Tale #51: Incompatible Exchanges (Picture/Sequence)

Tale #51: Incompatible Exchanges (Content Tags: Messy diaper, messy briefs, humiliation, genius and mushbrain switch bodies, sci-fi)) When it comes to intelligence, the usual thought process is that it is something ethereal, something intangible. Obviously this isn't true, as any cursory search through a neuroscience textbook would show. The brain has shape, it has structures, and while it may be but a vessel for one's conciousness, it also was the hole for which that puddle molded. In simple terms, the physical characteristics of the brain itself were connected to that nebulous concept of intellect; the mind and the brain are not the same. The mind is the software, while the brain is the hardware that it must run off of. These cold biological realities were never more relatable than they had been after the experiment gone awry. Erin was what one might call a boy genius. Not simply the kind that skipped grades and was always first to raise his hand to answer questions, but the type that actually spent their time building amazing machines and solving problems that nobody else could. With that territory came more than a little arrogance; was it earned? In a way, certainly. Regardless of whether or not it was earned though, his smug demeanor and his pompous attitude was something that only painted a target on his back. Nobody despised his ego more than his brother, Lenny, who was physically a year younger, but mentally a lot further behind than even kids his own age. Erin loved to make the joke that he stole all the brainpower during his own stint in the womb, leaving his younger brother fresh out of luck when it came time for his own development. It was just a joke, obviously, but Lenny held resentment as if that was a fact. It didn't help that Erin teased him relentlessly over how vast the gulf between them was. Erin being a bonafide genius, while Lenny was, in the nicest terms, significantly 'mentally disabled'. Not that Erin ever used any nice terms. So while Erin solved equations and engineered new technologies, Lenny was picking his nose and struggling intensely to surpass the stage of diaper dependency. Erin didn't even give him the respite of accelerating his schooling and being off at some university; instead, Erin was in an age-appropriate grade level, but only to give him a chance on his social skills. So the two went to the same grade school, just with Lenny being stuck in special ed most of the time, and that meant that the contrast between the two brothers was impossible to ignore. The whiplash of watching Erin explain quantum mechanics, and then seeing Lenny getting red-faced and blorting into his diapers, was severe. Other people, like students and neighbors, were kind enough to Lenny, but it seemed to be out of a condescending pity. Some were less nice, and his often poop-packed diapers made it easy to pick on him. Nobody pitied or bullied Erin though, he was just too impressive. After a lifetime of this frustration building up, Lenny was ready to do anything to change things, and his opportunity came when his brother was working on his newest invention in the garage-made-workshop. He'd heard Erin talk about it, and while he didn't understand everything about it, the gist was that it would switch the minds of two subjects. What could be more perfect? Lenny could be smart for once, and Erin could learn what it was like to diapered dunce! The parts that Lenny didn't understand were exactly the parts that made his plan ultimately pointless. It wasn't a machine that would switch intelligence levels, it was a machine that would switch *minds*, and that meant things wouldn't end the way he imagined. The hard part had been convincing his genius brother to allow him into the garage with him while he worked. He had to beg to be included, even saying that he'd serve as the boy's helper. Erin had initially shot him down, but enough perseverance had worn Erin down enough to finally agree. Lenny did his best to absorb whatever knowledge he could on the machine over the weeks that he observed Erin constructing it. Luckily for him, Erin was a pragmatist, so operating the machine was designed to be so simple that a drooling monkey could do it. After Lenny felt comfortable with what he knew, it was time to put things into motion. It'd been just another day of assisting the genius with menial tasks in the garage; Erin's guard was completely down, since he'd grown accustomed to Lenny's presence. Erin had one of the pieces of headgear strapped to him, and he had explained that he was simply calibrating the device with brain waves. Lenny didn't know what that meant, but it was convenient nonetheless. With Erin's back turned to him, Lenny mimicked his brother in putting on the other helmet that was connected to the machine. In mere moments, he'd finally have the respect that his brother had been allowed to bask in all these years, and Erin would be