A Scan Artist 2: Beyond the Pail

Commissioned by someone who wanted a little sequel: Story: Scan Artist 2: Beyond the Pail: Brennan's fall had been far more meteoric than his rise. Nobody knew the exact circumstances behind what had happened to him, and it wasn't exactly like he could tell anyone the truth of the matter. So a typical intellect, perceived as a prodigy via a lie, was now actually severely addled. It was humiliating for sure, and it seemed to only get worse with each passing day. He'd been demoted to diapers for one, due to his constant pantspooping, but he'd also been demoted from the gifted class, all the way to special ed! There was certainly a cruel irony to it, to now share a classroom and a changing table with the boy that had effectively made him into this. It ended up being a poor environment for him too, since it only exacerbated the corruption that ran rampant through every neuron in his head. Courtesy of the dirty diaper he'd scanned, he was growing more obsessed with them by the day. He couldn't help but feel great joy in using his own and watching his classmates do the same; he even found himself crawling behind them, to get a closer whiff of their sagging seat. It was compulsory, and even through the thick fog in his mind, where obsession reigned, there was still an intact piece of him that resented every moment of it. That uncorrupted core was what was doing all it could to construct a solution. If his brain could be tainted in such a way by his own psychic powers, then the cure would surely be in utilizing those powers to repair! It wasn't as simple as he wanted though. His psychic powers took an extraordinary amount of concentration and focus of will, and he'd hardly been in a state that fostered anything close to that. He had moments of greater lucidity, but they were unpredictable in their arrival. He'd have to further risk damaging his mind, but there was really no other way around it. Ideally, there was a target that he had in mind. For any real hope of bringing him back to a state of normalcy, he would need someone similar to his prior baseline, for whom he could overwrite this current melding with a copy. He might end up picking up some hobbies that he didn't have before, but anything would be better than what his current 'hobbies' had become. There was a boy from his old class: Todd. He would come in a few times a week to assist in the special ed room, as a means to pick up an elective credit. Thus far, he had been particularly smarmy to Brennan, much to the dummy's chagrin. He found it all so amusing that the class 'genius' had been reduced to some drooling pantspooper, and he wasted no time in rubbing it in. Thus, to fix his brain and rid it of the corruption of the dirty diaper, he would need two coinciding elements: Todd's presence and lucidity of thought. He would get his chance on this day, but perhaps it would have been smarter to be patient and hope for a better window of opportunity. Todd had come in and began to get tasks from the teacher, while Brennan had been crawling around the floor with his diaper on full display. He was having flickers of control over his thoughts, but it was spotty. He finally had an elongated moment of clarity, ironically right next to the diaper pail that he'd very much helped fill. Brennan threw caution to the wind. The boy kneeled on his haunches and began to activate his mental ability, while focusing in on Todd. Just a clear shot and he'd be rid of this new state of being and he'd be back on top! His nose wrinkled. The fumes from the pail had reached him and began to throw off his concentration. All he could think about was dirty diapers. His scan's trajectory curved, and instead of reaching Todd, it dive bombed the stinking can. Brennan flinched. One smelly pair of babypants had been enough to reduce him to a mushbrain, then what of a dozen? The boy felt a large smoldering pile beginning to grow underneath his bottom, but he made no effort to ebb that tide. This was what he liked now, and this would be what he liked for the long future he had in this room. Todd seemed to have noticed the drooling boy and looked on with disgust as he heavily soiled himself without an ounce of dignity. "Ugh...Brennan's pooping his diaper again, like, really bad too.."