Story #100: Vacancy and Occupancy

Story #100: Vacancy and Occupancy (Content Tags: Severe brain drain, surreal horror, dark ending, deserving victim, mind merge with messy diapers, rich versus poor, girl versus boy) The club's name was a little on the nose. The 'Genius Club' came across as more than a little arrogant, and it didn't really betray the clever wordplay that one would expect from a top mind of the academy. The bluntness of it was intentional to some degree, merely as a means of best massaging the ego of its members. And none had the ego like Blair Wellington, who was the currently presiding president of the club. He had amazing grades, yes, and genuinely was at least *somewhat* intelligent, but more importantly than that was the fact that he came from a very rich family. Those top-notch grades of his were bought, otherwise he'd be a solid 'B-' student, but he didn't seem to circle that square. The same went for all of the members of the genius club, who all were from well-off families and who all only had middling intellects It wasn't much of a surprise. This academy had a yearly tuition that basically required a parent to be comfortably a millionaire. There were few exceptions to that, which was where Luna came in. Luna was a brilliant girl, and she was the only one at the academy that had gotten a full ride from her academic merit, rather than the net worth of her last name. She came from a middle-class household, but a scholarship had come her way after she'd shown herself to be extremely intelligent. That's why she had gone to seek membership in the 'Genius Club', with the idea that she'd be around like-minded bastions of intelligence and wit. It'd been an arduous IQ test, but she'd gotten an amazing score. Her application had been refused. It'd been *vehemently* refused, and the sadistic smirk on Blair's face made it clear that it'd been a purely presidential decision. When she'd caught him alone and asked him about it, he'd outright made reference to the fact that not only was Luna a *girl*, but she was poor too. So even though her IQ was significantly higher than everyone in the club, she was being excluded for juvenile and petty reasons. The girl had never been so angry in her life. It was such a petty injustice to be unfairly excluded for such things as her gender or her social class, when she could wipe the floor with all the boys in the stupid club! They might have been smart for the standard of their grade level, but they weren't the geniuses that they considered themselves. Most people would wash their hands of the whole thing and walk away, but Luna wasn't like most people. Her vast intellect had eroded her capacity for compassion or understanding, and this newest irritation was a perfect time in her eyes to flex those IQ points in a dastardly manner. She wouldn't just be in the genius club, no, she'd becime the president of it! And she'd keep those witless hacks in line with hervruling by fear. As for Blair, he wouldn't just demote him to a rank and file member; no, the president of the club deserved to be demoted from any position that betrayed even an iota of brainpower. She would reduce him to a mentally vacuous pet. There were many ways to go about it, but she had to weigh the pros and cons of each one. Her first consideration was to simply lobotomize Blair and assume his role by asserting her power, but that lacked the build-up and the pizzazz that this called for. Blair had to be made to understand the folly of his ways, even if he'd never be given a chance to make up for it. She decided that before she would usurp his power, that first she would have his decision get overruled by the rest of his little committee of idiots. Blair was the president, but three others served as the right-hand men, and their votes combined were worth more than his. . Luna didn't have the same fire in her heart to destroy them like she planned to destroy their leader, so instead of doing something exceedingly cruel, she opted for the simple route of mind control. It was a simple task for someone like her who was an *actual* genius; just hypnotic programming from a little homebrewed device. She applied to the club again, and this time she got in, much to Blair's explicit disapproval. The bratty blond, being the smartest and richest of his group, was used to being heeded on all matters, so to be outvoted here was something that almost prompted a public tantrum. The best part was that the three boys that she'd brainwashed were completely unaware that the choice had been made for them. They genuinely thought that they'd changed course of their own volition; when nudged on it by Blair, they'd even have answers ready to give him that fit the parameters of their personality and thought process. They made excellent pawns for her scheme, which