Story #142: From Drool to Cool

Story #142: From Drool to Cool (Alternate version of 'From Cool to Drool') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, intelligence gain and loss, implied scat, bullying) Jaydyn Baker had become quite popular at his new school. The fifth grader could hardly believe the turnaround that his place on the social hierarchy had seen in the last year; he'd been at the very bottom of that ladder at his old school, and the reason why hadn't been hard to grasp. Just a little more than a year ago, Jaydyn had been a completely different person! He was considered to be so 'cool' now, with the skateboarding and sharp wit; nobody would have stopped to think that he'd been hopelessly witless for most of his young life. Nobody knew the secret of what he'd been, aside from his family of course. The boy loathed to think about those days, but even now in the height of his social value, he still had to deal with the past that he'd sprinted away from. Jaydyn Baker, only a little over a year ago, had been hopelessly and *severely* mentally retarded. Not just a learning disability or brain damage that'd since healed, but significant cognitive defects that'd left him spending his days in a toothless drooly daze full of dirty diapers and infantile babbling. It would have been impossible to guess that was the case now. His lavender eyes dazzled with a clear intellect and he spoke as well as any other kid his age; he wore underwear and used the toilet, just like a normal person would! It was all thanks to an experimental medicine that he'd been fortunate enough to be a recipient of. Within mere months of daily usage and Jaydyn had rapidly grown more cognitively capable with every passing day, until the time that he was just 'normal'. In a fortunate coincidence, that'd also been when his family had moved to a new town. He'd spent the Summer before fifth grade getting caught up and made smarter, and by the time he began the semester with his newfound intellect, it was impossible to tell he'd even been stuck in Special Ed. It was a fresh start, and one that he'd undeniably rocked. However, for three major reasons, he couldn't completely throw away the past yet: One, his family hadn't fully adjusted to his transformation. Though he seemed like an average kid now, they had only seen him as a helpless pantsfiller for the entirety of his life, and it was difficult to change that perception. Two, which was the biggest, most consistent hurdle, was that he had to stop taking the medicine one day of the week. To avoid growing tolerant to the drug, he had to give his mind and body a break from it, and so he devolved right back to his worst self on every Sunday morning. Worse, he kept the same stream of consciousness, so he was very much aware when he spent the day as a mindless moron. Three, the most recent issue, was that someone from his past had come to burn down the veil of his new life. A kid named Luke that had mercilessly bullied him at his old school, and who would hardly believe his eyes when he came to find out that the 'Pootard' had become popular in this new setting. The first two had been ongoing problems that Jaydyn wasn't happy about, but they had been relegated purely to his private life. The third was very new and the situation was very volatile. Neither boy had immediately recognized the other; Luke obviously had a hard time recognizing Jaydyn, when he wasn't eating his own boogers and loudly soiling his diaper for the umpteenth time, and Jaydyn's old memories were sometimes foggy, since they'd been recorded on a potato. It'd been Jaydyn who had been first to make the connection. Hearing Luke trying to tease another kid on the playground had unlocked the full breadth of those awful memories, and he'd been paralyzed with paranoia that Luke would remember who he was. Luke had his suspicions. Jaydyn having the same name and looking so similar to the mushbrain he used to joyfully belittle hadn't escaped Luke in the least. However, Jaydyn did look different now; he'd lost a good amount of weight, he'd styled his hair differently, he lacked a clear diaper bulge or the constant smell of poop, his face was clear of drool or snot, he had a full set of teeth, and he more than a lone, gimpy brain cell in his head. The differences were so big, yet the similarities were too glaring, that Luke wondered if they might just be relatives. Even clear of the vapid look, they certainly had the same face, didn't they? He'd kept such thoughts to himself thus far, but he'd been keeping an eye on the boy. Unlike Jaydyn, Luke hadn't been adjusting well to a new school. He'd never really been 'popular' at his old one, but he'd crafted a support system for his bullying that had given a faux impression that people like him. Now at a new school, where none of that history could help him, his offputting attitude had left him pretty low on