A Lesson in Humility 
By Ozzie Astaroth 
It was late at night in the city. Flame, a brown and white furred ferret/skunk hybrid, was working as a waiter at a bar and grill restaurant in a building that he owned. He was twenty-seven-years-old, but had been fairly successful at real estate at a young age. A friend of his ran the restaurant, but he helped out by working part time there. It wasn't his first choice of job, but it helped them both out. Tonight was slow, and there were only one or two customers, so he was able to run the place himself. He took the orders and cooked them, being an okay chef. He was getting ready to close up when one more customer walked in. It was someone who's reputation proceeded him. Someone who always had a snooty attitude and complained about everything, even when orders were perfectly done. He had dealt with this guy before, as had other employees of the restaurant. Even people in other stores knew about his bad attitude. 
Stanley, a twenty-three-year-old black and white striped skunk, walked into Flame's establishment wearing a fancy gray and white business suit with red tie. He was born into money, and his family was very wealthy. It was late, and if any high brow restaurant had been open this late, he would have gone there. He looked around with his nose in the air, as if he didn't want to be there. Seeing as how it was late, there were only a few tables occupied. 
Flame sighed and walked over, wearing jeans, a white shirt, and black apron with his restaurant's name on it. ?Welcome!? he said, trying to stay friendly. ?Table for one?? 
Stanley looked around and then back at Flame as if he were dumb. ?Yes, of course.? he said. ?As always. Please don't waste my time Flame.? 
?Heh, right.? said Flame, trying to remain polite. ?This way please.? He led Stanley over to a nice corner table. 
?No, not here.? said Stanley. ?It's too close to the restrooms. I'd much rather sit near a window.? 
?Oh, of course.? said Flame. ?Right over here then.? He led Flame over to a booth table by the window. 
Stanley sat down and scooted over a little, fluffing his tail a bit to get comfortable. 
Flame gave him a menu. ?Here you are sir.? he said. He hated having to call someone like him sir, but it was part of the job, and he wanted to keep it. 
Stanley took the menu and opened it, scratching at his head a little, thinking about what he wanted. 
Flame stood there patiently, waiting for Stanley to order. He would rather be anywhere but here right 
now, dealing with this stuck up guy. 
?Hmm, I believe I will have a nice cold tea.? said Stanley. 
?Okay, and have you decided on an entree or do you need a few minutes?? asked Flame. 
?Don't rush me.? said Stanley. ?I was about to give you my order. I know it is late, but that is no reason to be rude.? He always acted as if he were in the right and everyone else was wrong or rude. 
?Ah yes, of course.? said Flame. ?Sorry about that.? 
?I'll have a steak, medium rare.? said Stanley. ?With some fries and some green beans.? 
Flame wrote it all down and nodded. ?Okay, anything else?? he asked. 
?A slice of chocolate cream pie too.? said Stanley. He handed the menu back to Flame and shooed him away with his hand. 
?Got it.? said Flame. ?It'll be out shortly.? 
?I should hope so.? said Stanley. 
Flame went back to the kitchen and looked around. He really wanted to do something to this guy for all he had done. He remembered a particular waitress whom he made cry and quit due to his behavior. He was bad for business everywhere he went, and he wanted to let this guy know that everyone was tired of it. As he cooked the food he glanced over at something strange that wouldn't normally be in any restaurant. It was a pink, adult diaper. It had been brought in as part of a Halloween costume a few weeks ago and had just stayed there, unused, since the person decided against the costume at the last minute. He grinned, imagining Stanley having to wear that out in public. The question was how? The manager had a stomach issue, and there was some laxative in his office. Flame smiled, and went to go get it. He decided to cook it into his food, using some spices to cover the taste. As soon as it was ready, he took it out to his table. 
?About time.? said Stanley. ?You need to hire more competent workers.? 
?Maybe if you would eat in more often.? Flame mumbled under his breath. 
?What was that?? asked Stanley. He faintly heard the complaint, but didn't catch all of it. He just knew it was a negative remark. 
