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A Big Help - Part 11

Published: October 12th 2021, 2:01:01 pm

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Cynthia's stomach churned as she walked down the hall after lunch, not because of the food in the cafeteria - though that didn't help - but because of the crinkle under her skirt, the waddle she prayed nobody would notice.

Why had she bothered with this stupid diaper?! It had been such a stupid idea... She'd been anxious all day about one of her students noticing it, making it that much harder for her to summon up the authority in her voice needed to calm some of her more rowdy classes down, and she certainly wasn't about to discipline any of her students, not when she was dressed this way, the evidence of her own spanking making it nearly impossible for her to spend an entire class period sitting on her desk.

She had to get up, to pace... But that meant a bigger risk of her diaper being heard, or seen. She'd chosen a long, floral-print skirt in an attempt to avoid the latter, yet she was still afraid, knowing that the more she moved around, the more likely it was that something would happen. Her aching bottom assured that she had to do it, however, or she'd be squirming so badly that she'd definitely be making enough noise for her students to notice.

That stupid Kaitlyn... How dare she do this to her?! Cynthia had been through a lot of humiliating experiences, but yesterday, at cheerleading 'try-outs', had definitely been the worst. There was a small part of her mind that suggested she might have deserved at least a little of it, that perhaps she'd gone overboard with trying to assert herself as a strict, hard-ass teacher after transferring to this school... She hadn't spanked all of those girls, though, so they hadn't all earned revenge. And she certainly had never made any of them mess their diapers in front of the whole squad!

She'd given serious consideration to calling in sick today, but she'd spent too long feeling sorry for herself the night before, taking a shower and lying on her stomach, watching TV, to make a sub plan, so it would have been more trouble than it was worth, probably. Besides, she didn't want to let Kaitlyn know how much it had bothered her... As if the girl seeing her bawling her eyes out in her dirty diaper wouldn't have tipped her off!

Cynthia froze at the sight of the janitor stepping out of the bathroom, mop in hand. When she'd gotten to her room today, her trash had been empty, as usual... Thanks to the hypnosis, she hadn't thought about finding a way to dispose of the evidence before he could get to it until she was already on the bus, wiggling in place as she fought to keep her diaper hidden. 

Thanks to that, she'd had to get a ride from another teacher who lived nearby, claiming her car had refused to start last night. Even in her long skirt, that ride had almost been scarier than being on the bus; at least the bus was loud, and there were a lot of kids on there to distract from her. In the car, it was only her and the other teacher, and the smaller space - not to mention her sore backside that kept her from sitting still - made it harder for her to hide any crinkling.

He spotted her as he stuffed the mop into its bucket, and, for a moment, she hoped he wouldn't recognize her. He also could have not noticed the used diapers in her trash, or which classroom he'd found them in... And then, he gave her a crooked, lascivious grin, and she knew he was fully aware of all of it, his eyes moving to her waist, making her feel as if he could see right through her clothes, to the padding underneath.

"You ever need any... help," he told her, "you just let me know."

She shivered, wanting to tell him to screw off... But knowing that was a very bad idea, considering he knew her secret. "O-Okay," she nodded instead, and, hating herself a little as she did it, adding, "Th-Thanks." She didn't want to appear rude, or like she looked down on him - even if she did - or... Well, she didn't want to risk it, not with the power he now had over her.

She was still feeling a bit shaken from that when Kaitlyn's class started. In a way, it was almost a relief, having that to fret about, rather than replaying the events of the previous day. And, besides a smirk, Kaitlyn had quietly sashayed past her and sat down at her desk obediently. Was she satisfied with the revenge she'd gotten? Cynthia certainly hoped so... She didn't know exactly what the hypnosis the girl had used on her had done, if there could be any lasting effects, so she'd worn a diaper just in case, not wanting to be humiliated by an accident... So far, it hadn't happened, so, if Kaitlyn showed no signs of wanting to continue to torment her, she could do without it in the future, put this whole thing behind her...

