If there was one thing that was sure to get a huffy ten year old Ben Tennyson in a foul mood (Actually there was several, but at the moment this was the one happening) it was being treated like a dopey little kid JUST because he had some self control issues. Like he was the first kid ever who when he saw a sign saying take one, he'd dump the whole candy bowl into his bag while trick or treating or if a sign said stay off the lawn he'd at best be dancing on it, at worst.. well let's just say he got lucky that those folks had a dog and it got the blame.
Today however Ben was super huffy because after winning a free day at what he had assumed was a super awesome play/fun zone and had been lording it over Gwen.. it turned out little dudes fun zone was actually a 2 month old to 12 year old daycare. The in store contest he'd won it from had actually thought due to Ben's short size and his attitude he was at most 7 and had actually thought she was doing his gramps and cousin a favor getting him out of their hair for a day.
Needless to say, Ben was more then a little livid as this was all explained to him, arms crossed and face turning red as Gwen laughed so hard she ended up actually rolling on the floor while Gramps tried to scold her, but his own voice kept breaking.
With them having driven hours out of their way for Ben to come here and him having promised to spend at least 6 hours there, Ben found no mercy from Gramps or Gwen and all too soon was watching them pull away in the rust bucket as he stood in the lobby with a knapsack that had a spare change of clothes and some of his toys in it.
"Come on now little guy, I'm sure you'll have LOTS of fun here! while you were fighting with your Grandfather your cousin told us loads about you!" one of the workers said, a dark brown haired man with tanned white skin and freckles on his face and nose, bending down and patting Ben's shoulder and letting ben see a name tag that read Frank.
"Ngggh.. FINE! I'll give this place a chance.. since I sorta hafa.. But I want a juice box!" Ben huffed, giving this place a hour's chance to impress him before he used his watch, even if he had promised gramps he wouldn't.
In ben's mind it wouldn't be breaking a promise per say, he'd had his toes crossed when he'd said it and everyone knew that meant it didn't count.
Ben should of been worried about WHAT Gwen had told the staff, or the fact Gramps had believed him so easily, but he hadn't, nor had he noticed that on the dial of his watch was a little pink screen, put in place by Gwen that would 'help keep Ben honest'.
Frank had been working here long enough to have a way of reading between the lines with some kids and also knowing which ones were gonna be trouble makers all day and which ones just needed a half hour or so. He pegged Little Benny (his nick name according to his nice cousin) as one of those types who was just acting out because he was scared about being here without family.
Going and leading Ben to one of the several rooms they set up for technically different age groups, but they also worked for boy and girl and that techno colored rainbow in between who were more mature or acted younger then their age, he paused on the way to stop off and get Benny a juice box, and got one of the special ones because Gwen had warned Frank that anther part of Ben being so grumpy was he was backed up at the moment.
The juice would work basically like a big serving of prune juice only more compact and tasted better, and Frank figured there was no complaints as the little guy drained the box super fast.
"Would you like anther one?" He asked with a smile.
"Yeah! ..Uh.. I mean yes Please." Benny said, blushing a little and rubbing the back of his head.
Manners showing was always a good sign and Frank got ben anther juice box, though a more normal one this time as he didn't want the little guy trapped on the potty for the next few hours.
"So Ben, your cousin told me your a big fan of cartoons, you mind if I try and guess which ones while I take you to your adventure zone?" Frank asked, the name they had for the different rooms.
"heh, Sure, why not." Ben said shrugging his shoulder and slurping on his juice.
"Let's see, I'm gonna say.. Sumo slammers for sure, with.. a love of Xingo and.. Paw patrol?" Frank tried.
Benny wrinkled his nose and shook his head.
"Close but no cigar my dude. Only two out of three." Ben said.
"ohh I see. Sumo slammers is too grown up for little Benny huh?" Frank said, stopping in front of a room that colorful door labeled it as the toddler adventure zone.
"..Frank my dude, How old do you think I am?" Ben asked, getting a bad feeling in his tummy as the door was opened up and inside was a 1-3 year old's playhouse, lots of colorful slides and toys but also some playpens and changing tables and all the baby powder in the world couldn't mask a slight underlining stink of filled huggies.
