I dunno lol something about tall fucking ladies

		I'm two weeks into school and I've already found the best seat in the house, third row, second seat to the left. Why? Because if I come early I can see Christine Waters sit down in front of me.

	She came in that day and I was already sitting down. Her boobs swung with each step and as she sat down her ass looked as if it was a beast straining against a cage, desperate to be let loose. I had a hardon as class began.

	"Alright class, turn to page twenty-six in your fiction books. Now that we've completed our grammar unit, we can begin on short stories," Mrs.Meyers said.

	I opened my fiction book without taking my eyes off Christine's rear. I peered closely, thinking a tuft of fabric peeking out of her pants was the beginnings of a pair of panties.

	I always remembered my books, especially for this class. Just in case Christine swung around and looked at me to ask to borrow a book. Of course, I would fuck such a chance up, probably with a childish dick joke, but the chance was enough.

	I turned to the correct page and saw a yellowed and cracked piece of paper. Turning it over, I saw the back read "one wish, no more, no less". Laughing, I flipped the paper over and over in my hands, eventually letting my eyes wander and mulling over the thought of what I would want in a wish.

	Staring at Christine's ass made me think on impulse.

	"I wish every girl's breasts and ass were massive." I thought to myself.

	I watched in amazement as every girl in the room's breasts and ass began to expand. Their tits ballooned outward and their butts quickly began to seep off the edges of the chairs like big sexy mounds of jello.

	I looked on as I saw them become giants. Most at least doubled their heights to match their new breasts and asses. I really didn't know how I felt about this. I mean, each girl (even Mrs.Meyers) was transformed into gorgeous, muscular, gigantic amazons, but I liked to be the tall one. Christine before this change looked amazing, and it was even better because she had such perfect assets but also was kind of short.

	I grabbed for the paper, but it wasn't on the edge of my desk anymore. I looked around frantically and finally saw it on the ground to the right of me. A girl had got it just as her friend was talking to her.

	"Don't you think that these desks are too tight?" The friend said.

	"Yeah, totally, I wish things were made our size," the girl said, holding the paper.

	Just then everything expanded, I found myself sitting in a massive desk, my head barely high enough to see over the top. The girl to my left crushed the piece of paper, and I saw the dust slip through her fingers onto the floor.

	I desperately wanted to run, so I tried to get the teacher's attention by raising my hand. I tried for about ten minutes, but I was ignored. Eventually I gave up.

	I tried to follow along in class, but I couldn't reach my book, so I sat there. Eventually the bell rang and class was over.

	Christine turned around as I hopped out of my chair.

	"Come on Nick, it's time for lunch! Let's go together!" She said, giving me an uncharacteristic smile, uncharacteristic attention, and being uncharacteristically cheery.

	She extended her hand and I took it. Much to my embarrassment, I had to reach up high to even grasp her finger. She took my books off my desk for me and then we walked out of the room.

	The lunch room was down a floor, and to get to it we walked over a balcony that gave a bird's eye view of the lunchroom. I saw, much to my horror an entire horde of amazons, along with the boys. Most of the boys in some way were with an amazon. Some boys were even sitting on a girl's lap, while even more others were getting spoonfed.

	We had to walk down the stairs, and I had some trouble. The stairs were massive, and Christine did a good job holding my hand as I slowly walked down. We walked through the maze of tables into the lunch line. I got behind Christine, and on a positive note I got to be eye level with her ass.

	I wasn't paying attention until Christine called for me to follow her. I bumped into several asses, as the average height for a girl nowadays put their ass at eye level for me, but eventually I hopped onto a bench next to her.

	Looking from my vantage point I could see the two other people who had joined us for lunch. My friend, Steve and his girlfriend. Steve was sitting in his girlfriend's lap while she spoonfed him.

	Christine placed a bowl of soup in front of me and started to violently tear apart her plate of food. After destroying everything on her plate in seconds flat, she began to make small talk with Steve's girlfriend.

	"So, how's it going? I can't believe we're in school again!" Christine said, smiling.

	"I know, it seemed just yesterday that we were out, free from assignments!" Steve's girlfriend laughed.

	Christine and she exchanged small talk for a while, Christine made some funny comments about Steve, and Steve's girlfriend responded with some cute stories.

