The downward spiral that Naruto Uzumaki, former Seventh Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village, was currently continuing to suffer through would be the thing about his legacy that would shine the brightest within the history books.
He would go down in history as the Hokage who fought long and hard to achieve what he wanted and was so bad at it that he was dragged off his pedestal by his children when he fell into an endlessly humiliating routine.
Naruto wished it felt more like a dream than it often did but much like how pinching oneself brought you back from a nightmare, Himawari’s spankings brought him back to his terrible reality.
No other reality existed. If you thought there was some timeline where Boruto was making friends with someone else he’d decided to adopt as his second son or something to that nature then you were reading a fantasy story. This was the true route his lot in life afforded him.
The loud SWAT SWAT SPANK that continued to ring out from Himawari’s hand slamming against his diapered bottom was seemingly constant. Naruto couldn’t help but belt out endless cries and shouts for her to stop. They were so intense and painful that the cushion he had on his bottom didn’t do anything to shield it.
He was spanked into wetting and then swiftly messing his diaper too. The process of which felt terrible but relieving all at the same time. He didn’t like the idea of being relieved by any of this but at the same time wanted comfort to come to him. What a weird mixture of emotions.
Naruto was blubbering, limp over Himawari’s lap. His body was so much larger than hers that it read as something extremely comical. Just looking at this scene you’d wonder how big of a failure you had to be in order to end up in this position.
Himawari had the brightest smile on her face though. She rather enjoyed the alone time they just spent together and felt it was time to extend it.
With a flick of the wrist, she stood up. Naruto’s body fumbled over and hit the floor, twitching as his butt wiggled with excess pain. The young girl merely giggled, proud of herself for administering a spanking the likes of which he’d never felt or managed to do himself before.
She grabbed him by his arms and with a hefty jerk, began dragging the limp and defeated babified loser over towards the kitchen. Naruto was ragdolled into submission by her spanking and groaning in defeat. When they reached the kitchen, Naruto belted out a shout of surprise when he found himself suddenly airborne. He didn’t expect to be tossed so effortlessly by her into the air but that’s exactly what happened.
He landed with a rough bounce and a squish into the highchair they had prepared for him. Once he was locked into place, Himawari grabbed a baby bottle of formula and some baby food, probably mushed lima beans, and began shoveling the food into his mouth.
Naruto didn’t need to say anything about how nasty it all tasted. It was evident on his face. He wasn’t enjoying himself here.
Himawari scooped a spoonful of the green mush into his tiny, plastic little baby spoon and hovered it around his mouth.
“Come on,” She mused. “Here comes the choo-choo~!”
Naruto wanted a train to come and whisk him away alright. There was no doubt about that.
But no. Instead what came was this gross concoction that made his eyes bug out and his cheeks puffer up from his gag reflex kicking off. No matter how many times he had to endure this, it never got any better.
Actually, he was becoming certain it was getting worse. The idea of getting used to it sucked but again if he didn’t he’d just suffer the awful taste of this baby food for… oh God, forever?
This was an especially unpleasant feeding time for him because he had to endure this with a both wet and messy diaper on. The uncomfortable squishiness sitting around his waist on top of the stinging pain of the spanking he just got made the added nastiness of his din din feel like an exercise in torture. What could he really do about this though? He stared at Himawari’s smiling face and tried to drum up the fatherly urge to scold her for these actions but every time he entertained the thought of doing so, a shiver ran down his spine.
He didn’t want to provoke her. He didn’t stand a chance.
He still, even now, couldn’t believe he’d gone from the mighty Hokage to someone in this pathetic condition. If anything could take the title of Hokage and suck the glamor out of it then this was it. If he could be Hokage then truly anybody could.
Not only was he not the Hokage anymore but he wasn’t a father. He didn’t have an ounce of authority over his kids, let alone anyone else.
It was clear to anyone who looked at him that the lowest of the low was what he achieved and where he belonged. The thought of it made him whimper again but it was silenced by the flow of formula going down his throat when Himawari shoved the baby bottle into his mouth.
