Story #119: The Brown-Bag Conspiracy (Part 4)

Story #119: The Brown-Bag Conspiracy (Part 4) (The sixth chapter in 'The Learning Disability' storyline) (Content Tags: messy diaper, humiliation, light teasing, tantrum, slice of life, ongoing storyline) "Finn...? Are you okay? Is your tummy hurting?" Finn clenched his teeth and stared at the shoe he had been tying when it happened. He really had tried to put a stop to it, at least once he realized it was happening, but he simply didn't have the control to do so. Whatever had put his bowels into this overactive funk was beyond his puny potty skills. He could feel the load partially still between his cheeks; the low position he was in made it awkward to push something completely out, since he wasn't giving the diaper proper room to accommodate a solid. The hot, sticky feeling didn't make him uncomfortable on a physical level, but it did on an emotional one. "I-I...Y-yeah...I'm okay. Just tying my shoe..." And taking an extraordinary long time to do so; in fact, he didn't even finish the job right, since he'd been interrupted by his own unexpected expulsion. The little boy slowly stood back up, playing it cautious to prevent anything else from slipping out, and he gave a bashful little smile. He had no way of telling how visible his accident might be; it felt large, but it was usually the case that poopy accidents felt much bigger than they actually were. "Are you sure? You were tying your shoe for a while...Is that something you have trouble with?" The paraprofessional probed, not yet suspecting what the real problem had been. "N-no, not usually... I guess I just forgot how for a moment." His lame lie caused the women to exchange a skeptical glance, but neither prodded any further for now. Finn wasn't sure how long he could hide something like this. Much like the poop in his underpants, this load would stink just as bad, with only the extra cushion and odor-guard of the diaper to stifle the stench. It'd take longer for that odor to seep past his padding, but it was an inevitability that even a diaper couldn't stop. Even if he managed to keep it a secret until his mom got there, what good did that really do? His mom would still be pissed, and this would be another strike against him; she'd given him the chance to wear undies today and he donked it all up. "Hello, I'm here for my son...?" Speak of the devil and she will appear. "Yes, Finn's right in here; all cleaned up, but his stomach has been bothering him, the poor dear." The nurse replied, reaching down to give the boy a pat on the head. "Oh? Is my baby hurting?" His mother cooed, sauntering over in designer clothes that were honestly above the family's means. "Y-yeah...My tummy isn't feeling...Right." Finn curtly explained, his eyes still staring at the floor, as if weighed down by the same guilt that weighed his seat down. "He didn't have a fever, and I couldn't see anything else wrong with him. Maybe something at lunch disagreed with him?" His mother gave a dramatic sigh and shook her head, "Maybe his tummy hurts, but it doesn't need to, to explain the accident in his pants. My son's been having a lot of potty mishaps lately, mostly at home; that's why I thought he could handle wearing big boy undies again to school, but..." "Oh dear.." The nurse gawked, as if she hadn't heard a less theatrical account of the same thing over the phone. "Are these accidents only recent?" The para asked. "No. He never really stopped having accidents after pottytraining, but they've definitely gotten worse. After his diagnosis, under the doctor's advisement, I decided to make sure he had 'protection', at least until the accidents stop..." Finn's face was bright red. His mother wasn't necessarily lying about all that, but she was surely taking some liberties with the truth. He couldn't exactly speak up to defend himself either, since it would draw undue attention to him and also wouldn't matter anyways. "And what exactly was his diagnosis?" The para asked, which made his mother finally realize that she didn't recognize the woman at all. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met; are you a nurse too?" The woman shook her head, "No, I'm a para for the SPED classes. My name is Rachael; the nurse called me down to help get Finn taken care of, since this type of thing is a big part of my job." It was hardly perceivable, but Finn's mother got a satisfied smirk from hearing that. "Oh, well I do appreciate you helping my little boy. As for his diagnosis, his doctor said level one ASD, but I'm thinking of getting a second opinion, because I think level two would be more appropriate..." "Well, at least in my class, it's usually the twos and threes that have toileting issues, most ones don't have as many problems when they get to Finn's age. The diaper I brought him was actually from one of my threes who has severe incontinence, since most of my twos are either too small or too big for Finn's size." Besides being confused about this taxonomy being explained, Finn felt primarily embarrassed that he was being so casually discussed, as if he wasn't right there in the room. It was usually the kind of thing you'd do with a kid about half his age. "I see... I was actually trying to figure out the next step for Finn. The school year is almost over, but I want to make sure that he'll be accommodated properly next semester; even for the rest of *this* semester, I think he'll at least need more assistance in his potty-problems." His mother replied, looking down at him as if with concern for his wellbeing. "Well, I'm just a paraprofessional, so don't know fully the process. From what I do know, you'll need to discuss it with the principal, about getting an IEP or '504' for him. I'm not sure how much of that could be done before the end of the semester, but you could at least probably get his potential diapering issues sorted out." "M-mom, I don't need to be in one of *those* classes..." Finn finally spoke up, though he didn't raise his eyes from their position. He could take a lot, but he refused to stand here and let his mom besmirch him to such a point that 'special ed' was anywhere on the table. His grades were hardly perfect, but he wasn't flunking, so he knew he had to be too smart to deserve such a humiliating fate. "Sweetie, you don't know what you need." His mother condescended, reaching down and putting her hand on his shoulder. "This isn't about punishing you. I just need to make sure that you'll have the most suitable environment; how many of your teachers do you think can handle a dirty diaper in their classroom?" It was a fallacious argument for a lot of reasons, but it was enough to stop her son in his verbal tracks. He didn't have the words to argue against her points, and he didn't have the knowledge to back up any talking points either; all Finn had were feelings, and big ones at that. Frustration, shame, anger, fear, anxiety, doubt, ignored, and a distinct grinding in his gut that kept