Story #70: Adjusting to Changes

Story #70: Adjusting to Changes (Part 3 to the 'From Cool to Drool' series) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, wet diapers, humiliation, diaper changing, perceived intelligence loss, mocked by younger boy, no dignity given) Jay sat on the cot in the nurse's office, bare legs dangling off the side, and his brown stained, bulky 'Abena Juniors' absolutely flooded with hot, mushy poop. He had no other option but to patiently wait while the old hag struggled to parse through her old emails to find the one that addressed 'Jaydyn Baker'. The blond could feel the filth bubbling and popping underneath him, making him continue to awkwardly fidget and squirm where he sat. The smell had really begun to permeate the space around him too, but he couldn't find it in himself to mind it all that much; after the accident, his sense of smell, at least specifically for *this* kind of aroma, had changed palette. The odor was now strangely pleasant to him, just as the sensation the mess had to the touch. "...I think this is the one, let's see.." Nurse Fitzgerald grumbled, clicking with the mouse and squinting at the screen. Before she could start reading it, the door opened, and a little boy came wandering in. He was small, definitely either in first or second grade, and he was carrying a note with him. "Miss nurse, miss nurse! I gots this note m'supposta give you, 'bout my med-i-cine." The woman flapped her hand at the tot, "Just a minute, young man, I'm trying to read something. Go wait on the cot and I'll look at your note in a few minutes." The child puffed out his cheeks impatiently, but turned to go where he had been directed. His nose wrinkled, "Smells like poo-poo in here.." His eyes finally met with the older boy sitting at the other end of the nurse's office, and the first thing he saw was that the boy wasn't wearing any pants! Jay saw that the brat was trying to get a better look at him, so he quickly tugged down on his shirt, hoping to cover the white (and brown) of the large protective garment he had on. "Are you nakie?" He giggled, coming closer and using the steps to get up on the cot, down a few feet from where Jay was sitting. "Where did your pants go?" The blond groaned quietly at the question. "N-no, not nakie...Go away.." That wasn't a good enough answer to assuage the tyke's curiosity, so he began to crawl closer. "Did you have an accident? And now your pants are all wet and you gotta sit in yer' wet undiepants an' wait for yer' mommy? That happened to a kid in my class last year, but he was way littler than you!" That theory would have actually been far less humiliating than what the truth actually was. Jay was suddenly feeling remorseful over not building a better repertoire with the nurse in the past, since then maybe she'd more actively step in to stop this harassment. Instead, the woman was plainly ignoring the pair, adjusting her glasses while she scrolled slowly down through the email about Jay's newfound diaper dependency. "I bet that's what it is! Isn't it? You pee-peed on yourself!" Snorted the runt, using his little hands to try to dislodge Jay's fingers from tugging down his shirt. "Lemme see your pee-pants! I bet yur' undiepants are all yellow an' everything!" Jaydyn couldn't fight back; both his hands were occupied with keeping his shirt pulled down, so he had nothing to swat the brat away with. "Stoppit! I-I din't p-pee-pee!" Being this up close, the smell was far more intense, and the smaller boy looked like he had connected the dots. He gasped and began to giggle, "...Oh, you POOPIED your undiepants! That's what stinks! Ewww! What a big baby!" Jay's freckles were floating upon a crimson sea, and that very blush confirmed it for his obnoxious assailant. "N-noo! I no make poo-poo!" Jay's verbal skills only suffered worse regression when he felt panicked, since he had no time to consider his verbiage carefully. Trying to nervously sputter about denials, he sounded like a particularly dimwitted toddler. It served to make his 'bully' laugh even harder. "You sound like a big baby too! Aren't ya s'pposta be a big kid? You gotta be in tha' fifth grade! I din't know there were any poo-babies in tha' fifth grade." Jaydyn had reached his breaking point with this little whelp. He let go of his shirt, so that he could strike at the boy, but then he was distracted by the sound of the nurse standing up out of her swivel chair. The younger boy took advantage of the opportunity and finally lifted up Jay's shirt a few inches, expecting to see a loaded pair of underoos. Imagine his surprise when he instead saw something much thicker; his jaw dropped, scanning every visible inch of the swollen, poop-stained diaper, and a few fingers even giving an exploratory prod to the squishy seat. "Oh my gosh, you really are a big baby!" "Stop touching his diaper, Bobby. You're just going to make it harder to get his hiney wiped clean." The nurse finally interjected, heading toward the pair. "Now give me the note from your mother and go get ready for class; I need to get this young man's dirty diaper changed." Bobby withdrew his fingers from the garment, but he couldn't withdraw the huge grin he had on his face. He picked the note back up and handed it to the woman, who skimmed it and muttered it aloud. "...New dosage time, okay. For...Ten minutes from now, just before class." She placed the note on the counter and instead started to reach for the large package of diapers. "You might as well keep your keister on the cot. No point in coming back