Story #33: Exceeding Capacity

Story #33: Exceeding Capacity "Hrgghhhh...Mmmph!" Frrrrrrrt....BRrRrRrAaAaApPpPpP! Crackle... PLOP! "I maked a new invention! Nngh...Maked a big one!" His classmates groaned, repulsed by the repugnant outburst; the humor of it had dulled in the weeks since they had begun to be confronted with such shameless daily announcements. The first time that their resident genius had publicly debased himself like that, it had gotten a fair share of sincere amusement, but each new iteration had proved less entertaining than the last, and now the boy's so-called 'inventions' were old hat. The smiling lad, sitting at his desk with his body leaning forward from the recent act of 'creation', was drooling on himself and absolutely beaming with pride. His pants were ill-fitting for the protective gear he had on underneath, the seams strained and the white waistband of the diaper overflowed multiple inches upward. While it may not be obvious by sight alone, the sounds of his production and the byproduct of odor, made it very clear that he indeed had quite the sizable 'invention' nestled in the back of his pants. The teacher let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose, clearly as fed up with the consistent befouling as the rest of her students. She pointed a finger toward one of the kids in the class and simply said: "Please help Theodore get to the nurse for a diaper change. We don't want another blowout." A grumbled 'fine' would be the only response, and the loser of this particular lottery would grumpily get up from his chair and go to grab his moronic classmate by the arm. "C'mon Stinky, let's hurry up and get your icky butt down the hall to get changed." As the boys began to make their way down the long stretch of hall, with Theodore waddling with a bowlegged gait, it gave the more cogent of the two time to consider this circumstance. Just three months ago, Theodore hadn't just been the top of their class, but had been a certifiable genius! But now he was reduced to toddling around, diapered, with a fat load in his britches and a vacant expression on his drool-stained face. He'd been capable of giving lectures on physics, but now the most complex subject he could muster was the controversial topic of his own droppings, for which he was quite versed and fixated. He had gone from making impressive inventions in his workshop, to making much less impressive 'inventions' in his pants... The boy shook his head with a certain baseline level of pity for the sorry sight that was having a difficult time keeping up with his pace. "Bet you wish you hadn't gotten all greedy, huh? Bein' super smart wasn't enough for you.." Three months earlier, Theodore had been working on something new. His ego had come under attack, and he'd begun to grow dissatisfied with his own limitations. The origin of this bitterness had come from a recent scientific competition; Theodore had thought it would be an easy win for him, but he'd been sorely mistaken. As it turned out, he wasn't the only boy genius in the country, and worse, he wasn't even in the top five for most intelligent. He had spent so much time in a bubble of mediocrity, rubbing elbows with kids his age for whom he dwarfed with the titan of his superior intellect, that his perception of the bigger picture had been utterly skewed. Sure, he was still extremely gifted, and he still ranked in the top ten of the competition, but those above him made him feel as stupid as he figured his own classmates must feel around him. It was him who was the dwarf in the shadow of mental greatness, and the shade was far too cold for him to bear. Their theorems and postulates made him look like a paste-eating, pantspooping short-busser in comparison. So he decided to take an active role in remedying this grave injustice. After tirelessly working in his lab, the genius had crafted an intricate device that would be able to increase his brainpower to the lofty levels that he'd become so envious over. Theodore had been careful at first, only using the helmet to boost up his IQ by one point a day, and he'd begun to notice the results. The only downside seemed to be that he had some brief bouts of urinary leakage after using the device; it seemed a side-effect of stimulating his brain with the helmet, but it only occurred within the few minutes of actively using the device. Since he only used it in his workshop, he begrudgingly bought himself some 'protection' from the store to mitigate that downside. His amazing mind was becoming more amazing, and even the simpletons in his class could take notice! The genius was feeling good about how things were going, and he decided that he'd go public with his findings at the upcoming science fair that his school would be hosting. In his pettiness, the spiteful scientist had invited the geniuses, that had outclassed him in the earlier competition, to participate and battle against him once more. He desperately wanted to see their faces as he rose to a level beyond them, and made them feel as inferior as he had. The day had arrived for him to unveil his grand work, and while he'd been forced to admit he was impressed by his competitor's entries, he had kept steady his belief that his own was much more impressive. His classmates, dull in the head as they were, did simple things like baking soda volcanoes and posters about the water cycle, but he'd already come to expect nothing more. Even with a literal diaper hidden under his pants, Theodore felt utterly superior. "And now, the moment that you've all been waiting for! My stupendous, world-changing invention...!" Theodore built up, before taking a wonky piece of headgear out of a box. "...The brain-booster! With this miraculous piece of tech, I can amplify my own intelligence to infinite levels, by stimulating the neurons and expanding mental capacity!" While his classmates seemed confused about his explanation, the other geniuses that he'd invited looked skeptical, and a few of them even appeared bemused, as if they knew something that Theodore did not. "Pfft, that's an impossibility, you amateur. You might be able increase your intelligence by some small margins, but there's no way that you can increase it enough to...Oh, I don't know, match my own wit?" Theodore had narrowed his eyes at the disbeliever, this one in particular had been rather rude to him before. He wouldn't suffer anymore of this flaunted superiority, not when he had a tool like this! "Your wit? That's an easy task for the