Naruto went cross-eyed as he sucked it down, feeling intense shame hit him for what felt like the 10th time in a row for this past hour.
Eating felt like a hefty ordeal every time he did it and today was no different. When it was done, he couldn’t even find it within his heart to even pretend to resist being lifted out of his highchair and dragged towards his nursery.
When they reached the garish, baby pink and baby blue coated room that was decked out in diapers, a crib, a changing table, and several large stuffed animals sized appropriately for him, Naruto felt his eyes wince.
He was plopped down onto the changing table first and foremost. It continued to emasculate him how easy it was to get him from point A to point B. Why was his former daughter so strong? How was she able to just carry him around to wherever she wanted him to be like this? It was so not right.
The changing table had a bit of a crank that would lower it a bit so that Himawari had a more comfortable vantage point for changing Naruto’s diaper. Of course, because he was so tall, his arms and legs would splay out like noodles along the floor when she did this.
Then she reached for the tapes and began unfolding his used diaper. Now, Naruto was used to wearing diapers and even these diaper changes but he didn’t like being naked in front of his daughter. He especially just didn’t like it when she changed him. She was always the one he least looked forward to experiencing it with.
Naruto’s hands began to fidget a bit. When his naked front gets exposed he tries his best to shift his position a little in a vain attempt to maybe cover himself just a little bit.
The ways in which this was pointless weren’t lost on either of them. That made Himawari frown as she leered over at him during this pathetic display.
“Oh please,” She scoffed. “I know what it looks like. I’ve always seen you when Boruto and mother change you.”
Naruto’s face might as well have exploded in sheer embarrassment. It kind of did, sort of.
He went from being self-conscious to being thoroughly ashamed of himself rather fast. The red in his face was a dead give away.
It was about to get worse though, seeing as how she was currently using just one hand to raise his legs. As she did this, effortlessly by the way, she reached over and grabbed a few wipes from off to the side. This set in motion the always awkward cleaning part. The wiping down of his wet and messy bottom that saw him trying to endure with dignity only for him to give up and squeeze his eyes shut from the humiliation of it all was a classic.
The sensation of it happening felt weird but good enough for him to worry about something else happening down there, always.
It never did really because the humiliation of the event taking place always won out but the fear that it could lingered regardless.
When she was done, she tossed everything into the garbage and sighed. She wanted to just make Naruto take it out himself but decided against it. Anything he did resembling taking some form of responsibility for his actions would constitute making him feel just the slightest bit like an adult again and that wasn’t allowed for him.
They’d probably view this as some form of luck for him but he could assure them that was far from the case.
With his butt all wiped down, his body now needed to be rid of the access nastiness that likely still lingered somewhere beneath the pores of his skin. That meant it was time for a bath.
Himawari grabbed him by his pits once again and yanked him almost violently off the changing table, delighting in witnessing him flop to the floor so that she could drag his body out of the room and down the hall along his naked butt to the bathroom.
Once arriving, she sat him up against the tube and ignored him, putting his head into his hands in a vain attempt to shield himself from the continuing embarrassment.
Himawari got the bath going. It didn’t take long because it was half way full already. It would seem she had prepared his bath a little bit beforehand. Did she know her spanking was going to make him use his diaper? That just made things way worse if true.
He peered over, red in the face again, and saw her dump the bubble bath in. It smelled of strawberries. She rather liked it.
Naruto looked deep in thought for a second. He then decided to speak up but the instant he opened his mouth was the same instant Himawari grabbed him and flung him into the water.
The splash he made wasn’t too huge but it did submerge Naruto for a bit. He sprung out of the water and gasped, feeling self conscious about all this once again. It somehow felt even worse than when he got the diaper change. He couldn’t explain it.
She grabbed the soap and the rag off to the side and started to clean him down. The fact that she was bathing him was just not something he wished to allow. Every fiber of his being rejected it.
“Please, Himawari,” He began. “At least allow me to bathe mys–”
“Don’t make me spank you again,” She responded before he could even finish.
Naruto clamped his mouth shut, feeling cold in the warm bath all of a sudden.
