Story #159: The Crayolabotomy

Story #159: The Crayolabotomy (Content Tags: Horror, lobotomy via crayon, forced to wear someone else's dirty diaper, diaper sniffing, intelligence loss, mind control, messing, humiliation, domination, psychotic younger antagonist, bad ending) "Oh, hold on. He's eating crayons again. Andy, what have I told you? Those are for coloring, not for sticking in your mouth; that goes double for sticking them in your nose or down your diaper." Andy looked up at her with a guilty, drooling smile. There was color on his teeth from the crayons he'd been munching on, which the lady just sighed at. Andy had always been troublesome, though now it was in a distinctly different way. "Gotta poop!" He unabashedly announced shortly afterwards. If Andy was a little more willing to put in the work, then maybe training pants could have still been a viable option for him. He could sit himself down on one of the little training potties that sat in the corner of the Kindergarten classroom. Andy wasn't willing though, and Pull-Ups had proven a disaster as what little wit he had left had gradually degraded. With pottytraining getting pushed later and later, it wasn't abnormal to have a couple of students every year that weren't quite capable yet, but Andy *had* been pottytrained before. Now it just seemed easier for everyone to let him go to the toilet in his diaper; he could easily go through three diapers in a school day, and the teacher was just glad she wasn't the one who had to handle them. Luckily for her, and for Andy, the boy had been assigned a one-on-one paraprofessional who could attend to *those* kinds of needs, as well as the needs of any other of her pupils that weren't in undies yet. If the school wasn't short on the resources, then she would have pressed harder for him to be put in a 'special' classroom setting, where he would better fit in. As it was, a dimwitted, diaper-dependant nine year old in a classroom full of Kindergartners was a poor fit. Andy was behind all of the other students in most subjects, but admittedly, this was probably the most suitable place for his intellect, SPED notwithstanding. Socially, it wasn't great for Andy; it was hard to make a bunch of such young kids respect the 'big dumb baby'. Andy didn't do anything to beat those allegations either. **BRRRAAAAAAAAAPPP!** Case in point. The teacher sighed and turned to let the para know, while Andy got red and was very obviously pooping on himself. This was the second pantload today, and it wasn't even time for lunch yet. All the other kids were laughing or making jokes, but one boy was silent; he was just sitting there with a big self-satisfied smile on his face. He'd done this. Rewinding things back to a time when Andy hadn't been a pantspooping buffoon, the people who knew him were convinced of quite the opposite. Andy had been a model student and had been considered bright and mature. He always turned in his homework, he always studied for tests, he always did extra credit, and he always offered a helping hand. None of those attributes were without their selfishness though. Andy liked to be praised and he liked to hold power; his offering to help with anything he could was a reflection of this. It was these traits that had led to his downturn. It was an extra credit program that was usually tough to find willing candidates for. The task was to find older kids who would volunteer down in the Kindergarten class a few times a week, to be role models and to help out the overworked teachers. None of Andy's peers had been remotely interested, but Andy had thought it'd be a good opportunity for him. Being a younger brother, he rarely had sanctioned authority over those younger than him. He craved the power trip, and he knew the admiration he'd receive for his hard work. It was a win-win! Until it wasn't. James was one of the boys in the Kindergarten class where Andy would be volunteering. James was also at least two-thirds of a Macdonald's Triad and eerily reminiscent of the eponymous Kevin from 'We Need to Talk About Kevin'. In more straightforward terms, James was a dangerous, pint-sized psychopath. Before Andy ever noticed how twisted this kid was, he'd first noticed him twisting up his face. James was *intentionally* soiling himself in class, and while it would be hard to prove, it always seemed to be done with pointed malice for people he didn't like. His pantsfilling was being used like a weapon and he'd always have the most smug smile after he finished pooping himself. Andy misinterpreted it as an issue of maturity or intelligence. How could he not? While a couple of other kids wore Pull-Ups still or had the occasional potty accident, James was the only kid in the class that wore diapers. Big diapers too, with poofy plastic pants over them. To Andy, it seemed that James had a future in the retard room. Andy could have been nicer about it, whenever he found out that James still wore diapers, but his first instinct had been to laugh and crack jokes about it. He found it amusing