The darkness over his eyes taunted him. The thick, stretchy fabric of his Power Rangers briefs was stinging his butt and the stumbling he was doing while uncomfortably running down the semi-crowded sidewalk of the Hidden Leaf Village made him look super lame.
Yes, this was Konohamaru Sarutobi, stuck in a vicious atomic wedgie thanks to the hands of one Naruto Uzumaki.
He called Naruto his boss and when he returned home after his training with Master Jiraiya he figured the powers at be would make it so he could stand on even footing with his friend.
Turns out that was a pipe dream. Pretty much every day since there’s been nothing but endless pranks and teasing that he couldn’t bounce back from. Konohamaru was at a loss for what to do about this because his desires weren’t being met and his reputation was taking a nosedive.
He managed to fumble his way to a more secluded area of the village. It was a place by the pool that seemed to currently have no one around. Konohamaru had run away, angry and helpless, and thus ended up alone after a while with no real recourse.
He slumped where he stood with his fists and teeth clenched, underwear latched over his forehead but having risen up thanks to the momentum of his run to allow his eyes to see the world that basked in his shame.
He was at a loss for words but perked up when he was addressed and quickly found some when he was asked a surprising question.
“What happened to you?” Came a voice from across the pool he stood by. Konohamaru looked up and blushed lightly, not liking being seen stuck in a wedgie.
Still, he answered with a bitter, “I was wedgied by Naruto…”
“...Do you want revenge?” The figure, who looked shorter than him but was hard to properly make out due to the black hood and matching outfit he wore. His face was covered but even he could tell that this was a child.
It didn’t matter. Konohamaru spilled his guts.
“I resent not only Naruto but also the Hokage. He thinks that just because Naruto’s his son that he can just let him run around and do whatever he wants to people. Naruto does this stuff to me every day and the Hokage does nothing to stop him, even though I complained to him.” Konohamaru snapped, letting it all out. “I could do a better job at being Hokage than he could!”
He let loose with his desire for revenge, baring his disdain for Naruto and the fourth Hokage, Minato Uzumaki.
The mysterious child smiles and begins to walk around the pool. Konohamaru watched him approach with a raised brow of confusion.
He wasn’t sure what to make of this kid or why he was being so strange and mysterious. Actually, come to think of it, he’d never seen this boy before in his life.
At least, he was certain he hadn’t. Who was he and why was he here? Did it even matter? He was clearly younger than him. No doubt he was at the beginning stages of being a genin.
Konohamaru pondered all this as the boy stopped in front of him. He then held out his hands and clasped them into Konohamaru’s. They were very warm and welcoming. Konohamaru did admittedly feel a bit weird but also allowed the gentle touch to happen, seeing as how he was currently in desperate need of some compassion and understanding.
“You won’t need much to get revenge,” The small child said. “You’ll just need your words and a bit of talent for inducting subliminal messages within your manner of speech.”
A soft glow happened. Konohamaru blinked as he felt a strange aura radiate through his skin. It was also very warm but he could tell it was unordinary.
When he was finished, the wedgied boy backed away and looked over his palms and slapped at his face.
“What did you do to me?” He asked.
The small boy in front of him smiled. “Giving you a chance.”
—
The Hokage mansion was a very prestigious looking place. It was well kept and it towered at the center of the village as a place of heavy authority that stood as a symbol for what the Hidden Leaf Village was and is.
Sitting as acting Hokage was the fourth, Minato Uzumaki. He had gotten into several challenges and scrapes before but he had overcome them all, with the darling support of his wife Kushina and the eventual developing relationship with his son Naruto.
Things couldn’t be better which was likely why the person entering his office today took him by quite the surprise.
Coming through the door was a small child, dressed all in black. He stood before Minato’s desk and spoke with a reverence unbecoming of someone his age.
“Your son, Naruto Uzumaki, is currently residing within the Hidden Leaf Daycare Center in pampers.”
That was what the boy said to him. Minato looked up from his papers to stare at him. He stopped mid pen stroke to glance at him and take in the incredibly weird statement that was just uttered.
His mind settled on a decision concerning what this had to be. A joke.
“Please leave my office. I’m too busy for pranks.” Minato sighed. “Especially not ones as strange as that.”