He remained quiet all throughout that bath. When he was finished being bathed, she hoisted him out of the tub and wrapped him up in a towel. Once he was dried off, she yanked him back to his crib.
She practically flipped Naruto into the crib. It was a ridiculous looking action but she did it with such gusto that it didn’t even register as something that caused much exertion on her part.
Himawari watched Naruto tumble into his crib for nap time and locked him inside of it. She then giggled a bit to herself before pressing a finger to her lips to insinuate that he be quiet, even though he already was.
With that, she turned off the lights and left him to his nap… despite it being the middle of the day. Nap time meant he had to go to sleep whenever they were ready for him to, not the other way around.
Naruto hated this of course. He scrambled to his feet, hunched over due to the bars locking him inside, and attempted to push at them.
Instantly, his legs began to shake. He flopped back down onto the mattress, pressed in his powdery diaper butt and whined. He couldn’t do it. His legs were very weak and his arms weren’t much better. He hadn’t trained or been allowed to train in so long and each spanking he got seemed to strip the access power within him out of his system more and more.
It was impossible! He was trapped! Not just in this crib but in this new way of life! He couldn’t think of a way to end this madness; to end this overly long escapade of everyone thinking he was literally a baby! Oh, he couldn’t help but think back on what had transpired to get him here. Everything seemed to have happened so quickly. Boruto, his son, managed to take advantage of this situation and then everything else just fell into place for him.
He remembered how strange it all was. Everyone in the village changed so suddenly. He started having accidents and would wake up in this same crib. He was even surprised by how quickly his old room transformed into a nursery.
His clothes, his endless stacks of important documents, his personal account money, everything that tied him to the life of an adult had disappeared.
Naruto missed being Hokage quite a bit.
However, he missed having a wife the most.
He couldn’t help but think back to his past. How he was even further back in the past, long before he realized he loved Hinata and got married was a bit of an afterthought for most of his adult life. Thinking back on it, his conduct was pretty unacceptable.
He had spent most of his young life not really fully appreciating Hinata. It was especially egregious of him to never seek her out and ask what the deal with her was when she confessed right in front of him literally an instant before dying because she saved his life. Yeah, he lost his collective shit because of it but it was more of an emotional reaction brought upon by how the sacrifice made him feel. It didn’t have much to do with considering how she felt.
The things he’d do over if he had a second chance. In this state, no woman took him seriously. He only received coos, unsolicited diaper checks, and tightly gripped pinches on his cheeks.
Even if he could get over Hinata it wouldn’t have mattered. He was doomed as far as being considered a worthy partner was concerned. That ship had sailed, sprung a leak, and sank like the Titanic.
He was tired of this. He deserved some respect! Sure he wasn’t the best at being a husband or a dad but this wasn’t a suitable punishment right? To treat him like this was one thing but to make matters worse, she was dating Konohamaru now!
Konohamaru, by the way, also treated him like a baby! The amount of embarrassment that made him feel was just another flavor. Each person in his life treating him like this rendered him a humiliated puddle of shame but in several different ways and all of them completely unflattering.
Maybe he could chronicle this and make some money back that way. He could call it “Diary of a Wimpy Man.” It’d make millions.
Konohamaru got along too well with Boruto and Himawari. More so than he did before this happened actually. He seemed to play a much better role as a father than him.
Thinking about it just added more embarrassment and shame to the pile. He’d become aware of how bad a father he’d been up until now. Too aware. He was starting to believe it was Boruto who did all this…!
Naruto felt odd. He was astonished by how hard it was to drum up imagery of his old life. He felt like it was becoming increasingly hard to properly remember what the old times were like. However, he was also feeling a weird sensation come across him when he tried to.
Then he felt it again when he recalled how different his life was now. He thought about Hinata and even the other woman who would swoon at him whenever Boruto took him for a ride in his stroller.
Naruto felt a twinge run down his body. He giggled lightly to himself and felt his head steam a tiny bit. He was getting a little steamy suddenly.
The embarrassment of the juxtaposition between his old and new life was factoring into his brain in a way that he hadn’t anticipated. He didn’t enjoy experiencing it in real time but sometimes when he thought too much about it… oh man.
