White Tights Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Miss Jenkins made the girls start by running laps of the sports hall. Chloe tried to move in a way that wouldn’t make her breasts jiggle, but realised fairly quickly that it was hopeless. The other girls teased and taunted her about her exposed chest. The taunts about her nappy hadn’t stopped, but now they had something new to torment her with. To make matters worse, all the movement combined with the fact that her nappy was no longer compressed under a pair of tights meant that Chloe was making a crinkling noise with every step she took. As she ran Chloe became aware of two new feelings. Firstly, her nappy was rubbing against her vagina, which Chloe realised was not entirely unpleasant. The fact that it felt nice made her very embarrassed, as if she thought the other girls would know. The other thing that Chloe was aware of was that her nappy was riding up at the back and giving her something of a wedgie. She reached back as she ran, and inserted a finger into one of the leg holes, aiming to pull the nappy out of her bum, when she felt a sharp slap to her hand.

‘I do hope you aren’t trying to take that off,’ scolded Sarah.

‘You know I wasn’t,’ retorted Chloe.

‘Well, just in case, I don’t think you should touch it. If I see you touching it again I’ll warm your bottom for you. Are we clear?’

‘Yes,’ replied Chloe sullenly.

‘Yes what?’ asked Sarah.

‘Yes … Aunty Sarah.’

As soon as this exchange was finished, Lily approached from behind and pushed the soft nappy further up Chloe’s crack with such force that she was forced to waddle the last part of the run. Her rear end, still red from her spankings, was now on display, and the nappy was rubbing against her crotch more than ever before, but Chloe knew she couldn’t adjust it without angering Sarah.

After they finished the warm up, Miss Jenkins split the girls into two groups. Half were sent to use the trampolines, while Chloe was sent to play volleyball with the remaining girls. Chloe found volleyball something of a struggle. It was partly because she had a thick wad of padding up her backside, but also because all the girls kept aiming the ball for her. They seemed to love the way that Chloe couldn’t help but jiggle her tits as she attempted to send the ball back over the net. After several humiliating games, the girls were told to switch activities, and Chloe grudgingly waddled over to the trampoline. There was a brief interlude on the way, and a chance to talk to Sophie.

‘How’re you holding up?’ Sophie asked.

‘How do you think? I don’t think things can get any worse,’ Chloe replied.

‘Of course they could,’ said Sophie, ‘you could be wet and messy. And at least it’s an all girls school. Imagine if there were cute boys here too.’

Chloe was suddenly grateful that her nappy was dry, and realised that boys seeing her in this state would be even more humiliating. This led her to think about Ryan as she was standing in line, waiting for her turn on the trampoline with no sense of eagerness. She’d been adamant that Ryan couldn’t find out about her nappies, but that was when she thought she wouldn’t have to wear them at home. She had no idea how she was going to handle things now.

When it was Chloe’s turn to get up on the trampoline, there were the giggles that she was beginning to grow accustomed to. The girls who were waiting pointed and laughed at her breasts as they helplessly bounced up and down. The trampoline wasn’t helping maters downstairs either, as her nappy seemed to get wedged further and further up her bum. She could feel it rubbing her down below as well, and realised with mounting horror that she was starting to get a little bit flustered. Her arousal was gradually building, and she was sure she was getting flushed in the face, but luckily the other girls put that down to her embarrassment physical exertion. Luckily, her turn was over before things got too far, and she gladly clambered down from the trampoline.

Miss Jenkins told the girls that they were dismissed, and to go and have a shower quickly because the year 7 girls were coming in soon to meet for their after-school hockey club.

‘Can I have my clothes back Miss?’ Chloe asked, trying her best to look endearing.

‘Go and have your shower first Chloe, then you can have them back.’

By this point Chloe didn’t even try to argue, she was just glad to have survived the day, and if she had to walk back to the changing room in nothing but her nappy, then so be it. All the girls she was with had already had a good laugh at her expense in this state. She walked back to the changing room with her class mates.

While the other girls needed to undress, Chloe didn’t really have a lot to take off. However, after Lily had caught her taking her tights down earlier she wasn’t going to take any chances by taking her own nappy off for a shower. She approached Sarah.

‘Sarah, can you take my nappy off so that I can shower please?’

‘I would have thought that you could ask a LOT more nicely than that,’ replied Sarah, standing in her pink knickers and white sports top.

‘Okay, okay. Aunty Sarah, please will you take my nappy off?’

