Jessica obeyed, and another fork of vegetables was pushed into her mouth. She chewed, and swallowed.
They were sitting in the lunch room. Separate from the main hall and fall smaller, it consisted of rows of high chairs, a scant few toys for people who had finished eating, and a mural of cartoon food on the wall. Most of the students were being fed in the high chairs, while some who had advanced were either sitting in chairs or their caretakers’ laps being fed, while even fewer were feeding themselves under watchful eyes. Jessica, of course, thanks to Becky’s work, was always guaranteed a spot in a high chair being fed. Becky always had ways to ensure she stayed on the lowest rungs.
“Ops! Try to keep it in sweetie!” Becky said cheerily, scooping up food from Jessica’s bib and chin and putting it back in her mouth. "You’re going to have to do better then that if you ever want to feed yourself.
Jessica sighed. There it was. Becky had deliberately spilled the food, of course, then spoke loud enough to ensure everyone had heard.
Becky put on a fake pouty face. “Awww don’t be so sad. At least you can still eat solid food. No baby food for big girl Jessica! Yayy!”
Jessica rolled her eyes. However, knowing what Becky’s ‘rules’ for her were, she pretended to cheer along. To do otherwise would mean one of Becky’s secret punishments.
“All done!” Becky said. “Now sit tight until feeding time is over.”
The humiliated woman put her elbows on the high chair’s table and rested her chin on them. She looked around at the other students. It was pretty clear she didn’t belong with them. Of course, the others didn’t see it that way. Worse still, they often seemed to agree with that sentiment, but from the opposite end. To them, Becky was trying her best, and doing a wonderful job of helping Jessica and keeping her out of the lower rungs. The reality was far worse…
“Which test do you want to pass? The academic, or the potty training?” she had asked Jessica.
“Uhh… what? OW!” the diapered girl, squirming over Becky’s lap as she delivered as ‘reminder’ spanking, said.
“I’ll either let you pass the academic class or the next potty training. So, do you want to be a dumb diaper girl, or a smart baby?” She spanked Jessica again.
“I… OW! What?”
“Can’t decide? Alright. I’ll help you study for the academic test, but there is no way you are passing the potty test.”
Becky wouldn’t explain what that meant, and Jessica was more then nervous. Both tests were that day, and simultaneous. Becky had helped her study for the academic, going over different symbols and puzzles Jessica hadn’t seen before, so she was certain to have something up her sleeve.
“Alright caretakers! Bring your toddlers to the pre school home run in 25 minutes for the test. Remember, if they ask to use the bathroom, they have until the test begins. Good luck!”
“Come on Jessy!” Becky said, and opened the high chair. She let Jessica down then attached the leash to her romper. She picked up a back pack, slung it over her shoulder, and pulled the leash.
Becky led Jessica through the halls and away from the home room. Jessica at first didn’t know where they were going, but soon she recognized the halls. When Becky’s two big friends returned on either side of her, she began to panic.
“NO!” she said, pulling on the leash. “Please no!”
“Now now Jessica, wheres your paci? Don’t talk out, or you’ll get a spanking.”
Jessica was forcibly silenced with the pacifier and dragged into the diaper storage room. Once there, the door was locked, and Jessica’s shoulders were grabbed.
“Alright then Jessica, time for our next game,” the supposed caretaker took off her backpack and opened it up. She pulled out a massive zip lock bag full of brown beans, followed by two bottles of milk and two of water. “We agreed you could pass one test today. Since I helped you study for the academic test, we need to make sure you won’t pass the potty training one, as if you had a chance anyway. So, we got you two bottles of milk with your ‘special medicine’ added, and plenty of beans to ensure you are full of ammunition, and that you’ll be loud enough for everyone to hear. Then we have the water to rinse it all down to make you nice and soaked and hide the baked bean breath. Fair?”
“No!” Jessica screamed throw her pacifier, prompting a hard spank from one of the two boys. She stopped and let the pacifier be taken from her mouth. “No please! I can’t eat all that!”
“Oh I’m sure you can, and you’re going to.”
“No I won’t! I’ll tell.”
