Story #93: Putting the 'Dump' in Humpty-Dumpty

Story #93: Putting the 'Dump' in Humpty-Dumpty (Part 6 to 'Cool to Drool' storyline) (Content Tags: Ongoing story, messy diapers, humiliation, flatulence, drool, bullied by a little brother, protagonist perceived as a mushbrain.) Jaydyn had been given a lot to think about while he waited at the bench for his brother to come along. His first day back at school had been anything but successful; in fact, the only thing he could point at that was positive was that the rest of his class hadn't yet caught on to his new state. Angela knew, but was beholden by her duties to not spread the news around, and the same could be said for the nurse or his teachers. Luke knew though, and he was the real problem to stress over; Jaydyn was to be extorted over his alleged status as a 'pootard', and that extortion would become worse once Luke came over and got a better idea of what Jay's life had become. It was almost enough to regret the way that he'd so callously dismissed Luke's advances of friendship all this time. Then again, would things have played out any differently if that was the case? Luke was obviously an opportunist, and it didn't seem that he would have been any more sympathetic if they were 'friends' already. His thoughts on the matter came to a halt when he heard the shuffle of feet coming towards him. Jay bobbed his head back up and saw his younger brother had finally arrived at their little meeting spot. Logan didn't give him a smile or a peppy greeting, instead frowning and crossing his arms. "Oh, good, you're here...I wasn't sure if you were smart enough to remember where to go." The fourth grader put plainly. Jay let out a little huff and began to rise from the bench, grabbing his backpack to sling over his shoulder. His relationship with his younger brother had been very tumultuous these last few months, and he wasn't sure when Logan would stop being such a jerk over what had happened. At the rate things were going, the younger boy wouldn't become more mature about things for a very long time. "I'm notta--" Jay began to frustratingly deny, but Logan cut him off and rolled his eyes. "--Retard. Yeah, yeah, you've said that a hundred times already. Too bad you can't show me that; I'd really love for our room to not smell like the inside of your poopy diapers." Red painted Jay's face, a mix of anger and shame that had become all too common when speaking to Logan. If his little brother had spoken to him like that before the accident, then Jaydyn would have made him pay dearly for it, but he didn't exactly have the means to make him pay nowadays. "Just come on and get moving. Mom should be here to pick us up soon. Please tell me that you didn't fudge your Huggies; I really don't want to have to smell them all the way home." The older boy glared and shook his head, "No got fudgies in my pants." "Pfft, like you'd even know if you did. I don't think you have the brain cells to figure something like that out." Logan sneered, looking torn as to whether or not he should check for himself. It was such a far cry from where their relationship dynamic had been in the past. Logan used to look up to Jaydyn, he used to be envious of the reputation that he had so carefully crafted for himself. There had been some sibling rivalry, especially since the age gap between them was so small, but Jay's social supremacy had made the rivalry rather one-sided. Being the cool kid, the skater boy, Logan had been often overlooked. Logan had lived his life in the shadow of his widely beloved brother, only subsisting on the scraps of attention that Jay had discarded. Now that Jay's popularity dangled by a precarious thread, it was Logan's time to take that vaunted spot that the mushbrain would leave vacant. Jaydyn had already caught his brother borrowing his skateboard without asking, to practice on, and he'd seen Logan looking at his wardrobe too with covetous eyes. The only thing keeping Logan from completely throwing him under the bus was that he'd get in trouble for it, and also because he was probably embarrassed to be associated with what Jaydyn had become. That part seemed inevitable; that eventually people would know Logan as being the younger brother of the 'diaper-dumping retard', but Logan wasn't ready for that to be a reality just yet. His preference would be to first improve his own social standing, and then he could let his big brother be torn all the way down to the foundation. With a quiet sigh, Logan reached over and hook his finger on the waistband of Jay's sweatpants. "Guess I should probably check...Won't make much of a difference though, I doubt mom would change you before we go home." The bum-check was less about being pragmatic and more about asserting power. As he'd clearly laid out, it would hardly matter what the state of the diaper actually was, but the action of checking was a clear-cut way of showing Jaydyn who was in charge between the two of them. Logan pulled the back of the sweatpants out and took a good look at the puffy Abenas that were staring him in the face. They didn't look soiled from the outside, but with how thick they were, he would need to look beyond just outward appearances. The boy tugged on the waistband of the diaper itself and peered down, expecting to see something icky. "...Stained, but not actually poopy. That's a shock." Logan genuinely sounded surprised and he let the waistband snap back into place. "Must have gotten a diapee change pretty recently, huh?" Jaydyn wasn't about to dignify that with a genuine response. Instead, he turned his head to glower at the younger boy. "Dun' do dat!" "What's the problem? I'm just being a good *big* brother and making sure you didn't make any 'poopies' in your Pampers. Wouldn't want you to get a diaper rash!" Logan smirked, giving the seat of Jay's sweatpants a condescending