Hide & Seek
Punky and Cindy sprinted around the corner, knocking a group of trash cans onto the ground, their contents scattering across the alley behind them. As they reached the middle of the alley, they stopped, tucking themselves into a small dark alcove. It was a service entrance to one of the campus' conference centers. Judging by the discarded papers and half-empty trashbags that had made the spot their home, it was seldom used. One final loud squelch emanated from Punky's bottom as they reached the spot. She placed him back on the cold brick wall, a slight gasp of content pleasure following the squelch.
"Think we outran them?" Cindy asked, panting lightly as she took position on the opposite wall. Seeing Punk absorbed in her idle pleasure, she did a little recon. With a casual motion, she tilted her head around the corner before pulling back to stare at Punk with a panicked expression. "Shit, someone's coming," the young woman said, sounding like she was playing the most tense game of hide and seek ever played.
Punky stifled a giggle. It wasn't the time, but she could only think, "Don't worry; I got that covered."
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As Punk and Cindy held their breath in the alcove, Belle and Layla gave chase into the same alley. They could hear the heavy boots of the security guards behind them but had lost track of the two girls who had bailed just before them. The girls looked around a few steps too far from the alcove to find the other duo. "Damnit, it's like they just vanished into thin air!" Layla said, her head pivoting. "We should probably get out of sight unless we want to take the fall for giving most of our peers the blorts!"
The lunchroom incident would be a thorn in the paw of the administration for quite a while, and whoever took the blame for it would undoubtedly face the strictest punishments. There had been rumours on the campus of students missing after being sent to see administrators. They would always come back, but they came back different. They would drop out of most of their courses and re-enroll in specialty remedial programs. Many of them were moved into new dorms, and more often than not, they stopped associating with their previous friends. Both girls expected the punishment for this particular activity would be on the extreme side of this.
With the boot steps growing louder by the second, the girls started to panic and search for a suitable space to conceal them. Making it to that halfway mark, the girls found their sanctuary... or, at the very least, a hideaway. A large dumpster stood across from the alcove where Punk and Cindy now huddled, ample enough to fit the two girls.
"Oh, wonderful, as if the stink from my own butt wasn't enough," Belle said as she led Layla over to the dumpster. They braced for the rancid set of discarded snacks or a bin full of well-loved diapers. Thankfully, as they pulled the lid open, they found it full of papers and tossed out shirts and sweaters from a convention held before the campus' name change. "Ooooo hey, free swag!" Belle said glibly as she jumped into the fluffy contents of the dumpster with Layla close behind. Gently, they brought the lid down on top of them, peeking out the narrow gap between the lid and base. Curled in the nest of unloved swag, they watched security reach the alley entrance.
"They could have gone into the conference centers. We'll have to split up," the lead guard said, his badge trimmed in red to set him apart from his fellows. His bald head shone in the sun, and to Layla's athlete eyes, he was undoubtedly skipping leg day. As he finished giving his orders, they split into three groups of two, with the others heading into each of the adjacent conference centers. "We're going this way," the guard grumbled pridefully. He thought highly of his position regardless of how menial it was in the grand scheme of campus staff. As he strode down the alley, his vision panned from side to side, taking in the spilt trash that was gently being tossed around in the wind.
Punky watched across the alley as the girls jumped into the dumpster. "I thought we were the only ones on this operation..." she said, confused. Looking down at her partner in crime, she saw Cindy shrug; Punky was the boss, after all. If she didn't know, nobody would! Punk's eyes narrowed as she heard the guards round the corner. "Well, it looks like they got out of sight in time, but that was close."
Glancing over to the entrance of the alley, she confirmed her suspicion. One of the guards was coming this way. While their counterparts had good cover, there was no way she and Cindy wouldn't get caught. Looking around the alcove, she formed a slightly unpleasant plan, but hey, better this than getting seen. Punky reached down into the corner where some discarded garbage bags sat scattered. Tearing at the seams of the bags, she spread them out, enveloping her and Cindy in the corner.
