She wont change – Chapter Four – Getting messy
“No… Stop! Get away!” A giant baby chased her through the hallway as she ran for her life. The behemoth had a toothless grin on its face and drool dripping down its chin, and it was crawling straight toward Sara. As she ran, piles of books spilled out of the shelves on either side of her, threatening to slow her progress. Her foot found one of the books, and as she stumbled forward, she did not hit the ground, but a giant hand. As the monster baby lifted her toward his face, the head suddenly transformed into a familiar female face. It began laughing menacingly at her, and when Sara looked down, she could see that she was naked except for a huge padding between her legs. A crowd began to form below her, pointing and laughing. Embarrassed and scared senseless, she tried to yell out for help, but only baby noises and gurgles escaped her lips. Suddenly, the monster released its grip, and she began to fall miles down toward the ground. She was just about to meet her death when-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The smart phone awoke Sara with a start. After a brief moment of coming back to reality, she reached for it and silenced it. She felt a cold dampness between her legs, and as she reached down to check, her hand met the squishy padding, flooding back the memories of the day before. She removed her blanket and looked, wishing that it had only been a part of the nightmare from which she just awoke. She shivered a bit due to the cold liquid, and began wondering how she would ever make it through school like this. She thought about playing the sick card, but her parents had recently quit buying that shtick. She could skip school, but that might warrant a call home asking why she was absent. Well, she thought, Mom couldn’t see it, so I guess it can’t be too bad. She pulled on a clean pair of yoga pants, then reconsidered, and decided to wear a blue skirt instead. Even if other people couldn’t see it, she would feel more comfortable not being able to see it herself. She pulled on a white shirt and looked herself over in the mirror. I look like I’m in a damn private school uniform, she thought. But she was unwilling to take the chance of anyone seeing what she was wearing underneath, so she stuck with the outfit.
After fixing her hair and putting on makeup, Sara waddled downstairs and received an approving comment from her mom: “You look very nice today, honey!” Bethany, sitting at the table, also complimented her attire: “Wow! You do look nice! And look, we match!” She was right. Bethany had on a similar blue skirt with a white shirt. Oh God, Sara thought, I must really look like a loser. If only she had some sweatpants or something to wear. But unfortunately, the skirt was the only thing in her wardrobe that would cover her shame.
She ate a bowl of cereal in silence, and felt that familiar pang in her side telling her to relieve herself. Well, I might as well go here, she thought. But try as she might, she couldn’t get her body to release her urine where she sat at the dining room table. Every time she came close, her potty training kicked in and held the flood back. Damn it, why is this so hard? Just fucking pee! She tried closing her eyes and imagining herself sitting on the toilet in the bathroom. Then, very slowly, a bit of pee dribbled out. The rest soon followed in a huge rush, and her crotch and butt were once again drenched in the warmth of her own urine. The diaper gained a bit of bulk once more. Well, at least it’s not cold anymore, Sara thought. She finished eating and headed for the door, purse in hand and book bag on back.
“Honey,” her mom called, “would you like me to pack you some food?”
“No thanks Mom, I got money.”
“Are you sure? I could make you a sandwich or-“
“NO MOM I HAVE MONEY!” She slammed the door on her way out. God, that bitch is annoying. Sara waddled over to her car, and as she sat, the warmth from her pee pressed into her skin. This is going to be a long day, Sara thought.
“…So we’re going to continue our work on derivatives today. Now we have already learned the formula stating that the derivative is equal to the limit as “a” approaches “x” of the function of “x” minus the function of “a” divided by the quantity of “x” minus “a”….”
Sara had her notebook in front of her, but was just doodling and not paying attention. She had received some looks waddling into school, all of which implied, “What the hell is she wearing?” Or at least, she thought they did. Her boyfriend Eric, who sat behind her in class, leaned forward and whispered, “Are you wearing panties under that skirt?”
