Progress By: Long_Rifle
A request. By our own Foxington III. Well, let’s see if he can help me get the monkey off
my balls. Contains reality change. Women. Diapers. And potties. Maybe mental changes as well. Okay, that is certain. Well, good luck. Turned out longer then I thought. Mister Foxy pants should be happy.
Alana looked at her computer screen and sighed as she looked through her Facebook feed. She was stuck at work, waiting for her relief to show up and bored out of her mind. She’d been posting on Facebook as long as she could remember, “Probably since it started I bet.” She thought. But slowly her friend’s posts and updates had changed. “Where’s all the dam parties? Where’s all the drunken shots of guys puking and doing stupid shit?” She thought. All her friends lives seemed to had become boring. They all acted like adults, “And they’re all barely out of their teens!” Alana thought angrily.
She posted plenty of her own shots, and stories. Hit all the weekend parties she could. But most of her close school friends had gone to college, or simply moved away. She was down to a select few weekend warriors, and even one of them was pregnant and about to be too busy to party… “Fuck…. Another one of those dam charts!” She said as she saw a post containing a newly popular potty training aid. “Why the hell do so many parents think we care about their kids actually figuring out they shouldn’t be shitting their pants!” She typed up a short contrite message and posted it before finally seeing that another old school buddy was on, and ready to talk.
She signed into her account on FaceLink, and sent the request. It was only a few seconds before the smiling face of Tammy was looking at her and giving her the finger. “If it isn’t miss grumpy butt. What’s with the potty training hate? You got a problem with progress?”
Alana rolled her eyes, “I just don’t need to see a dozen charts telling the world when their kid uses the dam toilet. I know more about how many diapers Chad’s son used last week then I know about him. Who needs to know that? I want to know how often he fucks! I want to know if he’s single again yet.”
Tammy laughed. “We’re adults now. It’s time to grow up, maybe you won’t be playing much anymore either? You’ve got a boyfriend, how long till you tie the knot and start a brood? Start changing enough shitty diapers yourself, and I bet you’ll be glad when they stop it too.”
She didn’t even laugh. “Not for a looong time, I don’t need to be wiping anyone’s else’s ass to know who I am. Or that I’m important enough. I’d rather be out partying and having fun. They could at least put up some posts about cool shit. I mean they have to have things to do besides being parents. Right?”
Tammy shook her head, “Alana, being a parent sucks. I’ve had to watch my nieces enough to know that. As soon as I show up their parents are running for the door. They can’t leave fast enough. Imagine being trapped between your house, and your job with no escape. All they have is their kids so they live through them. Besides, they do get to be proud of their kids, right?”
She didn’t like the way the conversation was headed, Alana decided to change the topic to something more important. “Whatever, are you still picking me up at six for the party on Friday? Or are you going to be late again?”
Tammy immediately looked uncomfortable. “Er…. About that…”
Alana smacked her desk, “No! We planned this! You’re my ride! Its your turn to be the designated driver! Come on, don’t do it again! I’m getting drunk and screwing the first guy I can drag in a room! Do not fuck this up for me again!”
Tammy apologized, “I’m sorry! I told by parents them about my plans, and they said they would try to get back earlier, but if I don’t watch for them I won’t have any cash for drinks! And besides, you’re in a relationship now. You can’t be fucking around on your man like that.”
Alana smacked her desk again, causing her mouse and keyboard to rattle off her desk and onto the floor. She bent over to pick them up, “Dam it! Fine… Late again. Just try to get here as quick as possible. And Mark’s in Reno trying to jump start his acting career. Video sex just isn’t doing it for me. It’s not cheating if it’s not serious.” She set her keyboard back down and was placing the mouse when she looked back at the screen and saw a pop up asking if she really wanted to install something.
“You know I’ll be there as soon as I can…. I promise.” Tammy said, sounding genuinely sincere. “And I won’t send any incriminating evidence of you not cheating to Markie either…” She finished with a laugh.
But Alana wasn’t paying attention anymore, she was looking at what had popped up. “Well, shit. Even if I don’t have kids the dam charts find me!”
Tammy was confused, “What the hell are you talking about?”
Alana actually laughed, and started to punch keys. “It looks like I accidentally had my cursor over that potty training chart when my shit dropped. And it accidentally started to install.”
“And that’s funny how?”
“Oh… I think I’m going to install it and have a little passive aggressive fun with all our proud parents.” Alana said with a smirk.
Tammy watched her friend as she started the process of installing the program and the scripting. “Don’t be a dick Alana!” She warned.
Alana just ignored her stern looking face on the screen, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t you have a butt to wipe somewhere? I’m busy. Give me about an hour to get this little party started.”
“Whatever, just be ready to go on Friday, I’d hate to show up on time, or late and have you dragging ass.” Tammy logged off and left her friend to her own little game. “She just needs to relax and stop being so immature.” She muttered as she grabbed her car keys.
Alana smiled as she set up the components on her page, first linking it to her account, and then she started to add in all the various statistics it asked for. “I guess it’s really complete…” She said as she entered her age, weight, height, eye colour, and many other metrics. “That’s why it’s so dam popular. It’s like a complete childhood tracker. Wow…” She played with several of the graphs, which showed odd curves and points with the data she had supplied, none of it really fitting it’s usual customer base. She finally got bored and switched to her main goal.
