Diaper References

Chapter 20 Fifth Hour (2nd Half) Part 1 Ms. Robinson was droning on about quadratic equations. Next to her, Bradley stood nose-deep in the corner, all he could see was the blank white wall in front of him. His arms remained folded tightly behind his back the way Ms. Robinson had forced them, shoulders trembling from the effort not to reach back and rub his blazing bottom. His red diapered wedgie bottom was still prominently on display. The soaked diaper sagged between his legs, now cold where it used to be warm, clinging disgustingly between his legs. Beneath his bare feet, the puddle of his own pee had spread into a wide, shallow mirror that reflected his shameful state. Bradley had lost all track of time. The white wall in front of him remained unchanged. His mind drifted, hating Caleb who got him in trouble, Ms. Robinson for punishing him, Michelle for making him wear diapers to school, and himself for letting it all happen. His bottom throbbed, reminding him he was still very much on display—punished and in an infantile state. He wanted to cry again, but the tears had mostly dried into sticky tracks down his cheeks. All he could do was breathe shallowly and pray the bell would come soon. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Bradley tensed—a new pair of eyes could see him. His heart sank when they slowed right outside the door. He heard a hushed whisper. “Oh my gosh… is that Bradley?” said a female voice, stifling a giggle. “Shhh—don’t let Ms. Robinson hear you. Look at his butt. It’s really red. Did he get spanked?” said another female voice. Bradley didn’t know who it was. “Obviously you don’t get a butt that red from a fall. Look how his diaper’s all bunched up like a thong. That’s gotta be uncomfortable.” They let out another quiet laugh. “Ewww, and look at the floor… did he pee himself? That’s so pathetic.” “How old is he again? Eighteen? When is he gonna grow up?” “He’s never gonna grow up. Look at him standing there like a toddler in timeout.” With one final giggle, the footsteps resumed, moving back down the hall. Bradley felt the heat crawl back up his neck, fresh and vicious. They talked about him like he couldn’t hear them. Of course he could. They were only ten feet away. He closed his eyes tight. Please let the bell ring. Please. Another few minutes passed and finally—mercifully—the scream of the bell sliced through the room. Chairs scraped. Bags zipped. Voices rose in a sudden rush of freedom. Ms. Robinson’s voice cut over the noise like a whip. “Bradley, you stay where you are. I’ll deal with you in a minute.” He didn’t dare move. Classmates filed past behind him. He could feel their eyes dragging over his exposed, red bottom and ridiculous diaper wedgie. “Careful—don’t step in Bradley’s puddle,” Emma called out, voice bright with fake concern. “Ewww, seriously?” Anna squealed, high and theatrical. Katie stopped behind him, careful not to step in the puddle. “Just so you know I'm telling mom what you did, and what you just got will be a cake walk compared to how she will handle you.” Bradley’s stomach lurched, his mind flashing to his many spankings from Michelle. Then Caleb leaned in as he passed, close enough that his breath brushed Bradley’s ear—slow, smug, deliberate. “You gotta stop interrupting class, little guy. You need to take school more seriously… or you’ll be stuck in diapers forever.” Bradley’s jaw locked so tight his molars ached. A softer shape paused beside him. Ellie. She leaned close—close enough that only he could catch her whisper. “If Caleb keeps bullying you, just tell a teacher next time. Don’t try fighting back alone. See you next hour, okay?” Her hand rested briefly on his back—a gentle rub before she slipped away with the rest. The room gradually emptied until only the soft squeak of Ms. Robinson erasing the whiteboard remained. Finally she set the eraser down with a decisive clack and walked over. Bradley flinched when Ms. Robinson’s fingers hooked into the cruelly bunched leg bands of his diaper, the graze of her knuckles stung. She worked the wedgied diaper free from between his cheeks. At last the torturous wedgie was gone. She adjusted the soggy padding so it properly covered his bottom again—though his flushed, spanked-red cheeks and upper thighs still gleamed prominently out his diaper. She turned him by the shoulders to face her. His eyes were red and puffy; his nose ran, and tear streaks glistened his cheeks. Ms. Robinson studied him—then let her gaze drop to the puddle beneath him and the dark wet spots all over his shorts. “What am I going to do with you?” she murmured. Before he could answer, her hands were already pulling at his shorts. She ripped the drenched shorts off his legs, making him