2011

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Chapter Sixty Six   John stretched in the booster seat. He had wisely let Mommy feed him the carrots first so that he could actually enjoy the generously sized chicken tender. To his credit, he didn’t complain about the carrots. Much. To her credit, she had cooked them with honey and they were actually a little bit good. Apparently Mommy had never heard that Ranch was the best thing to dip stuff in, so he had a little blob of ketchup on his plate. As he tore a piece of chicken tender off and dipped it in ketchup, he made a mental note to ask for ranch, or honey mustard. Making short work of the chicken tender, he looked down at his now greasy hands and knew what was coming. Before he could even hold them up preemptively, the napkin came for his face and then his hands. Surely one day he would be allowed to use a napkin on himself.  Being unbuckled, John was then lifted up into ‘his spot’ with his butt on her left forearm and carried to the bathroom, then deposited on the counter with a bit of a squelch. Grimacing at the squishy padding, he didn’t even think to protest when a toothbrush came at his mouth. Trying to grumble while rinsing his mouth wasn’t going to work either. As soon as he spit the water out into the sink, he was moving up again and carried to the changing table where he was relieved of his shorts, handed Rupert, and laid down and pinned by the foam bars. While his onesie was being done, the indignity managed to set in a bit, even through the calming milk haze. Unable to suppress a slight yawn, he tried to hide it behind Rupert. But even though she was busy changing his diaper, she noticed and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. Now done with the diaper change, Mommy got him into just a t-shirt and a diaper carried him to the living room and stopped in front of the playpen. Looking down, John immediately protested “But I wanna lay with Xerxes!” But Mommy just hoisted him up into a hug and said “Not right now. Remember the rule when people are here. Playpen gets used, because that’s what’s expected.” John laid his head against her for several seconds before finally grumbling “Fine, but can we put the comforter in the bottom of the playpen? It’s not very comfy for napping.” Nodding, Mommy sat him on the couch and walked away to get the big comforter she originally put on the floor for him. Watching as she folded it in half and then in quarters, he was impressed that the comforter was still a bit wider than the playpen.  Pausing to fold one side down over itself into a makeshift row of pillow, Mommy picked him up and lifted him up high to nuzzle cheeks with him before finally lowering him into the playpen. The four thick layers of comforter absolutely transformed the way laying in the playpen felt. Suddenly he felt like a cloud was enveloping him. The thick spot that was folded over unintentionally acted as a decent pillow. With a pause to put the blanket that MeMaw had gotten on top of him from the neck down, Mommy paused to put his pacy in his mouth, put Rupert next to him, and ruffled his hair. She whispers “Take a little nap, Aunt Cat will probably be here when you wake up.” before walking away. And finally the lights were turned off in the living room area, leaving him in a mostly dim space and enveloped in warm blankets on an otherwise pleasantly cool day. He tried to move his feet around to resist the urge to fall asleep as he dozed off.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   Shortly after dozing off, John halfway woke up to some movement next to him and opened his eyes partially to see the blanket off of the couch being stretched across one corner of the playpen to block more light.  He started to roll over onto his side and felt someone a bit bigger than himself next to him. So he rolled back the other way and scooted back a bit until his back was against them, figuring in his sleepy state that it was just Argo. After a moment the form behind him rolled around a bit and he felt an arm draped over him and then a warm body pressed against him. Together, they drifted back off to sleep.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   Slowly starting to wake up, John stretched his arms and legs out up and down hard enough that his whole body shook from the effort. And the moment he went limp from his stretch, a left arm came around his ribs and pulled him backwards on the thick pallet of comforter that he was on. As his back was pulled up into Kates front he felt her move her arm around so her elbow was against his ribs and her hand was against his collar bone.  