?Nothing.? said Stanley. ?Just talking to myself.? He put the food out on the table. ?Enjoy your meal.? 
?Yes well, keep it down would you?? asked Stanley. ?And bring more napkins.? 
?Right away.? Flame grinned and went to get the napkins. While doing so, he got the bills for the remaining people at the restaurant and locked the front door after they left. He then dropped off the napkins and went to the restrooms. He put some caution tape over the doors and a sign saying they were out of order. He smiled, watching Stanley eat, knowing what would come next. He started to clean up, making sure to keep him in view the whole time. 
Stanley ate his food and found it to be very tasty. He would never admit it of course. His father always told him it was important that the lower class citizens never be praised for simply doing their jobs. He saw Flame moving around and doing various things as he ate. He was about to scold him for disturbing his dinner, but he began to feel the urge to use the toilet. He never liked using any public restrooms, since he always considered them to be dirty and for poor people, so he continued to eat and watch the TV in the corner of the room he was in. He sliced his steak and chewed it, savoring the texture and flavor. He ate the fries and enjoyed how crispy and seasoned they were. Even the green beans were well prepared. None of it was at the level of the more high end places he usually ate at, but for a commoner's restaurant, it was very well cooked. Even so, he would refuse to say as much, and intended to complain once the bill came. 
Flame watched eagerly as Stanley at all of the food. He could tell it was good, because he was eating every bite. He even put some diuretic in his tea to make him need to pee, and he slurped that down as well. Soon he saw Stanley motioning for his attention, and walked over. 
?I could use some more tea.? said Stanley, shaking his empty tea glass. 
?Of course.? said Flame. ?Right away.? He turned and went to refill his tea glass, adding more of the diuretic to it. It would make him even more thirsty, which would make him drink more. He brought it back to him and sat it on his table. ?Here you are.? 
Stanley grabbed the glass and drank a few gulps. He was feeling really thirsty for some reason, and the tea really hit the spot. He was almost done with his meal now, but the urge to poop was rising. He leaned over and let out a small squeak. He knew it was rude, but in his mind it was his commentary on the restaurant as a whole. 
Flame was a good distance away, but he heard the skunk's flatulence and chuckled to himself. He knew it was working, and soon it would be even harder to hold. He had saved the slice of pie for last, and sprinkled some chocolate laxative into it. He brought it over once he saw that he was done with the rest of his meal. ?Your desert sir.? he said. ?I hope you enjoy.? 
?Yes.? said Stanley. He felt a little bloated, but the pie looked so tasty. His mouth watered, and he ate it, tasting the sweet, creamy chocolate that paired excellently with the tea. He couldn't help but eat more and more of it, until it was all gone. He let out a loud burp and patted his belly. Then it suddenly gurgled and began to feel in pain. Stanley groaned slightly and belched again, then let out another fart. ?Oh my! What is wrong with me?? 
Flame chuckled, watching from behind the counter. He was determined to have him in that diaper before he left. 
Stanley squirmed and suffered at his booth table. Looking at the empty plates and glasses in front of him now made him feel a bit queasy. He really needed to go, but was determined to refuse using that awful restroom. He twisted his legs together, wiggling his feet and doing his best to hold off on the urge. His tail poofed out and he began to sweat, holding it back. ?I suppose...I could use one...just this once.? he said to himself. He got up and shuffled toward the restroom, trying not to get the attention of Flame. He looked in horror at the ?Out of Order? sign on it and became flustered. ?Oh, the nerve! The indignity! How dare you shut down the restrooms while a customer is inside!? He yelled aloud, making sure Flame could hear. He folded his tail down over his bottom, trying to keep from unloading. 
Flame chuckled, pretending not to hear him at first, and choosing to watch his silly antics. It was so funny to see the stuck up jerk waddle back and forth in front of the restroom. 