"Well Gwen said technically your 10, but your just a little guy at heart, and warned me to make sure your wearing one of your pull-ups.. we can do that over in the bathroom ov-" was as far as Frank got before Benny dropped his bag and juice box, making a no way gesture with his arms.
"OK, LET'S GET ONE THING CLEAR RIGHT FREAKING NOW! I'M A TOTAL BIG BOY, NOT ONLY OF THESE PANTS FILLING BABIES AND I'M NOT GONNA BE TREATED LIKE A FREAKING TODDLER!" Ben shouted, getting looks from not only the other workers but also the other kids, many of who instantly took a disliking to the big kid and some of them started to cry.
"Ben, I get it, your upset but this is a safe place and I'm gonna have to ask you to keep your voice down buddy." Frank said In a low and soothing tone, then gestured to the crying 1 year old's. "you don't really wanna make that worse right?"
Ben huffed and looked ready to shout again anyways then caught himself. Instead of acting like the bratty toddler they clearly thought he was he took a deep breath and blew it out, nodding and walking off with Frank to hit the bathrooms to talk, Frank picking up his bag on the way.
'Ok Ben, you wanna PROVE your a big kid, time to act like one.' Ben thought to himself, positive that this would all blow over shortly.
8 minutes later, a blushing, huffy and red faced ben marched back out of the bathroom, walking funny and reaching back and picking at his butt every few steps as he stormed over by a TV and plopped down, scowling and crossing his arms.
a scent of baby powder hit the air as he dropped down and wiggled his butt on the soft cushiony floor, trying to get comfortable and a blond 5 year old wearing green shortall's with a white t-shirt and sporitng a shaved head and glasses smirked and came over.
"Well Mister big kid.. gonna go ahead and guess you failed the undie check huh? Skid mark row?" the boy snickered.
"..You know I try and make it a rule to not slug kids younger and smaller then me. Please don't make me question that right now." Was Ben's tense reply.
the truth was in his rush to prove what a big boy he was, Ben HAD let Frank give him a undie check and Ben's Xingo underoo's well.. let's just say his defense that no ones undies were nice and clean after taco night fell on deaf ears.
Making matters worse, when Ben had offered to just change into his clean undies in his bag, it turned out at some point Gwen had swapped out his sumo slammer briefs for a Paw patrol themed pull-up.
with a lack of clean undies to change into and Frank pointing out there was no way he was letting Ben stay in his crack stained ones, Ben had been convinced to wear the stupid pull-up till they could wash his undies, and if he kept it nice and clean for the hour or so it would take then they could talk about bumping him up a room.
Frank had let Ben get out of his undies and tug on the pull up himself at least though when ben had gone to snag his pants back Frank had also tugged out the back of the pull-up and dumped baby powder in the back before handing it to Ben for the front.
"What? it can be tricky doing the back yourself if your not used to it. if you were used to it that would mean.." and Frank had trailed off as a huffing and blushing ben had tugged out the front and went to add just a bit but well, the only reason he wasn't making little clouds appear when he sat down was his thick pants.
The damnest thing of it all was after wearing semi wreaked undies and thick pants in the summer heat, the baby powder actually felt really nice on Ben's lower bits and he was semi thinking about powdering himself regularly from now on, just in his undies.
"Righttt, you just don't wanna risk getting you butt kicked by a lil' kid like me. I can see it in your face, you a wedgie dork who's used to being swirled." The 5 year old said.
"..Hi, I'm ben and I'm the kid NOT being a dick weed right now. what's YOUR name." Ben snapped back, sarcastically holding out a hand for the brat to shake, a little shocked with the lil dweeb did so.
"I'm Josh and I'm the on NOT wearing half a bottle of baby powder right now and big kid undies. Nice to meet you." the brat said then working his hand quickly rolled Ben's knuckles making the older boy yelp and pull his hand back, shaking it. "Oops, sorry Ben, Guess I don't know my own power. You ok?" Josh added in a LOUD voice, getting snickers from other kids, ranging from 2 to 4.
