A month and a half later, she found herself in the same position, but this time in her room. She stood facing the corner, one hand on her head, the other balled in front of her face as she sucked her thumb, and nothing below the neck but a bra and a soggy diaper.

There was no one else in the room to see her humiliation. She wished that meant she could stop. However, a cell phone was left recording her "punishment" as her next "babysitter" got ready. If it recorded her moving... She shuddered. After all this time, she couldn't find a way around the simple threat of those photos being made public. She considered going to get help, perhaps from the school or police, but then... what exactly? If the punishment was less serious, then there was a pile of pictures that would doubt end up part of countless frat boys drinking games, while she got very little justice in return. If the punishment was more serious, they'd all deny nefarious intent, four vs one, and the "innocent" photos they took would still go viral at the university. Once either group was online, there would be no way to prove they were the ones sharing it, or, say, printing them off and posting them around the school. More importantly, there would be no way to remove them all. Her pride and their viciousness all agreed on one point- her pictures getting around would be worse for her then any punishment short of expulsion.

Still, the amount of things they had used the pictures for was getting insane. What she had hoped would just be a single day of embarrassment turned into a week, then two weeks, and now over a month, each time her sunk costs and their mounting pictures made refusing their instructions at any point a bad idea. Meanwhile, they had milked the scenario in a dozen different ways.

The first had occurred the very night they began. Rather then keep her out of the party Matilda had teased her about, they dragged her to it, wearing tight fitting short shorts over her diaper. They had belonged to Matilda's smallest friend Vanessa, and left little to the imagination. Fortunately, most people were too drunk to notice, even after a few guys tried to grab or spank her at Matilda's encouragement. She had left the party blushing and prodded, with a few comments about how "thick" she was.

Then there was the actual shopping trip. She remembered standing naked in the change room except for her diaper, which they insisted she leave on. They handed her dozens of outfits, each skimpier then the last, demanding she pose and model them while they watched. Matilda had covered most of it, courtesy of a doctor mother and MBA holding father who loved spoiling their brat of a daughter, and told her she could make it up in favors. The result was a new wardrobe full of tight cloths, cut off shirts, tights, and short skirts, each designed to leave her just at the edge of exposed and safe. When it wasn't that, it was rompers, pastel colors, and other cutesy designs. Rebecca couldn't tell which was worse.

Then, of course, she had been required to "help" them with their homework. Thankfully they didn't want her to do the full assignments, there was no way anyone could do that, but she often found herself running to the library to get sources for them, or filling out short day work.

So far, she couldn't say for sure that people were noticing. However, every whisper, every giggle or chuckle behind her back sent her head turning and her mind wondering. She constantly expected to one day find an online page of people joking about her problem, or hear some side comment that implied people knew. So far, it had only happened in her dreams and nightmares, but she was never sure her 'secret' was safe.

It was better in some respects. The threat to change her messy diapers was worse for them in reality then in theory, and if she was lucky they'd let her use the toilet for that, at least, after changing her out of wet diapers.

On top of that, there was...

Her thought was interrupted as the door swung open. Rebecca heard someone walk in, but didn't turn her head to look. Another annoying part of the deal was the lack of privacy. They had a key to her room, and came in and left at will.

"You stayed in the corner! What a good girl! And still sucking your thumb like a baby!" the bully said, not even letting the door close before she did. It was Erica, who Rebecca assumed was her "babysitter" for the afternoon. She walked up and smacked Rebecca hard on the back of her diaper.

"So did you learn your lesson? Vanessa told me all about what you did."

"Yes Ma'am," Rebecca said, rolling her eyes.

"Then you know better then to leave the classroom without your babysitter next time? You could get hurt sweetie! Its for your own good!"

Rebecca winced. "Yes ma'am," she said. The reality was the 'rules' she broke often changed and didn't really matter. Erica had wanted her to suck her thumb half naked in the corner, she was going to suck her thumb half naked in the corner.

"Now, turn around baby girl," she said.

Rebecca sighed and obeyed. Vanessa was dressed in short shorts and a low cut, cropped shirt, even skimpier then her normal outfit. Rebecca had learned that usually meant she was planning on meeting with boys, and if she was Rebecca's "babysitter"... she shuddered, not wanting to think about what was going to happen.