Stanley was fuming, but also nervous. He didn't want to have an accident here in this public place. He tried the handle of the door, but it wouldn't budge. He knocked on it curiously, in case there was a repair man inside who could let him in. For minutes he waited, knocking and doing an awkward potty dance. He could feel a load pushing at his rectum, eager to be released. He also felt the familiar tingle indicating that he needed to pee urgently. Both hit him all at once, making him sweat and panic more. His fur bristled as he paced the floor. He eyed the front door, but knew he couldn't make it home in time and all of the local stores were closed now. 
?Heh...? Flame scoffed, watching the skunk pace with glee. He decided to make his appearance and maybe turn up the pressure a bit. 
?Oh, there you are!? said Stanley. ?Finally! Open this restroom! I have to use it!? He pressed his paws into his crotch, trying to push back against his aching bladder. 
?Sorry sir.? said Flame. ?But the restroom is busted. I called a plumber but they won't be here until tomorrow.? 
?Tomorrow?!? Stanley shouted. ?See here! They can't be THAT broken. A toilet is a toilet after all. Let me use it! You can flush it later!? 
?I'm afraid that is a health code violation.? said Flame. 
?B-but I need to go!? said Stanley. ?N-now!? He went from foot to foot, dancing like a toddler who has to pee really bad. 
?I'm sorry sir.? said Flame. ?I'm afraid I just can't. Maybe I can help you another way.? He changed the channel on TV to a music station. ?Maybe music will calm your stomach.? 
?Are you an idiot?!? yelled Stanley, holding his bottom and his front now, and hopping from one foot to the other. ?How in the world would that help?? 
?Maybe if you dance!? said Flame. He took Stanley by the hands and began dancing around the open space with him. ?Come on Stan! Let's cut a rug!? 
?S-stop!? yelled Stanley. ?St-stop it right now!? He curled his tail under his butt and huffed, blushing brightly and expelling a little gas. 
?Oh my, it sure smells like you just made some room.? said Flame. ?Allow me to check.? He smiled and lifted Stanley's tail, holding it up. 
Stanley froze and his body stiffened. He clenched hard and gritted his teeth. ?F-F-Flame!? he yelled. ?I swear if you don't s-s-stop I'll...I'll!? 
?You'll what?? asked Flame. ?Poop yourself? Go on then, do it! It'd serve you right!? 
?W-what do you mean by that?!? asked Stanley. ?How dare you!? 
?You come in here and make everyone miserable!? said Flame. ?You make everyone miserable wherever you go! They may not say it to your face, but everyone talks about you behind your back. Everyone has a story about a bad encounter with you. You're such a miserable creature that no one wants anything to do with you unless you pay them!? 
?Why you...? said Stanley, still pressing his hands against his front. ?You think it's so easy for me because I'm rich! I have to come down here on the street to do business with you because you're too poor to come to me! You all want my money so I expect the best when giving it to you!? He blushed, feeling wetness on his paws. 
?Speaking of doing your business...? said Flame. ?How does your money help you now?? He walked around as he heard the familiar hiss and dripping of urine. ?The great Stanley, standing before me, peeing himself like a child.? 
?Grrr...you!? said Stanley. ?You did this didn't you? You put something in my f-food!? His stomach turned again and he felt something pushing its way out. ?N-no...I w-won't!? 
?There's no other option.? said Flame, folding his arms. ?You can either do it here or outside, but I guarantee you there are no restrooms along the way that are open. Maybe you wouldn't mind going down a dark alley and pooping in a trash bin. Better hope some punks aren't waiting in the shadows.? 
Stanley gulped, feeling real fear now. He couldn't stop his bladder as it emptied, darkening the front of his gray trousers. Dark lines of pee drew themselves from his crotch to the bottom, before dripping down his feet and pooling on the floor. ?N-no!? he yelled. ?F-Flame...please!? 
?Oh, NOW you say please.? said Flame. ?When you're desperate and need something you can't buy. I think you need to learn a real lesson about how the way you treat people can come back to bite you.? 
