Story #106: The Brown-Bag Conspiracy (Part 2)

Story #106: The Brown-Bag Conspiracy (Part 2) (The 4th part to the 'Learning Disability' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy underpants, pants check, humiliation, ongoing story) School had been normal for him thus far. His typical experience in school was mostly neutral, if not him being a little on the bored side, and today was no exception. There was a lot of daydreaming on his end, followed by some struggling once he realized he hadn't paid attention to the assignments of his class. He could notice that every once in a while, he was catching a dirty look or two from his stepsister; the looks wouldn't last long, but Finn could guess that she was still irked about the sudden reversal of what he had been made to wear under his shorts. No doubt that Lily had wanted to tell all her little friends about the developments going on with Finn and what they'd learned about him... Finn shook off the thoughts pretty easily. If he wasn't actually wearing a diaper right now, then would anyone actually believe Lily anyways? His underoos might not have been the most respectable looking things, but they wouldn't fit the label she wanted to assign to him, so she was defanged for today. He could probably guess that she'd been excited to make some big show about it. She would scrape sympathy from the humiliation that she constructed for him; she'd lament the struggles of having a brother with mental disabilities and would make herself the center of attention. Lunch would soon come and Finn would sit at a table in the cafeteria with some of his friends. He wasn't anywhere special on the social hierarchy of fourth grade; while having oddities about him, he wasn't considered one of the 'weird' kids, but he wasn't at all cool enough to have any kind of popularity. He chatted about the sorts of things that little boys their age did and enjoyed the lunch that his stepmother had prepared for him. It was a little strange to him, since she didn't usually make his lunch with much love, but today everything looked exceptional (if not a little juvenile). Sandwich with the crusts cut off, applesauce, a small thermos of soup, some baby carrots, a juice-box, some crackers, and a candy bar for dessert. It should have raised more red flags with him than it did; usually his lunch was little more than a 'Lunchable' stuffed sloppily in a bag. Finn shook off any curiosities about it and only wondered if his lunch had accidentally gotten switched with his sister. Speaking of, Lily got a good look at his spread when she walked by him, and she got that vile look in her eyes again. Finn ate every last bite, while laughing at crude jokes and discussing the latest episodes of his favorite shows with the small group of boys he sat with. Afterwards would be recess, and Finn already was looking forward to running around the playground to work off some of this energy that had been growing throughout the day. He didn't get very far from the doors outside before he heard his stepsister calling out to him. His instinct told him to ignore her voice and just run off with his friends, but he knew better than to intentionally upset her, so he slowed down to a stop. "...What?" He anxiously asked with a frown, while the girl marched over to him. "I need to check and make sure you haven't poo-pooed on yourself, since you're wearing big boy pants instead of your diapers." Lily replied authoritatively, as if she was a drill sergeant here to check if his bed was made. Finn cringed and looked around, "Lily, I didn't do *that* in my pants. You don't have to check anything." He kept his voice low, since he didn't exactly want to announce their discussion to all the kids out here. The little girl shook her head and put her hands on her hips, "I *do* have to check. You're too much of a dumb-dumb to know any better; you'd probably lie anyways, since autistic retards like you like to sit in their own poopies." That made Finn's blood boil. He was sick of getting insulted over something that had made otherwise no impact on his life. Lily might scare him, but that wasn't going to stop him from standing up for himself. "Stop calling me that, Lily, or I'm gonna tell the teacher." The boy threatened. She grabbed him by the hand and glared at him with the same steely eyes that her mother was known for. The little girl was a true reflection of the woman, from the nasty narcissism down to the frightening little mannerisms. "I'm just being honest about what you are now, Finn. Now stop being fussy or I'll tell *mommy* about how difficult you're being." In a fight of threats, Lily had brought the bigger gun. Finn relaxed his stance and buckled under the pressure, which Lily took advantage of by pulling him by the hand and leading him over to the threshold of the door they had just exited. With all the kids on the playground, the pair would be obscured behind the corner where the walls met. "You better hope there aren't any oopsies in your pants, Finn." Lily reminded him as she turned him around and put one hand on his shoulder. "Or else mommy will make sure you always wear your *diapers* to school." Finn still wasn't on-board with any of this; he had been caught by surprise and overpowered when his guard was down, but now that he stood there, he was wiggling and complaining quietly. As his sister pulled out the waistband of his shorts to check on his undies, the door to the school suddenly opened and a teacher was coming out of it. The woman was one of their teachers, and while she'd only come out here to help supervise recess, she was stopped in her tracks by what she was seeing. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked, moving to remove Lily's hands from the waistband of Finn's pants. Lily scowled momentarily, as was typical when she was told 'no' about anything, but she quickly recovered and put on the faux concern that she'd learned from her mother. "Oh, Ms. Landry! I just had to check and make sure Finn hadn't had an *accident* in his pants." The woman raised an eyebrow at the explanation and looked over at Finn, "Finn, are you alright? Are you not feeling well today?" "He's not sick, Ms. Landry, he's just been having potty problems, since he's *autistic* now." Lily chirped, sounding more rude than sympathetic about it. Finn shook his head and took a defensive posture; Lily wasn't completely lying, but she wasn't exactly being honest either. His diagnosis was completely unrelated to the occasional accidents that he'd had, or at least he thought so. Truthfully, there probably was a connection between the accidents and his mild autism and ADHD, but certainly not to the level that he'd been accused of. "I-I don't have any *problems*! I feel fine." He asserted, much to the ire of his stepsister. Finn knew Lily would be upset with him for going against what she'd just said, but he would rather keep the respect of one of his favorite teachers. Ms. Landry didn't get mad at him for his struggles in her class, and she didn't seem to fall prey to the mask that Lily wore at school. The woman looked mostly confused by the whole encounter. Having had both of the kids as students throughout the year, she knew there was hostilities between them, but this was something a lot different. From what she'd gathered, Lily was claiming that her harassment of her stepbrother was actually assistance, which the boy in question was denying any need for. The 'potty problems', 'accidents', and 'autistic' parts were what was truly difficult for the woman to parse. Finn had never had an accident in her class, and the only reference to such a thing had come at the beginning of the school year, when Lily had too loudly discussed her brother's wet bed that morning. As for the autistic part, she could surely identify some markers, but that was hardly a clinical diagnosis; besides, without the proper administrative procedures, any such deductions or declarations were meaningless. She looked back at Finn again and could see that tears were just barely being kept back, while his stepsister looked downright giddy at the embarrassment she had caused him. "We keep our hands to ourselves, missy. Unless you want a trip down to the principal's office, you will leave your stepbrother alone. Am I clear?" Lily furrowed her brow and had to restrain herself from going supernova at that. All that suppression still led to a mean-spirited rant where she intended to hurt Finn as much as she could. "Didn't you hear me? He *needs* to be checked, because otherwise he'll just lie! Finn **pooped** in his **diaper** this morning, right before school! He's not smart enough to use the toilet!" Finn's heart sank when he heard her mention not only the diapers, but the fact that he'd gone and messed them too. He started to feel smaller and smaller, as if he could sense that his teacher's perception of him was shifting in real-time. "That's *enough* young lady. If I hear one more word out of you, then you're going to be in big trouble. Go out to the playground and leave Finn alone." That got Lily to lay off, but her expression wasn't one of defeat. Her face told Finn that he'd be paying for this later, in one way or another. The girl stormed off, and Finn was left wiping his sleeves against his wet eyes. "Are you okay, Finn?" The teacher gently asked, putting her hand on the boy's back as a sympathy to him. The boy sniffled, "Y-yeah, I think so...Umm, I don't really feel like recess today though..." Could he be blamed? His psycho sister was out here, and it wouldn't do his self-confidence any good for a teacher to play guardian angel to him in front of all his peers. "That's okay. You're in my class after recess, do you just want to sit in there for now? Maybe read a book or draw something?" He nodded, and after Ms. Landry had informed the other supervising teacher about it, the two left the playground to go back inside the school. It was on the way down the hall that Finn felt something else was wrong; it was if his lower gut was beginning to boil! It didn't yet feel like a toilet signal; if anything, it felt like a sore stomach, from eating something bad, or just from the emotional distress he'd just been through! So he didn't ask his teacher to sidebar for the bathroom, and instead hoped the feeling would soon pass. Once he was seated at his desk and had some paper in front