Published: June 4th 2022, 12:00:04 pm
"Go on," the bus driver ordered. "Sit down."
Brigid blushed, looking down the aisle at all the kids sitting there, wearing the same uniform she was currently in, although she knew it was probably a safe bet that none of them were wearing the same thing underneath, that she was the only one there in Pull-Ups. She peered out the window at her car, what she should be in, on her way to work. How was she going to explain to them that she'd been sent to school instead?!
"Actually," she said, "could you let me out? I need to..."
"No," the driver shook his head. "Once you're on, I can't let you out until we get to school. And I can't get moving until you sit down, so would you please do that?"
She couldn't, for exactly that reason. If Carissa was telling the truth, and Pat had enrolled her at St. Lucie's - which appeared to be the case, if the bus was here to pick her up - then there would be no easy way to escape once she was there, no proving her true identity without her purse, which her babysitter had taken her to the bus before she could grab. As far as anyone there would know, she really was a pathetic little pants-wetting schoolgirl, not a successful lawyer, a partner in her firm...
She could tell the driver was getting impatient, and knew she was at risk of getting in trouble before she'd even seen the school, but this was her best, and possibly only, chance. She stood her ground, putting her hands on her hips, preparing an argument for why he ought to listen to her, and open the door...
"Come on," she felt a large, but gentle, hand close around her arm. "I know it can be scary, your first day... You can sit with me, if you want."
A woman, no doubt the bus monitor, was standing over her, giving Brigid a smile when she turned back to look at her, before starting to pull her down the aisle, Brigid's cheeks warming when she saw the other kids giggling to one another while they watched. "No!" she hissed, trying to writhe free of the woman's grip. "I-I need to get..."
"No, you don't," the monitor told her. "Remember? This is your new school... You don't have any homework or anything yet! So you're all good, sweetie! Just sit down here, next to me!"
She wasn't exactly given a choice, as the woman sat in her seat, pulling Brigid down next to her. Almost instantly, the bus ground into gear and started to move, Brigid watching in horror as her house, and the smirking, waving Carissa outside, began to grow smaller and smaller, sealing her fate for the day.
Her current seating arrangement wasn't going to help things, either, she thought, as she slowly had to accept that this was happening, that there was no avoiding it. Perhaps some of the stares she was getting was because she was new, and that was always interesting, but she suspected a lot of it was thanks to her having been made to sit next to the bus monitor, apparently too shy to find a seat on her own.
She was much too old to really care what a bunch of schoolkids thought about her... Except, of course, when those schoolkids went to the same school as her, and were potentially her classmates. She squirmed on the uncomfortable bench, her heart racing a little as she heard her Pull-Ups rustle beneath her skirt, reminding her of another thing the kids would definitely judge, and mock, her for, if they found out...
"So, your name is Brigid, right?" the bus monitor spoke up after a few moments. Brigid nodded numbly. "That's a lovely name! You can call me Mrs. Reeves."
"H-Hi, Mrs. Reeves," Brigid replied, feeling strange having to give this person - probably a good few years younger than her, like Carissa - so much respect. "It's nice to meet you, b-but..." she looked around, spotting a few empty benches. She had no idea how much longer the bus ride would be, how likely it was that they would all be able to stay empty, though if she was sitting there first, then people would have to ask to sit with her, rather than her being forced to initiate it, which was, if nothing else, a bit less nerve-wracking. "Do you mind if I switch seats?"
She saw Mrs. Reeves' face fall slightly. As an authority figure on the bus, Brigid doubted many children voluntarily sat next to her, so maybe she had been looking forward to having someone who could be a good kid there to chat with and get to know. But Brigid had her own reputation to worry about, and choosing to sit next to the one adult who had an open seat next to her wasn't going to do make her look cool.
"Would you rather sit next to the window?" the woman asked hopefully.
There was a chance Mrs. Reeves was a teacher, too, or an assistant, that Brigid would be seeing her again that day... There was a far bigger chance of her seeing some of the other kids. "No," she shook her head. "I-I want to sit over there..." She pointed to an empty bench on the other side of the bus. "I-I just want to clear my head a little before I start at my new school, you know?"
"Well," Mrs. Reeves sniffed, her attitude changing entirely, "there's no getting out of your seat when the bus is moving."
When the bus stopped, however, to let on another student, and Brigid started to stand up, Mrs. Reeves grabbed her by the arm again, a bit rougher this time. "Sit down," she snapped. "We can't have children running around every time the bus stops."
"B-But I told you," Brigid pouted. "I'm just..."
"You need to keep the aisles clear so new arrivals can sit down quickly, and we can get moving again. We're already running late thanks to you." Brigid opened her mouth to protest, only to be silenced with a curt, "Do I need to write you up, young lady? Do you need to visit the headmistress on your first day?"
