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  1. Sarah sighed, settling down on her padded rear. She had just returned to her dorm after a grueling Advanced Psych midterm and was too mentally exhausted to do any kind of work. She sighed, finally being able to not worry about her hardest exam and getting ready to start a relaxing two days until classes restarted after the weekend. As she was stretching in her desk chair, she failed to realize that her diaper, which had been bone dry until the walk back to her third-floor dorm, was just on the verge of leaking. Unfortunately, the popping of her back was the final straw. The constant warmth around her pussy and butt turned into an unfamiliar heat on her lower thighs, and she sprang into a half-standing crouch. “Shit” she muttered, too tired to fully verbalize the embarrassment of leaking at her age, “What am I, a middle schooler?” As she made her way over to her dresser, shuffling to prevent more leaks, she grew aware of a slight fullness in the depths of her intestines. She felt her lower tummy, with a mild level of surprise more than anything, ‘I must have been more stressed than I thought’ she realized. Before she moved to get a new diaper to change into, she thought about the eternal young adult ruler; pride. Doing the mental calculus, she soon concluded (despite math being her second worst subject and having nothing to do with her major) that it would cost less time, effort, and embarrassment, to make a mess in the overfull diaper she was wearing now while catching the leaks on a towel, then washing the towel, over having to go to her advisor for another package of diapers. “Damn, am I really down to two?” she muttered to herself, having come to a standstill in the middle of her dorm room. She really should start being better about staying on top of her supply, she thought, but then she remembered the reason she kept putting it off; her advisor, Professor Parker. Prof. Parker was the head of the social sciences department and was incredibly intelligent, charismatic, and beautiful. She was loved by everyone in any of her classes and was well-liked by most of the student body. There were a variety of reasons for her popularity, ranging from her very helpful tutoring sessions, her kind nature about test retaking and late work, or her absolutely fantastic ass. Of course, her ass was hardly her only positive physical characteristic. Her brilliant red hair, the color of Sarah’s favorite strawberry jam, her wonderful curves and muscles, courtesy of genetics and a close friendship with the head of the P.E. department, her eclectic sense of style, with wide mirrored shades or shutter glasses hiding her fern green eyes as often as not, or her already incredible height of six foot two in socks (often increased by two or three-inch heels), had all been debated to death. Sarah, however, being one of the few who had decently regular and extended contact with her, was able to determine what made Ms. Parker a truly beautiful woman. Her genuine caring nature, always making sure that her advisees were well cared for, and her motherly nature always shining through in hers and Sarah’s one-on-one sessions in her office. ‘And that godamn, sexy as fuck slight Irish brogue’ Sarah had always had a thing for accents. Ms. Parker was a genuinely good woman and was the advisor of all the full-ride academic scholarships for social sciences, of which Sarah was one of the recipients. Despite all the wonderful things that Ms. Parker was and did, Sarah had started to avoid her more and more over the last several weeks. This was partly because Sarah was worried about disappointing her with her recent academic performance, which had dipped in the last week or so, as she devoted more time to studying for her core class mid-terms, but was mostly because Sarah had developed a massive crush on Ms. Parker and was worried that she’d do something to embarrass herself. It didn’t help that Sarah always got slightly wet whenever Ms. Parker called her “Pet” in her beautiful Irish lilt, which was distressingly often when she went in to ask for more of her school-funded diapers. Her scholarship got her free ones until she graduated, sure, but there needed to be some control, to make sure she wasn’t wasting the money the college gave her. As she came to from her brief trip down recollection road, she realized that the feeling of fulness in her gut had quickly grown into a desperate cramping need. She leant over to where the towels were drying on the elevated bed of her dorm mate, grabbed one and laid it on the ground. She quickly kicked off her shoes and socks before crouching down over the pure white towel. As Sarah got into a position that put less pressure on her intestines, her shockingly warm mess immediately began to flow into the already full seat of her soaked diaper without her consciously releasing it. The hard plug that had caused her to even be aware of the potential mess, instead of only realizing she had shit when she sat onto her mess while going to class or using her computer, shot out quickly and settled between her legs. It was almost instantly followed by an incredibly warm mush spreading across the cleft of her ass and then being pushed out to the seat of her diaper along her silky white skin. The warmth of her insides was spreading around her crotch as more and more poop settled beneath her butt cheeks, making her already huge diaper drop even further between her legs. As the warm mush stopped falling down and began pilling up between her butt-cheeks, forcing the rear padding to be pushed back even further, extending her already sizable ass, the mess began being pushed out to the sides, along her soft ass cheeks, instead of between or below them. Her diaper finally gave up the ghost when her poop began pulling the rest of the absorbent material taught. The light dripping became a consistent pittle-pattle and the pure white towel began to stain yellow. It was so full that the indicator, usually a light blue when used, had disappeared. She finally stopped releasing when the warmth had turned the light-yellow back of her diaper an earthy brown. Her diaper had courageously held on throughout the process, having kept ahold of the heavy weight of her use by sogging down to the middle of her thick thighs. Sarah shifted her wide hips, listening to the plastic-y crinkle turn to a heavy sloshing from all the liquid she had put into it. Her hand went to the rear of her diaper, feeling the heft of the mess she had just made. It was certainly one of the largest she had ever made, and she was grateful her scholarship came with a decently high-end diaper supply. Just as she was reaching to undo her tapes and let the diaper drop to the towel, her phone buzzed. It was an email, from Prof. Parker. The subject line read “Meeting. Important” and the content was only a sentence or so long. “Dear Ms. Anderson, please meet me in my office as soon as possible. We have some important matters to discuss Pet. With Love, Pamala Parker” Sarah did not read into the “With Love” sign off, as Prof. Parker used that with everything, even her grading, but she did quickly let her diaper drop and rolled it up before tossing it into the diaper bin. She hurried with the cleanup, wiping herself down with a wet wipe, before putting on her lavender scented powder and oil. She taped up her new diaper as efficiently as possible, and quickly put a new plaid skirt over it. Jumping into new socks, she velcroid up her shoes, and made sure her hair looked pretty and put together in her pigtails. Happy that she wouldn’t embarrass herself, she quickly grabbed her keys before heading off to the bus stop, her diaper just peeking out from beneath her schoolgirl skirt. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hello, My name is Mr. Lister. This is my first real step into this kind of writing, or any writing in general really, so I am a bit nervous. Please leave your thoughts, because I want to see how I did. I want to continue writing these short little stories, so I don't know how this will go, but I may extend some of the ones people really like. Thanks, have a great time.
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