Curveballs (Chapters from 200 on.)

8.51 Game On - Push

"Done", I announced abashed, when the nurse cut me off.

"No, there's more. Push!", she commanded me and so I did. After building some pressure, I eventually began peeing. When I accidentally ripped a fart, the nurse wrinkled her nose.

"You told her to push, so what did you expect?", Mr. Williams asked her annoyed, before smiling at me again. A warmth spread in my crotch filling the diaper, while the nurse still held it in place for me. It began running up its front and back. I looked unbelieving at the huge yellowish stain on the diaper. I knew I had been drinking water the entire day and all, but I still couldn't believe how full my bladder had actually been. In the last week there had rarely been more than a small stream in it, except when waking up in the morning. I thought that was maybe another hint, that my condition had become better.

"Are you done?", the nurse asked staring at the wet diaper.

"Yes..."

"Did you have a bowel movement as well?", Mr. Williams asked me and the blood drained from Mrs. Osmond's face.

"Of course not", she complained.

"You made her push as hard as she could, so who could blame her..."

"I did NOT shit in the diaper!", I cut him off angrily and after some hesitation the nurse eventually removed the diaper from my crotch and rolled it up. Meanwhile Mr. Williams took some wet wipes from a box and came over again. Just when he wanted to clean my dripping wet pussy, he stopped and our eyes met.

"Oh, sorry...I'm just too used to this...may I?", he asked and I quickly nodded. I hoped I'd get aroused, when he touched me, but I didn't. He just did it too routinely and the Lyza-shat-her-diaper-remarks didn't exactly help either ^^ The man quickly wiped my pussy and bum before making me step into the fresh pull-up diaper. He carefully slid it up my legs, until it hit my buttocks.

"Thank you"

"Does it pinch?"

"Not at all", I returned with a smile, but instead of smiling back he quickly picked up my anthracite jeans and made me step into them.

"We gotta hurry a bit"

"They won't kill me if I'm late", I returned chuckling.

"But me - I have another class as well"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think of that...", I said and stopped the giggling. He pulled the jeans up over my bum and closed the button for me.

"Let's go!", he told me and handed me my backpack.

"Alright"

"And thanks for your help, Mrs. Osmond", he noted on our way out the door. The old lady hadn't said one word during the last minutes.

We dashed down the hallway.

"Where's your class, Lyza?"

"No, forget about it. I'll be fine."

"What?", he wondered.

"Get to your own class"

"No, it's okay"

"What'll be your excuse anyway? That you had to change a diaper?", I asked him giggling.

"If you get too sassy, I'll just show them yours as evidence", he winked at me.