"So, one of the boy's frats is holding a bbq to start the Halloween Weekend, and some of them are already wild drunk. So, good times for me," she smiled, and Rebecca tried not to groan. "I've had my eye on one of the guys there, and as luck would have it, one of them is interested in our cute new redheaded friend who is just coming out of her shell in second year. Any guess who that might be?"

Rebecca did groan this time. She felt her face crumble. "No please not again," she begged. The guy's Erica always favored were the type that annoyed Rebecca the most- rude, boorish, and worse of all, handsy. They wanted one thing and kept scores of the amount of times they got it. Overall, they disgusted her. However, since being 'adopted' into this group she ended up spending a lot of time with them, normally trying to keep away while not being rude enough to evoke her bullies' anger. So far she had done well, but a frat party with people day drinking could end very badly.

Erica just nodded. "Mhmm, seems you guessed your role. The cute friend I look nice by brining along. Isn't it so kind of us popular girls to help out someone like you?'

Rebecca glared. Normally Erica was far from that clever, but she had been taking off of Matilda. Rebecca was sure they practiced so they would all come at her with the same condescending phrases.

"Well, is it?" Erica asked.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. Matilda, on the other hand, would have shook her finger and teasingly rebuked her for glaring. Erica just wanted her to agree she was being "nice." "Yes, Ma'am" she said.

"Good girl. Isn't it nice too? Everyone thinks your our new friend, and we are just pushing you to come to parties. They all say such wonderful things," She smiled and hugged herself. She then took her backpack off, reached in, and took out a fresh, white diaper. "Now, first thing first, seems my little baby had an accident. Did you have an accident in your diaper, little baby?"

Rebecca hated how they did this. Of course they could see, but they always had to draw it out. "Yes, Ma'am," she said.

"Say it all. You know better then that"

"I had an accident in my diaper."

"Good baby, lets get you changed before you make this room too smelly. Lie down on the bed."

Rebecca sighed and obeyed. At this point, though she hated to admit it, the wet diaper change had become routine. She looked away, and followed the commands as they came. Erica untapped the diaper, told her to raise her bottom to pull it away, then dropped it in a plastic grocery bag, tied it up and threw it in her trash can, and hummed the entire time. She then wiped Erica down with a baby wipe, causing her to shudder. She had Rebecca lift her hips again, lay the second diaper on, powdered her and taped it on. She scribbled over the tapes with a marker, and finished by taking a picture. She was far from as efficient as Matilda, and her taping was never as tight or as even, but she got it down.

She pulled the now freshly diapered girl to her feet, then clapped her hands and smiled again. "Now, lets pick your outfit. Oh, I know! Lets play a game. Matilda suggested this to me, said it will help you learn to behave."

She walked to Rebecca's closet and took out a plain white tank top. She tossed it at Rebecca, who pulled it on. As many of her new clothes did, it ended well above her waist.

Erica then took out three skirts. One was one of Rebecca's old ones, almost down to her knees. The second ended at her thighs, and the third was the shortest one there. Finally, she took out a pair of baby pink tights with ruffles on the bottom. They were part of the "cute" sets of clothing picked to make her embarrassed. However, if she was going to wear those skirts, she'd be thankful for the extra cover.

She held up the three skirts and the tights in her hand, longest skirt toward Rebecca, shortest toward herself. "So, two nights ago I asked you to go to the library and get books for my history assignment. Did you do it?"

Rebecca nodded.

"Good, then you won't go out in just your diaper and shirt," she smiled. "I was tempted to do that and say it was a Halloween costume, but Matilda... never mind, you'll see." She laughed. Rebecca was horrified at what it could mean, but kept quiet as she continued her 'game.'

"The professor said an "90" on the assignment would need 8 sources or more. Did you get 8 or more?"

"No," Rebecca said, and the longest skirt dropped to the ground. Rebecca's stomach dropped with it.

"She said an "80" would be 6 or 7. Did you find 6 or 7?"

Rebecca shook her head, and another skirt dropped. That left the shortest in her wardrobe, a ruffled plaid skirt that managed to both be revealing and fall under the "cute" category by looking like something from a high school uniform. The costume equivalent of one anyway, no high school would use something that skimpy.

"Did you at least manage to find 5 for a 70?"

"Yes, 5, I got 5. They are on my desk," she said.

Erica looked at the pile of books on her desk, then threw the skirt at her. Rebecca looked down at it with her mouth open. It wasn't much wider then her diaper, if at all. With her mid riff revealing shirt, she would have a tough time keeping safe.