step out of them. He now stood in nothing but his soaked diaper and short t-shirt. Bradley gasped. His arms flew up to shield himself. “What are you doing?!” His voice cracked high. She held the dripping shorts in front of his face, letting him see—and smell—the evidence. “These are disgusting, Bradley. If I let you put them back on, you’d drip pee across the whole school and trust me, nobody wants that.” Her eyes flicked to the puddle, then back to the shorts in her hand. “You’ve already christened my floor.” She pressed the heavy, sodden fabric into his palms. “Now mop it up.” He stared at her, then down at the shorts, mind blank. “They’re… they’re just damp—” The memory of the Walmart ladies room flashed behind his eyes—Michelle dropping his wet pants in the trash, leaving him to shuffle through the store in nothing but a diaper. His stomach twisted. “I can still wear them!” “Absolutly not, they’re soaked and dripping with your pee,” her voice flat and final. “Now, you made the mess. You clean up the mess.” Defeated, he slowly sank to his knees, bunched the shorts up between his trembling hands and began wiping in wide strokes. The fabric, already wet, grew saturated; warm urine slicked his fingers and palms. He kept going anyway, cheeks blazing, fresh tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Behind him he could feel Ms. Robinson’s presence—arms folded, watching his padded bottom bob up and down and crinkle with every swipe. When the puddle had been reduced to a thin, streaky sheen, he rocked back onto his heels, breathing hard, clutching the dripping wad of fabric like a shameful trophy. Without a word Ms. Robinson reached for the small trash can beside her desk and held it out. “Drop em.” He hesitated for a second, clutching the soaked shorts. Then he glanced up into Ms. Robinson’s stern, unwavering eyes. The look alone made his resolve crumble. Reluctantly, he let go and they landed with a wet plop against the bottom of the can. “Good boy,” she said. Then she grabbed a bottle of Purell and held it up. Bradley took two squirts “Rub them good. You got to really disinfect after touching those disgusting shorts”. She took the trash can liner and tied it into a small ball. “These can't be worn for the rest of the day,” she said flatly. Bradley opened his mouth to protest again—then closed it. Nothing could change her mind now. “Now let’s get you to Nurse Anna and get you cleaned up, mister,” Ms. Robinson said, extending her hand. Bradley stared down at himself: t-shirt barely skimming his waist; the thick, sodden diaper sagging heavily between his legs; his angry red cheeks and thighs peaking visibly out the leg bands of his diaper. His stomach plummeted. Passing period had just begun—the hallways would be packed. “I—I can’t go out there like this,” he stammered, voice cracking. “Everyone’s in the hall. Please… I need pants. Anything.” Ms. Robinson closed her fingers around his wrist in a firm grip and tugged him toward the door. Bradley dug his heels. “Can’t Nurse Anna just bring the diaper bag here? Please?” “No, Bradley. You know she has an open-door policy—she stays in her office. Now move.” She pulled harder. “You’re soaked and starting to stink. I still have my hairbrush if you need a reminder.” Bradley could hear the noise from the hallway: lockers slamming, voices echoing, footsteps everywhere. Bradley twisted, trying to plant his rear on the ground, but she was stronger. With a firm tug she had him on his feet, Bradley had to move his feet to keep him from falling. “You should’ve thought about consequences before you let your diaper leak everywhere,” she said heatedly as she swiftly headed to the door. “But It wasn’t me–it was the wedgie!” he protested, words trying to tumble out. But it was too late. She had already hauled him through the door.   Part 2 The moment Ms. Robinson stepped into the hallway with Bradley in one hand and his soiled shorts in the other, the hallway exploded in laughter. It was a river of bodies trying to get to their next class. Ms. Robinson was much taller than Bradley, and it looked like she was taking a naughty toddler to bed early. Bradley’s face burned hotter than his bottom ever could. Ms. Robinson moved with purpose. Her heels clicked with a steady, authoritative rhythm against the linoleum, her grip on his wrist never wavering as she pulled him down the hall. “Ms. Robinson, what happened to Bradley?” a boy shouted. She didn’t break stride. “He’s been very naughty. I’m taking him to get his diaper changed.” Bradley’s free hand hovered mindlessly, alternating between , trying to shield the sagging, diaper, and rubbing his thighs that still burned from the spanking. They rounded the corner—and the laughter exploded again, sharp and bright. Girls giggled behind cupped hands. One tilted her head, eyes wide with sweetness. “Aww, Bradley, you look so cute in your diaper. That little waddle is adorable.” Her friend smirked, pointing. “Poor baby can’t even keep it dry. Look how yellow it is. Definitely time for a change.”  Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks; he couldn’t stop them.  “Aww, he’s crying,” a boy called. “He must really need that diaper changed.” Guys jeered, “I always knew Bradley was a big baby!” Why me? Why does this keep happening? The thought looped endlessly in his mind. He wished for the stupid shorts Michelle had picked—anything better than the exposure of his soaked diaper and red cheeks as he was being waddled down the hallway. A girl cooed, “Look at his little red bum peeking out. How precious.” “It looks way worse than the handprints he was showing off this morning,” her friend added. “He must’ve been really naughty.” Then, to Bradley’s horror, who else could be in his path but Caleb and Hannah—wrapped up in each other, lips locked, until Caleb noticed him. He broke away. A slow, smug grin spread across his face. “Aw, Bradley—is Ms. Robinson taking you for your nap now, little guy?” Bradley’s face ignited. A fresh wave of tears stung his eyes; he sounded like a cranky toddler. His gaze dropped to the floor, cheeks burning hotter with every thudding heartbeat, praying he could simply disappear. Hannah tilted her head, glancing at his tear-streaked face and the sagging, yellow diaper between his bare legs. She smirked. “No, Caleb—she’s taking him to get his diaper changed.” Her voice dripped with mock pity. “Though honestly? It looks like he could really use a nap though.” Caleb barked a mocking laugh. He gave Bradley one last amused once-over, then turned back to Hannah, pulling her in again as if to demonstrate to Bradley what a big boy gets to do with girls. Ms. Robinson didn’t pause—just tightened her grip and kept marching, heels clicking relentlessly. The hallway stretched on forever, every step pulling Bradley deeper into the endless sea of stares and snickers. Nurse Anna’s office couldn’t come soon enough.   Part 3 Finally, in the crowded hallway, Bradley spotted Nurse Anna’s office through the sea of students. He let out a shaky sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping slightly as the door came into view. Nurse Anna stood just inside the doorway, clipboard in hand, calmly checking inventory. As they stepped into her office, Nurse Anna glanced up from her paperwork. Her face instantly brightened with warm recognition. “There’s my favorite patient,” she said cheerfully. “I had a feeling I’d be seeing you soon.” She opened her arms for a hug. But halfway through the embrace she froze—Bradley’s small, wet sniffles had become impossible to miss. She pulled back gently, her expression shifting from delight to concern. “Oh, Bradley, honey—what’s the matter?” Her eyes scanned him quickly: puffy, red eyes, leaking tears, a runny nose, and tear streaked cheeks. Then her gaze drifted down. Her eyebrows shot up and her mouth dropped. “And… what happened to your pants?” Ms. Robinson finally released Bradley’s wrist, letting him wipe his eyes with the back of his hand, and she cleared her throat. “Bradley had an accident in my classroom,” she explained matter-of-factly. “He flooded his diaper during his corner time. It leaked everywhere—his shorts are soaked and unwearable. I brought them with me.” She lifted the trash bag in her arm. Nurse Anna pressed a hand to her chest, eyes widening. “Bradley… you flooded your diaper so badly it leaked?” She paused, lips twitching as she fought to keep a straight face. “During your corner time?” Nurse Anna knelt in front of Bradley, gently lifting the hem of his shirt to examine the sodden diaper. She frowned, running her fingers along the swollen, sagging front before turning to Ms. Robinson. “How could he possibly make a diaper this thick leak so quickly?” she asked, genuinely puzzled. “I’m sure you checked him at the start of class.” “He was completely dry when I did,” Ms. Robinson replied. Nurse Anna gave the heavy, drooping front another poke. The padding squished audibly under her finger. “Wow Bradley, you really are quite the little mess maker.” this thing is absolutely drenched she said dismissingly as she rose to prepare the changing table. Bradley stared at the floor, cheeks flaming scarlet. He hated how they talked about him—like he wasn’t even there, like he was some absent-minded toddler who couldn’t possibly understand the conversation happening right over his head. The words bubbled up before he could stop them; he needed to speak up and defend himself. “It wasn’t me who made my diaper leak,” he