Story #103: The Brown-Bag Conspiracy (Part 1)

Story #103: The Brown-Bag Conspiracy (Part 1) (Part 3 of 'The Learning Disability' storyline) "Well? Which is it, poopy-pants? Did you not realize that you went in your diaper? Or were you just trying to lie to me?" Lily repeated. Finn was still locked in place and paralyzed from making a choice here; as he had already deduced, he would see trouble regardless of which option he picked, so the only decision to make was determined by which would get him in less trouble. By the look of Lily's smug grin, it was apparent that she understood the predicament that her stepbrother had put himself in. "L-lily, come on...It doesn't matter..." The blond mewled, fidgeting where he stood. His soggy diaper now sagging extra in the back from the large BM that had deposited itself. "I think it does, dumb-dumb. Big dumb babies that *lie* to their big sisters get punished. And if you really didn't realize that you pooed yourself, then I guess mom was right to put you back in diapers, because you're just a stupid retard." It was a bit of a false dichotomy; he had indeed lied, since he'd been fully aware what had happened, but it hadn't been a purposeful soiling, which itself could infer a diaper dependency without focusing on whether or not he recognized that the accident had occurred. Finn finally decided that he'd rather defend his pride than defend his rump from an eventual spanking: "...I lied when I said I didn't poop." Lily smirked at the bashful confession and tapped a finger to her chin. "Hmm, I don't know... You *could* just be saying that, because you don't want to seem as stupid as you really are." Finn looked annoyed by the thought process and the color in his cheeks got more pronounced. "N-no! I just didn't want you to know I had an accident..." She reached over and gave another forceful squeeze to the warm protrusion that he'd made in back. "Didn't want me to know? You made a giant poopie in your diaper! Did you really think I wouldn't notice that? Anyone with eyeballs or a nose could figure it out!" Finn whined lowly, his eyes drifting to the ground in shame as the girl further mashed the fuming load in his pants. He didn't have any retort for it and he couldn't even bring himself to try stopping her overstep; if he'd been more confident, than he would have slapped the girl's hand away and told her off, but he just stood there as a pitiful example of a 'big boy'. He felt the fresh poop get squished and smeared some more against his bottom, but he kept any complaints to himself. Thanks to his sensory oddities, the sensation itself wasn't unpleasant, but the accompanying shame was undeniable. The worst part was that his stepsister had identified something, possibly inadvertently, that he felt especially 'stupid' for. Not realizing when he'd pooed himself. That wasn't the case this morning, obviously, since he'd desperately had to go and had been acutely aware of that fact to the smelly finish. However he *did* have issues sometimes with realizing whether or not he had a dump in his drawers; the accident from the other day had been a prime example of that, where he soiled himself and had remained unaware until he'd been accused of it. It wasn't as if he hadn't recognized that as a problem; it was obviously not normal for a big boy to be so ignorant to the own state of his pants. He'd never considered it an intellectual failing though, and so for Lily to paint it as one, it made him feel the nibbles of self-doubt. "Alright dummy, I have to get ready for school, but I'll still take you to 'mommy' to get your icky Pampers changed." Lily cooed, grabbing her stepbrother by the hand and forcing him to waddle along. Finn really didn't want to be taken to Nora in such a condition, but he was too defeated to fight back against it. He had to get ready for school too, and he couldn't exactly do that with a poopy diaper bulging around his waist. He got escorted back to the kitchen, where Nora had just finished getting the dishes from breakfast cleaned. "Mom! Finn has something he has to tell you." Lily announced, giving the boy a knowing look. "Oh? And what's that?" This was worse than if his stepsister had simply tattled about what he had done. If Lily just came out and dropped the bomb, then it would be embarrassing, but at least he wouldn't have to say it himself. "Well...ummm..." Finn trailed off, his eyes pointed at the floor and the volume of his voice like that of a mouse squeaking. "Well, what? Just say it, Finn; you kids need to get finished getting ready!" "...I had an accident..." The woman already knew what he meant by that; she'd smelled him as soon as he'd been brought to her, but like Lily, she wanted to make him squirm a bit. So she looked down at his soggy front-side, "Really? You don't look any more wet than you did when you woke up. Or do you mean that you got a boo-boo that mommy has to kiss better?" "Tell her Finn. Tell her what you did." Lily coaxed while she gave his hand a firm squeeze. "...I pooped." He murmured quietly. "What'd you say, Finn? You need to speak up and stop babbling!" His stepmother chided him. "I