“All right…. Let’s show all these parents how you use a potty.” She clicked in what she figured was the real date of her start of potty training, and started to fill in every day with complete successes. She was surprised at first at how each day became a set of three gold stars, with her successes lining up in the column to the right. She laughed when she saw what else was happening. “It’s adding me to the score columns from everyone else! Awesome!” She watched as her name took over all the top spots on the list. Apparently the program had automatic congratulations, that were sent to her front page. She gleefully clicked and acknowledged them as she pushed everyone else’s kid closer to the bottom. “This is awesome!” She said. “I’ll be the perpetual potty trainer. Constantly sending everyone else’s losers to the bottom!” Alana wanted to share the moment. But when she checked her screen, she saw Tammy was still logged off. “Probably be off all night. Too responsible to fuck off while watching kids I guess…”
Her face spilt with a wide grin and she cackled when she had another idea instead. “Why do it once, when two is twice the fun….” She said as she logged out, and then into Tammy’s account. “Well, it’s just a joke, so she won’t mind…” She thought as she entered everything almost exactly the same. But when it came time to log in successes, she decided to go another route entirely. “Awww…. It looks like poor little Tammy still isn’t making it to the potty at night.” She hit enter and went to the next field. “A lot of bronze stars honey… But I think you might still need protection during the day as well….” She finalized the changes and hit save. She stood up and stretched. “Gotta piss…” She laughed as she walked to the bathroom. While her bum warmed the cold seat she listened to the sound of pee running into the bowl and thought about what she had done. She giggled and had another laugh before yawning. “Tammy’s gonna be pissed off.” She remembered a line from a movie as she started to wipe, “But that’s better then being pissed on!” As she left the bathroom she literally bumped into the person she was waiting the relieve her. “Finally!” I can go home. Thanks for gracing me with your presence!" The guy flipped off silently and kept walking away. “Dick.” She said as she grabbed her stuff from next to the coffee maker and walked to the time clock.
It was good to live so close to work. She stayed a ton of money by walking, or bumming rides when she could. But on days when she was tired, the walk seemed twice as long. This time it seemed much shorter. She kept wanting to log in on her phone and see if anyone had bitched about her new hobby. But was managed to get home and kick her shoes off before looking. The urge to look was killing her, but another urge was even greater. She left the room and started back towards her kitchen. “A little snack before bed…” She muttered as she thought about the Salamini she had just bought. “Salami Barolo, why do you taste so good so late at night?”
Morning came with bright light shining in her window, and a bird singing loudly on her sill. “Fuuuu…… Yuuuuu…. Birrrrrd….” She said through a full body stretch. After several minutes attempting to get comfortable again she came to the conclusion that she wasn’t going back to sleep. She sat up and stretched again, enjoying the sensation of the rooms cooler air on her skin. The bird finally shut up and flew off, but she wasn’t paying attention to that any longer. She was busy staring at the door in front of her. The door she had definitely not fallen asleep behind the night before. “When the hell did I go see mom?” She wondered as she tried to find a logical reason for her missing memory. As Alana looked around the room, she noticed it was still decorated as if she was living there. She started to feel even more confused. “Didn’t we throw all this girlie crap out before I left?”
It didn’t look bad, but since her high school days were behind her she didn’t put posters of anything on her walls. Or especially have light pink paint covering nearly everything. “This is definitely the spare bedroom at mom’s… But why is all this junk in here?” She stood up and started towards her old dresser. Still trying to remember when she had even come over. She reached up and scratched one of her nipples, it rolled stiffly between her fingers as she looked at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her. “Shit… Did I go to a party? Did I come here instead of my apartment?” She finally took in her near nakedness, and blushed. “Holy fuck! Did she undress me and put me to fucking bed too?!” Now she knew she must have really been messed up. “Shit… Shit… Shiiiit.”
She still remembered most of her mother’s old arguments against being naked in bed when she had tried it as a teen. She shook her head and looked down at the only clothing on her body, Alana’s eyes narrowed as she stared confused at the pair of panties hugging her hips. It was indeed the only piece of clothing on her, and something she had never seen in her life. “Why do they look so weird….” She thought as she touched them. Only to find they looked so weird because they were very thick, with her name written on them in marker. She slid them down her smooth legs and kicked them off. “No way…. Don’t know where mom got those, but just no frigging way am I wearing that shit anywhere.” Alana glanced back at the mirror as she went to the small dresser. She had been trying oatmeal baths, and looking at her reflection now she swore her skin was in the best condition of her life. She playfully slapped her own ass, and started to open the top drawer. “If I was that fucked up, why aren’t I even slightly hung over?” The idea she had been drugged and maybe molested nagged at her unconscious. But since she made it home, and wasn’t sore she wasn’t that concerned. “Just a hell of a party I guess.”
There was a stack of panties in the drawer, she grabbed one. But it felt just like the pair she had been wearing. She kept pulling more of them out, but they all seemed oddly padded and rather childish. She shook her head and slid the drawer closed, “Always the last place you look I hope…” She slid the next drawer open and glanced back towards the bed. Her eyes were drawn to another item on the wall next to it, something she was sure she had never had in any of her rooms before. Alana stared at it for a moment, it was far enough away that she couldn’t read it without her glasses on. But it looked familiar to her. “I know that blur….” She muttered as she stepped towards it.
Five feet away it was obvious what she was looking at. It was a larger, printed version of the potty training chart on her Facebook page. “The fuck…” She stepped closer, the columns were all marked the same. Gold stars, going back several days. “What happens when it gets filled up?” She said out loud.
“Well we put another page up. Like the last hundred times.” The voice of her mother said behind her.
Alana jumped and spun around. “Mom! You scared the shit out of me!”
Her mother looked down at the floor, “I hope not! I just cleaned in here!” She stepped towards her while looking down at the floor and smacked her on the butt lightly, “Nothing but a little pee. And since I scared it out of you, I won’t count it against you.”