blurted, voice small but insistent. “It was Ms. Robinson when she—” Nurse Anna burst into a soft fit of giggles as well as Ms. Robinson, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Oh, Bradley,” she said, shaking her head with fond exasperation. “I don’t think you realize how ridiculous you sound right now. Ms. Robinson didn’t cause your diaper to leak, sweetie. She wasn't wearing your diaper, you were silly.” She patted the crinkly paper covering the exam table, her smile warm but unyielding. “Now hop up here. Let’s get you cleaned up and into a nice fresh diaper before your next class.” Bradley’s protest died in his throat. He froze, his eyes flicked nervously to the open door into the rush of students out in the hallway. The noise rushing in through the wide-open door—laughing voices, slamming lockers, the constant shuffle of sneakers. They streamed past in waves, and a few slowed, craning their necks to peer inside with open curiosity before hurrying on when Nurse Anna glanced their way. The realization hit like a brick, during his last change, the hallway had been empty, classes were in session. But now it was passing period: the hallway was packed. He pictured it with sickening clarity: himself splayed on the table, legs hoisted high, every intimate inch of him exposed to anyone in the hall. “No way. Not with the door open. Everyone can see,” Bradley protested, voice cracking. Nurse Anna’s sunny smile vanished, replaced by calm steel. “Bradley, we’ve been over this. It’s just a diaper change, sweetie. Most kids have seen one before, they probably won’t even notice. They're too busy rushing to class to care. Now up you go.” She patted the exam table firmly, again. Bradley glanced out the door. A handful of students lingered, smirking, eyes watching—until Nurse Anna turned her head. Then they suddenly found their phones or shoelaces fascinating. He crossed his arms and stayed rooted to the spot, “no way am i getting on there.” Ms. Robinson stepped behind him. She placed both hands on his shoulders, firmly and guided him toward the changing table. Bradley tried to resist but she was too strong. Surprisingly she lifted him up and dropped his diaper butt onto the changing table. He winced sharply the instant his sore bottom met the firm vinyl. Fresh heat flared across his raw, tender spanked skin, making him jolt high and hiss trying to rub his bottom.. Ms. Robinson turned to Nurse Anna. “I’ll stick around,” she said matter-of-factly. “He’s been acting up quite a bit today. He could probably use a firm hand to keep him in line.” Nurse Anna smiled gratefully as she crossed to the prominently displayed diaper bag on her desk and began searching through it for the baby wipes. “Thanks—I’ll take all the help I can get.” Ms. Robinson didn’t hesitate. She pressed a steady palm to Bradley’s chest and eased him flat onto his back. His wide eyes locked on the open doorway. More students were noticing now—slowing their pace, craning necks, exchanging whispers and glances as the “show” was about to begin. Panic surged. Bradley bolted upright, trying to scramble off the table, but Ms. Robinson was faster. She caught him mid-motion, lifted one of his legs, and delivered a sharp, resounding swat to his already sore bottom. The crack echoed in the small room and out into the hallway. Bradley yelped, “Bradley,” Ms. Robinson said sternly, her voice low but stern, “you lie down and cooperate for Nurse Anna. Don’t make me teach you another lesson right here.” She again firmly pressed on his chest guiding him down for his change. Humiliation crashed over him like a wave. Bradley slapped both hands over his face, cheeks burning beneath his palms. He felt exposed and unable to hide, he could only lie there as the hallway noise swelled around him—footsteps, laughter, the occasional gasp drifting in through the open door. Nurse Anna stepped in front of Bradley now. Her fingers working at the tapes of his diaper. With much anticipation she peeled the heavy, sodden front down with a soft, wet crinkle. Bradley’s breath hitched—he could hear faint gasps and murmurs drifting in from the hallway just outside the door. But Nurse Anna and Ms. Robinson stayed focused on the task, seemingly oblivious to the growing audience. Nurse Anna lifted both of Bradley’s ankles high in one smooth motion, folding him in half. A sudden rush of cool air rushed over his wet, pee-soaked skin—and then Nurse Anna gasped. “Oh my gosh, Bradley—what happened to your bottom?” She reached out and lightly touched the inflamed skin. Bradley jerked involuntarily at the contact, a small whimper escaping him. The damage was impossible to miss: his bottom was a deep, angry crimson, the color spread vividly across his sit spots and upper