The School Project - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

When she woke up the next morning, Jess started her normal routine. She was up at exactly 5am and ready for her morning run at 5:15am. She got back home at 6:15am, all sweaty and hot and jumped into the shower. Once clean and all her products were applied, she put in her contacts, brushed her teeth and did a little poof of makeup on her cheeks.  

Then she started laying out her outfit for the day. She decided on a pair of light blue high waisted jeans, a tight white t-shirt and a loose plaid button-up for over top. Then she went to the kitchen to make breakfast when she saw the package. 

“Oh. Right.” She said, stopping in her tracks when she was reminded. As if all the momentum in her morning had stopped suddenly, she sauntered over to the box and re-checked the schedule. It was a pack A day, and after one last, loud exhaled, she tore open the plastic and pulled out one of the tightly packed diapers.

Jess studied it for a time, twisting and turning it, opening it and smelling it. It was pure white with a blue stripe down the middle. “A wetness indicator” she deducted, “how wonderful.” Noticing she was putting herself behind schedule with her hesitation, she yanked the baby powder from the box and carried it and the diaper into the bathroom with her. There she dropped her pants and panties, and stepped into the diaper. Slowly and meticulously, she pulled the padding over her knees, thighs, then finally positioned it on her hips. It fit perfectly, naturally. They were meant for teens, not babies so the fit was comfortable. 

“I’ll make a note of that” she commented to herself. She figured she might as well take the actual scientific testing part of it seriously, but the overall experience she would still scoff at. With a deep breath, she dumped baby powder down the front and back of the diaper. It poofed up into the air and she coughed, then rubbed the powder around with a hand down her diaper. 

“No teenage girl is going to want to apply baby powder all the time...I’ll make note of that too.”

She stared at herself after washing the powder off her hands. There she stood, a perfectly normal 18 year old girl, ready for a normal day at school after her normal morning routine, wearing a diaper. Completely abnormal. She couldn’t dwell on it any longer. She pulled her pants and panties back up over the padding and looked at her butt to see the damage.

What she found was the diaper didn’t show at all under the denim, but that was when it was dry. She wanted to know how much when wet...soon enough, she figured. 

As her last step of her morning routine commenced, she noticed how easy it was to move around in the padding. ‘It’s almost just like a slightly thicker pair of panties’ she thought while scrambling her eggs. 

Even when she sat down with her cup of coffee to eat her eggs on toast with avocado, she started to forget she was even wearing it. It was...comfortable. Her bliss was cut short however as she noticed the time. Her diapering took about 15 minutes with all the hesitation and powdering and etc. It was now 7:51am and she was going to be late for her 8am class. 

She shoved the food down her throat, swung back her coffee and threw the plate and mug in the sink. Then she grabbed her bag and was out the door and into her car. Jessie always left home at 7:35am so she had enough time to get to school, park, and get to her locker before class started. The car journey was only 10 minutes when she left at 7:35am, but any later and the traffic made it much longer. 

When she finally got through the traffic, parked, got to her locker and to the door of her classroom, she was 20 minutes late. Jessie barged in after running to the class from her locker. The class stopped and looked at her in the doorway, panting and flustered, until the teacher spoke up. 

“Well, Miss Kimbal, how nice of you to join us” he mocked. 

“Sorry, traffic” she mumbled, embarrassed. She hadn’t been late a day in her life. The class resumed and she noticed she hadn’t used the toilet all morning. After the water from her run and the coffee with her breakfast, she was really desperate for a pee.

It was like she finally had a moment to realize how badly she needed it. It was so sudden, but then she also knew she had been feeling it nagging for a while. Only now it was able to be the primary focus, and it was nearing to be too late. 

‘What do I do now?’ she thought ‘I can't ask to go to the bathroom now...I just came in. But to pee in front of all my classmates?’

She started blushing and looked around nervously. Suddenly she felt a small trickle in her padded panties and jolted upright. The guy beside her gave her a weird side look as she stopped the leak, but didn’t give her much attention after that. Her hands were now firmly between her legs, holding on as hard as she could. 

She looked up at the time. It was 8:30am, 20 minutes until class was over. Her chin trembled and she tried her best not to cry. Jessie knew she wasn’t going to make it. 

‘Oh god...screw it...for science’ she thought, and relaxed. 

Piss shot out and flooded her diaper instantly with warm wetness. It pooled in her put as it soaked into the padding, and Jessie was too worried to notice the soft hissing that was audible through her clothing. After about 30 seconds, she was done peeing. The diaper felt noticeably thicker already, but the thickness wasn’t what she was worried about. She was worried about leaks. 

Ever so casually, she looked down at her crotch and spread her legs. She pulled at her legs to see the state of the denim under her butt, and didn’t see anything when-

“Jess! What’s our rule for phones in class?” The teacher shouted out. Jess looked up stunned, everyone was looking at her again. 

“I...wasn’t…” she stumbled.

“Why were you looking down at your crotch then hmm?” he asked. There was soft chuckling from some of the class members. 

“I...sorry..” she hung her head.

“Put it away.” he said, and continued his lecture. Jess rolled her eyes and went to open her backpack to pretend she was putting it away. When she looked inside her bag though, all she could think of was diapers...or rather, the lack of them in her bag. She hadn’t packed a single change.