Alana shook her head. “I DID NOT PEE!” But even as she said it she felt something dripping down her legs. She looked down shocked, several small drops of liquid were still running slowly down her legs. She kept staring for several seconds before another thought clicked, she turned her body to one side. “Mom! I’m naked! Get out!” She yelled as she covered herself with her hands the best she could.
“I’m just here for your dirty cloths Alana. Don’t use that tone with me. If you want to act like such a big girl, why don’t you find a place and move out? You’re not a child anymore. Even if you like to act like one sometimes.” She stepped towards the discarded panties she had left on the floor and picked them up. After a brief inspection she seemed satisfied. “Another dry night. Your record is safe for anther day. Congrats.”
Alana stared, flustered as her mother left. Then ran to the door and closed it, “Okay, that did not just happen…” She said as she tried not to freak out . But when she ran her hands through her hair, she thought she smelled the distinct odor of fresh pee coming from her fingers, then remembered where she had just had them. “Ewww, I didn’t just do that.” She said as she looked at her hand before smelling it. “Shit… It’s piss. I just rubbed piss in my hair!” She looked down between her legs and then at the section of carpet that she had been standing on. There was an obvious darker patch right where she had been standing.
“No.” She said. “No way did I do it that much…” She walked closer to it, then used one of her toes to touch it. “It’s wet.” She thought. She got down on her knees and leaned forward. Her nose was so close it almost touched before she inhaled. The scent was exactly the same. She sat back on her legs and shook her head. “This is all bullshit. I’ve never been that scared in my life.” Then she shook her head, and tried to relax. “Fuck it. I’m just gonna go home. I can deal with mom and her weird shit later.” She stood up and went back to the dresser. The clothes inside seemed well used, though she couldn’t remember seeing a single piece of them before. She settled on a blue T-shirt, and a pair of baggy shorts. She couldn’t find a pair of panties that didn’t feel thicker then normal so she left them off. “Might as well let it air out today anyways. Gonna be a bit rough on it tonight at the party.” The thought of a good romp made her bite her lips. She wanted to put the clothes on and leave immediately, but she stepped into her accident as she slipped the shirt on and stopped.
She almost felt bad enough about the puddle to clean it. But decided to leave it for her mother instead. She finished pulling the shirt on and let it drape over her, then she grabbed the shorts, leaving them off for now. “First I’ve got to clean up and then I can get home. I don’t need my car seats smelling like piss.” Alana thought about how her mother had acted so far as she walked into the bathroom. “Like none of this surprised her at all.” She set her clothing on the back of the toilet and started the shower. “She’s acting like this is all cool. Like she didn’t even give a shit. And why did she grab my used panties?” She finally remembered the comment about a record and actually managed a blush as she thought about the potty training chart. “What the hell was that all about? Mom never cared about my jokes before.” By then the water was hot and she stepped in. She soaped up and cleaned off quickly, meaning to enjoy the rest of her shower by just standing in the stream. Five minutes in and she felt the need to pee.
She smiled as she just let it go. It felt cool running down her skin, compared to the near scalding water. Only a light hint of it rose above the shampoos and soaps she was surrounded by. As she splashed water to rinse it off she tried to remember the last time she had ever peed in the shower. “It’s been, years. If not longer.” She thought. “Weird that it felt so normal just now.”
She was dressed and ready to leave when the next problem happened. She spent five minutes looking for her purse in her room. But it was nowhere to be found. She next hit the laundry room, hoping to find her regular clothes, or at least her keys. But she struck out again. “Okay. Where did she put my shit?” She wondered. She knew she could just ask, but she didn’t want to explain what had happened the night before. “Better to leave and tell her over the phone tomorrow.” Alana happened to look out a window and see her car. Parked perfectly, but with a window cracked open. “Maybe I left them in there.”
She slipped on her shoes. And carefully snuck outside. “No point letting mom know yet.” She reasoned. But even though the window was open, and the doors unlocked she was no closer to getting home. Her purse and keys were nowhere to be found. She went back inside and closed the door behind her with a sigh. “Better get it over with now. MOM!” She yelled. “Where did you put my purse and my car keys?”
“Hold on. I’ve got them in here. I’ll be right out.” She answered from her bedroom.
She rolled her eyes, “Why the hell did she take my shit to her room?” Alana wondered.
Five minutes later her mother appeared holding her purse, and dangling her keys from her right hand. “And where are we going today?” She asked.
Alana rolled her eyes, “I’m going over to Tammy’s, is that okay mom?” It sounded sarcastic, and was meant to be.
“Of course. Dinners’ at five today, I’ve got to leave early for a meeting.” She looked at her daughter and smiled. “Is everything fine, do you have to use the bathroom before you leave?” She had a look of mild concern on her face.
Alana was shocked. First she wakes up here, and now her mother is acting like getting drunk makes her some kind of child. “Mom. I’m not a baby! I don’t need to piss, and I don’t appreciate you buying me panties, especially if they are the thickness of cardboard! Why would you even do that, do you think they feel comfortable?” She turned to leave, her hand was on the door.
“Well fine. If you think you can magically buy your special undies super thin from some local store, be my guest. You’ll see how hard it is just to find regular trainers in your size.” She sounded serious.
Alana tried to control herself, she tightly closed her eyes and squeezed the door knob, “It was an accident. You scared me. I wasn’t expecting someone sneaking up on me like that.”
Her mother laughed, “Sure. I hope you’re wearing them now just in case another person sneaks up on you.”
