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Minding Her Own Business

Published: August 26th 2020, 2:01:01 pm

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"Excuse me?" Emily knocked on the door of her professor's office, barely waiting for an answer before barging in. "I need to talk to you."

"Sure," Dr. Harland forced a smile, "come on in." She would have thought she'd be used to the young woman by now, as she was getting near to graduation, but it still hadn't quite happened yet. "What do you need?"

Frantically, the woman thought back through Emily's past few assignments, and her grades of them. Many times, Emily had come in, just like this, to protest a score she thought was a point or two too low, and, to avoid this, Dr. Harland had begun raising them all preemptively so she wouldn't have to fight with her over it. Had she forgotten one? Or were her already-inflated grades still not good enough for the girl?

It wasn't until she saw what Emily was carrying that she realized it might be something else. "What, uh... What do you have there?" she couldn't help smirking, catching a glimpse of the adult diaper and mini-enema in her hand. The girl was rather petite, and she'd heard some of the other teachers describe her as bratty... Those would certainly suit her, though she doubted that was why she was here.

"I was performing an inventory on our supplies for class," Emily told her, not seeming to notice anything off about the professor's expression. "You had me fetch these for our last session, and there haven't been any more since then, so I know exactly how many of each of these are supposed to be there."

Dr. Harland closed her eyes for a moment, sighing, hoping Emily would take the hint. She didn't, of course. "Why, Emily?" she asked. "That isn't your job. I have a TA who keeps track of re-ordering, and..."

"Because I can," Emily interrupted her. "You told me the password for the keypad on the supply room right in front of everyone, and I was walking past and thought I should make certain none of the other students had taken advantage of that."

The teacher had given her the task because, like always, she'd been the first to volunteer, and it got the girl away from her for a few minutes... If she'd known it would lead to an extra meeting with her, she would have chosen someone else, or done it herself. It was too late now. "And?"

"There were some missing!" Emily exclaimed. "I know, because I took an entire pack of these," she gave the diaper a squeeze, "and then one extra from a new pack, and there were only five of these," she indicated the enema, "left after I got them for class. And now, the pack of diapers is half empty, and there were only four enemas!"

"Well, maybe..." Dr. Harland suggested.

"I asked the other professors in the department," Emily continued, "and none of them have been using them."

"Then perhaps one of your classmates decided they needed a little extra practice," Dr. Harland said. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"I considered that," Emily told her, because of course she had. "And then I found..." she reached into the pocket of her scrubs, extracting a Wartenberg wheel. "This was out of place!"

She smiled proudly, as if this was the final piece of the puzzle, the one that should have made everything fall into place. "Okay?" the teacher shrugged. "So someone borrowed that, too."

"I've heard," Emily leaned in conspiratorially, "there are people who don't just use this to test nerve sensitivity... I looked it up, and it can also be used for BDSM stuff. I think, between this, and these," she squeezed the contents of her other arm, "someone is using your supplies in a very inappropriate manner."

Dr. Harland did her best not to roll her eyes. "Sure," she agreed, "that's possible."

Emily's eyes widened, and immediately the older woman regretted her response. "That's it?! Don't you think someone should do something about this?!"

Something about that hit Dr. Harland's ears a little differently; one of her colleagues had said something very similar last year, after Emily had done her best to prove one of her classmates had cheated on one of his tests, telling everyone about it before she had one shred of proof, of which, it turned out, there was none in the first place. And the year before that, Emily had been constantly ratting out underage students she'd seen at parties, students of the opposite gender she'd seen hanging out on the wrong floors of the dorm past curfew...

"You're right," Dr. Harland nodded. "Someone should do something about it."

Emily had been glad to have someone agree with her, although she hadn't been quite sure how she was going to go about this. She tried staking out the supply closet, sitting in there as she studied, trying to hide behind the shelves so she couldn't be seen by anyone peeking in through the window on the door, but, after one of her classmates asked her what she was doing in there, she realized that wasn't working. Clearly, if they'd spotted her, the culprit would, too, and wouldn't do anything. And there wasn't really anywhere in the hallway where she could watch the door without being obvious.

Dr. Harland had been so pleased with her idea, in fact, that she'd set up a regular meeting time, a couple times a week, for progress reports. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to report," Emily had to tell her during the first one. "But all we really have to do is set up a hidden camera in there, and..."

"We don't have the budget for that," the professor replied. "Don't worry, I have complete confidence in you..."