Speaking softly, he whispered “Uhhh… Kate?” She just grumbled a negative “Uhn Uhn. You got more sleep than me, ten more minutes.” Left laying there, pinned in place on top of four layers of fluffy comforter and under the soft blankie MeMaw had gifted him, the irony was not lost on him. Usually this was the other way around. With a sigh, he reached out with his left hand and just barely got Rupert with his fingertips and pulled his stuffie up against his chest. That way he wasn’t the smallest thing in the snuggle chain. John tried to stay still so that she could sleep longer. He REALLY tried. But after five or ten minutes of gnawing gently on his pacy and moving his feet around Kate finally started to stir and moved her arm from around his chest. The moment she moved and rolled over, he started to sneakily scoot away and out from under the blanket.  Now that he was free, he crawled over to where one corner of the playpen wasn’t covered with the big couch blanket to block out the light so that the littles inside could sleep. Putting a hand against the corner helped him to stand up despite the swollen diaper taped onto him.  Only for him to remember that he was just slightly too short to see over the big thick plastic-canvas part around the top of the playpen.  Giving up and accepting that he’s just very short here, he leaned down and looked out through the mesh to see that the four big windows had all been opened and a cool breeze was wafting enough to make the light blue curtains sway gently.  Reaching up to the top, he put his left foot on the mesh and pushed against it to try to lift himself up, only for the mesh to slowly stretch against his weight, causing him to fall and land on the many layers of comforter it a ‘fwoomp.’  Watching the mesh slowly tighten up to its original shape, he couldn’t help commenting “That’s still freaky.” While he laid there looking up at the blanket canopy, he felt the blanket shift and wound up with a bare foot pressed against the side of his face. After a moment of laying there feeling indignant, he finally sat back up and finally Mommy came into view before reaching down and getting him around the ribs and lifting him up.  Once he was up on her arm, he felt her squish the front of his diaper a bit, and then lean and pull the back out a bit before patting him on the butt as she walked toward the kitchen. Once there, she opened the fridge where he could see a blue and a pink sippy cup. Only after giving him the blue sippy cup and having him drink some juice from it she die finally ask “Did you sleep well?” Simply nodding while drinking from his sippy cup was apparently enough for her, so she kissed him on the forehead and placed him gently on the playmat with an impatiently waiting dog.  Once she gave him his tablet, he took another pull of apple juice and reopened his pipe game that he had just restarted earlier. Now that he wasn’t so distracted, he started picking up steam and moving faster through the levels. He noticed that the objectives had moved around so he couldn’t just copy what he had done before, but that didn’t really slow him down much. By the time he was caught up to where he had been, Aunt Cat was getting Kate out of the playpen and flicking the blanket back onto the couch. Much to his own amusement, Kate needed to be changed where he hadn’t. He kept playing his puzzle game while Kate was carried to the kitchen and then deposited on the playmat next to him and leaned back against Xerxes with him. For his part, the dog simply took a moment to smell them both before going back to sitting there looking entirely content to have his own two ‘puppies’ or littles or however he thought of them. Taking a moment to scoot right up to Kate so that their hips and thighs were touching like usual when they shared the tablet, John slid it over so it was in the middle of their laps and reopened the book section. It took a moment to get the tablet in just such a spot that it wouldn’t slide one way or the other. When they were finally comfortably propped up together, Kate was the one to flip through the book indecisively this time before finally just bringing up the Odyssey of Hugh. Once it reopened, there was a blue highlighted section to indicate where John had last red, and a pink one for where Kate had last read an entire paragraph ahead of him. They both said “Uhhhh….” in unison while looking at each other. But finally they shrugged and went back to reading. They actually made it through two chapters before Kate stopped to stretch. Kate stretching made John need to stretch.  “Hey.” John said to get Kates attention. A simple respons of “Yeah?” came. Not even looking away from the tablet, he asked “Do you think this dimension has Ramen?” Kate blinked for a moment “I … don’t know. Surely they have something?” They both shrugged and before they even finished a third chapter, Aunt Cat came over and picked them up and carried them to the table. Once buckled in, they were each presented with a bowl of grapes that had all been cut in half, and a small bowl of those somehow almost not quite tasteless Happy-O’s that MeMaw had brought.  