Alana actually growled as she squeezed the door knob tighter. She wanted to keep fighting, to call her a bitch and make her mother mad enough to leave her alone for a few weeks. “But I came here last night, and she took me in… I better be nice.” She thought before adding a very fake smile and nodding her head, “Yes mother. Thank you for your help today.” She thought back to the chart on her wall, and decided to add one more dig. “Make sure you put my next star up to!” She shook her head as she finished and ducked through the door before her mother could say anything else.
The inside of her car smelled of old perfume, and french leather. She clicked on her radio and settled on an alternative station before finally shifting into gear and taking off. She had meant to go straight home, but decided on actually stopping by Tammy’s, since her house was on the way anyways. “Let’s see what she thought of my little joke…” She thought.
The tree in the front yard gave her a shaded place to park, she even remembered to close her windows and lock the doors when she left. Tammy still lived with her parents. Which was good since that meant less worrying about jobs, and more worrying about her social life. “Wouldn’t it be nice to live for free with mom, instead of working 40 hours a week in that boring office.” Then she remembered why she left in the first place. “Oh yeah. She’s a fucking bitch most of the time.” She was smiling when Tammy’s father opened the door for her, “Hey Mike. Just wanted to see Tams for a minute.”
He grunted and moved out of her way. “Just try not to step in any puddles. You know the drill.”
She gave him a confused look, but nodded anyways. “Weird…” She said to herself as she went to her friends room and pushed the unlocked door open. “Hey. Your pops warned me about puddles…” She said as she stepped in. As soon as she took a breath she knew there was something wrong. There was a sweet smell in the air and it was badly trying to cover the musky smell of something else. Something Alana didn’t expect. “Why does it smell Iike a fucking nursery in here? Are your parents forcing you to babysit in your room now?”
Tammy was sitting on her bed, reading a book, she looked up at her. “Haha funny girl. You know I’d never let anyone else in here. Especially not some snot nosed little kid that’s still in diapers.”
Alana waved her hand in front of her face. “Tammy, it stinks like wet diaper in here right now.” Then she thought back to her little gag and smiled. “Oh. So you saw my little addition to your Facebook huh?” She crossed her arms in front of her, “Trying to one up me because of your new potty chart?”
“How do I one up you? Your charts have been perfect since you were a fucking toddler. Why the hell are you so interested in my panties all of a sudden anyways? We’ve been friends forever and this is like, the first time you’ve ever even brought it up.” She set the book down, her clue to Alana that she was seriously wanting an answer.
“What the hell are you talking about?” She was flustered, Tammy never got into a joke this far. “Look. Sorry. I thought it would be funny to put that chart on your page and mess it all up. I’m sorry.” Alana went in for a hug.
But Tammy leaned away. “What do you mean you messed with my chart!” She immediately sprang to her computer and typed in her password. “I swear if you made it worse I’ll smack you with one of my wet Pull Ups.” She sounded angry as she looked through the large chart, and the responses to it. She finally looked away from it at Alana, then back at her screen. She pointed her finger at it and tapped the charts only gold star. “Everything looks right. Is this some kind of joke? You know I don’t like to joke about this.”
Alana was too stunned for words. She opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it closed again. She started to shake her head and stepped back, almost to the door. As she did she finally noticed something that definitely shouldn’t be in any woman’s room. “Is that a fucking potty chair? It’s huge!” She said pointing towards it.
Tammy got up and crossed the room to stand in front of it. “Yeah, of course it’s a potty. How else do you think I’m making it anywhere with my training.” She dropped her pants and started to shimmy out of her panties. But the way they bunched between her legs didn’t look right. Alana got a better look at them when her friend turned and sat down on the large plastic potty chair and tried to pee. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the cold seat.” She said as Alana stared at her leg area.
“Those look like Pull Ups! Like exactly what my cousin wears! They make them in your size!?” She was so stunned she reached out and touched it, pulling the front up to get a better look.
“Here.” Tammy said, tearing the sides away and handing it to her. “Just throw it away when you’re done.” When Alana kept standing there, looking at the damp trainers in her hands she rolled her eyes. “I know they’re cuter then the reusable trainers your mother gets you, why don’t you grab one for both of us if you want.”
That comment finally took Alana out of her stupor. “What? I don’t wear diapers!” She was starting to feel like something was seriously wrong. That this wasn’t a big joke. “Where do you get a giant baby potty? And frigging huge Pull Ups….” She thought to herself. She had a sinking feeling it had something to do with her little prank the night before.
“Are you going to stare at it all day? The can’s over by my dresser, same place it’s been for years! Drop that thing and grab us a change. Geez, I’m drip drying over here!”
Alana blushed and turned to face away from her, she saw the lite pink covered garbage can and walked towards it. Noticing the twin stacks of Pull Ups on the dresser now as well. Though one stack was way different then the other one. The top of the can opened with a floor pedal and she gingerly stepped on it. She dropped the wet thing in, and let it clap closed quickly, but not fast enough to stop the smell of several used trainers inside. “Oh god… It’s worse then a real babies accident!” She said while trying not to gag.
“Blah blah blah… Little miss perfect can’t stand the smell of a little pee. I know you don’t like it. Now can I have a wipe and some dry underwear please?”
She tried not to think about what she was about to do. She grabbed one of the same looking trainers from a pile and flung it at her friend. “I’m surprised you don’t have a warmer.” She said as she popped the wipe container open and pulled two free to hand to Tammy.
“You know it’s not that big of a deal. It’s kind of a good wake up, except at night. But I don’t really worry about it that much. Seeing as I barely wake up to use the potty at night.”
Alana nodded, but she had already turned her back and was looking at the other pile. The thicker and much more diaper looking pile. “I guess not.” She said as she picked one up and looked at it. “These are yours?” She said as she looked at its design and most importantly size.
