The Taming of Morgan - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Morgan looked up, pulled out of her thoughts by the professor's voice. She squirmed, mess squelching between her legs as her nose twitched, the pungent scent of her accident now quite evident, at least to her... She could only hope that the other students were seated far enough away not to be able to tell, though the idea that they might be smelling her caused her to fidget more, spreading the contents of her diaper even further.

"Y-Yes!" Morgan nodded, wanting nothing more than for her teacher to just accept that and move on. She really should have known better...

"Could you stand up and tell the class the last thing I said, then?" he asked. "Or anything I've said this entire period?" Morgan would have sunk down in her chair, if she dared to move. "I moved you up here so you'd pay attention, but you look even more spaced out here than you did in your usual seat. I'm not sure what else I can do... Would you like to be at the front of the class with me? Would that be close enough for you to actually listen to me?"

Morgan shook her head, quivering at the thought of standing in front of everyone, worrying constantly that her full diaper was sagging below the hem of her tiny skirt so that everyone could see it, or that her teacher would take a step too close to her, and sniff... She usually loved being the center of attention; not like this, though.

"We're going to have a little talk after class," the teacher informed her. 

"B-But..." Morgan protested, eyes widening. Practice was coming up after this class, and she needed what free time she had before that to go beg for a change... Or else, she might not get one. As humiliating as it was, sitting here in class in a messy diaper, going to practice in one would be far worse.

"Go stand in the corner," he ordered. Morgan just stared at him for a long moment, not fully able to comprehend what she was being told to do. "If you aren't paying attention, there's no need for you to be at your desk, is there?" Morgan stayed seated, planning to refuse, until he took another step towards her.

She knew he couldn't really do anything, yet her heart still started to race. She hopped to her feet, cheeks burning as she started to scurry over to the corner, feeling like a naughty little girl instead of the college girl that she was. She stopped after a few steps, turning to grab for her water bottle.

"Leave it," the professor said. "You don't need anything. You're just going to be standing there, nose in the corner... Maybe the lack of distractions will help you concentrate."

Morgan groaned, eyeing the half-full bottle that was supposed to be drained by the end of class. Maybe she'd have time while the teacher was telling her whatever he needed to... She could only hope. She trudged to the corner of the room, every step forcing another bead of sweat out of her as she tugged at her skirt, having no clue how much it was covering from the rear... It couldn't be much, if any, meaning she was going to have to stay very still if she wanted to keep her secret.

Thankfully, by the time she reached the corner, and was preparing herself to be stuck there, the professor was announcing, "Oh, look at that. Time to go. You can all thank Ms. Porter later for wasting so much of our time today. Class dismissed... Except for you."

Morgan turned to see the professor glaring at her. She chose to stay in the corner, watching and waiting for her classmates to dissipate... She wanted to get this meeting over with as soon as possible, but she also wanted to stay as far away from everyone else as she could, in the state she was in.

The teacher wasn't hurrying anyone along, nonchalantly walking to his laptop and clicking on some things, then waiting as well. Once the last student had filed out, he turned on his projector, blasting an image of his desktop against the wall. Morgan walked back towards her desk, though she couldn't quite get up the courage to sit back down. 

She could see he had his e-mail program pulled up, and in it, the message she'd sent him a couple nights earlier, with the big paper for this class, worth almost half of her overall grade, attached. "Do you think this is funny?" he asked her.

"Huh?" The question took her by surprise; she wasn't even certain what he was talking about.

"You've never been the most attentive student in this class; I was willing to overlook that... Your grades haven't been impressive, either, yet you were scraping by. But this?" He clicked on the attachment, the paper Morgan had worked so hard on... And, to her horror, what came up was a photo of a piece of construction paper with some words and pictures scrawled crudely on it in crayon. She recognized them instantly as 'homework assignments' she was given to do every night before she could work on her real homework... But she'd never have sent that to him! He clicked to bring up the next page, which was more of the same, as was the next, and the next...