"N-No, ma'am," Brigid shook her head, face reddening as she shifted in her seat, feeling the soreness in her backside from the spanking Carissa had given her. Did they still do that at this school? Mr. Humphrey had said they were strict... Could they be THAT strict?! Her hands curled into fists on her lap as she imagined being marched into the headmistress's office in her little uniform, being bent over the desk, having her Minnie Mouse Pull-Ups exposed, only for them to be slid down, for the woman to see her still pink bottom, the evidence that she was just a naughty little girl, that she really did deserve what she was about to get...
"Brigid."
Mrs. Reeves' voice snapped her out of her dark fantasy, along with the feeling of the woman's hand on hers again. Brigid opened her eyes, blushing bright red when she immediately saw what the bus monitor had interrupted her for. Her hands had been resting on top of her thighs, and as they'd closed, they'd grabbed the fabric, pulling it upwards, until she was exposing a hint of her trainers. She let go of her skirt, frantically smoothing it down, hoping that Mrs. Reeves hadn't recognized them for what they were... And, more importantly, hadn't noticed an ever-so-slight fading of the guitar-shaped wetness indicator from the few dribbles that had escaped her bladder during her daydream...
"You really need to be more careful," Mrs. Reeves scolded, Brigid nodding, cheeks burning, still unsure if the woman meant it about her flashing her undies, or keeping those undies dry.
"S-Sorry," Brigid mumbled.
Mrs. Reeves' face softened again, faintly. "I know it can happen sometimes," she said, "but that sort of thing isn't tolerated at St. Lucie's."
"I-I'll do my best," Brigid promised, about both possibilities.
Thankfully, she really hadn't wet herself much, though she definitely felt a slight squishiness beneath her when the bus went over a bump. Far more worrying, however, was the way that same motion jolted her very full tummy, each and every time, making her wish she'd found a way to get into the bathroom at home. Her breakfast was already catching up with her, along with everything else she hadn't had an opportunity to evacuate, and it was starting to become obvious she wouldn't be able to last forever.
"Umm..." she squirmed anxiously, "how much longer until we get to the school?"
"Don't worry," Mrs. Reeves patted her hand, "you're going to fit in just fine. There's no need to be scared."
That, of course, wasn't her concern; if anything, she didn't want to fit in with a bunch of schoolkids. It was too embarrassing to tell the monitor the truth, though, especially now that the bus was getting fuller, and there were more people to potentially overhear.
She could make it. Obviously she could make it! She was an adult, no matter what this school, and Carissa, and her house, thought! She'd made it decades without any accidents, without so much as thinking about the possibility, and, yes, she might have had a couple wet ones lately, including the few drops that had made it into the Pull-Up she had on now, but there was no way, whatsoever, that she was going to poop her pants. That was absolutely unthinkable!
And yet... Every bump, every jolt, brought it a little closer to reality. She groaned, wrapping her arms around her bloated stomach, pressing her legs together, the damp padding of her training panties pinned between her thighs, growing more and more miserable until, finally...
She let out a tiny squeak, despite herself, when the first cramp hit, clenching with all of her might, her feet wrapping around one another as they dangled beneath her, unable to reach the floor of the bus, reminding her of how tiny she was, how helpless. There was no bathroom on this bus, and, as the driver had told her when she got on, no getting off until they were at the school... If she ran out of time before they reached their destination, there was nothing she could do about it...
"Hey," Mrs. Reeves gave her shoulder a squeeze. "You don't have to be afraid, Brigid. I know it's scary, and I'm sure you've heard some horror stories about St. Lucie's, but I promise, it's not as bad as you think."
She hadn't, Brigid noted, said it wasn't bad at all... Brigid managed a weak smile, though she didn't dare move out of her position, positive that only by squeezing herself as tight as possible could she slow the inevitable long enough to get to school first.
That was definitely how it felt, too, as the bus turned onto a more densely packed street, one with plenty of speedbumps. Every time she had another cramp, she could tell she was getting closer and closer to disaster, to not making it, until, when she squirmed, she was certain she felt a stickiness in the seat of her pants, her head spinning at the possibility that, last time, she hadn't totally succeeded at holding back the thick, brown flow.
The next time it happened, she knew she didn't. She whimpered, feeling an involuntary push, her body having had enough of her shenanigans. Frantically, she pushed her bottom tighter against the uncomfortable bench beneath her, sweat beading on her forehead as she poured every bit of energy she had into stopping it, even as the mush started to ooze out...
"Brigid," Mrs. Reeves shook her gently. "Come on, dear, it's time to go in."
Brigid glanced up, shocked to see that the bus had stopped, and the other kids were beginning to file out. "N-No," she whined, biting down on her lip hard. She couldn't move, not now... If she did...
"Yes," Mrs. Reeves countered. "I'm sorry, Brigid, but you have to."
When was it going to end?! Or was it not going to, until she'd given in, until she'd filled her pants like a toddler?! "I-I can't..." she pouted.
