poopedpampers: “May Mrs. June come up to the office please?” the intercom buzzed. June,
poopedpampers: “May Mrs. June come up to the office please?” the intercom buzzed. June, blushing bright red, left class and walked to the office. “Your mother’s here to see you.” said the secretary. June saw her mother standing next to her, with a slight frown on her face. “June, dear, do you remember when I said you’d be punished if you made fun of your brother for his bedwetting problem?” June shrugged a yes. “Well,” her mom went on “he told me you took a picture of him in his diapers and sent it to your friends. I’ve decided that your punishment should be the same, except your friends will get to see it live.” June was worried when she saw her mom pull out a diaper and pacifier. At first June refused, but her mom said “Thanks to the laxatives I put in your lunch, you’ll poop yourself anyways. Would you rather do it in your pants, or a thick diaper?” Before her daughter could answer, she was stripped of her pants and panties, and placed in a diaper. June walked back into class and sat down, and thankfully, no one noticed. Her stomach started to cramp up. Her heart skipped a beat, as she heard her mother’s voice over the speakers. “June, please go up to the front of the class and show everyone your big girl diapers.” Her teacher stared at her expectantly. Slowly, as if at a funeral, she walked up to the front of the class and looked away. Suddenly, she yelped, as the laxatives took affect. She quickly filled her diaper with mushy, watery poop. Her teacher checked her diaper. “Does the baby need a change?” -- source link