Story #96: Shots That Build a Narrative

Story #96: Shots That Build a Narrative (Part 7 to 'From Cool to Drool) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, domination, percieved as mushbrain, bullying, dirty diaper sniffing, using diaper like a diaper pail, fake depiction of scat, ongoing storyline, blackmail) The load in his diaper was warm and sticky; it clung tautly against his backside, smeared messily across his buttcheeks, and the odor also clung in the air. It wasn't the first time, or even the first ten times, that he'd crapped himself in his carseat, but it always stung his ego a little more. To be trapped in his own bubbling filth. To be restrained like a toddler. To have those fumes profligate within the tight confines of the car. It culminated in a mortified boy that had no choice but to own the stench for however much longer the drive lasted. To add insult to injury, Jaydyn could feel the front of his diaper growing hot and wet; the dull hissing was only audible to him and his brother, but his mother likely knew that the boy's bladder wouldn't last past such a large soiling without emptying. "Ugh, it reeks in here..." Logan muttered, waving a hand in front of his nose with one hand, while he pinched it with the other. "Couldn't you wait until we got home? Or at least *closer* to home?" Jaydyn was wishing for the same thing, so arguing with Logan felt uninspiring. Instead, he wiped the drool from his mouth and turned his head to the other side, so that he didn't have to meet his little brother's gaze. "Din't mean to..." Was his sheepish response. His mother cracked the windows, but otherwise didn't comment much on what Jay had just done. She wanted to spare his feelings, since it was something that the blond was clearly ashamed of. The rest of the trip home was thankfully less eventful, even if it was a lot more pungent. Logan reached over and unstrapped him from the carseat, all while wrinkling his nose and giving Jaydyn his most agitated look. They all got out of the car and his mother pulled him aside to a quick diaper check, since she needed to see how careful he needed to be getting upstairs. Judging from outward appearance and then with a quick inward glance, the diaper was holding strong. If anything, it could probably handle double what it was hauling now, before having to worry about reaching capacity. She gave him a gentle pat on the rear and told him they would go take care of it before his friend was set to arrive. His parents had gotten pretty good at changing diapers again. It hadn't been a skill they had needed in many years, and diapers on a preteen was a different beast altogether than on a toddler, but they had become a lot better. They had the annoying habit of essentially 'baby-talking' at him during it sometimes, but Jaydyn figured it was reflexive. So, as had become routine, he went up to his room and laid down on a changing mat on his bed. His mother accompanied him and helped him get his shoes off, and then his sweatpants. The Abena was swollen and yellow in front, and some faint brown stains marred the backside as well. She grabbed some supplies from the dresser and within five minutes, she was heavily powdering his sparkling clean butt. She then taped him up, while the balled-up diaper sat right next to him; disposing of the dirty diapers was a duty doled out to him, to give him some sense of independence in the whole situation. "I'm going to go start making some snacks for you and your friend, alright?" She sweetly gave him a pat on the head and left, leaving the boy sitting on his bed next to the steaming diaper. Jaydyn let out a little sigh and rocked; the fresh diaper crinkled even more loudly when it was unhindered by the muffling power of pants. He got off the bed and grabbed the diaper, feeling ashamed from how heavy it was. Near the closet was where his diaper pail resided, and a little basketball hoop was right above it. 'Dirty Dunk' it read on the backboard. The charming fixture had originally been for use with a dirty laundry basket, but had been repurposed since coming back home. His parents thought it would make things a little more fun, but it usually just made Jaydyn feel like more of a toddler. He still shot the hefty diaper in the pail like a basketball though, since it felt like it helped repair his hand-eye coordination, even if just a little bit. The pail lid then got closed and Jaydyn went to fish out something fresh to put over his diaper. The sweatpants fit well, but it seemed just a smidge too warm in the house to justify wearing them all afternoon. Since Luke obviously already knew about his diapers, Jaydyn at least didn't have to focus on apparel that would