	I grabbed at my soup, but I couldn't reach it. Christine noticed this and began to spoon the soup into my mouth while she kept talking with Steve's girlfriend.

	Steve finished his soup and his girlfriend wiped his mouth.

	"Great talking with you Christine, but I've got to get me and this one off to chemistry!"

	"You too! See ya!" Christine replied as Steve was led away by his girlfriend.

	Christine then focused on me, and shoveling soup into my mouth.

	"We have gym next! My favorite class! Are you excited?" She asked.

	Just as I was about to talk, she shoved the last spoonful of soup into my mouth. My mouth still moved as if I was speaking, but instead my upper lip was just flopping around in the soup. She began to tip the spoon toward my mouth, but I just burbled it up and it spilled all down my shirt.

	"Aww! You just couldn't get that last spoonful in, couldya? Ah, well, it's time for gym anyway," she said, taking my hand and leading me out of the lunchroom.

	Our gym class was structured around two forty-five minute blocks. One was gender segregated (initially to measure the fitness levels of each gender and discuss health issues gender-specific in an easier and more mature environment, I didn't think that was the case now), and the last block was a group "activity".

	Our gym teacher was a woman, a massive amazon, even more muscular than the average one. The girls went into another gym and us guys begun our game.

	It was tag, but with dodgeballs. Of course, these dodgeballs were girl-sized, so they were heavier than we were used to, and more bulky. Instead of throwing, we just hustled around the gym "pushing" these balls at each other.

	I was standing in a corner of the gym, hoping not to get tagged when I heard a soft rumble over the pitter-patter of feet. I then heard the squeaking of shoes and then the sound of a basketball hitting the backboard.

	While us guys were playing a lame game of tag, and we could barely throw the ball, the girls were playing a basketball game more intense than Heat VS. Lakers.

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	The girls came in before we finished our game, apparently finished with their basketball. It was as if a pro basketball team was sitting in on a kindergarten gym class. They were all sweaty, and they looked at us playing our game like mothers looked at their children.

	The game then ended and the gym teacher told everyone to get into boy-girl pairs. Before another word was said Christine grabbed my hand. Then tennis balls were passed out, and we were told to play catch.

	The tennis balls were of course girl sized, so they were really difficult to catch.

	"Good job Nick!" Christine cheered as I caught the first ball she "threw". She didn't really throw it, she practically dropped it into my waiting hands.

	My attention was caught before I could respond by another pair. The boy had apparently caught the ball, and the girl was congratulating him a little too aggressively. She pinned him to the ground and began to tickle him, his squeals drawing the attention of the whole room. It seemed funny at first, but then I saw the dark spot forming on the front of his pants.

	As soon as that happened, the girl that was tickling him pulled away.

	"Oh no, Robbie! You had an accident! Mrs.Walter, can I take him to the nurse?"

	Our gym teacher nodded, and the girl quickly took Robbie's hand and led him out of the gym.

	Everyone began playing again as soon as they left. I really wasn't in the mood to play catch with a giant woman just as I saw a boy wet his pants, so I half heartedly played until class was over.

	Christine and I at this point had a study hall, which meant we could leave for the day. I usually stayed because I took the bus home.

	"Hey Nick, do you want a ride home? The bus might not be best for you and I pass by your house on my way home." Christine said as we were walking back to the main building.

	"Yeah," I thought to myself, "being in a giant speeding vehicle while not wearing a seatbelt surrounded by giantesses doesn't seem like my cup of tea."

	"Sure," I said to her, and she smiled.

	"Okay, let's get our stuff and then we can go!"

	We went to our lockers and grabbed stuff we needed for homework. All my books were heavy, and I couldn't lift them all, so Christine carried my backpack. We got out to her car and I walked over to the front seat. She popped the trunk and pulled out an infant car seat, massive now.

	"Ah, I knew I had it! I carry this carseat around for when I have to take my brother out!" She put it in the backseat and strapped me in. I frowned, expecting to ride shotgun.

	We drove out of the school campus.

	"Hey Nick, do you want to hang out at my house? We can do homework together and study for that math quiz!"

	I was about to say yes, but I caught myself, remembering the boy that wet his pants.

	"No thanks," I replied, "I kinda just want to go home."

