Student Court (Reconstituted)

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Chapter 1 – Bill Goes to Court

Here Bill was in the assistant principal's lair again. He handed the secretary the "discipline notice" he'd been given before being sent down. Improper Lavatory Behavior was what it said. She ordered him to have a seat and wait. He thought about what was next. This wasn't the first time. He feared he knew what was next. He'd be given a good talking to by the assistant principal. He'd then get his punishment. It would be unpleasant. Lavatory infractions led to a suspension of Lavatory Privileges. He'd had it before. The first time was a day, the second a week. During those times he had to come to school in a diaper and had peed in them several times and even one unfortunate day, pooped in it.

A minute later the secretary came back and handed him a piece of paper. Student court is next Monday before school. You'll probably want to speak to your guidance counselor to work out a defense. Also, a parent must sign this form and return it before then. He looked at it. It was indeed a summons to student court. He went up to the counseling office and managed to get an audience with his counselor.

The counselor explained student court was what it sounded like. Student judge, student jury. Either the AP or a student would be the prosecutor. The court was the due process for the benefit of the accused when the outcomes were serious such as suspension, expulsion, or other long-running sanctions.

"Well let's look at your case," the counselor typed on his computer. "Improper lavatory behavior, third offense. That's pretty serious. Any time you've got repeat offenses they tend to throw the book at you."

Now Bill was nervous. "What are they going to do to me?"

"Well, I can pretty much guarantee the prosecutor is going to ask for the full penalty: revocation."

"Revocation?"

"You'll be in diapers until graduation."

"Is there any chance?"

"You do have the advantage of a jury of your peers. It's going to be other students, and while sometimes they can be harsh, you can appeal to their friendly side. I suggest you go in and admit your failing, suggest that you do need to be punished but not the full amount and that you've learned the errors of your ways....yadda yadda."

Well, Bill thought it over. He had a few days before court, but he crafted his plan. It had to work.  They had to listen.

"I can be your 'lawyer' during the trial if you'd like, but it would be best if you made the appeal and I can help you with that."

Monday morning soon came. The judge was sitting up on the bench. There was a case before his. No jury trial and it was disposed of with a three-day suspension. Next came a jury trial. The prosecution again asked for a three-day suspension while the defendant maintained his innocence. The jury after deliberation while finding the student guilty but only gave three days of Saturday detention instead.

"William Bryant." His case was called.

The prosecution started: "On February 11, Mr. Wilson, a math teacher, alerted to a loud noise in the boy's bathroom in the Math wing entered to find the defendant repeatedly and violently kicking the door to one of the stalls in a way to make a loud noise and cause potential damage to the facilities. This is his third offense. In addition while serving a one-week lavatory restriction during the second offense, he was observed entering a restroom in violation of the restriction. Leniency was extended to him, and he was only given an extra day of restriction. We recommend revocation of his lavatory privs."

Now was my turn: "I with great shame admit the allegations. I had just had a bad argument with my girlfriend, and I was angry and wanted to blow off some steam. I admit that it was wrong, and I should have dealt with it another way. I understand this charge is serious and I need punishment. However, I believe I can learn to overcome this. I ask that I only receive ..." This is where I spent a considerable amount of time trying to pick a number between zero and forever that would sound good to the jury, "...two months of restriction so that I can learn my lesson and then show I have reformed my behavior."

The counselor patted me on the shoulder and told me I did a good job. The jury filed out to deliberate.

Minutes passed. They must really be talking about that. A note came out from the jury room and was handed to the judge. He made a few notes on it and handed it back.

"Mr. Smith, Mr. Bryant, I have received a question from the jury. They wanted to know if they were bound to pick one of the two recommendations that you each proposed. I told them they were free to use one of them or to pick anything else they wanted out of the Student Discipline Manual."

The counselor said to me privately, "Well that's a good thing I think. It means they aren't just going to go with the prosecutor plan, but they may pick something in the middle, or they might give you less than you asked for."

The jury filed in. "Have you reached a decision?" the judge asked.

"We have. We, the jury, having found William Bryant guilty of Improper Lavatory Behavior recommend that his lavatory privileges be revoked and that he wear diapers to contain his bodily function."

There were gasps from some of those watching. The counselor patted me on the shoulder, "Sorry kid, thought you had swayed them." I was aghast, almost three years of diapers laid ahead of me.

"Furthermore," the jury foreman continued but was not well heard in the buzz of the room. The judge slammed his gavel, and it got quieter, "FURTHERMORE," the juror continued, "because of his violation of the previous restriction, we recommend a uniform modification that he not wear trousers over the diaper, so it is clear he is on restriction."

The judge banged his gavel. "So ordered, sentence to begin immediately."

My head reeled. The assistant principal and the school nurse pulled me aside. My pants were gone, and then my underwear and a diaper was done up on me. "Back to class now," the AP directed. With red face and in a semi daze I walked out into the hall to the stares and giggles of the student body

 

Chapter 2 – Debbie Find Out About Restriction

Students on Lavatory Restriction must wear a diaper..."

Debbie had read this in the Student Code of Conduct book ten times. At first, she was shocked that the school could even mete out punishment like that, but something kept tugging at her.

She began to fantasize about that punishment. The concept scared her. She'd be embarrassed and repulsed by the idea. And the concept of using it was even more repulsive. This would never happen to her. She was always a good girl. She'd never seen the principal's office or detention in ten years of going to school.

Still, the idea played with her. She kept going back to the code of conduct for the details. Lavatory Restriction could be invoked for abuse of the lavatories and in certain other cases. It went like one day on restriction for the first offense, a week for the second, and then the dreaded revocation of lavatory privs for the third. She kept her ears open and heard of students having been sentenced to it in various degrees. She couldn't imagine it herself. It was all too severe, but still, the concept intrigued her for some reason.

One day she had boarded the bus for the ride home. A not-too-close friend, Linda, boarded and plopped down beside her. Linda's eyes were red. Had she been crying?

"Are you OK?" Debbie asked.

"Yeah, well no I'm pissed. Had a run in with Mr. Dennis. Tried turning on the old water works but it didn't soften the bastard's heart any."

Mr. Dennis was one of the assistant principals, and Linda had obviously tried crying to get out of whatever mess she had gotten into.

"What happened?"

"I was caught hanging out in the girl's room during fifth period. I've got chemistry in sixth period with Matt and I wanted to make sure I looked good."

Linda was boy crazy if nothing else. Matt was her lab partner in Chemistry and the new object of her desire.

"Anyhow I got caught, and you can't work your way out of it with Dennis. He through the book at me."

Debbie snapped to attention now.

"Lavatory Restriction?"

"Yep." She handed over the papers she was carrying. One was a letter to the parents informing them of what had transpired. The other was the details of the restriction. Debbie read this carefully. It detailed what kind of diapers, when Linda was to report, etc, and so forth.  She read it three times.

When she got home, Debbie got on the internet. She now had details, and she searched for adult diapers as described in Linda's letter. Wow, there were more than a few. She looked at sizing. She looked up her waist and hips on the size chart. She'd be a small. What was she doing? She was not on Lavatory Restriction, and she certainly wasn't going to be.

After Linda's day in diapers, Debbie found she wanted details. She had to be careful. She wanted to seem concerned, but not ghoulish nor let Linda know that there was some fascination with the underlying punishment.

"How'd it go?" she asked.

"Ah, it was nothing," Linda said. "I mean it felt weird and frankly I had to put on a skirt because all my jeans are too tight to wear that thing under. Other than that, dealing with my parents was worse than what happened at school. Hell, Matt kept his eyes on me all sixth period. I think it was just the skirt. I don't wear them much, but if it turns him on, maybe I should."

It went on that her father had made her pay for the diapers as part of her punishment. Linda went on about Matt and how she was wasting money she could have spent on cosmetics.

"Like I paid $18 and only used two out of the whole bag."

"Two?" Debbie asked.

"I did have to go."

"Eeeuuu..." Debbie pretended disgust.

"It's no big thing, it's just pee," Linda stated.

Debbie dared not prolong the conversation and Linda was well onto talking about Matt anyhow. Still, her mind wandered to her envisioning what Linda's day was like. Dressing, peeing in the diaper. The fact that there was a whole bag of diapers less two still somewhere at Linda's intrigued her as well. Could she get one? They were just going to waste. No, she couldn't ask that.

Chapter 3 – Debbie Gets It

Weeks went on, but Debbie's mind kept wandering to the subject. She reread the code of conduct. She spent time online looking at medical supply sites envisioning diapers. Could it happen to her? Could she make it happen? She dreamed of it happening. She figured she could do it. Linda just hung out int he bathroom during class. She had never cut class let alone did something that could get her in deep trouble. It nagged at her. She decided she would do it. She planned that she'd just linger in the bathroom and get caught. It wasn't a heinous crime, and she could explain it to her parents. All she would have to do is go in between classes and stay there. Monday I'll do it.

