Long Story #4: Daycare Blues: The Return

Long Story #4: Daycare Blues: The Return (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, condescended to by a toddler, diaper check, baby clothes, laxative-laced food) Jake was displeased, but not necessarily surprised by the familiar route his trip in the car had taken. Even from his newfound carseat, where he'd been dutifully strapped in and given a pacifier to entertain himself with, he could spot the same landmarks as before. It'd been a few weeks since the...'Accident', or rather, the *many* accidents. The consequences of which had uprooted the trajectory of his entire Summer in one fell swoop. He'd tried to forget his humiliation, but a daily reminder remained taped around his waist, and he had to think about how embarrassed he'd been, every time that he had to do his 'business'. Life as a 'toddler' hadn't been very easy, at least from the standpoint of defending his dignity: early bedtimes, unannounced diaper checks and changes, baby talk, bottles, an entirely new wardrobe, and of course, a certain mixture added to his breakfast that kept him **very** regular. That stolen sippy cup (or rather the contents of it), the one that was supposed to go to a very 'blocked up' Marvin, had been replicated in a more manageable, long-term dosage to keep him filling his pants multiple times each day. Jake didn't know it, but his mom had figured things out as early as the morning after his ordeal. He'd first been punished for pooping his pants so many times at daycare, something she could only see as 'acting out', but when the daycare had called to inform her about the likely context of the situation, her strategy had shifted. Jake was no longer being punished for those accidents, instead he was being punished for stealing and then lying about it, something he had still yet to rectify! The car turned into the parking lot and came to a stop. Here it was, the daycare center where all this had originated. His mother turned off the car and got out, coming to the back to slowly get her son unstrapped from the age-inappropriate car seat. "Mommy has a lot of work to do today, honey. So you'll be spending the afternoon here again. Luckily, you're better dressed for the part this time." Jake felt his face get hot. From the diaper, to the pacifier, to the colorful romper he had been dressed in, he couldn't argue that he looked like a daycare diaper-boy. He didn't respond, instead sulking and idly chewing on the rubber nipple of the pacifier. "...And this time, I expect that you'll behave better, right? I'd hate to have to extend your punishment into the school year.." That was enough to pique his panic, and he nodded emphatically that he understood her warning utterly and completely. "Y-yes m-mommy! I won't be bad!" He nervously chirped, letting his pacifier fall and dangle from the string that clipped to his romper. "Good! Then let's go in. Grab your diaper bag for me." Jake wasn't happy to oblige, but he also wasn't about to act up so immediately after such a threat. He picked the pastel bag up, wincing from how infantile it appeared, and took his mother's hand to cross the parking lot. He got some bemused or shocked looks in the lobby as he got checked in. It'd been a desperate last resort last time, since Jake was otherwise far too old for this daycare, but this time there was an active, cooperative conspiracy to allow him in. His mother handed off the hefty diaper bag to the workers and gave her son a peck on the cheek, reminding him one more time to be good, and leaving him with a pointed pat on his padded posterior. The grade schooler remained quiet while getting taken back into the room he'd despised so much last time, hearing the uproarious giggles and squeals of the tots at play within before he even got through the door. "Are you thirsty at all, honey?" Jake was taken aback by the gentle question and he gave a little nod. She took him to the fridge, and he had a somewhat guilty reaction to seeing it again. He was back at the scene of the crime, not that the worker betrayed any knowledge of his prior sins. She opened the fridge and began to grab a juice box. "Oh wow, that's a yummy looking piece of cake! That must be Alice's cake, too bad she doesn't come in the rest of the week, she'll probably forget she even left it there!" The woman exclaimed, the boy not realizing how bad her acting was. "Heck, I probably won't remember it either, since I'm about to leave for the day!" She took the juice box out and closed the fridge, turning to hand the beverage to the red-haired lad. "But don't worry, Miss Bethany will be taking over for me, so you'll just need to let her know if you go potty in your diaper, okay? She usually focuses so much on the little babies, that she completely forgets to check on the big ones!" The set-up was as clear as day, but Jake wasn't the brightest kid, and his sweet tooth was blinding him to any sense of critical thinking. All he could consider was that: The cake wouldn't be noticed missing, the only person aware of it was about to leave, and the person coming in wasn't going to really be watching him that carefully! And also, it looked REALLY good! Even if this 'Alice' returned and remembered the cake, she'd probably just think that somebody eventually threw it out! No one would ever know that he ate it! A perfect and tasty crime... "Well, I'm going to go now, Jake. Be good for Miss Bethany." The ginger nodded, mentally crossing his fingers at the affirmation he was giving. As had been explained, the older woman came in to take over, and while she at first cooed at how 'cute' Jake looked, she quickly got to fawning over the youngest of the charges in the room. Jake didn't waste any time. He carefully and quietly snuck back to the fridge and opened it up, before absconding with the cake to behind one of the cribs. As he had anticipated, the treat was divine; the frosting was excessive, just as he liked it. He thought he tasted something funny in it, but he assumed it was just