Day In The Life Of A High School Student

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Once started this story and sent it out a few places. Going to change the name of some characters and reformat it to be less of an info dump and begin again. Will not let it die and expanded it dramatically from where I had it. Stretched out a lot of the 'info dump' and gave it less of a fantasy fill as best I could without removing the fantasy aspect, lol. Please leave me comments!

Chapter 1 -

"Honey, it's time to wake up." Came a voice in Kimberly's dream. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was a strentch in this long, dark, black room. She heard the voice again: "Get up, I have to change you before I go into work." She realized who it was this time.

"Five more minutes..." She moaned, putting a pillow to her face and inhaling trying to make the smell go away.

"No, it's time to get you changed, it will only take a few seconds. Besides, I don't want my big girl to get a rash on her first day in High School, now do I?"

Kimberly sighed as she lifted the blanket off of her and woke from the partial dream. She looked around, the light was bright and her mom was standing in front of her dressed up for work, with an Abena diaper in her left hand and rash cream in the other. As she continued to scan her room, she noticed wipes next to her bedside table and plastic pants on top of them. Her mom began to expertly untape the diaper, lifting it into the air and folding it up. The smell didn't bother her, as she began to wipe her daughter's behind, Kim became less aware of her surroundings. She began to drift asleep as her mom lifted her legs as the final layer of plastic pants were applied. She remembered before completely falling asleep that her mom told her to be awake by 6:30, because school starts at 7:37 and that she wanted to make sure she was there on time.

In her dream, she noticed one thing immediately: she was in a very messy diaper. She was surrounded by beds in each corner, one of which had a man in it. He was asleep and turned away from her, but she could tell he was a shaggy man, with very long hair and a smell aura that would fend off the most dangerous of creatures; but maybe that was her. As she continued to scan the area, she began noticing how small the room was, and that the only way in or out was through metal bars. She walked forward out of both curiosity and fear. Putting her hand forward, she reached for the shaggy man on the bed; and on touch, he turned around viciously.

In one instant, she was surrounded with intimidation and fear. The man had dark black eyes, completely filling them like a expanded pupil. He had a full beard, one that went past his chest, and his breath was that of a man who probably never heard of a toothbrush. As she began filling the diaper in her dream yet again, the man said something in an ancient language, one unknown to her: "Du'ra ducta monare. Du'ra ducta monare."

As he continued to speak in the same pattern, a loud "BANG" was heard, but she couldn't shake herself and figure out what it was. In the next few seconds, another "BANG" was heard, this time she realized what it was: her alarm clock.

"Mura Poota Kimby, Mura Poota Kim."

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Those were the last words that came from his mouth before she was awoken by another loud "BANG". Boy was she glad to be awake, but as she rose she smelt the exact thing she did in her dream, and something in between her legs squished as she sat up: herself. She looked at the clock:

"Damn, it's 9:29." She thought, jumping out of bed. She might of not had time to change her diaper and wash up, but she could at least make the smell be neutralized for the next five hours, or so she hoped. As she poured purfume all over herself, she also through some baby powder down her smelly diaper and also another plastic pant around them.

She knew that her diaper would be too thick for jeans, and she didn't have any long skirts around the house, but she had one that would at least cover the diaper and leave her room to walk to school. "Oh, walking.." she thought, that would be a challenge. She put on a very cute tweety bird shirt, and brought her purse with a Abena Diaper and wipes along with her: at least she could get a change at school. Late on her first day back at a public school ever since her car accident two years ago.

On the way walking the 4 miles to school, she got many stares and honks as she neared the campus, and she couldn't help but think that her diaper was definantly going to be showing at school. The minute she got onto campus, security came up to her.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" The security guard asked.

"I believe you can, I'm a new student here at Juan Seguin High and I'm running late. What should I do?"

"Well follow me, first we need to get you your ID so you're an official student at the school: we'll do that by heading up to the library.." He paused and sniffed, "Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all, please, keep going."

"Okay, as i was saying, after that we'll get you down to your assistant principals office which, wait, what's your last name?"

"Moore," she said, "Kimberly Moore."

"Okay Kim, your counselor is Mr.Devans , please, follow me."

She already knew this day would be hell, and if they keep her this busy she might not be able to get to the restroom to change her diaper. Then she thought about the privacy at where she was...How would she change a diaper this dirty in a public restroom? She knew she was in trouble. As the security guard walked her down to the library, they came to an elevator. She didn't think there was an elevator, as the school isn't that big.

"Uh, can we please use the stairs?" She asked, afraid the smell of her diaper could be too much for the unsuspecting man.

"Don't worry! I let all new students use the elevator for the first day they're here."

She gulped and bit her lip hard as she entered onto the platform and the door shut behind her. Luckily the man's nose was stuffed up, as he even sneezed a few times and sniffed, to no apparent notice of the emulating smell coming from the thing under her skirt. The door opened and she rushed off of the elevator, just to run into the janitor, trip, and fall down the green circle patterned flight of stairs right across from the elevator door. Luckily, she landed on her butt, damaging nothing physical except for her pride, and the preperation she made for the smell of her diaper: Now she knew she was in for it. The security guard rushed to help her up, and as he bent over, he noticed the smell.

"Ha, i guess the janitor isn't doing a very good with the bathroom downstairs." The janitor remarked, she fake smiled at him and sat up lifting off from her butt. If it was smell free then, it most definitely isn't now. Her face was red, which matched her red hair almost perfectly. They walked a few doors down to the Library, and spoke with Mrs.Gorman, the leading librarian. She began to set everything up, and asked her to sit down on this 2' tall stool, which looked rather small. Yet again, Kim gulped and prepared herself for the worst. The security guard beside her backed up, as he was sure his nose was acting up again because of the smell traveling to him. Kimberly looked as if she would cry as the picture was about to be taken, and Mrs.Gorman snapped the photo.

"This is an interesting picture..." Said Mrs.Gorman, as it printed out on off her computer. She handed it to Kim, and she was surprised! Even though she was on the verge of tears, she looked beautiful. She was 4'11" with long, red hair and the best looking brown eyes you could ever see. However, when she looked down she saw what she was afraid of: The dark brown spot covered by a yellow plastic pant showing to the camera. This scared her, but as far as she could tell, Mrs.Gorman didn't notice. She walked out and told the Security Guard she could handle herself from here, but he insisted to escort her. As they were walking, wet farts could be heard coming from her behind.

