Story #130: The Poopy Diaper Retard (Part 1)

Story #130: The Poopy Diaper Retard (Part 1) (The fourth chapter to 'The Missing Integer' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, Genius protagonist, Special Ed, Bureaucratic Horror, Surrealism and hyperbole, Perceived to be totally mushbrained) Rhys couldn't walk in his current state. His massive diaper had been so thoroughly packed with poop that he was forced to crawl, as even toddling was too much trouble for all the cargo he was hauling. He'd been made to crawl from the kitchen to the living room, where he was told to lie down on the ground to get his diaper changed. His classmates would've been proud, or rather they would have been obsessed, with how obnoxiously full he'd made this thing. It could have handled plenty more of his droppings, but the smell had already become a present problem, and his mother didn't want to take him to the park in such a dirty diaper. His footed sleeper got unzipped in the back and was pulled off of him; there was some trouble in getting it off, with how much his lumpy tardpants were bulging, but enough effort would eventually dislodge him. His little brothers had come with to 'help' by getting the supplies that their mother needed, but Rhys knew they were sticking around to spite him. It was spite, but it was also curiosity. They were at the 'gross' age, where disgusting things were fascinating or humorous, so they undoubtedly wanted to peek at just how poopy their brother's diaper had gotten. The answer was a *lot*. His much softer mess from during the night had given the garment some faint stains on the paneling, while the record-size turd was what gave the diaper such a bulging topography. "Ewww! Hehehe...Look at it! That's the stinkiest diaper that I've ever seen!" One of them laughed, handing over the talcum powder. "Yeah! How can it even hold that much?" The other asked, putting the wipes down next to the changing mat. Rhys quietly groaned as the twins made their comments, but he couldn't disagree with the fact that the fullness was impressive in some crude way. As intelligent as he wished to still see himself, he'd been made into a pantspooper unlike any other; his brain might be holding onto hope of staying a genius, but his bowels had already decided that he was a mushbrained retard now. His mother got to work on changing him and ended up placing the massively loaded diaper right next to his head, while she got him powdered and taped into a new one. The smell of the dirty diaper was overwhelming, and still not something that he'd come around on, even when it was his own. It was something his classmates were obsessed with, and probably the thing that still disgusted him most about special ed; it was bad enough that everyone in there was constantly pooping and farting, but did they have to happily huff the fumes too? He would never sink that low. He might be diapered and he might be messing himself all the time, but he'd never allow himself to become so genuinely retarded that he desperately sought out a soiled seat to bury his nose in. That was what he planned at least, but enough time in the retard room may prove him wrong... "All changed! Let's get you dressed, you little stinker." His mom finally announced, helping him back onto his feet and leading him by the hand back to his 'nursery'. "Hmm...It's a little warm out today..." She quietly mused while perusing his selection of infantile attire. She pulled out a colorful onesie and pulled it over his head like a shirt. The garb had some cartoonish looking character printed on the front that Rhys didn't recognize, but he was sure it was something for babies. All of his clothes were specially made to be extra stretchy to accommodate the massive bulk of his 'retard diapers', so the onesie at least snapped into place without much trouble. After the onesie came the drool bib, and then a pair of sandals; finally, a harness was put onto him and it would attach to a leash, since a dummy like him couldn't be trusted to just go running around. It took some pleading, but she eventually put on a pair of shorts over his onesie too. He knew it wouldn't make much of a difference in hiding his diaper, but it was better than just letting his tardpants show with the onesie. Once he'd been fully dressed, she brought him back to where the twins had been waiting. He hadn't gone out in public a whole lot since this had started; he'd obviously been going to school, and occasionally to the store with his mom, but he'd avoided any exposure that he could. Even if his new status wasn't much of a secret, he liked to believe that not everyone considered him to be feeble-minded. Going to the park, and on a Saturday? He'd have no choice but to deal with confrontation. That's how he'd end up sitting in the sandbox of the local park, while his brothers had gone to run around and play on the equipment; besides the fact that he felt too old to be rubbing elbows with the littler kids, he also just didn't have the mobility to be doing all of that. With the massive diaper he was forced to wear, there was no way he'd be able to