After third period she went in and pretended to pee. She just sat there in the stall. The bell rang. She couldn't do it. She hustled off to class. Tuesday she didn't even get that far. Wednesday the teacher in math was going to go over the questions on the recent exam that Debbie got a 100% on. If there was a class, she could miss this was it. She lingered in the stall until the bell rang. When the bathroom grew quiet, she came out. Linda was just doing makeup. Debbie didn't carry much, but she had some lip gloss. She pulled the little brush from the bottle and began to apply it intently. Minutes passed. She reapplied the same thing three times. This was stupid. Nobody was coming, and she was just wasting time in this stupid bathroom.

She decided she'd just go back to class. She'd make up some excuse with the math teacher. It wouldn't be a problem she was ten minutes late to class. Out to bathroom door and she turned towards class.

"Young lady!" a voice boomed behind her.

Mr. Dennis. "Do you have a pass."

She turned, nearly petrified. "No," she said sheepishly.

"Do you have any excuse for this misbehavior?"

"No."

"Come with me."

Oh my god. It was happening. It was happening. She wanted it to stop. Could she get out of it? What excuse could she give? Was she sick? She started to cry but remembered Linda trying that.

In his office, Mr. Dennis started his lecture. "You are well aware that to be out of class requires a pass. You also should understand from your review of the code of conduct at the beginning of the year that you're expected to use the lavatory on your own time. I'm going to give you a day of lavatory restriction. Do you know what that entails?"

Debbie couldn't even speak at this point. "Good." Mr. Dennis was shuffling papers. "Please show these to your parents." It was the same papers she had seen with Linda. He also handed her a hall pass and told her to get back to class. Linda read over the papers on the way back to class. It was the same as Linda's except they now had her name on it. It was going to happen. She was filled with dread and excitement. Her restriction was set for the following Monday.

When she got home, she told her mother she had been in a little trouble at school and handed over the papers. At first, mother clucked at her for being in trouble, but she got angry? This is the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. She was going to give this Mr. Dennis a piece of her mind. Debbie wanted to avoid the fuss. Part of her hoped mom would get her out of this. Part of her wanted her not even to try.

The next day when she got home, there it was on the counter. A bag of Super Adult Briefs, size small. She stopped and examined the bag. Just touching the plastic itself was electric.

"The woman at MedMart said those were the best they had. I talked to Mr. Dennis, but I got nowhere. I guess you made your bed; you'll have to lie in it. I figured you shouldn't be any more uncomfortable than you need be."

"Thanks, mom." was all Debbie could muster. She wanted nothing more than to rip the bag open and try one.

"Perhaps you should go upstairs and make sure they fit, dear."

"I guess you're right," Debbie said trying to hide any real interest.

She went upstairs and read the bag. There were pictures on the back showing how to put them on, but other than having two tapes per side, they were no different than baby diapers.

She opened the bag and pulled one out. She just stared at it for a while. Then she slid off her jeans and panties and plopped down on the bed and put it on. She stood up and looked in the mirror.

She realized her shirt was tucked into the diaper and pulled it out. She looked for a while. She started to get hot. This was all so strange. She pulled her jeans back on, and she could struggle and get them fastened. While she didn't wear hers as tight as Linda, it was still a tight fit with the diaper.  She could hardly move. She took them back off. Linda had suggested a skirt. She had a dress in her closet and slipped that on. That was a lot easier. She spun around in front of the mirror. It didn't show which was good. She still, however, felt the bulk between her legs. Was she going to walk bowlegged? No, it wasn't that bad.

Her mother came up and knocked. She opened the door.

"Well?"

"They fit fine. The jeans were a bit tight over them, but I think I'll wear this on Monday."

"Good. You can change back now. Your father got home, and dinner's almost ready."

Debbie toyed with the idea of leaving the diaper on, but no, she wasn't ready for that. She very carefully undid the tapes and stored the bag of diapers and the one she had tried on in the closet and put her t-shirt and jeans back on and went down to dinner.

Monday morning came. She ate breakfast, showered, made sure to pee one last time. It was her big day, and she was excited. She had laid the diaper and dress out the night before. She had also packed a small gym bag with two extras and some wipes as advised in the instructions from school. She got dressed and headed out for the bus.

Sitting on the bus, she felt the bulk of the diaper. Every time she moved her legs, it was electrifying. She was scared someone would find out.  She could never be as nonchalant about it as Linda. But she was excited never the less. She reported to the office, and Mr. Dennis asked if she was wearing her diaper. She lifted her skirt to show him. He led her to the "changing room" and showed her were to stow her bag. "Only during passing time or lunch, and I'd recommend lunch when you have time to do it. I will not be writing passes for you spending too much time changing."

Off she went to homeroom.

As she walked down the hall she looked at herself. Could others tell? She couldn't tell when Linda was on restriction. Sitting down in homeroom, she felt the padding below her and between her legs. It was electric. She was actually doing it. What was this about this that was so exciting? She could hardly pay attention to what was going on. She stood up for the pledge, again the bulk between her legs as she stood at attention jolted her. The day went on, she tried to keep her mind on schoolwork, but it was hard. The dress added to the excitement. She rarely wore them and moving through the halls the breeze on her bare legs up to the point of the diaper just reminded her of what was going on under the dress.

After lunch, she realized that she had to pee. She knew that it was required that she do so in the diaper. She held it for a while, but during the droning of her next to last class, she decided to try. She couldn't at first. Years of training kept her from being able to go sitting in class. She closed her eyes and thought about it. A trickle started, and she quickly stopped it. She opened her eyes and looked around. All the students were sitting there either looking at the teacher or half asleep. She tried again this time letting the flow go. She felt the warmth build as she experienced the relief. Again she was excited. Here she was in the middle of History peeing away. Again she looked around as if someone was going to detect what she was doing, but no, they were still the same.

As she walked to her final class, she felt the diaper pull at her hips. Obviously, it was much heavier having soaked up the load of pee. There wasn't too much of a feeling of being wet, though when she sat down, she felt it.

Linda caught her on the bus. "Trying to catch a boy?" she asked.

Debbie didn't catch that this was a reference to the dress.

"Or did you get lavatory restriction?"

Now Debbie caught on. She blushed.

"I'm sorry for you. Mine sucked."

"It's OK.  It's over now. I'll change when I get home."

When she got home, her mother inquired how her day went. "It wasn't too bad. I gotta change though."

She grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and went upstairs. She took off the dress and stared a second at the wet saggy diaper in the mirror. She began to have second thoughts about the whole idea. As exciting as it was, this is the reality. A girl standing in a soaked diaper. Sitting in her own pee all the last hour. She ripped off the diaper and stuffed it into the plastic bag and tied it off before she could smell it. She headed off into the shower and got back to normal.

She thought her experiment would satisfy her for a while. The aftermath reminded her it wasn't all fun and games. One evening she went to the closet and retrieved the diaper she had test fit when they first arrived. She put it back on. She climbed into bed and gently rubbed herself to sleep.

As time went on the desire started returning stronger. Could she do it again? This time it would be a week. No, she couldn't keep doing this. If she'd get caught a third time, she'd be irrevocably going to school in diapers. That would be terrible, or would it? No, she couldn't risk it a second time. Sure she could. She went back and forth for weeks.

Chpater 4 – Debbie Sees Bill

It was during this period that Bill Bryant came to her attention. Here was a boy openly walking around wearing a diaper and from appearances using it. From listening to the scuttlebutt without appearing too inquisitive, she found out he had been put on revocation as well as getting a double whammy from the student court of the uniform modification. She'd seen other students on uniform modification, but that usually meant a day or week wandering around in the underwear, but this obviously intrigued her.

One day she watched intently as she saw Bill walking down the hall towards her and turned and followed him with her eyes as he walked away.

"Nice ass in that diaper, but no way I'm going to hang out with a boy in soggy pants."

It was Linda speaking. She knocked Debbie out of her daze. Of course, Linda was only interested in the guy whereas Debbie was looking at the diaper.

"Oh, I wasn't... I mean it's just so weird I had to look."

"Love it when the guys get a uniform modification. 'specially the ones in briefs. Love getting a look at the shape of their package."

Debbie felt safe that her cover wasn't blown. To Linda, everything was about guys.

Still, now the desire was getting stronger as was the idea of finding out more about Bill. After a week or so, she figured out his schedule. She managed to find herself where she knew he would be.

One day as he was approaching she pretended to "accidentally" drop her books. It was a lame trick, but it worked. As she stooped down to pick up her books, he stopped and got down to help her.

Their eyes met for a second as he handed her one of her books.

"Thanks," was all she could muster.

"No problem," he said, and he stood up, and he was gone.

She was blushing, and she was in a daze at the encounter. Damn it.  Why was all this happening? The bell rang for class. She felt a welling of resolve. She slowly walked down the hall. She saw a teacher walking towards her, and she sharply turned into the girl's room and placed her books down and slid down the wall and sat there. A minute or so later the teacher entered. "Young lady? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class? Do you have a pass?"

Debbie just sat there silent.

"Young lady!" The teacher said with more emphasis.

Debbie stood up. The teacher wrote out a discipline slip and directed her to the office. In short order, she got a scolding by Mr. Dennis and a week's worth of lavatory restriction to "think about it."

"Fine," Debbie thought and went back to class.

Mom didn't say much when I showed her the paperwork. She just asked if I had enough diapers. I did.