As the two littles sat at the table and ate their post-nap snack, Amanda and Cat stood at the counter and John cold overhear them talking. Mommy was explaining the events from the morning and talking about Mr Mike helping with the garden.  After telling Aunt Cat about what he was saying when he was talking in his sleep early this morning during a change, Mommy looked over at John and he noticed her intentionally putting her coffee cup down on the table before asking him: “Hey John, do you remember that dream you had last night? The one with Mr PennySmith, the laws of physics, and an Ostrich?” With a chunk of grape in his mouth, he simply nodded a yes. Watching Aunt Cat for a moment, when she was bringing her coffee cup up, Mommy asked “What was that dream about?” With a shrug, he answered simply “Insurance commercial.” Instantly Aunt Cat’s hand flew to her mouth as she made a weird sound. Moments later coffee could be seen running out through her fingers and she turned around to dash over to the kitchen sink. Mommy, having been prepared for this for once, stood there leaning against the counter. Biting her lip to try to hold in the laughter at what she had just done to Aunt Cat, she balled up her fist and brought it down on the counter repeatedly. The amount of effort Mommy was putting into not laughing out loud showed on her reddened face while her chest convulsed from the effort to hold in the cackling. Both littles were now just sitting at the table watching the spectacle. Looking over to Kate next to him to see if she understood what was going on didn’t help, as she just shrugged. Leaning a bit closer, she whispered “Bigs are weird sometimes.” and he nodded in agreement. By the time they finished their grapes, and some of their juice, Mommy was looking at their bowls of Happy-O’s that they had not touched.  Pointing at the bowls, she said “You two need to eat some Happy-O’s. They have lots of vitamins in them. More than even most multivitamins!” John and Kate both tried one at the same time. And they both looked like they were chewing on the corner of a box. John spoke first “Mommy, are they high in vitamin cardboard?” Mommy briefly looked quite unamused, so John hurried up and ate a few more. Switching to sweet distraction, he said “Mommy, May I have some more of that drink you got me in my my cup with a straw? I want to share it with Kate!”  With a little snort, Mommy said “Sure thing, Sweety.” like she knew what he was doing. Kate leaned and asked “What drink do you want me to try?”  John smiled and said “Apparently there is a drink that tasted like someone mixed Sprite and 7 up.” Kate’s eyebrows went up “Really? I wanna try that!” As Mommy came back over and set the toddler cup down on the table, Kate immediately reached out to press the button to make the lid flip up to reveal the straw. “You got a cup with a straw! I’ve gotta ask my Mommy for one of these!” Kate stopped talking as she grabbed the big cup with two hands and took a sip from the straw. Her face looked like it got a sort of reset like Johns did sometimes before she spoke again. Kate exclaimed “This tastes like home! Sort of!”  Nodding along, John whispered “You should have seen Mommy’s reaction when I got her to taste it.” Kate looked at John. John looked at Kate.  They both looked at the cup. They both looked at Aunt Cat who was wiping the counter top off after she had spit coffee out when John said the weird things he said in his sleep was because he had a dream about an insurance commercial.  They looked back at each other. They nodded in unison. Kate did the deed by calling over “Hey Mommy! This stuff is amazing! It tastes like something we have back home! I love it! Please come try it, I wanna share it with you!” Amanda watched with a straight face as Aunt Cat came over and looked at the cup.  “Sure thing, Baby! That actually seems really neat!” Aunt Cat said as she reached out and took the cup before unscrewing the top so she could take a swig from the big opening.  Mommy had opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a towel. Aunt Cat took a BIG swig.  Her hand flew up to her mouth a second time.  Aunt Cat’s face scrunched up. Her left eyebrow went up while her right one went down. She did a full body shudder. The cup was placed back onto the table without the lid. She swallowed. Loudly. After a couple of seconds her head started to twitch to the left.  She mumbles “Oh Goddess, it’s in my sinuses. How is it in my sinuses?”  