Story #118: After the Accident (Part 2)

Story #118: After the Accident (Part 2) (Part 12 to the 'From Cool to Drool' series) (Content Tags: messy diapers, humiliation, bullying, medical setting, perceived stupidity, ongoing story) "Yes, hello, we're here for my son's appointment? He had a MRI scheduled to check the progress of his recovery." Jaydyn stood beside his mother awkwardly, having to play the role of the silent son while his issues were openly aired. Returning to the hospital was wholly unpleasant for him, even if it was for a good reason; the excitement he had over seeing himself get better was overshadowed by the drab walls that he'd called his home for such a long time. Being back here again made him feel like he was back at square one, where he'd been functionally retarded, instead of just by all appearances. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground, while the woman on the other side of the counter typed his name into her computer. "Ah, yes. Third floor, I'll let them know that you're coming." The third floor had been where he'd been before. It was for more serious issues, where the child would be staying in the hospital for a longer time. Coincidentally, it was also the floor where they kept the MRI machine, so a return to his old stomping ground was inevitable. He suddenly felt something cool against his mouth and realized he'd idly been drooling on himself while standing there, so he pulled his hand out of his pocket to wipe his sleeve against his lips. Immediately after, his mother was grabbing him by the hand and thanking the receptionist for her help, before starting to lead her son to the elevators. It looked a little silly, for a preteen to be led by the hand like a preschooler, and his mother's pace was more than he could easily keep up with, which made him walk with a funky gait. Luckily, they didn't get too many looks, though those that did glance their way were probably under the accurate impression that the boy was disabled in some way. Jaydyn's only real fortune was that he didn't yet have poop in his diaper, but he also knew that wasn't long to last. If history was any indicator, the possibility for an accident in the MRI machine would be high, especially when considering how nervous it made him feel. His mother was well prepared for such an event; any time they went out into public for an extended period, she made sure Jaydyn carried around a little diaper bag for himself, with several changes and the supplies necessary to clean him up. It was all stuffed in a cute little backpack that had childish designs all over it; a throwback to when he and Logan had originally been at those ages where a diaper bag was needed. Jaydyn stood in the elevator with his mother, and before the doors could close, another woman came in with her own children: a male toddler in her arms and a little girl standing beside her. As the doors closed and they began to ascend, a ripe odor filled the closed confines of the elevator, which the little girl crudely commented on. Without thinking about it, Jaydyn's mother reached down and pulled back the waistband of his shorts. "Did you poop, sweetie?" It'd typically be a fair question, since the blond did poop very often, and he'd been almost suspiciously clean since they'd driven over here, but Jaydyn was not the culprit here. While damp, his Abena was otherwise free of filth, which his mother would quickly discover. "M-mooom!" He cried out, cheeks pinkened from the embarrassment of such a public pants check. "That big boy wears a diapee like Thad!" The little girl exclaimed to her own mother, pulling at her pantleg with one hand and pointing mockingly with the other at the diapered dummy. "I think it's mine that has the dirty diaper." The woman sheepishly interjected, giving the toddler's bottom a crinkly pat. The woman seemed somewhat mortified that her daughter was gawking at the 'disabled boy' and was happy when the elevator stopped to open. "Can't be too sure." His mother chuckled, giving Jaydyn a gentle pat on his own rear. Jaydyn's mother didn't apologize to her son for the accusation or for the lack of discretion; she felt she better understood her son's shortcomings than he did, and that there was no avoiding acknowledging them, even if they were in a public setting. She again grabbed the boy's hand and led him out into the hall of the third floor. He wanted to say something, to point out how inappropriate it was to treat him with so little respect for his age, but he couldn't justify an attempt, not with how poorly he'd end up communicating it. How could he request to not be treated like a giant baby when he could hardly stop himself from talking like one? So Jaydyn instead seethed and smoldered, puffing out his cheeks and waddling his way to the room at the end of the hall; the same room he remembered getting MRI scans in a few months prior. Entering the room, it looked just as it had before; there was the clash of childish motifs and clinical sterility that encompassed the whole pediatric hospital. "Mrs. Baker, and little Jaydyn! So good to see you again." The doctor greeted, having arrived in the room a few minutes earlier, once he'd heard that they were on their way up. "Thank you for seeing us today, Doctor Kingston. Jaydyn has been...Adjusting, as well as he can, I suppose..." The older man nodded, "Well, why don't we take a look? That way we can see if there's been any significant change in that noodle of his. Go ahead and strip him down, and you can put him in one of the gowns." He directed his finger toward a few hanging on the wall. Jaydyn was familiar with the garb, since it'd pretty much been the only thing he'd worn during his stay at the hospital, bar his diapers of course. He was going to start disrobing on his own, but his mother gently moved his hands out of the way and began to take care of it herself. In less than a minute, he'd been stripped down to just his bulky Abena. He