Tale #140: The Brown-Noser (Part 3: Finale)

Tale #140: The Brown-Noser (Part 3: Finale) A museum was a place of wonder and discovery; for a field trip of children, it was an unending spectacle of different fascinations and curiosities. Art, history, natural sciences... And the children on the field trip had indeed been captivated by what they had seen while there to learn. Not because of dinosaur bones, cuttlefish tanks, or learning the mysteries of static electricity, but because of something that they themselves had brought into the building. The big sight to see of the day hadn't been an exhibit, though their teacher may use the word 'exhibitionism' or 'exhibiting' when discussing what had happened. The most memorable part of the trip, and what would be on everyone's minds for the foreseeable future, was what had become of Bryce. Bryce the weasel, the snitch, the tattletale, the teacher's pet. After years of stepping on all manner of toes, the obnoxious pest had been dealt with by someone that he'd wronged more than anyone else. Bryce had gotten assaulted, physically dominated, and thoroughly humiliated, but not one student watching had tried to intervene or lay blame where it belonged. Whenever the teacher had returned and saw Bryce was nose-deep in a filling diaper, while his own briefs were exposed and being themselves soiled, not one onlooker had confessed that Bryce had been forced into such a circumstance. Everyone denied Adrian's culpability, and that wasn't hard to sell, since Adrian was of such a meager intellect now.  There had to be changes all around, which would include Bryce. Lacking anything else to change him into, the boy had been made to wear one of Adrian's bulky diapers for the rest of the field trip. With the SPED room concoction in him, he wouldn't be able to keep it clean for the rest of the trip either. Nearly everything had gone according to Adrian's plan. He'd ruined his tormentor's reputation by making him into a literal brown-noser in front of his peers and in front of the teacher he spent so much time sucking up to; he'd also made sure that Bryce had crapped his pants in front of everyone too, just like Adrian had at the start of all this madness. Best of all, Adrian wasn't being blamed for any of it. As far as the adults were concerned, Bryce had decided to do this all on his own. It was troubling behavior too, which would mean that Bryce's own academic placement may come into question. As if to solidify that, Bryce would end up having another accident on the bus back to school. He hadn't thought that he would have any further gastrointestinal problems, and he was too preoccupied with his own searing shame to acknowledge the cramping in his belly. What he thought was a fart, ended up being a disgusting splattering of loose droppings in his diaper. The smell could have easily been blamed on Adrian, or on the other mushbrain on board, but the other students instead focused their derision toward the boy that they had all grown over the years to despise. Now that Bryce's armor had such an immense crack, it was time for everyone to bring out their hammers to finish the job. Once the bus reached the school and kids were shuffling off of it, the teacher grabbed Bryce by the hand and forcibly pulled out the waistband of his borrowed diaper in front of everyone. Her disgusted expression told the whole story right then and there. "What has gotten into you? I think we need to have a long discussion with the counselor...". "It's n-not my fault! I'm not the one to blame! It was Adrian! It's his fault!" The sobbing snitch tried to explain to his disappointed teacher. As he was blubbering about his innocence and how he had been set up, his gut again flared from the cataclysmic laxative that Adrian had put into his drink at lunch. **Frrrrrrt....! BRAAAAPPPP! BRAPP! SPLORRRT!** Once again, and in front of the whole class, the weasel was evacuating his bowels in a nasty, noisy fashion. It was beyond his control, and as the liquid magma flooded his padding with extreme prejudice, he just began to cry even harder. That had been on Friday. Now, it was Monday morning and some of the smoke had settled. Several videos had been posted over the weekend by students who had actively chosen not to act, and now the whole school was aware of the museum incident. The faculty had been discussing what to do about what had happened, and the outlook didn't look good for the teacher's pet. Seat-sniffing and pantspooping were both traits of a student that firmly belonged in special ed; that much was widely agreed upon, that those habits couldn't be allowed in the gen-ed classes. The problem arose that Bryce wasn't considered SPED material in any other way; his grades were decent and his behavior was otherwise normal. The decision that had to be made was one that they weren't ready to completely pull the trigger on. It was agreed that Bryce should temporarily be moved to