The Star Player (Patreon)

It wasn't necessarily that Gia was lying in wait, ready to pounce at the perfect moment... She just happened to be walking through the cafeteria with her tray, and overheard the conversation.

"Isn't there a game tonight?" one of the girls at the table had asked, and immediately, Gia's ears had perked up, her pace slowing. It was possible that they were talking about something else, but she took her time strolling past the table, wanting to hear more.

"Yeah, I think so," another replied. "It was pretty good last time... I think they might be able to win again."

Gia grinned, glad her patience had paid off. "Oh, I have a feeling they will," she butted in, setting her tray down on the table at an empty seat, letting them get a better view of her.

The girls eyed her, including the second one, who seemed to have watched the last match, appearing confused. "Okay?" she cocked her head. "Do you even know what we're talking about?"

Gia's nostrils flared as she struggled to keep her temper in check. Looking at the girl again, in her stupid, girly shirt, and her frilly skirt, she shouldn't have been surprised that she hadn't been paying attention... She'd probably only been there to make out with her boyfriend in the stands in the first place!

"Yeah," she said after a moment, gesturing at her volleyball uniform, the reason she'd put her tray down. She definitely hadn't wanted to sit with these dorks... Certainly not now! "I think I do."

"Oh, right," the girl nodded dimly. "You were on the team, weren't you?"

"On the team?" Gia felt almost as offended by that as by the last bubble-headed thing the girl had spouted. "I AM the team." She whisked her tray back off the table, stomping away. She could hear giggling behind her, but she didn't mind... They were probably just intimidated by her, and didn't know how else to react.

It was only natural... Those girls looked like they'd never played a sport in their lives, too worried that the physical activity would make them chip their nails or something. They didn't have what it took to be the star player for anything... Not like Gia. It had been a lot of hard work to get where she was now, and that was why she took any opportunity she could to remind people of what she was, of where she'd gotten herself to. Her teammates were, perhaps, a bit less enthused about her declarations, but she didn't mind that, either; she knew jealousy when she saw it.

For as much as she told herself those things didn't bother her, however, they stayed on her mind as she wolfed down her supper and went to the match. She was positive she could hear that same giggling as she took the field, and right away she scanned the stands, looking for the little bimbos, wanting confirmation that they were being distracted by their boyfriends, or, at the very least, to be sure they were in a good position to see her strut her stuff.

They had to be there, somewhere, but she couldn't find them, not while she was attempting to play the game. That ought to have taken priority, so that, wherever they were, they could see what a star she was... Yet, she couldn't quite shake the desire to spot them, to know, for certain, that it was them, starting to spend more time doing that than paying attention to the ball.

"Gia, I need you to get your head in the game," the coach snapped at her at halftime. "Or I'll put Kennedy in instead."

"Sure," Gia sniffed, lowering her voice so only her teammates could hear, "But I thought you wanted to win."

She thought it was a pretty good joke, but the jealous other girls didn't snicker with her. Kennedy wasn't awful... She wasn't Gia, though. Gia sauntered back onto the field, ready to write the cafeteria bimbos off, since they probably hadn't had the patience to sit through halftime... And then she heard the giggle again, clear as day.

Where were they?! Blocking out the game around her, Gia was determined to solve the mystery once and for all, to get it over with... Until she heard the coach scream her name, and she returned to reality, seeing the ball flying towards an empty spot, a few feet away from her. She sprang to action... And felt her legs wrap around each other, not prepared for the sudden action, and, suddenly, she was falling quickly towards the ground, hitting it with what sounded like a very loud, obvious snap...

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It wasn't a break, thankfully - Gia hated to think how long that would keep her off the team, how far they'd fall behind while she was recovering - but it was bad enough that she was still going to have to be off her feet for a little while so she could recover, fumbling with crutches that made everything far more difficult.

She would have thought that, as such a skilled athlete, she could get used to them pretty easily, yet that didn't seem to be the case. And, as the star of one of the school's sports teams, she expected people to fall over themselves wanting to help her, but that hadn't happened, either.

"Hey, Kennedy," she said, limping to the table where she, and some of the other members of the team, were sitting in the cafeteria. "Do you want to do me a favor and get me some food?"

"Aww, gee," Kennedy rolled her eyes, "I don't think I have time... I need a lot of practice if I want to live up to your athletic prowess."

"It'll only take a minute," Gia shrugged, but Kennedy was already getting up from her seat, the rest of the team following suit. Were they all going to help Kennedy? Or were they upset at Gia injuring herself, and ruining their chances for the next game or two? Either way, she was left behind, having to ask the cafeteria staff for help instead.

That wasn't the only thing she was having difficulties with... And, even though it was more private, it was far more humiliating. Getting anywhere in a hurry was a pain, and, with as old as the campus was, not every bathroom had a handicapped stall. There was at least one in every building, but those always seemed to be at the bathroom furthest away from wherever she happened to be when she needed it, leaving her with a choice of trying to maneuver herself into a tiny stall, or traipse all the way to the other side of the building while her bladder was aching, begging for relief...

Even in the dorms, she wasn't free of trouble, waking up in the middle of the night and having to fumble for her crutches in the dark, pull herself out of bed, hobble all the way to the bathroom... More than once, in each of those situations, she hadn't quite made it... And, more than once, she really hadn't made it, and had wound up completely wetting herself, soaking her pants, leaving behind a puddle that had prompted her to slink back to her room to change, praying nobody had seen her, knew how far the star volleyball player had sunk...

"What am I supposed to do?" she whined to her doctor. "I can't just go around peeing myself all the time!"

