Tale #100: A Brand New Boy (Part 1)

Tale #100: A Brand New Boy (The eleventh and final part to 'As Before, Now Again') (Content Tags: Messy diaper, humiliation, mental regression, hypnosis, ongoing story) The quiet class found itself disrupted by a sloppy trumpet note that preceded the crackling and rustling of a diaper being heavily soiled. It was no mystery where that sound was coming from either, with everyone's heads cocking back to look at the culprit of the rude noises. "Ugh, he did it *again*!" "Did he really just crap in his pants?" "Nah, he did it in his *diaper*. Dude's a potato now." "Fricking gross, why can't they put him somewhere else?" Hushed words flew around the classroom, but one boy just sat back and watched. Bryce didn't have much to say about the scene, at least not now. Not too long ago, he'd held blackmail for this very thing, but now that photograph was useless. It'd really taken the wind out of his sails when Matthew had gone on to tank his own reputation. The rumors had already been making the rounds, about how the bully had some 'problems', but so very little of it had been concrete. The photo that Bryce had snapped, of his former friend sporting a poopy diaper, had been what should have fully substantiated all the gossip. At least until Matt had started to crap his pants every day, usually more than once at that. He didn't seem to care about hiding it very much either, so people had discovered quickly that he was indeed a diaper-dependent pantspooper. What a surreal few days those have been for Bryce, to watch his friend-turned-bully have his social life just totally implode from all the times that he'd explode in the back of his pants. Instead of shaking down nerds for lunch money, Matty was shaking out turds into his Pampers. His demeanor had shifted in other ways too; he'd become more childish and dim, as well as pacified fully from his violent outbursts. He was more likely to cry or piss his pants, then to get angry and aggressive. Some of this had been a gradual shift over the months, but whatever happened in the last couple of weeks had accelerated those changes exponentially. Bryce couldn't help but notice that the time matched up pretty well with Matthew seeing Bryce's mother for therapy. He couldn't be sure how, but it was almost like she'd partially lobotomized him or something. The geeky boy had mixed feelings about it. He was beyond happy to see Matty get what he deserves for all the hell that he'd put him through, but there was also some sympathy for what a mockery he'd become. Deep inside, he still cherished the memories of their friendship, before Matty had gotten a fat head and thought himself superior. That nostalgia for the past was fueled by the sight of the boy having all these accidents; it reminded Bryce of when Matty had been so accident-prone as a kid, and how it'd given Bryce the upper-hand in their dynamic. It was only when those accidents stopped, that Matthew's ego bloated and he became a huge jerk. So bothered was he, that Bryce would bring the topic up at the dinner table that night. He'd casually been talking about class, and he brought up how Matty had messed himself during 'English Literature'. As he described the scene, he watched his mother's eyes for any hint of a reaction. "He's been doing it during classes all last week and this week too. I mean, I knew he was having accidents again, but he just doesn't seem to care now. He's been acting weird in general." His mother nodded, her face not able to be scrutinized, a talent she'd hardened as a therapist. "Yes, the accidents are a real issue with him. I feel bad for his mother, having to deal with all those diapers." Bryce felt some secondhand embarrassment and blushed, while he picked at his plate with his fork. "Y-yeah, that's gotta be a real drag. He's like a toddler in a lot of ways..." "Doesn't seem like a far step down. He's always been very immature, hasn't he? At least he can't try to bully you now, doesn't that make you happy?" It did and it didn't. "Yeah, I mean, I was really mad at him. Now I kind of feel bad for him though... I don't know if I want to be his friend again, but I know he's going to need one." The woman lost her poker face and looked shocked by what her son was saying. Even after all the cruelty and betrayal, Bryce still wanted to reach out an olive branch to that miscreant? "T-that's very big of you, Bryce. Aren't you afraid that the other kids might make fun of you for being his friend?" The boy shrugged, "...Maybe. I just know what it's like to not have a friend, or to be made fun of." It spoke to her son's good heart, that he'd still want to be friends with Matty after everything that had happened. While a part of her felt guilty, a stronger part of her felt anxious about what it would mean for her son to further entangle himself with the newly made pariah of the school. She knew Bryce had already had a rough go of it in his social life, and playing with a pantsfiller would surely exacerbate that. Even when mollified, that delinquent was acting as a toxin. She'd have to reconsider her plans for her final session with him. If Bryce hadn't been so compassionate, then she would have been content to let things set as they now were, but that just wasn't an option anymore. She wasn't going to allow the degenerate to drag her son down with him, not if she could help it. "Well, I just don't want you to be disappointed if he's not receptive to your help, sweetheart. He's a very troubled little boy, and I know you just want to help, but you can't if he doesn't want to help himself." Bryce would take that to bed with him. While getting ready to sleep, he pulled up his photo gallery and took a look at the picture that he'd never ended up needing. It still didn't feel real, to see Matthew in a diaper, let alone one that was loaded up. Maybe his mother was right; everything that he felt right now was being filtered through a lens of nostalgic reminiscing. Maybe it would be better to just let sleeping