A Diaper Classroom (Redo)
It started like any other day. You were first to your college classes, as usual, and seated towards the back. Nobody had arrived yet. It was always routine this way.
Then things started to get weird.
First, the students weren’t there yet. The time clearly indicated it was past the typical start time, but yet, not a single soul had arrived. In fact, the usual chatter of the halls had disappeared too. After five uncomfortable, silent minutes, the rest of the students started entering.
There was Elyse, a gyaru-type, tanned and looking sexy as usual. She was bragging with her friends about the amazing sex she had the night before. The glasses-wearing, black-haired library committee girl named Claire that sat next to you plopped down in her seat, flashing you a smile. The popular girl Merrissa chatted with her clique as they came in. All of it seemed normal—except for one thing.
Of course, you’d always admired the plump, squeezable butts of the girls or the toned butts of the men, but this time something was different. They were all poofier than usual. When Merrissa took her seat in front of you, it was obvious there was a crinkling sound coming from her ass. When all the students were in the classroom, every single one had large, plump rears.
Then came the next unusual thing. Once all the students had sat down, crinkling, the teacher entered the classroom. Her outfit was absolutely ridiculous.
Her rear end was puffier than all the rest. She wore a flashy pink onesie, a bonnet, and a bib around her neck. Dangling from her neck was a pacifier on a string. And yet, despite all this, the classmates didn’t react in the slightest, as if everything were perfectly normal.
Next was the lecture. It was an incoherent mess. Every time the teacher talked, it was a mass of attempted words and phrases, or just babbling. Nothing made sense. The other students seemed to understand completely, giggling happily like children. Everything made zero sense to you.
Nearby, two rows down and a seat to the left of you was your significant other. You’d been dating for three years and were the happiest you could be. You flashed back at all the fun dates you had together, your first kiss, spending the night. All happy memories of your life together.
They were not spared from the puffy butt brigade.
Glancing over at them, hoping to meet their eyes, instead you noticed them fidgeting in their seat. After a brief pause, the faint sound of running water filled your ears and your partner stopped fidgeting. When the sound stopped, they suddenly stuck their thumb in their mouth.
In shock, you looked around the room finding a lot of the students were now wearing something totally different. Everyone had some kind of babyish outfit on, whether that be onesies, frilly dresses, or just brightly-colored shirts and skirts.
At the front of the classroom, the teacher was drawing on the board. What should have been a math lesson today had wound up being an art show. There were scribbles of flowers, animals, sunshine and roses, all kinds of nonsense. And yet, still, the students all responded as if nothing were wrong, even clapping and giggling happily. There were no words anymore, just babbling sounds and laughter.
Then you noticed a particular smell. Merrissa, seated in front of you, had lifted herself slightly off her seat. Her face was scrunched up and making grunting sounds. Toots escaped from her backside while everyone else paid attention to the lesson. The puffiness under the skirt she wore started to expand, as if something were filling it up inside. You couldn’t believe your eyes.
It went on for an entire minute.
Merrissa let out a relieved sigh and sat back down in her seat, squishing the mass beneath her. The smell made it obvious what happened.
Merrissa had just crapped her pants.
And nobody was batting an eye.
It was unbelievable. You’d had enough.
You stood up, collected your belongings, and made way for the door. Upon reaching it, the door handle seemed to be stuck. However, after a few tries, it still didn’t budge. Then a smell from behind alerted you to someone else’s presence.
Whipping around on your heels, you find the teacher casting a shadow over you. Her face, partially concealed by her generous chest, looks down at you with disdain. She smells worse than any of the other students. Steam radiates off her backside, even through the onesie she wore. She speaks to you, but its completely incoherent. You stagger backwards to try the door again, but a firm hand grabs your arm. The teacher drags you over to her desk.
Frightened, you look to the other students for help. They aren’t reacting at all, in fact, they’re watching almost in amusement. Most of them are now either sucking their thumbs or a pacifier in their mouths. Others are drooling onto their outfits. The rest are drawing or playing with toys that seemingly appeared from nowhere.
