A Diaper Dimension Story
Catherine Benton, math teacher at Hippolyta Middle School, sat on the toilet in one of the girls’ restrooms. In front of her, the door of her stall had just been swung open. Standing at the door, staring at her was Allison Jaruwalski, one of her seventh grade students. In Catherine’s hands were a pair of panties and a skirt, both wet due to the fact that she had not quite made it to the toilet on time, despite the rush that had prevented her from remembering to lock the door properly.
The scenario would be bad in any context. For a Little in Amazon society, it was the Kiss of Death. It mattered not how old the Little nor how young the Amazon, once the former had a potty accident in front of the latter, there could be only one outcome.
Today would be no exception, but it would be unlike many such encounters before it.
“I’m sorry, Miss Benton,” Allison whispered. “I couldn’t think of anything else that would work.”
Allison took a deep breath, as if preparing herself, then continued speaking.
“To think I believed you were different,” Allison said loudly. “I’m disappointed in you, Miss Ben-no.” Allison shook herself. “I’m disappointed in you, Catherin-no, Cathy. How can you teach middle school when you can’t keep your panties dry. That’s something even kindergartners figure out. An adult shouldn’t have any problems; but, then, maybe you aren’t an adult after all.”
Throughout her student’s tirade Catherine… Cathy now… had closed her eyes, struggling not to cry. It took her a few moments to realize that something sounded… off. When Cathy opened her eyes again, she saw Allison was not looking at her. Even as she continued talking about how Cathy was no better than her own Little sister when her diapers leaked, Allison was watching the door.
“Come on.” Allison held out her hand.
Before doing anything, Cathy started to put on her panties again.
“Leave them off,” Allison instructed quietly.
“I said leave them off,” Allison repeated, this time in a shout. “When we walk out of this room everybody needs to see what you did!”
Before Cathy could even attempt to argue further, Allison grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the hallway dressed in nothing but her blouse and socks. Cathy’s wet skirt and panties were held tightly in her free hand, visible to any onlookers. Her shoes, kicked off so Cathy could remove and inspect the damage to her clothing, were left on the bathroom floor where they’d been discarded.
Cathy struggled to keep up with Allison as she marched along. It didn’t help that as she moved Cathy looked around her to see if anyone was there to see her humiliation. She caught sight of one person as she and Allison passed her. An In-Betweener girl, not much taller than Cathy, who Cathy recognized by face but not by name. The girl watched them pass, eyes wide. She seemed about to try and stop them, but thought better of it.
The halls were otherwise empty. It was near the end of the school day, and last period was finishing up. In fact…
“Shouldn’t you be in class right now?” Cathy asked.
“I ditched,” Allison replied in a whisper.
“What?” Cathy asked. “Why?”
“To make sure I could get to you before Ramirez did.”
With that answer, everything began to fall into place.
“My ‘accident’ was nothing of the sort,” Cathy seethed.
“Oh, I highly doubt that, Miss Benton,” a man’s voice said. Both Amazon and Little froze.
Entering the hall behind them was a man of impressive height even for an Amazon. He easily towered over both Cathy and Allison. He looked the pair up and down before turning to Allison.
“So it seems the inevitable happened, Miss Jaruwalski?”
“I-If by that, Mr. Pavel, you mean Miss Be-er, Cathy had an accident, then yes.”
The tall teacher nodded.
“No surprise. We were pressured to hire for diversity but…” Pavel sighed theatrically, “everyone knew it was only a matter of time. I’ll arrange to have someone manage the remainder of her class today.” He smiled. “At least it’s Friday, so we have until Monday for to get her replacement. Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be in sixth period, Miss Jaruwalski?”
“I was feeling sick,” Allison said promptly. “Something I ate, I think. I left last period because I had to throw up. That’s how I found Cathy.” She held up Cathy’s hands, lifting the bottomless Little up to her toes. “She ran into the stall next to mine just a tad too late.”
“I see.” Vice-Principal Pavel’s eyes narrowed. “Then get ‘Cathy’ here to the Home Economics classroom. They’ll have everything to care for her properly and you can go back to class.”
“Actually, Mr. Pavel,” Allison responded, “I-I was thinking I’d take her back home. My parents have been talking about adopting a playmate for my Little sister at home. Seems a perfect chance.”
Pavel’s face turned grotesque from the grin that appeared on it.
“Aren’t you going to put her into a diaper, first?”
“Um… no,” Allison said, then, more quickly, “I told her to carry her wet clothes so everyone could see right away that she can’t trusted with panties or big girl clothes.”
“Not bad. Yes, I think that will send a message just diapering her could never convey. Very well, take her home and get her situated. I’ll explain to your teacher that you left with my permission and we’ll see you on Monday.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Pavel.”
Allison hurriedly led Cathy out of the school building, leaving Cathy’s career as a schoolteacher behind it.
True to her word, Allison did not diaper or otherwise re-dress Cathy. She was led naked but for a pair of socks from the waist down and carrying the clothes that would have been covering her bottom half had she not peed in them. More than a few passerby pointed and laughed as she was led along. An occasional Little watched her go by, in their eyes a mix of sympathy and “better her than me.”
After about thirty minutes of walking, Allison had led Cathy to a suburb with several two-story homes. Allison opened the fence into one, painted a pastel blue. Cathy had to catch her breath thanks to the pace Allison had set.
