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Tale #124: Polybius II: No Quarters
(A sequel to Polybius)
(Content Tags: Brainwashing and hypnosis, wet and messy diapers, bedwetting, public humiliation, willing self-degradation)
His pockets were empty, but his seat was full. His mind was racing and enthused, but foggy and disjointed. Lucas stumbled out of the arcade and into the setting sun; he'd been in there all afternoon, and his parents were probably starting to wonder where he was at. The boy was given a lot of leeway to do as he wanted without a lot of questions, but there were still expectations that he'd find a way to call home if he was going to be late for supper.
The blond quietly groaned and wiped the sweat from his brow. His eyes were dry and they stung, and his head had an odd ache in it. He wasn't fully with his wits yet, so he hadn't noticed that he'd thoroughly 'used' his diaper as the garment was intended to be, but he had enough wherewithal to recognize he needed to use the payphone.
Shambling over to the nearest one, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and immediately remembered that he'd blown his whole wad at the arcade. He desperately glanced around at the ground to see if anyone had dropped one, but he saw nothing. It'd have to come down to charity, or panhandling to be more honest about it.
A teenage couple rounded the corner and Lucas took his chance to beg. As he quickly turned, he felt an odd dampness in his jeans.
"Spare a quarter? I gotta call home."
The older boy took a look at him and started to laugh, "What? Need to call your mommy to bring you some new pants?"
Lucas looked down and was horrified to see that his diaper had leaked. He hadn't even remembered using it, but now the front of his pants had a big wet spot on them!
"I-I uh...Well, no..."
"Come on, Steve. Be nice to the poor kid. Let him bum a quarter off you." The girl prodded her boyfriend.
"Fine, fine. Don't want the baby to come down with a rash." The boy reached into his pocket and dug around for some loose change.
Still smiling in amusement, he went to hand the coin to Lucas. As he got close enough to hand it off, his nose wrinkled.
"Oh, weak! I think the rugrat did more than just piss in his pants. I'm thinking maybe he needs to call his mom about getting some diapers."
Lucas got red in the face at the belittling comments, but he was also confused by them. What did it mean that he did more than pee on himself? This jerk couldn't really think that he'd crap himself, right?
"Good luck, little boy! Maybe work a little harder with the toilet training!" The girl chirped as the couple walked away, with Lucas now in possession of a quarter, at the cost of his dignity.
Once he was alone again, he felt the back of his pants and pushed down. He was greeted by the warm squishing of something mushy and sticky. The smell had caught up with him too. He'd soaked himself and he'd taken a giant dump in his pants, and he didn't remember any of it! The diaper had actually been a pretty good call here.
He held off on figuring out his earlier incontinence and plucked the quarter into the payphone:
"Mom? Yeah, it's me. I'm over at Joey's house and I lost track of the time. We're working on a school project and we're still not done yet, so I'll be a while. Uh-huh, yup...Yeah, I'll be careful coming home. Love you too, bye."
Lucas breathed a sigh of relief and began to waddle off to where he'd locked up his bike. He had a good hour or two to get things squared away, before he headed back home. He obviously couldn't go home in a loaded diaper, nor in piss-stained jeans. He would need to go clean up somewhere, and then the most prudent option would be to wait for the stain on his jeans to dry.
He might smell a little like pee, but it hopefully wouldn't be enough to set his parents' nose off. Lucas unlocked his bike and sat on the seat without thinking about it; he grimaced once the warm load mashed flat against his rear. It was so gross!
The nearby supermarket had a nice family bathroom, so that's where he headed. It took a monstrous amount of toilet paper to clean himself up, but he managed well enough; then he took his pants and applied some hand soap to the damp areas, before drying it under the hand dryer.
All in all, he was back home about an hour after he'd called his parents. He made up some details about the project and said he'd eat dinner after a shower, since they had played soccer earlier in the day. It couldn't be further from the truth, since he'd spent the whole day in a dim arcade. No academic or athletic feats, unless the exertion of his thumbs counted, or the filling of his pants.
Once he was getting clean under the warm water of the faucet, he finally allowed himself to think. He'd gone from cloudy to panicked earlier, and he'd never had the luxury of really analyzing his time spent at the arcade.
Polybius. He'd spent every quarter he had on a new game called Polybius. But why couldn't he remember much about playing it? He remembered thinking the graphics were stunning and the gameplay had been downright addictive, but it was all such a blur.
