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Sorority Horror and Pamper Panic!
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1
“I like to go 85 Boom Boom!”
“Let’s go for Alpha Phi”
“I wanna wear red and white Boom Boom”
“Join up with Alpha Phi “
“I like to go 85—”
The sound pierced through the veil of sleep even before my eyes fluttered open to let in the offending light. The bitches were starting early today and I wasn’t nearly ready enough for it. The tail end of summer out here meant it was hot, so I wanted some cool air in this stuffy ass dorm during the night. Fuck me for moving into a dorm next to Alpha barbie's house I guess.
So, I roll out of bed. It’s only an hour earlier than I was expecting anyway but that doesn’t make it suck any less. Rush week is a strange ritual where places like that lure impressionable young girls in and brainwash them into bimbos and sluts. It was only a week away and they were really advertising their “open enrollment.”
“Plus they’re so fucking loud. “ I groan, trudging my tired ass toward the adjoining bathroom. That was the trade-off for this year: I got a single dorm but it’s sitting across from fucking sorority row so there are the plastic fakers whooping it up to pull in a new generation of hoe bags…
The Lavenia looking back at me in the mirror wasn’t really my best self but getting drunk and listening to sad music will do that to you. In an attempt to return to normalcy I did my best to rinse off the whisky sweat and cannabis smell in the shower. Lucky for me there’s an extra hour there to clear off the smudged eyeliner and wash the grease out of my shoulder-length hair.
Mostly I just wanted to stand in the hot water, let the heat melt away the previous night's foolish choices to drink alone and look at witch totem tutorials on the internet. It can’t scrub my brain but that’s okay—at least I step out into the world clean on the outside.
From the bathroom to my closet in one swoop, not bothering with hiding my body from the prying eyes in the shared bathroom or comparing myself to the others. I can walk comfortably nude once I dry off—a feeling I relish. But then I’m standing there staring at the closet hating all of my choices again mostly because they’re going to confine me and cover my skin.
I like my body, my form is toned throughout mostly but my respectable butt remains as my favorite feature. I’m no slouching in the chest department either but it’s nothing to write home about. With the dark hair and eyeliner I give off domme rocker vibes, something I've carefully built over the years to cover the occult nerd underneath.
I decided today isn’t about cultivating that image though. It’s a class day, I’m hungover, and, honestly, the tight skirt and fishnets combo sounds uncomfortable. It’s simple panties, jeans, and a loose horror movie t-shirt for me today. I think it’s from Candyman but I don’t pay much attention, I’m too tired. I just know all my loose shirts are from old horror movies.
With a bomber jacket over the whole ensemble and some sunglasses to protect my eyes from the burning morning sun, I’m ready to slip on my shoes and go out. At least with all this extra time I can get some coffee, maybe read a few chapters of my new book.
It’s just important that I get away from that sound, I can still hear the high-pitched voices that the blond hair dye leaching into their brains is producing. The aggravating giggle… popping my headphones in and letting the smooth sounds of Mogwai drown them out helps, but it stays with me in a nagging way.
Making it to the coffee shop isn’t a challenge. Once past the busy sorority row the quad is more empty. All I have to do is clear the crowds. Keeping my head down until I reach the quieter part accomplishes that well enough and after a hangover-induced blur I’m on the quiet part of the quad, finally appreciating the warm end of the summer morning.
I got lucky at the coffee shack too, only one person there and nobody around—like a dream. Upon walking up I clocked Gabby working today, another miracle. I can see the look of sympathy on her face, or maybe it’s pity, can’t really tell through the sunglasses.
She flashes me that toothy grin, adjusts her insane amount of dark curly hair under the work visor, and fixes her logo emblazoned apron before launching into making me a drink with enough caffeine to make an elephant’s heart explode. A little spills on that green apron she always has to wear but that’s what it’s there for, right? To protect her Gryffindor red Harry Potter shirt.
