Story #105: The Case of the Poopy Smell

Story #105: The Case of the Poopy Smell (Part 9 in the 'From Cool to Drool' storyline) (Content Tags: Humiliation, messy diapers, wet diapers, perceived as a mushbrain, pants-check) Jaydyn nibbled at his lower lip as his friend returned with the snacks; it felt so awkward to be pinching a loaf in his pants while sitting on the same couch he'd been on a thousand times. He could feel some joy in at least having this most recent accident be a quiet affair; no loud farting and crackling, no verbal outbursts about 'poo-brownies', just a mid-sized log getting crammed into his Abena. He reached for one of the sodas and thought for a moment, "..Straw?" The boy inquired gently, knowing that without one, there was a risk that he wouldn't be able to properly maneuver the can without dribbling on himself or worse. "Uhh...Sure? I think we have some in the kitchen." Jesse offered, leaving again to go find what his friend needed. The extra detour was pulling double-duty for Jay; this would also get Jesse out of the way for the little bit longer he needed to fully shake this turd. The blond repositioned himself on the couch, not wanting to make himself too obvious, but still needing some room for an easier deposit. It lined up well, as he felt the steamer finish its descent more fully right as Jesse was coming back from the kitchen. "I think we're outta the disposable ones, all I could find was one of the 'silly' straws." Jay cracked a smile at the sight of the crazy bending and looping of the juvenile thing; it'd been a while since he'd seen one of those, let alone used one! He let out a little giggle and almost couldn't believe it. When was the last time he'd actually laughed? Everything had felt like nonstop misery since his accident at the park, and he genuinely couldn't think of a single laugh he'd had since the injury had happened. He was always such a ball of shame and stress; levity felt like a foreign concept these days. It felt good. Jay took the straw and put it in his soda; he gave it a little test run and drank from it, to which his friend couldn't help but laugh too. This was how things were *supposed* to be; two close friends, able to laugh together at something so inconsequential, without any other words needing to be expressed between the two of them. This was what Jayden had been missing all these months. Jesse sat back down on the couch beside him and opened his own soda. "Okay, okay...So, you were going to tell me what's been going on with you?" Oh, right. The reason he was here in the first place. The good times couldn't roll until Jaydyn satisfied his friend's understandable curiosity. But where to start? He wanted to ease Jesse into things, and that meant that he should mention stuff like the diapers *last*. "Umm...So, the axe-uh-dent..." Jaydyn began to explain some basic things to Jesse about what the real situation had been. First to address was what would be most obvious going forward: his communication issues. The blond didn't use the term 'brain damage', since he didn't want certain things to have a connotation with what his issues were. Instead, he very specifically talked about how the injury had made it difficult for him to string words together effectively, while insisting that he could still think the words just fine. Jesse might have been his best friend, but the boy was still having trouble with keeping a straight face at first; when Jaydyn actually allowed himself to talk for a longer period of time, he definitely sounded like a mushbrained toddler, and it had a certain absurd quality that made it undeniably funny to hear. A lot of that was probably because the boys were so close, so to hear his best friend talking like a baby, it was funny regardless of how serious it really should be taken. To Jesse's credit, he kept a lid on things and he was stoically nodding as the story continued. Jaydyn could see his friend wanted to laugh, but he also didn't detect any malice behind it. Someone like Logan, Angela or Luke, those were people that just oozed malice behind their every thought. He pressed on, next touching on the fact that his motor skills had also been impacted pretty hard, and that he probably wouldn't be any good for baseball for a while. Jesse was disappointed to hear that, but he didn't make a show of it. His mood seemed to lift a little when Jaydyn mentioned that both speech and physical therapy would help him recover further in the near future. It was a lot easier to cope with a tragedy like this if there was still hope for it being temporary. With two of the most encompassing elements out of the way, and with Jesse seeming receptive so far, Jaydyn had to wonder how much he should say. The most awful parts had been totally omitted thus far, and Jaydyn really wasn't sure if he could avoid them. "Okay...So, you got hurt pretty bad." Jesse said, beginning to process it all. "Talking and walking are all messed up for you, but you can fix it. So, were you just too embarrassed to see me?" "Y-yeah, pwetty much." "It's okay, dude. You stuck by me when I broke my leg in third grade, this is pretty much the same thing! That still doesn't really explain where Luke fits into things though." Jaydyn blinked. How could he weld Luke's chapter into this, while still omitting all the elements that had made that social media post possible in the first place? "W-well, uh--" "It smells like POOP!" Danny suddenly exclaimed as the cartoon went on commercial. The immature outburst saved Jaydyn for the time being, but it might have also just damned him. "Ugh, hold on, dude. I think Stevie crapped in his stupid Huggies." Jesse grumbled, turning away from his friend so he could address the issue his younger brothers were having. "Stevie, did you take a dump in your pants?" Jesse crassly asked the five year old. "Nuh-uh! I din't do nothin!" The diapered brat responded back in a huff. Jesse rolled his eyes. "Why do you always try to lie about it? You know we can all smell