Tale #109: Arts and Craps (Part 2)

Tale #109: Arts and Craps (Part 2) (Part 4 to 'Not That Special') (Content Tags: Diapers, messing, humiliation, special ed, mild implied scat) There hadn't been so much as even an attempt at an apology for the wrongful blaming of the poopy smell. Ryan couldn't say that he'd expected anything, but he'd sort of hoped that Zack or Tina would have had the decency to come forward and say 'sorry' for so callously accusing him of soiling himself. Instead, the pair was continuing on with their work, while Joshua had been whisked away to get his muddy butt cleaned and rediapered. Ryan frowned, but he didn't say anything, instead following their lead by quietly continuing to put crayon to paper. It was still difficult to accept that he was being segregated by special ed kids; nobody in this class had much right to be acting high and mighty, and yet, that was exactly what was happening. Divided by whether or not they wore diapers, because to those who were already considered at the bottom, that was the only fairly obvious criteria to examine. It didn't matter to them that Ryan was someone who didn't normally wear diapers anymore, or that his grades hadn't been atrocious enough to justify his placement in here; all that mattered now was the only detail that could be held against him, and that detail was taped tightly against him. There was a shortbus hierarchy, and wearing a diaper put him on the lower end of it. He couldn't help but wonder if it was a coping mechanism of sorts. Some of these kids were like him, where a more sophisticated school would have a more fitting placement for them; they didn't deserve to be hidden away in the singular, non-differentiating dummy class, alongside the kids who didn't have two brain cells to rub together. It probably humiliated them to be lumped in with the diaper-dumpers and booger-eaters. That wasn't a justification for their cruelty, but it was an explanation. It was unfair, but kids like that were already so embroiled in an unfair system, that it was all they knew. They needed to feel better about their own miserable lots, and Ryan was just another casualty in their wake. It was also just a matter of self-preservation; they ostracized so that they wouldn't be associated. Ryan squirmed and felt the puffy garment rustling underneath his shorts. It still felt odd to him to be wearing one. He might have gotten out of them later than most kids, and been troubled by toileting issues longer than most kids, but that was the past. It was unacceptable to be put back in them now, though he *had* nervously soiled himself on the changing table, while denying that he needed to wear one... His eyes shot back to the manilla paper in front of him and he let out a little sigh. Put in a diaper like a toddler, given a Kindergarten level assignment, and othered by his 'peers'. His first day at a new school was going very poorly. He looked over at the other group at the other table, still thankful he hadn't been put over there. Dennis, the oldest at that table, was looking progressively more and more agitated at his team. He could hardly be blamed either: Sam had the brain of a toddler at best, and a dumb one at that; Timmy was only a little better and was making a mess of the crafts, and then there was Bobby, who was the second-smartest at the table, but who was obnoxiously talking the older boy's ear off. In comparison, with Zack and Tina working fine together, and with Ryan and Joshua quietly doing their own thing, their table was a finely-tuned machine. No shoving crayons in nostrils or gobbling up glue was going on over here! Though the smell of Joshua's poopy diaper still lingered a little, which was on the same level as those other things. A powerful fart broke through Ryan's thoughts. While noisy, it was muffled by over an inch of thick padding, and it thankfully wasn't coming from Ryan's table. Since Sam had so recently befouled himself, it made more sense that the rude noise probably came from Timmy, who was the second dumbest kid in here. Dennis groaned and scooted his chair away from the flatulent boy, "Ugh! Teacher, he's about to poop!" "Nuhhh! Jus' fardy!" The mushbrain argued, though his face was already screwing up in an infantile strain. "Just a moment, boys. I'm trying to write an e-mail." The teacher brushed aside the squabble, while the teacher's assistant had gone to fetch something from the supply closet. "I *hope* that was just a fart..." Zack muttered, to which Tina was quick to nod her head in agreement. "Yeah, don't want this to turn into a repeat of last week." Ryan looked between the two, and then back again at Timmy, who