Ashville Chapter 5 (Final) (Patreon)

Kacy, Julie, and Liz sprinted across warm grass. The first obstacle they had to overcome was the wooden fence around their backyard. It was at head height. Anticipating the jump, they each accelerated. Liz and Julie launched off the ground, using the surge of adrenaline to grab a strong hold, lift themselves over the edge, and drop onto the other side.

Kacy managed to grab the top. Her arms shaking, she started pulling herself up over. Her diaper caught the top of the fence, stopping her for a moment.

“They’re jumping the fence!” A SWAT member yelled out. Kacy looked back at the house, they were sprinting toward her. Her arms suddenly locked. Staring wide like an owl, she didn’t move.

Liz and Julie ran across the road. They could hear police sirens whirling. Their feet meeting the sidewalk, they ran across another yard.

“I know someone who lives over here, come on!” Liz yelled, guiding Julie through a back road between a row of houses. They were roughly two blocks away from Liz’s apartment. They ran into the backyard of a light blue house. Getting up to it, there were steps that lead down to a basement apartment. Liz and Julie scuttled down the steps. Liz banged on the door.

“Mandy!!” She said, banging the door. “Mandy we- oh forget it!” Liz said, knowing she never locked her door. She grabbed the handle, and opened it. They were greeted by the earthy pungent smell of marijuana.

“Mandy! Are you in here??” She yelled, walking down the steps.

“Lizz? Hey! Watcha doin’ here??” Mandy said, the two of them walking into the studio apartment. The room was dark. Slits of white light from outside came in from the tiny windows above.

“Mandy, we're hiding from the cops. Don’t go outside or make ANY loud noises.” Liz said, going up to the windows above. She drew the curtains. The glow of paused mario kart from the TV screen became the primary source of light. Next to them, she could faintly hear the sound of sirens from outside.

“Heh, what did you do? Get too drunk at the bar?” She said, snickering.

“No we- she” Liz said, pointing at Julie, “attacked a cop and-” Liz, finally getting a good look at Mandy, stopped talking, her face contorting into shock. She threw her hands up. “You’re wearing diapers too??” She said, her voice a harsh whisper.

“Hehe, yeah! You should try it, they super fun. I don’ have to get up. I can just…” Mandy said, closing her eyes for a moment, a little smile on her face. After a couple seconds, she opened them, “Ahh.. and then I’m done! I don’ have to get up. I can just keep playing.” She said.

“Mandy you’re…ugh what is happening to everyone?? Stop this! Wake up! You’re not a baby! BOTH of you don’t wear diapers!!” She said, pointing at the yellow sagging underwear around the two. “Julie, what the heck?? How are you that wet!?” She said, pointing down at it.

At this point Julie’s diaper was approaching maximum capacity. It sagged heavily, and it was difficult for Julie to walk straight let alone run. Julie blushed, gripping her hands nervously.

“It was all that, um, running! I was scared.” She tried to defend herself.

“What are you talking about?? I didn’t piss myself back there. How do you piss yourself when you’re running? And that’s not just one accident. Have you been using it this whole time??” She asked, aggressively.

“Leave her alone! It’s what diapers are for.” Mandy said in defense, she got up. She was wearing a T-shirt with their local university on it, and a diaper.

“They’re for people who can’t control themselves. You’re both over twenty! I get it this guy is trying to mess with us, but how are you both falling for it this easily??” Liz said.

“What do you mean falling for it?” Julie said, sounding hurt. She crossed her arms.

“Julie, I know Kim put you in a diaper, but you didn’t have to actually use it. You could have taken it off the moment we got into the car. Why are you even still in it??” She asked.

“I…” Julie said, it made sense. Julie looked down at the diaper. The entire outer edge was blotched a dark yellow. Julie had only been in this diaper for a couple hours. She could recall feeling some trickles. “When did all that happen…?” She thought. It was a serious kick in the groin to her adulthood. She felt her emotions shrink. The self pity was soul crushing.

“I’m serious, Julie. I think he messed you up.” Liz said, her tone turning more serious. “What did he do to you?” She asked point blank.

Julie looked up, dark sadness crippled her lungs. She couldn’t muster a voice. Still, she tried imagining it one more time. “I feel it, then…” She tried tracing the steps, but the line she drew ended directly into her diaper. She could visualize the bathroom, but the steps and where to go criss-crossed together. It was surreal, because she knew for all her life that’s where she’d gone to use the bathroom. But standing there, tears forming in her eyes, she shook her head.

A burst of snot and tears coming out. She brought hands up to her face. Mandy got up from her chair, she put an arm around Julie to comfort her.

