Story #51: From Cool to Drool

Story #51: From Cool to Drool ((Content Tags: Accidental brain damage, perception of intelligence loss is worse than actual intelligence loss, messy diapers, farting, drooling, role reversal, announcing diaper usage, devolution of social status, bullying)) Jay had been a 'skater boy'. Skinny jeans, punk shirts, Vans shoes, shaggy yet stylish haircut, always carrying around his skateboard. It was an image that he'd carefully cultivated, one that imparted him with being considered one of the 'cool kids'. He'd had an attitude to match too; arrogant, confident, slick, rebellious, rude, mean, and always wanting to be the center of attention... Up until the showboating accident. Helmets and pads were for *dorks*, right? In trying to impress some teenagers at the skate park, that'd been his philosophy. He performed his tricks without the need for pesky protection! Until he totally flubbed a trick and slammed his noggin into the concrete. The last thing he'd remembered from that has been making a warm puddle in his pants, and some *cargo* in the trunk. All that bravado was coming crashing down on him. The next time he woke up, he was in the hospital, with gauze wrapped around his head, and something peculiar wrapped around his waist. His thoughts felt fuzzy and sluggish, and not just from the medication he was on; the fearless skater had given himself quite the scrambling up top. He would spend the next few weeks in the hospital, recovering in small ways. His younger brother had come to visit him one afternoon, which had been enough to fully change the nature of *that* relationship dynamic. Jay was only a couple of years older than Logan, and while Logan had 'looked' up to him as a role model, their relationship had been very competitive. Jay had felt a rare signal that he needed to poop, and he definitely didn't want to do that in front of Logan. So the boy had carefully tried to get off his hospital bed to go use the toilet. He hadn't thought about the fact that his hospital gown was only covering his front, so as he got off the bed, his brother saw the puffy medical diaper that Jay was wearing. Worse, as Jay tried so hard to get on his feet, his bowels betrayed him. He began to grunt and drool on himself as farts peppered his diaper like a sputtering motor. An avalanche of squishy plopping masses began to unload into his seat, while all Jay could do was strain and groan. "Nnnnnnghhhh! M-make...make...P-p-O-o..! P-poo-brownies!" The drooly boy announced. It was a quirk of his brain damage, like some toddler instinct to announce every bowel movement had been been thrust back up to the surface, alongside the verbal regression in what to call his load. The accompanying sounds, like trying to play a tuba full of pudding, only accentuated the perception that his brain was totally scrambled. That'd been the day his little brother had first stopped respecting him at all. Seeing and hearing such indignity, it was an affront to everything he'd known and admired about Jay. With the complexity of their competitive relationship, and the emotional immaturity that Logan still was cursed with, there wasn't a lot of sympathy going Jay's way. Magnifying this new vacuum of respect was the fact that the two boys shared a cramped room. Once Jay was back at home, an additional font of resentment would begin to grow in Logan's heart. He had to share a room with someone who crapped their pants constantly? And there was a big smelly *diaper pail* in there now too. Logan stayed civil enough in front of their parents, but he was a lot more critical when it was just him and Jay. He pointed out every humiliating aspect of his new state and he wasn't afraid to add crude language to drive his points home. If Jay wasn't so uncoordinated at the time, he would have slugged Logan the first time he called Jay a 'diaper-dumping retard' after Jay sloppily filled his pants in their room. Jay was beside himself with grief over the loss of his former self. He wasn't really all that different on the inside, but the outside was a completely different story. His intelligence hadn't been all that affected, but his capacity for showing that fact had been absolutely broken; his verbal abilities had suffered, his coordination had suffered, his recollection skills had suffered, and his newfound incontinence was *extreme*. How was he supposed to be taken seriously when he struggled with polysyllabic words, drooled on himself, stumbled over his own feet, and perpetually weighed his diaper down with hot heavy droppings? His brother's crude deduction of him was at least accurate to Jay's output. No more skinny jeans for dumb little Jay-Jay either...Not with puffy white padding like his. He still had his 'cool' t-shirts, and the blond still had a shaggy skater haircut, complete with dyed streaks, but he now had baggy sweatpants and shoes with velcro straps. His boxers were now