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Julie pulled the cardboard flaps open. The neat rows of wine glasses, mason jars, and pint glasses jostled inside their cardboard lattice. It looked like another 20 minutes of manual labor. Julie’s arms suddenly were too tired to start another box. She looked up and scanned her new apartment. She exhaled long and slow.

“Maybe I can put up the living room canvas? It’d be a great way to end the day.” She thought, staring at The Badlands print sitting on her coffee table. The rest of the room was nearly put together. The furniture didn’t feel ‘right’ just yet, and a small box of knick-knacks still waited in the corner to be opened. For the most part, the room looked more put together than she had realized. Feeling increasingly content with her work today, she felt her drive to keep unpacking dissolve. Her eyes flicked to the wall clock.

“10:20?... I mean that is kinda late..” Julie thought, knowing full well she could keep going if she wanted to. Her body was tired though, and she was meeting her first student tomorrow. She wanted to be sharp for it.

“Yeah… I think it’s time.” She recognized, her brain switched from caring about an unpacked apartment to dreaming of laying down for a good read.

Wooden stairs creaked underneath Julie’s feet. She tried shaking out the endless thoughts that reviewed today and planned for tomorrow. “I didn’t get all the laundry done that I wanted. Gotta make sure I throw in a load when I get home tomorrow.” She thought, getting to the top and then walking into her bathroom. While spreading toothpaste she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her blonde strands brushed curvy over her chest. She considered her solid teal t-shirt. It said “EGGS” in fading black letters. It was from one of the dairy farms she worked on as a kid. She’d been in it nearly all day. Would it be comfy enough for bed? “Eh.” She thought, feeling the energy to change into PJs fading. The tight gray athletic shorts fell just past her butt. “I can just sleep in this.” She thought, spitting into the bowl.

The bedside light gently illuminated the page. She pressed the nose guard of her frame glasses. They were an old pair she never replaced ever since getting contacts. She blinked, getting lost in a sentence. She had to stop and reread it. After another few sentences, she did it again. Slowly repeating nearly every sentence. Until the page faded away.

“.....

… I…

Need…..

…

To buy. . .

. . .

Bread.”

She wouldn’t remember that thought consciously. Her tired body slept easily.

Searing pain. She felt it jabbing into her left arm. Directly where a nurse draws blood. Except it felt way more invasive and painful. Icey fire started racing through her arm and up her shoulder. It pulled her consciousness out of a deep sleep. Her sheepish eyes opened. At first, all she could see was gray blurry light. Then the adrenaline slammed her eyes wide open.

“AHH!!! WHAT!?!?” Julie screamed, her vision sharpening. A needle was pulled out of her. She tried jerking her arm away, but someone held on with a death grip. They were dressed in black kneeling at the bedside. In the dim light, she could make out bowl-cut hair. She tried pulling herself out of the bed but their grip was stronger.

“W-Who are you!?! W-what have you done!??!” She said absolute fear channeled into her muscles. She tried yanking away with all her strength. At the same time, she tried kicking herself out of the bed. Their grip almost released, but he was just able to overpower her. He pulled the sparing woman back into the bed.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” They said in a soft male voice. His tone was calm. Julie gave earnest tugs, but they weren’t as strong as the last. Her muscles felt their strength diminishing. The icy fire had started melting into relaxing warmth. It reached her heart. It started pumping all across her bloodstream. Her spine relaxed into the bed.

“What are you doing to me??” Julie asked, still fearful. Her arm remained in place this time. The man’s grip remained stern.

“I didn’t do anything, silly. I think you might have had a nightmare.” He said Julie knew that was a lie. She could still feel some pain.

“Noo, I think you did something to me.” She said, her eyebrows furrowed. “Why did you put that into me?” Julie said, pointing at her arm.

“Are you scared?” He asked, softly placing his hand on the injection site. Julie didn’t feel his palm. He wore latex gloves. Julie didn’t feel like she needed to answer him. He was a stranger. She stared at him, her head subtly wobbling.

After saying nothing for a few seconds, Julie’s head sank, then up, nodding to answer his question.

“You know what might help? He said, tapping on her thumb with his free hand. “When’s the last time you sucked your thumb?” He asked, he sounded calm and in command. It came off smart. Like he knew things that maybe she didn’t. It still felt like a weird thing to ask. Her mind couldn’t recall immediately. It seemed like a long time ago, but she couldn’t spin up the exact moment. She threw up a shrug and then said,

“I dunno.”

“Hm.” He said some facial features started getting bright enough to make out. He had a long jawline covered in stubble. He wasn’t jacked, but he was tall and strong enough to overpower any struggles.

Julie haphazardly tried pulling away one last time. It wasn’t a question. He held on easily.

“I wanna go back to bed. You’re a stranger. I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” Julie said seriously. Sure the man wasn’t doing horrible things, and he seemed friendly, but this wasn’t okay. This isn’t how you introduce yourself. It felt really hard to move. What muscle control she did have lagged.

“After having a nightmare? You don’t want someone to comfort you?” He asked, now slowly stroking her arm. Julie’s struggles started to subside. He was trying to be nice. The gripping fear receded like an ocean wave. She heard his words a mere second ago, but they were hard to remember. Her immediate thoughts fired at a slower rate. She had to respond somehow. Feeling silly for taking so long, she shrugged again and said,

“I dunno!” She smirked, exhaling fast through her nose. The man let go of his grip.

“You don’t remember the last time you sucked your thumb?? You must do it a lot then.” He said jokingly.

“Oohh yeah he’s right. That’s what we were talking about. My thumbsucking.” Julie remembered, orienting her thought process fully on that line of reasoning. When was the last time she sucked her thumb? It felt like a long time ago. “I don’t think I’ve done that… since I was a kid…? That feels right.” Julie pondered.

“Umm, I don’t think I’ve sucked my thumb since I was… umm…” She said, then tried thinking of an exact number, but it didn’t come immediately to mind. Her pupils looked up, but her eyes were in her head. She thought of a pink number 7. It was slightly difficult to hold the visual. She thought about numbers all the time. This felt weird. She tried thinking of something much higher, like the number 20.

That made her wince. The red lines faded quickly.

“Twenty?” Julie blurted out, just trying to sound smart. “Wait, no.” She realized, looking down for a moment, brushing her forehead. “I was younger than-” She said, stopping immediately to listen when he said,

“Oh, so you’ve sucked your thumb for a long time! Why are you pretending any differently?” He asked pointedly. Julie looked confused.

“I..” She said everything was moving too fast to remember all the words. She tried to gather herself, “I don’t suck my thumb all the time…?” Julie thought.

“Try it.” He said, “It’ll help you calm down from that nightmare.”

Julie felt the same fear from before flare. Was the nightmare the reason for all of this?? Instinctually the four fingers in her right hand curled, and the thumb stuck out. Her mouth opened less than a quarter of an inch. She brought the nail to her bottom lip. Staring at the man she said,

“I don’t suck my thumb all the time.” Trying to sound assertive, but coming off dumb. Her fingerprint scraped teeth. “Im nat a sthumb sthucker.” She said, the man laughed. It made her giggle too. Her thumb slotted into the roof of her mouth.

“Oh yeah? You’re not a thumbsucker? That’s why you’re doing it right now?” He said making fun of her. Julie squealed, giggling as she slapped him playfully. She started rocking back and forth. Her cheeks squeezed and inflated with each suck. Julie didn’t have a response. She just felt happy he was happy too.

“Do you want to have some fun?” He asked, standing up from the bedside. Julie’s thoughts lit up. With a little gasp, she shook her head.

“Wyeah! I mwanna have thsome fwun!” Julie exclaimed through her thumb. The last whisper of fear stopped talking to Julie. She felt the full weight of whatever was in her. It was 1:30 in the morning, but the circus in her brain wanted to play. Bolting excitement made static electricity in her legs. Instead of just swaying side to side her blonde hair started bouncing up and down. The man pulled something out from his jacket. It lit up, grabbing hold of every thought process.

Bright colorful lights shimmered in a toy turtle’s shell. Julie’s eyes fixed on them immediately. The entire world melted around her. “Vwooahhh…” She uttered, the muscles in her hands relaxed. She bit down to keep hold of her thumb. The lights were fun to think about. When they went out, Julie smacked the top of it. The motion triggered them to turn on again.

“He-ehe…. Heheh….” She giggled, shifting in the bed. Noises happened around her, but they didn’t sound fun enough to pull away her attention. She started animating the toy. Making it waddle side to side. “Fwwsshhh!” She said, mimicking the sound of the turtle gliding through the water. She could see the ocean floor on her bed. The warm water around her. She’d never experienced a trip like this.

Vague discomfort irritated Julie. She kept making the turtle swim, but the ocean water disappeared. She squirmed by swinging her hips from side to side.

“Mfm.” Julie whined, something inside of her clamped down. She recognized the feeling in her bladder. It subconsciously held back the accident. “I gotta pee pee.” She thought, looking down at her shorts. She poked at the center. “I can’t potty in these…” She recognized, understanding it’d make a mess in her bed too. White light ignited, grabbing her attention.

In front of her bed, two studio lights turned on. They brightly illuminated a yellow fleece blanket on the floor. The man picked up a black duffle bag, unzipped it, then dumped the contents out. Dozens of baby toys spilled out. Blocks, cute colorful plushies, even classics like a speak and spell.

“Toythss!!” Julie squealed, her brain wanted all of it. She instantly stopped caring about the Turtle. It didn’t exist in this universe anymore. Impulsive excitement made Julie stop paying attention to herself.

She tried rolling herself off the bed, managing to get her feet on the ground. She pushed into the bed, to hold herself up. She sucked down hard on her thumb as she waited for the world to stop spinning. Using the bedside table as support. She stood up.

“Nweh!” Julie whined, nearly tripping onto her feet. Her legs barely supported her weight. Something was wrong. Her pants felt different. They were warm, and clinging to her legs. She looked down.

“Oooo nwoo…” Julie said, cupping her crotch. It wasn’t much, but a noticeable round wet patch formed in her short shorts. She looked up pouting. Panic made her act instinctually.

“D-daddy!??” She called out desperately for help. She didn’t know what to do. It had been decades since having an accident. Her mind just acted on autopilot.

*Click* A camera flashed at Julie.

“What baby girl?” He said, walking away from the tripod. Her attempts to keep clamping down barely worked. If she lost concentration for even a moment another shot of pee would burst into her shorts. It felt super embarrassing to have an accident like this in front of an adult.

“Emmm Iwm hawving an acsthadent...” She said meekly, whining at the end. She couldn’t stop feeling embarrassed. It felt so wrong to pee herself. It wasn’t sanitary. How could she be doing something so absurdly gross in front of this man? She shrunk to standing on the balls of her feet. Only holding herself up by hanging onto the side table with one hand. The other one kept the pruning thumb in her mouth.

“Baby, this is what happens when you play dress up with Mommy’s clothes! You go pee-pee in them!” He said, then knelt and brought his left hand to her head; guiding it toward the floor. He scooped the other hand underneath her butt. He squeezed down hard, then lifted Julie into his arms. His index finger felt around the wet fabric. He rubbed gently into her. A dreamy pleasure dulled Julie’s panic.

Pee leaked out of her. It started with a burst, then slowed to a trickle. Gradually, the stream picked up in intensity. She dropped a warm mug of pee into her shorts before she subconsciously stop it. It was a completely unprotected accident. It pooled in the man’s hand. Spilling easily through his fingers and onto the floor.

“Oohh someone can’t stop going pee pee huh? How the heck did you get out of your diapers!? You silly-billy!” He said in a mocking baby-voice. He placed her down on the blanket. Julie felt uncontrollable giggles ripple through her lips. The lights were a little harsh at first, but she quickly adjusted once she focused on Daddy’s face. She watched him lean over and pull a white square out of a bag. A colorful strip ran around the top of it. Julie couldn’t tell what it was at first. Once he unfolded it, the shape of an adult diaper clicked.

“He gonna put me in a diaper?” Julie thought, “I don’ need….” She tried arguing, but it came out as a whisper. Because as she said it, Julie registered she just peed in this man’s hand. Her pants felt drenched. To her delight, he pulled her pants off.

“Look at you, you’re pottying all over the place! Did you honestly think you were ready for big girl underwear?” he asked, unfolding the diaper. Julie couldn’t think of a verbal response. He was right. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she crossed her arms over her eyes so he couldn’t see her.

She didn’t feel like an adult. She felt the mental state from the turtle take hold. “I got disstracteeddd.” Julie thought, realizing it was an honest accident. She felt compelled to take some power back. She couldn’t seem like a total idiot baby in front of him.

“Iwm… Iwm biggg. I-I thsorry four having acsthadent, D-” She said, stuttering at the end. She didn’t fully recognize his face.

“No, go ahead Baby. Say it.” He said, pulling the diaper underneath her butt. How could he be her Daddy? He didn’t look like her Father. He gave off the exact aura of him though. A different version of him. Where to Julie’s core she wanted him to control everything.

He brought puffy padding up between her bare legs. It was a foreign feeling. Cool baby powder made a perfumey cloud. Distant parts of her brain remembered this smell from her childhood. She saw daycare. It wasn’t a physical picture. It was feeling utterly feeble and stupid.

“D-daaddyyy…” She said, feeling herself giving up. She couldn’t move. And didn’t want to. This man changed her diapers, which meant he was Daddy. Her subconscious mind couldn’t hold it. She started pushing the last of her accident into the diaper before he even finished the tapes.

“Yes baby girl, I’m your Daddy.” He said, then patted the front of Julie’s diaper. “And you’re my baby! Look at how much pee pee you put in there!” He said, his hand pressed into the front.

“Enhh…” Julie muttered, her eyes fluttering. She felt her mind drift into a powerful wave of pleasure. He kept rubbing. It fragmented her mind. She couldn’t tell if the room was getting more colorful or if she was just floating in her thoughts. He leaned into her ear.