“Hey, hey there. It’s all good. Don’t worry. Hey, I don’t use the potty either.” She said, grabbing one of Julie’s hands and placing it on her diaper. It felt warm.

“Mandy, you too. What happened?? I saw you last week. You were normal. How did you become this?” Liz asked, grabbing the bong off the table. She held it up to Mandy’s face. “You’ve never smoked in your entire life.”

“It’s not as bad as you’re making it seem, Liz. Being a high in diapers is way more funner than you think.” She said, grabbing it from her. Looking down at the half used bowl, an impulse in her mind wanted to push further. She looked down at her table. The lighter was right there. She placed a hand out to grab it.

“Mandy!” Liz said, slapping her hand. “Come on! Pull yourselves together! You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. You’re a straight A student. You don’t smoke weed and wear diapers! Julie, you’re a graduate student. You were so composed when I met you. Stop crying, and get it together you guys! We have to stop him. We’re the only ones who can fix this.” Liz said, pulling her backpack off. She unzipped it, and pulled out the camera.

“We have the evidence, all we need to do is take it.. To the….. Police…..” Liz said, trailing off, realizing in real time her original plan of simply bringing the evidence was toast. “Which.. We’re now the most wanted in the state. Great.” She said, sighing in frustration. She placed the camera on the table harder than she should have. Liz turned her back on the two. Closing her eyes, and rubbing her forehead while shaking her head.

“This is so fucked…” She whispered, no one spoke for nearly a minute. Liz stood there, contemplating their next move.

“We can’t go out there now. We’re stuck here for at least a couple days until the immediate search calms down.” Liz said, pacing around the room.

“I’ve got plenty of food for us! I just went shopping!” Mandy said excitingly, springing from Julie into the kitchen. White light turned on. When she came back, she held a huge box of animal crackers. She looked like a happy puppy who had done it’s first trick.

“Yeah…” Liz said.

***

“I’m surprised, usually you’re top of the class, Liz.” Her sixth grade math teacher said disappointed, sitting at their desk.

“I didn’t have a whole lot of time to study…” She said, thinking on the fly of an excuse. Liz attempted to focus on the discussion, her mind racing with concerns about her academic performance. However, the urgency of her bladder intensifies, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the matter at hand. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her face contorting with the effort to maintain composure.

“It’s not that hard. You should know this by now.” He says, pointing at the simple addition worksheet. Every single problem had been completed incorrectly. Numbers are combined in peculiar ways, resulting in outcomes that deviate significantly from the expected answers. The values are haphazardly added, producing nonsensical results that are far from the correct sums. Some answers are wildly inflated or strangely deflated. Liz looks down at the paper. None of it makes sense.

The pressure builds, causing discomfort and a growing sense of urgency. She attempts to control the urge, crossing her legs tightly and squeezing her muscles, hoping to buy herself a bit more time. As moments pass, Liz’s determination wanes, and the need to pee becomes overwhelming. Despite her best efforts to suppress the urge, Liz's body betrays her.

“We might have to hold you back, Liz. This is far worse than just a couple mistakes. It’s all wrong.” He says seriously. Liz tries holding on as hard as she can. A warm sensation spreads down her legs, and she realizes with dismay that she has involuntarily wet herself. Embarrassment floods over.

“I-Iuh… I” She says, stammering and unable to find the words.

“Liz, are you serious!!? What are you two years old??” The professor says, pointing at the dark patch growing between her. Liz’s sight scrambles like scribbly paint. The room grows black, as reality rushes in.

Liz felt the first moments of awakening. It coincided with giggling from across the room. The sleep in her eyes felt heavy. The sound of water bubbled in a bong.

“It would like, you’d never take it off. It’d always be good to use. Maybe you hafta take it off once in a while, but it can hold a loootta pee before ya hafta change.” Julie said, passing the bong over to Mandy.

“That’s sucha good thought. I hate changing all the time.” Mandy said, the sound of a lighter flicked.

Liz lifted herself up out of the bed. Her head felty swimmy. The room was thick with smoke. She rubbed her tired eyes. Her hair was frizzy from sleeping. Acting on instinct, she swung her legs out of the bed, feet hitting the carpet. She got out, bleary eyed, she walked to the bathroom.

Opening the bathroom door, The acrid ammonia-like odor of urine dominates. The scent combines elements of urine, feces, and the lingering remnants of soiled diapers. It permeates the room, clinging to the walls, floor, and even the bathroom fixtures. Liz didn’t think too much of it. She walked over to the toilet, lifted the lid, and sat down. Still trying to wake herself up, Liz again tried rubbing her tired eyes, but they still felt heavy and dull. Her muscles relaxed subconsciously. She felt warm morning pee soak in between her legs.