The boy grew a bit incensed. “You know, a father should be a lot more aware of what his son is doing, especially when they’re going around talking smack and making trouble for others. What makes you think he’d have avoided punishment for his actions forever?”
Minato just stared at the boy. He couldn’t really think of a response to this and was having trouble figuring out what the trick here was if it was so specific and earnestly told.
With a sigh, he decides not to argue back and gives up. Might as well see what’s up. He was the Yellow Flash after all. A quick visit would be nothing for him.
—
Upon entering the daycare Minato was struck with a scene that would be burned within his mind’s eye forever.
He came here initially expecting that the young child’s words from before was some hint towards Naruto causing trouble in the daycare center. He couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t have just said that if that were the case and felt the detail of saying he was in pampers was weird. Was that a strange way of saying that he was acting like a baby?
Turns out the answer was no. Minato was looking at the center of the babyish carpet and spotted his son Naruto sitting alone in a playpen. He wasn’t even properly amongst the gaggle of toddlers and infants scrambling around on the carpet.
Naruto was sitting there, suckling on a pacifier, and wearing a very poofy, wet and messy diaper.
Minato was momentarily surprised and struggling to think of a reason for why he’d voluntarily do something like this. However, his gaze sharpened when he took a glance at Naruto’s slightly far-off, blank eyes as he sat there sucking his paci.
Naruto appeared to be under some kind of genjutsu.
Genjutsus were always used for shattering or manipulating the mind and in the wrong hands could be utilized for some very overpowered techniques. Still, to use it for something like this was very odd. However, it was also probably done with the intention of irrevocably humiliating his son.
He couldn’t stand for it, even if he deserved it.
Embarrassed for his son and disappointed in him besides, Minato clamped his hands together to try and break the hold this obvious genjutsu had over his son. However, despite the sound of a spell being broken playing in his head nothing was happening.
“What the–?” Minato muttered to himself and tried again. It didn’t work.
This must be a very powerful genjutsu if not even he could free Naruto from it. A brief stint of panic rushed into him and made him wonder what could have done this to his son. His son was no pushover. To allow himself to fall under a genjutsu like this was humiliating.
Minato was in the middle of pondering what his follow up action would be when the powerful smell emanating from Naruto finally struck his nose. He lurched and grumbled, knowing that he couldn’t just leave Naruto like this. A sense of shame washed over him as he reluctantly reached into the playpen and pulled Naruto out of it by his armpits.
He couldn’t see any real alternative to this so he set Naruto down on a changing pad and made sure he had enough room to properly do this. The kids in the daycare all sensed what was about to happen and began giggling and pointing at Naruto.
Naruto was too busy drooling under his pacifier to take notice so it would seem the embarrassment all flooded into Minato instead.
Truly, he felt embarrassed as hell for Naruto.
He laid his son down and began untapping the diaper, noticing a package that matched a similar size sitting right by the playpen. He plugged his nose a bit as he removed the ruined garment and set it off to be taken care of later.
The humiliation concerning this event was so strong that Minato began to blush, unable to shake off the fleeting fear he had that something like this could happen to him one day.
It had been years since he changed his son, obviously. When he was a baby it was usually Kushina who did it. However, when she ordered him to, Minato couldn't say no. She was terrifying.
He found himself grateful in this moment to know how at least. No one else should be present for this really embarrassing ordeal. A teenager appeared behind him. Minato jumped a bit but calmed down, realizing it must be someone who works here.
“Oh, sorry,” Minato said, trying to remain humble. “I just got word that my son was here and when I saw that he needed a change I couldn’t keep him like that so I–”
“No need to apologize. It saved me from an assaulted nose,” The boy said with a small grin and a hand raised. “My name is Inari. I’m the caretaker of this daycare.”
“Hello, Inari,” Minato said, taping the replacement diaper onto Naruto’s front after powdering him nicely. He stands to properly tower over the teen with his hands on his hips. “I must say I’m a little confused as to how this all happened. Do you have an explanation?”
Inari smiled. “Konohamaru brought Naruto here and enrolled him in this daycare.”
Minato was taken aback. “Konohamaru?”
He was surprised that a child younger than Naruto managed to do this to him.