the social pecking order. He was juvenile and cruel; he was bad at making friends, since he'd mostly had 'friends' by associating with others who liked the same brand of sadism that he possessed. To build back up that slice of pie, it would take years, just as it had the first time around, but it'd be significantly more difficult as his peers were getting older and more mature. In beautiful irony, Luke had become a loser at his new school, while Jaydyn was prospering! As beautiful as it was, such a thing was not built to weather the storms ahead; it was an unfortunate truth, that Jaydyn couldn't obscure his past forever. Things came to a head when Jaydyn was forced to work with Luke on a project. His nerves were frazzled at the thought, and as he walked awkwardly beside his former bully toward the library, he couldn't help but wonder what was going through the other boy's head. "You better do your part." Luke groused, "Also, you wanna hear something funny?" "Umm...Sure?" "There was a kid at my last school with the same name as you; looked a lot like you too! Well, except for one major difference..." Jaydyn gulped and wondered if Luke was toying with him, or if the bully was really so dense as to not make the connection. He kept his eyes focused ahead, unable to make contact with the boy walking beside him. "Y-yeah?" Luke let out a laugh, "Yeah! Same name, mostly the same look, except he was a total retard! Like, actually on the short bus and pooping his diapers in special ed! They'd stick him in the normal classes with us for part of the day and he'd always crap himself and drool all over himself. He was super easy to mess with." Jaydyn grimaced and could feel some anger welling up within him. He might have been empty-headed back then, but he could still remember all the bullying and belittling that'd been done to him. He kept his cool and chuckled though, "That's pretty funny. Kinda gross too, that he would poop himself." "Hehe, yeah. I got all sorts of pictures and videos somewhere on my phone. One time, I even poured chocolate pudding down the back of his diaper and told him about it; I took a video of him sticking his hand back there and eating it all, and everyone who watched it thought--" "That he was eating his own...Fudge. Yeah, I get it, real funny." Jaydyn interrupted, clearly less amused by the anecdote than Luke would have thought. It'd been pretty close to the end of his retardation when that'd happened, but he'd still spent those last couple of months with the rumor going around that he was dumb enough to eat his own poop. From what Jaydyn could remember, his bully had all sorts of humiliating videos like that. Plenty that showed him annihilating a diaper, or happily squishing in a poopy one, or even deeply seat-sniffing a fellow dumb-dumb's dirty diaper. "It's crazy how much you look like him. Well, except he was kinda fatter and didn't have any teeth, like a little baby. Still, his name was Jaydyn Baker too." "That's a crazy coincidence. So, anyways, this project..." Luke would finally allow for some actual work to be done, but his mind was still stuck on the crazy coincidence he'd stumbled across, while Jaydyn was still a bashful bundle of nerves himself. After a while, Jaydyn excused himself to the bathroom, which gave Luke an opportunity to pull his phone out. Digging into the archives that was his phone's picture gallery would yield the terrible trove of images and videos that'd recorded some of Jaydyn's worst hits. Luke was lowdown, even by bully standards, to have spent so much effort in being cruel to someone with such severe special needs. Luke didn't think of it that way though; there was a narcissistic hole burning where his basic empathy should have been. As he scrolled through the many snapshots of the past, it became harder and harder to ignore the fact that this Jaydyn looked very much like the boy of the same name that he was doing his project with. There were noticeable changes between them, but they were fundamentally the same. It *couldn't* just be a coincidence, it simply wasn't possible. Upon the 'smart' Jaydyn's return from the restroom, Luke furrowed his brow and held up his phone to make a direct comparison. That clenched it for him and he got wide eyed at the implications; Jaydyn, the pantspooping retard from his old school, had somehow become not only normal, but exceptionally popular! All in the course of about a year at that! "I don't know how you did it, Jay-Jay." "...Did what?" "How you became a normal kid, instead of a special one. I know you used to be a gross retard; did you really think that *I'd* forget you?" The quietness of the library made things tense and Jaydyn could only stare at Luke with panic in his eyes. "...I dunno what you're talking about, dude." "Yeah? Maybe you need a reminder? Maybe your new classmates would like to take a look too! So many videos and pictures