“Wait!” She suddenly thought, realizing her mistake. She tightened her muscles to stop the flow. She looked down at her pull-up. It was thoroughly soaked. She’d wet the bed again, but that wasn’t her immediate concern.

“I should pull my underwear down before I pee…” She thought, pulling the soggy pull-up to her ankles. With that done, she was able to let go into the bowl.

Sitting on the seat she grabbed the open plastic bag of pull-ups next to her. It was weightless, indicating that was the last pull-up.

“Darn it.” She thought, looking at the bag next to it. It was a clear plastic bag, half full of adult disposable diapers. Liz considered them for a moment, but felt uneasy confidence push through her. “I don’t have to wear a pull-up during the day.” She reasoned, hearing the little drops hitting the water, indicating she was done. She untangled her feet from the pull-up. Using her foot, she pushed into the overflowing pile of used diapers and pull-ups next to the little trash can.

“We’re out of pull-ups.” Liz said as she emerged from the bathroom.

“There’s diapies in there if you wan’.” Julie spoke out, eyes glued to the TV screen. Liz felt frustration easily take over.

“HEY! We said we’re not gonna watch this! Only once a day! It’s not good for us!” Liz said, stomping over the TV. She walked up to the red shifted cartoon screen. She shielded her eyes from it as she walked up, but still she could hear some of the music. Not fully remembering how to turn it off, she simply grabbed the plug from behind, and yanked it out. The screen shut off.

“HEY!” Two of them yelled out in unison.

“Tv no good for us! Come on. It’s gonna make us want to keep wearing diapers.” Liz said.

“Who made you the adult??” Mandy said, getting up to try and plug it back in again.

“I don’ have to wear diapers. You two do.” Liz said, that was an easy one. Mandy didn’t move for a second. She stood there, wearing only a used diaper. It was becoming her normal outfit.

“Yeah, so? You still wet the bed last night.” Mandy said in her defense. Red angry clouds condensed inside her mind.

“No I didn’t!” Liz lied, “I went when I woke up. I knew I was going.”

“How about we jus’ watch some more later??” Julie said, trying to play peacekeeper. She was also naked except for a used diaper. She had some oatmeal stains on her chest that had been there for the past two days now. The two stopped and considered. That felt reasonable.

“Fine.” Mandy said.

“Fine.” Liz agreed, she went back to the TV and plugged it in. Walking over to the remote, she turned it back on, flipping quickly to a random channel. It was the local news. Liz became acutely aware of the cool air between her thighs. The empty space made her feel anxious.

“We need to buy more pull-ups. I’m out of them.” Liz said to Mandy.

“Already? We jus’ go buy dem like um, four? Three? Days ago.” Mandy said.

“I know but I needs some.” Liz said, wandering into the kitchen to help alleviate her rumbling stomach. The huge costco sized box of animal crackers had been depleted. There were dwindling bags of goldfish left. All the fruit was starting to rot. “We also need some more food.” Liz said, grabbing a snack sized bag of goldfish.

“Ughhh, I don’ wanna go out and gets more stuff. That’s sooo much work.” Mandy said, scrolling through Tik Tok. She swiped past a video of someone showing off a new brand of adult diapers. Stopping for a moment to watch someone fingerpaint a house. “I could gets paints tho…” She muttered.

“What? We don’ need paint. We need pull-ups.” Liz said, walking into the living room. She sat down next to Mandy. Julie was laying on her back. Flipping a key ring toy around in her hands.

“Jus’ put on a diapie.” Julie suggested again.

“NO!” Liz said, “I don’ wear diapers like you two.” Liz said frustrated.

“Itz easier then changin’ your pull-ups all the time.” Mandy said, her tone droning from her attention preoccupied with the phone.

“I-..” Liz started, but the argument died in her throat. She looked at the screen. “Oh my god guys, look!” She said, slapping Mandy in the chest. She looked shocked at the hit. On the screen was a room of college students in a nursery. Some wearing onesies, overalls, nothing at all. Morgan was on the screen. Naked in a diaper.

“A-an we gets to-to pway! A-an… a-ann…” She said, her eyes trailing, words stopped coming out of her mouth. Her cheek muscles relaxed. Her pupils drifted to the floor. She regained concentration. “A-an it’s fwun fuwn!” She said, giggling around a bright yellow pacifier. The camera panned back to the on-site anchor.

“The college is converting many of its rooms like this to accommodate the increased demand around campus!” She said cheerfully. “Now back to you.”