Emily blinked, her head jerking upwards, not realizing she'd been feeling tired until she snapped out of it. "Sorry," she blushed. "Late night..."

"It happens to everyone," Dr. Harland smiled. "I'll see you in class tomorrow."

"But..." Emily frowned, looking up at the clock on the wall, certain their meeting had just begun, but, to her surprise, it was over, and nearly time for her next class. "S-See ya!"

She didn't know where the idea came from, but later that day, she hit on it: the perfect plan. She wasn't going to be able to catch them in the act, but she wouldn't have to if she could get them to confess... And, to do that, she had to find out who it was first. 

She was a little embarrassed, of course, to go out shopping for the supplies she'd need; what choice did she have, though?! She'd be no better than the culprit if she used what was in the supply closet... She went out in her scrubs, hoping that everyone who saw her would know what she was buying wasn't for her if she had those on.

It would have made sense, then, to buy the most plain, medical diapers there, ones like what they stocked in the closet. For whatever reason, however, she found her eyes drawn to another pack, ones that boasted about how thick they were, that were covered in childish designs... Those genuinely looked like something a kid would wear, she thought to herself, cheeks burning. And yet...

She squirmed in place, feeling a strange, embarrassing, heat building up inside of her the longer she looked at them, thinking back to all the times she'd touched inferior versions of these things in class, hearing them crinkle, feeling the bulk of them... She'd never thought of them as anything but a medical necessity for some reason, and yet now... She wasn't sure what it was. Maybe that research she'd done had awoken something in her, some curiosity...

"No," she shook her head. "I'm not doing this for fun, I'm doing this because I have to."

"Oh." Emily jumped, realizing she'd already grabbed a pack - the babyish ones - and made her way to the checkout, stupidly avoiding the self-checkout lane, finding herself faced with a real worker, looking at her with bemusement. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that, dear."

"N-No!" Emily blushed. "I-I didn't mean... I-I don't have to because I need them, i-it's because... I-I'm a student!" she tugged at her scrubs. "Th-They're not for me!"

"Of course," the woman nodded, smiled, giving her a wink, as if she knew the truth. "I understand."

"No, you don't!" Emily stomped her foot, but she knew the longer this went on, the bigger a scene she made, the more it would look like she was covering something up, and the more attention she'd draw to herself. Mortified, she paid for them and rushed out of the store, to her car.

She shoved them into her closet until the next afternoon. She wasn't about to wear them before she had to, even if it meant driving back to her apartment between classes... And dreading it the entire morning, finding herself thinking about them until, in math class, she'd been caught daydreaming, surprised with a question from the professor that she answered wrong, to her - and, she was certain, everyone else's - surprise.

"Please pay attention," the teacher berated her, something she'd heard directed to several other students before... But never her.

Now, it was finally time to follow through on her plan, like it or not... She was glad her roommate wasn't there, though she rolled her eyes as she walked in, seeing the giant teddy bear the other girl kept on the couch to cuddle up with when she was watching TV. She was so childish sometimes, Ella thought, as she headed to her room to get herself a diaper.

She had some experience, putting them on dummies, and, from time to time, other students, over their clothes. She'd never tried to put one on herself before, and she was strangely proud of how easy it was, until she looked down at herself, saw it there, poofing out, rustling softly with every move... Was she seriously going to go to class in this thing?!

And, to make matters worse, she'd already decided she couldn't wear it with her usual scrubs. The school didn't require them, but Emily knew that, once she moved on to her next school, they would, and she wanted to show her teachers she was taking this seriously, so she always wore them. She was afraid the diaper would be too subtle under them, however, so she was going to have to break her own rules to ensure the culprit noticed them, to know that she was 'one of them', and be willing to approach her.

There was just one problem with that...

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Emily pouted, giving the shorts another tug. "Come on!"

She'd worked it out perfectly in her mind, come up with a week's worth of outfits she could wear, getting gradually more revealing... She hoped the culprit would notice before she had to resort to anything too crazy, but, if it came down to it, she was going to do what she had to, just like always. 

And now her very first one, the one that should have been the easiest to keep the diapers hidden from anyone not in the know in, wasn't going to work. She'd been going off of her knowledge of the medical ones - and not even first-hand, since she'd never volunteered to let herself be put into them - and these ones were enough bulkier than her shorts refused to go on over them.

"Just go on!" she whined, pulling up on them, wiggling and hopping, edging closer and closer to the door, knowing that the longer this took, the less time she had to get to class before she was late. She blushed, seeing the stupid teddy bear again, realizing that, for the moment anyway, her roomie wasn't the most childish person in this house.

