Something's Different

Chapter 3
Biology Class

Chapter Description: After lunch, Miranda has another class.

After lunch, Miranda made her way to her biology class, which seemed to have the same sort of people as her math class. About half bimbos, half babies. That was kind of weird. But they were both classes that existed more to complete the requirements that everyone at the college had, not classes aimed at those going further in either discipline. Still, she would have expected some other types of girls would be interested in just getting requirements out of the way. She glanced around the room, happily taking in the sight of the more well endowed girls showing off their stuff. She also noticed that she wasn’t the only girl in a tiara. But the other girl didn’t even have anything pink on, so Miranda was satisfied knowing that she was the better princess.

"Hello, everyone," said the professor. She was a catgirl wearing an open lab coat over short shorts and a sports bra. "Are you girls ready to learn about animals?"

There were several "Yeah"s and "Yay"s, but some of the girls just ignored her and continued to play with their phones or adjust their makeup.

"Today we’re going to learn about mamory glands!" Some of the class immediately looked excited, but it wasn’t until she showed a slide of a bare breasts that the full class realized it was something they’d want to pay attention to. "You probably know them better as breasts, boobs, jugs, or more formally, titties. What do you girls know about titties?" Most hands in the room shot up. The teacher called on a girl who came in wearing her Hooters uniform. Miranda rolled her eyes at this girl’s need to show off how she already got a job like that.

"Titties are, like, really pretty."

"They certainly are," the professor said happily. "We call them a secondary sexual characteristic. This means that while they aren’t used directly in reproduction, they still show people that you’re a sexy lady. What else do you girls know about titties?" She called on the dumb not-princess.

"They’re bouncy!" The girl bounced herself up and down to demonstrate.

"Very good! The fatty tissues found in the large titties of bipedal mammals do jiggle with movement." She changed the slide to a video showing a human, a catgirl, and a cow girl. They were all topless with some electrodes attached to their breasts, though the cow girl had some pads taped over her nipples.. They just stood their for a moment, then were told to do some jumping jacks, then run in place, then twist rapidly from side to side. The pads over the cowgirl’s nipple began to drop milk by the end. "As you can see, it’s something we scientists have spent a lot of time studying. Does anyone know anything else about titties?’

This time, Miranda shot her hand up first. She wasn’t going to be outdone by the phony poopy princess. "They can make milk sometimes!"

"Right, and that’s very important." Miranda smiled smugly at the other girl, who didn’t seem to be paying attention to her. "All mammals drink from their mother’s titties." She showed a few short videos of various animals nursing their young. "Normally, they don’t do this until their owner gets pregnant, but for cow girls, it starts with puberty. They have to milk themselves regularly." She showed a short video of a cowgirl hooking herself up to a milking machine, then clearly trying to hide how much she was enjoying its effects.

A hand shot up. "What do they do with all that milk?"

"Well that’s really up to each cowgirl. Some just drink it themselves, some give it to close friends, and...."

Miranda tuned out as she began to feel really dizzy again. After a second, it vanished as quickly as it came.

"And the cow says-"

"Moo!" Miranda replied around her pacifier with the rest of the class. Wait, but weren’t they-

"And the cat says-"

"Meow!" This wasn’t right. They were definitely learning something sexy a minute ago. And as nice looking as the naked cow and cat girls that the teacher flashed before them were, it was definitely more than that. This was important. She pulled out her detective notebook and the crayon she’d been using with it. This was definitely a major clue, so she wrote it beneath the first three.

"4. Aminal class was sexy an then it stoped."

Perfect. She sucked intently on her pacifier as she looked around the room. It turns out she wasn’t the only one not paying attention anymore. A couple bimbos in the back were in the middle of making out with each other. One was trying to remove the other’s bra. Miranda considered reminding them of the 30 strike rule for nudity on campus. Adult nudity, that was. Babies just needed to keep their diapers on, and no one cared if one went around topless, like that stupid fake princess. With how warm it was, Miranda probably would have done the same if her roommate didn’t make her look so pretty.

She was getting off topic. She needed to think about what was going on. Maybe doing something with her hands would keep her from getting distracted. She pulled out the rest of her crayons and turned to a blank page in her notebook. Perhaps doodling could keep her from being distracted, particularly if she doodled something related. Like what did she see earlier in class? She picked up a crayon in a tight fist and got to work drawing a really pretty kitty cat girl. The cat needed a friend, so she drew some more girls. But what were they doing? They’d probably be playing. She turned to the next page and drew them tossing a ball back and forth.