Each step she took, another wet fart took place, until all of the sudden she stopped dead in her tracks and began completely pooping herself, yet again. Three movements in less than six hours was fortunately uncommon for her, but the stress she assumed, was only making her incontinence worse. The security guard heard her farting and filling herself at the stop, but he didn't realize what it was. He just assumed her stomache was acting up, so he asked her to walk with him. How embracing, walking and filling her diaper arms length with her new school's security guard. He dropped her into Mr.Devan's office, and completely left her alone. As she walked to the secretaries desk, the three students sitting in a chair a few feet away from her began to sniff the smell, and acted like they were throwing up. She turned beet red, and tried to play it cool.

"Hi, i'm new here and I was wondering what I should do to get into class now that I'm late."

The secretary couldn't help but chuckle, "Arhem, yes, just show me your ID and i'll send you on your way with a student escort."

"Oh, that won't be necessary, I can find my way around easy enough." She said, handing her ID forward.

"Sorry miss...Kimberly, but it's standard procedure, i'll have Sara here go with you." She handed Kimberly her tardy pass and sent her off with Sara, who didn't look too excited to be there.

As they exited the room, sara began to ask questions.

"Okay, so what is that smell?" Sara asked, getting straight to the point.

"What smell?"

"The one coming from your ass, don't play stupid with me. Did you shit yourself?" Sara practically yelled in the middle of the empty hallway.

"What? No! I didn't get a chance to take a shower I just woke up nearly thirty minutes ago and ran up here." Kim responded.

Sara scoffed and walked off, leaving Kim to herself in the empty hallway unsure of where to go from here. She almost wanted to follow her but knew better with the way she was giving her attitude. She began walking around the hallways looking for signs of a handicap bathroom, she assumed there would have to be one somewhere. Sure enough after about five minutes of running around she found one but was unable to open the door, finding it locked.

"Helloo --- Is anyone in there?" She asked, knocking on the door.

No one responded, but she heard ruffling and what sounded like her very own diaper tapes being removed on the inside. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked off to the side of the hallway to wait and peek at whomever was in the room. For two minutes the only sounds she could hear was that of a nearby classroom laughing at something inside and shortly after she heard herself peeing her diaper. As she heard the sound that was unmistakably that action, she looked and saw that her plastic pants were doing their job as they began to fill up with urine. All of the mess would have had to push it out. She was nearly at tears now and just as if on queue the person in the bathroom walked out. It was Sara.

Kimberly stayed quiet and as Sara walked to the other side of the hallway, Kim came across the corner and tip-toed into the bathroom trying to avoid leaking any pee into her shoes from the plastic pants. She got into the bathroom and locked the door, being hit by an unmistakable smell of a dirty diaper, but it was not hers. It was sitting in the over-sized trash can in the corner of the room along with a few other adult diapers and paper towels. Kim smiled to herself as she realized the reason Sara ran off was because she thought it was her own mess that she could smell, and apparently it was as well as her own but she was more than likely none the wiser. She slightly arched her back to remove her shoes as she did not want to criss cross her feet and risk spilling anything from the diaper and pant combination. She successfully removed her socks and shoes and placed them in the corner away from her. She tip toed across the room and stood right above the toilet and dropped her plastic pants. Most of the urine that was in it landed in the toilet, some falling to the other sides of the toilet but a much easier clean up than it could have been.

From there she practiced for the first time in a long time to remove her diaper and change herself. She hardly ever did it as her mom did most of her changes for her after spending the majority of the last two years at home nursing her body back to good health. As she had the both the pairs of pants off and the toilet clean she laid on the cold tiled ground in the bathroom and began to remove the tapes to her drowned diaper. As she began attacking the mess with her wipes she remembered to that night when she had the tragic car accident..

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Her dad was driving the family's Ranchero, a car they hardly took out but he insisted that they "go out in style" that night to the movies. It was the typical family night and it being Kim's turn to pick the activity she wanted to go see Step Up 2. On the way there, they seemed to hit pretty much every green light humanly possible and were making good time for the 7:05 showtime. As they got closer to the highway, Kim remembers tensing up. She was always scared of the on-ramp as there was always tons of traffic moving and it was always of concern to her. She relaxed as her dad was able to make the merge and was only a few exits away from the location. She remembered sighing as they were exiting the ramp with the theater directly in front of them when a big truck rear ended them and pushed them into the right-away ramp and they were swiped on by another vehicle. Her dads side took the entire blow, while her mother and herself were on the other side of the car. The entire vehicle shook and she blacked out. The last thing she remembered was getting the news that her dad did not make it from her mother who looked to be in perfect health outside of a few minor scratches and a cast. Being in a hospital bed looked down on by her mother was something she wouldn't be able to get off her find for a few months, especially with all of the pysical therapy she was going through trying to improve her leg strength. The doctors told her she suffered a minor lower spinal injury that would result in temporary loss of urinary and bowel control as well as little to no control over her legs. But with proper training, she would have control back.

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She snapped back into reality as she heard a loud bell ring over the speaker. The second class of the day was getting out and she was still covered in filth. She sped up her cleaning process and after about a solid twenty wipes she felt she might have been clean enough. She folded up her diaper and threw it in the trashcan, then laid back down on her second diaper. It was then that she noticed that she forgot to bring the powder that she had poured into her plastic pants to help the smell from coming out as she was rushing out of the house. She cursed herself for forgetting and knew she would not smell very good throughout the rest of the day, but at least she was somewhat fresher. She stood back up, laid her skirt back down and then assessed the damage. She knew the plastic pants would do more harm then foul at this point and decided to throw them away. They were smelly and soaked and she had a ton at home. She pulled down several paper towels from the rack and placed them over the messy diaper and plastic pants as an attempt to cover up her shame and put her shoes and socks back on. There was a lot of foot traffic outside and did not plan on braving the chance that some students would get curious and walk in after she left. She waited until the sound of the third bell sounded, announcing the start of the third class. She stepped outside, and went back down to the office.

"Hi, kimberly was it? What brings you back down, shouldn't you be in class?" she asked.

"Yes, but Sara wasn't able to show me around I think she had to use the restroom, and I never recieved my schedule so I'm not sure about where I need to go." Kim responded, looking puzzled.

"Give me one second, let me pull it up for you." the receptionist said, putting her fingers to work and creating an audible sigh of frustration.

"You are off to class 205b, chemistry with Coach Bazzle."

