Tale #90:The Path Untaken (Part 2)

Tale #90:The Path Untaken (Part 2) (Part 9 to the 'As Before, Now Again' storyline) (Content Tags: Ongoing story, braindrain, hypnosis, brainwashing, messy diapers, humiliation) "Matty speshul! Matty did a poopie! A big, BIG poopie!" Things were not well in the office of Dr. Elizabeth Farren, and things were most certainly not well with her Pamper-packing patient. She'd wanted to simply torment him a little bit, to make him a temporary mockery in order to feel better about the way that he had treated her son. This 'intellectually challenged' version of Matthew wasn't supposed to be permanent, but just a springboard for her next alteration to his fragile mind. Instead, Matty was a drooling imbecile that kept farting and soiling himself in front of her, and she couldn't seem to get the hypnosis to wear off like it usually would. It wasn't as if she'd intentionally impacted his intellect, since she'd only told him to pretend that he'd spent the bulk of his schooling in the special ed classes, not that his brain should he reduced in such a way. Sure, she'd known that was a likely outcome, due to Matty's childish ignorance, but it still wasn't meant to be permanent! There was no way that she could send Matty back out like this; even if she could hypnotize the boy's mother, she wouldn't be able to avoid scrutiny from others. It would be more than a little suspect to have a somewhat average preteen become a completely dimwitted moron after a therapy session. But Matty wasn't budging from his programmed stupor! She was snapping her fingers and commanding him to return to normal, but nothing was happening, and she was growing increasingly terrified at what that might mean. Selfishly, she was less worried about having destroyed her patient's mind, and instead was more concerned with how that may destroy her career. Becoming desperate, since there were scant few minutes left in their session, she began brainstorming for what the nuclear option might be. There were two things that she'd yet to try, and neither of them were ideal: First, was that she should try overwriting his current hypnosis with another one that would force him to act 'normal'. This was more of a temporary patch though, because it wouldn't be removing the 'braindrain' that she'd put upon him, instead clumsily covering it up. It would essentially make him a boy that was pretending to be special ed, who was in turn pretending to be normal. It'd leave him in an indefinite state of full-on hypnosis, which was very unhealthy. The second was a risky maneuver that involved 'rebooting' his brain through a 'killswitch' of sorts that she'd included in her hypnotic personality since the first session. It was admittedly intended for a scenario such as this, but it also came with a high likelihood of causing real damage. Certain things that she'd conditioned him into doing might become permanent, and there ran the risk that aspects of his programming would blend into his natural neural pathways. One option was a sloppy stop-gap that could cause serious issues down the road, while the other was a big red button that would almost certainly take some control out of her hands for what could and couldn't be fixed. She mulled it over and eventually came to the decision to pick the second choice. There was a higher chance of damage, but a lower chance that she would later be blamed for whatever issues arose. It'd be better to have an idea of how messed up his mind was now, rather than hope for things to resolve and possibly have him suffer a worse breakdown while away from her office. "Matty, I want you to 'stop these foolish japes'." She announced, having set a phrase that would trigger the 'reboot'. Matty's eyes widened and he froze in place, before plopping down onto his smelly bottom with a foul squish from all the fresh droppings in his diaper. He appeared even more vacant than before, but Dr. Farren could tell that it was because his mind was going through a hard reset. If she was lucky, then he would come back to without any lingering side-effects. If she was unlucky, than he was about to 'reset' much, much more literally. The woman watched with bated breath, hoping to see a flicker of intelligence return to his eyes, while he quietly sat there in his filthy, fuming diaper. A sense of recognition finally flashed from his eyes and he gave a low groan while rubbing his head. "Owie...My head kinda hurts..." He didn't sound completely right, but it was a massive improvement over the baby-brained nimrod that he'd just been a few moments ago. At the very least, she wouldn't be sending him out in what was basically a lobotomized state, so that sounded like a win to the good doctor. "...You slipped and bumped your head during the session, Matthew. I hope you're feeling better?" She smoothly injected a lie to make things seem less suspicious. "Y-yeah...I guess...I--...Oh, uhh..." Coming to, he finally realized that he was sitting atop a particularly pungent pile of his own manure, which while it was snugly kept