And then there was the matter of his toileting failures. He'd only worn the diaper as a voluntary measure, in case he needed to pee and didn't want to lose his spot or quit his game. The cabinets didn't have pause features, and Lucas had been screwed by his own tiny bladder before.
But he couldn't remember peeing himself once, let alone multiple times after. Pooping in the diaper hadn't even been on the table as an option; Lucas hadn't remotely considered doing something so juvenile and disgusting, and yet his diaper had been loaded with a major pile.
It was very troubling. What was more troubling was that Lucas already yearned to play the game again, even after the disastrous and enigmatic consequences it had on him. Thoughts of playing Polybius again haunted him throughout his shower, and then through his dinner and his television time.
He laid in bed, thinking about how much he needed to play that game again. The obsession infected his dreams, and he saw the bizarre geometry that had held his attention for so many hours.
Lucas wet the bed that night for the first time in three years. At ten and a half, he had figured such a childish habit was firmly behind him. But no, he'd woken up in a puddle, like he was still in second grade.
It wasn't a fun thing to try to explain. His parents accused him of drinking too much soda before bed and he had to just sheepishly shrug. He didn't recall drinking much before bed, and it hadn't been an issue before, but the evidence of *something* wrong was getting put into the washing machine.
His parents being upset with him also made it too volatile a time to ask about getting an advance on his next allowance. Even if they'd been in a cheerful mood, they probably would have been opposed to giving him more money, since his allowance had only just been doled out a couple of days ago. They definitely wouldn't be happy if they learned he blew it all at the arcade.
What was a boy to do? He was too young to get a job, and even too small to really be mowing lawns for cash. He couldn't sell any of his possessions, lest his parents find out and ground him for a month. Where was he supposed to get money to play more Polybius?
His thoughts filled with the various prospects, but one in particular came to mind. He'd bought that whole package of diapers, so maybe he could make a little money back with them? If he was willing to take monied bets on wearing one, then he might be able to debase himself for monetary gain. He'd watched Ralph Buggle, a class clown, do nearly the same thing with his sister's dress, so why couldn't Lucas get a piece of that lucrative pie?
The sheer humiliation of it should have immediately made him decide against it, but he wasn't a completely rational actor right now. His desire to play Polybius again was stronger than the embarrassment he should have felt. The only question he had was who could he milk some quarters out of?
Lucas loaded up a backpack with a few of the crinkly white undergarments and zipped it shut. He let his parents know he was leaving to go play at the park, and they simply told him to stay safe and be home in time for supper.
The park was bustling with activity, but all Lucas saw were dollar signs. He headed for the epicenter and stood up on a seesaw, as if he was the ringleader of a circus.
"Everyone come here! Gather around! If you have money, then I have a show to sell you!"
Kids who were both younger and older all came to where Lucas was doing his showboating; there were murmurs around the crowd about what this 'show' could be. Typically the only live theater that children were willing to pay for were: daring stunts or tricks, fights, and self-degrading dares.
Once Lucas was convinced that he'd amassed a solid crowd, he unzipped his backpack and pulled out one of the rectangles. He held the diaper up, and when it looked like people were confused, he started to unfold it too.
"For ten bucks, I'll wear this diaper! Fifteen and I'll pee in it while I suck my thumb." His cheeks burned as he even said it, but his tone held a conviction that he thought the money was well worth it.
Kids started to laugh and talk amongst themselves, while Lucas pulled a brown paper bag out and opened it up. "Pay what you can and get a show like you've never seen! Minimum contribution is a quarter!"
Slowly at first, kids begin to dump a coin or two each into Lucas' bag. As it became obvious that there was a real chance of reaching the donation goal, that frugality melted away and Lucas saw a few bills getting dropped too.
"That makes...Fourteen dollars and twenty five cents! Come on, folks! Seventy-five more cents and I'll pee in it just like a baby!"
A boy with red hair and freckles stepped up, and Lucas grimaced as he recognized the kid. It was Murphy, the privileged rich kid that both attended his school and always hogged the best cabinets at the arcade.
"Yeah? What if I give you a twenty? Will you crap yourself like a baby too?"
That caused the rest of the kids to bust out laughing and start to goad Lucas to accept the deal; some even said that Lucas *had* to accept doing that, since a higher donation should mean a better show.
Lucas could have refused, and the back part of his brain was begging him to refuse, but twenty dollars was a lot of money to add onto what he'd already gotten. He gulped and stared at the bill as Murphy pulled it out, like a drug fiend eyeing their next hit.
