Published: August 30th 2021, 2:00:06 pm
"Why are you staring at me, you weirdo?" Vivi stuck her tongue out at Dani, tugging at the hem of her shirt self-consciously.
"I-I wasn't!" Danielle insisted, blushing, but they both knew it was a lie... Dani just hoped Vivien didn't figure out why she was lying before the fiber she'd been having fed to the girl could take effect.
Only having limited access to Vivi really made things a lot more difficult; if she'd been here, at daycare, every weekday, like Dani was, then the little secret in her bottles would definitely have taken effect by now. She'd been worried the first time she'd seen Vivi be handed a sippy cip after she'd given Miss Katie the note, and Vivien had paused for a moment after her first sip, making Dani wonder if she'd figured it out... But, thankfully, if the girl had noticed anything off about her juice, she'd shrugged it off and went back to drinking.
What made it especially challenging was not knowing for sure if it was doing anything or not. Vivi was more open at the daycare, but, outside of teasing Dani for her messy diapers, poop wasn't exactly a normal topic for them, and Dani didn't want to be the one to bring it up, in case the fiber was doing something, solely when they weren't at daycare so far. She had to tread so carefully, had to keep Vivi from having any reason to suspect that, if and when anything happened, she had anything and anyone to blame except herself.
It was like waiting for Christmas, back when she'd still believed in Santa and spent the weeks building up to it fretting that she'd been too naughty that year and wouldn't get any presents. Whenever she saw Vivi squirm, or touch her tummy, she thought it could be a sign, and any time she could catch a glimpse of the girl's diaper under her skirt, or, like now, when she was on all fours, reaching for a block with her shorts stretching tightly over her bulky diaper, she was searching for some sign that perhaps Vivi had already had an accident and didn't know it, or hadn't been willing to admit it in front of Dani.
"Yes, you were," Vivi narrowed her eyes. "I know you've been watching me, Dani."
Danielle gulped, nibbling her bottom lip with a nervous grunt. Should she confess? Not to everything, of course, but to something, to throw Vivi off her trail? She thought she'd been inconspicuous about it, though clearly she was wrong, and if she played her cards wrong, she might end up tipping Vivi off after all. "Y-You just look cute in diapers," she said. "I'm glad you're in them now, too."
The words took Vivien by surprise, making her blush. "Shut up," she shifted in her seat, her diaper crinkling, probably unaware of how her hands, still wrapped around the hem of her shirt, were sliding up her tummy, revealing the waistband of her diaper peeking over the top of her shorts. "I-I don't need them..."
Dani wanted to point out that Miss Katie had obviously disagreed with that statement, along with every other worker who had put Vivi into them since she'd been sentenced to them. She would have settled for mentioning that she knew Vivi had been waking up after naptime wet every day for a while now. Instead, she shrugged. "If you say so. You still look cute."
"No, I don't," Vivi pouted, which, of course, only made her more adorable. "I bet you're just staring because you don't remember what a clean diaper looks like."
"I don't..." Dani started to say, a fidget wiping away her intention of claiming she didn't use her diapers that often. All that thinking about dirty diapers, obsessing about getting Vivi in one, and she hadn't noticed herself making one as they spoke.
Vivien didn't miss her obliviousness, either, giggling at the shocked look on the other girl's face, poking at her swollen padding. "That's why you'll always be the bigger baby," she told her smugly. "You're never going to catch me doing that!"
Vivi grabbed Danielle's pacifier, hanging from the leash pinned to the front of her dress, and popped it into her mouth. Dani began to suck on it automatically, wondering if Vivi was right, if her plan had been doomed from the start, and this was as far as she was going to be able to regress the other girl.
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"There will be no cheating," the professor lectured, as if her students might have thought, otherwise, that it would be acceptable. "Keep your eyes on your own work... If you get out of your seat, it had better be to turn in your test, because once you do that, whatever you have finished is what will be graded."
Vivien slunk down in her seat, like she could see so many others doing. Unlike them - or so she assumed - it wasn't because they knew they were the reason these new rules were being implemented, or because she thought she'd have to cheat to pass this test... She had a much more pressing concern.
She groaned softly, seeing the professor hand out stacks of the exams to the students on the front rows, having hoped that the woman would distrust her students so much that she'd hand them out to each of them on her own, and give Vivi a chance to speak to her privately. Apparently, she wasn't quite at that level yet... That, or she didn't think there was much the cheaters could do at this point, since all the tests were the same.
Could she wait? At one time, she would have said yes, although the skid marks in her panties that had landed her in Pull-Ups at daycare in the first place might have disagreed. Now, she really wasn't confident, after that close call in her bedroom, and a few more she'd had at school; those had ended with her slipping out of class and getting to the toilet on time, however, so they weren't a huge deal. But if she wasn't allowed to do that...
"Umm... Professor?" she raised her hand.
The woman looked surprised that anyone had dared speak. "Yes?" she sighed.
"C-Could I go to the bathroom now?" Vivien blushed, hating that she had to ask permission like she was back in high school again... Or, more accurately, like she was in daycare. "S-Since I can't go in the middle of the test?"