"And that’s it for today, girls," the professor said. "Remember to take care of those littler than you before you leave, OK?

As Miranda gathered up her things, she was approached by the girls who were making out earlier. One of them was now topless, and Miranda spied what looked like a torn bra near where they were sitting. The other was in a string bikini that barely contained her, and that was the one that pulled the top of Miranda’s diaper and peered in. "That’s, like, wet, right?"

The other looked as well. "I think so?"

"OK. Let’s get you to the bathroom, baby." She bent down and her girlfriend helped Miranda climb on her back for a piggy back ride. Miranda briefly considered taking advantage of the situation by "accidentally" grabbing the woman’s breast, but she wouldn’t touch someone like that without their- "Go ahead and, like, play with my titties or some junk if it makes you feel better." With a giggle, Miranda moved her arms so that she gripped both of the woman’s breasts and started squeezing. She really needed to get to know her classmates more.

The first couple bathrooms they tried already had someone occupying the changing tables, but then they finally found one that was available. The bikini lady lowered Miranda on it, and both bimbos stared.

"You’ve done this before, right?" the topless one asked.

"I think so?" She looked like she was trying to think about it for a second before she shook her head with a giggle. "We’ll figure it out. Just like the bra."

Both girls tugged at seemingly random parts of the diaper until the topless one finally spoke up. "Oh, I think it might open on the sides?" She pulled on one until it popped open, then did it again with the other.

"Great job, sugartits!" The other girl blushed, and the two started making out again.

"Ahem," Miranda said, trying to make it sound like a real cough. She couldn’t’ say it wasn’t fun to watch, but she did want to get this done.

They both glanced back. "Oh, we’re not done yet!" the bikini girl said. "Um..." Miranda wished she could help them, but that simply didn’t make any sense. Luckily, they did quickly figure out the wipes after slowly reading the directions out loud.

"OK, now we just need to put this on her, right?" the topless girl asked, holding up a diaper.

"I guess so? This is the front, right?"

"No, I think it’s this."

"But why would-is she peeing again?"

Miranda sat up a little and looked between her legs, and there was indeed a small puddle now. She hated it when that happened, but she tried not to cry.

"Shit. Um... this’ll make you feel better!" the topless girl lowered her breasts on the girl’s face. Miranda was more surprised than anything, and it allowed the bikini girl to clean up and slip a diaper under her without any tears. They taped her up a little crookedly, but it was functional enough.

"We did it!" The girls embraced each other, and Miranda applauded happily.

"Fank you!" Miranda said.

"Anytime, baby," the topless one said rubbing her head.

"Yeah, it’s, like, no problem?" the other said.

The girls washed their hands as Miranda left. It was time to get on with her day. She had much more invetsa... ivesta... looking around to do. And it wasn’t long before she saw something strange outside. For the first time in a long time, she saw a guy on campus. She pulled out her notebook and crayon.

"5. A boy!"

She walked on her tip toes toward him when it seemed he wasn’t looking in her direction. He seemed to be pretty distracted by all the other girls around. He took in each and every body that passed him by, and he seemed particularly pleased when another baby waddled his way.

"Perfect. Perfect," he said as touched a few things on the screen of his phone. Miranda noticed that he had this weird watch looking thing with a metal band. It looked like a hodge-podge of random wires and circuitry. "Excuse me miss," he said slightly nervously to a passing girl in a shirt that was short enough to show some underboob, "but I just thought I should let you know that your tits are magnificent."

"Oh thank you!" the girl said.

The man looked relieved. "Mind if I take a picture?"

"Sure!" She bent over to give him a good view of her cleavage, and he happily snapped a picture.

"Thanks!" He muttered "perfect" to himself as she wandered off again.

Miranda was disappointed that that was all. So there was some guy complementing people on campus. Was that really a big deal?

He started looking nervous again as he eyed a baby walking his way. When she was nearby, he felt her diaper. The girl stopped and looked at him expectantly. He pulled open the diaper and peered in, then looked at her now slightly blushing face. "You’re clean."

"Tankies!" the girl said before walking away.

Was this really a clue? Some polite, helpful guy is on campus? She could ask him some questions, but then she’d have to talk to a boy. She might get cooties! And besides, would a boy really have anything to do with her mystery? Stories like this are supposed to have happy endings, and boys are stupid. She took her crayon and scribbled out her fifth clue as she turned around and walked away. With a yawn, she realized how tiring it was to play detective for so long. Maybe it was time to head back to her dorm for a nap. And then she’d figure out if she wanted to keep playing.