Story #64: Cocomelon Colligation

Story #64: Cocomelon Colligation (A Sequel to 'Cocomelon Pop') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, baby clothes, intelligence loss, mental regression, threatened by preschooler, submission) Another day at Sunny Shores Daycare, and another fresh-faced delinquent who'd found himself on the wrong side of the law. Enter Mason, the twelve year old criminal 'mastermind' who was being punished with community service. Several months worth, thanks to a joyride he'd taken in his neighbor's car. The judge hadn't been very impressed when Mason had defended himself by saying 'the stupid bastard shouldn't have left the keys in the ignition.' So, in her unwavering grace, Mrs. Reynolds had agreed to take yet another young crook in to learn the value of responsibility, even though her last one had ended up never quite leaving. She'd read Mason the riot act on his first day, not only laying out the rules of the daycare, but giving her own personal opinions on how Mason should behave. It'd taken all his willpower to keep his eyes from rolling throughout the preachy (literally, at many points) diatribe, so he just absently nodded his head along to everything she said. He'd come in his first day when the daycare wasn't even open, so that the woman could show him some of the duties he'd be expected to fulfill. So Mason spent his first day just cleaning, learning how things were organized, and being taught how he should speak to and treat the denizens of the toddler room. At one point, she'd even made him practice changing a diaper on a baby doll, over and over until she was satisfied with his work. The whole thing was totally lame, as he would tell his friends later that evening, but it was still better than the alternative of being sent to juvie for the same period of time. At least this was more like getting a part time job, except he wasn't getting paid at all for his time or labor, unless 'paying off his debt to society' counted. Mason was late to his first official day on the job, and Mrs. Reynolds scolded him for being tardy, a word that elicited an immature little giggle from the middle school brat. She wasn't pleased with him, but she put him to work, instructing him first to gather the supplies for snack time. Most of the kids in the toddler room didn't pay him much mind, too focused on playing with their toys and with each other. That was totally fine with Mason, who didn't exactly have an interest in interacting with the nasty little booger-eaters. He started to put juice boxes from the fridge onto a tray, when he felt a tug at his pantlegs. Looking down, he saw a 'toddler' that looked a lot bigger than the others. He looked more like someone in pre-k and had a heftier frame. The little boy was dressed in a shirt that didn't quite go far enough down, and shorts that didn't do quite enough to conceal his Huggies. "...Yeah? What do you need?" "You're da' new helper, right? I'm Zach!" "Uh-huh, I'm Mason. I'm here for the next few months." The boy grumbled, closing the fridge and going to the little pantry where the snacks were at. The tot followed behind like a shadow, of which Mason initially thought was simply an annoyance, but in actuality, Zach was sizing the preteen up and determining whether or not he'd be a problem. "Yer' kinda little to be a helper.." The older boy scoffed, "Yeah? Well you're kinda big to still be pooping your pants, don't you think?" Zachary frowned for a brief moment at the comment, mentally noting a strike against him. "That's not nice." He pointed out with a slight sulk, while Mason loaded up the tray with all the snacks. The delinquent shrugged, unmoved by the offence taken. "Just calling it like I see it. Shouldn't you be in the next room by now? Or will they not let you in until you ditch the Pampers?" Zachary narrowed his eyes, keeping close behind Mason. It was true that all kids still in diapers had to remain in the toddler room, which wasn't a problem for most kids, but Zach was going on five, and he was still rubbing elbows with drooling two year olds. "Hmph...W-well, my mommy is *your* boss, so you can't make fun of me! *And* you gotta do whatever I want!" Mason rolled his eyes and lightly lobbed the juice box at Zach, who barely managed to catch it. "Well, I hope what you want is some apple juice and a fruit bar, because that's all you're getting out of me. I don't care if your mom is the president, I'm not getting bossed around by someone like you, twerp." This was a catastrophe! Even Bentley had quickly succumb to sucking up to him, and that'd only taken the threat of tattling, but this new kid just didn't seem to care. Zachary was left dumbstruck, while Mason went and passed around the snack time goodies to the rest of the room. Zach was really straining his noodle to figure something else out, but it suddenly became a lot easier for him: the last 'kid' had arrived for the day. Mason had been so preoccupied with his duties, that he hadn't realized who else was coming in. Mrs. Reynolds had already gone to take care of it, and she was soon leading in a young teenager who was wearing a nursery printed onesie, one which clearly was put atop a very large diaper. The aftermath of spring break, which had only been a couple of months ago, had been interesting to say the least. The woman had found him that morning, his mind completely scrambled and reduced to a far more infantile state; he'd been drooling on himself, slobbering really, and he'd pretty much been wearing an entire diaper pail around his waist. A good dozen of Zachary's dirty diapers were around his waist, with the core being the same one Bentley had refused to change that fateful day, and a pair of mega-stretch plastic pants had been over them; the balled up contents of the diaper pails, the same he'd been told to take out, were snugly deposited inside the plastic pants. It'd been a crazy spectacle to behold, and the woman had been at a loss for how or why it'd occurred. In a freak spout of luck, the parts where Zachary had clobbered Bentley and put him in that ensemble had become lost footage on the security cameras. There had been some type of reboot or crash that'd only bounced them back online after Bentley had spent most of that first day there. So there was no evidence of Zachary's involvement, nor was there any evidence that Bentley had wanted to escape