Finally, she had to resort to her scrubs after all. They were loose enough that they fit easily, but she really didn't know if the bulge was obvious enough under them, if there was any point to her wearing them at all... At least, not until she got back to campus, and hurried out of her car, up the steps to class, and into the room where Dr. Harland was already teaching.

"Well, then," the woman looked her up and down, eyebrow raised, "glad you could join us."

"I-I'm sorry, Doctor," Emily apologized. "I-I didn't..."

"You might as well come up here," Dr. Harland gestured to the spot beside her, at the front of the class. "If you're going to be late, I certainly hope you did your homework."

Emily had; she always did. She'd seen this routine before, with lazier students, and she was confident she'd be just fine, although the sound of crinkling that accompanied her every step was enough to distract her, make her hope that it was only audible to her, that the whispering she heard following her was about something else...

"All right," Dr. Harland said, "How would you take the temperature for a child that is afebrile to ensure maximum accuracy?"

She knew the answer, had studied it the night before... In those cases, she was pretty certain axillary was the way to go... However, she could hear the whispering continue, blossoming into giggles, and she got distracted. "R-Rectally?" she found herself answering instead, blushing as she imagined getting her diaper pulled down, a thermometer slid into her as she squealed and squirmed.

"No," Dr. Harland replied.

Emily blushed, fidgeted, reaching down to adjust her scrubs... Only to feel a bit of plastic above the waistband. She gasped quietly, realizing they'd slid down, exposed part of her diaper, and that was probably what everyone was laughing about.... Frantically, she tugged them up, heart thumping in her chest. 

Emily's grand plan for that week fell through when she couldn't get up the courage to wear again after that, even though she kept thinking about the diapers, sitting there in her closet, waiting, until she finally threw them away. When Dr. Harland asked her, at their next meeting, "So, how are things going?" she didn't have a real answer for her.

"I-I'll come up with something," she promised, squirming in her chair, hoping the woman wouldn't bring up her failed attempt.

"Oh," Dr. Harland looked disappointed. "That's too bad... I was really counting on you."

"I-I'll do it!" Emily swore. "I-I'll find a way!"

But the only solution she could come up with, especially after that meeting - which, like the last, went far quicker than she'd expected - was what she'd already tried.

"Diapers!" Emily exclaimed, cheeks burning red as soon as she heard the word escape her mouth.

"Excuse me?" her teacher smirked. "You think x in this equation is... diapers?"

Emily groaned, trying to slide down in her desk, hearing the laughter of her classmates. "N-No, sir," she sniffled. "O-Of course not..." But those were all she could think about lately... The case of the stolen diapers was weighing heavily on her, and her memory of what the one she'd worn had felt like kept echoing through mind as well, both of them combining, meaning that, if her thoughts drifted, it was almost always to one thing.

"Then what do you think it is?" the teacher asked.

Emily looked up at the board, nervously nibbling on the end of her pen. She'd spent she had no idea how long the night before staring at her textbook, at problems just like that one, but they'd made exactly as much sense to her then as this one did now. Seriously, whose bright idea had it been to start adding letters to math?! Weren't there enough numbers to keep track of already?!

"Umm... Number two?" she tried, the first thing that came to her mind, having to stifle a giggle at the other meaning she knew those words had, which was completely unintentional. 

The teacher sighed, shook his head, moved on to someone else, while Emily's cheeks continued to grow darker, naturally moving on to a number two in a diaper, imagining someone wearing one of those huge, thick things, seeing a lump start to form in the back, and start growing, expanding outwards.... That would be so humiliating... Anyone that did that was surely one of the tiniest babies imaginable...

"Can I speak to you for a minute?" the teacher asked her after class, as the rest of the students began to gather their things.

Automatically, Emily's mind went where it had spent the majority of the class, her mouth blurting out, "I-I'm not messy! I-I mean, I-I don't even wear diapers, so I-I couldn't... I wouldn't..." She shrank further into her chair, hearing her classmates laughing at her, making her feel smaller, more helpless, as she stared up at the professor.

"You used to be one of my best students," he told her, "and now, to be honest, you're one of my worst... Is everything all right? I'd be happy to work with you, if you need some help..."

"N-No," Emily said. "I-I'll be fine." 