The professor glared at her, Vivi shrinking further into her chair. "Why didn't you go before you came?"
"I-I... forgot?" Vivien wished now that she'd just kept her mouth shut.
"You forgot about the exam? Then you didn't study?" the teacher raised an eyebrow.
"N-No, I did," Vivien assured her. She had, too, staying up late with her notes... How much of it she could remember now, as her tummy gurgled ominously, was another question. "I-I'll be quick, I just..." Without thinking, she took the stack of tests as it was handed to her, passing the rest back, glancing down at the paper in front of her.
"You've seen the exam now," the professor shrugged. "So, you are not to leave your seat until you're finished with it, or I can only assume the worst. There will be no phones, no speaking, no looking at anything except for the test in front of you. Understood?"
Vivi knew the woman had shifted to speaking to the whole class by the end of her speech, but she couldn't help feeling like she alone was being reprimanded, like she was a naughty little girl about to be sent to the corner, as had happened so many times at the daycare.
That didn't do much for her confidence, nor did her continued worrying, ever since the incident at Tessa's kindergarten, about what that receptionist might have said to the girl when she dropped off her backpack. Was it her imagination that Tessa looked at her differently now, that she giggled more often when she did?
Vivien whimpered, re-living that day in her mind, thinking again about how she'd mistaken the woman's words, and thought she was about to have her Pull-Ups checked, how she'd been moments away from being changed, possibly into a diaper, and put into kindergarten herself. It was more mature than where she spent most of her time nowadays, and yet, in its own way, it was so much more humiliating, knowing that it wasn't Dani's fault she'd ended up there...
She shook her head; she didn't have time for that! She needed to concentrate on her test and get through it as quickly as possible! She could definitely feel a rumbling inside her, at it was getting more troubling by the second... It didn't help that, after the kindergarten incident, she'd been too chicken to pack extra Pull-Ups for herself, despite her recent close calls. She knew it was dumb of her, but it had only taken one stupid mistake for her to reveal them to the receptionist, and anyone else that might have been around... She couldn't risk a repeat of that here... And, so far, she'd always made it to the bathroom on time...
She gasped, clenching her bottom closed, feeling, just in time, her tummy try to push, to do what it had done while she was writing her paper. She squirmed, wrinkling her nose, a sticky streak having made it into her pants before she could stop it, her face heating up, knowing she was going to have to spend the rest of the day like this now, constantly being reminded that she hadn't quite made it, no matter what happened from here on out... She suspected she was going to end up skipping her next class, her only other class at this point...
She looked down at the test, seeing it for the first time, scrawling her name at the top before trying to concentrate on the rest of it. She knew she had the answers in her brain, yet, all of the questions were blurring together, making it hard to pick any one of them out, to get started, much less rush through them. The page seemed bottomless, like it was going to take her hours to finish... And she didn't have hours.
In fact... She didn't have any time at all. She wriggled, another cramp hitting hit, another mushy ooze making its way into the seat of her Pull-Up... But, this time, it didn't stop when she told it to. It was too soft, too big... She whimpered, pressing her bottom to the hard, wooden desk chair beneath her, slowing it, unable to halt it altogether.
'I'm pooping my pants,' she thought, stunned. 'I'm pooping my pants like a baby... Like Dani...'
The only thing she'd filled out was her name, but she didn't care. She had to get out of here, away from her classmates, from the professor's gaze... She stumbled to her feet, immediately regretting it when her backside left the chair, and the mucky flow sped up, unimpeded. Trying to ignore it, she picked up her backpack, shuffling to the front of the classroom to turn in her test, already eyeing the exit...
"Finished already?" the professor sounded suspicious. "I'm not sure why you were so worried..."
Vivi gritted her teeth as another cramp hit, freezing her in place, certain she could feel her jeans expanding in a way that had to be obvious to the rest of the class standing behind her, possibly staring at her, jealous of her being the first to 'finish'... Her knees bent, another involuntary push speeding up the process even more as she stood there, red-faced, in front of her professor, watching the woman's look of suspicion turn into confusion, then recognition, then disgust...
"I-I'm sorry!" Vivien squeaked, forcing herself to move, to toddle away, driving back home for a shower and a change.
She had to drop the class now... Whether the professor had noticed or not - Vivien was positive she had, but she may have imagined that - she'd just tanked her grade by turning in a blank test... And there was no way she could face the teacher, or her classmates, again... Which meant she only had one class left, and she was missing it even as she laid there on her bed, curled up in a ball and feeling sorry for herself.
It was silly to only take one class, she thought. And there were some other students who were in both that class, and the one she'd just filled her pants during... She couldn't go back there, either.
She probably should have given herself time to think about it, to reason it out, but instead, she got out her laptop, and, the next thing she knew, she was free of both of her remaining classes. Officially, at least for now, she was no longer a college girl... She was only a daycare student, and, thanks to this, she'd just been upgraded to full-time... And, because of the way it happened, she couldn't help feeling like that was exactly where she belonged.