Story #140: What I've Become

Story #140: What I've Become (A sequel to 'From Smartypants to Fartypants') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, brain damage, genius to moron, bullying, ongoing story) The fart gurgled and rasped wetly, the flatulence sputtering so loudly and powerfully that the thick bulwark of my diaper could hardly muffle it. Everyone was staring at the spectacle I was making of myself, and who could blame them? It wasn't every day they saw a 'big kid' like me wearing a diaper or pooping in said diaper. These little brats had proudly graduated from diapers in the last few years, and while some may not be reliably dry throughout the night yet, none of them were still soiling their pants during the day. They all had big-kid undies that they could be proud of, while I was obviously lightyears away from such a thing. "Ewwww...Do you think he's making a poopie in his diaper?" "Sounds like poopie!" "Such a big, dumb baby!" The consortium of Kindergarten kids were discussing among themselves about my presence; they likely had no reference for what a 'special' kid was, so I was an oddity to them. If someone had told them that they'd see a big kid in diapers today, they probably couldn't have conceived that as believable! Yet here I was. Due to a scheduling flub, my recess specifically, had been moved to the same block as the Kindergarten kids and the first graders. I didn't even receive the benefit of having any other SPED kids around who could soak up some of this gawking; it was just me, the former class genius, reduced to drooling mindlessly and sitting in my own poop. Well, there was no poop *yet*, at least I was sort of sure about that. It definitely wasn't very easy to tell anymore, since I'd grown grossly accustomed to both the squishy feeling and the fetid odor. Worse than being accustomed was that I was enamored by those things; my IQ had dipped so hard that I truly loved pinching off turds in my diaper. It was one of the biggest pleasures still in my daily life! Another toot peppered my puffy backside and I couldn't help but let out a drooly-lipped moan as I felt something start to crackle outward. I had zero ability to hold onto the contents of my bowels anymore, and often things would just slip out without my knowledge, but there were still plenty of times that I could detect it happening at every little step. "Gotta...Mmmphhh! Poo-poo!' The little kids laughed harder at my mushbrained announcement; I wasn't declaring anything that wasn't already plainly obvious to anyone with eyes, ears, or a nose. At the very least though, this was a better audience than my former classroom had been; none of these little rugrats knew how smart I had once been and what a stark devolution had befallen me. To be fair, very few people knew exactly *how* this had occurred in the first place; it was certainly a short list, with it really just being me, the special ed idiots, and the perpetrators of what had destroyed my intellect. It was doubtful that many people could have guessed that I was deprived of air for too long, while given only the rank fumes of a heavily filling diaper. I still got bullied that way on occasion too, whenever I made Willard upset. The tubby retard had a temper, and even though he'd already made me into something like this, he still enjoyed to torment me to keep me in line. The only difference now was that I enjoyed it to an embarrassing degree; the brain damage made me grow a deep appreciation for the complex aromas of a poopy diaper. My own brand was still my preference, but sniffing at my fellow dummies' dirty diapers was also now a pleasure. It was humiliating, and I was aware of how gross that was, but I couldn't resist. My severely diminished impulse control was a brutal addition to my denigrated intellect. The crackling behind me began to grow in volume and speed. The large and solid turd was pushing faster into my puffy diaper; it was sizable enough that I already had grown a bump in the back of my canvas shortalls. Drool openly seeped from my slackened lips, while twin boogers dangled precariously from my nostrils. I looked like a disgrace, and even these Kindergarten brats could see that. "Haha, eww! Look! That's the poopie!" "It's getting bigger, watch!" How pathetic of me, to be on my hands and knees like an infant, surrounded by glorified toddlers while I pushed out this gigantic steamer. My diaper might have been covered by my shortalls, but I really wasn't leaving much to the imagination with how much the bulk of my garment was accentuated by the taut material of my clothes. It'd taken only a second glance to notice I was diapered like an oversized baby. A cramp boiled in my bowels and I recognized what that meant; whenever I got pressure that badly, it could only mean that I was going to be launching a truly immense log. It wouldn't be so simple as letting a singular, mid-sized sausage plop into my pants. No, these cramps meant that I'd be letting out an anaconda that stress-tested the backseat capacity of my tardpants. My academic skills may have been destroyed underneath Willard's lumpy diaper, but in return I'd been given a nearly unmatched talent for the size and frequency of how I crapped my pants. It wasn't a skill that anyone outside the SPED room found to be impressive, but it did make me rather popular with other seat-sniffers within. Too bad