The Story of an Infantilist [Chapter (OMFG!!) SEVEN!][Fin]

Not me; I'm the guy who bullies.

Seriously though; I am.

Seriously for serials though; did you guys really have all this trouble during high school? Jeez, it's not hard socializing with the good people every once and awhile with an interesting personality, while sticking together in clans to overpower the hardasses...

Anyway, I'll be honest; the story is written well with few spelling mistakes, but the diction of the story is just too unrealistic. You have too many scenes going on at a rapid pace, and since the main character is so... Well, pathetic, to be honest... It's hard to relate or even feel sorry for him. I mean, he's got a girl who enjoys the same hobby that he engages in... Both unrealistic and unusual, since this story's supposed to be about the life of an average infantilist in high school.

New school? Also unrealistic. But then again, I'm sure that the point of your story is to entertain the reader, which I'm sure that it has to many people; it's not supposed to aim for super realism or a major theme or moral. So if that was what you were going for; super. You have a good writing style that's very enjoyable to read, I'm just saying that personally... The material has been done with/I've heard of it before, and it's definately not winning any unique points from me.

Internet-abuse, huh? That won't end well in the future, I can tell you right now.

Then again, I don't think I should give random people advice. You do your thing, and see where it takes you.

Age : 16 Joined : 22 Sep 2007 Posts : 29

Kids at my school don't pick on smart people at all. In fact if you pick on a nerd, the tough people beat you up.

I kinda like that he went berserk, that he's not TOTALLY pathetic. lol, good story, I like it Smile

The Story of an Infantilist

CHAPTER FOUR: A New Start and a New Dress Code

Hell. A good way to describe the last few days for me. But today I had a new beginning. A new start, although so close to the end of the time I'm in school, for me. I wish I had had this opportunity a while earlier, but I'm glad I have it at all right now. The day started with me and Alicia getting up anxiously and exchanging a kiss.(she's been at my house for a while now, practically living with me and my dad at this point.) We took off our respective (wet) diapers and cleaned up, then my dad took us to the school, due to a lack of buses that take kids there.
After about twenty minutes of riding in the car, words scarcely exchanged, we arrived at the school. Outside of which, I saw barely any students...and actually, it didn't even look like a school, albeit more of an office building. To my surprise, we walked in with several students walking about, roaming the halls, exchanging friendly greetings to one-another, no one looking too terribly sad, angry, or even the least bit upset. It appeared, from the looks of it, that this school truly was a place where everyone got along fine due to their own history of being bullied and the lack of want to not only do so but to be done to again.
We went into the school's office, which happened to be on the third floor, (later to be explained to us: Classrooms - 1st Floor, School Library and Study Hall - 2nd Floor, Administration - 3rd Floor.) and went to see the school's administration to see what classes I need to take and what I need to do.

“So, Mr...Fozzier?” the Principal, quite a large white mouse, asked me when we went into his room.
“Y-yes sir.” I replied
“And a Ms. Richards, correct?”
“Yes.” Alicia said.
“And you're Slick's father, right?” he said to my father.
“Yes sir, Sol Fozzier” my father replied (pronounced “soul”)
“Alright, I'm Mr. Jacob Xavier, and welcome to the North Carolina State High School for the Stressed and Bullied. I'm sure you two will find it to your likings.”

Mr. Xavier talked to us for a while about which classes we would be taking and whatnot. Basic stuff. However, he came upon a question at what seemed to be the end of the meeting that made me on edge.

“So, Slick, you came to this school because you were bullied for wearing diapers, correct?” he said, quite flatly. If I had a drink in my mouth, I would've spit it out in one of those cliché moments right now.
“Wh-what?”
“Did you or did you not get recommended here due to your bullying for wearing diapers?”
“Mr. Xavier,” my dad stood up and said, “that's quite a personal question!”
“Oh, I apologize..but here at this school, different bullying receives different attention...and we'd like to know.”
“Yes.” I said, quite quietly.
“Ah. Okay. And you, Ms. Richards, for being his girlfriend, right?”
“That's right.” she said, a bit more confidently. I think she knew something I didn't.
“Alright then, so I can only assume, and don't answer this if it's uncomfortable...well, more so that right now anyway, that you're a fellow, what's the word, babyfur, like your boyfriend?”
I would've expected Alicia to blush as I did, but instead, she, again confidently, answered, “Yes sir.”
“Well then,” a grin hit his face, “How would you two be interested in taking classes with fellow babyfurs and diaperfurs to meet your interest. We offer other specials with this pairing, but for now, we'd just be pairing you with those furs who wear diapers or cub around...you know the drill.”
“R-really?” I asked
“Well, I'd be interested, Xavier, as per my request.” Alicia said
“Request?”
“Oh, she didn't tell you, Slick?” Mr. Xavier asked, “She asked that you be offered this as well as entry to this school. In fact, Alicia, here, is my niece.”
“NIECE?!” I said in shock, “The principal of this school is your UNCLE, Alicia?”
“Heh, yup!” she said cheerfully.

