Story #43: Pranked Back to Preschool (Picture)

Story #43: Pranked Back to Preschool (Content Tags: Humiliation, degradation, surrealism, mindless bureaucracy, messy diapers, academic demotion, bullied by younger kids) "Why don't you show the rest of the class that you can use the potty like a big kid?" I *was* a big kid. In comparison to the snot-nosed brats that I now rubbed elbows with, I was a *very* big kid. It sure didn't feel that way though, not with the cumbersome and crinkly disposable that was hugging my bottom. None of the other runts in the room had anything as humiliating as what I had, which was why I kept catching their bemused smirks and brazen giggles. It was funny enough that a 'big kid' would become a classmate, but it was hilarious that he would also be swaddled in a giant pair of Pampers. At worst, there was still one other kid in the classroom that wasn't fully pottytrained, and even he had the dignity of training pants. I had also been a godsend to that boy, since all attention had shifted away from his bladder inadequacies with my arrival and continued presence. I didn't belong here. This was the preschooler class, and I was supposed to be on the verge of becoming a middle schooler. The incident that'd landed me in here, against all reason, was all a misunderstanding anyways. It was like a tragic comedy, but it was my life. It'd started with being the victim of a juvenile prank, set in motion by the class clown. I was used to a little ribbing or harrassment from the guy, but I hadn't expected the specific way he would choose to humiliate me; it was simple yet effective. All he'd had to do was wait for me to get out of my desk for a few minutes, and he had gone on to plant a warm chocolate bar on my chair. After being in his pockets for a few hours, the delectable sweet had become a gooey, sticky mess. I sat right on it, without looking first, and while wearing cream-colored khakis. Sensing something was off, I'd immediately gotten back up, and the back of my shorts then had gotten a massive brown stain all across the seat. "Brent crapped his pants! Guess he forgot his diapers today!" That'd been all that was needed to thrust me ahead into the situation I now found myself in, well, at least the primary catalyst for what had caused it. I hadn't even really messed my shorts, and there should have been a million different ways to specifically articulate that, but I hadn't been given the chance. The teacher had sent me to the nurse, who'd chided me for something I hadn't actually done, and then had made me clean myself up in the bathroom, before giving me some lost-and-found clothes send me back along my way with. At no point did anyone believe me about it being chocolate, and nobody even seemed interested in letting me try to prove it. Mortifying, but I didn't expect any real consequences from it. The day after is where I'd be proven wrong on that. I got called down to the office and was pretty much told that since I'd soiled myself in class, that I didn't belong in the fifth grade anymore, and that I'd need to go back to the preschool class to prove my potty competence. It was true insanity. It was ludicrous! Scant months away from moving up to middle school, and they wanted to demote me all the way back to the start? Why would nobody listen to me or come to their senses about how ridiculous this all was? I could no longer even prove that it had been part of a prank, since those clothes had been unjustly trashed the day before! So I got marched down to the preschool class. Not only that, but I was promptly given a trip to their rarely utilized changing table and taped into some giant ridiculous diaper in front of all my new 'classmates'. Being so much bigger, and also in oversized Pampers, I was a pariah to these terrible tots. I was mocked and excluded, and I wasn't even allowed to push the little brats around for it. I was at the mercy of the merciless. The teachers were either oblivious to the derision I received, or purposely turned a blind eye to it; as if that would teach me some lesson about being a 'big kid' or whatever. In some cruel twist, I wasn't even allowed to show my maturity in the way I wanted. For all the time I was in that class, diapered against all reason, I was not given potty privileges. I would ask to use the restroom, and I'd simply be told that I wasn't 'ready' for that yet. My alleged pantload had meant preschool and Pampers until I could prove my pottytraining, but being in Pampers also meant that I wasn't ready to use the potty. It was a real catch 22, one that'd gotten me stuck in a loop. Every day I would ask to use the toilet, and in front of the class, the teacher would tell me I wasn't yet capable of such a 'complicated' task. At some point after, I would end up having to use the diaper, which somehow only further proved that I needed to wear them. They were putting me in a scenario where it was impossible for me to win. I couldn't start using the potty until I was deemed ready, and I couldn't be ready until I kept my diapers dry and clean for the whole day. Even being a big kid, that was simply too long a time for me to just hold it, so the cycle continued. Until today. I'd made it all the way to the end of the class without any 'accidents', though just barely with how much I needed to go. I told the teacher the good news, rather smugly too, and she confirmed that my diaper was clean. I asked if that meant I could use the restroom, and well, that resulted in... "Why don't you show the rest of the class that you can use the potty like a big kid?" It was a training potty, like one for toddlers. She wanted me to take a dump right there in the front of the class, with a bunch of prying eyes getting a front row seat. What other choice did I have? This was the only way to get back to fifth grade before 'graduation', as my dreams of becoming a middle schooler next year were getting less realistic by the day. So I started to trot up to the plastic potty, trying to ignore the juvenile giggles behind me. My gut was cramping fiercely by now and I was desperate for relief; I began to unbutton my pants and let them fall to my ankles, showing my puffy padded posterior to the preschool class. The only 'diaper baby' in here, and it was a preteen! Oh the shame... I hesitated on untaping the garment, thinking about how awful this was about to be. That hesitation was all it took to crush my dreams of returning to normalcy. **BRAAAAAAPPP-PRRRAPPP-PRRRTTT-SPLORT!** I just blew my only chance, and that wasn't all I blew. A raging torrent of sloppy muck began to flood my diaper with the splattering intensity of a cannon. Flatulent explosions billowed into my Pampers, with me completely helpless to stop it, instead just standing there with a look of sheer surprise. As the smelly mudslide cascaded to a conclusion, leaving my seat swollen and stained, I was given a final untenable cramp in my bowels. My will was already so weak, that I simply had to abide the impulse and push, straining and drooling on myself as a large solid turd snaked its way out and immediately tented my diaper out with a visible lump. As the log made its descent, the lump shifted and moved in a very noticeable way for my audience, before finally getting pinched and dropping like a hefty anchor in the muck below with a big squishy plop. The classroom let loose with uproarious laughter from all the mean-spirited runts that couldn't even tie their own shoes. They called me a poo baby, a diaper boy, and they were right. The teacher clicked her tongue at the sight of my big load and shook her head. "I told you that you weren't ready...I guess you'll be staying in here next semester, while all these big kids move on to Kindergarten. I think the potty is just too hard for you right now...You'll just have to stick to diapers and we'll try again next year."