thighs. The redness stood out against his pale skin. Snickers and hushed whispers floated in from the hallway—students watched through the doorway. Ms. Robinson crossed her arms, shaking her head with a tsk. “Bradley here decided to have an outburst in my class,” she explained. “He interrupted my entire lesson—and he had the nerve to do it with profanity. So I took him over my knee and taught him a lesson. Not a math lesson.” Nurse Anna shook her head, tsking softly as she reached for the wipes. “Bradley, you should know better than that. Naughty boy.” Her tone was equal parts disappointment and gentle amusement. “If it had been me, I would have washed that potty mouth out with soap—right in front of everyone.” Bradley barely registered the scolding, he covered his eyes behind his hands, face burning hotter than his bottom. The hallway noise swelled around him with more muffled laughter. His curiosity made him peek between his fingers through his teary eyes. He felt utterly exposed, legs held high, everything on display to whoever cared to look. There was no hiding. It seemed like half the passing-period crowd had stopped to gawk outside the door. “Look how red his butt is,” a girl hissed, voice low but clear enough to slice right through him. “His thingy looks just like a baby’s,” another girl giggled, not even trying to whisper. “Look at that diaper bag on the desk—he’s got plenty of extras in there.” The comments landed like knives. Nurse Anna and Ms. Robinson stayed laser-focused on the task, moving with calm efficiency as though the growing audience didn’t exist at all. Tears welled up, blurring the doorway into a smear of faces. He felt impossibly small. Like he was a toddler on full display being changed on the floor in the middle of daycare. No curtain, no closed door, no shred of privacy. He was just helplessly laying there with his legs held high, and everything exposed to anyone who cared to look. Nurse Anna began working methodically, wiping his skin with the cold baby wipes gliding over his skin. When she reached his punished bottom, even the gentlest pressure made him flinch and belch out an involuntary yelp. “Aww, poor guy,” Nurse Anna murmured undeterred as she continued to wipe, her tone sympathetic but matter-of-fact. “You need to be good so you don’t get these red bottoms, sweetie.” she said, wiping closer to his crack. Bradley tried to squirm away, twisting his hips to escape the stinging contact. “Lie still, Bradley,” Ms. Robinson warned, voice low and edged with steel. “I can still use my hand if I need to.” Nurse Anna kept wiping. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll get you all cleaned up, and then I’ll rub some nice rash cream on your sore bottom. It will feel so good.” Once every trace of pee was gone, Nurse Anna straightened and glanced at Ms. Robinson. “Would you mind grabbing me a fresh diaper from his diaper bag?” Ms. Robinson nodded and turned toward the desk. The moment she turned to the door, Bradley saw a ripple of motion outside—students ducking back, pretending to tie shoelaces or check phones, suddenly very interested in the lockers. But there were more of them now. Way more.  Bradley squeezed his eyes shut again, hands still clamped over his burning face.  The two women continued to talk about him again—like he wasn’t even there, like he was some absent-minded toddler who couldn’t possibly understand the conversation happening over his head.  “His diaper leaking like that is completely unacceptable,” Ms. Robinson said firmly. “We can’t have him ruining floors all day long. I think we should double-diaper him—for extra protection.” Nurse Anna’s face lit up. “That’s an excellent idea. That should solve our leaking problem.” Ms. Robinson reached back into the open diaper bag and pulled out a second thick, crinkly diaper. She carried it to the table while Nurse Anna kept Bradley’s legs hoisted high, ankles locked in one firm grip. Ms. Robinson unfolded the first diaper and passed it to Nurse Anna, who slid it smoothly beneath him. Then the second—layered precisely on top, doubling the cushion. When Nurse Anna finally lowered his bottom, the padding hit like an overstuffed pillow: soft, impossibly bulky. Bradley’s eyes flew wide. “I—I don’t like double diapers,” he stammered, voice pitching high. “They’re way too thick. I wont be able to close my legs!” Ms. Robinson towered over him, arms folded. “Bradley, we’re not risking another leak like in my classroom. The whole room reeked of pee, and if anyone had walked through it, they’d have tracked it across the entire school. This isn’t optional.” Bradley slapped both hands over his face again and began to sob quietly, shoulders shaking. The humiliation burned deeper with every word. “We