Cookie can't make it to the bathroom at school!
Notes: I wrote this really fast because it wouldn't get out of my brain. I might continue this in other fics if people like it enough and want to see how Cookie's padded predicament affects him back in class :)
Tick tock, tick tock… The analog clock on the wall at the front of class loudly ticked over the sound of scratching pencils and twenty-seven oxygen-using furs, including the teacher. Cookie, already finished with his busywork well before any other fur in the room, stared at that round clock with wide eyes. C'mon, c'mon. Cookie thought, suppressing the urge to stomp his foot under the desk impatiently.
Brriiiiing!
"Don't forget, we have a test on Friday!" Mrs. Bonner, an Eastern cottontail rabbit, called out, one hand on her belly. Twenty-six students all immediately rose and began shoving things into their backpacks; some carefully, and some without a single care for if their papers ripped or pencils broke. Cookie was of the latter group and shoved his homework in into his bag along with the rest of the crumpled up papers inside. I'll sort it when I get home. He thought. Slinging his gray-and-red backpack over his shoulder, the lop rabbit hurried for the doorway to the classroom. Still jammed with students, Cookie eventually managed to squeeze out into the equally crowded English hallway at Ashton Highschool.
With only five minutes to get from his English I class to his Geometry class, Cookie didn't have much time to waste as he made his way through the hallways. As he walked, bumping into other students every so often as everyone changed classes, he felt a twinge in his abdomen. Augh, I gotta pee. Cookie thought, tail twitching. You can hold it until after this class. He told himself as he passed the crowded 2nd-floor bathrooms. The closest bathrooms on this floor that weren't these ones where on the other side of the building, near the science classrooms, so he wouldn't have time to turn around and go pee.
Cookie made it to Geometry a second before the bell rang again, signifying the end of the passing period. Coach Weaver was stood at the front of class, back to the class he wrote something on the whiteboard in blue marker. Nineteen students sat in their desks, including Cookie. Looks like Ethan's late, again. Cookie noticed the desk in front of him was empty, so he rested his footpaws against the book-holder on the bottom.
"Can someone get the door and lights while I take role?" Coach Weaver's voiced boomed across the room, and his whiskers could be seen twitching even from behind. A dun-colored horse stood from her desk, ponytail bouncing, and flipped off the light switch. She closed the door behind her and sat back down. "Thank you, Miss Gracie." Coach Weaver turned, nodding in thanks to the horse before taking a seat at his own desk. Role call went as usual; Ethan had managed to slip in before Weaver even called his name, but the cat still marked him as tardy. Another student entered late, also marked tardy. After role call, their lesson on volumes began. Cookie listened, his fist curled into his cheek as he leaned against his hand. His mind wandered, as did his eyes, over to the window. It was sprinkling outside, and little drops pattered against the glass. Cookie felt a twinge in his bladder again at the sight of the rain and he turned his head forward, trying to look around Ethan's head at the board. The rest of the class passed uneventfully, though as it dragged on, the feeling in Cookie's bladder grew more persistent. No, no, c'mon. He fretted and crossed his legs.
Brriiiiing!
There was the bell again. Once again, the hallways were a mass of students and teachers alike. It was onto fourth hour, right before Advisory. Cookie sprinted to the bathrooms nearby, hoping to catch them open. But…
They were packed again. He'd have to keep waiting. Inhaling and cursing under his breath, Cookie squeezed his thighs together and padded on to this French I class, which was down the stairs in the middle of the school. Each step jostled his full bladder. He took his seat and waited for the bell, stomping his foot impatiently. Mme. Chaput, who would normally come over to ask what the matter was, was busy helping a student who stayed from the previous class to ask questions. By the time she was finished helping him, the bell had rung again, and class had begun. Today, everyone was presenting a story they'd written in French. In alphabetical order.
"Bonjour, je suis un pomme de terre…" Cookie stopped his foot-stomping long enough to not interrupt anybody else's stories.
"'…non, non! Je ne veux pas les chiens marrons!…'" But he couldn't hold it much longer…
"'L''homme est vert…'" "Vert?!" "Y-Yes, I mean, 'oui'!" Soon, he could do his presentation, and then he could ask to go pee.
"Cookie… Cookie… Cookie, can you hear me?" Mme. Chaput's voice cut through his thoughts. Cookie jumped, and some students behind him giggled. "It's your turn, Cookie." She said. Cookie grabbed a crumpled paper from his backpack and padded up to the front of the class.