“I think das the library??” Julie said, noticing the same chair design.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Liz said. “Holy cow, that’s where they ended up!” Liz said, the events from earlier resurfacing. “Julie.” Liz said, looking down at her, she seemed more attentive than usual. “How… long have we been here?” She said.

“Uhh…” Julie said, trying to remember definitive milestones to add up the time. She closed her eyes hard to try and remember. She could see putting a bong to her lips, all of them huddled around the TV glow late at night playing on the switch, the first time Liz insisted she didn’t need a pull-up even though she’d wet her pants. “When you start wetting the bed?” Julie asked. Liz looked away, feeling crummy embarrassment.

“It was… one… two?... Weeks ago?” Liz said, trying to recall. It was hazy to try and fully remember. “We need to save them.” Liz said, getting up from the couch. “Gosh, you guys. We’ve been wasting too much time here. It’s a miracle the police haven’t found us.” She said, trying to scrape off the sticky goo that was around her brain’s walls.

“What do you wanna do? Go get them??” Julie said, getting up from the floor. “That sounds dangor… dangaw… dangewous.” She said, fumbling over the large word. “We should jus’ stay here. It safe.” She argued. Liz felt the urge to keep hanging out and inhaling second hand smoke. Mandy was right. It was way more fun then she’d first thought. She looked over at the camera on the table. It hadn’t moved since the day she put it there. Food wrappers, dirty plates, and spilt cups sat around it.

“They can help us take him down.” She said, shaking her head. “Julie. We need to get out of here. We’re losing it.” She said, getting up, feeling the air between her legs again. This time instead of feeling anxious, she felt embarrassed. “We’re slipping. Gosh, look at you!” She said, walking up to her. “Put on a shirt. We need to get them, and get the hell out of this town.” She said, walking over to the bed. A pile of dirty clothes sat there. She picked up on the only pair of underwear she had. Slipping her feet into it, she hoisted it up to her waist. The thin feeling was alien.

“What are you two gonna dos? Just walk in der and get them outs?” Mandy said, “They gonna know you different if you wook wike adults.” Mandy said, reaching for the bong and lighter.

“Good point.” Liz thought, her mind’s cursor finding the pack of diapers on the floor in the bathroom. “Maybe I’m going to wear them after all.” She thought.

“Julie put on a fresh diaper and a shirt. I have an idea. It’s risky, but we can get them out, and finally fix everything going on in this town.” Liz said.

***

Julie locked her phone screen. She forcefully put it down, then looked out the car window. Lacing her fingers together and pulling tight helped. “He can’t know. He’ll do bad stuff.” Julie tried to rationalize, but every part of her brain was leaning toward the phone. The muscles in her right arm started pulling toward it. She wanted to stop herself, but mere seconds after putting it down, the phone screen unlocked again.

“Where are you two?” The text read. It was from him. Sent thirteen minutes ago. Julie didn’t know how he got the number. Thumbs shaking, she typed a single letter.

“W”

But then shut the phone again.

“No!” She thought, putting it back down, trying to ride the wave craving. Every background thought was trying to convince her.

“You should just do it…””He’s not that bad””What would my mom think?”

“I want to please him.””Icankeepwearingdiapers””I’m 25””He felt so good”

“He’ll give you more diapers.”” Stop! This isn’t me, this is him.””Iwant him insideme”

“Think aboutsomething else.”“I’m supposed to fuck my friends.””Fight this.”

“You said you’re his diaper slave.””I want to fuck him.”

Eyes darting back to it, she picked it up again.

“Yeah, here. There they all are. Right on time.” Liz said from the front seat. She pointed at the dozens of students playing on the front lawn outside the library.

Amidst the grassy field, dozens of college students played wearing casual attire, some donning vibrant mismatched outfits, others wearing only pull-ups or diapers, a few nothing at all. A couple play a classic game of tag, darting and weaving through the open space. Their faces radiating pure delight. There are occasional pauses for catching breaths, accompanied by playful banter and friendly taunts.

Another side plays duck, duck, goose, sitting in a circle and eagerly awaiting their turn. They maintain the traditional rules, tapping each other's heads and laughing at the unpredictable selection of the next "goose." Each person leaps up and chases their chosen target, running with unrestrained glee.

In the distance, they see a group engaged in a game of Simon Says. They mimic funny gestures and exaggerated movements, trying their best to follow the instructions while suppressing contagious fits of laughter. The leader of the game comes up with imaginative commands to keep everyone entertained. Nearby, a competitive game of hopscotch unfolds, with participants hopping and skipping on the colorful grid, celebrating each successful jump. All the while, a game of hide-and-seek, with strategic hiding spots and muffled giggles.