Becky sighed and shook her head. “You really are a stupid baby, aren’t you? Here’s the deal. You eat all this now, or I’ll be locking you in the diaper bin again and leaving. I’ll tell Mr. Eran you ran away, and you’ll spend the entire test period locked in there. You’ll fail anyway because you missed it, and when you get back you’ll have a nice, long spanking for running to look forward to. Or, you play along, eat it, fail the test, and don’t have to spend the next few hours in a pile of messy diapers.” She wrinkled her nose and looked at the box. “You made a lot of these anyway, might as well re-unite you with your work. Jacob? Jillian?”
They grabbed her shoulders. “NO please!” she sobbed. “I’ll do it.”
“Good girl,” Becky said, ruffling her hair. “Now, not a word of this to Mr. Eran, or it will seem like you are making excuses for your messy pampers, and Jacob and Jillian will be witnesses on my side. Then its back in the bin anyway, and a paddling to boot.”
The two boys held Jessica’s shoulders as Becky opened the bag. The smell came to Jessica even through the stench of the diapers, and after having just eaten, made her stomach turn.
“Why do you let her do this?” she asked one of the boys. She couldn’t tell them apart, but they were always helping with the schemes.
One shrugged his shoulders. “You mean why do we help our girlfriend rather then the bratty girl who spent years moving back grades? Gee I wonder. What do you think we can do with her that we can’t do with someone whose stuck in diapers?”
“Its beyond your mental status to get it now, but adults have fun in ways you don’t know about. Plus I pay them. No open up!”
The first spoonful was jammed in Jessica’s mouth, and she almost chocked.
“Now now, be careful! If I have to change your outfit to hide what we did I’ll fill your diaper with itching powder.”
Another spoonful. Jessica whined and chocked it down. More and more went down, and she watched the pile in the bag slowly shrink as her stomach became more and more bloated.
“Please, no more. I’m going to be sick! MPHH” she begged before being cut off by another spoon. Her stomach cramped horribly.
“Almost done! Open for the airplane! Good girl! Don’t worry, it will be coming out of you soon, just not the way you want it too.”
Next Jessica’s mouth was filled with the bottles, and she drank them down. When finished, she was painfully full, and felt her stomach pushing against the tapes of her diaper. She felt gas rising in her stomach, and burped loudly. One of the boys patted her back, and she burped again.
Becky waved a hand in front of her nose. “Whew! Stinky already. Remember now, no telling, or its back in the bin!” She grabbed the leash again, and after opening the door slightly to ensure no one was in the hall, pulled it through. Jessica waddled as best she could after, struggling not to bend over due to the painful cramping.
'Hello Mr. Eran!" Becky said happily when they reached the classroom. “We are here for today’s test. Oh, and Jessica said a naughty word, so she’ll need a spanking. Isn’t that right Jessica?”
“Yes Ms. Becky,” Jessica said. She of course had said no such thing, but Becky never gave up the chance to get her punished.
They were back in the now familiar home room, which had been re-arranged for test taking. Blinders had been added to the round tables, as had some separate desks, as the students weren’t considered mature enough for test taking. One, larger then most of the others, was marked with Jessica’s name.
Becky then leaned in close to the teacher. “The word was 'drat.”" She heard her whisper. “I don’t know if she knows what it means. She pointed to her diaper when she said it, so I think she thought it was messy, but it was just bunched up at the bottom.”
“I see,” Mr. Eran replied. "Well, we will deal with that later. For now she has the test. Jessica, do you remember the rules?’
“90 minutes. That means until the clock looks like that.” He pointed at a drawing on the chalk board. “If you can keep from messing until then, you’ll get a gold star. Wetting is fine, we will work on that later.”
Jessica sighed. At her stage, avoiding wetting was considered beyond her, and she was only tested on messing. Since that was even deemed too difficult, she was giving humiliatingly short time periods, then normally expected to mess her diapers after anyway. She had been told if she did enough of them, she could try sitting on the potty.
She looked at the pink plastic potty that sat at the front of the class room to remind her what she was working for. Normally, using it meant all the caretakers and multiple eyes watching, hands ready to clean, and a standing ovation upon finishing. In any other world, it would be a humiliating predicament, and now it seemed a trophy beyond her grasp.
“At the same time, you have your basic intelligence function test. Good luck,” Mr. Eran said.
This test was a series of basic letter identification, simple math and counting, and puzzles. She closed her eyes and pictured all the practice examples. They had gone through a few of them, and for once, she felt prepared. She knew she had a good chance of passing this time.
