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Demonic Possession and Diapers Part 10
🕑 Added 2022-10-15 23:18:32 +0000 UTCSadly for Jackie, her insistence that she needed her spellbook slipped from her head pretty soon. Instead her attention switched to the puppet show on the TV, enjoying it until her mom put her to bed. She easily drifted to sleep, her padding growing warm with the spray of another accident soon after. It swelled rapidly between her legs, crawling across her bed like a plastic-backed slug that turned from white to neon yellow at an unrelenting pace, almost as if it wouldn't stop until it hung over the bed's edge, though thankfully it stopped before that. She roused from her slumber long enough to decide it was a problem for Mommy to deal with in the morning before promptly cuddling up and drifting off.
Day 6
Waking up on Saturday was very much a change from what the rest of the week had provided. She roused from her nightly nightmare of losing herself to babyish tendencies with a surprisingly clear head. Without her mom distracting her with the television Jackie was able to think somewhat clearly, at least enough to remember her all-important goal of the book.
Her body was still tired, however, and she struggled to shift off the mattress with the piss-filled diaper around her waist. By her estimate, it was nearly eighty pounds of soaked absorbent padding that completely defied logic.
“Mwy bwody cahn’t mawke fis muhch pee-pee.” Jackie’s thoughts were still tinged with a layer of babyish babble but she could rationalize that the reality she found herself in was not what it should have been. It took several minutes to roll off the bed with the heavy diaper but she eventually made it to the floor, landing on her hands and knees. The soggy padding followed the trajectory of her body, hitting the floor with a heavy squelching thud.
Jackie regretted her plan to roll off the bed given the weight strapped around her waist. She landed hard, the carpet, only able to soften her landing so much. She let out an annoyed groan at the jolt of dull pain running through her but quickly changed her tune when she saw that her landing had put her hand directly in line with the corner of the book that’d slipped under the bed.
“Mwuy bwook!” Jackie exclaimed in her head, excitedly pulling out the worn leather book with its brass fittings. Her fingers struggled with the clasp that locked a leather strap in place. it lay across the pages like a seal, trapping the forbidden knowledge inside.
Her fingers slipped and slid across the clasp as she tried to open it. Her immediate thought was that it shouldn't be this hard, that her fingers should have been more dexterous. At this point, it was like she was trying to maneuver with mitts on her hands.
*click*
The brass latch swung open leaving the locking leather strap to fall away. Jackie greedily worked her clumsy hands under the cover to flip open the tome. The worn pages of the book crackled slightly as she turned them, threatening to crumble under her touch. She cursed her new ham-handed approach to handling the book, moving laboriously slow to try and preserve it.
It almost hurt her brain to focus on the task at hand. The childish thoughts were always on the verge of taking over her mind and pushing out the all-important goal of mending her curse. This was made worse by her slow pace. It was almost as if turning three pages took 10 minutes a piece.
By the time she reached the first page of information, her mom came in just in time to interrupt her frenzied eyes dancing over the page.
“Ohhh it looks like somebody’s awake! You even got out of bed and grabbed a picture book to look at while you waited for mommy to come change you. How cute!”
Jackie paid little attention to her mother, the sentiment of treating her like a baby nothing new at this point. Her inability to decipher any of the text on the page however was very new and highly disturbing. She could parse out the individual ABCs to a certain extent, meaning the book was written in English, but stringing them together into words and sentences seemed impossible for her brain’s cognition.
Jackie’s mother lifted her daughter away from the floor, leaving her grasping for the pages as she was pulled away. Distressed babbling left Jackie’s mouth. Her mother quickly bounced her in her arms, not even affected by the 80-pound sack of piss strapped around her daughter’s waist while trying to soothe her.
“You can return to your picture book after I change you Jackie. I promise, okay? I just can’t leave you in that filthy diaper.”
Jackie glowered a little but relented to the treatment. Given that while she was in this state her mother seemed to have super strength and Jackie physically couldn’t communicate with her, the rebellion was fruitless anyways.
Luckily her mother’s efficiency in changing her had remained stable despite the massive size of her padding. Within minutes she had a fresh bean bag chair sized diaper around her waist while her mom carted the other one away.
Jackie returned to her book with fresh padding but her comprehension remained lacking. The sigils within the pages of the tome made up of simple shapes sparked hope in Jackie’s mind that if she could string together an important word next to one of them she could maybe piece together the ritual that could cure her affliction.
Hours of poring over the books yielded nothing but a headache for Jackie who couldn’t understand the words contained within no matter how hard she tried.
Time passed, meals were fed to her in the form of dinosaur nuggets with bottles, and more diapers were taped between her legs, and Jackie persisted in returning to the book. Without even realizing it her hands drifted toward a box of nearby crayons on the floor. With a shake of her head, she dismissed the urge to descend into coloring in the fun shapes all over its dusty pages.
