Tale #11: Tripping and Plummeting

Tale #11: Tripping and Plummeting (A small side-sequel to the 'Field-Tripped' storyline, taking place after part 3, but before part 4) (Content Tags: Brain drain via fungus, messy and wet diapers, psychedelic tripping imagery, innocent victim, humiliation) (Story Recap up until this point: Murphy, a gamer boy, annoys his devious classmate Garrett. On a field trip, Garret trips Murphy down a hill and Murphy ends up being victimized by some odd mushrooms that delete his pottytraining. Garrett takes some of the mushrooms to use further against Murphy. With his lackey Vincent, Garrett ambushes Murphy in the bathroom and forces more of the thought-eating mushrooms onto his head) ------ Murphy could feel his mind being attacked, and the effects were radiating throughout his body. He'd already soiled himself profusely amid the fungal threat that'd been so forcefully foisted upon him, and that was on top of the mess he'd already made in class. He could sense himself flashing back to the incident on the field trip, where he'd had his first encounter with the mighty mycological menace, and where he'd lost the ability to call himself pottytrained. That brief accident had led to an accident in his briefs, and it'd insured his demotion back into full-time diaper-dependency. A small part of him hadn't minded the return to diapers; being an avid gamer, it meant that he could play for longer stretches, which was a godsend when considering his small bladder and the large sodas he kept at his side. The rest of him had been appropriately mortified to have that part of him regress so far; messing himself in class, without any warning or recourse, outweighed whatever benefit he'd seen to his gaming sessions. And now Garrett intended to make things even worse for him, and to what end? Simply to torment him? To break him? Murphy had no earthly idea, and ideas were about to get a lot more difficult to form. The boy pawed weakly at the capricious caps atop his dome, but he couldn't summon the strength nor the coordination to remove them all. The walls of the restroom began to shift and warp; they expanded and contracted like they were breathing, and the textured particles that dimpled them began to dance around. Murphy could hear the two other boys, but their voices were distorted to the point that he couldn't understand what they were saying. He could recognize laughter, but any words were lost to the pitch pendulum that swallowed them. He could hear something else, but it was difficult to make out: an intermittent rumbling. His tormentors had no difficulty in identifying it. Murphy, stumbling around in a daze and beginning to drool on himself, was peppering his loaded diaper with extreme flatulence. It helped to contrast the two worlds they were separated into. Murphy was terrified, trapped inside a trip that threatened to break apart his mind, while the other two boys were having a laugh at what a buffoon the gamer was becoming. Murphy's own world had become this saturated fog, where his surroundings were shapeshifting and his mind was running at speeds he couldn't have imagined, but from the outside, he just looked like a mushbrain that was continuously pooping on himself. The fungi was eating well. With Murphy pacified by their hallucinatory qualities, he was defenseless to stop the shrooms from sapping his intellect. Garrett's taunting about sending Murphy to special ed hadn't just been bluster; it was a sadistic plot that was being fully realized right here in the boy's room. And there would be no way to prove culpability either. What evidence would be left behind, once Garrett took the mushrooms off of Murphy's head and walked his smelly rump down to the nurse's office? It was a perfect crime. A more selfish benefit would be that Murphy wouldn't stink up their classroom with any more poopy diapers; from now on, he'd be in good company, with the other pantsfilling idiots. Knowing the extent of Garrett's sadism, Murphy wouldn't likely be the only mudbutt made by the mushrooms, so at least he wouldn't be going to the stinker room alone.