Class 1-A

The compass led her to a classroom. Labeled 1-A, a window popped into view that said "Orientation. Capacity: 50. Current Occ: 15." followed by a timer that was counting down from thirty. She let herself in.

The classroom looked like a typical classroom she's seen in most anime: clean, economic, windows shining sunlight into the room, and rows and rows of desk-chair combos.

Some of the desks were occupied. All of the people were dressed similarly; the women were in the same [Women's Freshman Uniform (Pink)] as her, the men dressed in [Men's Freshman Uniform (Blue)]. They all had matching gold rings floating above their heads, and they were all in diapers, though that was less surprising.

What did surprise her was the man at the teacher's desk. he was dressed in a white button-up, dress-pants and a belt, a pair of glasses resting on his nose as he thumbed at the book in his hands. Unlike the other players, there were two things that made him stand out: there was no ring floating above him, and there was no sign that he was diapered. His pants were neat and wrinkle-free, there were no frills showing, and his individual movements made no noticeable crinkling sound.

Some of the other players noticed her walking in before returning to whatever conversations they were engrossed in.

Not wanting to block the door, Isabela picked a desk a few rows down and sat herself in one. The desk was a standard school desk, and the seat matched the curvature of her padded butt perfectly.

"Hey."

It was a player next to her. Roughly the same age as her, though shorter, plumper, with pixie-cut blonde hair with a decorative flower hair-clip in it.

"I'm Clover."

"I-uh... I'm Isa."

"This your first time playing?" she asked inquisitively.

"Y-Yeah. Yeah it is."

"It's exciting isn't it? When I heard this game came out, I felt like I was going to explode!" Clover started hoping a little in her seat.

"You an adult baby too?"

Sitting on the other side of clover was another woman. A brunette, more svelt and bags under her eyes. She didn't look tired, but looked more like the kind or girl who would dress in plaid and smoke weed all day. She was dressed identically to Isabela and Clover, giving them both a nice, clear look at her diaper when she lazily propped one of her legs over the desk.

"Isa, this is my wife Liz."

Liz have her a lazy peace sign.

"Clover here is my babygirl part-time," said Liz. "She gets all cranky whenever she has to wear her big girl panties to work, and I always wanted to take my babygirl out in public and show everyone just how cute her padded tush is. This game'll let us do both."

"Liz, you're embarrassing me," said Clover, her face flushed.

"But mommy likes to show off her baby girl," she said as she ran a hand down Clover's uniform before cupping her padded undies.

Isabela crossed her legs (or at least tried to).

"If you're her m-mommy," stammered Isabela, having never had anything close to an ABDL conversation out-loud before, "then how come you're diapered too?"

"Cause players don't have the option to be caregivers. Just babies. But I'm not too bothered by it," she said, wrapping her arms around Clover. "I don't mind playing the baby from time to time. Here, we can both be babies together and someone else can be the grownup."

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