pat, which caused the diaper underneath to obnoxiously crinkle. "I dun' wan' no one to see." Jay grumbled plainly, starting to head toward the exit. "What, do people still not know? How did you manage to get through the whole day without anyone realizing that you're a total retard now? Did you just not talk to anyone and run away whenever you crapped yourself?" Jaydyn clenched his fists. It was tempting to turn and take a swing at his pompous sibling, but then he remembered his encounter with Angela earlier, and it didn't seem worth pressing his luck. Jay didn't really have the coordination or bodily control to dole out a beating, and it'd just end with him making a fool of himself. Again. "...Not s'pposta call me dat.." He settled on mumbling; he couldn't very well let his brother's comments stand, but anything other than a verbal reprimand just wasn't in the cards right now. "Maybe not in front of mom or dad, though I bet that's what they think anyways. Kinda hard not to, with you acting like one now." The pair made it outside and began to head toward the pick-up line, which by now had thinned out a fair amount. Jaydyn took a look around, but it didn't look like their mom was here just yet. "M'still smurt...Jus' got some liddle problems." The devolution of his capacity for speech was a big one of those problems. Jay could get the words right in his head, but he struggled so badly to get them to come out the same way. Then there was the issue with his coordination and dexterity, which compounded how feeble he came across as... And most significantly was his totally broken toileting. As long as he was drooling and dropping dook-bombs in his diaper, what hope did he really have to prove his intellect? More specifically, how could he prove his intelligence to his jerky little brother, when the boy was so adamant that reality bend a certain way. "Oh, right, just some itsy-bitsy little problems! They sure seem a lot bigger when you're squeezing them out in that big dumb diaper of yours. It also becomes *my* problem, having to smell it all the time; I don't think anyone else in my class has to share their space with someone that needs a *diaper pail*." The bitterness on Logan's tongue slathered every word with venomous spite. There wasn't just a sense of smug superiority to his tone, but a resentment that painted his perspective out into the open air. Jaydyn wanted to cry, but more than that, he wanted to teach Logan a lesson about respect. Just a few months ago, the older boy was ruling the roost! Whether it was deserved or not, he had garnered Logan's respect and been the clear dominant force on their sibling food-chain. Jay yearned for that feeling again. "Ya betta' watch what'cha say." The blond growled, furrowing his brow. "M'not gonna be like dis forevah." That was the hope at least. Physical therapy and speech therapy were already on the agenda for him to start soon, and while he'd already been warned of how long it may take, he was blindly optimistic about getting his life back on track. There was only so much they could do for his newfound incontinence however, and the particular daze that soiling himself seemed to bring on. "Yeah, sure. With how scrambled your noggin is, I wouldn't hold my breath that they can put humpty-dumpty back together again...Emphasis on the 'dumpty' part in *your* case." Logan laughed. Jaydyn was going to give a cutting response, but then he heard a honking coming from the car line, and it became obvious that their mother had arrived. He gave Logan another burning glare, but began to shuffle over to the car. Here's where things would get a little more...Embarrassing. After he'd come home from the hospital, a couple of months prior, he'd been greeted by the sight of it in the backseat. It had actually been the first little recommendation that Logan had let slip: a carseat. Bigger, obviously, than one meant for a toddler, but the function was remarkably unchanged and so was the overall design. It wasn't a matter of his size, though by law the pair of boys should have still probably been in boosters; instead, the justification had been that it made sense with how shoddy Jay's physical abilities had become. There had been a lot more veracity to that when he'd first gotten out of the hospital; he'd barely been able to walk, and his balance had been significantly worse than it was now. Strapping him in when in the car would make things more comfortable for him, and keep him more secure. Now though? It really didn't seem nearly as necessary. He was maybe at a tenth of his former bodily control and physicality, but capable enough to sit upright in a car for extended periods of time. His embarrassment wouldn't override his parent's sense of caution, so the carseat would indefinitely remain. Jay gave a cursory look around the pick-up area. There weren't a ton of kids still around, and they looked preoccupied with their own lives. Better yet, it didn't look like any of them were around his grade level, at least none that he could *see*. He opened the door and climbed into the car, apparently moving too slow as Logan got behind him and gave a push to his padded rear. "Hello boys! Have a good first day back to school?" Their mother asked, seemingly oblivious to the rough handling that her younger son was using on her eldest. Jay nearly stumbled from the unexpected push, but he caught himself and began to get seated in the carseat. "...Uh-huh." Logan mercifully closed the door behind him, which at least obscured the sight of Jay sitting in the oversized baby seat, but then reached over to start strapping Jaydyn in, as if he wasn't capable of it himself. "Yeah, it was okay. Best part about the first day is that there's no homework!" Logan exclaimed, acting dutiful and helpful in front of their mom, a full change from the wretched behavior he'd only just been