“I guess I’ll just have to put you in a diaper, Bart” Mrs. Krabappel said. She sighed and acted like she didn’t want to do this, but Bart saw the corner of her mouth turn into a devilish grin, “Let’s go to my classroom.”
Bart kept trying to run away but Edna kept a tight hold on his hand. “How strong is this old lady? It’s like I’m fighting a gorilla” he thought.
“Come stand on the table and get undressed, Bart” Edna ordered. She basically lifted him up by his hand and swung him onto the desk. “Come on Bart,” said Edna. Bart looked nervously at her, seeing she was eyeing the huge wet spot spread all over his pants. His shaky hands trembled towards his waistband at a snails pace. He didn’t know what he was more scared of, his teacher, or that the orange juice he had for breakfast wanted release from his bladder.
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