Story #151: Dummy Daydreams of Dookie Diapers

Story #151: Dummy Daydreams of Dookie Diapers (Content Tags: Protagonist is diaper-brained, messy diapers, wearing someone else's dirty diaper, self-humiliation roleplaying, mushbrained muse) There was always a certain level of danger involved. If Landon wanted the object of his desire, then risk was an inevitability that was baked into the equation. What was more taboo for a 'big kid' like him? What else would have him completely unable to justify his actions? There the balled-up garment sat in front of him. It was at the top of the pail's heap as the newest addition; basically still steaming from when the slobbering mushbrain had blown it up. Landon had always been fascinated by dirty diapers and the dimwitted dummies that soiled them. On a psychological level, it probably had something to do with the deeper symbolism that they conveyed: weakness, incompetence, helplessness, idiocy, and the ultimate degradation. He'd been far too cowardly to make attempts at taking that for himself. His sense of shame was too far developed, so the idea of debasing himself in front of others was appalling; it was something that really only worked in the realm of make-believe, in the realm of a private fantasy. He'd improvised before to make it a temporary reality for himself. Layering briefs or lining them with toilet paper, stealing Goodnites or toddler diapers whenever the option arose. Butterflies would dance in his stomach whenever he got his hands on them, and he'd feel his mind melt whenever he put them on. Landon knew that it wasn't exactly a normal behavior for a kid his age to have. None of his friends or classmates seemed to have such an interest; for them, it was just something to ridicule and be amused by. He'd remembered in first grade, when one of his peers had been found out to be a 'baby' who still pooed in Pull-Ups, that the class had turned completely against the boy. That hadn't been his first time to be captivated by the stinking garment, but it'd been a powerful reinforcement of his wants. For weeks after, he would daydream that the teary-eyed pantsfiller being teased was him; that he was the object of ridicule in class. He probably couldn't think of what the 'first time' was like that he had such emotions; as far as he could tell, he'd had these inclinations for as long as he'd been regrettably pottytrained. From an outsider perspective, the boy was far from neurotypical, so perhaps the odd obsession was more likely than not. Delicately, as if it was a golden idol on the pedestal of an ancient temple, he took the heavy diaper into his hands. It was still very warm to the touch, and Landon had in his mind the exact scene where it'd become this way. It'd been an up-close experience to witness and he'd been wildly filled with jealousy. The diaper belonged to a new housemate. His mother hadn't been able to continue affording the mortgage on their home, ever since an upheaval at work had left her scrambling for a lower-paying position at a different firm. To supplement, she'd had to rent out part of their home. Landon had been vocally opposed at first, since he didn't want to have to share his space, but then he'd been left having second thoughts. The family to move in was a single father with two sons. One of the sons, Diego, was a little older than Landon, while the other, Carlos, was a little younger. The younger boy was a brat and an instigator who was always trying to start something; the older boy on the other hand... Diego was notably odd whenever Landon had first met him. Landon's mother had shooed her son off to play with the new kids in the house, while she would get to know the man who would be sharing their space. It wasn't a complete stranger, since his mom knew the man from work, but Landon was oblivious to who he was or who his kids were. Carlos had quickly run amok in Landon's room, playing with whatever toy caught his eye. Meanwhile, Diego had looked dazed and had hardly said a word since arriving. The older boy was chubby and slack-jawed, wearing sweatpants and a Paw Patrol shirt that looked a little small. Landon had been annoyed at the pair at first, but then Diego had started to get a tense look on his face and he'd let a juicy fart rip into his sweats. Landon cringed, and Carlos let out a loud laugh: "Uh-oh! Diego is gonna doodie himself!" That'd changed everything in an instant. Questions swarmed inside Landon's head and he wondered exactly what that meant. This kid was at least a year or two older than he was, so why would he be pooing himself like a toddler? And if Carlos said it as if it was normal, then was this just a common occurrence? Diego looked somewhat embarrassed to have an audience for his unloading, but that didn't do anything to stop what he was doing. The drool and snot leaked like a faucet, while his chubby cheeks got red and he leaned forward. He grunted and farted a few more times, before a muffled crackling came from the back of his sweatpants. Landon had watched with wide eyes and an accelerated heartbeat; he'd felt breathless whenever he saw the back of those sweatpants beginning to bulge outward with a tremendous lump. Carlos hadn't been kidding, his older brother was definitely pooping his pants, and looking braindead while doing it. There was a sickening plop and Diego let out something between a sigh of relief and