go on all that stuff without looking like a bumbling baby. The sandbox wasn't exactly a great alternative if he was looking to signify his maturity; of all the sites at the park, it was probably the one that was most connected to infancy. Even now, a couple of toddlers sat adjacent from him, happily giggling and digging in the sand; their parents might have been apprehensive to leave them around an older kid, but a close look at his midsection and the way he was dressed, and it became obvious that his mental stage was similar to the age of their own kids. His own mother had gone and gotten embroiled in conversations with other parents, far from where the kids were playing, with very minimal supervision. That was hardly ideal, since that meant nobody would be paying attention whenever he got harassed by the inevitable bullies that would catch him in their sights. Rhys had no interest in building sand castles, but he needed something to occupy both his mind and time; just sitting there would have made the minutes go by even slower than they already were, so he was scooping sand and forming sloppy architecture with it. "You're a big kid, why are you in the sandbox?" Suddenly came a voice from behind. Cocking his head back, Rhys could see a couple of snot-nosed brats staring down at him. They looked a little older than his brothers, but by just a hair, and they seemed curious as to why a preteen like Rhys was playing with the 'babies'. "Go away." He very plainly replied, not willing to get into a conversation with them, especially when he knew his bowels could betray him at any moment. Neither of them moved, clearly unphased by the older boy's rudeness. "Don't you wanna play on the playground? You look as big as my brother, maybe you could be his friend!" "Maybe your brother knows him; they could be in the same grade!" The other boy mentioned with an innocent smile. That didn't fill Rhys with anything except anxiety. He had no desire to be seen outside of school by anyone he might actually know, or anyone who would already know how his reputation had shifted in the last month. "N-no, I just want to be alone. Please leave." He murmured, looking down at his shoddy sandcastle. "Chris, I told you and Mark to not run off! Mom said to stay together." Called another boy who was currently walking toward the scene. "I thought you were still at the swings, and then you were just gone!" "Sorry, Vince. We just saw this big kid in the sandbox and thought he might be one of your friends." Chris apologized to his older brother. Rhys felt his blood run cold. He hadn't looked to see who it was, but he'd heard the name and he recognized the voice. Vince was indeed a kid from his school, but he wasn't a friend. Vince was a bit of a class clown, and that wouldn't have chafed Rhys, if not for the fact that Vince had been trying to copy his work. That'd obviously been before his move to SPED, when Rhys had still been the resident genius of the class. After enough badgering, Rhys had finally agreed to let Vince cheat off of him, but only after giving all the wrong answers. Failing that assignment had also pushed Vince's grades just below the line, to the point where he was no longer eligible for school sports, at least until his grades would come back up. Vince had obviously been pissed, but Rhys had left the normal classes before the fallout could come. "A friend? This kid?" Vince continued to come closer, squinting his eyes at the back of Rhys' head. There was a faint spark of recognition, and then Vince's eyes drifted downward to Rhys' puffy looking shorts. "Oh, I think I know who that is." Rhys gulped and squeezed his eyes shut as he anticipated the shame to come. He could feel all three boys staring at him, and Vince's eyes had the most focused glare. "If I'm not mistaken, I think that's Rhys." The diapered boy didn't confirm or deny that; he just stayed completely silent and totally still. He just wanted them to all go away! "I'm sorry, I guess that's not your name anymore. Everyone calls you 'Rhys the retard' now, don't they? I should've known you weren't really a big brainiac, when you had all the wrong answers for that homework." Rhys felt his face getting hot; one part shame, one part fury. He'd had to grow accustomed to the derogatory title, because he heard it quite frequently these days. Anyone who'd known of him at all had started to add the superlative suffix, and it was a dishonorific title if he'd ever heard one. He couldn't escape it, because even his diapers has that word boldly printed on the back of them. "Too dumb to even talk now? You some kind of vegetable or something?" Vince rolled his eyes, walking around and facing Rhys from the front. "I wouldn't be surprised. I've seen the kind of stuff you do in the special class." Rhys clenched his teeth and looked up, his eyes burning holes right through his tormentor. "Shut up. Shut up and go away." That comment Vince had made had apparently struck a nerve. The big window in the mega-SPED room was something that had deeply bothered Rhys from the first day; it gave anyone walking down the hallway a full, wide