“Mom! Dad!” Allison called as soon as she was inside. “I’m home!”
There was no response. Cathy assumed that meant nobody else was home. Once Allison was sure of that herself, she let out a sigh and let her shoulders sag.
“Come on, Miss Benton,” Allison said, leading Cathy further into the house. “It’s not much but you can borrow a pair of pants from my sister. I’m afraid she doesn’t have any underwear, though, unless you want to wear a diaper right away.”
She guided Cathy to a nursery. Knowing Allison’s family had a Little, Cathy was not surprised to note that she could fit comfortably on or in every piece of furniture in the room. Allison pointed out the dresser where she could get a pair of pants then, to Cathy’s surprise, turned her back to the Little.
“Seems kind of late to worry about my modesty after marching me half naked over several blocks,” Cathy said as she pulled on a pair of pastel pink shorts. They were on the baggy side, since they were meant to be worn with a diaper, but Cathy was just fine putting off that part for even a little bit longer.
After taking off her socks, dirty due to the walk, Cathy told Allison she could turn around. Since she had not changed her shirt, Allison turned to find her former teacher barefoot, dressed in a white button down blouse and baggy pink shorts decorated with puppy paws.
“I’m sorry about that,” Allison said. She averted her eyes from Cathy’s face. “I had to act fast. Get you out of the school as quick I could.”
“Because of Ramirez?” Cathy asked. Allison nodded.
“Which Ramirez?” Cathy asked. “The teacher or the student?”
“Does it matter?” Allison asked. “They’re mother and daughter, anyway.”
“Point taken.” Cathy began pacing the nursery. “The mother has made more than her share of remarks that I’d be better helping her teach home ec than teaching math myself.”
Allison shuddered. Cathy did not notice.
“On the other hand, the daughter’s been failing my class. She’s failing most of them but mine’s the only one taught by a Little,” Cathy’s tone grew ironic, “so that, of course, had to be a mistake.”
“I overheard them talking after home ec,” Allison said. “They said on Friday they’d put something in your coffee to make you have to pee badly.”
“Then when I had my accident, they’d swoop in, get me diapered like I should’ve been from the start, and that would be that. Since it was Friday they’d have all weekend to break me, too, if they were worried about anyone missing me. Except, of course, you got to me first.”
“I… I couldn’t let that happen,” Allison said. Cathy noticed her voice had become shaky. “They aren’t very good to the Little they already have. Y… You deserved better, even if ‘better’ is just… just convincing my parents to adopt you instead.”
Tears began forming in Allison’s eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. “You’re not like any other Little I’d ever met. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you, but the only thing I could think of was take you before they did.” Allison wiped at her eyes with her hands. “I destroyed your life as much they would’ve!”
Cathy was stunned. She stood there, eyes wide, as the thirteen year old Amazon cried her eyes out and apologized for doing what her kind had done to Littles since time immemorial.
Maybe there’s hope for them yet, Cathy thought. I better comfort her before she convinces herself otherwise.
She walked to Cathy and held her arms open. The girl took the hint and she fell to her knees to embrace the Little who had once been her teacher. Cathy, being barely two-thirds the younger girl’s size, staggered under the weight but stayed firm on her feet, hugging Allison back.
“You’re far better than Ramirez or her daughter,” Cathy told her. “You’re better than a lot of people out there. You truly wanted to protect me from something you knew would be terrible. I’d be lying if I said I was happy about becoming someone’s baby. But-urk…”
Allison’s hug suddenly became tighter for a moment. A few desperate taps on her shoulder from Cathy made her loosen her grasp.
“I’m not happy about it, Allison, but I’ll let you in on a secret.”
Allison released Cathy, who took a few steps back.
“None of us want to admit it, and we’ll do whatever it takes to avoid it as long as possible, but every Little who lives among you Amazons knows deep down that this,” Cathy gestured to the nursery around her, “is inevitable. Even the ones like me who try to make it work as adults know the moment will come. The moment where we piss off someone who thinks we should be pissing ourselves, or the moment where some vulnerability shows in the wrong place and the wrong time, or just a moment where we’re sick and tired of fighting it and simply let someone take us.”
Cathy approached Allison and rested a hand on her shoulder.
“Every Little knows that moment will come. Mine came the moment I drank my diuretic-laced morning coffee. In fact, when you get right down to it, I hit all three. I ticked off the wrong person. You caught me with my wet pants down, and…” Cathy sighed. “If the choice is the nursery or having to keep looking over my shoulder for the next attempt to force an accident, I’ll take the nursery. I’m not happy about becoming a baby, but if it has to happen at least I know I’ll have a Mommy truly out to protect me.”
Allison was quiet for a moment. Then she began crying again. Unlike before, at least, she smiled as she did. She hugged Cathy again, picked her up, and stood.
“I promise I will!” Allison wailed. “I promise to not let anything happen to you! I’ll be a good Mommy! I swear it!”
“That remains to be seen, young lady!”
The voice shocked Amazon and Little out of their personal moment. Both looked at the nursery door to see an Amazon woman standing over the both of them. Clinging to the woman’s hand was a Little dressed in a bluish-green jacket and red skirt. Cathy recognized the uniform of one of the local daycares. Pinned to the Little’s chest was a name tag with “Eloise” written on it.
“M-mom!” Allison stammered. Her grip on Cathy suddenly tightened as the she saw the unamused expression on her mother’s face.