Clearly Josh was a ringleader of sorts, or at least a spokesman for kids Ben had ticked off, and He was trying to get a rise out of ben. Realizing that Ben gave a smile even as one of the workers, a blond lady who's name tag said she was Wendy came over.
"Everything alright over here little guys?"
"Totally. Little Joshie here just has a heck of a gripe." Ben said, rubbing his hand one last time. "It's ok though, little guys like him can't always help it." he added, making sure he looked super good while making Josh seem like a little guy who couldn't control himself at the same time.
"aww, that's very big of you.. benny isn't it? and Josh, we've talked about you trying to play rough before, you don't wanna anther talking to do you?" Wendy said, smiling at Ben then giving Josh a look.
"..No Wendy.. Sorry." Josh huffed, looking down.
"Don't say sorry to me, say it t-" She started to say and Ben cut her off.
"It's alright little guy. I'm bigger and can handle it. just not so rough next time." Ben said and winked.
Wendy smiled and walked away as Josh got up, huffing and made his way back over to his little group.
'And for those of you playing the home game, That Ben 1, nose picking toddlers 0.' Ben thought to himself, unware that he should REALLY bask in his victory while he could, it would be his last one for awhile.
Ben's arrival as one might of guessed had rubbed some of the kids the wrong way, what with his attitude and what not, and the group that had really taken noticed was 3 boys, and one girl, one of which was Josh.
Despite being the oldest of the troop and the biggest though Joshie wasn't the leader, that would fall to one TJ, a small for his size 4 year old who looked like a two year old and was in a bulky white and green diaper and a solid green top and had a brownish red mop of hair..
"It's simple guys. By acting out like Benny did, he's insulting the rest of us while also asking for our help!" TJ explained to the others, though unsurprisingly only really Joshie and Des understood., Des was a 3 and half year old blond with her long hair in pig tails, who was very bright for her age but also prone to filling her pants when scared, started, spooked.. basically it was easier to make her FILL her diapers then to keep them clean.
Next to Des was her brother Malcore who was same size and age and though it was harder to scare him and he had clean pants more often for it, his attention span was really just the worse. Case in point, he was currently looking up at the ceiling and watching a fly while sucking his thumb, drool going down his chin.
Last but not least, and the only member of the group to be in training undies though he could only babble, was Kenny, a brunette who was also strangely powerful.
"Malcore if you could PLEASE pay attention.." TJ asked dryly.
"I was! Ben wants help so we're gonna get him a ride on.. Santa's sleigh?"
"..Yes Malcore. That's it. totally. or you know, failing at that, we help ben go boom in his pants over and over so he see's how much fun being a big baby is. Any questions?" TJ asked, clearly dreading this part, though it was only Kenny who spoke up, babbling away and making spit bubbles, then nodding to the others, toddled off.
"..Anyone else find it weird HE'S the only one of us potty trained?" Josh asked.
"Bah, Potty training is over rated!" TJ said and the group broke up.
If Ben was the type to keep watch on his surrounding, there's every chance that the first of his accidents might not of been about to happen, but since in that same vein if he was prone to paying attention he could of avoid all of this, it wasn't any shock that he was about to have his first of many accidents and his first downgrade.
Ben was watching an re-run of Xingo when the juice he'd chugged on before started to kick in his his guts were gurgling BIG time and he was hits with cramps.
whimpering softly Ben started to get up when just then Malcore and Des, who had started playing a game of Tag just 'somehow' happened to run not just into his path but Malcore who was the one being chased slammed into Ben, knocking them both over as Ben let out a whimper of distress and BARLEY kept his pull-up clean, every second of holding it a example of heroic willpower.
Malcore naturally rolled off of Ben, making sure to elbow his tummy slightly and getting a gasp of despair from ben who shoved him the rest of the way off.
"GET OFF OF ME YOU STUPID TODDLER!!" Ben cried out, which right on cue got Des to start bawling, and popping a squat.
"WAHHHH! WENDY THIS BIG KID I-IS BEING A MEANIE!!" She bawled out, the noise jarring Ben as did the sudden stink as she filled her pink and white diaper.
