2 Policy, Procedure and Perverts

Belle began her morning routine the way she always did. "Just another day in paradise," she said, dropping her feet heavily to the floor. When she had been forced to move into the dorms, she drew the unluckiest straw, being placed directly over the supers room. This led to her being watched more than most other "residents"; however, it had one upside. Every morning that dickhead Rob was awoken to the excited stomps of his nearest and dearest neighbour. After all, she had to do something nice for the straightedge, bland as porridge, rat.

She had been lucky in one way; however, when everything went wrong, her friends had insulated her as "patient zero" very quick. Anytime the source of the diaper menace was traced, Belle's friends would defer any source to ABDL Twitter and some fairly cozy posts from well-known creators in the space. That had kept her safe, and she could even continue her education because of their efforts.

As she continued getting ready, she glanced at the policy manual on the floor on the "Primary Rules" page.

1) All students MUST maintain a satisfactory level of personal hygiene.

2) All students MUST wear their assigned school uniforms.

3) All students MUST maintain a clean diaper at all times.

The first part was easy; as she stepped into the warm shower, the water cascaded down her body, causing her to reminisce about the simple times before all these crappy changes. She would give anything for a sodden diaper right now, hugging her waist, squishing with every step. Instead, Rule 3 was in effect. Hall monitors patrolled, watching, listening and smelling for any sign that students needed to keep themselves prim and proper.

The second rule wasn't that bad for Belle. The attendants needed a way to see that students were keeping on top of their diapers, so every student was now issued a skirt. It was embarrassing how it showed off even the edge of a dry diaper. But it wasn't as bad for her as it was for the boys on the football team! (Though she had to admit, their kicker, Jesse, pulled it off really well and seemed just a bit too comfortable in it for some reason!)

She grew more irritated as she spent time drying, laying on her bed, and reading back through the policy book. "Was it so bad that people, you know, went to lectures? That they focused on class work? That they actually socialized? Guess scent policies come first," she chirped internally, chuckling at the absurdity. Rolling off the bed with one last huff, she got dressed, ensuring a fresh diaper was included and that her skirt followed the curve of the padding. "Time for another day in paradise," she said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

Leaving her dorm, Belle strolled across campus. It was a quiet day, and most students were still sleeping. Her stomach grumbled. She'd need to stop by the cafeteria for a bite before making her way to class. Turning down one of the side streets. She made her way towards a large building with smooth glass sides. "Even before this whole thing, the building was a little ugly, the fact they rebranded everything. "Miss Stephanie's Cafeteria or Miss Stephanie's Library didn't really help matters," she thought, smirking. Suddenly, a commotion broke out to her left as an attendant had a student trapped in an alley, berating them.

"You know the rules, Layla, no sogging your pampers anymore," the hall monitor said, jabbing a finger into Layla's squishy padding. "All you big ole babies, running around in diapers, getting off on sitting in your own mess, you're disgusting," the attendant was attempting to display some form of elitism. He would find it hard to do. The man had rat-like features, greasy hair and a hunched back that screamed creep. Usually, Belle wouldn't have been quick to judge.

Belle, however, thought the ornery man could use a taste of his own medicine. "The man likes looking at diapers all day. Let's give him a closer look," she thought. Reaching into her bag, she brought out one of her fresh diapers "kept in case of emergencies, including creep attendants pursuing young ladies," Belle quipped. Carefully, she opened her water bottle, dousing the diaper with cold water, causing it to swell. Doughy in her hand, Belle fastened the tapes on one side. Crouching, she snuck up to the guard, careful to not be seen. Like a cat, she pounced, slapping the soggy diaper down over the guard's head with a plop and fastening the tapes on the other side around his neck.

"What the heck!" the guard yelled in an exasperated tone, flailing around.

"Run, darling!" Belle shouted as she shoved the guard off to the side. He clattered into the wall, his muffled cries laugh-worthy. As Layla realized what was happening, she began to dash after Belle, not missing her chance for some comeuppance. She gave one solid kick to the groin as she jetted past the man. Between falling into the wall and the sudden shock of pain, the main seemed to pass out, leaning into the wall, his head slumped. Together, the girls crossed the quad, getting lost in the crowd on the way into the cafeteria.

"Appreciate the help back there," Layla said, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Guy was an absolute prick". Standing straight, Belle finally got a good look at the lady. Her curly black hair, russet brown skin and toned physique immediately reminded Belle of someone. Had she met this woman somewhere before? "Uhhhh, hello? Earth to saviour!" The woman resisted the urge to flick Belle on the forehead, but only just.

"Ahh, I'm sorry," Belle said, her face flushing with embarrassment, "Ya just look real familiar, and I can't quite place ya."

"Oh! Sorry, a bit rude of me, actually", Layla said, extending her hand to Belle, "I'm Layla Duncan, once a striker on our former college soccer team before being trapped in daycare." Layla smiled proudly, concealing her anger over all sports programs being shut down due to the new policies.

Belle took the woman's hand in a firm shake. "You can call me Belle," she said with a smile.

"Wait... you're THE Belle!? oh my god, you're a legend!" Layla's face contorted into surprise and excitement. "Hey, I'm starving. Do you want to grab a bite, maybe talk about things?" the woman asked, gesturing over her shoulder to the cafeteria door with one thumb.

"I was just coming here for breakfast when I found ya. Be glad to have the company," Belle said with a grin. As the two women walked inside, they failed to notice the two other students sneaking behind them, hiding in the crowd carrying some beakers.

In the alleyway, Stephanie Lockwood, wearing a fine black suit, approached the guard. Her silver hair, long enough to reach her lower back, played delicately in the breeze as she stood over the guard. Looking down at the slumped form of the man, "shameful," Stephanie thought. Sighing, she crouched, grabbing hold of the diaper still fastened around the man's head and pulling it free. "We pay you to keep order in this place, not indulge some.... perverted fantasies," Stephanie said, venom dripping from her words. She tossed the balled-up diaper across the alley into a nearby dumpster effortlessly.

For his part, the man remained dazed as he looked up at Stephanie. "A-ambushed" was all he mustered before passing out again.

Stephanie rose to her feet, shaking her head. She drew a smartphone from her pocket and tapped on an app, putting the phone to her ear. "Yes, this is Miss Stephanie. Send medics to the quad; we have a guard down. Additionally, please see them terminated and escorted off the grounds immediately. In his file, just put 'lecherous scum'. Thank you." She closed the app and locked her phone, returning it to her pocket. As she left the alley, Stephanie looked around, pleased with the order she had brought to this place.