Daily Free-Write June 12, 2023: Turned Into a Diaper Dork Pt. 2 (Patreon)

Part 1 

Derek groaned as he was stopped in the hall and the back of his pants were pulled open.

"Slow down, Dorkrek! I gotta check your baby pants for poopies!"

Everyone within earshot began to laugh as the now hulking Dexter bullied the nerdified Dorkrek in a bizarre reveral of roles. It seemed that the boy Derek had once bullied and called Dorkster was now much stronger, and if he was going to do a poopy butt diaper check, he was gonna do a poopy butt diaper check.

"I don't poop my diapers," said Derek, lamely, as Dexter made a big show of checking his pants. Satisfied, Dexter let Derek's pants snap back shut, and patted him on the diapered butt.

"No, but you sure did wet a lot! Better get to the nurse before PE or you might just soak through your shorts!"

Derek stood there with his mouth open, as the big ex-nerd walked off, before his mind mustered up a lame "Did not," in response. Of course, he wasn't fooling anyone as he waddled off to the nurse's office looking like he was hiding a big baloon in his pants.

"Right on time. Wet again?" asked the nurse, as Derek walked in. He was shocked that she knew, since he had no recollection of ever visiting the nurse before. She frowned, when she saw his downcast expression. "What's got you down in the diapers, Derek?"

"I don't wear stupid diapers," Derek said. He knew he was pouting but didn't care. It just wasn't fair! He hated the stupid diapers. He hated his stupid nerdy face, and his wimpy weakling body. He hated the stupid elastic band khaki shorts he wore, and the dumb suspenders attached to them, which were all the more convenient for the nurse as she slid his pants off without even asking and patted the table.

"Jump up for me sweetie. We'll get you changed in a jiff."

It was then that several of Derek's old bully friends walked in.

"Oh my gosh, guys, I can explain!" said Derek, holding up his hands. "...Guys?"

It was his buddies, alright, but it wasn't quite the embarrassing scene you might expect. No, they, too, were all wearing nerdy, dorky clothes and waddling like crazy.

"Oh, my!" said the nurse. "I seem to be popular today! Okay, kiddos. Line up outside the door. You can go after Derek, but give us some privacy for Pete's sake!"

"Yes, Nurse Paddington," they all said, glumly. Derek was dumbfounded as he watched the nurse grab a thick crinkly diaper from a huge stack of fluffy white diapers. The medical room had a wall of diapers, in fact, in the sizes that would fit him and his classmates.

"Now you just relax, kiddo and we'll have you right as rain and ready for gym class!" Derek's eyes bugged out as he looked at the huge puffy diaper.

"You expect me to go to gym class in that?!"

"Of course! What else would you wear?" asked the nurse. "Oh, don't tell me you're still on that 'I don't wear diapers' thing. Honey, you've worn diapers since you've come to this school. Don't you think it's time to stop being such a fuss budget about it?"

"But I- But I- I don't," whined Derek. The nurse gave him a pointed look.

"Tell that to this soggy padding between your legs, young man!" Derek couldn't respond to that. As the nurse stripped the diaper off him, the cold shock of the wipes told him what couldn't be denied - he was stuck in diapers, and had no way of controlling his bladder. And this was all Dorkster's fault.

He was so stuck in his own thoughts, that he barely acknowledged his legs being lifted and his but being placed onto fresh clean padding. So nothing could have prepared him for the shock he got when the nurse shook the baby powder out all over him. He was suddenly hit by that strong familiar baby powder smell, and was immediately hit with memories of the past. His face went bright red as it hit him that he was really being diapered just like a baby, and as if to cement that feeling, when the diaper came up and enclosed them in its softness, he noticed something else that had escaped his notice when the nurse grabbed the diaper before. The taping panel was covered in a repeating pattern of Michael Mouse.

"Now don't you look cute as a button? That ought to last you through gym class," said the nurse, nodding with confidence.

Derek sat up with a crinkle, his heart beating wildly in embarrassment as he looked at himself in the mirror. The motion was accompanied by a loud crinkle and he just knew that everyone in gym class would hear it. This was really bad. Nurse Paddington slid his shorts back on him and put his shoes on and tied them too.

"There ya go, sweetie. Now go run along. I've gotta change all your little friends next!"

Derek didn't even have the voice to squeak out a goodbye, so complete was his embarrassment. He was going to make Dorkster pay for this, of that he was certain.

"Guys," he whispered, stopping by the lineup of pampered pals still waiting outside the nurse's office. "We've gotta do something about this dummy Dorkster. He did this to us, and he can undo it."

"I don't know," said Chad. "I don't wanna get in trouble with mommy and daddy."

"Yeah," said Barry. "And besides, I get winded easily, so we can't beat him up."

"Well, we gotta do something," said Derek, puzzling over the possible solution.

"Why don't we use our heads?" asked Barry.

"That's nerd stuff," said Derek, looking disgusted. Barry snorted and pushed his coke-bottle glasses back on his dorky face.

"We are nerds, now. It's time to beat him at his own game."

"Barry, you're next," said the Nurse popping her head out the door. "And Derek, I thought I told you to get to class. Don't make me tell them to send you to the baby class instead!"

Derek eeped and waddled off to gym class as fast as his spindly legs could carry him. He definitely didn't want to be sent back to the baby class.