“Cut it out you horny bastard,” Sara whispered back. “Of course I am.” Although Sara hated his sexual comments, she was used to them by now. She first fell for Eric because he was the star pitcher on the baseball team. His tall, lean body was complimented by medium length black hair, a razor-thin chin strap, dark brown eyes, and a tan body. After Sara found out that his parents were rich entrepreneurs, she put out for him to secure their relationship. Eric rewarded her with shopping sprees and fancy dinners. As long as she kept up the sex, he kept up the money, and thus the relationship blossomed. In reality, she hated Eric’s personality. Whenever he talked to her, she was his sex object. He never hit her, but often threatened to when she didn’t feel like doing something sexual. Of course, Sara was no better. She would often cry, complain, and threaten to leave Eric if he didn’t pay up.
The teacher was still facing the board. “Well, you know,” Eric said quietly, “I was thinking about taking you to the mall later if you do me a little favor.”
“No Eric, I don’t feel like it.”
“Come on babe, you can buy whatever you want.”
Sara thought, and considered that it would be a good opportunity to buy some decent clothes that would cover her diaper. “Okay, fine,” she said. “What do you want?”
“How about a little hand action?”
“Fine, after class.”
“No, I need it now.”
“Eric, come on. Just keep it in your pants for 30 minutes.”
“Do it now or the deal’s off.”
He proceeded to unzip his jeans and stick his boner out through the fly hole. She glanced at it nervously, then back at the teacher, who was still babbling and writing on the board. “Okay, fine. Do you at least have some tissues so I can wipe my hand off afterwards?”
“Yeah, I got some in my bag. Now hurry up before the teacher turns around.”
Sara looked once more at the teacher and around the class. A couple of boys had taken notice, but they simply watched and kept quiet. Still facing the front of the room, Sara reached behind and grasped Eric’s erect penis. She moved her hand up and down, feeling it twitch a bit in her closed hand. “Yeah, that’s good. Nngh, keep going. A little faster now. Come on, put your pinky into it. Come on, almost done. Yeah, yeah- HNNNNGH….” Eric’s dick erupted with semen, covering Sara’s hand. Finally satisfied, he pulled it back into his jeans and zipped up the fly. “That was great,” he said quietly. “I’m definitely taking you to the mall after school.”
“Great Eric. Now where are my tissues?” Sara responded.
“Oh, um… Lemme check my bag.” He shuffled around in his bag for a bit, but didn’t seem to be searching very hard. “Sorry, I guess I don’t really have any.”
“What?!” Sara said incredulously. “Well what do you expect me to do? I’ve got your cum all over my hand.”
“I don’t fucking know,” Eric retorted. “Just go get a tissue up front.”
“Are you crazy? The teacher will see me.”
“So tell him you sneezed.”
Sara sighed. “Fine.” She gathered herself, and stood up from the desk, feeling once again the familiar bulk between her thighs. She began walking towards the front of the room, quietly as possible. Just as she was reaching for a tissue on the teacher’s desk, he turned around.
“What are you doing up, Sara?”
“Oh, I just sneezed.”
“Next time, please ask before leaving your seat.”
“Okay, sure thing.”
“That looks awfully discolored… Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, feeling fine, just need a tissue is all.” She heard some chuckles from behind, as the whole class now knew what she had done. Humiliated, she reached for a tissue and wiped off her hand. She threw it away and waddled back to her seat, now red in the face. “Never again,” she whispered angrily to Eric.
The rest of the day proceeded without a hitch. Word had gotten around what Sara did during math, and she received some accusing stares. But because she already had a kind of whore-ish reputation, it was quickly forgotten about. She had wet herself again in 6th period, adding once more to the bulk of the diaper. And now, a new pressure was beginning to form in her stomach region. She had not even thought about the fact that she would have to do that too, but now the reality hit her like a ton of bricks. She was determined to hold it off for as long as possible.