	She smiled a little less cheerful now.

	We drove in silence to my house and she pulled in my driveway. She unstrapped me from the carseat and then grabbed my bag out from the trunk. We walked up to the door together and she knocked. My mom answered. She was massive, taller than Christine and wearing an apron.

	"Hey Nick! You're home early, who's this?" she asked, smiling.

	"I'm Christine, I'm one of Nick's friends! We both had a study hall last period, so I gave him a ride home!"

	My mom smiled even wider, "So nice to meet you! Thank you for taking him home, I don't really like him riding the bus!"

	"I could take him home every day, my house is just down the road in another neighborhood!"

	"Oh, that would be so nice of you, could you pick him up too?"

	"Yes, it's right on the way!"

	"Thanks, see you tomorrow morning then!"

	"See you!"

	Christine handed my bag to my mom, ruffled my hair and then walked back to her car. I walked through the massive front door and kicked off my shoes. My mom walked back toward the kitchen.

	"How was school?" She asked.

	"It was fine, a bit of a slow day today," I lied.

	"How about that Christine girl?" She asked.

	"What about her?" I retorted. I began to walk toward the kitchen.

	"Is she... you know," my mom said.

	"Mom, she's not my girlfriend!" I said, turning red.

	"Okay," she said, more level-headed now, "but if you were wondering, I think she would make great girlfriend material. She looks to me like a woman that really knows how to..." I rounded the corner to the kitchen. I saw my mom taking cookies out of the oven. Behind her was a highchair with a person in it. My stomach dropped as I saw my father in the highchair, dressed in a  baby blue footed sleeper and thickly diapered with his face in a bowl. He put the bowl down on the tray of his highchair. He looked different, almost completely hairless save for the ones on the top of his head. He seemed pudgier and younger, sporting a little bit of chub in his face, arms, belly and legs.

	"...take care of her man."

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	She walked over to my father's highchair and took the bowl from it, placing it in the sink.

	"Snack'll be ready in a few minutes, I wasn't expecting you to show up this early."

	My father gurgled quietly and began kicking his legs clumsily.

	I felt the need to pee, now. It came unexpectedly, but it was intense. Without a word to my mother, I ran to the downstairs bathroom. I had some trouble opening the door, but I got inside. I saw that the toilet had gotten bigger, and there was no way I was sitting on it now. I turned around only to see my mother blocking the doorway.

	"Just what do you think you're doing young man?" she asked.

	"I gotta pee!" I yelled, not really caring about my choice of words.

	"Alright," my mom said, "let's see if I can find your potty."

	But it was already too late. Thinking quickly, I vaulted into the tub. I watched in horror as I saw a wet spot form on the front of my pants. I heard urine splatter against the bottom of the tub.

	"Oh, you had an accident!" my mom said. She picked me up and ripped off my clothes and began running the tub. She washed me quickly and without any sort of force.

	Just then, my little sister, Janet came home from school.

	"I'm HOOOOOOOMMMMMEEEEE," she yelled, still obnoxious as ever.

	"I'm so glad you're here, Janet! Could you run upstairs and go grab two of dad's diapers?"

	"Sure thing mom!" Janet yelled as she sprinted upstairs, "does dad need a change and did Nick have an accident?"

	"That would be correct sweetie! Now hurry, I think your father's close to leaking!"

	Janet came down with two thick diapers and my mom dried me off after my bath. She laid me on the kitchen table and Janet laid my father next to me. My mom put a diaper under me before Janet butted in.

	"Mom, I think dad has stiffies," she said. My father's sleeper was opened and there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his diaper.

	"I should change him then, why don't you change your brother?"

	Janet sighed, obviously wanting to change her father, but still switched diaper changes with my mother. I watched intently as my mother opened my father's diaper and began to wipe everything off with wipes. Before this was even done, I was swaddled up by Janet. After he was clean, my mother took another wipe and began to gently massage his raging erection. In a couple seconds he came and became flaccid. She wiped up the cum and then put the new diaper on. She then deposited my father back into his highchair. I got put on the floor.

	"Now, you know the rules. You spend twenty-four hours in diapers and then we'll put you back in underwear." I began a retort, maybe a little argument on how my entire piss-my-pants fiasco was all her fault, but instead of giving me the time to speak she went straight back into the kitchen and began to cook again.

