Long Story #10: Unwanted Presents (1972)

Long Story #10: Unwanted Presents (1972) (A time warped story based on Unwanted Presents) Content Tags: (Messy diapers, farting, forced diaper sniffing, diapered facesitting, cousins, bullying, humiliation, domination, classism) A tale of two cousins, of two households, from which they were given very different opportunities and would have very different outcomes. One very well off, and one which couldn't be more opposite. What other extra twist of fate could there be but to also give them birthdays that fell on the same week? Casey wasn't pleased that they would be sharing a party this year, but his parents had felt charitable, and knowing that their poorer relatives would struggle in throwing a decent party for their son, they'd virtuously suggested that they do a joint party for the cousins. That meant Casey would have to share his special day, the one where he'd be turning eleven, with 'Farty-Marty'. They were a few years apart, and with Martin's 'condition', that gulf seemed so much larger to Casey. So a twerp turning eight would hold as much sway over the content of the party as a respectable boy such as himself, who would be encroaching closer to teenhood. The age gap, and even the vast socioeconomic gap, were not the biggest issues though. Marty was still crapping in his pants like an infant; it was just something he'd never seemed to be able to outgrow, even when he'd proven himself capable of using a toilet to wee. Casey wasn't intimate enough with the details of 'why' to give a definitive cause himself, but he'd always hovered between Marty being gross and lazy, or that Marty was 'softer in the head' than anyone was willing to say out loud. He didn't have to see Marty very often, which was his preference, but every family get-together was an embarrassing Polaroid of grubby trailer-trash, swaddled in a big terry-cloth diaper (usually stained with what was hopefully dirt, like the rest of him), farting and making stinkers in his britches. It was good enough for a laugh, but that was with the privacy of it being a family event, not a party where kids he knew would be in attendance. How mortifying it would be! Pitting class in with the classless and pretending they deserved to share the same special day, or even the same venue for that matter. It was too late for him to try to cancel either; today had marked the first day of the Autumn break, and the birthday party would be in two days, with his relatives arriving *today*. He had no way of telling any schoolmates to not come, and his parents would be furious if they caught him trying to dissuade neighbors. Whether or not he sanctioned it, this trainwreck was going to happen, and the only aspect that Casey could oversee would be active damage control. Anything Casey had said, any way he had attempted to plead his case, none of it would stick. So now he just sat dejectedly on the swing set in his back yard, angry and frustrated that his perfect party was going to be pooped on, and quite literally at that. Meanwhile, Marty himself hadn't been too happy about the arrangement either. He sat in the back of his family's dinged up '65 Impala, bags both behind and beside him in the car, and a small frown plastered on his face. He wore a white tank top that was stained with the burger place they'd stopped earlier at for lunch, and below that were the shiny plastic pants that stretched over a thick stack of cloth diapers. His parents hadn't wanted to stop too much on the trip, so they'd doubled up his padding and encouraged that he just go in his pants if he needed to. That wasn't all that different from a typical day for him, but his 'accidents' were usually just that, accidents. Aside from bedwetting, he didn't have bladder control issues, it was entirely an issue of his bowel control. All too often, Marty would be playing and just feel that something was pushing into his diaper, and other times, the urge to poop would simply be too powerful to overcome. Part and parcel with that was the related flatulence malady, which felt nearly as embarrassing as what those rampant farts led to. The result was that Marty, who should otherwise be a normal young boy, was tooting and making loads in his pants more frequently (and explosively) than a two year old. This set of embarrassing circumstances was bad enough to handle at school, or in the neighborhood he lived in, but he really felt the sting when he was forced to visit with his older cousin. The two couldn't have been more dissimilar: Casey was rich and snobbish, while Marty was impoverished and slobbish; Casey was smart, lean, and tidy, while Marty was dumb, portly, and dirty; Casey would be getting a truckload of pricey presents, while Marty would probably only get a few secondhand toys. If Marty was too blind to see the unjust contrast, then Casey was all too willing to spell it out for him during every encounter. The dirty diapers might have been a punctuated focus of mockery, but there was always room to talk about how much of a fat, dumb, dirty bumpkin he apparently was. So when Marty's parents had excitedly told him that he'd be sharing a party with Casey, his reaction hadn't been great. He'd soiled himself right then and there, loudly and profusely too, and they'd thought it must have been out of excitement, but it'd actually been out of anxiety-ridden rage. He'd tried to get out of doing it since then too, but his folks wouldn't budge. It was all too tempting for them to take the free party, especially since that also meant they'd be able to live a little more luxuriously for a few days while they stayed in town. Money was tight, and they