Baby Birthday

Summary: A week before soon to be 8 year old Jason's birthday, he tries 
teaching his two year old brother to use the potty. This plan backfires 
on him and he develops an interest in diapers. (There's probably gonna 
be more to it, but I'm too lazy to sum it up. There should probably be 
a better title too. Oh well.)

Chapter 1: Potty "Training"

Jason had one wish for his birthday next week -- he wanted a bike more 
than anything this year. As a matter of fact, he couldn't think of 
anything else he wanted for his 8th birthday. He saw in his mind every 
day, himself, pedaling downhill, like some of the older boys in the 
neighborhood.

He wanted a bike when he turned 6, but his parents couldn't afford it 
at the time. For Jason's mother had given birth to Matthew, who is 
almost two as Jason awaits the 8 candles on his cake. As Jason thought 
about this, his mind drifted off, and came back as his mother shouted 
from the kitchen.

"Jason! Could you change Matthew? I'm busy." Matthew was crying; he was 
coming up on two years old and still hadn't the slightest interest in 
using the toilet. He didn't have any interest in growing up at all, 
really; he had learned to say a few words but only spoke if he wanted 
something. Otherwise he'd just speak in baby gibberish. So as he sat 
there watching Barney in his onesie, "singing" along to the songs (the 
singing was more of just meaningless shouting), he stopped singing. His 
face clenched, and he rose up slightly and plopped back down in his 
poopy diaper, screaming and squishing his mess around.

Jason picked up his brother by the armpits and carried him to the 
changing table. There were about a hundred or so diapers, and one 
package of Pull-Ups, which Matthew rejected when he saw them, as if he 
knew what they were. Jason performed the usual routine he had done many 
times before, remove dirty diaper, clean with a wipe, put on clean 
diaper. He had done it so many times it became a "routine". He didn't 
enjoy changing his baby brother's diapers, but he did it when he was 
told.

Jason was trained at two, and hadn't had an accident since he was 5. 
But now his brother was almost two, and still acts like he's not even a 
year old. Matthew didn't even like to walk, he'd crawl unless someone 
picks him up; he knows that means that someone wants him to walk.

"You know what, Matthew, come with me." Jason led his brother into the 
bathroom, where his old training potty was. Matthew refused to go in, 
and when he did, Jason picked him up, ripped off his diaper and sat him 
down on the training potty.

"I don't want you to get up until you got potty. You need to stop being 
a baby and do big boy stuff." Matthew said, "No!" but remained on the 
seat.

Jason stayed with him in the bathroom, examining the diaper like it was 
a foreign object. It looked rather thick for baby clothes, he wondered 
why people wanted to keep diapers from leaking if they were so thick. 
That's when he got his idea. He told Matthew he could leave, and when 
he did, he shut the door.

'I'll show him it's not fun to poop in diapers,' he thought, putting on 
the diaper under his shorts and walking out of the bathroom. Matthew 
was still waiting at the bathroom door, diaperless, his onesie still 
opened up at the bottom. Jason brought him back to the changing table, 
put another diaper on him, and closed Matthew's bedroom door.

"Matthew, I want to show you that it's not fun to poopy and peepee in 
diapers. It's stinky and you should be a big boy and go to the potty 
when you're 2." At this point, he removed his shorts to reveal the 
diaper. "I'm gonna go poopy in this diaper and if you don't like it, 
say 'stop', okay?" Matthew nodded, and Jason walked over to his 
brother, crouched, and then got a better idea.

"Since you want to be a baby, how about I act like one, too? If you 
don't like it, then you have to start going to the big boy potty. 
'Kay?" Matthew nodded again, and Jason stripped his brother of his 
onesie and put it on himself. He then continued with his plan. He 
crouched, and clenched out all the poop he could. It turns out that he 
got out more than he thought. He felt like it was taking forever. He 
also felt a lump growing larger and larger in his diaper until it had 
stretched out the onesie to a size that fit him. He couldn't stop 
himself, everything just flowed out of him as threads in the onesie 
snapped, and the buttons at the bottom popped open. He still couldn't 
stop. He moved from poop to pee, and his diaper inflated like a 
balloon. The diaper was soaked, and it turned yellow on the outside as 
the diaper leaked poop and pee out the sides.

Even with the huge puddle beneath him, Jason continued his plan. He 
dropped himself on his bottom, and poop squished on him, as he rolled 
in it like Matthew did. When he was done, he stood up, and said to 
Matthew, "Is that so fun? Can you smell it?" Matthew nodded and pinched 
his nose as if to say "It does smell bad." Matthew then proceeded to 
stand up in front of Jason, crouch, and imitate what his brother did. 
Matthew didn't flood his diaper, but the mess was noticeable. "Come on 
Matty, let's get you cleaned up." Matty was what their mother called 
Matthew, Jason used it every once in awhile because it made Matthew 
feel more comfortable. After the diaper was changed, and Matthew left 
to go watch more TV, Jason walked around looking at Matthew's baby 
things, and thinking.

'Hmm... that felt good. It is kinda fun, but it's smelly, too.'

Another voice in the back of his head responded. 'But it was fun, 
right? You liked it!'