Minato stood there in a brief stint of silence, pondering something. Inari watched him do so, smile still on his face and not at all bothered by the pause in their conversation.
“Delete Naruto’s name off the daycare registry,” Minato began. “And put Konohamaru’s name ON it.” He ordered.
Inari nods.
“Gotcha,” Inari said as he walked over to the nearby table and grabbed his clipboard. With a sly smile, however, he puts Minato's name next to Naruto’s.
He slowly turned to look over at Minato as the disgruntled dad stood with his arms crossed and leering down at his babified son. Naruto was currently wrapping his arms around Minato’s legs and suckling that pacifier like there was no tomorrow.
Inari giggled as he spoke back to Minato. “You did a good job keeping dry. If you didn't you’d have to accompany your son to daycare.”
Minato perked up when he noticed he was being spoken to but Inari’s words sounded a little confused to him. He didn’t really understand so he decided not to pay full attention.
Things were about to get even more confusing and strange for a little while longer but Minato was certain he’d find a way to navigate through all the issues at hand and fix what had been wronged. Swift discipline for the guilty parties was a must, of course. After all, he was the Hokage and that wasn’t going to change for quite a long time. —
The next day saw Minato’s work load remain mostly the same. The only issue was what came after all the grueling paperwork this time. He needed to confront the mess that happened with his son yesterday. He had already sent the word out for Konohamaru to come to his office at a certain time.
What he didn’t expect was how uncomfortable he felt right now. Indeed, he was a bit sweaty and his stomach was a bit rumbly. Great, he had to go to the bathroom then. He’d better make this quick then. Laying down the law firmly and succinctly was something he knew he could do well.
Konohamaru entered the office right on time. He was wearing a neutral expression on his face when he came in and spotted Minato sitting at the desk with his hands clasped together, trying to be as calm and composed as possible.
That’s when the lecturing began.
“I know it was you,” Minato began.
“You know what was me?” Konohamaru asked, more to be a bit of a tease than anything.
“You know what I’m talking about. I visited the daycare yesterday and saw the state of my son,” Minato said, raising his voice a bit. He then proceeded to go on some kind of rant about proper etiquette and the meaning behind the upstanding demeanor one has to have in order to be a ninja. It was all very interesting, he would assure you.
“I can’t believe you would pull something so reckless,” Minato said to the boy. Konohamaru just stared at him, not even bothering to deny anything. “You should have known better than to ever attempt something like that on the Hokage’s son of all people.”
Minato leered at Konohamaru with as intense a look as he could muster and put his foot down with rapid intensity. “Hand me that Hidden Leaf headband. You’re no longer fit to wear it. As punishment for your transgression, I’m demoting you to the Hidden Leaf Daycare. Don’t worry about signing up, I took care of it yesterday.”
Konohamaru rolled his eyes. He was officially bored now.
“Tell me what genjutsu you used on my son. Now,” Minato ordered.
Konohamaru grins slyly.
“You want ME to tell YOU what genjutsu I used on your stupid, privileged idiot son?” Konohamaru said, leaning forward with his hands on his hips.
“Hey now,” Minato began. “Watch your mouth. You’re already in hot water here and your standing as a ninja’s been revoked. You may feel like you’ve got nothing left to lose by revealing your true colors to me with those words but I won’t take talk like that against my son sitting down.”
“Then stand up, you dumb baby,” Konohamaru said back to him. “What? You’re a ninja but you couldn’t see those diapers coming?”
“What are these jokes?” Minato looked really annoyed. “I don’t want to hear stand-up about diapers right now.”
“Why? Oh, is it because you don’t want to be trapped in one? I guess you could call it a fear of a padded-lock in that sense, eh?” Konohamaru snickered. Get it? Pad-lock?
Minato did and frowned upon hearing it. Now he was engaging in puns? What was this? Did he just lose his mind?
“That’s enough. Hand over that headband or I’ll snatch it off your forehead myself,” Minato said, holding out his hand.
Konohamaru waved his finger in front of him. “Ah, ah, ah. You know what they say about the origin of big babies and peeing themselves, right? It runs in their jeans.”
He broke down laughing at that one. Minato slammed his fist on the desk, standing up now. Konohamaru was clearly trying to insinuate that Naruto was acting like a baby because of him. Well, if there was a chance he was ever going to forgive him for this, it just evaporated.