Naruto started humping his giant stuffed fox plushie like a weirdo. His eyes were closed and his tongue was poking out his mouth as he did this. His face was flushed red too.
He was snatching something from this predicament and it felt weird but he also couldn’t quite help himself.
Of course, the instant a small iota of pleasure entered his life reality smacked it down. He wasn’t allowed even that.
He heard a flash happen off to the side that made his eyes widen with surprise. This was followed by a harsh giggle.
He scrambled up and looked over, sweat dousing his face, as his eyes landed on Boruto.
Boruto was leaning over the crib with the cheekiest grin on his face and the phone he used to snap that photo of him humping that stuffed animal off to the side. He was cooing at his former dad like there was no tomorrow here.
“Aww, look at the whittle baby. So happy in his alone time. I’m sorry I interrupted it. I couldn’t help it,” Boruto chided him with a grin stretching wider.
Naruto’s tummy gurgled as he looked up at Boruto. The crushing weight of embarrassment that just landed on his head here had disrupted his insides.
“B-Borut-!” Naruto began before squealing when he reached down and squeezed his diapered front.
“Squishy, squishy!” Boruto teased, laughter at the edge of his voice. “Oh wow. Soaked again are we?” Naruto’s eyes fluttered and he felt his bowels scream at him. Humiliation had an effect on the body that was soul crushing and instantaneous. He didn’t like it but it was unrelenting and without recourse. In an instant he found that the new diaper he was changed into was rendered unclean as he felt his bowels release themselves once again.
Boruto laughed harder at this. He couldn’t get enough of watching his former shitty dad do stuff like this. Of course he’d infiltrate his room to make it happen more often. When all it took was him overloading on humiliation to get him to fill a diaper, how could he not?
Naruto was lamenting this though. He just got changed and was now being expected to take a nap in a full one all of a sudden because of him?! No fair!
“Please stop!” Naruto begged, grabbing at the bars of the crib while looking up at his nursery warden. “Please just let me go back to being an adult. From now on I’ll do everything you say. Even not be the Hokage… I mean, unless you let me wear my Hokage pants again. I-I could do that too?”
Boruto snickered at this. What kind of an offer even was that? He also had to admire how quickly he shifted from begging to bargaining for something back on top of being allowed to be an adult again. As if.
“I can force you to do whatever I say now,” Boruto responded with indifference and obvious superiority in his voice. He shifted his manner of speaking to talk down to Naruto in a way that was as emasculating and disrespectful as possible next. “Pants are a privilege and before being allowed to wear your adult Hokage pants, you would at the very least, need to be given shorts first.”
Ah yes. Little boy shorts that didn’t even go down to his knees. Of course he’d be expected to wear those first if he were to ever be given a reprieve. He never was however and deep down they both knew it.
Boruto still twisted the knife though.
“Besides, you were the worst Hokage and a bad father. Anyone would be better than you could ever be both before this happened and after you’ve learned your lesson. It doesn’t even matter what you’ve learned or what you regret because who you are will never change. I always knew it though. I always knew you were a big baby and a loser,” Boruto said, opening the top of the crib. “And now, finally, everyone around can see it too.”
Naruto whimpered like a puppy, slumping against the bars of the crib with his lips quivering. He felt Boruto reach in and yank him out by his armpits, knowing full well that an unpleasant diaper change from him was coming next.
Boruto puts him on the changing table first. He then begins to giggle as he sees his former dad’s naked front exposed.
“Wow,” Boruto exclaimed. “What a tiny wee wee. I mean seriously? How’d someone like me come into existence from that. Just pathetic.”
Naruto scrunched up his face when he heard this. Yeah, he’d already heard this type of teasing in the past and had gotten changes from Boruto. That didn’t keep him from blushing though.
It was still embarrassing. He couldn’t fathom how sometimes it even felt like it was getting more embarrassing the more times it happened. There was no way he could accept that but he was realizing it was true.
His attempts to quell this situation were proving futile but he had to keep trying. He didn’t want to just be trapped in a never ending downward spiral.