the special ed class, and that he be diapered, but that a more permanent decision would wait a little longer, until more information could be compiled. Thus, on that Monday morning, Adrian would see a very upset Bryce being led into the classroom. Adrian would watch with great satisfaction as Bryce tried to fight with the teacher and then threw a tantrum whenever it was time for him to be diapered like the rest of the morons in the class. It was justice, or at least a good start to some. Bryce didn't mesh well with his new classmates, which was pretty similar to what Adrian's experience had been a year ago. Whenever Adrian had first been forced into this class, he too had thrown tantrums and tirelessly argued about his own intellect and capabilities. Adrian had tried to prove his toileting, his academic prowess, but none of that had mattered. And then Adrian had gradually fallen down a very steep mental incline, until he was the babbling buffoon that he was today. A normal mind could be crushed by this place, it could be molded into something that it wasn't. Whether or not a student was actively aware of it, the SPED room had an extensive pressure for conformity. Circumstances for Adrian had been different though, and Adrian was acutely aware of that. After some seemingly innocent questions to the teacher about the new classmate in the room, Adrian had discovered that it may only be a temporary placement, and that the school was evaluating whether or not Adrian actually belonged in such a place. Adrian, whenever he had been tossed in here, had effectively been given a mandatory minimum sentence. It was in that inescapable period that he'd morphed to fit the prison he had been stuck in, and that had been a lengthy process. If Bryce's deliberation would be quick, then Adrian would have to seek out a different methodology to keep Bryce in this prison with him. That meant finding ways to either destroy the boy's intelligence in an expedited fashion, or implicating him in behavior that would disqualify him from ever leaving the room. For Adrian, the choice felt obvious, and that was to try his hand at making Bryce meet both of those results. He was desperate to keep Bryce here with him forever, as penance, so nothing was off the table. The first order of business was a repeat of the sabotage that Adrian had committed against Bryce beforehand. The absurdly powerful concoction in the SPED room, that was intended to unblock even the most constipated student with gusto, was going to again find itself in Bryce's system. It was actually pretty irresponsible how easy it was for Adrian to sneak some of the stuff out of the cabinet and to then proceed in adulterating the sippy cup with Bryce's name on it. If Adrian was still of sound mind, then he would have thought himself so cool for the whole operation; he would have felt like a spy or an assassin who was expertly taking down his target. Such fantasies were a little complex for him these days though, when most of his thoughts were consumed by simple hedonism or daydreams of making Bryce sniff his padded rump once again. Still, Adrian would get a drooly smile whenever he watched Bryce drink from the tainted sippy without any sense of awareness. The weasel was so busy complaining about using a baby cup, that he didn't recognize that odd and familiar flavor, the same that he'd gotten a hint of at the museum. This time however, Adrian had used a much larger dosage, with the simple thought process that it would mean more intense 'poopies', which he was correct about, but to a degree beyond his estimates. At quadruple the amount that he'd used before, Bryce would have uncontrollable bowel movements for not only the rest of the day, but likely for the next *several* days. After all, this was incredibly strong stuff he was using. Even the dosage at the museum had been overkill. Once again, Bryce would taint his own drink as well. It was less necessary for him, since his control was already gone, but he wanted the option of needing to make major poopies of his own, in the very real scenario where he got another uninterrupted shot at making Bryce into his dutiful seat-sniffer. The rest of the students in the SPED classroom weren't particularly interested in the new arrival among them. Bryce was loud and argumentative, much like Adrian had been when he first got here, and the other mushbrains were more preoccupied with keeping the harmony intact of their simplistic, everyday life. They would become a little more interested in Bryce whenever he became stinky, like them, but as it was, he was just an obnoxious nuisance. Bryce hadn't been adapting to 'retard' life very well thus far. He was irritable and combative with everyone, and he'd been unable to change the stripes that had gotten him here. He was still trying to suck up to the teacher, he was still tattling on everyone for every little transgression, and he was still acting like a smug