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Hey all, just joined the site and will start posting my stories here. I have 2 completed stories already on Pastebin and one currently in progress, all of which I will post links to at the end of this spiel.
So just a little bit about me in case anyone’s interested. I’ve had a diaper fetish for as long as I can remember, even before I hit puberty (not exactly a “fetish” before that point, but diapers just always grabbed my attention.) I first discovered that I’m not a complete freak when I was about 12 or 13 and entered into the wonderful world of the ABDL internet community, where I lurked for about 4 years. I’ve been writing actual stories for this community since March of this year. I fiddled with some concepts here and there for about half a year prior, and before that I was too paranoid that any content I submit to the internet could somehow be traced back to me. I’m always looking for ways that I can improve my stories, so I think this sight will be a good fit for me.
Okay. Now that that’s over with, here are the Pastebin links to my stories. Like I said, I’ll start posting them as threads here shortly.
The following is the first two chapters of She Won’t Change. It’s the first full-length story I’ve ever written for the ABDL community and mostly of my own design. In a nutshell, it involves a teenage brat getting diapered by a magical witch. Nobody can see the diaper but her, unless she admits to someone else that she is wearing one. But that’s not all; she is forced to wear the same diaper until someone else changes her. Not recommended for those squeamish about messing stories.
CHAPTER 1: THE BABYSITTER
“Sara! Mrs. Harling called, she’s on the phone for you.”
Sara was lying on her bed texting her boyfriend Eric when she heard her mom calling for her. Her short, petite body was resting comfortably while her deep blue eyes stared intently at the words on the smartphone. Her long, brunette hair was strewn down over her narrow shoulders and reached her perky breasts, which had finally blossomed after years of remaining quite flat. While the boys seemed all too pleased with this development, her parents were worried that it was affecting her schoolwork. Now 18 and a senior in high school, she was barely passing through her courses with C’s on her report cards, replacing the once-proud A’s. Ever since her breasts had come in, she leaned on several boyfriends for support and lost motivation in her schoolwork. She had also started to lose interest in her job as a babysitter, and now only did it every once in a while. After all, a girl with a boyfriend doesn’t need money.
As it turned out, the woman on the phone, Mrs. Harling, was calling to ask Sara to babysit. Sara dragged herself out of her bed and trudged down the stairs to take the phone from her mother’s waiting hand. “Hello?” She said.
“Hi Sara, this is Mrs. Harling. I need to run a few errands today and I was hoping you could look after my son Matt for a few hours.”
Sara did not feel like interrupting her Sunday with babysitting a stupid little kid. And besides, Mrs. Harling was weird. Like, really weird. She always seemed to have some kind of book with her, written in some foreign language, and she wore some kind of strange black gown most of the time. The fact that she could even find someone to have a kid with was nothing short of shocking. Of course, her husband had died years ago due to unknown causes. A lot of people think that Mrs. Harling had something to do with his death since they had been fighting a lot, but there was no evidence linking her to his death. It looked as if he had simply stopped breathing.
“Oh, um…” Sara began. She tried to think of an excuse to get herself out of babysitting. “Sorry, I’m buried in homework today.”
“Are you sure?” replied Mrs. Harling. “You could bring your homework here and do it, if you want. Tell you what, I’ll pay you $100 to watch Matt for the next 5 hours.”
Wow, Sara thought, talk about desperate. That’s $20 an hour! “Well, I guess so,” she finally resigned.
“Oh good! Be at my house at about 3:00. You know where it is, right?”
You mean the big, dark house perched on a hill looming over the rest of the neighborhood? Sara thought sarcastically. “Yes, I know where it is.”
“Alrighty then, I’ll see you at 3!”
Sara arrived at the giant, dark house an hour later, at 3:00. She pulled up the cracked, neglected driveway and parked in front of the garage, which hadn’t been opened in years. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened to Mrs. Harling’s never-aging face. Although she was probably in her thirties, not a single wrinkle could be seen anywhere. It was eerie, as though she had the fountain of youth in her backyard. Although she was about the same size and build as Sara, her bright green, piercing eyes made her seem to tower over anyone she looked at. As always she presented herself in her black, flowing gown that she loved to wear. “Ah, so good to see you!” she said. “Please come in!”
As they walked through the halls, Sara heard Mrs. Harling’s voice somewhere in the distance. She was more focused on the rows upon rows of books lining the seemingly endless supply of bookshelves. She could see distinctly the title of each book, although she couldn’t read whatever strange language they were written in. Not a single book had a speck of dust on it, and every one seemed to be new and unopened, as the bindings were still in-tact and the covers looked quite glossy. As they ascended a staircase, still more books lines the walls even along the stairs.
“…so just make sure you take care of that while I’m gone, ok?”
Sara stared dumbly at Mrs. Harling for a moment, then responded, “Oh yeah, sure.” She then dared to ask, “So what’s with all the books? Are you like, a collector or something?”
Mrs. Harling gave her a devious glance, and her eyes seemed to twinkle as she responded, “Of sorts. But these books are a bit more than a hobby, darling.” And she left it at that.
They approached a door sticking out between two bookshelves. “He’s right through this door playing with his toys,” Mrs. Harling said. Inside was a child’s room, filled with baby toys, and in the middle of it a small, 18-month-old baby boy suckling on a bottle of milk. Oh shoot, Sara thought. I didn’t think he’d be this young! Wait, how long has it been since her husband died?
