Story #87: The 'Popular to Pootard' Pipeline

Story #87: The 'Popular to Pootard' Pipeline (Part 5 to the 'From Cool to Drool' storyline) (Content Tags: Ongoing story, messy diapers, humiliation, flatulence, drool, bullied by a dork, blackmail, protagonist perceived as a mushbrain.) So there Jay was, looking for a book in the library that he could do his report on; something big and sophisticated, that would dissuade any preconceptions from his peers on the new state of his intellect. This should have been an extraordinarily simple task, where there was no real chance of any failure, but then Luke had showed up. What would the start to a semester be without the dorkiest kid in their grade approaching him and brazenly trying to curry favor? Any other time, this would have been a slam dunk to shut down; he hadn't been brain damaged and wildly incontinent any of those other times though. So what should have been a swift 'goodbye' to the obnoxious geek, had instead rapidly devolved into the current scenario he found himself in: crapping his diaper like a total retard, right in front of the clinger. Oh, and of course he'd had to helplessly belt out his little catchphrase while he began to unfurl that massive turd in his britches, which Luke was just starting to register. "..W-what'd you just say? What about brownies?" The chubby kid was floored. The two boys sat on completely different ends of the social spectrum, with Luke being considered the biggest dork in their class, while Jaydyn was consistantly considered the coolest. Two paragons of the extremes, and that balance was being disrupted, just as the material of Jay's sweatpants were disrupted by the impending bulge being made. On a list of things that would have ever seemed possible, in the whole of reality, this was a combination of events that Luke could never had foreseen in any way. The beloved golden boy, the archetype of cool, the rightfully arrogant winner of the popularity Olympics...He was pooping his pants, right there in the library, in front of Luke's very eyes. Jay at least had the will to deny the reality of the situation; the log couldn't be stopped or even slowed, but the blond could still attempt to lie his way out of this mortifying nightmare he was caught inside. "N-noo..noo poo-brownies.." He muttered, freckled cheeks growing warm as he went back on his own shameless announcement. "Poo-brownies? ..O-oh, like..." Luke took another moment to realize that Jay had been literally informing him that he was in the middle of defecation. That clarity didn't do much to explain this event. The knob in the seat of Jay's sweats, small as it may currently be, was evidence itself that his cool classmate was pooping his pants. But that didn't answer why, or answer the reason that Jay would find it necessary to let Luke know about the accident in progress. "...I can't believe this..." In opposition to Jay's lies, Luke spoke a truth. He really *couldn't* believe this; half of him wanted to be completely mistaken somehow, but the other half, was instead basking in the smug sense of superiority that this implied. "Ngghh...nggh..N-nooo... No..MMPH! F-fudgies!" Jaydyn reiterated, awkwardly having to parse his broken sentence with poorly timed grunts and flatulent bursts. There was suddenly a more powerful fart, which made the boy's face turn bright red in unwanted strain; a noisy crackling sound came from the seat of his sweatpants, and the small lump began to rapidly expand in size. Luke gawked at the sight, especially as he saw a thick coat of drool begin to coat Jay's lips and a green trail run down from one of his nostrils. "F-FUDGIE..!" Jay announced, the rest of the steamer surging out into his diaper like a bull charging at a matador. The dense loaf coiled like a thick rope in the bottom of his Abena, causing a brief symphony of muffled crackles and crinkles from the mound making its way into the bottom of the garment. The last sound to punctuate the pungent pooping was a juicy, longwinded note and then a couple of residual *braps* that peppered his tormented tardpants. It dawned on Luke what he was looking at. He wasn't watching the coolest kid in class having an unfortunate and childish accident; no, he was watching the retarded remnant of the jerk that he'd desperately tried to impress for years, and he was watching not some random accident, but a lapse of intellect that fueled the pantsfilling before him. This brought forward a long list of complicated emotions for the dorky kid, but nowhere on that list was the type of sympathy that someone of Jay's misfortune deserved. Instead, Luke felt pity, disgust, dominance, amusement, surprise, and even resentment. That resentment was fuel for the spite that would follow, and it would be following Jay for many times to come. "You crapped your pants." Luke said more confidently than before. "You're like...You're like a retard or something now!" That word still hadn't stopped stinging. It wasn't out of some duty to political correctness, obviously so since Jaydyn hadn't had trouble with immaturely using it in the past, but instead came from the damage it did to his fragile pride. Jaydyn *knew* that he wasn't some special ed idiot, and his IQ wasn't all that