Tale #57: The Dirty Diaper Diary (Picture)

Tale #57: The Dirty Diaper Diary (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, reality warping, revenge on a bully, teen protagonist) Adam had really hoped that high school would be different than junior high; there had been the unrealistic optimism that his peers would mature simply from the change of title, even though only three short months of summer separated the two school levels. A few weeks in and those hopes had mostly been dashed across the rocks, and speaking of Dash... That was someone he considered to be his biggest problem; ever since second grade, the boy had been a thorn in his side! Dash wasn't a *traditional* 'bully', but that was what made him so difficult to deal with; Dash was smart and likeable, as well as moderately athletic, but he was the kind of kid that found pleasure in the humiliation of others. Dash wasn't blatant about it, he wasn't overly crass or immature about it, and that's what made him dangerous. His jokes were as clever as they were biting, and when directed at Adam, the less suave boy had little witty rebuttal to deal back. Adam wasn't stupid, but he also wasn't witty in the same way that Dash was; he became easily flustered when Dash would point out something embarrassing about him, and that'd make the other kids hone in on it too. For as much as Dash was a pompous little prick, he was also a great study of character, and he could always pull out what his target's weaknesses were. Most of their peers either weren't the target of this harassment, or they were better sports about it; Dash was so charismatic, and his insights so interesting, that he could be a bully in plain sight without ever having thrown a punch. And of course he was popular with the ladies. Why wouldn't he be? He was handsome, he was intelligent, he was funny...His only 'problem' was maybe the fact that he was on the short side, but nobody ever gave him grief for it, unlike some of the other smaller boys throughout their schooling career. He was untouchable, and he still loved to mess with Adam; from the second grade, where he teased the boy over an unfortunate accident at recess, to the sixth where he ruthlessly mocked that Adam wasn't yet wearing boxers, to now the ninth, where he accurately deduced how clumsy Adam was in the midst of puberty. He always had that stupid diary on him too. Part of the reason that he was so good with his words, was the fact that he'd spend his free time in class, jotting down notes about the things he noticed. It started back in elementary school, and he'd kept it with him ever since, chronicling all the little things. So imagine Adam's surprise, the day that he found the latched tome, misplaced and unguarded. It'd probably fallen out of Dash's backpack when he'd been leaving class for the day, and Adam only came across it because he'd had to circle back to the room to write down the pages of their math homework. Anyone else and the diary would have gotten turned in to the lost and found, but with it belonging to Dash, and with Adam being the one to find it, the worn book instead got slipped into a backpack. At the very minimum, Adam wanted to satisfy his own curiosity about what might be found within those pages; with years of content to sift through, a part of him hoped to gain better insight on the kid that had made his life hell. Adam cozied up with the tome later that evening. He considered starting at the beginning, but the first few dozen pages were all from notable days throughout elementary school. He wanted something more recent, something that he could use to his own advantage! So he started near the end of the thick notebook, finding stuff that had happened within the last few months. It started as a fairly dry read. It was partially a memo pad too, so Adam had to read a bunch of brightly colored sticky notes that had been added throughout the book. This was where he'd come across details about their classmates, where Dash kept tabs on their foibles and their supposed secrets. Some of it read like a tabloid, where theorycrafting was fed by gossip and conjecture. For every bit about Dash himself, there was an equal part devoted to his peers. It became easier to see how the brat could be so cutting in his words when Adam could see all the pertinent information getting stored for safe-keeping. There was nothing too juicy about Dash himself though, at least not this far ahead in the book. He flipped back the pages and arrived again near the beginning of where things were accounted for. It went all the way back to the end of first grade, when he'd first gotten it. The spelling and content were atrociously juvenile at the start, but by the fifth page, he'd found something that snapped him to attention and made his blood boil. The date read toward the start of second grade, and the big headline was about how Adam had pooped his pants during recess. Here in this diary, his own shame had been chronicled and immortalized. There was even a crude doodle of the event, where his likeness was illustrated with lumpy shorts and stink lines. It made Adam so mad. It may have been ancient history, but it represented everything that he despised about Dash. He reached inside his desk drawer and got out an eraser, along with a pencil. He didn't know what was giving him the desire to do this instead of simply trashing the page, but he couldn't resist the urge to erase the account and put forth a petty revision. A few minutes later, and the diary entry read much differently. Now in ink, which couldn't be as easily erased as the graphite had been, the kid pooping his pants in the story was *Dash*. It gave Adam a poignant sense of justice, even if it was a lie; the more he looked at it though, the more it felt that it *wasn't* a lie. His own memory must have been delusional enough to play along, because he kept reimagining the event in his recollection as being how he'd just made it. It was like Dash really had been the one to make a mess in his undies! He shook his head at the thought and put the diary back in his bag for the night. He'd read more of it tomorrow, and hopefully come across something more useful. The next day, he could tell that Dash appeared out of sorts. The witty teen was listless and distant, probably because he couldn't find his precious little journal. As far as Adam was concerned, his distress was a good thing and well deserved. As the boy sat in class, his own mind kept returning to thoughts of the diary. He couldn't get yesterday's revision out of his head, and as he grew more bored of the lesson plan at hand, he found himself discreetly pulling the diary out of his bag to look at. He placed it on the interior of his workbook and began to read some more of it. After a few minutes reading, he got a silly thought in his head. With the diary no longer in Dash's possession, there would be nobody to log events moving forward! Perhaps Adam himself should fill in and write a page for today...? It was just for a lark, or at least so he thought. He started off the entry with lamentations of the missing diary, which was a paradox within itself, but soon began to pivot toward something a little further outside reality. With pen to paper, and with that second grade incident still fresh in his head, Adam began to overwrite the truth with his juvenile lies. *' I was so distracted from my missing diary, that I hadn't been paying attention to the teacher, and that's when she called on me!'