“So Lavenia,” she starts, getting ready to scold me like mom never did, “did you get too into it last night? What was it this time, The reptilians? Ghouls?”
I want to lie but she knows me too well. “Witch totems and charms.” I say with a sigh, not bothering to explain because I know she doesn’t actually care.
The chuckle she lets out in response catches me and without realizing it I snap back. “Oh, and what did the girls of Beta house do last night eh? Was it math homework or a group Yaoi reading?”
She set the drink down in front of me—the one I invented that she’d affectionately named THE NUKE—and laughed again. “Listen, don’t blame me for your bad choices… and if you really want to know what the illustrious Beta Gamma Omega house was up to, why not ask Hannah? She’s more excited about it than any of us.” I noticed her pointing behind me right where Hannah was standing.
Imagine a stereotypical nerd in an 80’s movie. See it in your mind? That’s Hannah. She’s got braces, glasses, her hair is pulled into pigtails despite this being college, and her jacket is two sizes too big for her. She is also, without a doubt, the nicest person I’ve ever met and my best friend.
She just happens to head the only sorority on campus that I can stand: The Beta House. It makes sense with it being a collection of nerdy girls like her who follow more academic and pop culture based pursuits rather than drinking and getting railed. I’d probably be right there with them if it wasn’t for my more macabre leanings. Different paths don’t mean you stop being friends though, and despite my insistence that I’d never join a sorority, I did spend plenty of time over at Beta house.
The brunette smiled at me, her usual little nervous brace hiding smile, before approaching. I snatched my coffee from the counter, leaving Gabby without a goodbye as I moved to meet my friend halfway.
I’m sure there was some annoyance there but Gabby knew me and wouldn’t stay butthurt about it for long before we were laughing it up and playing whatever game was her latest obsession.
Hannah couldn’t have been happier to see me, practically squealing as she approached. I half-jokingly, half-practicably plugged my ears, signaling to her that I wasn’t exactly in the right headspace for such noise. She gave me her usual chastising, warning me of the dangers of boozing for my liver. I retorted that I liked to have fun and we couldn’t all just read a physics book to get our jollies.
It was good-natured and almost immediately elevated my mood, of course that could have been the coffee. Either way, it was nice to enjoy the quad with her. I got to telling her about the witch totems and their practical uses for aura warding and she talked a little about her rush week preparations and how it was going.
She didn’t get too far into the statement before I caught the sudden flash of bubblegum pink in front of us and then Hannah was plummeting toward the earth faster than I could let out an “Oh shit.”
There was the telltale clatter of glasses on the cement walkway, a sound that always made me cringe. Before I even saw what caused her to trip I was reaching down, lifting the poor girl by the arm to help her to her feet. The glance back I took showed me all I needed to see.
A short pink dress barely able to cover that ridiculous bubble butt, the long, very straight blond hair barely swayed in the morning wind, and the hourglass figure only achieved through a combination of medieval torture methods and daddy's money.
“Brittany.” I hissed out between my teeth, despising the smug smile she was giving in response with every fiber of my being, “What the fuck was that?” I asked, handing Hannah her glasses.
She giggled, the fucking slut actually giggled in response before giving the most disingenuous “Oops~” I’ve ever heard.
I was familiar with Brittany, as was most everyone on campus—she ran Alpha house and had the whole school wrapped around her finger. If there was a tight-lipped, spoiled, rich stereotype, Brittany exemplified it.
“You have to be more careful, you could have hurt her.” I explained, keeping my anger from exploding through the sheer grace of the hangover.
“Like, I’m sure she’s fine aren’t you Hannah?” the blond asked, pursing her lips into some sort of a twisted smile.
Hannah was still shuffling off the ground behind me, gathering her books and things. “It’s okay really,” she said in the mousiest voice I’ve ever heard.
Brittany laughed and turned her back to us, flipping her hair in a dismissal of the situation. “See? I told you it’s fine. Later girls. I’ve got real things to do.” As she click-clacked away in her heels I caught a final comment from her under her breath.
