Story #99: Pamps that Crinkle-Crankle-Crinkle

Story #99: Pamps that Crinkle-Crankle-Crinkle (A sequel to 'The Buckaroo With Huggeroos') (Content Tags: Humiliation, slice of life, messy training pants, messy diapers, academic struggles) "So you're really from Texas? What's it like, do you ride horses to school?" "What's square-dancing?" "Are there just tumbleweeds everywhere? And old saloons?" "Have you ever seen a rattlesnake?" Huck's first day at school had been a heck of a success. Similarly to the neighbors around the culdesac, the kids at school had been full of curiosity toward how life was in the state that he'd come from. All they seemed to know were the stereotypes, and while Huck should have been a little more honest, he found it okay to play to their imagination. He'd make sure not to take it too far, but what was the harm in a few tall tales? Embellishing for the sake of spinning a yarn was a Texas tradition! His heavy accent and exaggerated manner of dress helped to sell every word as gospel, while also serving to be icebreakers themselves. The only downsides that he'd noticed on his first day was that he was a skip and a hop behind his peers in class; as it turned out, the education system of his home-state didn't have the same academic rigor as the one he'd moved to. It hadn't been a problem on the first day, since very little happened in his classes, but just hearing about what they would learning and what they were already expected to know... It'd be a struggle to keep pace. The other problem was something that'd been more expected, and there was less he could really do to rectify it: the changing of his pants. At his old school, he was able to go and get cleaned up in the nurse's office without much fuss; if he happened to dook in his britches in class, then he'd just say he wasn't feeling well and the teacher would allow him to leave without even needing a pass. During this first day, he'd made it most of the day, up until his reading class. Those waffles had come home to roost, and the boy had made a big bulging load in his training briefs. He was no stranger to being discreet about it, so he'd quietly pressed his hiny against the seat of his chair and flattened out any lumps that might show through his jeans. After that was taken care of, he'd gone up to the teacher's desk. Since his fellow classmates were quietly reading, Huck made sure to keep his tone soft as he asked to be excused from the class. She'd looked at him blankly and asked where he needed to go, and once he'd replied 'the nurse', he'd gotten back a 'what for?' It was at this point that Huck had realized that his teacher had no clue that he was wearing something other than underpants. At his old school, his mama had been friends with the principal, so his condition had been known by the staff and properly accommodated for. That being said, his accidents had never been put in his student record. It was a bit of an oversight, since his parents should have contacted the new school about it, but they'd probably thought that it was on his file too. So Huck had told his teacher that he wasn't feeling well, and the woman had callously informed him that unless he was about to throw up, then he needed to sit back down and get back to his reading. Huck already knew that wasn't an option; the cloth trainers weren't great at muting the odor of his pooped pants for very long periods. So he swallowed his pride and gestured toward a pen and paper on her desk. With a raised eyebrow she slid them over and Huckleberry bashfully wrote down: "I pooped my pants." That got a reaction, though to the woman's credit, she kept things professional. Instead of simply allowing him to leave though, she took the time to write him a nurse's pass, where she clearly stated on it that he'd 'soiled himself' in her classroom. He got some basic directions and finally departed. As if that experience wasn't awkward enough, the nurse also had no clue that she should be expecting to clean up an eleven year old. She wasn't rude about it and seemed fairly sympathetic at first, but was more quizzical when his jeans came off and his trainers got revealed. This wasn't some random accident from first-day jitters; no, this was something that happened with regularity. She helped him get cleaned up, but didn't do it all herself like he would have expected. Instead, she gave him baby wipes and access to the little bathroom in her office, while she went to call his parents about what was going on. While Huck struggled to change himself, he could hear snippets of the conversation, but he wouldn't have a better idea of what was said until later. The nurse bagged up the messy 'briefs', but mentioned that it was policy that he wear something disposable if this was an ongoing matter. The call home had indeed revealed that this was an everyday occurrence, and while that would have larger consequences later, for the moment it meant that he had to tug on a generic pair of 'Pull-Ups' made for someone his age. Much like the disposable diapers that he'd been forced to start adapting to, he didn't much care for these Pull-Ups either. They didn't breathe as well as his own trainers, and they felt a little scratchy, not to mention the subtle little noises they made... When he later got home that day, he heard more about what that phonecall had been concerning. His toileting problems were indeed not on his student file, and that meant that there would need to be a meeting about what accommodations would be necessary for the boy. Something about IEPs and 504s that he couldn't really follow. A mischievous glimmer in his eyes had preceded the question of whether or not he'd have to miss school until that meeting, but unfortunately that would not be the case. He would continue class normally until next week, which was apparently the soonest that the meeting could be had. Much like today, he'd go to the nurse's office to change, but without the paperwork squared away, he'd have to handle things himself. He'd also need to start wearing something disposable by next week too, assuming that the meeting went the way it looked like it would. His teachers would at least get a memo in their email about letting him go to the nurse. The next couple of days were mostly fine. He had less resistance in being allowed to leave class when needed, though he still got a 'look' from several of his teachers about it. The chasm of education level was starting to become a little more apparent though, and he had to