She looked back up to see Erica looking at her with a massive smile on her face, holding the demeaning tights up in both hands. Ridiculous as they looked, Rebecca prayed she'd be allowed to wear them.

"Now, one last question. Did you make notes for the books and find relevant pages, or just pick them up and leave me to do the work?"

Erica's eyes widened. She hadn't expected to do that, they hadn't asked her too before. That was hours extra work, it would take her...

"Well?"

Erica tried to think of a way out. A way to lie, a way to cheat, to fake the notes.

"Answer the question diaper girl."

"No," she finally admitted, and the tights dropped to the ground.

"Clean up, put your skirt on, and lets go."

"But, but... please dont make me go out like this! There is no way they won't see it! Please, I'll get your notes, I'll..."

Erica shook her head. "We don't have much time. We both have a class in an hour and a half, if I don't get what I want you can expect a triple thick diaper under that skirt next time. Try hiding THAT.

Erica cringed at the threat, but gave up. She pulled the mini skirt over the top of her diaper and picked up the clothes off the ground. She put them back in the closet, then looked at herself in the mirror.

The way the skirt was sitting, the bottom of her diaper was plainly visible. It wasn't even that it became clear when she moved or if it drooped too much, it was just a chunk of white padding sticking out under the skirt.

She pulled the skirt down until the bottom became invisible. However, with her cropped shirt the top of her diaper now stood out like a sore thumb, with even part of the bright blue tapes showing enough to leave any doubt of what it was out. She tried stretching the skirt, then the shirt, but neither worked. Finally, she pulled up her diaper as tight as it would go underneath her legs, folded the top down slightly, and rearranged the skirt again. With some adjusting, she managed to make the diaper almost invisible.

She turned, and immediate saw the back of her diaper show again as the skirt swirled. She groaned and re-arranged it again.

Erica, for her part, seemed to be having the time of her life. She had her hands folded and was grinned, sometimes lifting a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Please don't make me do this," Rebecca said.

Erica only smiled again and shook her head. "Keep trying diaper girl, I think you almost got it."

Rebecca went back to her skirt. Finally she managed to get it in a place where her diaper was completely covered as long as she was careful.

Erica nodded. "Well, good try anyway. Come on, lets go." She grabbed Rebecca by the hand.

"Wait!" she said. "Can I, uhhh, go to the bathroom?" She finished quietly. She had tried to determine how much she needed to go "the other way" and considered asking to go to the bathroom before the diaper change but decided against it. Asking while already wet might result in a demand she mess in her diapers then just shower it off, asking right after was more likely to get good results. At this point, she wasn't desperate, but wanted to delay going to the party.

Erica shook her head. "No, I don't think so. You'll have to hold it until you meet Matilda, or use your diapers and ask nicely for a change." She opened the door and, in the style that she was now accustomed too, lead her like a child through the halls.

Rebecca instinctively brought a hand to her face, covering half of it. She then corrected herself and brought her hand down to her skirt to keep it from swaying too far and showing her diaper.

This was by far the most revealing outfit they had made her wear, and no part of her was confident she could keep her diaper secret all day. She blushed the entire walk, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone they passed. She tried to keep her skirt down and took as small steps as possible, but Erica pulled her faster. She heard whispering, and turned to see people looking in her direction, but told herself it was a coincidence.

They got outside and walked through the campus. The smell of barbequing meat hit her, and it was soon accompanied by the sounds of music and chatting. Finally they turned a corner and she saw where Erica was taking her.

One of the campus squares was full of people, most of them in varying costumes, chatting and drinking. There were a few grills set up, with signs advertising cheap hamburgers and hot dogs. Rebecca would have groaned again, but in her embarrassed state it came out as more of a whimper. This was not the place to remain hidden.

As they approached, a tall, dark haired, muscular boy dressed as superman saw them and got up. He had a beer in his hand and staggered as he walked toward them.

"Hi Erica! I was hoping you would come!"

"Mikey, how you been? I was hoping to find you here."

He smiled a drunken smile and reached toward Erica's hand, who him take it. "Oh," she said, "You know Rebecca right?"

He looked her up and down, one eye half open. "Yeah I remember her. Hey, Frankie's been looking for you. Frankie!" he called out.

Erica smiled. "Isn't that nice. Well why don't you find Frankie for Rebecca, and I'll get us some lunch. I assume its free?" she said, ignoring the blatantly posted price signs. Mikey looked at the bbq and shared a joint thumbs up a shorter blond frat boy in a chef's had and a apron with a woman in a bikini on it.

