Tale #133: The Brown-Noser (Part 2)

Tale #133: The Brown-Noser (Part 2) (A sequel to Tale #117: 'The Brown-Noser') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, mushbrains, forced seat sniffing, laxatives, blowout, revenge, domination, public humiliation) Adrian's fall from grace had been a lengthy process. A process that had been thankfully been kept from the prying eyes of his former classmates, but still one that he'd had to personally endure over the course of the last year. He'd been pushed through a narrow pipeline and what had come out the other end was a version of himself that was compressed to fit the standards that were assumed of him. Behavioural problems, academic problems, and then that final nail in the coffin, whenever he'd actually crapped his pants in class. The perfect cocktail of circumstances that could put a fairly normal kid into an extremely abnormal environment. The moment he'd been flung into the special class, and when he'd been put into a diaper, he'd known exactly who was to blame. Adrian, for all that ways his brain had been ruined, had never forgotten that he had Bryce to thank for his predicament. His stay in the special class had been punctuated by an asterisk on his student file; while some kids may go into SPED and then be removed as soon as they made enough progress, his frustrated third grade teacher had insisted that he stay enrolled in the program for a minimum of the rest of the semester. Her reasoning was that he needed time to work on some basic skills, and that his baseline academic abilities shouldn't be reason enough for him to leave after a month or two. She knew that with the right diligence, that he was perfectly smart enough to be with his normal peers, but that wasn't her primary concern with him. It was mostly his juvenile behavior that had irked her, and him soiling himself had been just the excuse she needed to be rid of him. Adrian hadn't just spent those last couple of months in the special class; he'd also attended a summer program, and then he still had another month after that before any evaluation to leave could take place. By the time he was attending the summer program, his toileting abilities had already started to degrade. He'd been barred from toilet usage for the rest of that semester, to instead focus on his behavior instead of his toileting, but whenever they were ready to 'pottytrain' him again, he had started to have genuine accidents. He'd wet his diaper without noticing sometimes, and the amount of time he could hold back a bowel movement had diminished greatly. He failed his 'potty program' that summer, and so the diapers became again compulsory until he was ready to get 'serious' about making it to the toilet. His new life as a supposed dumb-dumb had been more sedentary too. It'd happened too slowly for him to notice it, but he'd become fairly overweight in the year since this had started; all those sweets, and the pacifier usage, had also done a pretty bad number on his teeth. It was hard to say whenever he became a mushbrain for real. It was a lot of little things that had stacked up, and it was a gradient of IQ loss that had accumulated by being forced to surround himself with those that had nary a point to their own name. Equal parts conditioning, peer pressure, and eventual apathy had allowed his brain to smooth out to something that was more on the level of his new classmates. With that being the case, he'd come to be just another 'one of the boys' in the class full of dimwits. He'd grown to appreciate how good a dirty diaper felt under his butt, or how soothing a pacifier was in his mouth; after seeing enough of it for himself, he'd even felt pressured to eventually participate in the seat-sniffing that his lower end peers enjoyed so much. Needless to say, that evaluation to leave hadn't resulted in his dismissal from special ed. He'd been unable to answer basic questions that he would have aced at the beginning and he'd proven that his pottytraining skills were nowhere good enough to go back to any normal classes; he'd literally pooed on himself while attempting to answer second grade arithmetic, and then he'd happily smeared it around the inside of his diaper. As it was, escape from the room was but a pipedream. And Adrian *did* still want to leave. He still missed his old life dearly, and he still thought of himself as normal, even though he'd been gradually sculpted into something completely different than what he'd once been. He didn't think of himself as being one of these retards; he still thought he was just a normal kid that had been screwed by an unjust system. All brought on by Bryce. Which had led him to that fateful day on the playground, when his class had their schedule changed because of the earlier rain. When he'd seen Bryce again for the first time since that day he'd been cast into SPED. Adrian hadn't been expecting to see him, and had been content to simply play in the mud with his mushbrained classmate, but then Bryce had to come over and taunt him. All those feelings of hatred had resurfaced that recess. They'd never disappeared, but they'd grown more faint as Adrian's life had become more simplistic; whenever he'd failed his evaluation, he'd essentially conceded that he'd never get a chance to have his revenge. But here Bryce was. In front of him and more boldly belittling him more than he'd ever dared to do when they were on more even footing. Whatever denial that Adrian could try to pit forth, nothing would obscure what was so plainly put in front of Bryce; words, stuttered, slurred, and lisped, didn't conceal the diaper he was openly wearing or hide the slovenly state of his appearance. His arguments fell even more flat when he began to blow 'flats' into the back of his pants. Bowel control was too far gone; it'd been out of reach for quite some