"Thanks! I appreciate your help. Can I have a pass for class?" Kimberly asked, and immediately recieved a pass and headed on her way. The rest of the day went relatively calm as compared to the excitement she faced at the beginning of the day. The two classes were mainly introductions to the class and pretests to see what the students already knew. Being home-schooled for the last two years, Kimberly knew a lot more information than a lot of the other kids because that was all she really could do for awhile was just read and retain information. A good perk in a bad situation, she thought. Her mind would drift off to Sara towards the end of the day and knew with an attitude like hers it might be a better idea to stay away from her. She just had to know, though, the reason behind her problems as well and imagined that it would start a really good friendship, or so she would hope.

With that thought, the final bell rang and she walked out to the front of the school where her mother was there waiting for her in the car with a warm smile.

[pampywamp]

cant wait to find out how things work out with sara,please continue soon

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"So how was your day?" Kim's mom asked as she sat in the car with a squish. It had been awhile until Kim had changed and the sound made that obvious. Her mom looked at her with a look of disapproval.

"It was pretty miserable at the start. I woke up late, messy again, and had some close uncomfortable calls. And don't look at me like that! I changed the second I got to school and had a chance that's why I am so wet now, I didn't bring an extra diaper." Kim replied.

Her mom smirked and shrugged her shoulders as they weaved through the oncoming load of students getting into their parents cars. As her mother drove, Kimberly's mind wandered onto her next day at school. She knew she wanted to confront Sara, but just didn't know how to do it lightly. It's not like she wanted to make her uncomfortable and make an enemy her second day back, but she wanted to make a friend. Going over situations in her head, she couldn't think of anyway to do that. A few minutes later, they were home.

"Kimbey honey please go get a diaper I'll change you in a second let me go change out of these clothes." Her mom said, still in her business attire from leaving work only minutes before picking Kim up from school. Kim moved quickly and went into her room. She loved the smell of her perfume combined with baby powder, as she was hit by it every time she would enter her room. She went over to the nightstand where she keeps most of her diapers and opened it up. Finding none in the top drawer, she slammed it and opened the lower. Frustration hit her spine and she screamed. Her mom came running.

"What's wrong!?" Her mom asked.

"I'm out mom! I didn't even realize this morning because you packed them for me. Why didn't you tell me?" Kim yelled in frustration, and quickly smiling afterwards realizing she was doing it. "Sorry, I'm just upset."

"Let's go run to the medical store real quick baby, I'm sorry." Her mom replied, grabbing her keys and purse off of the mantle in the living room.

"No, no, I'm sorry mom. Let me go. You just got home from work and changed I'll go get some and come home right away, I promise." Just getting her driving permit, she has always asked to go driving off alone. Her mom always says no, but she tries all the time. This time, though, there was a smile on her moms face.

"You're almost there honey. A few more months and you'll be 18 and you can legally do that. Quit pulling my chain and lets get going." Her mom replied, handing Kim the keys, making her smile in return. They rode down to the medical store down the street. Kimberly left the keys in the car and her mom inside it and began navigating the usual isles inside for her favorite diapers. She took but a minute to find the right one and bent down to pick them up. As she did, she immediately started leaking. She began to panic and with a three packs of diapers began to run to the checkout lady. Turning the corner of the shelves, she flew her arms upward sending her packages of diapers along with them, and falling flat on her back. Dazed, she quickly sat up in a puddle of quickly forming urine and started to gather her packages, apologizing over and over again to the person on the ground.

She stacked the diapers up and then went over to help the person up, still leaking onto the floor. Noticing first the obvious diapers through the other persons pants, she began to feel more comfortable.

"What the fuck!?" The person screamed, blowing her hair out of her face. It was then when both Kim and Sara realized who they were looking at. Sara almost spit when she started laughing at Kim's situation.

"I'm so sorry, shit please don't say anything at school." Kim quickly responded as Sara's laugh was dying off and she was trying to compose herself.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, I could have been in the same freakin' situation! Let me help you get those to the lady, I actually have a pair of pants in the car you can use." Sara replied, with probably one of the fakest smiles Kimberly has ever seen. Sara helped her get the diapers to the register and Kim paid the lady and they went back to the bathrooms and separate stalls. "Throw me your pants Kim i'll go get the others out of my car really quick." Kim knew better. She KNEW better. She was shaking her head as she was throwing them over the side of the stall.

"Come right back! My mom is right outside in the blue Camry give those to her." Kim replied against her better judgement. Sara said she'd take care of it and Kim began changing her diaper. She changed standing up and the wet diaper landed with a thud and splashed upwards with all the liquid still sitting on top of the padding. She jumped at the cold touch of the liquid and started wiping it all away, from her crotch to her legs. She started to really tear up and hate herself for being in this situation. She opened up the new pack of diapers she just bought and stood back against the stool wall to hold the back portion of her diaper in place as she brought the front half up and taped up the sides.

What felt to her like ten minutes passed and she still heard nothing and no one enter the stalls. She became impatient and had even started wetting herself again. She cursed herself as her cellphone was also in her wet pants that she handed to Sara. She knew she was screwed. On queue, she unlocked the stall door and began to creep out. She had the bags of diapers around her arms and had no free hand to do anything else. She attempted to cover herself up with the diaper packages but figured it pretty much defeated the purpose and just walked as quick as she could. Opening the girls bathroom entrance, she was greeted by the sound of a shutter and met Sara again, with a huge camera in hand.

"Look at the little girl! It would be a real shame if anyone at school would see you holding your packages of diapers in your wet diaper on my facebook." Sara smiled, laughing through the sentence. It did not seem like this day would be getting any better any time soon.

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Violently kicking and punching the air, Kim woke up sweating and crying in her bed. She sighed with relief and realization that she was silly. She looked down at her clock and saw that it was 2am and she was lying in a wet bed. Apparently some things from the dream came true.

She carefully slipped out of bed and grabbed her changing mat and laid it on the floor right in front of her bedside table where the diapers stay. She reached up and in while lying down, coming at the drawer at an odd angle. She could not reach a diaper. She stood up on her knees and looked in, seeing nothing.

Opening the bottom half of the table, she again found it empty. She started to freak. She grabbed her changing mat and wrapped it around her waist along with her leaking diaper in an attempt to keep from making the carpet wet and began to waddle to her mother's bedroom. Knocking lightly, she opened the door slowly and whispered her mom awake.

"Mom do you know where i have any diapers at?" Kim asked when her mom slowly opened her heavy eyes.

