Adults Behaving Badly - Part 2 (Patreon)

Was the punishment too harsh for the crime? Who can say? It's hard to tell how they make their judgements, how long they watch, what other crimes their victims have committed. Hopefully, while being punished, they reflect on everything they've done, but, of course, that final one, the thing that triggered the punishment, is the one on the forefront of their minds.

In Marie's case, she had a little time between what she did, and what happened to her, although the connection was still very strong in her mind. It was hard to think of anything else, really...

It had started out innocently enough, at the ballet class she taught. She'd loved dance ever since she was a child herself, had been thrilled to get a position as a teacher at the very school where she'd learned... Then, was instantly annoyed when she was expected to start at the bottom, teaching the youngest kids, the ones who could barely walk correctly, much less dance.

As soon as the opportunity presented itself, she moved on to teach an older class, leaving those clumsy, smelly toddlers for good. Her new class wasn't much older, but big enough that she could teach them more than the very basics, and that she could trust them to know when they had to use the bathroom on their own, without having to ask them, if they looked extra squirmy, like she was their babysitter or something.

Or so she thought, until, one day, she noticed something was different about one of her students. Riley was small for her age, quiet, shy... She was talented, and likely would have been great, performing a solo at the recital, so Marie could really show off how well she'd taught her girls, if she wasn't afraid being in the spotlight would make Riley have a heart attack.

And now, it looked like she had something else to worry about with the girl. Marie knew somehing was going on right away, as soon as she saw her, but it took a good portion of class for her to realize what it was, and a little longer to convince herself she wasn't imagining things. She'd taught toddlers for so long, however, that she knew the bulge of protective padding under a leotard... She just hadn't to ever have to see, or deal with, it again.

Riley hated dancing in the front, but, because of her size, she usually had to anyway. She was right there, all eyes on her, when Marie asked, "Are you wearing a diaper?"

Probably, she should have been more discrete about it, more sensitive... She was too shocked, however, too disgusted. Riley squirmed, cheeks red, feeling everyone's eyes shifting downwards. "N-No!" she squeaked.

"Oh, really?" Marie raised an eyebrow. "Then what is it? A Pull-Up? A Goodnite? You aren't fooling anyone... Whatever it is, I don't want to see it in my class! Anyone who wears any of that belongs in the baby class, because I'm here to teach dance, not change diapers. Do you understand me?"

She could see the tears in the girl's eyes, knew she'd already gone too far... Yet, she kept going. "Well, go on, then," she ordered, pointing at the door. "They're across the hall. Go join your new classmates." Whether Riley actually went over there or not, she didn't know... Riley did leave, however, crying.

Marie felt bad, to some degree, although it was hard to tell if it was really from guilt, or just worry over Riley's mother complaining to her boss. As if to justify that, Marie's boss left a voicemail for her the next day, asking her to come in early. Marie hoped she hadn't gone too far, and gotten herself fired, though she took it as a good sign that she hadn't simply been told to stay home... This might not have anything to do with Riley; the girl was kind of a crybaby, so it wasn't uncommon for her to leave the class in tears for one reason or another. Maybe she hadn't told anyone why this time.

But there was still a twinge of nerves as Marie prepared for work that day. She laid out her leotard, her tights, some shorts, underthings, and stepped into the shower. Everything seemed normal as she washed herself, even as she started getting dressed... Until she got her leotard into place. Instantly, it got tighter, the sound of crinkling filling her ears...

"What the hell?!" she gasped, looking down, eyes widening as she instantly saw white plastic sticking out of the legholes of her leotard, a very noticable bulge beneath it. She didn't have to push aside her leotard to tell what she was wearing, but she did anyway, ripping off the diaper and hurrying over to her dresser, grabbing another pair of panties to replace it with, heart pounding even before she repositioned the leotard... And her panties ballooned into a diaper again, even bulkier and bigger than before.

She still had no idea what was happening, but she didn't want to risk a larger diaper than she already had. She might be able hide what she had under her shorts, at least... It was already going to be difficult enough to dance normally with this thing, tempting fate was a bad idea. She walked back over to the bed, mouth dry at the sensation of the padding between her legs. Unfortunately, her tights and the shorts - the ones she was certain she'd put there - were gone. So were all the shorts, and pants, and skirts, from her closet. There was nothing for her to cover the diaper, nothing to hide her shame...

And she was running out of time. She didn't want to leave her apartment like this, yet, if she didn't, she was going to be late, and if her boss was angry at her already, that wasn't going to help things. She grabbed her dance bag, not noticing the spare diaper waiting inside, and her ballet slippers, and started to head outside, pausing only as she saw a reflection of herself, showing that her diaper was even more blaringly obvious than she'd feared. She couldn't afford to lose this job, though, or show up out of uniform...

The walk to her car, and into the dance school, was a long one, with her desperately trying to yank on her leotard, force it to grow legs, widen up enough to hide the diaper sticking out from it. When she got to her boss's office, however, the woman didn't give any indication she saw it, or that she was mad. "Hello, there," she smiled. "Listen, dear, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I'm afraid things just aren't working out in your class."

Marie's heart sank. "Is this because of Riley?" she asked.

"I think you know why," her boss told her. "Now, come on, let me show you to your new class..." She stood, taking Marie's hand, leading her right where she was afraid they were going... The baby class. There was already a teacher there, however, and her boss positioned Marie at the back of the class, with the students... Marie looked around, blushing, seeing that she was, despite being the oldest, by far, the only one in straight-up diapers. "I want everyone to be nice to Marie," her boss told all the little girls. "She has a little problem, but I'm sure, with some sort, she can be a very good dancer despite that... And I hope you all help her catch up. Now, have fun, dear," she patted Marie's padded backside, walking off, leaving her in the class she hated so much, where she was now a student, instead of a teacher.