?Mmf!? Stanley mumbled, really starting to regret his behavior. Had he been wrong this whole time? Did those less fortunate than him really deserve respect and praise? ?Gah!? He felt a hot, wet, slimy sensation oozing out of his crack. He tried desperately to squeeze his cheeks together, but it was no use. His muscles would no longer obey, and he began to fill his expensive trousers with warm, soft, runny poop. He let out a few toots and squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to look at Flame while he pooped himself like a baby. He could feel it running down his legs, and the odor did not take long to reach his nostrils. As a skunk, he was somewhat used to a certain musky smell, but the odor of urine and feces was one he normally associated with the poor and unfortunate. He grunted a little, still trying to hold it, even though it was a lost cause. Flashes of long forgotten memories of potty training failures went through his mind, as did his father's disapproval when they happened. He realized that he had been treating others the way his father treated him, and for once understood. He looked up at Flame with tears in his eyes as he let out another flatulent fart. 
?Well?? asked Stanley. ?You may as well finish up. Your pants are already ruined.? 
?B-but...? said Stanley. ?I need something to wear home...? 
?I may have something.? said Stanley. ?But first, you have to finish.? 
Stanley gritted his teeth and squatted, letting it all out now. He grunted and pushed, dumping his load fully into his pants and underwear. The rear was all stained with brown now, and soft loads of poop slid down the back of his legs and landed on the floor with wet plops. He smelled terrible, and knew he would have to get several baths before he would ever feel clean again. The only comfort he felt was that it was his mess he had on him, and not anyone else's. 
Flame grinned and pinched his nose. The smell was awful, but the sight was very cathartic. ?Heh, good boy.? he said. 
Stanley even let his bladder go, making the pool on the floor at his feet even bigger. It was a mix of pee and poop now, making a disgusting slurry together. He finally felt relief in his stomach and bladder as he finished up, leaving a huge mess in his pants and on the floor. ?W-what am I to do now?? he asked in a pathetic tone. 
?Now...? said Stanley, pulling out the pink diaper he found. ?You can wear this home.? 
?A d-diaper?!? shouted Stanley. ?No way am I going to wear that!? 
?It's either this, poop filled clothes, or go naked.? said Flame. ?What will it be?? 
Stanley thought about it for a while. None of the options were good. He felt another poopy squirt leave his bottom and he held his pants up with his hands. He knew he couldn't walk home like this, and running around nude had the risk of someone calling the police. A diaper would have to do. ?Th-the diaper...? he said quietly. 
?What's that?? asked Flame, putting a hand to his ear. 
?The diaper!? said Stanley. 
?Haha!? Flame laughed. ?There we go. That's what I was waiting on.? He unlocked the restroom and let Stanley in to clean up. ?Go ahead and clean yourself up, then you can help me clean this mess up.? 
Stanley shamefully shuffled into the restroom. He knew it was a trick, and that Flame had lied to him, but that didn't seem to matter now. He felt broken and ashamed. It took a long time and a lot of water and soap, but he managed to clean himself up. He tossed his ruined pants and underwear into the trash and looked at the diaper. The pink provided extra sting to his already punctured ego. It crinkled loudly as he put it on, as if it too was laughing at him. He just wanted to go home, and never come out again. 
Flame stood there with a bucket and some mops. When Stanley finally waddled out wearing the diaper, he laughed loudly. ?It's a good look on you!? he said. ?Come on, help clean up your mess.? He tossed a mop to him. 
Stanley caught the mop and blushed, then began mopping up his own pee and poop. His diaper rustled and crinkled every time he moved. ?L-listen...Flame...I'm sorry.? he said after a while. ?I realize now that my actions have had very negative consequences.? 
?Is that so?? asked Flame. 
?Y-yeah...? said Stanley. ?I am angry, but I should be furious, yet I feel like I deserve this. I look back 
on my past behavior, and I...am ashamed. I shouldn't have treated you all that way.? 
?It feels nice to hear that.? said Flame, mopping up the mess that he helped to cause. ?I only hope you stick to it.? 
?Don't worry.? said Stanley. ?If I do, I know you'll set me straight.? The two talked a bit more as they cleaned up, and once that was done, he went home wearing the pink diaper. He had a lot of time to think about what happened and a constant crinkling reminder until he got back home. 
The End