"Huh? Sweety... we went right after school...they are in the hall closet." Her mom mumbled, disoriented and almost drunkenly. A shiver went down Kims spine and she began to freak out. She thanked her mom and apologized and shut the door behind her. She was wide awake now and grabbed the packages of diapers and started organizing them in her drawers. Leaving one out, she changed her puddle of a diaper and threw out the changing mat along with it. Grabbing a pair of plastic pants with hello kitty over them and placing it over her hips, she began to go to work on her bed sheets.

Since she already had a plastic sheet on her mattress it was just a matter of wiping down the plastic with a towel and putting on new sheets. Afterwards she walked her wet sheets into the Laundry room starting a washing cycle. She walked back to her room and slammed face first into her bed.

Her mind wandered. Was her dream just a nightmare and nothing else or was she screwed? She knew one thing for sure, she had to confront Sara the second she gets a chance to.

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This was just a quick update on my cell.

[troubled]

Thinking of discontinuing story due to lack of interest. Is it poorly written? I see a lot more stories getting a lot more attention, will probably start writing something else. :[

[diaperedtina85]

please don't stop I see a few ways this story may go.

[warpiper]

seriously, people are reading it. It's a good story, don't stop now!

-piper

[Davinci2]

keep going.

[Summertime]

Thinking of discontinuing story due to lack of interest. Is it poorly written? I see a lot more stories getting a lot more attention, will probably start writing something else. :[

There are more stories that are better written, BUT DD has some amazing writers which is a hard act to follow. However the story is interesting and the characters, although only briefly introduced as you haven't written much yet appears to have depth and should give us good story to follow. Don't be disheartened by the lack of comments, many stories don't have comments just check the number of view which is an indication of people's interest.

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Ok. On vacation thus the reason behind cell update but will write more.

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Kim's mind raced as she sat in bed staring at the white ceiling. This wouldn't be the first time her imagination has gotten the better of her. Her dreams are always pretty detailed and normally directly correspond with her real life. It felt so real though, and remembered back to giving her pants over to Sara. She immediately jumped and looked at her charger and cellphone sitting on her bedside table next to her alarm. She remembers the cellphone being in the wet pants, and remembers waking up immediately after Sara belittled her. She powered her phone on and it seemed to work fine, and then popped the back and battery off checking her color indicators. Looked good. This allowed her to relax and drift peacefully off to sleep.

Her mom woke her up again a few hours before school but right on time for her moms' work schedule. Only slightly wet after waking up in the middle of the night last night to change, her mom left her diaper untouched.

"I will be at work a little late today sweetheart. Make sure you bring plenty of extra diapers so you don't have any problems walking home. Can't manage to get to school and pick you up." Her mom said, and Kim sighed and started to drift back to sleep, and then remembered yesterday before school. Instead, she shot up and walked her mom out of the house. They hugged a hearty goodbye and Kim began organizing her school work she got yesterday. Most of it was done but it was also not in the right folders so she dug through her backpack and got to work.

Afterwards, she got in the kitchen and made herself some classic bacon, eggs, and toast. She skipped out on milk and had orange juice instead as milk caused her to have some digestion issues and the last thing she wanted to do was end up in a messy diaper in her first class. Class, she thought, not aware of which ones she needed to go to for her "b" days. Great, another visit to the office where Sara would be sure to be waiting. At least she was going to meet her with a full stomach and light diaper. No smells and no concern. With that thought she changed her morning diaper and packed an extra three with her in her backpack and began the walk to school.

She left a good hour early from home and had no problem making it to school before the first bell, giving her time to walk into the front office. Sara was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging it off, she asked the receptionist what her b day schedule looked like. Promptly getting the information she needed, she began her walk to her first class of the day, history.

Making it early before the other students, she knocked on the locked door to Mrs.Zahori's class. No one answered, and she sat across the hall waiting patiently for the teacher to arrive. A few minutes passed, and a couple of other students started showing up seeing Kim on the ground and followed suit. Finally, two minutes later the teacher made it down the hallway dropping a couple of papers and frantically reaching for them as she continued to walk. Jiggling in her pockets for her keys with her free hand, she unlocked the door and invited her students in. Along with Kim, the other students trickled in until the warning bell dinged symbolizing the 7 minute period left to get to class, and as that time wound down and Mrs.Zalanaphanis was preparing to shut her door, a hand slid in and in walked Sara, apologetic for almost being late.

"I'm so sorry, it won't happen again Mrs.Z." She practically yelled, finding one of the remaining seats which happened to be directly in front of Kim. Kim practically growled, so much so that half of the class was looking at her. She smiled and changed her sights to her history teacher who was organizing the earlier dropped paper work.

"Ok class today we will be getting back into the habit.." Kim drifted off into her own imagination and again began to look at the back of Sara's head. She began to visualize it as a target and with her pencil in her hand came very close to releasing it like a torpedo. She knew she could not last passed the next class without knowing what took place yesterday after school.

While studying the back of Sara's head, she noticed an undeniable bouncing coming from it. Followed by a loud gurgling sound coming from her stomach. Kim smiled, she knew what was close many times with her experience. As if on queue, Sara's hand flew into the air and the teacher nodded in her direction.

"May i please go use the restroom?" Sara asked pleadingly.

"Miss Harren you had very literally all of your day so far to get that taken care of. My class just started and i will not have you interrupting it. You will be excused at the end of class like everyone else." Mrs.Z responded and Kim almost exploded with laughter and Sara whipped around with a mean stare. After connecting with Kim, she turned back in her seat facing forward and tried to focus on the notes on the subject at hand.

Kim did not care what "actually" took place after school now. She knew what was about to take place. She began to focus back on class and waited. Once more she witnessed a distinct bouncing and with it no longer a gurgling of a stomach but more of a plopping. Sara was messing herself right in front of Kim. She even began to lead forward and a few very feint farts could be heard coming from her and the smell, however light, was a tell all sign to Kim that everything she thought was happening was in fact taking place.

Kim dropped her flip flop from her right foot and stretched her leg to Sara's seat. Sara let loose some more and realized she was off of her chair and started to sit back when she landed squarely on Kim's foot. Before Sara had time to respond, Kim pushed up into Sara's diaper and skirt combination and felt the mess press against her butt.

With the added embarrassment, Sara leaped out of her chair leaving her bag behind with tears rolling down her cheeks and Kim followed behind her with her backpack in hand, mentioning to the teacher that they would be right back.

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Edited a bit. What do you guys think?

[Diapered_Ed]

Hmmm, what next.......