"Is it happening all the time?" the doctor raised her eyebrow, Gia shrinking back, cheeks burning.

"N-Not all the time," she admitted. "But too often!"

"Well, getting used to crutches takes time," the doctor told her unhelpfully. "And if you can't do that... There's really only one thing I can suggest in your case."

Gia's eyes had widened when she heard what it was, thinking, at first, that it was a joke. "No way!" she squealed. "No, I won't! I can't!"

The doctor shrugged. "It's up to you... If it's as big a problem as you say, though, it might be better than the alternative."

Gia hated that the woman was right... But not nearly as much as she hated having to sneak the package of diapers up to her dorm room, wrapped in two plastic bags, which still didn't feel thick enough to hide what was inside. Of course, that was the one time everybody wanted to help her out, asking if they could carry it for her, while she shook her head, blushing, not wanting anyone else to touch them, to have a chance to peek inside and see her shame...

Not that it particularly mattered. The doctor had assured her that they weren't as bad as she thought, that, if she was careful, she could keep them hidden, and nobody would know. That shouldn't be a problem for her, she'd decided... She wasn't like those girls from the cafeteria, with their tiny, frilly skirts... They'd never be able to hide a diaper under those!

Her usual pants were something of a tight fit over the bulky, crinkly diapers, but she could get them on, and that, she assumed, was good enough. She didn't give a second thought, unfortunately, to what would happen if her shirt rode up, which was very likely to happen while she was stuck on her crutches...

The first place she wore them was to practice; she didn't have to go at all until she was recovered, but she felt obligated to make an appearance... And she definitely didn't want to run the risk of having an accident there, of all places. Getting used to the extra bulk between her legs was difficult, though much easier than getting used to the crutches had been, and they did make her feel a little safer, a little more secure...

"Hey, everyone!" she called, seeing that the coach hadn't arrived yet. "You ready to...?"

Almost immediately, she could see them stare at her, and start to whisper and giggle. Only then did she glance down, notice the light blue plastic waistband peeking out from above her pants. Nervously, she attempted to tug her shirt down, but it was already too late.

"You don't really think...?" she could hear one of her teammates whisper.

"Of course she is! She looks just like my baby sister!" another was snickering.

"Shut up!" she fumed. "This isn't my fault! This happened because I was doing my best for this team, and if...!"

"No, you shut up," Kennedy marched up to her. "You sit your diapered butt down, young lady, and stay quiet for once in your life. We'll decide what to do with you later, but for now, if you don't want us to tell the whole school about your little secret, just keep your mouth closed."

"I-I'm not..." Gia tried to lie.

"Pull your pants down right now, then," Kennedy crossed her arms. "Now!" Gia had never heard the girl use that tone, and it was intimidating enough that, almost without thinking, she found herself obeying, scared of what would happen if she didn't.

"You can't tell anyone, though," Gia squirmed, hearing the rest of the team laugh at her. "I-I'm the star player!"

One of Kennedy's eyebrows raised. "Oh, you want to be the star that badly, huh? Well, maybe we can make that happen for you..."

And that was how she found herself getting 'invited' over to the house of one of the girls that lived near the campus that weekend, while her parents and younger sister were out of town. She thought she'd outsmarted them by wearing her normal underwear, only to find a fresh pack of adult diapers waiting for her at the house, ones far thicker than the medical ones the doctor had recommended for her, and covered in a babyish design.

"My pants won't even go over these dumb things!" she complained after she was taped into one, the other girls giggling, telling her it didn't matter as they led her through the house, into a nursery. As the only person in there in just a shirt and diaper, it certainly looked like she was the one who belonged there. "Stop it!" she protested as she heard the click of a camera shutter, stomach churning as the realization of what was going on hit her.

"You wanted to be the star," Kennedy reminded her. "Well, if these pictures get out, I'm sure you'll be the talk of the campus for quite some time..."

"You can't show these to anyone!" Gia insisted.

"Then be a good girl, and model for us," Kennedy ordered, Gia seeing no other way around it, even when it meant letting them change her into a tiny, white crop top and a fluffy pink tutu skirt, things she'd never have been caught dead in, things that did very little to hide the diaper underneath, making her look even more like an overgrown toddler... Especially when, as she continued to whined, they pushed a pacifier into her mouth to shut her up.

That made it all the harder when she felt the pressure in her tummy, when she was trying to beg them to let her go, to tell her where the bathroom was... Though, after a while, she got the feeling that they knew exactly what she was attempting to tell them, and didn't care, that, in fact, they wanted her to do it... And, eventually, she had no choice, squatting down in her ridiculous outfit and desperately filling her diaper with warm, squishy mush, cameras snapping pictures the whole time.

"I think our little 'star player' is going to be much more humble from now on, won't she?" Kennedy smirked, giving the lumpy seat of Gia's diaper a pat, the mortified Gia wrinkling her nose, sniffling.

"For now," one of the other girls said. "She won't be on crutches forever."

"That's true," Kennedy conceded. "But after this, I think we can all agree she'll need at least a little protection so she doesn't embarrass us. If she doesn't want these pictures getting out, she's going to wear Goodnites under her uniform shorts to all of our practices and games, isn't she?"

Gia gulped, knowing the question was aimed at her. Goodnites were surely less humiliating than diapers... But those shorts were tiny enough that it would be hard to do much of anything without running the risk of letting the world see what she had on underneath. It was definitely going to make it harder to show off... And that, she assumed, was the point. Unfortunately, despite that, she knew there was only one appropriate answer, one thing that would keep the whole school from seeing those pictures of her flouncing around in her tutu, pooping her pants like a baby. "Y-Yes, ma'am."