Tale #111:Incompatible Exchanges (Part 2)

Tale #111:Incompatible Exchanges (Part 2) (A sequel to 'Incompatible Exchanges') (Content Tags: Intelligence play, messy diapers, messy pants, humiliation, mild implied scat, body-switching, sci-fi) Everything that the genius had ever worked for laid in ruin. His greatest invention, his social life, his dignity, and his brilliance. It was all destroyed. Erin wasn't a 'boy genius' anymore, and the person who had taken over his body was the furthest possible thing from a genius. Lenny, his mentally retarded brother, had destroyed Erin's life without really enriching his own by much. Lenny had been so sure that by switching bodies, that his IQ would skyrocket; he had thought that he could finally escape from being a mentally disabled diaper-pooper, and that he could live the life of a suave genius. And now they were *both* 'retards' who crapped in a diaper. When Erin's mind was transferred into Lenny's brain, it'd been immediately clear that his brilliance was wasted. Erin may be a genius, but you couldn't fit ten gallons of smarts into a thimble; his processing speed was extremely slow, and even more-so than what Lenny had been known for, since there was so much to parse through. Likewise, Lenny's meager intellect was but a puddle of smarts in a vast canyon of capacity. His processing speed was like lightning, but his knowledge was nearly null, and he was frankly overwhelmed by thinking at such a high speed. It'd been heartbreaking to watch Lenny smash what he could of the machine. With a big load bulging in the back of his speedsuit, and with the front growing stained with pee. Erin had been powerless to stop him; this special ed body he'd been given was uncoordinated and clumsy, and he couldn't stop farting on himself. He couldn't stop from soiling himself either; self-defecation, flatulence, and drooling seemed to be the three primary pillars of what this body excelled at. Lenny had tried to get away with being 'respected' for as long as he could, but that really hadn't lasted very long. He was thrilled to wear underwear, but he kept ruining every pair that he wore; it was an impossible task for him to masquerade as a genius, when he still walked the walk of a dimwit. Erin was left having to watch as every pair of briefs got destroyed, and as their parents got increasingly more frustrated with their 'genius' son. Erin was too mush-mouthed to explain what had happened, and he couldn't find the words very easily. Lenny's vocabulary was maybe a thousand words, many of which were poop related, and Erin's vocabulary was over ten times that; the result was Erin being even slower than his brother had been at formulating a sentence and he was less coherent too. He managed to get fragments of the truth out, but it just came across that it was an invention that'd cooked their son's brain. Things at school were worse. Lenny was ruining his reputation at record speed, and Erin was forced to suffer the many indignities of special ed. At times, the two intermingled and made things worse; Lenny had gone to get Erin from the class and wound up staying a few minutes to put his nose up against a former classmate's expanding seat. It was a foul behavior that Lenny was known for, and now it looked to everyone that Erin was following that same path. Erin had actually been forced into the act himself on his first day in the SPED room; one of the more dominant students, a big dummy by the name of Jeffy, had acted offended whenever he'd pooped himself without 'Lenny' there to huff the putrid fumes. Perhaps it was a show of respect that Erin didn't understand, but he couldn't adequately explain his 'sudden' repulsion of the idea. The next time Jeffy had to poop, a few hours later, the doughy dummy hadn't given the smaller boy a choice in the matter. The crinkly white seat of the diaper had been aggressively pressed against his face and Jeffy had taken a very gassy, very sloppy, and very angry dump in his diaper. Erin had tried holding his breath, but that only bought him so much time. In the end, he had no choice but to open his nostrils and sniff deeply of the boom-boom bouquet being crafted for him. His first impression had been plain disgust, based on his assumptions of how it should smell, but to his disgust, he realized that it was like a sweet rose to this body. Pleasant or not, that didn't mean he wanted to lower himself to doing that. He also really didn't want to watch his old body doing it on purpose, and to such mindless joy at that. It helped drive home the point to how poorly the retard's plan had been. Lenny wanted to be smart, he wanted to be respected like his brother, but he couldn't get that result. He seemed like he was trying for the first day or two, but it was just like wearing a costume for a hero, when he had none of the powers. Perhaps after finally realizing that, with a dozen wet or poopy briefs to corroborate the truth, he shifted gears and decided that he'd just have to be happy with making Erin share his fate. That's how it looked at least, whenever he was openly