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Kim followed Sara stealthily once she left class. Sara was weaving through hallways with a very clear rustle with every step she took. She ran up to the second flight of stairs and while in process of climbing stop dead in her tracks, and Kim stopped behind a wall, listening to what was the sound of grunting and pushing. Sara was pushing more out into her now very soiled diaper. Loud grumbling and farting came from her diaper and Kim watched on as Sara almost fell down the flight of stairs. Regaining balance and composure, she continued to walk at a brisk pace and continued to unload in her about-to-burst diaper. As she was out of sight Kim came out from behind the wall and quickly tracked up the stairs and saw Sara just as she walked into the second floor handicap stall.

Kim cursed herself for being too slow to get behind her as now she was sure her chance to get embarrassing evidence of Sara in diapers as well was lost. A cloud of emotions frolicked through her mind and most of all being anger, but she still had to try. She took her "htc phone," as she called it, out of her pocket and turned on the video camera. Starting the recording function, she whispered into the camera.

"Okay guys, Kim here, I was just in history class and I saw miss Sara Harren literally pooping a diaper in class! She ran out and I chased after her and just had to get footage and let all of you see too." While she was talking she was walking closer to the bathroom door, and now she was there and she turned the knob. She slammed her shoulder into it and luck was with her! It was unlocked! She flew straight in and was greeted with a very saggy, messy brown diapered end just about to be taken off. Kim snapped some pictures from within the video she was recording and with each picture she took a distinct shutter sound was made and Sara stared blankly at what was taking place. Her counterpart was laughing and could barely hold the camera still at this point and put it away, locking the door behind her and throwing her bag down with a "thud."

"What do you remember from yesterday?" Kim asked Sara bluntly, now with a lot more attitude. Sara had tears streaming down her face and down her shirt. She continued to fart and fill her diaper even now after everything had taken place. She was shocked and had no idea what to say or do. Kim asked again, this time in Sara's face.

"I... I don't even....know what you are talking about." Sara replied, wiping away tears and sniffling making her sentence increasingly difficult to understand.

"Where were you after school yesterday?!" Kim yelled waving her arms above her head. Sara cried as a newborn would when separated by its mother, handing over her iphone to Kim. Kim immediately flipped to her camcorder and watched the latest video, not seeing what she expected at all. She watched herself at the cash register, buying a few packages of diapers with what was obviously a leaking diaper. Nothing took place but when it was Sara's turn to buy she handed over the same brand of diaper to the cashier and just asked about Kim: how often she came by, if she knew anything about her. Basic stuff like that. She turned off the camera after zooming in on Kim's butt. All-in-all, it seemed to her like it was more of a fascination than anything brutal. Maybe a little bit creepy.

After watching the video, Sara's tears were subsiding and was just watching for a response. Kim almost looked as if she wanted to apologize.

"Why do you wear them? The diapers. Do you need them?" Kim asked, looking for justification.

"Not always...I have always had a bit of a loose bowel issue. Normally I can control it and can wear just something small to protect my panties or from accidents, but I've had a real bug recently and haven't been able to hold anything because it's all runny." Sara replied, holding a hand over her mouth realizing she just said all of that to someone who was practically a complete stranger. Kim again looked sad.

"I have never met anyone like me before. I mean you have less problems than I do but you wear diapers man. That's freakin' cool. I mean, obviously not cool, but cool you know? Sorry, I don't mean to go on, I'm so wired and I'm so sorry. I had this crazy dream last night and when I saw you messing in class I just had a desire to get even with you for that dream. I knew it was a dream but I wasn't sure and I didn't want you to be all defensive like you were in the office yesterday. I'm sorry. Seriously. Let me make it up to you." Kim said, with probably the fastest sentence ever said in high school history. "Lay down."

Sara responded with a face that is difficult to describe and can most easily be described to a pugs when they are sleeping. A pure look of confusion and distrust. Kim pulled her cellphone back out from her pocket and showed Sara the recording, then watched as she deleted it.

"I mean it, I am sorry. Let me change you."

Very carefully, Sara began to throw the rest of her clothes including her shoes to the side of the bathroom similar to how Kim did earlier. She noted this and figured it was probably because Sara had a lot more experience then she let on. As she was naked save her very full diaper and her shirt which now rose to just cover her perky breasts, Kim began to open her own backpack and took out a diaper along with her wipes and powder (which she remembered to pack today) and went to work. After about fifteen solid wipes the mess was gone and she felt like the job was done. Sara had just been staring at the ceiling the entire time, and Kim asked her to pick her butt up as she removed the old diaper, threw it in the trash can, and put the new one in its place. When she did, their eyes met and caught a solid glance for a good few seconds, and while however awkward, it also felt like a spark. Kim moved on and rolled up the filthy diaper and went on to powder up Sara's backside, almost jumping at the cold penetration of the powder on her previously-warmed skin.

When she was applying the powder, Kimberly could not help but notice when she applied the first "poof" of power into Sara's nether region that the powder changed coloration from a snow white to more of a faded grey, as if it was wet. Sara was wet, and turned on by the entire process. She ignored it, and applied a few more poofs and taped up her diaper.

"All done! Feel better?" Kim asked, cheery and still with a bit of an apologetic tone. Sara sat up and shrugged, giving a bit of a lopsided duck lip look to Kim. "Oh come on, I deserve to be let off the hook! Its not like I made you fill the diaper, I just filmed it and then deleted it! Aaaaaand then I even changed you! I have never done that before for anyone but me.." Sara said nothing, but got on her knees and thrust her face at Kim's and pecked her on the lips with hers. Kim just sat silent and even had a bit of a tear in her eye, but mainly for embarrassment. Sara said nothing else and quickly threw on her clothes and thanked Kim for her help. Perfect timing too, as the bell for the end of the first class of the day and the start of the second came together. Meaning they had seven minutes to get to their next class. Sara left first, and Kim was still sitting on the floor of the bathroom looking dumbfounded.

She lazily stood up, zipped up her backpack and threw on some paper towels on the trash can where Sara's messy diaper now sat. She pushed her backpack onto her back and started washing her hands, thinking of what excuse to give Mrs.Z to get into that class to get her book and notepad which she left behind.

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Thoughts :] ?

