Olivia’s fear comes true

Jane took her time changing Olivia, not seeming to care about Olivia’s pleading. Olivia laid helpless on the desk, worried someone would walked in and see them, and then… the door opened. Olivia squeaked as people started to walk in. Jane smirked as if expecting it. “Is that Professor Clark?” Olivia heard someone whisper.

“Is she… getting changed?”

“What’s going on?”

“Is that a diaper?”

“Oh my God, it is!”

“Professor Clark wears a diaper!”

“What does it say?”

“BABY! It says BABY!!!”

“Professor Clark is a BABY!”

Olivia squirmed as she heard giggles filling the room, all eyes on her. Olivia watched as Jane finally finished diapering her and lifted her off the desk, her shirt was still rolled up so everyone could see the full view of the diaper. Olivia’s face burned red as she quickly put her pants back on. Jane grinned as she walked back to her own desk and sat down. Olivia couldn’t look at her class as they giggled and whispered. “Hey! Knock it off!” One student yelled. “How would you like it if you needed diapers and people laughed at you for it!”

The class settled down as they all turned to the person who was yelling, Wendy. “Maybe the BABY shouldn’t need diapers! She’s a grown woman!”

“I doubt that she wears them because she likes them,” Wendy said. “And one day you might need diapers, and then what? Will you be okay if people started laughing at you because of something you couldn’t control?!”

“No….” The class for the most part answered.

“Then stop doing it to Professor Clark,” Wendy said. “She can’t help it if she needs diapers. So stop laughing at her as if it’s her choice.”

Olivia smiled gratefully at Wendy but she didn’t know about Wendy’s phrasing of everything. “We’re sorry, Professor Clark,” the class said, for the most part in unison.

Olivia blushed standing awkwardly in front of the class. She sighed. “Alright, there’s no need to try and hide it anymore… it’s true,” Olivia said. “I… need diapers. It started just a few years ago, but it really started picking up a few weeks ago. I began leaking really badly into my underwear, and it escalated so badly that I had **** but to buy…. Adult diapers. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed. I know that’s not what you expect from your professors. But it’s not my choice.”

“Wow, that’s so brave,” one of the girls said. “I could never show up to class in a diaper! I’d just drop out and never look at my classmates again.”

The class murmured in agreement. “But why are you wearing a diaper that says BABY on it?” One of the guys asked.

Olivia blushed. “It’s what was available. Also not my choice,” she said.

“So are you peeing right now?”

“I…I don’t know… but probably,” Olivia said.

“Does anyone else know?”

“No!” Olivia cried. “And I want to keep it that way. Do you know how embarrassing it would be if others found out that I need diapers? I could…”

Olivia faltered as she saw someone standing in the doorway. A tall woman strutted inside, clipboard in hand. “Hello, Olivia…I’m Tamara Hyde, I’m here to evaluate you… I’m sure the dean would be interested to know all about this… need for diapers,” the woman said.

Olivia’s cheeks turned scarlet as Tamara approached her, circling around her.