This choice: Forced to wear diapers to school • Go Back...Chapter #5Forced to wear diapers to school by: Lucas Mars   This was a nightmare.
Your stomach was twisted in knots--body quivering in terror as you held the crinkly white rectangle in your hands. You stared at it for a time, feeling over its surface. You looked down to the package you had taken it from, previously stashed deep beneath the bed with the plastic sheets, and sighed.
Why'd I have to go to that stupid sleepover? you thought to yourself, a seething rage welling up inside you.
Thinking back on it was painful. You'd never gone to a sleepover before, despite your friend's insistence that you join them. You would always wave them off, citing work that didn't exist and trips that were never taken. Eventually, you ran out of excuses and agreed.
Your mom had been excited for you. "I'm glad to see you deciding to spend some quality time with your friends," she said. "It'll be so much fun." When you had confided your worries to her, she consoled you by saying. "They're your friends. They'll accept you for who you are."
How wrong she was.
Your phone buzzed as a new message appeared on the front of the screen. You picked it up and read what it said.
"See you at school! And don't forget to wear the 'you know what'..."
Your eyes began to tear up as you looked back down at the white rectangle, its plastic exterior crinkling as you tightened your grip like a vice. Curse this stupid garment-! Failing when I needed you most!
The night of the sleepover, you had drank soda in excess and fell to sleep, not having the foresight to use the restroom before you did so. When you began to stir from your sleep, you heard nothing but the stifled laughter of your friends. Your stomach dropped as you realized why. You felt your pants--cold and clammy--clinging to your thighs and saw a giant wet patch covering the couch below. You had wet the bed, and the diaper you wore did nothing to prevent your bladder from staining the couch.
You tried to wave it off as a one-time deal, claiming it was nothing more than a fluke, but they called you on your bluff as they surrounded and grappled you, ripping off your shirt and jeans, revealing your swollen yellow diaper. Your face turned red as you vainly struggled, but they had their way with you. They took plenty of photos, teased, and laughed at your expense.
And the fun they wanted to have with you wasn't done just yet. Not when they had the perfect blackmail.
You put on the diaper before you pulled up your jeans. You heard the thick padding crinkle noticeably between your legs as you tried to narrow your gait, but you weren't able to wholly negate the gap it created. You swore you could see the outline of the padding through your jeans, prompting you to grab one of your hoodies and put it on. It seemed to cover it well enough, but you feared people would notice regardless.
You rushed downstairs and said a quick goodbye to your mom, not wanting her to notice the diaper underneath your pants. You ran out the door and down the street where you could get picked up by the bus, trying your best not to pay attention to the diaper widening your gait. When it arrived and opened its doors, you skulked up its rubber-covered steps before sitting down in one of the back seats, head low and shoulders scrunched up as you nervously scanned the room.
Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your shoulder. You turned around in surprise to see one of your two "friends" giving you a devious grin: Matthew. "Hey, Daniel! how are you doing?" he asked, standing up and quickly moving seats, taking the spot right next to you. "I hope you're excited for today, cause we're gonna have a lot of fun-" his hand gently grasped your crotch as he moved closer, causing your padding to crinkle and a blush to appear on your face "-if you know what I mean," he finished, his voice barely above a whisper.
You couldn't help but shiver in fear and arousal. The latter feeling was hard to suppress with him rubbing your privates through the padding and denim. You turned your gaze away from him as he moved his hand away from your diapered crotch, a light chuckle on his breath.
Pressing your head against the glass, you tried not to think about any of it, instead focusing on the numerous structures and trees that zoomed by the bus window. You shifted into a more comfortable position, the crinkling of the diaper, so clearly evident to you, overwhelming the cacophony of voices on the bus. You couldn't help but get worried.
There were going to be so many people at school--so many eyes watching. You began to ask questions. What if someone found out? Would your "friends" try and embarrass you? What if you had an accident and someone noticed the padding? What if you leaked? So many questions swarmed through your mind, but one thing remained crystal clear: If what you were wearing became public, you would never be able to show yourself in front of the student body ever again. Your blush returned as you began to quake in trepidation.
"Hey, Daniel? What's wrong?"
Your eyes shifted towards the origin of the voice before your cheeks became a darker tint of red than they already were. Facing towards you was one of the prettiest girls in the whole school and your crush, Angelina. She had been talking to you for a couple weeks now, the two of you growing a close friendship. She would constantly hang out with you and your so-called friends, chatting and listening to the three of you, though it seemed her eyes mainly lied on you. In any other circumstance, you would be happy knowing that a girl was paying attention to you, but when wearing a thick white diaper, attention was the last thing you wanted.
She continued to gaze at you as you stirred nervously in your seat, diaper crinkling beneath you. You didn't want to talk to her right now, but didn't know what to say. You looked back at Matthew, noticing he was distracted talking to some other students a few rose down. You turned back to her as you pondered your options.
You could tell her you were fine, hope that she'd be satisfied enough with that answer to stop looking at you. It would have to be brief and to the point, conveying that you weren't in the talkative mood.
Or perhaps it might be best to tell her the truth. You bit your lip at that idea, feeling the padding between your legs. Actually, leaving out a few details would be wise. There was no way you were going to straight up say to your crush in the middle of a crowded bus "Hey! My friends blackmailed me into wearing diapers. Can you help?".
You needed to decide quickly. This opportunity wouldn't last forever.
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