Mrs. Reeves sighed, shaking her head, bemused. "Do you need me to take you to homeroom?" she asked. "Would that make you feel better?" Brigid could see that this was likely not the first time the monitor had been through this, having to deal with a nervous new kid who had started off ashamed to sit with her, only to wind up too scared to walk into the building without her. Of course, there was a good chance this was the first time that child was actually a fully grown adult... Or that the real reason they were so anxious was because they were on the verge of pooping their Pull-Ups.
"N-No," Brigid protested. "I-I can do it, I-I just..."
She cut herself off, unable to continue speaking for a second as the rumbling inside intensified, requiring her full attention once more. "Okay," Mrs. Reeves said. "Then get up and get marching out that door. The driver can't wait on us all day, and we're already almost the last ones on..."
"I-I can't!" Brigid kicked her legs in frustration.
"Then come on," Mrs. Reeves took her by surprise, picking her up and setting her down in the aisle, grabbing her hand. Brigid gasped as she felt her backside lifting off the seat, positive that would be the end, but, thankfully, the cramp subsided just enough that her knees didn't immediately bend when her feet hit the floor, and she didn't let go, any more than she already had.
She shuffled along beside Mrs. Reeves, feeling her trainers clinging to her, sniffing the air cautiously, praying that nobody could smell what had happened. For the moment, anyway, she forgot all about what she should be doing today, about who she really was, becoming, completely, a little girl on her first day at a new school, terrified that her classmates would discover her biggest secret, that they were all going to make fun of her as she was escorted through the halls by the bus monitor.
"O-Oh!" she squealed as they passed by a bathroom, blessed relief in sight. "C-Can I...?"
She tugged at Mrs. Reeves' hand, but the woman's grip didn't waver. "You can't be late your first day," she told her. "You can wait a few minutes, right?"
She should be able to, no problem... At the moment, however, she wasn't so sure... She also, unfortunately, didn't have much of a choice, as Mrs. Reeves kept going, forcing her to follow, staring at the bathroom door wistfully while it passed by.
"Here we are!" Mrs. Reeves declared. "Have a good day, dear... You can tell me about it on the ride home this afternoon, okay?"
Brigid nodded without thinking, without considering that she was committing to sit with the woman again on the way back. All she wanted to do now was get away from her, and get to a toilet. "Okay," she mumbled. "Th-Thank you..."
Mrs. Reeves smiled, seeming to be in a much better mood again. "Of course! Now, here you go..." She ushered Brigid into the classroom, up to the desk at the front, where a very handsome man, right around Brigid's age, was standing. "Mr. Dorley, this is your new student!"
"Right on time," the man said as the bell rang outside in the hall, giving Brigid a firm glare that made her squirm, certain he could see through her, and tell not only that she was in a Pull-Up, but also the sorry state of it. "It's always a good idea to try to be early," he told her. "Let that be your first lesson."
"Y-Yes, sir," she blushed, fidgeting. "Umm, c-could I..?"
"Class," Mr. Dorley announced, taking her by the shoulders and turning her around to face the other students, Brigid's heart racing as she felt his hands on her, even though she knew he saw her as a child, and definitely not an equal, despite her being fully aware that was what they were. "This is your new classmate, Miss Brigid Benson."
"Hi, Brigid," they all said at once. It was almost scary how in unison they were, how they'd all been sitting politely at their desks even before the bell had sounded. Was that because of how strict the school in general was, or was it because Mr. Dorley was an especially stern teacher? She didn't like either thought, not when she was a student here.
"Why don't you tell us about yourself?" Mr. Dorley asked.
"Umm..." Brigid had always hated that question, and it had been a long time since she'd had to answer it... And her current situation didn't make it any easier, staring back at the other students, wiggling and praying she wasn't going to feel another cramp while she was up here, in front of them... She felt a tiny bit more stable now that she wasn't on the bus, but it wasn't anywhere near enough to convince her she wasn't moments away from an accident. "M-My name is... Brigid..."
It was strange, calling herself that, inviting these children to use that name... She didn't exactly have a choice, however; she doubted her teacher would take kindly to her asking them to address her as Ms. Benson. "And what do you like to do?" Mr. Dorley prompted.
"Umm..." Brigid fidgeted again. What kind of things were kids this age into? What would seem appropriate, and not make her classmates see her as silly and childish? "Coloring?" she tried, the only thing she could think of, thanks to all the time she'd spent writing lines in crayon the night before.
"Very good," Mr. Dorley said dryly, clearly unimpressed. "All right, class, now it's time to go to English. Line up, please." They all got up from their desks, lining up in a perfectly straight line, while Mr. Dorley kept his hand on Brigid's shoulder. "Come along," he ordered. "I'll show you the way."
"B-But..." Brigid groaned. "I-I need..."
"Miss Benson," Mr. Dorley snapped. "Students in my class are not late, and you are not going to be the exception." It didn't seem she had a choice, either, as he marched her out the door, guiding her down the halls, heart pounding as she hoped she could hold it at least until they got where they were going, so she wouldn't poop her pants in front of him... She had a feeling that was something else he wouldn't approve of the students in his class doing, and she didn't want to find out what happened when one of those students disappointed him...