As soon as class began, and Cynthia turned around from closing the door, she saw Kaitlyn's hand in the air, the cheerleader waiting patiently to be called on. A sense of dread washed over the teacher, worrying about what she could possibly want to say, but she reminded herself she was here, partially, to show Kaitlyn she wasn't scared of her. "Yes, Kaitlyn?" she said.

Kaitlyn stood up from her desk with a smile. "I was just wondering... Will Big Girl Cindi be joining the class today?" And, in an instant, everything changed.

"What a good girl," Miss Katy praised her, walking over to her at the door, bending over to look her in the eye, though Cindi's own eyes were having a very hard time pulling away from her teacher's low-cut top. "Thank you for closing the door for me."

"Y-You're welcome, ma'am," Cindi swallowed, squirming in place, wanting to stay and stare at her pretty teacher for as long as she could, but terrified that the other students would notice, would realize that she had a crush on her, and tease her. "C-Can I go sit down now?"

"Oh, Cindi," Miss Katy sighed, shaking her head, Cindi instantly feeling her diaper warm. She cursed at herself silently; she'd done so well, keeping her diapers dry all day! She was going to use this to prove to her Mommy that she didn't need them anymore, and she'd just ruined everything! But that look of disappointment had reminded her of yesterday, and that was too much for her to handle. "You're in high school now... You should know better... It's 'may' you sit now... And it wouldn't hurt to throw in a 'please', would it?"

Cindi blushed, fidgeting, feeling stupid both that she'd made such an obvious mistake in front of the person she wanted to seem grown-up to the most, and that she'd spoiled her dry diaper for that. "No, ma'am," she stared down at her feet. "S-Sorry, ma'am... M-May I go sit down now?"

Miss Katy smiled, her hands moving to Cindi's skirt. "Let me just fix this for you first, sweetie."

Cindi gasped; had her skirt started to sag, and show off her diaper?! Miss Katy was so nice, looking out for her... She nearly swooned, having her teacher's hands on her waist, touching her, and her skirt, barely registering what she was doing to it, how she was rolling it up at the waistband, until she had let go, stepping back. "There you go," she declared. "Isn't that better. Honestly, though, I don't know why you insist on wearing such short skirts, especially considering... Well, you know."

Cindi glanced down at her skirt, shifting in place. It hadn't been that short before... Had it? She couldn't recall now, and she couldn't think of a reason why Miss Katy would lie to her... Her cheeks darkened, her thumb drifting up to her mouth, forgetting that she was still standing in front of class, in front of all those other kids she wanted to seem like a big girl in front of... "I-I dunno," she mumbled.

"You don't know much of anything, do you?" Miss Katy smirked. "That's okay... Go sit down, Cindi." She sent Cindi towards her desk with a pat to the bottom, Cindi scurrying away, tugging at her skirt with her free hand.

She popped her thumb out of her mouth after she'd sat, feeling like every eye in the room was on her, as if they all knew about her diapers and her crush, the two things she was so desperate to keep hidden. She squirmed on her sore bottom, her diaper not giving her nearly enough protection from the hard, wooden seat of her desk, squeaking as she noticed the padding was definitely even more soggy than it had been a few moments earlier.

Had she had another accident already?! Or had her first accident never stopped, her bladder continuing to dribble into her pants as she'd stood there, entranced by being so close to Miss Katy? Either way, all her hard work staying dry for the rest of the day was definitely down the tubes now.

"Cindi!" Miss Katy scolded, making the girl sit up straight. "If you can't stay quiet and stop being a distraction, I'm going to have to spank you, young lady."

Was she really being that much of a distraction? She didn't want to contradict Miss Katy, but she didn't think her squeak of surprise had been that loud... "I-I wasn't..." she protested.

"Are you contradicting me?" Miss Katy put her hands on her hips, Cindi immediately questioning herself. What was she thinking, a mere freshman, telling a teacher she was wrong?! "All right, then, get up here and bend over my desk..."

