Published: October 9th 2021, 3:48:37 am
Continuation of the neighborhood terror series. (part 3 of 5)
Note: Number two in the poll this month is Babied Brat, so here is another installment in the series I call 'The Neighborhood Terror'. They have been posted out of order, and this one is the third in the sequence of five which have been written so far, but it's almost ready to be put all together, so expect this one to show up in the near future as a PDF offering. Enjoy!
"Ah ah ah - don't forget our agreement," said Daddy as I reached for the tabs on my diapers.
"But Daddy, I don't want to wear my diapers to school..." I whined. I had thought this punishment would last maybe a week, but Daddy didn't seem to think I had learned my lesson, and neither did my friends.
"Always trying to get out of facing any consequences," said Daddy, shaking his head. "Have you learned anything?"
"Yeah," I said. "Being a baby sucks."
"You wouldn't be a baby right now if you hadn't acted like such a creep," said Melissa. I shot her a look and opened my mouth to say something nasty but Daddy spoke up first.
"Careful, baby boy. Think very carefully about what you say or I might not let you leave with her."
It was the first week of classes at the community college, and Daddy had deemed me well-behaved enough to go - provided I had a Chaperone. That's where Melissa came in. She was going to drive me to and from classes since we had similar schedules, and she would take me home immediately after classes were doen.
"Let's go, diaper butt," she said, smacking my stupid Posh Kosh overalls. That was another thing - none of my old jeans fit over my new diapers, so Daddy got to pick out a whole new wardrobe for me. Oh joy. Of course he went for only clothes that made me look like an overgrown two-year-old. Puppet Avenue velcro shoes? Who even knew they made those in adult sizes? Daddy sure did. I grumbled as I followed her out to the car.
"Oh no," she said, as I opened the front door. "Children sit in the back." I stood there with my mouth open and my arm hanging in the air.
"Seriously, Melissa? Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously," she said, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows. "You do want to go to college, don't you? Or do you want to stay with Daddy full time?"
"No," I said, "I want to go." I slammed the front door shut and went in the back.
Melissa pursed her lips as she climbed in, looking back at me in annoyance.
"Do that again, brat, and I'll leave you with Daddy. You seriously need to learn to respect other peoples' things."
I crossed my arms and looked out the window. "Sorry," I said, but I didn't really mean it. I mean it wasn't easy being me - having to deal with this new life and all. And my so-called friends weren't making it any easier either. Everyone was against me, not to mention Daddy had blackmail material. I was well and truly boned.
"You know," she said, as she started up the car. "I was feeling sorry for you, but your attitude is as bad as ever." I just grunted and kept staring as we backed out of Daddy's driveway and started on our trek out of the suburbs. She sighed. "Listen, if you really want out of this, just be good and do what everyone says, okay? It's not going to last that long if you just do as you're told, and show some freakin' remorse. I turned to look the back of her head, all frizzy curly locks that I used to love to pull whenever I got the chance.
"And just how long is he planning on keeping me this way, Melissa? How long is he going to hold that stupid prank over my head?" Her knuckles tensed on the steering wheel.
"I'm not supposed to say," she said.
"What is this, the C.I.A.? What's the big secret?" Still she said nothing. "Melissa." I said, leveling my voice. "How long is he planning on keeping me?"
"At least a month," she said, finally. "If you're good."
"A m-month?!" I said, practically choking. "I whole month?! How the hell am I supposed to live this way for a month?"
"It's easier than prison," she said.
"I don't see much of a difference," I replied.
"Good. There's a reason why drugging someone so you can have your way with them is a felony."
I looked away, my cheeks burning. "Ok. It had been a stupid plan. Even I can admit that. But I know he would have enjoyed it. I mean have you seen the way he looks at guys? He's a total homo. I can say that word because I'm one too."
"Ugh. Will you listen to yourself? You're talking like a grade-A creep. I can't believe you're defending what you did. If you ask me, you really should live your life as a baby. The world is safer with people like you behind crib bars."
I clenched my fists but said nothing. This conversation was going nowhere. If she didn't care, then fine. I would find my own way out of this. There was no way I was gonna live as a baby for a month.
The moment I was dropped off, I made to walk off campus, but Melissa interfered.
"Your class is this way," she said, nodding in the opposite direction.
"Oh... Yeah, I know. I was just... gonna go use the bathroom is all. Before class starts."
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Alright stinker, take my hand. I guess I'll have to walk you to class."
"But the bathroom..." I said, as she tugged me along.
"You don't need the bathroom," she said. "You're not even potty trained yet. You use your diapers, got that?"
"Shh! Are you insane?" I said, looking around as she said the D word out loud.
"D I A P E R," she said. "It's no secret, and I'll make sure I say it louder next time if you keep fooling around. Now come on."
I groaned and let her lead me to class. I would have to play along - for now.
"Don't skip class," she said, when we arrived to my classroom. "They drop you if you don't show up the first week. And if you get dropped, well that's one less reason for you to be anything but a full-time baby." I crossed my arms and looked away, but she grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes. "Don't blow this."
-Written by ChampTehOtter