pooped myself!" He said much more loudly, feeling tears start to form in the corners of his eyes. "Gee, thanks for the update." Marshall suddenly interjected as he came back downstairs, done getting ready for school already. His tone made it obvious that he was more than a little disgusted by the revelation. Nora put her hand on Finn's shoulder and peered over him to pull the waistband on the diaper back. "My, my! Those are some very big poopies, mister stinky-pants! Could you not make it to the potty?" His stepsister let go of his hand and folded her arms. "I told him I'd be out of the bathroom in just a minute; when I came out, he'd already pooped his diaper. He tried lying about it, or maybe he just didn't know that he'd done it..." Nora clicked her tongue and let the waistband snap back into place. "Alright, well I'll just have to get your baby brother cleaned up for school. Marshall, I need you to make lunch for you and your sister to take to school today; I already made something for Finn to take." "Okay, mom." Marshall said, not particularly pleased by the request, but he would leave for school an hour later than his siblings, so it wasn't like he could complain about not having the time for it. Nora led her stepson out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom. Once they'd arrived at his door, Finn had felt that his bladder needed some swift relief; he'd already taken his morning dump, but he hadn't yet taken a leak since he'd awoken. "Umm, can I go to the bathroom first?" "You *still* have to go?" Nora asked incredulously as she tugged him into the room. "Just finish up in your diaper; we don't have time for you to use the big boy potty right now." "B-but..." "**Now**." She left him standing in the middle of his room and began to lay a towel across his bed for him to get on top of. While she readied things for his diaper change, Finn sighed and tried to relax his bladder; he wasn't used to intentionally wetting or messing himself, so it took a few moments to overcome his trained instincts. He had to close his eyes and push at those muscles a few times, before he could finally feel that warmth spreading across his crotch. The diaper became more swollen and sagged lower between his thighs; the yellow stain got bigger and more pronounced, all heralded by a muffled hissing noise. "All done making your tinkles?" Nora cooed at him, which made Finn open his eyes and realize she'd been watching him wet himself. "Y-yes ma'am..." She got him to lay down on the towel, and as he did, he could feel the warm mush spreading across his buttocks more thoroughly, while simultaneously feeling the warm squishing of the soggy padding against him. He was again forced to acknowledge that on a pure sensory level, it was very pleasing; even the odor of his own dirty diaper gave him a feeling of bliss. While the full diaper itself might have been nice feeling to wear, getting it changed was something that was a little less nice. He'd been taped into babypants twice in the last few days, but never during that had he been changed from a dirty pair; it was mortifying, especially as she asked him to raise his legs like a toddler, and then commented more on his dirty bottom like he was a toddler who should feel proud of his pantload. Once he was wiped clean, he had expected that he would get put into a new one. It was something he had been dreading, since it was a whole lot worse to wear one to school, but he'd been unsure how to broach the subject with his stepmother, since she seemed so resolute that he was too 'mentally impaired' to be trusted with briefs. To his surprise, she didn't put another diaper under his butt, especially since a fresh one was in her hand. Instead, she got a pair of underoos out of his dresser and showed them to him. "Alright Finn, now, what do you think you should wear to school today? Diapers or undies?" She asked, presenting him with an option in each hand. It sounded like a trick question. It sounded as if she was trying to set him up for yet another lose-lose scenario, where either answer would be used against him. It had exactly the same vibe as what Lily had asked him earlier. Still, he had to shoot his shot and at least attempt to emancipate himself from being diapered at school. "Umm...U-undies.." He pointed at the cartoon printed garment. It was a tough answer to give, when his fully used diaper was balled up and placed only inches away from him on the towel. "Are you sure? That was a really poopy diapee that I just took off of you; big kid underwear won't be able to keep your pants clean if you potty on yourself like that at school." His face reddened, "I-I won't have another potty accident. I promise!" Nora feigned as if she seemed unsure of whether she could trust him to keep that promise. "Hmm...Well, okay then. I'll give you one more chance to prove you're big and smart enough to use the big boy potty. I better not get a call from the school about you pooping your pants though." "Y-you won't! I swear!" He squeaked out, desperate to seal the deal and keep some semblance of dignity. "I better not, or else you'll be wearing them to school