Brenna decided that despite her new "disability" she would pursue a career as a teacher. After many years of preparation she finally got a position as a high school teacher. Over the last couple years she had regained control of her bladder and bowels despite what many doctors said. She had a husband, a nice gentlemen who didn't know about her old condition and loved her very much. Then the first day of school rolled around.

Brenna woke up dry and happy. She no longer needed any sort of padding while she slept and now her husband, John, slept beside her. She got up and put on a shirt and went down to make breakfast. She almost didn't realize it was the first day of school! She made her famous french toast and her husband came down with a smile on his face as he smelled it. After they had finished eating she put on some jeans and shoes and went out to her car. The school itself was good sized and each class had about 35 or so kids in it. She had decided to teach 12th grade English, as English was her favorite subject. As she walked into class she saw lots of kids half-asleep in their chairs. Hopefully my teaching will wake them up. She made it through the classes until it was almost time to go. In the middle of teaching the class about where everything was, she felt a pressure on her bladder. Normally in this situation she would go to the bathroom, but as a teacher she wasn't allowed to do that until break. There was still a good hour left in the class, but would she be able to hold it? The hour went by painfully slow, and by the end of it she felt like she was about to burst, but the bell rang and she bolted out of the classroom before the students even got up from their seats. She sprinted towards the bathroom door, but the door was locked. She couldn't hold it any longer, so as all of her students walked out of her classroom, a large wet spot appeared around her crotch.

"What the…?" One of the boys said, confused.

"Is she peeing herself?" A girl asked.

Brenna couldn't believe it. After two years of not having an accident, she just wet herself in front of 35 or so of her students. Brenna slumped down to the ground, cheeks blushing bright red. Her students looked at each other and then busted out laughing. The students left the hallway in a laughing fit and Brenna was just sitting down covered in pee with no change of clothes. The first day of school was off to a bad start. She walked out to her car with an obvious wet spot that made many parents notice her. When she came home her husband was there waiting for her.

"Hi Brenna. How was your first day of-" John stopped mid sentence when he saw her wet jeans. "Did you wet yourself?"

"I…I…" Brenna struggled to come up with an excuse,"yes."

"Honey! Come on! Act your age. I would expect a three year old girl to wet herself, not a 21-year-old woman! It better not happen again."

"It won't John, don't worry." Brenna said, but as she said it she felt a tiny spurt of pee trickle down into her soaked panties.

The next morning when she woke up John wasn't next to her. She looked around but he wasn't even in the room. As she was wondering she looked down at her sheets. They were soaked with pee. She had peed herself in her sleep. John walked in holding a 12 pack of adult diapers.

"It looks like you're having trouble being an adult, so I bought you these." John said.

"Come on John, it was just an accident!" Brenna replied, desperate not to have this happen to her again.

"Look, if you're fine for this week then you won't have to wear them, but I don't want to wake up to a wet bed." John said.

"Ok, fine. But just for half of this week." Brenna said, trying to bargain with him in her wet state.

"Deal. I can help you get these on."

Brenna changed out of her wet clothes and pulled the sheets off the bed. She then let John wipe and powder her before sliding the diaper up underneath her and taping it shut. She put on a shirt and went downstairs to make pancakes. Once they had finished eating she checked her diaper and was pleased to see it was still dry. She went to their room and put on jeans before getting in the car and leaving for school. She got inside the classroom and said hello to the students. Everything was fine until the last class of the day rolled around again. They clearly remembered her embarrassing wetting in the hallway, but didn't show it. She heard the diaper around her waist make crinkle noises as she walked, but the other classes didn't notice. This class however, expecting a diaper, noticed the sound right away. To verify that their teacher was indeed wearing a diaper, one student walked up behind Brenna and pulled her jeans down. Brenna bent down quickly to pull them up, but the class had already seen her bulging white diaper. In all her embarrassment she didn't pull her pants up, and instead, relaxed her bladder. As Brenna was struggling to get the pants over her over-sized baby diaper the class saw the diaper begin to yellow and become soggy and by the time Brenna pulled her pants up over the diaper. The class had just witnessed her wet herself a second time. Then the bell rang. John was waiting for Brenna when she got home.

"How was your day?"

"Um, fine."

"Are you dry?"

"Er…"

"If you don't know I'll just check."

Before Brenna could say anything John pulled down her jeans and felt the diaper. As he expected, it was wet.

"So you wet yourself again today?" John asked.

"One of the students pulled down my pants so everyone could see the diaper. I was so embarrassed I lost control."

"Well, it looks like a week in some padding wouldn't be too bad for you. Let's get you changed."

