Story #57: Baked Goods (Picture)

Story #57: Baked Goods (Sequel to 'From Cool to Drool') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, domination, bullying, humiliation, intelligence loss, infantilization) Jay felt like the hall must just stretch on to eternity. It was less than five minutes, even with how sluggish the stunted boy was moving, to get from the administration office to the nurse, but it just felt like forever. Every awkward, uncoordinated step was accentuated by the sticky warmth of the heavy stool pile in his diaper. It made his gait all the more suspicious, and with Angela so close to him, she got the honor of hearing his crinkly pants squish and squelch with every jaunt forward. He had nothing to say to her. Not after he'd crapped himself right after all of her condescendingly sanctimonious comments. Definitely not after she'd just very clearly threatened him to obey her or risk getting sent to the 'Special' hall. She, on the other hand, was feeling particularly chatty, with it just being the two of them. The girl kept a tight grip on his wrist, leading him down the hall, making him keep up with her brisk pace. It was the perfect opportunity for her to harangue him without consequences or avoidance. "I always knew that something like this would happen to you. Always thinking you're so cool, always taking a bunch of dumb risks, always breaking the rules. There are supposed to be consequences for breaking the rules, and this is yours; though I guess helmet safety has a much bigger consequence than not turning your homework in on time, or cutting in the lunch line." The halls were mostly empty. Kids didn't typically get to start roaming them until classes started, so anyone here so early was likely holed up in the cafeteria or hanging out outside the school. There were some teachers, but Angela had the hall pass in her free hand, so they gave her no mind. It especially became more clear not to stop them once the teachers got closer and caught a whiff of Jay's devastated diaper, as if the waddling and being led along like a toddler wasn't already a red flag of the situation. "I heard rumors about what happened. People thought you might be in a coma, or have amnesia or something, after that stunt at the skate park. I guess no one really thought that *this* had happened. How could they? Mr. Cool himself couldn't be reduced to some brain-damaged dimwit in a poopy diaper, right?" Her tone wasn't just smug, there was resentment in her words too; there was spite. "I notta retard!" Jay finally broke his silence, unable to take any more of Angela's cruelty. Angela squeezed her hand more tightly around Jay's wrist, "We don't use that word, Jay-Jay! ...Even if its accurate in *your* case." Jay squeaked at the sudden iron grip and let out a sharp toot in reaction. Angela's soft frown curled upward and she shook her head, "I think 'drooly dummy' or 'baby-brained' might be more nice to say, don't you?" She loosened her fingers, easing him back into a firm yet gentle grasp. "You really are like a baby. You even have a name for your big 'oopsies'." Her bemused smile grew much wider, her tone becoming coy: "...'Poo-Brownies', huh?" Jay's face burned red in shame at the reminder of his infantile verbal outburst, his eyes lowering to the ground. "Its such a...Dumb, babyish way to say it...And to announce it like that? Like you're proud and want everyone to know? I wasn't completely sure you were really a dimwit until you did *that*. I thought maybe you just had some control problems, but obviously you're just completely busted up there...Scrambled like an egg." Her voice lowered, "But the best part is...I know you're still able to understand everything that's going on...You're still embarrassed. Still got enough brain to be 'Cool Jay', but not enough left to act like it. Everyone probably thinks you're mentally a toddler, but you're really still just the same jerk." Her grin broadened, "I'm really going to enjoy you getting everything you deserve. You want to act like a clown in class? Fine, but this time the joke's going to be on you." The blond scowled furiously at her, the pair stopping in the middle of the hall as Jay muled in place and resisted her grip. "Shudd-upp!" He angrily slurred, reeling back his free hand and swinging his open palm right at her. The attack caught her by surprise, and it caught her in the cheek, but Jay hadn't been able to really give it any sting. His posture had been too poor, and his physical control was still severely lacking, so it landed with an unsatisfying, pitiable slap. It was as if she'd been slapped by a toddler by accident. The blow may have been relatively painless, but Angela didn't seem to make the distinction. She was pissed, and her face betrayed that fact in an instant. The weaselly girl looked both ways down the hall, recognized that it was clear, and glowered at her charge. If looks could kill, Jay would be a smear on the floor. Still in control of his wrist, she pulled him forward in front of her and suddenly slammed him face front into the wall, with his arm wrenched around his back. She leaned her head in more closely and used her other hand to squeeze the seat of his sweatpants, grabbing a handful of 'dirty diaper lumps' in the process and mashing his 'brownies' further against his rump. "We don't hit, Jay-Jay. Am I going to have to teach you *all* the basic rules again? Here I am, escorting you to the nurse's office for a much-needed bum-change, and you think you can just try to hit me? Do you still not get it? That I can *destroy* you? You know how bad I am at keeping secrets.." She squeezed his messy diaper again for emphasis, "..And this is a really big secret that I doubt you want getting out, right? Not to mention that I can quit and get you sent to Special Ed instead, remember?" Jay whined, not just from the pain of her retaliation, or the discomfort of his pantload getting redistributed all throughout his Pampers, but from the sheer size of the blow to his pride. Jay was supposed to be cool and popular, he was supposed to be athletic and charming, and Angela was just a weaselly, sniveling little 