“I’m giving you one last chance. Tell me what I need to know before I really lose my cool,” Minato said with a stern gaze. He didn’t usually want to be so tough on a child but this was his family that was being messed with here. He felt he was owed the solution and a proper explanation on top of the punishment he was planning on handing out.
Konohamaru wiped his eyes and got momentarily serious for a second. However, he remained smiling.
“I found a special jutsu that hypnotizes people with my words, confusing them with subliminal messaging and goofy puns,” Konohamaru smirked. “I guess you could say I wrote the book on your pun-ishment, sir.”
Minato blinked. He felt the gurgle in his stomach grow more intense.
Konohamaru smiled. “I’ll write even more than that soon. Like say, a revision to the rules of the land once I steal your title of Hokage.” “You’ll what–?” Minato winced with disdain.
“I met a mysterious boy who gave me this forbidden jutsu…” Konohamaru said, leering up at Minato with a bit of a shade over his eyes. “It happened when I was at the height of being depressed because of all the bullying Naruto was doing to me. Our precious, wonderful, perfect, mature Hokage was told about his son’s behavior by yours truly and he did nothing. He acted like a street tough, safe-guarding his son with the air of a toddler pretending to be cool and adult. You could say he was a bit of a baby bouncer.”
Baby bouncer. Like a bouncer for a club and that thing babies bounce in? Haha!
Minato didn’t find that funny but Konohamaru didn’t care. He was lost in thought about all this stuff now. He couldn’t help but dive into the emotions that brought about his motivation to act on this idea for revenge.
He was resentful of Naruto and of Minato. He truly did believe he could be a better Hokage than him. Hell, Minato didn’t even realize that all the weird things in his speech and jokes referencing baby stuff were indicators of his jutsu being sprung.
Then again, how could he? He was just a big loser missing his diaper. It wouldn’t be too long before he found it again though.
Konohamaru’s fists tightened, remembering all the times Naruto pantsed him, sent him sliding outside in a wash bucket butt naked from a bath house, or wedgied him to leave him dangling over a pit of manure.
“You’re too prideful of your position and surrounded by a current that guides you towards where only you want to go. But I can feel the current shifting a bit. It’s almost as if you’ve been set a drift in the ocean…” Konohamaru said to Minato.
The taller, blonde man wasn’t really moving right. He was swaying a bit actually.
Konohamaru looked up at him. “Or is that a sea of drool? Oh no, wait, there’s something wrapped around you. A soft pillowy seat around your butt is keeping all the water in. But where did it come from? Inside you maybe? Hmm. This is weird. There’s no way it could be what I think it is. Not for someone who calls themselves the Hokage.”
Minato’s eyes looked a little glassy and there was a bit of drool at the edge of his mouth.
“Could it be…?” Konohamaru feigned confusion. “That you’re not actually the Hokage? Oh wow. Maybe you never were. Sheesh. I don’t know if you’re even an adult. I mean, what kind of adult loses their potty training like this.”
Minato blinks in confusion. He wasn’t certain of what just happened but he had gone a little dazed for a second there.
Konohamaru smiles, fully aware that his hypnotism just worked.
A loud fart was heard. It rang out loudly and hilariously long. The smell that followed made Konohamaru reel back but he still burst out laughing.
Minato, eyes fully refocused, stared ahead with a look of shock. That clearly came from him.
Konohamaru whipped out his phone while Minato was stunned into a silence of slow realization. It was a good thing that he was standing because the mess that was now back there would have been made far worse if he was sitting down.
The thought didn’t make Minato feel any better though. In fact, his face flushed an intense bright red at the thought of what he just did in his pants.
Intense shame and humiliation washed over him while Konohamaru stood before him and started snapping several photos of the Hokage standing there in a pair of ruined pants.
“These are lovely,” Konohamaru smiled. “I’m gonna look at them a lot before I go to bed tonight.”
The embarrassed and confused Minato had no words of defense. Instead, when he opened his mouth he merely said, “You can go…”
He didn’t want to let Konohamaru go but his body wasn’t listening to him. Konohamaru did however, and turned to leave with a small wave of his hand.