The position was awkward; Punk took up a half squat, hovering just above Cindy's chest, leaning her body over the girl. This left Cindy with a faceful of Punk's belly and the top edge of her diaper. "We'll be cozy for a minute," Punky said to Cindy as they huddled close in the darkest corner of the alcove, looking like nothing more than trash in the shadows.
"I can handle it," Cindy said with a smirk before it dissolved from her face, replaced by a grimace. "Ugh, Punky, I can handle the cuddling, but damn do you need a change," she said, fanning the front of her face. A loud squelching was emitting from the young lady's bottom as they tried to get as close as possible.
The temptation to rise slightly and give Cindy the complete experience was rising. "Shuddup Cindy, we both know you're the one who always stinks up the changing room at the dorm so bad they need to deodorize it with an air freshener bomb," Punky replied, her smirk growing. It was dark in their temporary shelter, but she knew that would have sent Cindy blushing. The fussing she could feel below her confirmed that theory. "Now, keep quiet. They're getting close," she said, leaning in a bit more, her mush tush brushing against Cindy's knee, causing her to quietly gasp for a split second. Cindy clapped her hand over Punk's mouth and gave her an imperceptible shush gesture in the dark.
Across the alley, Belle gazed through the thin gap between the dumpster and its lid. As the guard made his way up to the alcove, she focused on the two girls across the way. They had enrobed themselves in a trash bag but had yet to realize one of their shoes, a bright orange sneaker, was sticking out the bottom. "Ohhhhhh, that's not good," Belle remarked, looking around the dumpster for anything that could help. "The girls are in trouble. I need something to throw," she hissed as her eyes passed over Layla.
"How about this?" Layla offered, holding up a fancy metal pen inscribed with the name of the campus and some title, 'Head of Stud....' was all that could be seen in the darkness. "I got this. You give me some room," Layla said urgently.
Belle responded, lifting the lid just enough for the pen to be slung through. Layla took careful aim, looking at a small metal pipe further up the alley. "Please work," Layla whispered before whipping the pen in a sharp arc, sending it twirling through the air toward the pipe.
The "ping" as it collided resonated down the alley, and both guards immediately pivoted to focus on the sources of the sound. The leader made his way over, hunching to pick up the pen. He gazed long at it before turning his attention further down the alley. "They must have gone this way. Come on!" he said as he and his partner moved on, disappearing around the far corner.
Their heavy boots clopping on the pavement slowly quieted as they moved off until the alleyway stood silently. As a breeze whistled past, stirring the spilled trash, both pairs of young women took a second to peek out and confirm they were alone. They tentatively revealed their positions, dropping garbage bags and opening dumpster lids.
Meeting Your Idols
As the two pairs of women strode to the middle of the alley, they finally got a good look at one another. The first thing that drew Belle's attention was the neon pink hair sported by the supposed "DGR representative"; it practically shone in the sun, beaming down into the alley, forcing Belle to squint. While the dark sweaters they wore hid their bodies rather well, Belle could tell that the pink-haired one was still dealing with the results of her special presentation back in the cafeteria. When she started to walk over, it could be confirmed by her gait alone. However, the skirt did its job, quickly failing to hide the well-mucked diaper seat.
It was not that she was judging; Belle had her own mess.
The woman next to her seemed much more reserved, although, with her shock orange curly hair, she also stood like a beacon in the alley. Her composure seemed meek as she stood behind the pink-haired woman, almost tucking herself into her back. She was adorable, with dimples and her face framed by the orange lochs. Luckily, she had managed to stay clear of this whole deal.
"Afternoon, Ladies," Belle said, extending her hand for a shake, "name's Belle, and this is Layla."
"Punky and Cindy," the pink-haired young lady said, accepting the handshake before gesturing to her partner in crime. Breaking off the handshake and looking around the alley, a shiver went up Punk's spine. Standing around was risky business. "I'm Feeling a little exposed out here. Why don't we find a spot to get out of sight?" Punky suggested, her eyes looking between Belle and Layla. A nod amongst them all, and they were off, walking down the alley.