that the school didn't award any blue ribbons for diaper-dumping, or else I'd have something new to put next to all my old science fair and spelling bee ribbons. What a painful sight that wall had become in his room, and he also had his picture in the trophy case at the school, which was even more of an injury to his ego. What a farce, for students to be looking at trophies for debate or mathletes; they could see my name, and they could see my picture, and then they could see what a mockery of intelligence that I'd become. A traipse down to the drooler class would display a much different student than what was shown in all those pictures. It was especially painful to be ostracized from the other 'smart' students that I'd once been acquainted with. The same dorks, geeks, and nerds that weren't otherwise popular, but who had too high of standards to still associate with a dumb fartypants like me. I could remember trying to talk to them again too, as I couldn't let go of the past, and it'd gone as miserably as could be expected. It'd been only a few weeks after I'd become what I currently was. News hadn't yet spread to the whole school of my grotesque transformation and I had a rare moment of autonomy without supervision. I had toddled from the special ed room to the classroom used for the 'mathletes' club; it'd been a Tuesday, which was when the club met. I hadn't been at any meetings since my incident, but people thought I was simply on some family vacation or something. This had been before the big classroom debut that Dylan had forced upon me, where I'd firmly cemented my updated status as a pantspooping retard back in diapers. So needless to say, the other 'smartypants' students hadn't a clue of what I was about to show them. My clothes had also been a little more on the normal side at that point; I was still wearing shorts and shirts, instead of my wardrobe resembling closely what a two-year old would wear. There'd been no onesies, rompers, sleepers, or shortalls; at worst, my shoes had been swapped out for velcro, and I looked a little less refined. That still meant a dorky polo shirt, bowtie and suspenders, which gave a facade of normalcy. There had still been the one article of clothing that invalidated any sense of wit or brainpower though, and that'd been the diaper I had on underneath. The same diaper that I'd end up filling with giant, smelly turds. I hadn't been the captain of the mathlete team, though that wasn't ever based on skill. I'd honestly been one of the best, if not the top competitor, that was on the team; with my attention divided among so many other activities though, I never had the time to commit to a leadership role. Instead, that honor went to Holly, who I had locked horns with more than once. My chauvinist attitude had chafed her the wrong way, but she'd never been able to kick me out, due purely to the wins I brought to the team. It wasn't as if I was a misogynistic cretin, but like other elementary age boys, I dug my heels into the same 'girls versus boys' mentality. They'd been in the middle of running equation drills when I'd stumbled my way into the room. At first sight, nobody had really noticed that I was different; from the corner of the eye, I looked just the same as I had when my brain still worked. I hadn't yet put on some flab or started dressing like a toddler. "Alright, we're starting a new round. AJ, you can get the first question." Holly announced as she erased the board and began to put up a new question to answer. None of the numbers or symbols meant much to me anymore; they were little squiggly pictures that may as well have been infantile scribbles. What I could still remember was what importance I knew they *should* have to me; deep down, the process was still there. I made my way up to the board, my gait awkward and wide, and my shorts rustling with each step. As I passed by my fellow mathletes, it became more obvious to them that something was terribly wrong with me. My eyes lacked a spark, my mouth hung stupidly open, and a trailing scent of talcum and stale urine came off my suspiciously crinkly shorts. Holly didn't notice yet, her eyes focused downward on a stopwatch. She waited for me to pick up the chalk, before she belted out: "Annnnnnd....Go!" The piece of chalk between my drooly fingers was something familiar. I'd used it a ton of times, hadn't I? It was supposed to be important! But it also looked a little bit like candy... I sucked on the tip of the chalk and winced at the awful flavor it left in my mouth; this was no candy! Having heard nothing from me since the stopwatch had started, Holly looked up and furrowed her brow. "What are you doing? Answer it! That's an easy one; you're holding everyone else up." She said it was supposed to be easy, but it might as well have been university level calculus for how much I recognized any of it. I looked at the chalk again and deduced that due to its size and shape, that it must be for putting in the nose! I stuck it in my nostril and smiled at the near-perfect fit. I was still facing the chalkboard, so nobody could see my brilliant use of the bitter candy, but I knew they'd all be impressed! Unfortunately, I was very wrong about that. With no progress being made on the math question, Holly got even more impatient and put her hand on my shoulder. Being a girl, she'd grown quicker than I had, and it didn't help that I was already on the petite side. "Hey! You got something in your ears? Why aren't you--" My head turned and she could finally see the piece of chalk lodged in my nose, like I was a dimwitted daycare tot. "--Ew! What are you *doing*? Why do boys have to be so gross? This isn't funny! Why are you making that dumb face at me?" The girl's barrage of comments and questions proved more than I was capable of handling, so I just stared vacantly at her. Meanwhile, the other kids in the room were snickering at my antics; it was a rare sight to see me with a sense of humor, since my academic diligence and inflated ego had made me such a dour little boy. The 'face' I was making was actually an indication about what I was primed to do next, which unfortunately... **FFFFFRRRRBRRRRAAAP! PHBBTT! SPLLRRT!