Screen Test

The following is the fifth chapter in the Katelyn Back in College series!

Chronologically, this takes place after Katelyn 4, but significantly before the Ashley Alpha Phi Chapter 7: "AmyBDL."

I'm excited to return to Katie to color in her origin story a bit more. Hope you enjoy!

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Kate danced back and forth, moving her weight from foot to foot. She kept nervously glancing toward the camera before focusing her attention on something out of frame. She giggled nervously and snaked her hand in between her legs. Her purple and white pull-up gave a faint papery crinkle as she pressed her fingers into the padding. She shot another look at the camera, and then back offscreen once more.

"Ok. Ok I think it's like... ready," she said, her voice was completely devoid of its usual confidence, "should I just, like, go?"

After a second she gave a nearly imperceptible nod, whispered "ok," then closed her eyes and exhaled slowly through her pursed lips.

She got dead-still. For a moment it looked like the video had frozen, but just as I was about to reach for the mouse to check, she rolled her head back in frustration.

"Ugh, why is this so hard? I have to like, go but it's not coming ou--" her head snapped forward, "--oh wait, oh wait, here it comes."

She relaxed her grip, and her eyes softly shut. She squeaked, tensed, and then relaxed again. "Okay, I think I've got it. That was just a little, but..." Her shoulders slumped and she slowly lowered her hand.

For a moment she stood perfectly still, a proud grin spreading across her face. "It's so warm," she whispered excitedly. "This feels so weird!"

She planted her hands on her hips and glanced down at her swelling padding. After a moment, she gave the front of her pull-up a curious poke before looking back at the camera.

"Okay, I think I'm done." She hesitated, glancing offscreen. "How was that?"

The recording stopped and I looked over at Kate. She was leaning forward in the chair we had pulled in from the front room, all business.

"See? The lighting doesn't work," she noted, "you couldn't really see me getting like, wet or anything."

"No, it's totally fine," I said with my heart slamming in my throat.

"But it'd be better if you could see it darkening or swelling or whatever right?" she asked curiously, "I mean, you can't see anything! It looks like I'm just like, standing there."

"Well but you're.." I stammered. It still felt pretty unreal that she was talking so openly about this. I kept waiting for her to like, tell me it was all some big joke. "... you know."

"... pissing in a diaper?" she finished for me, seemingly amused that I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Hey, it wasn't like I wanted to be all embarrassed by it. She was clearly being a team player here. It's just that I had spent years of my life questioning why I would get turned on by this sort of thing and she was able to get comfortable with it almost overnight. That was just Katelyn though. She didn't do anything half-assed.

She studied me for a couple seconds and then gave a flirtatious little glance down at my lap. "Aww. You're not too flustered already, are you baby?" she teased, "we're still going to watch the others, right?" She batted her eyelashes at me.

What was so entertaining about this? It wasn't like she'd never seen me turned on before.

I rolled my eyes at her and reached for the mouse. I closed out the media player and clicked the next video: DSC_000402. mp4. I'd probably want to rename that.

The video began without Katelyn in the frame at all. It was just a wide shot of two closed doors in the hallway: one leading to the bathroom and the other for the hall closet.

"Ooh see? The lighting is way better in this one." she enthusiastically observed.

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged, waiting impatiently for anything at all to happen on the screen.

Suddenly, she ran into frame, panting and holding herself roughly between her legs. She ran straight to the bathroom door and started knocking frantically.

"Ooooh. Come on! Let me in!" she demanded, pounding on the door, "this isn't funny!"

She glanced back towards the camera for a split second, then seemed to remember she hadn't tried the doorknob yet. She dramatically gripped it and yanked on it without ever trying to turn it. "Codyyyy, come on! I really gotta go!" She pounded on the door a few times before turning back towards the camera and yelling at me over her shoulder, "I'm gonna pee my panties!"

She spread her legs apart, lifted her skirt with both hands, and craned her neck down to dramatically inspect her pink panties, but when she glanced up at the camera the effect was ruined and it seemed more like she was just showing them off. "Ugh. I think I already leaked a little." She smoothed down her skirt in frustration and began to pace back and forth in front of the doors, stopping occasionally to bend her knees and hold herself, knock frantically on the door, or lament her choice in drinking the "giant big gulp she just had on the way over."

I looked over at Kate. She was leaning forward and taking in every second as though she was going to give herself acting notes the second the scene was done.

"Nnnnh maybe there's a spare key in here?" she groaned in desperation as she tried the door to the hall closet. It popped open and she acted surprised and disgusted as she found a torn open pack of Goodnites. "Wait, are these... diapers?" she acted as if she had never even heard of such a product before as she pulled one out and unfurled it in her hands like a bewildered archeologist discovering something plastic in Ancient Rome. "Who put these here?"

Another wave of urgency seemed to hit her, and her free hand shot between her legs. Her knees snapped shut and she doubled over. "Well.. I guess it's better than peeing in my panties, I mean, it's like, what they're for right?" she asked nobody in particular.