"Yeah, its free. Take the beer out of the blue cooler, its mine."

She smiled again, "Aww, thanks sweetie," she patted his cheek, and he smiled and left to find Frankie.

Rebecca wanted to get angry and demand if she just flirted with drunk guys whenever she wanted something, but she held her tongue. Her current situation didn't exactly make her feel courageous.

There was a girl with long black hair dressed as a witch beside the cooler. She took out two beers and handed them to the pair and winked at Rebecca. Erica took them, then walked to the cook. "Hey hot stuff, you have some meat for me?" she winked at him.

"Hmmmm how about nice thick sausage," he laughed.

"Well, maybe later tonight, but for now I'll settle for a hot dog." She winked at the cook and ended up with hot dogs and chips for them both. She made a point of having them eat before going to meet their 'dates,' as of course it wouldn't do for either to be eating when flirting. Rebecca ate as slow as possible, trying to delay the inevitable. However there was only so much she could do, and soon she was back in the middle of the boys.

College kids stumbled all around her, some cheering or laughing, some eating, others making out. Halloween weekend was a big party on the campus, and they were already getting started.

Rebecca's 'date' ended up being a buff, bearded man in a plaid shirt who she assumed was dressed as a lumberjack. He was already drunk, and Rebecca wasn't sure if she was upset he was more likely to be frisky or happy he probably wouldn't notice as much.

Her role here was clear, and she had played it a few times. One of the popular girls wanted to get with a guy, and if he thought his friend was also going to 'score' with her, then it was more likely to work out. She'd flirt side by side, then get out as soon as she could.

Her date pointed at her skirt, then at his shirt. "Hey, we match!" he said, referring to the plaid.

Rebecca forced a laugh at the bad joke. "Uhhh, yeah... hi I'm Rebecca, nice costume," she said.

He looked her up and down. "What are you going as?" he said.

Erica chimed in. "Oh don't worry, we have costumes. You'll LOVE to see hers tonight, its ADORABLE." She smiled and winked at Rebecca, who groaned. "Anyway..." she kept talking, but turned to Mikey so they didn't hear.

Rebecca tried to smile. "So what are you studying?" she said.

"I don't really have a major, I'm trying to decide, so just general arts for me. For now. For me for now," he said.

"Uh huh," Rebecca replied.

"Yeah I think its important to, you know, like, have a good background in different areas to really make a good choice. Its an important choice right, life saving.""

"Uh huh," she said again.

He turned to the sounds of kissing behind him. Erica and "Superman" were both on a cement block, her in his lap, and his hands around her and groping wildly. They sat their drinks down and were kissing.

The drunk lumberjack looked back at her. "Do you... do you want to sit down?"

"Oh yeah!" Erica said over her shoulder between kisses. "She was talking about it all day. She really wants to 'get to know' you."

Erica gave her an annoyed look as the lumberjack was distracted, then forced a smile when he turned back to her. He smiled at her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his lap.

Erica tried to sit down gently so her diaper didn't crinkle. She sat her drink down beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying to look interested. He went to kiss her, and she gave him a quick peck then backed up. "So, you think you'll go with arts or sciences? Or engineering?" She said.

He backed up again. "Ummm I don't know. I'm not too great at math, but I'm not to great at reading either..."

Rebecca sighed.

"Really I'm just trying to find what I'm passionate about..." his hand drifted down to her waist and he grabbed her skirt, then leaned in for a kiss.

Rebecca sat upright. "Oh! That's interesting," she said, trying to keep the conversation going. "What do you think you might be passionate about?"

"Ummmm...' he thought, then smiled. "Chicks. Hot chicks in short skirts," he said, laughing at his own joke. He went back in for a kiss and began to squeeze her bottom.

Rebecca gasped. A new feeling came into her diaper. It got warm, then damp, and she realized she was wetting herself on his lap. Now, more then ever, she wanted to keep his hands off. There was no way she could even use the "Halloween costume" excuse anymore. She tried to cross her legs tighter, but it did little to slow the flood, and soon she was sitting in a soaked diaper pressed against the lumberjack's lap as he tried to make out with her.

"Say, do you mind passing me my drink, uhh, hot stuff?" Rebecca tried to imitate the cheerleader's flirty party girl look. It was normally a demand the frat boys were happy to engage.

