Story #35: Matching Wits (Illustration)

Story #35: Matching Wits (Content Tags: Brain drain, bullying, derogatory language or slurs, public humiliation, pantspooping and messy diapers) If you can't rise to someone's level, then the next best thing is to forcibly lower them to yours. This would be the philosophy that Erin would use to make his stay on the lowest rung of the intellectual ladder less lonely. Erin wasn't seemingly capable of much, from all outward appearances; he was a drooling imbecile that had a permanent chair in the lowest echelon of the special ed hall, and he spent most of his day picking his nose and defecating heavily into the massive diapers that had become an absolute necessity. His capacity for verbal communication wasn't all that impressive, and his various mushbrained idiosyncrasies only further outlined how feeble his mind truly was. Appearances could be deceiving though, and underneath it all, Erin had an uncharacteristic propensity for sly malice. More importantly than that, the Pamper-packer also had an unusual psychic ability. Nobody knew of it, and even Erin himself had little concept of how exactly it functioned, but it would allow him to bring down destruction on those who would deign to pick on him. Enter Ralph, a bully who had no shame in who his target was. He would pick on whoever caught his fancy, regardless of their age, gender, or disability. It was primarily verbal harassment, but he'd been known to get pushy or even violent, if the situation seemed to call for it. Under typical circumstances, Ralph and Erin would have no reason to ever meet. Ralph was in the standard classes, while Erin was far away in the 'retard room' as Ralph would refer to it. Fate always seemed to have a way of intervening though. Due to a mix-up in the schedule, they would both find themselves in the same recess period. Typically, the 'special' kids would have the playground to themselves during their own time frame, but today they'd be in the same block of time as the fifth graders. Most of Erin's dimwitted classmates at least had the wherewithal to avoid the other students and to keep to their own little areas, but Erin wasn't about to change his recess routine just because of a shakeup like this. His appearance on the playground equipment, with his immense diaper hardly contained by his sweatpants, was really chumming the waters for a shark like Ralph. Erin at first seemed ignorant to the giggles and gawking that the other students were creating as they came out onto the playground and saw his flagrant diaper bulk; while they were bemused and perhaps insensitive, none of them had the cruelty to directly insult him about it, or to make a scene of it. Except for Ralph. Accompanied by a pair of cackling goons, the bully approached Erin shortly after the boy had happily gone down the slide. It wasn't as if Ralph was any bigger than him, and in fact he was a couple of inches smaller, but his abrasive personality made him appear much bigger. "Hehe, I'm surprised that you didn't get stuck halfway down, with that big diapered butt of yours! That is what you're wearing, isn't it? I can see it coming out of your pants!" He jeered, as he jutted a finger out to gesture at the exposed waistband of the bulky garment. Erin just gave a blank look in response, it not yet registering that he was being teased or insulted. "Uh-huh, dis my diapee." He replied after a moment, giving the padding a crinkly and uncoordinated pat. This only caused more laughter to erupt from the trio of troglodytes that had cornered him and they exchanged knowing looks with eachother. "So...What? You too stupid to use the toilet or what? Is that just too complicated? I guess that's why you're in the 'retard room'." Ralph smugly snarled, his tone devoid of empathy or kindness. "That's where you should be right now too; not coming here and stinking up our slide with your gross diaper. I bet you already crapped yourself, right?" The two other boys howled with laughter at the juvenile comment and Ralph folded his arms with a grin, as if that'd been his 'mic dropped' moment. It was by this point that Erin could discern what their intentions were, and what they thought of him, which caused his drool-coated lips to curl downwards into a frown. "Jus' wanna slide..." He meekly mumbled, fidgeting in his seat at the bottom of the slide, which caused his oversized Huggies to rustle loudly. As if to prove Ralph right, the boy suddenly let out a longwinded trumpet in his diaper; his face twisted up and more drool seeped down his chin as the flatulent explosion laid the way for a giant turd to slither its way into the back of his pants. "Ewww! He's really crapping himself! Ugh, so gross!" Ralph loudly announced, pinching his nose for emphasis and taking a step back from the loading in progress. "You really are just a gross, pantspooping retard! Now get off the slide and get out of here, before I pummel the last couple of brain cells you got rattling around that head of yours!" His harsh words fell on deaf ears, since Erin was far more focused on making 'big pushies' in his diaper, as was a normal part of his day. The relief he felt from filling his pants did give way to some clarity however, and it was just enough to realize that Ralph needed to be taught some proper respect. Erin's latent powers, which had rarely ever reared their head, seemed to most respond to defense. While Ralph's cruel taunting was hurtful, his physical threat was more than enough to give Erin the control needed over these mysterious psychic powers. "I said move it! Or I'll just have to give you a 'hand'!" Ralph growled, grabbing Erin's collar and pulling him up from the slide and onto his feet. The bully turned to his subordinates, "Go get everybody. I'm gonna show the moron what happens when people don't listen to me, and I want an audience." Fearful of Ralph's wrath, the pair quickly scurried away to go gather more of their classmates for him. All the while, Erin was still grunting and pushing logs out into his diaper; each one heralded by the sloppy squelching of sputtering gas. Ralph grimaced with disgust, noticing how lumpy the topography of the boy's sweatpants had become, and the foul odor that had begun to taint the air. "Ugh, you're so gross and pathetic. How's it feel to be a stupid, smelly retard that craps his pants? Must be awful, but its about to get a lot worse." The bully kept a grip on the boy's shirt and raised a fist. "Lemme show you." It sounded far more lucid than what Erin had seemed capable of, and far more ominous too. Before Ralph could inquire about what he meant, the other boy reached out a hand and put his palm on Ralph's forehead. The bully felt first an odd pulse in his skull, like the pressure of a headache, followed by the sensation of grogginess washing over him. One by one, his neurons were being disintegrated, like a hallway of lightbulbs popping in steady sequence. Ralph's mental capacity was rapidly being diminished, as easily as if his intellect was a glass of water being poured out onto the ground. His eyes were wide with terror, but they began to lazily shutter, around the same time that his chin became slick with drool from his gaping maw. "W-what...what...you...do...head feel...wrong.." Erin didn't stop, and he didn't seem to really realize what he was doing in the first place; this was like a defense mechanism that he was almost entirely oblivious to. As if working mechanically, the psychic boy only ceased once Ralph's own IQ had plummeted right to the level that Erin himself was at. Following this mental destruction was a social destruction that Ralph could only blame himself for, with his minions returning with a small crowd of his classmates, so that they could see him harass this poor boy. They wouldn't be seeing that though. Instead, what they got to see, was their class bully picking his nose and drooling, all while he heaved out a massive snaking log into his underpants. Much like Erin, it was all he was really capable of now. Also much like Erin, he'd soon find out how it felt to wear such big diapers and to be condescended upon by everybody around him. 'Ralph the bully' would be no more. Instead 'Ralph the retard' would be spending his time in the special ed hall, gleefully making piles in his diapers, with his new peer Erin.