“You’re my baby. Say it.” He said, rubbing.

“Ddddaa…ddddaaadaaaa….” She uttered, her thumb still socked into her lips. She farted loudly. It came as a complete surprise.

“Say it.” He said again, his hand snaking into his pants.

“B-bbaby daaadaaaa” She gurgled, it was the only coherent words she could muster. Intelligent words were impossible to imagine let alone speak. She felt another funny feeling inside of her.

“Pee pee?” She thought for a moment. Although the feeling was in generally the same area of her body, it wasn’t pee. Her intestines felt the full brunt of the drug. Poop snaked to the end of her bowels. With Julie still laying on the floor, it was difficult for any of it to come out. The man stopped rubbing, turning instead to a toy on the ground.

“I know that face. Here, play with this, Baby. It will help you!” He said, holding it up. It’s the toy that pops colorful beads inside a clear plastic sphere as you push it around. Julie felt the man pull her arms up. She didn’t quite have the leg strength to stand on her own. She leaned her full body weight into his chest. She looked up at him and grinned a wet smile.

He pressed his lips into hers. Everything in Julie’s brain stopped. Her lips moved on instinct. She sloppy kissed him back. Her hands grabbed his arms. She felt love. A wet fart rumbled out of her. It sounded like some splattered into her diaper. He popped his lips free, then placed Julie’s hands on the handle of the toy.

“Run around with it! Trust me, you’ll feel so much better.” He said, pating the back of Julie's diaper. It was hot from her accident moments ago.

“Otay!” She exclaimed, feeling the brightest mix of emotion she’d felt in a long time. It felt like the open road in front of her. Moving in a diaper felt strange. It felt like a ball of warm mush in between her legs. She clumsily started pushing the toy. The granular sound of the beads jostling around triggered the same bouncy exhilaration in her head. It felt dangerously good. Julie didn’t want it to stop. Not just because it was fun, but because it felt so good in her diaper when she acted like this.

“Ghehe! Hehehe!” Julie blabbered, any subconscious attempts to remain as an adult stopped. Instead, they fed into it. Every second was the most fun she’d ever had in her entire life. Her diaper felt heavier. There was stuff growing in between her legs. She could feel it caking in between her legs. It didn’t matter at all. That’s why she had her diaper on in the first place. Heavy dinner mess plopped into her pants completely by accident.

“Gabah vrooom!!! Is he! Ehe!” Julie’s inner monologue gushed. There was a consequence to letting go this far. A sliver of babyish desire implanted into her brain. It was going to linger. Right now it just wanted to be as silly as possible. Julie whipped her face back and forth, launching drool across the room. Dizzy and uncoordinated, she fell onto the floor.

She didn’t feel like crying, because she felt Daddy immediately. He flipped Julie over onto her stomach. She wasn’t fully aware of what was happening, but she didn’t care at all. Daddy would take care of everything. She could see the ocean floating around the room again. She thought about her sea turtle light. Her eyes watched it swim around. The back of her diaper got pushed to the side. Nothing happened for a couple of seconds, then suddenly Julie filled inside. Bright cartoon lights strobed in her brain.

“Hgnneh…. Hghn… Hhg.” Intrusive baby thoughts worked like a spear shoving in and out of her brain. Each time she felt him pump, it felt like a piece of her consciousness scraped away. She couldn’t stop it in her head. It just felt too good. She bellyflopped into the temptation to just let her brain scramble.

“Dudn daddy… .Dudn me da daaaa” Julie babbled, she couldn’t stop it. She felt her mind set up for it. It rolled to a start. It was complete unrestricted euphoria. Words didn’t move through Julie’s brain. She just mindlessly moaned and snorted snot on her face until she blacked out.

***

The beam of sun was finally too much. Julie saw the bright inside of her eyelids. She opened them slowly, wincing from the light. “Mm…” She groaned, shifting through her blankets. Something was wrong. Her whole lower half felt wet. It yanked her brain out of the stupor.

“What the??” Julie thought, sitting upright quickly. The damp feeling between her thighs confirmed it before the blankets even flung off. The wet patch was a little smaller than she was expecting. It thankfully only reached her kneecaps.“What the hell? How did I wet the bed??” She thought, trying to retrace her steps.

“I stopped unpacking, brushed my teeth then… I just went to bed, right?” She thought, seeing a murky memory after that, but it wasn’t anything concrete. Almost like a hazy recollection of a dream. That’s it. She had no recollection of feeling the urge to pee. It didn’t make any sense to Julie. She hadn’t wet the bed ever in her adult life. It was hard to believe the dark wet circle was even real.

“It’s okay, I’ll just throw these in the washer. It’s only… crrapp!” Julie saw 10:00 AM on her phone screen. “How’d I sleep that much!?” She thought, springing out of bed. She shimmied the wet shorts off her thighs. Her hands worked automatically to pick out an outfit.

“I always wake up at 7, what happened to me? How did I oversleep this bad?” Julie wondered. It felt shamefully childish. She had to meet her first student in 15 minutes. Irresponsibility wasn’t something that usually crossed her mind. But running late from a wet bed certainly did.

She put together the quickest 'professionally casual’ outfit possible. A tight gray sweatshirt and jean shorts. She slipped a pair of yellow full-frame sunglasses onto the top of her head.

10 minutes to go she was nearly finished. Contacts in, and she was quickly brushing her teeth while throwing some breakfast fruit into her backpack. She weighed the pros and cons of driving to work. After finding a spot and walking into the building she’d probably be just a little too late. Biking was the way to go. She spit into the kitchen sink, washed the brush, and left it there.

Julie pulled her bike through the doorway. It was warmer than she expected. She pushed off the pavement and quickly started pedaling in the highest gear.

“Maybe I dreamed about peeing in one of my dreams?” Julie thought this bothered her. It was so unlike herself. Her sleep schedule ran the same even through the weekend. She saw that hazy memory in the middle of the night again. She focused all her attention on it.

“I felt… warm? It was bright... um…” She had a growing feeling this vague memory was the cause of her problem. But how could a dream make her oversleep for nearly three hours? When she wasn’t even that exhausted in the first place. “I can’t remember, maybe I dreamed of peeing in a toilet? That happens to people…?”

The train of thought dissolved as she rolled into campus. Her armpits were starting to get sweaty. In her haste, she forgot to put on deodorant. She weaved through the crowds to the library. The rack was nearly full, but she found a spot to lock into at the far edge.

“1 minute late.” She thought, walking into the open foyer. Walking immediately to the stairs, she made her way to the second floor. Through the hallway, she walked into the meeting room. It was just a wooden circle table with a few chairs around it.

“Hi, I’m so sorry. I overslept completely by accident.” Julie said, dropping her backpack into an empty seat. The girl sitting across the table didn’t seem to care.

“Yeah no problem.” She nodded. A little stack of paper lay in front of her. Julie took the seat right next to her.

“I’m Julie.” She said, extending a hand.

“Hi, Avery.” She said, softly shaking it. Avery wore a jean jacket and black pants. Curly brown hair reached past her shoulders. Julie picked up on her reserved demeanor.

“So you’re working on your thesis? What section are we looking at again?” Julie asked, her mind letting go of the morning and focusing on work.

“Um yeah, this is just my introduction. My advisor thought I should have someone like you review it.” She said, pushing the paper toward Julie. She grabbed it.

“Oh, awesome! What are you doing?” She asked, her mind beginning to read the words.

“I’m looking at how birds influence mass feeding sites. Like where birds and other animals all meet up to eat basically.” Julie heard Avery’s description but was too engrossed in reading.

She felt pee ride up against the edge of her bladder.

“...It’s okay I have my diaper on…” She thought lazily. Her legs spread further apart. She started peeing directly into her pants. Dark pee stains grew in her lap. It pooled in her seat.

“Um…” Avery said, trying to bring attention to it.

“Hm?” Julie said, looking away from the paper. She wasn’t expecting Avery’s scared expression. “What’s wrong??” She asked, Avery, pointed at the seat. Confused, Julie looked down. Julie gasped immediately.

“Okay, what THE FUCK!?” Julie screamed. She clamped down, but the damage was already done. She stood straight up, the chair fell over. Impulsively Julie tried covering it up with her hands, but that did nothing. It wasn’t just the front, her butt was completely soaked. “I am SO sorry, I do not know why this keeps happening to me. I…I will be right back.” Julie said frantically.

“Wait.” Avery said, her scared expression melting into an eerie curiosity. “This has happened to you before?” She asked, leaning in. Julie didn’t understand.

“Um, not really. It’s not something I do usually I… I wet um…” Julie wanted to say but felt embarrassment eat the words in her throat. Her face was getting hot. She could feel the tear ducts in her eyes tingle.

“Did you wet your bed last night?” She asked.

“What?” Julie said, looking confused. “Uh… yeah…. I did last night? How did you know that?” Julie asked baffled. Nothing in the past 12 hours made sense.

“Fuck.” Avery said, she slowly shook her head. Looking away for a moment she pondered. “We all need to meet. Today. We have to go to the cops.” She muttered.

“I’m sorry?” Julie asked, Avery looked back up at her.

“Something is happening. A couple of my friends have started complaining about the same thing. And..." She said, now her turn to look away bashfully.

"I've had problems too..." She said anger flushed out the embarrassment.

"Are you free this afternoon?” She said but quickly continued, “No. We need to meet right now. Can you do that?” She asked, Julie, didn’t say anything at first. She just motioned down at her wet pants.

“Oh, yeah. After um…” Avery said awkwardly.

“... I change….” Julie thought, unsure if it should be another pair of pants or something more protective.

Chapter 2

Everyone sat around a large wooden table in a spare study room.

“Do you want to go first?” Avery said then pointed at Julie.

“Yeah sure.” Julie said, turning toward the group. “Hi, I’m Julie. I just moved here about four days ago. I just did my bachelors at Penn State and I moved here for Grad school.” It almost sounded rehearsed. All heads turned to the curvy brunette sitting next to Julie at the table.

“Hi, Briana. I’m Morgan’s friend.” She said, motioning to the blonde moon-faced girl next to her.

“Yeah, hi! I’m Morgan.” She said in a chipper tone. They looked at the last one to be introduced.

“Hi, I’m Liz. Avery is the TA for my class.” She said, motioning toward her. An awkward middle-school silence fell.

“Um, Morgan, it all started between you and Briana right?” Avery asked, pointing to them across the table.

“Yeah so Briana and I were just talking in my car last month, and I was half joking half serious about the fact that I had wet the bed that night.” Morgan started, Briana nodded and picked it up.

“Yes, and I thought that was weird because I had also wet the bed a couple of times in the past month but I hadn’t told anyone about it yet. So I said, “Hey! I started wetting the bed too!’ and I also mentioned how I’ve been having these super weird baby dreams ” Briana said deliberately. Morgan piped up again.

“Yeah, so I was like, ‘I’m also having weird babyish dreams!’ Like I started dreaming about crawling around in a nursery, I was wearing diapers and like.. Using the diapers. I was getting changed by someone too. And I would.. Get off in them. It was so weird.” Morgan said, ending her dramatic hand motions describing the scene.

“I had these needle scars in my arms that hurt. It felt like I had given blood. I thought it might have been a rash or something. But I told Morgan all of this, and she had the same scars! Then we were like, ‘Fuck is this related somehow?’” Briana said, this time Avery continued.

“Morgan and I are both graduate students in Physics. I wet the bed about two weeks ago for the first time in my life. I thought it was a fluke thing. I was a little embarrassed by it but I thought it was actually more funny than strange. I mentioned it to Morgan that day as a joke.” She said, shrugging for emphasis and then motioning toward Morgan

“And I look her straight in the eyes and go, ‘We need to talk right now. You’re the second person to tell me this. Let me see your arm.’ And sure enough…” Morgan stopped because Avery had pulled her sleeve down to show the syringe scar, Morgan pointed at it and said, “Yupp.” Julie shook her head in disbelief.

“Oh my god.” Julie said she pulled her sweatshirt sleeve up to show her scar. Her’s looked fresh compared to Avery’s.

“Mmhmm.” Avery said, “He’s out there. We need to tell the cops immediately. He just got another one in Julie. She just moved here, it makes perfect sense. She doesn’t know anyone. Who is she going to tell all this to? He must have surveillance around the neighborhood or something.” Avery theorized. Julie pointed at Liz and said,

“Wait, how did you get involved in this?” She asked, wanting to soak up as much information here as possible.

“Um well, Avery is my TA for this lab I’m in. She was helping me out with a question when I felt this really strong urge to pee. I had this brain lapse for a second where, I thought I was wearing a diaper, or that I was supposed to use a diaper? It was really weird but I started peeing myself. I didn’t realize it was happening until it was too late.” Liz said, her face blushing. Each word sounded quiet. Avery placed her palm on top of Liz’s hand.

“I told her don’t worry about it. And I asked her if she had started wetting the bed…” Avery said.

“.. Which I had.” Liz added.

“That was six days ago now?” Avery asked, Liz, nodded. “Yeah, so I guess that leads us to you, Julie.” Avery said.

“That’s crazy, I did the same thing in front of Avery today.” Julie said to Liz.

“Really?” Liz leaned in closer, “You had an accident too?”

“Yeah.” Julie said, a little embarrassed to admit it.

“You and I are the only ones to wet themselves during the day.” Liz said, she looked at Avery.

“Hm..” Avery hummed, “I wonder if there’s a reason for that. We three haven’t wet ourselves during the day yet.” She said, rolling her finger around and pointing at Morgan and Briana.

“Let me get this straight.” Julie spoke up, “Morgan and Briana a month ago you two started figuring this out because you told each other you started wetting the bed?” Julie asked.

“Yupp!” Morgan certified.

“You didn’t think too much of it until Avery, you’re in the same department together, mentioned she started wetting the bed. Then, Liz, you had an accident in front of Avery during class?” Julie asked, it felt awkward to bring it up. Everyone nodded. “And then there’s me. I peed myself in front of you today, Avery.” Julie said, feeling the weight of this situation slowly dawn on her.

