Story #44: Hoist With His Own Retard

Story #44: Hoist With His Own Retard (Content Tags: Science fiction, messy diapers, pantspooping, brain drain, IQ merged with dirty diaper, karmic justice, genius to mushbrain, diaper sniffing, diaper obsession) (This is the first of two stories this month with a very similar premise, but with different characters and execution) Was it the greed or the arrogance? Carlos was already a boy genius, but he could never be satisfied with what he already had. Each IQ point that he could stack in his name was another blissful burst in his brain. The sense of superiority grew with the thought that his intellect was an ever-expanding force in an unworthy world. So he of course spent much of his time with his nose in whatever book he could find, and he applied his research in inventing whatever caught his fancy. Simple addition of knowledge was not enough for him though, no matter how expansive his knowledge became; he wanted a literal increase in his mind's capacity for learning, and there seemed only one solution to take. He'd have to 'steal' it. Through his own impressive work, he'd constructed a machine that allowed one user to take the IQ of another. This worked through a 'merging' process, where the recipient encoded all the neural data from the target, essentially cutting and pasting large swathes; the IQ gains for the recipient were actually pretty minimal each time, but the losses for the target were a great deal larger. In a simple way, if the target were to lose a hundred IQ points during the process, the recipient of those points would only get about ten. It was hardly efficient, and it was possible that he could have found a method that would 'copy and paste' instead of 'cut and paste', but he didn't feel any ethical baggage over what he was going to do. He was smarter than everyone already, so what did it matter if he stole some meager intelligence? In his eyes, they were already intellectually inferior to him, so it wasn't as if their worth would change that much. That reasoning was what caused him to get so greedy in his first session with the machine. He'd lured a neighbor, one of his classmates actually, with the promise of relinquishing his game console if the boy helped 'test' his invention. The boy, Ray, wasn't particularly nice to Carlos typically, but he'd had no qualms with the idea that he'd get a free Xbox out of helping this geek for a few minutes. Carlos had told himself that he wouldn't go too far with this first run. It'd be too suspicious to take too much...But once he'd gotten Ray situated, and he stood at the console of the device, he was overcome by his avarice. He set it for sixty percent, willing to take more than half of Ray's mind for himself. He then proceeded to his own side and strapped into his helmet. As expected, his invention did exactly what he'd planned for. Once the process began, the neurological shock of the 'merge' was enough to keep both users from moving; Ray couldn't remove the helmet, even as he could feel his brain being ransacked by the thief to his right. It took and it took, and by the time the gadget had ceased all activity, Ray was left in a drooling daze, with soaked jeans and unfocused eyes. Carlos on the other hand was left marginally more intelligent than he had been before; he'd drained a little more than sixty-five of Ray's IQ points, but he'd only kept around six. The mad scientist unstrapped his empty-headed neighbor, just in time to hear the boy sloppily lay a big BM in his briefs; Carlos clicked his tongue in disapproval at the sight, "Well, not *that* different than before...Still a moron, just a less dignified one." He'd helped Ray out of his lab and back to the boy's house, but he'd left the dumbed down brat to be discovered without any good explanation. It was unimportant to him that anyone would understand why Ray had suddenly become a pantsfilling short-busser, if anything it was better to be left up to their imaginations. He couldn't get away with *that* again though. It was too brazen and created too much of a stir. So he began to pay 'testers' a more modest fee that he could actually afford in the longer term, and he only took small portions. Other kids or teens on his street were glad to get ten bucks, or candy, or a toy, just to humor the mechanist at the end of the culdesac. He also found a way, over time, to adjust his invention to become more efficient in its theft. No longer was he only getting ten percent of the haul, but he was now receiving almost all of what he stole. So he could take around five IQ points from each 'tester', without them even realizing it, and get nearly the same amount he'd gotten on his first trial with Ray! Soon he'd run out of people to steal from. The machine was too large to take outside the lab, so his 'intelligence livestock' could only be local, and after a couple of times, each person grew a distaste for the process. Even if they didn't know what they had lost, it seemed there were still cognitive side-effects that damaged the reputation of his device. Carlos was so smart now, and he knew it, but it just still wasn't enough. He'd registered his IQ, and he was at '255', and he told himself that if he could push that to '300', then he could truly be satisfied. That was going to be difficult if nobody wanted to be his lab rat anymore... Then he saw Ray. Just sitting out in his front yard, picking his nose happily, while taped into a very thick, puffy white diaper and only 'covering' it with a slightly undersized t-shirt. That familiar greed gnawed at Carlos from within and he just couldn't help himself. Promises of an ice cream cone had been enough to