Cloth Diapers & Panties

Emma goes back to classes after lunch and everything seems as normal as it always is for her, until she has an unexpected run in with someone. ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- When the bell rang, I made my way back to the classroom along with my friends. My envy of Nicole’s writing wasn’t helped by Zoe constantly making a big deal out of how good it was on the way back to the room. I slouched alongside them trying to feel happy for my friend but secretly asking myself why I was incapable of doing the same thing. “Have you seen this?” Zoe said as she held the paper out towards me. “Yes.” I replied unenthusiastically. “It’s not THAT good.” Nicole replied. I wondered if she knew that her self-effacing words only made me more annoyed. “It really is!” Zoe said, “You can make out all the letters and everything!” I was grateful when we reached our classroom. We were supposed to have our pacifiers in our mouths when we walked in which meant Zoe wouldn’t be able to continue gushing about Nicole’s achievements. The familiar latex taste invaded my tongue as I walked through the door into the room. “Come on, girls.” Mr. Smith said as he held the door open, “We have a busy afternoon ahead of us.” I thought about sarcastically asking if we were going to be studying history or doing some complex math, but I decided I didn’t need to start the afternoon with a spanking. I wasn’t kept in suspense for long anyway. The kitchen area had ingredients set up and small portable ovens with cooking hobs were set up around the room. “This afternoon you’ll be learning something very important for all of you to know.” Mr. Smith said solemnly, “How to bake your man a delicious cake.” I rolled my eyes. But didn’t say anything. One benefit of the pacifiers intended to keep us all quiet was that I could let my frustrations out by angrily chewing on the mouth-filling bulb. We were all gathered around the teacher’s table. Mr. Smith wasn’t exactly certain of what he was doing, he was a man after all, it wasn’t like he had a lot of experience cooking. He followed the instructions of a book as he showed up what to do. I felt quite sure that most of the girls around me would be able to bake a better cake already, most were taught this stuff at home. “Off you go.” Mr. Smith said as he placed his rather untidy looking effort into the oven, “Work in pairs.” It was always awkward having a group of three friends and having to work in pairs. One of would have to be left out. Fortunately, Nicole suggested we work together which meant it was Zoe who had to find a partner. Since she was the most outgoing of us it made sense. For the next few minutes, we started the first steps of baking a cake. Nicole looked rather uncomfortable. After I had tried to crack an egg three times and had only ended up making a mess of the table, she reached over and did it for me. “I’m sorry.” Nicole said quietly. “What for?” I replied. “The writing and stuff.” Nicole said, “I know you want to-…” “Don’t worry about it.” I quickly said. “But-…” Nicole looked genuinely apologetic. “Dwelling on it isn’t going to make the situation better.” I shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll get it.” Nicole said with a smile. I tried to return the friendly expression, but I wasn’t sure I managed it. To be frank, I didn’t know if I would get any better, certainly not any time soon. I couldn’t even do a lot of the cooking as my hands were just so sluggish and didn’t want to do what my brain told them to do. It wasn’t long into the lesson, perhaps only ten or fifteen minutes, when I felt a sinking feeling in my lower tummy. I closed my eyes and knew what was coming. It seemed a cruel joke that it didn’t happen just a few minutes earlier when I could’ve gone to the nurse without causing a scene. As I watched Nicole stirring the bowl of ingredients in front of us, I bent my knees. A second later my diaper was heavier, sagging with the contents of what had formerly been in my bowels. I closed my eyes and felt disgust roil up inside me. I hated this feeling more than any other. Nothing was more uncomfortable, not to mention how it reminded me of my place as a glorified baby. Nicole was speaking but I didn’t hear what she said. My eyes were watering, and I felt my face turning red. “Emma?” Nicole said. I looked up. She had a friendly smile on her face, a sympathetic one, “I think you should see Mr. Smith.” I just nodded as a tear leaked down my cheeks. I was trying to maintain my dignity by not bursting into tears, but it was difficult, it felt like there was a stone in my throat. I put down the instructions that I’d been holding, about the only thing I could do to help was read them, and waddled towards Mr. Smith who was sitting at his desk looking bored. “I… I…” I was finding it hard to get the words. After a couple of false starts they rushed out just as quick as my accident had done, “I need to see the nurse.” I could see Mr. Smith’s face twist in disgust as I drew near. He was taking a permission slip from the pile and filling it out before I’d even opened my mouth. It was handed to me in silence, and I went back to grab my backpack. Whilst the school did provide diapers they weren’t as good as the ones my parents bought so they often packed some for