    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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