It didn't take long for them to realize.... they were kinda just wandering. Shunting to a halt, Punky was squished by Cindy, resulting in a loud gasp of pleasure as Punk felt her diaper's contents squelch around her bottom once more. She shuddered as the pressure didn't break but amplified as the small pileup played out in what felt like slow motion.
Belle crashed into Cindy's back next with Cindy's "Eep" bouncing off the alley walls. While her reflexes were good, it was Belle's turn to experience a sudden smush. Being a touch taller than the rest, Layla's Knee landed perfectly on Belle's rump. A loud squeak escaped her as her face flushed with colour. She took to burying her face in her hands, trying to hide her blush. "A little room, please!" she said as she felt her messed diaper being squished between Cindy's and Layla's. Part of her wished it wouldn't end and that the girls could all share in some play time and indulge in this. But for now, getting to safety mattered more.
"Okay, does anyone know where such a spot would be?" Punky said, breaking the awkward silence. The girls started making space around one another, seemingly enjoying the temporary standing cuddle puddle they were just involved in.
"My place is close by, asshole super aside; it's cozy enough for 4 girls in wrecked padding to change!" Belle offered.
"You make it sound so naughty," Cindy said, her face flushing with embarrassment but her voice resonating with a tone of desire. The timid girl had been silent in their introduction, choosing to conceal herself behind her friend Punk. Yet now, her face flushed with colour, an almost trickle of drool forming at the corner of her mouth. It was now clear why. Obviously, her fixation on their padded predicament was far more tilted in a specific lascivious direction,
"Calm down there, Cindy," Punky said, wrapping an arm around the shorter woman's neck, pulling her down into a forward-leaning headlock abruptly as she ruffled her hair. She kept her like this for ten more steps before relenting, letting the incredibly blushy girl return to her hiding ways. "Last thing I need is you having another sog party here in the middle of the street."
"B-but, Punky, I just wanna-" Cindy argued before Belle broke in. Taking charge of the group, she leads them out of the alley and down a long main street. All things considered, it seemed almost quiet for everything that had gone on today.
"Here we are!" Belle interrupted her hand, gesturing toward the aging dorm building she had just called home. The girls hustled inside, and Belle led them to her unit. As she unlocked the door and let them in, a familiar thump thump thump could be heard from the stairwell. "Oh shit... Rob," Belle said as she whirled on her feet once more, rushing the girls into her small bathroom and closing the door.
The door resonated with a loud series of bangs that shook both it and the frame. "Belle! Open up! I know you're in there, and it's inspection time!" Rob's nasally voice rang out. It was strange how someone with authority could sound so punitively meek. Still, Belle knew that denying his request would only result in staff being called, undoubtedly getting him caught.
"Alright, Rob. I'm coming," Belle said with an annoyed tone. On her way to the door, she ruffled her hair and swapped her shirt for a pyjama top with a stretched collar. Exaggerating her footsteps, she closed the door, taking hold of the handle, undoing the locks, and opening the door. She stared at the super through faux bleary eyes. "Well, hey there, Rob, to what do I owe the pleasure," Belle drawled.
"Inspection," Rob said bluntly, shoving his way in. "Don't think I didn't hear your little friend come in here with you. That's not against policy, so long as it's not past curfew. However, suppose she's not out in 3 hours, 26 minutes and 52 seconds. In that case, I will be forced to fine you." the mousey-looking man said before beginning his customary stroll through her unit. "Furniture clean, no sign of any accidents. Clothing organized..." he said, moving her recently tossed uniform with a pencil, "mostly." As he moved to the bathroom door, he reached for the handle, turning it.
"Occupado!" Punky said in an almost singing lilt.
"I... what... Oh, right, your guest. Student, please identify yourself." Rob said.
"Uhhhhh no... I don't think so..." Punky said with far more authority.
