Story #110: Prankster Back to Preschool

Story #110: Prankster Back to Preschool (An April Fools sequel to 'Pranked Back to Preschool') (Content Tags: Karmic retribution, holiday story, sequel, messy diapers, humiliation, academic demotion) Parker was a prankster at heart. He liked to play jokes, japes, tricks, and all manner of pranks. Humor to him needed to come at someone else's expense, and he didn't have a good threshold of what should be considered to be going 'too far'. Knowing this, the people that knew him were often looking to avoid him when it came to April Fools day. He liked classics, such as whoopie cushions or fake poo, but he also reveled in things a little more complicated; things that involved more trickery than a simple prop could provide. Other people's humiliation was fuel to him, and this year would be no different. Or at least that's what he'd thought. Not everyone appreciated his pranks, and his foolish behavior had actually gotten him held back from moving on to the sixth grade. He was seen as too immature, and with his mind oriented toward being funny, he hadn't done great in his classes. Parker didn't mind too much, since he looked at it as another opportunity to get some good jokes in before moving onto a stricter academic setting. Heck, his pranks were so legendary that he'd given one of his classmates a far worse fate of being held back than he himself had received. He'd made everyone think one of the boys in his class had pooed his pants, and that'd been enough to get the boy demoted all the way back to preschool! He still saw Brent on occasion. The preschool part of the school had their own sectioned off playground, so he'd sometimes see the huffy boy waddling around it. It'd been a real shocker to see that Brent wore diapers now, but that'd only stroked Parker's ego about how phenomenal his prank had really been! The school really thought Brent was a big baby pantspooper, just because of a warm chocolate bar being placed on his chair! He'd never had a victim other than Brent that had suffered such a longstanding consequence to one of his jokes, and instead of pity, Parker felt accomplished. Brent had been a dork anyway, and if he was being stuck in diapers still, then clearly some of that was the boy's own fault. In the days leading up to April Fool's day, when Parker was really straining his brain to pick a prank and a victim, he actually made the consideration that he should speak to Brent. He didn't need to pick the boy's brain or get any feedback, Parker just needed a confidence boost and he thought seeing Brent's humiliation would serve as a muse for him. So Parker signed up to be a 'helper' on his elective period. That was something more often picked by the girls, who at their age were starting to grow an interest in babysitting, but it was open to anyone who wanted to help out. The job was essentially to spend an hour at the preschool class each day, and while there, the student would help the teacher with the activities and would be a good role model for the younger kids. Parker didn't really fit the bill as a proper candidate, but his teacher had foolishly thought that the boy was trying to show some maturity and responsibility; she signed off on his application and Parker found himself trudging down to the preschool class with a wicked smile. It was every bit as chaotic as Parker imagined it to be; having a bunch of four year olds running around could only lead to such disorder. Sitting on one of the rugs, playing with some cars, was the boy he'd really come to see though: Brent. The ginger looked bored, even while he rolled a car across the carpet. Brent hadn't been a star student in fifth grade, but he'd been average at least; the lack of intellectual stimulation in a class like this was plainly a torment to him. The more fascinating thing that Parker saw was that the boy's shorts were tightly shaped around something big and thick underneath. Before he would make his presence known, Parker decided to first ask the teacher about Brent, as if he was wholly unaware of what fate had befallen his former classmate. The woman gave an exasperated sigh once Parker inquired about the 'big kid' in her class: "That's Brent. He was pulled from fifth grade last year for pooping in his pants; we tried pottytraining last year, but he just wasn't ready for it, so he got held back in the pre-k room. He's our only student in diapers this year." It took a lot for Parker not to laugh at that. All he'd done was fake the first accident, which meant Brent had been the one to blame for everything that had happened to him afterwards. How could an eleven year old boy not pass a preschool pottytraining primer? It honestly sounded like Brent deserved what he'd gotten! Parker of course didn't understand the class's strict rules about pottytraining, which is why he was so quick to judge Brent and find him lacking. It wasn't as if Brent hadn't put in an effort to escape