Story-Time - Part 4 (Patreon)

"Is there something wrong?" Flinn asked as Savannah pulled away bashfully. 

Savannah blushed, hoping the flashing lights would hide the pinkness in her cheeks, shifting in place, terrified that he'd see through her lie... And, more importantly, that he'd see through her skirt to what was underneath, what was keeping her from accepting his advances. The music would definitely hide the crinkles, but if he caught a glimpse of that waistband... "N-No, I'm fine," she told him. 

To be fair, maybe it wasn't entirely a lie... It wasn't entirely fair to say that she wasn't enjoying her time at the study group, as silly as it all was. If nothing else, it was no sillier than story-time had been, although it felt like there was no way it was going to be any more useful, either. Their last assignment, for example, had been to sit at their table, wearing huge, plastic bibs to protect their clothes - and Pull-Ups, of course - and finger-paint. How was that going to help their grades?!

At the same time, it hadn't been awful; there was something relaxing about dipping her fingers into the paint, smearing it across the paper, trying to turn it into some form of art. She hadn't been able to resist wiping her hand on Felicity when she was done, hearing the other girl whine, despite Savannah having made sure she only touched the bib, so that her clothes would be safe.

"It's all right," Ms. Sophia had told Felicity, giving Savannah a pointed look. "Oh, what lovely pictures you've all made! You all get gold stars!"

That had perked Felicity right up, and even Savannah felt a spark of excitement at that, for what it was worth, though, of course, she knew that didn't mean anything in reality. What was she going to do with a stupid star sticker, no matter what color it was? She was ready to open her mouth, to tell the teacher that, to demand to know if they were ever really going to study, or if she should stop showing up... Which was a good threat, she thought, whether she had any intention of following through or not.

Before she could, Ms. Sophia had continued. "Now, we're almost done for today, so I want to assign you all your homework."

"Homework?" Felicity had groaned. "We have to do homework now?"

"Now, now," Ms. Sophia had patted her on the head. "I have a feeling you won't mind this too much... I want you all the wear your Pull-Ups home today."

"What?!" It had been Savannah who replied that time, eyes widening as she tugged at her skirt instinctively. "I'm not wearing this stupid thing anywhere outside of here!"

"Calm down, Savannah," Ms. Sophia had cooed at her. "This is very important. I know we have to cancel our next meeting for the holiday, so it'll be a little while before we come back... I'm also sending five Pull-Ups home with you, and I expect you to wear each of them for at least a couple hours each."

"No!" Savannah had pouted. "No, no, no!"

And now... Here she was, in the middle of a party, wearing a Pull-Up like some sort of baby. Was she that desperate for gold stars?

Certainly not... Felicity, however, had found her in the cafeteria that evening, and stuck her phone in her face. "Look!" she'd demanded, and, after Savannah had pushed it far enough away from her nose that she could focus on it, she'd been shocked at what she saw. 

"That's your grade?" she'd asked, a pit forming in her stomach as her friend nodded proudly.

It was possible it had nothing to do with the study group at all... Felicity could have studied outside of that, or gotten lucky, or even cheated... Seeing that improvement, though, Savannah knew she couldn't risk missing out... And that meant doing her homework. The Pull-Ups had sat hidden in the corner of her dresser since she'd brought them back, but after that, she'd gone to get one, reluctantly changing out of her underwear into it...

And, almost as if it had been waiting, her phone began to light up with invitations to this party, people begging her to come, telling her that everybody was there, that her social life was never going to recover if she didn't make an appearance. She knew it was an exaggeration, though she also didn't want to miss out... She'd just put her Pull-Up on, however, and she was supposed to wear it for a couple hours, at least. And if she took it off now to try again later... Well, she'd waited long enough to get started that she wasn't sure when she would have time to get all five in.

So, like it or not, she was staying in these training pants. She'd intended to stick around the edge, say hello to everyone, and then duck out. Of course, Flinn had found her, had put a drink in her hand, wanted to start making out... She had to take a sip at the thought of that, of his hand wandering down her back, closer and closer to her backside... 

She should be able to trust him; they were dating, after all. To be honest, though, he was mostly just a fling, just another popular kid who had shown interest in her... Did she trust him not to tell the other popular kids if he found out her secret? If he felt the padding under her skirt?

"Just... Not right now, okay?" she gave him a peck and hurried away, feeling guilty. She probably should have left then, but she ran right into more of her friends, who wanted to hang out with her, who encouraged her to drink some more, until she knew she wasn't going to make it back to her own dorm without having an accident.

She headed for the bathroom at the party, where, unsurprisingly, there was a bit line. She squirmed, nibbling her lip as she stared at it, making the mental calculations, realizing that, most likely, she wouldn't make it anyway... And, who knew? Maybe she'd get some special credit for using her Pull-Ups... She didn't know how Ms. Sophia would know, since there was no way she was going to tell her, but she didn't know how anything at that library worked. If the teacher knew whether or not they wore their trainers for the right amount of time, perhaps she knew if they were used or not.