“Like totally not hot…” were the only words that reached my ears but it was enough to set me off. “You BITCH!” I yelled after her, jumping up with a will to fight her despite the fact that the plastic in her face would likely cut my knuckles.
It was Hannah that stopped me, her grip on my shoulder kept me from the expulsion that the fight would have brought. It didn’t change how mad I was, but it did bring me back to my senses enough to redirect my anger.
“Why do you let her get away with that!?” I demanded, probably scaring Hannah more than I needed to.
I couldn’t tell if she was rubbing the back of her head from embarrassment or because it hurt initially but when she refused to look me in the eye I got the gist. There was something she wasn’t telling me, something involving the blonde bimbo that made her easier to forgive.
“Spill it.” I said coldly, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
“Well,” she starts, still avoiding eye contact like I’m going to glare through her—with how mad I am, I just might. “The alpha house girls approached us about helping with rush week. We’re so close to not having enough girls. With three of us graduating we need to recruit a few and it’s a joint effort. The college encourages it.”
I couldn’t stop myself from scoffing, but the noise like a bull snorting before a charge made her cringe, something I noted to apologize for later. “I don’t give a fuck what Miskatonic U encourages. You’re working with the enemy. We’ve hated her since the moment we heard about Alpha house and now you’re falling for the setup to whatever elaborate prank she has planned!”
Hannah tried to explain that it wasn’t really like that but I had no interest in hearing it. She was a big girl and I wasn’t going to protect her. I spun away from her, grumbling as I put the headphones back in to drown out my best friend’s protests.
“Have fun getting fucking Carrie’d!” I yelled behind me, stomping off to my class. Very little could ruin a lecture about the occult in modern America for me but that shit’d pretty much done it.
2
I stayed mad about that for a couple of days, feeling betrayed by my best friend. That meant I was mostly alone though. No Hannah meant no hanging out at Beta's house with her and the girls. I was avoiding the other members anyway on the off chance I’d have to see or interact with one of the Alpha girls.
Instead, it was a couple of nights in my room or coffee shops if the scent of marijuana or booze was getting to be too much. Headphones in with my nose buried in a book—that’s all I needed to be happy.
It was on one of these days that the sound of chair legs scraping across the floor cut through a song right at the quiet part and drew my attention to an intruder at my table.
Kelsey wasn’t hurting anything by sitting next to me but that didn’t change the fact I wasn’t really up for talking to one of Hannah’s envoys of peace. I wasn’t ready to make peace, I was still at war.
Thing was, Kelsey didn’t say anything. She just fidgeted in her Mega-man T-shirt without making eye contact with me. I put down my book of Pagan rituals and popped out the headphones, keeping my gaze locked on the plump girl with a quizzical eye.
“What do you want Kells?” I ask, trying to curb the displeasure in my voice upon noticing her nervous behavior, “Don’t tell me Hannah sent you to talk to me, I’m not up to listen to it. If she wants to make amends, tell her that she should make friends with the Barbie Dreamhouse.”
Kelsey didn’t respond. In fact, she seemed shaken by something, almost afraid. I softened immediately, changing my tone to imply my worry. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Kells, what’s going on? You don’t look good.”
“I-I.” she was having trouble getting the words out. “Listen Lavenia, none of us have seen Hannah in days…” She trailed off, like it was something more horrible than the reality of her taking a trip or something. I thought about it for a minute, so what? Hannah had gone home or something.
It wasn’t that big of a deal. However as the gears turned more and more in my head I realized that didn’t make sense. It was the first week of a new quarter and she had rush week responsibilities to tend to so she wouldn’t have just bailed.
“D-Did she say anything?” I asked, starting to match Kelsey’s fear with my own.
“No. She went to go help Brittany with something at Alpha house and Willow saw her go in but she never came back.”
