The Phone - Part 3 (Patreon)

Lara didn't dare pull her little telescope out again, but she knew, somehow, Jared had to be behind this. It was too big a coincidence... He'd had all those pictures, and now she was dressed just like the women in them... She had no idea how he was doing it, though she knew it was definitely him.

How had he gotten to the teacher, though? Why did nobody else seem to notice her suddenly change in clothing? And how had he pulled that off in the first place?! It didn't make any sense...

She didn't have much time to think about it, however, as the teacher announced it was time to start. Clearly, she intended for Lara to color in her picture, so she began, even if she didn't understand why, exactly. This wasn't a test at all... She'd been able to color in the lines for years now, without a problem.

She jumped as she felt her diapers begin to vibrate, wriggling in her seat, face red, for a moment before realizing what was going on. She'd planned on putting her phone into vibrate mode, then slipping it into the waistband of her skirt, while Jared had programmed his phone so, by pressing one of the physical buttons, it would automatically send a message to hers. They'd worked out a code for him to use the number of messages he sent to tell her what each of the answers was, in order. She'd very reluctantly handed her phone over to him for him to set everything up, making sure to tell him she had the pictures backed up on her laptop and the cloud, so he didn't try anything.

She must have slipped the phone into the waistband of her diaper instead, and not realized it... But why was Jared still sending things to her? He had to see she wasn't taking the test... And, as much as she hated to admit it, every time her phone buzzed, it sent the vibration through all of the padding around her, making it very hard to concentrate.

The teacher was going to be so mad at her... It was so simple, just color in the lines, but her crayons were jerking all over the place as the vibrations grew more intense, more constant... And it was just so hot... The diaper was so huge, just layer after layer of cloth, topped off with those plastic pants... In no time at all, she was sweating, unbuttoning her shirt to try to cool off a little.

She knew she had to do better, that if she didn't, her teacher was going to send a note home to her parents, and then they'd probably spank her. They'd already been angry at her that morning, when she'd gone pee-pee in her cute, cotton day of the week panties before she'd even gotten on the bus... That was why they'd put her in these diapers, after all, and it was hard to blame them. She was too big to be doing that kind of thing anymore... She was in school now, and not even stupid daycare, but real school...

She gasped, feeling a wetness forming in her diaper, though, somehow, she didn't think she'd had another accident... What it was, she couldn't put her finger on, but she felt her eyes dart over to Chad, across the room, almost thinking she remembered feeling the same way with him, once. For a moment, she thought of him as her boyfriend, before recalling that couldn't be the case. She had a crush on him, sure... He was a big boy, though, a football player in high school... She was just a little girl, there was no way he'd go out with her.

Not that she'd want to, anyway. She wasn't sure what 'going out' really meant, but boys were gross... She thought, instead, of her big teddy bear, how sometimes, after she'd been put to bed in her nighttime diapers, she'd straddle it and play horsey... That was much more like what she was feeling now, squirming in her seat... 

But why did she feel so hot? It was too much... She reached up, unbuttoning her shirt more, not giving a second thought as she shrugged out of it. Why should she? There was nothing there to see... She was too little to have to worry about that, after all, and she definitely felt much better without it, as that feeling that had been growing inside of her exploded, and a silly grin grew across her face, a wave of pleasure washing over her right, followed by her bladder completely letting go, right into her diaper.