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The Call of Coddling Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-09-28 22:02:06 +0000 UTCWaking up—again. Despite my disdain for the morning sun, I’m thrilled each time I get to wake up in my dorm room now. Ever since my time as a sentient diaper in Alpha House I've learned to appreciate things like that a little more. My whole world presents less of a problem overall actually. It's pretty hard to complain about a lot of things when you've experienced being a demon's toilet before.
The haze of the previous night's drinking still sits heavily with me. Just because my zeal for life is there doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy it my way. I’m lucky that there aren't any classes demanding my attention today as I’ve got a laundry list of chores weighing down my pocket.
Doing those means actually getting out of bed, the greatest hurdle of all. The comfort of my blankets cradling me threatens to make me turn this into a day in bed. However, the dangerously low amount of a certain item in my wardrobe makes me think better of it.
With a sigh I toss aside the blanket in a dramatic manner, knocking it to the floor and out of my reach… damn it. Well, if I have to get up anyways, then who cares if the comforter gets as little dirty. Immediately the cold October air creeps over my bare skin. Leave it to a 200-year-old building to really let in the cold Massachusetts air.
“Yeah real great Miskatonic U—historical preservation is worth your students catching hypothermia in their fucking dorms!” I say.
Were there any warmth to the room I’d actively be sweating whiskey again like so many nights before. "Thankfully" the cold clings to me aggressively, but rather than fight it I jump out of bed, dashing for the warm security of my shower. Between my legs my nighttime diaper rustles.
My waist is the only part of me actually covered, but the interior isn’t any warmer than the air of my room. Instead, it’s cold and clammy, soaked to the core with however many nighttime wettings my body had decided to dispense.
The joys of sleeping naked were long gone for me ever since I returned from Alpha House’s basement. I was prone to make a mess if I wasn’t diapered at all times now, a fact that took me several days to come to grips with. I could even still hear Bridget or Baylee or Brixleigh—whatever the fuck her name was—laughing in my head whenever it happened. It pissed me off to no end.
So now I need diapers and sometimes I still dream about those eldritch sorority sluts and see them out of the corner of my eye. BUT at least I'm me again, living my life as a human again.
On my way to the bathroom I pass my mirror with the little printed message that I taped there, something from a game I remember Gabby liking. “Despite everything, It’s still you.” the little piece of paper said. I’m not really one for sappy shit like that, but it hits after everything that happened.
I see the me that had been missing for so long. My brown hair and green eyes, the slightly chubby cheeks, all the good stuff that actually makes me… me. The only thing out of place is that damn diaper, the pink monster wrapped around my wide hips and so swollen with piss the exterior looks like a stretched balloon close to bursting.
If it wasn’t for the color it wouldn’t be so bad, but every diaper I buy turns pink, always that same hideous pastel pink that reminds me of those Alpha house bitches. I turn away from the mirror with a frown, remembering the comfort of my dorm’s shower is waiting in the other room.
All I have to do is rip away one tape of my diaper and the whole thing will follow along with gravity. It’s pulling hard on my hips and threatening to plop onto the tile of my bathroom.
I haven’t even pulled off the last tape and it falls, the ruffled leak guards brushing my legs as they go. It hits the floor with a heavy plop just as I’d predicted, the sound of which I choose to ignore, before I step out of it.
I toss the used thing into the diaper genie I had to buy. Who knew they made extra-large versions for adult diapers? I certainly didn't until I did some research on the web. The shower felt divine, with the water banishing the cold from my bones in a matter of moments.
As the water ran down my face, I closed my eyes looking to protect them from the not-quite-scalding liquid. I thought I saw a flash there in the darkness behind my eyelids. This was something I was relatively familiar with; ever since what happened at the sorority it's been difficult to avoid seeing those things in dark places.
Problem was, that wasn’t what I saw. It was dark for once, without any terrifying visions of universe-engulfing mouths. In an effort to chase that sensation of non-haunted peace I kept them closed, hoping it would continue. However the longer I stared the more I noticed that the darkness moved.
Like writhing snakes made of shadows, the space behind my eyes twisted and turned, curling fingers of smoke obscuring something greater.
“Come”
A single word drifted into my brain, lacing its way through my thoughts. At this, my eyes flew open. I wasn’t ready for that insidious whisper and something about it hit my brain wrong. I’d been party to odd shit before, even creatures speaking into my brain, but this was different. It sent annoying jolts down my spine that screamed danger on a grand scale. I hated it.
Thanks to my last prior experiences I knew the best choice was to ignore it instead of pursuing it, so that’s exactly what I did. I stamped out that feeling of danger and finished my shower.
Back in my freezing room, I looked around, deciding how to start my day. I should…
- Get dressed in something casual for my chores, maybe some jeans and a hoodie would look alright. First thing's first though, there's a fresh diaper with my name on it.
- Throw on something more elaborate: can’t take on the day unless I’m looking like the best damn queen of darkness in town. Plus it’ll probably hide the diaper better.
- Go against my instincts and close my eyes again. Who can really ignore a scary whisper? (hint—not me)
- Listen, I gotta relax after all that. Who could blame me for taking private time for myself with a magic wand?
