The following week came faster than Emma would have liked. After days of Tyler's controlling behavior, she was dreading the upcoming presentation on their group project. It was supposed to be a simple task—stand in front of the class, talk about their work, and move on. But knowing Tyler, there was no chance he'd let things go that smoothly.
The school bell rang, signaling the start of the final class. Emma sat nervously at her desk, already feeling the anxiety build up in her chest. She could see Tyler glancing over at her from across the room, his smirk hinting at the inevitable. She tried to ignore him, focusing instead on her notes, but her hands were shaking too much to concentrate.
When their names were called, Emma's heart sank. She stood up on shaky legs, adjusting her shirt nervously. This time, Tyler hadn't insisted on her wearing a diaper—something that only increased her dread. She felt oddly exposed without the padding, even though it had been a source of humiliation.
Tyler walked confidently to the front of the room, motioning for Emma to follow. She forced her feet to move, each step feeling heavier than the last as she joined him in front of their classmates. The class buzzed quietly, some students flipping through their notes while others whispered amongst themselves. But to Emma, the room felt suffocatingly silent. All eyes were on her, and she could feel it.
Tyler began the presentation, speaking clearly and confidently as he introduced the topic. Emma was meant to follow up, covering her part of the project, but before she could even start, Tyler leaned in close and whispered into her ear, his voice low enough that no one else could hear.
"You're going to wet your pants right here, Emma," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "No diaper this time. I want everyone to see."
Emma's blood turned cold. Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't dare respond. She stood frozen in place, staring at him as her heart pounded in her chest. The thought of losing control in front of everyone, of humiliating herself like that, was too horrifying to even comprehend.
"I'm not asking," Tyler added quietly, his eyes darkening. "Do it."
Emma's throat tightened as she glanced at the class. Everyone was focused on the presentation, unaware of the exchange happening between them. She tried to steady her breathing, her mind racing with panic. She couldn't do this—there was no way.
But Tyler wasn't going to let her off so easily. His hand subtly brushed against her back, a silent reminder of the control he had over her. The memory of what he had done to her over the past few days, the punishments, the threats—it all came rushing back. He had taken photos. He had the power to ruin her completely.
Emma bit her lip, her mind reeling with indecision. She felt trapped, cornered by the unspoken threat that hung in the air. Tyler's presence beside her was suffocating, a constant reminder of his dominance.
"Say your part," Tyler prompted, his voice loud enough for the class to hear. He gave her a look that said everything—comply, or face the consequences.
With shaking hands, Emma clutched her notes and began to speak. Her voice trembled, barely audible as she tried to explain her portion of the project. But her mind wasn't focused on the words. She could feel the pressure building in her bladder, her body betraying her. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to hold it in, but the tension was unbearable.
Her voice faltered as she stood there, paralyzed by fear. Tyler continued his part, seamlessly covering for her stuttering responses, but his eyes never left her. He knew what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying every second of it.
As the pressure in her bladder became too much to bear, Emma's body finally gave in. A warm, wet sensation spread between her legs, soaking through her underwear and into her jeans. She felt the urine trickle down her thighs, her face burning with shame as she realized what was happening. She had lost control—just as Tyler had wanted.
She tried to hide it, crossing her legs slightly and shifting her weight, but it was no use. The wetness was unmistakable. A few classmates shifted in their seats, whispering to each other as they noticed the darkening stain on her jeans.
Tyler, of course, noticed immediately. He gave her a sideways glance, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips as he continued the presentation. Emma could barely focus, her heart pounding in her ears as she tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. The wetness between her legs was unbearable, a constant reminder of her humiliation.
As the presentation came to an end, Tyler turned to face her, his voice full of mock concern. "Emma, are you okay? You seem a little... distracted."
The class turned to look at her, their eyes widening as they noticed the stain spreading across her jeans. Whispers filled the room, some students gasping, others laughing quietly. Emma's entire body froze in place, her face burning red with shame as she realized the full extent of her humiliation.
Tyler's smirk only grew wider. "Looks like someone had a little accident."