	I walked with great difficulty up the stairs to my room. The diaper was no help, it made me waddle and made it hard to lift my leg up to go up the stairs. Not to mention, being in just a diaper was humiliating.

	My room wasn't much different, except everything was bigger. All but my bed, which had become kind of a pseudo-crib,  high and with relatively low bars on all sides.

	I went back downstairs to do homework. I sat on the floor in just my diaper as I attempted to use the oversized stationary. My first page of homework, math, looked like an illegible mess. The pencils and pens I was using were way too big and heavy, so my arms couldn't control them. I finished up the last bits of my homework equally sloppily and then got called to dinner.

	I really didn't get called, Janet ran up behind me and scooped me up, I did little in the realm of protest, knowing that there was little to be done.

	I got put into my dad's highchair high above the ground. Janet snapped the tray shut and I noticed that the highchair actually did pretty well to keep me locked in and secure. A plate of chicken nuggets and fries, along with a sippy cup filled with juice was on my tray.

	My dad was laying in my mom's lap, burbling and groping at my mother's breasts as she doled out food for her and my sister. My sister began to eat while my mom undid her top and allowed my father to suck at her breasts. She then began to eat also.

	I absentmindedly chewed on the chicken nuggets in front of me while I watched my mother breastfeed my father. Seeing him in a thick diaper so small in my mother's lap sucking on her boobs was so intriguing. I saw a bead of white liquid run down the side of his mouth.

	My mom slowly noticed my half-conscious staring.

	"Sorry honey," she said with a smile, "You can't have any of my milk, but maybe someday you'll get some."

	I turned beet red and began to focus on my meal, eating at practically warp speed. Janet giggled at me. After I finished my mother got up, cradling my father against her breast, and undid the latch on my tray. She then stuck two fingers into my diaper. I flinched away in embarrassment.

	"Good boy, you're still dry! Let's get my two baby boys to bed, shall we?" My mom picked me up and held me on her hip, still supporting and feeding my dad. Then she began to walk up the stairs as Janet began to clean up after dinner. I heard a sucking sound as my father broke away from the nipple. My mother began to raise him up so he was on her opposite hip. I then heard a soft grunting sound from the other side of my mother's body. My mother just laughed softly.

	"Looks like one of my little men has a stinky!"

	My mom walked into my room and put my in my "crib" and then walked out holding my father.

	"I guess this is bedtime," I thought to myself. I had no way to tell the time, since I didn't wear a watch, it was dark outside and there were no clocks in my room. Eventually I resigned myself to my fate in the crib.

	I woke up the next morning and my mother was in my room. She checked my diaper and found me dry. Sighing, she began to dig through my wardrobe. She threw a pair of pants and a t-shirt in the crib, and I put them on. Then she took me out and carried me downstairs.

	"Good morning Nick, did you sleep well last night?" Janet asked in a singsong voice.

	"Yeah, it was alright," I replied. I tried to be as cool as possible while sitting in a highchair eating breakfast with a soft plastic pastel-colored spoon and a sippy cup, all while in diapers.

	"I hope you're ready for school!" My mom added to the conversation from the kitchen.

	I dreaded this time. I didn't want to go to school, and I was half expecting my mother to just let me skip a day. My stomach twisted.

	"Please mom, I don't want to go to school today," I said, pleading with her.

	"And why is that? Is it because you're wearing diapers for the day?" My mother asked, "Honey don't worry, nobody'll notice, and if they do, they'll understand!"

	I hope she was right, although, I hoped they did a little more than understand.

	"I'll be giving that girl Christine some of your diapers, so if you ever need a change you find her, okay?"

	My stomach twisted again.

	"Mom, please don't tell her I'm in diapers! Please!"

	"No buts, mister. I need someone that'll be able to tell me you were in diapers the whole day and also someone I can trust to change you. Christine comes in 15 minutes, so get ready.

	She released me from my high chair and I waddled off to go grab my books. I shoved them one by one into my bag. Then there was a knock on the front door. My mother answered it.

	It was Christine. She was wearing a short dress that made her boobs swing from left to right gracefully.