“Fuck there’s a madman on the loose in this town.” Julie realized.

“Mhm” “Yupp.” “Yeah.” “I think so” All four responded.

The entire group took a moment to collect the story in their heads.

“I agree I think we should go to the police immediately.” Julie said to Avery. “Does everyone agree on that?” She asked the group, no one objected.

“Well, we know that he hit your house last night, right Julie?” Morgan asked.

“Yes.” She responded.

“Should you maybe go back and see if he left anything? We’ve all tried looking for evidence around our houses. We could go to the police while you and, maybe Liz? Go back to your house and look?” Morgan offered.

“I’m… okay with that.” Julie said, looking at Liz. She shrugged and then nodded.

“Yeah I don’t have any other classes today.” Liz said.

“Okay so Briana, Morgan and I we’re going to head to the police? I think that makes the most sense. You two will head back and look for any clues at your house?” Avery said, looking at Julie and Liz. They nodded.

“Alright, let’s get each other’s phone numbers so we can all communicate. We should text each other when we get anywhere.” Avery said, pulling out her phone. Liz and Julie told her their phone numbers. A few moments later each phone rang with the familiar soft “Diingggg” of a text message. “Great, I just made a group chat.” One by one they started getting up from their chairs. Liz walked up to Julie.

“Hey, did you drive here?” Liz asked, Julie shook her head.

“No, I biked today.” Julie said, unfortunately.

“Oh well I drove, I can bring us to your place if you’re fine with that.” Liz said.

“Yeah that sounds great! Just drop me off back here after we’re done.” Julie said, the other three had grouped. They would all pile into Morgan’s car.

“Stay safe everyone.” Avery said to the group.

“Herd mentality right?” Briana joked, eliciting a cold chuckle from the group.

***

Rows of houses on either side of the car whizzed by as they drove.

“What are you studying here?” Julie asked Liz to break the car ride silence. Liz brightened up with a smile.

“I’m doing my degree in biology right now. I’m looking at birds and specifically how they influence mass feeding sites.” Liz said, underlying passion ringing through.

“Woah, that's interesting! So birds making big piles of food?” Julie asked to clarify.

“Haha, no, that's not what a mass feeding site is. They’re feeding sources where more than one species feed from. So different types of birds or small mammals” Liz spoke softly.

“That’s so cool! I’ve never met someone who does that. This is your masters thesis?” Julie asked.

“No, my bachelor's. I’m about to go into my last undergrad semester.” Liz said, slowing the car as she made a turn. They were only a few minutes away.

“Oh yeah, Avery is your TA.” Julie said, visualizing the scenario in her mind. She knew it’d be awkward, but it had been nagging at her ever since Liz said it. “So… you and I are the only ones to wet themselves during the day?” She gritted out.

“Yeah…” Liz said, they both listened to the sound of the tires rolling on the pavement.

“When did you start wetting the bed?” Julie asked.

“I woke up wet about a week ago. And that was the same morning I wet myself in front of Avery.” Liz said.

“And you said you thought you had a diaper on?” Julie asked, there was a method to her line of questions.

“Yeah it was really strange. I felt the urge to go and you know usually I just make a note of it. But this time my brain… did something different. It felt like I had a diaper on for a split second and it just felt… right? I don’t know. It felt normal. Like it was okay to wet myself because I had a diaper on. I sound crazy, I know.” Liz said. It felt a little easier to talk about it. She could tell Julie took her completely seriously, especially as her face lit up.

“No that’s exactly how I felt! I started reading part of Avery’s thesis and the same thing happened to me. I felt this quick urge to pee and I thought I had a diaper on too. It felt familiar. I remember thinking because I used a diaper recently it was okay to use it again. Interestingly, we’re the only ones who’ve done this so far. We are also the most recent ones to wet the bed. Maybe that’s a clue?” Julie suggested, Liz considered it for a moment.

“Maaybe…he’s doing something different with us than the others?” Liz wondered, it was difficult to piece it together with such little evidence.

“The more I keep thinking about it though, the less I remember about that night. It felt like a dream, but now I know it was him…” Julie said, her tone started growing darker at the end. “I keep wondering if he did anything to me.” She said Liz looked grim.

“I’m trying not to think about that.” Liz responded. The conversation fizzled out as they pulled into the driveway.

“Why are my lights on?” Julie noticed, she felt her fight or flight kick in. “You don’t think he’s… here!?” Julie asked, trying to peer into every angle possible from the car. Liz kept cool.

“Would he try something in the middle of the day?” Liz said that made sense to Julie.

“Hm, probably not.” She muttered, still she didn’t remember leaving anything on before heading to school. She opened the car door and exited slowly, staring down her apartment window. Liz followed behind her. As Julie got to the door, she peaked between the curtains. Her expression shifted from extreme caution to confusion.

“What the hell!?” Julie said, moving from the window directly to her door. To Liz’s surprise, she opened it quickly and walked in. “Kim, what are you doing in my house!?” She said nearly yelling.

“Oh hey! You’re back!” Kim said from behind the kitchen counter. She was an older-looking woman with puffy brown curly hair. She just finished putting away the last of Julie’s glassware. “I was thinking you’d come home for a snack, and look, you brought a friend!” She said cheerfully. Julie and Liz looked at each other.

“Who is this?” Liz asked.

“My neighbor.” She muttered, then turned her attention back to Kim. “I’m sorry, Kim. I don’t understand why you’re here but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Julie said pointedly. Kim waved her off.

“Ohp of course! I don’t want to be a burden. I came over to see how you were settling in and noticed your door was unlocked. I let myself in. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize what I was doing until I was already doing it! I saw the last of your boxes still unpacked and I just couldn’t help myself. I found your bread and fixings, I don’t know what came over me. I made you lunch just in case you came back. Thankfully I made extra!” Kim said, pointing at the plates settled on the coffee table in the living room.

Liz and Julie looked over at them. Two plates and two peanut butter and jellies with the crusts cut off. The TV was on. The local news was playing. Kim walked from around the kitchen up to the two girls.

“I am very sorry though, its just the empty nester in me! Here you two eat, I’ll get out of here. So sorry!” She said, just as she was about to leave she caught a glimpse of the TV. “Here, you two sit down, get some lunch, and I’m out of your hair.” She walked up and grabbed the TV remote sitting on the coffee table. “I’ll put something on more appropriate for you guys.” She said, tuning it to one of the lowest channel numbers. It was Sesame Street.

“You don’t need to do this, please just leave.” Julie said, showing Kim the door. She put the remote down.

“Sorry again! I’ll see you two soon!” She said, finally walking away from them to the door. She stopped halfway through the threshold. “Oh, and by the way, I put your mail on the kitchen counter too. Bye!” Kim said, before slipping out the front door. It closed behind her.

“What the heck was that? Does she always come around and do that?” Liz asked, Julie watched through the window as Kim walked out of her driveway and down the sidewalk.

“I have no clue. She introduced herself the day I moved in but she never did anything like that. Did she honestly come into my house and make us lunch?” Julie said, finding her attention pulled back to the living room.

The two girls stared at the television. Elmo and his goldfish, Dorothy, were in a park. The fishbowl sat on a picnic table. They were just far away enough that they couldn’t make out the words. Julie walked up to the TV remote.

“I don’t get how she got a channel on. I’m not paying for that?” She said, grabbing the remote. Instead of her thumb clicking the next channel button, it pressed the volume up two notches.

“Hey! One of my friends said the same thing the other day!” Liz exclaimed, Julie turned to her surprised.

“Woah? I only pay for streaming services. This happened to her too??” Julie asked.

“Yeah! She was telling me how the other day she accidentally switched the input on her TV and she had channels, even though she never paid for anything.” Liz explained.

“Huh..” Julie said, looking back to the TV. She hadn’t seen Sesame Street since she was a kid. It elicited a novel sense of nostalgia. Julie walked around the couch to grab the plates. Instead, she plopped herself down on the couch. Liz looked at her options. She contemplated sitting next to Julie. The second plate was set there. That felt awkward. She opted for the chair next to the couch.

The two of them didn’t say anything for a few minutes. They watched Elmo and Dorothy play out their scene.

“Elmo has a surprise for you, Dorothy! We’re meeting Big Bird in the park!” Elmo said in his fluety voice. “Are you excited!?” He said, looking at the fish and waiting for a response. Nothing came out.

Julie chuckled through her nose. Liz smiled at the joke too. It was easy to get engrossed in it. The edges of the TV felt less important. The hue of the screen seemed different. Almost like a faint red was overlaid on the image.

“Can you pass me one?” Liz said, it yanked Julie’s train of thought away from the TV. A part of her felt a little annoyed.

“Hm?” She said, before looking down at the table. “Oh, yeah, sure.” She said, sliding one of the plates to the edge nearest Liz. She bent down, snatched the sandwich, and took a bite. It looked like she enjoyed it. Julie wanted the same feeling. She looked down at her plate, then grabbed the sandwich.

The jelly tasted sweet and delicious. It was the perfect harmony of sensory eating and watching Elmo, Big Bird, and a Goldfish start singing. Her jaws chewed happily up and down. Each bite seemed better than the last. Greedily she took a large bite in the middle. Julie didn’t register the sloppy jelly spilling out of the end. A sticky glob of it splashed onto the front of her sweatshirt.

Julie felt a stretchy message come from inside her bladder.

“I gotta use the bathroom..” She recognized, feeling pee edge up to her control. “I can hold it.” She remembered, knowing that she was thankfully big enough to watch TV and not have to get up and use the bathroom all at the same time.

“When we’re with our friends, we always plaayyy again! In the park, at school, even if we Drool!” The trio sang, laughing at the end.

“Deheh.” Julie giggled involuntarily. Her legs squirmed as a squirt of pee leaked into her pants. It wasn’t much, but enough for her to notice it. Without looking away, she started feeling around her crotch. It was wet. Enough to form a small runny stain between her legs. “I don’t want to get uppp.” Julie knew that peeing herself on the couch isn't acceptable. If she was already leaking then that meant she should probably get up. She was caught between being lazy and doing the right thing.

Another warm splash of pee sank into her pants. This time she felt it dribble into her hand, which was still there for some reason. The flow became consistent. Instead of feeling weird about it, Julie thought it was funny. With happy blushy cheeks, she bit the tip of her finger. It was starting to feel naughty. She could have made it to the bathroom if she wanted to. Her physical control stopped being the issue.

Julie looked over at Liz to see if she was having accidents too. She was blushy and laughing at the show. Liz held a hand over her lips to try and hide it. She was a little wet. Not as much as Julie, but a dark dab in the center.

“This is fun, but I really should get up.” Liz thought as the warm trickle pulled her away from the screen. She looked down at her pants. “Yepp, I peed a little bit.” She realized, pawing down at her pants. She clamped down just as another jet started. It spilled down her soaked panties and into her butt. “Mmm.” She hummed in discomfort. She jumped up from the chair so she wouldn’t make a wet stain. She looked at Julie, she was sucking on her finger in soaked jean shorts. She had peed all over her fabric couch.

Liz nasally chuckled, it was funny she peed herself that much and either didn’t notice or care. Liz pointed down at Julie.

“Y-you peed yourself.” Liz said jovially. Julie looked up with bright high eyes.

“Hm-” She said, looking up at first, but instantly snapping down. She realized how wet her lower body suddenly felt. Her butt was soaking in a puddle. It was a dreamy warmth for a second, but the dark couch stains yanked icy reality back into view.

“Oh shit!” Julie yelled, launching herself off the couch. She crossed her legs, flashing both hands over the front of her pants to cover it. “Oh no no, I- didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry. I didn’t know… Ughh…” Julie just ran with what came out of her head.

“No, no it’s okay. Here you go clean yourself up. I’ll grab some towels.” Liz said, walking away from her. She pointed and said, “Is there a bathroom on this floor?”

“Yeah um, go around the stairs.” She said, not fully able to look her in the eyes. Liz gave a quick nod then started walking in that direction. Julie watched until she heard the bathroom door open. She started for the stairs to reach her bedroom.

“How did that happen? This is scary. I’ve never had problems like this before.” It was a strange thought for Julie to grapple with. It was staring her right in the face. Her bladder ‘problems.’ “Maybe I should get the hell out of here. This town is not safe.” Julie thought she finished marching up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Her hands flung open a shorts drawer. She picked the first pair of gym shorts off the top. They were dark navy blue. She unbuttoned her wet shorts, letting them shimmy off. Her panties didn’t come off. They clung to her skin. She had to pull them down and work her legs out. Julie picked it all up quickly so nothing wet the floor.

“Ughghghhhghhhh” Julie groaned in disgust. This was too many bodily fluids for her. She hadn’t even held a pair of wet pants in her life. These shorts were perfect on her too. Grabbing her phone, she walked out of her room and down the stairs. The washing machine was in the kitchen. Julie walked up to it and opened the top.

“Hey are you okay?” Liz said from the living room. The TV was off. Julie had nearly forgotten she was here. She looked over at her as she dropped her wet clothes into the machine.

“Yeah, I’m okay. How’s the couch?” Julie asked, feeling ashamed. Her mind felt delirious that it was stained because of her.

“Um… it’s okay. I tried doing my best. You might have to buy something to clean it.” Liz said, looking at the mess underneath the towels. The stain was still clearly there.

“I do not understand how that happened. I’ve never done that before. Well, I guess I did it earlier today but I've never done thisbefore.” Julie said, motioning toward the washer. She poured in some detergent.

“Um, don’t forget your sweatshirt too.” Liz mentioned. Julie looked down, seeing the multiple pieces of jelly rolled down her shirt.

“Oh shoot.” Julie said, feeling silly now. She pulled it off. She only had a teal bra underneath. Liz thought her outfit looked goofy in context. Those jean shorts looked good with her tight gray sweatshirt. Now she looked like the kid who everyone knew had an accident.