obscure them. He settled on a pair of board shorts; they were still pretty baggy, but didn't rise as high as the sweatpants did. They'd keep him covered up, but not to the level of the sweatpants. Now what? Luke hadn't specified an exact time, and it wasn't like the dork had his phone number, though it wasn't for a lack of trying. Jaydyn was at least somewhat confident that Luke knew his address, but he was really just hoping that his classmate had forgotten it, and that could push this little meeting at least one more day. His little brother came in the room with a sour look on his face, likely because of the odor that still hung slightly in the air, and started to change into something more suitable for the skate practice he was about to get into. Jaydyn sat on the beanbag chair and began to boot up their console. "R'member, not my bes' one." He reminded the younger boy tersely. "Yeah, whatever. I *am* going to take these skinny jeans though." Jaydyn furrowed his brow. It was bad enough that Logan was trying to nab his boards and gear, but his clothes too? Not on his watch! "Nuh-uh, d'ose mine. Not yours." Logan scoffed, "Oh really? The skinny jeans you can't even wear anymore? On account of your big diapered butt? Even if you *could* get them on over your diaper, you'd probably just rip them whenever you crapped yourself." Jaydyn turned around in his seat, ready to argue, but grimaced at what he saw. Logan was standing there, the jeans in his hands, and his big-boy briefs on full display. It was an unwanted reminder of how they no longer wore the same class of undergarment; that Logan was genuinely superior to him in this regard. Logan appeared to pick up on this and he cracked a smile. "Maybe I should go ahead and add your old underwear to my side of the dresser too. Not like you'll be using them for a long, long time...If ever." "Shuddup! You can't hab' dem!" The indignant reaction was worth a laugh from the younger boy. He snapped the waistband of his own briefs as a way of emphasizing their difference and then began to pull the tight jeans on, which was still a little difficult, since Logan was less on the slender side. "I'm going to take what I want, Jay. You should know that by now, even if your head *is* as mushy as your big, gross diapers. You're a *retard* now, just learn your place and stay in your lane...Or else I'm going to make sure you do." Jaydyn turned back around without another word. It wasn't worth going into another lengthy argument with the brat, especially since Jaydyn could barely string his thoughts together to defend himself with. Logan grabbed the rest of what he needed and smirked, taking his brother's silence as an admission of defeat. "Have fun with your little playdate, Jay. Try not to stink up the room too bad." The younger boy left, but as he was heading outside to make his way to the park, he would then run into Luke. Logan didn't chat long, since he had no interest in becoming the next target of Luke's attention, but he did direct the dork as to where Jaydyn was, and opened the door to let him in the house. A few minutes later and the door to the room was opening once more. Jaydyn was focused on the screen in front of him, so he didn't turn to see who it was; to him, it seemed obvious that it must be Logan, who'd forgotten something and had to come back in to get it. "So this is your room, huh? I guess I was expecting more." That definitely wasn't Logan, though it *was* someone whose name started with a 'L'! He rolled over on the beanbag chair with wide eyes, "How you get in?!" Luke smiled and closed the door behind him. "You begged me to hang out, remember? Because I'm so cool and you're...What was it again? A 'pootard' is what you called yourself?" Jaydyn blanched at hearing the word again. "...Uh-huh. Now what?" He almost didn't want to ask that. Luke had made it pretty obvious that his only true intention was to raise his own social standing, and that he had no qualms with destroying Jaydyn to do it. Aside from Angela, he was currently the only student who knew of what had really happened to him. So why the hesitation to go ahead and leak the photos? Why this little meeting at all? Luke wandered over, but took his time and took in the sights of the room. Aside from the diaper pail, there hadn't been too many adjustments made to the room since Jaydyn's unfortunate accident. Things likely wouldn't stay that way, but for now, there was a minimal amount of shameful features to speak of. "I imagined I'd be in here one day. I just thought it would be when you were still cool. Looks like you share it with your little brother, huh? Must suck for him, having to share a space with someone who craps