	"Hi, is Nick ready?" she asked, smiling a perfect white smile.

	"I think he is, he'll be coming. Before that, I have some things to tell you," my mother leaned in close and began whispering things into Christine's ear while I watched, dragging my oversized schoolbag. Finally I saw the dreaded diapers, five of them, pass from my mother's hands to Christine's.

	"Hey Nick! Let me get that bag!" Christine smiled at me as she grabbed my schoolbag in the same hand that held the five diapers, slinging it over her shoulder.

	"Are ya ready?" she said, and I nodded. We walked out to the car and she picked me up and strapped me in the carseat.

	"So your mom told me about your little accident last night," She said.

	I began shaking in embarrassment. It was hard to get words out I was so red in the face.

	"Y-yeah," I said, barely a whisper.

	"Hey, it's okay! I completely understand, I have a little brother that has potty problems just like you. We have all of our classes together, so if you ever need a change just grab me!"

	I wanted to thank her, but keeping me in diapers wasn't really a thankable thing. We began to drive off, and I couldn't help but notice that my diaper bulge was extremely visible through my shorts, to the point where the cutesy childish design actually showed partially through the thin fabric of the crotch.

	It was going to be a long day.

	The first class was chemistry, a class that had little to no classwork. I walked hand in hand with Christine, slowing her down due to my slight waddle. I sat down at a desk next to her and cringed visibly as I heard a crinkle.

	I did my homework, so I proudly shoved it into the teacher's hands as she checked it. She smiled a warm smile at me.

	"Good job on doing your homework, Nick!"

	As I saw her grade down the line, she was checking things right or wrong on the girls' papers, while on the boys papers she was just smiling and putting checks on them. I frowned slightly.

	After she checked homework she gave the next lesson, which basically consisted of her talking and writing stuff on the board. Since I couldn't see because I was behind a girl, I really payed more attention to hiding my obvious diaper bulge than anything else.

	Eventually Christine caught my eye. She had been motioning to me. She mouthed the words "are you wet?" extremely pronounced and pointed at her crotch. I turned beet red and shook my head furiously.

	Yesterday, I was checking out her ass, but now she was checking out mine, but for different reasons. Instead of me wanting to bone her and for her to admire me, she now expected that she would have to wipe my ass and change my pissy pants. I could cry, but I didn't want to draw attention to myself in this state. Plus, I didn't want to look more like a complete infant in front of Christine.

	The class ended and it was off to the next, math. The protocol was pretty much the same as the last class, we had a quiz, and and the teacher picked up the quizzes in separate piles for boys and girls. We then had free time as she graded the girl's stack. As we sat waiting for the bell to ring I felt the urge to pee. Christine and I were talking so I just said in the middle of the conversation.

	"Christine..."

	"Yeah," she said, smiling sweetly.

	"I need to... uh," I said, turning red.

	"Do you need a change?" she blurted out, uncomfortably loud. Some heads turned, but nobody really thought anything of it and resumed their conversations. I turned even more red.

	"N-no! I need to.... use the restroom," I said nervously.

	Christine made an "oooh" face as she grabbed my hand and led me out of the classroom. We walked up to the bathrooms.

	"Alright, I can't go in the boy's bathroom, so let me just," She took a knee in front of me and began to undo my pants in the middle of the hall. There wasn't anyone there, but still.

	"Christine, what are you doing?" I asked, whispering frantically.

	"Nick, I need to get your diaper off so you can go potty like a big boy, isn't that what you want?" She said, stopping.

	"Of course that's what I want, but can't you take off my pants in the bathroom?" I asked aggressively.

	"Of course not!" She said, indignant, "I can't go into the boy's bathroom, and you can't use the girl's bathroom!"

	"Christine, I'm going to piss myself, please can you take off my pants somewhere more private?"

	"Fine," she says, and she leads me into the entrance of the boy's bathroom. Not to where the actual bathroom begins, but to the maze-like corridor that leads to the actual door that is the entrance to the bathroom.

	I begin to get more and more desperate as she takes her sweet time unclasping my pants. If I wasn't wearing diapers and on the brink of peeing myself, this would have been incredibly sexy.