“I can’t wait to capture more memories with you,” He said as he disappeared from view.
Minato stood there with his jaw slightly slack and eyes unblinking. It was a disaster area in his mind and in his pants but one thought kept him sane.
That was the fact that this most definitely was a fluke and he’d be back to normal tomorrow. Clearly, the stress of everything had caused that accident to happen. There’s no way a kid far younger than his own son orchestrated this to happen. His potty training wasn’t going away. Things would be fine.
Over the next several days, Minato had constant accidents in his pants.
They were all uncontrolled incidents. Sometimes they would happen when he was sitting at his desk. Other times they would happen right as he left his house to come to the Hokage mansion. Other times it would be on his way home.
His desire to increase his speed to reach his house before he completely lost control didn’t matter any. He would always never make it.
The most frustrating incident was when he did make it to the bathroom and was in the middle of yanking down his pants that his body just forced it out into his boxers.
It was incredibly difficult to hide that accident. He’d been trying his damndest to hide all of them, really, but over the course of these days the frequency and unpredictability of these incidents made it increasingly difficult.
The good part of this was that Naruto had returned to normal. He was taken from the daycare and kept in diapers while under that mysterious jutsu until he suddenly started acting normal again. The scream he made when he woke up one day wearing a diaper still rang in his ears.
It was odd because Naruto didn’t remember what happened to him. One day he just woke up wearing a diaper, screamed, changed out of it, and most likely blew it off as a prank from the outside.
He suspected Konohamaru and decided he was going to severely humiliate him for it later. Sneaking into his house and putting a diaper on him? Not cool.
Naruto was contemplating how to make Konohamaru’s day a living nightmare when he entered the bathroom and discovered his dad, Minato, standing in front of the toilet with his pants completely full in the back.
The two of them stared at each other in silence. Minato’s jaw practically hit the floor while Naruto’s jaw dropped slowly with awe and then amusement.
Naruto then began pointing and laughing at his father, who embarrassingly blushed and turned around to place his hands at his backside like a toddler who just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
It was another failed attempt at making it to the toilet but this time his son had seen it!
“Aww! What’s the matter dad? Did you have a whittle accident?” Naruto giggled, swishing back and forth with a giddiness that would have been unbecoming of anyone else. There was something about Minato’s face and reaction that just made Naruto feel like he could get away with this. A sixth sense if you will.
He was likely correct because all Minato did was whimper before stuttering out an attempt at being fatherly. The pathetic, “N-Now son… d-don’t laugh at your dad–!” was cut off by even harsher, more intense laughter.
Naruto reached over and ruffled his dad’s hair when Minato found himself falling to his knees from the weight of the embarrassment.
“Poor whittle guy!” Naruto snickered. “Maybe YOU oughta wear diapers, eh?”
Minato fidgeted. He had no idea how this happened. No, really. He had no recollection of when these accidents started. It was strange. One day he was the normal Hokage he always was and the next, his son was treating him like his little brother.
This much humiliation was too much for a single man to handle.
Of course, since Naruto discovered him it really wasn’t much longer before Kushina did.
The manner in which she found out was much similar to Naruto, only he didn’t even make it to the bathroom before he let out a babyish wail, squatted, and started going in his pants. The goofy look on his face as he did it momentarily stunned her. She recovered fast though and began scolding him like he was a small child.
Just like that, she was on him like a hawk. The accidents continued but she would catch way more of them as well as any attempts to hide them. The words that came from her mouth one day left a scar on his brain.
“If this continues on, I WILL put diapers on you.”
Minato shivered. The icy chill of such a humiliating threat made him want to fold into himself. He couldn’t imagine such a horrible thing but it was starting to become unbearably clear that something needed to change.
Eventually it did. One day, during one of his accidents, the boxers Minato wore got too ruined. The leg holes made the messes he made far messier and at the very least Kushina was not going to deal with that.
The next day, when Minato went to put on his boxers, he opened his drawer to find them all replaced with childish underoos instead.
He gasped in shock and searched through the dressers in a panic, finding this unbelievable, but he had no choice but to accept it. When asked why he couldn’t at least wear normal briefs, she stated that underoos would make the messes far less noticeable to anyone who happened to see him with his pants down. That and he wasn’t acting like a nerd but more like a toddler and underoos are what toddlers wore.
