Story #81: To Turn the Cat in the Pan

Story #81: To Turn the Cat in the Pan (A sequel to 'Cat and Mouse') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, brain drain, mind merge with dirty diaper, diaper sniffing, subjugation, domination, toddler antagonist) Nyhm's mind was aflutter with the imagery of Nibbles' soiled diaper. Every passing thought was tainted by mental messaging of the messy, every whim corrupted by the siren song of that smell. Then as if it wasn't enough to be infatuated with the diaper of another, he also was thoroughly distracted by the warm squishing of the one around his own waist. Millions of dollars worth of professional neural hardware had been bested by a twenty-five cent diaper loaded down with poo. One of the world's most infamous assassins, who had scores of top-tier kills under his belt, had been beaten out by a toddler crapping his pants at just the right moment. It was farcical to consider. It would be a headline that nobody would buy for a moment, and yet, here Nyhm was; crawling on his hands and knees, desperately after the tot's lumpy diaper to hoggishly huff, drooling down his chin while his own diaper bulged behind him with a steamer to call his own. To call it a disgrace was one hell of an understatement. It wasn't just a disgrace, it was a complete besmirching of everything that Nyhm had ever worked for. He might as well have wrapped his resume around his waist and taken that dump on his own career for all that it represented. "This way, poobrain. You want my dookie diaper, don't ya?" Nibbles mocked, waddling ahead of Nyhm. He took a moment to stop and shake his butt at the boy, the lumps in the back of his shortalls shifting loudly inside the confines of his diaper. "There sure are a lotta poopies in there!" The sedative that'd been administered through the pacifier in his mouth was still sapping his strength; too much to walk instead of crawl, too much to complain, and it definitely was too much to fight back against the obsession that was coursing through his hazy mind. His willpower was clouded and he felt it impossible to override the intrusive thoughts that plagued him. He *had* to put his nose right back against those fudged Huggies, even if that meant being led to his doom by the one he'd come here to kill. Nibbles stopped intermittently to pick things off the shelves, not that Nyhm was paying much attention to that; Nyhm was focused on the poopy prize, and so when Nibbles stopped long enough for him to catch up, he was too busy snoofing the smelly diaper like a shameless puppy to realize that something was up. Nibbles leashed the poobrain, with a harness and everything, like he truly was to be just some pitiful pet. The crazed tot actually planned to subjugate him, to permanently ensnare him. "There we go, now I can have an easier time with walking you." After a humiliating crawl back to the entrance of the store, the tot then directed him toward the street, where the tot's ride had shown up for extraction. "I've never had a pet before, but I'm sure I'll do a good job." He heard the toddler tell the driver, before Nyhm got coaxed into entering the car with the back of Nibbles' smelly seat pressed against his nose. Just as had been requested by the tiny assassin, an extra large carseat had been installed; one just big enough for the older boy to get strapped into. Nyhm felt heavenly as he was buckled into it, since he was flat on his mucky butt, and the taut strap coming up the middle was pressing hard against the load in his oversized Pampers. "Nnhh...P-poo-poo so warm...n'squishy..." The boy grinned groggily, drool dribbling down his chin and his eyes glazed over. "Hehe, yup, that's right! Just sit in your doo-doo diaper and relax; we'll be back at HQ in no time!" The driver didn't talk much, though he did end up putting a window between the front and back of the vehicle. With two loaded diapers in the backseat, it was hard to blame him for wanting to avoid the hazardous fumes. Nibbles looked irritated at first, but after seeing what it was doing to Nyhm, the tot smiled and tried to ignore the increasingly bad odor. With ventilation limited, and the backseat made into a confined space, the fumes of the dual dirty diapers were strong. It was making Nyhm get even more spaced out; drool more openly coated his lips and he looked totally zonked, like he'd entered nirvana. There was no reprieve from the message being blasted inside his head. Every solitary thought was devoted to messy diapers and how wonderful they were, how they were all that mattered. Every neuron in his head was being corrupted, one by one, by the data of the soiled diaper that he'd so carelessly assimilated the psychic knowledge of. His power wasn't mean to be used on objects, and far much less were they ever intended to merge his mind with something so disgusting and degrading. It'd be a miracle if the little killer could retain even a fourth of his original mind, as it was gradually transformed. As *he* was transformed, into a permanently poobrained pantspooper. With his mind inundated with the mucky mantra, Nyhm began to rip loud, sloppy farts into his already mushy diaper. Helplessly so, he let long juicy ones sputter, the sounds of which were like a beautiful sonnet to him. It was like an angel's choir, because it was what preceded and accompanied the divinity of self-defecation that he now loved so much. His poopy prayers were answered, and the sloppy rhapsody he'd been performing became much more fruitful. More of the warm droppings began to powerfully plop into his Pampers, working against the odds of having to sit in the carseat while doing it. "Yuck, you're gonna need way bigger diapers. Like, poobrain diapers!" Nibbles teased, pinching his nose and looking at Nyhm's diaper expanding with each vile volley of splattering. "Nghh...Poopie! Make big pushies, big warm squishies!" Nyhm giddily explained, sounding like he was caught in a dream, with a thick slobber accumulating around his mouth. The blond could only feel himself descending further into this lunacy; his cognition was waning, his thoughts fleeting, and his bowels repeatedly emptying. He sucked on his pacifier dutifully, finding a soothing calm that wasn't already achieved by his endless soiling. Time became meaningless to him, which is why it caught him by such surprise when the car had finally come to a halt and