"Hey diaper boy! I knew I smelled something stinky from you the moment I saw you!" you called out, directing the jeering to the nerd at the end of the locker room. You started to walk towards him as he nervously tried to finish his tapes.
You had just walked in on him in the middle of his change.
"P-please don't come closer! I-I can explain!" He cried out, holding a hand out to try to cover himself while he struggled to get his sweatpants over his comically thick diaper. How he ever could have pretended that it was discreet was beyond you as the legs of the pants dug into the diaper which only further accentuated a massive bulge from his crotch. If that wasn’t enough, the waistband ran so high and was never covered by his shirt no matter how much he tugged at it.
"Hah, a bit late to explain this, I bet you love being noticed! There's no way you don't get off from this. Don't worry diaper boy, I'll make sure everyone knows just how much you love your diapers!"
You continued to approach, taking your phone out to take some pictures of his massive diapers.
"Y-you don't know what you're doing, please listen!"
He turned around to pick up his backpack, one hand clutching his stomach.
You didn't have time to wonder what he might have meant by that, as you tripped over something. You weren't sure what though, the path seemed perfectly clear. But you lost your balance and stumbled and fell face first into your target’s massive padded butt.
Fblrrrrrrtch!
At least, that's what you remembered having happened.
…
Your eyes slowly started to open again and you found yourself lying down. Wherever you were, it was quite soft. A bed?
Your bed. You were home, and it was morning. You were going to be late for the bus. The school year was almost over and if you missed the bus again, now, during finals week, your parents were going to skin you.
You needed that scholarship.
You hopped out of bed and made a dash for the dresser. After throwing on the first articles of clothing you could grab from it, you ran down to the kitchen. Your mom was there to berate you on sleeping in but had a sandwich ready. You can thank her later, you thought, as you ran out the door and saw the bus just arriving.
Just in time.
As the trip to school progressed, you couldn't help but feel like there was something weird going on. Where did yesterday go? As you pondered on it, those last memories felt more and more vague. Something about a new kid?
Also, your underwear felt oddly soft this morning. What did you grab from the dresser?
No matter.
The bus pulled to its final stop at school and you exited, making your way to homeroom.
As you made your way down the halls, you felt something bump your shoulders.
"Watch it dweeb!" Shouted an imposing voice as a jock in a Letterman jacket called from behind you, seemingly laughing as though he had bumped you on purpose.
What a jerk, who pissed in his cereal? You thought to yourself. But you shrugged it off, and went into your classroom.
Sitting down at your desk, you noticed a new sensation. It felt... Warm? Damp? Like someone ran your chair under a hot sink. You felt your seat curiously with a hand and it felt dry though. Whatever it is, it's not on your chair...
Wait a second... Did I...
"And, if we're done scratching our own butts, sir!"
Your thoughts were interrupted by your math teacher, who was currently giving an explanation of how to best structure an answer for today's exam.
"Perhaps if you know how to format this response correctly, you'd care to show the class?" He said, pointing at a fairly simple looking question on the board, and signaling you to come up.
"Psh, yeah, whatever. That's an easy one." You replied, confidently, as you got up and made your way up to the board.
You heard quiet whispers between your classmates, and more than a couple giggles, but didn't let that phase you as you grabbed a piece of chalk and started staring at the board.
You read the question over a few times. It felt easy just a moment ago, but now you were doubting yourself. When did this get so many operations? And what even are these symbols between the numbers here?
"For today please..." Your teacher rolled his eyes, and several chuckles were heard from the class."
"I... I..." You began, but the teacher simply took the chalk from your hands and told you to return to your seat.
"Now class, I truly hope the rest of you studied better than that. I only put up a simple addition on the board because I figured it'd be better to understand formatting and showing your work with something basic."
Just an addition? Why was it so hard for me? I'm supposed to be graduating high school, not pre-school!
The bell rang, and First Period was over.
"Remember class, your exam is tomorrow. Please do try to study for it," your teacher requested before stepping out of the room.
You couldn't help but notice that the wet feeling never really left through all that time. Taking this moment between classes, you decided that you should check again.
Upon standing up, the seat still seemed dry.
But if my chair is dry, and I feel wet...
You finally started to realize just now what the implication may be. You grabbed your backpack and made a quick dash to the bathroom, thankfully only across the hall.
You ducked into a stall and pulled your sweatpants down, which came off with oddly more resistance than usual to find...
"Where the hell did I get pull-ups from?!"
You shouted from disbelief, realizing only after that anyone could have heard that...
And not only that, your new undies had been completely soaked.
There’s no way something like this was in my dresser…
Shit, I can't go back to the classroom like this. No wonder people were laughing, there's no way they didn't notice.
You pulled it off and dried yourself as well as you could with some toilet paper.
I need to get rid of this discreetly...
You opened the bathroom stall and looked at the garbage bin at the other end. It was filled to the brim.
Aren't the janitors supposed to empty those?!
Feeling thwarted, the only other solution you could think of was to keep the wet padding in your backpack until you could find someplace private to dispose of it.