impacted from his accident, but his outward appearance pointed elsewhere at every turn. It wasn't just that he was mushbrain that was smart enough to know the harshness of the term, but he was instead a 'normal kid' that couldn't stop himself from displaying himself to others as the very term he despised! He was drooling and snotting all over, while going red-faced and uncontrollably farting while he dumped in his diaper; oh, and announcing that he was doing it too! He was appearing as a comical stereotype of a retard, and no amount of proof in his other abilities would make that not be the primary perception that he gave off. Regardless of the complexity that still rattled in his head, of the intelligent thoughts that still pervaded, to anyone else he would just be a 'retard'. But he wouldn't take that lying down. "N-nuh-uh! Notta ree-tard...! No did poopie!" Jay adamantly denied, using his forearm to wipe the slobber off his chin. "Go 'way!" Luke laughed outright. Such absurdity with such conviction, it was worth the guffaw; which lie was more ridiculous? A sadistic smile grew on Luke's face as he towered over his squatting classmate. "Not a retard? Dude, you crapped your pants! I can *see* it!" The dork gestured plainly at the gnarled protrusions in the back of his pants, there was nothing else they could be, other than from poo. The only detail that Luke was not yet privy to was that Jay hadn't done such a dirty deed in his briefs; Jay's briefs were far out of reach these days, but if Luke had only just now accepted what the cool kid was, then there was little chance he was also thinking about the likelihood that diapers were in the mix. It was another matter of perception and expectations, so Luke as of the moment was convinced that that giant coiled anaconda was weighing down undeserved underpants, instead of the profoundly puffy diaper the turd really called home. "So I guess that little 'injury' wasn't so little, huh? You knocked your noggin' back a lotta years!" Luke snickered, relishing the shift in their social dynamic. "And now you're pooping in your pants like this is preschool! Wonder why they didn't just put you in special ed..." Luke wrinkled his nose at the slowly creeping fumes. The Abena kept much of the odor contained, but being this close to Jaydyn, the smell was somewhat noticeable. "...Ugh, you smell like poo too... And to think that *I'm* the one who gets called stinky." Jaydyn might have pointed out that Luke's poor hygiene was hardly the same as a pantload, but that wouldn't have really helped his situation at all. Instead, he was starting to stand back up, contemplating his next move here. "...Ya' can't tell no one..." What a laughable request that was. For one, it implied that Jaydyn had any standing to make requests in his current state. It also sought to ignore how harsh the mudbutt had been too him, and how he'd selfishly played gatekeeper to Luke's quest for popularity! Aside from all those personal emotions in play, there was also the fact that a sinking ship of Jay's size could rise even a raft like Luke up to grand heights. "You serious? I'm going to tell *everyone*. I'll be the kid that takes you down off your high horse, and that'll have to be worth something." He would crash Jay's popularity into oblivion and subsist on the burning wreckage to grow. "I think I need to get a picture though..." He added, reaching into his pocket and retrieving his phone. "Otherwise people might not believe me. I wonder how many likes I could get on it if I posted it online and tagged you?" "N-no! Stoppit!" The blond cried out, but he was too late and too feeble to do anything to defend himself from the loser he'd scorned. "Keep quiet, man. It's a library, don't ya know?" Luke reached out before Jaydyn could better posture out, and he used his free hand to pull out the waistband of the boy's sweatpants. "...Let's snap a pic of those poopy undies first!" He saw it through his camera before he saw it with his own two eyes. Jaydyn was *not* wearing what he thought; instead of thoroughly filled boxers or briefs, the offending garment was a dirty diaper? "...That's a...That's a *diaper*." Luke gasped, leaning in for a closer look at the thick padding. He pushed up on Jay's shirt and saw it rode up high on his waist; this wasn't some typical diaper, this was something heavy-duty. "Guess that makes sense, if you're all tardy in the head and stuff now." There was the sound of a shutter, multiple times, and then Luke let go of the other boy's waistband. "Now I *really* don't know why you didn't get put in the special hall. I can't think of anything less cool than dookie diapers." Jaydyn finally was allowed to turn around to face his newfound oppressor. Tears of frustration were again tickling the corners of his eyes. "Duh-lete those. Now." He hissed with venom. The plump photographer looked down at his phone and then slipped it back in his pocket. "And why would I do that, stinky? These pictures are about to make me the most interesting kid in class. Though..." A thought occurred to Luke in that moment. If he did this now, on the first day that the mushbrain was back, then he'd forfeit any further benefit of exploiting Jaydyn's presently untarnished