Kate soldiered on, playing the role of the perfect actress “It’s good right!?” Aunt Cat barely managed to lie. “It’s certainly got a flavor that I’ll never forget!” “Can we get some for home Mommy? Please!” Kate was laying it on THICK. Aunt Cat just said “Yes Baby, we can get some at the store next wee…” before dashing off to the bathroom. Mommy came over and finally started to let out a laugh. “Okay you two.” she said “That was … really funny. Come on, let’s get you two up so you can to back to playing.” And finally Mommy got them up out of the booster seats and stood up on the floor before handing John his toddler cup with the lid back on it. Looking down at the cup now, John asked “Oh, Mommy?” “Yes, Sweety?” Looking otoward the door, he asked “Can we bring some tea or coffee to the nice people that are out there working in the field?” “Huh.” Mommy paused while she thought about it. “Yeah, that’s actually a really sweet idea. Do you two want to bring it to them together in the wagon?” With a look to each other, they both nodded up at Mommy. By the time that Aunt Cat had come out of the bathroom, still pinching the bridge of her nose like that was going to help whatever sensation she was suffering, Aunt Cat already had the thermos that Mr Mike had gotten down for her filled with coffee and was putting shorts and a skirt on the two littles that were in just t shirts and diapers. A couple of minutes later, John and Kate were being lead out of the gate by Mommy, who stood followed about ten feet behind, but let the littles approach Mr Operarius on their own. Xerxes, meanwhile, ran from the littles, to the stream across the way, and back to the littles several times as fast as he possibly could. He had spent a couple of hours indoors and was apparently looking to make up for it by having a serious case of the zoomies. As they walked up to Mr Operarius, he turned around and smiled down at them before they could even say anything. Being a little pulling a wagon was enough to make a Big smile at you. “Well hey there, you two! Did you come to watch the tractor work?” He asked with a tone like a friendly uncle watching  the kids. They both shook their heads, but where John hesitated to speak, Kate wasted no time picking up one of the four coffee mugs in the wagon and holding it up. “We wanted to bring you coffee, in case you wanted some!” She declared, hopefully loudly enough to be heard over the giant orange tractor thirty feet away. Mr Operarius looked at Kate, then to the wagon, and then to the crew working, and finally to the large trailer that already had six large rolls of sod on it. Now with a chuckle, the giant said “Tell you what. After they finish this next pass, I think we could all use a little coffee break!”  And so John and Kate got to watch as the large machine on the front of the tractor peeled up a few inches of sod and carefully roll it into an eight foot tall spindle of, as John named it, Single Ply Yard. While they watched, Linda, the Giant blonde woman driving the tractor, deposited the spindle on top of two others in a triangle by raising the arm on the tractor way up high and pulling a lever as tall as John to disengage some sort of arm.  As she backed the tractor up, the other two Bigs were already throwing some giant canvas straps over them all to fasten them down to the trailer. By the time Linda had the machine ready to go again, the guy strapping it down made a big show of plucking the strap and saying “That’s not going anywhere.” while the other woman rolled her eyes and threw a clump of grass at him. Mr Operarius waved them all over and when they looked down at the two littles, John froze up entirely.  Kate didn’t hesitate as she held up a coffee cup and declared “We brought some coffee!”  John watched in awe. Something about the way she was moving and speaking was like she was playing a character in a movie. It was still her, but she was acting a lot differently than she would when it was just the two of them.  After a round of “Aww, that’s sweet.” from everyone but Linda, it turned into Kate holding the coffee cups one at a time while John tipped the thermos over the canvas side of the wagon to pour as carefully as he could manage with a two gallon container.  