time by this point. His mind was aware of what the stakes were in this confrontation, but his body had no such knowledge or a need for it; his body, his bowels, were going to evacuate as chaotically as they had been for many months. And they did. Adrian still denied it, of course, but his denial wasn't really relevant to the reality taking place. It was even harder to deny what he'd done whenever his classmate was sniffing at the back of his bulging diaper. Regardless, Bryce noted he would return and then disappeared. That left Adrian to consider what had just happened, and then when he soon after was distracted, he returned to giving his classmate's own diapered seat a closer look. Whenever Bryce returned, it was with a group. In that group were kids that Adrian had shared a class with the year before, who could now all see what had become of their missing peer. Their murmurs were like daggers, their giggles like lashes, and their comments like artillery. Fat. Retard. Buttsniffer. Pantspooper. Gross. Sad. Pathetic. Funny. He was left once again denying the obvious. Going as far to sit in a mud puddle, just so that the lumpy backside of his diaper would be concealed from scrutiny. But then he'd made bubbles in the mud, and his diaper had further filled with mud of a more smelly sort. It was a humiliating experience that he had somehow managed to avoid up until now. He'd been embarrassed to crap his pants in front of people, or to be seen like this, but he'd mostly been around those who wouldn't openly mock him. Maybe sometimes when he went somewhere in public, but at home and school, he'd become used to a certain level of respect. It was like Bryce was destroying him for a second time. If Adrian had the wherewithal while he was being humiliated, then he might have taken his chance then to get the revenge he so clearly deserved. But he'd been blindsided and totally unprepared; all he'd been able to do was cry, until the SPED teacher had started to come over and the group had dispersed. When he was getting that loaded diaper changed, on his back on the changing table, all he had thought about was what he might have done differently. What he might have done to show Bryce the consequence of being a weaselly little brown-noser. He had some ideas, but they were worthless daydreams without access. He couldn't rely on waiting for another rainy day to change the recess schedule around again; it could be tomorrow or it could be four months from now, and he hadn't the meteorological knowledge to anticipate it. He needed another avenue to somehow get Bryce in a place where the vengeance could be exacted, preferably with the same audience that had been corralled for him. Something else that was paramount was that he needed it to happen whenever he wouldn't have to worry about the teachers intervening. Adrian didn't want his justice to be shorted by an adult not minding their own business. The thing he had in mind wasn't something that would be subtle, nor would it be appropriate by school guidelines or traditional social expectations. It was a tall order, that was for sure. Serendipity would be what filled it. It just so happened that the fourth grade class was taking a field trip to a museum, and that a select few students from the SPED class would be allowed to go, so long as they had a fourth grader who would be their 'buddy' during the trip. Guess who got picked? As if pleading for his own destruction, the class weasel had offered his services for the field trip, undeniably to suck up to his teacher, and fate had deigned that Adrian would be his 'buddy'. Adrian didn't know if Bryce had put his name forward specifically, as if wanting to further parade him around in a ritual of humiliation for the amusement of his peers, but that was moot. It was access. Adrian was so excited about what was to come, that he pooed himself on the school bus ride there. He'd made preparations that morning to be capable of unleashing true pandemonium on his diapers today, and that was already being previewed before they even made it to the museum. He happily squished around in his smelly seat for the rest of the trip, only smiling when he heard whispers from further up the bus about the stench that the 'special kids' were making. That stench would be paramount in his plan. Adrian got a change once they arrived, while the other mushbrain that'd come along was still only damp. As part of his plan, he'd also already talked to that mushbrain classmate of his about helping him out today; for the low price of some candy and some snoofs, the other boy would be just the distraction needed. There were three chaperones, which would mean three groups, who would tour the museum independently of one another. Adrian's group would be led by the teacher that Bryce was trying so hard to impress, which would make things all the sweeter. Adrian played nicely for the first half of the tour. He enjoyed seeing the marvelous displays that the children's museum had to offer, even with Bryce constantly negging him. It was at the halfway point that they would stop for lunch, which was when Adrian's plan would start. Using his dumb-dumb comrade as a distraction for Bryce, Adrian would lean over and fill his so-called buddy's cup with a little something he'd lifted from the SPED classroom. It was an extremely powerful and fast acting laxative that was reserved for the most extreme cases of constipation. He'd had it used on him before and it wasn't a pretty result. Bryce wouldn't be imbibing it alone though, as Adrian had put a fair share into his own drink, though he was aware how much discomfort it was likely to cause. After lunch was over and the tour had resumed, it was time for the next step in his plan. He needed his helper to again be a diversion, but on a much grander scale. The last third of that laxative had gone