“Gee Mrs. Harling, I thought he’d be a bit older tha-”
“Ok, well I have to get going. You two have fun together!” And with that, Mrs. Harling left.
Sara walked into the room and smelled something foul. Oh gosh, not that. Anything but that, she thought. She decided she would wait until later to change him though; after all, he would probably go again soon anyway. She spotted the couch in the room and went to lie down on it. She whipped out her cell phone and started texting her boyfriend again. Matt played around with the toys for a while, but eventually started crying. Sara, however, ignored it. The crying eventually subsided, although frequent whimpers emanated from across the room.
An hour passed, then two. Sara was getting bored and Eric was starting to act like a dick, so she decided to take a nap. I’ll change the kid when I wake up, she thought.
At 8:10, Mrs. Harling reentered the house without much of a commotion. She walked upstairs and immediately noticed the pungent odor coming from Matt’s room. She opened the door to find her babysitter asleep on the couch and Matt in an overused diaper, whimpering in the middle of the floor whilst trying desperately to suck more milk from inside his dry bottle. For a moment, the mother could only stare in shock and outrage at the scene before her. She wanted to strangle that little priss; how could she do that to her sweet baby?! She started for the couch and was just about to begin screaming at the sleeping girl, until she stopped herself. No, I’ve got a better idea, she thought. She turned and left the room, making her way down the hall until she came to a particular bookshelf, and pulled a bright pink book from its place. She entered the room once more, stood in front of the out-cold Sara, opened the book, and began chanting: “Akamaris solaro dhejiho…tomaris palera dhejiho…sintaris wontaro dhejiho……”
CHAPTER 2: THE PUNISHMENT
Sara came to slowly, at first not remembering where she was. She felt a pillow between her legs and started to pull at it. But she realized momentarily that it was not a pillow, as whatever it was was wrapped firmly around her waist. Her eyes jolted open to the sight of a thick diaper replacing her thong. “WHAT THE FU- MFFHMF!”
Mrs. Harling quickly covered the girl’s mouth to stifle her surprised scream, but Sara continued to yell muffled obscenities from underneath the woman’s hand. “Shut up, you little hussy, and I’ll explain what’s going on!”
Sara finally came to her senses and quieted down, and Mrs. Harling removed her hand. “What the hell is this?!” she yelled indignantly.
“I would think that a babysitter would know a diaper when she sees one,” Mrs. Harling replied hotly.
“Well WHY am I wearing it?”
“I’ll tell you. I made you a generous offer to come to my house and take care of my darling Matthew while I ran to pick up some groceries and take care of some financial business. I gave you specific instructions to keep him clean and fed, and maybe play with him or read him a story. Instead, I find you knocked out on the couch, leaving my poor baby to stew in his own juices and give him an ungodly rash while he desperately tries to suck milk out of a desert-dry bottle. I was so infuriated that I couldn’t think straight, and nearly slapped the eyeliner off of your pretty little eyes. But when I came to my senses, I realized that I need to punish you properly; you know, the whole “eye for an eye” deal. At first, I considered turning you into my second little baby, so that you would be totally dependent on me to feed and change you. But that would’ve been too easy; and besides, I’ve done that too many times already. No, I decided on something much more fitting for your little mishap. See that diaper you’ve got on? Well get comfortable, because it’s not going anywhere for a looong time. You’ll be forced to remain in that diaper until the spell wears off. Just like you did to Matt-”
“Woah woah, stop right there,” Sara said. “Spell? What the hell are you talking about? Are you crazy? I knew there was something off about you, but seriously, if you expect me to buy into all that voodoo shit, you got another think coming.”
“Oh yes, I didn’t mention that important tid-bit did I? Well you see darling, I’m what you mortals call a witch. I’m exactly 1,372 years old to date, which explains my vast assortment of books that I’ve collected from all around this world and others. Each one contains a different set of incantations which, if performed just right, will allow me to manipulate any existing entity that I choose, in whatever way I choose. And you, through your own neglectful, self-righteous actions, have fallen victim to the Infinity Diaper spell. That means that until the spell wears off, you will be forced to remain in the very diaper you now wear.”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” Sara said incredulously. “I’m taking this thing off right now.”
“Go on dear, I won’t look.” Mrs. Harling turned her head away, and Sara began tugging at the straps. But no matter how hard she pulled, no matter how much effort she mustered, the diaper remained firmly attached to her waist. It almost seemed as if her skin had been sewn to the opening of the diaper, as it would not be opened even the slightest bit. She started to panic, and looked around frantically for something to cut off the garment. She picked up some toy scissors on the ground, which looked barely sharp enough to do the job. But as the scissors approached the padding, it suddenly hardened in the exact spot that Sara threatened to penetrate, and would not give way. Only then did she realize that she truly was stuck in this diaper. She didn’t know how any of this was happening, but she still did not believe the crazy lady’s story.