Between the torment on his poor tummy and the screaming and the smell hitting him and trigger some old babyish trigger in his brain Ben had barley gotten to his feet when he went back to popping a squat and started to cry out as he was filling the seat of his pull-up's with a wave of hot mush AND making tears start to come to his eyes.
"Ok what's going.. on.. here.." Wendy asked, coming over and wrinkling her nose, the stink was one of the hardest parts of the job to get used too but a quick survey made it clear that while Des was doing one of her smallest startled dumps and her diapers could wait, Ben was unloading something unholy and his pull-up was already failing, judging by the growing stains on the back of his pants.
Making a quick judgement call, Wendy got anther worker to come over and to help calm down Des and change her as she went to grab Ben under the arms and usher him off to TRY and save his pants at least but like any great plan, it had a flaw in it.
"HEY! YOU SCARED MY SISSY YA JERK!" Malcore cried out and before Wendy could stop him, the little guy lashed out with a tiny punch of fury (Ironically not planned by the group) that landed right in Ben's crotch and made sure that Ben was now wetting himself even as the waves of mush got worst.
'I knew I shouldn't of traded shifts with Shawn.' Wendy mentally groaned then took off with Ben, less concerned about his pants were undoubtedly were gonna be ruined now and more worried about the floor.
Ben at some point had semi blacked out, he was semi talking and nodding his head but it was clear the car was running but no one was behind the wheel, which as Frank came in to help, kinda made things easier with what he'd experienced with Ben before.
getting the little guy on a training potty while they got the pull-up and his pants tossed out, Ben had just semi rocked back and forth while getting out the last of mess mess out though honestly, it wasn't much, it had mostly ended up in the poor kids pants.
Wendy had been the one to tug his thumb out of his mouth and replace it with a pacifier as they didn't know how clean ben's hands were, and she had to admit that as smelly as he was at the moment, the sight of a 10 year old sucking away on a chase paw patrol soother was pretty cute.
Frank would come to find out that somehow, despite the spare clothes being put away in a safe space, Ben's had somehow gone missing and they didn't have anyone NEAR ben's size that would have pants big enough to fit him and since Benny was gonna be going in a diaper and had a blow out warning marked next to his name, there was no way Frank was gonna be able to try and borrow anther kid's pants from one of the older rooms.
Of course what the pair DIDN'T know was that while all eyes had been on Ben and Malcore and Des, TJ himself had snuck around and napped the clothes, sneaking them to Kenny who had one way or anther made them disappear.
Getting Ben washed up and thankful his shirt at at least avoided getting hit by his blort attack, Frank got Ben powdered and taped up in a nice thick diaper and gave his sides a little tickle making the baby brained 10 year old giggle.
It also set off a second wave of hot mush attacks and Frank sighed and hung his head as the back of the diaper expanded rapidly.
"Holy crud, how can he even have anything left in him!?" Wendy commented, holding her nose after washing her hands. "Also you made him go, you get to do clean up this time." She said and walked out as Frank groaned.
"Ok..Let's try this again without the blorting buddy.." frank said, trying to keep up his chipper tone, something neither easy or hard as while Ben super filled this diaper and it smelled WAY worst, the little guy was coo'ing and gurgling around his his and lightly kicking his legs, toe's curling as he finished up.
"..any more in you buddy or safe to change you now?" Frank asked, not expecting a answer and getting a silly giggle in return decided to dare for the best and started changing Ben again.
Ben came back to his sense while sitting on a special part of the floor that was prepped for kids who had blow out warning on them, and found that he had been chugging away on a bottle of really tasty juice.
Since it was almost gone anyways and he WAS super thirsty (Hey, going that much will take a lot out of you!) Ben just shrugged and kept drinking as he looked around.
He saw the cartoons were still playing and did notice the floor looked and felt a little different but again, shrugged it off, not thinking to check the state of his pants till Malcore was marched over to him by a Blond worker who's nametag said he was Axel.
"Benny, Little Malcore has something he'd like to say to you." Axel said, and nudged Malcore, who kept looking down and giggling like crazy.
"Hey, what's so funny pamper butt?" Ben asked, smirking and nodding at Malcore Blue and white diapers.