wallowing in... There was a gurgle in his gut. Lenny had legitimately been trying to poo his diaper less and less over the years, though pottytraining had been intellectually out of reach to master. He'd made it to the toilet on occasion, especially most recently, but he was still far behind in leaving the protection of diapers. That proud progress wasn't about to matter though, and he wanted Erin to really understand his struggle, so he started to push. While Lenny squeezed a fat, sticky log into his diaper, Erin was fiddling more with his own helmet and murmuring some formulas associated with the technology in play. As the smelly steamer plopped dully into Lenny's seat, the genius spoke up: "Alright, Lenny. I need you to go press the button, so I can get a read-out on this thing." Oh, he would *gladly* oblige that request. He waddled over to the console and looked down gleefully at the big red button staring him in the face. As he got ready to push it, his bowels rumbled again to life and he stopped right there to let out a fart. Erin turned, "..You better not be dookin' your diaper in here. Mom and dad aren't going to be happy if you're slacking with your pottytraining, and I can't have you in here--" The rant died in Erin's throat once he took notice of what his brother had on his head. "..Lenny, that's not a toy, what are you doing?" "Me gonna be da' smartypants!" Lenny exclaimed, before lifting his leg and letting out another big fart. "H-huh? No, wait, don't push that, you'll just--" Lenny pushed the button. It was over in a blink of an eye. The entire swap was essentially instantaneous, and it would switch the brothers' minds with one another. Lenny had thought that if he had his brother's body, that he'd automatically be a genius, but that was far from the truth. Lenny's feeble mind stayed as daft as ever, but it was contained within the brain of his genius brother; it was like pouring a cup of water into an empty swimming pool. Inversely, for Erin, his genius mind would become utterly and totally constrained by the simple brain that Lenny's body gave him; it was like trying to play a cutting edge PS5 game on an Atari from the seventies, like pouring a gallon of milk into a thimble. When both boys had fully switched, they were both left feeling like they were in a completely foreign vessel. Lenny felt mentally the same, except maybe that his idotic thoughts were much faster to process, but Erin felt his thoughts were trapped in molasses with how sluggish they seemed. Lenny, now in Erin's body, quickly took off his helmet and looked down at himself, admiring the lack of bulk between his legs. "Lookit' me! No diapee!' Erin on the other hand was slower to realize what horrible thing had happened to him. Once he looked down and saw the waistband of a diaper sticking out from his shorts, he panicked. "W-what do?!" Lenny smirked, "Now you getta be da' dummy tard, and I be da' genie-yus." He walked over to his old body and took the helmet off of its head, "No more switchies!" Erin was about to reach out to grab his brother, but he was uncoordinated in his new body, and so he instead stumbled and swayed, before falling onto his butt with a big nasty squelch. The hot poop that Lenny had left him before the switch was immediately spreading all across his buttcheeks and he grimaced at the sensation. "Nghh..Y-you poo-poo!" The other boy shook his head, "Nuh-uh, *you* poo-poo. Me...Mmphh..Ummff.." His smug response was interrupted by an unfamiliar feeling down below, and there was a crackling noise as he accidentally pushed out a heavy solid into the briefs that he'd just been admiring. "...Oopsie, me poopie too.." Erin was horrified to watch 'himself' do something so disgusting and moronic; to see the backside of his shorts tent out with a poo-lump, like he was some kind of retard. And just like Lenny had no refined bowel control in a new body, neither did Erin, and a wet fart signified that he has begun to fully evacuate a sloppy mudslide as well. This was a nightmare for the genius. He was stuck in a retard's body, his brilliance forced to be filtered through a retarded brain, and his old body was being piloted by an actual retard that would totally tank every aspect of the reputation he had built up with his stunning intellect. Lenny had wanted to be the smart brother, but all he had insured what that both brother's were mushbrained morons that crapped their pants. It wouldn't be long until Lenny got Erin's name as soiled as his pants, and got himself put in the same diapers that he'd wanted to escape. Both brothers, neither in their rightful form, would end up sharing not only a diaper pail, but a special ed class together. Erin's only hope would be to somehow switch things back and hope there weren't any lingering side-effects, but tricking Lenny into that wouldn't be an easy feat. It was more likely that he'd see a lot of shame and a lot of smelly diapers before he saw himself back in his own body.