“Are you through wasting time?” Mrs. Harling asked. She received a helpless stare in return. “Good. Then allow me to finish explaining. Nobody but you and I can see the diaper; to any other mortal, it simply looks like undergarments. Nor will they be able to smell your waste, or notice any strange way it may make you walk. They will be totally ignorant to the fact that you are wearing it, or that you have used it. The spell will not wear off within any definite time period. Only when you have truly repented your misdoing will it fade away. There is, however, one way to change out of the diaper that you now wear. If you inform somebody of your situation - that is, tell them that you are wearing a diaper and that you need a change - then he or she will be able to see your diaper and remove it. However, once it has been removed and you have been cleaned, another diaper will take its place. The person will still be aware that you are wearing and using it, and still be able to change you. But until the spell wears off, you will not be totally free of your situation. You may choose not to believe what I am telling you, but that will not change anything. Any questions?” Sara could only stare at the woman. “Alright then. Collect your pants and go home.”
Sara saw her yoga pants laying on the floor. Slowly, she stood up and began to pull them on. The diaper bulged out quite noticeably, and Sara was still not confident that only she could see it, despite Mrs. Harling’s words. Nonetheless, she waddled her way to the door. As she was exiting, she turned around suddenly and said, “Wait a minute, where’s my $100?”
“Wow, this spell will last even longer than I thought,” Mrs. Harling said with a smirk. She slammed the door in the Sara’s face, leaving her in shock and anger. But, too tired to retaliate, she waddled awkwardly to her car, and started for home.
CHAPTER 3: GETTING WET
As she pulled into the driveway, Sara couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had just occurred. It all seemed like a dream, but the bulk between her legs was a constant reality check. She adamantly denied that that freak was actually a witch, although she was still working on an explanation for the indestructible diaper. She had a bit of difficulty getting out of her car, but got her bearings and waddled to the front door. She didn’t see how it was possible that nobody would be able to see the obvious bulge on her skin-tight yoga pants, so she slowly opened the front door and peered around before entering. She closed the door just as slowly behind her, and began tiptoeing to the stairs. But just as she was about to reach the first step, she heard her mom’s voice:
“Honey, is that you?”
Damn, Sara thought, that woman could hear a pin drop on a carpet. “Yeah, just going upstairs Mom.”
“Well, come and eat first, your dinner is getting cold.”
“Um…” Sara muttered. “I’m not really hungry right now.”
“Really? Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, I just need to go lay down for a bit.”
“Come here sweetie, let me take your temperature.”
“No Mom, just let me go lay down.”
“Sara, if you’re sick I need to know so that the rest of us don’t catch it. Now please come here.”
God, she’s annoying, Sara thought. I just want to lay the fuck down. “GOD, fine,” she moaned. All Sara could do now was hope that that crazy Mrs. Harling really was a witch, but the odds of that in her mind were a million to zero.
As she stepped into the kitchen, her mom looked her over while she stood helpless. Go on, ask me what the hell I’m wearing. Ask me why the hell I’m wearing it. “You don’t look very sick to me” was all her mother said. It took Sara a good minute to absorb the fact that her mother really couldn’t see what she was wearing underneath her pants. She sat down as her mom stuck a thermometer in her mouth, and she was slowly coming to the realization that Mrs. Harling had been telling the truth. But if she was right about everything so far, that could only mean that Sara really WAS stuck in the diaper until the spell broke. She was starting to wish that her mother could see the diaper, but her teenage pride held her back from spilling the whole story.
“Well, your temperature’s normal,” her mom said. “I guess you don’t have to eat if you don’t want to, but let me know if you start feeling worse, okay?”
“Okay, sure thing,” she said. “I just need something to drink is all.” She grabbed a bottle of water and headed towards her room. But after ascending the steps, a light voice twittered toward her ear.
“Hey Sara, how was babysitting?” God, her little sister was such a little goody-two-shoes. Bethany had been a pain in Sara’s backside ever since she was conceived. Before then, Sara was the only child and basked in the never-ending attention she received from her parents. Then suddenly, “Surprise! You have a baby sister!” And the glory days were over as quickly as they had begun. Her sister outshined her in everything: grades, athletics, manners, hell even her boobs came in before Sara’s did! And perhaps the worst part of it all, the very thing she hated most about her sister, was that there was nothing to hate. Not a single negative fiber was in the girl’s body, as she seemed to love everyone and everything. And it tore Sara apart.
“Fine, please leave me alone,” Sara said in response. She continued to her room and slammed the door shut. She really was thirsty, and gulped down the water quickly. Afterwards, she took off her pants and inspected her diaper, poking and squeezing it, still in partial disbelief. She hoped that she really was dreaming, and would wake up on the couch back at Mrs. Harling’s place. But it was too real to be a dream.
With the clocks approaching 10:00 PM, Sara was quite tired. But along with her exhaustion, she began feeling a familiar urge: she had to pee. She slipped some pajama bottoms on and walked quickly toward the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she made one last, desperate attempt to pull the bulky diaper from her body. But just as before, not a single tear or opening could be made in the material. With the toilet in sight, her need grew desperate, and she resigned to her fate. She sat on the toilet and released, feeling instant relief as the warm liquid ejected into the waiting diaper. She heard a muffled “hisssss” as the urine hit the padding, and she began feeling the warmth of her own juices spread across her crotch. She couldn’t help but place a hand on the front, making the diaper squish slightly as she did so. When she was finished, the diaper had gained a bit of weight and bulk, but not too noticeably so. Still, she was having trouble coming to terms with what had just occurred. I can’t believe I just pissed myself like a fucking two-year-old, she thought. She pulled her pj bottoms back over the now-used diaper, and avoided looking at herself in the mirror as she passed. She lay awake for a long time in her bed, trying to forget the events of the day and the dampness between her legs. Eventually, she fell into a half-awake, half-asleep state as she waited eagerly for morning, hoping it would bring an end to her nightmare. Unfortunately for her, this was far from the case.