the engine had turned off. The door opened, which allowed the fumes to finally escape and dissipate in the open air; the fleeing stench also brought clarity, at least some, to the poobrained boy in thr carseat. Nibbles had already dislodged himself from his own seating, and was discussing with his lackey the urgent need his own bottom had for a diapee change. The toddler sounded less concern about doing the same for his captive, giving a halfhearted 'I guess' when the question of changing Nyhm arose. While the alluring odor was becoming less pungent, the sedative from earlier was also reaching the end of its efficacy. Nyhm's brain might be screwed up from his mental mishap, but the sedative had been making it all but impossible to flex his willpower over the neurological nuisances that'd plagued him. With the sedative no longer in effect, the little assassin was beginning to string real thoughts together, and he was realizing just how precarious this deluded state had left him. The enemy had him captured and subdued, and while Nibbles didn't appear to have any intention of killing him, the toddler did seem serious about assuming ownership of his professional rival in a very real way. He needed to play his next moves very carefully, lest he give Nibbles any reason to divest his interest in keeping Nyhm in one piece. For the time being, that would mean acting as if nothing had changed, and with his thoughts still hazy, that wouldn't be all too difficult for Nyhm to pull off. It couldn't even be called acting, if Nyhm was letting go of his inhibitions. He got unstrapped from the carseat and directed to exit the vehicle; the extremely full diaper made that difficult for him, from a matter of balance, but he finally put his feet on solid ground, just with his legs spread far apart from his poopy padding. From the looks of things, this wasn't really an official HQ, but a safe-house. That was to be expected, since whatever Nibbles truly called home wasn't likely to be in the random city that this contract had been set for. It looked like a cottage on the lake that was just beyond the city limits; it was nice, but not nice enough to draw any undue attention. If anything, it just looked like a lake house that someone would use as a vacation home. "I'll give you a list of everything I need you to pick up; you can go right after you finish up with diaper duty, okay?" Nibbles commanded of the man who had been driving the car. "And you'll be fine alone, with just him?" The man turned his gaze to the drooly dummy with a putrid pantload, to which Nibbles openly laughed. "Worry about him? Why?" "Isn't he the psychic assassin with the neural mods?" Nibbles toddled over to Nyhm and then turned his bulging bottom toward the driver, "His brain got merged with *this*." He said, while smacking his own squishy rear and then giving it a squeeze. "You think I can't handle a kid that turned his brain into a poopy diaper?" Nyhm felt furious, but that rage was uncontrollably quelled by the sound of the squishy diaper underneath his rival's shortalls. It buzzed his brain hard, like a quake across every synapse; it turned his core to jelly. Before the driver had a chance to respond, Nyhm had taken advantage of Nibbles' proximity and had gotten down low to stick his nose right back against that sagging seat. "...See? He might not be a vegetable, but he's not capable of being dangerous anymore. He's pretty much just a house pet." Nibbles led Nyhm into the cottage, using his stinky Pampers like it was a flute and he was the pied piper, and like a good boy, Nyhm couldn't resist following. The interior, at least from the first impression, was that this was a totally normal house. It only looked lightly lived in, which was probably from the last few days that Nibbles had been scoping out his target in the city. As had been established earlier, it was time for a diaper change. The driver started with his 'boss', bringing the exact level of professionalism that one could hope for under the strange circumstances. Once he'd finished with Nibbles, it was time for Nyhm; while he got laid down on the floor, the boy was handed the discarded diaper that his mind had earlier copied, courtesy of the cruel toddler. "Thought you could use a pick-me-up, poobrain. I know it can't be fun to be chasing the carrot without ever getting it." Nibbles mocked, sitting on the couch in his fresh Pampers. Nyhm clutched the precious cargo in his hands, feeling the heavy weight of it in his palms. His first instinct, shameful as it was, was to stick his nose right against it to huff deeply, but his more lucid instinct was to take advantage of the situation. If this dirty diaper had been the very thing that he'd merged his mind with, the thing that had corrupted the data of his brain, then could it also be the solution? Could he use it to reverse the damage that had been done? It was hard to say, since he was in completely unknown waters with this, but it was at least worth the contemplation. The only foreseeable problem was that by trying to reverse the merge, it was possible that he'd instead just scan the diaper to his brain once more, and compound the damage that was being done. It could turn him back to normal, or it could make him twice as poobrained as he was already. As he took in the foul odor with a deep sniff, he had to truly ponder whether or not the risk was worth it; even worse, he had to fight the newfound feelings of hesitation, where he was having trouble even wanting to set erasure upon this new version of himself. He got changed into a new diaper, and Nibbles gave the man a list of things to go procure. "Get the biggest ones you can find; maybe get in touch with a manufacturer, if you can't find anything on the market to these specs." "Of course, I'll get right on it. I'll get what I can for now, but some of these things you'll probably need to wait until we've left." The driver took his leave, which left only the two young assassins in the house, both clad in little more than their freshly taped diapers. Nyhm still had the dirty diaper in his hands, but who knew how long Nibbles would tolerate him keeping it outside the diaper pail? He needed to make a decision, and soon. The boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes; the remnant power of his psionic abilities began to hum to life inside his diaper-addled mind. It was now or never.