dipping in and out of irksome. It was emotional overload, and he had to vent it, before it destroyed him from within; that meant he needed to have a classic 'meltdown'. "I'm not going to have dirty diapers in class! I don't need to be in the dummy classes, I don't!" Finn exploded, stomping his foot and clenching his fist in a rage. The outburst had been unexpected, at least from the women in here who didn't know him like his mother did. It stood to reason that she had intended to rile him up from the start, with the knowledge that he'd overflow and cause a scene in front of valuable witnesses. Still, she had to at least play the part of a doting mother, so navigation through these following moments would be important. "Calm down, baby..." "I'm NOT A BABY!" Screaming that didn't really make it seem like it wasn't so. Finn was diapered and throwing a tantrum, so 'baby' couldn't be denied as an accurate term to use. "You have until the count of three to lower that dial, mister. One...Two..." The woman glowered down at her son, one hand on her hip and the other signing each number as she said it. "No! No! No!" Finn squeaked, stomping both feet and jumping up and down. He was the only one who could perceive that his mother was putting on a mask here, and the deviousness of it just made Finn all the more upset. "Two and a half...Finn..." The boy stopped hopping and stiffened his posture; all that angry jumping had turned his tumultuous tummy toward turmoil. He puffed out his cheeks and immediately realized he was too far past any point of stopping this from happening; there was no clenching or rump-holding that'd stop the wheels in motion. So instead of his mother reaching three, the sound of flatulence instead broke throughout the air. Finn's face reddened and a few uncontrollable grunts passed his lips, while a smelly semi-solid steamer squeezed and slipped out from his slackened sphincter. Since another load already occupied the back of the diaper, this addition would grow the sizable pile even further, and make the back of his Pikachu sweatpants swell out. "Finlay! That is not an appropriate way to get what you want!" His mother chided, quickly framing the accident as intentional, as if Finn had actively decided to poop himself as a power move. The way it looked didn't help... He'd been throwing a tantrum, and then the way he'd stopped and did that little squat... Not to mention the grunts or the red face, which looked like strain, even if it was instead shame. The nurse and the para both looked shocked at the sight, which was exactly what the boy's mother had planned for. Finn farted again to pinch the rest of the sticky loaf and then stood back up, the warmth of the pile smearing against his backside. He was speechless. He should be defending himself and saying that it was an accident, but he felt locked within himself; the humiliation had been so powerful that it'd rendered him totally mute. His mother sighed and walked around him. She pulled back both the sweatpants and the diaper to peek inside, "This nice lady just got you changed and you've already made a giant mess of yourself! Well, we'll be having some words about this at home." "Do you want me to go get you another diaper for him?" The para offered, but his mother shook her head. "I couldn't impose twice. Your student shouldn't be down two diapers just because my son refuses to act right. We live close to the school, he'll be fine until we get back...Besides, it's not like he hates having a mushy tushy." She sounded exasperated, but it was just more acting and more deceit. "I see...Well, if you want, I can mention things to the SPED teacher; maybe she can help jumpstart a meeting with the principal about things." His mother grabbed him by the hand, "That'd be wonderful, thank you." Finn had to uncomfortably waddle out of the nurse's office and back into the school hall, dragged along by his hand, and with the steaming hot contents of his diaper shifting with every step. She led him along to the front office, where she still had to properly check him out of school for the day. Seeing what time it was, and not wanting to make a second trip to the elementary school, she decided to pick up her daughter while she was here too. All the while, Finn just stood there in a stinky state of simmering shame. The events of the last hour whizzing around his mind like a swarm of bees; from his sister bullying him, to him pooping himself in front of his teacher, to getting changed into a diaper in front of a younger student, to the talks of special ed, to his total meltdown and filling of his diaper... The events had been dense humiliation and it'd completely worn him out. It was only a quarter past one and he already felt ready to take a nice nap, and hopefully wake up to less madness. His sister soon came sauntering along and their mother led the two of them outside of the school. His sister kept stealing amused glances at his bulky bottom, realizing he'd been diapered and given new pants, which meant he'd indeed had an accident after recess. "I guess big-kid undies weren't such a good choice, huh? I knew you must have pooped yourself when I didn't see you in class; you must have done it in front of the teacher too, huh? Guess that proves to her that I was right about what a little moron you are." His sister's words cut him like shards of broken glass; the snide way that she ripped into him, with no consideration for his feelings except for how to make them more negative. She was every bit the monster that her mother was, but she hadn't yet had a lifetime to perfect the subtlety that the family matriarch carried. As Finn climbed into his booster seat and slowly sat down, he could feel the hot muck oozing around underneath him. He was admittedly glad that the diaper he'd been given was of a higher quality, or else these rad Pika-pants might not have survived the trip home! His sister didn't hear the squish, as she was getting into the front seat. Once they'd been on the road for a couple of minutes, the sound notification was unnecessary, because the rank fumes of his messy diaper had drifted to the front of the car. "Eww! Mom! I think Finn had another accident in his pants!" "I know, darling. He soiled himself before we even left the nurse's office. That makes two accidents in one afternoon, so I think we'll be sticking to diapers with him for now." His sister poked her head into the back and smirked, "I knew he couldn't handle it. I just *knew* it. Finn's just an autistic *retard* and he stinks like it too!" Their mother certainly wasn't going to be the one to defend him from his sister's barbaric barbs, at least not in the privacy of their household. She'd said similar things and worse, which is how her daughter had even picked up such cruelty in the first place. Finn leaned his head against the car window and wondered what tomorrow would bring. It would appear he'd be wearing diapers to school, and he just didn't know how he'd handle it.