Story #111: The Brown-Bag Conspiracy (Part 3)

Story #111: The Brown-Bag Conspiracy (Part 3) (The fifth chapter in 'The Learning Disability' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy undies, messy diaper, humiliation, light teasing, diaper change, slice of life, ongoing storyline) Finn could hear the nurse talking on the phone with someone from the SPED hall, just as she'd mentioned. It made him uneasy to know that she was talking to a teacher from down there, since much of his current predicament was predicated on him being treated no better than a student from those classes. He couldn't help but to fidget in place; his buttcheeks also felt very icky and sticky right now from the way his poopy briefs were plastered to his bottom. It wasn't typically a tingle that bothered him, but the circumstances for which he'd come to have dirty cheeks was making him an anxious wreck. After being so happy to be allowed to wear underpants today, and with his stepmother being so particular in her comments about proving his worthiness, and Finn had messed it all up. His stepsister may have been right about him: was he too stupid to not be in a diaper? It'd been ages since one of these number two accidents had happened at school, and yet here he was, standing in the nurse's office with filled britches. "..Yes, yes. I have a student here that soiled himself twice and I need-- Yes, exactly. Size? He's about ten years old. No, I don't think walking down there would be possible right now. You'll send somebody? Excellent." The nurse hung up the phone, "Okay, Finn. Someone is going to bring you something that you can wear. Now, with an accident like this, we *do* need to call home and let a parent know what's going on. Can you tell me your last name?" Finn had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what would be getting delivered from the special class. More critical than the Pull-Up or diaper he was bound to be changed into was the other call that the nurse wanted to make; his stepmother had been extremely clear that she was giving him a chance to prove he didn't need to wear diapers to school, and he'd messed it up by messing his pants. He muttered his last name and watched the woman begin to search the computer for his student file. Once she'd found him in the system, the woman dialed the number on file. "Yes? Hello? This is nurse Pontin from the elementary school. No, your daughter is fine, this is about your son. No, he's not hurt, he just has had some accidents; he said his stomach was bothering him. Yes, very messy... We don't carry extra underwear for his age group and his stomach is still giving him trouble, so I'll have to temporarily put him in something from our special ed classroom. Yes, a diaper." Finn's face got beet red as he listened to half the conversation; he could only imagine how upset his stepmother must be with him right now. "...Autistic? I see. No, nothing was sent over about it; I think you'll have to have a meeting with the principal over something like *that*. Will you be coming to pick him up, or...?" Finn was hoping that he got picked up from school, but he wasn't betting on it. His stepmother probably didn't see much of a point, with the school day being over halfway through. It was doubtful that she'd want to come pick him up and then turn back around in a couple of hours to come get his stepsister too. "I see. I'll check his temperature and get him cleaned up. Yes...Yes...Understood. I'll see you then." The nurse hung up the phone and gave her smelly charge a sympathetic smile. "Your mommy is going to finish what she's doing and then she'll come pick you up, okay?" The woman's tone had gotten a little more infantilizing, and Finn could only assume it was because of the diagnosis that his mother had mentioned. The door to the nurse's office suddenly got a soft knock and then opened a moment later; in came a young woman, likely a paraprofessional that worked in the SPED hall. She didn't look far out of college, if she'd even graduated yet, and she was holding a large white rectangle in her hand. "Oh, good! Bring it here, dear." The young woman walked over and gave the meek boy a warm smile. "Did we have a little accident in here?" The blond blushed and looked down. His poopy briefs were still on full display, so there was no question as to who the diaper was intended. The woman put the diaper on the cot, as well as a bottle of talcum powder and some baby wipes, and then she turned back to the nurse. "That should be a good fit for him; the sizing has some room for being bigger or smaller than the age intended." "Thank you. I actually just spoke with the boy's mother and apparently he's been wearing them at home recently, so she gave me a sizing over the phone and it seems about the same as that." The nurse informed her. The nurse laid a disposable mat on the cot and stretched it taut over the surface. As she did, another student had come in. It was a little kid, maybe from first grade, and she had a small scratch on her arm. Finn locked eyes with the girl for just a moment and felt his face get hot. "Ummm...Mrs. nurse, I need a umm...Band-aid..for a...boo-boo.." She trailed off and her eyes did the same by lowering to spot the hero printed underoos that Finn had so shamelessly dumped in. "Oh, well give me just a moment and I'll look at that nasty scratch for you!" "Why is that boy not wearing pants?" The girl suddenly asked, not a single fiber of tact existing within her. She hadn't seemed to notice that the underpants were loaded with stool yet. "He just had a little oopsie. Don't you worry about that. Take a seat and