diapers, it was just a matter of how plausible that result actually was. It was as if the preschool class had set him up for failure, and he'd just kept failing and failing since. "Hi, baby Brent. Making zoom-zooms with your little toy?" Parker greeted from behind with a short giggle. Brent's eyes widened and he quickly swiveled his shoulders to look back at his former classmate. It took a moment for the recognition to really hit him, but once it did, his eyes looked like they were filling with rage. "Parker! Why are *you* here?" Parker reached down and tussled the sitting boy's hair, "I'm a helper this week! Y'know, a big kid that comes to make sure the babies are behaving?" The red-haired boy grumbled and swatted away at the other preteen's hand. "Shut up! It's your fault that I'm in here in the first place!" "Yeah? Is it my fault that you're still in diapers? I don't remember sneaking in every day and dropping a chocolate bar down the back of those poofy Pampers of yours. So what happened? Just like pooping in your diaper?" The padded boy blushed and fidgeted, which made his diaper rustle loudly under his shorts. "N-no! They just make it impossible to get out of them in here!" Parker took a cursory look around the room at the other preschool kids and then settled his eyes back on Brent. "I dunno, none of the other toddlers seem to have any trouble with getting to wear big kid undies. The teacher said that you're the only one still wearing them." The red on Brent's face got brighter, "T-they already started in undies! It's a lot harder if you come here in diapers! And I only got put in one because of your stupid pranks!" After the accusation, the gears in Brent's head appeared to turn some more, "Wait, did you get held back? Why aren't you in middle school?" It was Parker's turn to blush and get indignant, "Y-yeah, well, getting held back in fifth grade is a lot better than getting held back in preschool!" Brent had started to laugh at the clown's plight, but then he farted in the middle of his giggling and that made him sit straight up. Being stuck in diapers for all these months, with the backwards way that pottytraining worked in here, his toileting skills had actually diminished down to the level of a two year old. His bladder and bowel control were truly deserving of diapers right now. "Uh-oh! Did baby Brent make a boom-boom in his Pampers? I think a big kid might have to check!" Parker teased, hearing the muffled rasping of gas in the other kid's diaper. "N-no! Shut up, I...!" Another sloppy fart erupted and did a longwinded sputter in the bulky backside of his babypants. "Stop being such a fussy baby, Brent. It's okay to admit that you're making some big 'poopies'. That's what dumb little babies like you do." Parker condescended with a smirk. Parker reached down and grabbed hold of the waistband to Brent's shorts. "So, if I check your diapee, I won't find any boom-booms? Better fess up if you just crapped yourself, Brent, or else I might have to let everyone else hear what you did." "L-let go, I didn't crap in my pants! It was just a fart!" Parker pulled the waistband back on the shorts and took a look at the large diaper that Brent was wearing; it was a lot larger than any diaper he'd ever seen on a toddler before, and it made the boy look absolutely ridiculous. "Geeze, that's the biggest diaper ever! They must think you're not ever gettin' out of them if this is the one they picked." "Stop! I didn't p-p-pooop!" The stammer at the end of his proclamation was punctuated by a full-body shudder that stunted his speech and involved a gurgling, plopping sound. If he hadn't pooped before that sentence, then he'd definitely pooped during it. "That sounded real nasty, let's take a look behind door number two!" Parker pulled back the diaper and peeked in. He cringed at the sight before him; it was like a bomb had gone off in there! "P.U! Number two is right! I can't believe you really just dropped a deuce in your diaper while talking to me! You really belong in here, dude." Brent couldn't believe that his humiliation had become even worse. It was bad enough that the other kids in this class didn't respect him at all, and that the teacher thought he was an idiot, but now the party responsible for his torment was here to mock him about it? He couldn't help it; the emotional shock made him suddenly fill his britches even more while his waistband was still pulled back. "Ughh! You really just turned into a baby in here, didn't you?" Parker let the waistband snap back into place and he stuck out his tongue in disgust, watching as some discoloration appeared on the back of the puffy white seat. "Parker, you have to tell the teacher that you pranked me last year. You gotta tell them that you made me sit in chocolate! They're never gonna let me out of here at this rate!" The desperation in his voice was naked, he was pleading for mercy here. "Hmm, let me think about that...Nah. You were a part of my