CHAPTER 4: GETTING MESSY
“No… Stop! Get away!” A giant baby chased her through the hallway as she ran for her life. The behemoth had a toothless grin on its face and drool dripping down its chin, and it was crawling straight toward Sara. As she ran, piles of books spilled out of the shelves on either side of her, threatening to slow her progress. Her foot found one of the books, and as she stumbled forward, she did not hit the ground, but a giant hand. As the monster baby lifted her toward his face, the head suddenly transformed into a familiar female face. It began laughing menacingly at her, and when Sara looked down, she could see that she was naked except for a huge padding between her legs. A crowd began to form below her, pointing and laughing. Embarrassed and scared senseless, she tried to yell out for help, but only baby noises and gurgles escaped her lips. Suddenly, the monster released its grip, and she began to fall miles down toward the ground. She was just about to meet her death when-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The smart phone awoke Sara with a start. After a brief moment of coming back to reality, she reached for it and silenced it. She felt a cold dampness between her legs, and as she reached down to check, her hand met the squishy padding, flooding back the memories of the day before. She removed her blanket and looked, wishing that it had only been a part of the nightmare from which she just awoke. She shivered a bit due to the cold liquid, and began wondering how she would ever make it through school like this. She thought about playing the sick card, but her parents had recently quit buying that shtick. She could skip school, but that might warrant a call home asking why she was absent. Well, she thought, Mom couldn’t see it, so I guess it can’t be too bad. She pulled on a clean pair of yoga pants, then reconsidered, and decided to wear a blue skirt instead. Even if other people couldn’t see it, she would feel more comfortable not being able to see it herself. She pulled on a white shirt and looked herself over in the mirror. I look like I’m in a damn private school uniform, she thought. But she was unwilling to take the chance of anyone seeing what she was wearing underneath, so she stuck with the outfit.
After fixing her hair and putting on makeup, Sara waddled downstairs and received an approving comment from her mom: “You look very nice today, honey!” Bethany, sitting at the table, also complimented her attire: “Wow! You do look nice! And look, we match!” She was right. Bethany had on a similar blue skirt with a white shirt. Oh God, Sara thought, I must really look like a loser. If only she had some sweatpants or something to wear. But unfortunately, the skirt was the only thing in her wardrobe that would cover her shame.
She ate a bowl of cereal in silence, and felt that familiar pang in her side telling her to relieve herself. Well, I might as well go here, she thought. But try as she might, she couldn’t get her body to release her urine where she sat at the dining room table. Every time she came close, her potty training kicked in and held the flood back. Damn it, why is this so hard? Just fucking pee! She tried closing her eyes and imagining herself sitting on the toilet in the bathroom. Then, very slowly, a bit of pee dribbled out. The rest soon followed in a huge rush, and her crotch and butt were once again drenched in the warmth of her own urine. The diaper gained a bit of bulk once more. Well, at least it’s not cold anymore, Sara thought. She finished eating and headed for the door, purse in hand and book bag on back.
“Honey,” her mom called, “would you like me to pack you some food?”
“No thanks Mom, I got money.”
“Are you sure? I could make you a sandwich or-”
“NO MOM I HAVE MONEY!” She slammed the door on her way out. God, that bitch is annoying. Sara waddled over to her car, and as she sat, the warmth from her pee pressed into her skin. This is going to be a long day, Sara thought.
“…So we’re going to continue our work on derivatives today. Now we have already learned the formula stating that the derivative is equal to the limit as “a” approaches “x” of the function of “x” minus the function of “a” divided by the quantity of “x” minus “a”….”
Sara had her notebook in front of her, but was just doodling and not paying attention. She had received some looks waddling into school, all of which implied, “What the hell is she wearing?” Or at least, she thought they did. Her boyfriend Eric, who sat behind her in class, leaned forward and whispered, “Are you wearing panties under that skirt?”
“Cut it out you horny bastard,” Sara whispered back. “Of course I am.” Although Sara hated his sexual comments, she was used to them by now. She first fell for Eric because he was the star pitcher on the baseball team. His tall, lean body was complimented by medium length black hair, a razor-thin chin strap, dark brown eyes, and a tan body. After Sara found out that his parents were rich entrepreneurs, she put out for him to secure their relationship. Eric rewarded her with shopping sprees and fancy dinners. As long as she kept up the sex, he kept up the money, and thus the relationship blossomed. In reality, she hated Eric’s personality. Whenever he talked to her, she was his sex object. He never hit her, but often threatened to when she didn’t feel like doing something sexual. Of course, Sara was no better. She would often cry, complain, and threaten to leave Eric if he didn’t pay up.
The teacher was still facing the board. “Well, you know,” Eric said quietly, “I was thinking about taking you to the mall later if you do me a little favor.”
“No Eric, I don’t feel like it.”
“Come on babe, you can buy whatever you want.”