“You didn’t wet yourself?” Julie said, pointing at the machine indicating she was about to hit the wash.

“Um, I did, but not really. It’s fine, I got most of it out. It’s barely even a stain.” Liz said, showing Julie in between her pant legs. There was the faintest gray of a wet patch. Julie nodded, closed the lid, and started the machine.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Julie said defeated.

“No, no it’s okay. It’s not really your fault. You didn’t know. You’ll get there.” Liz said with a calm genuine tone.

“What do you mean by getting there?” Julie said, slightly put off.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I don’t know why I said that. Sorry, that show… What was that? I felt like a kid for a second there.” Liz said.

“It’s like I knew I had to pee, but I just didn’t want to get up. It kept getting worse and worse, then suddenly it happened. I didn’t realize it was that bad until you said something.” Julie confessed, retracing the steps in her mind.

“Yeah you were sucking your finger too. I tried getting some of that accident out of the couch. It kinda worked if you want to have a look at it.” Liz said, gesturing over to it. Julie squeamed.

“No.. it’s alright. I don’t even want to look at it.” Julie said, she pulled her cell phone out. “We should call them and tell them about this. It can’t be a coincidence that there is this guy drugging us and we pee ourselves in front of the TV somehow.” Julie said, Liz leaned in closer.

“Wait, you think he’s also behind that?” She asked, Julie, looked up from her phone.

“This guy made some injection that turns you into a baby and makes you forget all about it. I wouldn’t put it past him.” She said certainly, her thumb hit the call button for Avery.

*Call Tone*

. . .

*Call Tone*

. . .

*Call Tone*

“Hello?” Avery spoke through the speakerphone.

“Hey! Avery! It’s me and Liz.” Julie said into the phone.

“Are you guys okay? You didn’t text us when you got there.” Avery said concerned. Julie and Liz looked at each other realizing it slipped both of their minds.

“Sorry, we kinda got… distracted.” Liz said.

“Yeah DON’T watch any TV! Especially little shows like Sesame Street. We think he’s broadcasting something we, um.. I… wet myself again.” Julie said, eyes squinting with embarrassment.

“No way. Guys, Julie peed herself watching something on the TV. They think it might be from him.” Avery said, it sounded way worse out loud than Julie realized. She looked at Liz as if to mention she peed a little too. She didn’t. Avery continued.

“Okay, well, we just walked out of the police station. They’re opening an investigation but they said we’re the first ones to bring it up, so they can’t do anything about it now except patrol around more.” Avery said, Morgan’s voice sounded off in the background.

“Wait! Wait! Guys! Was it cable or dish!?” Morgan’s voice came on loud and clear once she pushed her mouth into the microphone.

“Uh…” Julie said, looking at the TV. She didn’t know off the top of her head. They needed to turn it on to find out.

“Why do you ask?” Liz said, knowing the same. No way they could risk it.

“Because if it’s transmitting to a dish, that means we can track it!”

Chapter 3

All five of them sat inside Briana’s 2003 silver grand caravan. They were parked just across the street of a two-story white building. The siding looked dirty. The lawn was unkempt crabgrass. A chain-link fence encircled it.

“Is this really a good idea?” Liz asked from the back seat of the car. Her concern came off valid. Briana turned around from the driver seat and looked at the group.

“She’s not wrong. It’s risky. Why don’t we just go to the cops again?” Briana asked, her tone mirroring Liz’s concern.

“What are they going to do? You saw how they looked at us. It’s like we told them someone stole a balloon.” Avery countered.

“Well do we even know if this is the right place?” Liz asked. Morgan, sitting in the front seat, lifted her laptop from her lap toward the group in the back. The screen didn’t make much sense. It looked like a bunch of squiggly up and down lines. Morgan pointed to a bell-shaped squiggle.

“See that? Right there? This is the only place in town that emits this frequency. It’s the same one broadcasting Sesame Street and the Local News. It has to be him.” Morgan said, the only one who understood the physics to question it was Avery. She nodded in agreement.

“She’s right. Doesn’t look like a TV station to me. Why else would it be broadcasting it?” Avery said sensibly.

“What is the plan then?” Liz asked, looking toward Morgan. She was the one with the charts.

“I guess… we need to go in there and find some sort of emission device. A satellite dish, an antenna. Anything that looks like it’s emitting energy.” Morgan explained, the other three looked at her like she had three heads.

“How are we supposed to know what any of that looks like?” Liz asked.

“You know, like, the dishes you see on someone’s house. It’ll need a lot of power so it’ll probably have um, large wires attached to it. You’ll probably know it when you see it.” Morgan explained, drawing each visual in the air with her hands.

“So… knock on the front door, walk in and start looking for clues?” Julie half joked. “What if he’s in there?” Julie asked quietly. Again, uncertain silence fell between them. Briana grabbed her purse from behind the seat. She dug through it, grabbing the can of pepper spray.

“We all have one of these. It’ll be hard to take on more than one of us at a time.” She said, not confident herself in the idea but it was something.

“Also maybe do this at night?” Briana suggested, “It’s Saturday. As fucked up as it sounds, he’ll probably be out there somewhere. No one will see us snooping around too.” She argued.

“Good point.” Morgan said, “That’s a really good point.” She emphasized.

“So, get in through a window, find an antenna, go to the police and tell them?” Julie asked, trying to tie it all together.

“I guess so.” Avery said, they all looked at the house. Sharing all in a moment of silence.

“Hold on. Does anyone else think this is totally crazy?” Liz asked.

“It totally is.” Morgan said, “But I don’t know if there is any other way we can take this guy down. We couldn’t find any evidence. If we find a broadcasting set up, that involves the FCC, the police, they find other evidence. He goes down.” Morgan said, pushing the group.

“I don’t know…” Julie said, “It just seems so risky. Is pepper spray enough?” She asked.

“One maybe, two sprays, no way he can survive that.” Avery said, trying to quell their concerns.

“Listen, I understand where you’re all coming from.” Liz said, “But I don’t want to go in there. I’ll stay here as backup? If I don’t hear from you in thirty minutes, I’ll call the police.” Avery suggested, the group considered it for a moment. They couldn’t force her.

“Okay.” Morgan said, “Thirty minutes max and then we’re out. You’ll stay here. Avery and I will try getting in through one side of the house. Julie and Briana, you take the other?” Morgan proposed. Julie and Briana looked at each other and agreed.

“Yeah.” Said Julie.

“Sure.” Said Briana. Morgan looked back at the house.

“This is how we take this fucker down.” Morgan said.

***

Crickets chirped in the crabgrass. It was a warm night. Clouds covered the night sky. They illuminated softly from the streetlights. Avery and Morgan, wearing all black, crouched up against the side of the house.

“Okay I’m looking.” Avery said, feeling a rush of adrenaline. She knew the window was dark, but she’d never done anything like this before. Taking in a deep breath, she popped her head up above the sill. Avery peered into the window. She recoiled.

“What? What do you see?” Morgan asked, Avery ducked back down from the windowsill.

“I couldn’t see all the way through, but I saw diapers and a fucking crib.” Avery whispered; Morgan scoffed, shaking her head.

“Maybe it’s all the stuff he used on us?” Morgan said thinking out loud.

“There aren’t any lights on, he’s probably not in there. I’m going to try the window.” She whispered, creeping back up one more time to make sure the coast was clear. She grabbed the bottom of the window frame. “Oh shit…” She whispered, feeling it crack open easily. A nearly silent hiss came out of the vent below. It was too quiet for Avery to hear.

“It’s open!?” Morgan whispered in disbelief.

“Yes.” Avery said, pushing the frame as high as it would go. “I’m going in.” She said, hoisting herself up. She moved quickly, anxious someone might see her breaking into this house. She pulled her body through the threshold, falling onto all fours as she crawled in. Avery bounced back up in case she had to defend herself. Nothing happened. The room remained silent except for what she thought was the sound of heat coming out of a vent.

“Okay hurry it’s clear.” Avery said, extending a handout through the window. Morgan grabbed it, using Avery’s pull to guide her through the window. She didn’t fall like Avery, instead using the support to stay upright. The moment she got through she turned around and shut the window. She drew the white window shades with yellow rubber ducks printed on them.

“Let me try to find a light.” Avery whispered, with the curtains closed it was difficult to see in the pitch black. Her tiptoes crunched onto a plastic toy on the ground. “Fuck!” She whispered exasperated, she stumbled, throwing her hands up for balance. She regained it, keeping her hands up as she felt around the wall. Her hands felt cool plaster. They felt around as she slid them across the wall. She found the doorway, which made it easy to find the light switch next to it.

“Wow…” Morgan said, squinting as the lights came on. It was exactly as Avery described it. The room was small. There was only room for an adult sized crib, a cabinet holding columns of different colored adult diapers. An oval rope rug in a light pink, blue, and white pattern. Avery had been unlucky trying to step around. There were only two toys on the ground. A bulldozer, which Avery had stepped on, and a stuffed caterpillar. There was a toy chest at the base of the crib. Morgan sniffed.

“It smells like… metal in here?” Morgan said, breathing in some strong sniffs that were nearly snorts.

“Yeah, almost like it's synthetic?” Avery said, inhaling deeply herself. The room was unsettling, but it wasn’t supposed to be. It was a baby’s room. No matter the setting it was still cute.

Morgan walked up to a stack of pink diapers piled on one the shelves. Her fingers ran across the top of it. She’d never felt plushie plastic like that before. Her hand gripped the sides. She picked up the rectangle, squeezing the sides to get a sense of the bulk. It compressed softly in her hands. She felt saliva pool underneath her tongue. She unfolded the trifold.

“Familiar…” Morgan thought, recalling the sweet smell of powder and cotton. She saw flashes in the back of her brain. For the first time, she could see memories of the night he came to her.

She remembered looking down, her vision wavy, the bright lights he set up reflecting off the pink diaper taped around her waist. The diaper wasn’t dry. It was soaked at that point. “…Then daddy changed me…” She thought stray in the depths of her subconscious. “Good girl.” She remembered him saying.

“Humf..” Morgan chuckled, the thought of wet bulk between her legs didn’t go away. It was a sticky thought. She imagined warm padding squish between flexing thighs.

Her brain didn’t fight the recollections. The theater playing in the front of her brain was nearly crystal clear. It felt good. The background thoughts of stressful scribbles dissipated into a dark mental river. Morgan’s eyes stopped looking inside and instead at the completely unfolded diaper in her hands.

“Diapers are actually… pretty cool.” She thought, the urge to be wet scratched at the top of her brain. She blushed, feeling the urge become a dominating line of reasoning. “How can I justify needing this diaper?” Morgan thought, turning around to look at Avery. She was busy digging through the toy box. She looked back at the diaper.

“People who wear diapers pee in day pants.” She thought, the moment the idea came into her head it made complete sense. “If I just go pee pee, den Avery thinks I need diapie.” She didn’t instinctually think it was wrong. If she had wet pants, then that meant she was supposed to be in diapers. Her thoughts fired slower. Pee pooled to the very edge of her control. It was her ticket back into diapers.

“heh-aheh…” She giggled to herself, feeling her muscles relax much easier than expected. It’s almost as if they did it for her. A trickle of pee started falling down her black leggings. None of it absorbed into the material. It splashed down her legs and onto the floor. “I gotta sell it.” She thought, even thought it was on purpose it still had to seem like an accident.

“Uh-oohhh…” Morgan said, turning around to show Avery her accident.

“Hm?” Avery said, her face pulling up from the toy box. Her lips were smacking on an oversized pacifier. Her eyes grew in shock. “Mowgawn gowin’ pee pee!” She yelled, pointing at her friend’s pants.

“Itz accident! I didn’ mean it…” Morgan said, faking an embarrassed look for extra effect. On the inside her body burned in desire. She even pushed harder as the flow started to taper. It forced another wave of warmth to gush out.

“Das a good idea…” Avery thought independently. The diapers behind Morgan almost had a glow to them.

“I guess um.. I need dis diapie…” Morgan said, trying to sound genuine. Avery started standing up from the floor. Her muscles released as she got up. Her own full bladder of urine started spilling down her black leggings too.

“I.. uh.. Havin’ accident too!” Avery said, though not nearly as convincing as Morgan. Morgan, being the master of the lie herself, saw right through Avery’s guise. She had to poke fun at it.

“Nu-uh! You doin’ itz on purpose!” Morgan said, pointing at her friend's wet pants. “You wanna be baby!” She said, her lips getting more difficult to fully use.

“Noo! I no baby! I… I don’ know how to use potty…” Avery said, her mind frantically grabbing onto any line of reasoning she could. It caught Morgan off guard. She knew her friend was lying a minute ago, but that seemed true.

“You don’ know potty?” Morgan said surprised. It felt really weird to Morgan that Avery didn’t know that.  Avery saw her chance to really convince her. She clenched her teeth, pushing down onto her bowels. There wasn’t much in there. Straining only produced a loud *POP.* The fart was wet enough to produce something though. Avery could tell from the warm splatter now inside her panties.

“Heh-ha. You need diapers!” Morgan laughed, pointing at Avery. She laughed so hard it felt like she popped a water balloon in her mouth. Drool exploded out of her mouth as forced air bubbled out of her lungs. It covered the outside of her lips and chin. Her eyes dulled hazy. Everything felt like a good mix of warm and wet. The liquid inside her bladder now covered the inside of her legs and the floor beneath her. She suddenly felt her kneecaps hitting the carpet.

Avery shared the same ditzy smile as her friend. It felt like a massive rock was inside her head. Any thought that formed pushed to the outside of her brain. It was like the frame rate in her mind was off. Suddenly her body was on the floor right next to Morgan. Their fluttery eyes were right next to each other.

She didn’t know why, but suddenly their lips were rubbing against each other’s. It wasn’t so much a kiss, but rather just gumming each other. Still, Morgan was able to find in between Avery’s legs. She knew where to press.