Monday came along, and it was time to diaper up. I put the diaper on and pulled on the dress and off I went. As with the first time, I was excited. The air on my legs up to the bulk of the diaper was exhilarating. I was naughty, and nobody else knew. When I had to go late in the day I went. Again I checked around, but nobody knew. The second day was equally good. I didn't worry about peeing before school. I wet myself during second period but decided to keep in the wet diaper until lunch. Walking down the hall, I felt the weight and increased bulk of the now wet diaper. A little dampness while seated heightened the situation.

Walking to lunch, I met Bill coming the other way. I patted the front of my dress over the diaper. Did he notice? Would he understand what I was getting at?

This was the first day I had ever changed at school. Mr. Dennis had shown me a small room when I checked in. It had a lot of cubby holes where we could store our diapers and a couple of small rooms we could change in. I went in, set a sheet of paper provided on the hard changing table and did a quick change. I could get used to this I thought. It was way better than using the bathroom even without the added benefit of the charge it was giving me.

Wednesday the world changed for me. By the middle of first period, I began to cramp. I became aware that I was going to have to poop. I needed to use the bathroom, but it was forbidden to me. I did my best to hold it in but moving between third and fourth-period classes I had to succumb. At first, I felt relief that the pressure was gone in my bowels, but soon the sticky mess mushroomed through the diaper over my rear. I didn't have time to make it to change, so I moved to class and sat down gingerly. I smooshed into the mess. I was disgusted. Here I was sitting in a pile of my own shit, and it had been entirely of my own doing. As I sat there, I also began to realize that I was beginning to smell. Finally, the bell rang, and I moved as fast as I could to the changing room. It took a whole package of wipes to clean myself up. It was truly disgusting wiping poop off myself. I put the replacement diaper off and scrubbed my hands. Leaving the room, I almost crashed headlong into Bill. He's standing there in his diaper smiling. I can't look at him and run out.

My world has changed. This isn't exciting or fun anymore. I just want out and back in panties. I want to be allowed to use the toilet. I don't want to look at Bill in his diaper. I don't want to have anything to do with this disgusting pastime anymore. Problem is I still have two more days of this. It's not something I'm anymore looking forward to. I spend my last two days. It's no fun. Even peeing brings shame to me, the weight and wetness reminding me of how stupid I've been. If I never see a diaper again, it will be too soon.

 

Chapter 5 – Debbie Goes To Court

Debbie didn't think much about diapers for the rest of the year, or Bill. Just the thought of poopy diapers when the inkling arose was enough to push the idea out of her head.

Summer came, and summer went. The new school year started, and Linda started jabbering about what she was going to wear to the homecoming formal. Really for her, she had started planning for the prom already in September. Debbie admitted to herself she'd like to go if she could only find a boy that would ask.

School settled down to a dull routine. Then one morning, much as had hit her before, she started to cramp up during math. She was going to ask for a hall pass, but the bell rang. Her next class was on the far side of the building, and it would take most of the passing time to get there. She had to hold it until she could get into the next class and ask for a pass. Further, it was History with Mr. Miller, and he had a "no passes in the first or last five minute" policy. As she got near to the class, she knew she wasn't going to make it. She dove into the girl's room and hoped there was enough time. She had just got her pants down when the late bell rang. Gosh. She did her business as fast as she could and got out of there. As she hit the hall, she gasped. Mr. Dennis was right there.

"Do you have someplace you're supposed to be?" he inquired.

"Mr. Miller's history class. But I had to go really badly," she replied.

"Get going!" he admonished.

Wow, she thought. I dodged a big one. That could have been another lavatory violation. She shuddered at the thought. Did they reset the offense count at the beginning of the year?

She wasn't even sure she wanted to do one day in diapers at this point.

Later on, she caught a glimpse of Bill. He was pants-less as usual, but now was wearing a real thick diaper and gosh were those little teddy bears on it? He did look cute in them. Big baby.

The next morning in homeroom, her teacher dropped an envelope in front of her. "What's this?" she thought as she opened it.

You are summoned to student court on Tuesday, September 22 at 3 PM to answer the charge "Lavatory Violation (3rd offense)."

"Holy crap." She hadn't got out of the violation yesterday. The letter went on to describe that she could discuss with guidance about counselor bring another student.

At lunch, she went to guidance and got an appointment with her counselor. She detailed the situation of the other morning that it wasn't intentional, she had to go.

Mrs. Bartlett, the counselor, said "Well, it's rare that Mr. Dennis bends the rules. There are a lot of kids who've spent a day in diapers just to give them the incentive to toe the line, but you seem to have a history of this seeing how it's your third offense. Probably there were more times you weren't caught?"

"No," Debbie said, "and this time it wasn't intentional like the others. I had to go."

"You mean this time you had to go, but the other times you were intentionally violating the rules without reason?"

Debbie sheepishly confessed, "I intentionally broke the rules so I'd get caught and placed on restriction."

"Well, I wouldn't mention that in court. You can try your "I had to go badly story" in court and see if it gets you some sympathy from the student jury.

So Tuesday came. Mr. Dennis read the details of what had happened. Debbie plead not guilty and explained her case down to the details of the cramps and Mr. Miller's pass policy.

The verdict came quickly: "Guilty" followed by the sentence "Lavatory privileges revoked."

Well, so much for fantasies. Here was reality. She'd spend the rest of high school in a diaper. She had to explain to her mother she'd need a whole lot more diapers than the remnants of the package from last year.

The next morning, she went into the closet and pulled out one of the remaining diapers and put it on. The old comfortable sensation came back. She pulled out her dress and put it on. She looked through the closet. She had a couple of dresses, and maybe two skirts, and one long dress. She'd need to get more or find some pants that fit over diapers. Off to school, she went. She felt better than she had in a while. She held off wetting until late in the day, but the freedom came back to her.

That night she got on the internet and ordered a sample pack of diapers from one of the sites she had perused earlier. It came a few days later, and she worked through them one at a time. She found one that was moderately thick but she could wet it heavily early in the day and despite a little added bulk and weight, it held until she went home. She'd found her brand and ordered a case of them.

Chapter 6 – Debbie Gets Bill

Now that she was back to being diaper girl, she began to seek out Bill again. She was still nervous around him. What could she do to get his attention? Would he accept her as a kindred spirit? She tried smoothing down her skirt as she passed him, maybe he could tell. It seemed not to work. He was either oblivious or just as nervous as she was. Well hell, she thought. I'm the girl who intentionally gets herself put in diapers. The next morning she pulled out a skirt she hadn't worn. It was shorter than she had dared. It would be too easy to inadvertently expose herself. She always felt risqué wearing it when it was just panties that might have been seen.

As nervous as those initial times wearing the diaper had been, the skirt made her nervous. She was careful moving and sitting to keep it placed properly and her legs together. Then she saw him in the hall. "Here goes nothing," she thought. She did the book drop trick in front of him again. As he got down to help her, rather than squatting herself, she turned and bent forward at the waist. "That should give him a good view." As she straightened, she could see something in his eyes. "Thanks," she said.

Later in the Library, he was sitting alone at one table. Debbie sat in a chair opposite him. She glanced around and slowly opened her legs. She kept an eye out for others, but this should give him a good view.

After a few minutes, he came over and sat beside her.

"You can stop flashing me now. I get the picture. Do you want to go someplace and talk?" he whispered.

She blushed slightly and nodded and followed him. They went outside and sat on a bench.

"I'm Bill," he started, "but you probably new that." He went on to tell his story of the lavatory restriction and the uniform modification and his mother's reaction over the summer. The baby print diapers that followed and the summer babysitter. How he hoped his dad would go to bat for him soon and get him out of being pantless all the time. How he didn't think he would get out of wearing diapers 24/7 for a long time.

Debbie explained how she had just gotten the revocation. That she still wore panties other than at school. Then she figured that she better get her secret off her chest.

"Do you like wearing diapers?" she asked.

"Well, like isn't the right word. I guess I'm used to them now. I do wish I could be like other kids rather parading around like baby Huey all the time."

"I like them," she confessed. "I don't mind wearing them other than if I have to poop."

"Yeah, I hate that too. I'll never get used to that." This answered her question about him with loads in his pants. She tried not to dwell on that idea.

"...and I really like the way you look in yours."

"Gee, thanks. So you restriction turned you into a diaper lover?"

"Well..." she paused, "the first two times I intentionally got caught violating the rules so I'd get put on restriction."

"Oh," he thought this is interesting. "That's OK."

So they hit it off. Here was a girl who liked diapers and him in them and here he was accepting of a girl also in diapers."

After some hints dropped by bringing up Linda, he broached the question...

"You know the homecoming formal at the Hilton is coming up."

"Yes..."

"Would you like to go?"

"I thought you would never get around to asking."

Well, he would have to get a tux, and she was going to have to get a nice dress. Of course, Linda had hers, but she was always game for more shopping. Debbie went home and peeled off the diaper and put on panties and off they went shopping for dresses. Bill hit the men's formal shop and found a tux that fit well over the diaper. Debbie found a sleek satin dress in a deep violet color. She was looking forward to this.

A few days later he came up, and she could tell something was wrong...

"I just went to get the tickets to the formal."

"And?"