Your significant other is sitting in the lap of another student. The student, who turns out to be Elyse, has one of her breasts exposed. Your partner is suckling on the breast as if she were a baby. Eyes wide, you watch Elyse stroke your partner’s head and humming softly like a mother. For a moment, your partner stops sucking, scrunching their face in a similar manner to Merrissa. A loud toot escapes from her rear, which you can clearly see from your angle.
It's clear now that the poofiness observed earlier are diapers. Everyone in the classroom are wearing thick, padded diapers around their waists. Still in shock, you stare at your partners ass, which once was one to drool over, but now is padded and expanding. As more grunts escape their lips, the back seat grows and expands to allow the heaving mass to collect. It goes on for two whole minutes before they heave a sigh of relief. When they are done, they cling back to Elyse’s chest and start to suckle again, without a care in the world.
Your moment to reflect is lost when the teacher lifts you up onto her desk. Forced to sit and watch as someone approaches from behind. Your sibling, who also takes the same class, appears with a bright smile behind a pacifier. They are also wearing very infantile clothing like the rest of the students. Keeping the bright smile, your sibling undresses their lower half, showing off the huge padded diaper around their waist.
Standing before you, you can only watch as the front of the diaper begins to turn yellow. The face your sibling makes it that of pure ecstasy. It doesn’t take long for the entire diaper to discolor and even start to leak. It took a lot of pee to make that huge diaper start leaking. With the same dumb smile on their face, they plop down on the ground, sucking loudly on the pacifier and crawling on the ground like a baby to a corner of the classroom, which is now looking more like a playroom for babies.
The teacher loosens her grip on you. You try to get up and run away, but someone comes and pins you to the desk. It’s Elyse and Merrissa, both sporting diapers that are heavily swollen and stinky. They keep you pinned down as the teacher goes to the corner. You notice that the color of the walls in that corner has changed from a boring white to a pasty yellow with pink flowers, and the coloration is spreading across the walls.
The teacher stops at a children’s cubby, which used to be a bookshelf, and collects various items you can’t see. On both sides of your head, you can hear a hissing sound echo in your ears. Clearly, Elyse and Merrissa are wetting themselves right beside you.
The teacher returns with what she collected. She lays the pacifiers, bibs, onesie, and of course, diapers, out on the desk… no, the changing table now.
You struggle to break free, but it’s no use. The two girls have your arms trapped between their supple thighs, the wet, warm, and stinky diapers between their legs lightly rubbing against your forearms. There’s no point in escaping. Your fate is sealed.
With a violent tug, your lower articles of clothing are ripped off by the teacher. Your adult underwear, which you are so proud of, is ripped to shreds before your very eyes. Your bare privates are on display for everyone to see. Elyse and Merrissa giggle seeing how cute you look down there.
The teacher pulls out a razor and makes quick work of removing all hair between your legs. In fact, she even gently scrapes off all the hair covering your ass and legs as well, leaving no trace behind. Now completely bare, the teacher stands up with a smile, babbling like a baby.
With no way to fight back, she lifts your legs up above your head. The feeling is humiliating. But you have no choice. She wipes your butt with some moisturizer and then powders your crotch with baby powder. In the next moment, she selects the poofiest, cutest diaper from her pile and slips it under your bum.
The final nail in the coffin has been put in. The teacher sets your legs down and tapes the diaper up nice and tight. You can’t even close your legs. Even though it feels strangely comforting, it also feels more humiliating. You’re an adult. Adults don’t need diapers.
You thought it would end there. The girls would let you go and you could just remove the diaper yourself. Wrong.
They keep you trapped there on the changing table. The teacher disappears from view for a moment. Then, you feel something being slid on your hands. You try and struggle free, but a click makes you stop in fear. When Merrissa and Elyse finally step away, you see what just happened.