youth diapers, and now any form of physical activity had his hurt little head strapped in a helmet, the same that he'd originally spurned. Summer was quickly coming to an end and Jay had spent most of it recovering and adapting to his new natural state. School was about to start back up, and he'd had to fight to be treated with some dignity. The school had initially thought he might be more comfortable in Special Ed, but that had been *unacceptable* to Jay's remaining dignity. They'd also floated the idea of holding him back a year, or even sending him back a couple, which would have put him in with Logan. That also wasn't going to cut it! Jay insisted, in the stammering and sluggish way that he could, that he could still do the schoolwork of the grade he was supposed to go into. The school had been skeptical, but figured he at least deserved a chance to prove his abilities hadn't degraded by too much. One thing that they had put their foot down on was that he'd need a student aid to accompany him throughout his day to help him with any place he fell short. He hadn't really understood the scope of what that would entail at the time, but they'd at least mentioned that the aid could help him with taking notes, and that had seemed pretty helpful. He was poised to go in early and meet with his aide the morning of the first day back at school. He still didn't know what to expect, but he'd had it in his mind that it would be a student from a higher grade, who would be a consummate professional about it. He was wrong about that. Going into the administrative office, that's where he saw her. He remembered her from last year: Angela Hoffman. She was the definition of a teacher's pet and had a social reputation that represented that; you couldn't be too popular if you were a snitch and a brown-noser, not to mention being a stickler for the rules and always trying to be the best student in the class. The girl would be a nightmare. He'd had a few run-ins with her in the past, since their personalities were at far different ends of the spectrum; all that clashing hadn't meant much to him, but he couldn't help but be worried that Angela was less likely to let bygones be bygones. "Hello Jay, glad to see you back this year. This is Angela, she'll be one of your student aides for the semester; we're still working on getting you a second aide, since we don't want to take all of Angela's time here." Angela smiled brightly, but Jay could see it for what it was. That was a gloating smile. "No rush, Mrs. Phillips! I'm just glad that I can help poor Jay-Jay here..." That syrupy and condescending tone was lost on the administrator, but not on Jay. He frowned as she continued. "I was so sad to hear about your accident, Jay. Though I hope you understand how important helmets are now." His mouth opened and hung in shock at the comment; was she really trying to chide him like he was a naughty child? It was atrocious of her to even use his accident as a 'teachable moment'. Unfortunately, with maw hanging open, a trickle of drool began to stray down his chin. "Oh, let me get that..." She grabbed a tissue from the desk and reached over to dab at the boy's face, as if he were a pitiful infant. It was also another way to show her skill as an aide to the boy, since appearances were everything. He groaned and tried to turn his head away from her hand, "I-I dun' need dis' kinda help.." The boy stammered. "Well, Angela will helping you with anything you might need. Whether that's taking notes, or opening your milk at lunch, or...Well, attending to your new, uh, 'toileting' needs." The administrator tried to explain, sounding like she suffered from secondhand embarrassment when she got to the part about his diaper dependency. Either that, or she was struggling to find a nice way to sugarcoat it. Jay looked aghast and Angela looked confused. She turned to the woman, "...Toileting needs? Like, do I need to unzip his pants for him or something?" Apparently not everything had yet been explained to the aide; she'd agreed to the job with only the slimmest of details, and his diapers hadn't been one of them. The older woman seemed conflicted on how to answer, and she first looked over at Jay, as if she expected him to fill in the blanks himself; in his silence though, she had to take the reigns here. "Not...Exactly. Jay's injury included losing his toilet training. As his aide, you'll need to check his diaper throughout the day and take him to either the nurse's office or the special education hall to get changed if he requires it." Angela was quite the actress to keep a straight face throughout that whole explanation, though the broadening smile was a hint to how funny she thought it was. During the part about the diaper, her eyes lowered to see Jay's midsection and she seemed to finally understand why he'd switched out his skinny jeans for sweatpants. "O-oh, of course, that won't be a problem. I