"heh, You tell me PAMPER BTT!" Malcore giggled and then howled with laughter, like he'd told the funniest story ever.
"W-what, I'm not in a.." Ben started, turning red and looking down and then noting that not only was he in a diaper, it was a white and light purple one, which in Ben's mind meant only one thing.
"I'M IN A GIRLIE DIAPER!!" He cried out.
"Actually we don't really do girl and boys diapers by color and.. your not listening to me.." Axel started to say as Ben got up to his feet looking around.
"WHERE ARE MY PANTS? OR SPARE PANTS!?" He cried out, tugging on his shirt not, first in the front but that just exposed his butt more, and then in the back exposing the front more.
"Ya SUPER pooped them after I-" Malcore started, super proud of himself but Ben cut him off.
"YOU! YOU PUNCHED ME IN THE TWIG AND BERRIES!" he growled, seeing red.
"Huh? No I punched you in your special pla- I should run." Malcore started to say, then finally caught on to the murder death kill energy coming off of Ben.
Thankfully or not, depending on how you looked at it, a few things came into play. first of all TJ had casually strolled by and swapped out bottles with Ben, who had been drinking just water after going boom so much while TJ had complained his tummy hurt and needed his special ba-ba, so Ben had gotten more of the poop fuel in him.
Secondly as Ben went to lunge at Malcore, Josh appeared almost out of no where tackling the 10 year old to the ground, helping to kick start the bottle.
thirdly, sensing his opening and seeing that Axel was busy pulling Josh off of Ben who had rolled onto his hands and knees, and then started to clutch his tummy.. Malcore went and delivered a kick between Ben's legs that were it not for the bulky padding could of done some major damage.
Instead Ben merely lost control, letting out a long moo like a cow and as he started to fill the seat of his diapers again and his big kid mind went on a vacation, the last thing he'd see was Des, TJ and Tommy, being joined by Josh and Malcore who just waved too him.
even as the back of his diaper started to expand BIG time (honestly, the workers would talk about it later and wonder if it was some kinda record) Ben would weakly smile back to them before semi flopping down, face down and butt up as he filled his diapers with mush and what some suspected was his big kid thoughts.
Waiting for Ben by the rust bucket, Gwen couldn't wait to see the humiliated doofus having to crinkle his way out, there was no way he would of stayed in undies or just pull-ups and she was giddy and squirming lots as she waited.
"Gwen you know I can wait for Ben alone if you have.. other needs." Gramps said, misreading her squirming.
"Huh? OH! No! I'm good. I just wanna see the doofus! I kinda missed him~" Gwen said, a mixture of the truth and a lie.
Max raised a eyebrow at that but before he could say anything a babyish cry filled the air.
"GWEN! GWAMPS!" Ben coo'ed and then Ben in just a diaper and his sneakers was running/waddling towards them with a derpy look on his face and before Gwen could stop him he was hugging her and nuzzling her, and letting her realize his diapers didn't just look big because of how thick they were and she gagged and desperately tried to plug her nose.
"OH MY GOD, BEN YOU STINK!"
"Hehehe YEAH! I'm da biggest pooper in da whole wide world!" ben said, letting Gwen go and puffing out his chest with pride.
Max instantly putting two and two together, got Gwen to talk that smiling and derpy big baby into the rust bucket as he not only signed ben out, but also brought a pack of the heavy dooty diapers the place had, though he was warned..
"with how often he's been going today, this won't last past tomorrow.. then again you likely know that."
"..Yup. I know exactly what he's like." Max said with a semi forced smile then coming back to the rust bucket and starting to drive off he looked back.
"Gwen, did you maybe set something in motion that would explain why Ben is currently a big toddler? and before you think about lying, Right now I'm ONLY gonna make you change his current diaper. Lie and you can handle ALL the diaper duty till he's back to normal."
And so, as the rust bucket drove off into the sun set, a wail of despair was heard, though it was also mix with a loud giggle and a cry of "I made you a BIG pwesent Gweny!" Proving that sometimes, what you think is gonna be a funny prank can backfire BAD.
The end.