blushed, hating to be seen like this, but the doctor had already seen him in such a state before, so his shame was unnecessary. His mother quickly got the hospital gown on him as well, which further helped to preserve some semblance of his dignity. "I see there's not been any improvement toward the incontinence?" "No...Not even a little. He needs changing very frequently; if I changed him as soon as he went, then it'd probably be at least once an hour." "I see...Well, that was always a strong possibility. The specific scope of the damage to the frontal region will make regaining bladder control and especially bowel control a difficulty." The doctor looked as though he wanted to go into further detail, but seeing Jaydyn standing there still, he took pause. "Now, why don't we take a look?" The MRI was as uncomfortable as ever, and it filled Jaydyn with anxiety as he got put into the tube. His bodily reaction to that anxiety ended up similar to the last time, and he started to fart in his Abenas, a *lot.* It wasn't as loud and juicy as the last time though, and surprisingly, he didn't feel any poop smearing across his buttcheeks either. A few minutes later and he was pulled out of the Dutch oven, looking particularly drooly, but otherwise no worse for the wear. The doctor helped him to sit up and gave him a pat on the back, "That's a good boy! Now, we'll just do a little physical check-up and get you your lollypop, how's that sound?" "Like lolly..." Jaydyn dimly agreed, fidgeting in place with a crinkle. His ears, throat, and nose got looked at; his chest and back got the stethoscope, much like this was a typical romp to the doctor's office. As he was having to take deep breaths, the boy farted again and his face twisted up a bit. "Nggh...! Gotta..ugh..." Another juicy rumbling blew in his seat and his face reddened with uncontrollable strain, while slobber coated his lips and boogers dangled from his nose. "POOTARD MAKE POO-BROWNIES!" He'd really hoped to keep that new part of his lexicon a secret, ever since Luke had foisted the title onto him, but he couldn't control the things he said when in the throes of pushing out poopies. Both his mother and the doctor looked surprised by the juvenile term, though the resulting bowel movement would be less shocking. Another powerful fart thundered into his Abena and he leaned forward where he was sitting; one eye squinted closed and he grunted shamelessly as a large steamer began to push full-throttle into the back of his diaper. The seat of the garment bulged a bit from the sudden solid crackling its way out, but compared to how big his accidents usually were, this was still rather subdued. What that really meant was that he wasn't done, but that wouldn't be long to last. The doctor gave him another pat on the back as the turd fully pinched off into the bulky diaper. "Well, Mrs. Baker, I'd like to further discuss this with you in private. Do you need to change him first or...?" The woman shook her head, "He's got heavy powdering and rash cream; like I said before, if I changed him as soon as he was messy, then I'd spend all day wiping his butt. His diaper will be fine for a little while and that'll give him time to finish going potty." "I see. Well, I'd like to go over the results of his scan and the progress of his recovery; so why don't we get him his lollipop and get him dressed, and then I can get a nurse to escort him somewhere to play while we discuss things." The gown came off and his mother helped to get him dressed back into what he was wearing beforehand; there was some unplanned smooshing that occurred when she was getting his sweatpants back on him, but she didn't stop to apologize for it. Once she'd gotten him back into all his clothes, one couldn't tell that he at all 'special' except for the dribbling drool that continued to course. Jaydyn got his treat, which like a pacifier, gave him something else to drool on. A nurse would then soon arrive to escort him somewhere else, so that his mother could have a private conversation with the doctor about these results. As he waddled down the hall, he realized where he was being led: the 'playroom'. The playroom was exactly what it sounded like; for patients who were going to be staying for the long haul, it was a room full of toys and activities, to keep things from being too miserable. It all mostly skewed toward the younger side, but there were a few things more appropriate for a fifth grader such as him. He got led in and he could see that the room already had a few kids inside, ranging from preschoolers to a couple of kids as old as eight or nine. The older kids were monopolizing the lone game console, while the younger ones occupied themselves with toys that'd been charitably donated. "Have fun, Jay-Jay! Your mommy will be back before you know it!" The nurse chirped, turning to leave. Fun was hardly what Jaydyn expected out of a place like this. He might be a brain-damaged diaper-filler, but that didn't make him a baby, and this place always gave him that babyish vibe. The cute animal prints on the wallpaper and the bright colors made the room look like a daycare, and the abundance of Fisher-price toys didn't dissuade that at all. He waddled in, still sucking on his lollipop, and he decided to go sit in the corner, to avoid having to talk to any of the younger kids in here. A cursory prod to his pocket made him realize that his phone wasn't with him, and that his mother must have put it in her purse, or in his diaper bag. With nothing else to preoccupy his attention, he begrudgingly got some blocks and started to stack them up a little. Jaydyn looked out of place. He was the oldest kid in here and while the other kids were in hospital gowns, with their briefs displayed from the back, he was dressed like the cool skater boy that he'd once been. That should have given him the confidence needed to feel calm about being stuffed in here, but the diaper under his pants, which had