"Student I... Oh god, what is that smell!?" Rob said, covering his nose and retreating from the door.
"Caf food is a real shitty deal, if you know what I mean, Rob. Really cleaning out the ole pipes into this here throne." Punk responded in a no-nonsense tone. In reality, she had simply unfastened her padding, placing it at the bottom of the doorway and, with the help of her two companions, was fanning the stink under the door.
"W-well, clearly, toilet usage is being followed per the student handbook. Although, maybe you should consider going to campus clinic if that's what's coming out of you." Rob said, his nasally voice made worse for pinching his nose. "Clean bill of conduct, Belle, see you next week," Rob said, cheesy finger guns pointed at Belle as he made to leave, their imaginary bullets serving only to send her eyes rolling.
With that intrusion resolved, her companions each took a turn changing, tossing their soiled padding into the disposal chute in the bathroom. As they gathered in the main room, Belle poured drinks for the group. "Now that we're alone, tell us more about the DGR Punk!" Belle said enthusiastically.
As the Punk began her introduction, out in the hall, a weasel-faced man sprinted to his own room. When he arrived inside, he grabbed his phone and smashed the contact for head office. He paced as the phone trilled, nervous; he had never had to file a report like this. "This could be my big break; maybe after this, they will let me join campus security," Rob spoke excitedly to the empty room. Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing, and a slight tone played, time to file his report.
Ideals
"When this whole bullshit policy started, our group was originally called Society of The Mucky Pants." Punk began gesturing to her bag and a cartoon patch showing a pair of packed panties surrounded by a gemstone-like shape. "We were a fairly quiet group, mostly kept to ourselves and enjoyed stuffing our shorts if you catch my drift." As Punk spoke, she kicked her feet up on the small coffee table in front of her, a loud crinkle from her bottom reminding the girls of what came next.
"When the whole campus goes thrown into this trash fire, we tried continuing. It wasn't easy, but we had more sleepovers and nice brunches. However, no matter what we did, someone always went missing the day after." Punk's face was pained as the memory returned to her. "They'd be gone for about a week, sometimes more. When they came back, they were "perfect" students..." Punk gestured around the world with air quotes as she rolled her eyes. "They stopped getting together, went to class, and kinda abandoned us. It took me a long time to figure out where they were going, and it wasn't home. The headmistress has a rehab facility on the outskirts, and anyone who ends up there comes back... different. Less fun." Punk said with a grim expression.
"That's... intense," Belle said, her jaw slackening. She had no idea things had gotten that intense. "Was any of this even legal?" she thought to herself?
"You don't know the half of it. Either way, there it is; that's the motivation behind the DGR. We are trying to sew enough chaos to draw attention to the student body's plight and the unfair treatment in the hopes we don't lose more friends to the fun police." Punky chuckled as she said that last bit. She had so many descriptors for the staff and their lackey security guards. Still, diving into that much profanity so soon in a friendship didn't feel right.
The girls looked around the room at each other, noticing the other's devastated faces. They were living a life in effectively a prison, over the fact some of them just wanted to be a little silly, or comfy, or vulnerable... it was too much.
"You know," Belle began, looking around at her new companions with a determined expression, "I don't think I can take this anymore."
Punky smirked in amusement, "Oh? Planning on going from fan to fanatic with me?" She got up and walked around the group to circle behind Belle, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Prepared to reek for rebellion? Mess for mayhem? Dump for disruption?" A tense silence filled the room, and the girls looked on until Cindy's face started to break.
Cindy burst into laughter, holding her belly as she rocked back in her seat. "Really!? You worked that hard to alliterate us shitting ourselves?" she howled as her laughing fit continued.
Punk whirled to face the more petite girl, her hands on her hips as she leaned forward to get in her face. "Oh fuck off, Cindy! Someone has to deal with recruitment, and it would help if I made it sound fun!" Her pink hair flopped gently back and forth as she exaggerated her head movements.