to pick from...Any one of them would probably be enough to knock you off your high horse, don't you think?" The blond got quiet and looked down at the table where all their supplies were spread out. This had been his biggest concern with Luke, and honestly his biggest nightmare since moving schools. He couldn't let everyone see what he used to be; nobody could respect him if they saw how grotesque his intellect had once looked. "So? How'd you do it? Get a full brain transplant or what?" "...Medicine. I take medicine that makes me normal." "That's wild. I didn't think you *could* take medicine for being stupid. What happens if you stop taking it? Do you just become a dummy again?" Jaydyn knew he needed to choose his words very carefully. He had to use answers that would satisfy his bully's curiosity, but without giving him too much information to work with, since he'd undoubtedly use it against him. "N-no. This is permanent. If I miss a pill, then I just get kinda foggy, but I don't get dumb. I'm just normal now." The desperation in his tone was palpable; he *needed* Luke to believe him with minimal friction. Unfortunately, Luke was hardly convinced by the answer and it had much to do with Jaydyn's delivery. "Uh-huh. Just normal now, huh? No diapers or drool? Interesting... Sounds too good to be true." "W-well, it is true! I'm not that kid any more, so you should just forget all about that!" Luke laughed, "Maybe we should put that do the test, huh? You can prove to me that you're still smart without taking your dummy meds. I find it hard to believe that you're just completely cured." Stinky Sundays were exactly what evidence that Luke was looking for, since Jaydyn reverted back extremely hard during his tolerance break. Depending on how much strain his brain had endured during the week, he sometimes dipped even lower in the IQ department than what he'd started with. It was a side-effect of the medication, and a scary one too, since it meant if he no longer had the pill or grew tolerant to it, he might end up worse than when he'd began. Going back to life as a diapered retard sounded like a horrible nightmare, and that nightmare was so much worse when he considered that he might be left permanently dumber than even that. It'd be like being intellectual equals with a one year old. "...I'm busy on Sunday. You can come over Saturday afternoon though, if you really don't believe me." Luke looked to think about it for a moment and shook his head. "I'm busy myself on Saturday. I'll come over next weekend." Jaydyn looked relieved, but only because Luke was lying to his face. Luke had noticed the nervousness, the anxiety, and he'd hypothesized that Jaydyn was hiding a key part of the puzzle from him. Showing up on a schedule would give Jaydyn time to taint the test, but if Luke showed up unexpectedly, and on the day that Jaydyn so so against... It had already been Friday, so Jaydyn would be away from both the school and his old bully for the weekend. He'd enjoy his Friday night and all of Saturday, living in a totally normal way for a boy his age, perhaps save for the bedwetting his body still wasn't past. The minutes before falling asleep Saturday night would be the hardest for him, since he knew what would come next in the morning. He'd come down to the breakfast table the next morning, a soggy diaper underneath his pajamas. There was no point in changing, whenever he'd be getting taped into a better suited one after he ate. The diapers he wore for his bedwetting were pretty generic youth diapers; they were thick enough to deal with his bladder, since he would otherwise soak through a Pull-Up, but they weren't really suited for the major potty problems he'd again be saddled with. That's where the extra thick Abenas would come into play; those were heavy-duty diapers for the very severe incontinence that his retarded self was afflicted with. He'd be pooping himself, a *lot*, and his family couldn't bother to change him every twenty minutes, so something with major capacity was non-negotiable. Already at the table were his siblings. Logan, who was a year younger and who he typically shared a room with; Lily, who was only seven and still wasn't used to how different her 'little brother' now was; and finally, the one who was cooking the breakfast in question, was his high school aged sister, Sabrina, who was the nicest of the three, but who also still struggled to see Jaydyn as someone different than the dumb diaper-dooker of the family. Jaydyn sat down with a squish and started to eat his breakfast, sans the pill that'd usually be beside his plate. It wouldn't take very long for the effects of skipping it to take hold; he already woke up mentally groggy in the morning, since the pill from the prior day began to fade toward the end of his slumber. By the time breakfast was over, he'd already be starting to become a mushbrain. That was another