Story #42: Counting Down

Story #42: Counting Down (A Sequel to 'Keeping Count') (Content tags: Messy diapers, karmic justice, braindrain, role reversal, literally shitting out your intellect) The little genius was enraptured by the sight of his bully, Pampered and subjugated before him, like an early Christmas present. Who *wouldn't* be giddy at such a prospect? Cory had belittled him for far too long, and being bigger or older had meant that there was very little recourse for Xavier to take. No more pantsing, no more wedgies or noogies, no more calling him an egghead or a nerd. As soon as that diaper got full, Cory would be reduced to little more than a moronic mudbutt; in a fitting irony, the loaded diaper would become a greater source of IQ than the dummy wearing it. Xavier looked at the bulky garment with a sense of accomplishment, and an egotistical admiration for his own handiwork. The subtle technological machinations in place were far beyond anything that Cory could have expected; the tapes weren't able to be removed by the wearer, lest they be shocked, and it was all thanks to the same nanobots that were actively working to remove all intelligence from the bully. From another viewpoint it may seem wasteful. Nanobots could do so much, and here Xavier had integrated them to interface with an infantile garment that existed to be defecated in and thrown away. It'd taken a tremendous amount of time to design this, and after Cory was done lobotomizing himself through his own bodily urges, the smelly invention would get tossed in the trash. That was okay with Xavier. Now that the blueprint was in place, he could further refine it for any other troublesome figures in his life. He'd already made a handful of them during the prototype phase, and most of the effort had simply been R&D; Cory might have been who he had in mind during development, but the older boy was little more than an initial Guinea pig at this point. "X-Xavier...If you have any real brains...in that stupid head of yours...You'll stop this and take this thing off me.." The threat was swiftly followed by a bellowing trumpet note, and the oh-so wonderful sound of a squishy solid making landfall in the diaper, like a cruise missile finding its target. Cory groaned and doubled over, clutching his gut at the sudden cramping that'd overtaken him and forced him to produce such a massive turd in his pants. The humiliation on his face was only matched by the anger and fear also present. It was a gorgeous trifecta of misery, a buffet of schadenfreude and Xavier was a gleeful glutton. "Uh-oh, that was a real big one, huh? Your gross diaper has a really big bulge in the back too! Looks like you lost a lotta points too...Well, they aren't really lost, are they?" Xavier came over and grabbed at the big warm lump that Cory had made in his seat. "...Yup, found them! They're right here. I don't think you want them back now though, huh?" The genius squeezed the squishy mass, mercilessly smearing it against Cory's backside, causing the older boy to shudder and pitifully groan again. "But you still have too many left in that big 'smart' brain of yours. Luckily, my nanobots are going to keep you very, very regular, until that diaper is all the way full!" This was pageantry. There was no real reason that Xavier couldn't have just taken Cory's mind in an instant process, if he wanted, Cory would have awoken an utter mushbrain. That would be no fun at all though! This way, Cory had to suffer a prolonged humiliation, where each gassy BM was itself a declaration of his lowering mental worth. The bully had time to reflect, and also time to recognize how his cognition was getting further broken, in one of the most degrading manners possible. Xavier's only regret in the ordeal was that nobody could watch the beautiful destruction taking place; this karmic transformation was a dreadfully private affair, confined to the dingy garage that Xavier had dragged Cory to. The only solace here was that the aftermath would be public. Cory would be little more than a drooling retard who was unable to keep his diapers tidy for more than a few minutes at a time, and there would be no hiding that. **SPLURT!** Xavier snapped back to the scene unfolding before him at that, watching while the back of Cory's diaper began to once more expand with a bubbling filth. Large lumpy bulges were becoming more pronounced and they became marred with brown stains, while a slick slobber began to leak around Cory's lips. His IQ had now reached '64', which was definitely low enough for special ed, but not low enough to make him as utterly mushbrained as Xavier wanted. "Hnnghh...I-I keep m-makin' p-poops..." The drooly moron bemoaned, his voice having shifted and become more sluggish, his vocabulary more stunted. **FRRRRRRRTSPLAT!** Almost immediately, as if his own body was mocking him, Cory's knees had bent further, and he'd suddenly made a much heartier evacuation in his diaper; the advanced garment quickly began to sag with the immense weight of the boy's sticky droppings, each bit representing his deposited intellect. "Mmph...P-POOOOO! MAKE POOPIES IN DIAPEE!" The drool flooded down his chin and his eyes looked even more unfocused. The bully's IQ had plummeted down by half of what it had just been, obvious by how many 'poopies' had just fallen like an avalanche into his seat. Xavier grinned and came over again, putting his hand under the warm sagging heft of the diaper. The indicator showed that the diaper held nearly a hundred points of Cory's former intelligence, meaning this poopy diaper was officially 'smarter' now than Cory himself. "Good job, dummy. You've been a real good test subject. Now I know how well my little invention works. Nobody's gonna be making fun of me anymore, least of all *you*." "MY POOPY STINKY!" The dunce announced as a non sequitur. Xavier just grinned and nodded, "It sure is, dummy. It sure is."