I'll get you all patched up!" The nurse replied, tempering her response with some consideration for Finn's ego, but only to a certain degree. "I can get him changed, if you want to to help her out." The para generously offered. She already changed plenty of diapers in the SPED hall, so one more wouldn't change the trajectory of her day at all. "Yes, that'd be very helpful. Truth be told, I'm a little rusty with diaper changes; my kids haven't been that small in a very long time!" The woman chuckled, seeming to forget that she was trying to spare Finn's pride. Truth be told, diaper changes weren't something that the nurse was tasked with in her position. The few accidents she saw were usually from younger kids, and the protocol was to give them the tools to tidy themselves up, followed by clothes out of the 'lost and found' or a change of clothes coming from a parent that she'd call. It was only because Finn had pooed himself a second time, right in front of her, that she'd instead considered that a diaper might be more appropriate. She'd thought he was ill at the time, but now the diaper seemed even more appropriate as an option, since he'd apparently been wearing them at home. The little girl giggled quietly when she heard 'diaper change' and her eyes darted back over to Finn; she found it hard to believe that a 'big kid' like him could be capable of something as babyish as needing to wear a diaper. The women in the room didn't seem to notice the embarrassment this was causing Finn, especially when the para began to unfurl the large diaper that she'd brought with her. "Let's get that dirty bottom cleaned up, how about it?" The para cooed, used to 'baby-talking' with most of the kids that she had diaper duty with. "Oh, can you check his temperature too? His mother said he's been having accidents, but I want to make sure he isn't sick." The nurse got out the thermometer and handed it over. "Accidents, huh? Did she say why?" "She claimed that he'd recently been diagnosed with autism and ADHD, and that she suspected a connection." The nurse informed with a neutral tone that suggested she didn't know what to think about that. The para lifted Finn up by his armpits and the little girl could see the bottom of his briefs sagging with a nasty weight. If it wasn't obvious already that he'd pooed his pants, it was undeniable now. "That big kid pooped his pants!" She openly announced with another bout of childish laughter. "Big kids can have accidents too, dear." The nurse tried to settle her down, "Now let's look at that boo-boo..." Finn's face was bright red by this point and he wanted to shut his eyes, but what would that matter? It might make it so he didn't have to see anything, but it wouldn't stop him from being seen by the giggling girl. It wouldn't make getting changed any better either. The para peeled back his waistband on his briefs, as if the damage done wasn't already blatantly obvious. The young woman clicked her tongue and let go, "I don't usually deal with messy underwear very much..." She casually admitted, as if she had to rethink her strategy here. "These look pretty ruined...I think your mommy would be okay with us trashing them, don't you think?" She asked, though it sounded hypothetical, as if she didn't actually expect any answer from him. She grabbed a small pair of shears from the counter that were usually used to cut gauze; she brought them over and laid Finn onto his back. "Let's get that shirt out of the way too, we don't want to make a bigger mess here..." She lifted it and folded it up closer to him, to where his navel was showing. Next, she carefully began to cut the sides of the briefs, being cautious not to nick him in the process; the way she was doing it, she would be able to peel things back like he was just in a poopy diaper instead. "You have a lot of accidents, honey?" Finn stayed absolutely still while she made the cuts, "Ummm...Sometimes, I guess. My stomach has been weird today though." "Oh, that's right! Let's get that temperature checked." She grabbed the thermometer and stuck it in his mouth, "Now hold that under your tongue while I get you wiped up." Changing diapers on older kids was something that the paraprofessional was well versed in, since it was a daily part of her duties in the SPED hall, so she hardly missed a beat as she lifted his legs and began to wipe the icky brown mess from his pale little butt. He shuddered at the coolness of the wipe and tilted his head to the side. "...Well, accidents do happen to everyone, every once in a while. The nurse said your mommy has had you in diapers at home though, is that because you've been having a lot of them lately?" Finn wasn't sure what the point of that question was; besides the fact that it came across as too personal, it was something he couldn't answer with his mouth being currently occupied by the thermometer. His silence didn't stop the woman from continuing on though; the woman was accustomed to making idle chat at the changing table with kids unable to really reply. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it. We have a lot of other boys in this school that have potty problems too; special kids with similar conditions." She finished getting him cleaned and lifted his legs again to slide the puffy garment underneath his butt. Whatever she thought she was doing, it wasn't really helping. Finn didn't want to have solidarity with kids from the special ed classes; he didn't want to share the same label as those who had 'potty problems', or who were 'autistic' or had 'ADHD'. He wasn't like those kids! He was no more helpless now then he'd been before that diagnosis! Some baby powder got puffed to keep things fresh and nice smelling, and then the wings of the diaper were folded inward and the tapes got tightly fastened to the landing strip. Just on time, the thermometer beeped and she took it out of his mouth. "...No fever. That's good." Finn didn't think that was good at all. His accidents weren't usually so consciously uncontrollable, so it would have been better to find out that he was sick. The boy sat up with a crinkle and cringed at the diaper he'd been put in; it felt noticeably more 'heavy-duty' than the ones his stepmother had been making him wear. He could only assume that the diapers in special ed were intended for heavier usage. "Hehe, that diaper is really big!" He suddenly heard from the peanut gallery. Finn turned his head and saw that the girl was currently waiting for the nurse to finish logging her name and grade into the system. The boy hadn't really thought about it, since he'd been turned awat from her, but his change into the diaper had been one with minimal privacy. The para smiled, thinking that the little girl was just curious about it, and not that she was mocking the poor boy. "They have to be big! The kids in my class are a lot bigger than a baby, so their diapers have to be bigger too, because big kids potty a lot more than babies." The nurse would send the girl away to head back to class, which at least took care of one humiliating aspect to the scene that Finn was trapped in. Afterwards, the nurse sat at her computer to write up that Finn's temperature had been in a normal range. "Thanks for getting him cleaned up for me. His mother should be coming to pick him up soon, at least I would imagine." The young woman gave Finn a pat on the head, "No problem. I already changed five diapers before lunch, so one more today was nothing. At least this little guy didn't try to fight me on it like some of the others." "Oh, I can only imagine how hectic things must get down there." Finn could imagine it too, and it sounded awful. The little he'd interacted with lower functioning kids was enough to inform him of what struggles a teacher might go through to wrangle a class of them. His eyes settled on his diaper again, and then began to trail down the length of his bare legs. "...Can I put my shorts back on?" He sheepishly asked, figuring it was only a matter of time before another kid came waltzing in and saw his shameful attire. "Oh, right! Can't have you running around half-naked, can we?" The para chuckled and went to grab them from the counter. She started to pull them up his legs, but ran into a problem when she realized his diaper was just slightly too thick for them to fit over it. "...Uh-oh. We might need to find you something else to wear over this." The nurse swiveled in her chair and stood up, "We should have some extra pants in the 'lost and found' bin. I'm sure we can find something that'll fit over it." The two ladies left him sitting on the cot and went to investigate the bin. There'd been a lot of rain this week, so pickings were slim, since so many kids came in with muddy clothes from recess that they needed to swap out. While they scoured over things, Finn felt a bubbling in his lower gut again and he put his hand over his stomach. It didn't feel like he needed to poop, but it was that same gassy cramping that he'd felt in the classroom before he pooed himself. He was too afraid to try relieving the pressure again, so he just clenched his buttcheeks and took a deep breath. The women came back, carrying a few different options that they thought might work. One by one, they had him try to put them on, and they came up short. Finn was becoming genuinely afraid that he was going to have to walk out of the school with his diaper and a shirt, like he was Tommy Pickles or something. The final option was a pair of Pikachu-themed sweatpants, and Finn actually thought they looked pretty cool. He hoped these would fit and started to pull them up his legs; since he was on the cot, he had to lay on his back to finish getting them on over his bulky babypants. The physical exertion and movement was too much to also keep his buttcheeks clenched, and he suddenly ripped a loud fart into the back of the diaper. He got red in the face, but it at least felt as if that had relieved some of the pressure in his gut. The sweatpants went all the way up, just barely, and the diaper cut a pretty blatant shape underneath them. "Uh-oh, hope you don't need a change already!" The para playfully teased, only half-joking. "Does your tummy still hurt?" The nurse asked, coming over to help make sure the sweatpants were properly pulled up. "N-no...It's okay now." "Good! Now let's get those shoes back on. That way you'll be ready to go when your mommy gets here." The para smiled, lifting him back off the cot and putting him onto the ground. He nodded and started to nudge his foot into one of his shoes, and then the other. Now for the hard part: he just needed to tie them back to being secure! He got down on his knee and grabbed the laces of the first shoe, but before he could get started, another fart rippled wetly into his puffy seat. This one was quieter, but that was because it came with a prize at the end... As soon as the fart came to a close, something hot and mushy escaped right into his diaper and made his eyes get wide. He felt paralyzed in place and another, larger mass began to squeeze itself past his buttcheeks and right into the large cushioned expanse of his diaper's interior. "Everything okay, Finn? Need help with your laces?" He needed help with more than that! Much, much more than that.