is why she'd use them again for the next step in her plan. After a couple of meetings, where she'd obviously gotten the cold shoulder from Blair and most of the other club members, she'd outright mentioned that perhaps it was time to elect a new president for the club. Blair predictable went absolutely berserk over that little suggestion. The anger wasn't apparent at first, since he'd smugly laughed it off, but once his three board members agreed that it sounded fair, the boy had looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Being overruled once more, it was officially decided that a new election would be held to see whether or not Blair would retain his position after all this time. The rich brat had cornered her after that meeting and cut into her over the disruption she was causing. He tried to keep a smug demeanor, but was noticeably frazzled by the debacle; the crux of his argument was true though, that even if his council wasn't in lockstep with him, that the rest of the club would overwhelmingly vote for him to remain the leader. Luna had given him her best smile and simply said: "Well, we'll see who the best person for the job is. May the best 'genius' win." Now, if emasculating Blair was enough, then she would have just brainwashed the rest of the members in the same way that she'd done the others, but that wasn't good enough. She was the only one bold enough to run against Blair, but she'd make sure that when it came time to vote, that there was no other realistic option than her. The vote would be a week past the meeting where the election had been announced and neither candidate saw any reason to campaign. Blair thought he had it in the bag and Luna *knew* she had it in the bag. Even if they hated her and adored him, they wouldn't dare vote for the shameful shambling wreckage of what would remain of their precious president. She spent that week making all the necessary preparations, all while Blair continued to harass her for daring to oppose him. The more that Blair tried to push against her, the more severe Luna decided his fate should be. If he'd just accepted that sometimes not everyone is willing to kiss the ring, then perhaps she would have at least not made it permanent, but his narcissistic entitlement wouldn't allow him to stop. What had started as a plan for a temporary humiliation had warped and twisted into a permanent punishment; instead of just making him a dunce, she now planned to make him into an absolute caricature of idiocy and submission. It was what he deserved. Midway through the week, Blair had apparently been so confident that he'd insisted on a rule that whoever lost would have to be the winner's 'slave' for the rest of the semester. It was obviously a dig at Luna, that due to her lack of wealth, that she was only fit for a servile role. She'd heartily accepted though! The day of the election, with only an hour before the club would meet, Luna needed to find her opponent. Fortunately, he came to her on his own, though without any knowledge that it'd be the last mistake he'd have the cognition to considered at fault for. "Still time to drop out, loser. I've already talked to everyone in the club and *nobody* is going to vote for you; a rich boy deserves to be president, not a poor girl." She hid her intentions and grinned, "Shouldn't it be whoever is the most intelligent? It *is* the 'genius club', isn't it?" "Yeah, well, that's me too. I don't care what IQ tests say, no girl that comes from a dirty hovel is smarter than me. So this is your last chance to get out without becoming my little dancing monkey." "No...I'd say that this was *your* last chance, rich boy. You're used to being pampered and having everybody bow down to you, but not anymore; you'll still be 'Pampered', but you'll be the one doing the bowing..." Blair didn't get a chance to rebut her claim. One spritz from a concealed bottle and the boy had been put in a temporary daze; with him more docile, she was able to lead him off to an empty special ed classroom where she'd earlier stowed her supplies and where some of the supplies would already be present. She had the boy strip down and in place of the expensive threads that he'd worn, she got him powdered and taped into the thickest pair of tardpants that she could find in the room. Finally, she put a collar around his neck and attached a leash to it, before tying the leash next to the diaper pail to keep the boy secure. Finally, while he was still malleable, she got him to sign some documents that she'd printed out earlier, that would make all of this a lot smoother in the long-run. It was just in time too, as the stupor that Blair had been put into was now fading. As he came too, he groaned and rubbed at his head in confusion; a little squirming where he sat and the rustling of his