LS7: Mad Science- Part III: Frank the Poo-Brained

PART III: FRANK THE POO-BRAINED The two diapered slaves happily went about their tasks, giving Thaddeus a free moment to soak in the glory of his victory thus far. He so rarely had the chance to let his brilliance flow freely of pesky ethical concerns, or any filters of showing maturity in his subject matters. He'd prepared all of this stuff on the dark fantasy of getting to destroy his bullies, but providence had shone down on him his night and offered them up on a silver platter. "Here's your juice box, Thad! I put the straw in for you, I hope that's okay!" Chirped Sidney, gleefully shoving the juice at Thad. "Can I do anything else for you? Anything at all?" Pushing his spectacles up and taking the juice box, he gave a condescending grin. "I'm sure I'll think of something you can do for me, Sid. Don't worry. Just enjoy the show for now." Thad saw that Zane was finished taping Quinn's body into a thick diaper, leaving him in only that as his sole garment. "Good job. Now, why don't you go grab our final test subject?" Meanwhile, at the cage, Frank had spent the last hour trying everything he could to find a weakness in the structure of his prison. It was a futile effort, and one by one, he'd watched his friends dragged off to some unknown fate by the zombified Zane. His nerves were flayed, burning and screaming that he was running out of time. The cage opened. The figure on the other side might not have had an ax or a hood to hide his sins from god, but he was the executioner and the dark depths of the lab were the guillotine. Frank screamed and tried to run for it, just like all the others, and he failed just like them too. Zane grabbed him and held on tight, all tortured pleas falling short of recognition. The scene awaiting Frank, once he'd been taken over the threshold of depravity, the one that separated the laboratory into the world of hypothetical and the world of practice, was a maddening portrait of a boy's twisted wit. Quinn mindlessly sitting in a diaper; Calvin rigged up above James, both diapered, with Calvin noisily farting and very obviously pooping himself repeatedly, and with Thaddeus sitting in that swivel chair with Sidney by his side. "Welcome to the party. You're the last to arrive, prefer to be fashionably late, do we? Weren't too worried that your punishment would only become worse the longer you remained obstinate? Well, don't worry about it. Everyone was given the experiments that they deserved, regardless of what order they came to me in." Frank, besides Zane, had been the more physical of the group. He was more lean, but also more athletic, which was why he was on both the wrestling team and the track team. He was also almost cliche in acting like a jerky jock. The ginger bristled and squirmed against Zane's grip on him, "..Why you little...! Once I get out of this, I'm going to show you a world of pain, tubby." Thaddeus looked amused and he came up to the loudmouthed bully. He got up on his tippy-toes and gave Frank a little slap to the cheek, "Frank, Frank, Frank... Or is it 'Frank the Tank'? Doesn't really matter. You always make fun of me for being a little on the heavy side, or for not being sporty, but that's just because you're insecure, isn't it?" The genius gestured for Zane to walk the boy further in, "You also loved to talk about how I poop in my pants. A chubby kid with dumpy diapers could never be the coordinated stud that you are, right?" He gave another hand gesture, this time waving his wrist down, and Zane responded by forcing Frank to sit on the cold tiled floor. "Let's even the playing field a little. First though, I think that you should be better acquainted with the dumpy diapers you love to point out so much. I'd hate for you to be so vocal without the proper firsthand knowledge of the subject matter." Thaddeus dropped his pants and stepped out of them; he lifted the back of his lab coat, showing his own diaper, which Sidney was giddily eyeballing. The genius started to squat down, the back of his diaper brushing against Frank's bulbous nose. Frank started to argue, but his words were drowned out by a sudden gurgling fart that wetly sputtered into the garment. It was a beautifully terrible reflection. Calvin's diaper was getting copiously loaded right above James, and the same was about to happen a few feet away, with Thaddeus and Frank. The only true spectator was Sidney, who shifted in his own squishy Pampers in a jealous tizzy. The genius offloaded an awful lot. Each mushy geyser preceded by a juicy eruption of flatulence; the diaper sagged and stained from the putrid pile, and Frank's nostrils burned from the pungent fumes that emerged, like the vile cloud of a smokestack for a poop factory. Thaddeus finally finished and let out a sigh of relief. His orchestra of defecation having ceased, but the lab still remaining 'musical' with the stylings of Calvin's own finest works. The genius bent his knees further and sat his hot, squishy seat right across Frank's face. He could feel the vibrations of Frank trying to shout from underneath, and in rebuttal, he started to gyrate his rump around. "A lot different than smelling it from afar, isn't it? You're learning so much! That's pretty acquainted, but still not enough. To understand something, you can't just experience it. You have to really get into the mindset of it. Lucky for you, I have the perfect solution, and after that, we can start on the other part of your experiment." Thaddeus raised himself back off of Frank, who was now coughing and groaning, desperate to get the scent out of his nose. He snapped his fingers, and Zane laid Frank onto the ground fully. "Sidney, be