convince the mushbrain to go a second round in the machine, and Carlos was prepared to finish what he'd started months ago. What was problematic, besides the moral failings of science, was all the design changes the machine had seen since its inception. The device could now insure that Carlos received all that he decided to merge with, but he'd also removed any automatic fail safes, having found them a nuisance to deal with. Additionally, with how much use it had seen, the recipient side had been changed so that Carlos was bound when in position, to protect him from any sudden jerks from receiving his loot. The 'victim' side was the opposite, with them having a greater range of movement and no bindings, so he could easily get through a line of testers without much trouble. These alterations were all about to be shown to be mistakes, and the biggest mistake of all was trying to double-dip off his first victim in this whole scam. Carlos had set the machine to maximum power, wanting to take absolutely everything that Ray had left, and then he'd gotten situated into his own helmet. As usual, he was comfortably hugged in place by the protective binds, and he could see the machine beginning to warm up. Then he looked over and saw Ray, and he began to panic. Ray was no longer wearing his helmet. To be more accurate, he was no longer wearing it on his *head*. The drooling moron had taken it and instead wedged his thickly padded rump into it. The machine was still warming up, but Carlos couldn't free himself until the process was over, especially with all the failsafes turned off! "You dunce! Take that off your butt and put it back on your head, right this minute!" He shouted, struggling against his binds. Ray tilted his head, giving the machinist a coy look; it was hard to discern if this was an intentional attempt to sabotage or if he was too stupid to do something like that. If the result would be the same, it didn't matter if the catalyst was malice or not, especially once he began to hear Ray ripping hard farts into the garment. "Hrrrrgnn! GOTTA MAKE DOOKIES!" A sickening crackling sound began to fill the air and Carlos could see that Ray was beginning to push turd after turd into his diaper without any pause. Worse, just as he was beginning to make stool in his Pampers, the machine was finally ready and roaring to life. "Mmmphh! BAKIN' DIAPER BROWNIES!" That was no lie. Completely shamelessly, his victim was 'baking' a big ass tray of aforementioned 'diaper brownies', and the helmet was taking all that 'data' to merge with Carlos' genius mind. Every gassy eruption and squishy plop was getting fused directly to his brain, overwriting all the IQ points that he'd acquired over the last few months. Carlos could feel his mind clouding over in a very strange way. Every neuron was being altered to become dominated by the steaming hot poopy diaper. In a very real way, the process wasn't just making Carlos severely mentally retarded, but also making his brain have a permanent and very strong fixation on poop and specifically on poopy diapers. Carlos was becoming 'poobrained', a more degrading fate than he'd inflicted even on Ray. Drool began to leak from his mouth and his eyes lost focus; his sluggish thoughts were becoming dominated by the loaded pair of jumbo-sized Huggies. The machine ended its process and released the binds in place from Carlos, while Ray finally took the helmet off his lumpy seat. Carlos staggered around on his feet, finding his footing, but looking completely bereft of any higher intelligence. The former genius was still aware of how he 'should' be, but that concept was overwhelmed by every thought being focused on stinky, dirty diapers. "Poo-poo...." He muttered, his shirt getting wet with slobber. Carlos looked around and began to sniff loudly, like a pig hunting for truffles. "Nnnghhh.. P-poo-poo! Smell poopoo!" The boy giddily grunted, turning his attention to the fuming backside of his victim made victimizer. He stumbled forward and approached Ray, before falling onto his hands and knees and crawling forward with a greedy look in his eyes. He grabbed a hold of the sides of the diaper and planted his nose directly into the smoldering, bulging pile that his little lab monkey had made. He began to excitedly sniff and huff at the fumes of what had warped his mind, even as a small part of him still recognized how beneath him this was. "Nnngh...sniff poopies..." He murmured, and Ray didn't seem to mind much, even going as far as to start tooting again; blasting his saggy padding with a sloppy symphony, only adding to the immense mound he'd already created, the same mound that now dominated and had overwritten all of Carlos' IQ points. It wasn't enough for the poobrained scientist though, nothing ever was. So as he happily took in all the fumes, he began to push down on his own bowels, resulting in a mighty steamer beginning to crash into his briefs. There was no going back from this now. Carlos might have been able to fix it if his own mind wasn't muddled with filth now, but as it was, the machine was far, far beyond him or anyone else. So he'd have to become accustomed to his new form and his new obsession. He'd be filling diapers up just like Ray, but he'd also be hopelessly addicted to them in every way, presenting himself as even less evolved than Ray's current intellect. Diaper pails would become his best friend, and special ed would be a banquet of sights, sounds and smells. Was it the greed or the arrogance that caused this? It really didn't matter which was to blame, it wouldn't help things at all anymore. Carlos was no longer a genius, just a poobrained retard, as was deserved.