Eager Beaver

Chapter Fifty-One - Diaper Check

I felt a sharp pain under my armpits as I was winched up violently by my reins. The bells sang with the happy sound of Christmas as I shook all over, trying to break free. "Where are you going?" Nate's sneering voice spat in my ear, and he let go. I flopped onto the ground - hard.

The blunt slapping noise and dull sting from the short fall hurt my pride as much as my butt - the thick diaper's padding offering minimal protection. "Ow." I grunted. I pulled Cotton Wool closer to me for comfort, daring to peak up at the bully from behind his soft fur. "Why won't you leave me alone." I whined from the hallway floor.

He didn't bother to answer my question. "You're not trying to go potty, are you? Little potty training toddlers can't go pee-pee all by themselves." Nate sneered, practically laughing at me. I didn't reply, just breathing heavily into my stuffie for a few moments trying to pull myself together. That seemed to anger him, the bigger boy suddenly contorting his face into a furious snarl. "You aren't really eight years old. Admit it!"

I was already terrified. Looking up at the large Cub Scout, his teeth gleaming like a real wolf ready to bite, I felt as if I was one sudden movement away from actually soaking my underpants - and my diaper. Even still, I wasn't about to tell him my real age. "I need to go potty!" I whimpered just like a real toddler. I was so frightened he would discover the truth, and I just wanted him to change the subject.

Nate perked up again, pleased to see me sniveling and begging so babyishly. He smirked, and roughly pulled me to my feet by the leash of the reins. "You probably had an accident already, didn't you?" He decided. He swiftly snagged the clips holding the suspenders to the front of my pants and unclipped them. Then, with both hands, he brought my trousers down to my ankles right there in the middle of the hallway!

"Ahhh!" I screeched, and used both hands to shove him away from me. I looked down at the Winnie the Pooh themed diaper and started tearing up - though for some reason I couldn't bring myself to pull them up again, as still as a startled statue. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I wailed.

Unphased, Nate advanced on me again and crouched down so he was eye level with my diaper. He prodded the material curiously. "Hmm." he observed, grinning up at me frozen to the spot with my mouth gaping open in horror. He jumped to his feet again, pulling my christmas tree shirt way up to my chest so the whole of my diaper was exposed and flicking the frilly waistband at my belly button with one of his disgusting greasy fingers. "What do you think, Coopsy? Are you gonna make it to the potty, or is your itty-bitty bladder gonna give out by then?"

"N...no..." I stuttered, stumbling back towards the bathroom door. My shirt fell down again, covering me somewhat.

"Well you can't go in there." Nate teased, stalking forward so he was right on top of me again. "There's no little baby practice potties in the big boys washroom."

"Shuddup." I growled bravely, reaching down to pull up my corduroys by the pockets. I'd only got them up to my knees however before I felt my hand brush against the plasticky back of the Christmas photo from earlier, accidentally pulling the corner out into view. My whole face scrunched up like I'd taken a big bite out of a lemon, instantly giving myself away.

Nate took notice at once. He grabbed hold of my pants and yanked them all the way back down to my ankles before he pulled out the photo, perusing it possessively like it was his own personal treasure. Then he started laughing. He was laughing so hard he couldn't even form words properly, his own face getting as red as a holly berry. "Oh wow!" He finally managed to choke out. "Looks like Santa found out you need diapers at night. I bet that's all you'll get for Christmas now!" He cackled at me.

I took advantage of his hysterics to snatch up my trousers, holding them in one hand so they wouldn't fall down again. Cotton Wool was still snuggled under my other arm. "N-no he didn't! That's not even the real S-santa." I sniveled at him.