in ten minutes, it'll be better to just wait." Bobby stifled his giggling, "Yes ma'am! So yur' gonna change his poopy diapee? It's so stinky! I din't even know diapers got that big! Or that full of poo." The smelly blond was idly wishing that the ground would swallow him up and spare him of this ego-shattering nightmare. The only consolation was that the nurse hadn't used his name in front of Bobby yet, though how many big kids at the school had blue highlights in their hair? "They make diapers in all sizes, Bobby, and in Jaydyn's case, they also apparently make them exceptionally 'spacious'." The nurse answered while reading the package of Abena Juniors, not seeming to care that she'd just outed his identity to a blabbermouth first-grader. "What's spay--spay--shush... What's that mean?" With a loud rip, the package of diapers was opened, and she pulled one of the bulky folded garments out. "That means that they can hold a lot of 'pee-pee' and 'poo-poo'." That sent Bobby back into hysterics, and Jay had his hands covering his face. Nurse Fitzgerald grabbed a package of baby wipes and came over to her 'mushbrained' patient. "Go ahead and lay down, Jaydyn. We can't have you going to class smelling like a barnyard." Jay peeked his eyes through his fingers, "B-but...Whatta bout a curtain?" It was bad enough she hadn't sent Bobby out of the room, she wasn't seriously going to change him out in the open like a real baby, was she?! The woman rolled her eyes and started to gently, yet firmly push down on Jay's chest to force him to lay down. "The e-mail said that you can either come here or go to the special ed hall for changing; I promise you that they don't use any privacy curtains down there, so I don't see any reason that someone like *you* would need them here." If the circumstances were different, the crotchety old hag would have been more sympathetic; her aggravating history with Jaydyn, the irritation of being made to wipe the butt of a boy as old as him, and a general disrespect for what she assumed was his new IQ level, all these things came together to show only spite. She hoped that by giving up any pretense of discretion, that he'd begin to choose the special ed hall instead to get his dirty diapers taken care of. "But...but..." "No buts, except yours on the mat. I'm sure little Bobby here doesn't want to see your stinkypants get changed anyways, he'll probably just look away." She got him firmly on his back and begun to lift his shirt, to get it out of the way, therefore revealing the full breadth of the large diaper. Before she could untape it, a muffled yet powerful hissing could he heard, emanating from the filthy babypants themselves. Slowly but surely, a stain formed on the front of the Abena, and the entire crotch swelled out with evidence of his rogue bladder. Bobby watched in awe and the nurse sighed in annoyance. "Well, at least you did that *before* I opened your diaper." Jay groaned again, going back to covering his face with his hands. Was this really what his life had become? Being treated like some idiot who couldn't control their bodily functions? Condescended down to by a first grader who probably couldn't even tie their own shoes? The flowing river eventually ebbed and the nurse once more started to peel the tapes of the garment off. Once they'd all come off, she lifted Jay's legs and slid the fresh, unfolded diaper underneath his squishy tushy. "Time to see what we're dealing with here..." Jay didn't dare look at the shameful mound he'd made, but by the verbal expressions of his audience, the open diaper was **loaded**. "Ewww! That's so gross!" He heard Bobby squeak, just before the nurse got to work at getting his rump cleaned up from the mucky mess. "Why's he a dumb poo-baby makin' dookies in a diaper? How old is he? He's way too old for diapers!" "Well, Jaydyn? Are you going to answer him, or should I?" The nurse asked, going through an increasing amount of baby wipes on the mudbutt. The blond just grumbled, refusing to be a part of this in any way. He just wanted to keep his eyes covered and his mind busy. "I suppose that means you don't want to talk. Well, Bobby, you're right; eleven *is* much too old for diapers. Jaydyn here wasn't wearing them last semester, but over the break, it would appear that he was trying to be 'cool' by not wearing a helmet, and he hurt his head. Now he's mentally retarded and doesn't know how to use a toilet anymore, isn't that right?" The old woman was taking some creative liberties with what that email read, and she was definitely using language from a different era, instead of the more dignified terms that'd actually been written. Jay felt his blood boil, and he finally spoke out: "Dat isn't true! M'not a ree-tard! I know da' toilet!" The nurse started to powder the flustered brat's bottom, while Bobby still seemed confused. "What's 'retarded' mean? And how can someone forget how to use the potty? Can't he just learn again? Or is his head too stupid now?" Nurse Fitzgerald finally began to tape the bulky Abena up, "It means that his brain has gone as mushy as this filthy diaper of his." She crudely explained, balling up the dirty one and putting it to the side. "Which means he just doesn't have the brain power to figure out how a toilet is supposed to work." Bobby began to laugh again, finding the comparison between Jay's addled mind and his poopy diaper to be a hilarious mental image. "Wow! I din't know that could happen! Good thing I'm smart enough to always put on my helmet. I don't wanna end up bein' all poo-brained