Sara thought, and considered that it would be a good opportunity to buy some decent clothes that would cover her diaper. “Okay, fine,” she said. “What do you want?”
“How about a little hand action?”
“Fine, after class.”
“No, I need it now.”
“Eric, come on. Just keep it in your pants for 30 minutes.”
“Do it now or the deal’s off.”
He proceeded to unzip his jeans and stick his boner out through the fly hole. She glanced at it nervously, then back at the teacher, who was still babbling and writing on the board. “Okay, fine. Do you at least have some tissues so I can wipe my hand off afterwards?”
“Yeah, I got some in my bag. Now hurry up before the teacher turns around.”
Sara looked once more at the teacher and around the class. A couple of boys had taken notice, but they simply watched and kept quiet. Still facing the front of the room, Sara reached behind and grasped Eric’s erect penis. She moved her hand up and down, feeling it twitch a bit in her closed hand. “Yeah, that’s good. Nngh, keep going. A little faster now. Come on, put your pinky into it. Come on, almost done. Yeah, yeah- HNNNNGH….” Eric’s dick erupted with semen, covering Sara’s hand. Finally satisfied, he pulled it back into his jeans and zipped up the fly. “That was great,” he said quietly. “I’m definitely taking you to the mall after school.”
“Great Eric. Now where are my tissues?” Sara responded.
“Oh, um… Lemme check my bag.” He shuffled around in his bag for a bit, but didn’t seem to be searching very hard. “Sorry, I guess I don’t really have any.”
“What?!” Sara said incredulously. “Well what do you expect me to do? I’ve got your cum all over my hand.”
“I don’t fucking know,” Eric retorted. “Just go get a tissue up front.”
“Are you crazy? The teacher will see me.”
“So tell him you sneezed.”
Sara sighed. “Fine.” She gathered herself, and stood up from the desk, feeling once again the familiar bulk between her thighs. She began walking towards the front of the room, quietly as possible. Just as she was reaching for a tissue on the teacher’s desk, he turned around.
“What are you doing up, Sara?”
“Oh, I just sneezed.”
“Next time, please ask before leaving your seat.”
“Okay, sure thing.”
“That looks awfully discolored… Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, feeling fine, just need a tissue is all.” She heard some chuckles from behind, as the whole class now knew what she had done. Humiliated, she reached for a tissue and wiped off her hand. She threw it away and waddled back to her seat, now red in the face. “Never again,” she whispered angrily to Eric.
The rest of the day proceeded without a hitch. Word had gotten around what Sara did during math, and she received some accusing stares. But because she already had a kind of whore-ish reputation, it was quickly forgotten about. She had wet herself again in 6th period, adding once more to the bulk of the diaper. And now, a new pressure was beginning to form in her stomach region. She had not even thought about the fact that she would have to do that too, but now the reality hit her like a ton of bricks. She was determined to hold it off for as long as possible.
After 7th period, school finally ended. Sara found Eric waiting in his cherry-red 2012 corvette, and he beeped the horn loudly for her, much to her irritation. “Damn it, cut it out!” she yelled. The car ride was uneventful, although Eric asked for road head on the way. Sara told him to go fuck himself, and he insisted that he was just kidding.
They arrived at the mall, and she led Eric straight to an Old Navy where she hoped to find some sweatpants. Eric noticed the difference in taste that she was showing, but said nothing as he continued texting a different girl. Sara used Eric’s credit card to stock up on sweatpants and skirts that were at least in decent fashion. But between stores, out of nowhere, a major cramp hit her lower intestine. She doubled over and grasped her stomach in pain. Eric did not take notice. They continued walking as Sara prayed for the pain to subside, but it only grew worse. She could feel it building up inside her; she had not gone #2 since the day before yesterday, whereas she usually went every day. She stopped in the middle of the floor, and Eric turned to face her. “What the fuck are you doing?” he said.
“Sorry,” Sara responded, “Just a stomach ache, it’ll pass- UGH!!” A huge wave of pain washed over her, and she felt the turd trying to work its way out of her. “I need to go to the restroom, I’ll be right back.” She made a mad dash for the nearest restroom, but it was hard to run with the diaper on, and the nearest restroom was practically across the mall. About halfway there, the pain became too great. She doubled over once more and fell to her knees. She placed her hands on the floor, and her body refused to hold the waste any longer. Against her will, her body gave a great big push - and out it came. The poop was semi-soft and squished between her butt and the diaper as it flowed out unrelentingly. She groaned as it worked its way both forward and backward between her thighs, nearly reaching her vagina. The monstrosity continued to slither out of her for a full minute, and onlookers stopped to witness the spectacle. Some were worried; others were simply interested.
When the full load had finally found its resting place in her diaper, she slowly looked up to see a small crowd surrounding her. One elderly man walked up to her, asking, “Are you okay miss? Do you need me to call an ambulance?”
She looked at him and said, “No thanks, I’m fine. Just a stomach ache is all.” She slowly stood up, feeling the full weight of her crime as she did so. She began waddling toward the restroom, feeling the mess squish between her thighs as she went, and the onlookers began to disperse. She was still trying to come to terms with what had just occurred. Did I really just shit myself, on the mall floor, in front of everyone? She reached a hand behind her, and confirmed that there was a new, squishy substance resting on her butt. She began to grow angry at herself. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just shit myself in a crowded mall. What the fucking hell!! Her face grew hot red as she approached the restroom; but realizing that there was no longer a need to enter, she turned around and headed back toward Eric.