of him to doodle on, it was becoming more obvious that it wouldn't just *pass*. He idly sketched with one hand, while the other clutched gingerly at his tummy. All of a sudden, the pain appeared to subside and focus itself completely into one point of pressure down below. It just felt like he needed to fart, and if he did things carefully, perhaps it could even be totally silent! Finn lifted his bottom slightly off of his seat and gave a soft push to relieve the pressure of the gas. One small push was all it took to ruin his underpants. That fart was no fart, and even the slightest push had dislodged a full sized load of mushy mess to fill out the back of his briefs. It happened too fast for him to even realize what was going on, at least until it was already too late. Finn could feel the smoldering pile bubbling and popping right against his buttcheeks, and he felt true terror that he might stain through his shorts with how soft it felt. His eyes peered toward the clock and he felt acutely aware of how the situation could devolve from here. If he just tried to sit here and not acknowledge it, then his classmates would come in from recess and inevitably smell what he had done. His sister would lead the charge to accuse him, and she would be right. Alternatively, he could ask to go use the restroom and just wing-it from there, but this felt too monumental a problem to handle on his own... "...Finn?" Ms. Landry's voice broke through his thoughts and he realized the teacher was starting to walk over to his desk. With no diaper to mute the odor, it hadn't taken very long at all for the smell to reach her. "Are you...Okay? Is there anything you need to tell me?" She still sounded sympathetic, but now with a bit more urgency. The woman hadn't taken Lily's words at face value, but now that a distinctly poopy odor was wafting in the classroom, she had to acknowledge that perhaps her young pupil had indeed suffered some toileting setbacks. Finn's desire to be seen as mature or competent or even of just average intellect was keeping him from being upfront about his problem. His eyes darted down and again filled with tears, "N-no ma'am..." The woman sighed and started to help stand him up from his desk. "Accidents happen, Finn. It doesn't make you a baby, or a 'dummy', or whatever your stepsister is calling you. I know you're a smart, mature young man, and that means being honest about things you would probably rather lie about." "...I pooped my pants. I thought I had to fart, and I pooped my pants." She felt bad for the boy. She'd taught at a few different grade levels, so this sort of thing wasn't new to her, but she couldn't say she'd been in this situation since teaching fourth grade. With tear-stained cheeks and a wobbly voice, Finn looked much younger to her in that moment. "That's okay, Finn. Why don't we go down to the nurse's office and she'll give you a hand, okay? Just take my hand." That's how they would go down the hall. Hand-in-hand, with the teacher walking more slowly to accommodate the sluggish and awkward gait of the smelly boy's waddle. The halls were fortunately pretty bare, bar for some teachers who passed by; classes were either in session, or students were at recess right now. "Mrs. Pontin, I have a student here that had a little accident and could use some help." The nurse was a middle-aged woman with a warm smile and a large frame. She turned from her paperwork to address the pair that had arrived in her office, "Uh-oh! What do we have here: scraped knee or nosebleed?" "Well, actually it's the *other* kind of accident." The teacher awkwardly clarified, trying her best to spare Finn any further shame. "...Oh!" It took a moment for the nurse to understand what Ms. Landry was alluding too, especially due to the age of the student and the fact that his shorts didn't appear to be wet. One wrinkled nose and she got the picture. "Well, no worries. We'll get you all nice and clean!" She cooed, giving the boy a pat on the head, which only embarrassed him further. "I'll have to check your temperature too, sweetie. Is your tummy not feeling okay?" Finn shook his head, "M-my tummy...umm...feels weird." The nurse nodded and gestured toward the cot, where Ms. Landry helped him move along to. "I see...Well, let's check the damage!" With a swift tug, the boy's shorts were suddenly lowered down to his ankles; the juvenile underoos he had on were fully displayed, which included the brown backside. The teacher was even caught off-guard by the lack of proper warning or privacy. While she wanted to preserve his dignity by looking away, she couldn't help but take a look at how babyish he appeared in this state. "Wow, yeah, that's pretty bad..." The nurse commented. Meanwhile, Finn couldn't stand to be exposed like this, and he was bending down to grab his shorts, so he could pull them back up. The sudden movement proved too much for his touchy stomach and another gurgling fart brought a second wave of soft poop to flood the back of his briefs. "Uh-oh...Yeah, I think we're going to have to call home about this one...I think I'll also need to call down to the SPED room and see if we can get something for him to wear."