“Diaperrr” Avery said, the moment she felt intense pleasure. It was like a line of cocaine right to her brain. Her vision sharpened. “Put me in diaper.” She whispered in Morgan’s ear, biting at the lobe. She pressed in between Morgan’s legs too so she’d listen.

“Okay.” She said, grabbing her friend's wet leggings pants. She tried yanking them off in one motion but they clung wet to her legs.  Avery lifted her legs up to help. Morgan already had a diaper in her hand. She slid it underneath Avery’s butt. She connected her lips with Avery’s again. Just using her hands blindly to tape it sloppily into place.

The moment the tapes were on Avery pushed Morgan to the floor. She leaned over to the cabinet and grabbed the closet diaper she could. This one was plane white. Still kissing, she yanked Morgan’s pants off too. She did the same, clumsily sticking the tapes on as they made out. Both of their diapers were completely mismatched.

The lucidity from moments ago crashed into drool covered make out. Pleasure mixed with the gas streaming out of the vent. It formed a neural addiction.

***

Julie groaned, she tried opening her eyes. It was dark. The ground looked blurry. A searing pain dug into the center of her brain. She registered the position her body was in. Her arms were stretched out in a crucified position. Her wrists were locked into handcuffs, her ankles too.

“What…” She whispered, trying to gain more clarity in her vision by blinking. She looked down at herself to understand the bulk between her legs. She had a strong guess of what it was before she even saw it. The dim white between her legs confirmed it was a diaper. She looked to her left, it was hard to make it out at first, but when she figured it out, her heart sank into the deepest pit of fear imaginable. “Briana!” She yelled out desperately, struggling in the cuffs.

Briana was chained in the exact same way as Julie. Her hands spread out, and her legs together. It made more sense what they were chained to. It was a large metal board standing freely. They were in the middle of a dark room. There wasn’t much to make out. “Briana. Wake up. Wake up!” Julie yelled louder this time.

“Mmm…” Her friend moaned, she started to stir. Her head moved slowly back and forth.

“Wake up!” Julie yelled, this time clanging the metal cuffs. Briana murmured, she went through the same sequence as Julie. First the blurry dark room, a stinging pain in her head, the uncomfortable position of her arms and legs, the bulk between her thighs. None of it made sense. Fear pushed her eyes open.

“J-Julie?” She uttered, “Wh…what’s happening?” She said, her words weak.

“I don’t know!? How did this happen??” Julie said frantically, “Ahh.. my head hurts so bad.” Julie groaned in pain. She winced, shaking her head back and forth to try and relieve the pain. “We were walking to the house… and… it’s so hard to remember…” Julie said thinking out loud. Briana was finally coming around.

“Fuck this is so fucked up.” She said, attempting to push through the pain to recollect. She could remember the two of them creeping around the side of the house trying to look into the windows. “I remember… the house. We were outside trying to get in… then…” She said, now looking up at Julie.

“It’s him. He did this to us.” Julie’s voice coming out as an exasperated whisper. Pure terror gripped her chest. She started breathing heavily. “He’s going to mess with us, Briana. He already has us in diapers.” She said, feeling the inside. Julie could tell it was slightly damp. Telling herself it was from sweat instead of a knocked out accident made her feel better. “Why did we do this? We should have listened to Liz. Ridiculous, so so stupid.” Julie said through hyperventilating breaths. Briana didn’t say anything, she stared down at the floor. The colossal weight of this dire situation stopped any words from coming out.

The sound of a door knob started turning from across the room. A sliver of light sliced into the room, then the door fully opened. They knew instantly it was him. He flicked on the light switch.

“Look. At. What. We. Haaaave. Here.” He said, beaming a smile. It was the first time either had gotten a clear look at him. He had light brown fluffy coconut hair. He was tall, 6’5. His long chin peppered with heavy brown stubble.

“What are you doing to us!? Let us go!” Julie pleaded.

“What did I do? What did YOU do? You know it’s not nice to try breaking into someone’s house.” He conceded.

“Please. You don’t have to do this. W-we won’t tell anyone.” Julie said desperately, trying to bargain.

“You know by the end of this, you’re going to be begging me to stay.” He said, walking up to the two of them. He gazed at Briana, noticing her somber stare at the ground. “What’s wrong, Briana?” He said, walking up to her. She remained silent. His black boots stopped right in front of her.

“I’m not going to hurt you. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together. This doesn’t have to be such a bad thing you know? You might actually like it more if you go along with it.” He said, nearly mocking her.

“Leave her alone.” Julie seethed. He looked over at her and just smiled.

“I’m not hurting anyone.” He said, turning back to Briana. “Don’t you remember how much fun we had last time we played?” He said.

Briana slowly looked up. Her expression looked furious with bloodshot eyes. She puckered her lips, then spit right in his eye.

“Ugh FUCK!” He yelled, cocking his head back. He dragged his hand across his eye to wipe it off. “You’re going to regret that.” He said, pointing at Briana. His demeanor changed from cocky to furious, he started walking to a bench on the other side of the room. “You’re gonna FUCKING regret that. I was going to be nice, but when you act like an ungrateful BITCH. YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH. Ugh WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?” He yelled, his frustration boiling over. He wiped more goop out of his eye. “GUAAH FUCK!” He screamed, in a rage he punched his fist through the wall.

Briana and Julie looked at each other. Their hope was lost.  Briana’s eyes started watering.

He started fumbling around with the instruments on the table. He picked up a metal tube with a syringe at the end. He analyzed it for a moment before putting it back down. His pointer finger scanned through the different instruments. He settled on a small plastic syringe. He turned around, looking deranged.

“You wanna be stupid?” He asked, yelling. Briana whimpered loudly, shaking her head.

“Please.” She asked desperately, full tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t do this. I’m sorry. Just let us go.” Briana pleaded. He started walking toward her.

“I haven’t tested this one yet. You want to act like a stupid fucking bitch? I’ll make you a stupid FUCKING bitch.” He said, saliva splattering out of lips. Briana’s eyes winced as it hit her eyes. He brought the needle to her arm.

“Say ‘Bye-Bye Briana’.” He said. She didn’t, instead cried harder. “SAY IT.” He yelled, grabbing her arm and shaking it. Briana yelped. He waited for a moment, then slapped her across the face. “Say it.” He said dead serious.

“B-Bye… B-..” She couldn’t finish, she broke down in tears. “Ow!” She yelled, feeling him plunge the needle in, clearly not caring about the pain. Blood poured out as the needle pulled out. Icy fire swam through her veins.

“What did you do to her!?!” Julie said, struggling in her chains.

“SHUT UP!” He yelled, pointing at Julie. “Do you want to end like her??” He said, every fiber in Julie’s being wanted to strangle the life out of him. She felt like a caged animal.

“You’re not getting away with this. People are going to look for us. If you let us go now we won’t say anything.” Julie pleaded, he pretended to consider her opinion, nodding up and down for affect.

“You know, you make a good point. People will wonder where you two wandered off to.” He said, “Isn’t that right Briana?” He said in a childish tone, tickling the bottom of her chin.

She moved her chin away, but couldn’t hold back a cheeky smile. Whatever was inside of her

Briana could feel it run up her arm, through her neck, and into her head. It felt like a flower blooming into the center of her brain. Liquid warm silly thoughts started popping out of it. Foolish things like running around without any clothes on and drawing on the wall. They got stupider with each second. She thought about how funny it would be if she pooped on the couch or called her Mom and just babbling gibberish to her. That last one got her.

“Chss..” Briana giggled, her tongue pressed into the back of her smiling teeth to try and stop it, but it was too funny. “Cheh..” She wasn’t crying anymore, though the bags around her eyes were pink.

“Briana, NO!” Julie yelled, “You have to fight it!” She yelled, Briana looked over at her.

“I be good, don’t worry Joowie.” She said, her mouth stayed open, her tongue laid at the end of her mouth. “Ahehaa…” Briana gurgled, feeling the muscles in her body glow into warm relaxation. She wanted to misbehave. The weight on her bladder was rapidly intensifying. She knew it was naughty, but that’s what made it so alluring. She purposely let go into her diaper. It was easy. Pee drenched the inside padding, causing the outside to discolor yellow.

“I can’t…” Julie said, looking at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why are you doing this to people!?” Julie asked, banging again at her chains.

“You two don’t know when to shut the hell up, huh? Looks like your turn too.” He said, walking back over to the table. Julie’s rage pivoted into ice cold fear. She couldn’t look, instead turning back to Briana.

“Briana, stay with me. W-we, we can fight this. You gotta, we gotta, figure out a way out of this…” She said, feeling her hope deflate in real time. Briana’s mouth was still open. Her tongue had slipped out. Her eyes had a sunken dreamy look to them.

“Jaee.” She uttered, not moving her lips to form the letters. Her eyelids opened wide. The front of her hips gyrated forward. She was clearly try to hump it. “Ehheh. Ah, awuahh…” Briana moaned like a zombie. Julie couldn’t look, she turned away, closing her eyes as tears started to form.

Briana could somewhat understand what was going on. She knew deep down that she was acting dumb, but it didn’t matter at all. Any feelings of remorse quickly met the growing numbness in her brain. The whispering inner monologue telling her to fight had melted quickly into gibberish. It all dissolved so fast. The only constant feeling she could hold onto was the warmth in her diaper. The drooping mush felt lovely to play in. If she swung her hips hard enough it would rub just the right way, sparking pleasure. “Diaah..” She uttered, just as her mind thought it.

He pulled the freestanding TV up in front of Julie. He had his classic cocky smile on again.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked. Julie gritted her teeth.

“You will never get away with this. I will fucking kill you.” Julie yelled, she wanted to spit him at too. But she didn’t want the same fate as her melting friend. The TV screen turned on. It was Sesame street.

“We’ll see.” He said, “Have fun baybee! We’re gonna play together soon!” He said, watching as Julie closed her eyes.

“No!” She said, facing away from the screen. He didn’t seem to worry. Instead, he walked up to Briana. Drops of drool were dripping onto her breasts as her head slowly moved aimlessly back and forth.

“Someone is a lot happier now, huh?” He said, grabbing her chin and pulling her face up toward his.

“Guahuu!” Briana moaned, her words meaningless. He pressed his hand into the front of her diaper “Uuaahh” She responded, feeling electric pleasure erupt. It pushed through every muscle in her body. Her completely useless bowels responded with a low growling fart. A soft flow of mess dumped into the back of her diaper. There was zero effort put in to push it out, or stop it. Naturally what little was in her bladder squirted out. He could feel it warm in his hand. A sharp fart popped out, then a couple seconds later a softer fart plopped out as the train ended.

“Mmm fuck yeah this is a good one.” He said, grabbing himself. After a few strokes he grabbed the keys in his right front pocket. He dug the key into the cuff locks, undoing the feet first. When he undid the right arm, it flopped to her side. Briana hung on her left wrist, until that unlocked too. She collapsed like a bag of meat onto the floor. “Get up.” He said, pulling her body onto her knees. Briana wasn’t present. Her eyelids were half open. He pulled his pants down, and shoved it in her mouth.

Julie looked out of the corner of her eye at the sound of flapping gurgles. She wished her intuition wasn’t right.

“What the fuck??” She said in a screeching whisper. Her eye was open just enough to catch a flash from the screen. Her pupil darted away from Briana to the screen. Suddenly her eyes opened, seeing the familiar red hue of Sesame street.

“Noo..” She whined to herself. She tried looking away. Her neck pulled to the side, but her eyes remained locked on the screen. Her brain brightened with familiar happy dopamine waves.

“Fuck.” He said, throwing Briana to the side. She collapsed, her head bonked off the floor. She murmured inaudible nonsense. Writhing in nonsensical movements.

“What did I tell you, a little baby like yourself just can’t help themselves but watch, can they?” He asked, walking up to Julie. She blushed, not even looking at him.

“It’s not fair! You made this all, tricky to not watch!” She said light heartedly. Julie didn’t feel as worried as before. He was way more attractive than she originally thought. Instead of fighting, she felt the need to impress him.

“It’s easy not to watch if you aren't a baby.” He said, he looked at the screen, exaggerating it by moving his head back and forth. He looked back at Julie. “See? It’s easy. Maybe you actually like watching baby shows.” He suggested. It kinda made sense to Julie, as weird as it was to accept.

“You’re going to listen really close to me.” He said right into her ear. Half her brain stayed focused on the TV screen. The other half instantly dedicated to his words. “Nod up and down if you’re listening to me.” He said.

Julie was apprehensive. She didn’t do anything for a second. But slowly, her head nodded up and down.

“You want to be a good girl for me, right?” He said. Her mind saw a crystal clear ‘Yes’ form. It started in her lungs, but she was able to push it down by biting her lip.

“Right?” He said, this time grabbing her crotch. He knew exactly where to press. Julie inhaled, her mind fluttered with ecstasy. Vague memories from the night he invaded her house surfaced.

“Yes Daddy I want to be a good girl.” She blurted out, wincing as she did so. “Ugh… stop. Please.” She said, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Do you really want that?” He said, rubbing. It wasn’t fair. Julie couldn’t help herself. She started moving her hips rhythmically.

“Mm..” She moaned. She knew this was a losing battle. She started stuffing all the adult thoughts she had into a suitcase. “I know I’m an adult. I don’t like diapers. I don’t want to be a baby.” She repeated over and over to herself. She stuffed those thoughts down deep in her mind. He stopped rubbing, walking away. As much as she hated to admit it, a part of her missed his presence.

Elmo talked to his goldfish in a white room. It was a nice pause from the stress of the situation. Julie was zoned out. Her head slouched to the right side. The sound of buzzing grew louder as he walked back. Julie knew the sound before the wand hit the bottom of her diaper.

“Ahh..” She moaned, feeling damper padding vibrate into her. The thoughts in her mind changed to flashy pleasure.

“You’re going to be a good girl. And you’re going to listen.” He said, again talking directly into her ear.