I nod, taking in all this information. Something in me tells me I should be recording this, so I quickly swap the book in my hand for a pen and start taking shorthand notes of what Kelsey has told me.
“So she’s got to still be in Alpha house,” I say, taking the next logical leap, “It’s not like she just got up and disappeared.”
Kelsey shrugged. “It kinda is Lavy, we’ve been in Alpha house since and they’ve been coming into Beta house with the rush week prep we’ve been doing. There isn’t any sign of her.” She sighed, checking around to make sure nobody was too close to us before whispering out the next part. “There’s something weird about the Alpha house girls too, they’re just plain creepy. I could swear I felt them staring at me a few times, plus if they’re not doing something sometimes I just catch them standing there perfectly still, like statues.”
I kept writing, making sure I got all the important bits. “And what about their aura, can you describe the vibe they give off?”
“W-What? I don’t know, weird?”
That was on me, the question was really obscure so instead, I circled creepy. That might have to be something I figured out myself. “Okay and is it just Hannah missing?” I asked.
“Well no one else has been gone for days per se but I haven’t seen Felicity since last night.”
I mark the name. It’s weird for these beta house girls to not see each other in passing at least. There weren’t a lot of them so they usually would know when they did cross paths.
“Is there anything else Kells? Something that stood out to you as really odd?”
She took a moment, looking up and to the left before answering me. “While we were in Alpha house I had moments where my head hurt and they wouldn’t let me into certain rooms, does that help?”
I didn’t know what to make of it but I marked it in my notebook anyway and nodded. “Everything is helpful.” I said, closing the notebook and standing up.
“Wait!” Kelsey said, stopping me from walking away, “What are you going to do?”
“What any good investigator does Kells,” I replied, “I’m gonna start digging through some weird shit.”
3
That began my watch of Alpha house. It was the one time I was glad I lived above that hellhole because I had a decent view of the comings and goings of everybody there. The part that sucked was there wasn’t a ton to see.
There’d been a couple of parties and occasionally one or two of the blonde balloons left but never more than that. I kept thinking they should have had classes or boyfriends or something but no—as far as I could tell they didn’t go much of anywhere.
What struck me as weirder was that no more than two of them ever left, other than that they were always in there. Days passed and I filled a log of people going in and out but it didn’t line up half the time. For the times I had to go to class I set up a camera and watched it at double speed when I got back. Something was definitely off.
On day four one of my worst fears was realized. I watched a Beta house girl step inside on the footage. From my vantage point, it looked like Cassandra but the video was too blurry to make it out clearly. The calls I made were frantic and halfway unintelligible. First was Cassandra herself but when the phone rang to voicemail my panic just spiked. I tried a couple of Beta house girls, asking if they’d seen her at all.
No one had, not for hours at least. This led to me slamming the phone down and cursing loudly. That was all I needed to know: whatever the fuck Alpha house was doing involved taking in Beta house girls and they weren’t coming back out.
A few more days pass and we’re dead in the midst of rush week and all I’m doing is watching the camera or the house itself. I don’t want to miss a second just in case another one of the Beta girls disappear, seven of them having walked in with no sign of them walking out…
I can’t bring myself to do much else. I feel petrified by this. All my reading on the subject of the occult, and aliens, and monsters doesn’t prepare me for the real horror of my friends one by one disappearing into a sorority house and never coming out. For all I know the Alpha house girls are serial killers and are taking out their rival house one person at a time!
That idea seems as nonsensical to me as the rest though. Beta house isn’t a threat to those girls, not in any capacity. But then, why are they disappearing?
“I need to get closer,” I say to myself, shutting the half full notebook I’ve been taking notes in and standing up. “There’s almost nobody around at night, if I wait up I can sneak down and peek in on what they’re doing…”
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It wasn’t the most well-thought-out plan but it was mine. Honestly though, through the worry and pot smoke to curb the worry it was all I could come up with. That dumbass plan was how I ended up crouching in a bush, aiming a pair of borrowed binoculars at one of the Alpha house’s windows. On a quiet Wednesday night there weren’t any parties on the Greek alphabet littered row nor was I graced with any sounds of students chattering.