"Well? Twenty dollars is a lot of money for someone like you, isn't it? All you need to do is everything you were already going to do, but then you'll also go number two on yourself too." Murphy waved the bill around with a smarmy grin on his face.
"F-fine, sure..." He said, holding out the brown sack for Murphy to deposit the cash into. "Now I'll go put it on, and we can get on with what everyone paid for."
Lucas headed off to the park bathrooms and locked himself in a stall. It took a few minutes for him to get it on, since he was still no expert, and he had to double-check the tapes to make sure they were a good fit. He stuffed his underpants and his pants into his bag and looked within for courage on what he was about to do.
After much anticipation, Lucas walked out of the bathroom and showed off his diaper to his 'adoring' public. He was a big hit, unsurprisingly, and everyone was pointing and jeering at his thickly padded butt. He did a few twirls and shook his rump, trying to at least have a little fun with his own shame. It wasn't like things would get less embarrassing for a while.
Once he'd done enough fooling around, he stopped in place and spread his stance. He popped his thumb in his mouth and pretended to suck on it like a toddler as he pushed down on his bladder muscles. It took a little longer than he thought, but finally a small leak began to dribble out, and then it grew into a more powerful stream.
The front of the diaper had a yellow spot begin to rapidly grow; the material swelled and sagged, while his audience were uproariously laughing and calling him juvenile names like 'pee-pee pants' and 'diaper boy'.
That just left the big finale. Lucas had luckily had a robust breakfast and he hadn't taken a dump yet today, so he had plenty in the tank to work with. He turned around to show his butt off to the audience and started to bend his knees.
"Oh my gosh, do you think he's really gonna *poop* in it too?"
"He has to! He got money to do it, so he's gotta do it!"
"I wouldn't do that for a million bucks! He must be a real dummy weirdo!"
The conversation from the crowd was hard to ignore, especially as Lucas was trying to focus on doing something he could hardly believe himself. Something was making it easier though; he'd noticed while wetting himself, that he'd gotten the familiar mental buzz of what he'd felt while playing Polybius.
It was like a ghost in his brain, pantomiming images from the game and filling him with a debilitating bliss. It made him almost loopy and detached.
Lucas got lower on his haunches and closed his eyes. Pushing became easy as the magic green geometry of Polybius filled the black canvas of his blindness. He became enraptured and a solid log made a gassy descent into the back of his soggy diaper.
**THUMP!**
That firm impact had power behind it, like a large missile getting launched and immediately crashing. The diaper tented out and everyone could watch as the lump stopped and rolled to the bottom of the diaper with a squishy thud.
But this audience would be getting two for the price of one. As soon as that first steamer had made its final destination, a second much more mushy pole had followed suit. The lumpy topography of his diaper now bore proof that he'd upheld his part of the agreement.
"W-well, there you go! Hope everyone had fun."
Lucas was ready to go back into the restroom and clean up, which he'd luckily brought baby wipes along for this time, but Murphy stopped him in his tracks.
"Well, now hold on. I got another five bucks for you if you take a quick trip on an obstacle course here. In that full diaper, I mean."
Another five bucks was another couple of hours on Polybius. Seemed like easy enough money too.
"Uh, sure...Like what would the course be?"
Murphy pointed off at the playground equipment, "Take the monkey bars, go down the slide, and then get yourself in one of the baby swings for at least two minutes. Do that and the fiver is yours."
The logistics made Lucas realize how squishy that might all get, but he had to work past that feeling of disgust. He took the extra bill and stuffed it in his backpack.
And he was off! Across the monkey bars, around the fort, and onto the slide! His face twisted when he sat down and smeared the warm load, and then it got really icky when he went down the slide and had the mush spread all throughout his fully exposed diaper.
He waddled across the grass, not allowing himself any time to think too deeply about how filthy his diaper must now look. Lucas made his way to the swings and gave a good look at one of the baby 'bucket' swings that was in front of him. Typically, a caretaker would place their child in one of these; it wasn't easy to get yourself in one, and even harder to get out!
Lucas was determined though. He used the chain as a rope and scaled the side of the black bucket, as it swayed violently. With a lot of athleticism and a little bit of luck, Lucas plopped right down inside. It was a tight fit for sure, but he was still scrawny and puny enough to actually get into one.
Two more minutes of shame, plus however long it took him to get out, and then a quick clean-up, then he'd be hitting the arcade to feed his new addiction. With the money he had, he could rot his brain on Polybius for the next few *weeks*.
