Story #39: Why You Should Always Wear a Helmet (Illustration)

Story #39: Why You Should Always Wear a Helmet (Content Tags: Severe brain damage, messy and wet diapers, nose-picking, cruelty, bleakness, no happy ending) A thick slobber coated his chin, seeping forth from a toothless maw, and mindlessly, he continued to prod his finger up his nose to partake in a booger buffet. Strapped around his neck was a soggy drool-bib, and around his head was an embarrassing piece of protective headgear. The colorful, plastic helmet he had to wear every day was a cruel, ironic reminder of how he'd been reduced to this humiliating state in the first place. He'd been far too 'cool' for helmets, but that certainly wasn't the case now; now they were a daily component to his attire, alongside diapers of great girth. Just last year, he'd been one of the most popular kids at school. He'd been an athlete and a narcissistic showboat, but now his physical capabilities had diminished almost as much as his mental capacity; he wasn't doing crazy BMX tricks on his bike or catching any footballs now, and it showed with the pudge that had grown around what used to be his muscles. He'd been so full of himself, but now the only thing that was consistently full was the backside of his big, puffy 'tardpants', as the less-than-empathetic kids at his school called them. They weren't really wrong, even if they were needlessly cruel in their taxonomy of him; he was a retard now, through and through. He picked his nose, drooled relentlessly and was constantly farting and violently, copiously shitting in his giant diapers; his IQ had been basically reduced to that of a particularly dimwitted toddler. He was a 'Special Ed Pamper-Packer' all because he was 'too cool to wear a helmet'. So, fittingly, he now spent his days stuck in the Special Ed room, with his diapers fully exposed and his chubby gut hanging ever-so-slightly over the waistband of his tardpants. He'd made new 'friends' in the from of his fellow pantspooping mushbrains that he shared a floor with, since his old friends had abandoned and scorned him. Their friendship had been strictly contingent on eachother's social status; he'd been a popular jock, so of course his valuation had been intrinsically higher, which had attracted others cut of the same cloth or clingers who wanted to boost their own placement in the hierarchy. As soon as he had returned to school after his accident, now as a thickly diapered moron with drooly lips and constantly emanating both sounds and smell of poo, they'd turned completely on him. He was nothing but a joke to them. Whether or not he understood everything he'd lost in this time was unknowable. His verbal skills had been severely impacted, both by his mental degradation and his dental devastation from his accident. So his ability to communicate had become extremely stilted and his vocabulary itself was more akin to a two year old at best. But he seemed happy enough, or at least too stupid to realize how unhappy he should really be. There were small pleasures to captivate his interests now, like picking his nose and making giant poopies in his diapee. In fact, it appeared that he was partaking in that pleasure right now: With his finger still prodded deep in his nostril, the helmet-clad boy leaned forward where he sat and began to expel loud flatulence into the back of the large diaper. Drool production began to ramp up and stream down his chin like a mighty river, as his cheeks began to grow pink and grunts began to pass his lips. "Nngghhh...Hrrrrghh! POO-POO! **POO-POO!**" He loudly exclaimed as another juicy fart rippled into the diaper and warmed up his buttocks as it nastily rasped and sputtered, bringing with it a splattering of hot muck. The boy took his finger out of his nose and lifted his butt fully off the ground. As he did, a noisy crackling sound started to come from his diaper and a bump began to form in the back of it. Simply moving to a more favorable position had been enough to allow a massive, rock-solid turd to begin pushing past his buttcheeks. "Me...Make...**POOPIE!**" He proudly announced, the lump growing in size as the python surged and snaked into his seat, continuing to crackle and cause his diaper to rustle in its expansion. It soon reached a point where his diaper was smothering his ability to continue defecating effortlessly, and he had to go back to red-faced grunting and straining. More slobber soaked his bib and a large snot bubble formed in one nostril, while the other had a leaking trail. Thunderous flatulence continued to vibrate his diaper in its power and the mindless boy was grunting louder than before, letting everyone in his class recognize what he was doing. The massive solid turd had continued to cram itself into his diaper, first pulling the waistband of the garment away from his skin with how much it was pushing the diaper out, before beginning to coil up into a rope of stool in the bottom of his diaper. He was straining so hard to shit himself that he was getting sweaty all over. After several minutes of this, he let a few remaining toots out and plopped back unceremoniously onto his butt with a noisy squishing sound, with over two pounds of piping hot trouser-brownies smearing underneath the weight of his chubby rump. "Me maked hot squishies...Me love poo-poo..." He seemed to enjoy the feeling, as evident by the way he gyrated his messy rear against the carpet and grinned like a loon. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary though; he did this on what seemed like an hourly basis, which is why his diapers were so large, even in comparison to his empty-headed classmates. If soiling yourself was a sport, and with the way it gave him a workout, it certainly felt like it, he then still retained a sense of superior athleticism over his peers. A hissing, first dull and slow, and then powerful and fast, began to come muffled from the front of his stinking tardpants. He didn't even seem to recognize that his bladder was emptying itself, even as the front of the garment swelled out and grew a faintly yellow tint. What a sorry sight he'd become. Reduced to a drooling retard that constantly pissed and shit in his oversized diapers. Even now, with a giant mound of smouldering feces in his pants, he was already back to picking his nose, eating his boogers, and farting in his loaded Pamps. No more popularity, no more muscles, no more doing tricks on his bike. He'd been too cool to wear a helmet, and now he'd be wearing a helmet all the time.