"I found out something. Even though it's at the Hilton, it's still a school function. Dennis told me our restrictions are still in effect."

Debbie took a step back. "Crap!" she was going to have to wear a diaper under that dress, and Bill was going to look ridiculous. with a tux with no pants.

"Do you still want to go?" he asked.

"Do you?" she asked.

"I just want to be with you."

"Then let's go. We'll work something out."

Debbie headed off to the medical supply store. She found a kindly woman in the back and explained the situation. She needed the thinnest diaper she could get.

No, she couldn't get by with a pull-up. The school rule required tape on diapers. After digging through the catalogs and yes, she had a sample of a slimline here that Debbie could try.

Debbie went home and put it on and put the dress on over. There was some shadow, but it wasn't too noticeable. This could work.

Bill said his mother had taken to the project as well. She was working on something to make the tux work.

Debbie spent all afternoon working on her hair. As the moment arrived, she went into the bathroom and forced herself to go. She pulled off the panties and taped on the slimline brief and smoothed her dress back down. The doorbell rang. The door opened, and she heard Bill's voice speaking to her parents. She had warned them of what to expect. She glided down the stairs to find Bill standing there holding the box with her corsage in it. His mother had done a good job. She'd hemmed the tails of the shirt up, so they ended neatly under his vest. He was sporting a pair of plastic pants with a satin finish that complemented the material of the suit.

"You look great," he said pinning the corsage to her.

"You too."

Off they went to the dance as they got to the door, Mr. Dennis was there and called them aside. He was checking the underwear status of the restricted in attendance. He nodded at Bill's outfit. Debbie lifted her skirt to reveal the diaper, and they were admitted.

Normally the homecoming king and queen were the center of attention, but Debbie and Will made their way out to the edge of the floor. "Ready?" she asked. They glided together onto the floor as other's gave them room. All eyes were on them. They then went and sat down wondering about that spectacle. Linda came up with her date and said "You guys made an appearance." Debbie said, "The diaper duo strikes again." Linda looked confused, and Debbie whispered to her that she was diapered too being now on permanent restriction. Linda gave a surprised look and then asked if she could dance with Bill. Linda was an attention hog and wouldn't pass up that opportunity to be seen. Linda's date asked Debbie to dance as well.

All in all, it was a great dance.

Chapter 7 -- It Gets Worse
 

Debbie had been hanging out with Bill a while. Mostly at school and right after, but they have had a few dates where Bill's parents begrudgingly allowed him pants. Things seemed to be going pretty well until one morning at school he seemed a bit out of sorts.

"What's up, Bill?" Deb asked.

"Oh, it's just this whole diaper thing. It's getting me down."

"I know what you mean."

"Do you?" he snapped. "At least you wanted this. And you have some level of anonymity. I'm forever going to be known as the diaper boy even if my dad manages to appeal my uniform modification."

Deb was a little taken back. Sure the first times she had broken the rules on purpose, but the time that got her lavatory access revoked wasn't, and she had long washed the idea of wanting to be in diapers out of her head after her pooping incident.

"People know that I am, too," she argued, but it did little to lower Bill's ire. What was wrong with him. Didn't he understand they were both in this together and if he liked her, why was he hostile to her?

They were quiet for a few minutes, but any attempt to talk just seemed to raise the tension. Finally, as they were walking past the girl's room Bill gave her a shove and she crashed to the door nearly falling to the ground.

Deb was partially mortified because he had gotten physical with her and partially because she was now on forbidden ground. She stumbled flat on her butt in the doorway.

Bill at once realized he'd made a massive mistake. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he cried, as he held out his hand to help her up.

Deb didn't want any part of this. She yanked back her hand and skittered back in further and got the door shut between them. What was she going to do? She just sat there.

Bill just stood staring at the door when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned around and froze stiff. Mr. Dennis.

"Come out of there, young lady," he shouted at the door.

Deb had been crying, but now a lightning bolt struck her. She knew it was Dennis. She wiped her eyes. Stood up and came out.

"What am I going to do with the two of you?" he asked. The question was rhetorical. They once again were handed summonses to the student court. The both of them.

Bill took responsibility in court. He admitted that he had pushed Deb into the bathroom and Deb had no responsibility for what happened. Deb thawed a little at this action, but she was still mad.

They sat silently while the jury deliberated. Bill asked the guidance counselor what could happen. Nearly anything, he was told. Most likely his revocation would be affirmed which would kill any chance of having that relaxed. They just waited. All he wanted was for them not to punish Deb.

They were both found guilty and then the sentence was read:

"The revocation for both William and Deborah is affirmed."

There it went, no chance they would ever get out of diapers.

"The use of the changing room is revoked."

The implications of this were staggering, while Deb usually just stayed in the wet diaper until she could get home, if she ever had to poop again, she'd have to carry the load the rest of the day.

"And finally..."

They looked at each other, could it get worse?

"Uniform modification for both parties: underwear only."

Uh oh. They knew what that meant. Bill would now be walking around school in just the diaper. Deborah would be allowed a bra, but otherwise, she'd just be in a diaper. They'd be truly the diaper king and queen now.

"I'm really, really sorry," Bill tried again with Deb. She was just too stunned to say anything and hustled out of the room.

The next morning, Bill knew the drill. He'd been coming to school with no pants for pretty near a year now. Fortunately, it was warm, so he got dressed in the morning by putting on a clean diaper and his sneakers. Deb had a more difficult time. She was standing at the door with her bra and diaper. It was a little chilly she thought so she grabbed a windbreaker. At least it would cover her up en route even if it had to come off once she entered the school grounds. Both parents offered them rides that morning. With similar mindset as the cars were pulled up in the school, they each took a deep breath and walked into the building. They didn't even look at each other or try to look at anybody else while they made their way to homeroom.

The parents, on the other hand, were watching this intently, and after the children were gone, they suggested they have coffee to discuss what to do with these kids.

Bill had an easier time at first than Deb, having been used to being exposed. Deb felt uncomfortable with all the eyes on her. She had seen other girls in underwear only uniform modifications, but unlike the diapers could never envision herself in that punishment. Around second period, Bill wet his diaper without thinking. Over a year in diapers had taken its toll. Now up to this time, he'd have gone for a fast change between classes, but now he'd know he'd be parading around in the wet diaper.

At lunchtime, he hunted out Deb who was sitting by herself. "Can I join you?" Bill asked.

Deb nodded. She wasn't going to say anything but the sight of his wet diaper made her smile. "Ewww, you're wet," she commented.

He smiled back. "Yeah, I'm pretty much beyond being able to hold it at this point."

"I'm trying to go as long as possible. I didn't much care when it was just sitting around in a wet diaper, but now everybody knows what you did."

Bill smiled.  They were talking again. That was good.

Deb did end up peeing in her next to last period. It was chorus and they were standing up on the riser's singing. One of the girls next to her noticed the wet spot growing.

"Oh my god! Are you peeing here!" she exclaimed. Deb turned red, but she couldn't stop. The entire Soprano section was watching her soak her diaper. It was one thing that people knew she was wearing a diaper. It was quite another to have them all see you use it.

They made it through the day and got home. Deb ran upstairs and peeled off the diaper and then just jumped into bed. She didn't want to face anything more. Of course, for Bill, it was just a diaper change.

The next morning Deb arose, showered, and had breakfast. At least time was saved not having to pick out clothes other than a bra. Her mom called up and offered another ride to school. This Deb was thankful for. Even though the bus stop was right in front of her house, she was grateful for a few more minutes of not being out in public in just the diaper. Her mom appeared in the doorway as she was pulling the diaper from the package. This was going to be the last step in getting ready. Her mom was holding something in silver foil and announced: "I have something for you."

Deb had no idea what was happening, but her mother stepped beside her and patted her on the inside of the legs to get her to spread them. "What?..." she started to say and then she felt something being pushed up her rear by her mother's finger, way up inside.

"This is something that will make it easier for you to go," mom said.

Go was the last thing she wanted. What did this mean?

"Put your diaper on, and let's go, we'll be late."

Despite the hurrying of her mother, she carefully taped on the diaper. She didn't want it sagging or gapping when that's all she was wearing.

As with the day before both cars arrived together. Bill and Deb met and walked together.

"Did you get a suppository?" Bill asked.

"Yes," she didn't know what a suppository was, but she was pretty sure it was what was up her rear right now. "What does it mean?"

"I guess there's a good chance we're going to have to poop before too long."

Ugh, she thought. "Can we hold it?"

"We can try, I guess," Bill said.

The idea that she'd have to poop was bad enough. The prospect of sitting in it all day and having everybody know was worse. In homeroom, she felt a burning sensation begin in her rectum. This was uncomfortable, but she felt she could deal with it. As time went on, she started to feel pressure. She clenched her buttocks tightly during the Pledge of Allegiance. She was happy to sit down again. Things weren't good however. When the bell rang, she stood carefully, trying to walk clenched but it was no use. As she made it to the hall, she resigned herself to the inevitable. As with before, there was a momentary feeling of relief as the pressure was released, but soon she felt the mess mushrooming against the diaper and back onto her rear. She had to stop while it was going on and looking around she realized this hadn't gone unnoticed. People were watching her slightly bent over as wave upon wave of poop ballooned out her rear. There was laughter.

