🕑 Added 2024-11-20 01:31:43 +0000 UTC
Story #172: The Boy He Once Was
(Chapter 19 to 'From Cool to Drool')
(Content Tags: Mushbrained protagonist, messy diapers, flashbacks, humiliation, bullying, ongoing storyline)
It had officially been over two weeks since school had started back up for the fall semester. A little over two weeks since that rough first day, where his welcome back had been about as rocky as it could be. It was by some wondrous twist of fate that the general student population was unaware of his secret still, that he'd effectively become 'mushbrained' in most outward appearances.
It was still only four students at the school who knew: Angela, since she was his 'aide' for classes; Luke, who had been such a clinger that discovery had been inevitable; Jesse, his best friend who he should have talked with sooner, and then Logan, his little brother, who had obviously known from the start.
His teacher and the administration at the school obviously knew about the state he was in, but that should have gone without saying.
The real shock was just how he'd been so lucky to not have his fellow 'cool' kids find out, or his more average classmates, or his fake elementary 'girlfriend'. He'd been regarded as being more quiet than he had once been, but he'd somehow gotten away with not slobbering, snotting, farting, pooping, or talking about 'poo brownies' while around the ignorant masses.
At least not enough to be noticed.
This good fortune couldn't possibly last forever, though he refused to believe it couldn't; it was in the best interest of his confidence to delude himself that it could all remain secret forever. That he would be able to 'recover' completely before his secret got out. Luke had been a primary leak concern, but he'd been relatively toothless since getting scared by Jesse. Speaking of Jesse, his best friend had been as helpful as could be in keeping Jaydyn's secret for him, and he was instrumental in protecting him from shame.
Angela was still cruel, but she'd calmed her rhetoric a little bit as the second week had stretched on. Maybe her pity had grown for him, or maybe she'd began to grow bored with taunting him for his current condition. There were still the snide remarks, the rough handed diaper checks, and the utter disrespect for his dignity or autonomy, but he no longer had any worries that she'd one day simply decide to broadcast the truth about him.
Jaydyn had become so settled into his new school routine that he'd forgotten the discussion that'd been had on his first day back, when the administration had first talked to him about needing a special 'helper' to stay out of special ed. Having only one student bearing the weight of the job had only been temporary, until they could find another to split the task with.
It would be a seemingly average Tuesday whenever he found out that a new helper had been selected for him, to give Angela a little break.
Before that though, had been the oddness that was Monday. That first day back from the luxury of the weekend had started as normally as could be expected, at least from the standard of what the boy's new normal was: waking up to a loaded diaper, eating breakfast, getting changed and dressed, and then heading off to school with his younger brother.
The strangeness hadn't bloomed until later that day, whenever he'd been sitting under a tree at recess. His total lack of physicality had been one thing he couldn't hide, but he'd concocted a pretty decent excuse early on that he still had an injury from his accident at the skate park. He did, technically, but he was making people think it was his leg instead of his head.
It added to the stoic facade he'd cultivated since coming back. Instead of being an attention seeking daredevil, or a witty conversationalist, he'd become quiet and wistful. It was considered just as cool, maybe even more so, and it'd been a perfect cloak to hide his new tard tendencies.
Other kids wouldn't usually bother him when he was like this, which was a godsend, since he was usually likely to poop during recess if he didn't during lunch. Hiding out behind this tree, far from any of the playground equipment, he could push out a few steamers into his Abena without anyone being any the wiser. Then he'd just need to sneak off to the teacher on duty and ask to go to the nurse.
It'd become routine.
So it had come as quite a surprise to him, that shortly after squeezing the first of several turds out into his pants, that he'd get an unwanted visitor to his little oasis. Not just an unwanted visitor, but a completely unexpected one too; a boy he'd barely spoken with since early elementary.
"Hey there, Jay. Just sitting around?"
It was Brady. It was the boy that had been his first friend in Kindergarten, and his closest friend up until second grade. A boy that he'd ditched three years ago while making Jesse his best friend instead. The boy whose friendship he'd rejected after Brady had made him feel uncomfortable, and then he'd completely buried those memories with the meteoric rise to popularity that he'd ended up having.
Up until the last couple weeks, he hadn't given Brady any thought; the other boy had long become a background character in his class. It might have come more as a surprise to others that their circles didn't intersect like some venn diagram of friendship, because Brady was fairly popular in his own right, though for wholly different reasons.