dogs lie, and to forget about the person that he'd once known. Whatever the hell was going on with Matty... What chance did he really have to understand it? Let alone fix it. He would drift off with thoughts of what he should do, while elsewhere, Matty was already sleeping with a thumb in his mouth and a stuffed giraffe snuggled up close to him. It would then finally be time for his final session of therapy with Dr. Farren. It'd been a long road with potholes at every stretch, and if he was allowed the agility, then he would realize that he was worse off now than when he had started. Then again, that was a matter of opinion and it required the weighing of benefits. He'd gone from being a mean, violent bully to becoming a meek, sensitive twerp that couldn't conquer the potty and seemed to enjoy being an oversized toddler. Depending on perspective, this could be seen as a huge improvement; everyone that Matthew had terrorized would surely agree with that. It was really just the old Matthew himself that would oppose all the changes that'd been made. His mother held his hand as they came into the waiting room of the practice. She told him to go play while she checked in, and he happily obliged, heading over to the same corner that he'd been in last week. He'd started to play with his younger brother's toys at home, and had asked his mother to get his own out from storage; ever since his last session, he'd found a lot more joy in simpler pleasures. A nervous looking kid was already over there, though he was just idly doodling on a sketchpad with crayons, instead of with all the toys. As Matty made his way to him, he could already smell something familiar in the vicinity of the little boy. There was no doubt about it that the tyke was packing a pair of poopy pampers underneath his pants. "Hi." Matty greeted, sitting down and grabbing some matchbox cars to roll around the carpet. "I'm Matty. I think I see you sometimes before my turn comes up." It was true that their schedule lined up most weeks, with the younger boy typically on his way out when Matty was coming on in. He'd never noticed that the little boy was diapered though, but then again, he hadn't been paying that much attention to those sorts of details. The kid didn't look happy that an older boy was crashing the party; in fact, he looked downright terrified. There was also some confusion from seeing the preteen play with the toys so openly, when he knew big kids were generally too embarrassed to do that sort of thing. "I-I'm T-Tucker..." He mewled, not even looking up from his doodles. If Matty had to guess, he'd say that the shy little dude was either in second or third grade. "How long have you been wearing diapers?" Matty wasn't really sure where the question had come from, and by the look on Tucker's face, it wasn't one that had been expected or wanted. It was actually why Tucker had been so nervous to be sat by; the possibility that a question just like this would be posed. "I-I don't wear diapers! I'm a big kid, not a baby!" Tucker lied, biting his lip and staring down bashfully at the carpet. "Oh. So you just pooped in your underwear?" The strangest part to Tucker was how there was no hint of malice or mockery in the questions. Matty was asking them as if he just making casual conversation. Tucker got quiet for a moment, his face red and his eyes beginning to fill with tears. "J-just shut up and stop picking on me!" Matty cocked his head to the side, "Oh...Sorry, I wasn't trying to be mean. It's okay, I have to wear them too. Probably bigger than yours!" Tucker sniffled and rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve, "Y-you're just m-making funna me..." With his ego so profoundly corrupted by his last session, Matty didn't feel any need to be embarrassed by his own padding or the things he did inside. He grabbed his waistband and pulled down on his pants to reveal that he was being honest. "Nope! I was poopy before the drive to get here." Tucker looked bewildered, but he also looked a lot happier that the big kid wasn't teasing him. There was a sense of solidarity, though neither boy knew how manufactured it was. They would go on to chat for a little while, and Tucker's anxiety seemed to disappear in the face of someone he could empathize with. Eventually, Tucker's father would come out into the waiting room and tell his son to get up. Matty could see the boy's shorts sag with the steaming heft of what was underneath, and he heard the boy's father comment something about how embarrassing it was to have his grown boy pooping in a diaper at his session. Tucker looked humiliated as he left, and Matty couldn't help but remember how similar things had seemed for him a while back. His mother hadn't been nearly as understanding at the beginning, but that felt like a lifetime ago for the both of them now. Now she treated him like a little kid that needed plenty of attention and affection, even more-so than his little brother. She didn't have anything negative to say about his diapers anymore either. He couldn't put his finger on it, but some part of his mind was telling him to connect the dots. The information was all there, with the boy he'd met today and the one from a couple of weeks ago; what were the odds that three different patients would be suddenly having accidents once they started seeing the doctor? It should have been a slam dunk, even for him, but it was as if his ability to question his situation was blocked. Unsurprising with all the brainwashing sessions he'd been the victim of; limiting the target's capacity to question their own programming was basic. All the clues in the world couldn't help someone if they were conditioned well enough to look away. With Tucker gone, it was Matty's turn to go inside the office. He was glad that this would be the final session; he'd grown more comfortable over time with the whole therapy thing, but he didn't think he needed it, because he didn't think he had anything that needed to be changed. (Diapers not included.)