a moan. "That was a huge one, Diego! You could see that poopie from space!" Carlos snickered. Diego looked humiliated, but also somewhat pleased, as if he was fighting with himself over what his feelings about soiling himself were. Embarrassment must have won out, because he walked like a cowboy out of there, muttering something about 'daddy' multiple times. Carlos looked content to go back to playing with all these new toys, but Landon was baited by curiosity and followed the older boy out. He'd watched from a distance as Diego went up to his father, and then as the man had wrinkled his nose and pulled out the back of his waistband. Down went the pants, to Diego's ankles, and there he'd saw it. Diego was thickly diapered. He had made just as big of a load as had been seen through the sweatpants too. The man cupped the bulge and mentioned getting that poopy diaper changed. Landon's presence was discovered shortly after and the man could sense his curiosity, as well that the shy boy was too polite to ask about Diego's seeming lack of toilet training. Seeing as they would be sharing a space, the man decided to explain things to the boy. As it would turn out, Diego hadn't always been like this. When he'd been Landon's age, he had actually been at the top of his class in most academic areas, as well as being a soccer player. Diego had gone bike riding without a helmet one day and he'd tried to showboat for his friends; one tumble onto the concrete and a particularly bad bump to the back of the head, and he was now like *this*. The underdeveloped empathic part of his brain, which did pity the boy's misfortune, was completely overshadowed by the daydreaming part of his brain. On a purely hypothetical level, Landon was jealous. The boy was enthralled on a conceptual level; he spent so much time fantasizing about being a mentally degraded diaper-dumper, and here Diego was, living that reality. Having Diego as a housemate very swiftly began to impact Landon's psyche over the following weeks. The brain-damaged boy tried to keep to himself, seemingly aware enough to be embarrassed by himself, but Landon was always seeking him out, to live vicariously through him. It was an amusing chain where Carlos annoyed Landon, Landon annoyed Diego, and Diego annoyed Carlos. Landon selfishly didn't want to befriend Diego, and he found himself mocking the chubby boy even more viciously than Carlos already did. It was the exact kind of denigration that Landon wanted for himself and he was projecting it. Diego got fed up with him pretty quickly, but Landon was persistent. He would even try to goad Diego into getting worked up, with the desired result of getting Diego to poop himself. Landon passed by Diego's room a lot, which had been the former guest room, and now belonged to the two brothers. He always poked his head in and looked at the dresser with the package of diapers on top, and the diaper pail that wasn't too far away. Dirty diapers were consuming his every waking thought. He thought constantly about taking one and bringing it back to his room, where he'd be able to put it on and achieve a big part of his fantasies. They were so big and puffy, and he'd gotten to watch Diego fill them on the daily; he didn't know how much longer he could just play the role of spectator. The problem was that they were costly and Diego's father might actually notice if one went missing. That begged the question of how he should approach the matter. He could put on one and then later put it back, but then it would be obvious that it's been unfolded from its compact shape. It sounded like an impossible task, to be able to get in one in secret. He really wanted to be able to possibly rely on the father thinking he miscounted, but it didn't seem feasible. Diego got four diaper changes a day, like clockwork, and the packages of diapers only held sixteen of the garments. That meant each package was meant to last four days, with no room for error. There was the option of taking it and then confessing later by lying and saying he played a joke or pranked a friend with it, but then he'd get in trouble for stealing it and he'd be questioned about what he did with it. Frankly, Landon wasn't a great liar, so that option was out of his comfort zone. That really just left one choice, and he was so badly diaper-brained, that he didn't feel the immediate disgust that he should have: the diaper pail was literally packed with diapers that wouldn't be missed. The only caveat being that they would be 'used' already. Landon had worn wet diapers out of the top of the trash before, when he was younger at least, but he'd never quite crossed the threshold of putting one on that was already messy. It was an amplification of an already big taboo, but the more he thought about it, the more it sounded like something he would be okay with. No, not just okay. He'd be excited by it. Chasing the high of increasingly drastic degradation in his daydreams, it really clicked to him that it'd be a complete befouling of his dignity to wear a diaper that itself had already been befouled. In those daydreams, he even imagined that he was being put in it as a punishment for being so 'dumb', or that Diego himself was forcing it upon him. Still, those were just fantasies. The reality was much more serious, that if he got caught, then he'd have a ton of explaining to do. There wasn't really