Her stomach turned. The diaper test, on the other hand, was another matter.
“Before we begin,” the teacher said. “Jessica, do you think you need to go potty?”
“No,” Jessica said. Her stomach rolled over, but she saw Becky smiling behind the teacher and knew to keep lying.
“Do you think you’ll mess your diapers?”
“I’m giving you the chance now. If you think you won’t make it, say so now and this won’t count as a test. Its only a fail if you don’t know its coming. We can even let you use the potty now, and give you a treat if you do. Do you want to try, or do the test?”
Jessica looked at the potty. The thought of sitting on it in front of the class and using it was humiliating, but still more then she hoped for. “No, I don’t need to go potty.”
“Ok then, to your desk.”
Jessica went to her desk… Her stomach grumbled horribly. As she sat down, she heard a loud fart escape into her diaper, then a round of giggles from the class.
The teacher knocked on his desk. “Alright. The written test will come around in a half hour for those who are doing it. For now, sit still and do your best to keep your diapers clean. Good luck to you all on both aspects.”
Jessica struggled not to let anything else out. At this point it was too late, and anything solid in her diaper would be a fail. Becky waved and left the room, abandoning her to her fate.
Another fart came out, and there was more giggling.
Jessica was already near bursting. She wet herself, hoping it would at least erase some of the pressure, but she still heard another fart when she was done. Her diaper was soon soaked, and each movement and fart brought a squish. Even with the thick padding, after all the bottles she’d been fed, it felt like she was sitting in a puddle. More gas came out as the beans did their work, muffled by the now soaked diaper, but loud enough for the class to hear and react.
“Jessica, are you alright? I’d hate to fail someone this early,” the teacher asked.
“Yes, what do you mean?” Jessica said, repeating the line she had been given.
“Is that not you making noises?”
“What noises? The laughter?”
The teacher sighed. “No, the other noise. You hear it?”
“Do you know where its coming from?”
Jessica pretended to think, then shook her head. “No.” She wanted to tell him and run for the potty, but she knew the punishment from Becky and her friends would be worse then any messy diaper.
He sighed. “Alright, carry on.”
Her stomach turned again, loudly enough for the others to hear. She looked at the clock, and saw the hands had barely moved.
More gas was building up inside her. Her stomach ached and cramped, and she was desperate to get it out. She pushed slightly, and farted again, louder and longer then before. There was more laughter, and the teacher called the class to silence.
The relief only lasted a moment before it came again. She was full to the point of aching from the beans, and the laxatives made it feel like everything was pushing to get out.
Another fart escaped, and she pushed for more to feel the relief. Once again, it was short lived.
The written test was finally going around. She was third of the way through.
Her stomach was aching again. She began to relax and push a bit, hoping for some relief. She felt herself wet even more as she tried, a feeling that was so common now it was almost automatic. She began to fart, and it kept coming out, getting more giggles as it continued.
“Here, the test,” the person in front of her said. He reached behind himself, but it was out of range of her desk.
Groaning inwardly, Jessica stood up slightly, leaned forward and reach out. She felt the soaked padding hanging between her legs. She didn’t want to risk standing up, especially as she was pushing to release gas, but felt she had no choice. She reached, relaxed, and let more gas out.
She gasped. She knew she was taking a risk by relaxing, but the feeling still came as a shock. She felt hot mush pour out of her and into her diaper, which inflated behind her. She collapsed onto the desk, helpless as she messed herself to the chorus of laughter.
“I think Jessica messed herself,” the person sitting beside her said.
“Jessica, is that true?” the teacher asked.
She looked at the tattle tell, then at him. “No,” she said.
He sighed. “Its… its fine. Just do the rest of your test. Becky helped you study for that, remember?”
“Uh huh,” she said.
She opened the test, and, as so many times before since coming to this world, wanted to cry. Nothing was what she remembered. The symbols, the puzzles, the signs were all new. She should have known better then to trust Becky.
“Jessica?” the teacher said.
She looked up.
“We take our tests sitting down.”
Jessica sighed, and moved back to her chair, and felt herself mess again as she coached down. She took the test she knew she had no chance of passing then settled down into the mess, and her now all but confirmed fate.