

A Perfectly Normal Day At School
a silly semisequel to Heart On Wheels
by Alex Reynard

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Obviously, it's a pretty good idea to have read Heart On Wheels before you read this, otherwise things will make even less sense than they do. Then again, that might be more fun. Carry on then, I suppose!


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Just another Monday. Melanie Hartwood pulled herself up the ramp in front of Mill Dale Elementary, nodding to the other kids who gave her friendly smiles as they passed. The young vixen liked school, considering she had so many friends in class and also an awesome teacher, but today she might've preferred to stay in bed. Last night she'd gotten the late munchies and had covertly liberated the last few slices of cold pizza from the refrigerator. She'd nibbled them under her covers, careful not to get crumbs all over. Though this morning, crumbs were the least of her worries. Her tummy burbled like a bog and her mouth tasted like a cat box. Plus her dreams had been weird. Kaleidoscopic and unnaturally vivid. No more pizza at bedtime, she swore.

When she got to Mr. Van's room, everyone seemed to be there. Christina, Brandy and Bridget were chatting. So were Russ, Patrick, Sherwood and Mark. Gwen and Wendy were sitting close, reading a book together. Eliot and Abigail were making paper airplanes. Calvin picked his nose, and Kevin leaned across Layla's desk to eat it. Melanie's friends Aaron and Sasha were in the back row, looking relaxed. Everyone was diapered, of course. Just like Melanie was. She'd put on a nice, thick purple one this morning.

Melanie had left her wheelchair behind today and was trying out her new hover-seat. By holding the little cushion to her butt and concentrating, she could float in any direction she wanted. She slid easily through the air to her desk. "Hi, Sasha! Hi, Aaron!"

They both said hi. Today Sasha had a sparkly blue rhinestone diaper. Aaron had decided to come to school made of chocolate. Melanie thought it looked good on him. He smelled pleasant too, and his big bunnyfeet looked especially appetizing. She wondered if he'd let her nibble them at lunch.

Mr. VanKressler was up at the front grading papers. He was wearing his Musketeer's costume from Halloween. He looked quite handsome in it.

Tucker walked in then. Melanie giggled, noticing he wasn't diapered.

Mr. Van glanced up and 'tsk tsk'ed. "Tucker, have you forgotten something?"

The retriever pup blinked, then looked down at his pants and grimaced in embarrassment.

"The usual punishment," Mr. Van said casually.

Tucker nodded in an 'oh all right' kind of way. He walked over to the electric pencil sharpener and pulled his pants down. Then he stuck his dick in it. The whole class hid snickers at the loud grinding sounds. Tucker pulled his pants back up afterwards, hiding his pointy penis. He looked far more annoyed about having to go to the principal's office now.

Melanie wondered if he'd simply get diapered or receive a spanking too. She'd been to Principal Pinkwater's office a few times, and he was really good with that paddle of his! Just thinking about a hot pink achy bottom made her swoon.

In fact, it got her just a little too relaxed. With a blush and an "Oops!" she began to soil her diaper. Not just in front, but in back too.

Aaron chuckled at Melanie's cute little toots. He breathed in, enjoying the vixen aroma. Melanie was embarrassed, but couldn't deny how nice it felt to take a great big poop in front of all her friends.

Sasha reached under her desk to pat the back of Melanie's diaper, feeling the mess coming out. "Wow, it's warm! And big, too! What'd you eat last night, Melanie?"

Melanie was surprised she had to ask. "Your little brother, remember?"

"Oh, right!" Sasha said. "He was so excited when we dropped him off at your place. How was he?"

"The meat was a little tough, but very tender. He made a nice soup."

Sasha smiled, glad to hear it. "I can't wait until it's my turn."

Melanie squeezed out some more fudge. Her diaper front was soaked by now. The pee leaked out around the bottom and trickled down her thighs. She shivered at the feeling. "Sasha, um, would you mind helping me out with a change after I'm finished?"

"Not at all!" her lizard friend said, licking her lips.

Aaron sat up straighter, hoping he'd get to watch.

The morning bell rang and everyone stood up to sing the Oscar Meyer wiener song, like they did every day before class. After they'd finished, Mr. Van stood up and addressed them: "Welcome, little ones. I hope you all had a good weekend!"

Nods and murmurs of agreement. "My daddy taught me all about fisting!" said Lisa the possum.

"That's wonderful!" Mr. Van replied. "You can give a demonstration to the class later on. However, now it's time for Question Ball."

Everyone cheered.

While Mr. Van was getting out the ball, Melanie had climbed up out of her wheelchair onto her desk. Her chair obediently parked itself to the side. "You can go sniff my seat if you like," she told Aaron.

"Oh boy!!" the bunny dashed over to do so. He got on all fours and shoved his little pink nose into the faux-leather, rooting around for all of Melanie's exquisitely stinky smells.