When Jackie’s mother entered the room for the last time that day she found her daughter using the tome as a pillow, with a line of drool dribbling down onto one of the pages. Several colored wax tubes littered the floor around her. She cooed about the adorableness of the situation before putting her daughter to bed, being careful so as not to wake her.
Jackie wasn’t aware of any of this because by this point she’d firmly been trapped in her dreams for the evening.
She sat in the hazy reality of the Arkham Nursery room that matched her room to a tee. The dream started in the middle of an activity—as most did—with a half-built castle stood in front of her. However, something was different in this dream. For the first time she wasn’t alone. A shadowy figure loomed above her in the nursery.
Jackie clambered backward away from the figure, fear coursing through her just at the sight. It was just a shadowy shape but its outline was curvy and feminine. Other than that the figure had no real distinguishing features that Jackie could make out.
Until it smiled.
The surface of its face cracked open with a sickening pop, revealing sharp white teeth that marred the void of the figure’s otherwise uniform darkness. Jackie’s breathing became heavy as she continued staring at the thing helplessly.
It spoke in a sweet tone, a juxtaposition that shocked the diapered dreamer.
“Finally, It seems I can reconstitute enough to enter your dreams. I didn’t expect that curse to take as much out of me as it did. It makes sense though, since I did put my all into it.” The figure took a step toward Jackie, its smile still beaming menacingly.
“I should be back to full strength tomorrow, meaning the fun can start over again little Jacqueline. I suspect you’re not ready for that given how… useless you’ve become over the last week. It’s a shame really. You’d have been so much more fun if you could fight back a little. That silly expensive book would have even helped you.”
Jackie’s eyes widened. She was understanding now that this was the thing plaguing her. The monster she’d seen flashes of in the mirror had finally revealed itself.
Jackie pushed herself up off the floor, fighting against the weight of her diaper with her shaky legs. She wouldn’t let this demon get the better of her. This was her dream, she could fight back here!
The shadow figure chuckled. “Ooh scary,” it said, putting its hands up in mock fear. “I won’t be here long Jacqueline, your dream is almost over anyway. I just wanted to propose some fun is all.”
Jackie cocked her head curiously.
“The curse is almost cemented. If the cursed object isn’t removed from your person by tomorrow at 2 pm you’ll be like this forever. The effects will be permanently transferred to you, but if you can figure out what it is and how to “remove” it you’ll return to normal. I’ll even give you a hint as to what the item is since I’m so nice. I cursed it as it was going in.”
“The Buttplug!” Jackie exclaimed.
And then she was awake.
Day 7
Jackie blinked profusely to clear her bleary eyes before squinting against the harsh light pouring through her window. For the first time in a week, she’d actually woken up with dry padding, something that was slightly relieving.
She did her normal little routine of tossing and turning to orient herself on her bed. With considerable effort the brunette sat up, rubbing her eyes while the vague flashbacks of her dream ran through her mind.
The shadowy figure in the nursery, her willingness to stand up to it, then there was the curse. Jackie’s eyes widened in realization, the cursed object! She needed to get rid of it, but what was it? Her mind lost that little detail for a moment before the dreaded object became clear in her mind again.
“Tha bwutt pwug!” she thought.
Her eyes flicked to the alarm clock next to her and her face fell as she read the numbers. 1:55.
She had only five minutes to work the monster toy out of her.
As her consciousness had slipped into babyhood over the course of a week, Jackie's attention to the bulky rubber monster in her bottom had waned. She hadn’t even remembered it or thought about the impossibility of not pooping for a week while trapped in the babyish mindset.
Now the thing’s incredible girth being nestled in her bowels was something she couldn’t forget. Every movement and position made her groan uncomfortably, bothered by the rubber rubbing against her inner walls.
Jackie’s hand slowly drifted to the back of her diaper, slipping past the waistband to the space between her cheeks where the base of the plug spread them open with its immense size. Her fingers nervously crept across the skin of her bottom before she gripped the plug's base.
Her fingers rested on the plug for less than a second before she felt an intense heat in her abdomen followed by an unexplainable fullness.
Jackie babbled out of confusion as she looked down to the warmed area of her body only to see the material of her sleep shirt filling out rapidly. Her stomach was bloating and swelling, bulging out as something piled inside it from an unexplained source.
“Wha? Wha hawppawnan?!” she wondered, her hand about to dart away from the plug in her bottom.
In her ear she heard a faint whisper, the hissing voice she remembered from her dream. “Oh I hope you don’t mind. I was holding onto all that food from this week since you decided to plug yourself up. Now that you’re going to take it out I figured you'd want it back.”
Jackie whipped her head to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of the demoness who was tormenting her, yet all she saw was the time on the clock.