greatest prank ever! Why would I ruin that? Besides, they'd probably be pretty mad at me. Like you are." Parker didn't feel too bad about his decision. He'd already convinced himself that Brent must deserve this if he still hadn't found a way out of it; it'd been over six months, so Brent still being in diapers, and pooping himself so helplessly, was entirely on *him*. "Teacher! I think Brent might need his diaper changed!" The prankster would loudly announce across the room, which got all the tots to look over and begin giggling amongst themselves. "He pooped himself pretty badly!" A couple of class periods spent tormenting Brent had made Parker consider that he should do a repeat prank for the holiday this year. Seeing how effective the chocolate bar trick had been, he couldn't resist but to find out if such a result had been lightning in a bottle or not. He would pick a target that he thought was as pathetic as Brent, and then he'd just repeat what he'd done the first time. He'd put the chocolate bar in his unsuspecting victim's chair before they'd all been dismissed for lunch. He'd been excited to see the result, but much to his dismay, he was kept a few extra minutes in the cafeteria to be lectured about how it was inappropriate behavior to fling mashed potatoes from his spoon like a catapult. When he'd gotten back to class, everyone had already sat back down, and his victim-to-be didn't look embarrassed. Parker frowned and thought this meant that the boy had discovered the melting chocolate bar before sitting down and had cleaned off his chair. Whenever Parker took his own seat, he realized something in his plan had gone horribly awry. The kid leaned over with a smug smirk, "I switched our chairs. April Fools." This was bad. It was very, very bad. Just like Brent had dealt with last year, now Parker was on the receiving end of that same prank, and whenever he stood up, it would look as if he had pooed himself really badly. It was extra embarrassing because it was his own prank reversed on him; he was supposed to be the king of practical jokes, not some stupid mark for them! Parker could only hide the brown stain for so long. Once it was time to go to recess, he had no choice but to stand up, and that's when people noticed. Just as what had happened to Brent would now replay with Parker as the target; he was sent to the nurse's office, and his claims of it being chocolate was given a roll of the eyes. The nurse made him clean himself up in her bathroom, so she never saw that his underpants themselves were pristine. She hadn't really given him a chance to prove that either; she told him to put his shorts and underwear in a plastic bag and that she'd get him something else to wear. It felt prudent to follow instructions, if no other reason than to be on her good side, so he put the clean briefs in the same bag as the chocolate smeared shorts. When she came back with 'something' to wear, that'd been when he realized he'd messed up. Parker had been anxiously rolling the plastic bag around in his hands, which had inadvertently smeared the chocolate onto the briefs too. "You'll need to see the principal, but first you'll need some proper protection." She unfurled a giant diaper and Parker recognized it as the same one that Brent had pooed in front of him. His pleas fell on deaf ears, and no matter how much he fussed, he still ended up powdered and taped into the giant pair of Pampers. The stretchy shorts he was given to cover them up were sorely lacking too... An administrative assistant had come to fetch him, and before Parker could try to prove his innocence, the nurse had shown the 'dirtied garment' bag to the lady and then tossed it in the garbage. Parker kept saying it was chocolate, but nobody would believe him! Nobody would even humor the idea! He was no stranger to the principal's office, being the class clown that he was, but this was a trip unlike any other. The boy felt small and pitiful this time as he sat across from the man, his diaper crinkling and rustling with every small movement. Parker tried to explain that this was the misunderstanding of a prank backfiring, but he had no credibility to stand on. "If it was just a 'prank', then I'm sure you'll have no problem proving your toilet training in the preschool class. Until you do, that'll be your new grade level." No arguments would be heard past that, the gavel had struck the table on the issue. He got walked down to the same class he'd been volunteering at this week, and it looked as if the teacher had already been informed of his arrival. "Class, we have a new student joining us today! You already know him, since he was helping me out this week, but now he'll need all of our help to be a big boy and get pottytrained!" Kids were laughing and pointing at him, but not for the reasons that he usually liked. He loved being the center of attention, to be the clown that got a laugh out of someone, but he didn't think this was funny