Melanie giggled at how cute he looked, his little cottontail bobbing about. Sasha came over and undid Melanie's diaper.

Mr. Van tossed the ball to Beverley. "Which president made it legal to drive cars into outer space?" he asked.

The little fruit bat had to think a bit. "Was it President Carlin?"

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely!" he said cheerfully. The handsome naked wolf tossed the ball to her. She looked around for someone else to ask a question of.

Sasha had Melanie's diaper open, exposing a three-pound pile of brown foxdroppings. The pretty lizardgirl leaned in and appreciated the rich odor. Melanie's tail wagged at her friend's reaction. Sasha took a moment to give her friend a sweet kiss right on her pussy lips (which made Melanie wiggle), then dove in to start cleaning.

Mark had the question ball now. "What's the square root of five alphabets and a zero?" he asked Jackson.

"That's easy," the collie replied. "Two hundred and fifty seven!"

Sasha made hungry sounds as she gobbled up Melanie's pile. The little vixen just laid back and enjoyed it, looking at the chalkboard upside down.

"Mmmm, you taste like chocolate cake today," Sasha said.

"Really?" Melanie replied. "Last night my Daddy said it was like meatloaf."

"No talking in class, please," Mr. Van said. He pointed at Sasha and made carrots grow out of her nostrils. Sasha plucked them out, gave them to Aaron, and continued scarfing Melanie's batch.

"Who discovered the element Elementium?" Brandy asked Brandon.

The young porcupine fidgeted. "Ummmmm... I don't know," he shrugged.

"Well, you know what that means," Mr. VanKressler said. He pushed a button on his desk and the trapdoor under Brandon's seat gave way. With a yelp of surprise, the porcupine fell down into the meat grinder below. The class giggled, listening to the meaty, grindy sounds. Then from out of the ceiling, a hatch opened and a plump, Brandon-sized sausage dropped into his seat.

"Now then," Mr. VanKressler said, "I'll pass the ball on to you, Sherwood, if you can answer this: What happens when you add two trapezoids to a triangle?"

"Rice pudding," the squirrel answered straightaway.

"Good!"

Sherwood caught the ball and the game continued. Abigail leaned over to take a few bites of Brandon while she could. Melanie did too. He was especially spicy today.

Meanwhile, Sasha was finishing up her cleaning job. Her tummy had a cute round bulge from all the shit she'd eaten. "Excellent!" she told her friend, then returned to her seat.

"Thanks! I'm very glad you liked it." Melanie flinched a bit when Christina squeaked and dropped through her trapdoor. Lucy, her cat pal, started chowing down on her as soon as she'd become sausagified.

Melanie pulled a new diaper out of her pocket and slipped it on. It was fur-lined and very, very cozy. Since Aaron was still blissfully sniffing her seat, she simply sat down on his head, rocking back and forth until it had flattened out into a nice cushion-shape. "Ahhh. Very comfortable."

Aaron muttered something muffled from under her butt.

Lisa didn't know what a Quadrilateral Posterior Framwinke was, so she ended up a fat, fragrant possum sausage. The smell made Gwendolyn the cougar pee her pants a little, which meant she'd need a diaper change. She didn't have any spares, but her best friend Wendy was happy to help. Gwendolyn borrowed the class rolling pin and Wendy hopped up onto her desk. Soon the little squirrel was smooshed flat. She chirred blissfully as her cougar friend smoothed her out into a pelt. When she was done, Gwendolyn took off her pants and tossed the dirty diaper out the window. She tugged Wendy into place and sat back down. Her friend purred happily to be so useful.

Melanie avoided becoming a sausage by remembering what the lead actor on What's My Potato? had been wearing last night. Question ball continued and she concentrated on how fun it felt to sit on Aaron. She looked down, noticing his long chocolate feet and wiggly toes. Surely Aaron wouldn't mind if she took a bite? He was her boyfriend after all. She carefully picked up one of his feet and licked it. Aaron wiggled a little. Melanie grinned and bit off a toe. Delicious! The best chocolate ever. Soon her mouth was full and she couldn't chew fast enough.

Aaron finally realized what was going on once his right foot was completely gone and his left one was just a nub. "Hey, are you eating my feet?" he mumbled around Melanie's diaper.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. I couldn't resist." She lifted herself up so Aaron could take a look (though not before finishing his left foot in one more big bite).

Aaron squeezed his head back into shape with his hands. "Naw, I don't mind. This just means I'll need a cool wheelchair like yours now."

"Hey, that's right," Melanie said. "I know you've always wanted one."

Just then, the man from the wheelchair company entered the room with a brand new shiny chair for Aaron. He lifted the bunny up into it, tipped him a smile and left.

Aaron swiveled back and forth in his new seat. "Ooh, nice! It's got that vinyl smell too."

