Tale #92: The Dirty Diaper Demonstration

Tale #92: The Dirty Diaper Demonstration (A sequel to 'The Dirty Diaper Diary') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, high school, victim's perspective, ongoing story, reality alteration) Something about it didn't set right with Dash. He'd been feeling off before that, when he'd only been dealt minor blows to his ego, but something about what had happened in the locker room... He'd been messing his pants again lately, right? Having poopy accidents at home, in his prized Barney briefs no less! Which is why his mommy had returned him back to the protection of Pampers, until he could prove that he didn't need them. Dash could remember each of those embarrassing accidents playing out, but something about those memories felt *wrong*. It didn't seem right that a boy as clever as him would be befouling himself so prevalently and pitifully that he'd have to go back to basics. It wasn't a certainty that he held, but a niggling doubt that gnawed at his bones. Unfortunately, being so clever made him deduce that he was merely coping, and that he really was just a big smelly baby. The shameful waddle to the infirmary, his padded rump bulging with his putrid pantload, it'd given him time to acknowledge how badly he'd just screwed up his social standing. Gossip was akin to a virus, and news of his poopy pampers would propagate throughout the whole grade by the end of the last class. After spending his academic career as the 'insult comic' of the class, as the witty and charismatic 'popular kid', it was all crashing down! How could he ever heckle someone for anything, when they knew he was nothing but a poopy diaper baby? High school had just started, and already, his reputation was in tatters. The next four years would prove trialing. As if to further persuade him that everything was as it should be, the nurse hadn't been surprised by his visit. And why would she be? He remembered that he'd come in to get changed before first period had even begun. By this time in the day, the nurse seemed to have expected that she'd see him again. This seemingly unadulterated strand of continuity in his recollection was perfect to ease his existential queasiness, but it did nothing to make the part about getting changed any less humiliating. Dash only had a couple of classes left after gym, and thankfully the next was an extracurricular that he didn't share with any of the boys from his gym class: Home Economics! A class that taught skills for life, and one that most freshman boys wouldn't willingly take, since it had a stigma for being more of a 'girly' class. It was technically a class that hadn't been a part of his schedule until about fifteen minutes prior, but Adam was still getting busy with adding addendums to prior entries in his diary and adding new entries altogether. Dash slipped into the class and quietly took his seat; while he'd usually try to talk up the girls in the class before the bell rung, he really didn't have the confidence to do that right now. He was still mortified about what had happened earlier, and while none of these classmates knew about that yet, Dash still couldn't summon the bravado and candor that he was known for. "Good afternoon, class! Today we'll be starting our section on childcare." The teacher announced from the front of the classroom, writing on the dry-erase board. "As scary as it sounds, several of you might be parents someday. Even if you aren't, then you might have to babysit or otherwise care for a child in some capacity, so it's important that you know how to do so." Dash didn't think too much about where that might naturally progress, and things seemed fine for a while, when the teacher was just demonstrating how one should carry an infant and symptoms of maladies to look out for. It wasn't all that riveting, but he could keep just focused enough to stay in the loop throughout. It was when she used the word 'diaper', that his heart skipped a beat. All of a sudden, the thick disposable underneath his jeans felt so much bigger and more noticeable; he'd become uncomfortably self-aware and paranoid at the prospect that his classmates must know his secret. They must smell the talcum on him and hear the rustling! They must be peeking at his blushing face and anxious eyes! Dash was reduced to a puddle of self-conscious insecurity in his chair; the words that his teacher were saying weren't getting through to him, because all he could think about was what a terrible situation this felt like. "Now, can anyone tell me some of the different brands? What do you think you should be looking for when buying diapers for a child?" Looking totally spaced out, and already being picked on for his gender by their teacher, the lady focused her eyes on Dash. He was one of three boys that had enrolled into his elective, and while his grades had been fine thus far, she hadn't much cared for his smart mouth. While his charisma carried him far among his peers, it was less effective on the eye-rolling teachers; what had come across as precocious in middle school had become deemed obnoxious by the time high school came around. "Mr. Durante? Would you care to chime in? You *have* been paying