3 A Messy Breakfast

As Belle and her new friend Layla made their way toward the long line in the cafeteria, two girls were trailing close behind, each carrying a small vial filled with a clear substance. As they approached the line, the two shadows broke off, heading towards a hallway marked by a plaque reading "kitchen." they traced their way along the interior wall, ensuring anyone peaking out the swinging double doors wouldn't see them coming.

As the duo closed on the doors, they paused. The one closest to the door, Punky, had hair a shock of vibrant pink, was currently covered in a black hood, and raised her hand to her mouth. "These assholes have no idea what's coming, nor do their assholes," Punky said with a wry chuckle before waving her companion on. They pushed through the doors together, concealing themselves behind a large prep station. "Give me your vial, and I'll add it to the oatmeal. You distract the cooks somehow," the pink-haired punk ordered, focusing on a large bubbling pot across the pass.

"You sure you got this Punky?" a soft voice emanated from the hooded companion. A bright orange lock of curly hair bounced softly as she spoke, bobbing up and down with its owner's animated head movements."I-I mean, I got the distraction if that's what you want, but can you really get to the pot?" Her hands came up to her face as she whispered, curling into soft fists under her chin as she shuffled her shoulders nervously.

"Don't worry about it, Cindy; I got this. You focus on the lunch ladies," Punky said, carefully unstopping the vials, trying to avoid the pop of the rubber stoppers. "Now, get going. Who knows when someone else will come through those doors!" Punky practically hissed. She wasn't quite nervous, but she did know that any good sneak attack had a narrow window for success, and this was it. She turned, approaching the corner of the prep station closest to the pot. Peeking around the corner, she spied a portly woman in a blue chef's coat.

This was head chef Valorie Sinch, a rather brutish woman brought in by Headmistress Lockwood to ensure that the students were receiving a properly balanced and regulated diet. On the surface, Lockwood only cared about the diaper issue. However, Punky knew what was happening when Valorie was hired. She was a pillar of total control. Control that Stephanie was leveraging to gain complete authority over the College.

For her part, Cindy had reached the opposite side of the kitchen. Looking around the room, she spied a large bin of whisks, ladles and spatulas, fortunately perched about an industrial-sized mixing bowl. Carefully, Cindy reached into her sweater pocket, pulling out a small slingshot and some rubber pellets. Backing up a bit so she'd remain concealed, Cindy loaded three of the projectiles into the slingshot's pouch. Drawing it back slowly, Cindy aimed for the side of the bin closest to her, her hand wavering only slightly. As she released, the pellets flew across the room. They plinked off the sides of the bin, shifting it inch by inch closer to the ledge.

The noise drew the attention of the lunch ladies, one of whom began to walk over in a huff. "Damn rats," she said with a rich tone of disgust. As she drew closer to the mixer, Cindy released one more pellet, hitting the side of the bin dead center and dropping it directly into the bowl. She loaded one last pellet quickly and landed a bullseye against the start button. Before the approaching lunch lady could react, the beaters in the bowl sprang to life. Spinning round and round, grinding and scraping with a horrible noise.

Service stopped on the lunch line as more of the workers gathered to prevent and investigate the source of the noise. "What the hell is all that racket?" the gruff voice of Valorie Sinch rang out above the cacophony. "Get that damn thing turned off; we got mouths to feed," she shouted, the anger in her voice palpable. As the staff continued their repairs, Valorie began to storm her way over, stomping across the kitchen, viciously pushing aside any staff that stood in her way. When she reached the bowl, one giant fist slammed down on the control panel, sending sparks bursting out onto the floor. "The heck is wrong with all of you!?" she roared, wiping some of the debris onto the front of her chef's coat.

Cindy took that as her cue to leave, padding her way back to the swinging doors. As she slipped out, she cast her gaze over to Punky. The pink-haired girl had slipped around the corner. She was standing over the pot, adding the laxative to the batch of oatmeal while keeping watch over her shoulder. When done, she closed off the vials and went over to Cindy; together, they slipped out into the hall. "Did we do it?" Cindy asked in a worried voice, the orange curl remaining abnormally still.

Punky broke into a glib smile as she looked at Cindy from under the hood. "Hell yeah, we're about to have a whole lot of packed panties and mucked huggies around here," she said, stifling a chaotic chuckle. The two girls made their way back to the common areas of the cafeteria, grabbing a spot in the corner to witness the fruits of their labour.