His underwear was all colorful and full of goofy, childish prints now. They even had his name written on the waistband. These just fit him better.
Naruto was amused by this of course. When he saw the waistband of his new Digimon themed underoos peeking out his pants one day, he yanked on them and made Minato shriek.
“What are you–?!” Minato began to ask before yelping again when he gave it a sharp tug, officially deepening it into a wedgie.
“These are some adorable undies!” Naruto giggled and slapped his dad’s behind before running off with a laugh at the edge of his mouth.
Minato grimaced and shook with rage but found his desire to do something about it waning immediately. He lost all the vigor he had when he saw the reactions to that scene from those standing with him in the public vicinity.
He scampered off with a whimper and a blush, feeling really unsure of himself here. He often had to make sure he got to places far quicker than usual due to how unpredictable the accidents were now.
As such, the Yellow Flash was seen flashing around the village a lot more often. People were starting to make rumors concerning what was happening to him more prominent. Stories of them catching him wetting his pants and trying to run away were becoming more frequent.
His son giving him a wedgie in public didn’t help matters either.
One day, he was strutting his way back home when a gaggle of kids surrounded him and began to bombard him with questions.
“Is it true you go doodee in your pants now!”
“Can you pee your pants here! I wanna see!”
“Where’s your big brother, Naruto?”
What? What? WHAT?!
What the hell were these questions? Minato tried to push past them but they would yank violently on his arm to get him to yelp and stumble back. It shouldn’t have even hurt but it did. The nervousness of his situation made him grab his tummy and before long he was hunched over with a look of despair on his face.
“NO! NOT HERE! NOOOOOOOO!” Minato would shout as he wet and messed himself in front of the children. They all laughed and pointed at him, happy to have the rumors about the Hokage confirmed for them. Minato ended up doing this for a good, long two minutes before he found himself on his hands and knees. He crawled pathetically away into the bushes to hide but it didn’t really work. He wasn’t sure why he thought it would.
Eventually, he just bolted. His pride could only be ruined so much before he took his chances and sought the help of a professional.
When he went to the doctor, he was told nothing was wrong with him physically though. What did that mean? That this was all mental, somehow?
Minato tried to play this off as well as he could but it was no longer tricking anyone in the village. Not even he was fooled. His respect was slowly disintegrating.
“Sir, please answer me.” Shikamaru said to him one day, holding a stack of papers. “I want to brush up on this stuff so that I can one day become the advisor to the next Hokage.”
Next Hokage? Was he already looking that far ahead? Was he not doing well anymore? What did this mean?
Minato was overthinking things and starting to panic. In reality, Shikamaru was just being Shikamaru but the normally calm and composed Minato reacted by whimpering and asking, “What?! You think I’m a bad Hokage now? Is that it?!”
He said this while beginning to wet his pants. Shikamaru looked down at the growing stain on the front of his trousers and sighed.
He turned around and left with the papers still in hand. “Never mind. I’ll wait.” He said. If he didn’t mean what Minato said before, he was certainly thinking it now. Minato realized this too which made him promptly start whimpering again before he grabbed his bottom, sensing another accident coming from the back end.
It was terrible. However, things could always get worse and on the next day, he was greeted with a very peculiar sight.
While walking the streets, he spotted a crowd gathered around something. There was a crowd of people there. Children, teenagers, and the occasional young adult, were making tons of fun and taking several photos of something.
Minato was instantly curious. Activity like that from small children had grown recently, most of it centered on him. The occasional teenager threw a sly comment his way but it was otherwise mostly gossip behind his back that they were terrible at hiding.
When he approached the area, the people standing around whatever they were eyeing, moved away. They were surprised that the Hokage had shown up here and were acting as if their little game was over.
It would seem his visage still commanded some respect because his appearance got them to back off immediately. His strength was no joke still after all.
Back off from what though? What could this possibly have been?
Minato’s eyes widened upon glazing at the scene that had captured so much of their attention.
It was as if he was witnessing a cruel joke playing out before him.
Naruto was there, wearing a pink diaper, a pink polo shirt with a pink bib, a baby bonnet, and pink baby booties. He was dancing with his eyes swirling. Next to him was Konohamaru, laughing and applauding Naruto’s performance.
