Full Marks - Part 2

Violet’s nappy rustled loudly between her legs as she toddled out of the exam hall through a side door, along with all her classmates. The room beyond was decorated like an enormous nursery; the walls were pink and covered with a pattern of teddy bears and bottles and blocks and rattles, and the tinkling music was louder here, somehow so soft that it put her at ease and so powerful that it felt as though it were filling up every corner of her mind.

She wasn’t the only one in diapers. A number of other girls also wore nothing but thick, white Pampers on their bottoms, and others were clutching between their legs doing absurd potty dances as they followed the invigilators into the room. A couple of them burst into tears as they wet themselves along the way, but they were quickly descended upon by men who tugged their pissy leggings off and slipped large, crinkly nappies between their legs, pausing only to pass a baby wipe or two over their pussies and bums.

One of the invigilators took Violet’s hand, and she looked up to see that it was the same man who’d changed her into her own nappy. She was feeling a little confused. What was she doing in here again?

“Ready for your practical exam, sweetheart?” the man asked. “It’s nothing to worry about. I’m sure it will be a piece of cake for a smart girl like you!”

Violet smiled, feeling reassured. She was glad to hear that she was a smart girl, because she’d felt like a total dumb-dumb while she was trying to do the written exam. She hoped it had gone okay.

“I’m Robert,” said the invigilator, “and I’m going to be in charge of you during the practical exam, okay Violet? Because women need men to be in charge of them.”

Violet nodded, feeling a warm contentment spreading through her body. The silly tune tinkled in her ears. She needed a man. That felt good. That felt right. Robert was in charge of her. She could just picture herself sitting on his lap or crawling about at his feet.

“Now then, the first thing you’re being tested on for the practical is your Looking Pretty module,” said Robert, reaching out to tickle her briefly under the chin. “And you’re so pretty already that I can tell you’re going to do great!”

Violet giggled happily and squirmed on the spot, blushing with pleasure. Now that she looked at him more closely, Robert was very handsome. Her thumb drifted up to her mouth, and she gave it a long, slow suck.

“What we’re going to do,” Robert said, eyes glinting, “is get you dressed in some more suitable clothes. Then we’ll see how pretty you can look, okay sweetie? Do you think you can do that?”

Violet nodded eagerly, and when Robert started undressing her, lifting her shirt over her head (“Arms up, baby. That’s a good girl!”) and unclasping her bra, she made no move to resist. When she looked down at her bare breasts popping free, something stirred in her mind, some feeling that this wasn’t supposed to be happening, but an instant later her head was clear and empty and sweet again. The music played so gently, so loudly inside her skull.

“At a girl!” Robert cooed, positioning a frilly pink bonnet on Violet’s head and tying it beneath her chin. “Fully dressed! What a pretty princess you are!”

Violet smiled shyly, and Robert stepped back to admire the sight of the twenty-something woman standing in front of him in nothing but a thick disposable diaper and a poofy pink bonnet.

“Can you bat your eyelashes for me, cutiepie?” he asked, smirking. “Can you look cute as a button?”

Violet giggled and batted her eyes obediently. She did her best to squirm in a sultry way, her nappy crinkling noisily between her slender legs, and she slipped her thumb back into her mouth to suck on it lustily.

“Good girl,” Robert praised, looking at her with an almost hungry look in his eyes. Violet felt a shiver, like a jolt of electricity, run down her spine and into her pussy. She let out a soft moan from behind her thumb.

But then she caught sight of something nearby. Her friend Hannah was being dressed by another of the invigilators, and Violet saw that instead of a nappy, she was having a pair of brightly-coloured, cotton training pants tugged up her legs and over her bottom. In fact, several girls were getting up (with help) from a row of pink training potties that sat along one wall. Her thumb came out of her mouth with a pop.

“Why don’t they hafta wear nappies?” she asked, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Well, they didn’t wet their pants like babies,” Robert explained slowly, “so they get to wear big girl pull-ups and use potties, unlike you.”

Hannah caught her eye and looked at her smugly. The sweet music played a discordant sound in her mind, and Violet felt a sudden anger well up inside her. She stomped her foot furiously.

“You wook stu-pid!” she sneered at Hannah, not even bothered by how it suddenly seemed much harder to speak. She felt a little naughty saying something like that, but none of the invigilators intervened. Robert and the invigilator who was looking after Hannah were both watching with smiles on their faces.

Hannah scowled angrily. “At weast I’m not in a dumb-dumb baby nappy!”

“Yeah?” Violet realised she was trembling with rage. She and Hannah had always been good friends, but right now she hated her. “Well you a… You a stu-pid potty bitch!” she spat, and stuck out her tongue.

At that, Hannah’s lip began to tremble, and her eyes filled with years. A moment later, she was crying her eyes out like a little girl, until the invigilator she was with scooped her up and bounced her in his arms, cooing at her gently.