In order to do that, however, she needed to solve this case... And, to do that, she'd have to bite the bullet, and try again. No new revelations had come to her, no better solutions... She was going to have to try the diapers one more time. 

She didn't have the guts to buy them again, and risk running into the same cashier, so she tried the internet instead, quickly discovering ones that were even cuter than what she'd found at the store. She couldn't help herself once she'd seen them, ordering them right away, barely remembering the check-out process, though, by how quickly the package arrived, she knew she must have paid for the fastest shipping.

Actually, that was a good thing, since she was even more distracted by the thought of them than usual as she waited, wondering how they'd feel compared to the last ones she'd tried. The box was delivered right on time, between her morning classes, and Dr. Harland's, so, as soon as she got the e-mail on her phone that it was waiting on her porch, she could hardly wait to rush home, cut it open, and get one of the diapers on, so she could finally solve this mystery.

The diapers, it turned out, weren't the only things in the box. There was also a pair of pink, plastic panties, ones with an odd chain around the waistband... And a mini-enema, exactly like the ones from the supply room. 

That was strange, she thought... Why would she have bought those? Except... If the culprit had stolen one of them, like she suspected, they must be into not just diapers, but messy ones... And maybe that's what she would need to do, to really grab their attention... It was for the case, she told herself. It didn't really count...

She blushed, feeling the small nozzle working its way into her bottom, diaper slid down. It probably wouldn't even work on her... How strong could they really be?! She doubted the company would accept a return on something like that anyway, so it would be a waste not to try it...

Her eyes widened as she gave the bottle a squeeze, just like they'd tried in class. It was probably her imagination, but she was positive she felt its effects immediately, her tummy starting to lurch and roil... That had been a huge mistake! She was ready to miss class for once, tear off the diaper, rush to the bathroom...

Unfortunately, she heard a click, and realized she'd already, without thinking, pulled the plastic pants up, and locked them into place... And the key, which had been shipped stuck in the lock, was nowhere to be seen.

The struggle was quick and brutal; the first cramp had barely hit before Emily found her knees bending, her body giving in, pushing a heavy load of warm mush into the seat of her waiting diaper. She'd been right, it turned out... It truly was one of the most humiliating things she could imagine, making her feel positively tiny as she stood there, filling her pants.

So tiny, in fact, that she couldn't bear the idea of missing her class. If she did that, Dr. Harland might get mad at her, and maybe even yell at her... Just the thought of it made her eyes well up with tears. Unfortunately, this diaper was every bit as bulky as the first one she'd tried, even before she'd added to it, and the plastic pants kept her from removing it, so she knew none of her pants would fit over it, except her scrubs, and those might slide down again...

She didn't have many dresses with her at college... They were unnecessary. She was too busy with her studies to go to parties, after all, and she had her scrubs to wear to class. She'd brought along a couple, just in case, and hadn't worn them, until now... And, obviously, never tried them with a diaper. They would have been pretty short normally, and she had a feeling the diaper would have peeked out no matter what... With the added weight of the mess, however, there was no hiding it. She didn't have time to change, though, and still make it to class on time. 

She'd hoped getting a diaper, wearing it, would help purge her mind of some of those thoughts that had been filling it lately, but, if anything, now that she had one on, and had used it, they were worse than ever. She could feel the mushy mass squishing with every step she took, squelching beneath her bottom as she sat down in her car, oozing up between her legs, and all over her bottom... She was lucky she didn't crash her car as she drove to school, she was so distracted. She did run a stop sign, and nearly did the same with a traffic light that had turned red.

She was late to class again, and, this time, there was no question what her classmates were laughing about as she was called to the front, no amount of tugging at the skirt of her dress able to lengthen it enough to hide what she was wearing underneath, much less the smell coming from it. 

"Well, class," Dr. Harland said, once a wiggly Emily was standing beside her, "Emily here came to me a few weeks ago with a theory... She told me that she thought she'd found evidence of someone stealing from the supply closet. She claimed several diapers, and a mini-enema, were missing... I think you can see where this is going."

"Wh-What are you doing?!" Emily hissed, staring up at her professor in horror. "Y-You're going to tip them off!"

"How am I going to do that?" Dr. Harland asked, "You're clearly the one who was doing it all along, and you just came to me so I wouldn't suspect you... Which makes it even sillier that you would parade into the room like this."

"N-No!" Emily whimpered. "I-It's all part of the plan!"