inside his diaper, had managed to smother the entirety of his rump. "...Yes, you had an accident too. Your session is about over, so I'm sure your mother can assist with that. I'll just need to have a quick word with her in private." Doctor Farren told him, knowing she needed to do a little more to cover her tracks. The boy got up off the floor, his legs splayed out from the heavily filled diaper between them. He looked less uncomfortable than she would have expected, and maybe a little less embarrassed than usual too, but then again, he still seemed to be in a daze. He toddled out, leaving in his wake a trail of stink, and filling the office with the sounds of his rustling, squishing diaper. His thoughts felt strange, and maybe a little sluggish too, like he was coming down from cold medicine. He felt off, but he couldn't really explain in what way. As he waddled back into the waiting room, he let his mom know that the doctor wanted to talk with her, and she told him to wait for her. Doctor Farren saw a wide range of ages in her practice; she saw kids as old as Matty, but also those who were still as young as Kindergarten! She also was well aware that many of her patients were mentally immature or had younger siblings, so the waiting room did have a small 'play' area in the corner that had some toys. Typically, Matthew wouldn't have given the juvenile zone a second thought; he was a 'young man', so of course those toys weren't meant for him! But at the moment, his inhibitions felt funky, and with how boring the waiting room was, he decided to stroll on over to it. There was a box of things to pick from, and beside the box was one of those large toys that consisted of a wire frame that toddlers pushed beads around on; inside the box were stuffed animals, books, cars, dinosaurs, and all other sorts of cheap little thrills. It was all stuff that he hadn't touched since he was around eight or nine, and stuff that no self-respecting twelve year old would even consider for entertainment. He knew this stuff wasn't really meant for him, but it all looked so fun! Without really considering how he may be judged, the boy squatted down in front of the box and began to dig inside of it; being on his haunches, he could feel the sticky warmth that pressed up against his backside, but it didn't fill him with any sense of revulsion or even annoyance. There was something almost pleasant or soothing about the sensation. He could also feel cool air against the crook of his back, which informed him that his shirt was riding up and the waistband of his diaper must be on display. Matty didn't pay that much mind, since there was no one else in the waiting room at the moment, which was a stark contrast to how he would have quickly adjusted it back to obscurity if that happened before. While squatting there, with his hands filing through the various amusements to choose from, he suddenly felt a powerful fart gurgle into his dirty diaper. The strength of the gas made him pause and jut his butt out, and he could feel it reverberating throughout the mucky backside of the poop-filled garment; the sound it made was heavily muffled from the pile it was sputtering against, but still noisy enough to make the secretary look over at him. What surprised him most was how delightful it had felt. The flatulence had felt like it was expunging whatever stress was upon him, and he'd hung his jaw open in a big dumb smile as he felt soft 'mud' blast into puffy diaper at the end of the gassy event. Matty should definitely have been more unnerved by the lack of control, which hadn't even been triggered by the usual behavior, but he'd been too pleased by it. "Mmm...Warm an' squishy.." The boy mewled, reaching behind him and down the back of his pants to give the back of his diaper a rub, and then a firm squeeze. Did it always feel so good to have poopie in his pants? And was that delightful smell really coming from him? He took in a few deep whiffs and almost drooled on himself as his brain got a fuzzy feeling. His hypnotic programming had made him more amenable to his poopy diapers since he'd started, but never to this degree. This was less 'neutral' and more 'enamored'. He gave another big grope to the mushy diaper and then pulled his hand back out. Finding some plastic dinosaurs, he took those out and placed them on the ground to play with. Then, he lowered himself to the floor and grinned as the foul mess spread even further throughout his diaper; what a funny sound that'd made! So squishy and icky! While he played, some more people came into the waiting room, and the children of the group made their way over to the play area, while the adult went to go check in with the secretary. It was a boy around ten, and a girl who was probably a couple of years younger than that, and while the boy's approach was meek, there was nothing of the sort from the girl. Matty's shirt had thankfully come down in the back to again veil the white waistband of his diaper, but the visual indicator was less important than the one that involved even