The Genie (Patreon)

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“Lady, if you don’t get out of the way I’m calling the cops.” Maxine said brashly. She was smiling, but her eyes shot daggers. Pushing past her, the woman snickered.

“Heh. Okay.” She said, it was the way she said it. So matter-of-fact. Like Maxine was stupid to think otherwise. It annoyed her. Maxine turned back around.

“Fine. I want infinite Money.” Maxine said condescending. The Genie rolled her eyes, folding her arms.

“It’s always money. Infinity comes at a price you know.” She said.

“Whatever. If it ‘works’ then I’ll just buy it.” Maxine stated.

“It’s not quite like that. You’ll get your money, but you’ll have to overcome your greatest life challenge again.” She said, holding her hands out to her side, palms up. None of this mattered to Maxine. It was all city-streets nonsensical gibberish coming from a homeless woman. She questioned why she even gave her the time of day. Until crackling thunder erupted. The genie disappeared. Maxine recoiled. Her white dress jacket fluttered from the gust of wind. It was warm. Something changed. She couldn’t tell what, but her body felt different. Maxine couldn’t conceptualize the vanishing act. She came up with the only explanation.

“Okay well, let’s head home and maybe I will wake up from this crazy dream.” She thought. Turning to walk down the sidewalk. She got the idea to peer into her purse. “Can she disappear money into my purse?“ Maxine thought, surprisingly, there was a new card. It was gold. She fished it out. The numbers on it were silver. It was in her name. Maxine Waters.

“Wow, I’m really on it with the dream continuity tonight.” She thought, tossing it back in. Her mind subconsciously picked up on the public restroom sign passing by. It pinged the discomfort in her bladder. “I should potty.” She thought. It was more of an impulse than an inner-monologue.  She B-lined into it. Thinking of the process of pulling down her pants, she finally noticed what felt different.

“Wait.” She said, stopping in front of the bathroom mirror. Pinching the waistband of her leggings, she exposed the light purple hem of a pull-up. Maxine gasped, pulling it down a little further. “She put me in a pull-up!?” She wondered, initially she was shocked. Maxine had never thought about pull-ups or diapers before. Seeing one felt so foreign, yet inexplicably...

“Why do I feel so… sexy in this?” Maxine asked herself, pulling her pants down to her knee caps. They felt cute. Childish flower designs, softly hugging her waist. The cushion inside tickled between her legs. Her skin savored the sensation. “Maybe, this is the bathroom?” She thought, instantly feeling taboo. Peeing yourself is forbidden. Yet it felt so enticing to misbehave in her pants.

“This is what they’re for.” Maxine thought, letting the intrusive thoughts override her rational and control. The need to pee surfaced on her sphincter muscle. Sexy deviations made her cheeks blush red behind the mask. Maxine felt deep suppressed emotions bubble up from within.

She pushed down onto her bladder, forcing it to come out. The hair on her neck stood straight up. Wet pee ran into the padding. It splattered like summer. Hot exhilaration flushed beneath her skin. The lightheaded silliness and erotic intensity see-sawed Maxine’s emotions. She pulled out her phone to take pictures. “I look hot as hell in pull-ups.” She realized, her hand pressed in between her legs. The door into the bathroom opened. Caught in the act, Maxine turned to the woman. They had no idea how to comprehend what Maxine was doing.

Maxine felt so delinquent. Standing there in a wet pull-up, touching it in public. The urge to double down in front of this woman stabbed her brain. This was primal. Maxine shoved a finger into her nose. She dug deep, wiggling it back and forth to get as much as she could. Pulling out, she stuck the dollop of booger into her mouth. The woman groaned in disgust, walking immediately out of the bathroom. Maxine giggled. “This is fun.”

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Maxine dunked the glass under the running faucet for a third time. Biting her bottom lip, she looked wide eyed at the water filling up to the brim. Once it started spilling over, she brought the rim to her mouth. It spilled down her throat. Maxine gulped it down. Her stomach forcibly stretched. It ached heavily with so much water.

“Come on, come on turn into pee!” She thought, waddling back to the living room. Bright joy glistened her mind seeing all the scattered baby toys on the ground. It was an endless frontier of fun. She had bought every one she could find across town, with hundreds more on the way. Her knees hitting the carpet, Maxine picked up a bright green electric keyboard. First she pressed the red key with a finger, then the blue one next to it. Involuntary giggles dribbled out of her mouth. They accompanied the juicy bubbles of babyish excitement that popped in her mind. They drowned out logical thought in the front of her brain. Maxine’s fingers relaxed, then started slapping the keys like a ragdoll. It was so easy for Maxine to lean into the feelings.

“Giga ga! Dinehda” She babbled, feeling deeply regressed. Extremely immature behavior elevated Maxine to a whole new universe of pleasure. While playing, she positioned a toy in between her legs. Gyrating, her mind melted with dopamine as it pressed into her.

“Wow, you’re doing horrible.” The genie said from across the room.

“Deh.?” Maxine uttered, looking up surprised to see her. It took a couple seconds for her adult consciousness to tunnel out of the regression. Yet again caught in the act, Maxine stood up blushing. Thinking of the first way out of the argument she spun it the other way. “You’re the one who made me like diapers!”

“I didn’t make you like anything. I just put you in a pull-up.” She said.

“What? No! That’s not it! You changed my head!” Maxine said defensively.

