Story #23: (Almost) Nobody Goes to Kindergarten in Diapers

Story #23: (Almost) Nobody Goes to Kindergarten in Diapers: Tyson was excited, but also more than a little bit nervous. He was finally graduating from the clear infancy of preschool, and instead climbing the ladder of maturity into kindergarten! He'd be a big kid who got to go to a real school and who got to learn big kid stuff! There was really only one problem: he still hadn't progressed past Pampers, and any attempts at pottytraining had been poorly received by his abilities. It didn't help that he'd had to overhear the same phrase being uttered to his parents, over and over again, over the last couple of years: "Nobody goes to Kindergarten in diapers!" As if it was some native force of the universe. He'd apparently broken that intrinsic rule, since as he was changed out of his full overnight diaper, he was being put in a fresh one to wear to school. Tyson had been one of the last holdouts of his preschool class, and he hadn't even shared full solidarity, as he had been the last in true diapers, while the few others had advanced to training pants. It wasn't even like he was wanting to hang onto his diapers, but he just couldn't go very long without having an accident. He sat at the kitchen table, his little legs kicking anxiously back and forth, as he ate a bountiful breakfast. His mother was getting his lunchbox together and trying to hype up how fun it would be for Tyson to start school. The boy wasn't giving man responses, instead just focusing on his waffles and nodding halfheartedly at her attempts. His silence would continue past the point of getting the velcro of his shoes snapped on and him sitting in his booster seat in the car. His own introspection, or rather the grisly feedback loop of anxious 'what-ifs' was internally deafening and didn't allow for anything resembling conversation. Soon enough, he was being dropped off at the doorway to his new class. His tiny hands clutched at the straps of his backpack, which itself contained the very shame that was haunting him. His mother gave him a kiss on the cheek and took his teacher off to the side to talk. Tyson toddled into the room, his puffy diaper luckily well concealed by the overalls he had on; the high-pitched cacophony of excitable voices also helped to veil the crinkles that followed his every step. The morning went by without much of a hitch, though Tyson's nerves never fully settled; it wasn't until early afternoon that he was starting to feel a pressure building in his gut. He began to fidget restlessly on the floor, where he was coloring a picture with some of his new classmates. The hefty breakfast that he had gorged himself on was coming back to bite him, and it would only be scant moments until it was also nibbling at the noses of twenty other rugrats. Tyson leaned to the side, lifting his padded rump ever so slightly off the floor. He gave a moderate push and felt warm gas ripple into the bottom of his diaper. It helped to ease the pressure, but the feeling of needing to go was still somewhat imminent. Unsatisfied that the pressure hadn't fully subsided, he gambled and pushed harder on his bowels; the reward being a much sloppier, longwinded fart that sputtered hard against his padding and which was followed immediately by two shorter rasps. The girl he was closest to made a face and screeched an 'EWWW! HE FARTED!', which was quick to garner some laughter from the rest of his immediate classmates. Tyson could feel his cheeks burning from the callout, but worse, he could feel that the train had left the proverbial station down south; with his rump still lifted off the floor, he was now pooping in his diaper. Tyson himself was fairly silent, trying to keep his strained grunts quiet as he clenched his fists and began to push. He could feel the hot mush beginning to coalesce into a pile underneath his buttocks. The diaper puffed out slowly, expanding and pushing against the denim backside of his overalls. "And he's POOPING HIS PANTS!" Came the next accusation, as it was a less subtle affair than he had assumed. "N-nuh-uh.." He muttered with red cheeks and gritted teeth, unable to form any real argument under these trying conditions. His diaper was still filling, and he couldn't speed things up, though now his bladder was letting loose as well. The girl looked steamed at the boy's dishonesty. She huffed in irritation and stomped her way toward him. "You're not s'pposta lie!" She scolded, suddenly unbuttoning the straps of his overalls, which caused the bib of the garment to wilt over his knees. His fingers scrambled to undo this indignity, but while he did, the girl doubled around him and shoved him forward. Tyson was now on his tummy, with his rump up in the air, and the last of his dignity quickly slipping away. The girl tugged down on his pantlegs and finally revealed something quite shocking: her classmate wasn't sporting poopy underoos, but a loaded diaper! Like a big baby! "He's wearing a DIAPER! He's a BABY!" There were gasps, followed immediately by cruel laughter. Tyson felt cut down, and to finish this debasing performance, he let out a final gassy eruption in his smelly Huggies, the final volley of filth enough to stain his diaper a putrid brown. The teacher would be quick to his rescue, but it would already be too late for his reputation. There was certainly a reason that kids weren't supposed to go to Kindergarten still in diapers.