She made it to class and gingerly sat down in the mess. As with before she was truly disgusted. As class moved on it became more uncomfortable, and she also became aware that she smelled. This was just too much, and she'd be like this the rest of the day. Gosh, this was awful. Sitting in a pile of her own poop for no earthly good reason.

Class let out and as she stood the mess was now plastering the diaper firmly to her backside. In addition to the smell, the darkness of the poop was clearly visible through the plastic. As she walked, everybody knew she was carrying a load in her pants like a baby. But unlike a baby, she wasn't going to get changed anytime soon, even if she cried, and she did find herself crying.

Of course, Bill had a similar experience, the load was equally apparent when they met at lunch.

The last couple of classes dragged. Deb wanted nothing more than school to be out, and she would be home and out of the poopy diaper. A shower sounded good, and then she though her PJ's soft and warm would be perfect after walking around all day in her underwear.

Leaving the building, she saw her mother's car out in front of the school. She was thankful that she'd get a ride home. Then she saw Bill and Bill's mom in the car as she climbed in.

"How was school today?" her mother asked.

Debbie just glared, "The worst day ever. I just want to go home and get changed."

"Well, you can get changed, but we've got some shopping to do with Bill and his mother."

The next thing she knew they were at the mall. No this couldn't be happening.

"There's a shirt for you, Bill. And a dress for you, Debbie." The mothers were passing over some clothes. Thank goodness for small favors. She struggled to put the dress on in the back seat, but she got it on. At least she wouldn't be paraded through the mall in a diaper alone. Bill was still exposed, but she knew this wasn't a new experience for him. He'd been without pants on and off since last summer.

As they exited the car, Bill's mom handed him a light blue bag. His diaper bag. He threw it over his shoulder. Again this wasn't new to him. "Let's get you cleaned up first."

Their mothers led them through the mall to a family bathroom. From Bill's bag came a changing pad. Deb was first. She got down while her mother carefully untaped the diaper. Bill's mother stood ready with a large container of wipes. Deb looked around for Bill who was carefully averting his eyes from the proceedings. "Bill," she said, and their eyes met, and the two gazed at each other. It was the only way she could get through this. It was one thing to poop in the diaper and to have people know you've pooped it, but to have the poop being wiped off your butt by others was almost too much.

Finally clean and in a new diaper, she felt almost normal for the first time of the day. She gazed into Bill's eyes while he was changed but couldn't avoid taking a glance at his erect penis while this was all going on.

When all was done, they headed for Babies R Us. "You need a diaper bag of your own," Debbie's mom stated. Debbie glared at her. "You have to have one to carry your diapers.  You're not going to be wearing panties anymore." Debbie gasped. No more panties. She knew Bill had gone that way but no, not her. They proceed down the aisles of the store. Bill attracted a few looks from small kids and questions to their mothers "Why is that big boy wearing a diaper?" At least she was spared, or so she thought. A little girl came up and patted her on the rear with both hands. Deb swung around. "Do you wet the bed? My mom says I'm going to have to wear a diaper all the time if I don't stop wetting the bed." Deb just couldn't answer.

In addition to the diaper bag, there were wipes, changing pad, a diaper genie, bottles, sippy cups, a cute bowl and a plastic coated spoon. It rapidly became apparent, that home life was going to be baby life.

The next stop was the fabric store. Her mother selected yardage in baby prints and some frilly pink material. While she couldn't buy baby clothes in Debbie's size, it became quite apparent that her mom, an accomplished seamstress, was going to make some. They even selected some fabric for Bill. He hadn't had baby clothes. His mother had mostly subjected him to wandering around in just the diaper and a shirt.

 

Chapter 8 – Trouble Again

 

Bill and Debbie were back in the assistant principals waiting room.   They were in trouble again.   They were sitting in their diapers and in Debbie’s case, a bra.   This had been their school uniform for the better part of a year since their last appearance in student court.

“What do you think they’re going to do to us?” Debbie asked.

“I don’t know what’s left.    I mean they could take what’s left of our clothes away, I guess.”  Bill responded.

“That might be an improvement. I could use the toilet then.”

“I don’t know. It’s been so long for me. I’d probably just pee on the floor.    That’s not likely to make them happy.  They probably could suspend or expel us.”

“Mom would freak on that,” Debbie said.

“Yeah, mom pretty much told me that if I was suspended, she’d home school me and I wouldn’t like it.   I suspect I’d be wearing the diaper alone at home too.   Possibly she’d take away my clothes even when we go out.”

Debbie thought about this.   Both sets of parents had got quite upset the last time.     She had to wear the diaper at home, and her clothes had been replaced with frilly little girl dresses and other baby clothes.

“Yeah, I’d probably be forced to regress the rest of the way.   Complete babyfication.   Ugh.”

Soon the AP had them in his office.   “What am I going to do with you two?” he asked rhetorically.   “Normally, I’d give you both a week of uniform medication to the point of nudity.   But that isn’t going to work, is it?”

The two shook their heads.

 

“Well, I’m going to have to think about this.   I’ll call your parents later today with my decision.”  With great foreboding, they went back to class.

That evening, Bill’s mother met him at the door.   “I guess you couldn’t stay out of trouble, could you?” were her first words.   Bill didn’t answer.   “Well, you’ll pay for it at school tomorrow.   I guess I don’t have anything that I need to do.”

Bill paused and then asked, “Did they tell you what they are going to do?”

“Yes, not all the details, but he asked for my consent, and I gave it.    You’ll need to be to school early to meet with the school nurse.”   Bill decided he didn’t want to know the details.    He did his homework, had dinner and slept fitfully.

The next morning, clad only in his typical diaper he found himself in the nurse’s office a half an hour before school began.   Debbie soon arrived in her bra and diaper.

“Do you know what they are going to do?” she asked.

“No, mom was really cagey?  You?”

“Nope, my parents wouldn’t tell me either.”

Soon the nurse called them into the back room.    “This is a very new and unusual situation for me.   I normally don’t get too involved in school discipline,” she explained.   The two looked blankly at her.   “You don’t know what is going to happen, do you?” she asked.   They shook their heads.

“Ok, take off the rest of your clothes,” she said to them.   Bill peeled off his diaper.    Debbie with a bit of hesitation unclasped her bra and dropped it on the table next to her.   She slid the diaper off.    Here it was, she thought, this is how I’m going to class.    The cool air of the office and her situation caused a shiver.

“First, we’re going to take care of your backside,” the nurse announced.   She commanded them to lie down and rolled a stand containing two bags on it.    The next thing Bill knew he felt something being pushed into his rear.   A click and he felt water flowing into his rear.   He looked over as the nurse performed the same operation on Debbie.   The liquid made him cramp, and he groaned.

“Take it easy,” the nurse said, “You’re not even half done,” she said pointing at the bag.   Bill watched as the water level slowly decreased in the bag.    The cramping got more severe.    Finally, it was empty, and the nurse slowly extracted the tube.    “You can go expel now,” she said pointing at the toilet.   Bill carefully made his way over there and sat down.   This was the first time in recent memory he’d actually sat on a toilet.   He released his grip and exploded into the toilet.    After he was convinced he was done he wiped himself and flushed and took his time washing up.

He returned to the main room and shortly Debbie returned for her session with the toilet.   “There, that should clean you out well enough that you can make it through the day.   But just to be sure, please lie down again.”

Bill lied down.   Again he felt something being pushed into his rear.   Was she going to repeat the process?   No a different sensation this time.   He felt the thing expanding in his rear.    He watched as it was repeated on Debbie. The nurse was squeezing a rubber bulb.   This must have inflated the thing in his rear.   She shut the valve and removed the bulb.

“There, you now are plugged up.   If you do need to poop, come back here, and I’ll remove it long enough for you to go.   Now the front side.”  She went over to wash her hands.

Bill looked at Debbie.   The tail of the butt plug was protruding from between her cheeks.   He reached down and felt the same from his rear.   Touching it, he felt the odd sensation of it pulling at his anus.    The nurse returned with a tray.   “Flip over,” she commanded.

Bill did, feeling odd lying there naked, and he had a good erection going.   The nurse pulled on rubber gloves and then grabbed hold of his member.    Then before he could come to grips with that idea, she produced a tube that she started pushing into his pee hole.   This was the oddest, uncomfortable feeling he’d ever experienced.   Soon she stopped, and he washed as a yellow liquid started to flow down the tube.   Next, he felt a fullness in his bladder and noticed that the nurse was working a syringe.

“This inflates a balloon at the end of the catheter and will hold it in place.”    She then started strapping things to his leg.   One was just a garter to hold the end of the catheter and then a plastic bag which was accumulating the yellow liquid.    The nurse changed her gloves and repeated the procedure on Debbie.  Debbie made a small shout and started to cry as the catheter hit home.   When done, the nurse told them to follow her.   Bill stood he could feel the hose dangling out of his rear and looked at the ridiculous sight of a tube sticking out of his dick.   He looked over at Debbie.   Her tube was coming out of her slit as well.    He watched as a flow of urine ran down the tube and started filling the bag.

