Daily Free-Write October 9, 2021: The Neighborhood Terror Part 3.1 (Patreon)

Continuation of October 8, 2021: The Neighborhood Terror Act 3 

Note: It looks like this part needs a little more expansion so I'm posting up more. Sometimes these stories take on a life of their own! How is this going to be related to this ? Well... let's just say that Daddy sure wouldn't want Bobby to miss out on the joy of the season when all the other kids get to go out and have fun. Hope all those neighborhood kids he bullied aren't looking for revenge, hehe 😉

"Don't skip class," Ashley said, when we arrived at 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."

"Fine," I said. "Is that all?"

She searched my face, and then rocked back on her heels, sighing. Deflating.

"Yeah," she said, quietly. "That's all."

I felt something change about her, but I didn't really know what it was and I was too wrapped up in my own worries to care. I just walked into class, waited until the teacher took roll. Then waited until I felt safe to duck out. I really was going to go to the bathroom, to take the stupid diaper off if nothing else. The only problem was the diaper. The moment I stood, the crinkle of my diaper rang out and some people turned to look. I froze. Shit. There was no way to sneak out with the sound of the diaper announcing every movement. Only the clamor of students going to class had masked it before, but now any movement would give me away completely as a diaper wearer. I slowly, quietly lowered myself back down.

"Yes? Was there something you needed?" asked the professor, looking at me above her half-moon spectacles.

"Uh.. j-just stretching?" I said, sitting the rest of the way and cringing at the crinkle my butt made when it hit the seat. I heard some snickers from the other students and shrank down in my seat, crinkling more.

"Save the calisthenics for after class, Bobby," she said. That got my attention. She already knew my name? How was that? There was no way she'd memorized all our names already. I looked down at my bib overalls and remembered that my name was embroidered on the front along with a couple cartoon patches. It looked so hokey - like my mom had made it or something. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and slunk out of class when the lecture was over. As soon as I stepped outside, there was Melissa waiting. I sighed, and sat with her for a few minutes between classes.

"Do you want a snack?" she asked.

"No thanks," I said, still somewhat humbled by my experience in class.

"Okay," she said. We just kind of sat quietly, awkwardly for a bit until it was time for her to walk me to the next class. The next class was an auditorium style class and I made sure to sit near the door again. This time I felt much more comfortable trying to sneak away, knowing that people were less likely to hear me. I also was careful and kept my name covered the entire time, and yet the moment I tried to stand up, the professor spotted me and spoke up.

"Is there something you needed, Bobby?" I froze.

"Uh - N-no!" I said, totally taken aback by the teacher's recognition of my name. He hadn't even called roll - we just signed in when we got there, so how the hell did he know? I quickly recovered enough to come to my senses. This was my chance. "I-I mean yes. Uh... J-just had to go... to the restroom?" I squeaked. "If that's okay?"

"Right, I'll just send for your assistant," he said, walking over to the phone by the large white board and picking it up. I was totally shocked. What was he talking about? I sat down quickly. "Uh.. c-can I go?" I asked, totally unsure of what was happening. Everyone was staring at me and I didn't like it.

"No, just wait until she gets here." That didn't answer my question. It only made things worse. Now I was really racking my brain for the answer to what was going on. But the answer came when she walked in the door. Melissa.

My eyes widened when she showed up and led me by the elbow out of the room, giving a polite nod to the professor who continued on with his lecture as if he didn't even see us, save for a polite nod in return. When we got out of the room I felt like a deer caught in headlights.

"There's a special needs restroom this way," she said, tugging me along to the other end of the building.

"What? Why did the professor call you?"

"You had to go to the restroom right?"

I was stunned, but decided to play along. "Y-yeah. What does that have to do with you?" She looked at me like I was stupid.

"How are you going to change yourself if you don't even have a diaper change?" she said. It was then that I noticed she had a diaper bag on her - she didn't have that before. It must have been in her backpack this whole time. I was getting a bad feeling about this. "Well, what am I dealing with here? Are you wet or messy?" she asked without a care to who heard as we walked down the hall.

"N-neither. I just had to go," I lied. "That's why I wanted to go to the restroom?"

She stopped and crossed her arms, tilting her head down and looking at me like an angry teacher. "Are you telling me that you called me all the way out here and you didn't even need a diaper change? Oh, I see," she said, breaking into a grin and almost laughing. "You, haha, you thought... you thought you would actually be allowed to use the bathroom at school?"

I looked at her totally dumbfounded. Of course that's what I thought... I thought to myself, beginning to seethe at the indignity of being laughed at.

"Okay, okay," she said. "Then let's see you try." She continued to lead me by the elbow toward the special needs restroom. What did she mean by that?

I was confused until she opened the door and told me to get undressed. I hesitated.

"Uh, a little privacy?" I asked.

"Oh, you want privacy? She asked, as if I had said something completely ridiculous. I just raised my eyebrows and nodded at her like she was stupid. She snorted and stifled a giggle. "Okay, okay. Fine. Go for it. I'll be out front when you need me."

"Ha. Not likely," I said, as I watched her butt shuffle out the door. I quickly locked it behind her and stood there. I didn't really even think I had to go until I was actually in the restroom. The first one I had seen in a week outside of bathtime.

"Well, I guess I might as well. Sure as hell won't get to do it at home," I said. Ugh. I was already thinking of Daddy's house as home. I was more far gone than I thought. I grabbed the clip and button of my right suspender and pushed them together. Nothing happened.

"What the? It's stuck.'' After a few seconds of frustration I gave up and tried the other one. "This one is stuck too!" I growled. "Wait, this is stupid. I don't even need to unbutton the suspenders." slid them off my shoulders, feeling silly for not doing that in the first place, then I pulled down on my overalls, but they didn't budge.

Duh. They were buttoned up. There was no way I could just slide them off over my thick diapers.

No worry, I thought. I'll just unbutton the sides and-. I halted. No. The top buttons wouldn't fit through the holes on either side of the garment. What the hell was going on. After another minute or two of trying everything off, I gave up in frustration. My face was hot, and I was nearly in tears as I opened the door and saw Melissa looking at me with a smug grin on her face.

"I'm stuck..." I said, simply.