After 7th period, school finally ended. Sara found Eric waiting in his cherry-red 2012 corvette, and he beeped the horn loudly for her, much to her irritation. “Damn it, cut it out!” she yelled. The car ride was uneventful, although Eric asked for road head on the way. Sara told him to go fuck himself, and he insisted that he was just kidding.
They arrived at the mall, and she led Eric straight to an Old Navy where she hoped to find some sweatpants. Eric noticed the difference in taste that she was showing, but said nothing as he continued texting a different girl. Sara used Eric’s credit card to stock up on sweatpants and skirts that were at least in decent fashion. But between stores, out of nowhere, a major cramp hit her lower intestine. She doubled over and grasped her stomach in pain. Eric did not take notice. They continued walking as Sara prayed for the pain to subside, but it only grew worse. She could feel it building up inside her; she had not gone #2 since the day before yesterday, whereas she usually went every day. She stopped in the middle of the floor, and Eric turned to face her. “What the fuck are you doing?” he said.
“Sorry,” Sara responded, “Just a stomach ache, it’ll pass- UGH!!” A huge wave of pain washed over her, and she felt the turd trying to work its way out of her. “I need to go to the restroom, I’ll be right back.” She made a mad dash for the nearest restroom, but it was hard to run with the diaper on, and the nearest restroom was practically across the mall. About halfway there, the pain became too great. She doubled over once more and fell to her knees. She placed her hands on the floor, and her body refused to hold the waste any longer. Against her will, her body gave a great big push – and out it came. The poop was semi-soft and squished between her butt and the diaper as it flowed out unrelentingly. She groaned as it worked its way both forward and backward between her thighs, nearly reaching her vagina. The monstrosity continued to slither out of her for a full minute, and onlookers stopped to witness the spectacle. Some were worried; others were simply interested.
When the full load had finally found its resting place in her diaper, she slowly looked up to see a small crowd surrounding her. One elderly man walked up to her, asking, “Are you okay miss? Do you need me to call an ambulance?”
She looked at him and said, “No thanks, I’m fine. Just a stomach ache is all.” She slowly stood up, feeling the full weight of her crime as she did so. She began waddling toward the restroom, feeling the mess squish between her thighs as she went, and the onlookers began to disperse. She was still trying to come to terms with what had just occurred. Did I really just shit myself, on the mall floor, in front of everyone? She reached a hand behind her, and confirmed that there was a new, squishy substance resting on her butt. She began to grow angry at herself. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just shit myself in a crowded mall. What the fucking hell!! Her face grew hot red as she approached the restroom; but realizing that there was no longer a need to enter, she turned around and headed back toward Eric.
“Geez, the hell took so long?” he said, irritated. “I didn’t think girls even had to shit.”
“Shut up, Eric. Just shut up and take me home.”
“Okay, fine, don’t get your panties all tied in a knot.” This remark only furthered Sara’s frustration.
She waddled her way out to the car, and was apprehensive to sit down. Eric put her new clothes in the back and got in the driver’s seat. “Well come on, what are you waiting for?” Eric said.
Sara gathered herself and slowly, tenderly, began to sit in the passenger seat. She felt the squish of her mess against her butt as the diaper made contact with the seat, and it gurgled a bit as she rested her full weight. She nearly gagged with disgust.
“What, you got something up your ass or something?” Eric laughed at his own joke.
“Just take me home Eric,” Sara responded, irritated.
“Okay, okay.” They didn’t speak the rest of the way.
The rest of the night was uneventful. Although Sara was forced to inhale the toxic gas of her own feces, the rest of her family didn’t take notice. Bethany even commented that she seemed to smell nice, and asked what perfume she was wearing. Just as the witch had foretold, everyone was ignorant. Sara began coming to terms with her punishment: Even though she hated the smell and the feeling between her legs, at least she alone knew what was going on. But that night, a new feeling emerged; an itching, tingling sensation within the confines of the diaper. Although she didn’t realize it yet, she was beginning to succumb to diaper rash.
The End of She wont change – Chapter Four.
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