“I guess this isn’t going to leave anything to anyone’s imagination,” he said.

Debbie was still sobbing, but she managed to shake her head.

With that, they headed off to class.

 

Chapter 9 – Debbie Naked

Debbie made her way to homeroom.    She was used to people staring at her. She’d been practically naked for the past months wearing just a diaper and bra to school.    This was different.   The air brushing over her breasts and bare ass was new.    And it blew cold over the dampness in her slit as well.

She’d seen other students naked, of course.    It had intrigued her a bit though she never really intended to try intentionally get herself in trouble as she had done to get diapered.     Still, this was different.   People were staring at her partially because she was naked and also because there were tubes sticking out of her.   It was perverse.   As she walked the motion tugged the tube in her urethra.

She got to homeroom and sat down.   The butt plug was pushed harder into her, and she felt the yanking of the catheter tube.    She tried not to move as best she could.    The girl in front of her, Mary, turned and stared mouth agape.   “What’s with all this?” she asked.

“I got into even deeper trouble.    They gave me and Bill nude punishment.”

 

“What’s with the hose,” Mary asked.

Deb took a deep breath.  This wasn’t going to be the last time she’d probably havee to explain this.     “They still won’t let us use the bathroom.   This is so we can be naked and still go.”

Just at this point a flow of urine went down the tube and filtered into the bag.   Mary continued to stare.   “Do you have to do that while I’m talking to you,” she said shocked.

“I can’t control it,” Deb admitted.  “This tube goes way up inside me, and it’s held there with a balloon.”

“Oh, my God,” Mary gasped.   She thought a second.   “What about, um, the other side?”

“They cleaned me out real good with an enema.    Then they stuck a plug up in there.”

“Ah, that’s what that is.   I thought you’d grown a tail.”  Mary laughed.    Deb had to admit that it was a wee bit funny herself and laughed.

The day went on.    Lots of stares.   Lots of laughter.   Some gasps.    She was always getting tugged on by the catheter and the ball blocking her anus was a constant pressure.    During one trip between periods, she felt an odd tugging at her anus.    She snapped around to see a group of boys laughing.   One of them must have yanked on the tail of her plug as a dare.   He was lucky she hadn’t crapped on him.

The bag on her leg got progressively fuller and heavy.    Not only was she subjected to this but she was forced to carry around her waste visible on her leg.

At the end of the day, she headed back to the nurse’s office not knowing what else to do.   Bill was also there.   His leg bag was similarly full.

“Your mother’s called,” she said.   They said they’ll be here shortly to pick you up.   Deb just sat down, looking sad.

Bill turned to her.  “Pretty bad, eh?” he said.

“Yeah,  I mean, I thought I was exposed wearing just a diaper, but now there’s no secret.   Every time I make water people see it run down my leg.    A boy yanked on my plug too.”

“I know what you mean.   And I’ve been getting erections all day.   Every time I get bigger or smaller, this thing rubs the inside of me.”

“Ouch,” Deb said instinctively.

Soon their respective mothers came, and they spoke to the nurse briefly.   The nurse handed each a bag of something, and they came out and collected their kids.

“Let’s go,” Deb’s mom said.

“Aren’t they going to take these tubes out?”

“The nurse says you’re OK to keep them in for the duration.”

“Don’t I get to get dressed, at least put a diaper on?”

“No, if it’s good enough for school that you be like this, it’s good enough for home.”

Deb resigned herself to follow her mother.   Outside was a different story as she got into the car she felt even more exposed.    They drove home in silence.   Once parked outside her mother took her by the hand around to the backyard.    First, she reached down to Deb’s leg bag and squeezed the valve at the bottom.

“Hold this open until it’s fully drained,” Deb’s mother told her.   She did and watched the urine drain from the bag onto the ground.    While she was doing this, her mother was busying herself with the contents of the bag from the nurse.   She was running water from the hose bib.   When she turned, Deb saw her mother had filled an enema bag.

“Oh no,” Deb vocalized.

“Oh yes,” her mother said, and she came over and fiddled with the tail protruding from Deb’s rear.   She heard a hiss and felt the plug deflate inside her.   Her mother pulled sharply, and Deb felt the remains of the plug yank from her rear.    It was soon replaced with the enema nozzle, and the flow started.     Deb’s mom hung the bag on a nail and proceeded to rinse off the plug and fiddle with something else.    Deb just stood there, naked in her backyard with a hose in both ends of her.    She watched the bag drain and doubled over with the cramps of the cold water inside her.     Finishing the bag, her mother yanked the tube from her.

She continued to cramp and bent over holding her stomach.

“Well,” said her mother.

“What?” said Deb confused.

“You don’t think I’m going to let you walk through the house ready to explode like that, do you?   Besides, you’re not allowed to use the toilet.”

Deb understood.   She released her grip and let a stream of water erupt for her rear.    It subsided and then she pushed, and another appeared.   This repeated twice.   “Done?” her mother asked.   Deb nodded.   Her mother took the hose and sprayed Deb’s rear.    She then pushed the plug back in and pumped it quickly.   She inflated it to a much larger degree than the nurse had.

“OK, you can come inside now.”

Deb found sleeping with the catheter even more disturbing.   But eventually, she fell asleep.    Before she knew it, her mother was calling her name.   She opened her eyes.

“Time to rise and shine, honey.”

She dragged herself out of bed and was led into the bathroom.   She froze as she got through the door seeing the enema bag hanging on the shower curtain rod.   “Let’s get you cleaned out,” her mother said.   “Stand in the tub while I pull that thing out.”

Deb did as instructed and she heard the hiss and felt the thing being yanked from inside her.   Almost immediately the enema tube entered her, and the water started.      Her mother sat on the closed toilet and watched as the bag drained into her.    The last third seemed to take forever, and Deb felt the cramping start.

Her mother finally pulled out the tube.

Deb looked pleadingly at her mother, but she remained seated on the toilet.  “Mom?”

“No dear, you know you aren’t to be using the toilet.

Deb knew what she had to do.   She squatted down in the tub, and a stream of liquid gushed from her rear.    A few chunks of feces blew out as well and then more liquid.   When she was done her mother reinserted the plug and pumped it up hard inside her.

“Shower up now, and make sure all that goes down the drain.   I don’t want to find poo in here.   Don’t forget to drain you other bag too.”   She left, and Deb turned on the water, hot.     She watched as things swirled down the drain and then reached over and opened the valve on her leg bag and watched it’s yellow contents go down the drain, too.”   She turned up temperature hot and steamed herself calm.

After her shower, she started to dry herself and then felt it.   “Crap,” she thought.    She dug through the bathroom cabinets and came up with a tampon and inserted it.    She hadn’t thought much about her period, having to wear what amounted to the worlds largest maxi pad all the time.    It was just one more thing that went into the diaper.   Now she had things stuck in all of the holes down there.

She got dressed and had breakfast, and her mother drove her to school.    It was more of the same, but they really couldn’t do much more to her.     The tampon string didn’t escape attention either.   This was just peachy.   Bill caught up with her at lunch.

“How’s it going?” he asked.

“Ugh,” she said recounting her night.

Bill said that he had gotten home and his mother told him HE was indecent.    She told him to put a diaper on which he did over the catheter.   “On one hand, it didn’t get wet since all the pee was running into the bag.   And I did get remove the plug overnight.”

“Did you enema this morning?”

“Yeah, mom made me expel it in a diaper.”

“I got to erupt in the shower,” she admitted.

The second day at school wasn’t any better for Debbie.    She came to realize she was a spectacle.   She realized that girls who got uniform modifications attracted a lot of attention, the fact that she had these tubes sticking out of her made her more of a freak show than a stripper display.   By the end of the day she had quite a weight on her leg.   She made her way to the nurse’s office.

“Oh, your bag is overfull, come let me help you drain that.   You need to watch that and come in earlier,” the nurse said leading her to the bathroom.

Great, thought Debbie.   They make me wear this silly thing and then chastise me for not doing it right.   By the time she came out, Bill was there.    Soon their mothers arrived.    The mothers chatted briefly with the nurse and then Debbie’s mom approached her holding a diaper.

“Let’s get you covered up.   It was indecent of you wandering around naked yesterday,” Debbie’s mom said.

Indecent?  Debbie thought.   Indecent I’ve been all day in front of everybody in the school.   But still this was a small respite, and Debbie lied down on the cot.   Debbie’s mother fiddled with the tail of the butt plug, and Debbie felt it being yanked out.   Small favors, at least she wouldn’t have to endure another backyard enema and have the stupid plug in her all night.    A diaper was taped in place.   Next Debbie’s mom unhooked the catheter from the leg bag and tucked it into the diaper.   She removed the straps and leg bag.

They road home in silence.   When they got home Debbie decided to do homework.   As she sat at her desk, she felt her self getting wet in an odd place.     The catheter was discharging her pee into the diaper.    For one, it was in an odd place.   Second, it was something she had no control over.   She was now like a baby.    Wetting with no control whatsoever.