sniffing dirty diapers and crapping in his pants multiple times a day. Erin could only imagine how poorly his grades were doing too. It wasn't until a week into the ordeal that Lenny lost his underwear privilege. Their parents had been exceedingly patient with these accidents, and with how strangely their older son was acting in general, but they couldn't ignore the issue forever. Erin had to watch as his old body got put into Lenny's diapers, with the knowledge that Lenny would never be capable of escaping them. So now they were both in diapers. More than that, they were ostensibly both 'mentally retarded' now. Once the diapers came out, it didn't take much longer for the school to air their concerns over how 'Erin' had mentally declined in such a precipitous manner. Whatever the lab accident had been, they had to consider it may be permanent. Lenny was made to take an IQ test to determine where 'Erin' now was, and out of spite, it would seem that he decided to do even worse than he was really capable of. Lenny was genuinely upset that his plan had gone to ruin and that his life was really no different in this stolen body of his, so he spitefully decided to self-destruct. He sat in the testing room, with the proctor watching him from across the table, and decided that if he couldn't have the life he wanted, then he'd make sure his brother never could either. The moron had little conception over the fact that only he would be dealing with the consequences, since he was 'Erin' now. There were questions on the IQ test that he *could* have answered, to show some semblance of intellect. Shapes, colors, and the preschool like. He was given a crayon to answer them with, and over an hour to figure them out. Instead, he decided to stick the crayon in his nose and lean forward in his seat to make some big toots. Farting so brazenly in his diaper was a penalty to his score, and a bigger one was crapping himself so shamelessly. He'd been stripped of his pants before taking the test, so the proctor could watch as the back of his diaper puffed out to accommodate the large bowel movement. And then, as a giant middle finger to Erin and as a surefire way to be considered worse than Lenny, he proceeded to reach into his steaming seat to utilize an inkwell more reserved for the most mentally devoid of the intellectually disabled morons. He still didn't answer anything correctly, but he did repeatedly soil himself throughout the test to keep the crude sideshow going. Erin heard about this all secondhand. Whenever Lenny showed up as a new student to the SPED room, rocking a very particular romper to keep his own dirty diaper away from his grubby little fingers. Other students might not know about how that test went down, but it'd nevertheless be on Erin's permanent record, and the staff would never look at him the same. Erin himself was feeling more dejected by the day. His own existence had become as pathetic as Lenny's had been; he was a genius trapped in a retard's life, forced to go through those mushbrained motions with little room for deviation. His thoughts were so slow, that he couldn't even enjoy his own company like how he'd once been able to. All the knowledge was still in his mind, but it took a tremendous amount of focus and time to retrieve any of it. It was also really easy for him to get distracted, which compounded the problem further. The only thing he could think to do was to sluggishly attempt to fix the invention that Lenny had misused and then wrecked. He would spend hours trying to do what used to only take minutes. Whenever his brain ran too hot from attempting to do the work of a genius, it'd 'crash' and he'd heavily poop himself in the process while 'rebooting'. In this state, he'd feel his brainpower simply disappear in a singular explosive moment; he'd become every bit the retard that Lenny was known to be, if not more. It wouldn't last long, but when he came back to, he'd be sitting in a much fuller diaper than before. Lenny's brain wasn't meant for this level of computing power, and there was a very real chance that Erin might push it too far and permanently damage it. It was hard to imagine what brain damage to such a pitiful specimen of a brain would actually do, but Erin had no choice but to risk it. If he didn't try, then he'd have to be content to keep himself in the life of a shortbusser for the rest of his miserable life, while his brother further ruined the reputation he'd worked so hard for. Erin made sure not to explain what he was doing to his brother. Even though Lenny's plan had failed miserably, he didn't seem to want to go back to how things were before. He may still be mentally retarded, but his cognitive speed was much better in Erin's body, and his gastrointestinal problems weren't as severe. Something that Erin had considered, that he definitely hadn't wanted to let Lenny know, was that Lenny now might have a ladder upward. Sure, the dummy didn't have any knowledge or wit in his head, but he now technically had a brain that was capable of learning at a much higher success rate than