She reached up under her skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, wiggling out of them and letting them fall to the ground around her ankles. "Oh no... I guess those are ruined," she pouted with all the melodrama of a heroine in a low-budget horror flick while simultaneously fidgeting and trying to orient the diaper correctly to step into it, "this will be better than going on the floor."

She maneuvered the pull-up under her skirt and over her hips before pacing back and forth once more and returning to the door. "Dammit, Cody! You're gonna make me pee in a diaper! I hope you're happy!" She called out. When she received no response from behind the door, she crossed her arms, widened her stance and hiked up her skirt so the diaper was perfectly visible. "Fine," she pouted, "I guess I'll just go."

The shot zoomed in smoothly to focus on the padding between her legs.

"Ooh, good zoom!" Kate cooed from her perch next to me.

The pull-up darkened slightly as it swelled and her hand briefly entered the frame to inspect the evidence of her accident. She exhaled with relief, and gave it a little squeeze. Unfortunately by that time the pull-up had already reached its limit and a small rivulet escaped down her leg. Katie squealed "ah shit! It leaked! What the fuck!?" She dodged out of the zoomed in frame. Just before the video cut, the audio caught her excitedly asking "ok, did you get it??"

"See? The lighting is way better in this one," Katelyn added smugly. "Can you trim off the part where I leak?"

"No way! I like it!" I moved to hit the X to shut it down before she got any big ideas.

"But that wasn't supposed to be part of the scene," she complained, interrupting me. "Like, you can totally tell it's staged once I break character and ask if you got it."

I couldn't tell if she was joking. Her expression seemed sincere, but that had been just about the worst acting I had ever watched, and I've watched a lot of bad porn. Not that it detracted from anything. I'd just been too distracted while filming to realize just how bad her dialogue had actually been.

I finally closed the window. Kate studied me for a second, her eyes flicking down toward my lap before returning to mine. Her lips curled into that familiar teasing smile she always got whenever she knew she had me wrapped around her finger.

"Need a break already, baby?" she asked sweetly.

"What? No, I'm fine."

"You sure?" She glanced down again, making absolutely certain I followed her gaze this time. "Because it looks like you're having a little accident of your own."

I looked down. Oh, for fuck's sake.

There was a small dark spot on the front of my tented grey basketball shorts where my dick had decided to show off its ability to self lubricate.

I instinctively covered myself with both hands, which only seemed to amuse her further.

"Aww, baby," she teased. "You don't need to be embarrassed, it's kinda cute."

Kate had seemed to be increasingly determined to make me cum in my pants lately. It was almost like it had become a point of pride for her. "I'm fine," I protested.

"You sure? We've still got a couple pull-ups left from filming." She teased. "Want me to get you one?"

"Katelyn!"

"What?" she giggled. "I'm just saying, we've got them if you need one!"

I stared at her. Was she actually being serious about the pull-up? She'd made me wear one once before on that ridiculous car trip, but I'd figured that was just her way of making the whole thing less embarrassing for herself. Humiliation loves company and all that, you know? Not that I minded. The embarrassment had been worth it for the mileage I'd gotten out of that particular spank bank memory.

That had all ended as abruptly as it started, though. We went home for Christmas break separately, and when we returned, our sex lives went back to something resembling normalcy. Not that anything with Kate was ever really "normal," but I mean, we hadn't explored that particular aspect of things again. She'd moved on to exploring her exhibitionist streak, trying to blow me in the living room while my roommates were in the kitchen or whatever, and I wasn't about to interrupt her from exploring stuff like that. But that was just Kate, you know? When she got interested in something, it became our thing. And when she moved on, apparently I did too. One week we were exploring my deep dark secret diaper fetish, the next she was seeing if she could make me cum with her feet. The only thing routine about it was that it was never routine.

Which was why I couldn't figure out what had gotten into her all of a sudden. We hadn't really talked about any of this since Christmas, and now suddenly she was sending me pictures, volunteering to make videos, and offering (threatening?) to put me in diapers again. I mean, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, but where the hell was all this enthusiasm coming from? Maybe she just really liked watching me squirm. God knows she'd always enjoyed that.

In fact, that's how this started. I was sitting in chem lab, innocently minding my own business and fantasizing about what kind of underwear my TA might be wearing when my phone dinged.

I dove for it to silence it. My TA was typically pretty h chill, but I didn't want to risk getting chewed out in case she was having a particularly bad day.

That's when I saw it was a message from Kate. I flicked open the screen, thinking it was probably just something about our dinner plans or whatever, when I was greeted by an image of her, tanned, naked and spread eagle on her dorm room floor, a vibrator between her legs and her face contorted in pleasure.

Holy shit.

I slammed my phone back into my bag praying that nobody saw, and thankfully the girl next to me was too busy cleaning glassware to notice.

That's when it dinged again. And again.

In my panic to hide it, I hadn't silenced it. I pulled it back out of my bag and covered it while I read her message (careful to flip the silence switch on the side as I did so).