LS7: Mad Science- Part IV: A Brain No Longer Needed

PART IV: A BRAIN NO LONGER NEEDED The number on the bulging, brownish seat of James' diaper was over fifty. That became more obvious when Calvin's own hefty diaper was taken away from James' drooly, dimwitted face. Calvin was lowered to the ground, and the feeding ceased, with the tubing being plucked away from the mask. Calvin's expression was one of completely oblivious bliss. Smelling his own poop for as long as he had, in such a densely focused way, had done much to ruin his mind. Another quick trip through the dressing chamber, and Calvin waddled out with nothing but a dopey smile and a maximum capacity diaper that'd reached its limit. "Let's see...I'd call that two successes. James is at short bus levels and is still dropping, and Calvin lobotomized himself with the smell of his own poop. That just leaves Quinn..." The genius ordered a quick change for Calvin and the blond was visibly unhappy that the source of the wonderful stink was being taken away from him, even though he got a fresh new diaper to destroy instead. Thad weighed the diaper in his hand and smiled, "Now we'll have to see what this means for Quinn's intelligence." He placed the dirty diaper back on the same podium that it'd rested on when it hadn't been filled, and he began to work one of the consoles. Two large domes came down the ceiling; one covering Quinn's head, the other covering the smelly diaper where Quinn's mind truly existed. Sidney watched in awe, while Frank scooted his mushy bottom against the tile floor, still muttering and raving about how much he loved poopies, it being all his poobrained mind could think about. Catching sight of Sid's inquisitive eyes, Thaddeus decided to give his sycophant the play-by-play. "As you remember, Quinn's mind was put into that diaper that Calvin spent the last hour wrecking. So now, since that poopy diaper is pretty much his brain, we have to replace his old empty brain with it. The machine will neatly exchange the two, won't even leave a scar. Though the diaper might have to be compressed a tad..." The machine finished and the domes began to raise back up. The massively filled diaper was gone, and in its place was the brain that had once housed all of Quinn's thoughts. The diaper, which now housed those thoughts, was back in a 'proper' place in its place, and Quinn's body looked to have a flicker of recognition again. "Duhhhh...Doo-doo...doody..." His drooly mouth tried to speak, slurring and sluggish in delivery. He stumbled out of the chair, uncoordinated on his feet, "Brain feel...poopy..." The former brainiac announced, getting a snicker from Thaddeus. "That's right, Quinn! Your brain is poopy. I guess your IQ didn't fare well with Calvin pottying in it so much, huh? Guess you'll go from being the smart kid to being the class retard." Thaddeus laughed harder, coming over to pat the back of the boy's very thick diaper, right as a fart rippled in the back of it. "And now we're left with this useless thing..." He added, picking the brain up off the podium and getting a wicked idea. "Might as well get rid of it, and you DID say that it was poopy, and poop belongs in your diapee.” Without another word, Thaddeus pulled back the waistband of the massive diaper and stuffed the large pink thinker down into the backside of the garment. It created a large bulge in the back of the diaper that looked like a hefty pantload. Quinn didn't seem to realize what it was, so he actually assumed he'd already pooed himself. The former Smarty-Pants reached back and patted the large brain-bulge, "I maked squishy poo-poo! Big poo-poo!" He announced, too stupid to realize the importance of what was pressing against his buttcheeks. There was another big juicy fart, with such power that it made Quinn shudder and knock his knees together; what followed was the rude sound of violent splattering and heavy plopping against the cushioned walls of his diaper. It was such a massive eruption of sloppy filth that the diaper's back panel immediately stained brown in splotches, and the surface grew lumpy in multiple other spots. "...And I guess we won't be able to reverse it now, oh well. Even if I did put your thoughts back into your brain instead, I doubt you'd want a brain that damaged." Thaddeus giggled, watching the scene unfold, enraptured by the humiliating fate he'd orchestrated for someone he truly hated. Quinn's soiling didn't stop there, and drool began to dribble onto his chest, while boogers hung from his nose. He looked completely and utterly braindead with how shamelessly he made pushies in his pants. Thaddeus suddenly gave him a shove backwards, and Quinn lost his balance, falling right onto his squishy butt with a deafening squelch. Everything in the back of the diaper got mashed, including the one thing Quinn had once taken pride in. Quinn continued to grunt, fart, and defecate, even while sitting flatly on the floor. The squishy sensation enthralled the diaper-brained dummy and he started to rock back and forth, only further destroying a mind that was once worthy of the praise of his peers. "Squishy! Poopie squishy!" Thaddeus looked around the laboratory, beaming with pride, though the place now smelled like a daycare. Sidney was dutifully by his side in a lumpy onesie. Frank, now shrunk and fattened up, was mucking around in Thad's dirty diaper, his plastic pants crinkling with every movement. James sucked his thumb, eyes devoid of all intellect and his diaper showing that it held the entirety of his higher thinking. Quinn was severely mentally retarded, continuing to destroy what was left of his old brain, while Calvin desperately crawled behind him and stuck his nose against the massive diaper, fiendish for the smell of diaper droppings. And Zane of course was standing there, still dirty and uncaring, a loyal servant for now and forever. ------------- (Concluded in Part 5!)