Right away, Cindi knew she was in trouble, that there was no way, in the short skirt she'd so stupidly worn, that she could hide her diaper like that, even before Miss Katy inevitably lifted it the rest of the way up to deliver the spanking. "M-Miss Katy!" she pleaded. "I-I'm sorry!"

Miss Katy raised an eyebrow, pointing to her desk. Cindi knew Miss Katy couldn't show her any special treatment... It was only fair...

"Y-Yes, ma'am," she sniffled, getting back to her feet, shuffling up to the desk. She stared up at the teacher for a moment, hoping she'd take pity on her, but instead, she just nodded to the edge of the desk, and, reluctantly, Cindi assumed the position, hearing the giggling from behind her starting already. 

"Oh, Cindi," Miss Katy sighed as she lifted the girl's skirt, tucking it into the waistband of her diaper, then giving the damp padding a rub. "Again?"

Before Cindi could reply, the spanking started. Her diaper stayed on, thankfully, though the events of the day before guaranteed that she felt the pain fully nevertheless. By the time Miss Katy sent her to the corner to spend the rest of class, she was a sobbing mess, which, she thought, was more of a distraction than any little noise she might have made at her desk... Not that she was going to tell Miss Katy that.

It took her a few minutes to realize that her skirt was still tucked in, still showing her sagging diaper off the the entire class. One thumb had made its way back into her mouth from the moment she'd been put in time out, but her other hand frantically grabbed at the fabric, tugging it free.

"Cindi!" Miss Katy barked. "What do you think you're doing?! Do you want another spanking?"

"N-No, ma'am!" the girl answered right away.

Miss Katy sighed. "Turn around," she ordered, Cindi obeying, sucking harder than ever on her thumb. "Lift your skirt and give your diaper a squeeze." Cindi hesitated, but did as she was told, cheeks darkening at how squishy her padding felt. "Do you see why I have to keep an eye on your diaper?" Miss Katy asked. "I don't want you leaking, and I don't have time to walk over to the corner and check you every few minutes. So, if I put your skirt up, it is to stay up, you understand?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Cindi nodded. She did understand, and she could see where Miss Katy was coming from... That didn't mean she liked it when the teacher came over, tucking her skirt in once more, then turning her around to face the corner.

She did, however, apologize when class was over, and Miss Katy was changing her into a dry diaper. "I-I wasn't trying to be bad," she promised.

"I know you weren't," Miss Katy replied. "But sometimes, you have to be reminded how to be good, don't you?" Cindi sucked her thumb quietly, until Miss Katy took a cheerleading uniform out of her bag.

"Wh-What's that for?" she asked, confused. Surely, after what had happened yesterday, she wasn't going to be on the squad... Was she?!

"I convinced them to give you another chance," Miss Katy said. "But only if you behave yourself."

"I will!" Cindi promised.

And so, the little cheerleader-in-training was taken to the gym, where she watched in awe as the big girls did their thing, being called over now and then to try some of the moves, almost always failing, until, finally, she felt a pain in her tummy during one that had her bending over, almost as if it was designed to show off her diaper... Before she could stop herself, she heard a rude sound emanating from beneath her padding, and then a rush of warm muck.

"Cindi!" Miss Katy shook her head. "I swear... Well, I don't have time to change you right now, and there's no point punishing the rest of the squad by making them smell you... You might as well just go home."

That was the last thing Cindi wanted; her Mommy would be so mad at her, coming home like this! But, not knowing what else to do, she trudged to the bus, tugging nervously on her skirt as she found a seat, sat down, the mess squelching beneath her, as...

Cynthia's eyes widened, the hypnosis wearing off. She gasped, her hands tightening their grip on her skirt. She started to stand, wanting to rush off the bus before she had to spend the whole, bumpy ride back to the bus stop nearest her house like this, but the doors were already closing, ensuring that she had no choice, yet again.