Linda took a cup last and with one sip her eyebrows went up a bit at the strength. She didn’t look at Kate, she looked at John and said “Your Mommy makes some stout coffee.” John smiled and explained “She hears that a lot, but it’s just one extra scoop per pot.” With an amused exhale, Linda knelt down and ruffled his hair, whispering “Two points.” and she patted Kate on the head, whispering “You’re a good little.” While the Bigs were talking, Kate leaned and asked “What was that about?” Simply nodding, he explained “She doesn’t like littles, but I got a point earlier by being good while riding on the tractor, and saying something really dumb.” Kate didn’t even finish rolling her eyes as she asked “What dumb thing did you say this time?” Pointing to the machine on the front of the tractor, he said “That makes rolls of single ply yard.” Kate stared at him for a moment, then looked to the machine. Then to him again. Then up at Miss Linda who had now looked back down. “John…” Kate stopped, seeming to gather her words “That is the dumbest good way to describe that.” Linda now turned to face them, knelt down and held out a massive hand toward Kate, who returned the high five. Linda said “You get one point, too. I said the same thing.” to Kate, but then she stood up and pointed to the side of the ‘scalper’ as she called it, where she had written ‘Charmin’ on the side of it in really big letters with a marker. While Kate was standing there rubbing her face in disbelief, John took the moment to climb onto Xerxes and ride him around the yard. The dog still refused to be steered by the little on his back, but if he snapped his fingers to one side or the other, John could get him to sort of veer in a general direction. Managing to ride the dog around the field for almost five minutes, John rolled his eyes when Mommy called for him. But then she just said “Xerxes: Heel.” and his noble steed simply returned to her side. And once he got to her … he sat down. John tried to cling to the dogs collar for a few seconds before he slips and started sliding down the dog. Thankfully, a large hand got him under the butt before he made it to the ground and he went up into the air to find himself facing Aunt Cat who insisted on giving him kisses on either side of his face before setting him back on his own two feet next to the wagon.  Tuning into the conversation, Mommy was asking Mr Operarius if he had plans for the sod that he was removing, and if he also did landscaping. And then they started talking about mulching and PH levels. Which got the all of the other bigs drawn in to the conversation about soil testing, water retention, and of course their seemingly favorite topic: Math. John looked over at Kate while motioning subtly around at the bigs. When she shrugged, he pointed at the wagon, then motioned for her to climb in. She looked up at the bigs for a moment before moving the thermos next to Aunt Cats leg and climbing into the wagon to sit down.  Grabbing the handle, it took some leaning to get the wagon moving, but then he started walking off toward the stream. He pulled the wagon (And Kate) over to where the crew had been removing a bunch of dirt in a long path that went from the driveway to the side of the stream. The path they made was easily four times wider than John was tall, and at either end he could see where they had marked out to make a big square area. Before they could make it all the way to the stream with the wagon, they found out that the bigs had been watching when Aunt Cat came over and picked John up, put him in the wagon with Kate and pulled them both back toward where the group of bigs was. “Not so close to the water.” She admonished them gently before turning back to the conversation, where she started to contribute to the conversation by talking about different ways of tilling and what to add to the dirt to make the soil retain water for the crops. John and Kate looked at each other for a moment while the Bigs talked before he leaned and whispered “Do the bigs always do this?” She just nodded and explained “It’s even worse when they’re at a restaurant, or God forbid the mall. Mommy takes me to the mall every so often and there’s one specific woman there that she trusts to watch me. It’s the only place in the entire mall that takes toddlers like us. But if she gets into a conversation involving math or engineering before we get there, I just try to get her to pull the cover on the stroller down so I can nap.” John could not help shaking his head before climbing out of the wagon and then helping Kate out of it, even though she was bigger than him and seemed to have an easier time of it. The next few minutes consisted of John helping Kate climb up onto Xerxes and then trying to coerce Xerxes away from the bigs. Once that was done, John started trying to waddle/run as quickly as he could beside Xerxes while Kate held on for dear life.  “Nope!” she shouted down at him after only a couple of minutes. And she all but rolled off of the dog and was almost to the ground before Miss Linda reached down to get her around the ribs and get her upright. “Oh! Hi!” Kate said, looking WAY up at the enormous woman. Unable to hide her smirk, Miss Linda finally admitted “I don’t like most littles. But you two aren’t bad. I didn’t realize that not all littles are infants. You also get a second point.” John simply watched with a big smile as Miss Linda patted Kate on the head and then reached over to ruffle his hair. All good things coming to an end, Mommy had both littles in the wagon with the coffee cups and the thermos, and was pulling them back into the yard. His makeshift plan had not only gotten them out of the house, but bought them more than an hour to wander around outside.  