a fresh turd crammed in the back, was mitigating whatever sense of superiority that he could have hoped for. Things could have at least been simple and he could have just messed around with some blocks until his mother was done talking to the doctor, but then the door opened again, with a different nurse coming to escort yet another couple of boys into the room. One of them was undeniably Skyler, the brat that'd been his hospital roommate for the whole duration he'd been here. Almost as fast as Jaydyn had noticed him, the mean boy had noticed him in return. Again, the preteen stood out like a sore thumb among the less fortunately dressed kids in here, and their history together made it quicker for Skyler to identify him. Skyler's eyes got big and he nudged the boy that he'd come in with, pointing over at Jaydyn and whispering something that got a high-pitched giggle. The two made their way over, both with goofy grins barely concealed. "Well, if it isn't little baby dumb-dumb? Why are you dressed like that? Shouldn't you be in those little footsy pajamas with the butt-flap? So that people can check your dookie diapers? Those look like big kid clothes." Jaydyn had to resist the very real urge to take one of these blocks and lob it at Skyler's head. After the constant mockery and humiliation, he'd grown a hatred of the little brat, and he'd really hoped that he'd never have to see him again. "Lemme alone, Sky." The blond put plainly, narrowing his eyes and frowning. "Wow, that almost sounded pretty normal! Did they put your brain back together or something?" Skyler asked, prodding his finger at the boy's head, while the other kid continued to giggle. Skyler turned to the other kid, "He's the one they stuck in my room. He fell off a skateboard or something without a helmet, so his brain got turned to poo, and so that's all he can do now. He dooked in his diaper all the time! It was super gross." "They don't make diapers for kids that big!" The other boy scoffed in disbelief. "My mommy made my little brother give up his diapers because she said he was too big to wear them." "They do make them! Just for dummy kids like him though, because they got baby brains. He's not smart enough to figure out how a toilet works, so he just poops in a diaper." Jaydyn had about as much of this conversation as he could tolerate. "Go way. Now." "Not until you show Carlos your diaper. I know you still gotta be wearing them." Skyler insisted, folding his arms with an expecting smirk. Jaydyn stood up, not to flee, but to assert his size over these little brats. He might not have the coordination to back up any physical threats, but he could at least flex his superior height. "I...don't...wear...diapers." Speaking slowly, he was able to get everything out without slurring. Carlos looked a little intimidated, but Skyler knew better. So instead of backing down, Skyler reached forward and grabbed a hold of the older boy's sweatpants, before roughly pulling them down. Just as he'd boasted, Jaydyn was wearing a big puffy diaper. What was better than that? The shock of being pantsed had also caused him to finish what he'd started in the MRI room. "I think they're even bigger than before!" **BBRRAAAAAAAAP!!** Jaydyn really wished he could have stopped himself. He wished he had some iota of control over his bowels, but that hadn't been the case for a while. So he had to freeze up in place as a juicy fart reverberated throughout the thick padding around his butt. The flatulence carried with it a tidal wave, and in mere moments, he was bending forward to splatter his diaper with hot muck. "Ewwww! So gross! He's actually going poop on himself, just like you said!" "Yup! He did this like a million times a day! The nurse was always comin' into our room to change his poopy diapers!" Skyler wasn't lying about that; the nurses had been obligated to be more vigilant with his diapering than his mother was, so he got changed on the hour when he was here. Sometimes more frequently if Skyler happened to buzz for one, since he didn't want to have to be surrounded by that stench. More gas blasted his diaper and his face again became a cliche of retardation with the drool, snot, and strained expression. The sound of more slop getting spewed was matched by the brown stains becoming more prominent in the back, which both younger boys had looped around to watch. Just as he was getting to the end of his tremendous soiling, for which the whole playroom was a captive audience, the door would open again with a nurse on the other side. "Jaydyn, your mommy is ready to--...Oh, looks like someone had to make a boom-boom." She cooed, seeing the dimwit in the middle of messing himself. The woman walked over and gently pulled his sweatpants back up, struggling a little to get them up over the swollen seat of his stinky diaper. She took a tissue from her breast pocket and also wiped his face while she was at it. "...There we go, no more boogies! Now why don't we go show your mommy what a big present you made for her, okay?" As he waddled away, led by the hand and his squishy diaper causing him to move with a large gait, he really hoped that this would be the final time that he saw Skyler. Whether or not he could be so lucky would be an entirely different matter... Once the nurse had led him back to his mother, she gave the boy a pat on the bottom and looked at the other woman: "He definitely needs a diapee change, and maybe some different clothes...When I went to get him, he was taking his pants off." The nurse obviously thought he was more mushbrained than he actually was, and that her advice was helpful; Jaydyn was too embarrassed to correct her, and his mother merely thanked her for the suggestion, before taking Jaydyn off for a quick diaper change before the drive back. Jaydyn was curious about what the doctor had discussed with her, but he was also a little too tired to ask right now. Surely it could only be good news though, right?