“Yes Daddy.” She breathed, this time there was little fight.

“You want to be a Baby for me.” He said.

“I wanna be Baby for you Daddy.” She said, her lips loosening at the end. It was hot, and nearly impossible to restrict the pleasure coming from her diaper.

“You want be dumb.” He said.

“I wanna be Duhmmy.” She said, articulating the ‘D’ hard so spit would come out.

“Blow snot out of your nose.” He said. Without hesitation, Julie blew air through her nostrils. Stray flem shot out and onto her lips.

“Harder.” He said. With full lung capacity, Julie blew out as hard as she could, making her ears pop. It dislodged boogers and any remaining snot. It splattered onto her mouth and chin. Julie giggled. She felt on her face how stupid she looked.

“Good Girl.” He said, clicking the vibrator up a notch.

“Mmm!” Julie squealed, her face expression heightened. Her mouth opened, panting now.

“How dumb do you want to be for me?” He asked.

“So dumb for you Daddy.” She said back. That hurt her a little bit. She knew that one was wrong. But the thought mixed away into the swirling mind batter.

“Prove it, what do you want me to do to you?” He said, it was an interesting question. Julie’s mind instantly went to the easiest place it could. The river of pleasure coming from her diaper. When she thought of it, the adult part of her tried scrubbing it away. But it just slipped out.

“M-make me need diapers.” She said, biting down so hard on her lip it nearly pursed the skin. He turned the wand up again.

“Mmm, you don’t want to be potty trained?” He asked, his voice was clearly starting to lose it. He was already stroking himself. Julie nodded up and down. “Say it.” He said.

“I..” Julie said, stopping for a moment. She closed her eyes hard. The only remaining part of her adult self stopped it. She knew it was futile, like holding up a rock that was too heavy. He saw her struggle. With one simple motion he clicked to the second highest setting.

It was too much. Julie looked away from the screen for the first time, and directly into the man’s eyes.

“I don’t want to be potty trained, Daddy.” She said dead serious in full adult articulation.

“Mmm fuck.” He said, pushing her head back to the side so he could talk into her ear. “You’re not potty trained.” He said. Julie’s mind threw the pitch, and he knocked it out of the park. Like the plug popping out of the tub. Julie’s bladder fully released unrestricted into her diaper. Her muscles were numb. There was no stopping it. Julie’s mind only knew the feeling of diapers. It’s the only way she peed. They felt like a prison.

“Go easy on me.” Julie said, the distant part of her tried it as an option to stop the insanity.

“You think that’s enough?” He said, Julie didn’t understand.

“I can’t remember anything. I only know diapers, Daddy.” She said, trying to bargain with him.

“No. You’re not getting off that easy.” He said, “You’re going to be my diaper slave. Inside and out. You’re right. I can’t keep you guys here. People will wonder where you went. So you’re going to help me.” He said.

“How will I help you, Daddy?” Julie asked.

“You’re going to fuck with your friends for me. It’s like you’re my secret little agent. You will sabotage them. Secretly. Subtly. You will bring them back to me.” He demanded. Julie’s brain tried with everything it had to resist the command. It was the last remaining will of her mental fortitude.

“I..” She said,  he saw the hesitation.

“You will do it, because you want to be Daddy’s good girl.” He said, Julie felt another memory for the first night resurface. The feeling of him slipping in, filling her. He clicked it to the highest possible setting. Julie gasped, breathing in. She started to come in her diaper.

“You’re going to fuck your friends over.” He whispered.

“I’m going to fuck my friends over Daddy.” She yelled back.

“You’re Daddy’s diaper slave.” He said.

“I’m Daddy’s FUCKING diaper slave.” She screamed, the connections in her brain fusing.

“You will struggle to remember your potty training. If you ever need to pee, you will wet yourself on purpose and make a scene. You will love having accidents. You will drink water all day everyday. You will sabotage your friends. You will do this, because you’re Daddy’s diaper slave.” He said. Julie started gurgling. She tried repeating the words but it came out just as messy as the back of her diaper.

“Forget everything. Forget ever coming here.” He commanded. Julie’s brain was powerless. It journeyed through his commands. “My wet diaper slut. Forget.” He said

“Igung ffff…” She tried to repeat, but couldn’t.

“Forget.”

Chapter 4

“Come on…” Liz thought to herself, she was on edge. The clock on her phone read thirty minutes past the agreed rendezvous time. She nervously chewed on the inside of her cheek, while subtly rocking back and forth in the front seat. She scanned the same windows and perimeter for the seventy-second time. The uneasy fear inside her was unbearable. Her phone screen illuminated again. Thirty-one minutes.

“I told them this was a terrible idea!!” She thought, her left hand pulling a hair tie off her wrist. She started working it into a ponytail while visualizing the path she’d take to the house. Down the sidewalk, hop over the chain link fence, crouch-walk to the same window Briana and Julie entered. Facing the fact she was going in made fear flare. With sweaty palms, she grabbed the pepper spray in the cupholder. Liz drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes and shaking her head on the exhale. “I can’t die.” She thought, “I’m not dying for them.” When her eyes opened, she pulled the car handle open. The car lights turned on, shutting off when the door slammed shut.

She heard bugs chirping nighttime calls under the unusually warm night. White sneakers ran quickly across the street to the gate. Liz looked around 360 degrees into each house window to make sure no one was looking out. With the coast clear she crossed the first barrier. Jumping down into the crabgrass. Her heart pounded like a drum. With laser focus, she wasted no time hustling toward the window. She caught a glimpse inside before ducking beneath. It was empty.

She ducked down, then sat up against the siding. Her face scrunched as she groaned, “I barely even know these people.” She thought, banging the back of her head onto the wall. Her chest inflated up and down. It felt good to wait there for a moment. “I could leave them.” She thought, only for guilt to negate. “I promised them I’m back up.” She thought it was a shitty situation either way. The right choice was the only way forward.

“Okay, on three.” She told herself. “One… Two… THREE.” She thought but didn’t move. Liz closed her eyes tight, “Ooommm!” She groaned, forcing herself to pop up this time. The window opened easily. She pushed her torso through the threshold, then worked her legs over to step into the house.

Liz stood at the entrance of the house. To her right was the front door. In front of her was a threshold that opened up to a large living room with an L-shaped couch and large TV. To her left was a hallway. An open staircase is stacked on one side of the hallway up to the second floor. Liz wasn’t sure which direction to take first. Going completely off her gut, she turned left and started going up the stairway.

She held the pepper spray out ready to use it at a moment's notice. Her fingers shaking like a leaf. She took the first step carefully. Pressing her weight down slowly not to cause a creek. The house was completely silent. It was dreadfully eerie. The next one came slowly as well. One by one, Liz made her way up the stairs.

At the top, she slowly peaked her head around the corner. It was a dead end with three doorways on each side. Swinging her head to the other side, Liz could see an open doorway leading to a bathroom, with one doorway at the end of the hall. “Cover as much ground as possible.” She reasoned, deciding to step onto the second floor, and turning to the three doors.

Surprisingly, the handle on the first door she tried turned open. Pushing it open, she gasped.

“No. Way!” She whispered, the room was filled with equipment. On the far side of the room sat two poles with large umbrella light fixtures. The kind they use to take your school photos. Two tables on either end had scattered camera equipment. Liz stepped into the room immediately, closing the door behind her. Much-needed relief aired out her thoughts. The door locked from the inside. She clicked it closed.

With some baseline defense, Liz put the pepper spray on a table and started methodically searching the room. The floor was a staging area. Various-sized poles and electric cords. Some are neatly placed side by side. Others are strewn haphazardly and tangled. They didn’t seem to mean much. Liz stepped over them, walking up to the closet. Opening the doors, she grimaced.

“This sick, sick man…” She said, shaking her head. On the ground were stacks of neatly folded white adult diapers. Hanging up were dozens of adult baby clothing. A black onesie lined with a white stripe. Red and white picnic table pattern overalls. A white polka-dotted black dress with cartoon dinosaurs printed on them. To the right, hanging drawers housed pacifiers, plastic pants, and bonnets. “Neater than the equipment,” Liz noted, closing the closet. Turning around, she placed her hands on her hips. Squinting, she looked around the room.

“Something I can carry....” She thought, scanning up from the floor and around the tables. Her face lit up when she saw it. A Nikon camera. “Please, please, please, please…” She thought, walking up to snatch it. She twisted it around, going with her best guess flicking the switch to the ‘ON’ button.

The screen turned on. Showing the current view through the camera. Liz hadn’t used one of these before. She started randomly pressing buttons, watching the screen magnify through different modes until finally hitting the image playback.

“Ewgh…” Liz uttered in disgust. The first image was a woman she didn’t recognize laying ragdoll on a blanket. Brown hair cut in a bob, completely naked except for a mushy yellow diaper. Liz noticed how gone her eyes looked. They were barely open. Flicking through them it was various positions of her laying on the floor. The scene was brightly lit. After a dozen she was sitting criss-cross on the blanket, playing with a small plastic doll house. A couple later she seemed more engrossed in the toy. She was on all fours, holding dolls inside the rooms. The camera was strategically positioned to frame her diaper in every shot. The next couple was pictures of her diapered ass spread on all four spread out. Then a couple of images of her face. She looked drunk, her eyes bloodshot red. He focused a couple of shots on the drool dripping down her chin.

Suddenly the girl wasn’t on the floor. She was standing in a corner with a mona lisa-like almost smile. Her legs were twisted together, and her hands were behind her back. Liz noticed her diaper wasn’t drooping like before. It was clean.

That was the last picture in her set. The next image was a new woman. This one looked somehow even more gone than the last. Her eyes weren’t even open. She had on a pink onesie. The top of which looked completely soaked. Liz grimace. The woman was laying down, legs out like a dead frog. The inside of her diaper was caked in a brown mess. It was weird because she looked like a college student. The top to the bottom didn’t make sense.

This girl seemed much happier than the one before. Through her pictures, her face was all smiles. She always had a blue pacifier in her mouth. Liz felt nauseous the further she flicked through. Instead of analyzing each one, she started running through them at a rapid pace. Clicking through the pacifier girl, dress girl, naked girl, then…

“Auh…” She uttered, stopping at her face. Her eyes looked directly at the camera. His shaft is half in her mouth. Her expression was seductive.

Liz’s fingers tightened like a claw out of anger. In the next photo she was laughing, arms flared out on the ground. The front of the diaper around her waist was a dark yellow. She recognized the carpet as her bedroom. Lethal fury bloomed in her chest. Churning like the mushroom cloud of an atomic bomb. She clicked through naked poses. Uneasy looks down at her waist. She couldn’t recall any of these moments. It made sense, given she too looked like all the girls before. Sunken eyes, never in focus, stupid smiles. Swiveling the switch, the screen shut off.

Liz could barely contain her rage. The only solace she had was they got what they came for. Holding their ticket to take him down, she had to get out of there as soon as possible. The stakes were too high. It felt like holding gold. Liz slung the camera strap around her shoulder. Grabbing her pepper spray off the table next to the door.

Unlocking the door, she slowly peeked her head out into the hallway. It looked the same as before. Dark, only faint outside light from the windows illuminated the floor. She wasted no time slipping out of the room. Following the steps from before, Liz walked down the hall and started slowly down the staircase. Halfway down, she stopped.

It didn’t register as anything coherent. The best way to describe it was simply a sound. Like a bump in the house. There was a tone associated with it. High enough that it could have been someone. Whatever it was, Liz knew it had to be from him. Feeling his presence the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

She moved faster down the steps. Getting to the base. She heard another. This time she found more meaning through the noise. It sounded like someone’s voice. The pitch was familiar. Her brain chased the thoughts. It echoed again, she could tell it was right beneath the floorboards.

“Julie.” She thought, recognizing it finally. Liz looked at the pepper spray in her hand. “Would it be enough?” She wondered, how would she even get Julie out of here. Chances are she was just as babyfaced as the girls in the camera. The window was merely ten feet away.

She heard talking. It was too muffled to make out the words, but it was enough for a conversation. Liz’s fight-or-flight instinct kicked in. If she was awake enough to talk, then maybe she could be saved.

She followed the sound down the hallway. She heard something again, this time deeper. It was his voice. Still too muffled to make out what the words were, she could tell she was on the right path as it grew louder. The sound of Julie’s voice shout out this time.

“Was that a moan?” Liz thought, although she wasn’t sure. It sounded like it could have been something of pleasure, but just as easily pain. Nervous sweat poured out of Liz’s armpits. Her whole body felt hot from the constant drip of adrenaline. The voices brought her to a kitchen. Inside the room was a door open ajar.

“Go easy on me…” She heard faintly through the door. It was the clearest recognition of Julie’s voice. Liz peaked around the door. It was a short staircase down into the basement. The door at the bottom was half open. Liz knew he had to be in the room, but she held the pepper spray up, ready to release. She started walking down the steps.

“No. You’re not getting off that easy.” She heard him say, Liz expected a fight from Julie, but was shocked to hear,

“How will I help you, Daddy?” Julie said.

“What the hell??” Liz thought. That wasn’t Julie talking. “She must be drugged.” Liz realized, getting to the bottom of the steps. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute. She was almost worried he’d hear that instead of her footsteps. Liz slunk behind the door in the shadows.

“You’re going to fuck with your friends for me. It’s like you’re my secret little agent. You will sabotage them. Secretly. Subtly. You will bring them back to me.” He said to her. Liz could see into the room now. A large screen blocked most of it, but she could make out the two of them standing behind it. The buzzing sound finally clicked. It was a vibrator.

“You will do it, because you want to be Daddy’s good girl.” Liz felt her eyes start to water.

“This is horrific.” She thought, shaking her head at watching her friend actively struggle through it.

“I’m going to fuck my friends over Daddy.” Julie said.

“What!?” Liz thought, taken aback.

“I’m Daddy’s FUCKING diaper slave.” Julie screamed. Liz covered her mouth in shock. She couldn’t hear what he started saying, but it was something.