"Uhhh ok," he said, and handed it to her. She lifted herself up and acted like she was chugging from the can, but actually drank as slowly as possible. The liquid was bitter and bubbly, a cheap domestic draught she honestly could have done without.

The trick worked however. The lumberjack smiled. "Hey party girl!" he said. Then, to her horror, he spanked her hard, and kept his hand on her diaper.

Rebecca paused as she looked at him. He looked back at her, still smiling. It took her a moment to confirm that he couldn't actually tell what she was wearing. Relief washed over her like a... a flood of clean, normal water, she told herself, trying not to think of other things that were just flooded. She 'finished' drinking and made an "ah", sound, then went back to smiling at him.

The relief, however, was short lived. As she relaxed, she felt something else come into her diaper, this time from the other end. "Oh no no no," she said.

"What?" he asked, confused.

She smiled at him. "I said, uh, go go go." It was far from her best lie, but it did the trick. While normally she would have rather he stay back, now she wanted anything to distract him from what his hands were feeling as he tried to grab her ass, and worse still, the gas that was coming into it.

It wasn't that she would normally mess her diapers by mistake. However, something with the hot dogs, chips and beer must not have been sitting well, and she realized she didn't have too long before she did something much worse then just wet.

She looked at her watchless-wrist and pretended to panic. "Oh no! I'm late for class. I have a test." She said. If he was too drunk to notice the girl sitting in his lap that he was groping was wearing a diaper and had just soaked it, he would be too drunk to notice she wasn't wearing a watch and there were no classes starting soon.

"Oh," he said. "I'll see you at the party."

"Yes, I'll see you then. Erica? I need to go?"

Erica, who at this point was entirely invested in Superman, gave her a thumbs up, and she got up. "Thanks, uhh, hot stuff." Rebecca turned to run away.

She stopped running right after, realizing the mistake, and looked at her skirt. "SHIT," she said, and looked down. Her skirt was crooked, half of it raised clear above the bottom of her diaper, another part exposing the tapes. To add to the problem, Erica's crappy diaper taping skills meant her underwear was loose, and it slid down as she was moving. Anyone behind her would see the white bottom, anyone in front would see the blue tapes. She quickly re-arranged it to cover her diaper. She thought of herself, running through the group, each step lifting the fabric up and exposing the diaper, and cursed at her panicked stupidity.

Her stomach grumbled. There was another problem with running. Her stomach was already turning after dinner, and running made it worse.

She considered her options. Her next diaper change, and normally her next time to use the bathroom, wasn't for a few hours. As normal, Erica had drawn symbols on her diaper, which made it difficult to take off and replace. That is, if she even had access to them, but they were stored in Matilda's closet, and the tapes wouldn't reseal after she tore them off.

Then again, Erica never was great at taping, so she might be able to just pull it down, go to the bathroom, and pull it back. She stopped and thought with a hand on her chin. The toilet wasn't far, this could work.

"Hey baby girl, sucking your thumb?" Matilda said with a hard spank on her diaper.

"OW!" Rebecca said, and went to rub her bottom. "No! I'm thinking. And do you have to say that out loud!?"

"Oh whats the problem, diaper girl? Don't want people to know about your diapers, diaper girl?" She walked in front of Rebecca and held her shoulders. "Then probably shouldn't have picked that outfit. That skirt don't lose much to imagination. I could tell it was you from way back by the diaper peaking out of your waist band."

"What!?" the 'diaper girl' franticly re-arranged her clothes.

Matilda laughed. "Come on sweetie. Time for class." She took her hand and began dragging.

She cursed under her breath. She had almost forgotten Matilda was in her class. Well, it WAS a good plan, but no use now.

The next class was all afternoon, three hours of psychology as taught by a stuck up assistant professor. It was the type of class most people would sleep through, except that it was also the type of class where the assistant professor would dole out harsh punishments to anyone who fell asleep. However, there were tons of people, all dead silent while listening to a boring speaker. It might be the worst possible place if she needed to...

"Ug," she said, as another fart escaped into her diaper. This could NOT get worse.

"Well that's even worse," she said, seeing the room entirely full except for two seats, front row center.

"YOU TWO! What are you doing coming in here like this? You're late!" the professor said.

"Its been thirty seconds!" Rebecca replied.

Matilda put a hand on her chest. "Oh I'm so sorry professor, I'm always trying to hurry my friend here, but she just loses track of time. i had to go back for her! Isn't that right Rebby?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes."

