Daily Free-Write August 18, 2020

Another free-write that turned into a much longer write-up. As you know, these are just meant to be writing warm-ups, but often this is where I get my ideas for my best stories! If you like this one or any other freewrite that you read this month, you can request to have it turned into a story! I'll put up a poll at the end of the month, but feel free to like and comment as well. These stories are for your enjoyment, after all!

"A diaper Poem

I like diapers

I like to wear them all the time

I like to pee pee and poo poo in my diapers

Loving diapers this much should be a crime

But there is something I like even  more

I like to rub my diapers until I-"

"Ooookay, Tommy. Thank you very much. That was very... creative. Oh look, we got through all of the poems early today, so class is dismissed early. Don't forget Thursday's assignment! And don't email me at midnight the night before, I won't respond. I'll see you all in two days." 

The tomcat furrowed his brow as the students left. As soon as they were out of the lecture hall, he took off his glasses and massaged his temples with his free hand. 

"Another, friggin diaper poem. This year just keeps getting weirder and weirder."

It started about a week ago with a few diaper references in the students' work, which quickly mushroomed into full blown diaper-themed writing assignments. He did not ask his students to write about diapers, they just...wanted to. All of them! 

In the dining center he grabbed lunch and sat alone at a table, grumbling to himself. On the meager income of an adjunct professor, he could barely afford groceries, so he used the perks of his job as best he could to avoid turning his office into his sleeping quarters.

"They don't pay me enough for this... I've heard that we baby our students nowadays but this is ridiculous!"

"What are you going on about?" Asked his fellow starving artist and educator, Mel, as she sat down across from him. He was glad to see the grey furred feline, despite his foul mood.

"Oh, it's nothing. Well, it's my students. First they keep listening to music on their earpods while I'm trying to teach... and now they won't stop talking about diapers! Of all things, why is it diapers?"

"Well, they ARE pretty comfortable..." She said, with a grin.

"Really, Mel," he replied, with an exasperated grin. "That's not helping."

"But you're smiling! Okay, well, I'm sorry you're having trouble with your students. There's not much you can do about their topic of choice in a creative writing class, but the music thing. Well, I've noticed it too... It's this new hit song... they're playing it everywhere..." 

"Yes, something in spanish...meebay...something..."

"Mi bebe!" Melinda said. "I took a listen last night. It's actually really good..." She said, looking abashed. 

"I don't like pop music these days. It's all crap. Not like when I was younger."

"Psh, you sound like an old man. You're only 29, Marcus!"

"Well, I don't care. I won't listen to that garbage."

"Oh, come on," She said, "Give it a try." 

"Fine, if it'll get you off my back about it... here ya go." She pulled an earpod out of her ear.. he hadn't noticed she was wearing it. Then he reaised an eyebrow as he heard an audible crinkle when she shifted forward to put the earpod in his own ear. "Hey, what-"

Before he could say anything, he was stopped short by the music. A salsa-pop mash up with an insidiously catchy tune. His stare went blank for a second as the words seemed to worm their way into his mind, even though he couldn't understand really anything of Spanish. After about just a couple minutes, he snapped out of it, like someone pressed the reset button. The song had ended. Melinda took back her earpod.

"So, what do you think?"

"It, uh... it's... not for me." He said. "I have to get back to my office, Mel. Thanks, uh... thanks for the pep talk."

"No problem, Marcus! Don't let those students stress you out too much. It'll pass!" 

He heard her humming that tune again as he left. He now recognized it as a tune many of his students hummed, or made their ringtones. On his way back to the office, he found himself starting to hum it as well. 

"Gah! That infernal tune!" he had to get it out of his head. In his office he opened up his laptop and went to look up music on YourTube, but all that came up was Mi Bebe, and covers of Mi Bebe. He typed in one of his favorite artists, and played that. Then he started aimlessly browsing Amazoo. He answered a few emails, and next thing he knew, there was a knock on the door. Oh crap, the day had slipped away from him, he was already into his office hours. He clicked off the browser window, and straightened up his tie before opening the door.