Liz’s heart stopped.

His figure looked around from the screen. She felt his eyes look directly into her soul.

There was no time to think. She reacted. Liz grabbed the railing, pulling at it to launch herself up. Her feet were able to skip three steps because of it. Her legs pushed as hard as they could race up to the top.

“HEY GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!” He heard him yell at the base of the steps. Liz didn't feel her body. Through the doorway and into the kitchen, she heard him running up the steps too.

She held the camera in place so it would stop swinging around. If it hit one of the hallway walls it could break it, making this whole endeavor a crushing bust. Getting toward the end of the hallways she could hear him closing in. The window wasn’t open.

“Ooohhh….” Liz thought, her shaking hands grabbing at the sill. They were trembling too much. She couldn’t get a grip at first. A second try she did, pulling it up. He was right behind her. She ducked her head under the window, pushing her torso through it again.

He grabbed her left foot just as she was about to slip out.

She wasn’t expecting it, falling into the ground. On instinct, she pushed herself up, hopping to balance on one leg. She turned toward the window. Lifted the bottle in her hand, and sprayed it.

“OWH FUCK!” He screamed, letting go of her foot. Liz didn’t waste a second. White sneakers ran across the crabgrass. She was inhaling and exhaling harshly through her lungs. Residuals from the pepper had made it into her mouth.

With blurry eyes she hopped the fence, rushing through the street and into the car. The door was locked. She dug into her pocket and hit the unlock button. The car lights came back on. She opened the door, jumped into the driver seat, and shoved the key into the ignition.

The moment it turned over, she threw it in drive. Her foot pushed the pedal directly into the mat. Tires screeching, she raced down the road.

***

Julie grew increasingly aware of the light beaming through her eyelids. Piercing sunlight appeared as a flash as she slowly opened them. Eggshell white ceiling and walls as she looked blurry-eyed around her surroundings.

“Where am I?” Julie wondered, rubbing her eyes. She felt uncertain, but not afraid. For some reason, she already knew this place was safe. Feeling more awake, a strange feeling around her waist demanded attention.

When she placed her hand there, she felt padding. The plastic encasing it crinkled. She sat up, pulling the covers to the side to get a better look. The blank space between her legs was unusual but made sense.

“Why, wet?” She wondered, pressing her legs together to feel the lukewarm mash squish between them. Her hand lightly pawed, then started navigating around the saturated padding to see if it kept its integrity. She felt the bed beneath her butt to see if it was wet too. It wasn’t.

Julie looked puzzled at the diaper. “I’m not…” She thought, but that thought didn’t know where to continue. Instead, she just kept staring. It was a surreal feeling of confusion, yet the answer was already there in her mind. “This is a diaper.” She thought, “I’m wearing a diaper because…” She thought, but that too led to a blank room of thought.

Whatever that meant, it still didn’t feel right. She saw it as a foreign invader. It made her feel stupid. People didn’t wear diapers, she was pretty sure. Part of her wondered what else they would wear, but she couldn’t immediately think of anything. She started frowning at the diaper. This was too weird. She wanted it off.

Her fingers started pinching the tapes. They ripped off the plastic. First the bottom too, then the top. Julie rolled off the bed. Standing up naked, she looked down at the open diaper. The inside was puffed out from all the liquid. It smelled like a combination of lavender and piss.

Julie nervously crossed her legs. Feeling only skin felt naked. Like an important piece of her was gone. She clenched her teeth, arms crossing together. She tried chewing the nail of her thumb. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much nail there. Thankfully, switching to the other thumb there was still some left.

“Where am I? What is happening??” Julie thought it was impossible to hold all the big sinking thoughts together. It felt claustrophobic in this room. Feeling anxious, she started stepping back from the bed. The bottom of her feet felt rug. Stitched together was a jungle scene of a happy-looking Lion and a cute Giraffe. A strange tickle in the top right of her brain liked them. Their joyful appearance made the same emotions reflect in Julie. It threw water on the nervous fire. Julie’s body eased, pointing at the rug.

“Wion.” She said, catching herself off-guard with the clumsy use of her lips. The childish bubble blowing inside her popped, mixing into more confusion. “Wait…” She thought, feeling her lower body tense as more weird thoughts came around. Something was happening. “What do I have to do??” She wondered, just spinning around and looking at the walls. “I don’ know where I am.” She thought, feeling what she thought were drops of water hit her feet. She looked down. Pee pittered out of her, sprinkling her thighs and feet. Julie squirmed, “Emmm…” She moaned, she didn’t understand. “Why it doing that?” She thought. Something felt like she needed to go somewhere to stop this. She didn’t know where that was, so she aimlessly walked to the door. Pulling her thumb out of her mouth, it gripped the knob wet. She twisted it, then pulled it open. The hallway didn’t offer any clarity, just more dizzy disorientation.

“Emm…” Julie moaned uneasily again. She didn’t know where to go. She’d never been here before. It felt scary. The bottom of her eyelids felt watery. A squirt of pee dribbled down her leg. “Ah!” She squeaked, looking down. The main stream that ran down her leg felt warm, while tiny droplets felt cold as they started evaporating.

“What is this stuff??” She thought frantically, it wasn’t stopping. More of it dribbled out of her body and down her leg. Julie felt a sinking dismay powder her emotions. Her legs followed by beginning to crumple.

“Ehh… Ehhehh…” Julie whined, nothing made sense. Where she was, what was happening, where to go. Her naked butt hit the rug, leaning up against a wall. The tears on her eyelids grew too big. One tipped over, streaking down her cheek. “Eehhaaah.” Her mouth stayed open. Julie needed help.

“Eaaah! AAaahh!!” She cried out, calling for anyone. More tears started cascading down her eyes. A black wet patch grew expanded right below her. A thin waterfall of pee flew out of, and directly onto the floor. Julie could feel it soaking in underneath her buttcheeks. She didn’t understand why this feeling kept following her. She didn’t like it. She wanted it to just go away. Funneling that irritation into her eyes, Julie released into a full whale.

“AHHHH!!! E-h-AHhhHH!” She screamed, this time meaning it. She needed help NOW. Snot started running out of her nose.

“Sweetie, Sweetie!” Kim’s voice echoed from down the hall. Her figure appeared, quickly running over to Julie. She knelt next to her. “Oh my goodness, Sweetie. What happened?? Where’s your diaper??” Kim asked, Julie just looked at her. It was soothing seeing a familiar face. Especially someone like Kim who took care of her. She quieted to a whimper, tears still running down her blustery cheeks.

“I duwnno…” She barely breathed out of her lips.

“Aww, you’re a mess. We need to get you back in a diaper. I don’t know how you got out of it. You’re not supposed to fickle with it, Honey. Otherwise, you’re going to get all messy like this. Come on.” She said, grabbing her arms and then pulling her up. Julie let her guide. She felt hope soothe the scary feelings of dismay. Kim led her right back into the bedroom.

“Ohp, there it is. You got out of your nighttime diaper. Why’d you do that silly girl? You’re supposed to wait until I change you into your daytime diaper.” Kim said, guiding her back to the bed. She laid her down perpendicular to the bed, right next to the open diaper. She could smell the pee again.

Julie didn’t know what to say, she felt so small underneath Kim. Her thumb had found its way back into her mouth. She simply shrugged, eliciting a goofy smile.

“You don’t know!” Kim teased, “Of course, you don’t! Don’t do it again, okay?” She asked motherly. Julie nodded up and down, watching as Kim walked toward a closet. She opened it, then pulled out a white rectangle. Unfolding it into a disposable diaper as she walked back to Julie.

“Let’s get you back into a nice dry diaper. No more worries. It’s gonna make it allll better” Kim said, “Wouldn’t you like that? Huh?” Kim asked, tickling Julie’s tummy. It made her squirm in place. She giggled, feeling happy excitement swirl into soothing excitement. She felt deep relaxation lay gently on her shoulders. She didn’t have to worry, Kim was here.

She patted her butt. Instinctually, Julie lifted. Feeling plastic slide underneath. When she plopped back down, she felt the familiar feeling of puffy padding. Kim adjusted the bottom, making sure it lined up correctly. Satisfied, she lifted the center up between her legs. Once again, padding separated her inner thighs.

“You’re looking happier,” Kim said, stretching out the first tape. “Would you like it if you watched some TV while I made you lunch? It’ll make you feel better.” She asked, getting the top two in place. Julie’s eyes lit up immediately. Her brain latched onto that idea like an eagle’s talons. Shooty arrows directed her head to shake up and down vigorously.

“Westh!! Wethhh!” She said, bobbing up and down excitedly. Kim noticed the lisp from Julie’s thumb. She pulled a yellow pacifier off the nightstand, then stuck it in Julie’s mouth. The tapes were finished.

“Here that way you don’t get your hands all gooey. Okay! Go pick out an outfit and then you can watch.” Kim said, smiling as Julie jumped up from the bed. She scuttled to the closet. An array of bright colors blinked like amusement park lights. She wanted to be girly. She picked a white shirt, and pink overalls.

“Dees ones!” She said, waddling back and throwing them on the bed. Kim happily helped Julie put her arms through the shirt holes. Guiding her feet through the bottom of the overalls, then lifting them until they met her diapered crotch. The buttons were too difficult for Julie to attempt. Kim knew that, doing them in the end. She looked too cute in her outfit. Her blonde hair matched the yellow pacifier bobbing in and out. Kim spent a couple of moments adjusting her clothing. Making sure that everything was perfectly aligned. Her diaper peaked out two inches above the overall waistline.

“Alright follow me!” Kim said, motioning to follow as she walked out of the room. Julie followed, her eyes catching a glimpse of teal on the nightstand as she got up. It was her phone. She stood there for a moment.

“My phone.” Julie’s thoughts touched cool metal. She grabbed it, looking at the screen. Dozens of calls and text messages from Liz, emails from work, their weight rushed into her head.

“No, wait. What am I.. doing??” She thought, looking down at the diaper poking out of her overalls. She scoffed. “I’m wearing a diaper again!?”

“Julie!” Kim yelled out, “TV time!” She said,

Julie’s face looked away from the phone. Instead, out the bright window. Church bells rang louder than the important thoughts. It felt good to dump them and give in to the fuzzy. She saw flashes of bright cartoons. Telling her it was alright to do that. She dropped her phone into one of the overall pockets.

“Coming!” She yelled, spinning around and speeding out of the room.

She ran down the hall breathing excitingly in and out. She stopped at the top of the stairs. They looked so long and scary. They were carpeted though, meaning if she fell they’d be okay. Julie grabbed onto the railing, slowly guiding herself down the steps.

The living room and kitchen were connected through an open floor plan. Metal pans clinked together as Kim pulled one out of a drawer. Julie waddled to the couch directly facing the TV screen. Julie felt boring gray through her brain. The TV was playing the news.

“The youth today need to be protected. They can’t make decisions. My daughter just graduated high school a couple of months ago. My wife picks her clothes out every morning now. It’s easier, there’s no hassle in the morning after the morning change. It just works.” The talking head said to an assembled table of other talking heads.

“I’ll change the channel in a minute dear! I’m laying out the nuggets.” She said, ripping open the top of a frozen bag. They spilled out like rocks onto the tray.

“I completely agree. How can they be expected to know what they want to wear when they can’t even keep their pants dry? My son has been back in diapers for about a month now. He loves them. And I love him in them! It didn’t take long for him to completely give up on the toilet. It’s great he can just play all day, and I get my little boy back!” She said Julie was so bored from the bland broadcast that it hurt. She welcomed the sound of Kim walking toward the couch.

*Knock Knock*

“Hm..” Kim muttered, turning toward the front door instead of the couch. She looked through the peephole. “Oh, I think it’s the girl scouts!” She exclaimed, Julie looked over curiously as Kim opened the door.

From front to back stood Liz, Avery, and Morgan.

“Hello, good morning Ma'am. We’re here with the local church. We’re uh, asking for donations.” She stated, coming off rehearsed yet still nervous. Julie felt cooling clarity in her eyes. The tension she felt looking at her phone came back. She stood up from the couch.

“Wait, damnit. What am I… doing here??.” Julie thought, her adult mindset building back into her subconscious. She fed into that feeling. Closing her eyes for a moment, she shook her head. When they opened, she walked behind the couch. The three of them looked at her. Liz made a motion with her head.

“The local Baptist? Prespretaryian? I don’t usually donate to anyone outside of my church. Are you selling anything?” Kim asked.

“Uhm, Baptist? No, we're just looking for donations. That’s.. a good idea though.” Liz said, looking tersely at Morgan. Julie had to act fast. There was a doorway to the outside near the foot of the staircase. She bolted to it.

“Well let me get my checkbook,” Kim said, starting to turn around.

“NO WAIT!” Morgan yelled, Kim, looked flabbergasted. Julie’s hand touched the door handle. “Um…” She uttered, thinking on her feet, “We only accept cash.” She said, flashing a smile to ease the awkward look from Kim.

“Oh, well, I might have a few dollars in my purse.” She said, turning around, this time without interruption. Julie closed the door strategically with the door handle closed, so it wouldn’t make a noise as it closed. It was tough to run with the weight of the diaper between her legs. Running down the wooden steps, she regretted nothing was on her feet. Each stray rock on the ground dug into her. Quickly she rounded the house to the driveway.

“I only have four dollars, but thank you girls! How’s school going for all of you? It looks like you’re all just starting to learn your numbers?” Kim asked, her expression going from jovial to investigative. “Hold on, where are your parents?” She asked, moving to look out the door. Avery grabbed the doorknob.

“Thanks, goodbye!” She yelled, pulling it close. “GO!” Avery yelled.

“Real smooth.” Liz remarked while turning around. They each sprinted away from the door. Kim opened it right as they got off the front porch.