jerk. Unfortunately for him, life in the slow lane wasn't conducive to his anal behavior. Tattling about all the gross, unrefined things that the other students did was a lost cause, as the rules were far less stringent here. Expectations were far lower and the mushbrains didn't get themselves into any real trouble, at least not by any measure that would require the intervention of a nosy brat like Bryce. His attempts to gain favor with the adults in the room had also been poorly received, as his status as a SPED student made him a lot less likely to be taken seriously. Funnily enough, if Adrian had laid off from this point, then Bryce might have gotten himself stuck in here on his own accord. His intelligence might not be poor enough to keep him here, but his natural behavior, which was amplified in scrutiny now, could see him locked away in this class for some time. As it turned out, being a weaselly snitch that craved the approval of adults was a clear sign of emotional immaturity, which itself was something that could get a student put in the special needs class. Adrian wasn't the type to take chances though, not whenever his thirst for justice had never been greater. Fate had bestowed him with this opportunity to give Bryce what he deserved, and Adrian couldn't pass that up. He didn't plan to simply put his thumb on the scale, he wanted to put the full weight of his loaded diaper on it. He didn't want there to be any remote chance that Bryce could ever get out of here. That meant making him need those diapers as a start, and as a finishing move, he planned to again make Bryce into a literal brown-noser. Only this time, the plan would be to avoid having any interruption. Adrian would let a couple of hours pass in the class before he put everything into motion. He'd already laced the boy's beverage, as well as his own, so it wouldn't be long until that became a more pronounced problem; the part that Adrian was waiting for was a good opportunity. Recess felt like it might be a good time, since the larger area would give him a little more room to work unnoticed; it would also offer him an audience other than the students of their class. The SPED room's recess was typically bunched in with the lower grades, such as kindergarten through second grade. It had been an aberration that'd had them sharing it with the older kids a few weeks ago, and there was no telling when that would happen again. So the audience may not have a personal connection to Bryce, but it would be humiliating nonetheless, and Adrian counted on the sad fact that at least *one* of these little kids would have a phone already, to take a video with. Soon, Bryce and Adrian would both be waddling down the hallway with their fellow classmates, as the teacher led them out onto the playground. Bryce looked miserable, and he was embarrassed that he kept farting in his diaper; the hand on his gut and the periodic groan was evidence enough that he was getting ready to blow. From the pressure building in his bowels, Adrian knew he wasn't far behind. Bryce made a immediate beeline for somewhere more private, though the playground really didn't have any good options for that. Recess had a ton of kids running around, so there would be eyes on him from every vantage point. Adrian quietly followed his old tormentor with a crooked smile, knowing that things were about to go down. Bryce plopped his diapered butt onto the ground and folded his arms, just trying to be out of the way. Adrian stopped in front of him and looked down, "Now you a diapee tard too." He sneered. The less stupid boy glared at Adrian, but there was a little fear in those eyes; after what had happened at the museum, it was natural to be a little cautious about what Adrian might decide to do. "Shut up! I'm not like you. I'm only here because of what *you* did." He didn't seem to acknowledge the irony of that statement, or the hypocrisy for that matter. If not for Bryce, then Adrian wouldn't have ended up in SPED either. "You poopied yourself." Adrian put bluntly, reminding him that he'd crapped his pants twice on that field trip, seemingly of his own accord. "I just wasn't feeling well!" Bryce growled, his sudden flare of fury bringing some volatility to his bowels. Without meaning to, he felt a fart thunder out into his seat. The boy cringed and clutched at his aching gut, wondering what he might have eaten to cause such a similar feeling distress to the day in question. While Adrian knew the truth, he had no plans to let Bryce be privy to it. Far better for Bryce to doubt his own bowel control, than to inform him that he'd been given something to cause this. Adrian let out a toot of his own and grinned widely: it was time. There would be no going back. This was his chance to finalize his vengeance and to forever drag Bryce down to his level! Without any further pomp and circumstance, Adrian steeled himself for the big finale. "You not tellin' da