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CHAPTER 3

The next few moments were a whirlwind of frantic activity for the poor school teacher. Almost immediately after searching around for something appropriate to put on, she found the same outfit that Burdette had been wearing the day before, folded neatly up next to the note for apparently just such a purpose. Kerrigan soon wiggled into them and was somewhat pleased to find except for a mild tightness in certain places the borrowed clothing fit.

More frightening was the disposable diaper she had been locked into. It pushed her legs apart with it's thick padding, forcing her to walk with a slight waddle and, to her nervous ears, the sound of the plastic crinkling through the pants was monstrously loud -- she'd be instantly detected!

Propelled by a nervous energy, Kerrigan quickly went through the motions of preparing herself for class, using Burdette's own brushes to quickly get her hair back into place. Preparations completed, she took a step back and worriedly studied herself in the mirror -- to her relief, in the span of a few short minutes she had managed to make herself look more or less presentable, though the knowledge of the thick disposable diaper underneath her skirt still hung in her mind, making her frantic with worry.

In relatively short order, the catgirl was soon walking -- waddling -- back to her car and then, not too long after, on her way to the school building. The entire drive was an exercise in nervousness and confused feelings as she replayed the events of the night before in the back of her head. Had she really done that with her student? That couldn't of really happened, could it?

The embarrassing reality of the situation was pushed into her every time she shifted in her seat, the thick padding pushing her legs slightly apart serving to remind her just how real things really were. Even worse, Kerrigan could feel a pressure starting to build below her stomach, no doubt from the bottle-feeding that had occurred the previous night. The idea of having to use the diapers at school was mortifying, and Kerrigan hoped that she would manage to find Burdette before the problem became too much to handle.

With not a moment to lose, Kerrigan soon pulled into the teacher parking lot at her school and, after a few quick seconds of breathing quickly and steeling herself for what was to come, she pushed herself out of her seat, shouldered her bag, and walked into the school.

Burning with nervousness -- and, even if she wouldn't admit it, a frantic excitement buried deeply into her chest --, Kerrigan navigated the halls towards her classroom, nodding her head and returning polite greetings from students and colleagues alike. She was painfully aware of the way that the thick padding forced her legs slightly apart, forcing her to walk with a waddle, and she was certain that at least one she noticed a student's eyes glancing down as if to see what the source of the quiet crinkling that accompanied Kerrigan's movements could be.

Forcing herself to adopt the same calm and confident demeanor that she managed every other day that she walked into her classroom, Kerrigan pushed open the door and walked inside.

"Good morning, class," she remarked, even as she struggled to keep the waddle out of her steps as she maneuvered to her desk.

"Good morning, Ms. Kischuyo," came the response with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

Kerrigan settled down into her chair, arranged her papers and, meeting the moment that she had been alternatingly dreading while, at the same time, looking forward to in a perversely exciting way, glanced up to look at the students.

While things were more or less happening as they normally did -- a few students conversing quietly among themselves or readying their materials -- was taking place, the only thing that Kerrigan could focus on was the face of Burdette, her muzzle turned back into a knowing grin. She knew full well of Kerrigan's predicament and, even as the pressure building in her bladder gave a twinge of warning, Kerrigan realized that Burdette had planned for things to happen exactly as they were.

The teacher's ears suddenly reddened in blush as she became aware of how overlong she had been staring. Forcing her eyes away, Kerrigan cleared her throat and launched into her lesson. While it was normally her style of instruction to walk around the classroom and use the board extensively for examples, Kerrigan unsurprisingly had decided that the entirety of the day's lesson would be delivered with her safely behind her desk, where the large wooden front served as a protective buffer between the class and the infantile garment that was hugged intimately around her hips and locked into place.

The only real concern that Kerrigan still to deal with was the now painful warnings from her bladder, and had anyone been privy to what was happening underneath the desk, they would have seen the teacher forcing her legs together as much as the thick disposable diaper would allow. Eventually, Kerrigan began to tense up, allowing that she might have to wet herself behind the protective shield of her desk when, to her dread, she noticed something that had happened.

Burdette had raised her hand.

Cautiously, not sure what to expect, Kerrigan swallowed her apprehension even as she suffered another particularly painful twinge from her bladder. "Yes, Ms. Gordon?"

Burdette, meeting Kerrigan's eyes with a pleased smirk that she wasn't entirely able to hide, innocently wondered. "I'm still a little unclear about some of the metaphors in the story. Would you mind please diagramming them like you did with the other short stories?"