After a few moments of talking, working things out, my dad talking with the principal, and mild chit-chat, me and Alicia, of course, decided to take the offer, which was then explained to us in full. The offer includes being in normal academic classes(those that everyone takes) with none more than babyfurs/diaperfurs, and taking selective classes with primarily those. Furthermore, a nursery is offered in the 2nd floor for those of us who choose to go there during Study Hall hour rather than Study Hall itself. The only thing I was a bit nervous about was the dress code and “special” rules. During the academic classes and the nursery, all students must wear nothing but their shirt/upper body-wear and diaper. The bathroom is off-limits, also, and when we need to be changed, a nurse will take care of it.
This was a dream come true for me, but I was a bit unsettled by this. I told Mr. Xavier about this, and he allowed us to watch one of the diaperfur/babyfur academic classes, and it was just as he described... everyone was wearing a diaper and their shirts as if it was nothing special...everyone just normally partaking in school activity.
After about an hour of seeing different classrooms, as well as the nursery, me and Alicia both decided we'd take it. We started going tomorrow. I wonder how we'd fit in...even as infantilists.

-End Chapter Four

NEXT CHAPTER: Life Isn't As Simple As A Diaper.

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This chapter's a bit short and I apologize for that, but the next one everyone will like... Very Happy

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Revolution, the only solution
The armed response of an entire nation
Revolution, the only solution
We've taken all your shit now it's time for restitution
The plan was mastered and called genocide
Took all the children and then we died
The few that remained were never found
All in a system of down
P.L.U.C.K. by System of a Down

That is quintessentially awesome, Miles. I'm not complaining at all about this, but why would diapers be necessary? Some sort of school policy? Like I said, it's not a bad thing.
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Miles, I think I'm hooked. You made this story awesome!
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Age : 18 Joined : 09 Apr 2006 Posts : 121 Location : Motown

Correct me, Miles, if I am wrong but I do believe that the diapers are a part of the infantilist, babyfur classes and only mandatory for students in that class.
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The Story of an Infantilist

CHAPTER FIVE: Nothing but a Diaper out of the Ordinary (title changed)

