Diaper U, Chapter 5

Jeez, I'm almost caught up with my backlog!

Contains: Messy diapers, spanking, teasing

...

Daniel couldn’t see what went on behind him, and his focus was stolen by the spanking machine still paddling away at his utterly mushy diaper, but he heard the conversation nonetheless.

“Turn that off.” A new voice, but a familiar one.

“Okay, let me explain something–You’re just a student, you can’t tell me what to do. Interfere with discipline, and you could get in trouble next.” Rachel, standing right next to Daniel’s face while she spoke.

Footsteps, and then the new voice in hushed tones. “He’s telling the truth, and we can’t explain here. I promise.”

That’s Jen! Daniel realized, whimpering as a particularly devastating strike smashed his swollen, packed diaper into him.

“How do you know?”

“I saw what really happened.”

Rachel did something, and the spanking stopped.

Daniel exhaled, whimpering as the residual stinging continued to burn, even as the relief washed over him.

“Fine,” Rachel said. “But if you’re trying to trick me so that I’ll go easy on this spark, I’ll drag you out there and set you down next to him when I restart the spell.”

Jen’s gulp rang in Daniel’s ears. “Fine.”

The machine that held Daniel in place disapparated, sent back to the plane from whence it’d been conjured, and Daniel fell backwards, thrown off balance by the weight hanging around his hips. He landed with a painful splchrh on his aching, padded bottom, squeaking in pain.

Jen offered him a hand. He accepted, wobbling to his feet. His skirt wasn’t long enough to cover the sagging, darkly stained diaper around him, and of course nothing existed to counteract the smell, but at least the pain had ended.

“Can I, um,” he said, “Go get changed?”

“Once I know you’re being honest,” Rachel grabbed his wrist with one hand, and Jen’s with the other, and dragged them both out of the grand hall.

It was a struggle for Daniel to keep up, waddling with all the smushy weight between his thighs, but he managed to keep from toppling onto his face as Rachel towed him and Jen down the grand, marble corridors of the prestigious university. Other students, dispersed from the meeting, smirked at him as he was pulled past, and he briefly worried that she’d make them go all the way back to the dorms before they spoke, past practically the entire student body.

Instead, just two halls down, Rachel threw open the door to a small closet and pulled them inside.

Janitorial closets were janitorial closets, no matter where you went. Sure, the brooms and mops were enchanted to work on their own, and the plastic chemical jugs were full of potions and oils to remove stains with a puff of fairy dust, but otherwise the space seemed all too familiar, and could have been found in any office building the world over.

“Explain,” Rachel said, whirling on Jen as the door closed.

Jen hesitated, putting a hand to her face. “Um–”

“What?” Rachel snapped. “I knew it, you’re just covering for him, right?”

“No, I just…” With a finger under her nose, Jen’s voice took on a nasal quality. “There’s not much airflow in here.”

Daniel had been thinking the same thing, but still turned pink when she said it. “Sorry.”

“Oh for–” Rachel started, waving a wand. The smell seemed to redouble in Daniel’s nostrils, and he screwed up his face. “There.”

“Thanks,” Jen said, breathing more deeply.

“Wait–”

“Law of distribution,” Rachel rolled her eyes. “Easier to transfer the smell somewhere else than make it go away. You were already picking up the slack for my nose, too–now you’ll just start to stink worse to yourself the more people are around you.”

“That’s not fair,” Daniel protested.

“I don’t care,” Rachel retorted. “Spark. Explain.”

He thought she was asking him to explain, but apparently Rachel just called all first-year students that, as Jen swallowed and started talking. “I volunteered to show Daniel a shortcut, because we were running a little behind and didn’t want to be late to the assembly. It was my idea to cut through the teacher’s area. While we were walking, though, we got noticed. Daniel took the blame for me, saying he was alone while I hid to stay out of trouble.”

Rachel tilted her head, curious. Her gaze drifted onto Daniel, briefly reevaluating him, before she caught up on a detail. “Then why didn’t you just explain this in the grand hall?”

Daniel swallowed, thinking up a quick lie. Jen had taken the lead on keeping the teacher’s conversation a secret, and he wouldn’t contradict her. “Because, erm–your punishments seem kind of draconian, and I didn’t want to get Jen into trouble. She was just trying to be nice to me, I wasn’t going to rat her out.”

Thinking it over, Rachel’s eyes darted back and forth, questioning the story. Her eyes landed back on Jen. “So he was protecting you.”

“Yeah,” she said. “He didn’t do anything wrong. He didn’t know it was against the rules to cut through the teacher’s hall, I did.”

“Except lie,” Rachel said, “Though I suppose a lie can be forgiven if it’s for a good reason.”

Daniel breathed out a sigh of relief, then resumed taking as shallow of breaths as he could.

Rachel’s face hardened. “What’s harder to forgive is watching a fellow student get punished for your mistakes.”

Oh. Oh no.

Jen’s eyes widened. “Wait, but I stepped in–”

“It took you almost ten minutes. Were you hoping I’d just decide to stop for no reason?” Rachel asked. “Or were you just too much chicken to help?”

Jen swallowed. Now was the moment of truth–she could tell the full truth, or keep the lie going and accept the consequences.

She looked at Daniel. He nodded, slightly, trying to communicate the thought, ‘I’ll follow your lead.’