Kerrigan tensed up. She came perilously close to outright saying, "No," but she was painfully aware that it was still her duty as a teacher to do her job and, judging by the few nods of agreement that she saw scattered across the classroom, Kerrigan knew that she was going to have to do it. Begging her bladder to hang on for just a moment longer, she bit down on her lower lip before nodding her head. "Of course."

The renewal of movement was a shock and, as the catgirl pushed her chair back and stood up, the shifting of her body pushed further straining on her bladder, threatening to have her wetting her diaper right then and there. Each step bringing another painful twinge, Kerrigan carefully walked -- waddled -- over to the white board, forcing herself to speak calmly to the class.

It really was a very good attempt. Kerrigan managed to get through an entire sentence before, while moving to stand on the tips of her toes to dot an 'i', she finally lost the little control of her bladder that she had left.

Kerrigan's speaking faltered as she felt the pressure relieve itself, shivering slightly as she felt the diaper start to warm. After a blank period of three seconds or so she finally managed to pick back up the thread of her lesson, barely managing to continue speaking even as her hot urine flooded into her diaper to be drunk by the hungry and absorbent padding. She had to resist the temptation to squirm or sigh in relief as she continued wetting herself, and it was only be force of will that she was able to continue her teaching.

The diagram soon finished, Kerrigan turned around to face the class, painfully aware of the soaked diaper between her legs that was, even now, starting to sag slightly with it's heaviness, the added thickness of the urine-soaked padding forcing her legs apart that much further. Although her face was burning with humiliation, not a person in the class -- save for Burdette in the back, grinning widely -- seemed to recognize anything was out of the ordinary; almost everyone was watching her with lazy attention, with a few dreamers staring at the walls and slowly working their way closer towards unconsciousness.

After a single deep breath, Kerrigan returned to her lesson, although internally she was consumed by her embarrassment and, again, that same perverse excitement that she had felt before. She didn't dare meet Burdette's eyes, although she was painfully aware that she was watching her the whole time. Summoning every last vestige of courage and self-control, she explained the figure that she had just drawn and then sat back down at her desk, continuing the lesson.

The rest of the class passed relatively normally -- seated behind her desk, Kerrigan was thankfully saved from having to conceal the thick disposable, made even thicker by the uncontrolled wetting that had just occurred. It was a huge relief when the class finally abated, the students packing their things and filing out.

Even as she gathered her own things, Kerrigan watched Burdette out of the corner of her eye, who, for whatever reason, made no effort to return the eye contact, and instead acted if nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all. This mildly vexed Kerrigan, who, at the very least, had expected some sort of acknowledgment and, hopefully, maybe, the key to her locked plastic panties, although she had the vague feeling in the back of her head that things wouldn't be that easy. Annoyed, as the final stragglers were filing out, Burdette among them, Kerrigan pushed herself out of her chair and made to follow -- waddling -- after her.

Kerrigan was lucky -- after walking some length down the hallway, she stopped and turned, entering into a bathroom. Kerrigan, just now becoming aware of how much more pronounced her waddling was with the diaper soaked, glanced around and then followed her inside.

Thankfully for Kerrigan, the bathroom was empty except for herself and Burdette, the latter already standing at a sink and washing her hands casually with with her book bag slung over one shoulder. She glanced up as Kerrigan entered, grinning cheerily.

"Hello, kitten. Is it time for your change already?"

Kerrigan's cheeks reddened and, deep down, the kindling of rebellion ignited. She, a respectable teacher, had just been made to soak her diaper in front of her class! She wasn't going to play this game anymore!

"Burdette, I'm not doing this anymore! You are going to give me the key right now and we're going to pretend this never happened!", she hissed.

The student calmly turned off the faucet and, not even looking at Kerrigan, took a towel to begin drying her hands. "You seem pretty confident, what with those pictures of you that I've got."

Kerrigan's spirit sunk as she remembered the blackmail that was hanging over her, but she managed to rally. It was only a single picture, and not a very good one at that and, she considered, probably less damaging to her reputation than getting caught in front of her class in a soggy disposable.

"I don't care about the picture, you are go--"

Her feline student cut her off suddenly, tsking. "Pictures, pictures," she said, stressing the plural 's'. She rummaged around in her backpack and, a few moments later, produced a small stack of something and handed them to Kerrigan.