'Yeah, I did like it...' he thought. He looked over to the diapers at 
the changing table, then down at his soaked diaper. 'Look at how much 
it still has in there!'

Picking up a fresh diaper, he came up with what he thought to be his 
best idea ever.

Chapter 2: Steven Comes Over

Jason walked out of Matthew's room, diapered, with the stretched-out 
onesie covering up most of the diaper. He went to the bathroom, got the 
cup that his mother used to pour water on him and Matthew during their 
baths, and filled it with water.

He proceeded to unbutton the onesie and pour the water into his diaper. 
It felt freezing cold, and as he poured the full half gallon cup into 
the diaper, he added to it with some pee that was left over from his 
diaper flooding earlier. The diaper was sagging to his knees. He sat 
down in it, and some of the water squirted out. The rest pushed to 
either the front or the back, and made it look like there was a 
baseball in each side of his diaper. He stood back up and it flopped 
back to its sagging position. He lay down on his back like a baby and 
started to cry, and flailed his arms and legs wildly. His mother ran to 
see what was wrong.

"Jason, what are you doing?!" she asked, almost shouting.

"I was just playing, mommy," he said.

"Well stop playing and get your clothes back on," she replied, more 
understanding than when she first saw. So Jason went back into his room 
and put on his normal clothes. He was a bit tired, so he lay down on 
his bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking. His mind drifted... the 
bike he wanted for his birthday... a few minutes ago when he flooded 
the diaper with poop and pee... pouring the cup of cold water into his 
diaper... his mind drifted more to diapers than the bike. He was bored. 
It seemed like he had been lying there for hours, but it was only a few 
minutes. He went out of his room, passed Matthew, who looked at him 
with wide eyes, and went to his mother.

"Mommy, can Steven come over and play?" He asked.

"Sure, I'll call."

And within 20 minutes, Steven was there.

"Hey Steven, come on, I wanna show you something," Jason said, and he 
brought him to Matthew's room.

"Whaddya wanna show me in Matthew's room?" he asked, puzzled. Jason 
picked up a diaper and said, "Want one?"

"Why? I'm not a baby."

"It's just a game," Jason said. "It's fun."

"Well... okay, but don't tell my mommy. She might get mad." Steven 
pulled down his pants, took a diaper and put it on. Then he started 
laughing. "Jason, you're going peepee in your pants!"

He was right. Jason looked down at his crotch and a wet spot was 
growing. He didn't even feel anything. He didn't even notice it until 
Steven said it. 'How did this happen?' he thought. He quickly pulled 
off his pants, still peeing, and finished up in his diaper.

"It feels soft," Steven said. He looked at his diaper, felt it, 
stretched it out and looked at the inside... he then proceeded to pee 
in it. Steven and Jason giggled as they saw a yellow spot grow and the 
Barney picture fade away.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat," Jason said. Steven put his 
pants back on, and Jason went to his room and got dry pants to wear. 
They went to the pantry in the kitchen, and got a big bag of chocolate. 
They split the bag, and both ate a half of the chocolate in Matthew's 
room.

Of course, you can't eat a lot of chocolate and not have to go poop, so 
they took their shorts off, and simultaneously filled their diapers 
with poop. They giggled like they did when Steven wet himself, and 
couldn't stop laughing. Jason laughed, and laughed, while Steven's 
laughing subsided. Jason kept on laughing, staring at the thick bulge 
in the back of his diapers. He didn't realize it, but all the laughing 
made him pee, and pee so much, the sides of the diaper split open. He 
peed and peed, and pooped and pooped, and then the bottom of the diaper 
gave way, and broke in half. All the unabsorbed waste fell into the 
onesie, and Jason still didn't stop laughing. He didn't even notice 
anything...until he fell over laughing, and the poop squished all over 
his bottom, and some got up to his back. He saw the mess. It was bigger 
than when he did it in front of Matthew.

His laughing quickly turned to crying, and his mother came again. She 
knew that it wasn't a game this time.

"Steven, I'll call your mother, I think you need to go." She did, and 
Steven changed into his underwear and shorts, while she put Jason up on 
the changing table to remove the onesie and the far overloaded diaper.

"Jason," she asked, "Why are you wearing diapers?"

"I dunno," he said, still crying a bit. "It feels good."

She thought..."Okay, Jason. We'll talk about this when Steven leaves." 
Matthew was crying again. "Could you go get Matty and change him? 
There's some diapers in the living room next to his playpen." Jason 
climbed off the table with no pants on and ran to his brother. He 
removed the diaper and grabbed a clean one.

"You're lucky, Matty," he said, wiping his brother's bottom. "You can 
wear diapers and nobody cares. When I wear diapers I get in trouble." 
Matthew moved his chubby arm up to his mouth, wiped the drool off his 
face, pointed at Jason and said, "Dayday poopy baby!"

He hadn't yet learned to pronounce the letter "J", but had learned 
poopy long ago, and that was the first time he had ever said "baby". 
Even without a proper vocabulary, he made a good point: Jason was 
pooping at that very moment, on the floor.

'He's right,' Jason thought, his crying growing again. 'I am a poopy 
baby.' He cried, and fell onto his poop, as Matthew stood up, and 
waddled to the bathroom.

He sat on the potty chair, and peed into it happily.

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