garment caused even more confusion. "...What the hell am I wearing..." He murmured, squinting down at the puffy white 'underwear' that had been forced upon him. "A diaper. Not just any diaper either; that's a **retard** diaper. Fitting for someone as empty-headed as you, I'd say." Luna plainly informed as she began to fish out something from behind the desk. She came back with a cord and a piece of headgear. Unceremoniously, she put the helmet on her captive and hooked the cord into it. "Diaper?! I'm not a retard, you stupid wench!" She clicked her tongue, "Such a dirty mouth on you, not very becoming of a president. Now, why don't we make you as awful on the outside as you are on the inside, hmm?" The girl opened the diaper pail behind him and attached a weighted ball to the other end of the cord, before dropping it into the pail, where it could sink down among all the filthy diapers within. "I considered brain surgery to make you into my pet, but that just seemed so *pedestrian*. Someone like you deserves more creativity! So instead, I'm going to merge your intellect with everything inside this stinky can of poopy diapers. It'll mutate your mind into something befitting of the pompous jerk that you are." The wealthy lad sneered, obviously not believing that the girl was capable of doing something that sounded so preposterous. "Yeah right, like you even could do something like that. Even so, my family is going to sue the crap out of your family for what you've already done." Luna held up some papers with his signature attached, "Mm, I don't think so. You signed this, which states that you voluntarily agreed to become my little pet poobrain through whatever transformation I see fit. It's an ironclad contract." The boy got quiet as he squinted to see that his signature was indeed written on every page of the extensive document, though he didn't remember signing it. "Say goodbye to your position, Blair. I doubt the genius club will want a retard as their president, especially the kind that you're about to be. You'll still be allowed in the meetings of course, but only as my pet." Luna flipped the switch on the helmet. Immediately, the helmet was scanning all of the 'data' contained within the loaded diaper pail, and it was forcibly merging all of it into Blair's brain. Every thought, every synapse, and every neuron were being overwritten by the messy diapers. His consciousness would remain his own, so he'd forever be aware of the degeneration he'd suffered, but he'd never be capable of overcoming the way his brain was fundamentally being rewired. Luna watched Blair's expression slacken as the intelligence left his eyes; the boy's mouth hung open and his chin began to grow wet with slobber; similarly, his nose began to leak as well, leaving twin green streaks. "Mmm..nnn...poopie.." He quietly muttered, his brain seemingly having a difficult time in adjusting to all the mutations that it was going through and latching on to the one obsession that he'd be left with by the end. Luna allowed the device to continue for a few more minutes, at least until she was convinced that every last brain cell had been completely corrupted by the miasma of the open pail. She then turned it off and took the helmet off of Blair's head. "And how do we feel? Still feeling up to an election?" Blair tilted his head, one eye squinting lazily as a gassy trumpeting came from down below. "Nnghh...What...You...Make...Me.." It took every ounce of self-control to say even that much. Luna laughed and unclipped the leash from the pail, so that she could instead walk her new 'pet' down to the room where the genius club met. "I already told you, rich boy. You're just my pet retard now. All that 'class' and 'dignity' didn't get you very far, now did it? Now, why don't we go and see how all your little sycophants vote; something tells me that your position is about to be as vacant as your mind. Don't worry though, it'll soon be occupied, just like your diaper." "Diapee? Me no poo-poo diapee!" Blair argued, his vocabulary decimated to being an infant at best. Right after saying that, while on his hands and knees, he suddenly shuddered and grunted. The boy's pudgy stomach heaved and drool began to drop onto the floor as another wet bout of flatulence rasped out. Luna watched as the back of his diaper started to tent out with a rock-solid turd; another juicy fart and the heavy steamer plopped into the garment with a gentle crinkle. "Nnhhghhh! P-poopie! Make poopie!" He announced, a big snot bubble bursting from his nostril during the strain. He reached behind himself to feel the hot lump and started to rub the seat of his diaper. "L-love poopie? Why love poopie?" His nose perked up next, while Luna got him outfitted into a harness. Before she could finish, he was doing his best to stand