Her heart sank -- the whole stack was picture after picture of her from the night before; being lead around by Burdette, being pulled over her lap, her diaper pulled down as she was spanked, sitting in her lap, nursing from the bottles and, further along, pictures of her sleeping in Burdette's bed, thumb in her mouth. This wasn't just a little embarrassment -- this was complete and total humiliation.

"I've got copies of all of those, of course," chirruped Burdette happily, leaning against the counter with a smug smirk, bringing Kerrigan out of her daze.

Weakly, Kerrigan looked up. "What do you want?"

"For you to obey," simply responded Burdette. She took the pictures out of Kerrigan's unresisting hands and stashed them back in her backpack, then brought her hand around underneath Kerrigan's skirt and squeezed the seat of her disposable. The teacher winced, squirming as the still-warm padding pressed intimately against her rear. "Now, what is Kerri-kitten going to do for Ms. Burdette, unless she wants all those lovely pictures spread across the whole school?"

There simply was no other response. Kerrigan hesitated and then, in a quiet whisper, responded, "O-obey."

"Good girl," praised Burdette, rubbing the seat of Kerrigan's diaper through the plastic pants. She stood on her tiptoes and deposited a kiss on Kerrigan's cheek, then took her unrelenting hand and started leading her towards the largest bathroom stall. "What say that we get you changed and fed, kitten?"

There was no resistance in Kerrigan's limbs as she allowed herself to be lead inside the bathroom stall. Burdette gently ushered her into a corner and then settled her backpack down and begin to rummage through it. She pulled out a fresh bottle and settled down onto the toilet seat after pulling down the cover. She patted her lap with an pleased smile and motioned Kerrigan over.

Still slightly in shock with what had just happened, Kerrigan moved over and, with a slight grimace, settled down. Settling down brought the teacher into intimate contact with the soggy disposable clinging to her crotch, and only served to remind her of the embarrassing incident that had just occurred in her classroom. Past the point of protesting, she opened her mouth as the bottle's nipple was brought up to her mouth and, a few moments later, began to suckle.

The milk tasted cool against her tongue and flowed easily, ,each suckle bringing more and more and inducing Kerrigan into a steady rhythm. She was just beginning to relax when she felt Burdette's free hand creeping gently up between her legs. Kerrigan at first thought Burdette was trying to soothe her, though, a moment later, she knew better -- the younger student suddenly started pressing inwards with a heavy force, pushing soggy padding against the teacher's most intimate spots.

Kerrigan's eyes widened and her suckling broke for a moment as she gasped, sending a few droplets of milk down her chin before she recovered. Eyes fluttering, she made an attempt to moan a protest, but Burdette would hear none of it --moving her fingers in time with Kerrigan's suckling, Burdette continued to gently masturbate her teacher through the plastic panties and the diapers.

Not taking her lips off the bottle, Kerrigan began to twist and squirm, already in a heightened state of arousal from the line of humiliation and excitement that she had been walking all morning. Despite her very best efforts to suppress it, a last-ditch effort to prove that she would not be manipulated by her student, Kerrigan soon felt the familiar indicators of a coming climax and, a few moments later, she pressed her eyes shut and bit down into the bottle's nipple so that she wouldn't disturb the bathroom with her moaning. She gripped Burdette tightly, managing a stifled whimper as she twisted and bucked in the throes of climax.

Burdette, face locked in a look of pleased concentration whose excitement almost matched that of Kerrigan's, continued pressing her fingers across the front of Kerrigan's diaper, the thrusting coming in slower and slower frequencies until her hand finally went still. By this time, Kerrigan was a panting mess, milk dribbling down her chin. As she came back into her senses, a hot blush began to spread across her face and up her ears, thick with the knowledge that she had just let a student bottle feed her and masturbate her through her wet diapers -- and that she had loved every second of it. She let her full weight lean against Burdette and, for a few long and intimate moments, they hung there like that, Kerrigan in Burdette's arms, the two young women locked in an intimate embrace.

Moments passed. Finally Burdette deigned to speak, only after bending down to press a kiss to Kerrigan's forehead. "I've got class in a few minutes and you need to get back to your classroom, Kitten. Lets get you changed into something fresh."

Burdette gently levered Kerrigan off of her lap, ushering her into the corner before dipping back into her backpack. In relatively short order, a large plastic changing mat was procured, along with a fresh wipe and, Kerrigan noticed with a sense of inevitable foreboding, a fresh disposable diaper. Burdette arranged all the supplies on top of the plastic mat after spread it over the floor and, this done, moved back over to Kerrigan to gently lower her on top of it as well.