lived frugally, so this type of opportunity was just too good to pass up. So this was going to happen, and Marty would be spending nearly the entirety of his break from school sharing a room with his rude, uppity cousin. This time though, Marty didn't know if he could take the snob's verbal abuse; he was already mad knowing that Casey would be undeservedly receiving much better birthday presents than him, but to be ruthlessly belittled and taunted the whole time too? It wouldn't take a whole lot for Marty to finally snap and when he did, he'd show his cousin why it was a bad idea to mess with him. When they'd finally made it to their destination, Marty begged his parents to let him get better dressed before they went in, but they brushed off his bashful request as being silly. They said it wasn't as if his aunt or uncle hadn't seen his diapers before, and while that was true, Marty was more concerned with his cousin's commentary. He slunk inside, carrying a scant bag in one hand, and hoisting his 'diaper bag' over the other. His aunt and uncle greeted him with chipper enthusiasm, talking down to him like he was a slack jawed idiot; Marty was used to the condescension, especially from adults who didn't have much respect for his intellect. They told him to take his stuff to Casey's room, since that'd where he'd be staying during his visit. As large as this house was, there were only two leftover guest rooms: one would be occupied by Marty's parents, while the other was currently being used as storage for all the gifts that Casey would be getting. Marty sighed and made his way up the stairs, his thickly padded bottom making the trek more difficult than it should be. Once he'd gotten outside the door to the room, he took a deep breath and reminded himself that he wouldn't be taking any of his older cousin's mockery this time. Feeling he should still practice good manners, he gave the door a knock. It took a few moments before the knob began to turn, but once the door had opened up, Marty could quickly realize something unexpected. It'd been about a year since he'd last seen his cousin, and Marty had hit a little growth spurt during that time, Casey on the other hand, looked just the same as he did before. Marty had always been more husky than his cousin, but now he was only shorter by a handful of inches! Casey appeared equally surprised to see that Marty had shot up like a weed, but to him, it just made things more repulsive! The giant diapers were only more suspect on a larger boy, and as Casey's eyes veered down, a cringe came across his face. "Oh...Hey Farty-Marty. I guess you're going to be stinking my room up like a barn, aren't you?" He bitterly greeted, begrudgingly opening the door more widely to let the younger boy inside. Casey's room was much larger than Marty's own, and it was absolutely packed with expensive little toys and doodads. Every time that Marty saw it, he was filled with envy and more than a little bitterness of his own. The diapered boy waddled in and set his bags by the bed they'd be having to share. Casey closed the door and huffed, folding his scrawny arms and giving Marty a dirty look. "...Just like you're going to stink up my big birthday party. Can't you pretend to be house-trained for just one day? And while you're at it, maybe pretend to not be poor." Marty bit his lip sheepishly. "W-well, I..." His cousin didn't give him a chance to finish his thought before interrupting: "That was rhetorical, dumb-dumb! Do you even know what 'rhetorical' means? Of course not! You're just a gross, tubby dimwit in diapers!" The younger boy balled up his fists, starting to get angry. Casey didn't usually lay it on this thick, at least not so quickly! And now that the size difference wasn't as significant, Marty was finding some courage to defend himself. "S-shut up, Casey! I'm not stupid just because I wear diapers! I didn't want to do this dumb joint-party thing either, but its happening, and I'm not going to let you bully me for it!" The older cousin was visibly taken aback by the explosion. Marty was typically so soft-spoken and wimpy! He'd have to break that spirit before it became something more... "You're in *my* room and I'll talk to you however I want. Now sit down, shut up, and listen to the ground rules for my party. First of all, you have to wear pants. Second, you're not allowed to talk to any of my friends, so just find a corner to sit in or something. Third, no touching any of my presents; just because your parents are dumb, broke bumpkins, doesn't mean you can play with any of *my* toys. Fourth! No dumping in your pants at the party! I don't care what you have to do, but you will *not* humiliate me that way! You getting all this, porky?" Five minutes in and Marty had reached his breaking point for verbal abuse. His eyes filled with fire and let out an angry screech as he ran right into his snobby kin. Casey hadn't been expecting it, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to guard against it; the older boy went down like a sack of potatoes, and with the heavier boy right on top of him. "G-get off! You're going to touch me with that nasty diaper of yours!" Casey hissed, ineffectively wriggling underneath his cousin's superior heft. "Good! I'm so sick of you acting like you're so much better than me! I think it's time that *you* were made into the 'embarrassing' one, the poor one!" Marty didn't exactly know how he was supposed to accomplish any of his screed, so he was having to make everything up as he went. The sheer anger had managed to shake loose some luggage lodging in his lower gut though, courtesy of the greasy burger joint that still left its stains on his shirt. The sudden pressure in his bowels, overwhelming in force, gave him a crazy idea. "..And maybe you should *have* to be touching my diaper. You're always making fun of it, so maybe you'd like a closer look at how the sausage gets made!" Still having Casey pinned, Marty turned himself around, so that his prodigiously puffy posterior was situated right above Casey's terrified face. "Ugh! Get your BUTT outta my FACE!" He shouted, the size of the house no longer working in his favor, since nobody could hear this commotion. "Why?" Marty teased spitefully, beginning to really enjoy the power trip. "I'm just making you a *present*." **FRRRRTTT!