	Just as I finally step out of one leg-hole I begin to wet my diaper. I close my eyes in embarrassment, and I know that Christine knows because instead of continuing with the undressing, she pulls my pants back up and picks me up, taking me to the girl's bathroom.

	"Looks like you didn't make it," she says softly into my ear, "It's ok, I'm not mad at you, I'm just glad you were in the diapers so you didn't make a mess. Let's get you cleaned up and then we can go to English, okay?"

	I was about to cry, but Christine's sweet voice takes me back from the brink of emotional breakdown. I nod softly.

	She laid me down on a changing table and tugged my pants off gently. She then unclasped the tapes that held my soggy diaper to me. As she began to wipe me down I felt myself get hard. I wanted to sink through the ground in shame.

	I couldn't believe it, the girl I used to lust over, the one I wanted to dominate in bed and make a wife out of was now changing a diaper I helplessly pissed in, and bringing me to an erection by wiping the piss from my ass.


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	Luckily my penis became flaccid before it became a real problem in the change. Christine changed my diaper without much comment, and then she walked me to the English room and left to get our bags from Chemistry.

	I never really noticed it, but Christine's presence was kind of comforting. Sitting in the oversized chair as five or so amazonesses talked right in front of me, some carrying boys was intimidating to say the least. I was sweating slightly until Christine returned and sat next to me.

	Halfway through the class a girl raised her hand.

	"Excuse me, Mrs.Smith? Can I take Robbie here to the nurse? He seems to have had an accident," the girl asked innocently, referring to the boy sitting next to her trying desperately to hide himself.

	Mrs.Smith nodded, "I suppose I should call the janitor to clean that desk," she said.

	The girl walked out carrying the boy by the armpits. From my vantage point it was clear that he wasn't wearing diapers and he had pooped himself, judging by how his pants sagged down.

	Mrs.Smith called the janitor and she was there in five minutes to take the desk out. Class then continued as normal, until soon after the girl walked back in with Robbie. Robbie's eyes were red, and he was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper.

	Mrs.Smith looked at the girl, and the girl said, "poor Robbie had a poopy accident, and apparently all the spare clothes are gone or being used, so the nurse has allowed him to go in just a diaper."

	Mrs.Smith looked at the boy with a mixture of maternal instinct and sympathy, "poor baby."

	The girl sat down with Robbie on her lap, and it wasn't long before class ended.

	As Christine and I walked to lunch, I began to wonder about the spare clothes. How many pairs of pants were there? 20, 30? Does that mean that there are 20-30 boys running around that have been put in diapers today?

	Lunch was just about the same. Steve was a little bit more shy, waving less and making smaller gestures. His girlfriend, however, chatted Christine up, all about Steve's accident in the library.

	"Oh poor guy!" Christine said, "another boy had an accident in English today too, he pooped his pants!"

	"Boys really can't hold their bowels, can they?"

	"No, I guess not. The worst part was, though, that the nurse didn't have any more spare pants to give him, so he's in this lunchroom somewhere dressed in nothing but a T-shirt and diaper!"

	Steve's girlfriend smiled and looked around.

	"I think I see him," she said. Christine started looking around too, "he's on the knee of that Monica girl, and there are a lot of other girls around him talking too."

	"They probably feel sorry for him, poor baby!" Christine giggled.

	After lunch we went to gym again. The boys, of course, played tag. I could hear my diaper crinkle with every step, and I could also hear the subtle noises of some other boys wearing diapers too.

	From my usual spot in the corner of the gym where I would stop and rest in games like these, I could hear violent slaps against the walls of the girl's gym. I was confused at first, but then I realized that the girls must be playing the most ridiculously crazy game of dodgeball ever known to man. These girls weren't even professional athletes, but they still could throw balls at what I assumed to be around 120 miles per hour. A hit from one of those dodgeballs would probably kill any boy that was currently toddling around the gym playing tag.

	Just like yesterday the girls came in a couple minutes early sweating from their superhuman exercise to watch us with maternal gazes as we struggled to run around in circles. There was no partner game today, so the gym teacher just allowed anyone and everyone to play any game they wanted while she left to go get work done.

	The gym degenerated into several different circles as she left. First, there were girls apparently without boy companions playing basketball taking up half the gym, while the boys and about half of the girls populated the other half.

	Christine and I were just standing around until I heard a girl exclaim very loudly.

