Joanne smiled as the lead gym coach left his office. The slightly pot bellied man didn’t seem happy as he quickly asked, “What are you doing? You should all be changed into your school clothes by now.” He didn’t seem to notice they were in baby clothes and diapers, yet.
“Sorry sir. We were just playing a little bit.” Joanne said, trying to close the distance between them.
“Playing? You should be practi- wait. Who are you? What are you wearing?”
Joanne broke into a run, trying to grab the teacher before he could say or do anything. He grabbed her before she could bring their lips together, and held her just enough to pen her to the seat of the bleachers.
“I’m gonna to ask one more time. Who are you?” Joanne was nervous. She couldn’t kiss him. She couldn’t milk herself. She didn’t have any way to stop him. She closed her eyes in fear, hoping this wasn’t the end of her holy mission and then heard herself farting.
The coach looked as surprised as she was. Joanne hardly even felt the brown, squishy mess enter her diaper, making it sag even more. The coach relaxed his grip in disbelief, and that’s when the other babies suddenly ran clumsily at him. Their full diapers kept them from running straight or very fast, so in a moment he let go of her completely.
Joanne felt her opportunity slipping away. “No! Don’t run!” He couldn’t be allowed to call for help.
She reached out with both hands as quickly as she could, just managing to grab his wrist. That’s it! Even just a little contact would ruin him!
She bent over as quickly as she could and licked his hand up and down. It was only a matter of seconds before he ripped it away and she fell on her chest. Whimpering from the shock she saw him running for his office, her crowd of babies behind him.
And where she licked his hand, she saw a lace blue princess glove.
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