[Sarah Penguin]

Interesting. Will be looking for more. If you're looking for story ideas may I suggest penguins, they make eberyfing cuter

[troubled]

Kim hastily began to make her way to Mrs.Z's class. She knocked on the open door almost as a 'can I come in' gesture and received the head nod from the teacher, who was sitting against the table which held the projector in place. Kim did not know what to say and already saw Sara's stuff gone, so she assumed the story whatever it may be, has been told. She walked over to her classroom desk and picked up her notebook, backpack and hardly used pencil sitting in its designed pencil slot. Mrs.Z stood up as she was practically running out of the room,

"I hope you know that I know what is going on between you two. I don't think I need to say any more but if I see anything else like that happen in my class I will make an example out of you both. I can safely assume this will not happen again?"

"Yes Mrs.Z, I promise it will not happen again." Kim responded with a big, awkwardly shaped smile. With that, she stepped out in the hallway and followed her schedule to gym in her now sagging pamper. 'Crappy day to start gym class' she thought to herself. She stifled a laugh a little bit after the incident with Sara. She opened the clunky push-in door that led to the gym to see an already full class sitting on the risers with the gym teacher, Coach Battle, across the room. Kim slipped in and sat on the second row of the risers just below the majority of the class with a bit of a "mush" of a sound. Sitting down she blushed as she felt the very warm feeling of more urine coming out and not soaking in but sitting, much like a clogged sink would sit while it waits on room to clear up. She looked down to look signs of leaking but saw none. She knew very well that this meant she could not move or budge for at least five solid minutes without risking the diaper leaking. She just needed to buy time for the padding to accept the overload and she could slip out when class started to get a change.

She released her backpack behind her and it sunk with some of the students feet. She looked around for familiar faces, mainly Sara's, and did not see one. In a way, she was sort of relieved. She did not know what to say or even if she wanted to say anything to her. She did not think of girls like that...and only changed her out of remorse. On the flip-side though, she really wanted to be her friend and did not want to let her down. Coach Battle spoke up and began to call names off of his new class. Kim was ready to respond quickly, but he was one of those teachers, or coaches who decided it would be a 'cool' change of pace to call last names by reverse alphabetical order. So she had to wait until the last three names were called,

"Belle, Kimberly Belle?"

"Here!" Kim yelped, jumping out of her day dream. She pushed her hand down to her diapered area right behind this students head and felt for moisture. It seemed to be clearing up, and nothing had yet come out. She sighed of relief, and at the same time felt her stomach gurgling. Kim swallowed hard. 'Bad timing, bad timing, bad timing.' She thought, completely aware she might have thirty minutes before that gurgling becomes something else and with her diaper in the condition that it was in, she would not be able to hide any form of bowel movement from anyone. She already thought she could smell her pee-soaked diaper, and she could never smell them until they were drooping beyond belief. Again, she snapped out of her day dream to pay attention to the objective for the class.

"...so its a little bit different but its mainly to keep everyone safe. The school districts don't like us playing it anymore and I know that will disappoint a lot of you but I will work with other coaches in the area to see if we can come up with another form of the game to keep everyone happy. Instead, today we'll do more of a free day. Most of you shouldn't have any homework with it being the first day in school so I'm just going to take pretty much all of the balls we have locked up and let them loose. I'm gonna work on the agenda for the coming weeks and if anyone has any suggestions come talk to me. Everyone stay out of trouble and the bathrooms are right down the hall."

With that, the coach wheeled what almost looked like a gigantic wheelbarrow, but it was cloth instead of metal, and began to remove basketballs, footballs, volleyballs, soccer balls. Pretty much anything you can think of sports related and the kids on the risers jumped at the opportunity. Kim just sighed with the announcement of bathrooms being down the hall and carefully adjusted her plastic panties and her cotton underwear much higher on her waist as she stood up and walked to the coach. She pulled her skirt down fuller and ran her fingers along the bottom of the hem to feel for her diaper and she felt nothing. She was confident that she pulled her panties up high enough and reached the Coach Battle.

"Coach is it cool if I run to get freshened up really quick? Five minutes?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. Don't make it any longer though, if I don't see you come back I'll re-call roll and mark you absent." He responded, not looking up from his work.

Kim thanked him and went back to the risers to grab her bag when Coach Battle looked up.

"Hold on, I don't need you leaving with anything. Can't just let you disappear." He stated.

"Coach it's not like that...I've got to take care of 'girl stuff', you know." She replied, with that same awkward smile and a pleading look.

"I'm sorry but you can just take it out of your bag and go down the hall. No big deal, I'll even look the other way." He replied, turning his back. Kim was out of ideas, she was sure that would work. She quickly dropped her bag and unzipped it, removing the diaper and stuffing it under her shirt. She grabbed the powder and high tailed it out of the door, her butt swaying with the diaper as she jogged, forgetting completely about closing up her backpack.

She only had to walk down the hallway for thirty seconds to see signs for the womens restroom. She booked across the corner and headbutted someone coming out of the same time. Kim flashed back to her dream and saw it all happening again, this time at school. Groggy and sitting on her now leaking diaper, she quickly sat up and came face to face with her victim.

"I'm so sorry, I had to go to the restroom so bad I didn't think I'd run into anyone." Kim apologized, tears swelling standing in a now puddle of urine. She cursed pulling up her plastic pants from earlier, that always leads to more leaks.

"Looks like you didn't make it..." the student replied, with a dead serious face on. "Is this yours?" She questioned, bending down in her school-girl style skirt to pick up Kim's now lifeless diaper.

Kim began to ball. The student's eyes went wide and pulled her aside and into the restroom.

[Sarah Penguin]

Kim hastily began to make her way to Mrs.Z's class. She knocked on the open door almost as a 'can I come in' gesture and received the head nod from the teacher, who was sitting against the table which held the projector in place. Kim did not know what to say and already saw Sara's stuff gone, so she assumed the story whatever it may be, has been told. She walked over to her classroom desk and picked up her notebook, backpack and hardly used pencil sitting in its designed pencil slot. Mrs.Z stood up as she was practically running out of the room,

"I hope you know that I know what is going on between you two. I don't think I need to say any more but if I see anything else like that happen in my class I will make an example out of you both. I can safely assume this will not happen again?"

"Yes Mrs.Z, I promise it will not happen again." Kim responded with a big, awkwardly shaped smile. With that, she stepped out in the hallway and followed her schedule to gym in her now sagging pamper. 'Crappy day to start gym class' she thought to herself. She stifled a laugh a little bit after the incident with Sara. She opened the clunky push-in door that led to the gym to see an already full class sitting on the risers with the gym teacher, Coach Battle, across the room. Kim slipped in and sat on the second row of the risers just below the majority of the class with a bit of a "mush" of a sound. Sitting down she blushed as she felt the very warm feeling of more urine coming out and not soaking in but sitting, much like a clogged sink would sit while it waits on room to clear up. She looked down to look signs of leaking but saw none. She knew very well that this meant she could not move or budge for at least five solid minutes without risking the diaper leaking. She just needed to buy time for the padding to accept the overload and she could slip out when class started to get a change.

