The Baby Bully

Minor CW for this one - there's some mentions of sexual harassment and bullying. 

Anna cringed as she heard the sharp whistle off to her side. Goddammit, not again.

“Hey, baby, gonna serve up some fries with that shake?”

It was the same asshole as always. She didn’t know his name, but she knew his voice, his whistle, even what it felt like to have his hand slap her ass. She’d been hearing him catcall at her every day since the semester started, from the front steps of the fraternity he was a part of. Today’s showing was only mildly crass next to some of the catcalls he’d thrown her way.

The college wasn’t going to do anything. She’d tried going to them, and gotten no help whatsoever.

‘It’s just harmless.’

‘He’s a bright young man, I don’t think he’d do that.’

‘Are you sure it was even him?’

‘Just take a compliment!’

Anna had heard it all. She was done with that bullshit. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

Spinning, she faced him, shouting back, “Yeah, you want some?”

The asshole didn’t seem to know what to do at that. He was like a dog that had finally caught it’s tail. The point was never to actually get her to respond, just to make her feel powerless, and so he was off guard at her reciprocation.

“Uh…”

“I’ve seen you every day,” Anna said, trying not to feel sick. “You’re a strong, sexy man. Why not take me to your dorm room and show me what an athlete like you can do?”

“I, uh- yeah!”

She strutted up, holding back the dirty glares she wanted to give the asshole who’d been harassing her. The frat house was in front of a big grass field that circled most of the campus, but she wasn’t worried about being spotted. Stepping inside, she looked around. “Where?”

“Up this way.” He slid an arm around her waist, posessively. “All the other guys are at class, but I blow it off. They don’t count attendance towards my grade, if you know what I mean.”

Gross. Everything about you is gross.

She sucked it up and followed him, up the stairs, towards his dorm room. Naturally, it was filthy - she couldn’t expect an asshole like him to actually clean his room every once in a while. It smelled like sweat and stale pizza, probably from the sweaty clothes and old pizza boxes.

Setting down her clutch, Anna stretched, so that he’d stare at her chest, and quietly pushed the tiny bag under his bed. “I should use the bathroom first,” she said. “Where’s that?”

Again, the asshole didn’t know how to respond, except to say, “Uh, just down the hall.”

“Thanks.”

Anna turned, walked in the way she’d been directed, then turned a corner and hurried down the stairs. She wanted to be long gone before he realized she’d even left.

This guy was going to learn not to mess with a Cognitive Psychology/Engineering double major.

…

Three days later.

Anna took a long weekend out of town, visiting her family for a couple days. She needed time for the high resonant tones to really get into the asshole’s head before she came back.

What she was doing was a massive ethical violation that could cost her scholarships if anyone found out. She’d used the school’s lab to build the frequency emitter, not to mention the six years of study it had taken to get her to the point where she could build it. Programming it to work with a voice activation trigger had been extra difficult, but it was worth it.

She wanted the asshole to doom himself. He didn’t disappoint.

As she walked along the sidewalk to class, carrying a duffel that was a good bit larger than her clutch, she heard it. The trigger.

The sound of his whistle rang in her ears, and for once, Anna was glad to hear it, because he’d just sealed his own fate.

“Hey, babe, what gives? Last week you were all into me, then you just up and vanished!”

She turned, staring at him. Five, four, three, two…

On the crotch of his jeans, a dark, spreading stain began to appear. Her smirk widened, and she pointed.

The asshole looked down, following her finger. He hadn’t realized what was happening until it was shown to him, but his cheeks flushed as he realized that he was peeing his pants. “What the-”

Anna approached. She was confident, now. He couldn’t touch her, not with the reconditioning she’d done.

So, she grabbed him by the arm, pulled him inside, and kicked the door shut behind them.

“Is anyone else in here?” she asked, whirling on the guy who’d been making her semester hellish for the past two months.

He answered automatically. “No. They’re all at class.”

“Tell me why you’ve been harassing me,” she demanded.

“It’s funny, and I like to feel powerful.” He couldn’t help but answer the question.

The truth impulse is working. Good. The asshole couldn’t lie to her, or anyone… except about one thing. “What’s my name?”

He gaped. “I… I don’t know.”

“My name is Anna,” she said. “What’s my name?”

Again, he opened and closed his mouth, unable to say it. “I-”

“You can’t remember me,” she said, her tone low. “As soon as I walk out that door, you’re going to forget I ever existed, but you won’t forget what I did to you. Now, lie down.”

He didn’t have to obey. That wasn’t a compulsion she’d forced on him. He did it anyways.

“Take off the pants that you pissed in,” she instructed, before pausing. “Wait.” Taking out her phone, she got a snapshot of him, lying on the floor, in sodden jeans. “Okay. Now take them off.”