"I-I didn't do that!" Morgan insisted. "I don't know how that got attached to that e-mail, but I have my real paper here!" She unzipped her backpack, digging through it frantically until she found the folder she'd put the paper in. She grabbed for it, yanking it out, only for her professor to snatch it out of her hands. Morgan gasped, trying to squirm away, not realizing he was so close... Anxiously, she tried to zip her backpack up again before he could see the spare diaper inside, or the pacifier, or baby powder, or the other humiliating items that had been packed into the bag for her that morning, but her things were so jumbled from her search, the zipper kept stopping, getting stuck...

"Very funny," he shook his head, dropping the folder on the ground in front of Morgan, letting her see that, instead of the carefully typed paper she was sure she'd put into the folder, it was the same construction paper that she'd just seen photos of a moment ago. "Obviously, you get an F. With the rest of your scores in this class, it would take a miracle for you to pass... But clearly, you don't care, do you?"

"Yes, I do!" Morgan gulped, staring down at the folder that made it seem like she didn't. "I just..."

"No, I don't want to hear it. You're past the drop date for this class, and I refuse to put up with your childish antics anymore... So, you have a choice. You can either stop coming to class and fail automatically; you can hope you get all A's from here on out, because if you get below that on anything else this semester, or miss another class, you'll fail; or come to every class from now on, and I'll give you a C- for the course."

Morgan looked at him, confused. "O-Okay..." she nodded, having expected something much worse. "I can come to class..."

"I'm sure you can," he said. "But you won't be sitting with the rest of the class." He walked over to the small closet in his classroom, pulling something out. He walked to the corner he'd sent Morgan to earlier, setting the thing he'd taken from the closet down, then putting something else on top of it. "This will be your new seat for the rest of the semester. Come try it out."

Morgan swallowed hard, walking back to the corner. Being told to stand there was bad enough, but this... "I-I'll work really hard, I swear..." she promised.

"You'll have to. This offer is one time only, and being anything other than perfect for the rest of this class will land you with a D, or worse." He lifted the object off the seat, patting it. "Sit down."

"I have a real paper, I swear, I can e-mail it to you tonight..." Morgan begged.

"The deadline for submission was midnight," he reminded her. "No exceptions. Even if you did have something else to show me, I couldn't accept it."

She sighed, staring at the stool he'd brought out. Did she really have a choice? She tried to hop onto it, but it was even taller than it looked, forcing her to use one of the bottom rungs on the legs to get herself onto it, which meant her feet didn't touch the ground, keeping her from being able to keep some of her weight on them - it all went to her backside, and the thick, filthy diaper wrapped around it, being pressed firmly into the hard, unyielding seat. He reached up, setting the other thing he'd brought out of the closet right on her head; she couldn't see it now, but she knew that it was a dunce cap.

"If you're going to act like a child during my class, I'm more than happy to treat you like one," he told her. "Maybe this will teach you to be more respectful to your education, and your teachers."

"Y-Yes, sir," she nodded - what else could she do? Her GPA couldn't survive totally failing this class.

"Good," he said. "Now, get out of here."

She was all too happy to clumsily hop down out of the chair and pull the hat off, grabbing her things and heading for the door, sucking at her water bottle as she went. She might still have time to finish it off... Maybe she could even get a change before...

But, as soon as Morgan opened the classroom door, there Sierra was, waiting. "Not now," Morgan sniffed, trying to push past the other girl. "I'm not in the mood..."

Morgan had always underestimated Sierra. Of the girls on the cheerleading squad, Sierra was the closest to Morgan's height, at only an inch shorter than her, yet between her baby face and her shy personality, Morgan always thought of her as one of the smallest, the least threatening to her position.

"I bet somebody's just cranky because she needs a change," Sierra teased, grabbing Morgan's wrist. "Or do you just need a snack?" Her other hand snatched the water bottle from Morgan's hand, shaking her head. "I bet you are, since you didn't finish your drink like you were supposed to... What a naughty girl!" 

The hand on Morgan's wrist quickly snapped over to her waistband, yanking the rear of the girl's skirt, and the diaper beneath it, open. "Wow... Yeah, you definitely need a change, too!" she announced, far louder than Morgan would have liked. Morgan could only hope that her teacher had moved quickly away from the door... Otherwise, he'd be getting quite the show.