1:57.
With a week's worth of food piling in her gut Jackie figured that plug would be forced out one way or another, but if she could get it out before 2 at least she stood some sort of fighting chance with her adult faculties intact.
She wrapped her digits around the base of the plug in her bottom, giving it a test tug. The thing felt like it could take her entire colon out with it, the rubber gripping against the inner walls of her bowels.
While she fiddled with the plug her belly was still stretching to an impossible degree, threatening the structural integrity of her shirt more and more as it pushed against the straining fabric. Jackie gasped, having gone from feeling stuffed to feeling like she might explode any second. To make matters worse, her mobility was quickly becoming more and more limited.
A solution popped into her mind and she yanked down the back of her massive diaper, using the last free movement she’d get to grab the baby oil her mom had been using during the diaper changes. Jackie spurted globs of the slick oil between her cheeks, lubricating the stem of the plug as much as she could. A few test twists proved that it did move easier now, resulting in the brunette repeating the process until she could start to work the monster out of her.
1:58
Jackie was running out of time, but with her careful work she could feel the large end of the plug starting to spread herself wide. A faint ripping sound could be heard below her and she looked down to see that—much to her simultaneous relief and concern—her shirt could no longer contain the bulk of her belly which had now reached the floor.
The plug luckily was coming loose. As much as she wanted to let go Jackie knew better. Her asshole would re-swallow the toy in an instant, meaning she’d have to go through the whole process again, something she didn’t have time for.
1:59
Jackie was reaching her threshold in many respects. Her stomach had filled to impossible proportions but she was also sure her ass could not spread any wider, the girth of the plug refusing to yield. By now she should have met the widest part of its conical base and it should have started tapering off, but it didn’t. Jackie was stuck with the girth of the thing stretching her to an impossible limit with no end in sight. The agonizing yet pleasurable pull of the rubber toy ruining her anus would be an eternal punishment for her hubris against the demon.
The numbers on her clock flickered, presenting the exact moment of her downfall in digital glowing red. Just as the 1 became a 2 and the 59 became double zeros Jackie felt a faint pop with the widest part of the plug finally making it past the thinnest part of her butthole.
Without hesitation, she tossed the rubber toy to the side, astonished by the massively heavy thump that sounded out behind her. Her immediate instinct was to turn and marvel at its size but her body wouldn’t obey the command, the weight of her bloated belly making it too difficult.
“Fuuuuck how problematic is this gonna be fo—” Jackie’s noisy complaint trailed off as she realized the difference between now and just a few moments ago. Her vocabulary had returned as had her mental faculties along with it.
Jackie wanted to relish her newly regained mental acuity with a whoop and a cheer but instead, her joy was dashed by a deep rumbling from below.
She thought it was the world quaking: an earthquake from a fault shifting maybe or a deep beast below her house letting out a mighty bellow to announce its wrathful accent towards humanity. The brunette's whole body shuddered with each rumble followed by something traveling down through her, like a winding snake slithering towards freedom.
She realized that the tremors weren’t originating from her house or the ground below its foundations but from her! Jackie’s stomach rumbled as it tried to make sense of the sudden deposit of her entire week's worth of food intake.
The cramping followed quickly, with each contraction of Jackie’s internals shaking her stomach. She gasped in tandem with each wave of abdominal pain, trying to rationalize a solution to the problem. “Wh-What do I do?!” she yelled.
Jackie wasn’t sure how to deal with the impossible situation ravaging her body. She wanted to break free and run, maybe get to a toilet, but the way her stomach stretched and filled made any sort of quick movement impossible. The trip to her bathroom would be laborious and terrible. She simply didn’t have time, the activity in her stomach telling her as much.
“Oh my god… I’m going to shit myself.”
The demonic hiss returned beside Jackie’s ear as something pulled the lowered waistband of her diaper over her bottom. “No god here," it chortled, "but yes, you’re going to fill your diaper like the baby you are. Better pull this up, make sure you don’t make a mess.”
Jackie turned to look back but saw nobody was there. Whatever had tugged the back of her diaper up had dematerialized immediately after. She was, as far as she could tell, alone.
The brunette pushed herself up from her hands, and into a kneeling position to test her motor skills. The newly acquired weight of her bulging belly combined with the diapers that’d gotten progressively thicker over the week made balancing hard, and when she tried to stand she found it almost impossible.
It wasn’t like earlier in the week when the babyish fog had decided her hands didn’t need to act like hands—she was literally weighed down by the magic affecting her.
The rolling cramps hit her intermittently as she moved, another challenging barrier that she needed to cross just to exist at the moment. She wanted to at least stand, to prove to the demon and herself that the fight was there. If it were up to her she’d use the toilet like an adult, or at least try.
