Long Story #20: Aptitude and Ineptitude (R-18)(P3)
🕑 Added 2024-12-18 02:09:20 +0000 UTC
Ludwig's prediction would become scarily accurate as the big test finally got passed out and Ryan was staring down the barrel of his future education. As he started to read the first few questions, the fog over his brain was beginning to return with a vengeance, and the words became more and more illegible to him.
He awkwardly held his #2 pencil between his fingers in a poorly coordinated posture, and as he tried to figure out how to operate the numbers in an equation, a different kind of number two would descend from his bowels. His focus was too captured by the math that he was no longer smart enough to figure out, so he remained oblivious as a brown anaconda slithered out into his adult diaper and coiled up like a thick, knobby pile of rope in the bottom.
That earthy musk would again surround him, which made him drool openly onto his test, and something about the warmth pressed up against his buttcheeks was making him grow aroused. He could feel his member, as meager as it was, standing to attention in the front of his diaper. Using his free hand, he slipped it down the front of his pants and he began to shamelessly rub at his erection through all the padding, thankfully veiled by his desk.
Ryan would continue to scribble down barely legible 'answers' on his test, thinking he had to try to answer somehow, even if he was having a difficult time reading the questions. For the multiple choice portion, he bubbled in on his scantron in the only way his juvenile mind could think to, with one of the last words he could accurately spell:
'POOP'
The scatological 'joke' made him giggle and fart more against his rancid pile. He found it so amusing that he started to repeatedly write the word on every part of the test he could, while continuing to rub his padded crotch.
Ryan continued the aptitude test by sloppily writing on the paper, scribbling two words over and over again: POOP and RETARD.
The rest of the students had smelled him, and they had heard his rampant flatulence, but they were themselves too preoccupied with their future to see what their previously respected peer was up to. All except for Ludwig, who had already finished the exam and was watching his victim with morbid fascination.
Ryan felt more pressure down below and he leaned forward, his face getting red as he strained again and grunted. More of the toxic mush splattered into his tardpants and he could feel it starting to coat the underside of his balls, which enhanced his arousal significantly enough for him to slip his hand completely down the front of his diaper to grab a hold of his doodie-coated doodle.
"Unnhhgh...ungghh..." Ryan moaned, his mutilated mind overcome with ecstasy.
Ludwig grinned and had a devious thought. He leaned over to whisper to Ryan, "Wow, Ry. You're so lucky. It looks like you made a big stinky mess, you like to be stinky, don’t you?"
Ryan turned his head to gawk at his mental superior and the gears turned slowly in his head. Something *did* smell really stinky, and it was a wonderful smell!
"All that warm fudge in your Huggies, I bet everyone else will be real jealous..."
Ludwig left it at that, but the seed had been firmly planted, and for Ryan, a different seed was about to be planted as well. While the retard continued to shamelessly jerk off, he looked at his dirtied diaper and began to think about how fortunate he was to have such a wonderfully stinky diapee on.
Ludwig looked over and saw that the teacher was leaving the room to fill up their coffee. He smiled and looked back at Ryan, "You really should be bragging, Ryan. Show everyone exactly how lucky you are...You should probably take those dumb pants off too, since it must be hard to get to your diapee with them on."
It wasn't difficult to convince Ryan of anything by this point. His IQ was decimated to such a point that the other retards in special ed would be mocking his stupidity; he'd be a retard to other retards! He started to pull off his shoes and his pants, struggling to get them off, but determined to be free of their obstructionism. He stood up from his desk, his dirty diaper on display for all the peers who would have once been jealous of him.
"I MAKED POO BROWNIES!" He loudly announced, which got everyone's attention.
"He's wearing a fucking diaper!"
"Dude, he's shitting himself!"
"I think he already has..."
There was a sickening fart and a dry crackling sound as he shut his eyes and squeezed a piping hot trouser-brownie into his diaper.
**Frrrrrrrrtttt...BLAAART!**
A gassy eruption led him nearly to a blowout, and the mushy pile growing was enough to remind him of his own deep arousal. Ryan sat on the floor of the testing room with a nasty squelch, his legbands barely containing everything, and he again stuck his hand down the front of his poopy diaper to vigorously masturbate.
The teacher returned just in time to watch the explosive finish, where everything would splatter at once. The front of the diaper got splattered with his seed, the back was splattered with manure, and his nostrils splattered snot all down his face and shirt.
And that was the end of the aptitude test for Ryan. That was also the end of Ryan having anything resembling a dignified future. He'd scored the absolute lowest level on the test in the history of the school, and that meant his future wouldn't be centered around becoming a brilliant composer or academic.
No, the only symphony he would be in charge of would be him farting constantly and conducting the turds in his diaper. The only semblance of a career he could hope for would be to become a retard-diaper tester, or a manure maker. There would be no recovery or improvement to make, not now that he was a complete genetic retard at every level. Every chromosome, every allele, every protein-chain, every gene pair, every cell...
Special ed was the only place he belonged. He could no longer control his bowels, nor did he have any interest to; his interest was instead in squishing around in his poo, or in jerking off and making 'stickies' in his dirty diapers. No longer was he a suave intellectual worthy of women's attention, but he was instead horny only for inseminating his own shit-packed tardpants. He would instead have 'boyfriends' in the retard room, where he would grind his padded crotch into the squishy backsides of his peer's pantloads.
He was a pail-pilferer, a pantsfiller, and a butt-sniffer. He made his fellow morons look like Rhode scholars, and they openly mocked him by calling him the same thing that they themselves had been besmirched by.
He was Ryan the Retard now, but he was barely capable of even knowing that much. His whole identity had transformed into what was in the back of his diaper at any given point in the day, and he had no desire to look any deeper than that.
"Come on, Ryan, you were in honors classes just last week you can do it, just say your name sweetie..."
The toothless boy was squatting down in the middle of the special ed classroom, his new teacher looking distraught at her new pupil. She'd hoped that he would have improved, but things had only seemed to get worse with each day he'd been in here.
"R-Reh" Ryan stammered, thick globs of drool dribbling from his slackened lips.
"Yes? Come on sweetie, you don't want to be stuck in Special Ed forever do you?" The teacher coaxed as she watched his expression become more focused.
"Ree-"
"That's it, come on, show me that bright young boy is still in there somewhere." She looked hopefully at him, but then she heard the first toots firing off.
Ryan's face got bright red, and she thought it was from mental strain, but then the back of his giant diaper began to rapidly grow lumpy with firm clumps of clay-like dung. Snot bubbles blew up in his nostrils and popped, covering his face.
"Retard! Retard!" He practically screamed while he heavily pooped himself, apparently thinking that must be his name, since it was used so much to address him.
The teacher let out an exasperated sigh and groaned at the sight. "Oh no not again. I just changed you, Ryan, how did you get so dumb?"
"Dumb Retard!" He chirped, squeezing an eye shut as another bubbling fart led to another squishy deposit in his new puffy 'underwear'.
"I guess you really are, sweetie. At least you seem happy about it."
Ryan flashed another toothless grin and plopped down in his freshly pooed padding to squish and smear the wondrous muck to every nook and cranny within the bulky diaper. He was happy about it, because frankly, he was too dimwitted to be upset about what he perceived to be a perfect life of hedonism.
What would the future hold for Ryan the Retard? Probably not much more than what he was doing now, and that was just fine.