At bedtime, she put another diaper on.   At least it was easier sleeping this way than having the bag attached.   She slept more soundly and was awakened by her mother in the morning dragging her to the bathroom.   Her diaper was lowered and the enema nozzle inserted and then her mother yanked the diaper back into place and opened the valve.    Debbie knew what was expected.   She took the full bag, groaning at the cramps the foreign liquid was causing.   Once the bag was empty, she felt her mother yank the tube out and Debbie immediately exploded into the diaper.

“Good girl,” her mother laughed.   “Now get ready for school.”

Debbie carefully removed and disposed of the sodden diaper.    She hopped into the shower and got clean.   She dried herself and noticed urine dribbling from the tube.   Crap, she thought, and then giggled.   No, urine, she corrected herself.   She got a diaper and put it in place.   She took a wipe and cleaned up the dribble.

The rest of the week was just a repeat of this.   Debbie would go to school and remove the diaper and have the butt plug inserted.    Friday arrived, and while the nurse removed the tube finally from Debbie’s bladder, she left in the butt plug.   “Your mother wants it for some reason,” the nurse explained.   “She can retrieve it when you get home.  Here’s the inflator,”  the nurse said handing her a rubber squeeze bulb.    Great, Debbie thought, she wanted to be done with the thing.

When she got home, her mother told her to remove the plug, clean it off and put it away in her underwear drawer.    Underwear, Debbie thought, you mean my diaper drawer.   Oh well, at least she could take the thing out of her.   She reached back and fiddled with it and found the valve.   She heard the hiss as the air inside escaped and she yanked it out.    She rinsed it off and dried it and put it and the bulb in with her diapers.

Chapter 9 – College Visit

Monday morning in homeroom, once again in a diaper and bra she chatted with Mary.    “I see you’re back in pampers,” Mary said.

“Yeah, small favors,” Deb replied.

“I guess you’re used to this,” Mary commented.

“Yeah, except since things were pulled out, I’m noticing that I’m actually leaking a bit.   I mean, I’ve always had control, I had to make a conscious effort to go in the diaper, now a few times it’s come out…both ends.”

“That’s too bad. Hopefully it won’t last,” Mary said, then added, “Don’t you have a college interview coming up this week?”
 

Deb brightened.   “Yes, I’m supposed to go to Newcastle on Friday.”   This made her feel better.    She had already gotten into State, but that was a safety.   She wanted to go to Newcastle, and she figured her grades and SATs were good enough to stand a chance.   Newcastle was one of the best schools around and while only an hour away it was far enough that she wouldn’t be enticed to live at home and compute.   If she ended up at State, her mother would probably try to get her to live at home.

Still, it was a pipe dream.   Even if she could get in, it would be expensive, and they’d have to give her a lot of financial aid if she was going to be able to go.   Deb pouted, it probably would be State, living at home, and probably still wearing diapers.

Deb reminded her mother of the appointment, and her mom agreed to let her have the car so she could drive up herself on Friday.   Thursday night, Deb looked through her closet.    Oddly, she had grown a bit over the past year, and a lot of her clothes didn’t fit.    Most of her pants were too tight to wear with diapers and seeing how she didn’t need school clothes; her mother hadn’t bought her anything lately.    She pulled out her nicest dress and tried it on.   Yes, it still fit well.   This was it.    She thought a bit and looked through the drawers.    Alas, it was for not, there was not one pair of panties to be found.   Besides, she thought, the way things were going of late, she didn’t dare not wear protection less she leak all the place during the interview.

She thought a bit longer and came up with a plan.    She set out her dress for the next morning and packed her diaper bag.    She looked through her dresser and found the foul device and put it in the bag.   She knew what she could do.

The next morning after breakfast, she put on a clean diaper and her good dress and hit the road.    Just short of Newcastle she pulled into a drug store, grabbed her diaper bag, and went inside.    She found the two items she wanted, paid for them, and found her way into the ladies room.    She got in the stall, pulled off her diaper, and sat on the toilet to put things in motion.

First, she opened the first box.   A Fleet enema.   She read the instructions.   Simple really.   Put it up her butt and squeeze.   She did this and held it for a few minutes as recommended.    She expelled it as completely as she could and then reached into the bag for the butt plug.    She pushed that up her rear and reinflated it.    How much?   She didn’t know, but when she thought she had it enough, she gave it another pump just to be sure.

She then opened the second bag.   Depend silhouettes.   Technically still a diaper, but a lot more like a pair of panties and thinner than what she had been wearing.    Hopefully, this would catch any leakage.    She washed up and got back on the road.

She arrived at the admissions building and was soon in the office of Mr. Jenkins, an admissions officer.   After some small talk, he pulled a file in front of him.   “You pretty much have straight A’s and your test scores are good.    You’ve had some good amount of activities.  Your teachers recommended you highly.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“In fact, on the face, you’re exactly the type of student we take without reservation, but…”

She got struck by fear at the fact that there was a reservation.

“Your record seems to indicate a string of discipline issues.”

Deb sighed.   “That’s just an issue the centered around the school lavatories.   The school does have a pretty severe punishment for that.   I have to say, I’ve learned a lesson there.”

Jenkins smiled.    “Do I understand it that they banned you from the bathrooms?”

“Yes, sir.   I’ve had to wear diapers to school for the past year.”

“It also mentions insubordination with a couple of uniform modifications?” he said quizzically.

“That was related.   I was found in the bathroom after being banned.   It wasn’t my fault.   I was goofing around with my boyfriend, and he pushed me in there.”

“And the punishment?”

She explained that uniform modification meant that the student had to wear something different to school, and in the case of her and Bill, not wearing clothes covering their diaper.

Jenkins frowned.   “This is a problem I’ve not yet come across.    I’ve talked to the admissions committee, and they’d like you to visit our health center for an evaluation before we reach a decision.”

Deb sank into her chair.    This was it.   Her future was ruined by the fact that she wanted to wear a diaper that one day.   “OK,” was all she could manage.    Jenkins was drawing on a campus map.   “You’re here, the health center, is here.”  He was making X’s on the map and then drew a line on a road in between.

“Thank you, sir,” Deb said as she departed.    She went to her car and cried.   They hadn’t said no, but they hadn’t said yes.   She dried her eyes.   She felt damp.   She felt the Depend.   Dang, I better change this.    She pulled out another silhouette and went and found a bathroom.

She arrived at the health center and went up to the desk.  “Ah yes, they called about you.   Dr. Samuels is waiting for you.”    She went in and realized Samuels was a shrink.    She was given some tests to fill out, and when she had finished, he sat back and just said: “Tell me about it.”

Deb explained how she had first heard of lavatory restriction and how when she found her friend Linda going through it that she became preoccupied with it to the point of purposefully getting caught so she could get punished.     She explained she did it again, but the third time was accidental.

Samuels just nodded and said, “go on.”

She explained the subsequent punishments.

“And how do you feel about it now?”

“I really would like for it to be over.   I’m hoping to make a fresh start in college.”

There were more questions, but finally, Samuels seemed satisfied.   “I believe they want you to see one of my colleagues.”    Deb exited the office, and a secretary directed her to another part of the health center where she was directed to a regular exam room.

A pair of women entered.   One appeared to be a nurse.   The other spoke, “Hi, I’m Doctor Miller.   I understand you’ve spent the last year wearing a diaper?”

Deb gave her a summary of losing her lavatory privs at school.    She was instructed to remove her dress.    The normal height and weight and blood pressure and looking in the eyes and ears and breathing while being listened to with a stethoscope followed.     The doctor then asked her to lie down.    She put her hands at the top of the depend and asked, “Can I remove this?”

Deb nodded and arched her back while the doctor slid it off.   “This one is wet,” she told the nurse while dropping it into a container.   The nurse left the room.   The doctor prodded a bit and then noticed the tail of the butt plug.   “What’s this?”

Deb sighed and explained the catheterization and how she had leakage issues since and she had put the plug in so she could wear the lighter diaper.    The doctor looked surprised and asked Deb to roll over on her side.  “I’d like to take it out,” she said.  Deb told her to go ahead.

The thing was withdrawn and the doctor rummaged in a drawer and came up with something.    “I’m going to push this inside you so I can have a look, holding a plastic device.”   Deb just nodded and felt herself being entered.    This lasted a few minutes, and finally, she said, “Good, you can get dressed now.”   At that point, the nurse came in and placed a clean depend next to her.    The two excused themselves.

Deb put the plug back in and inflated it.   She pulled on the new depend and redressed.    She went back into the hall, and the Doctor led her to a seat in her office.

“Let me start off by saying you’re in great health.   I realize you’ve been through a stressful situation, but it hasn’t seemed to have hurt you too much.    Now for the incontinence.      Let me say that even for a normal, healthy girl it’s not uncommon.    That’s why we had a spare panty for you.   We deal with this frequently.”

Deb just nodded as the doctor continued.

“In your case, it could be a number of causes.   The catheter might have caused some inflammation, or it could just be you spending so much time in diapers, but my guess is that you have a little infection going in there.   It’s not uncommon in catheter cases, and frankly, I think it’s pretty unethical that they forced one into you when there was no medical need.    I’m going to write you a prescription for antibiotics that will hopefully clear that up.”

Deb smiled, at least that was something.

