Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) by Devon Shire Page B

her bladder work its way up to a constant complaint. No, no, no, she kept thinking. She lost control last night. She would not do so again. No matter what Professor Emerson said or how smart he happened to be, she did not deserve to be diapered.
    She was better than a baby, and she would prove it by controlling herself.
    The class kept going and going. Tara kept her nose down to the paper, and when her teacher started to ask questions, Tara focused in on everything anyone said. Under most circumstances, she didn’t care about the overachievers determined to prove how smart they were or the slackers who just wanted to get back to the dorm parking lot to light up.
    But this time, Tara paid attention. She tried to calculate out the implications of what anyone said. It didn’t matter how silly the idea seemed to be. Listening to everyone else kept her distracted for a few more minutes.
    Tara made it through three quarters of the class. Then she sat there and squirmed in her seat. Part of her really wanted to hop up and rush off to Professor Emerson’s office. He couldn’t make her wet again. That was the hope that kept her going, but he had class, so he wouldn’t be there. No, she had to wait.
    Biting her lower lip, she resisted the urge to tap her pen against her desktop. There were only a few more minutes left. Tara tried to think of anything else. She didn’t want to think about how it would feel to wet her diaper again. She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t allow herself to do it.
    She wiggled and squirmed and felt super silly. Her teacher glanced in Tara’s direction and seemed confused for a moment. Tara gulped, hoping the other woman couldn’t tell what she wore under her jumper.
    Finally, the professor dismissed everyone with a reminder.
    At once, Tara leapt up from her desk and darted out the door. She pushed her way through the throngs of students. Plenty of them were willing to mull around, moving slowly through the building. Tara kept mumbling apologies as she shoved into different guys and girls. She got more than one dirty look. She got even more confused or amused glances.
    They saw her dressed like a schoolgirl. Most of them must have assumed it was some kind of hazing ritual. She looked absurd. She looked silly. Lots of the guys thought she looked hot. More than one person giggled though. Tara swallowed, thinking they saw the flattened outline of her diaper hugged up against her butt.
    Right then though, Tara couldn’t make herself care as she rushed across campus. She made it halfway there. She kept going. She was breathing hard and felt her heart pound with every step.
    Finally, she made it to the English Department, shoved her way through the double doors and rushed for her teacher’s office. Hoping he would be there, she felt her body start to give in. A few drops shot down into her diaper. Tara tried to staunch the flow and regain control of herself.
    She waddled and ran back to his office and started to slam her fist on the door. Tara couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t. She tried so hard, but it amounted to nothing. The stream continued on and on.
    Her diaper grew hot and heavy. The plastic cover kept it tight against her skin even as it grew even bulkier since the plastic lining absorbed her urine. Tara swallowed and knocked again.
    “Having some trouble?” James asked from down the hall. He wasn’t actually in his office, and when Tara spun around, it was fast enough to lift the hem of her plaid skirt, if only for a moment. It didn’t matter. The single heartbeat was plenty of time for him to see what happened.
    James walked up to her. He didn’t bother to notice whether or not anyone else lined the hall when he reached up under her skirt and pressed his fingers against her diaper.
    “Did you have an accident?”
    All at once, the fight drained away from her. Tara had been so determined to prove to him that she could take care of herself. She wanted to demonstrate how she really could