Jeff decided to mess with Mason a bit more this time. He was already oblivious, so it's not like he would be giving him any more complaints, right?
Jeff snickered deviously, thinking about what to do with Mason next as he glanced back at the other boy who was still calming down, clad only in a dirty diaper, apparently unaware he ever wore anything else. Mason's phone had gone from his now non-existent pocket to being on Jeff's bed, before Mason took it up and started texting on it. He looked back at him, a bit annoyed, "What?" He asked. "You aren't planning on making another change to me, are you?"
Jeff snickered, "The only thing that needs changing around here is that diaper -- Phew!". He teasingly fanned the air as Mason scoffed and rolled his eyes before looking back at his phone, "Yeah, yeah. Not like it's ever bothered you before. I'll change in a bit." Jeff was amazed. Mason was so used to his diapers he didn't even mind his current one was so full now. From his perspective, he must be totally used to them.
The other teen scratched his chin, coming up with an idea, "Well, if that's the way you feel...", he snickered as he began editing Mason's file again.
"Mason Thompson is a 15-year-old champion manure producer for his uncle's farm." Jeff smirked. Well, if Mason no longer minded being in diapers, maybe his life should revolve around them, he thought as he hit 'enter'.
Immediately the smell in the room intensified, becoming 10x worse as Jeff coughed and held his nose, "Ugh, jeez..." He said as he turned around, before seeing what the program had done to his friend.
Mason's athletic build had grown thick and flabby, his cheeks were chubbier and he had developed a sizeable gut, even moobs, apparently as a professional 'manure producer', his diet must've changed to accommodate more food so he could make more 'product'. That wasn't the truly shocking part though. Hanging between Mason's legs was a veritable garbage bag of a diaper. It was huge and heavily drooping, obviously full of Mason's waste, and the obvious source of the foul stench. It sagged behind him to a ridiculous degree, like there was a bean bag around Mason's butt. Like Mason had been shitting in it non-stop for a week. Flies hung around his rear as he continued absentmindedly playing on his phone.
Jeff coughed as he laughed, "Jeez dude!". Mason looked at him again, once more puzzled by this outburst. "Something wrong, Jeff?" Jeff chuckled as he fanned the air more aggressively. "When was the last time you had a change?" Mason just snorted, "Last night. I think my dad dropped it off at my uncle's this morning."
Jeff gawked. There was no way Mason could've shit THAT much before lunch, but as he looked on the enormously swollen diaper, he saw the day's date written on it in black marker. Apparently Mason really WAS that good at producing manure. Disgusting... but kinda cool. Jeff winced, his nose still assaulted by the vile smell of the other boy's crap.
Suddenly Mason grunted and leaned forward. Jeff could only watch as Mason strained, a loud fart ripping out as he pushed. The seat of his diaper began to expand more with a wet squishing sound, another huge log being forced out, evidently Mason was having another bowel movement in the span of only a few minutes. When it was done, Mason sighed and grinned, "And THAT will make load 35 today.", he snickered, before resuming playing on his phone. Shitting himself was all too natural for him, apparently he did this several times a day. Jeff was totally astonished, but Mason seemed pretty content.
"So, uh... damn, you can just... 'go', like that?" Jeff laughed awkwardly. Mason kept browsing his phone, "Uhh, yeah? I'm a professional. Besides my uncle pays me $50 by the pound, I can make $500 dollars a day sometimes, sometimes even more, my shit's just THAT high quality, so it's a pretty good gig if you ask me." Jeff gawked again, shocked by this. He looked at Mason's phone, seeing that it was the latest model. He wasn't kidding, even though he was in diapers full time, and constantly using them, he was clearly rich.
Mason snorted, "You been acting weird dude, you okay?" Jeff nodded, "Yeah just... kinda surprised, that's all." Mason shrugged, "I mean, we've been hanging out forever, you should know this by now." He looked over at Jeff's computer, "Figured out what to change yet?" Mason didn't even suspect his bizarre circumstances where the Chronivac's doing. "N-Not yet." Jeff stammered, turning back to the screen. Mason shrugged, "Well, sorry for yelling at ya earlier. I guess I must've overreacted." He apologized, "Just don't turn me into a baby again, please?" Jeff nodded, "S-Sure." He stifled more giggles, before another fart rumbled out of Mason's ass, muffled by the mass of shit in his pants. "Oof, really productive day." He rubbed his new doughy, blubbery gut, "Gonna need to take another dump again soon it feels like.", he brazenly admitted. Despite this, he actually seemed to be smirking, as if he was looking forward to it, or perhaps just to the extra cash his uncle would pay him for his apparently valuable fertilizer.
Jeff was both disgusted and amused by this. At least Mason seemed pretty happy and well-off like this. He looked back at his computer screen. What else should he change?