She wanted to find a dark corner, some privacy, but everywhere she looked, there was somebody she knew, somebody who wanted to talk to her, and whenever she got away from one, there was another, like a never-ending nightmare, until, at last, she had no choice, her bladder threatening to explode. Right there, in the middle of the party, she let go, one of the most popular girls in school peeing her pants like a naughty toddler, up past her bedtime.

The next day, she had convinced herself it wasn't worth it, that it was too nerve-wracking. She was going to tell the other girls that she was dropping out of the study group, because there was no way she was about to go through all that again...

Until she heard a beep from her phone, notifying her that her last assignment had been graded. Nervously, she unlocked her phone, tapped on the notification... And let out a quiet, "Oh, crap." Not because her grade was bad... Quite the opposite. Because she knew this meant she had no choice but to continue.

She had no idea how it worked, but there was no arguing that it had... She hadn't done any extra work, even though she should have. She'd done her best to act nonchalant about it with Felicity and Kaydence, however, she was holding onto her scholarship by her fingertips... And, if the study group could help her this much, then she wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. All she had to do was participate, no matter how silly and childish it all seemed...

And it definitely was that. She was cutting it close, wearing her final Pull-Up to the library, but, thankfully, Ms. Sophia didn't seem to mind, telling them all that they'd done a wonderful job with their homework... And producing a trio of baby bottles from her desk. "Today's assignment is nice and easy," she smiled. 

Savannah wrinkled her nose, staring at the bottles. "I-I don't know about..." she protested.

Felicity, of course, took her bottle with no hesitation, starting to suck away at the nipple. "It's good!" she burbled from behind it.

"Come on, dear," Ms. Sophia told Savannah. "It's good for you."

"I'm fine," Savannah insisted. She watched her diet, she worked out... She didn't need some bottle of milk to be good for her.

"Savannah," Ms. Sophia gave her a serious look. "Do you want to earn your gold star for the day or not?"

Savannah blushed, fidgeting, then nodded, taking the bottle. It tasted strange, somehow, slightly sweet, perhaps a little thicker than usual... And, almost immediately, as it began to fill her tummy, Savannah felt her eyelids begin to droop.

Obediently, she drank, watching nervously as Ms. Sophia bustled around the classroom, laying out mats on the floor. She stayed quiet until she saw the diapers that the woman set on top of each. "Wh-What are those for?!" she squeaked.

"You're all going to take a nice nap when you're done with your bottles," Ms. Sophia informed her. "It's a perfect way to promote healthy minds."

"But why the diapers?" Savannah whined.

Ms. Sophia winked. "Just in case!" was all she'd say, and all Kaydence and Felicity appeared to need. Savannah was pretty drowsy by the end of her bottle, so she didn't protest too much as Ms. Sophia came to her, started to unbutton her jeans. "Oh, I see why you didn't want a change," she told Savannah quietly, the girl looking to her study-mates, glad to see they were already asleep, and couldn't see that her Pull-Up was damp. "Don't worry, I'll get you all cleaned up..."

"I don't need a diaper," Savannah sniffed, Ms. Sophia showing no sign that she believed her. She certainly didn't stop changing the girl, tearing off her used trainers, wiping her dry, helping her onto the waiting diaper. "A-And I don't need a nap," she added for good measure.

The next thing she knew, she was waking up, proving the latter untrue... One wiggle of her backside did the same for the former, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as she felt the soggy padding around her, and realized she had soaked her diaper without meaning to, in her sleep.

"Good girls," Ms. Sophia praised them all. "Gold stars all around!"

Savannah blushed, not wanting to earn a sticker for wetting the bed... But, if this was what she needed to do to keep her grades up, she supposed she didn't have a choice. Just like she had no choice when Ms. Sophia presented them with more Pull-Ups, as another round of homework.

"Again?!" Savannah pouted.

"Homework is very important," Ms. Sophia told her. "If you don't want to participate, you're free to leave the study group."

Savannah sighed, wondering if the woman knew, somehow, that she wasn't going to call her bluff, that she would, however reluctantly, take the trainers. Before she wore them, though, she had one thing she had to take care of... 

It had been fun with Flinn, and maybe things could have gone further between them, with time... And yet, she had a feeling this was going to be far from the last time she wound up with this sort of homework, and she couldn't risk him finding out.

"I'm sorry," she told him. "I just don't think it's going to work out between us..."

"Is there somebody else?" he demanded, and Savannah, very truthfully, shook her head. 

There wasn't... She wasn't breaking up with him for another guy; she was breaking up with him so she could wear her Pull-Ups in peace. It was hard to imagine a more humiliating scenario... Except, of course, for her not breaking up with him, and him discovering her trainers and telling all their friends... Or her not 'doing her homework' and getting kicked out of school when she lost her scholarship.

It was only for a little while, she told herself. She'd get her grades back up to where she was in no danger, and then she could go back to her old life. For now, however, she had to hurry back to her room and slip into some training pants, because she had a lot to go through before her next session with the study group.