view into the filth factory that was the retard room. It felt like being an animal in the zoo, and when he saw the primitive way his mentally degenerate classmates behaved, that only made that sentiment all the more 'real'. It would have been one thing to be miserable in private, but instead he had to broadcast his humiliating degradation to everyone that walked by. News of his fall would have likely taken a lot longer if the window didn't exist, or if there were even blinds on it. "I guess you *can* still talk. That's good to know." Vince smirked. "Why are you sayin' all that stuff? Isn't he in your grade?" The bully's younger brother inquired, totally out of the loop, even though his classes weren't that far off. "He *used* to be, when he was tricking people into thinking he was smart. Now he's in the super-special class; the one near the end of the hall." The older boy explained, using a rather unflattering recounting. It took a moment for that to click for the smaller boys, but then it all hit them at once. If one went a little further past their respective classrooms, then one would find the dumb-dumb class and the super-mega-ultra dumb-dumb class beside it. Both of the little boys had seen inside that room before; they'd seen the drooling dummies that had huge diapers full of doo-doo! "He's in *that* class? No way!" The younger brother squeaked in disbelief. Vince looked down at Rhys and gave him a sharky grin. "I'll prove it. Why do you think his butt looks so big? He wears the biggest diapers I've ever seen!" "S-shut up, I do not!" Rhys shot back, looking mortified of what he thought was about to happen. Vince didn't waste any time. With one swift and aggressive motion, the boy had knelt down and grabbed onto the dummy's shorts, and then completely slipped them off of Rhys' legs. He was now sitting in the sandbox with his onesie on display, which already did a poor job of containing a *clean* diaper, let alone what he'd surely soon make of it. "Would you look at that? A diaper and baby clothes too!" Vince held the shorts up high like a trophy, while the two little boys began to cackle like hyenas. "He really is wearing one! Eww! He really is one of those super-duper diaper-poopers!" "He probably has poop in them right now!" Rhys got wide-eyed and simply stared up at his dangling shorts at first, as if he couldn't believe the disrespectful thing that'd just been done to him. He should have known better by now that people didn't care to afford him the tiniest bit of dignity, but his enormous ego still hadn't taken the memo to heart. He rocked himself forward and onto his knees, his shock turning to rage. "Give those back right now! You can't do this!" He shrieked, while his face got as red as a tomato and his fingers jabbed into the sand below. "I just did, tard-boy. I don't know why you even bothered to wear these; everyone can already tell you're wearing a huge diaper. You're not fooling anyone, especially with that bib around your neck." Vince scoffed. Rhys buried his fingers even deeper into the ground and he got tense with how infuriated he felt. His rebuttal was unfortunately delayed by a sudden thunderstorm being unleashed upon the back of his diaper; longwinded and exceptionally juicy farts blasted his puffy tardpants, and the boys around him began to laugh even harder at the spectacle. "Ewwwww! Vince! He's going poopie!" The younger brother loudly announced, doubled over in giggle-city, while his friend was left speechless from the flatulent outburst. "From what I've seen, he does that a lot. You know what else I've seen though? The world's grossest conga line." Vince replied coyly, giving Rhys a knowing look. "What's that mean?" The brother inquired, once he'd gotten a hold of himself. "Rhys here doesn't just poop in his pants. He also likes to smell poopy diapers. Isn't that right, Rhys? I distinctly remember you being the middle of a three-retard, diaper-pooping conveyor belt. You had your face in that other guy's stinky diaper, while someone else had their face in yours, and oh boy were you unloading in that thing." Rhys unfortunately knew the exact incident that his bully was referring to. That'd been when he'd been dominated by a larger classmate into 'acting his IQ score', and he'd been forced to indulge on the fumes of a heavily filled seat. It happened exactly as Vince said. "Y-You saw that?" Rhys sounded devastated, and his bowels acted accordingly by initiating an evacuation. Farts began to pepper his onesie like a machine gun. "Saw it? I recorded it! I guess retards aren't allowed online, because I posted it and tagged you on it a while ago." The other boy explained, "It got a ton of views! Everyone wanted to see the 'genius' acting like a poopy diaper retard." The depths of shock could go no lower for Rhys. He'd known his reputation was in the diaper pail, but he hadn't thought the situation was this dire. A crackling came from behind him, and amid the laughter, giant turds began to unfurl and heavily plop into his gigantic diaper. Perhaps that label was true now, maybe he really had become a 'poopy diaper retard'.