that James would load his britches with such malice; it was also pretty gross too, which Andy didn't hold back from openly saying. Over the course of that first week of volunteering, Andy would paint a giant target on his own back by taunting and chastising James for pooping in his diaper. He called James a baby, a mushbrain, a retard, a slob; he took away privileges from the younger boy as a punishment or would make James sit, while poopy, in time-out with a makeshift dunce cap. He was pushing his luck. Early on that second week, James would have had enough of Andy's buffoonery and he would have sickened of the older boy's pitiful need to have authority. It'd been painful for James' ego to be mocked so relentlessly by someone he considered inferior; it was time to make Andy match the low worth that James saw in him. There was a rule that getting three 'frowny face' stickers in class would mean that a student couldn't go to recess. James made certain to act up enough to get those three stickers. He also made sure that he ate an extremely fibrous diet that day, to ensure that he'd be able to soil himself as much as possible. The last of the three stickers he needed actually came from him taking a massive dump in his pants, right after the teacher had asked him about trying to use the big boy potty like his peers. She had gently led him to the plastic potty and tried coaxing him, and he folded his arms and defiantly crapped himself right there. That'd been a very full diaper he got changed out of. James had made a note of it being balled up and put at the top in the little diaper pail. It would be a part of his plan later on. With three naughty stickers, James would be sitting in the classroom during recess. With staffing already so short, and the teacher needing to take the rest of the class outside while the paraprofessional floated between other grade levels as needed, it was decided that Andy could be called upon to keep watch of the punished student. It was going just as planned. James would be coloring on construction paper at a table while Andy came in to keep an eye on him. The teacher mentioned it would only be for thirty minutes, and to bring James outside if he pooped himself, so that they could go get the para to change him again. Andy nodded along, unaware that this would be his last duty as a 'helper'. James was quiet while he colored and Andy grew bored of simply standing around; the older boy finally approached to see what the little dummy was doodling. He peeked over the younger boy's shoulder and squinted: On the paper, it was a crude drawing of a kid wearing a very lumpy looking diaper. The kid had the same colored hair as Andy, and he was drooling stupidly. "What are you drawing there, little guy?" "A big dumb-dumb goin' dookie in his diaper. Just needs a lot more brown." Andy frowned, "You have blond hair though, not red." "That's not me. It's you. You're going poopie in your diaper, because you're so dumb. You're dumber than anyone else in class." The candid answer wasn't the one that Andy wanted to hear. The older boy furrowed his brow and leaned down further, "Oh, really? I think your teacher would like to see what a rude thing you've been drawing. Also, I'm not the little retard that keeps poop--" Andy didn't get to finish his sentence. As he'd been talking, James had spun around with the brown crayon in his hand, and he'd shoved it up into Andy's nostril without a second thought or any hint of doubt about what he was doing. Andy's expression was shocked, then his expression slackened into a dazed dullness: he began stuttering the word 'poop' over and over again, like the sudden assault on his brain had caught him in a loop. James smiled and watched as a stain began to grow on the front of Andy's pants as he whizzed all over himself. "That should be far enough in there to do it." James remarked as he took a nice long look at what he'd just done. "Now *you* are gonna listen to *me*. The crayon had found its way right where James had been aiming to maim. It was prodding right against the older boy's brain, leaving him in a silly stupor that had him primed to follow basic directions without question. James was far more clever than he'd been given credit for. The younger boy toddled over to the diaper pail and opened it up. Getting up on his tippy toes, he was able to retrieve what he'd earlier made. The balled-up diaper was still warm to the touch and heavier than his usual work, as had been the consequence of his intentionally robust diet this morning. James brought the stinking garment back to the dazed Andy. "You're always making fun of my diapers, so you're going to put one on. I made sure to make it extra stinky for you." Following the directions that James was more than happy to give him, Andy was able to disrobe and get the loaded diaper taped around his waist. It was hardly a perfect fit, but Andy was slim enough to make it work for him. The dirty diaper sagged between his legs, completely packed with the warmth of James' droppings, not that