The professor folded her arms. "Fine, but I'm making a note of this. Take a seat."

They both walked through toward the seats, through the rows of people. A few were in costumes, and the witch from earlier winked at her again. Rebecca held her breath and moved as carefully as possible as she passed dozens of people, all at the perfect height to look up her skirt, while all eyes watched them. They sat down, and the professor continued.

The lecture was on a combination of mental health and skin care products, and made very little sense. Rebecca tried to pay attention and take notes, but the lecture droned on, and she had a lot distracting her.

She farted again. Matilda noticed, smiled at her and patted her hand.

Rebecca watched the clock. It seemed to be moving slower then it should, and she swore she saw the hands move backwards. Her stomach got worse and worse.

She farted again, this time loudly, and a few people beside her giggled.

"Something wrong, Ms Rebecca?" the professor asked.

"No Professor Tweedelbow!" she replied.

"Then pay attention," she went back to the lecture.

Time continued to move at its dead-slow pace, and Rebecca tried her best to hold it in. She realized she was making faces and grunting, and tried to control that too, fearing the professor would notice.

However, others were already noticing. A few people were now laughing at every sound, and others were waving their hands in front of her face. She didn't blame them, she herself was getting sick of the smell.

She looked at the clock. There were forty minutes left, half an hour if they were let out early for Friday, though that didn't normally happen with Tweedelbow. If she could make it, she would...

She would be at the mercy of her bully. Hopefully she was feeling nice. Otherwise, it would be a long walk back, either a particularly gross shower or a particularly embarrassing diaper change, and more blackmail material. It was going to be a long day.

The farts, and the laughter, were getting louder. She tried to keep her head down and avoid attention.

"Ms Rebecca!" the professor shouted. So much for avoiding attention. "Can you explain to me what's going on?"

"Ummm... I'm just, taking notes."

"Oh yeah? Not telling jokes? Not talking with your friends? Because as unusual, all the noise is stemming from you."

She tried to deny it just as another noise stemmed from her, and she kept her mouth shut.

"I tried to keep her quiet, but you know how Rebby is," Matilda said with fake innocence.

"Right! I've had enough. Stand up Rebecca."

Rebecca gulped, then obeyed. The entire class went silent behind her just as she let another sound out.

"Now, why don't you summarize last weeks readings for us? Your continuation of this course depends on it."

"Well uhh..." She farted again, and cringed at the laughter.

"Statistically, there is no connection between the use of skin care products and mental health issues. However..."

Rebecca tried her best to summarize the pointless material while clenching her cheeks. She couldn't believe her bad luck, standing in the shortest skirt yet, in front of the largest class, the most obnoxious professor, and suddenly feeling this way in a dead silent class.

She reached down and smoothed her skirt. She could have sworn there was somehow a breeze constantly lifting it up, just high enough to expose the padding. She felt herself sweating, and continued.

"Dr. Lighraw's objections were 'No, what? That's just stupid.' However..."

Another fart was pressing, and she held it back. At this point, half the class had clued in, and were staring at her and smiling. She hoped beyond hope not to give them what they wanted.

"When you assume the objections are paid for by the freemasons..."

The fart pushed itself out, and she gasped. She paused her speaking, and thought she would pass out.

It wasn't just gas. In a panicky, she realized she was filling her diaper in front of the entire class. Worse, she was doing it loudly, and people giggled at the constant sounds. She tried to clench, but nothing worked, and soon her diaper was full of disgusting slime, and more was still coming out.

"Then the really issue is that some rude..."

Another fart.

"people who aren't as smart as they think they are"

More.

"Are just afraid of being publicly embarrassed"

She closed her eyes. The laughter was mounting.

"And exposed for not being as smart as they think they are."

The train stopped and her stomach relaxed, but the damage was done. Her diaper was full, everyone had heard it, and the smell was horrid. She hoped they at least counted it all to the gas and didn't realize what she had really done.

"And should stop bullying people who don't think the same way. The writer concludes by implying those people probably smell bad, based on their lack of skin care."

She stopped. That was the end of it.

The professor seemed impressed with her memory, at the very least. "And what do you think of that article," she said.

"Well professor, I think the author came across as immature, and it didn't really prove its point. All it did was recite conspiracy theories and insult people who disagree. Also, I'm pretty sure it was really a barely disguised add for Sephora. They even have its logo here."

