Diaper Bully Novels & Stories

Xyrius Dale Smith. The absolute worst person to mess with. The most arrogant, insufferable, and notorious bully in the entire university. He had no limits. No one was safe from his pranks—not even the professors. There were rumors that some teachers had resigned because of him, and there was even talk of a student who had try to take their own life after being targeted by his bullying. Her entire body tensed. Even her esophagus and small intestines seemed to tremble in fear.

NO MORE FEAR. They stapled them across the school walls, tucked them into lockers, slid them beneath classroom doors. By the time the bell rang that morning, Brentford Academy was buzzing. Scene Ends – Helena’s Reflection That night, Helena sat at her desk, staring at a photo of Sophia—taped inside her journal. “I’m not afraid anymore,” she whispered. Outside her window, the school loomed in the darkness. And tomorrow, it would learn what happened… when the bullied finally fought back.

"He said he was jealous of me with a boy from junior high last night, and it rubbed him the wrong way. So what does he do? He bullies me for four years instead of asking me out. I don't buy it. I think he is just a jerk, even if he did apologize." Cat glanced at him. "Did he trip you and stuff?" She didn't want to relive it really. "I don't know… tripped me, talked about me, told me nobody wanted me." Cat waved a fry around. "Classic 'I'm going to bully you because I like you' behavior. Typical. Hottie has the hots for you." "Drop it," Jane said, dragging it out. Cat chuckled. "There is an outdoor pep rally in a bit; want to come with me? Your shift doesn't start until four, right?"

she hugged me when she was on the verge of tears. I stayed in her embrace for a few minutes before disengaging. “What are you going to do? Have you told your mom about it? Surely she wasn't happy about it” “I didn't. We both acted like we've never met before” “Is that the right decision to make?” “I don't know. I just don't want my mom finding out that he bullied me. She's about to get married into his family” “If you think that's right, I support you”

Fuck… The bully looked at me from head to toe before smirking. "Huh, a newbie? Well, I didn't expect it to be you…" he said, approaching me. I stood silent and terrified, realizing his clothes were really branded. Double fuck! The bully cornered me against a table, before low-key chuckling. I hitched when he poked my breast and brought his mouth close to my ear, saying, "But you know, although you're ugly… You have big breasts. Why don't you let me suck and then I'll let you go…"

And she would be ready to face the stupidity of her neighbours—as she had experienced on several occasions, how they turned against her each time she came to settle some disputes between them. She had had enough. At some point they dubbed her ‘Miss Meddler’ and that served as a deterrent to her - to stop wearing ‘Peace Apparel’, to stop making peace unnecessarily even when violence should suffice. But she couldn’t endure the cry of this girl. It was Bisi. Yes. She knew her cry and it must be her mother on her again, spanking her like pounded yam. As always.

When Lily is ready, I'll be ready to show her the truth. As I finish my breakfast, I sit and watch my best friend playing with what remains of her food. She isn't the type to waste a single crumb. She told me once that food was often so scarce when it was just her and her mom that she didn't feel comfortable wasting anything. Lily finally stabs a piece of sausage, and as she tries to put it in her mouth, Veronica's hand reaches across the table. She says something, shaking her head. Lily opens her mouth to say something, but Atticus squeezes the hand he is holding under the table, and without saying a single word, Lily lets the fork fall silently to the side of the plate. Whatever they are d

I understood my hatred for bullies, but these were kids. Of course, I knew that, but kids that'll turn out to become monsters and my sweet Hunter will be their victim. “Don't yell at us! Do you even know we are? Besides, why does it matter to you anyway if we bully him? He's just a wimpy kid with no parents.” The kids laughed; it sounded so simple, but I knew it had an inside joke to it. “It bothers me 'cause he's my son!” My tome of finality rang through the air, and it caused simebec for a few minutes before those stupid kids, permit my words because these are demons, not kids, burst into laughter.

So, on one hand, I’m relieved that I don’t have to worry about not having books on my first day of class, but on the other hand, I’m nervous about how Caden might react. Back in high school, when he intentionally broke my laptop and I borrowed his as a replacement, he stormed into my lecture and threw a fit, claiming that I stole his belongings. He even called me a derogatory term in front of the whole class, fully aware that it could get him detention. Well, these days, Caden has upgraded to being a calm, emotionless bully. He no longer screams in my face like he used to. Instead, he launches his attacks with nothing more than a smirk.