Tammy rolled her eyes. “No. I let random women keep their diapers on my dresser.” She sounded bored. “Look, you can keep that one if you want to wear them again. I don’t care.”
Alana blushed and spun to face her. “No! I don’t want to wear them! And you don’t either! Don’t you remember using the toilet? This isn’t normal!” She pivoted in place, pointing towards everything in the room. “Yesterday you were potty trained!” She held up the diaper. “Yesterday this shit didn’t exist! They don’t make adult sized baby diapers!”
“Whatever. Drama queen. Look at Facebook. There’s always ads for girls like us.” Tammy said as she finished up and started to slip the fresh Pull Up into place. “It’s fine. You should just consider yourself trained and just drop the chart crap. This record thing might impress our parents. But everyone else thinks it’s stupid.”
“Fine! I’ll prove this is all wrong!” She pulled out her phone and started up the app. As soon as it dinged on she saw the adds on her page had changed. Gone were the regular spam ads, in their place were young ladies prancing around, looking like total freaks with obvious diaper bulges. Or in the case of those in training, conspicuous looking pink plastic trim peaking above tight pants. “The fuck…. This shit wasn’t here earlier!” Still suspecting a trick she clicked on one of them and was directed to a new page. One set up by a supposed adult diaper seller. But these were nothing like the diapers hospitals used for patients. “They’re like… Baby diapers sized for us…”
Tammy grinned as she looked over her shoulder. “Still think they aren’t real? You should see the lady on the pack. She’s like 28, and still has messy accidents. I heard she gets ten cents per pack sold. The lucky bitch.”
Dread started to overwhelm Alana as she started to believe it was true. “I did it! I caused this!” She felt sick to her stomach and started to move her hand to her mouth. One belch and she was running for the real bathroom, heaving.
“Alana and her stupid jokes…” Tammy said as she listened to her puking in the toilet. “Thinks she can make me think some magic program altered the world. She’s so stupid…” She walked to the garbage can to toss her wipes. As she did she caught a glance at her computer and got an idea. “Let’s see her face when she sees this…” She whispered as she logged in under Alana’s account. She had never even thought of messing with her chart before. It seemed almost beyond question that it was wrong, almost evil. “But we can change it back later.” She thought. She started to hit the keys and change things. The gold stars jumped and dissolved as she clicked them and altered them. “How about a worse record then mine?” She looked over the chart and decided on another change as well. “Since you’re so repressed, maybe you still go to daycare too….” She typed in a message about how much fun she had there. “Even though you had a messy diaper…” She laughed at that. Then went back a few more days. “Oh look…. It looks like you’re just starting to learn the alphabet…. I guess mommy types all this out for you…” She almost lost it then. But she added a final note, “Maybe training is too much. Maybe mommy is giving you a little break now….”
In the bathroom Alana finally felt like she was done. Her stomach was settled enough for her to rinse out her mouth and flush the acidic mass away. “I can fix this. It’s not a big deal.” She said as she wiped off her face and hands. “I’ll just go home and remove those charts. Everything will go back to normal…” She walked back to Tammy’s room to let her know she was leaving. “Hey girl, I’m going home-” She stopped and stared when she saw what was up on the screen. Tammy looked back at her and smiled as she moved the icon over towards the save button. Alana screamed and lunged towards her.
She was to far away. She heard the click over her own yelling as Tammy hit enter and the edit screen flickered and flashed, before shrinking away to nothing. “Geez. It’s just a joke. You can change it back as easy as I did just now.” Tammy said with a laugh.
Alana pushed her out of the way and stabbed at the keys. But nothing happened. “What’s going on! Why won’t this work!” She screeched.
“It’s just buffering or something you know this is an old computer.”
Alana started to chew her nails as she waited for the computer to catch up. But instead there was a long electric beep. And the browser crashed. “Shit!” She said as she clicked the icon again and frantically started to put her information in.
“Relax. You can tell everyone it was my joke.” Tammy said. But her friend wasn’t listening. She was trying to get back on her account before whatever Tammy did happened. Tammy watched as Alana’s fingers blurred. But when she hit enter the expected home screen never popped up. “Looks like you misspelled something.” She said when the password user ID prompt came up.
“Bullshit.” Was the only response. She could type her user name and password blindfolded. But she tried again. “Fuck!” She yelped when the same prompt came up again. She tried four more times, until the system finally locked her out. She turned to Tammy and grabbed her, “What did you do! What did you change!”
Tammy wanted to laugh at how freaked out Alana was. “Chill out. It’s just a little potty problem.” Then she did let a smile slip. “Well, diaper problems now.” She finally laughed. “And you might have to explain your lack of reading comprehension too.” She lightly pushed her friend away. “Relax. Go home and fix it yourself.”
Alana shook her head. Her fear had devolved to near terror. “Da…diapers?”
Then the last part hit her. Her mouth went dry. “Reading problems? Did you say I can’t read!” She reached out and shook Tammy, as an odd tingle started between her legs. “This isn’t a joke! It’s serious! You need to fix this now! It’s fucking real!”
“Wow. It’s just a little joke, like I said. It’s gonna be okay. It’s not like they’re going to kill you when they find out, geez.” Tammy said, still surprised at how freaked out her friend was being over a stupid joke.
Alana grabbed her purse and lunged for the door. She swore loudly and often as she moved towards the front room and her car beyond. As soon as she saw the door knob she noticed a big change. The knob had a ring of plastic around it now. She smacked roughly against the door, using it to stop her run, and started trying to open it frantically. “Come on! Open! I’m going home!” The odd tingle between her legs seemed to get worse. She started to moan and cry as she struggled with the door.