Brenna laid down on the bed and her husband wiped her. He then sprinkled a soft powder on her and pulled a nice thick diaper up around her bare crotch. He taped it in and then flipped her over onto her belly and patted the plastic backing of the diaper.

"It looks like my wish to have a baby girl is coming true sooner than we thought." John said, smiling.

Brenna giggled and then blushed. She had to admit this kind of treatment was rather nice after the day she just had. For dinner Brenna made John's favorite, chili. As she cleaned up from the meal John watched her. He thought it was kind of cute seeing her toddle around wearing only a shirt and a diaper. That night Brenna went to bed full and content.

When Brenna woke up she was wet again. Her thick diaper had absorbed most of the pee and what was left was still warm. John began to wake up. Brenna was about to ask him to change her when she decided against it. She liked the warm feeling in the diaper when it was wet. She got up and made breakfast in nothing but a shirt and a wet diaper. Finally, before she left for school, John changed her and fixed a nice, dry, and thirsty diaper around her waist. Brenna put on a skirt and went to school. This time, she was already wet before she even got close to the last class of the day. She didn't realize it till lunch, but she had thoroughly peed her diaper. By the time the last class of the day rolled around she was almost waddling, the diaper squishing between her legs when she walked. In the middle of the lesson she felt her stomach begin to rumble. The chili from last night might not have been the best idea. As she was talking to the class about grammar her bowels were trying very hard to keep waste from spilling out into her already soaked diaper, but it was too much.

"So, in quick review, a semi-colon can be placed-" Brenna stopped mid sentence. "Urgh…"

Brenna bent over onto the floor, showing the class her diaper, as her bowels moved and a warm poopy slipped into her diaper. The students watched in awe as the diaper, snuggly fitted around her bum, began to darken to a brown color. Then the stench came and many students pinched their noses. Brenna slumped to the ground in embarrassment, but her bowels had already finished the movement. After about a minute she got up and waddled over to her chair and sat down. She gave the students homework and let them work on it in class while she ran to the bathroom. She figured the rule no longer applied to her in emergency situations. The teacher's bathroom was locked again, so she decided it was worth it to try and use the student bathroom instead. On her way there, she saw the school nurse, Mrs. Sarah, walk by. As they passed the school nurse wrinkled her nose.

"Young girl, did you mess yourself on your way to the bathroom?" Mrs. Sarah asked. "I have some diapers back in my room, just in case."

Brenna actually did want something clean to wear, and it appeared she was still new and young enough to be mistaken for a student to spare her the embarrassment later in her career. She decided to admit to it and get a nice clean diaper.

"Uh, ya, I did…" Brenna replied, blushing.

"Well let's get you changed then. My office is right next door."

The nurse led Brenna to her office and had Brenna pull down her skirt, which exposed the dirty diaper underneath.

"Well Honey, looks like you're used to being in a diaper!" Mrs. Sarah said, smiling.

Brenna then laid down on the diaper mat. Mrs. Sarah untaped the diaper and threw it out.

"Whew! You really did a big poopy! It's okay, I have a two-year-old at home so I'm used to it." Mrs. Sarah said as she wiped Brenna down.

She then sprinkled baby powder all over Brenna's crotch.

"I don't actually have any adult diapers with me as most high schoolers are already potty trained, but I did bring some baby diapers that should fit you." Mrs. Sarah said.

The nurse took out the baby diapers with disney princesses on them and put them on Brenna. She had to cut them in a couple of places, but she made them fit. Brenna left the nurses office in a nice dry diaper and made her way back to class. When she got there the students were all working still. The bell rang and Brenna left school and went home.

"Hi Honey! Did you have a nice day?" John asked.

"Well, I accidentally messed my diaper. I think it might have been the chili, but the whole class saw." Brenna replied.

"So do you need a change?"

"Actually, the school nurse thought I was a student and changed me, but she didn't have adult diapers…"

"So what did she use?"

"Um, baby diapers."

John lifted up her skirt and saw the little princesses on her thick baby diaper. Brenna blushed a bright red and pulled her skirt back down.

"They look so cute on you!" John said, smiling. "I should find adult diapers with princesses on them!"

Brenna felt embarrassed, but she realized that she really couldn't control her bladder or bowels so diapers were the best option. By the time she was in bed her diaper was wet again, but she decided she liked the feeling and didn't really want to be changed. The next morning Brenna woke up feeling wet. She also felt a mass in the back of her diaper pushed against her bum. She had messed herself in her sleep. Her husband woke up and noticed smell immediately.

"Honey, did you really mess your diaper?" John asked, not quite believing his senses.

