Brutus's Origin Story
Brutus awoke, looking up from his crib as his mom lifted him from it.
"Ok little brat time to change you." She's said in disgust, as she laid him on the changing table. He was changed quickly and inefficiently, before being carried to the kitchen for a not so good breakfast and then being left in the play pin for up to 5 hours and then fed a not so good dinner and put to bed. This was Brutus's normal schedule, but one day something changed. His mom came home with an unknown fur, a shiny metal object in his hand. His mom led the man around before they got into a fight Brutus hid as the man crashed into the play pin. He tried to run but the man grabbed him and threw him through a window, he hit the streets at two years old, by three he'd gained enough street smarts to keep himself alive, barely.
Brutus was digging in a trash can for food when a husky walked down the alley, Brutus looked up at him, an old chicken leg in his maw.
"Hey little guy, how old are you?" Jack asked, crouching down to his level.
"Thwy!" he said proudly.
"You hungry? I've got some food. Jack held up a bag of KFC and Brutus's eyes lit up.
"Yes, you'd give that to me?" Brutus asked in Surprise, Jack handed him a chicken leg and the pup dropped the one in his mouth and hungrily chowed down on the fresh one.
"So, why are you out here?" Jack asked, " your so young."
"My mom didn't want me." He showed a scar. "I went through a window!" He said prowdly.
"So you don't have a home?" Jack asked astonished that someone so young didn't have a home, someone not even potty trained as told by the old diaper that still managed to cling to his waist. Jack lifted the kit onto his hip and carried him home.
"Mom, come here!" Jack called, and soon she'd entered.
"What do you ne- oh oh my, what happened to him?" Jack's mom asked.
"Don't know found him in the alley. Thought I'd bring him here clean him up and get some food in him, maybe let him sleep awhile." Jack responded.
"Ok, ok let's get him cleaned up." It didn't take long for the pup to be bathed diapered and put to sleep.
"Mom, what are we gonna do about him, we can't just put him back on the street." Jack said.
"Your right, I'm going to adopt him." She replied.
"Really mom, that's a great idea!"
A few years later Brutus walked down the sidewalk, his older brother beside him.
"did you have fun at the fair?" Jack asked, as he watched his younger brother toddle in front of him.
"Yeah it was great." Brutus replied, as they turned the corner, their home in sight.
"Come on I'll race ya!" Jack took off running, followed closely by Brutus. Jack slowed down as he got close and Brutus put on a small burst of speed and touched the front door first.
"I won!!" Brutus exclaimed, dancing around Jack.
"Yea you did." Jack replied lifting the excited pup into his arms, "come on, Grandma's here." Brutus's ears perked up.
"Grandma!!" he leaped from Jack's arms and ran into the house.
The day had gone by great, grandma put him to bed and returned to the living room where the other adults were.
"We're gonna have to do something." They were saying, "he seems perfectly happy at home, are you sure?"
"No, your right we'll wait a little longer."
Brutus walked into the bathroom, when he heard the door open, and there he was, Briant, Brutus's bully.
"C-come Briant, it's the end of the D-Day, can't you just l-leave me alone." Brutus stammered in fear.
"Now why would I do that." Briant replied, lifting the cub by the shirt, "maybe I'll take you home, have you to myself all weekend."
"Please Briant, I just wanna go home." Brutus replied, but Briant just acted like he didn't hear as he dragged brutus to a stall, he shoved the Cubs head into the toilet. Brutus didn't have time to take a breath, and in a matter of minutes, his breath was gone, lungs gasping painfully for air that wouldn't come, darkness pricked at the edge of his vision as he struggled to escape, he was dying! The darkness grew but all the sounds he heard we're Briant's laughter and his own screaming. And soon after that he passed out the darkness enveloping him like a wave, a beautiful peaceful sleep.
Briant laughed maniacally as the pup stopped struggling, suddenly a teacher walked in, her eyes widened as she saw what was going on. She moved so fast Briant could barely do anything as she threw him against the wall and pulled the limp pup from the toilet. He wasn't breathing. She told Briant to follow as she carried Brutus to the office.
Brutus awoke in his own bed, looking around he wondered, where am I? Brutus's older brother walked in.
"You're finally awake, We were so worried, you don't need to think of school, you're out for the last two weeks, till summer."
Brutus relaxed and before long, fell asleep again, but his dreams were plagued with nightmares, and when he awoke again something was wrong. He felt warm and cold, he threw the covers off, a dark spot showed were he'd relieved himself in the night
"oh no!! I've wet the bed!" Brutus cried, "no no no, I'm potty trained, noo!" Brutus didn't notice his mom enter as he was to wrapped up in his misery.
"Oh baby," she said in concern, "I thought this might happen but I hoped against it. It's ok baby you go eat breakfast, I'll clean this up. Brutus got up and walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up, he felt terrible.
After a shower he was feeling much better, and made his way to the kitchen. His older brother was already there, and he perked his ears up to hide his feelings as he sat down to eat, he started eating, taking a few bites before he realized he wasn't hungry. A few hours later mom went to work, Jack went to school and Brutus just watched TV too they got home later that night.
"How are you feeling honey" mom asked as it neared bedtime.
"Tired." Brutus replied, getting up to go to his room, his mom followed and closed the door behind him.
"Honey, just in case you wet the bed again, you need protection." She set down a bag. And pulled out a package of diapers.
"No please Moma I won't wet the bed again please." Brutus pleaded, horrified at the ideas of diapers.
"If you don't tonight you won't have to wear them again." She said sternly, showing there was no argument.
"O-ok" Brutus replied laying down on the bed, and Before long Brutus was diapered.
Wow, he thought, that doesn't feel so bad. "G-goodnight mom." Brutus said as he crawled into bed.
"Goodnight." Charlotte, Brutus's mom told him.
The next morning, Brutus awoke wet, but he hadn't leaked. It felt so nice tho, the warmth was. . . Great. He hadn't been in diapers for least 3 years, he'd forgotten how great it felt. Suddenly he realized how stupid those thoughts were. He pushed them away as his mom came in.
"Oh, honey, you wet again." His mom said, concerned.
"Yeah but I don't wet the bed." He said proudly, as his mom changed him out of the diaper.
"Go get a shower honey, I'll make breakfast" His mom said, carrying the wet diaper away.
Brutus once again found himself watching TV as his family wasn't home, the only difference, he longed for the diaper. He got up, having to go to the bathroom when an idea hit him and he decided to hold it. A couple of hours later his mom came home he jumped up to give her a hug, then released his bladder soaking himself. "Uh oh," he feigned surprise. "Oh no, I just wet myself." Brutus said.
"I hope I don't have to diaper you days too." She said with a sigh. And before long he'd wet himself three more times, finally he got what he desired, his mom brought him up to his room,
"looks like it's worse than I thought" she murmured as she began to diaper him. Yay finally, he thought, it feels just right. He got up, finally wearing the underwear he desired and returned to his TV show.