Good Boy Clothing Company Part 2/? - Story
Jason woke up again with a groan, rolling over in his new twin sized race car bed with Spider-Man sheets and a thick, loud plastic sheet underneath. The diaper underneath his lamb onesie was soaked, like most were now when he woke up. Fuck, that was going to be another frowny face on the bedwetting chart, Jason thought to himself as he got up with a squish and waddled down to the breakfast table,
“What the fuck, man?!” Bryce, Jason’s 21 year old brother home from college exclaimed. Oh yeah, he’d only gotten in last night. He didn’t know about…everything,
“Now enough of that language Bryce,” Jason’s Dad admonished, “Jason’s just regressing a little cause he’s finally being a good little boy.” The clothes, Jason thought of again briefly before noticing he was uncontrollably soaking his diaper with more pee. It bulged out against his cotton onesie pants obscenely, like a balloon in a children’s glove.
“You could learn a thing a two about obedience, young man. That’s why I bought you some new clothes as well, after your last grade report I’m hoping we can turn things around with you.” Jason’s dad sternly ordered Bryce, much to his dismay.
After breakfast Jason took a bath while his dad dressed Bryce in a new outfit: hot wheels underoos, long jean shorts, and a red and white striped polo buttoned to the top and tucked in. To top off he had to wear a belt with Sesame Street characters covering it, truly heinous.
Jason almost wanted to laugh at his older brother’s humiliation, until his dad reminded him he was still the baby by taking his towel off him and dressing him in double ultra thick diapers, plastic pants, a pink onesie decorated with unicorns, and then white shortalls. Jason gulped as he realized any messes or spills would become ridiculously obvious in his new ensemble. And he was already christening his new diaper with fresh hot piss that immediately got wicked away by the soft comfortable padding.
“Come on, follow me boys.” Their dad ordered as the two boys, both men in many’s eyes but certainly not appearing to be those right now, shuffled after him all the way to the car.
Another new development awaited the brothers in the backseat, unsurprising to Jason after all his turmoil but horrifying to Bryce; two giant adult sized car seats, one red and blue. Jason’s dad picked up each boy and sat them in their respective new car seats, locking them into the five point harness that stretched across Jason’s diaper and rubbed Bryce’s penis into the lining of his underoos, reminding them both of their humiliation. They had never been so embarrassed, and they had no idea where they were headed but they were not eager to get there.
Jason’s dad had even purchased a CD from that good awful website, which he dropped in and immediately forced Jason to sing along.
These were all his favorite songs from when the boys were in pre-school, much to their humiliation; I’m a Little Teapot, Barney Is a Dinosaur, Tickle Time Is Fun, and Jason’s least favorite: Not Ready For Potty Training (Stinky Diaper Remix.)
Sometimes when Jason’s Dad drove him to school he furthered his humiliation by rolling the windows down while Jason was singing along. There was nothing like the seven am humiliation of being seen by your AP chem lab partner wearing an Elmo shirt and a diaper, sitting in a car seat, and singing along to I’ve Got the Bedwetter Blues.
Jason’s Dad didn’t roll the windows down today though. It was a short drive to the packed Sunnyview Mall.
Both boys groaned as they realized where they were as their Daddy got out of the drivers seat and came around to let each of his adult toddlers out of their car seats.
As they were walking in and people began pointing and giggling, Bryce started rubbing his tummy and walking funny.
You see, The Good Boy Clothing Company had spent a lot of time improving their clothes since they had taken two weeks to make Jason wet himself. Now they were a lot faster acting.
Bryce began to realize this as he slowly let out a loud fart. He NEVER farted in the public. His daddy didn’t acknowledge this as Bryce whined, his stomach rumbling and something moving downwards dangerously. Oh god, he thought to himself.
Jason, meanwhile, was just a large child. His diaper was soaked already, almost leaking, and he had drool sliding down his face. He was embarrassed, but he didn’t know how to stop. And he kindve enjoyed being like this.
Suddenly Bryce stopped walking, cried out in turmoil, bent over, and began shitting his pants. Jason gasped in empathic horror as his dad only sighed and shook his head,
“Damn baby, what’d you do that for?”
“I couldn’t stop it!” Bryce cried,
“Alright, let’s get you changed.” His dad said gruffly. Bryce began to protest, knowing what that meant, but his dad waved it off as he picked his son up and threw him over his shoulder; his bulging poopy pants in the air,
“WOOWEE STINKER!” His dad cried, causing more people to look over and laugh. Bryce wanted to die then and there, “YOU REALLY MADE A MESS LITTLE GUY!” He continued, before loudly and forcefully slapping Bryce’s ass; poop smashed everywhere across his butt and his stupid new toddler underwear.
Ten minutes later and as you can see above, Bryce was all double diapered up and dressed in a brand new outfit since his old one got a little poopy on it. He’s devastated, but Jason’s Dad can’t wait to see what The Good Boy Clothing Company comes out with next!