After about 10 minutes, order was restored behind the serving line, and the queue began to clear, with teachers and students grabbing their servings. As the girls watched everyone gather their food and sit down to eat, Punky started the timer on her phone. 5 minutes later, grumbling could be heard from every table as stomachs churned and butts prepared to fulfill their duty. Much to the chagrin of Punky and Cindy, the lunch ladies seemed to indulge in the meal as well, nibbling here and there and even consuming entire portions when service was done. Soon, they were cramping, doubling over behind the counter. The head chef was nowhere to be seen, but the girls could only hope she had already gone sprinting to the bathroom.

This was Punky's cue, and it was time to put on the show. She donned a fox mask and rose from her table, walking over to a small stage on the far wall, visible to every table. It had been used for several presentations on conduct, decorum and hygiene. Today, it would serve the opposite in every regard. As Punky climbed the steps, she made it a point to stomp her way up. Taking a position at the front, she raised her hands to her hood, gripping the material excitedly, and threw it back. The shock pink hair and mask drew the attention of every person present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, guys and gals, teachers, staff and my lovely peers." Punky bellowed, her voice echoing from the high ceiling. "Today is your lucky day, all those times you have to choose when, where and how to go about your 'business,'" she said, stressing, "Today you can relax and let the DGR make them for you." She brought the two empty viles above her head, showing them for all to see. "You all have just enjoyed a special solution we crafted to render people a little bit... volatile," she said, letting out a few bursts of her chaotic chuckle. "For those who haven't put together what I'm talking about, allow me to show you."

Punky whirled around, raising the back of her skirt to show the painted diaper on her bottom. What had once been a standard white, school-issued article was now adorned with neon pink skulls and bats framing the word 'Rebel'. With all eyes on her, she began the next phase of the act. With a slight grunt and a small push, she released her mess into the diaper, forming a soft lump in the uniform stretch of the material. Where some might have enjoyed a nice clean diaper, Punky was different. She adored the warm squishy feeling of a good mound of mush and this was something she could produce with ease.

For those close enough, what was happening was readily apparent. For those further away, it became too clear when professors stood up from the staff area and started shouting. "Now it's your turn; let the good time roll, folks!" punky shouted with glee, taunting her captive audience with her bottom. Her hand were raised like some witch casting a curse, and boy did she curse those students with stink.

One by one, her victims doubled over, their digestive systems going into full alert as they dumped their contents into their pants. It wasn't as horrifying for the students, having recently been involved in the padded trend. Plus, the school-issued diapers were there to deal with this. Teachers and staff weren't so lucky. Their bowels and bladders emptied directly into their unmentionables and pants. The stains and shadows forming on their garments a testament to their own disgusting mess. Some tried to get up to pursue this DGR representative. They were met with more cramps, further mess and slippery floors. Soon, anyone trying to escape found themselves laying on an increasingly messy cafeteria floor, wishing they were a casualty of a food fight and not mudpocalypse.

Punky laughed with glee at the result. The students couldn't be blamed for this (with some likely enjoying the experience) since they were victims too. The teachers were decimated, and the lunch staff seemed in absolute peril behind the line. All in all, a smelly success! "Ladies and gents, thank you for your time. I have been your honorary Diaper Girl Rebellion representative, I do hope you enjoy your aftershocks. Till next time, have a happy Friday!" Punky chirped, facing the audience and lowering herself into an overexaggerated bow. With that done, she left the stage and met Cindy by the nearby fire door.

As Punky and Cindy pressed the bar to open the door, they could hear a domineering voice boom through the room. Headmistress Lockwood had come to investigate, witnessing first-hand Punky's display and the results of her 'resistance'. "Get them!" she shouted to the security accompanying her. The six guards sprinted down the aisles, doing their best to get around students and teachers who were writhing on the floor or reaching out, seeking help. As they closed the gap, they noticed that it wasn't one girl escaping out the heavy steel door... but four.

Belle and Layla dashed after Punky and Cindy. Their own guts were in gentle knots from the experience. Fortunately, they were part of the group that ate last and, as a consequence of their vibrant conversation, hadn't eaten a whole lot. As Punky finished her little show Belle locked eyes with Layla. "Ohhhh, they seem like fun," Belle had said, making the decision then and there that she could always use more friends.

"For sure," Layla said gleefully. "Anyone willing to step up and do that to the faculty is someone I want to know!" The two girls wasted no time sprinting after the the fox and the girl with the orange hair. Little did the duo know, they were about to be embroiled in quite the adventure.