your dirty diaper! If I strapped a toilet around my butt and walked around all day like that, you better believe that *you'd* be able to smell it." "I said I didn't do it!" The older boy got off the couch and put his hands on his hips. "Oh yeah? Is it one of us that has poop in their pants? Danny, do *you* poop your pants?" "Ew, no! Only dumb icky babies do that!" Danny stuck out his tongue, but then his eyes flickered with the recognition of something he'd heard about at school today. "...Apparently some big kids too!" Jesse stopped his chastising to look at his other little brother with a perplexed look in his eyes. "What are you talking about, Danny?" "Well, there's this kid in my class named Bobby, and he said that when he went to the nurse before school, that he saw a big kid in there that was getting his poopy diaper changed! Like, big-big kid, like you and Jay!" The younger boy excitedly recited. Jaydyn's face got hot as he very quickly pieced together that the story was actually about him. It got him so unnerved that he could suddenly feel another mushy log beginning to unfurl in his pants. "That kid was probably a tard or something, like special ed or whatever." Jesse crudely explained with a roll of the eyes. "But besides tards, only babies are still pooping in their pants. Why are you still acting like a baby, Stevie?" Jaydyn knew Jesse didn't mean any disrespect; before his incident, he'd used the same juvenile vocabulary to describe the same type of people, but it still was extremely unpleasant to hear at this juncture. "I don't got poo in my diaper!" Stevie repeated, confidently standing up to allow Jesse to see for himself. The older brother obliged, though he didn't exactly look happy to do it. Being older than half his siblings, he was no stranger to diaper duty, but Stevie was a special case where the diapers had gotten bigger and more messy than what Jesse felt he should have to deal with. Instead of the expected sight of poop-caked cheeks, he saw nothing amiss inside the back at all. Jesse let the waistband snap back into place and he scratched his head. "Huh...I guess you were telling the truth. But it still stinks in here..." The next suspect that Jesse put in his sights was his other brother, who he gave a curious lift of the eyebrow to. "Danny, please tell me you didn't fudge your pants." Danny looked far more offended by the accusation than Stevie had been. "NO! I'm not a stupid baby! Or a, umm, that tardy thing you said!" "Yeah? You sure? Because it still reeks in here, and it's definitely not just a fart." Jesse sounded exasperated. He hated babysitting his younger siblings, and considering that he had company over, the last thing he wanted was for one of the little snot-nosed brats to crap themselves. Clean-up was nasty, but it was also just embarrassing to still have to do something like that for kids who had gotten this big! Danny glared at his older brother and boldly put his hands on the waistband of his shorts; with a single thrust, they went down to his ankles, and his 'Teen Titans Go' printed underpants were on full display. They might have had the typical stains associated with a boy this age, but with Danny presenting his rump to the audience, it was quickly discovered he wasn't the culprit here. Jesse just seemed confused now. Two accusations that had gone nowhere, and he knew that *he* wasn't a suspect on the list himself. That really only left... The boy's eyes drifted to Jaydyn, who was nervously sitting on the couch still. It obviously wasn't something he wanted to believe, but Jaydyn *had* just been discussing how his physical capabilities had taken a hit from his injury, so maybe that made him more prone to an accident like this? Jaydyn didn't keep eye contact. How could he? He was sitting there with two turds in his trousers and the source of the earthy odor was coming entirely from him! It was a little surprising that such a mediocre load could cause such a stench through his Abena, but that just had to be his luck today, didn't it? Jesse was torn on what to do. He'd just spent the last few minutes going on a diatribe about what pantspooping should be categorized as, and now his best friend happened to be the one most likely afflicted! "Uh, actually, maybe it *was* just a fart, since both of you are clean." He shifted with a bashful smile. "Why don't you guys get some cookies; my way of saying sorry." Stevie beamed, "Really?" "Yeah, you and Danny can each have two cookies. No more than that, got it?" Stevie was over the moon, but Danny seemed a little more savvy. The younger boy found it suspicious that Jesse would pivot so quickly with his tone and tenacity; why drop the mystery of the smell so quickly? And then the cookies were an obvious distraction. He didn't move from his spot, his eyes instead flickering between the two older boys. "Danny, you got dirt in your ears or what? Go get yourself a couple of cookies, and make sure that baby bro isn't eating the whole package." Jesse insisted, gesturing again at the kitchen. "What about the poopy smell in here?" Danny asked, not really buying that a fart would linger in the same way that this odor was doing. "Me and Jay will go find aome air freshener or something; stop spazzing out about it." The second grader remained unconvinced that there wasn't something scandalous here, but he obviously wasn't going to find out what it was with doing what he was doing. He gave them a final glance and begrudgingly trotted off to the kitchen. With it now just being the two of them, Jaydyn felt slightly more at ease, but the primary problem remained. He had poop in his pants, and more would certainly be on the way if his track record had anything to say about it. Jesse stood in front of him and similarly had an awkward energy about him. "...So, uh, dude... You...Okay?" The vague question was clearly pointed at the prevailing fumes in the air; it was every bit an accusation as it was a question. With only four people to blame, and two