me. Usually I didn’t bother using them, a diaper is a diaper to me, none are better than any other and they all represented failure and weakness, however going home in a school diaper risked a spanking for “wasting school resources.” “See you in a bit.” Nicole said. I didn’t respond. I waddled awkwardly to the door trying to keep my skin from touching the mess in my diaper. I kept my head bowed. I felt like everyone in the room was judging me even though they all did the same thing every day. I was supposed to better than them, more grown up. Once out in the quiet hallway I felt a little relief at being away from prying eyes. I let the pacifier that had been in my mouth the whole lesson drop and dangle from the front of my childish outfit. Starting down the corridor I heard snippets of lessons happening in other rooms. A few were kindergarten classes for other grades of girls but the others, they were altogether more interesting. I couldn’t linger right at the door because of the windows but I stopped just to the side of one door and listened intently. Inside, it seemed to be a biology lesson, discussing cells. I felt jealous, how I wished I could be in there learning how the world worked. I moved down the corridor to the next door and stopped. It was a history lesson, and I could hear them discussing a civil war. I never lingered outside a classroom for long, as soon I was in one place for enough time that the air around me became contaminated I moved on. I was just about to walk away from a class that was teaching English when I heard a voice shouting. “Hey!” I froze in place and turned to see a young man, probably several grades below me, hurrying over. The sash going diagonally across his chest marked him out as a hall monitor, “What are you doing out of class?” “I need to see the nurse.” I replied quietly. He didn’t need me to speak. When he drew close, I saw his face twist with disgust at the smell. Every single movement was spreading the mess in my diaper, and I was desperate to get changed. “Do you have a pass?” He asked. His mouth twisting into a sneer, a mixture of enjoying his power over me and disgust. I quickly held out the slip of paper I had been given. The jobsworth hall monitor took it from me and examined every detail, clearly he was just looking for a way to punish me. After being left disappointed he handed the slip back to me. “Get a move on.” The boy said, “No hanging around.” I turned away but before I had a chance to take a step I felt his hand slap into the back of my diaper. Inside I could feel the mess I had been desperately trying to keep away from my skin spread all over me. I froze in place and cringed as he chuckled to himself and sauntered away. I wanted to go after him. I wanted to grab him and demand an apology. Better yet, I wanted to grab him and shove him against the lockers. I felt so angry and seethed with a need for revenge. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath that shook with the sobs that were fighting to get out. There was nothing I could do. If I so much as looked at the boy, the wrong way it would be me getting in trouble. It was almost worth it though. With fresh tears springing to my eyes, I waddled at almost running speed down the hallway away from the asshole with the sash. I turned a corner as I looked back to make sure the monitor was gone and immediately ran into something hard that knocked me backwards. I stumbled as I struggled to stay upright, and my bag fell from my shoulders as I went down. I knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it. I landed on the hand floor in a sitting position making the mess in my diaper a hundred times worse. It was so gross. Tears threatened to stream down my face as I fought to hold back my emotions. More than embarrassment or sadness, I was angry. Furious that my poopy diaper, something I loathed to begin with, had become so much more horrid. Regardless of the chance for punishment I had to vent my spleen. “Why don’t you watch where you’re go-…” The words died in my throat as I opened my eyes. Standing over me, looking slightly surprised but otherwise untouched by our collision, was Jacob. Of all the people in the school to run into I couldn’t believe it was him. I found that I no longer could finish my sentence. “I’m so sorry, let me help you up.” Jacob said as he reached down. Still angry I batted his hands away and rolled over. As I pushed myself up, I realised that I was sticking my heavily soiled rear in the air showing off a diaper that was both sticking uncomfortably to my skin and clearly full. I winced and didn’t dare turn around. I felt so ashamed of letting Jacob see me in this state, I wanted to tell him I was better than this, that I could “grow up” and be independent despite it all. But why did I want to say that? Jacob was just some dumb guy. Sure, he was attractive, but he was still a man. He was still someone with power over me simply because of the body he was born with. Why should I explain myself or care what he thought of me? It was probably better if he thought I was disgusting, maybe then he’d leave me alone. “Emma, wasn’t it?” Jacob said, making no comment of my obviously stinky underwear. The smell was impossible not to notice, I was surprised he hadn’t left me in the hall. “Yes.” I replied shortly. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want him to see my blushing face. “Sorry, I must not have seen you.” Jacob said, “Here, let me help you with your bag.” I looked down to the side where my backpack had fallen open, some items had slipped out of it and I closed my eyes again, cursing my never-ending bad luck. The top of the diaper I was to be changed into was visible, though that shouldn’t have surprised him, along with some pens, pencils, and a book. “To Kill a Mockingbird?” Jacob said with surprise as he handed me my bag and looked at the book. “And?” I asked with hostility borne at least partly for my feelings for all men. “I’m just surprised.” Jacob smiled. I saw those rows of perfect teeth. They were just making me angrier. “Believe it or not, I can read.” I snatched the book and put it back in my bag. “I have no doubt of that.” Jacob said, “You seem like a smart woman.” Now THAT made me pause. I could probably count the number of times I’d been called a woman rather than a girl on one hand. I could feel myself flushing again but shook it off, it was just an empty compliment, the sort of thing a man said when they wanted something. I shoved the book into my bag and zipped it up. I shrugged, trying to appear as uncaring as possible as I slipped the bag back on to my back. “Then why are you surprised?” I asked. I tried to act like I wasn’t particularly interested in the answer. “Well, I know you aren’t reading it in class. I just thought it might be a little dry for reading in your leisure time at school.” Jacob said with a shrug, “I thought you might read something a little more action packed like, I don’t know, The Hunger Games?” I let out a snort of laughter as if to say he was completely wrong. I didn’t tell him that I had the entire series of The Hunger Games on my shelf in my room and that I often read through the whole series. “Yeah, well…” I didn’t know what to say and fell silent. “Let me accompany you to the nurse’s office.” Jacob said, “To make up for knocking you over.” This guy was annoying me. Why did he have to seem so nice and reasonable on top of being handsome? I really didn’t need walking to the nurse’s room, having visited it multiple times a day for years I could probably find it with my eyes closed, but I wasn’t saying no. I didn’t know for sure WHY I wasn’t saying no, but I wasn’t. I slung my bag over my back and shrugged. “If you want, I guess.” I said with indifference as I started walking. After a couple of steps Jacob drew level with me. I looked away as he walked me down the corridor to the rear of the building. I felt very self-conscious of the way I was walking but a normal gait was impossible with the thick padding and what it contained. I was surprised Jacob hadn’t made a comment about the stink because I could smell it, and if I could he certainly could to. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” I asked just to end the silence which had felt oppressive. “I got a pass to use the bathroom.” Jacob said as he pulled some paper out of his pocket. “Lucky you…” I muttered with envy. We reached the door to the outside and I stepped through it ahead of Jacob. I had thought he was going to turn around, but he continued outside. I knew the pass gave him permission to be out of class, but I had to think he would be missed after a little while. Perhaps the boys were just given more leeway than us girls. It wouldn’t have surprised me. He certainly seemed in no particular rushed. “So, Prom’s a big deal around here, huh?” Jacob said as we approached the nurse’s offices. Here we go. I should’ve known there was an ulterior motive. I’d already shot him down at lunch but now he was coming on to me again. I couldn’t deny that I found him less awful than most of the men at the school, but he was still a man, probably playing a role to trick me into thinking he wasn’t a complete asshole. I wasn’t about to surrender myself to any guy no matter how much I was pestered. “It is.” I replied stiffly. I waited for the question which was sure to follow. I waited for Jacob to ask me out, get shot down, and then walk away. He may have been playing nice, but I was sure it was only to lower my guard. I’d spent eighteen years around guys, and I knew they were never nice without a reason. Jacob remained silent as we reached the cabin that held the nurses. I closed my eyes and braced myself for turning him down again. “Well, I’ll see you around.” Jacob said, “Sorry again for walking into you.” My mouth was already open and ready to reject him when I heard Jacob turn around and start walking away. I frowned and turned myself to watch Jacob walking away. I was confused. He didn’t look back as he went back through the door into the school. I stood in stunned silence for half a minute until the door to the cabin opened and a nurse came walking out. “Everything alright?” The nurse asked as he walked past me with a frown. “Yes… sorry.” I replied as I was brought back to reality. Still surprised that I had been wrong about Jacob and that he, apparently, had escorted me as a selfless act I walked into the cabin. I went to the first nurse who was sitting at his computer and climbed straight up on to the changing table. I didn’t envy him. 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