like Jaydyn!" The nurse patted the front of the clean diaper, "All finished. Now sit up and give me your hands." The former skater just wanted to leave this den of debasement, so he followed her instructions: he sat up with a noisy crinkle and lifted his hands from over his eyes, presenting them to the nurse. In turn, the nurse took and deposited the warm, lumpy diaper into his hands. "Throw that away in the can and get your pants back on. Class is going to be starting soon." Jay carefully got down from the cot, his bare thighs bowed out by the fresh protection. He could feel Bobby's eyes on him, on his thickly padded butt, while he shuffled away to dispose of the dirty diaper. Then, he returned, still red in the face, and grabbed his sweatpants off the cot. He tried to put them back on, but he was having a hard time balancing himself. The nurse let out an exasperated sigh and lifted Jay by his armpits back onto the cot, before turning to Bobby. "I'll get your medicine ready, and while I do that, you can be a big boy and help Jaydyn here get his pants back on. You think you can do that for me?" Bobby emphatically nodded and moved the stepping stairs so that he could help dress the big, dumb baby. "Sorry that yur' all 'tarded now. It must be super icky havin' to do your poo-poos in a diaper. Or maybe yur' too 'tarded to think that it's gross." If the nurse wasn't here, and if Jay felt he had the coordination for it, he would slap that smug grin off the little boy's chubby cheeks. At this point though, it was meaningless to do or say anything, since that'd only prolong his humiliation. "You drool like a big, dumb baby too." Bobby noticed, starting to pull the sweatpants up the older boy's legs. "My brother is in preschool, and even he doesn't drool or poo his pants anymore! Well, it doesn't happen that much, at least." Jay looked away and wiped his mouth with his arm. The pants were now up as far as they could go without Jay putting in some effort and Bobby gave his padded front a pat to get his attention. "Hey! You gotta roll on yur' back an' lift yur' legs! I can't get these up over your diaper if you don't!" With a grunt of effort, Jay began to lay back down and roll himself backwards, presenting the massive seat of his diaper to Bobby; the strain of doing so was enough for him to suddenly rip a loud, wet, sputtering fart into his cushioning. "Haha! Ewww! So gross! I 'tink he jus' went poopie again!" Bobby shouted, pushing a hand roughly against the diaper to check for solids. "I can't tell! The diapee is too big!" The nurse was busy looking through the medicine cabinet to come check herself, "Just look inside the back, Bobby, or give it a sniff. That's how you check a baby if you're not sure from touch alone." "Roll over, dummy, I gotta check yur' diapee." Jay growled lowly and refused, "I-I n-no poop my pants!" Bobby gave his diaper a crinkly swat and started to struggle to push Jay over; with enough determination, he managed to get him on his side, and then gravity took care of the rest. The entirety of the diaper's backside was now staring Bobby right in the face, and he looked a little intimidated; he'd checked his baby brother's Pampers before, when the tot wasn't yet pottytrained, but this diaper was much, *much* bigger. "Geeze! Your butt is **huge** wiff' this thing!" The boy remarked, beginning to lower himself closer toward it; his first instinct was to try smelling, since he didn't want to have to try moving Jay any further. He brought his nose all the way down and made contact with the plastic-backed garment, taking a small sniff and only catching a scent of talcum. Before he could lift it back up, another juicy fart blasted into the back of the diaper and rumbled right against Bobby's nose. The younger boy squeaked and recoiled in disgust, "You did that on purpose!" He gave the giant diaper another swat, this time more angrily, but before he could do anything else, Jay heard another voice enter the fray: "...Here, let me give you a hand with him." It was Angela! She'd quietly come in a minute ago, mostly wondering what was taking so long, and she'd been greeted by the sight of Jay getting manhandled by a first-grader, and then getting his butt sniffed. She'd rolled her eyes over how gross boys were, and now seemed like a good time to intervene, so that she wouldn't be late to class. The girl pulled Jay back up from his tummy and pulled the back of the diaper out; she looked down at Bobby and directed him to take a look. He did and winced at the sight; there wasn't a full load or anything, but that gas had left the diaper equivalent of skidmarks. "There's poopy, I think." Angela looked for herself and then pulled her charge's sweatpants the rest of the way up over the giant diaper. "He'll be fine for a few hours. No point in wasting a perfectly good diaper on something as small as that." She turned him around and got his checkerboard shoes back on his sock-clad feet. "Alright, Jay-Jay. Your poopy pants are all cleaned up, and now we need to get to class. Why don't you thank this 'big boy' for all his help?" The look on Angela's face told him that she wasn't presenting something optional, and after how she'd treated him in the hallway, he wasn't looking to make her any more angry. Jay blushed and looked away, "...'Tanks f-for helping get m-my pants on." "...And?" He sighed, "...An' fur' checking m-my diapee for poo." Angela seemed satisfied and she pulled Jay off the cot and onto his feet. "Good! Now come, Jay-Jay. We don't want to be late to your first day back, do we?"