every day too." She warned, before putting the diaper back away and instead sliding the briefs up his legs. He had to book it to finished getting ready for school. The whole diaper dilemma had sucked up a huge chunk of his time, and he needed to make it up in record speed. His stepmother left him to it, but informed him that it was his responsibility to bring his dirty diaper out of the room and to toss it in the trash before they left. So after a speedy sprucing, he was coming into the living room with his backpack over his shoulder and the dirty diaper in his hands. Marshall shot him another look, clearly skeeved by the smelly thing, especially with how lumpy and full it looked while balled up. Finn sheepishly went to toss it and to wash his hands. "Alright, Finn and Lily, let's get you kids to school." Nora announced, grabbing her car keys. "Did you pack extra diapers?" Lily teasingly asked as the two elementary students walked out the door with Nora leading. "N-no! I'm not wearing diapers to school." Finn replied in a huff. "Mom! Finn's *lying* again!" Nora opened up the door of her car to let the children get in. "Your brother isn't fibbing this time; he's wearing big boy pants today." It was the first time since this nightmare had started that Finn saw his sister looking genuinely surprised. Mother and daughter had been so perfectly in-tune for their narcissistic destruction of the neurodivergent boy up until this point, so to see the synchronicity broken was bizarre. "But Finn **pooped** himself! He's all autistic and stupid!" Lily lashed out, nakedly unhappy to hear that her stepbrother was being allowed some decency. It felt kind of good to see Lily get so flustered over things not going the way that she wanted; the bratty girl was typically so smug, so to see her in this way was a rare treat. Finn smiled gently and climbed into the car, scooting to the side so that he wouldn't have to sit right next to her. "Your brother wants to prove that he can keep his pants clean like a big boy; that his conditions aren't a reason to need diapers. I've already told him what the consequences of another accident would be." Nora calmly explained to her daughter. Lily grumbled and got into the car; she buckled herself in and folded her arms, giving Finn a dirty look for ruining the fun she'd been having with mocking him. She looked like she wanted to say something exceptionally cruel, but she then decided against it and instead silently seethed. The drive to the school was quiet, except for the soft sound of the radio turned to some talkshow that his stepmother liked to listen to. Finn got lost in his thoughts, which were mostly composed of anxious nibblets about how he'd only barely avoided going into his fourth grade class with a giant pair of Pampers on underneath his pants. The pair got dropped off and Finn tried to walk away from his stepsister as hastily as he could. They were only a few months apart in age, with Finn having crossed the double-digit threshold sooner than Lily had, so they would still be ending up in the same classroom; even so, Finn would rather avoid any more taunting about what had happened this morning, since he didn't want anyone else to overhear him getting called an 'autistic retard' again by her. She wasn't going to let him get away so easily; she swiftly caught up with him and scowled. "I don't know what mom is thinking, but I know better about you. You're too stupid to use a toilet, so this just means you're going to ruin another pair of underwear, like you did at my dance practice." "I-I'm not stupid, I keep trying to tell you... The doctor saying I have 'learning disabilities' doesn't change how smart I already was." Finn quietly defended himself, still unsure why his diagnoses were being retroactively used to retcon his fairly standard intellect. "You've been going in your pants for years now, dummy. Only babies and retards poop their pants or pee in their beds at night; you're too big to be a baby, so what does that leave?" Finn felt anger burning inside of him at that comment, but it wasn't full of completely inaccurate information; his accidents weren't everyday, and they had lessened in frequency with every year, but he couldn't deny that they still happened more often than other kids their age. It was safe to say that while there may be other bedwetters in their grade, there probably weren't very many wet or messy accidents happening during the day. Little did Finn know that today was a set-up. Between the exceptionally large breakfast that Nora had made and the special ingredient she had used to make his brown-bag lunch, his underpants didn't stand a fighting chance to stay clean. The real reason he had been allowed the underpants was because she needed a post-diagnosis potty accident on the books. If she planned to gaslight him into thinking he was mushbrained, then she would need that to be supported by the school, and it would be too suspicious to send him in diapers without their being more precedence of him needing to wear them. If all went to plan, then she'd have all the precedence that she needed to move on with her plan.