A total of seven students had become sausages by the time Question Ball was over. Mr. Van took the beachball back from Beverly and put it away, which automatically reverted everyone to normal. Naturally. Sausages couldn't concentrate on lessons, after all.

Wendy still stayed a squirreldiaper though. Which was good, as Gwendolyn had eaten a lot of chili the night before. Wendy squealed in glee as she started filling up.

"Allright class, I hope everyone had a good time," Mr. Van said. Most of the kids made some kind of agreement sound. "It's time for today's first lesson. We will be studying young miss Melanie Hartwood's fetishes. Melanie, would you please come up to the front of the class?"

The little vix nodded and wheeled up the aisle to her favorite teacher's desk. The other students clapped for her. What an honor!

Mr. VanKressler lifted Melanie up and sat her on his desk. He nuzzled noses with her and gave her a kiss. Several students 'Awww'ed.

"We have a special guest today, class," said Mr. Van. "Please welcome Melanie's Daddy."

The door opened and Mr. Hartwood walked in, accompanied by game show music and confetti. He was wearing a tuxedo with no pants. Melanie's classmates all applauded.

Melanie sat up straight and proud as her Daddy walked over to her and started undressing her in front of everyone.

Mr. Van turned to the rest of the class. "As you can see, Melanie is a young red fox, age ten, who is both handicapped and partially incontinent." He poked the little vixen's diaper. "This plays a large role in her fetishes, as she enjoys the helpless yet secure feeling of being confined to both her chair and her diapers."

Brandy raised her beaver paw. "She gets off on being embarrassed?"

Mr. Van nodded. "Exactly. Not in a mean way of course. But friendly teasing, absolutely. As you can tell by her fidgeting and flushed cheeks right now." He pointed them out and Melanie squirmed happily.

"She also has a very active libido, most commonly feeling sexual urges towards myself, her father, her boyfriend Aaron," (the bunnyboy waved from the back of the room. She blew him a kiss), "and to a lesser extent, her best friend Sasha."

The little lizard looked a bit surprised, but smiled nonetheless. She burped a big poopy-smelling burp.

"Of course, she's also fantasized briefly about pretty much all of you, too," Mr. Van continued, waving his hand over the whole class. "As I'm sure you've done for each other as well." There were giggles of agreement. Abigail and Eliot began making out. She nibbled daintily on his little beak.

"Let's move on to incest now. Mr. Hartwood will now demonstrate the love between a father and his daughter. Many of you will no doubt want to try this at home with your own parents. This is normal, healthy and fun for all."

As Mr. Van narrated, Mr. Hartwood scooped Melanie up into his strong arms and kissed her lovingly. She moaned quietly as he ran his paws all over her furry self. He squeezed her butt and made her squeak. Then he sat her back down on the desk and took out his cock for her to suck.

"As we can see, Melanie is giving us an excellent demonstration of fellatio. This can be difficult for cubs if the erect penis is thick and their jaws are small. But no worries; you'll grow into it eventually."

"May I see Mr. Hartwood's penis?" Layla called out.

"Certainly," Mr. Van said. He nodded to Melanie's Daddy. "Would you please pass it around so the other students can get a look at it?"

"I'd be happy to." He patted Melanie's headfur lovingly, then pulled his cock from her mouth with a 'plook' sound and a drizzle of cum. He grasped the base of his cock and pulled carefully. It came away from his groin with a sound like a suction cup, leaving just a smooth pink spot above his balls. Melanie gave the big daddycock a squeeze as she passed it on to Mr. Van, who gave it first to Lucy. She licked it with her sandpaper kitty tongue. Mr. Hartwood shivered and clutched the teacher's desk hard enough to leave dents.

"Moving on," Mr. Van said, "One of Melanie's favorite activities is to masturbate herself with her bathroom shower head, which Mr. Hartwood has been kind enough to bring with him."

Melanie squealed in happy anticipation as Mr. Hartwood brought out the showerhead. The hose trailed off behind him, seeming to attach vaguely to the ceiling somewhere.

"Melanie, if you'd be so kind as to show the class what you enjoy doing with the showerhead?"

She nodded obediently. First she untaped her diaper. Then she realized it was still dry, so she gave it a good hard blast of piss. Most of it leaked off onto the carpet. Several kids chuckled. Mr. VanKressler took the dirty diaper from her and tucked it into his lunch bag for later.

Then Melanie turned on the showerhead and adjusted the water temperature telepathically. She pointed the stream at her toes to make sure it was exactly the right warmth.

Many other students were becoming aroused. Patrick, Mark and Russ had gotten up out of their seats to do a triple buttyiff in the aisle. Sasha was pegging Aaron with her nose-carrots. Abigail had tied her weaselly self in a knot around Eliot. Kevin and Layla were peeing into each other's diapers while kissing.