was fidgeting suspiciously in his chair. "What happened last week?" He knew they were trying to exclude him from their circle, but his curiosity was stronger than his social anxiety. He couldn't really think of anything special about yet another dookie-packed diaper in the 'retard room', it seemed par for the course at this point, didn't it? He'd only been in here for an hour, and there had already been two poopy diapers! Zack snickered, "Let's just say that Timmy is a pretty *unique* artist." Ryan gave another look at Timmy and squinted his eyes; from the look of things, the boy's construction paper canvas was less than impressive. It looked less unique and more like a toddler playing with some crayons. "Doesn't look like it." Zack's smile got a little wider, as if he was barely containing a big belly laugh. "He uses something *other* than crayons." Ryan tilted his head innocently, "Finger painting?" The other boy could no longer hold in his mirth and he busted out laughing. "Haha, yeah, something like that!" Tina didn't say anything, instead just looking repulsed by the topic, and Joshua may as well have been deaf for how little he was paying attention to any of it. Ryan's curiosity hadn't really been satisfied and he hadn't yet connected the very obvious dots in front of him. It wasn't too surprising that he didn't understand. Ryan felt like an alien in a strange land, and honestly, being in *this* kind of SPED class was a massive culture shock to the system. Everyone else in here was long desensitized to the degradation and indecency of such a filth factory, but Ryan was hypersensitive to it if anything. The first shock of realizing that he had a classmate in a literal diaper, followed by the bigger shock of that classmate defecating extremely heavily in said diaper, and then came his own unjust diapering... It was enough to make his head spin. He'd been in SPED all his life, but not *this* kind of SPED; not the drooling, diaper-wearing, pantspooping kind of SPED. Well, that wasn't completely true. He'd had his own toileting issues early on, though it'd been a bodily issue with interoception, not an intellectual failure. Still, it ringed a little hypocritical to judge that part, when he'd had an accident on the changing table before his diapering. Were the two kids at the other end of the table right to ostracize him? Was it possible that he was in the right classroom *now*, and had been misled at his old school about the severity of his own disabilities? Ryan found his anxiety pouring out like buckets from a sinking ship. He was confident that he didn't belong here, but niggling doubts gnawed away at him, and the presence of a diaper underneath his butt sure didn't help. "Hhnnrrgh...Hhhhmmmppp..." Something between a grunt and a moan was coming from the other table, and what followed was an undeniably, sickingly so, squishing sound. Ryan didn't have to see the source to confirm what that was; Timmy had very obviously just dropped a big, squishy bomb in his special ed Pampers, just like Sammy and Joshua before him. It was gross, but it was expected. Timmy had been farting, and he clearly lacked the toileting skills to do his business outside his pants, which was why he was in a diaper in the first place. It shouldn't have really been of any interest, except for the somewhat panicked tone that Dennis was again calling for their teacher with. Ryan cocked his head back and all the dots finally connected in his head. Timmy's backside had a pretty blatant lump from him crapping himself, but what he also had was his hand going down the back of his pants. The infantile boy had stood up to properly pinch the loaf, and while up, he'd immediately afterwards tried to dig into his diaper. It was a vile sight, even with nothing having technically 'happened' yet. The implication was enough to make Ryan cringe, and he finally understood what Zack had been talking about; why the cackling hyena had called 'finger painting' a close guess. Everyone who was paying attention, which excluded Sammy and Joshua, looked appalled by what Timmy was doing, but they didn't look shocked like Ryan felt. This wasn't the first time that this had happened, and it wouldn't likely be the last either. Timmy himself looked pleased, in a mostly mindless sort of manner, though there was the slightest spark of mischief in those eyes. He knew it wasn't something he was supposed to do. To their teacher's credit, she leaped into action pretty quickly after hearing Dennis get more direct about what was happening. She rushed over and chastised Timmy like he was a toddler, which didn't seem that far off. As curious as he was, Ryan