** The fart rippled wetly into the bulky bulwark of the terry cloth, and Casey began to squirm more anxiously. The younger boy paid no mind to his struggles, instead lowering his padded butt closer and closer towards Casey's face. "On the way here, I had to ask myself... What do you get for the boy who has everything? It just came to me though! You get him an *attitude adjustment*" Marty blew another juicy trumpet note and a crackling sound began to slowly emanate from his thick cloth diaper. When Marty had told Casey he would show him how the 'sausage' gets made, this wasn't what the older cousin had imagined. A large solid turd was crowning and causing the plastic pants over the diapers to rustle loudly as it made its gassy descent. "Get off, get off! Y-you're *going* in your diaper!" Casey pitifully squealed, only making Marty feel more powerful. "That's right! I'm--Mmmph! M-making a big, big, BIG p-poop, just for you!" Marty laughed between bouts of strained grunting. More crackling filled the air, and there was a sudden **THWUMP** as the gargantuan log pinched off and dropped the full weight of its glory into Marty's baby pants. The lump grew dramatically and sagged low enough to press up against Casey's nose. Even with the extra odor guard of the plastic pants, the older boy could catch a faint whiff of fresh stool, and the warmth of the turd radiated intensely. "What do you think so far?" Marty coyly asked, wiggling his lumpy diapered rear right against Casey's nose. "Take a big whiff. A real big one. You like to call me 'Farty-Marty' all time, I just want to live up to the title." The younger boy scrunched up his face and let loose another longwinded tuba note, just for Casey to suffer under. "Now here's how I figure things are gonna go. You're going to do everything I say, and I mean *everything*, or you're going to find yourself right back under my smelly diaper...And that'll just be for *starters*." There were three days until the party, and Marty would be staying another couple of days afterwards. That was five days to subjugate his snooty cousin to the worst humiliations imaginable, and enough time to degrade him to a level that'd leave a permanent scar on his social life. Marty sat down more fully on Casey's face and gave another push; the diaper seat again expanded with hot droppings, and the domineering brat made sure to squish around in his bounty. Once he'd finally gotten up, allowing Casey to get a breath of fresh air, instead of a nose full of his fowl miasma, the back of his drooping plastic pants wetr noticeably staining brown, the messy misadventure proving a little much even for his bulky stack of garments. "Now that I've unloaded, I still have to unpack. Why don't you show me how good you are at listening to orders and get my stuff put away?" Casey sluggishly got back up to his feet, nose burning and mind fluttering in a smog. His embarrassment was compounded by so many factors, and his pride was wounded so profoundly, that he didn't feel he could do the obvious thing and tattle. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone knowing that he'd been denigrated by a younger kid, transformed into a diaper-sniffer, even if just for a moment. No, he'd sooner abide by every whim of his cousin, than to admit to something as undignified as that. What he didn't know, was that Marty's plan would lead to an overall worse outcome in every way. He wouldn't be able to notice though; Marty would start small and ramp things up gradually, until things had snowballed beyond a place that tattling would even help. Marty watched Casey begin to unpack his bag and put his clothes away in the extra drawer of his dresser. The stinker smirked and got up on the bed, sitting in his freshly pooed padding and welling up with pride about how he'd taken control of things. Years of mockery had been reversed in an instant, and now Casey would be getting a taste of his own bitter medicine. The next step that Marty planned on taking would be to begin tarnishing Casey's character. If his plan was going to fully bloom to a beautiful fruition, then Casey's reputation needed to be impugned, and that had to start right here in the household. The boy's parents would need to see what an immature, unrefined little brat their son was. Setting up that groundwork would be instrumental in not only redistribution of the present pile, but in giving Casey the one present he truly needed: humility. Marty wanted Casey to understand what it was like to waddle a mile in his dumpy diapers, both figuratively and literally. Marty wanted to see Casey be made into the same kind of poopy pariah that Marty was: Helplessly farting on himself and loudly pooping in a big dumb diaper, while all the world could watch and laugh. This was shaping up to be the best birthday week ever for one cousin, and the worst one ever for the other. One thing was crystal clear, at least to Marty: both boys would be in dirty diapers by the end of fall break. (To be continued!)