one of those ingredients that adults liked in their sweets. He nabbed some baby wipes from the changing table and got his hands and face cleaned up, wincing afterward at the smell of the wipes, especially with what it now meant to him. Now with a tummy full of cake, he could name one good thing about coming to daycare today. Finding little else to do, he went and began to dig through one of the toy bins, knowing he'd have to really stretch his imagination to have some fun here. He cobbled together a menagerie of assorted toys, having to pretend really hard that they were cooler than they were. After the first few lackluster minutes, he found a groove, and was soon smiling and making sound effects as he made a doll and a stuffed animal 'fight'. Jake lost himself in his entertainment for a good hour, only being shaken from it, when a shadow cast itself in front of him. He looked up and scowled, recognizing the curly blond mop of the little brat that'd tattled on him last time he was here for loading his pants. "Hewwo! Guess your mommy put ya back in diapees this time, huh? Or did ya go poopie in your big kid pants today?" Jake furrowed his brow and looked back down at his toys, trying his best to ignore the obnoxious tot. The little boy didn't seem to get the message though, and remained standing right in front of Jake. "I'm in Pull-ups now, like a big boy. Guess dat means I'm biggerer den' you, huh?" He giggled, pulling down the waistband of his shorts to show off the training pants he'd been recently promoted to. "I know how to use da' potty real well! I can teach you too." The condescending tone was miserable to the older boy's ears, intolerable really. Jake began to stand up, so that he could properly put this runt in his place; he put his hands on his hips and glowered down at him. "Listen here, you baby brat, I know how to use the 'potty' just fine. I was pottytrained before you were even born! I'm just wearin' a diaper because I got in trouble for...for..." He trailed off, eyes getting wide as he felt an odd tingle down his spine. He didn't know it, but the special ingredients of the cake he'd pilfered were starting to take their very potent effect in his bowels. There was almost a boiling in his gut, but he thought at first it was just from having too much sugar. "...In trouble for, umm..." He didn't get to finish his sentence, before a sloppy fart began to powerfully blast the back of his diaper; it was so strong, that it almost felt like the thrusters of a rocket, threatening to push him forward on his feet. Halfway through the flatulent symphony, a massive steamer began to crown and make a speedy descent into his bulky diaper. It cannon balled into his jumbo sized Pampers and immediately made a distinctive, well-defined lump in the back of his romper. It was sizable enough to make the boy appear to have a stubby tail. The gassy eruption ended shortly after the sticky loaf had made full landfall, leaving in its wake only some wet remnant toots. Jake's face was one of shocked horror, while the tot he'd given the show to was in a more bemused form of surprise. After the initial shock had worn off, the younger boy's face twisted into a juvenile mirth, and he began to bust out laughing. "Hehehe...hahahaha! You maked a really, really icky boom-boom in your diapee! It sounded like..." The toddler put his hands to his mouth and blew, immaturely trying to emulate the impressively gross gas Jake had displayed. "N-noo! It was...It was j-just a fart..!" The redhead desperately claimed, indignant shame causing his face to start turning red. "Nuh-uh! Good boys don't lie about havin' poopy-pants!" The blond waggled a finger. A week in Pull-Ups, and the toddler was already getting smugly superior to his less 'mature' peers; he wasn't a diaper-baby like them anymore! He was a big kid in big kid pants, and that meant a responsibility to be a good role model for the diaper-babies! "I don't have poopy pants! S-shut up and leave me alone!" Jake fussed, his face only getting brighter as he grew more indignant at this vexing nuisance in front of him. "Yuh-huh you do! I'll check like da grown-ups do." The blond responded matter of factly, beginning to move toward Jake, as if his Pull-Ups also gave him clearance to undergo evaluating his less-gifted peers and to give their diapers a thorough investigation for 'uh-ohs'. "G-get away from me you little pest!" Jake glowered, taking a step back and then getting another sudden cramp in his gut. The sharp pain made him stop for a moment and gently put a hand over his tummy, and that gave the other boy plenty of time to circle around. He could obviously eye the discernible lump, and even knew it had to be a poopie, but he wanted to be thorough! "You gots baby clothes on, so I'll jus' hafta check like...This!" He suddenly jutted out his hands and grabbed the back of Jake's romper, specifically going for the big 'tail' Jake had made in back, and gripping it like a handle. "Yup! All warm too! You gotta poo-poo in your diapee, baby." Before Jake could make any other argument, the tot pushed against what he was holding, smearing the mass against Jake's bottom with a giggle. "..A big poo-poo too!" Jake cringed, forgetting about his poor tormented tummy for a moment, and thought only of getting payback on this pretentious little ankle-biter! Barely out of the crib, let-alone diapers, and he wanted to act all high and mighty over a kid nearly twice his age? "You better let go! Before I--Mmph...B-Before I...!" Jake's threat sputtered halfway in, his bodily urge overtaking his capacity for an unbroken sentence, instead interjecting little grunts into his speech pattern. Some more gas blasted into his diaper, completely independent of Jake's will, and the tot got wide eyes. He didn't even get to finish his threat, the conclusion, and answer as to 'what he'd do', coming in the form of another mushy log making a swift descent; the diaper bulged out even further, expanding the lump as the turds coalesced, and puffing out the