“Listen,” Naruto said, speaking in a shaky, unintentionally cutesy voice. “I am an adult. I have Hokage duties and other stuff. It’s not that tiny either. It–!”
Boruto got tired of that right quick. He frowned and pulled at his ear, making Naruto shut up and wince in pain.
“You thought you were a super important adult but in reality, you’re a baby,” Boruto said this as firmly as he could. “All I did was give you a little push.”
Naruto's frown became a bit squiggly. “When will you stop?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Boruto said, honestly. “Maybe in a year or maybe never.”
Naruto felt a shiver of fear run down his spine.
The assured gusto with which he said “maybe never” convinced him that he meant that option and not the first.
He didn’t vocalize this fear since he was even more scared of it being confirmed but it lingered. It really didn’t help with the perception that he was indeed pathetic though.
At this point, he was ready to admit to anything so long as it got him out of this predicament.
Boruto snickered and backed away, grabbing a bunch of the supplies he needed to continue the diaper change. He powdered him down, wiped his bottom, and applied the oil.
He smirked while doing so though. The delight he got from doing this probably spelled out how true it was that Boruto had no intention of stopping either. However, just in case he still had lingering hope, Boruto vocalized this himself.
“What is Baby Naruto here even talking about?” He said, looking down at Naruto’s face. “I mean, if you always wear diapers and go to daycare then you’re a permanent baby. There’s no way you’re getting out of doing that stuff. Talking about it happening one day is a fantasy. You wouldn’t even be able to use the toilet again in a year and no one is going to bother re-potty training you.”
Naruto whimpered. “I could re-potty train mys–”
“No you won’t,” Boruto laughed and rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t even do it for your own kids. Let me guess, that was all mom right? She did so for us and not you right? Too busy making out with the stacks of paper on your desk I assume?”
Naruto blushed and looked to the side. He wanted to deny that but he couldn’t. Boruto had him pegged for the kind of father he was.
“You’re the BabyKage,” Boruto continued. “You’re never getting your old life back. You should be grateful that even after all that’s happened you still have a family that cares about you. I mean look at how good of a job Himawari did on your diaper change. It’s such a shame it got ruined so fast.”
Naruto wanted to blame that on Boruto but he knew Boruto would fire back with how unnatural it was for a normal person to ruin a diaper so soon after being put into one from just a minor stint of humiliation. If he could think of that, so would Boruto.
So he kept his dumb baby mouth shut.
“Maybe next time, I’ll get Shikadai or one of my other pals to take care of you,” Boruto chided. “They owe me several favors for a ton of different things.” He was alluding to his part in getting Naruto off his high and mighty pedestal.
Naruto is really afraid of this happening. You’d be able to tell from the beads of sweat now forming on his forehead as he imagined this taking place.
Boruto noticed and grinned wider, driving it home for his own amusement.
“Oh yeah. I’d let them spank you, my former dad. The former Hokage!” He laughed.
Naruto’s entire body shook from humiliation once again. He was so not looking forward to that. Every day, Boruto was able to find some new form of humiliation to foist upon him and each time it felt worse than the last.
What new flavor of humiliation would having his son’s friends humiliate him like that be? To give them the privilege of spanking and babying a former Hokage? Boruto and Himawari was his limit! No! He couldn’t let that happen!
“Please no!” He blurted out, still sounding like he was begging. “I mean NO! I’m not going to let you debase me like tha-AAH!” Naruto didn’t get to finish that word of protest. His decision to keep quiet in earlier bouts of this conversation were smart but the one instance he couldn’t stand it anymore saw Boruto yanking him up and flinging him over his lap.
He wasn’t diapered yet so his bare butt was exposed and the clean hand of Boruto was able to rain down a torrent of spanks to his backside that got Naruto flopping about over his lap like a fish out of water.
“AH! AAAAAH! WAAAAAGH!” Naruto screams and his eyes cross. He clenched his teeth and wiggled his toes about as the pain struck him. It was terrible!
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Boruto muttered before stopping when he felt his butt was stingy enough. “Keep digging that hole. Just for that, you’re getting double diapered.”