Terrified, he slipped them down, leaving the wet jeans around his ankles.

Anna dropped the duffel, unzipped it, and pulled out a thick, fluffy diaper.

“What the fuck?” The asshole yelped, upon seeing it. “You’re not going to put that on me!”

“It’s a favor, trust me,” Anna sneered. “I’ve seen how rarely you like to do laundry. But no, I’m not going to get anywhere near your junk, you’re going to put it on yourself.”

Tossing it at him, he caught the poofy garment, holding it up in confusion and fear. “I don’t know-”

“No siblings?” she asked.

“Mom always did it.”

“Unfold it, tapes go on the bottom. Pull it all snug,” Anna explained, curtly. She wanted to get out of there soon, before anyone caught her, but she had a little revenge to get first.

He did a terrible job, but she didn’t care. If he leaked all over himself every time he had an accident, that would just be more humiliating.

“Now, here’s how this is going to work,” Anna said, standing over the asshole in his lopsided diaper, soggy jeans around his ankles. “I’ve crossed a few wires in your brain. Your sex drive and your potty training got… shall we say, jumbled.”

“W-what does that mean?” he asked, eyes widening.

“It means, every time you even get the littlest bit horny, heck, even if you just think about sex, you’re going to piddle in your pants like a pathetic little baby. You can’t actually have sex anymore, either. Try, and you’ll just end up with a soggy bed.” Anna told him. “And that’s not even the best part.”

He swallowed. In his diaper, cowering on the ground, he looked helpless.

Good.

“What’s the best part?”

“If you try and harass someone, or give them a hard time, or make them the littlest bit uncomfortable, you’ll start using your diaper for other things.” Crouching over him, she asked, “Do you understand?”

“I… yes,” he mumbled, blushing brighter.

“Now, once you make a smelly, filthy mess in your diaper, you won’t be able to change yourself until you sit in a corner for thirty minutes and think about what you’ve done,” Anna went on. “And really think about how it feels to be in a stinky, gross diaper because you really couldn’t control yourself. You can’t cheat that. If you’re not focused on how bad you smell, how helpless you are, the minutes won’t count. Do you understand that?”

He made a little squeaking noise in the back of his throat. Anna had to admit, it felt good. Seeing him at her mercy, after so many months of humiliation and fear at his hand, it was a rush like she’d never felt.

“One last thing,” Anna said. “Do you remember the first words you ever said to me?”

The asshole nodded, meekly.

“Say it.”

Voice trembling, he said, “Hey, b-bitch, you want some dick?”

Anna smiled, and he turned bright pink as his body betrayed him. A foul smell filled the air as he helplessly filled his diaper, unable to help himself.

Standing up straight, Anna said, “I’ll leave you the bag of diapers, so you can get cleaned up once you’ve had your time out. If you can keep your diapers clean for a month, without any accidents at all, the conditioning should start to wear off.” Sneering, she added, “I expect you’ll be in diapers for a long, long time.”

Turning on her heels, she walked upstairs, retrieving her clutch from the asshole’s room. Reaching inside, she took out the transmitter and checked it as she walked out the door.

That’s weird.

The battery was almost dead.

Leaving the dorm room, she turned it over in her hands, examining the device. She’d had it set up running at a low frequency, short range, so it’d just target the space around the asshole’s room, maybe spilling out at a lower intensity to the nearby rooms. The power supply should have lasted a couple months with the settings she’d used.

Tapping the LED display, she realized her mistake. She’d set it to a high-range frequency. No wonder. It’d use a lot more power that way. She whistled in surprise. Heck, that might have gotten the rest of his fraternity. They probably deserve it, but still. I might get in trouble for this.

Trying to figure out how many people would have been in the radius, she did a little math in her head. Given the rate of power consumption, and the possible maximum range of the transmitter...

Oh. Crap.

It wouldn’t be just the frat house. The signal would cover most of the on-campus dorms.

And she’d just whistled.

Looking down, Anna’s fears were confirmed as she saw the spreading wet, yellow stain on her white pants. With that, she realized she’d just put dozens, even hundreds of people in a humiliating situation, and with a helpless grunt she found herself squatting, pushing out a mess into her panties that she couldn’t do anything to stop, leaving a brown stain on the seat of her pants that was eminently visible.

I need to find a corner, somewhere I can sit and-

Behind her, she heard a whistle. “Hey, check out the chick who’s- oh what the fuck?”

Across the field, someone else whistled to start a friendly match of football.

A few seconds later, she heard a whistle as someone got the attention of a dog.

Anna swallowed, as the consequences of her miscalculation hit her.

Oh, fuck.