and stick his nose into the diaper pail. If he had a tail to match his collar, then it'd be wagging. Luna let out another laugh as she finished re-leashing him and tugged at the leash to move the former 'genius' along. "Don't worry, you'll get to spend plenty of time with your 'poopies'. Those diapers are huge, so you'll probably only get one change a day; we'll have to outsource that part to our club's 'lesser' members..." The girl walked Blair down the school hall like she was taking her dog out for a stroll; Blair was really only mentally capable of crawling along the floor now, with his puffy bottom swaying behind him, and with toots helplessly coming out at every slovenly step. Twenty minutes ago, Blair had undeniably been the top dog at this school; he was the smartest, and the most wealthy, but now... There was a profound silence when the pair came through the door; the genius club was full, but nobody could get a peep out at what they were seeing. Here came their glorious leader, the one who had commanded the utmost respect, and his flabby frame was crawling along the floor like an animal! He was wearing a giant diaper and letting himself get walked around on a leash! Drool and snot were all over his vacuous expression! Luna broke the tension, "Now, I know we all came here to vote today, but I'm not really sure if that's necessary. My opponent here is clearly not fit for even the lowest position in this institution, let alone being fit for presiding over it." The boys in the room began to exchange glances and some whispered to eachother, at first thinking this must be some sort of crude joke. "But, if we really still need a farce to call democracy, then fine. My speech is as follows: I'm the most intelligent person here and my opponent is a drooling retard that likes to smell his own poop. How about you, Blair? Want to give your speech before the voting starts?" The beastly boy managed to get up on his hindquarters, which was as good as he could do in his new state. The feeling of the warm turd in his pants made it harder for him to focus than it already had been, but he valiantly battled on; he couldn't let Luna usurp him! He had to make sure everyone still knew that he was the best, that he was the smartest! "Nnghh...Me...still...smarty! Me gots money! Me boss! Me--" A gurgling fart interrupted his rebuttal and his expression began to twist up. The moron's drooly tongue lolled out of his mouth and he started to loudly grunt without any semblance of shame or volume control. His face got red and his body completely shuddered as he passed the precipice. **FRRRRTBLART! PHHBBBFFFFFT!** He scrunched up his face in strain and another giant turd descended into his diaper with a muffled crackling; it was truly gargantuan, easily the circumference of a coke can, and as it ran out of room to tent his seat out, it started to coil up like a giant pile of rope. "ME LOVE POOPIE! WARM SQUISHY! STINKY SQUISHY! VOTE FOR POOPIE!" It was by this point that the dark reality begun to wash over the audience. This was no joke or ruse, their prestigious president had been reduced to a Pamper-packing poobrain. The face of the genius club was rosy-cheeked and straining, it was snotty and drooly. Once Blair had pinched the loaf, which must have been at least a foot-and-a-half long, he allowed himself to plop back onto his rump with a squelch. In front of everyone, he couldn't resist but to enjoy the sticky warmth of the BM that he'd just made in his tardpants. The pudgy pooper scooted back and forth on his squishy bottom, making gross mucky sounds with each movement. He was aware how it must look, but he couldn't override the impulse. He was completely obsessed with his own poop now; it was something that had permeated every last component of his thoughts. Even while wallowing in his steaming deposit, he was still cutting farts at an impressive rate. Luna put on a cheerful grin and clapped her hands together. "What a lovely speech from the current president of the club. Now why don't we go ahead and vote? Winner will be president, and the loser will be the club's pet." As much as the boys hated Luna, they hated the idea of calling that retard their president even more. There was no loyalty to be had; allegiance would be shifted to their new leader, and they'd follow her every edict, likely from the fear of being so grotesquely transformed into an animal like Blair had been. With all the votes cast, Luna was the new head of the genius club and Blair had been reduced to pantsfilling pet; Luna even mentioned getting a feeding bowl with his name on it. "Don't be disappointed, Blair. I know how much being president meant to you...Why don't you be our president of 'poopies'? How's that sound?" Another violent eruption in his diaper was all the answer that she needed.