can’t forget the rash cream,” Nurse Anna said cheerfully, already fishing the tube out of the diaper bag. She softened her tone, trying to coax him out of his misery. “This will make your poor bottom feel so much better, sweetie.” She lifted his legs once more and began rubbing the cool white cream over the angry red skin. Bradley flinched at first—the touch stung—but he had to admit it: the cream was soothing. Nurse Anna continued, spreading it generously over his bottom and then forward onto his little member.. Ms. Robinson watched with a faint smirk, side-eyeing Nurse Anna. “It’s hard to believe something so small can create such a big mess.” Nurse Anna laughed lightly as she worked. She was ready to bring the first diaper up between his legs—then paused. “Whoops! Almost forgot the powder again. I don’t have Heather here to remind me.” Ms. Robinson made the next short trip to his diaper bag, returning with the familiar bottle. Nurse Anna held Bradley’s legs steady while Ms. Robinson shook out a generous cloud of sweet lavender scented powder, dusting it everywhere. The fine white haze settled over his skin like snow. Finally, Nurse Anna lowered his legs and spread them wide apart, she pulled the inner diaper up snugly between his thighs, and taped it securely on both sides. With a quick flick of her manicured fingernail, she ripped a few small holes in the plastic front panel. “That should do the trick,” she said with a satisfied smile, glancing at Ms. Robinson. Then came the outer diaper. She stretched it tightly over the already bulky first layer and fastened the tapes with firm, practiced pulls. She finished with a gentle but proud pat to the massive, rounded bulge now protruding prominently at the front. “There we go—all finished,” Nurse Anna cooed. “That should hold anything you throw at it, little guy. I bet you feel loads better already.” She helped him sit up, then eased him off the table to his feet. The double thickness forced his legs apart in an awkward waddle; every step made the padding crinkle loudly. Ms. Robinson circled him once, inspecting the results. She gave the back a few solid pats to test the thickness. “Yes, this is much better. This should do the trick.” Bradley stood there trembling, eyes fixed on the doorway. At least fifteen students had gathered by now—some whispering, some openly staring. They’d been enjoying the entire extended show. Then the bell rang. The crowd outside groaned in collective disappointment. Heads reluctantly turned toward classrooms, and the group dissolved. Within seconds the hallway was empty. Bradley stood with Ms. Robinson and Nurse Anna, He was examining his double-diaper bottom. He looked down at himself, registering just how enormous the double diaper really was. The padding ballooned out in front and back, forcing his thighs apart in a permanent, helpless spread. No matter how hard he tried, his knees refused to meet—there was simply too much bulk between them, like a thick pillow permanently wedged there. Every small shift made the layers rustle loudly, like a relentless, crinkly symphony. Then he noticed, the redness from his spanking still peaked out below the diaper. Bradley looked up, something deep inside him crumbled. Nurse Anna tilted her head, smiling fondly. “Aww, Bradley, you have the cutest diaper butt,” she cooed, giving the massive, rounded rear a gentle, approving pat. The crinkle amplified under her hand. “Now let’s see about getting you something to wear over that…” Nurse Anna turned back to the diaper bag and began rummaging through it. Many diapers and creams came out but no shorts. She frowned, hands on her hips. “Hmm… I don’t see any spare shorts in here. His mommy must have forgotten to pack extras.” “I guess we could check the lost and found,” she suggested brightly. Ms. Robinson rolled her eyes and nodded reluctantly.“ I’ll go look.” She disappeared down the hall. A couple of minutes later, Ms. Robinson returned, holding a single pair of faded gray gym shorts. “I searched the whole lost-and-found bin. This is all I could come up with. There were a few skirts I thought would probably fit but I left them behind—I figured Bradley would appreciate that.” Bradley swallowed hard. Ms. Robinson knelt in front of him and held the shorts open at his feet. “Step in, sweetie.” He placed shaky hands on her shoulders for balance and lifted one foot, then the other. Ms. Robinson began sliding the shorts upward—slowly at first, then got stuck. The waistband of the shorts caught against the thick, unyielding diaper. She tugged but nothing budged. Nurse Anna stepped behind him to help. “Here, let me—” Together they pulled, one on each side, stretching the fabric with firm, synchronized effort. The shorts strained but they refused to rise past the widest part of the thick diaper. After several futile yanks, Nurse Anna let go with a disappointed sigh. “Well… that’s not happening,” she said, brushing her hands together. “These shorts are never going over that..” Bradley stood frozen, cheeks flaming, the failed shorts now bunched uselessly around his thighs like a defeated flag. The double diaper remained fully exposed—crinkly, bulky, and impossible to conceal. The thought of walking to class like this made his stomach lurch.   