normal kids. If Lenny got in touch with his intellectual curiosity, he might not be the genius that Erin was, but he could make himself smart enough to be 'normal' or at least housebroken. Erin really didn't want to let his brother know that. Lenny would definitely never willingly return to his old body if he knew there was still a chance at a normal life. Inversely, Erin couldn't push the boundaries of this body's brain to become better at all. On a physical, very material level, this brain was insufficiently created. He was a genius mind in a retarded brain; there was no possible upward mobility, only a downward trajectory as he strained the useless mass more and more. Given enough time in their new bodies, Lenny might get smarter, but Erin could only get dumber. A year or so of a casual mental load might reduce Erin into being retarded for real. So Erin worked in secret, for a few hours every day, making tiny bits of progress each time. At the rate he was going, it might still take him months, and that was with the hope that this new brain of his could hold up that long. There would undoubtedly be long-term or permanent consequences of the body switch, even once they both returned to their normal bodies. Lenny was likely degrading all sorts of muscles and nerves, which may make Erin functionally incontinent; not to mention that the lack of *using* a genius brain would result in a shrinkage of grey matter. For Lenny, he might return to a body with a brain that was even more damaged and infantile than he'd started with! Erin felt a little bad about that, but it was easy enough to justify when one considered that it was Lenny's fault this had happened at all. Whatever subhuman intellect Lenny ended up with would be well deserved. If Erin switched back, he'd likely be stuck in diapers for a long time, and his credibility as a genius would be marred by months of drooling, pooping, and farting in a SPED room like an invalid. It was disgusting to watch in the present. Erin hated seeing himself look like that; watching his body act in such a buffoonish way, while others laughed at his antics. Lenny would smile at him too, as if it was so funny to do the things he did. Lenny had no filter: he said whatever stupid thing danced into his head, followed his impulse to huff dirty diapers, and actively enjoyed taking dumps in his pants. It was no different from how he had acted before, but now he was doing it with Erin's face. Erin sighed, looking down at some wires on the floor of the garage. He missed his cognition speed, his clarity, and his dexterity. This was a task that should only take a day or two at the most, but he was two weeks into it, and not even a quarter of the way done. A gurgling quaked throughout his bowels and he knew exactly what would be coming next. It was a little ironic too. Before the switch, Lenny had been in the early stages of pottytraining; after months of attempting to figure out bodily control, he'd actually been seeing some progress! He had still been plagued by daily accidents in his diapers, but he also was using the toilet every day, with things only improving as time went on. That was why Erin had been so critical when he'd heard Lenny soiling himself in the garage on that day. Of course, he hadn't realized at the time that the self-defecation had been intentionally done, so as to make Erin feel what having a loaded diaper was like. All that progress was gone now though. Erin's intellect was so vast, that this tiny brain was constantly struggling to keep up with even the most minimal of thoughts. Erin knew *how* to use the toilet, but the signals were completely lost in the noise. Erin as 'Lenny' had regressed back to full-time pottying in his pants, with no success at all with a toilet. They truly had made each other worse in every conceivable way. "B-Buh-loo wire go...here..." He murmured to himself, trying to stay grounded. "Red wire go...go...g-g-go..." Erin began to stutter, his mouth overflowing with drool as the rusty cogs upstairs grinded to a horrific halt. He was overheating his processor, he was crashing. No matter how hard Erin tried to stop it, the reboot was going to happen. His mind went completely blank and he stared vacantly into space, then the silence of the garage was broken by flatulence; lots and lots of flatulence. He wasn't 'present' for it, but he would be for the aftermath. In the reboot, Erin would slobber helplessly and blow big snot bubbles from his nostrils, all while he propelled turd after turd into his diaper, each one shot out by a powerful fart. Bowel movements during the crash were always two to three times larger than a normal accident would be; he'd had a few blowouts already because of it. Then, after a few minutes of crapping in his pants and eating his own boogers, his brain would cool and restart. He'd 'wake' to the pungent smell of feces and warm, squishy poop smothering every available inch of his diaper. And then he'd get back to work until it happened again. He'd get his old body back, his old brain, or he'd destroy this brain while trying.