While they were on the porch, John tried to ask if they could put his tent back together, but that apparently wasn’t working as they were carried back inside and both carried to the bathroom to have their hands washed and get wiped down with damp rags. When they were put back down on the floor, Aunt Cat called everyone into Johns bedroom. “Okay! I have some of last years demo units for the ceiling night lights, so I’m going to put them up here in johns room.” Aunt Cat declared. “Cat … how much do those cost?” Mommy tried to prod her. Aunt Cat brushed her off.“Doesn’t matter, they were demos from last year. I got Kate the models above these that do three dimensional holograms better, but this set works great for what you need.” As John and Kate sat on his desk (not the chairs) to watch, Aunt Cat was explaining that these had to go in each corner at -exactly- eighteen inches from the ceiling to work correctly. Mommy ran off to get a ruler, but Aunt Cat just used her palm as a measuring tool somehow and lined it up and pushed it a bit and it sort of stuck on its own. Mommy kept trying to insist on using a ruler, but Aunt Cat couldn’t be bothered, insisting that she had done it a hundred times. To Aunt Cat credit, when she pushed the last one in place, all four lights came on at once and they started making a series of light chiming sounds. Clapping once, Aunt Cat stated “Okay, now they use lasers to measure the room and do their calculations. Amanda, hand me your phone and we’ll link the app.”  John looked at Kate while they were setting things up, but she shook her head and said “No, just watch. Trust me.” So, together they put Argo on the desk behind them and leaned back to look up more comfortably.  Once the two bigs got the phone set up, Aunt Cat held it up and counted down. “3… 2… 1…”  The moment she tapped something on the phone, Johns jaw fell slack. The entire ceiling flickered for a second and then suddenly turned into a replica of the early evening sky outside. You could still see the texture of the ceiling if you looked closely, but otherwise it was like looking up at the sky. Aunt Cat fiddled with the settings a bit and some clouds started to waft across the ceiling. John looked up in disbelief "Ho ... ly ... Cow!" 

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Chapter 14 First Hour Bradley slipped out of the principal’s office into a hallway that felt like a jungle—crowded with students rushing in every direction. Immediately, the finger pointing and laughing behind cupped hands continued.  He took a shaky breath, dropped his gaze to the scuffed linoleum, and began his hurried waddle, determined to ignore the burn of shame crawling up his neck. The taunts rolled after him like a wave, echoing off the metal lockers. His first-period math class was clear across the building, and he still had to stop at his locker. He couldn’t be late again. Mrs. Shayhan had already given him two warnings; one more tardy and he’d be in trouble. He wasn’t about to be late—not when it might earn him a hands-on demonstration of her freshly granted spanking rights. Heart hammering, he broke into an awkward, rushed waddle. The thick diaper forced his thighs apart; every step crinkled loudly. One hand yanked desperately at the hem of his too-short striped shirt, trying to keep the glaring white waistband hidden, but the frantic tugging only dragged the fabric higher, flashing pale elastic with each stride. The hallway was emptying fast. Class was about to start. He rounded the corner toward his locker—and froze. A group of football players lounged directly in front of it, laughing about last weekend’s party. Bradley hated them. They’d been the loudest voices spreading the bedwetting rumors, the ones who never missed a chance to twist the knife. He hesitated, half-turned to retreat—then remembered the tardy rule. Swallowing hard, he forced himself forward, trying for a casual stride that felt anything but. Miraculously, he reached the locker unnoticed. Back turned to the group, he quietly spun the combination. They were too deep in their conversation about Saturday's party to notice him in his ridiculous outfit. Then the locker door opened with a heavy clunk-clunk. Heads swiveled. “Hey, look—it’s Bedwetter Bradley,” the quarterback started. “Did you stay dry las—” The words died as Bradley bent to grab his binder. The motion lifted his shirt and tugged his shorts down just