The Taming of Morgan - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

The first chapter of a story for an anonymous patron.

Morgan groaned as her stomach gurgled - an all too familiar sensation, one that had her squirming uncomfortably in her seat while the teacher droned on at the front of the class. Every movement made her thick diaper crinkle beneath her, its soft padding pressing against her, reminding her of what she was wearing, and what she was about to do.

She could only hope that the tiny skirt she was wearing was long enough that her every, increasingly desperate, movement wasn't showing everyone behind her flashes of the diaper beneath it, but she had a feeling she was doing exactly that. She gasped, pressing her thighs together as tight as they could go, pushing the bulky padding tighter between them while she did her best to maintain composure, and control. Her legs were starting to sweat from her exertion, making them slide across the slick plastic of her diaper, which made it harder to maintain pressure where she needed it.

The length - or lack thereof - of her skirts had never bothered her before... In fact, she'd enjoyed pushing the limits, leaving the boys - or even the other girls - waiting to see if they were going to get a peek of her large, firm ass, or the tiny, skimpy panties she wore on it as she strode confidently by them. Now, every step was small, timid, terrified that her skirt might move the wrong way and let everyone see the smooth, thick, childish diaper beneath. 

She heard her phone buzz inside her purse; she let out a sigh, probably much louder than it needed to be. She knew exactly what text message she'd just gotten... She looked over at her water bottle, still mostly full. She was supposed to finish it before the end of class, and that was coming up... On one hand, that was good - maybe she could hold it until the professor let them go, race to the bathroom... Then again, if anyone found out she'd done that without permission, she'd be in big trouble. 

On the other hand, it meant she was running out of time to finish drinking. She used to always have some kind of protein shake, or diet shake, in her water bottle, something to help her keep up her energy, or maintain her great body. Now, when she picked up the bottle with shaking hands and lifted it to her mouth, it had an awful, artificial orange taste, and seemed somehow thicker than any of her shakes had ever been, and much grittier. She knew it was full of fiber supplement, and likely some other things, but she had no choice but to drink it, and try not to think about her already far too full stomach, and how this was only making it worse. She swallowed it as quickly as she could, trying not to taste, or think about, it, some of the liquid sloshing out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin, making its way down her neck and dripping into the cleavage of her large, perky breasts.

"I'm sorry, am I boring you?"

Morgan looked up, gulping as she saw that her professor was staring straight at her. She gulped, realizing that he must have heard her sigh and thought that it was a comment on his lesson... "N-No, I..." she stopped, grunting as she felt her stomach contract inside her; to her horror, she felt something thick, warm, and mushy starting to ooze its way into her diaper. Sweating even more now, she pushed her backside hard into the seat of her chair, trying to stop herself, even though the action spread the mess that had already escaped across her bottom.

"What was that?" her professor asked sternly, taking a step towards her. Normally, none of her teachers intimidated Morgan at all - she was younger, hotter, and, she was sure, smarter than all of them. She was a cheerleader... Not just that, she was the head cheerleader. She ruled this school. But now, sitting there, in an already mucky diaper, fighting not to mess it even more, she couldn't help shrinking back in her seat a little. Her cheeks darkened as the movement caused another small rush of poop to escape into her diaper, forcing her to sit back up as straight and still as she could.

"N-Nothing," she shook her head meekly. "I'm listening!"

"Are you?" the professor raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you enlighten the rest of the class, then? What were we discussing?"

Morgan's mouth went dry as she looked down at her open textbook in a panic. Was she even on the right page?! She'd been so busy, wriggling in her seat and fighting to contain her bowels, she genuinely had no idea what had been happening in class; she was lucky she remembered which class she was in, at the moment.

"Y-You were, uh, saying that..." she stammered.

"Stand up so the whole class can hear you easier," the professor urged.

Morgan's face went pale. There was no way she could stand up right now, not without... "I-I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I wasn't paying attention."

The professor looked a bit surprised. "Thank you for admitting it, at least," he said. "Why don't you move up here?" he suggested, gesturing to an empty chair at the front of the classroom. "Maybe that will help you stay focused."

Morgan's eyes widened as she looked at the chair, only a few rows ahead of her, yet seeming miles away. "I-I'll do better here," she promised.

"Can you tell me a single thing I've said today?" he asked simply. At the moment, Morgan couldn't, so she sighed, flicking a sweat-drenched strand of red hair out of her face as she looked up at the man, hoping for some hint of mercy in his face. There was none.

Her legs were shaking as she forced herself to stand, tensing every muscle in the lower half of her body while she lifted her bottom off the chair. She let out a sigh of relief when nothing happened, then quickly gathered up her backpack, her textbook, her notes, her water bottle, and began making her way to the front of the class.

She got about halfway there when it happened. A muffled fart reverberated through her diaper, urging her to pick up her pace, heart pounding, sure she could hear the students around her giggling. She made it two more steps before she froze, bending forward slightly as a wave of hot mush began to explode into her diaper, quickly filling the empty space in the garment before starting to force it to balloon outward. 