a solid justification to put on someone else's dirty diaper. Even so, the fantasies persisted on and on, until earlier this very afternoon. Everything sounded like it had synched up perfectly. His mother was out of the house and down the street, Diego's father was doing his workout routine in the garage, Carlos was outside playing with the other neighbor kids, and Diego had fallen asleep in front of the TV. This had come just fifteen minutes after he'd watched Diego crap in his diaper, get changed, and then get put in front of some babyish cartoons. There had been no better time. Everyone was either elsewhere or indisposed, and he easily had the better part of an hour to roam the house without any eyes on what he was doing. That was how he'd ended up in front of the diaper pail, and why the warm, smelly garment was in his palms now. But could he actually go through with it? Were his nerves that strong? He lifted the diaper up toward him and gave it a brief sniff, and then he stuck his nose against the balled-up garment and took a much deeper whiff, as if taking a shot of Dutch courage. Landon couldn't spend too long thinking about it, since his time was already so short as it was. He took a deep breath and got to work. He'd thought about taking it to his room to get better privacy, but then he'd be left having the stinky thing inside of there, and how could he get rid of it? The pail was in here, and the smell was typical for the room; aside from that, there was also a rocking horse in here that Landon had been eyeballing. Landon already told himself that he'd be quick about it. He couldn't risk indulging this quirk so long that he ended up getting caught. He also grabbed a heavy-duty pair of plastic pants, which were already badly stained from repeated use, so he didn't accidentally leak on the floor or anything. Within ten minutes, the boy had stripped out of his clothes and had instead put the large dirty diaper on, as well as the plastic pants and a onesie from the drawer that said 'Poop Factory' on it. It would have been too big on him, but the thick diaper helped make it more taut. He checked himself out in the mirror and smiled. He grabbed a pacifier for good measure and stuck it in his mouth; he was already wearing Diego's poopy diaper, what was using one of his pacifiers too? It was really squishy on his butt, and warm too. These plastic-backed diapers were incredibly insulated, so the heat of the pantload was trapped right against him. Landon rubbed the back of his stolen onesie and simply enjoyed it for a moment. It felt delightfully infantile and mindless, just as he saw Diego to be. "M'jussa dumb diaper-dooker..." He murmured out loud, allowing himself to sink into the role. Landon waddled over to the rocking horse that he'd had his eye on and he plopped his butt right down on top. Instantly, he felt the warm muck get spread around; it made him feel bubbly and dazed. Landon let drool begin to accumulate in his mouth and he let it begin to seep out from behind the pacifier. "Gotta icky, squishy butt! Da' dummy made poopies." He giggled, scooting his rump back and forth for a moment, before starting to use the rocking horse as intended. As he started rock back and forth on the horse, his diaper squishing constantly, Landon was losing track of the time. The minutes were passing him by and he was trapped in the blissful stupor of his own risky roleplaying. He felt like he had to go to the bathroom, which was something he had hoped for, and he started by relaxing his bladder. It took a few moments to get things started, since he had to overcome his ingrained instincts, but soon a steady stream was hosing the front of the diaper. It was wicked away almost immediately by the super-absorbent material and became a hot, squishy core. Next were his bowels, which would be more tricky. Luckily, he actually had a little more experience with this, from all the makeshift diapers he'd made in the past. Landon lifted his bottom off of the rocking horse and clutched the handles of it tightly; the boy started to push with everything he had. A dry fart blew against the padding and he could feel something crowning. Landon shut his eyes and began to grunt as he continued to strain, his face growing as red as a tomato. "Mmmph! Landon is even dumberer tardee than Diego. Diego is like a genius...! He make Landon go poopie on himself like a dumb-dumb loser..." Keeping to the internalized 'story' that his daydreams had recently taken, he openly degraded his intellect as worse than the literal brain-damaged retard whose dump-packed diaper he'd put on. Landon felt the giant steamer descending into his diaper; the thing was a monster, which was a fortunate coincidence for what he was up to today. By curiosity, he peered over his shoulder to see if he could watch the log make impact in the diaper, but he caught sight of something else instead. Diego was standing in the doorway with wide eyes and an open mouth. Landon wasn't sure how long he'd been watching or listening, but any amount of time was about to make things very complicated for him. It was too late to stop what was in motion and the titanic turd made landfall, which immediately created a large and discernible lump in the back of the onesie. Landon would soon come to realize that his desires weren't very desirable in reality. Diego would make sure he understood that.