Minato didn’t understand what this meant. Not immediately, anyway. He had no recollection of his own incident involving Konohamaru and the hypnotism that took place to render him a broken bladder and bowels boy.
That said, it didn’t keep the rage of seeing his son humiliated like this at bay. If anything it was fresh thanks to how fuzzy the other incidents were.
Why on Earth would someone like Konohamaru do this to his son? More importantly though, how?
Minato wasn’t going to wait for the answer. That ridiculous outfit Naruto had on had racked up so many photographs in quick succession. His eyes darted around towards all the snickering onlookers. They may have backed away, intimidated by Minato’s presence, but they clearly found what was happening to still be of gracious amusement.
No, this wouldn’t stand. Not on his watch. Not anymore.
Minato stomped his way forward, not at all being unsubtle about the fact that he was going to terminate this little clown show before Konohamaru could make it more vicious.
Konohamaru, for his part, was taken aback by Minato’s presence. He wasn’t sure what to make of the guy as he towered over him now.
His looming shadow was intimidating still. Just a tiny bit. His discomfort shot up tenfold when Minato reached down and grabbed Konohamaru by the ear.
“EEEP! YEEEOWWW!” Konohamaru flailed a bit, finding himself yanked forward and stumbling over his own feet as he was pulled towards Minato.
“What on Earth do you think you’re doing? Have you gone mental?” Minato asked, not caring what his answer was.
“No! Have you?” Konohamaru clapped back. “Seems you’ve been having a bit of a bad baby time. But I regress.”
“Was that a pun?” Minato asked, confused.
“Yeah. Surprised a toddler like you knows what those AAAAAAAAGH!” Konohamaru screamed, now suspended in the air by his ear. He was squirming violently and his pants had sagged to show off the waistband of his Sonic briefs.
“Don’t insult your Hokage!” Minato snapped. “You’re unfit to be a ninja!”
“Oh… here we go again…” Konohamaru grumbled. He’d heard this before but Minato had trouble recalling himself saying it before. He likely still felt it deep within his gut though.
“Put on Naruto’s outfit!” Minato ordered.
The crowd giggled at that. The idea of seeing Konohamaru wearing and dancing in what he made Naruto wear was funny. Konohamaru didn’t like the idea of being turned on so easily but knew that it would take time to gain their respect.
Might as well start as soon as possible though.
“No. No, I don’t think I will. You gotta calm down sir and just let it all drop,” Konohamaru stated. It was a subliminally spoken way of telling him to put him down.
Minato did so but still had an angry look on his face. He had no idea he just listened to Konohamaru’s orders.
“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m the one in charge here,” Minato waved his finger down at the annoyed boy. Konohamaru rubbed down his aching ear while firing a vicious glare into Minato’s eyes.
“Are you?” Konohamaru asked. “Sounds a little hard to believe considering you just told me to put on your son’s baby clothes. What kind of a dad are you? Treating children so recklessly is such a childish thing to do. I guess a little diaper baby like you can’t help it though. After all, you’re likely in need of a fluffy pillow. Maybe one that wraps around the front of your body and gives your crotch a nice little hug?”
Minato swooned a bit. He was unsure of what Konohamaru was saying. Why was he speaking in such a strange, flowery way?
Konohamaru then smiled at him before turning to the side and grabbing the large package of pink diapers that were resting on the bench.
“You should put them on instead,” Konohamaru said in a small but commanding voice.
This drew a hush amongst the crowd. All the kids, teens, and folks in their early 20s were watching with astonishment as this drama unfolded before their eyes. What would the Hokage do in the face of back talk like that?
Minato… looked really out of it.
Every word Konohamaru had been saying at a certain point had hit his brain in an odd way. Now it was just light and fluffy. The sound of his voice made him swoon.
His eyes were strangely glazed over. He reached forward and grabbed one of the large diapers. He was a little dazed, clearly.
Right when he grabbed the hem of his pants to take them down, he stopped.
He grunted and shifted about in place for a bit, looking like he was struggling to concentrate. On what? No one really knew.
Eventually, he shook his head and began blinking several times.
He managed to wake up from the trance, though, with heavy difficulty.