“Pull over here, if we come in from the side, they won’t notice us.” Liz said. Mandy drove the car up to the side of the library.

“Okay, you have everything you need?” Liz said, turning around to Julie in the backseat. It was refreshing to not have to look at Julie’s naked chest for the first time in weeks. She had on a simple t-shirt and jean short shorts. The waistband of the diaper was concealed by the shirt.

“Uh, I think I’m good.” Julie said, looking around for anything around the chair. The seatbelt unbuckled. She left the phone in the car.

“Great.” Liz said, opening the car door. She grabbed the backpack with a tight grip. “Like I said, if we’re not back here in twenty minutes, go to the front desk and see what you can do.” Liz said, “Julie let’s go.” Liz said, slipping out of the front seat. Her T-shirt was shorter than Julie's; the movement allowed some of her diaper’s waistband to peak out. Julie followed behind. Liz and Julie observed the field ahead.

“It doesn’t seem like there’s any adults out here watching them.” Julie said, Liz scanned the field and came to the same conclusion. Laughter filled the air. They approached the lively scene, standing at the edge of the field.

Although the pretense of why they were here lingered in the back of their minds, the sight was still endearing. The students seemed completely engrossed in the games. Free of inhibitions and wholeheartedly embracing the spirit of fun. It was surreal seeing how little they cared about appearance. In a corner, two freshman students rolled around on the ground, throwing dirt at each other. Their diapers and shirts caked in brown dust. A few feet in front of them a group were engaged in a heavily contested game of tug-of-war, tugging on the rope with all their might.

“Come on! Help us!!” A boy called out at the end, their side was losing. The flag dangling from their side of the rope was about to cross over the line. The spirited resolve of each side enamored Julie and Liz. They looked at eachother, mischievous twinkles in their eyes. “We’ll have fun for a second, then we’ll look for them.” Liz said. Julie nodded eagerly, her face lighting up with anticipation.

Their hands gripped the thick taught burlap rope. They dug their feet into the ground, and heaved to their side. The two sides shared groans and huffs. With the additional power of the two, the flag slowly started moving the other way. The other side gave an earnest attempt to pull the power back, but seconds later, their side started losing again. Slowly inching their way to victory. Their defeat was imminent.

“3, 2, 1!” The anchor from the otherside yelled out. All at once, the entire otherside let go of the rope. Sending Liz, Julie, and everyone else flying to the ground.

“Ooff!” Liz yelled out, landing hard on her butt. The sudden impact shook her insides. It reverberated in her bladder, generating immediate intense pressure. “Wearing diaper..” She thought for a split second instead of holding it, she decided to let a little out to relieve the pain. Pee trickled out of her, pooling into the diaper. It quickly absorbed and expanded into mush. Liz clenched again after only a few seconds. She didn’t think about it much or feel remorseful, instead she let herself get swept up in the sea of giggles and laughter that erupted from the group. She high-fived and helped others back up.

“That was so mush fun!” Julie squealed as she got up, releasing a full stream of pee into her diaper. She did notice a general pressure in her bowels after the impact. She felt it turtle out of her. She knew what was going on, but didn’t feel an immediate need to stop it. She put it in the back of her mind to clench down her bowels at some point.

“I can’t believe you guys did that!” Someone next to Julie and Liz yelled out, laughing. She turned to Julie and Liz. “Thank you for hewping! We should have won but they silly billies.” She said, “Whatz your names?” She asked.

“I’m Liz.” She said, delighted by her bright spirit.

“Me Julie.” She said, waving.

“I Nicole! I been here a looong time. I hasn’t seen yous around. Did yous just get here?” She asked, she turned to a boy walking past and high fived him. He was cute.

“We’re.. here to visit some friends.” Julie said, “Do you know them? They’re Morgan and Avery.” Nicole stopped paying attention halfway through. Someone tapped her shoulder from behind, she spun around.

“Hey! Go get the legos and we can play!” She said to her friend, they nodded. Turning back to the group. “Sorry, Morgan and Abby? Hmmm… I know a Morgan in the nursery. That’s where the babies go. I don’ go there. I don’ need diapies, I wear pull-ups.” She said. Liz and Julie both felt deep admiration at how cool and mature Nicole was. She knew everyone here, and didn’t need to wear diapers. Liz wanted to impress her, trying to emulate her speech.

“Oh I’s don’ wear diapies etha.” She said, that felt true when it came out, even though it wasn’t. Nicole looked down at her, eyebrows furrowed.

