants indefinitely, then it may be a very long time before Colby was allowed back to the pride of underwear. His fate was entirely in the hands of the younger brother that he'd so totally humiliated in front of all his little friends. That tidbit made Dakota's sulking frown turn into a broad grin. The final nail in Colby's coffin was the explanation that while Colby was demoted back to diapers, his younger brother would be considered an authority over him, and that they would allow carte blanche on the further intricacies of his punishment to come from the younger boy. Colby had messed up big-time. In his ploy to embarrass his baby bro, he himself had become the baby bro, and he'd be in that position for as long as Dakota desired. His parents hoped it would teach him a lesson about being nice to Dakota, but it was more likely going to teach Dakota a lesson on how good it felt to be in control. Dakota's imagination was already stretching wide with the ideas that were coming to mind, and his first decree in that moment was that if Colby had bought the diapers to be pooped in, then the boy should be expected to use them for just that. Sure, it was vindicating enough just to make him wear them, but if he wanted to really get back at Colby, then he needed to make sure that the toilet was totally off-limits. Colby's arguments were thwarted by threats of his punishment extending even longer and he had little choice but to comply once his parents told him it was time to put the first diaper of the package on. They made him open the diapers up himself, and take one of the white rectangles out, to feel in his hand the shameful thing he'd tried to make his brother wear. Then, with Dakota as an audience, their mother made Colby lay down on the floor, and she put him into his first diaper since toddlerhood. Colby's cheeks couldn't have been redder, only able to cover his face and imagine this was some kind of twisted nightmare that he'd soon wake up from. This was no bad dream though, this was the outcome that he'd been cursed to suffer. All because of the diapers that he'd bought. It was Colby's turn to hide in their room now, especially when he stopped to remember what the evening would bring. Their aunt, uncle and cousins would be coming by to wish Dakota a happy birthday. He still had a couple of hours before he should expect their arrival, but once they were here, he feared that either his parents or his brother would spill the beans on what he had under his shorts. At least with his brother, there was some sense of mutually assured destruction. If Dakota blabbed about the diapers, then Colby could easily throw the little boy under the bus by mentioning that he had on a Pull-up. The sting wouldn't quite be the same though; it was no secret in the family that Dakota had problems with messing his pants, and their cousins already teased him for it. For Colby, being older than the rest of the kids, the revelation of being diapered would hit much harder. Colby wouldn't even have the dignity of being able to teach any of them a lesson, since he was already under so much scrutiny; with the punishment he was on, any taunting done to him would likely be overlooked intentionally. Colby would stew and seethe with these thoughts, until he was eventually interrupted by both a knock at his door and a cramping in his gut. He hadn't used the restroom since he woke up, and all the pizza from Dakota's party was catching up to him. "Colby, your cousins are here! You need to stop moping and come say hi!" His mother said from behind the door. It was showtime, whether he was ready or not. With an exasperated sigh, he came out from his hiding and anxiously made his way downstairs. He could already hear his cousins from here: Fiona was the older of the two, at ten, while Grace was the youngest at six. Both were completely insufferable. Dakota was already seated at the kitchen table with the girls, a board game laid out, with the expectation that the preteen would be joining them for a rousing round of whatever colorful title had stricken Dakota's fancy. The adults would be in the living room, watching some sports and catching up, and the children were to be confined to the other room. "Took ya long enough! Sit down, we gotta start the game!" Grace exclaimed, bouncing in her seat. "Yeah, what took you so long? Were you in the bathroom or what?" Fiona added, the rules of the game in her hands. Dakota quietly snickered, "Doubt it..." Colby blushed and swiftly took a seat at the table, cringing as he felt the plush padding press against his posterior. "Was just uh, finishing a round of Fortnite." He lied, glancing at his brother with a subtle glare. Fiona went on to explain the rules of the game and Colby was zoning out; they'd picked a very simple one, mostly for Grace's sake, which meant that there really wasn't too much complexity to comb over. Besides being bored by the dullness of the juvenile game, Colby was also still fighting the growing chaos in his bowels, which required a lot more mental energy than listening did. "Alright...Everyone understand?" "Yup!" Nodded