With that he tossed Naruto back over the changing table and proceeded to finish taping up the diaper he had on hand. He then lifted his padded butt once more and laid out another diaper underneath his already ballooning behind.
“Truthfully, I probably should have done this anyway considering what you did in your last diaper,” Boruto snickered. Naruto didn’t respond. He was too busy blubbering and crying about his painful spanking to properly say actual words.
When he was done putting the diapers on, he stood back and observed him. Naruto wiggled over the changing table and let out a loud wail of patheticness. It was clear he could no longer stand up on his own now. On top of that, it was just a funny image.
“Oh boy. Naruto is cranky,” Boruto reached over and plugged his fingers into Naruto’s mouth to stretch it back into a smile.
It didn’t work. He just cried harder. Any act of defiance he was likely to exhibit was going to be even funnier to see after this.
Still, he wanted to see his baby smile and for him to giggle like a dopey doofus so he got to tickling him instead.
Naruto begins squirming, scrunching up his face to resist but the act of doing so made him look plenty silly already. There was no reason for him to try and stop it and eventually he couldn’t. He started laughing and flailing his arms and legs about as he got his tummy, pits, and feets tickled all over. “That’s a good boy!” Boruto mused with a sinister snicker.
Naruto had no control over what anyone else could do to him or make him do. It was all up to his caretakers.
“Now listen up. Tomorrow is Halloween and the daycare center’s classes have been suspended,” Boruto stated.
Naruto gasps a bit, huffing and puffing as his laughter dies down. He was surprised to hear that. Time flew by so incredibly fast. He didn’t recall how long it’s been since this whole ordeal has been going on. One thing was for certain though; he was incredibly happy he wasn’t going to that daycare tomorrow. He knew he’d go back sooner rather than later, for sure, but any reprieve from it was like a gift. Every day it was nothing but teasing, diaper wedgies, forced diaper dances, and pure humiliation. The toddlers and babies wouldn’t leave him alone ever since he was forced to dance in front of them as punishment for escaping. He was being watched and controlled far more often because of that.
It was the worst thing that could ever happen to a Hokage but considering that he was considered the Village Baby, this was normal for him.
At least, that’s what they wanted Naruto to internalize and normalize about himself.
The worst thing about that was the objective fact that they were achieving that goal.
“Hey, Boruto…?” Naruto began to speak again. “Would Hinata take care of me tomorrow?”
Boruto smiled and shook his head. “Nope. You’re not staying home with mom. You’re going out trick or treating with me and Himawari!”
Naruto’s heart leapt to his throat. He felt it beat several times a minute now.
“No! Please, don’t do it! I can’t go out there under your care! There’s gonna be so many kids around and they’ll see me–!” Naruto sounded so panicked. It was adorable how he was defaulting to begging. Trying to convince Boruto not to do this was pointless.
“If you keep protesting the idea, I’m going to give you another spanking,” Boruto said, firmly. He didn’t even look at him as he said it, too busy folding his baby clothes.
Naruto, traumatized by the idea of facing another of those spankings, slumped like melted jelly and accepted his fate on the spot.
As if he had a choice.
—
The next day, on the night of Halloween, Hinata pecked each one of her three children with a kiss. She gave one to Himawari, who was dressed like a witch. She gave one to Boruto, who was dressed as Monkey D. Luffy from an anime and manga series about pirates, and she gave one to her biggest baby, Naruto.
Naruto was dressed as a frog princess. It was mostly princess themed but the frog patterned diaper made it come full circle.
He stood there, blushing, as he looked down at his costume. It was quite the attire he had on. He easily looked the silliest of the three.
“D-Don’t make me wear this! Don’t make me go outside in this! I can’t–!” Naruto began before he was lightly tapped by Hinata and made to fall over, diaper butt first, into the stroller set up for him. He grunted when he landed in it, eyes rolling a bit.
“That’s his favorite costume,” Hinata said with a smile and a wink to her kids.
Boruto and Himawari looked on in surprise. Naruto, when the cobwebs he was seeing disappeared, shook his head and looked at her in surprise as well.