“Your rear problems could be some stretching of the sphincter due to the plug use and maybe some irritation there.    Also, the enemas mess up your good bacteria down there which tends to give you the runs.   I’m afraid the antibiotic is going to make that worse temporarily.    You need to get some probiotics into you, even just eating some plain yogurt will help.   I suggest you go back to regular diapers for a while which should help.   If you’re going to use the plug, only slightly inflate it.   It doesn’t need to be that big.   Once you feel it, that’s enough.”

Deb nodded.   “I also have some printed material about this for you.”   She slid the stack of information over to her.    “I think you’ll be fine in the long run.”   Deb thanked her and left the office.

The nurse came to her and said: “Mr. Jenkins wants to know if you can return to his office at two this afternoon.”

Deb said she could make it.   The nurse directed her to where she could get lunch in the student union.    Deb went over and did that.    She looked around at the students bustling around her.    Girls in jeans, some in dresses, boys in clothes.   All looking contented and likely none of them in diapers.

Two o’clock approached and she changed the depend again just to be sure.   She ended up back at Jenkin’s office.

“You made a good impression with Dr. Samuels and Dr. Miller.   They speak well of you.”

“Thanks,” Deb said.

“I spent a long time with the admissions committee.    It was a bit contentious but let me say I’m pleased to offer you admission to Newcastle for the coming academic year.”

Deb brightened, she was in!

“We worked over your paperwork, and we’re also pleased to offer you a full payment of all fees we have.    Your tuition, fees, room and board, all will be covered.    You’ll have to buy books and supplies, but everything else should be taken care of.”

This was unbelievable.   A full ride.   There’s nothing stopping her now.

“There are some conditions,” he said.

Deb sank.    Now what?

“There were some on the committee who were pretty reticent to let a discipline problem in here.    Normally, when we have a discipline problem with a student, we put them on a disciplinary probation that gives them a chance to shape up, and if they don’t, we expel them.”

Deb nodded.

“In your case, you can consider yourself on that probation from the start.   We want to see you start again without any discipline issues.”

Deb swallowed, “Yes, sir.   I promise I won’t cause any problems.”

“Good,” he continued.   “There’s one more thing.    In order to get approval, we had to put one condition on it.    We want you to continue to wear a diaper on campus.    You can wear clothes,” he chuckled at the last part.  “We’re not that kind of school.    We just want to forestall problems and have you show you have a commitment to this.”

Deb swallowed hard.   She had hoped that college would be the start of life undiapered.    Now that was ruined.   But still, it was a full ride to the school of her dreams.

“I accept the conditions.”

“Great, we’ll get all the paperwork for you to sign.    There’s also all sorts of stuff for you to take home, info on the dorms, course catalogs, and other things.  Make sure your cell and email are correct with my secretary, there will be more as the summer goes on.”

Deb stood and shook his hand.   She got the paperwork and made her way out to the car.   She called home.   “I’m in, full scholarship,” she said to her mother.

“I’m proud of you,” her mother said.   “When will you be home?”

“I’ll be there by dinner,” I’ve got some things to do on campus first.

She went over to the campus store and bought a Newcastle T-shirt.  She wasn’t sure where she’d get to wear it, but she wanted one.   She stopped in the ladies room and removed the butt plug.   Back to diapers, she thought and put one back on and drove home.

 

Chapter 10 – Prom NIght

School progressed, but Deb was happier than she had been in a long time.   She was sad she’d be separated from Bill.   He was indeed going to State and living at home.    “I guess I’ll be in diapers until I save up enough money to move out,” he said.

Deb had to confide that she’d be diapered at college, too.

“That bites,” Bill said.    “By the way, do you want to go to the prom?”

Debbie thought about this.    She remembered how she had to wear a diaper to the fall formal and that Bill had to have his modified tuxedo.    She thought about what she would have to wear.

“Sure, why not.”

“I still have the diaper cover from the fall.   I think my mother would make you a similar one.   You’d just need a nice bra.”

“I can do that.”

So it was set.    One day she got home, and her mother said that Bill’s mother had brought over some stuff.     It was indeed what appeared to be a match to what she remembered Bill wearing.    There was also some cloth diapers and pins.     Her mother had her try them on.    Sure enough, it was a poofy balloon of satin colored plastic when she got it on.    “Let’s go get you a bra,” said her mother and started for the door.

Now Deb pretty much had been wearing just the diapers and bra for a while, but she didn’t go anywhere these days other than home and school.   “Let me put something on,” she said.

“No need,” her mother replied.    “You’re going to have to wear it out like that anyhow.”

Deb sighed.  There was no arguing.    She got in the car with the fancy diaper and just her plain bra.   They walked through the mall and Deb heard giggling which she assumed was because of her.    Deb’s mom led her into Victoria’s Secret and displayed her and explained this is what she was wearing to the prom and she needed a bra to match.    After standing there shocked for a second, the clerk led them back and managed to find a lace over satin bra that did indeed match the diaper.

She was set.   Linda called and asked if she was going and she insisted that she and her boyfriend and Bill and Deb all go together on a limousine and for sure Linda would come over and do her hair and makeup.

The afternoon came, and Linda arrived as promised.    She through a book on the bed.   “Did you get your yearbook yet?”   Deb hadn’t gotten down to pick hers up.   “There are pictures of you guys in there.”

Really? Deb thought.  She flipped the book open and fell almost immediately on Bill’s picture.   In between boys who were wearing tux jackets and bow ties, Bill was there barechested.     She turned to her picture and yes where the girls had drapes simulating evening gowns, she just had bra straps.

“There’s more,” Linda said.  “Look in the candids.”

Deb flipped through the pictures at the beginning of the book.   There was one of Bill in the hall in his diaper and then one of a group with her diaper-clad rear showing.   And then she turned one more and stopped stunned.    A large picture of the two of them naked.    Bill was standing with his back to the camera which blocked any frontal nudity, but you could see the tubing from the catheter at his hip and running to the leg bag.  The tail of the butt plug was prominently seen between his butt cheeks.

Deb was there full face.   Bill’s arm thankfully blocked the shot of her bare breast and the way her leg was turned avoided full view of her crotch, but again you saw the tube arcing out of her and down her leg.   While not as prominent as on Bill, you could see the end of the butt plug, and dang, the dangling tampon string.

Bill arrived then night of the prom.   Be brought her a corsage that he carefully pinned to her bra.   In addition to his satin plastic pants, Bill had added a bow tie.   The two were ready.  Soon the limo arrived with Matt and Linda.   As with the fall formal, they took the prom by storm.     The wet themselves and slipped off to change and came back.

The last dance was a slow one.   Deb buried her face in Bill’s bare chest and hung on to him.   She’d remember this night.

Chapter 10 – More trouble.

Shit, Deb said to her self.    Bill vocalized the same thing.    School was winding down, but they were in trouble again.    Here they had been wearing and using diapers for the entire year, save one week where they went around naked with catheters coming out of their bodies.    It looked like they were in for the same treatment again.

 “I’ve got something new for you,” the nurse announced.    She grabbed his penis as before but rolled something out over the outside of it.    She squeezed it firmly for a few seconds.   He looked down, and it appeared to be a condom.   She fitted a tube to it and then attached a leg bag.

“This is an external catheter,” she announced.    That was fine for him Matt thought, but this wasn’t going to work for Deb.     He looked over as the nurse was busying herself with Deb.   Deb was lying there with her legs spread as the nurse swabbed the area.   Then she pressed something in place for a minute and did some other adjustments.     Deb swung off the table with what appeared to be a plastic bag dangling from her crotch connected to the leg bag.

She then returned to Bill and had him roll on his front.    She spread his butt cheeks and pressed something in there.    She repeated the process on Debbie.   He could see it was another plastic bag.   She had one on the front and on the back.

“It looks pretty silly, but at least I won’t be getting another infection from a catheter.”

Deb headed to homeroom.    Her friend turned to her.   “What’s with the bag hanging off your pussy?”

“Same old thing.    At least this time I don’t have the blasted catheter crammed in me, just this bag.”

“How does that work?” she asked.

Deb relaxed without thinking about it, and pee filled the bag and then drained down through the tubing into the leg bag.

 

“Ewww…,” her friend said.   “I meant how is it attached, not show me your pee.”

“Sorry.   It’s kind of stuck on.   I think it might be a bear to remove.”

“And the back?”
“Same idea, I think.”

In fact, she found out later that day.     She had to poop badly, and she went.   She looked down at her legs as turds fell into the bag on her rear.  

“Gross, she’s shitting now.”

There was no denying it.   Everybody could see her expelling feces into the bag.   As soon as class let out, she walked, dangling a bag of poop from her rear to the nurse’s office who changed it.   Bill came in as she was leaving.    One look confirmed that Bill had diarrhea.

[CDfm]

I did enjoy the story. I did think that it might have gone a bit far with the being sent to school naked and with the catheter and plug. I actually liked the first version and would have liked to read about the summer with his babysitter some more. 

[willnotwill]

The chapters about the summer with the baby sitter weren't written by me, so I didn't have them in my files.   The catheter chapter was added after someone asked (perhaps rhetorically) what further could go wrong with the characters once they were both wearing just a diaper to school.

[Sarah Penguin]

Thanks for the repost!