With considerable effort Jackie shifted her foot underneath her, using one hand on her knee to push herself up from her position close to the ground. She couldn’t tell off hand how much weight she was struggling with between the two, but the exertion was noticeable, so much so she was clenching almost every muscle in her body to pull off her second attempt to stand.
Well, every muscle but one: Jackie’s ass was thoroughly worn out from the massive toy holding it open for so long. That, plus the required widening to take the massive thing out, had left her with atrophied sphincter muscles.
When her stomach and abdominal muscles clenched so too did her bowels, sending the first wave toward the unresponsive gateway. She’d made it to her feet just in time to feel the first push from her bowels forcing a massive solid log of filth out into her diaper.
The mess forcefully rocketed into the back of Jackie’s padding, pushing the tightly packed material away from her. The back tented out for a moment as a cylinder the size of a forearm exited Jackie’s body.
The brunette let out a shocked gasp at the excretion, feeling it break off and drop into the low crotch of her padding. Its heft not only pulled the white crotch of her padding down but threatened to take her with it. Still, the relief of that first push was exquisite. Jackie could feel the weight pulled from her overly full belly and deposited into her padding.
Her breathing grew heavy as she weighed the pros and cons of the situation. “If… If I just accept that this is going to happen one time and help it along I’ll be back to normal. I’ll have my mind back and I can—ungh—I can start fighting this thing.”
Her hands wandered to her still churning stomach. She felt the surface with her fingers, trying to guess how much she’d passed in just that initial push of her bowels.
“I guess… here goes nothing.” Jackie said to herself, bearing all her strength down on the muscles that would move her body’s processes along. She let out a gasp as more solid shit pushed through her body, plopping into the sagging seat of her padding at an astounding rate. Jackie’s body was a factory, churning out fresh “fertilizer” with every push that quickly filled her diaper.
The pile of mush in her diaper grew with each passing second, quickly filling the space between her and the bottom of the padding, which had touched down on the floor after her first “deposit”. A mountain of filth accumulated in the diaper, spreading the plastic shell out from her body several feet in either direction. She’d seen so much that defied reality in the last week, but this easily took the cake for the weirdest thing.
She could have sworn she hadn’t eaten this much in a month much less a week and there’s no way her belly’s contents could have equated to so much shit, especially when her belly was only now down to half its original size.
A wave of exhaustion fell over Jackie as she released the straining hold on her abdominal muscles. She’d held fast for almost three minutes trying to force her body to empty into the padding and yet it just kept coming. The stained diaper threatened to engulf her legs as it grew lumpy and brown. The heat rising from the piled mess in her diaper left her sweating a little.
And the smell! Almost a dozen pounds of shit had no chance of being obscured by the padding’s built-in smell guards. Jackie had effectively gassed herself with her own fumes, making her wish she’d used her few feet of movement to open a window.
Her not actively helping along the process didn’t stop her body’s release either, only slowing it down a bit. The solids had become mushy now, an endless stream of sewage heaping on top of her already substantial accident.
A stream of piss joined the excretion, yellowing the front of her diaper and whatever other part hadn’t been thoroughly stained by the creeping brown discoloration. Jackie sighed again, enjoying the relief rather than fighting it. The fight could come later. She knew she’d lost this battle to whatever the entity was.
Jackie was glad that the trade-off to regaining her mental faculties after a week was a ten-minute hyper shit. This was far more preferable than her time regressed. Her memories of the previous week came flooding back as her diaper bulged further and her stomach shrank steadily. She cringed at the overly childish actions that had her removed from an office supply store and left her in the care of her mother for several days.
She wanted to call it second-hand embarrassment, but she didn’t think that was the right term. Even if she wasn’t in full control, Jackie really has been the one doing all those embarrassing acts.
Her body’s release slowed and petered out as she ruminated on her mom changing her so casually with a shiver and she looked down at the humongous diaper below her.
The nappy around her waist had tripled in size, going from a bean bag chair to a lumpy, odoriferous bed. Jackie hadn’t even realized that her legs were lifted off the floor and she was basically resting on the mound of mush-filled padding. Her thighs were spread wide to accommodate the mass of the thing itself.
Her breathing remained heavy as she examined the wreckage her body caused. Like with her wetting, the diaper had stretched to accommodate the excretions Jackie had deposited within, something that relieved her greatly. Still she was left to deal with the daunting task of cleaning up, something she wished her mom could deal with like she had the past several days.
“Will she see me the same? No, probably not…” Jackie wondered aloud as she shifted again, testing her movement with the weight of the massive diaper around her hips.
If she thought her mobility was reduced before, now she knew it could always be worse. It was near impossible to move. Jackie collapsed her weight into the diaper, feeling exhausted and defeated while wondering what her next step was.