“Nope. You’re the one turning yourself into an oversized diaper piddler” She said, pointing at her waist.

“Hm?” She thought, looking down. She was drenched. Part of her was vaguely aware of that fact, but she didn’t realize it was this much. Pulling the waist of her diaper, she looked in. There were at least two large glass cups of pee in there. Maxine couldn’t recall any of it passing through her. They were complete accidents. “How did I..?” She wondered, smiling, realizing how childish she was becoming. Playing with toys was one thing, but to piss her diaper while playing without realizing it was a whole new level. Dizzy excitement manifested into her thumb’s nail pushing between her teeth. She had been wearing diapers non-stop for a couple weeks now. Gorging herself all day on water. She thought she knew every time she had to go. Clearly she was starting to miss some. Maxine looked up at the genie with a goofy ‘I-know-I’m-in-trouble’ look.

“Looks like someone likes diapers, don't they?” The genie teased. Maxine didn’t say anything, she blushed sunset red. She couldn’t hide it. Her legs twisted, body swaying embarrassingly side to side.

“You don’t remember how hard it was for your parents to get you out of diapers. They whacked it out of you, probably why you’re such a bitch.” She said.

“Hey!” Maxine snapped back.

“Awh, did baby not like that? Is baybee gettin’ fussy cuz she needs her diapie changed??” The genie said, walking to her. Snapping her fingers, Maxine levitated onto the floor. The genie appeared between her open legs. She started ripping tabs. “Here’s what I’m going to do.” She said, letting the front plop down in a smushy heep. “I do feel a little bad you’re not doing so great, so here’s what I did for you. You’re meeting up with friends for dinner tomorrow night. Spending some time with adults instead of Barney will help you out of this.” She said, pulling the diaper off, a fresh one popped into her hands. She slid it underneath Maxine’s butt. Internally she groaned at the idea. It felt like so much work to get dressed, walk out the door, find the place…

“Stop making excuses.” The genie said, pulling the fresh diaper up between Maxine’s legs. She pushed down the tapes. “This is the only time I’m helping you. Beat this, and you won’t have to spend all your infinite money on diapers and baby toys.” She said, patting the front of Maxine's diaper.

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“Ridiculous, right? How come I have to come in when it was their fault!?” Kathryn argued before plunging her salad fork into spinach leaves and tomato. The group munched for a couple seconds. Kathryn looked oddly over at Maxine.

“Max you okay? You’ve said like three words so far tonight.” She said with a mouthful of salad.

“Yeah you’re usually sharper than this.” Angelina added, taking a sip of red wine. Maxine looked up hopefully. She smiled.

“I’m good! My mind is… somewhere else right now…” Maxine thought, her mind’s cursor on the full feeling of warm mushy diaper squishing between her legs. Her diaper was completely failing. None of her accidents were absorbing into it anymore, instead they were leaking out into her pants, then soaking into the seat cushion fabric.

“Ohp! Foods here!” Quinn said delightedly, the waiters placed each plate down in unison. Maxine looked down at her bowl of Mac & Cheese. Knowing she had a leaky diaper between her legs triggered a white hot thought to pop in her mind. Maxine suppressed it, but it elicited other thoughts.

“What am I even doing here? This is so boring.” Maxine thought, she wanted to see bright colors, singalong to cartoons. Touch herself in squishy diapers. The thought came back. It was too bright and distracting to suppress. All that gooey Mac & Cheese in front of her. It would be the most babyish act ever. She dug her spoon into it, scooping up as much as possible, shoving it into her mouth.

“Well tell us! Whats- EWH!” Kathryn yelled in disgust. Maxine buzzed her lips, spitting food out of her mouth directly in Kathryn’s face. She worked fast, grabbing a quick handful, shoving it back in her mouth to reload. Turning toward Quinn, who already had her guard up, Maxine machine gunned out a spray of pasta and liquid cheese.

“UGH MAXINE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Quinn yelled. Fully belly laughing, Maxine's mind slotted right into place. It felt euphoric to act this way, but even better to push it. She got up on all fours on the table. Dark wet leak stains caked her butt, and all down her legs. They had leaked out in the shape of a diaper. Smushing her hands into other’s plates, knocking glasses off with her legs. She dropped her body, and started rolling around in the food. Her friends jumped back from the table looking on in horror. Everyone else in the restaurant was staring directly at her.

“Maxine, you’re fucking crazy!” Kathryn said, scooping cheese sauce out of her eyes. Knowing everyone was watching only made it better. Maxine wanted to show off. She looked up at Kathryn.

“I’m A BAahh aahhh” She couldn’t even finish the sentence. The dreamy regression that was becoming her mind’s default took over. She giggle drooled out of her mouth, while caking herself in the table's food. “It don’ matter. I money.” She thought, as the waiters pulled her feet first out of the restaurant.

It didn’t matter. Maxine bought herself an entirely new life. She had infinite money. That meant a supply of infinite diapers, pacifiers, baby formula, food, toys. All the oversized furniture, premier baby shows, movies, and top-of the line nannies she could hire. It all funneled directly into her diaper.

Maxine wears wet diapers. They fill the lifelong piece of Maxine that had always been missing. That’s why she always smiles at them whenever she looks down, wearing her favorite shirt, and sees a yellow stain she never remembered making. It was the best wish she could have ever asked for. The money wasn’t a bad plus either.