bump that the blond had his hands wrapped around. "Hehe, eww! You maked another big doodie!" The younger brat couldn't help but find amusing, still at an age where potty humor was the peak. "You're gonna be in diapers a long, long time if you keep makin' poopies in your pants like *that*!" Jake was holding onto his gut, uneased by the spasms, and comparing the sensation to a worse version of what he'd dealt with during his first trip here (as well as every day of his punishment, though that was to a much less severe extent). "Miss teacher! Miss teacher! Da big kid pooed himself and den he pooed hisself again!" The other boy suddenly shouted across the daycare room. The woman was quick to respond to the toddler's shrill accusatory shrieks and made her way over to the pair. "What was that Teagan? You said someone made a boom-boom?" She directed at the tot, initially ignoring Jake, as if she didn't consider he could be involved with something so scandalous. "Uh-huh! It was *him*." Teagan took one hand off the lump to gesture more specifically at the red head he had in front of him. "He poopied, and fibbed 'bout it, and then I checked, an' he started to poopie AGAIN!" The curly haired tattletale recounted. The woman shifted her eyes to look at Jake, who was still having to split his attention to the awful brewing in his bowels. "Really? This big boy right here? Surely he's not in diapers still, not at his age..." Her ignorance was feigned, as like the rest of the daycare workers, she'd been filled in on how their resident 'big boy' would be baited into again stealing and again likely lying about it. "He is! He is! He got put in dem' last time he was here, cuz he kept going potty in his pants! An' he's wearin' em right now too, come look!" The woman crept closer and started to kneel down to investigate for herself what the romper contained. Jake couldn't handle the humiliation, "N-no! He's the one fibbin'! He, uh, he prolly took a dump in his Pull-Ups, and he's jus' trying to pin it on me!" "Nuh-uh! I'm a big boy, I don't do dat anymore! Look teacher, you can even see it!" Teagan exclaimed, taking his other hand off the pronounced lump, so that he could present it as the primary evidence for his claims. "Hmm...Well, young man, what's this then?" The woman inquired, giving the large, warm bump a firm pat, "Smuggling a baked potato in the back of your trousers? And I can hear that crinkling, so are you going to tell me that you're not wearing a diaper? Or did you stow a bag of chips back there too?" Jake whined softly at the sharpness of her words, and more at the further squishing of his pantload. "N-no, well, I, uhh... I..umm.." He anxiously stammered before the smug toddler and the curt woman. "...Well? If I take off this outfit, am I going to find the contents of your lunch box?" She furrowed her brow and followed up with, "..Or the contents of your breakfast?" Her clever wordplay was wasted on him, not just for his lack of understanding, but for how little he was listening to it, now that the third wave of cramps had come to a head. Jake knew he was about to poop AGAIN, and he couldn't stop that, but he desperately wanted to avoid such an immediate audience for it. He needed to protect his pride at least a little bit. So he made an awkward, stilted break for it. But he didn't make it very far, not because he was easily caught by the woman interrogating him, but because the knocking at his backdoor became deafening. The tainted cake had been such an assault on his system, that he'd been pooping with every step, without even having to stop at first. His hands hugging his stomach, each plod forward had been accompanied by a pronounced wet sputter in a longwinded continuum of gas, and each sputter brought with it another little lump into his diaper. Ten seconds of that had been all his body could handle, before he had to come to a complete stop and bend forward. "Ughh...N-nooo.." He pitifully murmured as Teagan and Miss Bethany were approaching, following the wake of his fumes like a trail on a map. A third steamer, even larger than the first two, began to make its way out into his diaper; the putrid python was so long that it began to coil up on top of his earlier indiscretions, magnifying the solid shape in the back of his taut romper by an impressive magnitude. He tried to not make a scene about it, but the size of the load and the prior fullness of his seat, made it difficult to push out about halfway through. As if he hadn't been ashamed enough of this spectacle, he began to have to loudly grunt like a two year old and shake his padded rump, while simultaneously using his hand to try to grab a hold of his diaper through the romper and pull it further outward. Between the noises and the sight, all eyes were on him. With a final thunderous fart, the massive turd pinched off and plopped its full heft into his babypants, resulting in both a loud sigh of relief and a very heavy, squishy sounding *thwump* as the back of the romper sagged. Three times, he'd pooped three times in the last five minutes, and his loaded Pamps surely reflected that feat. He was hardly an hour into his stay at the daycare and he had already shown himself to be an utterly incompetent, pantspooping **baby**. If it was anything like last time, this upcoming diaper change would hardly be his last either. "My, my, my..." The woman clicked her tongue in disapproval, "What on earth did you eat? That looks like the fullest diaper I've seen in a while! Then again, I don't usually see diapers *that* big to begin with..." His first chance for honesty at what he had in fact eaten, and Jake snubbed the opportunity. There was no way he was going to be in trouble on top of being chastised for acting like a big baby! He instead quietly let the woman lead him off to the changing table, where his diaper bag had been stowed away with his name on it. Only time would tell if he'd fess up to his crimes, or just have the oncoming poopy diapers be an indictment of his capabilities as a big kid.