"Um…yea?" Brenna said, blushing.

"Is this wetting and messing yourself in your sleep going to be a regular thing? Because I'm going to need to get more diapers." John said, smiling.

"Well, it might be…" Brenna said.

John left the room to go get the changing supplies. Before John got back, Brenna was drifting off to sleep again.

"Honey, wake up! We have to get you changed out of your messy diaper!"

Brenna's eyes blinked open again. For some reason, her thumb had been in her mouth. She must have been sucking her thumb in her sleep like a baby.

"What is happening to me John? I haven't had accidents for years and all of a sudden now I'm back in diapers!" Brenna said as John untaped her dirty diaper and threw it into their new diaper pail.

"Perhaps the stress of being a teacher is getting to you? Or maybe you just enjoy losing control and being babied? If you like being babied, then that's what I can do for you. I'll always be here." John said as he wiped down Brenna's crotch and powdered her. A big fluffy diaper was then taped around her waist and she got up to go make breakfast. When she got to school she said hello to the students and began her lesson. Rumor had been going around that one of the new teachers wasn't potty trained, so many students knew about Brenna's secret, the last class of the day especially. Brenna couldn't wait to go home and get her diaper changed. She found out she longed to be treated like a baby, and she loved her husband even more when he did. After her lunch break she went back to her class to find that her room had changed. Instead of the lessons on the wall there were cute little princesses, instead of her desk there was a crib, and mounted on the wall was an adult sized diaper changing station. Brenna was so shocked she didn't notice as two students behind her pulled down her skirt and lifted her up onto the changing table. They locked her down on it and then changed her. She didn't realize that she had messed her diaper, but she figured she would by the time she got home. The students then put her in a oversized baby diaper with elmo on it and took off her shirt and bra. They then picked her up and locked her in the adult crib in nothing but a diaper. When the rest of the class came in, Brenna was in an adult baby crib sucking her thumb and playing with a bear. They all talked to each other about how cute she was and how they wished all their teachers wore diapers. The bell rang, but the students didn't free her, instead they left her there. Luckily the janitor, Bill, came in about ten minutes later. As soon as he saw her he froze.

"Bill! Thank goodness you're here! Can you get me out of here please?" Brenna asked.

"Uh, sure. How the heck did this happen?" Bill said as he unlocked the door.

"The students got a little out of control." Brenna replied as she got out and put some clothes on.

Bill left the room dazed. Brenna was about to put on her skirt and leave when Bill came back in with the principal, Mrs. Wreckleson.

"Bill told me all about what happened Brenna and, I'm sorry to say it, but we can't have that kind of behavior going on in our classroom. I'm afraid that if you can't control your students, not to mention your strange choice in clothing, I cannot have you be a teacher at this school. I think it would be for the best if you no longer taught at this school."

"Please don't do that Mrs. Wreckleson! I'm mature, I can handle the kids, it was just a little hard today and it won't happen again and-" but as Brenna said this she felt a mass slide into her diaper and saw the front was already wet.

She couldn't feel herself peeing or pooping in the diaper anymore. She had lost all the control she had and honestly, knew that she desperately needed diapers. The school principal wrinkled her nose at the stench now emanating from Brenna's bum.

"I think Baby Brenna just did a doo-doo in her diapie Bill. Could you go see our oversized newborn off this campus?" Mrs. Wreckleson said mockingly.

"Sure thing miss." Bill replied and he grabbed Brenna by the arm and walked her out to her car without her skirt.

He pushed her down into her seat and then slammed the door. Brenna sat there for a moment and then decided to drive home. When she got home her husband was waiting for her.

"I just got a call from the principal. Apparently she caught you in an oversized crib and then witnessed you messing yourself. I guess you're fired." John said, disappointed.

"About that… I'm actually in a dirty diaper at the moment and was wondering if you would change me…" Brenna asked politely.

"Sure." John replied.

He got out the equipment and then laid her down on his new diaper changing station. He took off her poopy diaper and threw it in their new diaper pail. Brenna felt him wipe her pussy down till she was clean and then she felt the soft powder sprinkled around her crotch. She now realized she loved that feeling as well as the nice bulky diaper that followed. The warmness of the pee, the pacifier, the lack of clothing, the ignorant blissful state, she loved it all.

As the diaper was taped around her waist, John laid her in their brand new adult crib and locked the door. He watched her play with her blanket and stuffed animals.

"No matter what happens Brenna, you'll always have me. Your proud daddy. Your husband." John whispered lovingly to her.

As John was leaving the room he muttered one sentence. "Damn this is weird."

The End?