The other girls joined in the laughing fit one by one until the room was cacophonous. In that joy and mirth, Belle made her choice. This was what life could be without all this bullshit, and it was worth fighting for. She stood up from the futon she was sitting on, looked around and proclaimed, "Well then, I will flood for freedom!" she said, her voice carrying a soft lilt through the confidence.
The room went silent, and all attention turned to her. "Oh shit, that's a good one!" Punk said, a huge smile shining on her. Then, the laughter began anew. The girls all smiled, chatting jovially. It was idyllic, peaceful and warm. Which made it all the worse when the heavy thump, the sound of wood splintering and a loud crash washed over them. Then there was chaos.
Breach & Clear
Eight campus security officers flooded the room with practiced precision, followed by Rob, looking exceptionally smug. "This is the offenders. This is the.... um.... diaper deviants!" Rob said with a grimace. Internally, he had to admit he loved how that sounded but felt cringe. With great satisfaction, he watched the scene play out before his eyes.
When the door crashed open, the pink-haired girl and the blonde took to charging the officers, their only real option being they were on the second floor. A flurry of strikes broke out as they crashed into a brawny pair of women. A grim smile grew on Rob's face, "The Diaper Girl Rebellion is done for," he thought. That same smile faltered for but a moment as he watched the pink-haired girl get the upper hand. A gut shot with one fist sent her opponent doubling over as she lifted her leg, her knee connecting hard with the woman's chin.
Down she fell as the golden-haired Cindy did much the same, hip-tossing the more prominent woman to the ground with vicious precision. Together, they began charging towards the door once more, ducking and weaving around hands that seemed to reach for them from all angles. Finally, they made it through and seemingly escaped. "Shit!" Rob thought to himself as he heard their footsteps rattling down the stairs outside.
His attention turned to Belle and Layla. These two had been caught entirely off guard. Layla's taller, athletic body should have been a dead giveaway of her prowess in a fight. However, as the officers closed on her, she gave up nearly instantly. Kneeling to the ground with her hands behind her head.
"What the heck are you doing, Layla!?" Belle cried as she picked up her side table and swung it in wide arcs towards her oncoming assailant. The masculine security officer caught the table, wrenching it from her hand, lifting her from the floor and tossing her onto the nearby couch. It was over in the blink of an eye, and cold cuffs closed over her wrists. "Get the fuck off me asshole!" Belle cried, her face flushing red with anger.
Rob lifted his radio to his lips, pressed the talk button, and spoke, "Suspects secured." The only sound in the room was Belle's growls and shouts as he listened intently. Then, a female voice came back, one that was familiar to both Layla and Belle.
"We have two in custody outside and a van on the way. Bring those two out." Headmistress Stephanie Winters's cold voice emanated from the walkie-talkie. Her tone chilled the girls' and the officers' hearts.
They carefully gathered their prisoners and paraded them through the dorm and down the stairs. As they passed the other rooms, doors opened with fellow students watching Belle in her cuffs being led away. The diapers the girls wore produced the only sound. Every student looked on with concern and respect. Some voiced their support, "You got this, Belle," "Don't let them break you," and "Thank you, Belle." That earned them terse looks and threats from the office, but her peers thought it was worthwhile.
Soft tears formed in Belle's eyes. "Thanks, y'all," she said, continuing her plodding pace to the exit door. In the bright sunshine, she saw Punk and Cindy pinned to the ground by officers. There must have been 30, and nearly the entire campus force was at her dorm for four girls. And there, in the center, stood a woman. His silver hair shone in the bright sun as she looked down on Belle's captured friends. Her suit flowed across her curves gracefully, creating a powerful silhouette.
"Get them in the van, and let go," she said, her command breaking everyone's attention and focusing the whole complex on her. The order was followed without question as the girls were loaded into a customized cargo van and sat on bench seats. As the door slammed shut, Ms. Winters made her way to her car; she would be close behind them. Where they were going was her domain, and she would take advantage of this.