She grunted angrily, forcing her muscles to obey her, hoping that nobody around her knew what she was doing - even as she wondered how they possibly couldn't. She managed after a long moment to start moving again, but it was all she could do to shuffle her feet, shifting her weight and feeling her already full diaper squelch and squish with every movement.

It wasn't until then that she realized that, in her panic and horror, she'd dropped her things, her bag and books in a pile, her water bottle spilling orange flavored water around her feet.

"Are you going to clean that up?" the professor asked, sounding annoyed.

Morgan's stomach rumbled, warning her that she wasn't done yet. "I-I just... I..."

The professor sighed, grabbing a handful of paper towels from his desk and walking over to her, shoving them at her. Morgan blushed, trying to will him to step away quickly, not wanting him to smell her accident. "Get to work," he ordered, nodding down at the floor. "We're waiting on you."

She winced, forcing herself to kneel down as carefully as she could, wrinkling her nose as the mass in her diaper shifted yet again. She quickly turned her water bottle upright and gathered her books, then started mopping up water with the paper towels, keeping her body as upright and stiff as she could, sure she could feel the eyes of every other student in the room on her, as well as hear some snickering, and muffled laughter.

She was doing all right until she had to stand back up. She shoved her notebook and textbook into her backpack to have a few less things to carry, but between that, her water bottle, and a handful of paper towels, it was still too much. She was a cheerleader, an athlete, surely just standing up wasn't that difficult... Except when she was trying to keep her muscles tensed to avoid loading her diaper even further. She wished she had a third hand, something to help push herself up... Maybe that would be enough to pull this off...

"Are you going to stay down there all day?" the professor asked snarkily.

She was just going to have to risk it. She sprang up, as quickly as she could, hoping she could be fast enough... Unfortunately, she hadn't done a good enough job on her clean-up. Her foot slipped, and she crashed back down to her knees before she was even all the way up, and as her body hit the floor with a jolt, she felt the last of her control vanish. Her already full diaper expanded even further as she groaned and grunted, filling it to the brim, feeling her face growing red from exertion, and from the humiliation of hoping that, somehow, the people watching her wouldn't figure out what she was doing.

She was almost in tears as she climbed to her feet, once it was all over, trudging to the empty desk and setting her things on it before going to the trash can and throwing away the paper towels. Every step, she could feel the heavy diaper sagging and shifting between her legs, and she could only pray that her accident hadn't made it so big that it could be seen under her skirt.

"C-Can I go..?" she asked the professor after going to her new seat, hoping she could go get a change right away.

"After all that, you aren't going anywhere until this class is over," he told her. "Now sit down and listen."

"B-But..." she whined. Did he know what she'd just done?! She wasn't sure which way would be worse... If he didn't know, she still had to sit in her messy diaper, and hope that, as he paced across the front of the classroom while he lectured, he didn't smell her and put two and two together... If he did, then he was making her do this on purpose, and might even be getting some kind of strange satisfaction out of watching her suffer.

"Sit down," he said sternly.

She should have fought more, or just walked out... She should have done something. Instead, she lowered herself into the seat as carefully as she could, but there was no good way to do it. She nearly gagged as she felt her bottom sink into the soft, squishy mass in her pants, spreading it out even further, sure that, now, it was covering every inch of her backside. She was so humiliated, she couldn't think about anything else for a moment as she squirmed, trying in vain to find a comfortable spot, the movement only worsening the issue. She had no doubt the other students were laughing at her, but she was too preoccupied at the moment to even hear them.

How had it come to this? She shook her head, instantly distracting herself from the professor again as he started the lesson back up. She was young, hot, popular... She was the head cheerleader, damn it! How had she ended up like this, a timid little schoolgirl, all but helpless to stop herself from messing her diaper in the middle of class? 

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"Oh, my God," Morgan didn't even bother trying to hide her giggle-fit as she turned to her second in command, Tatiana. "Pinch me, this is just too perfect..."

"Come on, she might be good," Tati shifted in her seat uncomfortably, turning away from Morgan to smile welcomingly at the new girl. "Hi, there. Are you ready? No questions about the routine you learned?"

"Yeah," the girl nodded excitedly.

"Hold on," Morgan raised a finger, setting down her protein drink and pulling her cell phone out of her pocket. "Sorry, just got a text... Okay, go ahead." 

But, of course, that wasn't true. Instead, as she pretended to type out a response, she pulled up her camera, then began recording a video, sure that it would be entertaining. The girl was a scrawny brunette, likely only a couple inches shorter than Morgan five foot nine inches, but the awkward, anxious way she'd walked into the room and held herself made her seem much shorter to Morgan. She was wearing thick glasses, along with a baggy t-shirt, one that did nothing for her chest, which Morgan assumed wasn't particularly impressive to begin with, and a skirt - the latter was probably the one that amused Morgan the most. How oblivious was this girl? She probably just knew that cheerleaders wore skirts to perform, and assumed that was what they always wore...

"Nice work," Tatiana told her. "Why do you want to be a cheerleader..?"

