They'd done it while he was tugging his sweater on in the locker room. When he'd managed to get his head back through, his pants and gym shorts were gone. It wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last, knowing these jerks. They'd reappear later in the week in the lost and found, followed by something distasteful scribbled across his locker in sharpie. He sighed and let his eye peer down to see how easy his diaper would be to cover for the run to the nurse's office. Soggy... soaked in fact and near leaking to boot. Not so easy to hide then... He gritted his teeth and bolted for the locker room door, out, and down the hall, amid catcalling from every direction. Again, not the first time.

Just down the hall from the nurse's office, his bulging diaper gave up the fight and began to leak down his leg, leaving little puddles with every step. He waddled a bit faster then, yanking open the door and pulling it quickly shut behind him, narrowly avoiding smashing his tail in the process.

Mrs. Arbegast, the portly sheep nurse on duty this afternoon, looked up from a dog-eared novel and seeing terry's bedraggled state, dredged up his name from somewhere in her woolen skull, "How in the world did you lose your pants, Terciel?"

Terry's face went white, she'd used his full first name. He hated being called that, with a passion. He shook himself and waddled precariously up to the desk, "They got stolen again. Ms. honey let's me keep a spare pair of shorts here with my extra diapers, can I grab... erm... Take care of this mess... and shorts?" He finished lamely.

Mrs. Arbegast nodded and opened the door to the small changing and sick room behind her, mercifully empty of any other students today. Terry darted in, pressing the door closed and scrabbling in one of the low cabinets for a pair of denim cargo shorts (there they were!) and one of the pale green, high capacity, young adult diapers ms. honey kept tucked away for him. (she'd also, thankfully, referred to him as Terry whenever they had reason to talk, knowing his aversion to his using the long form of his first name.)

He carefully ripped the six tapes holding his current swimming pool of a diaper and let it fall with a wet smack against the floor, dried off as best he could with some of the paper towels on the counter and backed himself up against a wall. The last bit was to position the new diaper, always a tricky exercise when diapering himself. But he wasn't about to ask Mrs. Arbegast for help, she'd made it clear from day one that she didn't care for any of the diapered students in denshire middle.

It was a little lopsided but it would do, he decided, securing the tail tape. The shorts went up next, their elastic waistband pressing snug against his diaper tapes and eliciting a crinkle from the soft, warm garment. He let out an unconcious tail wag and smiled at the sound. Despite the trouble, he still liked being diapered. A cursory glance and a simple cleanup later and he was washing his paws, then heading out the door, sidestepping the now snoring nurse. One more class and the weekend would give him a reprieve... for now.

Not his lantern uniform, but a turtleneck sweater based on the one he wore as a younger cub. Leading to the later uniform, so on so forth.

So... I lost a ych auction, but loved the turtleneck look in it, so I borrowed the clothing concept and ran with it, finishing this huge canvas in sai just a bit ago over a stream. Rather proud of the finished piece, especially the lighting and the speed blur effect on the back ground. (I'm surprised gimp let me do that and copypaste it back into sai without crashing to be honest. XD)