the most cursory whiff of the air around him. "It stinks like a gross baby over here!" The girl announced, furrowing her brow and letting her eyes settle right on Matty, who was the only other one here. "Like a diaper full of poop!" There was no subtlety or tact in her accusation, and while she wasn't talking directly to Matty, she was obviously directing the statement at him. He normally would have been far more defensive and angry, but he just couldn't summon those emotions forth. Instead, he just completely ignored the pair and focused on his dinosaurs. "M-May...Stop, you're being rude again..." The brother whispered at her. "You're just upset because you're pretty much the same, Paul. You pooped in your pants *twice* last week. Mommy even had to pick you up from school!" Paul's face got red, "S-shut up! Those were accidents! Mom says you're not supposed to make fun of me for it, because it isn't my fault! That's what Dr. Farren says too!" If Matty's mind wasn't in such a peculiar state, then perhaps he would have taken that information and started to recognize a pattern. Paul was one of five boys that the good doctor was covertly running her 'diaper' trial on, with his own treatment having just recently begun. He hadn't even been returned to Pull-Ups yet, let alone diapers, instead just pooping in his briefs due to 'unresolved trauma'. Paul turned to Matty and bit his lip, "Sorry about my sister...She's just a big jerk. My name is Paul, what about you?" "I'm not a jerk! I just said it smells like poo, because it does!" Matty finally turned his head, "My name is...Umm, Matty." He would usually sooner die than refer to himself by that nickname, but it felt right for some reason. "You want to play dinosaurs with me?" Paul looked surprised by the offer, mostly because it was coming from a boy older than him, when Paul himself was too old to be publicly playing with toys like this. He put two and two together and came to the conclusion that Matty must be 'slow', so to be polite, he nodded and sat next to the smelly preteen. May balked at the sight, watching as the two boys played with the dinosaurs like oversized toddlers in a playpen. "Boys are so dumb..." She muttered. The girl was a patient here herself, as her abrasive personality could probably infer. Unlike either of the two boys though, she was being spared spiteful quackery and was recieving genuine treatment. Whether or not that treatment could turn her into a better person was a different question, because being given such an upper hand over her older brother was something was surely wouldn't help. Matty felt another low gurgle in his gut; it was minor, like a remnant, but it still drew in his attention. A big boy would have blocked the thought out, with the knowledge and confidence that he could hold it until he got a chance to use the toilet. Even with a huge pile of poop already in his diaper, the boy normally would have taken care not too add even further to the sloppy mess. He just didn't feel that inhibition though. He had no red flag in his mind about what it would mean to actively crap his pants in front of other kids; why bother holding back? His diaper was already filled and fuming, so what was the harm in going a little more? Matty lifted his squishy bottom off of the floor and quietly pushed down on his bowels. It really didn't take too much; the excretion wasn't immediate, and it did require a couple of grunts, but in a matter of moments he was feeling something solid squeezing into his dirty diaper, propelled by a noisy fart. There was a gentle *crackle*, *plop* and *squish* that immediately followed the gassy expulsion, and then a quiet sigh of contentment. While pushing out the final steamer had been a casual act for the mentally-altered boy, it'd been a captivating feat of putrid proportions for the small audience he had. "That's so gross! He did it right there in his pants!" The girl sneered, pointing a finger at Matty. "Right in front of us!" As rude as she was about it, she wasn't at all wrong in her assessment. Matty knew he should feel embarrassed about it too, to so shamelessly push a log into his diaper in plain sight, but his capacity for shame just felt damaged right now. "M-May! He probably can't help it!" Her brother interjected, though he had scooted a couple of inches away when he'd noticed it happening. That was kind of funny. Every other accident had been just that: an accident. In the waiting room though, he hadn't done it unintentionally; Matty had very much *decided* to soil himself, and he'd come to enjoy it a lot too! Had something happened to him? He knew that he wasn't thinking straight or acting right, but he couldn't pin down why that was the case. "Come on, Matty! Let's go get you changed, okay?" His mother's voice suddenly called out to him as she walked over, her 'meeting' with the doctor having finished. As he waddled out of the waiting room with her, he couldn't help but feel that something big had happened today; that his path had been changed and that things wouldn't be the same.