“Um…” She said, “Thas a diapie.” Liz looked down stunned. Her t-shirt was riding up just enough to show her diaper’s waistband. She quickly grabbed it, yanking down to try and hide it.

“I-uh-uh Thas, I don’ usually wear them, we didn’ have any mo’ pull-ups at my house.” She said, trying to plead her case.

“Why?” Nicole said. Liz could tell her opinion of them was already being made. It was crushing.

“I… wet the…” Liz said defeated, trailing off. Nicole looked far from impressed.

“Come on you guys, we’re heading back in!” One of the library workers yelled out from the door.

“You should go where da babies are.” Nicole said, turning away from them and walking back toward the door. The atmosphere of disappointment between Julie and Liz was palpable.

“Great, the cool kids think I’m in diapers.” Liz thought, feeling rocky frustration catch fire from the social failure. She subconsciously directed it toward Julie. “She’s such a baby now. Why do I even bother with her?” She thought, shuffling in line with the others. One by one everyone walked back into the library. The worker up front checked everyone’s underwear as they walked in.

“A little wet, but it can hold a lot more.” The worker said, pulling their fingers out of Liz’s diaper. Liz recoiled as she walked into the library. “When did I..? She felt confused. She replayed the last couple minutes in her mind. Remembering then she let go after they fell down. Knowing it was a collision accident made her feel a little better, but not by much. “Why am I using these?” She thought, feeling irritating embarrassment.

“Ohp, someone’s a messy girl! We better get you changed. Head over there to the changing station.” The worker said to Julie, pointing over at a row of changing tables. Liz turned around shocked.

“Julie what the hell? Did you really poop yourself? We’ve been in these diapers for like an hour?” She seethed. The lines of Juile’s forehead deepened. Her body language shifted, the posture becoming rigid and tense. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, creating a barrier of defense.

“I didn’t know I went until she said, okay! Stop being such a meanie about it. You’re wet too.” Julie said in her defense. The conversation didn’t go any further as they walked into the library. The changes were dramatic. Complete awe struck, they took it all in.

The once serene and studious atmosphere had undergone a complete transformation, morphing into an exceptionally childish library. Vibrant colors adorned every corner, replacing the muted tones of academia with a riot of playful hues.

Gone were the rows of bookshelves, replaced instead by whimsical displays and towering stacks of picture books. The shelves themselves were painted in vivid shades of pink, yellow, and blue, adorned with oversized letters and cartoon characters. Plush toys and stuffed animals peeked out from behind the books.

The ceiling was draped with colorful streamers. Paper lanterns shaped like stars and moons floated above, casting a soft, dreamy glow. The walls were covered with mural-sized illustrations, depicting enchanting landscapes, fairytale creatures, and animated characters.

Instead of the hushed whispers and diligent study, laughter and cheerful chatter filled the air. The sound of childish giggles reverberated throughout the library as they eagerly flipped through the pages of their favorite storybooks. Small tables and chairs, crafted in bright primary colors, were scattered around the room.

The librarians themselves embraced the playful theme, dressed in colorful costumes resembling characters from children's stories. They enthusiastically interacted with the regressed students, engaging them in animated conversations about their favorite books and characters. Storytime sessions took place in a designated area, where some students were gathered in anticipation.

Even the checkout counter had undergone a transformation, now resembling a whimsical candy store. Instead of traditional library cards, visitors received colorful stickers as their borrowing credentials. The librarian behind the counter wore a candy-striped apron, handing out lollipops and stickers.

“How long we been gone for?” Julie asked, slowly spinning around.

“I don’t know…” Liz said, it had felt like only a few weeks in the basement. Either it had been longer, or the changes to everyone’s psyche was accelerating. It was all different, but undoubtedly beautiful.

“Everyone is baby crazy. Julie, your diaper is going to have to wait. We need to find them now and get out of here before we get sucked into this.” Liz said, looking around. “Nicole said they were in a nursery. Do you see anything?”

“It’s… next to the changing station?” Julie said, pointing in that direction. Her initial intuition was correct. Next to the tables was a doorway, inside she could see pastel colors, soft play mats, and toys on the carpet.

“You’re right.” Liz said, the two started walking toward it. Students started coming into focus. Everyone was on the ground, either on their stomach, back, or all fours. The playstyle was more independent than outdoors. One girl, who looked borderline like a professor, had a plastic key ring shoved into her mouth. Drool showered down as she mindlessly chewed on it. It didn’t make sense. The boy next to her flipped through an interactive book. The pace he flipped, and placement of his eyes, made it clear he wasn’t reading it. Most of them were only wearing diapers, but some wore onesies. Mere feet from the door, the smell of decayed digested food, stale pee, mixed with vanilla lavender hit them.

