Chapter #16Ruby makes a mess by: Mal-Ten   In a few quick minutes, Yang's uniform was properly on...more or less. Her fingers fiddle with the tie as she marched forward with the rest of RWBY, on route to Glynda's class. Her mind constantly focused on the crinkling of diapers, moreso her own. The dream was one thing, but messing in her sleep? Thankfully she wasn't the only one...
"Ruby! I am not changing any more of your dirty diapers today!" Weiss stand, eyeing Ruby who had just let loose a small fart. The girl was far to busy munching on a cookie to respond, but shrug. Irritating the Heiress further. "Oh real mature Ruby. No wonder why your morning diaper was crammed."
"At least mine wasn't a soggy monster" Ruby mutter in-between bites, making the white hair huntress blush. Slipping the rest of the cookie into her mouth, she giggled. "It's just the nature of things. Besides, I don't gotta go. Just a little tummy ache."
"Speaking of aches....is anyone's package itchy?" Blake sheeply spoke, awkwardly squeezing her thighs together. Yang was also struggling with it. It was like something was biting her repeatly on her bottom. "It must be these diapers....I am itching too." Weiss said as the group entered Glynda's classroom. Sitting in the front row as always. Glynda was at the front, clearly padded underneath her outfit yet with most of the padding obscured from view. Her face slumped in a seemingly discontent and annoyed way. The class starts as normal.
The itching only grew worse with time. Each girl had started to squirm due to the discomfort. Blake seemed to have it worse: Having to occasionally reach down and rub the front of her diaper discreetly to dull the sensation. Weiss and Yang meanwhile were using their seats to try and aid their efforts. Pushing down against the wood and grinding against, causing a loud crinkling sound to ring out.
"Hmph...Team RWBY" Yang looked up to see the grimacing look of Glynda staring back. "I am trying to teach a class here. This is you one and only warning to knock off that noise. Or else." Lingering her gaze for a few more moments, she turned and kept teaching.
Yet the young team leader was squirming for a far worse reason. Ruby's arm loosely hug her stomach while her legs fidgeted under the desk. Despite having Weiss in-between them, Yang could hear the ominous gurgling noises. Slowly building up in volume. It clearly caught the ice-queen's attention too; evident from the mixture of shock, disgust, and sympathy on her face. "Ruby are you ok?"
"I can't....I can't..." was all Ruby managed to mutter back out, quietly groaning. The 'cookies' were taking their toll. A bead of sweat begun to drip down her forehead. It had been only 15 minutes, but it took nearly all her focus not to lose control of her bowels....and it was a losing battle. Bending forward, Ruby's diapered bum lifted a tad from her seat. Shuttering, a short but wet sounding fart roared out before her quiet grunts took over. Yang could see her diaper's edge poking out under the skirt, expanding at a steady, rapid pace. The smell quickly followed as the padding met the seat once more, forcing the remaining bowel movement to spread around the diaper. The grossness causing Ruby to shuffling in her new messy garment. It was one thing to mess secluded or alone, but the tense setting of the classroom was humiliatingly even to Ruby. Defeated, she tilted her blushing face down as a loud squish noise radiated from her seat. Earning a round of snickers from the students behind her.
Glynda had already turned around, eyeing the four intently. Her face showing her annoyance, only to be amplified by her tone. "It seems you girl's can act straight, let alone your age. I am disappointed. Judging from the smell, it seems one of you lack any maturity at all. Up and turn. It's time for a diaper check."
Yang looked nervously at Ruby. She knew that if she didn't do anything, Ruby would most likely take the fall. Yet she would need to do something pretty drastic to draw attention away.
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