“Geez, the hell took so long?” he said, irritated. “I didn’t think girls even had to shit.”
“Shut up, Eric. Just shut up and take me home.”
“Okay, fine, don’t get your panties all tied in a knot.” This remark only furthered Sara’s frustration.
She waddled her way out to the car, and was apprehensive to sit down. Eric put her new clothes in the back and got in the driver’s seat. “Well come on, what are you waiting for?” Eric said.
Sara gathered herself and slowly, tenderly, began to sit in the passenger seat. She felt the squish of her mess against her butt as the diaper made contact with the seat, and it gurgled a bit as she rested her full weight. She nearly gagged with disgust.
“What, you got something up your ass or something?” Eric laughed at his own joke.
“Just take me home Eric,” Sara responded, irritated.
“Okay, okay.” They didn’t speak the rest of the way.
The rest of the night was uneventful. Although Sara was forced to inhale the toxic gas of her own feces, the rest of her family didn’t take notice. Bethany even commented that she seemed to smell nice, and asked what perfume she was wearing. Just as the witch had foretold, everyone was ignorant. Sara began coming to terms with her punishment: Even though she hated the smell and the feeling between her legs, at least she alone knew what was going on. But that night, a new feeling emerged; an itching, tingling sensation within the confines of the diaper. Although she didn’t realize it yet, she was beginning to succumb to diaper rash.
CHAPTER 5: A RASH DECISION
A crystal ball sat on a round table in a dark room. The witch pronounced some incantations over it, and suddenly it shined brightly. After a moment, the 72" high-definition plasma screen on the far wall flicked into view. It was connected to the ball by several wires, and showed a picture identical to the one seen on the ball, only bigger and clearer. Mrs. Jenna Harling silently praised her own ingenuity. Finally, she thought, I won’t have to squint at that little ball anymore.
The screen displayed an 18 year old girl kneeling on the floor of a mall. She seemed to be in pain, but nothing noticeable was happening. Mrs. Harling pressed a button on her remote, removing the girl’s clothing and revealing a large diaper underneath. Now she could hear the squish and crackle of the girl’s defecation, and giggled happily.
“Don’t you think she’s had enough?” a voice next to her asked.
“Are you kidding? Have you seen the way this girl behaves? Just this morning she yelled at her mother for offering to make a sandwich. No, this one’s got a long way to go.”
“She’s 18. If she wants to ruin her life then I say let her.”
“But while she ruins her life, she also hurts those around her. I mean, look what she did to you! Her selfish neglect gave you a terrible rash.”
“Well, that’s true.” Matthew rubbed his baby bottom with a tiny hand. “But what if she ends up enjoying herself, like what happened to me?”
“Please, Matthew. Does it look like she’s enjoying herself?” On the screen, the girl’s face was now red with shame as she sat in her mess in the red corvette.
“Well I hated this at first, you know. Totally dependent on you, feeling completely powerless and worthless… But once I accepted the punishment, I started to make the best of it. Pretty soon, I didn’t even want to change back. You take care of everything for me while I get amusement out of the simplest toys. Who knows? Maybe she’ll find somebody to change her and realize that her situation isn’t so bad.”
“That’s all fine and good, Matt. But the most important thing is that you learned your lesson. You were so controlling and manipulative as my husband, and it affected the lives of everyone around you, including mine. By turning you into a baby, I humbled you. I stripped you of any power you might have had, and it changed you for the better. Whether or not this girl grows to enjoy her predicament is irrelevant. She must learn that the world does not revolve around her. Until then, she will be stuck in her own mess. Speaking of which…” She sniffed the air and looked at the infant accusingly, and he blushed and giggled.
Sara’s diaper grew thicker and heavier with each passing day. She now had 5 whole days’ worth of urine and feces trapped firmly inside the padding, which was now stained a brownish-yellow color. She began to fear that the diaper would leak or burst, but it only continued to expand. It now reached out several inches forward and backward, and drooped down past the halfway point of her thighs. Walking became a chore, as the diaper now seemed heavy as a bag of bricks. She continued to wear sweatpants and skirts, although she knew that nobody could see the padding. These clothes helped keep the mess from rubbing too much against her skin, whereas the yoga pants squished it tightly against her. Showering wasn’t a problem; when she stepped under the running water, she found out, the diaper repelled it away from itself. As for the smell, it grew worse each time she used her diaper. Just as it would wear off a bit, she would pee again, renewing the smell of rotting shit. She tried several perfumes including Poo Pourri, all to no avail. Even though nobody else could smell it, she was forced to suffer through it. But the worst part, which topped the smell, the weight and the texture combined, was the rash. Her crotch and butt now itched nonstop, and occasionally started to burn. The only way to relieve the pain was to grind the diaper against her hand or a hard surface, but this only provided partial relief for no more than a few minutes. Because of the constant grinding, the mess spread everywhere within her diaper, covering her waist and crotch from front to back. She feared she would develop a vaginal infection, but no symptoms indicating such an infection had occurred yet. She wished that the spell would wear off, as with each passing day she grew more desperate for a change.