* "Mister Dillans, would you please come solve the problem at the board?" Adam blinked at the coincidence. Shortly after he'd written it, the event had manifested itself into reality! Had he just predicted something common by petty incident? Or was it possible that he'd actually had some tangible impact on the events at hand? There was only one way to continue, if he wanted to confirm things either way... *'I almost tripped on my way to the board, and once I got there, I couldn't figure out what the right answer was supposed to be!'* As it was written, there it then played out before Adam's bewildered eyes. Adam had either gotten really good at seeing into the future, or he'd gotten some ability to warp reality to his liking, as if Dash's life was now just a fanfiction being directed by someone that hated his guts. This would take further research and experimentation. He'd need to try writing something far more absurd than this milquetoast affair. Adam put the diary back away for the moment, deciding he'd think of something for a little later. He kept himself restrained until gym class. He'd spent the bulk of the day trying to think of what something good would be to put in the diary, and his mind kept getting stuck at the page he'd revised yesterday. The first shame he'd suffered at Dash's hand had been that poopy accident in second grade, and he'd had to hear all the diaper jokes that sprung from it for the next two years after. It probably didn't live rent-free in anyone else's head, since it had happened so long ago, but it'd been something that had shaped Adam's hatred for the last seven years. It had boiled under the surface, and while he'd defaced that memory last night, it still didn't seem like enough justice had been metered out for it. Adam got targeted early in dodgeball and was taken out of the game. While sitting at the bleachers, he pulled the diary back out and casually began to transcribe his malice onto the page he'd earlier started. *'I've been having accidents again lately, and it's super embarrassing! Mommy says I have to wear diapers again until I can prove I'm still pottytrained. I've been putting my big kid pants, the ones with Barney on them, over them, since I'm scared someone might find out at school. It's going to be hard to convince her I'm big enough for boxers now like all the other boys, if I can't even stay out of diapers like a baby!'* Adam lifted his eyes from the self-indulgent fluff and zeroed in on Dash from across the gymnasium. It was a little hard to tell from here, but it definitely looked like the teen's ass must have gotten bigger, which could only mean that he was indeed padded up under his gym shorts! But was there any reason to be subtle with it? No. If Adam wanted proof of his own power, then he needed to do something much bigger. Maybe he could write something that wouldn't happen right away? So he could focus his attention on Dash himself? *'I got hit in the stomach by a ball during the game, and it made me poo in my diaper. It was a really big accident too, but no one noticed until we went back to the locker room. The other boys were mean to me about it, and I got so worked up, that I ended up going even more in front of them!'* Perhaps true to his own writing, Adam didn't appear to notice Dash having any accident, though the boy did get pegged by a ball in the stomach. Adam smiled and bided his time. The period was just about over, which meant it would be showtime for the rest of his little story. He soon followed the rest of the boys back into the locker room, taking notice that Dash was walking a little strangely. The smell didn't take long to grab the attention of the other boys. Accusations of 'ripping ass' filled the room as fast as the odor had, while Dash was quietly keeping his head down. Adam smirked and decided to stoke the flames. "Kind of smells like someone crapped their pants." Dash looked like he was trying to shield himself by changing around the corner of one of the lockers. Adam couldn't quite see him, so he would have to take a stab in the dark and hope his powers were as true as they felt. "Whoa, are those Barney undies?! You still wear baby underwear?" The rest of the boys turned their attention to what Adam was accusing, and one of them rounded the corner to see that Dash was indeed sporting the dopey purple dinosaur on his preschool style underpants! "Haha, check it out! Dash likes Barney!" "I d-do not, shut up!" No witty comebacks there. The others had to see for themselves and a crowd began to form around the blushing boy. "Wait...Is that a *diaper* underneath? That's totally a *diaper*!" Laughter began to fill the locker room and the jeering boys all had to get their licks in on the kid that'd made it his profession to tear down those around him. "The special ed class is down the hall, dude!" "Or maybe he'd be better off at the daycare down the street!" "Guess we know what smells like shit, huh?" The mockery was music to Adam's ears. Even better was Dash trying to pitifully defend himself, trying to deny he was wearing a diaper, or that he'd taken a big smelly dump in it. Right on cue, the teen was getting worked up about it, and that meant... **BRRAAAAAAP! CRACKLE! PLOP!** Dash's expression was horrified as the back of his Barney briefs suddenly expanded another couple of inches, the material stretching to accommodate the growing bulge of his dirty diaper. It only took a moment, but it felt like an eternity of the second turd crashing into his hidden Pampers. "...Oh my god, he just crapped himself again! You could actually see his diaper get bigger in back!" Adam soaked it all in. It felt surreal, but everything he'd written in the diary was coming to pass, no matter how absurd. In lieu of matching his bully in wit, he'd found a different way to strike back in a way that'd make Dash pay for every past transgression. Dash was going to become a little diaper dork, and Adam was the author of that fate.