“Alana honey… Your mom will be here soon enough. Why don’t you go play with Tammy till she shows up.” Came the voice of Tammy’s father.
Alana spun on the door, grabbing its frame with her hands and stared at him. “I’ve got my own car. I don’t need a ride. Tell her to go back home.”
He smiled and laughed. “Sure. Maybe a Barbie toy car. But I doubt it’s street legal hun. Go relax, unless you need a change first?” He seemed empathetic and serious.
“I don’t care what the computer says! I don’t wear diapers!” She nearly screamed. A slight tickle down one of her legs suddenly got her attention. She reached down to scratch it through her pants only to feel her fingers grow warm and wet as she touched it. “What the hell…” She said as she looked down at her fingers, and then to her pant leg and the dark mark slowly growing longer down her leg.
Tammy’s father noticed it as well. “Hurry! Get to the bathroom! You’ve got a leak!” He stood up and started to step towards her, but Alana was faster. She put on speed and ran as fast as she could to the toilet. She fumbled with her belt and buttons as she got closer. Managing to pull her pants down at the last instant before her cheeks hit the seat.
She sighed in relief as she listened to her pee running into the toilet. Now that her bladder was empty, it was obvious she had been in some discomfort when it was full, thinking back she now remembered hopping a bit from foot to foot. “Shit, I was doing the potty dance! Why the hell didn’t I even think to goto the bathroom?” She thought darkly. “It’s already that bad. Whatever Tammy did is already active. Shit.” Finally, as the dribbling became drips she took a deep breath and looked at the pants bunched between her legs. “Don’t be that bad…. Don’t be that bad….” She kept repeating. But even a passing glance told her they were ruined. Soaked from crotch almost to the cuff. “Now what? I drive home in pissy pants?” She wondered.
Her thoughts were answered when Tammy’s father walked in like it was completely normal. “Alright. I don’t know where you put your Pampers. But after we get you cleaned up I’m putting you in one of Tammy’s over nighters. And I don’t want to hear anything about it. Your mother is already gonna be mad enough about you taking your diaper off as it is.”
“My mother! I’m not letting her pick me up!” She started to raise her voice, then stopped when he gave her a seriously angry look. “Fine.” She said sheepishly. “Just take me to my apartment. I’ve got pants there. I’ll come back for my car later.”
“Such an imagination on you honey. Like you’d be allowed to rent without being able to understand the contract, much less be able to sound out most of the words. Honestly, I don’t know why you’re having such a problem today.” He had a handful of wipes now, Alana cringed at the thought of being touched by him. But he seemed to be hesitant as well. “Look. I don’t even like doing this for Tams. So let’s make a deal, I won’t tell your mother you took off your diaper, I’ll say it was ripped so it leaked, and you try to wipe yourself down. Deal?”
Alana quickly nodded and reached for the wipes. Waiting till he walked away to start. “I’ll show him I’m not some silly child.” She thought. But as she started the process she found her usual movements jerkly and not as finely controlled. She over compensated often. Moving the wipes farther then she intended, or not quite in the right direction. “Shit… This is harder then it it looks.” But that thought died when she remembered easily wiping her own ass only a few hours ago. “I’m going to kill her.” Alana grimaced as she corrected herself. “I’m going to have her fix this, then kill her.”
She was working on wiping off her ankle when he stepped back through the door. “Alright, your mom called, she’s ten minutes away. So lets just get this over with as quickly as possible alright?” She could hear him slapping something soft and plastic in his hands.
She looked up and cringed at the thick padded diaper in his grip. “Can I put it on myself?” She hoped he would give her at least that dignity.
He shook his head. “Have you ever diapered yourself before?”
She found herself instantly shaking her head. It was almost like an impulse to answer him and tell the truth. “No. I’m ummmm, kinda new to this.” He stepped towards her and she sat up straight and locked her legs together. She could smell the diaper’s perfume, then she had a sudden idea. “Tammy can do it!”
He stopped and seemed to think it over, before smiling and nodding his head. “That’s a great idea. I know she has plenty of experience putting diapers on. And it will help her to be more mature, diapering someone else for a change.” He seemed relieved as he handed it to her and she took it. “Get your butt in there. And get changed. I’ll go bag up your pee pee pants.”
She darted into Tammy’s room as soon as he turned his back and left. Tammy was still on her computer, and from the looks of it still trying to get on her Facebook. Alana tossed the diaper onto the key board. “I just pissed my pants in there.”
Tammy turned to look at her. Her face was drawn and pale. “I know… I know… Sorry.” She started to cry then. “It’s gone! The whole thing is gone! It’s just your mommy now!” She sounded scared.
Alana didn’t understand what she was talking about. “Look. Can you tell me what’s wrong? We’ve got like five or ten minutes to fix this before my mom comes and takes me home. And they expect me to be pampered and illiterate.”
Tammy wiped her eyes dry and took a deep breath. “Your page is gone! It’s like it never existed. You’re not even on my friends list! But…” Her voice died and she started to look at the floor, at Alana’s feet.
“What?! Keep going! We don’t have much time! What else!” Alana said loudly. She was starting to hyperventilate.
Tammy finally looked her in the eyes. “Your chart… Your updates… It’s all on your mothers page…. And….”
Alana felt like the world was crashing around her now, “What?!” She yelled. “I’m already pissing my pants! I’m already back in fucking diapers! It can’t be any worse.”
“It’s all the rage now. I remember hearing about it, as a joke or something. But maybe that’s just the new reality…. But it’s real now! It’s real and people do it! You were right, it changed reality or something. It’s all real now.” Tammy said, on the verge of freaking out and just screaming.