“You… what? What are you doing…?” Minato wobbled, muttering in confusion under his breath.
Seeing this, Konohamaru sighed. “Naruto, I order you to punish Minato.”
Naruto nods. His eyes were still swirly and his smile was supremely goofy. Despite how he looked and how he dressed, his movement was shockingly fast.
Minato was too dazed to properly do anything about what happened next.
His son whipped behind him and grabbed at the Hokage cloak he was wearing. With a massively firm grip from both hands, he yanked hard and flung it right off of his dad’s body.
With his dad’s backside fully exposed, Naruto reached into the back of his pants and gave him a Super Wedgie!
“HAI-YEEEEEEK!” Minato let out a babyish screech when he was wedgied like that in front of all these young onlookers.
The children were, of course, the first ones to laugh but the older ones were too stunned to do so just yet. What a weird scene this was.
Naruto, with a firm grip on his dad’s exposed My Hero Academia underoos, yanked harder and got his father’s butt to bounce into position.
Naruto then giggled with his sloppy, derpy tongue out and produced another item that Konohamaru had in his possession. This was a nice, long, striking wooden paddle.
It was made so that Konohamaru could have some punishing fun with his former bully but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be shared between brats.
Naruto wasted no time in wailing on Minato’s butt with this hefty item. Each smack made his bottom bounce and jiggle with a furious and tender BOING!
Each hit also made Minato wail louder and louder. He screamed as high as he could, the pain soaring through his body and making him go completely stiff.
His hands were up, as if trying to surrender, but they were stuck that way, seemingly because he couldn’t properly move to squirm away anymore. His mind was starting to coat with the goop of dominance.
Of course, everyone that was gathered around continued to watch with intense looks of astonishment. Pretty soon, the shock and awe wore off for the older folk and they joined the children in laughing and pointing at their “fearless” leader.
Phones were out quicker than ever too. If they had been put away at all, they were back with a vengeance now. Several new photographs were being taken of Minato’s spanking and all of the people here knew they had gold.
Minato, the fourth Hokage, being paddled by his own son as he wore baby clothes? What more could you want?
Well, obviously, to see the humiliation continue. It did so without Minato’s blessing.
Minato’s embarrassment carried over to his bladder. He didn’t even have to go before he got here but he was about to go in his pants right now.
This was all very sudden but there was nothing he could do to stop it. The embarrassment squeezed his bladder and he peed his pants in front of everyone. The loud hissing was heard and it prompted more photos to be taken and more laughter to ring out. Konohamaru bends down while grabbing the hem of Minato’s pants. He does this to make sure they come down with him.
Minato’s look of horror was wonderful and thanks to all the flashing phones, well documented.
His soaking wet pants were lowered to reveal, in full, his also soaking wet My Hero undies to everyone. The zoom-ins on the wet underwear were all captured gracefully.
“Good stance. Hold that one for me,” Konohamaru said, holding his phone and recording for himself as well. However, he took notice of how many people were doing the same and snickered.
With a sigh and a smile, he put his phone away and instead reached back up to grab at Minato’s headband.
Minato gasped when Konohamaru did this but found himself unable to stop him. Konohamaru yanked the headband off and while bent down with his hand still clutching his pants, shook the object about in his palm.
“You’re no longer fit to wear this. As punishment for your transgression, I’m demoting you to the Hidden Leaf Daycare. Don’t worry about signing up, I took care of it days ago,” Konohamaru said, slyly.
He threw Minato’s own words back into his own face. Minato’s eyes crossed as his mind snapped under the deluge of humiliation. He was completely shocked.
Konohamaru does a powerful leg sweep at that moment. Minato gets knocked to the ground and slumps there like a rag doll. He was still too shocked and overwhelmed with embarrassment to defend himself.
That was fine. It made Konohamaru’s job easier.
He grabbed at his pants with both hands this time and shimmied them down completely so that they were bunched up around his ankles. The wetness of his pants made getting them off completely a bit hard due to their sticky nature making them cling to his legs a bit.
He did eventually strip him of his pants, leaving his wet underoos clad butt exposed to the laughing crowd and the open air.
“Keep the pictures coming folks,” Konohamaru gave them a thumbs up. “The best part is to be determined!”
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