their pants." The blond blushed and fidgeted on the beanbag chair. "..Don't do it dat much." Luke raised an eyebrow at the claim. "Oh, really? Just once in a blue moon and I happened to be around for the show? Hm...I don't know about that." The pudgy terror changed course and headed toward the diaper pail. He got a chuckle out of the net hanging above it, especially with 'Dirty Dunk' emblazoned on it. "Still sporty, even as a mushbrain...Guess you do more 'slam dumps' now though, don't ya?" He opened the lid to the pail and wrinkled his nose at the stench. The pail was more than halfway full, and Jaydyn's most recent diaper was on top of the stinking heap. "Wow, that sure looks like a *lot* of icky diapers." Brave, or rather just someone who was far more comfortable with gross things than he should be, Luke reached down to grab the one on top. Heaving the balled up diaper out of the pail, he acted as if he was weighing it. "Hmm...Still warm. Guess you just got a change a little while ago. But it doesn't happen *that* often...Right..." Jaydyn looked disgusted, even though he was the one that had deposited the diaper in the pail in the first place, not to mention he was the one who'd filled it to begin with. "What you want?" Luke placed the balled up diaper on top of the lid of the pail. "Right to business, huh? I thought we'd have a little photo shoot. Maybe just a few shots to really finish up my little gallery." More blackmail. Jaydyn wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. If Luke wanted to better put the boy under his thumb, then it at least spoke to the idea that the dork didn't plan to immediately oust him from his spot on the pecking order. Alternatively, Luke was looking to get some diapered photos that were far more salacious and brazen, since he probably hadn't gotten very good ones in the library. "Why?" Jaydyn deigned to ask. Luke put his hands on his hips, "I don't think you're really in much of a position to ask *why*. Every moment that I don't blast you on social media is a gift from me." True as that was, it still left a big cryptic slot for what the motive here could be. So the question became whether Jaydyn should allow his reputation to self-destruct outright, or if he should potentially make it explode later in a much worse fashion. Jaydyn sighed and stood up, his diaper rustling underneath his shorts. Against his better judgment, he was going to model for whatever twisted scrapbook that Luke was planning on making. "...Okay." "Good! First things first, ditch the shorts. We can't have you covering up the most important part. Gotta snap shots of those big poofy retard-pants that you're wearing." Jaydyn obliged the request and let his shorts slip off his hips. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, now showing off his Abena like an obedient little dummy. While he got ready, Luke was taking his backpack off and starting to open it up. Using the dresser as a table, he started to lay some things down on it: a pacifier pilfered from his baby brother, a few chocolate bars, and a colorful Pampers that would obviously be too small to really fit Jaydyn. "...There we go. Got our props. Trust me when I say that these photos are going to make it impossible for you to ever disobey me. I'll keep them a secret, but you're going to be working hard to make me popular." That didn't bode well. From the sound of things, Luke intended to make him look far more mushbrained than his padded appearance already suggested. "We'll start with something simple. Open your mouth and start drooling, and get that finger in your nose..." The first few pictures were indeed simple, though humiliating all the same. Jaydyn intentionally let drool flow down his chin, lolled his tongue out the side of his mouth, he stuck his finger in his nose and even ate a booger on camera. Luke then handed him the pacifier and Jaydyn had to mindlessly suck on that for a little bit too. "Good boy! Now...Let's get a little grosser. Pick up that dirty diaper and give it a nice big sniff. Really sell that you love smelling poopy diapers." "H-huh? No! Me not gonna do dat!" Jaydyn huffed, cheeks turning crimson at the thought. "Hey, who is the director here? You really want to test me when we're only halfway done?" Luke narrowed his eyes. "Do everything I say, or I'm gonna post all of this right now." The blond groaned quietly and shuffled slowly towards the pail, where his diaper from earlier had been placed. He picked the heavy garment up and gave Luke one more pleading look; Luke didn't appear to have any mercy for him. With no other choice available, Jaydyn brought the balled-up diaper to his nose and grimaced as he took a powerful sniff