“Hey! HEY! Wait a second!” She yelled, running out of the porch. Julie opened the passenger front door. She slipped in, jumping into the seat. It felt weird. Liz opened the driver's door, jumping in herself. Avery and Morgan opened the back, both running in. The engine started. Kim was feet from the car as it started backing up. She was flailing her arms around. She chased after them as they pulled out of the driveway. It was clear they weren’t stopping. When they reached the road, she pulled out her cell phone and started dialing.

“Fuck I didn’t think she was going to chase after us like that!” Morgan yelled out from the back seat.

“Julie, are you okay??” Avery asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. Julie’s eyes were down in her lap.

“Y-yeah.” She said, although clearly, she seemed distraught.

“What’s wrong?” Avery said Julie felt weird saying it. The embarrassing feelings from this morning resurfaced. Her diaper was wet. She didn’t realize it until she sat down and squished. It wasn’t much, but it was warm enough to be noticeable. It didn’t make sense, it hadn’t even been that long. Her hands wrung in between her legs as she uncomfortably squeezed them together.

“I.. wet my diaper.” She said sheepishly. Intense shame ducked her head down. She didn’t want to look any of them in the eye. The bottom of her eyelids felt watery again.

“You found a diaper?? Where?” Morgan asked intriguingly.

“Kim put me in one.” Julie admitted.

“It’s okay, um, it… happens?” Liz said. That didn’t make her feel better. “All that running, maybe? You can take it off when we stop.” Liz said, but Julie knew that wasn’t going to happen. Her mind physically couldn’t imagine anything else around her waist. It was supposed to be in a diaper. She felt jealous knowing her friends didn’t need them.

“Sure..” She lied. “How did you guys find me?” Julie asked to change the subject. She turned around, “Wait where’s Briana? What happened??” She said frantically, feeling wispy memories from their home invasion.

“Briana is…” Liz started to say.

“...back at the apartment.” Avery finished, they spoke with clear unease.

“She’s fucked, Julie.” Morgan blurted out, “Whatever he did to her, it’s changed her.” Morgan said, Julie looked back in disbelief. “Yeah, she’s barely even verbal. We’ve been using towels to keep her from making a mess.” She said,

“Jesus…” Julie said, “I can’t believe it.”

“It’s sad,” Liz admitted. “But, there is some good news.”

“Oh, yeah! Liz tell her!” Morgan exclaimed.

“We have damning evidence of what he’s doing. The night you guys went into the house, I went in after you missed the comeback time. I found a DSLR camera with a bunch of different photos on it of all these girls. I even found myself as crazy as it is.” Liz explained, Julie finally smiled.

“Oh, my god!! Liz!! You did it!!!” She exclaimed, clapping once out of joy. “That’s PERFECT! That makes all of this craziness worth it!!”

“That’s part of how I found you all. I managed to escape once I got it. I staked out his house the next day. He put you all in a car and brought you to different homes across town. They were all close to where you live. It was strange, all he had to do was talk to them then they took you.” Liz said.

“Huh.” Julie said, not sure where to push the investigation in her mind. “Well, it’s okay. We found the camera. Liz, you're amazing!” Julie said joyfully.

“We’re getting out of here.” Avery said, “With this evidence, we’re thinking we get out of town away from his influence. Bring this to a real police department…” Avery trailed off.

Blinking red and blue lights flashed in the rearview mirror. Liz gripped the steering wheel, letting off on the gas.

“Were you speeding?” Avery asked.

“No, I was going the speed limit.” Liz responded. Their car slowed, pulling over to the side, then came to a stop. The lights pierced through the back of the car. Everyone’s face was illuminated blue and red.

“Just, be calm. We didn’t do anything wrong.” Morgan said.

“It must have been her.” Julie muttered. No one responded. The sound of the door clunked close. A state trooper walked up to the car. His uniform was perfect. He tapped on the front window. Liz rolled it down.

“Hello Officer, wha-” Liz said, he cut her off.

“Is this your vehicle?” He asked directly.

“Um, it’s my friend's car.” She responded, rolling her knuckles on the steering wheel in anxiety. He looked in, staring intensely at Julie for a couple of seconds. He leaned back, pressing the button on his radio.

“Code 8, Camac street.” He said.

Julie had a gut feeling about what that meant, the memory of Kim dialing her phone still fresh. They were coming. She looked down at the cupholder. Liz’s half-used pepper spray sat in it. She felt a deep impulse in the back of her mind. It doubled, then quadrupled. She felt Daddy’s voice to sabatoge.

“Ma’am I’m going to need you to turn your car off and step out of the- AWH!” He yelled hot spray ejected into his eyes.

“JULIE WHAT THE FUCK!?” Liz screamed.

“DRIVE!!!” Morgan screamed from the back, Liz didn’t have time to think. She saw the trooper pull the gun out of his holster. Yet again, the pedal hit the bottom of the mat. Tires screeched off the asphalt. Aimlessly a stray bullet punched through the license plate.

“Julie why the FUCK did you do that!?” Liz yelled, keeping her eyes on the road as they raced down it.

“I-i.. eh.. He was going t-to arrest us! A-and probably do baby stuff to us!” She lied, thinking of it on the spot to cover up the mistake. The dark impulse subsided. Julie knew it was disgraceful, but it felt good to please it.

“What are you even talking about!?” Liz said

“This, whole fricken town is messed up! Have you not noticed that every adult is looking at us like we’re children?? The news at Kim’s house was talking about diapering highschoolers!! What did I do? What the fuck is that!?” Julie yelled, trying to defend herself.

“Yeah, but you don’t attack a police officer!” She argued.

“Way too far, Julie.” Avery said, “But… she might have a point, Liz.” Avery said, “I don’t trust the cops or anyone here one second. Mr. Kearson, the person Morgan and I were with, was out getting diapers when Liz showed up. Going on and on about how shocked he was we were ‘that well potty trained.’ It’s not just us, people are changing. He might have taken us to baby jail.” Avery said, holding onto the seat in front of her as they twisted and swerved through the street.

“Baby jail?” Liz said, “We just ASSAULTED a police officer. Every cop in the county is going to be looking for us. Do any of you realize how deep we’re in it now??” She yelled. Julie felt crushing regret she so easily gave into his commands.

“I’m sorry guys… I just did it…” She said, trying to atone. No one said anything.

“We need to get off the road ASAP. My apartment is close. We get there, ditch the car, grab some bags, and try to get out of there on foot. Does anyone have any better ideas??” She said the weight of their decision started setting in.

“I guess not.” Morgan said. Liz drove 80 mph down residential roads. Carving up the street until they reached her apartment. She pulled into the driveway, and into the garage. Each of them immediately got out of the car. Slamming doors then immediately running into the house.

“Kacy!?” Liz yelled out. “Kacy we need to talk!” She yelled, walking through their front door which led into their kitchen. She walked through the room, stopping in her tracks at the sight in front of her.

“Heeeyyy! You’re back!” Kacy mused in a cute childish tone, ripping the nipple of an enlarged baby bottle out of her mouth. She and Briana were curled up together on the floor. Both of them are naked except for disposable diapers around their waist. Cartoon dinosaurs were printed on them. From the looks of it, they needed a change.

“Hewyyy wawee wee!” Briana gurgled, sitting up excitingly on her knees. Her excitement was too much to contain. She bounced up and down on her legs. Each time she pushed off her knees, another dribble of pee bounced out of her.

“W-where did you get all this? Why are you watching the TV!? I told you not to!” Liz said, shielding her eyes as she walked up to the outlet. She ripped the cord from the wall.

“HEY!” The two of them yelled out.

“Kacy, we need to leave, NOW. We, Julie, just attacked a cop.” She said, motioning to the group that walked in behind her. Kacy started giggling.

“Well, why did you do that??” She said, giggling as she got up from the ground.

“I don’t know. Ask her.” She said, pointing at Julie. She looked down at her feet. Liz started walking toward the bedrooms. Kacy followed behind her. “What are you doing, Kacy?? Don't you have class all day. Did you seriously blow it off to act like a baby with Briana??” She said, walking into her room. She grabbed her backpack leaning up on the side of the wall. Dumping out its contents onto her bed. “Do you recognize how ridiculous that sounds!? You’re a grad student. Gosh put on a shirt will you?” Liz said, she threw a T-shirt out of her closet. Kacy side-stepped away from it.

“Why are you acting like such a big kid?” She responded with sass.

“What!? Because I, WE, are big kids!” Liz said, shooting back a confused dirty look. She started shoveling clothes from her closet into the backpack.

“Dr. Allen said we didn’t have to take the test today. We could go home and wear diapies if we wanted to instead.” She said, “Alotta dem were wearing diapers already. I was the weird one for still wearin’ big girl clodes. So maybe thinks about that.” Kacy said, she felt frustrated with Liz questioning her lifestyle choice. Anger easily brimmed to the surface of her face. As if to make a point, she started peeing in her already drooping diaper.

“He told you to go home and wear diapi- diapers?” Liz asked seriously.

“Yeah! I wen to da store afta an’ they had sooo many new things there. I got every thin’ I wannaed.” She said, Liz could barely take her seriously with her lisp, full diaper, and pigtails.

“Whatever Kacy. I can’t do this right now. I need to think. Gosh, why am I the one who has to babysit all of you!?” She asked herself exasperated. She opened a shoebox sitting on the floor of her closet. Inside it was the camera. It went into the backpack.

In the living room, Julie knelt next to Briana.

“Briana?” She asked, looking for any sign of intelligence. Briana just looked at her, falling back down on her crinkly butt.

“Aehgh..” She muttered, shoving the side of her hand into her mouth. She half sucked, half chewed on it. Julie knelt closer to her.

“Briana, I know you’re in there, how many fingers am I holding up?” She asked, flashing four. Briana was enamored by the sudden shapes in front of her. Faint neurons buzzed, knowing they meant something. Her pupils appeared to focus on the demonstration in front of her. She felt attention tighten the muscles at the top of her brain. She dropped her head forward, trying to get a closer look. Something was happening. The tightening relaxed, spilling down in her head back into potent gassy dopamine.

Morgan couldn’t stop staring at Briana’s diaper. Especially once she realized she was pissing herself. She bit the bottom of her lip. She squeezed her legs together, imagining the presence of a dense, warm mass between them. Her nails started itching her arms.

“I don’t think she’s in there, Julie.” Avery said, “We’ve tried talking to her multiple times. All we’ve gotten out of her are grunts. Whatever he did to her, it was permanent.” She said, Julie felt emotional. They had only known each other for a few days, but this hurt. She was right next to her when it happened. She could recall faint images of him plunging the needle into her arm.

“Are you guys ready? We need to think of a plan.” Liz said, walking back into the room. She had a full backpack on.

“I don’t have much, I wouldn’t mind some shoes,” Julie said, wiggling her toes. “I’m size 7.”

“I’m size 8, maybe they’ll be a little big? There’s some by the back door.” Liz said, pointing to it. Julie walked over to start trying them on.

“Who dat?” Kacy said, pointing out the window. Multiple police cars were parked out on the street. A group of men in SWAT uniforms was running up their walkway, holding a battering ram.

“COME ON!” Liz screamed, grabbing Kacy’s shoulder. She pulled her toward the back door.

“What is…!?” Julie said, looking up with only one shoe on. “Ahh!” She screamed, randomly grabbing another one. She opened the door for Kacy and Liz.

*BANG BANG*

“OPEN THE DOOR THIS IS THE POLICE” Yelled out from the external front door.

“Leave her, come on let’s go!” Liz yelled to Morgan and Avery standing next to Briana. Liz, Kacy, and Julie slipped through the back door. Avery took one step forward, but Morgan held her arm out.

“Wait.” She said, turning to her.

“What are you doing!? Go!!” She said, trying to push past her. But Morgan held her in place.

“This is our chance, Avery.” She said, a greedy look on her face.

“What are you talking about!?” She asked desperately.

“We can be Baby.” She said. Avery didn’t know what to say. Her immediate response to escape was subdued by an intense urge to go along with it. The option was staring her right in the face. She could escape, and stay an adult if she wanted. But Morgan was right. If she wanted to throw that all away for a life of diapers…

“No.” Avery said, pushing past her. “Morgan come on!” She said. Morgan grabbed her hand. Pulling her back in. She pressed in between Avery’s leggings.  Diapers wrapped around each rational thought in Avery’s mind. She didn’t have to try. Nobody would know, or expect anything different out of her. It felt so naughty.

“Think of all the Baby time we’ll finally have. Our pissy messy diapers.” She said, Morgan, spread her legs apart. She started pissing. Dark stains formed in her jeans, and streaks started running down. Strong babyish desire dominated her concious. It was all irrational, and clearly sexually charged, but that’s what made it so good. “It’s what a baby would do…” She thought.

“M-morgan it’s our life…” She weakly defended, hearing another bang. Wood chips flew out of a hole forming in the door.

“Do it. If we play dumb, they’ll think we’re just like Briana. They won’t send us to jail. You know how fucked up this town is now. We’re probably going to end up like her anyways.” She said, dropping onto the floor. Sticking a thumb in her mouth. “Just start fake crying with me.” Morgan said. The choice was right there in front of her. The neural addiction in her brain overwhelmed her adult thoughts. She could push it out if she tried.

Delicious baby greed hijacked her rational thought one last time. She saw the wet spot on Morgan, then the mush of Briana’s diaper. She suddenly wanted it desperately. Sloppy gross mess wrapped tight around her body. All there by accident.

Her butt hit the floor too the moment the door smashed open. Piss drenched the front of her jeans. She went further, pushing the mess out into her jeans. “That way they’ll really know I need diapers…” She thought, stamping out the last of her adult thoughts. The door smashed open.

“THREE INFANTS IN HERE, KEEP MOVING!” The first wave yelled out. They ran past them. Morgan’s body flushed with pleasure, seeing in real time her plan had worked. They were going back into diapers. With the coast clear, a sergeant and his men walked in. They looked down at the thumbsuckers.

“These poor children.” The sergeant said. “Round 'em up, we’ll take care of them.”

Chapter 5

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.