It was 3am, all was quiet and most of the lights in the sorority had disappeared hours ago, but I still wasn’t moving. I had to be sure before I got close that nobody would catch me, so I was stuck in the bush, making sure every frat boy and lonely girl were clear of the quad before I emerged from my hiding spot and crept toward the house, darting between the foliage on my way there.
That’s right, I was ready for the high-profile shit that was about to go down. Between my backpack of emf readers and other equipment, the borrowed binoculars from Lewis, and the pocket knife I was white knuckle gripping I thought myself prepared for the worst.
Two options immediately presented themselves to me: several ground-level windows were low enough for me to peek into though. Unfortunately for me, without any light I could see little more than shadows and my own face looking back at me. Honestly? It yielded little and made me scowl, something the paned glass was happy to reflect right back into my view.
The other was closer to the ground and likely led to a basement area. What really caught my attention was the dim yellow glow streaming through the rectangular portal. I got down low, dropping my body onto the earth without concern for my clothes' cleanliness and shuffled forward, inching my body slowly toward the window.
“Sudden movements may alert someone inside,” I think to myself, taking the situation far more seriously than was probably required.
The slow crawl up to the window wasn’t enough time to contemplate my own insanity though, not before my eyes edged up toward the window, coming closer and closer to seeing inside. Except I couldn’t, or at least what was inside wasn’t giving me any better view of the inside of the house.
The yellow light illuminating the windows was apparently fighting hard to cut through a thick layer of fog? Or was it mist? Condensation on the glass supported the second theory though neither made sense in context. Whatever it was, the haze made it nearly impossible to make out anything inside the room.
Neither the floor was visible, nor walls: not even shadows moving within the veil of sunshiny smog filling the space. I inched closer, straining my eyes to see something, ANYTHING in the strange basement area. What could it have been? A shower? Or were they having way too much fun with a fog machine?
“Maybe it’s cauldron smoke.” I joked quietly to myself, trying to distract myself from the boredom that’s beginning to settle in from looking at the sickening yellow. “That’d be something wouldn’t it?” I continue, having a thoughtful little conversation with myself about the sorority’s possible true nature. “The whole Alpha house is a bunch of pagan worshiping witches that need to sacrifice others to maintain their popularity. That’d explain why everybody likes them so much.”
In fact it was the only explanation I could think of that made sense, especially with all I’d seen over the last 5 days. The Alpha girls rarely left the house, they’d barely interacted with anybody outside of rush activities and other things. From what I could tell they didn’t even go to class enough to be students here so what the fuck was going on?
Whatever it was I came to the conclusion that this window probably had very little to do with it. At the very least I wasn’t going to be revealing some great secret by laying here in the damp earth so the night was likely a bust.
That was, until I saw the shadow dart by at the far corner of the room. It was fast, nearly imperceptible, but I quickly dropped back to the ground and stared back into the yellow mist intensely, waiting for another movement.
There it was again! A humanoid form darted through the light. It was moving swiftly, faster than I thought possible in a space like that, from what I could tell the figure had significant momentum, way more than they should have been able to achieve in the basement. In a flash it went by again, then again and again and again.
My eyes darted back and forth, tracing the figure’s frantic run through the basement with hopes of catching any minor details on who it could have been. However, the blur moved so fast that I couldn’t catch their outline, just the vague shape of them.
Then the blur stopped passing back and forth just as suddenly as it had come, and I was left staring at the window, waiting for it to return and reveal its true intentions to me. Instead, I was met with several moments of silence while staring at the void again, waiting for nothing. I was on the edge of giving up and accepting it as something unsolvable, at least for tonight. With that unfulfilled feeling in my gut I turned away from the window to leave.