	"Oh, Robbie, you need a diaper change!"

	I didn't notice it while the boys were playing tag, but Robbie did in fact use his diaper. As he was picked up by Monica I, and all the people in the gym watching because of Monica's outburst saw that Robbie's diaper was sagging considerably.

	"Does anyone have anything I can use to change him? He's not normally put in diapers, so I wasn't given any supplies."

	Much to my own embarrassment, Christine stood up.

	"Yeah, I have some, here!" she said as she ran over to her bag to retrieve one of the diapers my mother gave her along with wipes and baby powder. My only hope was that nobody knew that I was "with" Christine.

	Monica looked at Christine with utmost gratitude. Then, to everyone's surprise, she laid Robbie down on his back and began to change him right on the gym floor.

	Most of the girls watched along curiously as Monica ripped the tapes off of Robbie's diaper and began to change him, all the while the changed was desperately trying to make himself look as small as possible.

	The boys turned away, half in horror and half in respect. Each giggle that came from the growing crowd of girls around the changing was another chord of terror in each of our hearts.

	Gym soon ended and Christine and I walked back to the main building to get our stuff.

	As I was placed into the carseat, I felt the urge to pee.

	"Hey, Christine, can I use the bathroom before we leave?" I asked, hopeful.

	Christine smiled at me, "Do you really need to go right now? I mean, it's not that far, and it would be too much trouble to get you out and back in the building by now."

	Being strapped into a carseat with a five-point harness by a woman twice your height doesn't give you much leverage, so naturally I quit my asking and we were on our way. It wasn't long into the ride before I was wet.

	"Fall break starts tomorrow," Christine said from the driver's seat, "Are you excited?"

	I hadn't even considered fall break after everything that had happened in the last two days.

	"Yeah, I guess," I said casually, "I'm not really doing anything though."

	"Oh really?" Christine said excitedly, "Do you think your mom would let you come with me for the break?"

	That caught me off guard. Five days with only Christine? I began to weigh my options. What was more likely to end poorly, four days with Christine, or four days with my sister, my mother and my babyfied father.

	"I think so," I said, "I'd love to go with you."

	Christine smiled at me from the rear view mirror.

	We didn't even knock on the front door of the house, but we walked in on my father playing with some toys on the carpeted floor of our living room and my mother placing a plate of cookies on the dining room table.

	"Oh, you're home!" my mother said, walking over to greet us.

	"Hello Mrs.Smith!" Christine said, waving.

	"Hi Christine," my mother said, picking me up by the armpits, "Thanks so much again for taking Nick home, its just so much less stress on my shoulders."

	"You're very welcome, he's just a little angel!" Christine said as she followed my mother into the dining room. My cheeks turned red with embarrassment at Christine's comment.

	"By all means, Christine, have a seat and enjoy snack with us!" My mother said. She placed me into the high chair and gave me a cookie and a baby bottle of milk. At first I blushed deeply, but Christine didn't seem to mind, so I ate and drank timidly.

	"Well, I was going to stay a while anyway to discuss with you the possibility of Nick coming with me on a small trip over fall break," Christine said. My mother leaned in closer.

	"My family owns a house about two and a half hours away from here. Its just a vacation home, nothing major. My parents are off on a trip themselves so I was planning on bringing my brother and a friend, and I was wondering if Nick could come with me," Christine elaborated.

	My mother nodded slowly, "He can go, but only on a couple of conditions. First, he has to be in bed by eight, no exceptions."

	I was about to interject, but remembering my situation I bit my tongue.

	"Second, he needs to wear swim floaties or a life vest whenever he's on a boat or swimming. It would probably be best to get him some swim protection too. Thirdly, no soda."

	Christine smiled, even though there were several conditions, she seemed happy I was allowed to go on the trip with her.

	After a couple 'thank you's Christine left the house. I had finished my milk and cookie, so my mom took me out of the highchair and immediately found me to be wet.

	"Well, honey, do you think you need diapers for another day?" she said as I layed on the changing table, the bottom half of me nude.

	"No, please put me in underwear!" I practically begged her. I smiled as she took out a pair of undies.