Melanie cooed and shivered as she teased herself with the shower spray. Her cunny was soaked by now, and so was Mr. Van's desk. His papers and pencils were floating off the side and onto the floor. Melanie cranked up the showerhead to setting number five and yowled at the amazing pressure on her pussy.

Both the adults in the room had started to get horny. Mr. Hartwood leaned over the desk, playing with his lonely ballsack as Mr. VanKressler penetrated him from behind. Melanie got superyiffy at seeing her two favorite grownups getting it on.

Gwendolyn took her Wendy-diaper off, shoved the squirrel in her mouth and started chewing. Her friend shrieked with pleasure.

Sasha was filling her diaper up with at least a dozen eggs. Her sparkly, bulgy nappy hung down almost to the ground. Aaron was letting Brandon bite his ears. Lucy was fingering herself while cramming Christina into Bridget's beak and simultaneously stuffing the parrot up her own kitty cunny.

Melanie was in senses-shattering bliss, but then she noticed something odd. She glanced down at the showerhead and noticed... a sixth setting? Nervously, she clicked the showerhead into this mysterious new position. The water came out in a way she'd never seen before; the droplets made bizarre geometric patterns in the air. She directed it towards her feet and felt her heart explode with pleasure.

She gasped and screamed and moaned, not caring at all how loud she was. The rest of the class cheered her on. From behind her, Mr. Van and Daddy did too. Then Daddy growled as he took Mr. VanKressler's whole knot up his bumhole.

Melanie could barely keep her eyes open, but she saw that wherever the magical shower spray touched, her fur was blasted right off! Bits of foxfur slid painlessly away, revealing shimmering blue scales underneath! 'It's making me a mermaid!' she realized. Just like Sasha's pretty costume on Halloween. Everyone applauded her change, including her wheelchair. Melanie's legs merged under the water, becoming a flippy, finny tail. It was gorgeous! It sparkled in the classroom light. She gave it a flick, splashing water on everyone in the front row. They all giggled as the magic touched them in some way. Beverley grew antelope horns. Brandy got an extra nose. Jackson's penis turned into a boa constrictor.

Melanie's smile was a mile wide and bursting with joy as she hugged her new mermaid tail. Daddy was so happy he took a new penis from the nearby vending machine and put it on so he could give his daughter a good yiffing. She eagerly spread her cunny lips for him to enter. She squeaked as he slid inside and started fucking her right on the teacher's desk! Mr. Van happily joined in, tilting Melanie's head back so she could gulp down his cock. It tasted like cum and Daddy. Yum!

Melanie's mind swirled with pleasure. She was dimly aware that the rest of the class was all yiffing, gobbling each other up or vigorously using their diapers. All she could think about was the two big strong cocks filling her, stretching her like rubber. They were so big, she felt them touch inside her. She rubbed her tummy and could feel the tips nudging one another inside. She thought this must be what a spit-roast must feel like. She imagined Daddy roasting her for supper tonight, inviting all her friends over for a foxfish fry. 'I'll have to suggest that to him after class,' she thought.

The cocks in her tummy rumbled, then started gushing out cum with the force of twin firehoses. Melanie didn't think she could possibly withstand such pleasure. She felt her belly inflating with spooge. It leaked out of her pussy and tailhole. If she'd had a diaper on, it would have filled to capacity in mere seconds. Cum gushed from her mouth. Scrumptious! It tasted like cheesecake! She held her tummy as it kept on getting bigger and bigger and fatter and rounder...

And bigger and bigger and bigger AND BIGGER AND *BIGGER* AND...

With a gasp, Melanie was suddenly awake.

She twitched in her bed, hugging her pillow tight. The dream had been vivid beyond anything she'd ever dreamt before.

And it had certainly been effective too. She reached a paw down into her jammies. Her diaper squished when she squeezed it. She was positively *drenched* down there.

She panted for a while, trying to get her heartbeat to slow down.

'What a dream!!' she thought. She rolled over onto her back, just trying to process it all. Unlike most other dreams, it wasn't fading. She might not remember every detail by tomorrow, but certainly enough to write it down in her diary. There was no way she was gonna let herself forget this one!

She sat up with a little groan and looked at the clock. Four hours until she had to get up for school. And her mouth tasted terrible. Bleah. She glanced at the bedside table, eyeing the paper plate with its four guilty pizza crusts.

"This is your fault," she grumbled at them.

'No more pizza at bedtime ever again!' she vowed.

Though, on second thought... If this was the kind of dream that pizza produced, maybe she should make it a midnight snack more often.

She giggled wickedly at the idea.

Then she had another one. "I wonder if I should tell Aaron and Sasha about this?"

She didn't think she could possibly bring herself to. But maybe. It was certainly fun to think about as she snuggled back under her covers and tucked her paws into her sticky diaper. There was still plenty of time for fun before she needed to get ready for school.




THE END
for now