attention, haven't you?" Dash's eyes snapped to the front, "H-huh? I'm sorry, w-what was the question?" The woman scoffed and clicked her tongue, finding it so typical that a boy like Dash would be lost in daydreams during her class. "The question was: can you name any brands of diapers and do you know what to look for in a brand?" Being so caught off-guard by being called on, Dash panicked and blurted out the first things he could think of: "Huggies, Pampers, uhh..." Those were easy ones, automatic through cultural osmosis alone, but then his mind flashed to the package he had at home: "...T-Tena?" His fellow classmates didn't know the significance of what he'd said, but the teacher looked rightfully confused. She'd spent a few years teaching SPED, so she recognized a non-baby brand such as Tena, since she'd seen plenty of boys in such a diaper. Her bewilderment was over why her seemingly normal ninth grader would know that. "Well...Yes... Pampers and Huggies are the standard for a reason, but I'm afraid Tena only makes diapers for older children and adults, so they aren't relevant to the current discussion. Now, can you answer my second question?" Dash bit his lip, realizing now that his haste had possibly resulted in suspicions toward him. His classmates were giving him funny looks after the teacher explained what the Tena brand was associated with, and if anyone pried further, then he wasn't sure what his excuse could even be. All of his wit was quick to abandon him when he felt so cornered. "Oh, umm...P-price? Size? Uh, comfort and absorbency? I mean, you don't want to be leaking or anything...Oh, and odor blocking too." The dark-haired boy murmured nervously, not doing himself any favors by sounding so informed and thoughtful about it. "...Yes, those are all good points to consider when selecting a brand for the child you're caring for." The woman begrudgingly agreed, raising an eyebrow at her pupil's assessment. Dash smiled weakly, hoping that his teacher would now leave him alone, since he'd proven himself to be somewhat knowledgeable on the subject at hand. Those hopes would be dashed across the rocks, like a ship on choppy seas, because Adam willed that something else would be happening. It wouldn't make for a very entertaining diary entry if Dash was left alone. A light cramping began to boil in the boy's belly, and he could recognize that he needed to make another number two; the question was how long could he hold it? It didn't seem like too intense of an urge yet, but after the major potty accident he'd had in gym class, he was nervous about whether or not he'd be able to hold it like a big boy or not. What seemed minor could very quickly escalate to something that would be impossible for him to hold back; his mommy had put him back in diapers for a reason after all, his bowel control was seriously lacking! Dash would start to fidget in his seat, feeling the urgency slowly grow while the lesson went on. "...So, as you can see on the doll, that's how a diaper is supposed to be applied. It's very important to make sure that the tapes are tight, but not constrictive, and that everything fits just right. Now, why don't one of you come demonstrate what I just showed you? I'll pick two of you, to act as a typical 'parents' unit. How about Serena and...Dash." Serena was one of the older students in the class, being a junior, while most of the others were freshmen and sophomores. Dash had been low-key crushing on her, but had been intimidated by their serious height difference and age difference. Now the chasm between them felt even larger, with Dash being a shrimpy boy who'd hardly been grazed by puberty yet, and who had his butt taped back into pampers for being such a pitiful potty failure. "Uh, actually, umm, Mrs. Barton, I was going to ask if I could be excused to the restroom..." Dash explained awkwardly from his seat. "I'll let you go after you come show me what you've learned, okay? And really, you *should* be attending to that between classes, not during them." The teacher sternly told him, looking apathetic to his plight. "Y-yes ma'am..." Dash sighed, standing slowly from his desk and starting to head toward the front of the class, as did Serena. Dash was still paranoid that his diaper was noticeable to his peers, and he swore he could feel eyes on his padded butt as he walked up to the front of his room. Truthfully, nobody yet suspected that he was diapered, though people were noticing how strangely big his butt looked in his jeans; considering how physically undeveloped Dash otherwise looked, his puffy rump did seem 'off'. "Good, now, I'm going to take this one off the doll, and you two need to get a new one on the baby. We'll use a new one, because the tapes sometimes become unreliable if you have to undo and redo them; that's why it is important that you can do it correctly the first time." The teacher explained, undiapering the doll and pulling a new one from the small package she'd bought for the demonstration. The more that the woman talked, the more that Dash felt his desperation grow. She didn't intend too, but she was stalling him from heading to the toilet, and the urgent need to poop was going from mild to severe. The fullness