“It’s the one he always wears on Halloween,” Hinata shrugged, smirking still.
“N-No! That’s not true–!” Naruto began to combat this idea again but a pacifier was shoved into his mouth.
He was left to gurgle and flail about like an imbecile, coming across like a goofy ass the entire time. It was extremely funny.
They were all laughing at him and were now forcing him to go outside with this costume on. Considering his new lot in life, it might as well not even be a costume. This was just a sissified representation of what he already was, honestly.
Still, there was no use in spending money on something else. He looked the part and, as Hinata said, this was his favorite costume right?
Just as Naruto feared, there were many children and just as many adults.
All of them had a front row viewing of Naruto sitting in his baby stroller as he was led around town in his Halloween attire.
Boruto smiles slyly as he watches his father blush. He admired how some of them looked. Children, even young adults, were dressed up. Some wore Stitch pajamas and others wore Owl House jammies. This was a night where basking in the afterglow of cartoon characters was a feat unto itself.
Boruto was surprised by how comfortable the ninja society was with becoming more and more childish in the passing years. He was also rather excited by this. It really made him happy. The openness to embrace one’s childish side tended to bring parents closer to their children.
However, he was also a little afraid. If this were to continue, then keeping his father humiliated in the open would become more difficult. He supposed that was a problem to figure out for another year.
There truthfully wasn’t anything to worry about, really. There was a pretty obvious and stark contrast to the situation of these actual parents and what Naruto was after all. Boruto was probably too young to fully recognize that himself just yet.
Boruto, instead, saw this as an opportunity to double down. He was going to embark on an escapade that would see him designing a costume for Naruto that would have him blushing for weeks after Halloween ended.
It would have to be put together for next Halloween, of course, but the assurance he felt towards making sure it happened was something he was keenly proud of.
He didn’t want to risk thinking too much about the future that he went and wrecked what was happening today.
Today was a very good day after all.
As the three children made their way down the road, Naruto would begin to hear comments directed at him. They were all mocking comments of course.
“Look at him!”
“It’s the Babykage!”
“Hahaha! He looks so stupid!”
“What a loser! I can’t believe they let him lead the village!”
“Mommy, I don’t ever want to grow up to be that guy!”
Naruto felt each comment strike him like a sledgehammer to the face. As with before, it also activated his humiliation senses and everyone knew what that meant by this point.
His bladder and bowels were being disrupted. It was like hearing all these words were making his body relent and submit to letting it all out. He couldn’t take it.
Try as he might, it wouldn’t stop. Naruto’s eyes twitched as he heard a toddler comment on how he bet Naruto was wetting himself right now. As if fulfilling that prophecy, Naruto began to wet and fill his diaper to the brim upon hearing it.
Humiliating comments were but one of the many keys to unlocking a loaded diaper for this big loser. It was truly the epitome of pathetic.
Boruto and Himawari were keen on it too. They could smell it as it happened and were listening to each comment thrown his way. They both started laughing.
It was funny. How could they not?
Boruto stopped pushing the stroller and reached down to squeeze Naruto’s diapered crotch, checking him to make sure. It was pointless because they all knew what had happened but the point wasn’t to actually make sure. It was just to humiliate him some more.
“Whoops!” Boruto says aloud. “Guess he went and used it. We’ll have to change him once we reach the bank.”
“Oh dear. That’s quite a bit of a long walk from here. Oh well!” Himawari said back, just as loud.
They were as loud as they could possibly be about this and were attracting more kids to follow after them, with the promise of a show once they reached their destination.
As promised, once they trick or treated at the bank, they stopped the stroller again and took Naruto out of his seated prison. He was laid down in the open public space and was changed in front of all the children who just so happened to follow along.
They were all laughing and pointing at him, making constant comments about the “Babykage” in their wake.
Naruto would never be able to take it. He’d never be able to live it down. He’d never not be embarrassed by this.
Yet, at the same time, the embarrassment was starting to feel normal. After all, everyone was saying and treating it like it was. If his betters said so then it had to be.
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