“It smells like diaper in here.” Liz said, they stood in the threshold. Scanning the floor for them.

“Hey! It’s them!!” Julie yelled, pointing at two girls on the floor. Morgan and Avery were working on building a block tower together. The blocks themselves were a hodgepodge of different shapes, sizes, and colors, as if they had randomly grabbed them from a toy box without any thought or organization. There were tiny rectangular blocks awkwardly balancing on top of large square ones, making the tower seem top-heavy and unstable. Liz and Julie bolted toward them.

“Guys! It’s us!!” Liz said, running up to the two of them. Morgan was wearing an oversized bib caked in different colored smudges. Avery’s diaper looked surprisingly clean. Morgan on the other hand could be smelled ten feet away. They expected excited relief at the sight of them. Instead, Morgan looked up at her curiously.

“Mmm-mmm, tower go up-up!” she said, turning away and grabbing another block from off the ground. She placed it at the top. It swayed and wobbled on the verge of collapse.

“Nooo! Dos gunna fall! Stooowp!” Avery said, quickly balancing the teetering pieces. Liz and Julie eyed each other uneasily.

“Blocks don’ matter. Come on we need to go bye-bye.” Julie said, grabbing Avery’s hand. She tugged on it, expecting her to lift up. Instead, she flopped like a ragdoll.

“Mmmnnuh!” Avery whined, pulling her hand away. “Go bye-bye! No more here! Go pway!” She yelled, crawling back to the blocks pile.

“They’re complete babies. What the heck was I even expecting?” Liz said, with harsh disappointment. “This was stupid for us to come here, Julie. They’re not going to leave. Look at them.” She said. Avery had lost complete interest in the blocks. She was trying her best to get back onto her feet after Julie pulled her down. It was devolving into her becoming captivated by her moving feet. She tried grabbing at them. Morgan had picked up a block and was pressing it curiously in between her legs. Each attempt elicited a giggle. “Let’s just go.” She said, turning around. “Uhf!” She said, turning around directly into a body.

When she looked up at who it was, it felt like all the blood drained out of her body. A millisecond later, she felt a needle sliver into her thigh. Cool liquid injected into her bloodstream. She yelped from the pain.

“Liz, slow down there. Where do you think you’re going?” He said, grabbing onto her shoulders so she couldn’t move. It was him.

“JULIE, HELP!” Liz said, turning to her. But she was petrified. Completely frozen in fear.

“I wouldn’t bet on that one.” He said, Liz’s muscles felt warm. They relaxed. He guided her down onto the floor. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, Liz.” He said, dropping her off on the floor.

“Fuff you.” She said, recoiling at her surprisingly diminished lip dexterity.

“You did this to yourself you know? You had me so worried about that camera you took. You could have turned out like the rest of them. If your brain was really smart you might have even stayed out of diapers! But for what you did, what you all tried to do, I gave you a special one this time.” He said, Liz felt deeply afraid. Her head was starting to feel tired. Thoughts were getting hard to produce. “I’m excited, you’re going to be more of a diaper freak than all your little friends here.” He said. Looking down at the three of them. “Look at you all, you tried so hard to beat me, and look what happened! Did you really expect anything else?” He said, leaning down toward Liz.

“Do you want to know my name Liz?” He said, pulling closer into her ear. She could feel his moist breath in her ear.

“It’s Daddy.” He said, grabbing her diaper with one hand, and tits in the other. He squeezed hard, then stood back up.

“I need to sign out Morgan and Avery then we can all go home and play.” He said, “Don’t worry it’ll only be a minute. Just sit tight and let it kick in.” He said, winking at Liz as he walked out.

“J-Julie.” Liz said, turning to her immediately. Whatever was in her was starting to change. Instead of feeling tired, she started feeling happier. The muscles in her lips tugged to form a smile. Julie, finally regaining feeling in her body, looked at her.

“I’m so sorry, Liz. What did he do to you?” She said, kneeling down next to her.

“I don’t know bu-, I starting to feel siilllyyy.” She said, shaking her head so she could focus. “Julie, listen to me, I know. I know what he did to you that night in his house. I saw it. You have to fight it.” She said, slinging the backpack off her back. She made a couple of attempts to grab the zipper. Her fingers were too numb to pinch. Julie had to do it for her. Liz dug her hand in, and pulled out the camera. She shoved it into Julie’s chest.