reason he hadn't changed from the soggy diaper; there was a very real chance he might pee or poo on himself at the table. "Good morning, Jay-Jay! Ready for your dummy day?" Logan grinned, always looking forward to Sunday for this exact reason. Logan, more than anyone else, resented what his older brother had become. When Jaydyn had been stupid, Logan had been seen as older and more mature by comparison. Now that Jaydyn was ostensibly normal, Logan had been put more into a little brother role, and it felt unreal to see Jaydyn getting privileges that Logan didn't. The blond poked at his breakfast with his fork and grumbled, "No, not really. I wish I didn't have to take a day off from using it." "The doctor said your brain needs a rest from it, Jaydyn. Otherwise you could hurt yourself, or it could stop working; just be happy for the six days you *do* get." Sabrina said, setting down a sippy cup of milk next to the boy, just to err on the side of caution. "Yeah, yeah, I know..." The boy sulked, beginning to eat his breakfast, though he saw that the highchair had already been brought out for later. The evidence of his idiocy wasn't on display in the house throughout the week. Everything was stored in the guest room downstairs, which for lack of a better description, was essentially a nursery. The highchair was stowed in there, the bouncer, the crib, the diapers, the clothes, the rocking horse, and pretty much anything that was an artifact of the life he'd mostly left behind. It was a room fit for a giant toddler, which was an accurate summation of what he became without his pill. Midway through breakfast, Jaydyn was really beginning to feel the fog rolling in. It was a sugary smoke that wisped throughout his mind, blowing out synapses like transformers in a storm. It didn't feel bad, instead filling him with a pleasant sense of ignorance. It was like coming down from a sugar high and crashing. It could first be seen in his coordination, as he fumbled more with his utensils and would get some of his breakfast on himself. The bib would have been a good choice to already utilize here. Then, while chewing, the boy felt a pressure in his bottom. He still knew what it was, but was heavily delayed in getting the signal that it was an imminent issue. His mind first thought to solve things by easing the discomfort, without first wondering the social consequences of farting at the kitchen table, or the very real risks of pinching a loaf at the same time. The fart reverberated hard inside the wet diaper; it sputtered and echoed loudly against the wooden chair he was seated in. "Nnnyuuuughbhh.." He helplessly grunted, squirming as the flatulence took precedent. A glob of oatmeal dribbled from his drooly mouth and his face got ever-so-slightly pink. "Hehe, looks like *baby* bro is coming out early today." Logan teased with a smirk. "Jay, do you need to use the toi--" Sabrina began to ask, before being interrupted by another juicy fart and Jaydyn stammering out the word "P-PODDY!" It was too late to do anything about it, but Jaydyn was determined. He was still aware of what dignity he should have, even if it was getting much harder to maintain that illusion. He thought the least he could do was to poop in the toilet before he became too stupid to do so. The blond got out of his chair, his legs obviously becoming less agreeable with him. "Gotta poobie, n-now!" He announced, doing an infantile potty dance in front of his siblings. Little toots were still slipping out, which helped sell how humorous the sight was. "Okay, Jay. I'll take you to the potty, okay? Can you hold it like a big boy for me?" "Uh-huh! Like a b-big b-boy! Like a smarty boy!" He eagerly nodded. The older girl took him by the hand, while the other two kids at the table openly snickered at the dimwitted way their supposedly older brother was already acting. With how much stress Luke had put on Jaydyn this week, it was looking like Jaydyn would be dipping well below his old threshold today; he'd make his old self seem witty in comparison. "Smarty boy poobie on poddy, not poobie in die-purr..." Jaydyn repeated, like a mantra he needed to keep himself from totally evacuating. A few tepid steps into the journey, he suddenly stopped and groaned again. A loud crackling came from his pajama pants and one of his eyes squinted shut. "Urgggghhh! Doo-doo coming! C-can't stop da doo-doo!" The back of his pajama pants began to swell with droppings; his saturated diaper was being assaulted by a foul barrage of mushy lumps, and Jaydyn was powerless to stop any of them. His knees finally bent when the poop stopped piling out so freely, and a thick slobber clung from his lips. Not even thirty minutes into his Sunday, and he was already a pantspooping retard; one that would surely devolve further before reaching his degrading bottom. And little did he know, but he'd have a guest coming over too.