Jen swallowed, her voice squeaking. “I was scared.”

Rachel’s eyes narrowed. “You know the only thing I like less than upstart pricks like Danny who think the rules don’t apply to them?”

Shaking her head, Jen took a step back, bumping into a shelf of cleaning potions. “What?”

“Cowards who let other people suffer to save their own neck.” Reaching out, Rachel grabbed Jen’s wrist, twisting it up in a way that looked particularly uncomfortable, then stepped towards the door. Over her shoulder, she added, “You’re back on detention, spark. Go wait in your room.”

“What are you going to do with her?” Daniel asked, hurrying to follow them out of the closet.

Rachel paused, turning to face Daniel. He could see Jen’s expression clearly, absolute pleading terror, but Rachel didn’t give specifics. “I don’t have carte blanche with her, unlike you. I’m going to go to the principal and find out precisely where the line can be drawn, and then walk her right up to that point.”

“Wait–” Daniel started. “I…”

He almost gave the full truth, but Jen recognized his intent and shook her head, ever so slightly. Rachel sneered. “What?”

“...go easy on her, please,” Daniel said. “I’m not mad at her.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Justice doesn’t care who you’re mad at, spark.” Twisting Jen’s arm a little more, she pulled her away. “Go back to your room. I’ll come deal with your diaper before you rash. Probably.”

Daniel swallowed, but there was nothing he could do. Jen gave him a slight nod, though her resolve didn’t dispel her fear. There was nothing he could do. Rachel dragged Jen away.

He weighed his options. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted going along with Jen and keeping the information they’d learned to a secret, but it was too late to change that.

Besides, they had no proof. Just a story, without so much as a name attached to it. He couldn’t just go spilling the story to the principal, not without some kind of evidence that he wasn’t just pulling the whole story out of his diaper.

Then again…he had a few minutes, and he was no slouch when it came to magic. Rachel wouldn’t be coming straight to his room. He might have as much as several hours.

Closing the door to the broom closet, he turned and inspected his options. Cleaning potions, more cleaning potions, and–yup, down on the bottom were cleaning potions.

But the labels were specific, and clearly set out. He could see the ingredients listed clearly. Strictly speaking, these ‘potions’ weren’t meant to be ingested, but there wasn’t anything exactly toxic in them.

Dragging over a galvanized steel mop bucket with his foot, Daniel gathered a few different potions, using the lines in the bucket to pour out precise measurements. An aerosol can and a little spark from magic–something so simple he didn’t even need a wand for it–provided the flame, and a bit of chanting provided the purpose.

Stain remover, it turned out, had a lot of the same base ingredients as a potion of invisibility, all it took was some tweaking and some intent.

He murmured over the bubbling bucket, an incantation of intent, angling the aerosol to get the flame right where it needed to be. Once the potion turned clear, he set aside the flame, cleaned up the mess he’d made, and waited for the liquid to cool.

Alright. Here goes nothing.

Raising the bucket up to his lips, he tipped it back.

Gross, gross, gross, gross–

It tasted like extremely overboiled peas and chalk. He choked the whole slurry down, hoping that nothing would cause any problems with his digestive system in the meantime.

The whole potion comprised a lot of liquid–most of a quart–but he couldn’t risk it wearing off too early, so he drank the whole thing, wiping the dribble off his chin. Catching a glimpse of his arm, he looked down, delighted to see his whole body fading to invisibility. It only got his visual components, he could still hear his shoes squeak on the floor as he stood up straight, but at least the second most noticeable aspect around him–the smell–had already been dealt with by Rachel.

Setting aside the bucket, he moved to listen through the door. He couldn’t hear anyone outside, so he pushed it open, creeping out of the broom closet and into the hallway.

Instantly, as his surroundings were filled with a handful of distracted students coming and going, the stink in his nostrils redoubled, but nobody seemed to notice him. He wrinkled his nose, though it did little to deal with the noxious odor magically forced onto his senses, and he resigned himself to just dealing with it.

He crept, at first, sneaking along the side of the wall like something out of a spy movie, but it quickly became obvious that this wasn’t necessary. Nobody noticed the single pair of extra footsteps in a crowded hall, and after a few moments he gave up on the act and just walked normally, while making sure to give everyone else a wide berth so he wouldn’t accidentally bump into them.

Shuffling down the hall, he followed the route back in his head. It was hard to remember exactly how he’d gotten from the back hallway while being forced along by a faculty member, but there weren’t that many diverging paths down the main hall.

He only had to back track once, waddling out of a corridor that led to class rooms, ultimately finding his way down the correct hall.

It was a long shot. A really long shot, in fact, that the teacher had left behind any damning evidence of whatever sinister plan she was working on, but it couldn’t hurt to check.

The hallway was as deserted as it’d been before the assembly, and he made his way down clearly. Without recalling the exact room number, he had to just go by feel and start checking doors, hoping he found the right one.

He knew it when he saw it. An alchemical room, with several broken pieces of large glassware, flasks and beakers that’d been dropped onto the floor. The crash he’d heard when initially walking down this hall, and a mess that hadn’t yet been cleaned up.

Closing the door, he carefully stepped inside, looking around.

“Alright,” he said aloud. “Time to find evidence.”

A girl’s voice giggled nearby. “Who are you talking to, dummy?”