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Daily Free-Write May 14, 2023: Little Big Bro Pt. 13
🕑 Added 2023-05-14 16:07:05 +0000 UTC"I can barely walk!" I complain, looking down at the shiny blue PVC spreading pants between my legs. "How do you expect me to get to math class?"
I completely expect him to unlock my spreading pants after realizing his mistake, but to my supply, he picks me up instead, cradling me in his arms like a baby.
"H-hey! Let me go!" I say. "You can't seriously expect to carry meeeeee?!"
Before I can even finish the sentence he is out the door with me and before I know it I'm being carried through campus in a diaper T-Shirt and a diaper. He didn't even bother to put on my shoes and socks!
"Put me down!" I say, and Donovan looks at me with a stern look.
"Don't make me put a pacifier in or you'll be wearing it for the whole class. Do you want that?"
"No, but-"
"No buts," he says, sounding like our father, and twist up my face ready to argue but another stern look from him stops me. I huff and instead turn my attention to the campus, taking note of how many people are noticing me in my babyish attire. I instantly regret it. Everyone is staring. People are pointing. The reactions range from shock to amusement. A group of three girls talks behind their books and points to me while a few guys sitting at the tables in the quad practically jump up and trip over themselves to capture a video of the dumb dork being carried through campus in a diaper.
"Dude! Nice prank! Is that for a fraternity or just a stunt? Either way, it's hilarious!"
I sigh internally in relief. People aren't taking this seriously, at least. As long as my 'big bro' doesn't say anything, they can make up their own explanation. Maybe this won't be so bad?
"Nah, it's no prank. This is my big bro but he was demoted cause he can't stop going in his pants and rubbing his diapers. That's why I'm the big bro now, right bro?"
I look up at my brother in shock as the guys look at each other lauging in disbelief.
"Isn't that right, bro?" asks Donovan in a more serious voice. I gulp and nod. I can't believe he's making me admit it, and my bright red face surely tells them I'm not just faking.
"Oh my gods! That's even funnier! Smile for the camera, pee pee boy!"
"Go on, smile," says Donovan. I bury my face in Donovan's chest instead, and refuse to look until we start moving again. They can film my shiny diapered butt all they want but I don't have to look at it.
It's not until I'm set down that I look around and realize we're in the math hall.
"Okay, kiddo. Time for calculus! Let's go in."
I shake my head and try to stand my ground, but Donovan grabs my hand and easily pulls me inside by force. At least we're on time, and the room isn't too full. The professor isn't even there yet, so I hope that I can make it in and hide in the rows of seats and not be noticed.
I waddle forward and immediately fall flat on my face.
"Aww, little guy is still learning to walk, huh?" asks Donovan. The people already there are chucking and gawking, and I catch a few nerdy guys looking at me with a look of sympathy, as if they know all to well the embarrassment of being forced into a diaper in public by their jock bully of a brother. Well, maybe not something that specific, but I can tell they understand my situation.
"It's okay, little bro. You can crawl to your seat!"
I look up at him and whimper, begging him not to make me crawl in the middle of the lecture hall.
"Go on. Better hurry up before the professor comes in and sees your shiny butt on all fours!"
That motivates me to get my tushie moving. I scramble toward the back seats as fast as I can, but feel a tug on the back of my diaper pants stopping me when I'm only about a third of the way up. I look back to see my bro pointing toward the middle row, and he herds me in there. He's kind enough to help me into my seat at least.
"There you go kiddo. Sit right there, you'll be nice n comfy."
I scoot in behind the table, hoping it hides me, but the long counter style tables have no back. Looking behind me, I can see everyone's knees and crotches in all of the seats above. I look back forward to the front of the lecture hall and realize where we are. It would put my crotch at direct eye level with Professor Poindexter. The last of the students are already streaming in leaving less and less options, and the sense of urgency is palpable.
"W-wait, I think we should change," I say, getting up to move.
"Right here?" asks Donovan, eyeing the table. "I mean, it is the perfect table, but I'll be the judge of that."
"N-no! I mean change seats!" I says as he pulls me forward to look down the back of my diaper.
"Oh," he says, looking a bit disappointed. "Ha. No."
Before I can make my case, the professor walks in briskly to his desk and I'm stuck. Geting up would only draw more attention.
"Good morning stu-" He pauses mid sentence, and I can see where he is staring. It's directly at my diaper.