*BAM BAM BAM*
Just before my gaze left the glass window pain something slammed against it hard, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. It was a hand, smaller than I expected and banging against the glass with an astounding amount of force.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, Looking into the window to see if I could make out who the hand belonged to.
Just under the rim of the window sill I could see her: the frizzy hair, the apron, her stupid visor that we both always joked about. Her bare legs?
That part confused me, I stared at the smooth limbs that disappeared underneath the apron from the front. From the side, I could see the puff out the back. It was almost like a pair of theater pantaloons, but the pure white color reminded me of something… I just couldn’t place what, the yellow-tinted mist made it hard to see fully.
I broke my attention from the strange fashion choice when a frantic jump brought her face into view, Gabby was looking up at me with the most terrified look on her face. My eyes went wide.
I don’t remember why I started clawing at the window, just that I had started to, trying to get through it to free my friend. The sound of blood rushing into my head filled my ears, drowning out any sounds around me, but even then I could see her lips moving, forming the words “help me”. I was determined to at least try, slamming my fist into the window several times, but it wouldn’t crack or move. It was solid, an immovable barrier between me and my friend.
“Shit Shit! Shit!” I said, pulling the knife from my pocket and jamming it into the small gap in the window frame. Prying them apart was another non-starter but for my friend I had to do something, anything, to get her out.
From behind though another blur rushed through the yellowed mist, momentarily diverting my attention from Gabby’s frantic escape attempts. Then another. Just like before it was a rapid back and forth across the basement, only now it was getting progressively closer to the window—to Gabby.
I called out, trying to warn her, but I couldn’t hear my own protests through the rushing sound in my ears. The noise that’d overtaken everything around me.
The entire interaction between the two of us couldn’t have been more than a minute or two but the look she gave me as that first hand wrapped around her will hang in my mind forever. The look of pure regret that crossed her face as the pale, sickly-looking hand tipped with bubble gum pink claws wrapped around her stomach served to let me know that it should have never been this way, that somewhere along the way she’d made a horrible mistake and wished she could return to the moment that led her there and scream that it was a bad idea.
Then she was actually screaming. The rushing sound in my ears had died down just in time for me to hear it through the window. More hands grabbed her arms, then her legs. It quickly became too many for me to count. Before I realized what was happening, why so many hands were engulfing my friend, she was gone and I was staring at the window flabbergasted.
I was petrified, stuck at the window waiting for her to return. Several seconds passed and slowly a face pushed through the fog. I nearly leapt up in joy, ready to reignite my efforts to free Gabby and dispel whatever creature had taken her, but the head that poked through was hidden by ragged straight blond hair. It extended from a neck that would have been impossibly long for a human. To look out like that, they would have had to crouch in front me.
The features of the face however remained hidden save for the big plump pink lips. They parted slowly revealing a void of stars and empty space within the maw of the creature.
It was at that point I jumped up and ran away, the tears streaming down my face creating slight wisps of steam in the cool night air.
4
It took me nearly a full day to recover from that experience. I spent most of that time holed away in my room wishing what I’d seen wasn’t real. I wanted to justify it as a drug or alcohol-addled hallucination, but I knew no such thing had occurred. I was sober that night and had seen something very real and terrifying.
On day two I started my research, looking into whatever the Alpha house girls may have summoned before finally settling on some sort of tulpa or a projection of their own narcissism born through sacrificial witchcraft.
On day three I built a plan, preparing whatever hex bags and occult blocking nonsense that I could. If I was right, I could still save a majority of the Beta house girls by destroying whatever the Alphas had tied that demon to. At least, I was hoping it would work. If it didn’t I was likely to lose everyone.
Day four came and presented me with the perfect opportunity. It was the last day of rush week, meaning the Alpha house’s big end-of-the-week party would start tonight. I was planning to sneak in, hide, and wait till everything died down. Then I'd snoop around the place to see if I could find my friends.