Andy seemed to particularly mind right now. James also got a spare pair of plastic pants from his cubby and made Andy put those on over the mucky diaper. "Good. Now I want you to sit in it." James added, watching as Andy clumsily plopped down on his mushy butt with a loud squelch. James felt a gurgle from within his belly and he thought about what his next move would be. With Andy stupidly sitting on the floor, and with recess still having at least ten minutes, there was still time to inflict a little more suffering on the former helper. James lowered his shorts and his own plastic pants down to his ankles; he started to back himself up toward Andy. "You never should have made fun of me. I don't like when people do that. Put your nose right up to my diaper." He spoke in plain terms, as if the atrocities he committed were the most sensible of reprisals against Andy's immature comments. Andy's ability to think for himself was completely co-opted right now, with the decision making part of his brain being nudged by the crayon in his nose. As it was, there wasn't really any permanent damage yet, but James wasn't done. The older boy stuck his nose right up against the back of the still clean diaper, the crayon making it difficult to really make full contact. "Calling me dumb...I'm not dumb. I'm really smart; smarter than you for sure. You're about to be really, really stupid. Dumbest kid in the class. How does that sound?" "S-s-stoopid?" Andy blankley repeated. A juicy fart sputtered into the back of James' diaper and he started to audibly grunt. Like every other load he pushed out, it was both intentional and maliciously made to be used as a weapon. In this case, a very close-quarters weapon. A crackling thunder came from the back of the puffy white garment and it started to crinkle as it expanded. Squeezing out a firm steamer, the younger boy's face got bright red. He was really having to work for this one. As the diaper tented out in back, it was starting to push against the crayon lodged in Andy's nostril. Just as was planned. "Mmph! T-take a b-big whiff! That's the s-stink...HRRRMPH! The stink, you were f-fussing sbout!" James had to grunt while he was talking, as the load was now essentially in freefall, past the point of controlling the descent. Andy continued his obedience and started to loudly sniff at the deposit his master was making. The solid mass was making the diaper protrude further and further, making a powerful impact with the crayon, which was being itself pushed deeper. James was completing the makeshift lobotomy that he'd started in the most degrading way he could imagine. As Andy acted as a lowly poosniffer, sitting in filth, James was permanently shattering the boy's intellect with the simple act of soiling himself. It was a befitting way to do it; far more poignant in its symbolism than just pushing the crayon further in by hand. With things shifting, Andy seemed to get his sense back for a moment. He realized what was going on, with his nose buried in a filling seat and his own butt submerged in a valley of hot mush. "W-what going on...Why I...Why is..." He stupidly and weakly stammered. "Hmm? H-hold on, j-just a little...Mmph..further...a-and we'll be d-done.." Andy was panicking, but he felt too feeble and sluggish to move out of the way. He was disgusted and humiliated, but he was also oddly entranced by the odor assaulting him. Halfway lobotomized by the brown crayon, he had already picked up some mushbrained behavior. "N-no...stop, I da' big kid...da' smart kid... Just can't think right..." Andy tried to explain, totally unaware of how he'd ended up in this circumstance, not that it would matter for much longer. And then, with one final giant push, James shot out a giant missle into his oversized Huggies and simultaneously pushed the crayon the rest of the way into where it'd been aimed. Whatever string of thought that Andy had been trying to keep together was erased in an instant. All that remained was the simple pleasure of what he was sitting in and what he was smelling; the only other thought, if it could be called that, was that he needed to empty his own bowels, and so he did. The truth of that afternoon wouldn't ever come to light. It was a secret that James would hold onto, while everyone else had no choice but to take his account as gospel. According to James, Andy had been trying to make fun of him by dressing in one of his diapers and putting the crayon in his nose, and then he'd tripped. So the official record was that the crayon induced lobotomy had been self-inflicted by accident. Case closed and all that remained was to decide what to do with him. That was how Andy had gone from a haughty helper to being the dumbest student in Kindergarten. James might purposely still soil himself, but it was a matter of a lacking intellect for Andy. James would eventually move onto first grade, but Andy would be stuck back in Kindergarten, eating crayons and pooping himself for an indefinite period. The helper would be the one needing the most help.