"Oh, it's Maura, sorry!" the girl blushed, stepping forward to the table Morgan and Tatiana were seated at, then nervously holding out her hand for a moment. Both of the other girls stared at it blankly for a second; Tati actually shook it after that, but Morgan was too amused watching back the video to bother. "I just transferred here, and I thought it would be a good way to make friends, and..."

"Do you have any experience?" Morgan spoke up.

Maura looked down at her feet as one of her sneaker-clad toes began to dig into the floor beneath her. "Well, no, but I watched the routine, and it seemed pretty easy..." Her head shot up and she blushed. "N-Not to say that I think this is something easy to do, I just..."

"Okay," Morgan brushed off the explanation. It might have been funny, but she'd seen something better in her footage. "Enough chit-chat. Try the routine again."

Maura's eyes widened slightly. Morgan had little doubt that this was a nerd, someone used to understanding things right away and being good at them - at least, when it came to mental tasks. "I-Is there something specific I should work on?"

"Yes!" Morgan could hardly believe her luck. "The high kicks... They just aren't high enough. In fact, take it from right before there."

"I can do that!" Maura nodded, looking determined, ready and willing to please, with apparently no idea why Morgan was actually asking her to do it. She zoomed in her camera and began recording again, having to work hard not to burst out laughing as her suspicion was confirmed. 

Tati noticed... Of course she did. She'd been Morgan's best friend for years, and she knew the girl better than almost anyone. Some of the other girls on the cheerleading squad said that was the only reason Tatiana had gotten in, and they might not have been too wrong about that. She leaned over to see what Morgan was doing, then shook her head, obviously much less amused.

"Do it again!" Morgan ordered.

"No, that's fine..." Tatiana started to say.

"Do it again," Morgan repeated, glaring at her friend. "I need to make sure you can really pull this off." 

"From the same spot?" Maura asked, with no idea why the two were arguing.

"Yes, and give me the highest kick you can," Morgan urged. Maura nodded and started again, giving it her all to lead up into the move. She kicked her leg up as high as she could, hopping slightly off the ground... Then she landed, slipped, and fell right onto her ass, gasping as the air was knocked out of her.

Morgan couldn't stop herself this time, laughing out loud as Tati hurried out from behind the table to help the girl up, grabbing her glasses where they'd fallen off and handing them to Maura. "I-I'm sorry!" Maura said. "I can try it again! That's never happened before, I swear!"

"I think I've seen all I need to," Morgan told her. "Thank you so much for trying out."

"B-But, I could..." Maura stammered.

"Bye-bye now," Morgan waved her off. Tatiana opened her mouth, but Morgan cut her off before she could try to defend the girl. "We're done. We'll let you know if you make the squad."

Tatiana escorted the girl out of the room, then turned and headed back to the table. "You know, she really wasn't all that bad..."

"Yeah, whatever," Morgan rolled her eyes. 

"No, really, look back at your video. It might take a little training, but I think she could..."

"She is not joining my team," Morgan said. "We'd be the laughing stock of the school if we let her on."

"And why is that?" Tati asked apprehensively. 

"Because of this," Morgan held her phone out, smirking as she played the video she'd hastily stitched together of Maura shakily, but enthusiastically, doing the routine, then doing the high kick once, twice, and then three times - all of her attempts edited in one after the other - each time, showing a little more of the white panties ringed in pink she was wearing under her skirt. The first time, you could just barely make out some picture on the front, then the second, it was enough to recognize, and the third, just before the girl fell over and the video ended with a big, red "Fail", you could see the whole thing, helped along by a zoom in of the image.

"You can't show that to people!" Tatiana insisted, blushing in sympathetic humiliation for Maura.

"I can do whatever I want," Morgan stood, glaring down at Tatiana, making sure to emphasize the four inches of height she had over the other girl. "I am the head cheerleader, and I make the decisions... I didn't even have to let you sit in on the try-outs." She stared down at Tati for a long moment, then laughed, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Besides, did you see those?" She slid the video back a few seconds, the Maura on the screen hopping back up off the floor and into the air, leg high and skirt flying. Her panties were in full view, making it obvious that the picture on the front was Princess Sofia, raising her wand high... And, above her head, the word "Tuesday" was printed. They weren't just panties with a character meant for toddlers, they were day of the week panties. "Did she borrow those from her little sister?" Morgan giggled.

"Morgan, it's not funny," Tatiana shook her head. "You can't show that to people!"

"Can't I?" Morgan shrugged. "That's funny, since I already uploaded it to Youtube, and... Oh, there it goes, the upload to Facebook is complete. Looks like I can show it to all kinds of people."

Tatiana's eyes narrowed as Morgan smirked, then the girl turned and stormed away. Morgan watched her go, wondering for a brief moment if she should feel bad, or even take the video down... But Tati always did have too big of a heart, and after she'd just reminded her that she was the boss, she couldn't back down so easily. Besides, she thought to herself, watching the video again and giggling anew, it really was pretty funny. What kind of college student would wear something so childish in public?