‘Still not good enough,’ Sarah replied, ‘you know the sort of thing I’m after.’

‘Fine,’ said Chloe. ‘Aunty Sarah, please will you take off my baby nappy so that I can wash my lulu? Is that good enough?’

‘That was good,’ replied Sarah, ‘but I won’t be taking your nappy off. All the other girls have to use that shower and I don’t think they fancy going barefoot in your pee. I think we’ve all seen that you can’t be trusted not to have an accident.’

‘Please Sarah, what am I supposed to do?’

‘Have a shower, like you’ve been told. You’ll just have to keep your nappy on.’

Chloe considered going back to Miss Jenkins and asking her to take her nappy off, but realised that the year 7 girls would be arriving in the sports hall any moment now, and didn’t want them to see her in nothing but a nappy. Feeling defeated, she went and stood in the shower and turned the water on. As it ran down her body and onto her nappy, she suddenly felt it swelling. The back of it pushed her cheeks apart until her bottom simply couldn’t hold it, and it sagged down with a plop, hanging heavily between her legs. Other girls were coming into the showers now, and Chloe could see that not one of them was hairless like she was. She did what she could to get herself clean, and then wandered out of the shower with her enormous saturated nappy hanging between her legs. When she got to where she had left her things, she felt a terrible sinking feeling in her stomach. Her towel was gone, but more worryingly, she noticed that some of her clothes were missing too. She realised with dread that she had left some of them with Miss Jenkins, and now she was going to have to face the year 7 girls as she was in order to get them back.

Chloe put her skirt and shoes (the only items of clothing left on the bench) in her bag, and trudged her way out to the sports hall. She just wanted to get this over with, and get home. She was beginning to feel an urge to poo, and was still hopeful that she would at least get to do that in a toilet. The high pitched laughter of the much younger girls was almost deafening in the echo of the sports hall as Chloe waddled over to Miss Jenkins.

‘Miss,’ Chloe said meekly, ‘can I have my clothes back now please?’

‘My my, child,’ said Miss Jenkins with mock concern in her voice, ‘I had been warned that I might need to change one of your wet nappies but I didn’t expect it to be quite as wet as this.’

Her comment got a fresh round of laughter from the year 7s. She motioned for two of the year 7 girls to bring a towel and then got them to dry Chloe roughly, an exercise that they seemed to take great delight in.

‘Well, lay down on this bench dear and I’ll do my best to sort you out,’ Miss Jenkins said.

She asked one of the girls who had just helped dry Chloe to bring over her bag, and the other stood less than three feet away, grinning wildly, eyes flitting between Chloe’s chest and nappy. When the first girl returned with the bag, Miss Jenkins removed a trio of items that had now become all too familiar to Chloe, a nappy, powder and wipes. Miss Jenkins undid the tapes on Chloe’s nappy, leaving a theatrical pause for her mesmerised audience between each one. Chloe braced herself for more laughter as the front of her nappy was pulled down, exposing her hairless fanny, but it didn’t come. Chloe realised with some comfort that it was quite likely that a number of these girls probably didn’t have much more hair down there than she did, so they didn’t find it a source of amusement in the way that the older girls did. The year 7s, did, however, find it incredibly amusing when Miss Jenkins slid the massively saturated nappy out from under her and dropped it on the floor with a loud plop that echoed in the sports hall. Miss Jenkins then went to work roughly with the towel on Chloe’s pussy, before lifting her legs and drying off her bum as well. Next came the wipes, and while Chloe wasn’t exactly thrilled to be have somebody wipe her bum in front of girls much younger than her, she was at least pleased that Miss Jenkins didn’t seem to share Sarah’s inclination to violate her back passage. The new nappy was unfolded, and Chloe’s legs were lifted by the ankles while Miss Jenkins slid it under her bum. Finally she was powdered and sealed in, much to the amusement of the hockey club. Miss Jenkins helped her back into her tights, and mercifully let her finish getting dressed herself. It seemed that she had had her fill of humiliating Chloe, at least for today. When Chloe was dressed she hurried out, partly to escape the humiliation of the younger girls and partly to try to catch up with Sophie so that they could walk home together. After the day she’d had, Chloe felt like she really needed a friend. Little did she know that her ‘friend’ had arranged for a certain randy boyfriend to meet her outside of school, and her chances of keeping her nappies a secret from him were dwindling by the second.