work a lot harder to keep up. This was the start of fifth grade, but the standard kept by his old school meant that his fourth grade education was more like third grade; worse, his fundamentals were a lot more sloppy from the grades even below that. He wasn't stupid, but he was definitely behind where he should be. He kept his struggle quiet, so his academic inadequacies weren't yet very apparent to his teachers or his classmates. The last thing he wanted was to get labeled as a 'dumb bumpkin' or something like a southern stereotype. The lack of toilet training wouldn't help assuage that none either. Getting caught with poo-packed britches would exacerbate the image of being ignorant to much higher heights. It was still too early in the semester for any of that to be a problem, so he tried to push it away from his mind for the moment. Instead his focus would be on making friends and settling in, and that part was still going quite well for him. There were a few classmates that seemed less impressed with him being 'exotic' or his tough-guy act, but Huckleberry had shrugged it off as not being able to please everybody. They hadn't actively caused any problems for him, at least not yet. Thursday was when he'd first realized that he might have an actual issue. One of his new classmates had invited him to come over Friday evening, along with a few other boys, to play video games and likely sleep over. Huck hadn't done many sleepovers for pretty obvious reasons, and he liked to keep his play dates brief for those same reasons. Back home, once he'd become close enough friends with someone, then he'd eventually allow them to know what he wore under his pants, but those types of friends were few and far between and those friendships were months upon months in the making. He'd only just met this kid a few days ago, and while he seemed nice enough now, there was no telling what he'd do with the knowledge of Huck's embarrassing little problem. Huck didn't outright refuse the offer, but he did give a noncommittal answer that he'd have to ask his parents about it. A part of him wanted to accept, since it did sound like it'd be a lot of fun, but all he could think about was what would happen if he dropped a cow-pie in his pants while over there. Later that afternoon, after school had gotten out for the day, the boy was still mulling it over while he attempted to do his homework at the kitchen table. Right across from him was his sister, who was doing the same. While the girl should be struggling the same with the work as he did, since she got the same subpar schooling, she wasn't really having any issues. Being in second grade meant that there was less of a gap that could have already been made between her and her peers, but Megan was also just more academically inclined. Huck hated to say that she was smarter, since he didn't think it was true in an active way, but he couldn't deny that she was certainly beyond where he'd been at the same age. If he was a year behind where he should be, then she was a year ahead. Which only made it all the more embarrassing when she went and asked him for some help with her homework. "Hey, Huck, can you look at this and tell me if I got it right?" Fractions. Why did it have to be fractions? That section had been something that he'd been absolutely abysmal in! The boy bit his lip and gave a shrug, "Uhh...Sure, lemme' take a lookie-loo at it." His blank expression didn't fully betray just how hard the gears were trying to turn inside his head. He knew that he should know this, and he'd done work like this before, but he simply hadn't retained any of it! Fractions, past the time they were first learned, were sporadic in their use at school, so they weren't something he kept up to snuff. "Well, uh, ya carry the two over and...uhhh.." He tapped at the paper with his pencil and his little sister looked like she was losing her patience as each unhelpful moment passed by. "...Do ya know it or not? Weren't you learnin' the same stuff three years ago?" For Huck, his class hadn't even dug into fractions until midway through third grade! And with 'no child left behind', he'd graduated to fourth grade without really displaying a mastery of the subject. "Y-yeah, well, we don't use it as much in older grades, so I just need to think about it fer' a moment! Why don't you go ask mama? I got my own homework to do!" She wasn't buying his excuse for even a moment. The little girl cracked a smug little grin, "You don't even know how to do it, Huck! Maybe they shoulda' sent you back to my class instead of putting you in fifth." The teasing got his blood to boil. "I know how to do it, Megan! I'm jus' not gonna do your work for you!" "You should get a whoopin' for all that fibbin'." The girl plainly stated, a bemused look still on her face. "Not that you'd feel it with them Pampers on yer' butt. Maybe they should send you back to Kindergarten instead! Or preschool!" "Why you little..." The boy furrowed his brow and started to fidget in his chair, the diaper underneath his pants crinkling loudly in response. "Don't know fractions, don't know the potty...How am I wrong, diaper boy? You already sound like a big dumb baby with those babypants makin' all that noise!" "I know how ta' do fractions! And I know how to use the potty! I just...You don't..." He stammered and started to get red in the face, he stood up with his hands flat on the table and exclaimed: "...I'm not a big dumb baby!" In his anger, his body had decided to give a fitting reaction, and with a juicy fart, his bowels took this opportunity to fully evacuate themselves into his diaper. He didn't really realize it as it was happening though, and aside from the gassy outburst, the noise of his diaper filling up wasn't super noticeable over his raised voice. The smell though wasn't so subtle. Only a few moments after he'd gotten worked up and Megan was wrinkling her nose at a stench that was starting to waft through the air. The girl pinched her nose shut, "...Eww! Huck, did you just poop?" Huckleberry thought his sister was just mocking him, so he grumbled and got defensive about it. "No! Stop tryin' to make funna me! I din't dook on myself and you know it!" The younger girl scoffed, "Do *you* know it, baby-butt?" "I din't do that! I think I would know if..." His own nose suddenly twitched once the fumes of his disgrace caught up with him. His face got red and a hand gently went back to probe his seat. "Mama! Huckleberry made a big poop in his Pampers!"