to him, and he'd already been just barely holding back for much of the morning. The mushbrain had a blowout. It was loud, it was sickening to hear, and it left mush coming down his thighs. Unlike Adrian, he was in Pull-Ups instead of diapers, so they weren't ready for this absurd level of abuse. Then, when the teacher was already freaking out about him making a mess, the boy bolted just as Adrian had asked him to. The teacher made a pursuit, yelling backwards for the kids to stay put and that Bryce was in charge. Bryce smiled at that, feeling accomplished in his campaign of brown-nosing that he would be the first choice to pick in a crisis. Before he could start bragging though, Adrian had leapt at this once in a lifetime opportunity. Adrian was fat now, as Bryce and other former peers had so callously pointed out. An incidental silver lining to this was the fact that Adrian could use his weight to his advantage. Bryce wasn't big or strong, so it had only taken one big push to topple him to the linoleum floor. It came as such a shock that Bryce hadn't even fought back! The first thing that Adrian did was to punch Bryce in the face, and then he landed a solid knee to the dweeb's gut. It felt great to hear his anguished cries as he was helpless to stop the blubbery beast he'd once damned to become like this. With Bryce disoriented from the clobbering, he could only moan in pain as Adrian pulled his jeans off and tossed them to the side. Whenever those laxatives hit, he wanted to make sure that Bryce had no way to hide his shame. Now with his cartoon briefs on full display, which to his credit were without skidmarks like Adrian had once been seen with, Bryce was trying to get up on his knees. Adrian pulled his own pants down and turned to face his diapered butt toward Bryce. Before the little snitch could get up off his knees, Adrian was grabbing him by his hair and forcing his face forward to meet the seat of his crinkly white diaper. "W-what are you...What's going on..." Bryce tried to squeak out, grimacing as his nose made contact with the clean cushioning of the padded garment. "Yoo gonna be a bwown-noser fo' weal." He simply replied. Just in time, the laxative was taking effect. Adrian could feel the boil in his bowels coming to a head, and there was nowhere to go but into his diaper. The first sloppy fart sputtered and spewed wetly, rasping in brapping bursts that caused the back of the diaper to rumble right against Bryce’s nose. Several more would similarly come and make a disharmonious brass section out of his oversized Pampers. They were starting to become more than just gas though; with each flatulent firing, a volley of magmatic mush was being shot into the inside of the diaper as well. Bryce cried out for help, for someone to come and save him, but nobody dared to step forward. These were the same classmates that had been willing to laugh with him at Adrian last week, but that didn’t mean they had any love for the tattletale. While nobody else had ever been impacted as heavily as Adrian had by Bryce’s brown-nosing, there were still countless times that the weasel had turned on every one of them for some petty reason or another. With Bryce having his face forcibly shoved into Adrian’s increasingly smelly diaper, it was a win-win comedy show for everyone to enjoy. Adrian already knew he couldn’t make himself look better, and he was fine with that. All this had been about was making sure that Bryce came out worse. The chubby dummy would gladly demean himself by crapping his diaper, so long as it meant that Bryce had to take it on the nose, quite literally in this case. Adrian grunted some more and more muck flooded his seat like a firehose full of mud; his diaper swelled further against Bryce’s nose, cutting off the valuable oxygen he needed to make sound judgments in a fight-or-flight scenario such as this. With any luck, Adrian hoped to maybe shave off a few permanent points from Bryce’s IQ in the process, but he wasn’t looking to get greedy. “Oh my gosh, that’s so gross!” “Guess Bryce really is a brown-noser, huh? Haha.” “I always knew he was a teacher’s pet, but I didn’t think he’d act like a dog.” “Bro, this is gonna get some many views…” “So pathetic to get bullied by a retard like that.” “He totally deserves it. He’s such a loser…” Adrian had nearly finished filling his pants as he listened to his former classmates laughing among themselves at Bryce’s degradation. The mushbrain was still farting quite a bit, but the solid output was petering out, and just in time for their chaperon to return with the mushbrain that had strategically fled earlier. When he saw her coming into sight, Adrian let go of Bryce’s hair and relied on the boy’s immense shock to stop him from realizing it. The sight she was greeted by, which was circled by the gawking students, was that of her ‘best behaved student’ on his hands and knees with his nose entrenched in the back of a filthy looking diaper that by the sound of it, was still being defecated inside of. Making matters worse, was that the laxative had finally worked its way through Bryce’s system too; unable to stop it, the seat-sniffer blew a loud raspberry of his own, and a big steamer crashed right into the back of his briefs, making a big brown bulge. “Bryce! What is the meaning of this?!” Adrian smiled, knowing that the little brown-noser had gotten caught red-handed in a compromised situation, and that nobody from his class would likely vouch for the fact that Adrian had assaulted him and caused this. In fact, those classmates seemed more interested in talking about the fact that Bryce was pooping himself. They were saying that he must belong in the special class too. There was justice here today. Bryce the brown-noser would hopefully be forced to take on this more literal definition for the foreseeable future.