enough. The thick diaper bulge was unmistakable, and the bright white diaper waistband peeked high above his shorts like a flag. The silence lasted half a heartbeat. “Did your mommy forget to change your diaper this morning?” the quarterback asked, voice cracking with glee. The group exploded into laughter. “Check out those red thighs!” shouted the tight end, elbowing the quarterback and pointing. “Someone got quite the spanking before school.” Vivid handprints glowed below the hem of Bradley’s shorts—fresh, angry, impossible to miss. Tears stung Bradley’s eyes. He slammed the locker shut, head turned away so they wouldn’t see the tear  slipping down his cheek, and hurried off toward math class. “Look at that waddle,” they called after him. “He’s a full-on baby now.” “Better hustle, Baby Bradley!” the running back mocked, mimicking the exaggerated steps. “Wouldn’t want to have an accident in the hallway!” The words cut deep, but a thin thread of relief wove through the humiliation. They hadn’t mentioned Walmart. Maybe the news hadn’t spread. Maybe those classmates at Walmart were the only ones who knew the whole humiliating story. Maybe Anna and Emma—best friends who both worked there—were sitting in this class right now and they hadn’t breathed a word. Maybe the school still wouldn’t learn every degrading detail. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and took a deep breath. The hope was fragile, barely there, but it kept him hurrying forward—one crinkling, waddling step at a time. Bradley burst through the door of Ms. Shayhan’s math room with just seconds to spare. His chest was heaving, and he stumbled to a stop. The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes locked onto him. He looked like a kid who’d forgotten his pants. Near the front, Anna and Emma sat side by side. Their smirks bloomed instantly.. Whispers slithered through the rows: “It’s actually true…” “Look at the shorts…” “You can literally see the diaper bulging…” The entire class had been waiting—practically vibrating with anticipation—for him to walk in wearing the full, humiliating proof of his new wardrobe. Bradley stood frozen in the doorway, pulse roaring in his ears, realizing the tiny hope he’d clung to had already been crushed. The news had spread faster than he could waddle. Ms. Shayhan rose from her desk and walked to the front of the class. She wore a modest polka-dot dress cinched with a belt at the waist and low heels that clicked softly against the floor. Bradley always quietly admired the way she dressed—simple, feminine, put-together. She was in her early thirties and had recently returned from maternity leave after having a baby boy. She already had a toddler son she mentioned often, her face lighting up whenever his name came up. Her curly, shoulder-length brown hair bounced gently with each movement. The class could see her motherly side in the way she ran the room: patient explanations, gentle reminders, the occasional understanding smile that made it feel as though she were speaking to her own children. Yet that sweet tone never fooled anyone. Ms. Shayhan was a strict rule-follower and enforcer—always by the book, whether it was the math textbook or the school handbook. “Good morning, everyone,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “Your warm-up assignment is on the board. Please begin working quietly.” Notebooks opened. Pencils scratched. But the room felt charged. Bradley could sense everyone stealing glances toward the back row. He hunched over his desk, trying to focus on the problems, but the numbers blurred. His mind refused to settle. A few minutes later, Ms. Shayhan settled into her office chair, legs crossed tightly, scanning the class as they worked. Her computer chimed softly. She turned her attention to the screen. Bradley’s stomach twisted the instant he heard that sound. He knew—he just knew—it meant trouble. Ms. Shayhan read the email slowly, her eyes flicking back and forth between the screen and Bradley in the back row, following the words as carefully as if following a recipe. His heart hammered harder with every second. Dread rose in his throat. That email had to be about him. The principal had promised to send instructions to all his teachers with his new care plan. This was it. He kept his head down, pretending to work. He prayed she would stand up and start lecturing the whole class. Then his blood turned to ice. “Bradley,” she called across the quiet room, voice steady and calm, “would you come here for a moment, please?” His stomach dropped through the floor. The class went instantly silent, heads turning, eyes bright with anticipation. Bradley stood slowly—his chair scraping loudly—and began the long walk down the aisle like a condemned man. Every step made the diaper