didn't want to see any more than he had to, so he averted his gaze as the teacher pulled the boy's dirtied hand out. It just got worse and worse in here. Again, it'd only been about an hour or so, and things had escalated multiple times in that tiny time frame. He hadn't figured out what the 'bottom' for this place was, and he was getting scared of how low it could go. Zack snickered again, "Told ya that he was 'unique'. Wouldn't wanna hang any of *those* paintings in a museum though!" "Stop being gross!" Tina again complained, looking annoyed. "I'm not the one sticking my hand into my own poopy diaper. Timmy's the gross one." "Yeah, but you don't have to talk about it!" It was clear that for as unified as they'd seemed at the beginning, that Tina didn't have much respect for Zack, and Zack similarly sounded annoyed by how 'stuck-up' Tina came across. Their friendship was one of necessity, not of a genuine connection; it was only them and Dennis who were 'normal', with Bobby still too much of a little spaz to fully be accepted into their fold. Ryan would have likely been a welcome addition to the number of 'normies', but then he'd gone and been put instead into the 'diaper' side of the class, hence the shunning. If Ryan wasn't being put in the middle of it all, then the classroom politics could have actually been pretty fascinating. As it were, Ryan was torn on how he should act, and thus had been more of a wallflower. He didn't think he'd be staying here for more than a day, so he didn't find it necessary to seek out approval; on the other hand though, if this *was* more permanent, then he would want to bolster himself as much as he could from this point forward. He would have to prove that he wasn't like the other diapered dummies in here, that he was more like the 'normal' kids. He could again hear the sound of tapes being ripped. That changing table being out in the open really sold what kind of place this was; a student could hear the entire process, from a diaper getting tooted in, to pooped in, to squished, and then finally changed. No privacy afforded to those who were seen as second-class kids. Timmy would eventually toddle back to his chair, but this time he was wearing what looked like puffy oven mitts. It seemed like a fitting punishment for what he'd been doing, though he'd also heard the teacher mumbling something about 'different clothes', which Ryan took to mean having Timmy wear something like a romper, where access to his diaper wouldn't be possible. "Alright, kids! Let's see those beautiful pictures now!" She happily chirped, seemingly unperturbed by changing yet another stinky diaper. One by one, she went around and picked up each drawing. Sammy and Timmy had scribbles, and Joshua's was fairly age-appropriate in quality, which made it very difficult to make out features on. Dennis hadn't tried very hard, so he'd just made stick figures with names above them; Bobby had been exceptionally immature, making the diapered students in his picture all very clearly diapered and poopy. Ryan was embarrassed to see that he was one of the 'poopy' ones in that crude picture, and he couldn't help but wonder how many brown crayons the brat had gone through. Tina had only drawn herself and Dennis, in a faux-anime style at that, which brought up some questions of whatever dynamic they had. Ryan's own picture was next, and it was incomplete and somewhat sloppy. He'd been generous in his depictions, trying to make everyone seem normal, but his art skills weren't exactly the best. Finally was the picture that Zack had drawn, and it was shockingly very good on a technical level. Zack obviously was the most talented artist in the room, and probably one of the best in the elementary school altogether. All that skill had been used to make certain students look really, really bad though. They treaded very delicately on the line between cruel caricature and true-to-life depiction. The non-diapered kids looked totally ordinary of course, but the same couldn't be said for the ones who *were* in diapers. They were still pretty accurate, even if exaggerated, except for Ryan, where he was made to look like a drooling, vacuous moron. The teacher didn't seem to see any issue with the depiction, but that was part and parcel for how low expectations were in here. Considering the mess that she'd just dealt with, a somewhat mean-spirited drawing was low on the list of things to object. "All very pretty pictures! Now why don't we have some playtime? And we can take a potty break too!" This was a good opportunity to prove himself competent. The only question was: would he be allowed to show that competence?