** With Holly only a couple of inches from me, I did nothing to hold back a fearsome flatulent force. The dirty winds sputtered wetly into my diaper like a gale force hurricane, and the gentle snickering in the room grew to an uproarious laughter. Holly reeled back in visible disgust, but I seemed unbothered by the reaction. The only thing on my mind at that moment was: poop. It really wasn't so different to how things were going with these Kindergartners right now. They mocked and teased, but much of it got zoned out in favor of my focus on something more pressing. After all, there were few things more important to me now; the pinnacle of my pathetic existence was to make poopies in my diaper. And so that's what I did. With not much concern for my audience, I jutted my rounded rump outward and let nature take its course. More sloppy farts slapped noisily inside my diaper, and with each one, I could feel a warm blob of poop plopping out. My drooly tongue lolled out the side of my mouth and I happily grunted; within just a couple of pushes, I already could feel the hot manure plastering my pale buttcheeks in a sticky, mushy warmth. The shorts that hid my diaper didn't do nearly a good enough job of disguising things. The turbulent wind I was producing and the symphony of splattering that sounded like wet cement being shot into a plastic grocery bag, was all too much to hide. It was muffled, yes, but not by nearly enough. My suspenders helped keep my shorts from sagging, but the back still ballooned outward from my expanding diaper. This could no longer be seen as a mere prank or joke. While there was a lot of humor to be had in watching me poop my pants, it was plain-as-day that it wasn't some piece of performance art. The mathletes room was starting to very strongly smell like fresh poop, and it was becoming more obvious to most of my peers that something was indeed amiss with me. "Are you sick in the head?! Why are you using the bathroom on yourself?!" Holly was still panicked, though her tone betrayed anger instead of concern. "Nnghhh...! Hadta...P-PooOoOoPY!" I slobbered in return, letting out another mindless moan as I squinted an eye shut and squeezed out a much firmer turd to join the semi-solid pudding in my pants. It was only a few minutes later that the smart math kids were able to fully realize that I wasn't acting and that there was a reason I didn't have brown streaks running down my thighs yet. They discovered my heavily filled diaper and could make some obvious assumptions about my altered intellect. "Ughh.." Holly groaned as she snapped back the waistband of my diaper in a bid to keep any more fumes from openly climbing into the air. "He's wearing a *diaper*...And he really, really needs a change. I don't know what happened, AJ, but we can't have you on the team anymore. I don't think there's a retard division for mathletes." That'd been the first thing I'd been kicked out of, but hardly the last. One by one, all of my former geeks disowned me. Debate, spelling, science, all of it was meant for kids who still had functional brains. Those weren't exactly spaces meant for a kid like me, who was now one of the dumber kids in the special class. The 'normie' kids didn't accept me, the nerds didn't accept me, and now I was getting picked on by Kindergarten kids! Which, speaking of... I was still on the playground, hands and knees in the dirt, while everyone watched me continue to push out this enormous solid steamer. Currently, I looked like I had a stubby tail, from how pointed the lump in back was forming. That wouldn't go much further, since both my diaper and especially my shortalls could only expand so far outward, but then the turd would instead begin to coil up like a huge pile of rope. I kept feeling little hands prodding at the bulge too; the curious, grubby fingers of the runts that were so amused by my flagrant show of mindlessness. The massive dump that was growing in my diaper was of great interest to such immature eyes, not that I had any room to talk, since I found it a most captivating thing to watch when I saw my fellow droolers do it. "Haha, it's so warm and squishy!" One boy giggled as he pushed on the lump with his palm. I could hardly disagree with that, and I knew that unsurprisingly, the other three-fourths of the brown python would be more of the same. I'd spend my whole recess pooping myself in front of these brats and then I'd be whisked back to the retard class for a prompt and public diaper change. Such was what my life had become and such was what the trials ahead would look like.