On the off chance I got caught? Well, I had my bag of tricks for that. Holy water, heather oil, several sigiled pieces of burnable rice paper, and salt. If I was right, the demon would be held back long enough for me to find the tether. If one of the Alphas came after me? Well, there might have to be some knuckles applied to faces if that happened.
The night of the party was loud and disorienting—that’s what to expect from bland EDM and strobe lights though. Mix in the amount of alcohol I see pouring down each of these mother fuckers throats and you’ve got a recipe for a morning of blurry memories and a sore hole in one way or another.
“Ah, the smell of bad decisions,” I mutter, pushing my way through the crowd to get to the back of the living area where the hallway and staircase waited. I was glad to pick out a few of the Alphas floating around the room.
“So they’re not all totally reclusive.” I thought, making a note that within the house they at least seemed fairly active and sociable.
At the back entrance of the hallway the area was mostly empty with only a sparse few people standing around with their drinks and chatting. I felt some relief there, seeing as they were probably taking a break between ecstasy peaks before jumping back into the strobe lit nightmare.
“Sweet,” I exclaimed silently, noticing that, even better, the stairs were completely clear with no signs of life anywhere on the upper landing. That was always the best part of being an unknown loner—I could tiptoe my way up these steps and nobody would be any the wiser. Not one of these booze blasted idiots even knew I was here. They never looked my way.
The upstairs of the sorority house was disturbingly still. I figured at least a few people would have made it up here for some “romance” but there was nobody. Even the noise of the party sounded faint up here, like I was hearing it from across the street.
I should have noticed the weirdness of the atmosphere but instead, I counted it as dumb luck and carefully ducked into the nearest room. It was one of the Alpha’s bedrooms, perfectly made up with everything organized and set up.
“Huh,” I said, “I thought it’d be messier, I didn’t think the Alpha’s would be ones to clean. Cleaning is, like, totally not hot.”
I snickered at my own impression before pulling open the closet door on the far end of the room, snuggling down for my long wait. Everybody would be asleep after the party, a nice deep drunken slumber, and that’d give me the perfect chance to look around.
So I sat in a closet that was getting progressively warmer because of my trapped body heat. The low beat of the music felt far off and soft in comparison to earlier. In fact, it was almost having a soothing effect.
I vaguely remember the first flutter of my eyes, but I made the mistake of going from a flutter to a rest. I should have fought it but instead I fell asleep, dozing off in the small warm space.
5
When I came too I cursed quietly and shuffled up from my curled position. It was a miracle that I hadn’t been discovered and I breathed out a little sigh of relief before turning my ear to the sounds of the house around me.
It was highly distributing to me that there weren’t any…
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep but no light penetrated the wooden slats of the closet, meaning it was still night and unless I’d gone deaf the party was over. I had to rub the sleep out of my eyes and crack the stiffness out of my muscles.
While I was there, an unexpected sound filled my ears, like somebody rolling a plastic bag in between their fingers. The aggressive crinkle popped and crackled in my ears for a second, a dull static that caught my attention in that perfect way that stopped whatever I was doing. It was so close too, I could swear that it was coming from inside the closet…
Then the feeling of pressure between my thighs appeared, drawing my mental processing power away from my sense of hearing to that sensation. My underwear was getting thicker. I could feel it, a confusing plushness that engulfed my waist, smothering in its thickness.
I pulled at the band of my jeans, releasing the waistband of my new garment to peek up over it. The landing strip merged into the tapes seamlessly, meaning there wasn’t a good way for me to pull away the thing without destroying it.
Underneath that was the mounded padding that formed the crotch of the diaper. I’d fucked around with enough fetishes to be familiar with adult diapers. It was even something I enjoyed on occasion but its sudden appearance on my body almost drew a yelp from my throat, a sound I stifled by throwing my hand in front of my mouth just in time.
“It’s just witchcraft.” I thought to myself, just trying to rationalize the sudden appearance of the childish bullshit that replaced my panties. “That means they know I’m here and are trying to humiliate me.”