"Stop it!" she whined, trying to squirm away while Sierra flipped open the water bottle, then proceeded to pour the rest of the contents of it into the open diaper. Morgan whimpered, feeling the wetness flowing through her diaper as she stood there, humiliated, until the liquid finally ran out and Sierra let Morgan's clothes snap back into place.

"Can I please get a change before practice?" Morgan begged, fidgeting and wincing as Sierra patted the rear of her diaper. "L-Look, I still have one!" She still hadn't zipped her backpack all the way up, so it was easy to pull it out just enough for the girl to see the number and signature Sharpied onto the front. All her diapers had that, to make sure she didn't change on her own.

"No time," Sierra brushed off the request. "Maybe you shouldn't have spent so long flirting with your teacher."

"I wasn't!" Morgan snapped. "It wasn't my fault! You..." She was stopped by a spoonful of something being shoved into her mouth. At first, it seemed smooth, and slightly sour, just yogurt, but as she swallowed it, she began to notice another taste, one far worse, making her wrinkle her nose and nearly spit it out. Sure enough, when she looked over at the package of yogurt Sierra was holding, she could see that it was prune flavored.

"Gross!" Morgan shuddered, before shaking her head and getting back to the matter at hand. "Listen, this has gone too far! This whole thing is ridiculous, but you can't interfere with my grades... No!" She scowled as Sierra tried to push another spoonful of yogurt into her mouth, pushing the girl's hand away as she stomped her foot. "I am trying to have a serious conversation!"

"You'd be better off eating your snack so you'll be done by practice time," Sierra told her, shoving the spoon back into Morgan's frowning mouth. "Since you didn't finish your drink, I have a second for you... If you keep being a brat, I can find a third, too. And, seeing as you don't want my help..." She pulled the now empty spoon out of Morgan's mouth, wiping it on the other girl's skirt before dropping it into her bag. "You can just eat it on your own."

She shoved the cup of yogurt into Morgan's hand. Morgan stared down at the white goop, flecked with purple. "B-But, how am I supposed to..?"

"You'll just have to use your fingers and your tongue," Sierra shrugged. "You've lost the right to your spoon. And you'd better get all of it, young lady. Now, let's go!" She tucked Morgan's water bottle into her bag, then began escorting her through the building, towards practice. Morgan looked down at the yogurt again, shaking her head.

"No!" she declared defiantly. "This is..."

She froze as she felt her skirt being flipped up, right in the middle of the hall, revealing the back of her bulging, stinky diaper to anyone behind her. "Another words, and I'll put you over my knee right here, right now," Sierra hissed at her. "Now eat."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Morgan whimpered. Sierra didn't lower her skirt until she reached into the container with her bare hands, grabbing as much of the stuff as she could and bringing it up to her mouth. She could feel it dripping onto her shirt, pushing out the sides of her mouth as she forced herself to eat it; she had a feeling that was part of the point. It was impossible to eat it carefully without some kind of utensil, and once they started walking again, it only got worse. She had no doubt she looked - and she certainly felt - like a toddler trying to feed herself.

"No," Sierra said as Morgan tried to hand her the first yogurt cup back. "I told you, I want it totally empty. Finish it."

Morgan scowled down at the container... For using her hands, she thought she'd done a pretty good job... Then she remembered that Sierra had told her to use her tongue, too. She blushed, realizing she was going to have to stick her already messy face into it and lick it clean before getting her second helping...

She groaned as she pressed her face into the plastic cup, feeling the white ooze smearing onto her cheeks and her nose as she desperately worked to get it all down, trying to ignore the stares she felt from the other students watching her pig out.

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"Another snack?" Morgan scoffed as she walked into the locker room to see Sierra munching away on a granola bar. "Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"Morgan..." Tatiana walked up to her, but Morgan brushed past her. 

Sierra did her best to ignore Morgan as the head cheerleader stalked up to her, pretending - badly - that she wasn't nervous. "I'm hungry," she said defensively. 

"Aren't you always?" Morgan chuckled at herself, looking around with a smirk, expecting the other cheerleaders to be laughing with her. They weren't, but that only spurred her forward. "Don't you want to be on the squad?"

"You can't kick me off for gaining weight..." Sierra mumbled. "I looked at the rules..."

