Story #75: How to Train Your Pet Poobrain (Part 2)

Story #75: How to Train Your Pet Poobrain (Part 2) (Content Tags: Ongoing story, messy diapers, diaper sniffing, braindrain, mind melded with dirty diaper, humiliation) Billy and his older brother, Craig, had been happy enough to see us at the door. Billy was around Bradley's age, though obviously significantly less intelligent, since he was a normal toddler. Craig was a few years younger than me, probably around seven or eight, and was a total hellion. Their mother was home and had greeted us too, glad that her children would have playmates for the next couple of hours, and that she could have some peace to herself. Being the oldest, it was assumed that I'd keep a cap on things, and prevent either of her kids from getting too wild. Considering that when Billy had come to see us at the door, he'd been walking around with his Huggies completely out in the open, I already had a feeling that her kids wouldn't end up being the problematic parties. Just the sight of the crinkly thing had sent a wave of fog across my mind, as the word 'poop' just flashed over and over, in reference to what the potential of the exposed diaper was. I'd shaken it off for the moment, and I'd even sheepishly mentioned that maybe Billy should put on some pants, but my request had been laughed off as trying to act too 'mature'. Craig led us to their backyard, explaining that the babies could go play in the sandbox, and that I could play 'big kid' stuff with him. Usually I'd roll my eyes at the brat calling himself a big kid, since from my own vantage point, he was still a little kid; today though, I couldn't bring myself to scoff, since I could feel the cushioning protection that lied beneath my baggy trousers. If Craig wasn't a big kid, then someone in diapers like me *definitely* wasn't. "You shoulda' brought your airsoft gun, Parker! We coulda' shot at cans, or at the babies." The troublesome tyke snickered as he led me to the garage, where I expected he'd be showing off some of the outdoor toys he had. "Your mom would kill you...and me." I replied, awkwardly putting my hands in my pockets while he opened up the door. "I keep askin' her to buy me one too, but she says m'not old enough. When did your parents let you get one?" I had to agree that Craig was probably too young, and also probably too much of a little psycho to be handed a toy like that. "Uhh, nine, I think? I got one for my birthday, from a friend..." Craig gestured for me to follow him into the garage, and then led me over to a little corner dedicated to his and Billy's toys. There was a fine assortment of different outdoor doodads, much of which had a worn look from being exposed to the elements long enough. There were hula hoops, trucks, bouncy balls, frisbees, and all kinds of fanciful things. "So what should we play? What do fifth graders play?" I found myself amused by his flagrant attempts to court my approval; Craig was absolutely transparent, to a pathetic degree, and it was the first sense of smugness I'd had since my unfortunate transformation had begun. I put a finger at my chin, as if in deep thought: "Hmm...Well..." I knew I needed to pick something that would be 'low-effort'. I couldn't be running and rolling around with a big doofy diaper underneath my pants. Looking at the toys that Craig had at his disposal, the options weren't very good for the kind of activities I had in mind. "Well...Big kids like me, we like to play rough and wrestle, but that wouldn't be fair to a shrimp like you. We also play a lot of video games though...You have any good ones?" Craig looked a little offended at me calling out his size, and he put his hands on his hips. "I-I can play rough too! Even if you are bigger than me! Besides, my mom said that we had to play outside for a while..." I let out a nervous laugh and pointed at the frisbee, "Sure thing, peewee. Why don't we just toss that around for a bit, then? We probably need to keep an eye on the babies anyways." Craig huffed and picked the frisbee up, stomping out of the garage with me in his wake. I already knew that I had made a mistake by bringing up something as physical and close-contact as wrestling around, but I could always pretend to be the 'responsible' big kid that wouldn't dare to tussle with a younger boy. I had no doubts I could beat Craig, but I did fear that my diaper might be found out if we did go at it. Returning to the backyard, I could see that Bradley and Billy were happily making sand structures over in the sand box. It wouldn't usually be worth a second glance, except that Billy's padded rump was still staring me in the face, which knocked at the reprogramming going on in my brain. It wasn't a powerful enough haze to reduce me on the spot, but it did make it difficult to pay attention to anything else. My brother saw me gawking and gave a knowing little grin. As if to taunt me, he lifted his own rear out of the sand and let a loud, wet fart sputter out into his Pampers. I was helplessly captivated. In my distracted stupor, I hadn't even noticed that Craig had turned and came right at me, adamant to prove that he could scrap just as good as the bigger kids. Once the younger boy had collided into me and had started to grab a hold of my arms, I snapped out of my daze and looked surprised by the sudden assault. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, squirming in place, while the smaller boy tried to take control of the impromptu 'fight'. "I told you I can fight too! So...So I'm proving it!" He replied between breaths, having to really exert himself against me. "I already told you that I wasn't gonna fight some stupid little kid! Back off!" The insult only strengthened his resolve against me, and Craig began to awkwardly push his weight against my stance, hoping to catch me off balance. I resisted, beginning to use some of my own strength, but Craig wasn't small enough to simply fling off. My little brother was happy to see my struggle, and he knew that he could make things worse; with an infantile grunt, another wet rumbling came from his Pampers, and my ears focused completely in on the rude noise. The distraction was all it took for me to lose my balance and to fall onto the ground with Craig on top of me. "I pinned you!" The younger boy happily squeaked, as if he had actually been the one capable of toppling a preteen. Craig beamed and bounced, "I told you I wasn't just a weak little kid!" It was pretty embarrassing to 'lose' to a kid who was a few years younger than me, but I could have lived with it, except that in my descent, my baggy slacks had gone slightly askew, which had left just a smidgen of waistband poking out. "...Hey, what's that...! That's like Billy...Oh my gosh! Parker, are you wearing a *diaper*?" Yup, there was the accusation, and with total shock in his voice too. Craig's voice had gone from being a kid desperate for approval, to a bratty bully that wanted to tear people down. "N-no! That'd be stupid! G-get off!" Craig ignored my pleas and tugged back on the elastic of my pants. "It *is* a diaper! Like for a giant baby! Parker is a big, stupid baby!" The outcry got the tots in the sandbox to pay attention, mostly Billy, who couldn't believe it either. Bradley just smirked smugly, knowing that things were starting to get interesting. "I'm not a baby!" I tried to deny as Craig slid my slacks further down to get a better look at the puffy poosack that I called my own. He suddenly gave me a smack to my padded seat, "Babies shouldn't fib! Diapers mean that you're a baby, Parker!" Bradley brought Billy closer to take a look at the curious sight. "Uh-huh, big bwother wear diapee too!" He chirped, putting on his baby voice to agree with what Craig had to say. "Parker makes poopies in his pants!" That got uproarious laughter from Craig, "Poopies? Really? You're a *pantspooper*, Parker? And here I thought you were some cool big kid! But you're not even as big as me!" "I-I don't do that in my diapers, really!" I groaned, cheeks burning red in humiliation. "Parker also likes'ta sniff poopy diapees." Bradley innocently added, "He's super-duper poobrained!" That part took Craig more by surprise and he looked down at me with skepticism in his eyes. "No way! Parker's a poosniffer? Is that true, Parker? You like smellin' poopy diapers like a dummy?" There was another gurgling fart, but this time it came from Billy instead, who was getting a focused look on his face. The sound made my brain stagger, but I managed to respond with a hearty 'no!' Craig laughed again and began to get off of me. It seemed he didn't believe that part of my brother's little story, which would have been great, except I was in a precarious position where I was about to prove Bradley right on all he had said. "Well, you might not be a poobrained, pantspooping poosniffer, but you're still a big diaper baby! And that means that I'm the one in charge of all *three* of the babies!" Bradley whispered something into Billy's ear, and as I was starting to get up on my knees, I noticed that Billy had gotten much closer to me. The tot had his diapered butt facing toward me, so I got a close look at Elmo. Before I could figure out what he was doing, the toddler farted again and a large bump slid into the back of the Pampers. My mind started to fog over. It was more than I could resist and I tilted my nose toward the fresh lump. Every fiber of my being was crying out to stop this newfound primal desire, but it was extremely difficult to overcome the impulses. I *wanted* to take a big whiff and revel in the fumes. "You forget how to walk, baby? Or you just wanna crawl on the ground?" Craig sneered, nudging my bottom with his shoe, unaware of my internal struggle. Another gassy eruption came from the soiled Pampers, and the mucky sound of a mushy mudslide emanated loudly from the puffy garment as it filled up more fully. Billy let out a loud sigh of relief from the emptying of his bowels, and he slouched his knees, letting the sagging seat come closer to me. "Eww, Billy!" Craig stuck out his tongue, finally noticing that his younger sibling was making liberal usage of his diaper. "Now I gotta go tell mom you need a change.." The boy withdrew back within the house, and without his prying eyes to keep me in check, I couldn't resist but pull myself forward, pushing my nose right into the back of the Pampers. I took a big whiff and felt the fog in my brain grow denser, "Poo-poo..." Bradley openly laughed, giving his fellow toddler a nudge. "See? Told'ya he likes to do it! Pretty funny, right?" Billy joined in on the laughter, and the pair mocked my poobrained proclivities, while I was helpless to stop myself. The smell of dirty diaper was causing something within, as if my mirror neurons were firing at full cylinder, because I began to stink up my own diaper with repeated trumpet notes. The last current shred of my intellect was screaming for me to stop, before I made a delivery into my diaper, but the voice of reason was too soft. "Nnghh...Makin' fudgies.." I murmured, lips already wet with drool. "Diapee fudge..." I couldn't even feel my bowels letting go. The signal was silent among the madness of the dirty-diaper thoughts that were consuming my mind right now. I didn't realize that I'd started pooping until I could feel my diaper starting to push outward against my pants. "...She said that she's busy right now, so it's gonna be a while-- Parker! What are you doing? Are you really tryin' to smell Billy's gross diaper?!" Craig had come out to the sight of my nose still buried in the back of Billy's Pampers, but he hadn't yet seemed to notice that Billy wasn't the only one that was going to be needing a change.