Violet looked on guiltily, but Robert pulled her into a big hug and patted her padded bottom, sending more pleasant tingles into her pussy. “Good girl!” he said. “That’s how girls treat other girls. Well done, Violet! You’ve done such a good job on your How To Treat Other Women module!”

Violet smiled broadly. She felt a lot better. She didn’t even know she’d studied for that! She was pretty sure there’d been something about ‘female unity’ in her notes, now that she thought about it. That must be it. Girls act like bitches to other girls. She was so smart!

Robert’s other hand crept up her body, pausing to press down on the front of her nappy before rising to grope one of her bare breasts. Violet let out another soft moan, and she looked up into the man’s eyes, becoming vaguely aware that there were moans and squeals and the sounds of kissing coming from all around them. She thrust her diapered crotch against him and slipped a hand down to her nappy, intending to strip it off and free her needy puss-puss. But Robert smacked her hand away before it could touch the tapes.

“No-no, baby,” he said, gently but firmly. “That’s a no-no. You don’t take your nappy off.”

Violet whined. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Hannah getting her training pants pulled down, her wet pussy gleaming and ready. “But then how…?”

“You’ve got everything you need up here,” he said, caressing her breasts and bringing up a hand to stroke her lips. He pushed her down to her knees. “Everything you need to pass your Being A Whore module.”

Violet started to drool. Slowly, Robert unzipped the crotch of his jeans and pulled out his cock.

“Does baby want her baba?” he cooed.

“Baba…” Violet repeatedly dimly, her mind full of the soft, happy music. She slipped her wet lips around Robert’s dick, and started to suck.

“There we go,” said Robert huskily. “Good girl. A cock is a woman’s pacifier.”

Violet gurgled in agreement as she slurped and suckled. As though someone had pressed play on a video, she pictured herself complaining about some nonsense, only for a man to shove his cock between her stupid, bitching lips and shut her up. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Then Robert pulled himself out of her mouth and started pumping between her tits. “We ought to use your silly big tits too, huh baby?” he asked. “They’re not just for decoration, after all.”

Violet squealed happily and held her boobies together for him. Her pussy ached in her nappy, but she knew that didn’t matter. What mattered was the man’s pleasure. She bounced on her knees, and a little stream of pee-pee rushed into her diaper. She’d emptied most of her bladder into her pants during the exam, but it was enough to turn the pristine white of her nappy faintly yellow, and the sudden warmth set off a fresh explosion of tingles in her brain. Her eyes went crossed, and her mouth hung open stupidly.

Robert grunted, pulled his cock out of Violet’s cleavage, and rammed it into her gaping mouth, just in time to unload down her throat.

After a few moments, he stepped away and slipped his cock back into his pants, breathing heavily. “Good girl, Violet,” he grinned at the dazed looking young woman, still kneeling slightly cross-eyed in front of him. “I knew you’d do well in that one. At this rate you’re going to come top of your class!”

Violet let out a happy moan, vaguely aware of what Robert had said. He helped her to her feet, holding her up to stop her from falling onto the floor in a heap, but after a few seconds she was able to steady herself. The lovely music tinkled reassuringly in her ears. It was then that she felt the pressure in her bottom, growing almost uncontrollable from the moment she’d realised it was there. Violet’s hands shot to her diapered bum, and she gasped as a cramp wracked her bowels.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Robert cooed, and this time Violet was aware of the mocking edge to his voice.

Her head felt so foggy and confused, but one thought seemed to cut through the haze. No. She couldn’t do that in her pants. The cramp came again, and she doubled over, seconds away from an accident. For one bright moment, her mind became suddenly clear. Her eyes widened as she realised where she was and what she’d been doing. The exam. The invigilators. The music. Oh God, she thought. And then Violet started pooping her pants, and as the yucky mess filled her nappy, it was as if she was pushing her adulthood out as well – dumping all of her dignity and intelligence and independence right into the back of her diaper, to be tossed in her diaper pail later and lost forever.

“Good girl!” Robert said earnestly, and Violet felt as if fireworks were going off inside her head, she was so happy. “A full nappy means full marks!” he exclaimed, smirking as he watched the back of Violet’s diaper balloon out and sag heavily between her legs. “Good job!” He took out a slip of gold stars from his pocket, peeled one off, and stuck it right in the middle of her forehead. Violet orgasmed. She doubled over, her knees bent inwards, and moaned whorishly while she finished making a messy nappy.

Once the dizzy ecstasy had passed, she looked up with her eyes unfocused, and a grin spread across her face. She’d got full marks on her Woman’s Studies degree! But she shouldn’t be surprised. After all, she thought, as she shifted in her sagging nappy and licked a bit of leftover cum from her lips, she did know everything there was to know about being a woman.

Robert led her out of the room, off to meet her new Daddy, and Violet skipped happily as she went, the tinkling music still playing in her head.

The End

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