Published: June 15th 2023, 2:29:47 am
Gym class was an interesting experience to say the least.
"Oh, gosh, thith ith gonna be bad," said Derek as he stood there in the lineup at waiting for gym class to start. Sports were what he had excelled at before he was turned into a diaper dork; he should have felt right at home in the gym. Instead, his knobbly knees were shaking so hard they were knocking into each other as he looked around at all his classmates.
Derek was extremely self conscious because he knew that his gym shorts did nothing to hide his diaper, what with how they were bulging out. His shirt was tucked into his shorts, only making his puffy butt more obvious, though he didn't dare untuck it. He looked around the gym to see that a good chunk of the class looked just a ridiculous. Dorkster and his fellow ex-nerds had seen to it that every dorkified diaper dork was dressed with their gym shorts hiked up and their gym shirts tucked in for maximum dorkitude.
"Alright, everyone, listen up!" said Coach Crusher, blowing his big whistle. "I said quiet! Today is basketball day, so we're gonna start with line-ups and shots, then dribbling, and finally play a game. I want a line up at each of the four hoops, so hop to it!"
The coach counted each student one through four and they ran to their corresponding basket, or waddled, in the case of Derek and his ex-bully buds.
"Good luck, crinklebutt," said Dorkster, grinning as he made a basket while facing away from the hoop, with an impossible over the shoulder shot. He smirked, dusting his hands as he walked to the back of the line while the ball went in hitting nothing but net.
Derek's eyes bugged out at Dorkster's impossible display of skill. He hadn't made a basket in his life and here he was outdoing even the most skilled of players. It was just his luck to be stuck with this guy for gym class. He gulped as he took the ball in his hands.
"Gee willigers, Derek. You can do thith. It'th elementary!" Derek cringed at his own pep talk. When had his vocabulary become so cringe? No matter. He was going to make this shot. He lined up to the basket, pushed up his glasses, and hefted the ball up. He pushed it into the air to let it sail, but just as the ball was about to leave his fingers, he felt a pair of hands grab either end of his shorts and pull downward, completely throwing him off balance.
"Don't drop your diapers, Dorkrek!" called Dorkster, as he pantsed his former bully. Derek looked down in horror to see his Micheal Mouse diapers exposed for all to see, totally distracting him from the shot, which bounced off of the wall only to hit him in the head, sending his glasses flying and landing him on his poofy butt.
The whole gym laughed, and as Derek stood up, rubbing his head in a daze, the laughter only increased as someone yelled out.
"Look! Dorkrek is wetting his diaper!"
"Huh?" said Derek, looking down between his legs. Even with his blurry vision, he could see the yellow spot growing and growing, and he felt the diaper beginning to sag toward his knees. "Golly!"
He crossed his legs and covered the front of his diaper as best he could, trying to run off but only tripping over his own shorts in the process, which led to more laughter. The class was in stitches, and the coach's frantic whistle blowing was doing nothing to calm everyone down.
"Come on," said the coach, pulling up Derek's shorts and grabbing him by the elbow. He handed Derek his glasses and led him over to a taller girl. "Okay,Cory. Can you take Derek here to the nurse's office? He needs a change. Tell her he needs to go to an alternative class as I don't think he's ready for gym yet. She'll know where to put him."
"You got it, coach! Come on, buddy," said Corey.
The sporty girl, full of confidence, took Derek's hand and was off to the nurse's office faster than Derek could keep up, leaving him stumbling as she rushed him down the hall.