'teacher's pet' loser. He was getting bullied by a *loser*! By a social reject! The paradigm shift was just too much for him to handle. He felt so weak and powerless, so pathetic and small... "Now say you're sorry, Jay-Jay. Good little boys apologize when they're being big jerks." His body responded before he had a chance to, and there was a gurgling eruption right underneath the vicious squeeze of her palm. She didn't have a chance to pull away, or even react from the powerful rumbling in the lumpy youth diaper beneath the sweatpants, before another large steamer began to push itself out. His face scrunched up a little bit as the turd shot its way out into his already full diaper, having slight trouble with the resistance of Angela's hand right underneath. It ended almost as quickly as it had began. And Angela was just speechless for a moment, now feeling the warm expansion of the lumpy topography and it registering that he'd just pooped instead of apologizing. She finally reeled her hand back and gave a noise of disgusted disbelief. "That wasn't an apology, Jay-Jay! That was very naughty; good boys don't..don't..."She tripped over her own words in an attempt to find a way to explain the event, "...They don't poop their diapers when the babysitter has their hand of their diapered butt!" She gave his befouled bottom a squishy smack and pulled him back away from the wall. "That's already two strikes and you haven't even made it to the nurse yet! You're on thin ice, stinkpot." Jay felt humiliated, and genuinely was nervous that Angela might make good on her threats. He mumbled an apology and then had to repeat it more earnestly after another squeeze to his wrist. Had Angela always been this strong? The remainder of the trip was uneventful, thankfully, and Jay found himself having to enter the office himself, after Angela teased him by commenting that he needed to still try to have some independence (like a big boy!) As well that she had to use the big person bathroom, instead of just going in a diaper. Nurse Fitzgerald and him had never exactly seen eye-to-eye. He was a troublemaker, and a risk-taker; he also seemed to come down with some mysterious illness anytime there was a big test. His hijinks were a pain in her backside, and her demeanor was already very grouchy. She was reading some trashy novella when he'd mustered up the courage to walk in, but she'd hardly looked up from the tantalizing pages. "The first day hasn't even started, Jaydyn. There aren't going to be any tests today." The blond blanched at the use of his full name and he stood there unsure how to initiate the process he needed to happen. "U-uhhh..I...Hadda...acc-i-dent.." He finally got out, meek as a mouse. She looked up, "You jumping off the playground equipment again? What'd you hurt?" The misunderstanding only made this feel worse. She thought he was injured from doing something stupid and reckless, which was true on a larger scale, but she didn't think for a moment that he'd meant a different context altogether. "N-no...umm..Not that.." She rose an eyebrow, starting to notice how much less confident the boy seemed. Then the smell hit her and she made a face of revelation. "Jaydyn, did you...'Make', in your underpants?" She didn't know the half of it! The older woman rarely kept up with her inbox, so she wasn't even aware of Jayden's current condition! Or even his accident at the skate park! She just thought the preteen had defecated in his pants like a helpless tot. She'd received diapers to put in the office, but she hadn't considered which student they were exactly for... "..Uh-huh. Maked poopie." "...'Poopie'?" She genuinely thought he was trying to mock her by talking that way, like soiling himself was some joke taken too far. "Jaydyn, I don't know what kind of stunt you're pulling, but I have half a mind to call your mother about this." Half a mind was certainly a phrase to use here, but not for her. She tugged him by the arm toward the cots and gestured at his sweatpants with a snarl, "Take them off. You need to get cleaned up." Jayden couldn't bring himself to disrobe in front of the crabby woman. He couldn't stand the thought of her seeing his diapers if she didn't already know about them. The woman quickly lost her patience and let out a loud sigh, before kneeling down to give them a swift tug down around his ankles. She gawked at the sight, speechless about what she was seeing right now. The question in her head might have been 'Boxers or Briefs', but the answer was none of the above: it was **diapers**. "Mister Baker, why on earth are you wearing a diaper?" He was about to reply, in whatever cogent way he could, but his bowels suddenly decided to evacuate again. "..I hurty my head, an'now I gotta--" **FRRTTTTBLLARRRT! BRAAAAPSQUISH!** "GOTTA MAKE **POO-BROWNIES!**" He exclaimed, yet another big batch of the 'baked goods' depositing themselves into his overworked disposable diaper. Baker was a fitting surname. Nurse Fitzgerald almost looked embarrassed for him in that moment, but that feeling lost out to agitated scorn at all the extra work he was making for her. At least she knew now who those diapers were meant for, and she couldn't exactly say that she was overly sympathetic to his mortifying plight. "...Great, now I have to add changing an eleven year old's diapers to my schedule every day." The gravelly woman grumbled, standing back up and turning to grab the package out of the cabinet, where embarrassingly there indeed *had* been a sticky note with the boy's name attached. Jay stepped out of his pants, the thick white diaper sagging low between his pale thighs, the heft of its bounty blatantly displayed by the undeniable fullness of the garment; there was a reason these diapers rode higher than the typical fair. "Sit down, Jaydyn. I guess I need to look at an e-mail about this, you'll have to wait a few minutes." He sat on the cot, his mucky rump sinking into the mound of mush he'd made in the short time he'd been at school. The day hadn't even technically started yet, and he was already in desperate need of a diaper change. Things did not bode well for 'Mister Cool'.