at all. Brent thought it was funny, at least that's what the giant smile on his face said. "Don't be so upset, Parker. If it was chocolate, then you should be able to prove you don't need diapers pretty easily, huh?" Brent would later tell him, once they were sitting on the same mat for snack time. "Y-yeah, I'm not gonna look like a stupid baby like *you*" The prankster grumbled as he got his juice box and his snack. "Eww, apple. I hate apple..." "You want to trade? Mine is grape." Brent grinned, taking the insult in stride. "Oh, definitely! Grape is way better." They exchanged juice boxes, but Parker puckered his lips after taking a big sip. "Ugh! That's not grape!" "April fools! That's prune juice." Brent snickered, gulping down the rest of his apple juice and eating his snack. He didn't give context as to *why* he'd been given prune juice, but he knew Parker would soon find out for himself. Within an hour of finishing the bitter beverage, Parker was starting to feel rolling cramps in his belly. It was a rumbling fullness that could only mean one thing; he awkwardly went and informed the teacher that he needed to use the toilet, and then was gobsmacked when his request was denied. "You have to prove you can hold it. You can use the potty once the school day is almost over." This was insanity! It was counter-productive to make a kid hold it for that long and to expect they'd prove themselves potty-capable! Parker was starting to wonder if Brent had been telling the truth about staying diapered not being his fault. The minutes counted down slowly and with each one, it felt as if Parker's capacity to hold back his bowels from evacuating was diminishing. He tried to sit flat on the floor to help, but that didn't stop the flatulence from beginning to pepper his Pampers with short, juicy toots. Brent wouldn't leave him alone either, smugly interjecting himself into wherever the other boy tried to hide. Brent knew what the end result would be, and he wanted to make sure that if he had to suffer the humiliation of poopy diapers in preschool, then Parker would too! With only fifteen minutes left until the end of the class, Parker was hitting his limit. Brent had pooped himself a short time ago, pretty badly too, and so he'd been getting his diaper changed at the front of the room. When he returned to Parker, freshened up, he looked like he had some exciting news. "Parker, you won't believe it! I talked to the teacher and told her again about the whole chocolate bar thing, and how it happened to you too, and she actually believed me this time! She said she was going to call the principal to get us moved out of here and back to fifth grade; she *did* say you still had to prove potty readiness though. You don't have to actually poop in it in front of everyone, you just have to show that you can pull your pants down and can sit on it. Then she'll let you go use a real toilet!" Parker was so desperate for good news that he didn't think about how silly that all sounded; besides, today had been full of silly verdicts, so was this any more difficult to believe? He didn't waste any time in trudging over to the plastic training potty at the front of the room; he let his pants slip down to his ankles, which showed off the massive Pampers he'd been forced to parade around in today. He looked off to his 'classmates', "...And now to prove that I know how to use the toilet! Pants down, and..." Parker plopped on the potty with a crinkle, his giant diaper-butt billowing over the sides. "..Butt on the toilet! As you can see, my potty skills are totally fine, and--and--" All the motion had made things more troubling for his sore tummy. "You're supposta take off your diapee first, dummy!" One of the preschoolers laughed. "He doesn't know how to use da' potty at all! He's just a big baby! Just like the other big baby!" Parker blushed, "I-I'm just showing the process, as an example, I'm not actually gonna...Nnghh...O-oh no.." A powerful fart exploded into his seat and reverberated loudly in the empty plastic training potty. Parker had officially run out the clock. "Hey Parker? April Fools. The teacher didn't actually say anything about getting out of here." Brent grinned, gesturing toward the teacher that had actually just noticed what was going on. "W-wait, what? B-but I..." **FRRRRRRTTBLLLLAAAAART! BRRAAAAAAAAP! PLLLARP! PFFFBBBTTT!** His bowels fully relented and released their contents; the crinkly diaper quickly began to fill up with his magmatic mush, each volley of muck being loudly announced by a gassy note. The acoustics of the training toilet also meant that his accident was much, much louder than it would have been if he'd just done it in his diaper in a normal way. The warm squishy feeling completely smothered his bottom and then began to spread into the front of his diaper too. The preschool teacher sighed at the sight. Looked like there would be another potty-troubled long-hauler in her class this year.