	The rest of the day I did a little bit of homework, but mostly I just played with my dad. It was actually enjoyable, because he simply didn't understand basic things like object permanence. After about an hour of playing peek-a-boo! with him he didn't even feel like my father anymore, just some oversized baby.

	Janet came home from school and, in true eight year old fashion, took over playing with my dad. "No," I thought to myself, "He isn't my dad anymore, he's Gavin."

	Janet of course changed Gavin's dirty diaper too, and soon after it was time for dinner.

	Dinner was almost a complete repeat of the last night, with me in the highchair with finger food while my mom and sister ate like adults and my dad (sorry, Gavin) suckled on my mother's breasts as she ate.

	My mom had the training toilet out, so I quickly used it (much to my mother's pride, and much to my embarrassment) before I was put to bed.

	The next day I had breakfast and then Christine came to pick me up. My mom gave Christine my schoolbag and also a duffle full of clothes for the trip. As she was picking me up to put me in the carseat, she began to pat my rear end, confused.

	"Nick, are you not wearing diapers today?" she asked as she strapped me into the carseat.

	"Yes," I said, rather offended, "Why would you ask that?"

	"Well," Christine said diplomatically, "yesterday you didn't seem very ready for big boy underwear. But of course, if you think you're ready I'm not your mother."

	She got into the front seat and then turned around.

	"I did bring the extra diapers your mom brought me, just in case she didn't give me more spares. I'll be carrying them around just in case."

	And with that, we were off to school. We talked briefly about what we were going to do over fall break, but mostly Christine was focused on driving.

	Chemistry was pretty much the same as yesterday. I showed the teacher my homework but she just checked it and moved on. She transitioned into a lecture which I mostly understood, but I had one question. She ignored my hand three times before I put it down angrily.

	The next class was math, which was the same, homework, lecture, dismissal. I, and probably the entirety of the class, and probably the whole school  was watching the clock, counting down the minutes before we were released for fall break.

	After math I needed to go to the bathroom, so I snuck off away from Christine's trap of socialization and went to the boy's bathroom. As soon as I walked in I heard the telltale rip of diaper tapes. I looked to my left and there was Robbie, eyes puffy and red, getting his messy diaper changed by Monica. He didn't seem to notice me, so I tiptoed past and began using the urinal. Monica turned to look at me.

	"Going potty like a big boy little fella?" She turned back to Robbie, pulling his thoroughly used diaper out from under him, "not like Robbie here, he's having trouble getting to the toilet. Isn't that right, Robbie?"

	I saw tears pouring from Robbie's eyes. Monica melted at the sight of them.

	"Hey, baby it's okay! I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of the class!" She said, quickly finishing the change and picking the pantless Robbie up for a hug, "It's alright, I'm just doing what's best for you. You'll get potty training eventually!"

	Robbie calmed down and Monica helped him into his pants and left.

	I too zipped my pants up and left for english. As I walked into the classroom I saw Christine smile and wave. I walked over and sat next to her.

	"Where were you sweetie?" She asked, leaning in as to whisper into my ear, "I lost you right after math!"

	"I went to the bathroom," I said casually, trying very hard not to sound overly proud on my rather standard accomplishment.

	"Oh really?" Christine said, her eyes widened, "Do you need a change or anything?"

	"No," I said, failing trying not to sound proud, "I did it all by myself!"

	Christine just sat back and smiled, as class was about to begin. The english teacher paced the front of the classroom, discussing the quarter and what had happened during it, and when her speech was over, she let us have a free day.

	I sat in my chair as the class devolved into what was a "free period". Each girl had paired up with their boy, and most sat on the floor and played quietly. Monica was gently rocking Robbie. One couple was playing airplane, and the game was inadvertently showing the boy's diaper as the girl's feet stretched the fabric of his shorts to make it sheer. One girl simply sat as her boy napped in her lap, nestled comfortably under her breast.

	Christine and I talked more about fall break as we sat waiting for the period to end. She told me about the house, how old it was and how big it was going to be for just the two of us. "Just the two of us, eh?" I thought to myself. Could this mean something? I mean, she had been calling me "sweetie" and "honey", and changing my shitty and pissy pants, I mean, she had to be at least somewhat interested in me. I wonder what a non-marriage romantic relationship meant in this reality.

	Eventually the period ended.