had shifted lower in his bowels, and he could recognize that everything was now knocking right at the exit. Too much longer and he'd suffer the same humiliating defeat as he had in gym class, and then even more people would know what a pathetic pantspooper he was! "...And you'll want to use several of the supplies that I've put here: the powder, the wipes, the rash cream..." The woman was still talking! He knew she liked to drone on, but this was getting ridiculous; he just wanted to show his proficiency real quick and get his bathroom pass! Finally, she mercifully ended her longwinded preface and she allowed the two students to try their hands at a practical demonstration of what they'd learned thus far. Dash knew this process all too well, since he'd been on the receiving end of it just thirty minutes ago, and a dozen or so times aside from that in the last few days! He began by using a baby wipe on doll, and then he placed the diaper underneath. "S-Serena, can you hand me the powder?" The older girl looked disinterested in helping, but she could do at least as much as handing the talcum over to her 'partner'. He made liberal use of the baby powder and rubbed it in, while feeling the cramping in his gut beginning to become untenable. "That's very good. Baby powder is important, because it can help prevent diaper rash later; it also helps to mitigate some of the odors." The teacher nodded her head, watching the boy work. Dash started to pull the wings of the diaper up, so that he could snugly tape the diaper onto the baby, but he'd also just realized that he'd run out of time. He had to poop, and he had to do it *now*. He sloppily applied the tapes and bit his lip, "Mrs. Barton, I r-really need to go to the potty...!" That had come across far more childishly than he'd intended, but he was mere moments away from pinching a loaf off in his pants, so he didn't have time to be embarrassed by his own words. The rest of the class giggled and tittered at his choice of vocabulary, while the teacher seemed annoyed by his immature outburst. She sighed and pulled out a pen to write a bathroom pass, "This is really quite unacceptable, Mr. Durante. You aren't a child in middle school anymore; you need to be able to manage your needs before coming to my class, like an adult. Do I make myself clear?" Her shaming made his cheeks glow with warmth, but that was but a tiny embarrassment in comparison to what awaited him if he didn't hurry out of here. At this point, he'd actually given up on the idea of making it to a toilet; he'd resigned himself to the fact that he'd poop his diaper in the hall before he could ever make it to the boy's room. At least that would be out of the classroom though! "Y-yes ma'am, I understand, s-sorry..." He squeaked through gritted teeth; the black haired boy was clenching his buttcheeks as tightly as possible, feeling like he could hardly hold on for another second. "Now, make it quick; don't go dawdling around the hall..." She said, ripping the paper from the pad and going to hand it to her student. As he outstretched his hand to take it, he hit his limit. A loud fart billowed and thundered into his padded seat, and his eyes got wide with pure horror. It almost felt as if things were happening in slow-motion for him, where he could see everyone's reaction at every shift of the event; the powerful gas propelled forward an inordinately long log and that gargantuan steamer met no more resistance, aside from the diaper itself. All that clenching was useless, like trying to stop a missle with a fly swatter. The turd crackled as it slid out, and the back of his jeans began to grow a lump that could be mistaken for nothing other than the truth; this ninth grade smartass was shitting his pants, right in front of the class, and more immediately, right in front of Serena and his teacher. "O-oh my god! He just did it in his pants!" The older girl gasped, pointing down at the back of his jeans, which were aimed right in her direction. "He messed himself!" The class went wild with laughter, and Dash was powerless to stop himself from continuing to let the load inch its way out. There was nothing he could do to halt or even slow down the firm, brown anaconda that he was unleashing upon his poor, previously pristine Tena. His BM made such a heavy impact, like a piston, that it actually made his jeans lower on his waist, and the back waistband of the disposable made itself known, alongside the comical covering of his Barney-printed briefs. "...Oh my...He's...He's wearing a DIAPER!" Serena announced, sounding like she could hardly believe this turn of events herself. It suddenly made more sense why Dash seemed knowledgeable on this subject, and why he'd thrown out a brand that was irrelevant to the age-group they were focusing on. The teacher looked like she could hardly believe it herself; she'd pegged Dash as being too immature for high school, both mentally and physically, but she couldn't have expected that such immaturity would manifest in such an extreme way! "...Well, class. I think we can move on to the next part of the lesson. Checking a diaper and changing a diaper... I'm sure that the lesson will be better appreciated with a live model."