LS7: Mad Science- Part V: The Unexpected Guest

PART V: THE UNEXPECTED GUEST Thaddeus had destroyed his bullies, one by one, and it felt amazing. He'd have to decide what ultimately to do with them, but that could wait until later; for now, he just wanted to bask in the glory of victory and to enjoy a long deserved revenge. Ding-Dong! The genius was pulled from his elation by the sound of the doorbell. He pulled up the monitor that showed the front door and squinted his eyes, there was a kid waiting that looked a little like Sidney. He turned his head to his fan, "Do you know who that is, Sid?" "That's my little brother, Turner. I told him we were coming to TP your house, which I'm still extremely sorry about!" Thaddeus scratched his chin and pushed a button on his console, activating the trapdoor that would bring the new guest into the lab, instead of into the lab's cage. Looks like he was going into overtime. Turner screamed a high-pitched squeal as he fell into the slide that led him down to the lab and deposited him on the floor in front of Thad. "O-owie!" The boy groaned, rubbing his sore behind and getting back onto his feet. "Eww...Smells like poo in here.." Thaddeus stepped forward, "Welcome to the party. Turner, I presume?" "Yeah, I'm looking for..." The young boy stopped mid-sentence, getting a better look at the scene around him. He recognized everyone except Frank and his own big brother. "..Why are all my brother's friends actin' like big babies? They all got on dookie diapers!" He started to laugh, pointing and mocking childishly. "...And Sid always tried to say that I'm too much of a baby to hang out with them! Where is he anyways? What are you guys doin' down here? And where's 'down here' anyways? Aren't you that dorky diaper kid that my brother's always messin' with?" So many questions, so little time. Thaddeus grinned, "This is my laboratory. Your brother and his friends made fun of my diapers for so long, that I decided they needed a taste of their own medicine. Your 'big' brother included, of course...Though he's not so big anymore." Thaddeus gestured for Sidney to approach, "Don't be rude, Sid. Say hello to your baby brother." "Hi Turner! Isn't Thaddeus amazing? His genius did all this! So brilliant..." Turner's jaw dropped and the questions ceased. Now that he got a good look at him, this smaller kid was definitely his older brother! Well, younger now...And he was wearing baby clothes! And a DIAPER! "You turned him into a Kindergartner! A baby one!" The mad scientist laughed, "Yes, I did...But he couldn't be happier now. He has such a profound respect for me, that anything I do is admirable in his eyes. He'll also do anything I ask, isn't that right, baby Sid? Why don't you show Turner how you potty in your diapers like a good boy?" Sidney turned his rear to Turner and bent his knees. "I'ma good boy! I'll make poopies for you, Thad!" Turner watched in morbid curiosity, in juvenile fascination, as the little blond grunted and strained as hard as he could to squeeze a giant turd out into his already filthy Huggies. His cheeks grew a bright crimson, his fists clenched tightly, and his knees continued to bend lower. There was a crackling that started slowly and once it picked up inertia, there was an extremely powerful THWUMP!!! as his onesie popped open from the force and weight of a sudden cannonball being fired into his diaper. Without the support of the onesie, there was nothing to keep the heavy Huggies from sagging low between his thighs. "Was that big enough for you, Thad? Did I make you happy?" Thaddeus delayed a response, since all this laughter had dislodged something within. He really had to go number two again so soon? Might as well make the most of it! "Yes, but I think you should really show how devoted you are to my brilliance, Sidney." The genius looked Turner in the eyes, "He's so infatuated with me, that he just can't help himself. Every invention I make is worthy of his undying praise, no matter how simple, or how 'stinky'..." Thaddeus dropped his pants again, allowing Turner to gawk at the crinkly white 'underpants' that he'd heard the nerd wore. He also finally took off his lab coat, to allow his fanboy unfettered access to the object of his affection. Sidney didn't need to be asked; he'd been so jealous of Frank when he'd had Thad's diaper right in his face, and he was now over the moon that it was his turn. Sidney scrambled forward, his legs bowed out in an awkward toddling gait with the large weight in his Pampers bouncing up and down with each step. "Please, Thaddeus, make something for me to sniff! Your diapers are so wonderful, and I just love the smell of your poop!" Thaddeus laughed and saw Turner get a disgusted look on his face from the way that his formerly big brother was asking. "I guess James' butt isn't worth kissing anymore, huh?" The genius grunted softly and blew a loud trumpet note in his diaper. "U-ughh! He can't seriously be..." But he was. Sidney has his nose buried firmly into the back of the disposable, huffing gasbombs like his life depended on it, getting even more excited as that gas turned into solids. "He's not too different like this. He's still a brown-noser, just more literally now. He just loves-- Hrrghh! Mmph!!" BBRAAAAAAAP-PLOP! "--Smelling my greatness." Turner couldn't help himself but to laugh, but there was a dread in those giggles, a nervousness. Every boy in the room except for him and Thad had been transformed into cruel caricatures, a mockery of their original form; a crinkly contraposso for each of them, each befitting the sins they made against Thaddeus. "Mmm! So big and warm! So squishy and stinky! Nobody makes messes like you, Thad!" Sidney chirped between deep inhales, nuzzling the lump-laden backside like it was a pillow. "I know, Sid, thank you for noticing." The genius humored him, "Now, to deal with you...I really wasn't expecting another guest, so I don't have anything properly planned out. I'd hate to let a good lab rat go to waste though..." Turner tried to take a step back, and almost tripped over the chubby poobrain that'd been crawling along the floor, repeating synonyms for feces like it was a mantra. "N-no, I won't tell anyone, really!" The darkness of the situation was only illuminated by the bright smile that the depraved scientist had grown. "Oh, I know you won't." -------------- (The End...?)