"Look at this!" one of the boys reached towards Emily's backpack, to the mesh, outside pocket meant for water bottles, pulling out, instead, the empty mini-enema bottle that Emily certainly didn't remember putting there. "Isn't this the same brand we use in class?"

"N-No!" Emily shook her head, hearing the rest of the class laughing at her, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate. "I-I didn't steal it, I bought it..."

"For yourself?" the boy smirked, and suddenly Emily recognized him from the year before, when she'd been so convinced he'd cheated.... "Why would you do that?"

"I-I..." Emily squirmed, knowing she should be bright enough to talk her way out of this... Or, she had been, before so much of her mind had been taken up by her new obsession with diapers, or melted away by all the laughter at her that had been caused by that... "I-I just... N-Number two in my diaper!" 

"Obviously," Dr. Harland sniffed. "Well, looks like we have our culprit. I think, for punishment, we should have her sit in the corner and think about what she's done." The whole class happily roared their approval, as Emily's thumb nervously made its way into her mouth, where she started to suck away at it unconsciously.

That, however, was not the end of it, not by a long shot. Dr. Harland drove Emily back to her house after class, almost immediately finding the key to her plastic pants on the floor of her room and changing her into a fresh diaper.

"I want you to go back to the corner," the woman ordered, "and wait for me to finish with the rest of my classes."

But Emily knew she couldn't do that... She was still aware enough to know better, to know that, despite what she'd thought, things were only getting worse now that she was in diapers. She'd practically been able to feel IQ points dropping away as she bounced in the stool the professor had stuck her on in the corner, the words she heard being spoken behind her making less and less sense...

Unfortunately, there wasn't much she could do, except change into her big girl panties. She did feel a little better, once she was in them, but her car had been left at the school, and the thought of walking anywhere, by herself, with no grown-ups to hold her hand, made her feel very nervous, so all she could do was wait, hiding in her room when she heard her roommate return, for Dr. Harland to get back.

The woman was not happy with her, although, to be fair, Emily wasn't happy when her roomie was escorted into her room, shown the diapers she'd ordered, told all about what had happened earlier that day. "I've seen it happen before," Dr. Harland explained. "Even with bright students like her, sometimes, as graduation looms, the thought of moving on to medical school, and then the real world, is just too much for them."

"But do they actually need these?" her roomie asked, poking at the package of diapers with her toe. 

"In her case, absolutely," Dr. Harland said. "All we can do for her right now is treat her like the little girl she's reverted into, and hope she snaps out of it... And part of that is punishing her when she misbehaves, like she did by taking off her diaper when I told her not to. I thought I could trust her, but clearly I was wrong."

Emily whimpered and squirmed as she was pulled out to the living room, then yanked over Dr. Harland's lap for a spanking, her supposedly childish roommate watching the whole thing. "I-I don't really have time to take care of her like this," the girl shook her head. "I have classes of my own, and..."

"Oh, don't worry," Dr. Harland smiled. "I'll take care of that."

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Emily giggled, one thumb firmly planted in her mouth, the other hand on her diaper, squirming happily in place. Cartoons were on, but it was hard to tell how much of them she was actually watching, or absorbing... She likely would have been just as satisfied sitting there to a blank screen, simply listening to the sound of her diaper crinkling as she moved.

"Hey, Emmy!" her babysitter exclaimed, waltzing in. "You wouldn't believe what I found when I was cleaning up your room. Look at these!"

She smirked, dangling a pair of Emily's old panties in front of her. Emily looked up at her, confused, the gears in her mind struggling to turn. She should know what those were... They seemed important, somehow.

"Do you want these?" the babysitter teased, bending over, getting them a bit closer to the girl. "Huh?"

Emily removed her thumb from her mouth, grabbing at them, the babysitter pulling them out of the way easily. "Nuh-uh," she shook her head. "If you want them, you have to tell me what they're called." Emily pouted, whined. "No, sweetie... It's only fair. Come on... I bet you want them, don't you? If you had these, you might even get to be a big girl again one day... So, tell me... What are they called?"

Could she be right? Could these be the key to her growing up?! Emily wracked her fuzzy brain, thinking hard... Only to feel a trickle of warmth in her diaper. Automatically, her other hand fell to her diaper as well, her mind filling with thoughts of how nice the freshly wet padding felt, pushing away any other ideas, the same as it always did.

"Come on, Emmy," her babysitter said. "What's their name?"

Emily shrugged, not knowing, or caring, perfectly satisfied to sit there and dribble in her diapers, not meddling in anyone else's affairs for once in her life.