twooth. You tardee now too; you smell poopies." Before Bryce could appropriately argue against the declaration, Adrian was already making his big move. Using the difference in their weight and positioning, it was was easy to shove Bryce over onto his back, and Adrian was surprisingly swift in moving himself to block his prey from standing back up. "S-stop it, you re--" Whatever Bryce was about to say was swallowed, muffled by the immense bulk of Adrian's diaper suddenly plopping down across his face. Without wasting any time, Adrian pushed and smiled as noxious flatulence sputtered loudly into his seat, which reverberated and rumbled against Bryce's nose. "You a brown-noser. Dat means you sniff doo-doo diapers." The redefinition of the term, at Adrian's more literal interpretation, was fitting for the class that both of the boys now found themselves in. In some ways, the meaning might carry some of its old connotations; it took some sycophantic intent in some cases for a boy to become a seat-sniffer. Adrian could feel Bryce squirming wildly underneath him, but he didn't care. Instead, it only made him more adamant about pushing to keep the poo-poo train chugging along. Several more toots slipped out, each one nastier than the last, and the pair started to get some attention from the 'normal' kids on the playground. The SPED class was already usually a spectacle, since they consisted of drooly, oversized infants that still wore diapers. For the younger half of the school, that had amazing comedic value, and it gave the little tykes a smug sense of superiority over the older idiots. The gassy bluster shifted in its severity, becoming far more explosive, and Adrian no longer had to push things along. The laxative was doing its job, and the trumpet solo came effortlessly, while also beginning to bear fruit. He felt the first large mass drop into his diaper with a squelch, and he drooled on himself in the ecstasy of relief. "Ewww! Look at the big diaper babies!" "That one is goin' poo, isn't he?" "And the other one is smelling it! They're so gross!" Adrian could still feel a fragment of shame, but it was worth it. He could live with being laughed at, as he had been laughable for some time, so long as he could drag Bryce all the way down with him. The evacuation picked up in intensity and Adrian was now starting to explosively load his diaper up with the intensity of a hurricane. He grunted and groaned, drool and boogers adorning his face; he was soiling himself even worse, even faster, than how he had at the museum. His diaper bulged with steaming excrement, every powerful fart resulting in another mudslide. The crowd was getting larger and more invested in the depraved scene in front of them. It was far more gruesome than any of them realized. All they saw was two diaper dummies, with one pooping and one sniffing, and they thought it was a willing act; they had no way of knowing that Adrian was destroying Bryce in one final attack. The longer Bryce was under the weight of the smoldering seat, the fumes being all he could breathe in, the more that he felt himself slipping away. The victimized boy was losing his grip, and he was starting to fart into his own diaper as well, without really realizing it. His thoughts began to slow as the clean air became sparser, and the realities of the oxygen deprivation were becoming impossible to avoid. Bryce the brown-noser was being effectively lobotomized by being kept under this filling diaper for too long. His mind was breaking down and his wit was rapidly dulling. After the five minute mark, with Adrian still making deposits, Bryce started to enjoy the smell. He was becoming like the rest of his new classmates; just as mushbrained and accepting of the wonderful smell of idiocy. After over fifteen minutes of this, with Adrian doing as much as he could, it was over. Adrian let loose a few more toots and grinded his mushy diaper against Bryce's face, but he was pretty much finished. After he slowly stood up, he looked behind him and saw that the boy was a slobbering, dull-eyed mess. Bryce tried to get up, but he was dizzy. He only managed to get onto his hands and knees, and he couldn't stop drooling on himself. As he repositioned himself, he ripped another big fart and a giant turd began to cram itself into his tardpants; then another, and another, until the back of the white garment was a lumpy disaster. He couldn't think right, and all these kids were laughing at him, and he couldn't stop pooping himself! "What...Yoo...d-do ta' me..." He struggled to ask between grunts. "Now we even. Now you real brown-noser." Adrian put plainly with a smile, jutting out his brown-stained diaper toward his prior nemesis. His thoughts permanently altered, Bryce couldn't help himself. This time he willingly stuck his nose into the dirty seat, while he continued to loudly dirty his own. He may be hopelessly retarded now, but he was forever a brown-noser.