Alana felt a smug and cocky feeling come over her slightly. “Oh! So now baby believes she wasn’t always a little pants pisser! We could be done with this if you’d have believed. EARLIER! So tell me, what was the final fucking clue? Me pissing my pants? You having a table full of giant fucking diapers? Maybe the sharp ammonia smell of your diaper pail?” She was pissed and bringing up Tammy’s condition made her feel better.
Tammy felt horrible already. None of what Alana said even registered with her. What she had done was worse. She didn’t want to explain it, but she had too. “I heard dad talking about how you’ve been failing your training worse then me. That you seemed to be slipping, and going backwards on purpose. And your mom is gonna put you in the program. They’re gonna give you a fresh start!” Her face, already white, seemed to bleach further and her red rimmed eyes bulged. “I know that was never real! I know it didn’t happen. But it shows Becky now. It shows that she had it done to her weeks ago…. And she’s… Really fucked up now!” She started bawling at that. “What if they do it to me? What if I turn out like you and her?”
“Becky? We were hanging out with her last weekend! What does she look like now! What did they do to her?” Alana pushed her out of the way and scrolled through her friends list. “Where is she? I don’t see her page?”
Tammy kept crying from the floor. “It’s near the top. It’s not hers anymore. It’s her mothers page. Like you. Look for her picture.”
Alana found it. Becky’s smiling face looked younger, more innocent. Happier. For an instant Alana feel some of her dread let up. “That’s not to bad.” She said as she clicked on it. “She looks a little manic but-” Her voice died in her throat when the full page finally popped up and several recent pictures were prominently visible. “The fuck…” She whispered as she took it in. “Becky…” She started to hyperventilate again. The happy face from the first picture hid the vacant pictures afterwards. The adult scurrying around on the floor in thick diapers. The woman with the cute face and drool running down her chin. And it got worse as she went from picture to picture. “Nooooo!” She yelled as she heard the front door open and then close from the front room. She looked behind her towards it and what she assumed was her mother. “What did they do to her?” Then in shock she remembered what Tammy had said. “This is what they want me to look like!” She pushed herself and the chair away from the computer, suddenly frantic to leave. She moved her foot to get ready to run and felt it touch something, she looked down to see Tammy looking up at her from the floor, sucking her thumb. “Run! We’ve got to run!” She said. Alana took one last look at the computer screen, looked back down to see Tammy staring up at her and picking her nose, and promptly blacked out.
Alana was sitting up when she was lightly jostled awake. “Dam… What a weird dream…” She could feel warm wetness running down her chin, and the rhythmic thumping of car tires as they drove over imperfections in the road. She wiped her chin with her hand and yawned as she stretched. “I’ve got to stop falling asleep in cars.” She said, She felt her seat belt tightly pulling against her waist and hips as she stretched. Even the belt between her legs seemed tighter then normal.
“I don’t care if you fall asleep Al, just try not to snore, it’s hard to hear any emergency sirens with you roaring back there.” Her mother said. “And we’re almost there. Mommy will take care of that wet diaper when we stop so I don’t want to see you touching it again back there. I don’t care what it feels like, or how bad you want to scratch.”
“Diaper?” She thought lazily before a surge of adrenaline and horror hit and brought her completely to her senses. Alana looked down at herself. A long shirt seemed to be the only thing she was wearing, besides one of the thick diapers from Tammy’s pile. She bolted upright and went to unlock her seatbelt, but her hands hit fabric covered plastic before getting anywhere near the buckle. She looked down and saw she wasn’t just sitting in the back seat, but strapped into an oversized baby carrier. Several straps held her in place, and all ran to a central buckle near her belly button. “No!” She screamed as she started pushing at it with everything she had, but it wouldn’t release.
Her mother noticed the sudden change in her daughter, “I told you we’re almost there. Why don’t you just try to relax back there? I know you don’t like the thick ones. But that’s all they had.”
“Because I’m strapped in a fucking baby chair and wearing a god dam diaper mom! How the hell do I relax back here?” For emphasis she kicked the back of the passenger seat.
“Okay little lady. I know you’re upset about flunking your potty training. But I’m not going to let you keep mouthing off like that. If you don’t tone that down I’m going to take back your talking privileges. And maybe I’ll take you home instead of to your play date.”
Alana sneered at her from the back seat, “I’ll just spit it out, I won’t keep the pacifier in. I’m not really a baby you know. I don’t need to be strapped in back here! This is crazy, who does shit like this to their kids!” She kicked again and when her mother stayed silent she tried another tact. “Mom, you’ve got to know this is all wrong! I don’t wear diapers! This is all a mistake, if you let me see your phone I can fix it. I don’t want to be babied like this!”
Her mother looked at her in the rearview mirror, “Well, you’re certainly making the decision easier with this kind of behavior And that nasty language. And I don’t think you’ll have to worry about spitting out pacifiers. Little girls like you have a habit of not wanting them out. Or maybe I’ll tell them to give you a toe sucking habit instead.” She sighed, “And I was just thinking that maybe you’re more like Tammy. But even her dad said you didn’t seem to really fit in over there earlier. It’s like you really want it. Like you just want to sit around all day pissing and shitting yourself. Sucking on a paci.” Her mother stopped talking and started mumbling to herself then. Content to watch the road and get where she was going.
Alana sat back in her chair, suddenly shocked silent, terrified at what she had just done. And how she had actually felt pleasure at kicking the seat and acting out. “Okay shit…. Now what?” She was trying to think up a strategy when the car finally came to a stop and her mother turned it off and got out. “So where the hell are we?” Alana thought as she took a look around the car outside. She easily figured it out when she saw the windmill mailbox by the curb. “Emily’s place? She’s taking me the see Emily?” The horror and pain from before washed over her. She knew she had to run, but she wanted to see her friend first. “She’s still there… They can’t just do that to an adult. It’s got to be a gag…. You can’t be an adult, and a few days later be a drooling tard.” She reasoned as her mother opened her door and started to unbuckle her. “It’s just a temporary drug or something.”