She released her backpack behind her and it sunk with some of the students feet. She looked around for familiar faces, mainly Sara's, and did not see one. In a way, she was sort of relieved. She did not know what to say or even if she wanted to say anything to her. She did not think of girls like that...and only changed her out of remorse. On the flip-side though, she really wanted to be her friend and did not want to let her down. Coach Battle spoke up and began to call names off of his new class. Kim was ready to respond quickly, but he was one of those teachers, or coaches who decided it would be a 'cool' change of pace to call last names by reverse alphabetical order. So she had to wait until the last three names were called,

"Belle, Kimberly Belle?"

"Here!" Kim yelped, jumping out of her day dream. She pushed her hand down to her diapered area right behind this students head and felt for moisture. It seemed to be clearing up, and nothing had yet come out. She sighed of relief, and at the same time felt her stomach gurgling. Kim swallowed hard. 'Bad timing, bad timing, bad timing.' She thought, completely aware she might have thirty minutes before that gurgling becomes something else and with her diaper in the condition that it was in, she would not be able to hide any form of bowel movement from anyone. She already thought she could smell her pee-soaked diaper, and she could never smell them until they were drooping beyond belief. Again, she snapped out of her day dream to pay attention to the objective for the class.

"...so its a little bit different but its mainly to keep everyone safe. The school districts don't like us playing it anymore and I know that will disappoint a lot of you but I will work with other coaches in the area to see if we can come up with another form of the game to keep everyone happy. Instead, today we'll do more of a free day. Most of you shouldn't have any homework with it being the first day in school so I'm just going to take pretty much all of the balls we have locked up and let them loose. I'm gonna work on the agenda for the coming weeks and if anyone has any suggestions come talk to me. Everyone stay out of trouble and the bathrooms are right down the hall."

With that, the coach wheeled what almost looked like a gigantic wheelbarrow, but it was cloth instead of metal, and began to remove basketballs, footballs, volleyballs, soccer balls. Pretty much anything you can think of sports related and the kids on the risers jumped at the opportunity. Kim just sighed with the announcement of bathrooms being down the hall and carefully adjusted her plastic panties and her cotton underwear much higher on her waist as she stood up and walked to the coach. She pulled her skirt down fuller and ran her fingers along the bottom of the hem to feel for her diaper and she felt nothing. She was confident that she pulled her panties up high enough and reached the Coach Battle.

"Coach is it cool if I run to get freshened up really quick? Five minutes?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. Don't make it any longer though, if I don't see you come back I'll re-call roll and mark you absent." He responded, not looking up from his work.

Kim thanked him and went back to the risers to grab her bag when Coach Battle looked up.

"Hold on, I don't need you leaving with anything. Can't just let you disappear." He stated.

"Coach it's not like that...I've got to take care of 'girl stuff', you know." She replied, with that same awkward smile and a pleading look.

"I'm sorry but you can just take it out of your bag and go down the hall. No big deal, I'll even look the other way." He replied, turning his back. Kim was out of ideas, she was sure that would work. She quickly dropped her bag and unzipped it, removing the diaper and stuffing it under her shirt. She grabbed the powder and high tailed it out of the door, her butt swaying with the diaper as she jogged, forgetting completely about closing up her backpack.

She only had to walk down the hallway for thirty seconds to see signs for the womens restroom. She booked across the corner and headbutted someone coming out of the same time. Kim flashed back to her dream and saw it all happening again, this time at school. Groggy and sitting on her now leaking diaper, she quickly sat up and came face to face with her victim.

"I'm so sorry, I had to go to the restroom so bad I didn't think I'd run into anyone." Kim apologized, tears swelling standing in a now puddle of urine. She cursed pulling up her plastic pants from earlier, that always leads to more leaks.

"Looks like you didn't make it..." the student replied, with a dead serious face on. "Is this yours?" She questioned, bending down in her school-girl style skirt to pick up Kim's now lifeless diaper.

Kim began to ball. The student's eyes went wide and pulled her aside and into the restroom.

Oh noes! How terrible!

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The student was practically dragging Kim into the showers at this point, diaper in hand. Kim had tears oozing down her cheeks and her white oxford shirt was now opaque with the combination of tears and urine. The student let Kim plop into the middle of the shower room and ran back to lock the bathroom door. Kim had her back on the ground and was just letting the stress of everything overtake her. She cricked her neck when the mystery student came back around and could only see someone drowning as her tears now dominated her eyes.

"Please. Stop crying! I am a friend! Sara told me about what you did for her earlier, I'm her sister!" The student practically screamed, primarily out of frustration. Kim began the sniffles and started rubbing the tears out of her eyes. She looked down at herself and saw nothing but a mess. Her stomach rumbled again, reminding her of the next problem. "I know that sound, you need to get this other diaper on now. Do you want me to help?"

"No.." Kim sniffled again, "Please, thank you but no. I can take care of it. Anyway you can get me some kind of clothes though?" Kim cried, batting her soaked eyelashes at Sara's sister.

"Yeah, let me go run to my gym locker. I have some gym clothes you can throw on real quick." Kim shot her a look of worry, "Don't worry, the bottoms are sweats, they will protect your secret pretty decently. The shirt will also be bigger on you too, you'll be okay. The name is Madeline, sorry we couldn't meet under better scenarios." She smiled, sticking out her hand. Kim embraced it with her own and Madeline walked in the other direction. Kim swung into action and walked over to where the floor drain was located. She dropped her plastic pants without thinking about it and urine flew out hitting her sneakers and socks. Unconcerned, she removed those next and then her skirt and shirt, leaving only her diaper and bra left standing. Her hips swung again as she walked with her clothes in hand and dumped them in the trash can. She removed the tapes of the diaper as she heard the sounds of a locker shutting.