Brady came from a well-off family, and he'd taken to the role in the last few years; he was suave, refined, polite and responsible, which was a stark contrast to the more traditionally cool angle that Jaydyn had fallen into. Maybe calling Brady popular was wrong, but he was well-liked by his peers, even if they didn't think he was cool like Jaydyn was. The biggest complaint about him was that for how tall he was, he didn't involve himself in any sports.
Jaydyn has other complaints to think of, but they were all from a time that none of his peers would likely even remember that well. Complaints that they wouldn't easily understand anyways.
"...Yeah. Jus' sittin." Jaydyn had replied, frowning at the fact that he'd just pinched off a small loaf before Brady had shown his face.
"Been a while since we talked, hasn't it?" Brady leaned against the tree, looking down at the blond as if he was searching for something.
It had been a while. The last thing he clearly remembered had been lying about not being able to spend the night for the third time in a row, and then Brady had seemingly gotten the message and allowed their drift apart to complete itself.
"Uh-huh." Jaydyn grunted, being as standoffish as he could get away with.
"I heard about the accident at the skate park. That's rough. You been doing okay? People say you're quiet these days, like you have a lot on your mind."
The irony of that statement felt kind of pointed, as if Brady had carefully selected his words to add subtext to his seeming concern for Jaydyn's wellbeing. It was similar to the doublespeak that Luke so loved to employ, where there was a taunting edge to seemingly normal comments.
"...Guess so." Jaydyn looked away, starting to feel a tingle in his gut that told him more was on the way. He'd secluded himself to avoid onlookers, because he knew that he needed to poop, since he hadn't during lunch.
Brady smiled at the bashful way his former friend couldn't look him in the eye. While Jaydyn had long forgotten his friendship with Brady, the same couldn't be said for the dapper lad who had never stopped thinking about Jaydyn.
"I saw that you've been hanging out with Luke. That's kind of a surprise, honestly, since he's such a dork. Not really your scene, right? But he posted those pictures of you two hanging out in your room, so I guess you must have found something about him that you like."
Even mentioning 'pictures' and 'Luke' in the same sentence was enough to make Jaydyn quietly panic, and for another knobby turd to begin its descent into his diaper with a subtle crackle.
"Nghh...S-Suh...S-so?" He did his best to obscure his 'I'm pooping' expression, since he tended to have some pretty blatant ones.
"So? What I'm saying is that it's strange. Luke's the biggest loser in our whole grade and he was trying to be your friend for years. Why give in now? What's the deal? Bribery? ...Blackmail?"
Brady was a clever one, that much was apparent. He'd seemed to think about this enough to recognize that it wasn't a natural event; there was some hidden detail that made everything fit together, but Jaydyn wasn't befriending Luke out of the goodness in his heart, that was for certain.
Jaydyn didn't reply, not just because he had nothing to say, but because he was having to quietly pinch off the turd between his cheeks. Brady was interrupting his post-lunch dump and Jaydyn couldn't simply reschedule it; whenever his body decided it was time to poop, there was no stopping the logs from rolling.
"I don't think it could be bribery. Luke doesn't have anything you would want, and you wouldn't sell out for his allowance. I think he's blackmailing you, am I right? He's got dirt on you and he's using that to improve his own popularity."
Brady was absolutely right, even if the details weren't completely out in the open. Luke was indeed blackmailing Jaydyn into being his friend, just to improve his own popularity, but the part he was getting blackmailed over was still left blank. Could Brady deduce that too? If he hung around much longer, then Jaydyn might not be able to hide it any further.
The blond felt a big one plop right into his seat and smear itself against his buttocks; as phenomenal as his Abenas were, this had been a particularly smelly load thus far, and Jaydyn was starting to get a faint whiff of his own rising fumes. "N-no...Just lemme alone..."
Brady didn't honor his wish and instead smiled down at the smaller boy, "A secret so bad that you would become Luke's friend...Or his slave, I guess; I bet you have to do anything he asks, right?"
Luke had luckily been pretty quiet since the sleepover and he hadn't asked much of his alleged 'slave' since then; Jesse had struck some real fear into him. It was a mutually assured destruction, that if Luke released the blackmail photos, that Jesse would beat the ever loving tar out of him. Considering the athletic differences between Jesse and Luke, it was a threat that Luke couldn't ignore. Jaydyn's hope was that Luke would give up altogether now.
"No! N-no secret!"