exhibiting. "I checked Jaydyn's diaper too, before you got here. He doesn't need a change yet." Logan added, retreating to his own seat to buckle himself in. "Oh, thank you, Logan! It's very responsible of you to help pitch in; very mature." Logan flashed his brother another sly grin, knowing that the praise must be driving the other boy crazy. "No problem, mom! I'm just trying to help out." They began to leave the pick-up line, to make the trip back home. Jaydyn felt a small cramp from down below, but he figured it was just gas, which appeared to be a presumption that continued to keep failing him. He was at least partially right, judging by the warm flatulence that was silently slipping out, but wrong in thinking it would go unaccompanied for long. "Well, with no homework today, I guess you two have plans on how to spend the afternoon?" Logan was first to respond, "Yup! Me and Rory are gonna go to the park and practice." "...Not wiff' my board." Jaydyn spoke up, shooting his brother a side-eye, since the brat had been 'borrowing' one of his skateboards an awful lot lately. "Why not? It's not like *you* can use it right now. Besides, you got like three of them." Jay did have three, but seemingly by spiteful intent, Logan kept borrowing his *favorite* one. "Dat not da' point! It mine!" "Jaydyn, sweetie, can't you share with your little brother? At least until we get him a skateboard of his own?" The boy huffed and fidgeted angrily in the carseat, the plastic-backed diaper underneath his sweatpants was crinkling clearly. "F-fine! But I choose!" It was the only comprise that would give Jay even a semblance of a victory here, and he could at least stop his younger brother from singling out the favorite. Their mother didn't seem to recognize the malice between the two and instead just looked happy for the brothers to come to an agreement. "Good! Now, what about you Jay-Jay? What are you going to do today?" Here was the part that Jaydyn hadn't wanted to think about. As per his 'agreement' in the library, he would be having Luke over today. It was either invite the loser over or have pictures of his poopy diaper posted all over social media. "...Friend comin' over." That was a genuinely shocking statement to hear for everyone else in the car. Ever since Jay had returned home, the boy had been refusing to have anyone over or to let anyone see him like this. For his 'social status' friends, this wasn't much of a difficult decision, but he hadn't even had any of his *real* friends over yet. Heck, he hadn't even fully explained his newfound condition to any of his real friends! He'd been vague and aloof about the whole thing, primarily talking to them over chat, where he could take a while to type something out, instead of babbling like a moron on the phone. "Oh, good! Who are you having over?" "...Kid name Luke." His brother couldn't suppress a snicker at that. For as unpopular as Luke was, his name was recognizable even to a kid in a lower grade, not at all for positive reasons. "Wait, really?" Jaydyn sighed, "Uh-huh...He comin' over." "That sounds like fun! I'll make some snacks for the two of you, while you play." His mother chirped, as if she was talking about preschool kids instead of tweens. Logan was clearly curious about the whole thing, but this wasn't a good place to grill his big brother about how this had come to be. What could get Jay to agree to hang out with a social poison like Luke? Especially after Luke had been so obnoxiously trying to hang onto Jay's coattails for so long? Jaydyn might be a loser now, like Luke, but it wasn't yet a widely known fact... The car stopped at a light, and Jaydyn felt another gurgle deep within his gut. He squirmed a little to get comfortable, and a juicy fart sputtered loudly into the white cushion of his Abena. There was nothing uncommon about the noise; ever since his descent into being a pantsfiller, he'd been pretty much perpetually gassy. "Uh-oh. I think someone's gonna need a diaper change before their playdate." Logan sneered. "Nuu...Jus' farded.." The older brother huffed, his legs wiggling in the carseat, bowed out by the strap that came up against his groin. Another sloppy sputtering came from his backside and Jaydyn let out a grunt. That pressure in his bowels had become very intense, and then it had just ceased, replaced by a cold tingle up his spine. His body shuddered and his wiggling came to a close, with his legs pushed out in front of him and becoming stiff, while his fists clenched near his chest. "That's not what it looks like, Jay." Logan pointed out. If circumstances were different, this would be another annoying display to deal with, but after their discussion, this was exactly what he needed to see his dummy of a brother do. "Ngggghhh...N-not makin' p-poo...! Mmph! N-no brownies!" Jaydyn insisted, his grunts punctuated by longwinded bursts of flatulence. "N-no fudge-cake!" A wet crackling emanated tremendously from underneath his sweatpants, and with his legs raised up, the boy started to push an enormous solid turd into his tidy diapee. The strap of the carseat forced resistance on the expansion of the filling diaper, which not only forced Jaydyn to strain harder, but also immediately smooshed the bulge in twain. "P-POOPIE!" Jaydyn fussed with a crimson face, his lips coated in drool and boogers dangling from his flared nostrils. The crackling grew in intensity for a full ten seconds, and Logan could watch in real-time as the log forced itself out and pushed tightly against the strap of the carseat. It was disgusting, but more-so amusing, and a pure reflection of how far his brother had fallen from the wall of 'cool'. Humpty-Dumpty was scrambled and dumping in his pants, and Logan would take careful steps to insure that he didn't get put together again. Jaydyn's time was over, now it was Logan's turn to be the cool brother.