There was no resistance from the teacher -- even when Burdette surprised her with pressing a pacifier into her muzzle which she, after a hesitant moment, began to suckle. Soon on her back, she felt her skirt being gently pushed up out of the way, then followed by the gentle clicking of Burdette undoing the lock on her plastic panties.

"Legs up, kitten," commanded Burdette, with Kerrigan obeying a moment later. Sucking her pacifier, locked into a post-orgasm lethargic daze, Kerrigan felt her plastic panties wiggled down off her legs before Burdette reached down, gently manipulating the tapes and tugging them down.

Kerrigan suppressed the reflexive gasp as the cold air hit her moist groin. Her ears gently reddened again as she heard Burdette's tsking, saying, "My, my -- you really soaked these, didn't you? Kerrigan took solace in the comforting motions of suckling her pacifier, even as Burdette used the wipe and began to clean her up, cleaning the dampness up before sliding the sodden disposable diaper out from underneath Kerrigan. Leaving the used diaper to the side. she insisted, "And up again, cutie."

Kerrigan's legs obligingly rose before she felt herself being settled back down onto the fresh disposable, just as thick as the one that she had been just wearing. A few moments later she felt the diaper being pulled up, threaded through her tail and then pulled up between her legs, forcing them back apart before being taped back up into place.

"Just the panties now, kitten," soothed Burdette.

Kerrigan didn't immediately move to obey, making a pleading noise through her pacifier. To her, the locking plastic panties served as a means of permanence, a way that stopped her from backing out should she change her mind.

"You will wear them until I trust you," said Burdette with an air of finality, giving Kerrigan's rump a swat through her padding. "Or is it that you want me to show my lovely pictures of you, kitten?"

Kerrigan responded in a groan, lifting her legs obediently, which merited another, "Such a good girl." She felt the plastic pants being wriggled back up her legs and, a few moments later, she heard the lock close back into place with a foreboding click.

Burdette stood to survey her work -- lying on her back with a pacifier in her mouth, skirt pulled high to reveal those thick disposable diapers, Kerrigan looked completely and totally submissive and infantile, and the image brought forth a quiet stirring of excitement from the dominant Burdette.

"You are adorable," she remarked quietly, which brought forth another blush from Kerrigan that, of course, only made Burdette that much more please.

"You'll be coming by my apartment tonight again. The diapers are there to say for the foreseeable future -- you will come to me when you need changing, whether it be between classes or later, at my apartment. These are the rules, and you will obey me. Do you understand, kitten?"

Kerrigan responded with a meek nod.

Burdette almost purred with satisfaction. Leaving Kerrigan in the position that she was in, she bent back down and began to pack the supplies back in her bag, leaving the sodden disposable where it was. "I'll leave you to carry that to the trash yourself, kitten," she said with a wink.

She was soon packed in relatively short order. Bending over, she planted a gentle kiss on the prone teacher's cheek, saying, "Keep the changing mat in your purse. I think you're going to be needing it often." With that, she stood up and, blowing Kerrigan one last kiss, walked out of the stall and then, a moment later, out of the bathroom.

The teacher, still suckling her pacifier, stared blankly at the ceiling for a few moments, still overwhelmed with all that had occurred. Eventually, she worked the sense to stand back up and, moving somewhat mechanically, she obediently folded the changing mat up to be placed in her purse later and, picking up the soaked diaper -- she was surprised at how heavy it was! -- and deposited it in the trash.

Kerrigan lingered by the sink for a moment, pausing to simply recover her senses.

The attention was humiliating, but something that Kerrigan so totally craved. While the indignant part of her personality demanded that she end her relationship with Burdette, another side of her reveled in the indulgence of fetishes she had held for so long. Just the thought of sitting in her student's lap, muzzle wrapped around a bottle, sent a pleasurable shiver through her body. Still! Burdette was one of her students! This had to stop!

Clearly, something had to be done.

These thoughts and more were going through Kerrigan's mind as she stood in front of the mirror when she became distracted by the sound of the door opening. Kerrigan nodded distractedly as a student she didn't recognize entered, nodded politely at Kerrigan, and then moved into the very stall that Kerrigan herself had just exited. The teacher was confused by the sound of quiet giggling she heard a few moments later until she realized that the pacifier was still in her mouth and still being suckled.

An exquisite shade of pink returning to her cheeks, Kerrigan quickly plucked it from her mouth and, after a moment of hesitation, left the bathroom to waddle back to her classroom.