of it. "Aww, does tardy like sniffin' his own dookie diapers?" The chubby dork mocked, snickering as he held up his phone to record everything. "Come on, let me hear it. Say you like smelling poop." "...Tardy like smelling poo." Jaydyn quietly mumbled. "Louder. I can't hear you." "Tardy love smelling poopie!" Luke smirked, "That's better. Now for this next shot, we need *you* to be poopy. Since I'm assuming you don't need to go, we'll have to figure something else out..." The blond stopped his forced huffing of the dirtied huggies and got anxious. Part of him thought that Luke intended to make him unfurl this loaded diaper to put back on, which sounded like it would get messy, not to mention it would just be gross. "We'll just have to use some movie magic. Grab that diaper, and a few more out of the pail. Stuff them down the back of the diaper you're wearing, that'll make it look lumpy and full." Luke commanded. Turning his diaper into an interim pail was also gross, but Jaydyn figured it was a small step above the alternative. Obediently, the boy took the loaded diaper and stuffed it down the back of his fresh one, creating an unsightly bulge in his seat. He then grabbed two more off the top of the pail and added them, giving his Abenas a ridiculously full appearance in the back. "Good stuff! Looks just like you took a giant crap in your pants. Now, let me get the other thing you need..." Luke turned back to the dresser and unwrapped one of the chocolate bars; he let it sit in his hand and grow warm for a few moments, and then proceeded to grab the toddler diaper that he'd brought along. A little more fiddling around, and he presented his work to Jay. The Pampers were being repurposed into being a hat, and using the chocolate, Luke had finger painted the word 'Poobrain' on the front. He slid it on the boy's head with another snicker, "...There we go. A couple like this and then we'll get into the final couple of shots." After the next couple of pictures, each with their own mortifying poses, Luke grabbed the chocolate bar again. He had Jaydyn stand straight up and the chubby boy squatted down right behind him, getting eye-level with the bulging diaper. Luke took the chocolate bar and sloppily wrote 'POOTARD' in huge brown letters on the backside of the diaper. He also added some random stains all around the seat. Then, he took Jaydyn's hands and began to cover them with the melting chocolate as well. Luke posed Jay's hand to look as if he was the one that'd etched the slur on his diaper and then took a few more pictures like that. For the final picture, and what would be the most grotesque, he took the last bit of the chocolate bar and had Jaydyn smear it all around his mouth. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Luke was trying to make the picture imply. It was the most devolved possible state to put out there, and to kill any remaining subtlety, Luke added the words 'poo eater' right underneath 'pootard' on the back of the diaper. It was the ultimate leverage. Even if people found out about his diapers and his brain damage, this would still be ten times worse to get out. It meant that no matter what, Luke would remain in control over him, and Jaydyn would have no choice but to comply. "Oh yeah, these are some good pictures. They'd probably throw you in the retard room and throw away the key if anyone saw these." Luke grinned. Jaydyn suddenly let out a loud gurgling fart in his diaper. He was beyond anxious at this point; he was downright terrified of what the future held for him. He suddenly bent his knees and helplessly began to push a big steamer out into his pail-pants, and luckily for Luke, the dork had still been recording. The compulsion that his bowels were giving were too powerful to resist, and the skater got onto his hands and knees, upturning his bulging bottom and sticking it outward. "Nnghh...P-pooopie!" Jaydyn blurted out, the large steamer pinching off with a wet crackle, and being immediately replaced by a roaring, voluminous rush of soft sticky mush. "Uh-oh, what's the 'pootard' doing, huh?" Luke teased, as if he didn't know what that sound meant. "Pootard bakin' BROWNIES!" Jaydyn exclaimed between noisy grunts, his chocolate-smeared face becoming red in bodily strain. Luke had more than he needed. With this collection of pictures and videos, Jaydyn would be completely under his thumb for as long as he seemed useful. He'd use every bit of the 'cool' kid's remaining credibility to elevate himself, and then when Jaydyn was of no further use, he'd properly punish the dummy for scorning him all these years. It was only fair that Jaydyn learn what life was like at the bottom rung of the social ladder.