She had told Eric to leave her alone for a few days, and he grudgingly complied. But on Friday, he gave into his primordial urges and called Sara after school.
Sara had been lying on her bed, watching TV and occasionally poking the ever-growing diaper, when she heard her phone ring. Seeing it was Eric, she ignored it, but he persisted and called twice more. Finally, she surrendered and answered. “Yeah.”
“Hey, I know you haven’t been feeling too great the past few days, but I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere tonight. I could take you to a movie if you want, and we can hang at my place afterwards.”
Sara thought about it, and decided that she needed to take her mind off her situation. “Sure, that sounds fun,” she responded.
“Great, I’ll pick you up in a few hours. What movie do you want to see?”
“Alright. See ya.”
She hung up the phone and went back to her viewing. Just then, Bethany walked in. “Hey Sara, I was wondering if you could read over my paper real quick. I just need to know if it sounds good. I mean, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Sara glared at her. “So I guess knocking is a thing of the past?” Not that she cared that much. She was just constantly irritated at her sister.
Bethany blushed, “Oh, sorry! I’ll remember to next time. But could you read my paper please? It’s only a page long-”
“Look Bethany,” Sara cut her off. “When I was your age, I didn’t have an older sister to help me with my papers. Dad was always at work, and Mom couldn’t help me worth a shit. So just go do your own damn paper and leave me alone.”
Bethany drooped her head and scuffled quickly to the door, embarrassed by her intrusion. Sara watched her leave. She felt a small pang of guilt, but reminded herself that she shouldn’t have to do other people’s work. Just then, Sara’s rash worked up and stung her harshly. This lasted for several minutes, with Sara trying to massage the pain away. It eventually subsided, but Sara was sweating with the effort of keeping her yelps of pain silent. God, I hope this spell wears off soon, she thought.
She started thinking of potential candidates to change her diaper. She immediately ruled out anyone in her family, as she would never entrust them with such a secret. Eric was too much of a jerk and would probably break up with her straightaway. She had some friends at school, but they all gossip and she would never live it down. She eventually came up empty. She wanted to go back to that witch’s house and beat her down until she removed the spell, but Sara was afraid of her power. Still, she had to try something.
Sara pulled up the familiar cracked driveway. As she climbed out of her car, the squishy mess slopped down in her diaper, and she worked her way to the giant front door. She took a deep breath and was about to knock, when the door suddenly opened. She was greeted by the familiar, ageless face of Mrs. Harling. “Hello, darling! I’ve been expecting you. Please, come right in.” Sara stepped through the doorway. “So I see your diaper is filling out quite nicely.” Sara blushed. “Oh, just teasing dear! Come right this way, I’ll make you some tea.” The two made their way past several bookshelves - with Sara showing significant effort - until they came to a small room, complete with a couch, a large TV, and a small table with a strange, glowing ball in the center. Mrs. Harling opened a brown book from a nearby shelf and muttered some nonsense. Then, out of nowhere, two small cups of tea appeared on the table. “Please, have a seat dear. Make yourself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can get anyhow.” Sara rested her padded rear on the couch and felt the contents shift around her butt and between her legs. She picked up the tea and sipped it precariously. As she did so, she felt a familiar warmth spread over her crotch, and the smell of urine-saturated feces filled the air. “Well, I’d say you’ve made yourself quite comfortable,” Mrs. Harling said accusingly. Sara blushed again.
“Look Mrs. Harling, I’m here because I-”
“Oh, you don’t think I know why you’re here? We’ve been over this young lady, I’m not lifting the spell until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“But I HAVE! I won’t ever neglect a baby again, I swear on my life.”
“Oh, goodness.” The witch pinched her brow in frustration. “It’s more than just that, Sara. Have you even been paying attention to your actions over the past few days? Yelling at your family, using your boyfriend for money, and showing complete disregard for anyone but yourself?”
“Hey! I wouldn’t have to yell at my family if they weren’t so irritating. And I do not ‘use’ Eric, I-” she stopped short, realizing what Mrs. Harling had just said to her. “Wait a minute. How do you know what’s been going on the past few days?”
Mrs. Harling picked up a remote and flicked the TV on. She pushed a button, and a slideshow of short clips from the past few days formed on the screen. Sara watched in disgust, reliving each terrible moment that flashed before her. The single difference was that she was only wearing her diaper. Even her top was fully exposed, and she looked like a giant baby. She watched herself giving Eric a hand job during class, shitting her diaper on the mall floor, yelling at her mother and sister, rubbing her diaper in a desperate attempt at relief from the rash…
“YOU’VE BEEN SPYING ON ME?!” Sara was beyond angry. She dropped her tea cup to the floor, which shattered on contact, and lunged at the witch sitting beside her. But Mrs. Harling was too quick and stood up, dodging Sara’s attack.
Mrs. Harling pointed her finger at the girl and yelled, “Bindarus Shackalo!” Suddenly, Sara was strapped to the couch by heavy chains, her arms pinned to her sides. She struggled for release, but her efforts were worthless against the metal. “Let me go you bitch! I’ll call the fucking cops-”
“Ziparandulus!” Suddenly, a zipper appeared on the right side of Sara’s mouth, and Mrs. Harling pulled it to the left. Sara was left yelling muffled threats as her chained body writhed in anger.
