WINNER: The Eternal A

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I stood awkwardly on the plastic sheet and looked around the room with a shy blush.  Mr. Edison said if he could take just a few pictures of me, he'd give me a passing grade in Statistics.  And I knew my strengths - I was pretty and blonde, I didn't need to be smart!  But I didn't expect these sort of pictures. 

"Are you sure no one will ever see these?" I asked him, with my hair tied in pigtails and wearing the schoolgirl outfit he had picked out.  It was cute, but the school dress code would never allow it.  I was more worried about what he had me wear under it...

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"Nobody will ever see these," I replied to her, punctuating the sentence with the click of my camera shutter. 

"Not so long as you're a good girl, my little blonde angel." That condition was a new one, but the little angel in question with her yellow hair ribbons didnt seem to click to it when he said it.

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"Put down your bags," he told me, so I did.  I looked shyly at my knee-high stockings and tried to push my knees together.  No luck... 

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked again, for the thousandth time, but I was never good at catching on to the obvious. 

"Hush now.  Here, take this." He handed me a lollipop, but the lollipop was shaped like... my cheeks went a little pink.

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"Just some pictures, and you get a passing grade. You know what other professors might have you doing, don't you Calissa? You know from experience, and you know that I'm being kind to you, don't you? Suck on your lollipop, sweetheart, and give a good show for the camera. Isn't this easier than studying?"

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Sure, I'd given a blowjob or two for As on papers.  But I was 18 - I could do whatever I wanted!  I never had to suck off a sucker, though.  But so what?  Like Mr. Edison said - it was easier than studying.  I dropped to my knees on his command and put the huge lollipop deep down my throat, treating it as kindly as I'd treat any of my other teachers.  Then he ordered me to lift the front of my skirt.  I looked up shyly and did as I was told, displaying the three thick diapers taped around my hips.  Gosh...

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The pictures would make excellent mementos, not just of this moment as a whole, but of the first step that Calissa took in her life that led her away from all her old ways. One picture gave leverage and a dozen gave control, and by the time the school year had ended, she wouldn't think about grades anymore - she'd only consider what it took to earn her next diaper change. If only the poor blonde girl had been smart enough to keep statistics of that process, she might never have gone down this path.