His legs shook as he began to read. "'B-Bonjour, je m'appelle 'Tanner'. Je s-suis un-" There was a sudden jolt in his abdomen unlike the ones he'd felt before. Warmth spread from his crotch outwards, staining his black pants with an even darker wet stain. "No, no, no, no no!" He cried out, attempting to hide it with his paper. He was pissing himself in front of his classmates! A bright pink blush was visible underneath the white parts of his fur on his face. What started as students giggling due to his lack of attention turned into even louder laughter at his wetting accident. Mme. Chaput jumped to her paws and helped usher Cookie out of the room into the hallway, laughter roaring behind the two of them. The Papillon grabbed Cookies paws as she shut the door, telling the students behind her to behave in a stern voice.
"Cookie, are you okay?!" Her voice was laced with worry, her eyes wide with shock. "I've only been a teacher for a couple years, but I've never-"
"I-I'm fine!" Cookie lied, still trying to squeeze his legs together. Even as he was shepherded outside, the stream hadn't ceased. A yellow puddle formed at Cookie's footpaws and spread out on the tiles.
"You are not fine, young man. Go to the nurse for a change of clothes, hopefully they'll have something that fits you." Mme. Chaput said firmly, but not rudely. Cookie did not want to wear lost-and-found clothes. Holding back even more tears, he gestured to the floor, but Chaput stopped him. "I'll get the janitor, it's okay." She assured him. Thankfully, the nurse was on the ground floor, same as the language classes. It was only a short walk from French I to the nurse's office, but the entire time Cookie was scared someone else would see him. He already knew his classmates would tell everyone.
Knock, knock, knock. Though the door was open, Cookie still knocked. Nurse Leigh looked up from her computer, her bushy tail twitching. "What's up, Cookie, need an ibuprofen?" She asked, but immediately stood and came around at the sight of Cookie's wet pants. "What happened?!"
"I, uh, I-I held my pee…" Cookie muttered, barely audible. The gray squirrel took Cookie's hand and led him to the bathroom, but not before grabbing a handful of things from a drawer nearby, though Cookie couldn't see what.
"Okay, Cookie. Take those pants and underwear off." The lop rabbit, embarrassed, slipped off his wet pants and panties, letting them fall to the ground. "Good, now lay down on the table back there. Don't worry, it's clean." Cookie looked behind him. There was a curtain that, when pulled back, revealed another bed. Wait, why is there a bed in the bathroom? Cookie thought as he climbed up, cool air hitting his wet bits and causing him to shiver. Eyes towards the ceiling, he suddenly shot up at the sound of crinkling. What's that?!
Nurse Leigh was holding… a diaper?! A big, white, poofy diaper. They make ones that big for real?! I thought that was a cartoon thing! Cookie was in disbelief. "N-No, I don't need a diaper! I can hold it!" He stuttered out, but Nurse Leigh just shook her head.
"You obviously can't, Cookie. Your poor pants and underwear are all soaked! If I didn't know better, I'd think there was an overgrown toddler in here!" Cookie blushed under his fur and covered his eyes with his paws. "You don't have to be shy. Plenty of furs your age still wear diapers. We even have some pants you can wear over them." He could feel his legs being lifted, and his bottom once again feeling cold air against it. The soft diaper was slid underneath, and he was lowered again. The sweet smell of baby powder hit his nose. He peeked through his paws to see Nurse Leigh pulling the front of the diaper over his pelvis before taping the sides over. I'm in a diaper… I'm in a diaper at school… What the fuck is my life, this cannot be real. Cookie's face felt hot like a wildfire, and his tail twitched against what he now understood to be a changing table.
Nurse Leigh helped Cookie to his paws. These diapers… they were thick. He couldn't even close his legs. Am I going to have to waddle back to class? He thought, ears pinning back. "Good boy, now you won't have to worry about making it to the bathroom again. Now let's get you some new pants." Leigh grabbed a pair of pants off the sink. They looked like normal pants, with the exception of a new set of snaps running up the inner legs. Cookie slid them on and looked in the mirror, jaw dropping. His… No… The diaper between his legs was still clearly visible, even with the pants on. The bulge was obvious, and there was no hiding it.
"We'll hold your wet clothes until after school, okay? Come pick them up so you can take them home and wash them." Nurse Leigh smiled, patting Cookie's diapered backside. "I'll make sure your teachers know you need regular checks from now on."
"Fr-From now on?! But I only need these for just today, right?"
"It's just a precaution, Cookie, don't worry. Now head on back to your class before the bell rings, don't want to forget your bag!"
Cookie swallowed hard. He didn't need these things at all, he could make it to the bathroom! The stupid things were always just so crowded! But, not wanting to argue or draw things out further, he just nodded. "Yes, Nurse Leigh. Thank you." He said, diaper crinkling between his legs.