Mrs. Harling looked on, amused at her efforts. “Now just look at the mess you’ve caused for yourself this time. When will you ever learn?” She left the girl raging on the couch as she left the room. She returned with yet another book, this one black with red writing. She opened to a page and muttered, “Cruciando padulia punoto.” A thin, wooden paddle appeared floating beside her. She looked at it, and a devious grin flashed across her face. “Punish her.”
The paddle complied with all due speed. It floated toward Sara and began slapping her padded, messy ass. The diaper provided little cushion, as the swings came down on her with a force harder than a strong man could muster. Sara cried out against her zipped lips, and tears began welling up in her eyes. The paddling combined with the rash was too much for the girl to handle, and she began shivering with pain as the paddle came down again and again with blinding speed. She couldn’t keep track of how many times she had been hit; she could only focus on the sharp, incredible pain it caused her. Every second that passed seemed like an hour, and every minute a year. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she heard the words, “That’s enough.” The paddle ceased and remained motionless above Sara’s behind. Sara was now shaking, her face red from the pain and covered in tears. Her ass was on the cusp of being totally numb, but the paddle had stopped just in time, leaving her with a pain that felt like a thousand sharp teeth digging into her skin. Mrs. Harling walked to the front of the helpless, messy girl and glared down at her. “Let this be a lesson, sweetie. Don’t EVER mess with a witch.”
At the snap of her finger, the chains binding Sara were released and her mouth was free to open, although she kept it shut. She slowly pulled herself to a sitting position, and her lip quivered from the lasting pain on her ass. “Now you listen to me, young lady. Your attitude has caused pain to those around you: your friends, your family, and even those you don’t know. You take what you have for granted, and you never consider anyone else’s feelings but your own. You use your boyfriend for money just as much as he uses you for sex, and it has led to an unhealthy, empty relationship. You’ve been slacking on your schoolwork and seem to have no direction in your life. I’ve given you an easy option to change that diaper by simply informing someone of your situation, but your pride has kept you from doing so. You may not realize it now, but I am trying to help you. And until you change your ways, you won’t be changing that diaper.”
Sara sat in the movie theater with Eric beside her. Her ass still felt like pins and needles, and she occasionally tried rubbing her diaper to relieve some of the pain. She was barely paying attention to the idiotic comedy that Eric had chosen; she couldn’t quit thinking about what had occurred with Mrs. Harling. She occasionally heard Eric burst out laughing at a fart gag or sexual insult and feigned laughter. She started seriously considering her relationship with him. Was Mrs. Harling right? Was this an empty relationship built on sex and money? She had to find out if there was something deeper. The popcorn was starting to get to her, and she leaned to the side to defecate once more. She was starting to get used to simply going whenever she needed to.
The movie finally ended, and they headed back to Eric’s oversized house. They headed up to his room and lay together, with Eric occasionally fondling Sara’s boobs. “Hey Sara, you know there’s a sale going on at the mall tomorrow. Was thinking of maybe taking you there, if you do me a favor…”
As he reached toward Sara’s vagina, her stomach dropped. What would happen if he tried to touch her diaper? She grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away, but he was too strong for her. He reached under her sweatpants, and his hand slid straight through the diaper as if it weren’t there. It also phased straight through the poop, and began rubbing Sara’s clit. Sara stared in bewilderment: How is this possible? He can’t see it OR touch it? After a bit of toying, he removed his hand from her pants, and it came out clean. He ripped off his shirt and started unzipping his jeans. He pulled a condom out of the pocket and unwrapped it. Soon, he was lying naked on his bed with Sara next to him, his cock fully erect and the condom securely in place. “Come on babe,” he said. “It won’t bite, unless you want it to.”
Sara followed suit and began taking off her shirt. She unhooked her bra, and then slowly started removing her pants. She was standing in full view of Eric with only a huge, filthy diaper on, but he saw only her smooth undercarriage. She climbed on top of him and moved into kneeling position, lowering her diapered bottom onto his rock-hard dick. It phased right through the diaper and went straight into her vagina. As she moved up and down, she felt the diaper move with her, mushing and slapping against the bed as it phased straight through Eric’s unsuspecting pelvis. For reasons she couldn’t quite understand, she found it incredibly erotic. She and Eric moaned in unison as she started moving her hips faster. Her face turned bright red as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She picked up her pace even more, bouncing quickly against Eric’s body and feeling the huge diaper squish against her crotch with each motion. Soon, it became too much, and she quickly reached orgasm, moaning and twitching in absolute bliss. Her mind was jello, and as Eric’s climax followed shortly after, she collapsed on top of his muscular body.
“Man,” Eric, remarked, breathing heavily, “You were really into it this time. That was the best sex I’ve ever had!”
This comment brought Sara’s mind back to reality. She stayed silent for a moment, lying on top of Eric as she tried to form the right words in her head. Finally, she said, “Eric, do you love me?”
Eric looked at her weirdly. “Of course I love you, babe.”
“No, seriously Eric. Do you love me, or do you love the sex?”
“Well, I love both. But I love you more.” He kissed Sara on the cheek.
“Okay Eric. Why do you love me?”
“Because… You’re smart, pretty, funny…”
“Anything specific and not just cliche?”
“Why are you asking me this?”
Sara took a deep breath. “Eric, there’s something I want to tell you.”