"Hello, professor," said a meek tabby cat from his advanced writing class. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had a little accident on my way over and had to stop by the little kittens room." 

"Oh it's...it's fine, Tabbytha. I was a bit distracted myself." He ushered her into the room and they sat. 

"So what is it I can do for you, Tabbytha?"

"Well, you see, I need an extension on my assignment. You see, I want to go in a new direction..."

"Let me guess... is it about diapers?"

"Yes," she said, visibly brightening. "How did you know?"

"Oh, just a hunch." He said, trying not to scowl. "Uh... sure, you know what, why not? Everybody else is doing it. I guess you can too."

"Oh great, thank you so much!"

As office hours continued, a steady trickle of students came by his office. He was in the middle of a conversation with a handsome young canine named Woofus when another sharp knock came on his door.

"I'm helping a student," He called out, "Please wait your turn."

The knock came again, the sharp raps on the door, and he excused himself to answer the door.

"I sai-"

"Amazoo delivery for Dr. Marcus Manx." 

"I didn't order any-" 

The delivery gazelle just handed him the box and loped off. Leaving a confused tomcat in his wake. He closed the door and walked over to his desk, brow still furrowed. 

"What was that about? You got mail?" asked the canine, wagging his tail unconsciously.

"Yeah, but..." Marcus examined the shipping label... "I didn't order anything..." And yet there his name was, and it was dated same day delivery. 

"Well, what is it?" Asked Woofus.

"You're guess is a good as mine," replied the tomcat. "And that's really not an appropriate question, Woofus. It's not your mail."

"Well, you said you didn't order it, so it's not yours either! Come on! Open it up and take a look!" 

"I really would rather focus on questions related to the class, if you don't mind."

"Oh c'mon!" Said the canine, wagging his tail and leaning forward to sniff at the box. "You gotta be curious!"

"Oh, fine," said Marcus. "If it'll get you to shut up about it. Let's take a look."

Marcus extended a claw to shred the paper packing tape down the center and on the sides. Inside was a brand new earpod set and beneath it, a pack of..."

"Diapers?" 

"Diapers!" 

They both exclaimed in unison, with various degrees of enthusiasm or confusion. 

Tom looked up from the box to the canine more confused than ever. The canine, on the other hand, had a big smile plastered on his face, and was wagging furiously.

"So, you like diapers too huh? I knew it!" 

"What? No! It-it was a mistake! I don't know how this even got here!" 

"Uh huh, sure," Said the dog, crossing his arms and grinning. "You don't have to be coy with me teach. Everybody is into diapers now."

"Excuse, me, but I'm not... Hold on, I have to check this." He opened up his browser and right there on Amazzoo it showed his order. And all the recent searches showed various styles and size of diapers. His search history showed the same. He sat back in his seat, floored. "I... I don't understand..."

"Well, are you gonna try em out?"

"What?!" Marcus said, blushing at the thought of putting on diapers in front of his handsome student.

"The Earpods. Is it your first time getting some? I can help you set them up..."

"Oh, y-yeah, sure." said Marcus. 

He supposed he didn't mind spending a little more time with this particular student. He was certainly easy on the eyes, even if he was off limits. Before he knew it, the airpod was in his ear and yourtube was up. He tried to grab the last thing from his search history but as he scrolled down he noticed that his history showed that stupid pop song going all the way back to earlier in the day when he picked his own music. That was weird too. The auto player must've..

"Here, let me help you..." Said Woofus, smiling as he pressed a button on the earpod 

"No, wait-" began the tomcat, but it was too late the catchy tune of 'mi bebe' drowned out all the other noise in the room. 

Next thing he knew, he was on his desk, with his legs up in the air. Woofus was sliding a diaper underneath his but and pulling it up between his legs... 

"W-wha?" He said, as he came to. Before he was fully aware of what was happening, the diaper was already taped on. "H-hey, I don't..." 

"All done!" Said the canine, patting the front of the cat's diaper with a smile. Before the cat could process what was happening, the next song came on, and he spaced out again.

"Ohh, hey... these aren't too bad..."

"See? I told you you'd love em."