crinkle audibly. Anna and Emma exchanged wide, gleeful grins as he passed. When he reached the front, Ms. Shayhan angled her monitor slightly so he could see the screen. She looked up at him, confirming he could read it, her crossed legs visible beneath the hem of her skirt. “The principal has sent instructions regarding your new care plan,” she explained calmly, but still loud enough for the entire class to hear. “The email directs me to check your diaper at the beginning of each class to ensure it’s still clean. So that is what I have to do now.” Bradley’s cheeks burned scarlet. He glanced around; every pair of eyes was locked on him. Desperate, he stammered, “It’s—it’s dry. You don’t need to—” The answer did not satisfy her. “No, Bradley,” she said gently but with finality. “The email says I need to check you.” With the practiced ease of someone changing her own toddler, she slipped her hand down the front of his shorts. Her fingers slid past the waistband of the diaper and gave the thick padding a gentle but thorough squeeze. Bradley’s mouth fell open. The sensation was so foreign—his teacher’s hand inside his pants, squeezing his crotch in front of everyone. He felt tiny. He turned his head and saw the entire class watching like it was the climax of a movie. Soft gasps and stifled giggles rippled through the room. Ms. Shayhan withdrew her hand. “Still dry in the front,” she noted matter-of-factly. “Now let’s check the back.” She turned him to face away from her, one hand pressing his lower back to guide him forward at the waist. Bradley bent until his flushed face hovered a foot away from Anna and Emma’s desks. He could see their short skirts riding up, and their tank top straps slipping off to reveal their lacy bra edges. The girls leaned in, eyes bright with delight. Anna’s bra was pink and Emma’s was purple—details that burned into his brain even as this humiliation choked him.  These were the girls he’d fantasized about secretly, and now they were staring at him while he got his diaper checked. It was so embarrassing. Ms. Shayhan hooked her finger in the back of his diaper and tugged it open like she would do with her own toddler. Cool air hit his exposed bum, and She leaned closer for a better look.  Bradley’s heart slammed against his ribs. He could feel their stares drilling into him. He felt like he was being treated like a toddler who couldn’t be trusted.  Anna whispered something; Emma stifled a giggle behind her hand.“Look how red he is,” Anna murmured, just loud enough. “Poor baby’s dying.” Bradley squeezed his eyes shut, He couldn't look them in the eyes. “And clean in back,” Ms. Shayhan said kindly, letting the elastic snap back with a sharp pop.  She rubbed his shoulder like she would her own son. “All done. See that wasn't so bad.” He quickly straightened up, Anna and Emma exchanged smirks as Ms. Shayan turned him back to face her, their quiet giggles trailing him. Ms. Shayhan's face was close now, he could smell her light perfume. She continued in the same calm, motherly tone: “The email also authorizes me—and all your teachers—to administer spankings, bare-bottom if we feel it necessary, and any time we feel it’s warranted. It’s a good thing you were on time today, or you’d be seeing me after class. I want you to be on your very best behavior. I don’t want to have to give you a spanking–” “It looks like he already got one!” a boy in the back blurted, pointing at the handprints on Bradley's thighs. The class erupted. Laughter rolled through the room like a wave—sharp, immediate, unstoppable. It took Ms. Shayhan nearly a minute to quiet them down with raised hands and a firm “That’s enough.” When the room settled, she looked at Bradley again. “Do you understand your new rules?” Bradley just wanted to disappear. He’d already heard Ms. Hargrove explain it all earlier. He choked out a barely audible, “Yes, ma’am.” She gave an approving nod. “Good. You may go sit down.” As Bradley turned to leave, Ms. Shayhan delivered a playful swat to the padded seat of his diaper, sending him on his way. He scurried back to the rear row, head down, the stares and lingering snickers burning into his skin. Ms. Shayhan began her lecture. Bradley kept his eyes on his notebook, pretending to take notes, but the words washed over him. The period stretched on forever. When the bell finally rang, he gathered his things quickly, keeping his head low as students filed out, their glances and hushed comments trailing behind him. Cooking class was next—with Jenna and Ellie, his crush. He slipped into the hallway, the diaper crinkling with every humiliated step, already dreading the next inevitable check, the next round of stares and whispers. The day stretched ahead, endless, and he had no idea how he would survive it.