have a baby brother still in diapers, so I know how to check them..." Jay was wondering if he could trade her out for someone else, but the administrator had already said they hadn't found a second person yet. The school had also said that if he wanted to attend his normal classes, he needed an aide, which meant he'd be stuck with her for the time being. The added stress went straight to his lower gut, which had already been making work of his large breakfast. He didn't even realize what was happening until his body had forced him to shift forward in his stance. "I think that should be most of it...Let me just go get you a laminated hall pass, so that you can leave class when needed." The woman said, getting up and brushing past the two kids to go get it out of one of the connected offices. With her gone, Angela grinned and gave Jay a pat on the head. "Guess this is what happens to rule breakers, huh? Just like a punishment. Think you're 'too cool' for basic safety like helmets, and now you're a 'special' boy that does his business in a big pair of Huggies. Probably need a helmet just to walk down the stairs! Wouldn't want that mushy melon of yours to get anymore messed up..." Her condescending words weren't lost on him, regardless of how stupid she thought he actually was. Being underestimated was something he was quickly growing sick of, so he glared and decided to defend himself. "S-stop it, Angie-luh! M'not some kinda r-retard now! I jus' hab' some liddle problems. M'still jus' as smart as--" He was interrupted by a cataclysmic fart that was powerful enough to nearly knock him off balance, "--P-POO-PoO DiApErS!" There was that quirk again, like tourettes, except only when he was in the middle of pooping himself. It was easily one of the worst aspects of his brain damage, since it was hard to defend how dumb he sounded during it. The girl laughed, "That sounds right. Maybe they couldn't save your brain, so the doctor just put a dirty diaper up there instead in its place. Probably figured you wouldn't notice a big difference." She mocked, as the boy's face began to turn red with involuntary strain. "Hrrgghhh...Nnghhh..! B-bakin' HOT POO-BROWNIES! B-BIG ONES!" Infantile or not, it was an accurate description of what Jay was getting up to. Hot, dense lumps were getting squeezed past his buttcheeks without any semblance of control and beginning to pile up unceremoniously in the bottom of his crinkly youth diaper. Drool seeped through his pursed lips and slickened his clenched jaw, while a bubble of snot adorned his nostril. He couldn't have looked like a bigger moron if he tried. Angela again seemed pretty surprised at just how much the coolest kid in class had devolved over the Summer, but she remained proactive in her 'duties'. "Let it all out, dumb-dumb...Then we'll go and get you a nice tidy diapee, won't that be nice?" "Mmmphh! Urgghhh! N-no! K-keep d-diaper fudge! Boom-boom mine!" He could hear himself, but he couldn't believe himself. It was like he was channeling a particularly scatological two year old every time that he had to take a dump in his pants. Angela shook her head and started to tug down Jay's pants while he was still grunting and pushing; his diaper, now clearly bulging and somewhat sagging, was an alien sight to her. She'd never seen diapers this big, and on a boy this old! She gave his lumpy backside a gentle pat. "Yes, we're getting changies, mister stinkpot. We can't have you sitting in a big pile of poop while class is going. Maybe at recess or something." That last remaining toots played herald to the last droppings of his baker's dozen, and Angela clicked her tongue while watching the puffy white diaper sag a little lower. Immediately after, a dull hissing came from the front, indicating he was emptying his bladder as well. Angela was going to pull his pants back up, but the administrator chose that moment to come back in. "O-oh! Uh, I guess you needed to check his diaper?" Coming closer, she could catch a whiff of the air around him and she wrinkled her nose. "Well, I got your pass, but you two should have enough time before class to not need it yet..." His student aide smiled sweetly and tugged his pants back up, struggling to get it over the back of his bloated seat; less than gently, she had to smoosh his putrid pantload. "Thanks, I should go ahead and take little Jay-Jay here to the nurse's office. I'll be sure to keep an eye on him today." Angela grabbed the boy by the hand and began to walk him out into the hall, his heavy diaper making his gait stiff and bowed, mixing with his already hindered coordination. "We're going to make sure you're a good boy from now on, Jay. That means following *all* the rules, especially mine. Because if I tell them that you're hopeless, then you're not going to stay in the regular classes very long." It was only the first day back, but Jay felt it'd last an eternity. (To be continued?)