The day ended and a new one started slower than most. We were both eager and nervous about going to this new school and partaking in the tb/dl classes.. or more so I was nervous and Alicia was eager. Sadly, Alicia had to go home and prepare for the new day, so I was left alone in my sleep this night, which left me time to think. This all happened because of my diapers. I know this is potentially a new beginning, but it was also pretty bad. I wont see any of my normal school friends(some because they abandoned the popularly-challenged diaper kid, others because they wont be seeing each other as frequently) nearly as much anymore, and this new school is full of new people, bar Alicia, that will all be looking at me and Alicia as the new kids. Albeit this school's a bit different than most and they might look at me with more of a friendly eye. I don't know exactly what to think.
I awoke, and Alicia was waiting at my door for me to drive us to school.
“Heh, got your uniform?” I joked
“Yup...you nervous still?”
“Yup...” I said, looking at the ground, blushing a bit. She put her arm around my shoulder, “C'mon...it's a new start.”
“I know...but just...I've never worn to school, or even outside before, and now I have to wear every day in school.”
“You don't have to take these classes you know, we can switch to normal ones.”
“No...no, you really want to...and I really want to try it. Let's just see how the first day goes, OK?”
With a kiss on my cheek, she said “Alright,” and we left.
The drive was long, about twenty minutes, and we got to the office building-looking school. We went in and had a look around as all the kids frantically roamed about, getting to their respective classes. We went to the ab/dl classroom and stood outside the door, me being nervous to turn the knob.
“Just open it, Slick...it's just a classroom.”
I sighed, and opened the door looking at a class full of diapered peers, none of which could've been too much older or younger than me.
“AH!” the teacher, a quite tall lioness, nearly yelled, briskly walking toward us, “You two must be the new students!” she took my hand in his and began shaking, “I'm Ms. Monroe, and you two are ...Slick and Alicia, correct?”
“Yeah,” we both said.
“Well, welcome to the ab/dl classroom for academics. You two both have diapers on, don't you?”
I blushed, as Alicia just firmly said “Yes ma'am,” followed by a nervous “Yes” from me.
“Well, remove your shoes, socks, and pants. During lunch and free period, you may put them back on.”
We did as she instructed, revealing both of our diapers with nothing but them and our shirts on.
“Alright then, how cute... if you weren't already told...use of the bathroom is prohibited in this classroom... unless you need to go #2. If your diaper is near leaking point, or you need to go #2, you may ask to be changed, and go to our nurse to change you, or you can change yourself, or if you need to go the other one, you may use the bathroom in the back.”
We knew most of this stuff from the principal talking to us yesterday, so we acknowledged it, and she proceeded to introduce us to the class.
“Alright class, as you've just seen me make a scene, these are our new students, Alicia and Slick. Let's go around the room and introduce ourselves by name.”
With that, the whole class of 32 gave us their names.(like hell I'm going to waste your time with the name of 32 kids in dialog) We were then instructed to sit and partake in class as normal. Surprisingly, it was just like a normal class... our first one was Algebra, and aside from the ever-so-random kid asking to be changed, which I found kinda funny, it was a normal class. Then came an urge I found familiar. I had to use my diaper, but did I want to be changed? It's not like it'd be embarrassing...from the looks of it, these kids were used to it. So, I just let it go, with a blush, and after I was done, I raised my hand.
“Yes Slick?” Ms. Monroe said
“May I go to be changed?” I asked
“Making use of it this early, huh?” she said, making sure to attempt to embarrass me as the class chuckled a bit, “Go ahead Slick.”
I approached the nurse in charge of changing, a white leopardess, and then I realized...I was a bit nervous in letting a random lady see me naked...but to put it in perspective, she's seen most everyone in this class that way. I guess I had nothing to be worried about.
“Up on the changing table, honey...or would you like to change yourself?”
“Uh...” I said, still thinking when the nurse, who I've realized is incredibly strong, picked me, who is 190 pounds by the way, up and carried me to the changing table, “I'll make the decision for you, sweetie...clearly you want to be changed.” she said with a bright smile which made me relax a bit, and I just let her do it.
“My name's Mrs. Janet, by the way, hon.”
“Uh, ok, thanks Mrs. Janet.”
“No problem.”
She changed me expertly, with the whole deal: removing the first diaper, wiping, oil, powder, and snugly taped my diaper up, then brushed me with her tail, “You're all done...back to class now.”
I went back to class, and expected everyone to look at me like a freak, but this was accepted in this class.
“Heh, how was it Slick?” Alicia, sitting next to me, asked.
“Good...I think I like this place.” I replied
Algebra passed, Chemistry passed, and now it was free period, where normal students used the study hall...but I remember being told about the nursery upstairs.
“Hey Alicia...” I said
“What's up, Slick?”
“You wanna go to that nursery upstairs?”
“Oh, the one my uncle told us about?”
“Yeah..”
“Sure.”
We put our pants, socks, and shoes on(although we were going to the nursery, we weren't about to walk through the halls like that) and went up the stairs, into the room. Nearly all 33(bar about 5 or 6) of the students were in there, cubbing out, watching TV diapered, playing with toys, and socializing.
“Wow...this is for real, isn't it?”
“Yup...” she said, holding my hand, “c'mon, let's play.”
For about twenty minutes, we played with baby toys, and just chilled out to an extent we never thought possible. We were even given complimentary pacifiers from the nursery to suck on whilst we were having such fun. One of the kids from the class approached us during this though.
“Hey new guys, what's up?” the brown fox asked us.
“Oh, hi, you're Rich, right?” I asked
“Wow, good memory! Yup, that's me? How you guys liking your first day?”
“It's pretty awesome,” I said
“Yeah, I love it here,” Alicia said
For about five minutes, we got to know each other, and with that, we've met a new friend. He seemed fascinated about us for some reason. We talked and talked about different stuff; video games, interests, computer stuff, parents, where we're from, all that get-to-know-you stuff. The bell rang, though, ending free period.
“Ahh, nuts, well, see you guys in class.”
“Alright Rich, see ya,” I said
“Yeah, see ya.” Alicia followed, “He's pretty cool, dontcha think?”
“Yeah, a new friend already I suppose.”
The rest of the classes past, we chatted with some other kids in the class, then we went home. This school was really quite awesome. I think we're here to stay for the year.

-End Chapter Five

NEXT CHAPTER: OMG Time Skip! (not the title)
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Revolution, the only solution
The armed response of an entire nation
Revolution, the only solution
We've taken all your shit now it's time for restitution
The plan was mastered and called genocide
Took all the children and then we died
The few that remained were never found
All in a system of down
P.L.U.C.K. by System of a Down

liking yet another chapter Miles!
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Age : 16 Joined : 22 Sep 2007 Posts : 29

somethin about this chapter I didn't like as much as all the others :/ not to say it's bad. Still liked it

Age : 15 Joined : 07 Apr 2006 Posts : 148 Location : Oslo

I don't get it, I thought the story was taking place in a human world where Slick was a furry. Yet it said there were actual lionesses right, Could you clear that up please?

I really do wish I had writing talent like that...
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