“Finally quiet back here.” Her mother said as she did a quick diaper check. “And you’re still dry. I guess maybe we might have been a little premature about going back to diapers.” She looked Alana right in her eyes. “If you can stay dry, and tell me when you have to potty I’ll see about maybe letting you potty train again. Okay?”
Alana nodded, “Sure! I’d do it! Let’s go! I want out, I want to see Emmy!” She popped free as soon as her mother stepped back. The diaper between her legs crinkled as she toddled away towards the front door.
Her mother quickly caught up and grabbed her hand. “Look, I know you’re still confused about everything. And where you fit in age wise, but right now you have to listen to mommy and hold my hand when we’re outside okay? I don’t want you to get hurt. Right now you’re not used to toddling around in that much padding.”
Alana blushed as she grabbed the offered hand and tried to keep up with her mother’s long strides. But the padding in her diaper seemed to throw off her gait enough that she was actually having trouble. “Slow down ma, it’s hard to walk in this thing and no shoes on. Where did you put them anyways?” She asked.
Her mother laughed. “You want shoes? I bet it would be easier to crawl, are you sure you don’t want to do that instead? You don’t need shoes to crawl do you?”
Alana picked up her pace as she shook her head. As soon as she got close enough, she practically jumped up the steps to the porch and rang the bell herself. “I’ve got to see her. She’ll be fine. It was all a game or something.” She kept thinking back to the pictures. And what her friend looked like playing on the floor in nothing but oversized Pampers. She shuddered as she pictured what she herself looked like at that exact moment, standing outside in nothing but a long shirt, and thick diaper.
The door in front of her finally creaked open and she tried to steal a quick look inside. But it was too dark. All she got out of it was a whiff of stale pee and baby powder. She swallowed and shrank back, away from the door. “Not good…” She whispered, suddenly scared of what she was about to find inside.
“Hey Margret. Thanks for letting me bring her over. I tried to fit her with Tammy, but it looks like that’s not happening right now. I figured we could see how she does with Emily. Is she ready for their date?”
Emily’s mother opened the door and ushered them inside. “She’s right in the Parlor. Happy as a clam. It’s been such a blessing since we had the last treatment. She’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.” She leaned over and rubbed Alana’s hair. “I bet she misses her bestest buddy though. Why don’t you go say hello?”
Alana didn’t know what to expect. Or how she was going to be treated by others, she was obviously diapered, and it seemed everyone around her thought it was completely normal now. She hugged her mother tightly and shook her head as she buried it in her arm. She actually felt herself lose control and tinkle into her diaper a little. “This is so wrong… I’ve got to get to a phone and cancel this out before it’s too late!” She whispered. She felt her mother’s phone in a rear pocket, and as sneakily as she could she managed to pull it free. Then she realized she had nowhere to put it. “Shit…. No pockets…” She had to do something. In a flash she silently tucked it into the top of her diaper. Hoping the elastic on top would keep it from going any lower.
Emily’s mother laughed and lightly grabbed Alana’s shoulder, “It’s fine baby, she’s really enjoying it. And I bet she would really be happy if her bestest buddy was in there with her. Why don’t you try to say hello?” She looked up at Alana’s mother and added quietly, “Can she still talk?” As she nodded her head in Alana’s direction.
“Of course I can still talk! I’m not a fucking baby! It doesn’t matter how much you treat me like one!” Alana said. The idea that she couldn’t even talk made her angry enough to forget manners and consequences. “Is that what you did to Emmy? Rip out her tongue? Fry her brain? You guys are sick!” She kicked them both in the legs and rushed into the parlor to see her friend, tears running from her eyes.
“That little bitch…” Her mother said as she took a step towards the rapidly toddling woman. But Emily’s mother stopped her.
“Let her go. She’s been through a lot. And you know she’s still got adult emotions. With childish control over them. She’ll get worse before she gets better.”
“I know…” She said as she calmed down and relaxed. “I’m just her mother, ya know. She shouldn’t act out like that. Especially now that I’m giving her what she wants.”
Emily’s mother laughed, “Trust me. Sometimes my little darling does something and I want to spank her ass too. But she’s beyond learning from that now.” She grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the kitchen. “Come on, I’ve got a monitor, let’s go watch what happens in there. It’s good to see if the work was done properly.”
Emily was on the floor. Facing away from the door and so engrossed in playing with a few wooden blocks that she didn’t know Alana was standing only a few steps behind her. The babyish smell of wet diaper and baby powder had grown more intense as soon as she entered and it was obvious that the diaper on the fully grown woman was well used. As Alana watched she put one of the blocks in her mouth and started to suck it wetly. Slurping sounds and crinkling combined to make Alana feel sick to her stomach again. “Emmy?” She said softly.
The almost naked woman in front of her didn’t register that she was being talked too, she just kept wetly sucking the wooden or plastic cube in her mouth. Alana started to walk closer, cognizant of the loud crinkling of her own diaper as she moved. When she was even with her friend’s left side she leaned over and slowly waved. “Hey Emmy….” This time the woman looked at her and smiled, before clumsily waving back. “Emily? Are you still in there babe?” Emily shook her head playfully then threw it back and giggled like an infant before falling forward onto her hands and knees and putting her head close to Alana’s feet and wetly snorting them loudly.