brain-booster! Your registered IQ is only forty points higher than mine, and I can do more than just match that, I can exceed it! Just stand back and watch!" He replied in a huff, reaching to adjust the dial on the headpiece. Theodore hadn't tested going this far at once. The most he'd done in one day was an increase of three points, but in his indignation, he was prepared to go up by nearly sixty in a single go. His heckler folded their arms and watched smugly from the sidelines. The dial began to crank gradually to the right: five points, ten points, twenty points...Theodore could feel his mind becoming sharper and his mental capacity increasing by leaps and bounds! The effect was uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to give up now that he'd started. Something went wrong once he reached forty points. That clarity of thought began to become clunky and disparate; his head had begun to hurt and he was having difficulties in finding the right way to express why. Down below, he could notice that his bladder was giving out, and that the diaper under his pants was swelling up between his thighs. He looked out into the crowd: classmates, teachers, the judges, and the brainy bunch that he'd invited for the sole purpose of beating... He had to keep going! He couldn't show weakness now! As he turned the dial one more time, his intellect did a full nosedive off of a cliff. The last mindful musing that he had that was of any substance, was that his brainy competitor had indeed known something that he hadn't. That smirk had been weighted by secret knowledge. Theodore's mouth hung open, his jaw slackened and his eyelids drooping in a dazed manner; his hand lowered from the dial, seemingly confused as to what exactly he was supposed to be doing in front of all these people. One of the judges came forward with a clipboard, "...Well, Theodore? Can you tell us more about this invention you just presented? Can you prove that it worked in the way you described?" Theodore had a blank expression and a gurgling gut. Invention? That's right! He was supposed to be showing off how smart he was to these jerks! He'd made...Something, right? What was the invention that he'd made? It couldn't be the dumb helmet he was wearing, that wasn't very impressive at all! He had to show them something great if he wanted that ribbon though! As his damaged brain cells tried desperately to communicate with eachother, the boy suddenly felt the back of his diaper grow heavy with something warm and sticky. What could that be? That must be the invention he was supposed to be presenting! This would shut those other geniuses up! Theodore gave a dumb grin and pulled his own pants down in front of the crowd. His soggy, yellowed diaper was right on display to greet their collective gaze. His classmates, in their immaturity, began to laugh at the sight. Theodore paid them no mind, after all, he was leagues ahead of their puny comprehension! The boy genius began to turn around, so that he could show them the fresh lump he'd made. "Yuh-huh, so...Dis is my invention!" He cupped the warm bulge in his hand and offered a drooly grin. He began to feel another cramping from down below and he tilted from foot to foot. "Nngghh...N-not done though...Me gonna invent a lot more!" Theodore bent his knees and began to loudly grunt. A symphony of flatulence started to rehearse in the back of his diaper, the boy's face scrunching up and growing bright red in the process of straining. The first act in this new scientific session was the pushing out of a truly behemoth turd into his diaper, one that caused him to grit his teeth and fully dampen his shirt in a broken levee of drool. "Me genie-yus...Me INVENTING!" He announced, right before another sloppy blast of gas billowed out into his oversized Huggies. The back of the white garment crinkled loudly as the puffy material stretched and expanded in order to accommodate the python he was unleashing; the backside of the diaper tented out several inches with the solid log, almost giving the appearance of a stubby tail. "Urgghh...Dat was...Dat was big, big invention! Everyone look at it!" Theodore demanded, wagging his diapered butt at the crowd of onlookers, not just to show off the load but to help pinch it off too. However as soon as it had successfully been fully dropped into his diaper, it was akin to the uncorking of a shaken champagne bottle. Plop by putrid plop and surge by smelly surge did the sudden explosion of mush provide. His evacuation was explosive and swift, each wet fart further flooding his diaper with hot muck. The pristine whiteness of the diaper was quick to fade as it grew swollen with his filth, taking on splotches of brown. The final unfettered befouling was too much for the protective garment to keep its utility, and the former genius was left with brown streaks down his pale thighs. His competitor, who had been the one to goad him, clicked their tongue and shook their head. Theodore was panting in relief, waiting to be awarded for such a hefty contribution to science, but his superior was about to snag the prize and explain the boy's condition. As succinctly as he could muster, the greater genius explained to everyone that while the brain-booster could indeed increase brain power, it still was limited to the maximum mental capacity that each mind innately had. For Theodore, he would have never been able to match wits with his competitor, because his maximum capacity was lower than the other genius's baseline intellect. Theodore had exceeded his capacity, and his brain had essentially rolled over back to the the lowest level in order not to simply fry under the pressure. He was a pantspooping mushbrain now, even if he still self-identified as a great genius. His brain would need an unknown amount of time to recover too, before he could use the helmet to return to normal, so he'd be stuck in this humiliating state for the foreseeable future. That meant that instead of being the resident genius in a class full of normies, he was now the resident retard who was proudly discussing the turds in his diaper like they were the same marvelous machinations he had previously been praised for. It'd been three months, and Theodore didn't seem any closer to any recovery. His classmate simply sighed, unmoved by the fact that the genius had made a mudbutt moron out of himself by trying to show off; as he dropped Theodore off at the nurse's office, he was just glad that the dunce hadn't exceeded capacity down below again.