Published: October 11th 2021, 4:50:36 am
Continuation of October 8, 2021: The Neighborhood Terror 3.1
Note: This is the end of this section. I'm going to skip forward to a trick or treat scene next!
"I'm stuck..." I said, simply.
"I know," she replied. "Your clothes have been modified to prevent little ones from taking them off.
Of course they were. Everything else I wore had been. I just thought that my school clothes would be different than the sleepers and the rompers since there wasn't any back zipper out of my reach or any padlock to lock it at the collar.
"Well, did you go yet?" she asked. I shook my head, slowly coming to understand my situation. "Well, hurry up and do it then," she said. I looked around.
"R-right here?" I asked. She nodded. I stood there a few seconds longer before whispering, "I can't."
"Are you saying you really don't have to go or are you just saying that you can't because you're embarrassed?" I just shook my head again.
"I can't."
"This is your last chance for a change. If you don't do it now, you won't get another one until it's time to go home."
I whined and reached down to hold my crotch. I really did have to go. "H-hold on.. Give me a second..." After a minute of trying and straining and failing, Melissa lost patience and grabbed me by the hand.
"Come on," she said, pulling me into the bathroom.
"What are you- ahhh..." I said as she brought me to a sink and held my hand under running water. I immediately began to blush. "Oh my god. Are you serious? There's no way that's going to-" *pssssssss* The sound of water hitting the front of my diaper filled the room, cutting me off completely. I was doing it. I was actually doing it.
"You were saying?" she said, crossing her arms and smirking. There was nothing I could say to that. She fiddled with the buttons and they came undone - the straps were already off as I hadn't brought them back over my shoulders so I immediately found the overalls around my ankles. I blushed and stood there in shock like I had just been pantsed as she squished the front of my diaper, nodded, and then pulled the overalls back up.
"W-wait. Aren't you going to change me?" I asked, putting down a hand to cover the side buttons of my overalls.
"No," she said casually. "It's not wet enough to need a change. Now move your hands."
"But-"
"Now." I moved my hands and she secured the overalls back on my body. Shit. Shit shit shit.
"Now don't call me again," she said as she pulled me out of the room and down the hall at a brisk pace. "Not unless it's a real emergency. Like a mess your pants emergency."
"W-but how? How did the professor..."
"How did he know to call you? Oh, Daddy talked to him. He talked to all your professors about your special accommodations. They all know your situation - or at least the one Daddy told them. You're not to leave the class without your assistant, and if you try, they're to call security to hold you there til I can come and retrieve you.
Damn. Daddy had thought of everything.
In my next class, I was done. I decided enough was enough and I left, ignoring the professor's calls for me to stop. I made it about halfway to the exit before I was stopped and detained by security.
"This isn't fair! You have no right to do this to me!" I screamed and yelled and threw a fit, but all it did was call more attention to me and made the guards more certain that I needed to be restrained.
"It's okay," said Melissa, when she got there. "I've got this."
"Tell them," I told her. "Tell them to let me go."
"Let him go. I'll take him home."
"I don't wanna!" I yelled. "I don't wanna I don't wanna!"
"Knock it off," said Melissa in a harsh whisper, "Do you want to leave here with me or do you want to leave here in handcuffs?"
That shocked me. I hadn't considered that possibility.
"There, see?" she said to the two guards. "Calm as a lamb. I'll take it from here."
She led me out the door and I looked sheepishly back at the guards, then down at my feet, feeling completely impotent and small.
When we got home, Melissa told on me - about my awful attitude and my attempts to leave class, and Daddy looked down at me in my playpen, crossing his arms.
"So you wanna leave classes that badly, huh? And you don't have any remorse for your actions? Then I guess you really are meant to be a stay at home baby. That's okay. I told your professors you might have to drop out. You can try again next year - if you're ready then."
He looked back at Melissa. "Let's give him a few weeks of full-time supervised home care and see if we can't teach him to be a better little guy." Melissa agreed that this was the best course of action, and so I was put on a regimen of specially designed 'educational' programming. So many stupid cartoons and puppet shows with stupid lessons about 'helping others' and 'being considerate'. They were even worse than the regular kids' programming, and yet somehow, they always seemed to draw me in before long. Funny thing was, I couldn't remember much of them after the point where I would zone out... they must have been really mind numbing, I told myself. Every day I watched these shows, had my diapers changed, got fed in my high chair, and spent plenty of time in the playpen or nursery, and every day my mind and body seemed to slip backwards a little more. Soon, I couldn't remember Daddy's name... he was just... Daddy. And sometimes, it seemed like my diaper got wet without me even noticing, which is easy to do when you're so busy playing. I even found myself enjoying my time with Daddy and my friends, clapping and smiling or giggling despite myself, and only later realizing how stupid I must have looked. I wondered what was happening, and when I would finally get my adult freedoms back.