Hazing - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Tiffany groaned as she woke up to a familiar sensation again, tentatively reaching under her covers, pressing her hand to the crotch of her crinkling diaper to confirm... It was surprising - and not in a good way - how quickly her body had adapted to the idea that, no matter how hard she begged, she wasn't going to be allowed out of the room after she was put to bed quite early.

The first time it had happened, she'd tried to convince herself it had been like the days before, when she'd woken up, realized where she was, then, for the sake of not spending the next hour tossing and turning, trying to hold it, she had simply given in and wet herself so she could go back to sleep. The next time it happened, she was less certain.... By now, she was sure - she was wetting the bed.

That would have been humiliating at her age, no matter what, but her circumstances only made it worse: here she was, a college teacher, at her alma mater, staying with her old sorority to try to prevent hazing, only to have fallen victim to it herself, and, as a result, been turned into a diaper-wearing bedwetter. And, because of the hazing - the rules of which she'd helped make up herself - any time she didn't make it to the morning dry, she had to spend the rest of the day padded.

She'd begged Courtney to let her change a few days before, when she'd had a meeting with the dean to discuss the upcoming pledge week, and make sure the KATs weren't planning any kind of hazing... The girl had been unmoved, and, in fact, escorted Tiffany to the dean's office herself, to make sure she didn't try anything. Tiffany had spent the whole meeting blushing and squirming in front of the man, praying he didn't notice how poofy her pants looked, or hear the crinkling under them every time she moved.

"Good morning!" Courtney chirped, opening the door right on schedule. 

"I-I'm wet," Tiffany admitted timidly, hoping it would allow her to avoid a humiliating check; Courtney still pushed her blankets aside, as if she hadn't heard, pushing a hand to the teacher's bulky diaper, shaking her head.

"I'm really starting to think you have a problem!" she exclaimed. "You haven't even gone on your run yet! Do you need to visit the nurse?" Tiffany shook her head, cheeks red as Courtney bustled around the room, choosing a shirt and some velcro sneakers for her to wear, along with a pacifier, a big pink hair bow, and an armful of toys. Tiffany had made the jog around the campus many times by now, though the experience didn't make it any easier... There were very few people up this early, though the ones who were almost seemed to be expecting, and looking for, her now, which made it harder to avoid having to trot up to them and ask to be checked, which was much worse, knowing she was already wet. One of those people was the janitor who worked in the building where she taught... She'd done her best to avoid letting him see her face while she was teaching, but that hadn't lasted long; she just hoped he never mentioned what he saw to the dean, now that he knew she was a professor. She was pretty sure he hadn't yet, though she also felt relatively certain he was spending much more time than before 'checking' her.

To her surprise, the toys and pacifier went into small, pink backpack, along with some changing supplies, and Courtney laid out the changing mat, immediately putting Tiffany into a dry diaper, with plenty of soaker pads. "Now, do me a favor," the girl said, handing her a piece of construction paper. "Can you draw me out a nice grid? Label it with all the days of the week starting from now along the top, and then on the sides, draw me a happy face, a sad face, and a crying face."

"What is this for?" Tiffany asked, although she knew exactly what it sounded like.

"Well, kitten," Courtney said, gesturing for Tiffany to start. The teacher sighed, rolling over onto her stomach to pick up her crayons and do as she was told. "In the whole history of the KATs, we've never had anyone take this long to make it through hazing... We're really starting to worry about you. And ourselves, of course... After all, once we start taking pledges, if anyone finds out what's happening with you, we could get in trouble, and I'm sure the dean wouldn't be happy with you, either, would he?" Tiffany shook her head, the line she was drawing trembling a bit as well. "So, we're giving you this last week to prove you're ready to be a KAT, and not just a little kitten... 

"What you're making is a potty training chart. I've worked out a schedule with the girls in your classes, and at least one of them will be staying, or dropping by, after each of your classes to see how you managed. If you're wet, a tally mark goes in the sad box... If you're stinky, one goes in the crying face box... And, if you're dry, you get a check in the happy face." Courtney bent down, putting a mark for that day under the sad face. "They also have the authority to change you, if they think you need it. They'll be staying with you until your next class starts, to make sure you don't try to do that on your own... That's why you have your nice toys, to keep you entertained, since you'll only be leaving your classroom for a supervised lunch. Oh, and when you do get changed, to keep your classroom from stinking up, you'll have to page for the janitor to give him your diaper, and apologize for all the extra work you're giving him."

Courtney smirked as she saw the horrified look on Tiffany's face. "Don't worry, it's just for this week," she said. "If, at the end, you have more happy face checkmarks than any of the others, we'll let you move on to your own room, so we can have this one ready for our pledges... If not, we'll just have to tell the dean about your little problem, so he doesn't have any reason to think it has to do with hazing. That is, if nobody else does first."

Tiffany paled in horror at the thought of her boss knowing she was wearing diapers, thinking she needed them... "Wait, wh-who else would tell him?"

Courtney smiled, taking the finished potty training chart, folding it up, and slipping it into the backpack, which she slid onto Tiffany's arms after helping her up. "It hardly seemed fair," she told the professor, "to let you off the hook for your morning run, even with all of this... So, we decided to switch it up a little. We won't make you go around the campus - instead, you're going to be going to your classroom like this, and waiting for one of us to bring you a suitable pair of pants, or skirt... And hoping it fits over your big, bulky diaper." Courtney gave that a pat, as Tiffany stared at her, aghast. "If not, you might just have to teach like this until someone brings you something more suitable."

"B-But..." she stammered, looking incredulously at Courtney and tugging at the shirt she'd been dressed in, which was nowhere near long enough to hide her diaper. The building where she taught was unlocked early, sure, but not nearly as early as her usual jog around the campus... Which meant more people were likely to be around. Her path would be shorter, yet the risk was much higher... Not to mention the risk of having to spend the first class period - or longer! - hiding behind her desk, praying nobody walked around it, for any reason, and saw what she had on, while hoping that the sorority sisters were merciful and brought her a piece of clothing loose enough to accommodate them.

"I'd get going if I were you," Courtney winked. Tiffany gulped, hoping if she stood her ground long enough, the girl would change her mind, or reveal it had just been a cruel joke... Then, after a moment, she broke, trotting as quickly as she could in her diaper through the house and out the front door, too caught up in the moment to think to check the time to see that she was still early, meaning she'd either have to slink back to the sorority house, or wait around for somebody to open the doors of the building.