Hannah groaned as she saw April walk into her office, first thing in the morning; it wasn’t surprising, really, since the girl had already warned her this was going to happen, but she had hoped that maybe she would get tired of this game, and leave her alone instead, having proven her point.
The outfit she – and, by extension, Hannah – was wearing wasn’t that bad, compared to some of the clothes the nurse had seen her in… If nothing, it was a little nerdy, like a uniform would have been, if this were a school that required them, though it at least wasn’t as childish as what she’d had on the day before, with the teddy bears and the velcro shoes. If anything, the tartan skirt was a bit short, and the plain, black Mary Janes weren’t a huge improvement in the shoe department, but she was still relieved, having seen some of the things April came to school in, in the past.
That didn’t mean she was suddenly all right with this arrangement, however. “April, I get where you were coming from, and I’m sorry I ever said anything to you about how difficult it was to make it to the bathroom during class, when I had no idea what I was talking about, so…” She whimpered as the teen ignored her, walking over to the shelf where, the day before, she’d set up a whole stack of adult diapers. If Hannah recalled correctly, there were even more of them in one of her cupboards, somewhere… She’d never had to put them on anybody herself, but they’d been there, in her office, since she’d started working here. “Please, no…” she begged.
“Sorry, sweetie,” April told her, setting the diaper down on the exam table, then booping Hannah on the nose. “After yesterday, I just can’t trust you in my clothes without some proper protection. Now, come on, get undressed… We wouldn’t want you to be late to class!”
Obviously, since she wasn’t actually enrolled here, Hannah didn’t really care that much about if she was late, or just plain didn’t show up, although neither of those really seemed like an option. Sighing, she slipped out of her nurse’s uniform, blushing slightly when she saw April had begun undressing, too, revealing a pair of normal panties beneath her skirt.
“Speaking of trust, and protection,” she spoke up, “I don’t know if I want you wearing this without a little more.” Her uniform was pure white, spotless… Just one little accident would be enough to ruin that.
“I wore your undies yesterday,” April pointed out. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine… I have my bathroom right there,” she pointed to the door. “And you have yours right here,” she patted the diaper. “Now, hop on up.”
Reluctantly, Hannah did as she was told, squirming as she felt the thick padding being pulled and taped into place. Walking around the school in trainers the day before had been bad enough… Could she really manage a whole day in diapers without being noticed?
Clearly, she was about to find out, as April dressed her up like a doll – Hannah had no doubt the immature girl still played with them, or at least wished she still could – and sent her out into the halls with a pat on the padded posterior. Walking out to her car in a diaper the day before, once the halls were mostly empty, had been bad enough… Now, there were students and teachers everywhere, and she was terrified that she would run into one of them, and they’d feel, or hear, or see, the bulge beneath her skirt.
She went to the first class, where the hard, wooden seats of the desks made her constantly aware of the bulky diaper, making her want to wriggle, to find a more comfortable position, but afraid to do so, certain the crinkling would be too loud. Unfortunately, the teacher noted her discomfort, and called on her constantly, thinking she was acting that way because she hadn’t done her homework. Hannah hadn’t, though she still remembered enough of her time in school to answer the questions with no problem.
That didn’t mean she wanted to do it again, however. As a student, she’d never ditched class, and certainly not school itself, but when the next bell rang, she didn’t join the throng of students heading for various classrooms… Instead, she hid in the stairwell until everything was quiet.
The keys to her car were in her purse, which was in her office with April, so she couldn’t leave, but she could avoid too much attention, anyway. She considered simply waiting under the stairs the whole time, until she heard a set of footsteps above her. They could have belonged to anybody, really, though the fact that they were happening during class time narrowed them down a bit… Maybe a student who was running late, or a janitor, or perhaps a hall monitor, or the principal himself.
Of those possibilities, only the second seemed safe; the others, she was sure, would either possibly recognize her, or would likely take her to the principal – who might recognize her – if they found her here without a hall pass. If not that, it could be a repeat of the day before, where she got stuck with the freshmen. She didn’t want any of those things to happen, so she headed out into the hall, scurrying to the nearest bathroom to hide in there.
It was a bad choice. “Look who it is,” one of the bullies from the day before sneered. “It’s diaper girl.”
Hannah turned, but one of the others had already pushed past her, blocking the door, trapping her in there with the group of bad girls. She should have known they would be the type to skip class… Which, apparently, she was as well.