The professor scowled. "Actually I think it was highly reputable, and chose it myself for this class. Please sit down, Ms. Rebecca."

The blushing girl shook her head. "I, uhh, would prefer to stand." Honestly neither was great. Standing meant her diaper was out in the open and eye height with the row behind her. Worse, with the amount she had just messed and Erica's bad tape job, she could only imagine how much it was sagging below her skirt. Still, the thought of sitting in it made her stomach turn.

"SIT DOWN NOW!" the professor said, and she quickly obeyed.

The feeling was even worse then she had imagined. She wrinkled her nose and tried to remain as still as possible. It was slimy and warm in the worse way.

Worse, if she had thought people reacting to her farting was bad, the new expressions were horrible. She could have sworn people were gagging. She hung her head and blushed until the end of the class.

Once the professor finished, five minutes late as possible, the class began to pour out. Rebecca and Matilda waited a bit, Rebecca too afraid to move, Matilda smiling and seeming to enjoy the moment.

"Pee yew!" she said loudly. "Anyone smell that? Do you know what that is Rebby?"

She shook her head but didn't speak. A few people were whispering around her, and she didn't want to know if anyone had guessed what happened. Not responding seemed the best way to keep attention away.

Once the class was half empty, a giggling Matilda taped Rebecca on the shoulder and had her get up. They walked out, Matilda patting her swollen, diapered bottom the entire time.

Once they were out of the class, Matilda came beside her, put a hand on her bottom and pressed the diaper into her. She cringed at the feel.

"YOU DIDN'T!" Matilda whispered in delight. "Thats so bad! Its embarrassing even for you! What a baby!"

"Please don't do that," Rebecca said in near tears.

"Oh I will do that diaper girl!" she pressed it again. She looked back behind her, and seeing no one there, she lifted Rebecca's skirt and snapped a photo with her phone.

"HEY!" Rebecca said, holding her skirt down. "I don't know what happened! Something upset my stomach."

"Uh huh, sure thing potty pants. We all know you're a baby, no point lying."

"Please stop." Tears of embarrassment went down her cheek and she prayed no one noticed. "Can you please just let me get out of this? Do you have a spare diaper?" She begged.

Matilda tilted her head. "Yes but... in a bit. I'm enjoying this for now. The one I brought is one of your normal diapers."

"What do you mean "normal?" And can you keep your voice down?"

"No, I can't. And you'll see. I have a special surprise I want to show you, then, if you're a good little stinky pants, I'll let you change and shower for the party tonight so you don't make anyone sick with your messy bum."

She dragged her through the halls, out onto the campus, and toward their dorm. Rebecca kept her head down and tried to stay as far as possible from others. Still, she saw more then one group crinkle their noises or common on the smell. If she didn't get out of it quick, she'd be responsible for a fake gas leak call.

Walking was harder then she expected. The swollen padding forced her legs apart, and she could feel the mess in her diaper slushing around, making her stomach turn. She prayed it didn't leak.

They made it to their dorm, and Matilda pulled her in to the crowded halls. Students lined the sides in skimpy halloween costumes, already drinking and playing music.

Rebecca shook her head. To her horror, Matilda took her toward the elevator. She didn't protest as she clicked the button and waited. People lined up behind them. Though Matilda's room was on the top floor, the building was only four stories high, and the stairs were easy enough. Rebecca knew she was doing this just to antagonize her, but didn't have the willpower to argue.

They got in, and the doors shut, trapping them in with scent.

"What the hell is that smell?" a student asked. Rebecca didn't look up to see who it was.

A few people plugged their noises and ewed. Rebecca wished she could disappear into the wall.

"Did someone fart in here?"

Matilda was smiling, clearly loving it. "Maybe someone was sick, or got too drunk and had an accident. You think so Rebby?"

The fragrant girl just shook her head. The doors opened, and people came in while others left, leaving a whole new audience for Matilda's game. Once agian, they groaned and blocked their noses, and began to ask.

"I heard someone let a stink bomb out on campus," Matilda said. "Do you know anything about that?"

"No," she said quietly, and could see the bully holding back laughter.

The doors opened to the top floor, and they got out. They walked toward Matilda's room. Matilda paused in front of it and took out her phone. "One second," she said. "I just want to really enjoy this moment. I bet I'm going to LOVE seeing your reaction."

"My reaction to what?"

She only smiled again and slowly opened the door.

"WHAT. THE HELL. IS THAT!?" Rebecca demanded.