Morgan smirked, unable to miss the way the other girl was avoiding looking her in the eye. She reached out one finger, lifting Sierra's chin upwards. "I can't kick you out, no... But I don't have to let you on the field. If you don't do something about this..." she poked Sierra in the stomach, "you'll spend the rest of your time as a cheerleader right here, with your precious snacks."

"You can't do that!" Sierra gasped, leaping to her feet. "I work just as hard as anyone else, and..."

"Maybe if you worked harder, this wouldn't be a problem," Morgan shrugged dismissively.

"I haven't gained that much!" Sierra's cheeks darkened. 

"If you say so," Morgan snorted. "Part of your job is to keep people watching the games by looking cute in your uniform, not make them want to run away. It's up to you." She peeked into Sierra's locker, quickly spotting the box of granola bars. "I'm sure the new girls would love to take your place, so eat up." She tossed a handful of bars at Sierra, walking back past her and out the door.

"Morgan, that was way too harsh!" Tatiana rushed after her. "She's one of your most experienced girls, you need..."

"I don't need her," Morgan cut her off. "And I'm not so sure I need someone who's just going to question everything I do, either."

"Well, maybe somebody should..."

"And you think that should be you?" Morgan stopped walking, turning to her supposed friend. "What do you know? You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me!"

Tati flinched as if Morgan had just slapped her. "I just..."

"Whatever," Morgan shook her head. "It was time to cut some dead weight off the squad, anyway. I hope you and your bestie Sierra have fun hanging out in the locker room together."

Morgan walked away, leaving Tatiana standing there in shock for a few moments. Was she serious..? There was a time when Tatiana would have been able to tell right away, but now, she wasn't so sure. It was like she didn't even know Morgan anymore... And she wasn't so sure she wanted to.

She stood in the hall for a few moments, unsure of what she should do, before finally turning to head back to the locker room. Even though it wasn't her job to clean up after Morgan, and she honestly wasn't sure if the girl even felt bad for what she'd said, Tati still wanted to apologize to Sierra. She was already gone, though, along with most of the other girls. 

Tatiana wasn't sure that going after her right away was the best idea, so instead, she headed somewhere else. She'd found the dorm room number a few days ago, and meant to go there... However, she hadn't built up the courage to do so until now. She hadn't spent much time in this dorm, but, unfortunately, she knew right away when she'd found the right door, seeing as it had been 'decorated' with garlands clearly made for a baby shower - paper pacifiers, bottles, and more dangling from a string - and greeting cards congratulating the reader on their new baby taped to it, and all around it.

Tatiana almost couldn't bring herself to knock; when the door was opened, just a crack, Maura, on the other side, seemed about as happy about seeing her. "Go away," she squeaked, blushing brightly as she shut the door quickly. "Haven't you done enough?!"

"I'm sorry!" Tatiana exclaimed. "I swear, I tried to tell her not to post it, and to take it down, but she just won't listen to me anymore..."

"Yeah, right," Maura sniffed through the door. "I'm not stupid! She just sent you to try to get some more footage. She probably wants you to dig through my underwear drawer."

"I don't care what she wants!" Tatiana said, a little surprised to realize that was true. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for what happened... But I had nothing to do with it. I don't know what's gotten into her lately; it's like she's gone mad with power or something. She never should have done that to you, or anyone... She's just completely out of hand, and I don't know what to do..."

Maura was quiet for long enough to make Tati wonder if the girl had bothered to listen to anything she'd said - not that she could blame her if she hadn't - before mumbling quietly, "Somebody out to take her down a peg or two..."

"Maybe you're right," Tatiana admitted. "I hate to say it... But maybe she does need to be taught a lesson..."

To her surprise, the door opened again and Maura peeked out. "Do you really think that?" 

Tatiana sighed, thinking for a long moment before nodding. "She's not the kind of person I'd want to be friends with anymore, and I think that might be the only way to make her see the way she's acting, and maybe get the old Morgan back..."

Maura watched her closely, as if she were waiting for Tati to break the act, to say that she was on Morgan's side after all, then nodded as well, opening the door a little wider, inviting her inside. "I have a few ideas about that..."