already acquitted (three, technically, since Jesse knew he himself wasn't the source) that really only left Jaydyn. "Umm...Y-yes?" The blond meekly replied, his rosy cheeks betraying his attempted deception. "Look, man...You don't have to embarrassed about it; you said your body was pretty banged up, so this kinda thing isn't really a big deal.." Jesse said, putting a hand on Jay's shoulder. That was almost enough to make Jaydyn fess up completely to the fact that he had diapers on under his pants. It was more his brain that had the issue with his incontinence, not his body, but it wasn't as if Jesse had to know the distinction. Did he really even need to include the diaper aspect? He could just fess up to having had an accident and make it seem less like this was massive new addition to his daily routine. "O-okay...Yeah... I did an...uhh ..o-oopsie." Jaydyn really struggled to avoid using infantile vocabulary there; he used a great many synonyms for his messy accidents, but few of them sounded like what an eleven year old should say. "You need to borrow some undies or pants, dude? You can use the downstairs bathroom, if you need to um, like...clean up." Jesse offered, helping Jaydyn get onto his feet. The diapered boy quietly shook his head at that, with the thought that he couldn't possibly accept a pristine pair of whatever Jesse had in his dresser. Not only because it would be a garment that he simply was no longer qualified for, but he because he knew whatever got borrowed would inevitably be dirtied. "...You sure, man? You really want to just go commando?" "It okay...Me bring extra." That was *technically* the truth. Jaydyn *did* have an extra pair of his 'undergarments' in his bag, since he'd realized how likely something like this would happen. On the flipside, it made it sound more like this was a common occurrence that Jaydyn was prepared for. "O-oh, okay. Well, are you able to go up and down stairs right now? You don't have any stitches that could come undone or anything, right?" Jaydyn shook his head again, and the pair started to approach the stairs that went down to the basement area. Jesse's own little oasis that was away from the rest of his siblings! He might have to share his space with the laundry machine, but the rest had been fully converted into a bedroom, with a small bathroom on the side. "Where are you guys goin? Daddy said yoi were s'pposta be watching us! And why are you holding on Jay like that?" The obnoxious voice of Danny pierced as he brought Stevie back into the living room with him, cookies in both of their hands. "I already told you, we're going to find something to spray to take away the stink up here. Jay also got hurt, remember? I'm just making sure he's okay." "Then why doesn't he stay here and you go downstairs?" Annoying as he was, Danny was quote astute. He'd already poked holes in the plan with minimal effort, and he didn't appear to want to make this easy at all. "Because there's something in my room I have to show him, twerp. You and Stevie can take care of yourselves for five minutes, can't you?" "I think one of you poopied in your pants. It still smells like poop in here, and only me and Stevie showed that it wasn't us. I think you're just trying to get away with it." Danny accused snidely, leaning in with his hands on his hips. "Shut up, pipsqueak. I already said that big kids don't do that, so me and Jay couldn't have done it." "Oh yeah? Prove it, then! Or else I'm telling daddy!" It was a surreal standoff to get stuck in. Danny was calling on his older brother to show his hand and Jesse was baffled as to how he should approach an answer. The only thing that would do was to show that their undies were still clean, but he knew Jaydyn couldn't do that, not unless he 'fixed' the results. Jesse rolled his eyes and pulled gently down on his own pants to show his brother that his boxers were still just fine. That was satisfactory for crossing one boy off the list, but Danny still needed to know that his brother's friend wasn't the one to blame! "Okay...Well...What about Jay, huh?" "He's a guest, I'm not going to make him show you his underpants." "Then he's the one that pooed his pants!" "No, he's not! Look, I'll just check for myself. Not like we haven't seen eachother's undies before." To Jesse, this was a clever way to satisfy his obnoxious brother's curiosity. It wasn't ideal, but it'd move things along and make it more comfortable for the boy to tidy himself up without worrying about a lingering pest. Before Jaydyn could say no, which he immediately wanted to, Jesse was already peeling back his sweatpants to look inside. "Nope doesn't look like--" Jesse had started without even looking, but his words faltered when the backside of Jaydyn's diaper greeted him. "--like...umm..uh...A-all clean." The waistband of the sweatpants went back and Jesse was a flustered mess. The reaction hadn't been lost on the smaller boys, but Jesse didn't give them time to poke around any further. He told them to behave and that they'd be right back, and then he led Jaydyn down the stairs. Once they had the privacy of the downstairs, Jesse let go of Jaydyn and he put his hand behind his head. "S-so, uhh...Why are you wearing a diaper?" That was a question that Jay had been dreading. He could feel his gut clenching up as his anxiety ran wild and that meant his bowels would soon be running wild too. It'd been one thing for him to have a random accident, but to have diapers already as a precaution? It bound together all of the elements of his condition into one unpleasant image. The lack of coordination, the mushbrained sounding speech, and now a big poopy diaper. With everything out in the open, it was pushing that image from being 'temporarily injured by rad skate move' to 'full-on severe intellectual disability'. "I-I umm...I..." Jaydyn began to stammer, before a juicy fart loud bubbled against the back of his diaper. **PHHHBBLART!** He was about to answer the question without ever saying a word.