Dakota. "Uh-huh!" Chirped Grace. "..." "...Colby?" The older boy blinked, "Huh? What?" "Do you understand the rules?" Fiona repeated, looking annoyed. "I know how hard those can be for *boys*." Colby rolled his eyes, "Move the stupid piece around the board and answer questions on the cards. Yeah, I get it, let's just start." Things went smoothly at first, though Grace had to keep asking for help with reading some of the words on the cards that she got. The questions were about the other players, with the idea being that you needed to know things about your opponents. Some were simple, such as hair color or age, while some were more detailed, such as asking about hobbies or sports. Colby wasn't doing great, since he couldn't focus and he didn't retain a huge knowledge of his cousins in the first place. His piece on the board was falling behind even Grace, something that the other kids kept teasing him over. Grace spun the wheel and the color dictated that she'd have to answer a question about Colby. She drew a card from the deck and started to giggle. "Does your person wear *diapers*?" Colby's face got red, and he was frozen in shock. It was a game simple enough that a toddler could play, so the card asking that wasn't just some immature joke. He could feel Dakota's eyes on him, but he wouldn't give the younger brat the satisfaction of making eye contact. "Well, lemme think...! What do you think, Fi-Fi? Does Colby still wear diapers like a big baby?" She jokingly asked, waving the card around in her hand. Fiona smirked, looking between the two boys at the table. "Well, I know that Dakota *should*, since he likes to go in his pants still. But Colby? Hmm...Well, he *is* a dumb boy..." Dakota's smugness died there at the accuracy of the callout. "I-I don't need diapers!" The boy huffed. While his little brother whined and tried to defend himself, Colby was at the point where he needed to let go of some gas to relieve the awful pressure in his bowels. He tried to take it slowly, delicately pushing to rip one in his babypants. **FRRRRTTTT!** The gastrointestinal roar had been a lot louder than he'd intended, and it'd also been a gamble that hadn't paid off. For the first time since he was a toddler, Colby could feel something hot and solid getting squeezed into the back of his diaper. He'd just crapped his pants, just like he was always mocking Dakota over. It wasn't a simple shart either, but a full-on poopy payload in his Pampers. "Eww! Dakota! Did you seriously just go in your pants at the table?" The girls thought it was the serial pantspooper to blame; why suspect the older brother for such a vile thing? And with the fumes of his disgrace starting to spread, Colby could only hope that they'd continue to pin Dakota as the culprit. "T-that wasn't me! It was Colby! I didn't poo my pants!" "Well it sure stinks like you did!" Grace countered, pinching her nose. "Don't lie, Dakota. You're supposed to be a big boy, especially on your birthday! You're nine now, not three." Fiona chastised, getting up from her chair. "Are you really going to make me check you like you're a baby?" Dakota was getting angry. "I told you, its not me! Colby farted! And he probably pooed his **DIAPER**!" The room got quiet for a moment, the accusation hanging in the air just as the odor did, and it went uncontested for longer than Colby should have let it. Fiona and her sister exchanged looks, and then directed their attention to the silent boy at the table. "..Colby, is that true?" "N-no! Don't be stupid! Dakota's the baby in the family, not me." Colby sputtered, looking away. "Then why don't you prove it?" His brother asked, deciding it was time that Colby got a taste of his own medicine. "Show us that you aren't wearing a diaper, or that you didn't poop your pants." More seething silence from the preteen, and Fiona was starting to close the gap. Finally, Colby stood up from the table and knocked his piece off the board. "I don't have to prove nothin'! I'm done playing this stupid game!" He turned to walk away, but Fiona hooked a finger in the waistband of his pants and tugged them down in one fell swoop. In an instant, the big puffy diaper was the center of attention for the girls still in disbelief. "He really does have a diaper on!" Grace jeered, pointing at the cartoon-printed garment. "It looks just like what a baby wears!" Colby started to scramble to pull his pants back up and Fiona took the opportunity to pull the waistband back on the diaper and peer down. "C-Colby! You *did* poop! I guess your brother wasn't the only one who doesn't know how to use the potty right, huh?" What a terrible start to this punishment. He'd already been humiliated in front of his cousins, who he knew he'd be seeing again for the upcoming holidays, and he'd somehow made his pantsfilling brat of a baby brother look good in comparison. Worse, it was a peek into what his future would look like. This wouldn't be the only time he'd be pooping in his diapers, hardly! This would become a daily occurrence of what he was expected to do in his diapers. The diapers that he'd bought.