“What are you doing in here?” one of them asked. “Do you even know what this room is for?”
Hannah glared, wanting to fire back, to stomp her foot, but she couldn’t exactly deny the insult today, and she was afraid that movement would make her skirt move too much, and show them how right they were. She was outnumbered, though, and all but one of the girls was bigger than her, so she was in a very bad spot…
“Hey,” one of the bullies spoke up, stepping forward. “You were just in my class, weren’t you? She’s actually not as dumb as she looks…”
“Really?” another raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s interesting… What are your grades like, diaper girl?”
Hannah wasn’t sure how to answer, which extreme would be worse, so she decided to answer truthfully, about the kind of grades she got when she really was in high school. “Mostly A’s…” she blushed.
Immediately, she regretted it. “Well, well, well,” the girl who seemed like the leader grinned. “How would you like to join us, then? My mom’s about to leave for work, and then my house will be empty…”
As much as Hannah didn’t want to stick around the school, she didn’t want that, either… To be out, with these girls, in a diaper, without any changes, or anything else to put on instead… But she didn’t really have a choice. The leader grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her along with the group and shoving her into the car, where she was jammed into the backseat with a couple other girls, making her even more self-conscious about her diaper being noticed.
She was left in the girl’s living room with stacks of undone homework, ordered to finish it up for them while the girls hung out in the kitchen, doing God only knew what. Hannah had no interest in finding out what they would do to her if she refused, so she got to work, and was making decent progress until her tummy began to ache.
She had no idea if these girls really knew that she was wearing diapers, or if they were just teasing her; either way, she didn’t want to have to ask permission to use the bathroom. She tried just getting up to go look for it herself, however, despite it seeming like they were completely ignoring her, she was spotted almost instantly, met with a, “Where you going?”
“I-I was just…” Hannah blushed, stammering weakly.
“Are you done?” Hannah had to shake her head. “Then get back to work.”
This was awful… She was one of the adults at the school, she shouldn’t be subservient to them, and certainly not helping them cheat… Part of her wanted to mess up on purpose, to ensure they all failed these assignments, though if that were to happen, she had a feeling she would wind up very much regretting it. Some of it, she wasn’t sure how well she was doing anyway; she’d told the truth that she’d gotten mostly A’s in high school, yet there were still some subjects which had given her a lot more trouble, like math…
Her concentration, and penmanship, was also getting quite a bit worse the longer she waited, the more she fidgeted and fussed on the couch, desperate not to do this here, now… She thought – hoped, really – she could hold it until they got back to the school, and she could run to her office and beg April to let her out of the diaper to take care of it, but she was quickly realizing that wouldn’t be an option.
Finally, she gave up, deciding that begging permission would be less humiliating than not, and having an accident, so she stood up again… Only to discover she’d waited too long. With a horrified gasp, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, bending over slightly as she fought to stop herself, feeling her body begin to push, to start depositing a load of hot muck into her pants.
Rather than succeeding, she only made things worse, her body taking over as it lowered itself into a squatting position, making it easier for it to do its dirty work. For a split second, she was glad that, at least, nobody was paying attention to her… Then, one of the girls said, in a condescending, sing-songy voice, “What are you doing in here, diaper girl?”
Hannah couldn’t answer, didn’t dare try to form words, for fear that they would turn into grunts, making it even more obvious what was happening. She didn’t have to, anyway; the girl clearly knew. “Oh, my god,” she snickered. “Lift your skirt, let me see… Come on, do it!”
Hannah had felt vulnerable and helpless in the wake of these girls already, and now, that feeling was only amplified. As much as she didn’t want to, she obeyed, scooting the skirt up the slick plastic of her diaper, while the rest of the group began to file in to see what was going on, some of them pulling out phones, while the school nurse squatted in front of them, filling her diaper, proving that they’d been right, and she was, indeed, just a ‘diaper girl’, and wondering how in the world she was ever going to explain this to April…
As many times as she’d changed that girl’s pull-ups, she had never once messed herself in them. As soon as she waddled into the office – her office – like this, there would be no doubt which of them deserved to be padded. There was no way April, or these bullies, would ever let her live this down… As she whimpered, feeling the diaper expanding around her with each involuntary grunt, her loaded diaper growing heavier by the moment, she could feel whatever adult authority she’d once had slipping away, making her wonder if she’d ever manage to get it back after this.
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