Ms. Robinson turned to Nurse Anna with a shrug. “Well… I guess we could just send him out dressed the way he is.” Bradley’s head snapped up. “No—please!” he shouted, voice cracking with panic. The words tumbled out louder than he intended, echoing off the small office walls. Nurse Anna raised a calming hand. “I’ll consult with Principal Hargrove and see what she thinks is best.” She sat at her desk, gently pushed aside the scattered diapers and supplies to clear space, and began typing a brief message on her computer. Her fingers moved quickly across the keys. Bradley couldn’t stand still. He waddled anxiously back and forth in front of the changing table—each step a loud, crinkly reminder of the double-thick padding forcing his legs apart. He needed pants. Anything. A towel, a jacket, a damn trash bag—something to hide the bulging, noisy evidence sagging between his legs before anyone else saw. He kept glancing toward the open door, half-expecting the hallway to fill up again, terrified someone might walk by and see him like this—in his massive exposed diaper. He decided it best to crouch and try to hide behind one of the beds.   Part 4 A few minutes later, the sharp, purposeful click of heels echoed down the hallway. The sound grew steadily louder until Principal Hargrove stepped through the door She entered with her usual brisk cheer. “How can I help you, Nurse Anna?” Nurse Anna glanced over at Bradley, who was crouched awkwardly behind one of the low nurse beds, trying—and failing—to disappear. Her glance drew Principal Hargrove’s attention as well. “Oh, poor lamb,” the principal said, her voice softening as she marched straight over to him. She took in his tear-streaked cheeks and flushed face, then gently but firmly pulled him up to his feet so she could assess the situation. Her eyebrows shot up the instant she saw him fully. Bradley stood there, bare from the waist down except for the enormous, crinkling double diaper that ballooned between his legs. The thick padding forced his thighs apart in an exaggerated, toddler-like stance. She spun him gently around and sucked in a quiet breath at the sight of the angry red of his recently spanked thighs and sit spots still vividly visible peeking out from beneath his diaper. She raised an eyebrow. “ Poor lamb, what on earth happened?” Ms. Robinson stepped forward at once, her voice calm and professional despite the lingering tension in her posture. “Thank you for coming, Principal Hargrove. I haven’t had a chance to report it yet, but Bradley had another incident in my class. He severely disrupted my lesson with profanity. I determined that immediate, firm correction was necessary—so I took him over my knee and gave him a good spanking.” Principal Hargrove nodded approvingly. Her gaze drifted to Bradley, lingering on the way the massive diaper forced him into an involuntary waddle even while standing still.  “Afterward, I put him in the corner,” Ms. Robinson continued, “and he completely flooded his diaper—so badly that it leaked all over my floor and soaked his shorts beyond any hope of salvage.” She paused, drawing a slow, steadying breath as the frustration rose again in her chest. Nurse Anna picked up where she left off, gesturing toward the crinkling, overburdened padding. “So we decided the safest thing to do was to double-diaper him to prevent any more leaks. The problem is… we can’t find anything appropriate for him to wear over his diaper.” Principal Hargrove nodded slowly, her eyes lingering on the vivid crimson marks that peeked out beneath his diaper. “Good thinking on the double-diapering—and on delivering proper discipline,” she said. “His mommy specifically asked that he receive swift discipline here at school, just like he does at home. I’ll be sure to speak with her and let her know about this incident.” She shifted her gaze to Bradley. “Though I doubt he will appreciate that very much.” She turned back to Nurse Anna. “And his mother didn’t pack any extra shorts?” “I didn’t find any spares in his diaper bag,” Nurse Anna confirmed. “And honestly, even if we had, they’d never fit over this thick padding.” Ms Hargrove asked again, “Did you check the lost and found?” Ms. Robinson sighed. “No luck there… except