“You, you the only one that make it all go bye-bye. P-please. Julie.” She said, her face was smiling, but her eyes were starting to water. “Tell, tell my Mom that I love her.” Liz said with profound gravity. Liz could feel whatever was in her seeping deeper. The outside of her brain felt electric. She remembered thrills from tug-of-war, the pacifier hanging from Nicole’s shirt, this massive library to explore.

“Tell her, her, tha- tha- I.. heh… that I…. hehe…. That I wet my bed and poopied myself yesterday on purpose Heheh.” She said, giggling at the admitting things she swore never to tell. She even hid her lips with her hand. The thoughts in her head were becoming like deflating balloons flying chaotically through the air. “A-an I wiked it. I wiked it soo mu-sh Juwie. I smewed wike poopie and I wiked it a wot.” She said, the sorrow fading in her eyes. Instead turning into happy delight to match the ditsy smile growing on her face. She pulled Julie closer. “I doin’ it wig- uh- now J-Juw… ie… I poopie wight gugh…now” She said, the pressure of each word was too much for the bottom of her lips. Each one splattered spit out of her mouth.

“Liz…” She stammered, trying to apologize. But the sound of a low toned drawn out fart stopped her.

“Guahhh…” Liz said, her eyelids fluttering in the euphoria of the release. Mushy puddles dropped into the back of her diaper. It was the same consistency as the thoughts in her head. She rolled onto her back. The exhilaration of pooping herself elicited blissful pleasure inside her. The injection was racing through her brain now. Ripping out all the neural connections except for childish impulses and sexual pleasure. Her hand worked automatically. Pressing into her crotch. Pushing deep rubs up and down as much as her diaper would go. “Gaaahhh… Naahhhh” She half moaned, half babbled.

Julie scowled in revulsive disbelief. Liz didn’t seem to care. Her moaning developed further into horse-like monotone whales. She went cross-eyed.

It was too much to watch. Julie turned away, camera in hand, she started running. Out of the nursery, people around her blurred, bolting to the door she came out of. She pushed it open. Embarrassed guilty tears grew under her eyelids.

“This is so fucked up.” She thought, running out on the grass, and around the corner. She was shocked the car was actually there, but Mandy wasn’t in the driver seat. The front seat was open. The seat had a massive wet stain on it. The keys were still in the ignition, and the engine was running.

She got into the car, and pulled the door shut. Wiping tears out of her eyes she put it in drive. Stepping on the accelerator, the tires screeched. Leaving a black rubber mark in its wake. Julie’s chest pulsed up and down as she drew heavy breaths. Buildings blurred into a streaky montage of colors. Running every redlight and stop sign, she reached full speed out of the town. The scenery around her fades into long wide open spaces of grassy fields. She’s the only car on the road.

Thirty minutes after escaping, the tears are still falling.

“I never should have attacked that cop… we never would have gotten stuck in that basement…” She thought, another wave of intense anguish and sorrow fuels the tears. “She was so smart, he turned her into a stupid… Fuck him…. FUCK these diapers!” She yelled, looking down at her pants. She wanted it off. Unbuttoning the shorts with one hand, she pulled them down. Grabbing the tapes, they ripped off. She lifted her butt up, grabbing the front and ripping it out. It didn’t even matter she was caked in poop. She wanted it off. Rolling down the window, she threw it out of the car.

A structure appeared in the distance. It was the first sign of life outside of Asheville. Julie accelerated faster. As the sign came into view, it was a roadside bar.

“I have to tell someone, I have to get help.” She thought, whipping into the parking lot. Dust and pebbles flying into the air. Parked, she grabbed the camera. Getting out, she pulled her pants up enough so they hid the poop stains on her butt. She climbed the steps, throwing the door open and stepping into the dimly lit bar. The scent of aged wood and lingering tobacco smoke lingered in the air. It was such a forceful entrance, the five burly men at the bar turned around surprised.

A small TV in the corner played the local news. Julie looked up at it. Her conscious mind triggered.

“I need to fuck over my friends. I’m his diaper slave.” She thought, this ultimate act for him avalanched through her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to hold it back.

“Think Liz. You need to tell her mom.” She thought.

The feeling cascaded down her body, landing full force onto her bladder.

A dark wet patch sprung in between her jean short legs. When she opened her eyes, she was smiling at the men. She threw the camera onto the floor as hard as she could. It shattered to pieces. At the same time, the self-guilt was soul crushing. She reflected it into babyish thoughts. Julie’s butt crashed onto the floor.

“IneedDada!” She blubbered, rocking on her butt, leaking a puddle onto the floor.

“Why does this keep happening?” One of the men mentioned to the other.