The teacher has put fluffy mittens on your hands, ones that are locked so you can’t take them off, at all. Fear wells up inside you. Are you gonna be forced to remain this way until class is over?
Now that you were diapered and cleaned up, it was time to get dressed. The two girls help take your shirt off and any other articles retaining your adult self. Fully nude except for the diaper, the teacher has you step into some cute booties that also are locked in place. Next, she helps slip on a bright pink T-shirt with frilly sleeves and collar, as well as a short skirt that does nothing to hide the thick diaper between your legs. To make matters worse, she wraps a necklace around your neck, one with a pacifier attached. She forcibly slips it in your mouth and pulls back on the necklace, which turns out to be an adjustable pacifier gag.
There is nothing you can do. They’ve dressed you up like a complete, pathetic-looking baby.
The smell of used diapers is much stronger in the classroom now. Most, if not all, of the students are boasting thick, heavily used diapers. The desks, or what used to be desks, are all gone and instead, the classroom is turning more into a playroom. You see your best friend playing with some blocks, completely unaware of the growing mass expanding in their seat. Another student is completely topless, letting two others suck on her breasts. One other is fast asleep, a yellow stain spreading across their crotch.
Merrissa is near some of her fellow friends, now turned into babies, and is crouched over again. Her already huge diaper begins to expand as she shoves even more waste into it. She grunts loudly as if she’s exorcising a demon. The diaper continues to expand until it has passed her knees. She smells like a sewer, but somehow, it doesn’t really bother you.
Your sibling, playing paddy-cake with another student, doesn’t make much noise as the back of their seat expands. Despite sitting down, the rear of the diaper expands and starts turning colors as huge masses fluff it up. The classmate she is with leans forward and kisses your sibling passionately, but it also just seems like they are playing. When your sibling has finished, they’ve got what amounts to a large beanbag strapped to their backside.
The classroom has completely transformed. What used to be a normal college classroom is now filled with childish toys and decorations, cribs, huge stuffed animals, and changing tables. It has now become a giant nursery.
Any students still standing on their feet suddenly start wobbling. With multiple thumps, they plop on the ground, unable to stand upright on their legs at all anymore. Instead, they just crawl. Some use the opportunity to let all their adult thoughts out into their diapers. You turn to face the teacher, just to see what is next in store.
She smiles warmly at you, but then her face scrunches up like the rest. She sticks her rear out directly at you, letting you watch as her already heavily filled rump balloons out. There had to be at least six other huge loads in there, and with this one, it wouldn’t be surprising if the diaper just gave up. But it didn’t. On top of the loud farts, a hissing sound of her wetting the diaper also follows. After two minutes of consecutive messing, the buttons on the teacher’s onesie pop, letting the diaper release. With a loud thump, the oversized mass flops onto the floor, dragging behind her. She plopped her thumb back in her mouth and fell to her knees, curling up in a ball, her massive diaper almost double the size of her own body.
Now left all alone, you glance at the scene before you. The college classroom is no longer. Instead, all thirty students are wearing overstuffed diapers and baby clothes. With the doors inoperable, there was no escape. With the teacher down and out, you couldn’t get out of the ridiculous attire either. In fact, you worried what would happen if the teacher never came back to her senses.
Would the students perpetually stink forever?
Will nobody step up to change them all?
Will someone unlock the doors and save everyone?
These questions lingered in your head, even as your legs became weak and you slumped to the floor. The questions were too complex to understand right now.
Wait… that can’t be right. The answer can’t be that hard. Whatever. Right now, you just wanted to focus on playing with the blocks. Completely ignorant to the warmth spreading between your legs.
…No, that wasn’t right either. Blocks are for babies. Yet, you find yourself doing it anyway. For now, it would be fine to forget about the difficult things. Forget about everything, like your potty training, adult responsibilities, your partner. Nothing mattered. It was okay to ignore everything and just succumb to being a baby.
It was even okay to ignore the familiar library committee member looming over you, a wide, devilish grin plastered across her face.