Brady kneeled down and looked Jaydyn right in the eyes, his smile disappearing for a brief moment. "A secret that could make you do pretty much anything... What could that secret be? Something embarrassing, I'm sure. Something that would ruin this whole 'cool kid' facade that you've hidden behind all these years. You're not a cool kid, are you? From what I remember, you're just a wimpy little crybaby..."
That might have been true at one point, whenever Brady had been his sole friend, but Jaydyn hadn't been that pathetic loser since first or second grade. He'd grown to become confident and strong, at least until this head injury rolled everything back.
Brady reached over and put his hand under Jaydyn's chin to raise it, "Look at me whenever I'm talking to you. I want to know what Luke knows, right from your own mouth. You don't belong to him, you belong to me. Remember?"
Their 'friendship' had been abnormal back in the day. Jaydyn had been exactly as described, which had meant that he'd been easy to boss around. Brady hadn't treated him like a friend, but like property; the games they had played, all decided by Brady, had always been crafted to humiliate and belittle Jaydyn.
The more that Jaydyn forced himself to remember, the more horrors that were dredged up from deep within his subconscious. Brady had been cruel, and he'd taken advantage of how lousy Jaydyn's self-confidence had been; he'd always been bringing up a certain thing, a certain subject that he was focused on.
Jaydyn felt a flashback come on, and he could suddenly remember the last time he'd hung out with Brady. It'd been at a sleepover. They had just been little kids then, and while Jaydyn had been putting up with a lot up to that point, there had been something that had crossed the line.
"I got something for you; for us to play!" Brady had ominously chirped.
Wearing little more than an oversized night shirt and a skidded pair of Pokemon briefs, Jaydyn had been unsure of what to expect. A lot of the games they recently played had Jaydyn taking on different degrading roles, all of which had involved pretending that his poo-stained underwear was actually a poopy diaper: baby, dummy, diaper-boy, poo-slave...
Even when Jaydyn had gently coaxed his so-called friend into playing the roles of an established fiction, like 'DBZ', Brady had made Jaydyn play either Goten or GT Goku, and as either he was made a 'diaper pooper'. The same ethos was true for any other fantasy world their imagination clung to: Pokemon, Digimon, Power Rangers, it didn't matter.
At the age they had been, such an immature fixation hadn't been very notable. Gross things like poopy diapers were a common topic of potty humor, and for a little boy trying to push the envelope on being risque, the scatological approach was as obvious as laughing about nudity or slapstick. Jaydyn had seen the humor in it, to some degree, but he'd started to recognize the strangeness in Brady's fixation and the fact that their 'friendship' had a very one-sided power structure.
So, whenever his 'friend' had revealed what he had in mind for Jaydyn to put on, that had been the final straw.
"My cousin was here and look what I got!" Brady had lifted up a diaper and smiled broadly at Jaydyn.
If it had just been a diaper, then Jaydyn may have begrudgingly played along by wearing it; he'd been made to wear facsimiles of the same thing on several different occasions by Brady, so what was one more step? But then Jaydyn had realized that the so-called 'big score' that Brady had acquired was secondhand. Brady had pulled a dirty diaper out from the trash and he actually had expectations that Jaydyn would wear it on. That Jaydyn would submit to his demands, just as he always had.
And that was when Jaydyn had learned the value of saying 'no'. That was the last sleepover they had, and one of the last times that Jaydyn had spoken to Brady.
And then Jaydyn had blissfully forgotten about all of it until now, or technically until Brady's name had come up in a discussion with Jesse last week. The finer details though, those were peaking completely through the veil of his perception.
Brady was a freak. A manipulative sociopath with a bizarre fixation and a need to dominate those around him; a psycho that had always had his eyes on Jaydyn as the primary prize.
Caught in these distant memories, Jaydyn hadn't realized that his bowels had finished evacuating while Brady was mere inches away. The taller boy's nose wrinkled at the encroaching odor, but he didn't look disgusted by it, instead he looked happy.
"...I think I know that secret, Jay. It was never a secret to me though; I've known since Kindergarten that you were pathetic, that you need someone to tell you what to do. Just like an empty-headed little baby." Brady tapped on Jaydyn's noggin for emphasis and stood back up.
"I'll be seeing you real soon, Jay. We're going to pick up right where we left off."
Jaydyn, sitting under the tree with a diaper full of fresh poop, had been left speechless. He had thought that Brady would have surely said something about the smell, or that he would have forced Jaydyn to lower his pants, but he'd just walked away without doing anything.
But then the next day had come and he'd found himself in the administrative office again. He'd been told that a secondary aide had been selected for him.
And then Brady had walked into the room.