Opening your backpack gave you a new surprise though, in the form of a thin white diaper. Not pull-ups, but definitely something more absorbent.
What the hell? Is someone pranking me?
You hardly managed to say in your head before the sounds of plastic rustling and tapes being freshly pulled echoed through the empty bathroom. You were leaning against the wall of the bathroom stall and expertly taping the diaper on.
"H-huh?! Wait when did I- shit no time to worry about this now I'm gonna be late to my next class!"
Coming back to reality, you finished the tapes and urgently tugged your sweatpants back up. It came up with a bit more resistance but you were sure if you held your backpack right and moved fast enough nobody would notice.
More whispers and giggles filled the room as you found your seat. In your rush sitting down, you felt a puff of air come out the back of your mystery diaper, and with it... A smell?
Baby powder? You didn't have any of that!
"Nice of you to want to freshen up before your exam but please tell me you didn't think an entire bottle of baby powder was necessary," your English teacher called out to you, eliciting raucous laughter from the entire room.
"Okay, okay. Settle down everyone. We have a lot to get through and only an hour and a half to do it. First of all, these are your exam papers. You have four pages to go through..." She continued droning on through what seemed like a rehearsed speech about the exam for a couple of minutes before finally passing it around the class.
"And your time starts... Now."
The room became dominated by the sound of a ticking clock as the class all took to reading the first part of their exam. Everything seemed to slow down for you, but the reading felt fine. You got through it and gave a good and coherent response to the reading comprehension question that followed.
Everything felt like a breeze now. Math just snuck up on you but English was so easy a baby could do it.
You saw a drop hit the page you were on.
Huh? There isn't a leak in here, is there?
You took your thumb out of your mouth to look up at the ceiling.
Hold on... My thumb?
Your thumb was covered in drool, as was the side of your face from you sucking on it all through the last question. Eyes wide open and cheeks burning red, you shoved your hand into your pocket to hide the offending thumb before going back to your exam.
It's suddenly looking much more colourful than before though. As if you hadn't used a pencil on it at all.
You feel a strange pride for how well you drew that tiger, but knew that the parrot could have been a bit better if you had the right crayons.
CRAYONS?!
DING DING DING DING DING
Your heart dropped.
"Ok class, pencils down. I'll be collecting your exams now."
Your teacher went along from desk to desk picking up the papers before stopping at yours, "had a bit of trouble there big guy? I know parrots can be tough to get right. Better luck next time buddy."
Eyes wide as saucers, you stared in disbelief at what you had just heard. "W-wha-"
"Oh don't worry, I'll talk to your parents about letting you try again in a week. You should really be heading off to your gym class though, it'll be starting soon!"
"I-uh," you couldn't find any words to respond to that. Nobody's ever spoken to you like this before. So you settle on grabbing your bag and just running out the door.
At least gym is my element. Nothing can spoil- w-whats that smell?
You took a few whiffs of the air. It smelled like...
Like you had an accident.
No no no no I couldn't have shit myself, this isn't happening!
You break into a sprint. You couldn't miss gym, you had to get to the locker rooms and change before anyone saw.
...
Still empty. You walked in and settled towards the very back, where it's least likely anyone will notice. Pants on the ground, there's no mistaking you've done a number on your diaper now. It'll probably have to go in your backpack too.
You opened it up to gauge how it would fit, and found some more new surprises. A pack of baby wipes, but more importantly and more horribly, an absolutely massive diaper. Bigger than four of the ones you were wearing right now combined. Could it even be dry with how thick it was?
Your hands betrayed you again, as even while you were thinking that, your previous diaper had been untaped and you were wiping yourself off like a pro.
You replaced the old diaper with the new one on the bench and started taping it up.
"Hey diaper boy! I knew I smelled something stinky from you the moment I saw you!"
Your heart sank once more, hearing the voice of that jock that bumped into you earlier in the day.
You nervously moved to finish your tapes, hands trembling and eyes starting to fill with tears.
"P-please don't come closer! I-I can explain!" You cried out, holding a hand out to try to cover yourself as you now found yourself struggling to get your sweatpants back up over your comically thick diaper. You started to feel a rumble in your stomach.
"Hah, a bit late to explain this, I bet you love being noticed! There's no way you don't get off from this. Don't worry diaper boy, I'll make sure everyone knows just how much you love your diapers!"
The jock continued to approach, taking his phone out for some embarrassing pictures of your massive diapers. You felt a growing pressure in your guts as he kept getting closer. Suddenly, a feeling of deja-vu hit you. This situation felt familiar... But how?
"Y-you don't know what you're doing, please listen!"
You turned around to grab your backpack, one hand clutching your stomach.
After saying that, the memories rushed back to you. You were that bully. You stood where he was standing. And you went where he was going.
You didn't get any more time to explain or plead. The jock suddenly stumbled, as though tripping on some unseen force, as your memories of the day played back in your head once more. The pressure you felt continued to grow, and was becoming unbearable.
After what felt like the slowest trip and fall of your life, the bully's face made contact with your comically oversized padding, and the dam burst.
Fblrrrrrrtch!
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