Her diaper hit the ground with a thud and she bolted over to the showers, turning the knob to start the freezing water and closing the small curtain provided. She quickly rubbed her skin having no soap around just to feel fresh and turned the knob back off. She peered around the curtain assuring herself that the coast was clear and jolted to grab the diaper that was sitting on the floor where she left it. She quickly ran to the nearby bathroom stall and locked it just as Madeline turned the corner bearing gifts. She quickly pulled up the diaper between her legs and taped them up with precision and when she felt a snug fit she reached for the clothes that Madeline threw on the stall door. She easily slipped into the baggy sweat pants and large shirt. Kim was quite a bit on the skinny side and Madeline was more or less on the "healthy" side of life. Not too big, not too small, more of a thickness to her that allowed Kim to feel quite small in her clothes.

Kim unlocked the stall and walked out to a now staring Madeline.

"Wow. Didn't realize they'd look so big on you." Madeline stated. "I guess it's a good thing. Can't tell you're wearing anything. Kim walked over to the mirror, barefoot. "Can hear pretty easily though. I texted Sara, she said she'd be down here in a second. Let me see if I have some flip flops in my locker." She walked away again as Kim was still staring in the mirror, quietly observing her now ruined makeup. She began to touch up her face as she heard someone fumbling with the locker room door.

"Who is it?" Kim called, heart jumping in her chest.

"Is that Kim? It's Coach Battle, just checking on you, you have been gone for a minute and you left your bag open in the gym. Having trouble changing?" He called from the other side, almost with a cocky chuckle. Kim blushed and cursed herself for being so dumb. She unlocked the door and snatched the bag from his hands.

"Did anyone notice?" She asked, tears forming up yet again.

"No, you left your bag just under the bleachers and I looked for your bag when you didn't come back for ten minutes. You know you can tell the nurses office if you have any sort of...condition right. And you can get all kinds of passes for times like these." The coach smirked again.

"I'm trying to keep it quiet, thank you. I will be out in a few minutes and back in class." Kim replied, a loud fart emitting from her backside after the statement, almost as if giving her last words attitude. Kim shut the door in the coaches face out of embarrassment and saw Madeline staring at her with pink flip flops in her hand. "Sweet! Was worried I'd have to go to the lost and found or something." Kim jumped forward with crinkles as she walked thanking Madeline as she stepped into them after being dropped. "And you're right, this isn't going to work. I need some kind of underwear to stifle this sound."

"Sara just texted me back, told me one of the security bimbos stopped her in the hallway and brought her to the office. You may have to deal with it for a bit. I've got some change you can throw in your pocket for now if you'd like." Madeline offered, dragging about two dollars in change out of her pockets. "Should work," she shrugged. Kim dropped the mixture of quarters, dimes and pennies in both of her pockets to even out the weight. She walked around some more, hearing mainly just the giggling of change.

"It'll work, that in combination with my backpack I should be good to go. Thank you soooooo much Maddy. Can I call you Maddy?" Kim asked.

"Of course that's what all my girlfriends call me. I have to get back to cheer now, we were on a short break. My sis said she doesn't have your number, can we exchange really quick?" Maddy asked. Kim exchanged numbers and Madeline walked out of the room right as Kim let another very muffled fart escape her. She was surprised nothing else has happened yet and was even worried she might be constipated after yesterday. She stared at herself in the mirror seeing a very different girl, instead of in a confident oxford white shirt and black skirt she was now in a very over-sized pair of gray sweat pants and a blue t shirt that read "Seguin Cougars" with a cougar practically jumping off of the shirt. Zipping up her backpack and straddling it with her shoulders, she sighed and started walking her way back to gym class. The coach head nodded at her re-entry and she walked to the very top of the bleachers and sat relieved. She only had an hour left in this class and had lunch to go to next. Afterwards she'd have one class and then as a technical senior she'd have a free period, being able to leave school somewhat early.

She removed her backpack and opened it, checking to see if there was any more mischief than the coach led on. No students seemed to take notice of her re-entry with different clothes, or any notice at all for that matter. She looked in her bag and saw everything as she left it, save there were no diapers in the bag. She began to shift through her books and her notebooks to see if it slid into there with no luck. It had simply disappeared. She shot a look back over to the coach who was still smirking, but face down working on his paperwork. Now Kim was hoping she truly was constipated, so she could make it through the second meal of the day with a clean diaper. As if she was a mind reader (maybe she was), Sara texted Kim.

"Hey girl, is everything ok? My sister told me you had an awful time in the locker rooms." Kim felt her worry wash away and goosebumps overtook her skin.

"Everything is better now. Missing my last you know what and I think this coach took it." Kim replied, apparently Sara wasn't doing anything in class either as her replies were immediate.

"What? That's crazy. I owe you one for earlier too because I didn't bring any extras today. I thought my bug was going away, lol. Do you have lunch next period?"

"Yea, then I've got math and im home free. u?" Kim replied. Took a few minutes for the next text and Kim assessed her surroundings while she was waiting. The firmness of the bleachers made her feel safe from any sort of bowel movement. She looked up at the clock and only five minutes passed and she continued to pass gas, only being able to tell because of the rumbling on the bleachers.

"Same here. Want to go to my house after? I can drive and I have plenty of stuff at the house. Pls." Sara asked.

"Sounds like fun, will c u at lunch." Kim replied, pocketing her phone and bringing her attention back to her bag, starting to work on the history work from earlier. Basic fill in the blank as you read the chapter sort of thing, nothing too rough for the first day there. She hoped it would stay at that level, as she did not know how sufficient the first three years of homeschooling would be. Math would be her biggest test, and that was the last class of the day.

The clock ticked down and the bell for first lunch rang. Kim packed her backpack back up and waited for the majority of the students to clear out before making her way down the bleachers to risk anyone noticing the sound. She shot a look back at the coach and the coach just winked at her as she walked. 'The nerve' she thought, walking down the hallway among the other students, 'what gives him the right?' she knew the answer, he had none and she could very much get him in trouble. But she did not want making anything known to anyone in school excluding the two students who knew now. While she was moving, she felt an immediate pain in her stomach. Writhing pain. She stopped walking and almost threw up. The pain subsided and she began to walk faster. Now she knew for sure, she was constipated and felt heat rise to her face. Nothing good could come out of this.

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If you enjoy the story so far, please leave me comments, encouragement, and criticism. I want to hear it all :]

[thong5]

I like your story so far, keep t up.

[Sarah Penguin]

Poor girl. Constipated in school! That's not going to make her life any easier.

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Thank you guys. Will start on the end of chapter one and the start of 2 here shortly.

[Diapered_Ed]

Another bad day at school, but at least she made 2 friends(?) and what about that coach...... Guess I'll have to wait for the next update....