classroom adventures

The morning bus ride was uneventful for Holt, save for having to constantly check that the panties he wore weren’t showing. He still couldn’t believe the only boxes the moving van dropped off that were his had none of his clothes! ‘Hopefully that stupid moving company didn’t lose them. I can’t keep wearing girl’s clothes!’ he thought to himself.

“Did you make it to the big boy potty this morning?” Rachel teased as she all but ran up to greet Holt.

Holt’s face burned furiously and his trapped penis twitched inside the white panties. “I did. And it's not like I do that sort of thing regularly.” He explained in a hushed voice, “I got locked in the room and couldn't get out and I needed somewhere to pee. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread it around what happened.”

Rachel giggled. “I'm only teasing. What kind of person would I be if I took advantage of a little wee wee baby in such a vulnerable state?”

Holt wanted to snarkily remark “a reporter.” But bit his tongue and hoped the taunting name didn't stick. “Thanks.”

Most of the first day was boring, he had to stand in front of the class and introduce himself, then he had to sit and listen to boring lectures about math or sciences. None of which interested Holt. He did however see a few prospects, aka girls that looked hot enough to warrant his attention.

One of the prospects happened to be your 4th period English teacher, Miss Corman. Miss Corman had a decent double D cup Holt guessed, maybe even F cups based on how much her tits strained the too tight green top she wore over them. Holt found himself getting hard as he stared at Ms.Corman and imagined her big tits pulling down his shorts and freeing his cock and wrapping her perfectly plump lips around the head of his large dick.

Holt groaned as he felt his cock swelling inside his shorts, the tip slipping past the hem of the panties in his shorts. No matter what gross images he tried to conjure up his erection would not disappear. It didn’t help that Ms.Corman would routinely bend over at the waist to pick up the marker she dropped, or bend over his desk to explain the classwork she wanted him to do.

Finally the bell rang and none were happier to be free from class than Holt who ran to the nearest bathroom, found a stall, and pulled his penis out of the denim prison. Holt’s mind filled with images of Ms.Corman, dressed in only a white lace bra and matching panties, her sheer bra did nothing to hide her massive breasts. She danced seductively in the empty classroom, swaying her hips with each step until she was at Holt’s desk where she dropped to her knees and fished his cock out of his shorts. The second she wrapped her lips around Holt’s head Holt exploded, catching his seed in the panties. Though this did little to slow the torrent of cum as he moaned in ecstacy.

Holt sat on the toilet for another minute, enjoying the afterglow of his fantasy, when the final bell snapped him from his reverie. Holt pulled up his sticky panties and shorts, tucking the stained bits of his shirt into his shorts and bolted for his next class.

The next class was Math class with Mr.Adams, and Holt wasn’t sure if it was the subject, the insistent droning of the teacher, or the post coital endorphins he was experiencing but he couldn’t concentrate on anything that was being said.

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Holt sat in the nursery once again, the heat once again leaving him naked. And once again he could feel the strain on his bladder. He tried with all his might to pull open the door to the nursery but it just would not budge and the sweat from his hands caused him to slip and let go of the handle, tumbling back until he fell into the changing table where a cloud of baby powder exploded on his naked crotch. Shocked, Holt rolled off of the changing table and fell into a pile of oversized diapers stacked from floor to ceiling in one corner.

“Holt?” He heard his father calling from the now open door.

“Dad!” He cheered as he crawled out from under the pile of diapers.

“What are you wearing?!” his dad gasped.

“What?” Holt looked down and saw that somehow one of the large diapers had wrapped itself around his crotch, leaving him in nothing but a diaper so large it forced him to waddle with every step. “It’s not what it looks like!” Holt shouted.

“No? And I suppose that isn’t what it looks like either?” His old man pointed at Holt’s crotch as the white diaper grew darker and ever more yellow.

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Holt had once again wet himself.