a lamb and retrieve the pacifier that I used earlier on you. For the next part to work right, Frankie here will need to be smaller. A shame that 'Frank the Tricycle' doesn't roll off the tongue the same, eh?" Sid was eager to please. He got off his squishy butt and toddled off in a hurry, heading over to the table where James was currently being forced to endure underneath the stink of Calvin's ever-expanding seat. As he bent down to grab the discarded nuk with his stubby little fingers, he heard what sounded like a crackling thunderbolt followed by a fire-hose flood of semi-solid sludge. Glancing up, he could see Calvin's dazed and strained face taking on a more comforted expression. The smell of his own droppings was hot boxing him into a retarded stupor, and the intermittent feeding of the prune mash was keeping production steady. Meanwhile, Sidney might not have been able to see how James was faring, but he could see the counter growing on the lumpy diaper's display. Sidney smirked and pushed again, looking satisfied as he watched the number on the diaper increase slightly from the extra lump made in his own onesie. The boy wasted no other time with the terrible trio, quickly making his way back and handing the pacifier to Thaddeus. "Such a good helper you are." Thad praised, taking the pacifier and changing out the reservoir that housed the proprietary fountain of youth that he'd nonchalantly thrown together. He stuck the pacifier in Frank's mouth, mostly glad to finally shut the noisy lunk up. "Now, while Frank shrinks down, I'll need help with something else. Fetch the supplies from near the computer, I'm in need of changing." What splendid luck! Was someone as awesome as Thaddeus really letting a lowly dummy like Sid do something as important as changing his diaper? It was a dream come true, like meeting a celebrity! Sidney got the diaper bag, and by the time he returned, Thaddeus was lying on the floor next to Frank, who was now the same age as Thad. "Do a good job, Sidney. I'd hate to be disappointed in you." The pressure was on! Sidney sat down next to Thad and started to untape the diaper, trying to keep his admiration of the loaded babypants in check, so that he wouldn't be distracted. "Wow, you did such a good job! Its sooo full! Super stinky too!" Sidney got the new diaper onto his idol and clutched the heavy one in his hands. He pressed the fuming garment to his nose and took several big whiffs, "Y-your genius is unmatched..! Your b-brilliance superior to everyone else!" The blond praised, hopelessly hypnotized and obsessed. "Put the diaper down, Sid. We need it for the next part." Sidney took one last huge, desperate huff of the dumpy diaper and got a giant happy grin. He obediently placed the diaper on the ground between the two prone boys. "Yes sir, of course..." "Good. Now Sid, I also need the helmet that I used on Quinn." One overenthusiastic jaunt back and forth had the helmet in the hands of the scientist. Thad recalibrated the setting and took a cord from the helmet that had a nodule of sorts at the end. The helmet itself was put on the newest regressed victim, and the node of the cord was affixed to the dirty diaper. Another flip of the switch. However this time, instead of transferring a mind to a diaper, he merged the mind with the dirty diaper. Every facet of him, every neuron, every little thought; it was all corrupted, all consumed by the interweaving data of the two incompatible materials. "Yrrggghhh..! P-poopie! Poopy diapers are all...all I can think...bout..C-can't get them...outta my head.." He groaned, the pacifier slipping from his mouth, followed by an involuntary river of slobber. "I said you needed to get in the mindset, didn't I? A real 'walk a mile in my Huggies' kind of deal. Now you're as mentally intimate with the subject as is humanly possible. But something is still missing..." Thaddeus, in his faux contemplation, pretended to be really mulling over what else needed to be done. "..Oh, that's right! You're the right height, but you're just too gosh darn skinny to fit in my diapers! We need to put a little meat on those bones." Thaddeus stuck the pacifier back into Frank's mouth, but changed the setting first. The other formula in there was a laboratory grown, impossibly caloric, genetic engineering fluid. Frank's physique changed right before their eyes; he was getting fatter and fatter as he sucked on the pacifier, until he was a bit heavier than Thaddeus. "There we go. Now Frank the Fatty is just the right size. I know the wordplay isn't as good as 'Fat-teus', but I work with what I can get. Go ahead and put the diaper on him, Zane." The merge finally concluded, and every thought that bounced around in his skull was being corrupted by an unsavory source. It was all that Frank could think about, which drew his attention back to the gassy sonnet between Calvin and James. While he was distracted, Zane got Frank fully stripped of his now oversized clothes and lifted Frank's butt off the ground; Zane unfurled the foul diaper and slid it underneath Frank, before lowering him back onto it with a sickening squish. With nimble fingers, it was taped back into place within moments. The two not only shared similar bodies now, but dirty diapers. "Alright Zane, why don't you get the pudgy poobrain some plastic pants for his hand-me-down dirty diaper. I think my other experiments are ready to finish." Frank kept murmuring mindlessly about poopy diapers and started to make some fudge in what was now his own diaper, before Zane led him off to be further dressed. Thaddeus snapped his fingers, and the mechanical hands finally begun to ease up on their captives. --------- (Continued in Part 4!)