for a couple of cute skirts.” Principal Hargrove lowered her gaze to Bradley, taking in the thick, sagging diaper and the telltale red marks still visible at the edges. Her expression shifted—first a flicker of pity, then something harder, more resolute. “Well,” she said, voice steady and unyielding, “if he’s going to act like a naughty baby and make messes, then he can be dressed like one.” She turned to Nurse Anna and Ms. Robinson. “I think the simplest solution is to just let him run around in his diaper for the rest of the day. Natural consequences are the best teachers.” Bradley’s voice cracked, high and desperate. “No—please, don’t make me go around like this! I’ll wear the skirts—anything—please!” Nurse Anna rested a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder, her tone soft yet immovable. “Bradley, sweetie, just embrace it. Babies don’t care who sees their diapers. They wear them, make their messes, and let the grown-ups take care of everything..” He slumped against the edge of the changing table, legs forced wide by the massive bulk between them. Fresh tears slipped down his already-streaked cheeks, hot and unstoppable. His breath hitched; he opened his mouth to protest again, but the words withered in his throat. Principal Hargrove reached out, her expression calm but firm. “Now, Bradley, it’s time to get to your last class. You’re already tardy.” She took his trembling hand in hers. “I’ll walk you there myself so your teacher knows what’s going on.” Nurse Anna repacked the diaper bag, stuffing the scattered diapers, wipes, and supplies back into the white vinyl zoo-print bag. The extra diapers poked stubbornly out the top. After a moment of shoving, it was stuffed full again. “Here,” she said, handing it over. “This is his last class of the day. His mommy will probably want it back tonight.” Ms. Hargrove slung the bulky diaper bag over her shoulder, then tightened her grip on Bradley’s hand as he sniffled and sobbed beside her. Nurse Anna smiled. “Would you like me to write him a hall pass?” “Please,” Ms. Hargrove replied with a small nod. Nurse Anna scribbled one quickly and handed it over, then gave Bradley a cheerful pat on his thick crinkling diaper butt. The sound echoed softly in the room. Ms. Hargrove turned toward the door. “Carry on, ladies,” she said over her shoulder. “Thank you both for taking such good care of our little troublemaker.” Her heels clicked steadily down the hallway. Behind her, Bradley’s double diaper crinkled loudly with every reluctant step, the noise impossible to ignore. He walked beside her in miserable silence, tears still leaking as he tried to keep his head down. This is all Caleb’s fault, he thought bitterly. He started this. Now I’m forced to walk through the entire school in nothing but a diaper—like a baby. My bottom still stings. This thick padding between my legs is so humiliating. I just want to be treated like a big boy again… like I was just a week ago. I just have to make it through one more hour.  

Two years later, but I'm going to jump in to agree. The best solution is to have another person go over it with fresh eyes, but when you can't do that there are a few tricks you can use. Set the work aside, at least over night, even a week or two, that way when you look over it the sentences you know you meant to write aren't still floating in your head ready for your brain to read instead of what's on the page or screen. If you can't set it aside or if you want to help your brain see it fresh then start at the end and essentially read backwards. Read the last sentence, then the one before that, and the one before that, and so on. This will help you not get caught up in what you're reading instead of reading it critically and it will help your brain see it as something familiar but not what you just wrote. You can also trace a pointer of some kind, a finger or a click pen with the pen point retracted, along the words as you read to help encourage your brain to actually look at what's written and not what you know you meant to write or what you expect to be reading. Finally, if you won't have issues with others nearby, read it aloud. You can find errors or simply poorly worded sentences jumping up and down pointing themselves out when you read them aloud instead of just reading in your head. I think I have an idea trying to get out of my head, so I will likely get to make use of these tips again myself soon. And I'm only partway through chapter twenty, but the mean Mister Clock says I have to stop for tonight.

IN MY HONEST OPINION  it looks like hes in just underwear..... "whitey tighties "

DeTomaso

It looks like Luci doesn’t want to let go of the past, Noah and Sophia have let go of the past and they are happy now.