his predicament, as all his attempts had been at the beginning. There was just footage of the teen watching Cocomelon and soiling himself for a week straight. Mrs. Reynolds had blamed the whole thing on drugs, and had crudely considered that he deserved his fate for partaking in something so vile. The way she saw it, Bentley had taken something while working, and then gone absolutely mad from it, resulting in his proceeding actions. She'd offered stiff condolences to the boy's mother, while also hinting that she could raise him a little better this time. In all her sanctimonious grace, she had even offered to let him become an attendant of her daycare at a discounted rate, so that the boy's mother wouldn't have to quit one of her jobs. It was an offer that she couldn't have refused, especially when a psychologist told her that recovery from this state could take a long, long time. Today was the first day of that. It was something she'd forgotten to mention to Mason, but now that 'baby Bentley' was here, it would be time to re-introduce him to all the tots that'd already known him as one of the helpers. "Alright everyone! We have someone new joining our room today, well, someone you already know. I know Bentley was one of the big kids helping out around here, but he did something naughty, and now he's going to have to grow up again. So make sure he feels welcome!" Mason had turned his head at her announcement and had finally seen the teen. It was a shock, to see a boy older than himself, standing there in a get-up that was more infantile than most of the actual toddlers in the room. He was even seriously wearing a diaper! Mason had thought he'd only be having to take care of babies, not literal retards too! The preteen scowled, and Mrs. Reynolds noticed he looked nonplussed from the new occupant. Zachary noticed it too. "Mason, dear, this is the boy that'd been my helper before you. He'll be the one needing help now though." "...Why is he like that? Like, all babied up?" The woman shook her head and tussled the teen's hair, "Much like you, he was very naughty. He took some bad things and it did this to him, which should serve as a lesson to where you might end up if you don't shape up!" Bentley hardly looked aware he was being talked about. He was relentlessly sucking on a large pacifier, drool seeping from every side, and he had a glassy expression that betrayed a distinct lack of intelligence or wit. As if to complete the picture, he carelessly ripped a big fart in his diaper while standing there, the sound of which concluded with the crinkling of his diaper expanding in back. Mason gawked at the sight, which grew worse the more he looked. He was disgusted on some level, but also found it pretty hilarious to see a teenager like this, and a little intriguing too in a morbid way. His staring only ended when he heard the distinct sound of a turd making an exit into Bentley's diaper. "U-ugh, I think he just went in his pants..." The woman put her hand on the newfound lump in the onesie and seemed to be weighing it out, "Hm, yes, his mother mentioned he was going a lot these days. We'll have to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't leak." Mason looked incredulous, "Shouldn't we, uh, change him? He's got poop in his pants!" "Not yet. His mother put him in this big of diapers for a reason, we can't stop and change him every time he has a little oopsie. Now, I need to go make a phone call, can you watch the room by yourself for a few minutes?" It wasn't really a question, it was more like a statement of her expectations, so he just had to nod and let her leave. With 'mommy' gone, that gave Zachary an opening to come prey on Mason's fears, while Bentley was already waddling toward the TV to watch his beloved Cocomelon. "Pretty funny, huh?" He smugly grinned, looking up at Mason. "..Sorta, also kind of scary, that he could just turn into *that*. Just out of the blue..." Zachary's smile broadened and he took a slurp from his juice box. "...Yup! I did it. He was being a meanie head and he wouldn't listen to me. So I turned him into a big, dumb, poopy baby." Mason was less than convinced, "Uh-huh, I'm so sure. What'd you do, wave your imaginary wand at him?" "M'not lying. I did that to him. He never even saw me comin. Maybe you should ask him!" The preteen delinquent shifted his footing. It had been drugs, right? Some snot-nosed preschooler couldn't turn a perfectly normal teen into a tard that crapped himself! But there was something about Zachary's demeanor, about his tone...He was being completely serious, there was nothing playful or joking about it. He gave the wicked tot another doubtful glance and walked over to where Bentley had plopped down on his pantload. "Hey, stinky. Stop watching the baby show for a second, I gotta ask you something." Bentley blinked and looked Mason in the eye. "Good...Now, uh, how did you become all...like... a tard?" Mason crudely posed the question, before recalibrating and reconstructing it: "I mean, like, you used to be normal, right? That little brat over there is saying that he did this to you." Bentley's eyes followed Mason's accusatory finger and he slowly nodded, a small spark of recognition suddenly glowing in his otherwise glassy gaze. The pacifier dropped from his mouth, "Uhhh huh...Make brain go boom-boom!" Punctuating his point was another sloppy rasp in his babypants, which brought forth a mighty messy monsoon of smoldering sludge. "Mmph!..Me use'ta be smarty...Zacky hurty my head...Couldn't stop him..." As the volatile explosion of poop rocked the teen's diaper, that small glimmer of intellect seemed to disappear with it. It had only resurfaced long enough to confirm the person who was responsible for the shameful form he now took, and now Bentley was back to being about as smart as the turd-stuffed tardpants taped around his waist. Mason felt his blood run cold at the vague assertion. There weren't any details, but the mushbrain's stilted account still validated everything that Zachary had just told him. The preteen nervously looked back to the toddler, who was folding his arms in smug superiority. "Time to listen to me, huh? Unless you wanna be sittin' there nex' to him soon, you're gonna do *everything* I say." Mason gulped, but begrudgingly gave an affirmative nod. This was Zachary's daycare and he better learn quickly to play nice.