Gym Humiliation

Jess felt Coach Marsh’s hand pushing her as she guided her into the gym. Jess cowered as she threw her hands over her diaper, trying to hide her embarrassing attire. It seemed the students weren’t paying attention as Coach Marsh led Jess to the front of the gym. “Alright, class. Front and center. We’re going to do something different today.”

Jess cowered as all of the class turned to look at her. She heard whispering and giggles as some people pointed. “Jess has no pants on.”

“Oh someone must have forgotten her gym uniform.”

“What kind of undies is she wearing? A thong maybe? Underoos?”

“Quiet please,” Coach Marsh said. “Now Miss Adams here is going to demonstrate the stretches we’ve been doing. I don’t want you all to follow along. I want you to watch her. Keep your eyes on her and observe.”

Jess squirmed as the class obeyed watching her as she stood there, desperately hiding her diaper. “Please,” Jess begged. “Don’t make me do this.”

“Begin the stretches,” Coach Marsh said. “Let’s start with hand stretches. Stretch your arms up over your head.”

Jess whimpered as she squeezed her eyes shut and did as she was told. Immediately there was a burst of laughter and loud whispering. “Oh my God, what’s she wearing?”

“Is that a diaper?!”

Jess squirmed as she stretched her arms out. “Now touch your toes,” Coach Marsh instructed. “Turn around.”

Jess whimpered as she slowly turned around and bent at her waist. Her palms touched the floor as her diapered bottom raised high in the air. And suddenly, she had the most horrible feeling in her stomach. She tried to get up, but Coach Marsh pushed her back down saying she had to hold it for longer. Jess felt the oozing and mushiness as her diaper filled up and expanded outward and unlike Samantha, everyone was looking at her as she did it.

Just as she did she heard the speaker turn on and then something familiar began to play. Jess heard her voice speaking as she said. “Mom please you can’t make me wear them.”

She heard her mom’s voice as she said. “Sweetie, if you’ve been having accidents, you need to get protection. There’s no shame in needing diapers.”

“Shh, mom be quiet. Please, someone might hear you,” Jess said.

“Jessica Jean Adams, I want you to wear them at night. I sent you a package in your mailbox,” her mom said.

“You did what? Mom, no you can’t,” Jess said. “Please don’t.”

“Alright, well. At least let me see your undies. Let me see that they are dry and I’ll leave you alone. Pull up your skirt,” her mom said.

“Please,” Jess pleaded.

“Those certainly aren’t dry,” her mom said.

While all that was playing, Jess had filled her diaper all the way. Samantha smiled triumphantly. Jess might not have been a cheater, but Samantha was not against putting a bully in her place… whatever it took.