Emma sat frozen in the chair, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind reeling from what had just happened. The thick diaper between her legs felt foreign, uncomfortable, and humiliating. Every slight movement made it crinkle, a constant reminder of her powerlessness. She felt like a child—no, worse than a child. She felt utterly degraded.
Tyler's satisfied smirk was impossible to ignore. He didn't say anything at first, simply watching her, clearly reveling in her shame. Emma wanted to cover herself, to hide from his gaze, but the thick padding around her waist made every attempt at modesty feel futile.
"Stand up," Tyler finally said, his voice casual, as if they were talking about the project they were supposed to be working on.
Emma hesitated, her body tense with fear. She glanced at the door, wondering if anyone would come by, if there was any chance of escape—but they were completely alone in this forgotten corner of the school. There was no one to help her.
"I said, stand up," Tyler repeated, his voice firmer this time.
Emma's legs felt like jelly, but she obeyed, rising slowly from the chair. The diaper shifted with her movements, the loud crinkling sound making her cheeks burn hotter with every second. She stood there awkwardly, arms wrapped around herself, trying to cover what little she could.
Tyler walked around her slowly, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, as if inspecting his handiwork. "You know," he said, stopping in front of her, "this isn't just about the diaper."
Emma's stomach twisted with dread. She didn't want to hear what was coming next, but she had no choice.
"This is about control. You thought you could defy me, and now... well, now you've learned your lesson." He reached out and tugged at the waistband of her jeans, still bunched awkwardly around her ankles.
Emma tensed, her breath catching in her throat. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tyler gave her a cold smile. "I don't think you need these anymore. At least not while we're in here."
Her eyes widened in horror as he bent down, pulling her jeans off completely and tossing them onto the desk behind him. The cool air hit her exposed legs, and she felt utterly exposed, standing there in nothing but her shirt and the thick, crinkling diaper.
"Tyler, please..." Emma's voice was small, trembling. She felt like she was shrinking into herself, her dignity slipping away with each second. "Give me back my jeans."
He shook his head, clearly enjoying her distress. "Not until we're done in here. For now, you can stay just like that. It'll help remind you who's in charge."
Emma's heart sank. She glanced down at her bare legs and the diaper that felt so much bulkier now that it was all she was wearing. The humiliation was unbearable. She had never felt so small, so powerless, and now, with her jeans gone, she couldn't hide even that small bit of normalcy.
"Let's get back to work," Tyler said, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He grabbed the notebook they had been working on earlier and placed it on the desk. "We've got a project to finish, after all."
Emma's stomach twisted again, the absurdity of the situation nearly overwhelming her. He expected her to just... go back to the project? Like nothing had happened?
But she couldn't defy him again. Not after what had just happened. Not with her phone still in his possession. She sat back down in the chair, the thick padding beneath her crinkling loudly as she shifted. The sound made her wince, but there was nothing she could do.
Tyler pulled up a chair next to her, sitting down casually as if they were just two classmates working together on a project. He flipped through the pages of the notebook, his tone now matter-of-fact.
"So, I was thinking we could split the research part. I'll do the first half, and you can do the second," he said, not even glancing at her as he spoke.
Emma tried to focus on what he was saying, but the sensation of the diaper beneath her, the cool air on her bare legs, and the fact that her jeans were out of reach were all she could think about. Her mind raced with a mixture of humiliation and fear. How had things gotten to this point? How had she let Tyler gain so much control?
"Are you even listening?" Tyler's voice snapped her back to the moment, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.
Emma nodded quickly, not trusting herself to speak. Her throat felt tight, her emotions too raw to put into words. She reached for the notebook, trying to focus on the work, trying to pretend that everything was normal. But it wasn't. Nothing about this was normal.
Tyler leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, I could make things a lot worse for you if you don't start cooperating."
Emma froze, her hands gripping the notebook tightly. She didn't want to know what "worse" meant. She had already been pushed to a point she hadn't thought possible. But she knew Tyler wasn't bluffing.
"Just do what I say, Emma," he continued, his voice almost soft now, though the threat in his words was unmistakable. "And maybe I'll give you your jeans back when we're done."
The project in front of her blurred as tears welled in her eyes. She didn't know how she was going to survive the rest of this. The shame of sitting there in nothing but a diaper and a shirt, with Tyler looming over her, felt unbearable. Every crinkle, every slight movement reminded her of just how far she had fallen under his control.
But she didn't have a choice.