reputation. In addition to that, there was a small possibility that it could backfire on him, if people instead were sympathetic to his pitiable condition. "...I guess I could hold off on that, for the right price." That didn't sound good. Jay gritted his teeth at the naked extortion, "Fine...I pay you.." Luke shook his head, "No, not your allowance or anything like that. I had something else in mind. I think that maybe you *do* want to hang out after school, right? Since I'm such a cool guy and you're just a retard that poops his diaper? Isn't that right?" Each jab was pointed and stabbing, intentionally mirroring the contempt that Jay had shown Luke just minutes before this had happened. The boy was smirking and folding his arms, expectantly awaiting the embarrassingly desperate pleading of a loser to be welcomed by his better. "...Yes. We can hang..."Jaydyn begrudgingly mumbled. "Ah, ah, ah! Try again, dummy. You're the one asking *me* to hang out. You really think you can bat out of your league without putting in the effort? I'm the one way too cool for *you*, now." The blond quietly groaned, knowing exactly what Luke really wanted of him here. The clinger wanted vindication and he wasn't about to let Jay off the hook with just a sulky affirmation. It only got worse when Luke brought his phone back out, which at first glance was to threaten Jaydyn into compliance, but then it got pointed at him. "Say it." "..P-please, please lemme hang wiff' you! You so cool, and me...umm.." "You're a poopy diaper retard. Say it." His cheeks got bright red, "M-me doo-doo diapee poo-tard.." He stumbled over the words, suddenly letting out another sloppy sounding fart in his dirty Abena and feeling another jet of hot mush splattering the backside, causing him to twist up his face and shudder. "M-me pootard, me make poo-brownies in diapee." Luke couldn't resist laughing some more at the comical sight of how pathetic Jaydyn had become, and how malleable he'd become with the introduction of some blackmail. He looked especially amused by the portmanteau of 'poopy' and 'retard' that Jay had mistakenly said with his degraded verbal skills and decided to keep the term in his back pocket just for the former skater. "Hmm...Well, I *guess* I could hang out with a loser like you after school today. Even if you are a 'doo-doo diaper pootard'." Luke repeated back to him in a mocking tone. "Just make sure your mommy changes your diaper before I come over; I don't want to be sufferin' from your stink." Luke pocketed his phone again, looking pleased as punch, and gave Jay a pat on the head before walking off. He'd need to spend the rest of the day thinking about how he could take advantage of this opportunity that he'd been granted. Meanwhile, Jay's heart was pounding, and he was stuck standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face. The secluded corner of the library had kept their brief interaction secret, but it'd also meant that no teacher could come to his rescue and put an end to the bullying. Jaydyn slipped his hand down the back of his sweatpants to feel the bloated backside of his diaper, grimacing at the warm squishy heft that greeted his palm. "Jay-Jay! We don't put our hands down our pants or touch our diapers! And-- Ugh, by the smell of things, I really hope your hand is *outside* the diaper.." Angela had come to check on her ward and was wrinkling her nose from what was radiating off of his padded butt. She stormed over and grabbed Jay's arm, pulling his hand out of his sweatpants and inspecting it too make sure he hadn't dirtied it. "Good, guess you aren't *that* dumb at least...Still dumb enough to poo yourself *again* though." She tugged back his diaper and peered inside at the much larger mess that had appeared since the end of lunch. "...Yup, that's a big poopie alright. I think we need to get you a fresh diapee before your next class!" Nurse Fitzgerald hadn't been happy to see the boy again so soon, and her bedside manner hadn't improved since earlier that morning, but she still got him cleaned up and changed into a new diaper. She just gave her running commentary while she wiped him, reiterating how this duty should be delegated out elsewhere. The last few classes of the day would run more smoothly, and Jaydyn kept under the radar for each one. Being the first day, he didn't have to worry about gym class yet, but that reckoning would soon come, and he wasn't sure what the expectations for him would be. School would finally come to an end, and Angela led the boy to the front of the school, so that he could get himself sorted out to go home. She gave him a pat on the rump and told him that she'd see him tomorrow, and Jay was then left waiting to meet up with his younger brother. Sitting at the bench, awaiting the arrival of his bratty sibling, Jay was able to reflect on his first day back to school and the hardships he'd had. With his impending meeting with Luke, Angela's derision, and the nurse's stinging scorn, he really was getting an idea of what school would be like going forward. He leaned forward and let loose a gross, bubbling fart into his diaper, the warmth seeping all throughout. The 'popular to pootard pipeline' was real, and he was stuck right in it.