I wasn’t about to let them get away with it, but the manipulation did give me pause. Actual transmutation was far beyond what I thought possible in this world and I’d seen it for myself—was even experiencing it!
With a shaky stance, I stood, creeping out through the closet door and ready to meet the drunk, passed-out form of one of the Alphas. I was again surprised, the room itself empty and just as perfectly untouched as before. I wobbled forward, still slightly stiff from the cramped nap I’d just taken and also now dealing with the ridiculous thickness of the diaper.
The damn thing was even thicker than I’d realized, with the bulk of absorbent padding having shifted downward when I stood up. It was a physical burden and only through the grace of it resting on the crotch of my jeans did I avoid it slowing me down any more. That didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying, having contained padding crunched and compressed between my thighs and keeping them several inches apart despite my best efforts.
I even stumbled as I tried to walk and had to brace my hand on the desk next to me. When I pulled my palm up I was confused by the print left in a thick layer of… dust?
It was a thick layer of the stuff, enough to indicate that nobody had been in here in quite a long time.
“What the fuck?” I wondered to myself, collecting my things and moving to leave the room. Maybe it was just an unused room and I’d been extra lucky, but that didn’t feel right either. There were at least 30 Alpha house girls, so they should have been two or three to a room. Yet this single space remained untouched.
As I traveled between each room I discovered more of the same, a dusty, mostly unused top floor that couldn’t have housed as many blond-haired busty sluts as Alpha house claimed to hold.
My confusion grew more and more as my concern over my diaper’s rustling diminished with each passing moment. There wasn’t anyone here. From what I was seeing, the whole house was abandoned.
At least, I thought that till I reached the corner. The hallway turned sharply at one point but very abruptly dead-ended in a pointed corner. It was weird, an architectural anomaly that even a layman could tell was bad design. For some reason, I couldn’t look away…
It was captivating in a way I couldn’t explain, I wanted to sit and study this annoyingly strange piece of the house. It was like a hallway was meant to go here but it all just stopped. It was a null point, an ending that shouldn’t have existed.
I stood there for several minutes, not knowing why, before I felt a sudden turn in my stomach and a switch in my brain twisted my captivation into fear.
I was, without explanation, horrifically and abjectly afraid of this corner. I stood shaking, staring at it like it would open up and swallow me whole. Then I saw the fingers…
From the conjoined edges of the randomly placed walls, three charcoal gray digits slipped out. It wasn’t as if they were breaking through the wall but rather from the corner itself. Each digit was tipped with a pink stiletto-pointed nail and curled around the indent impossibly with one too many joints, allowing it to wrap an extra degree around the mere concept of a crack.
Another set of fingers joined it, then another, then three more. When all was said and done something to the tune of twenty hands pushed out from the corner of the null point.
I watched on in horror, frozen completely as the hands and digits flexed. The arms backing the monstrous hands twitched and flexed, pushing through the crack in the wall, appearing suddenly from a pinprick to their full, many-jointed glory.
I—with little else to do given my fear-induced paralysis—began pissing myself out of terror, literally. A creature pulled itself out of the wall in front of me and I just started spraying hot urine into my diaper, soaking the padding with what I imagined to be the purest expression of panic possible.
The nappy swelled and strained in my jeans, eventually expanding inward toward my skin as it grew heavy with my own pee. It had nowhere else to go after all so my pussy and ass were smothered in the squishy squelchy warmth of a pissy pamper.
I couldn’t have cared in the slightest because the thing from the crack was revealing its body now. A long and thin creature was birthed violently from the crack, its protracted, distorted body covered in so many twisting arms. Above them on the chest area a pair of orb-shaped breasts bobbed up and down as the thing moved, taunting me with peaked, insanely perky nipples.
Its face was reminiscent of the thing I’d seen in the basement a week before, mostly hidden by long platinum blonde hair up top that resembled something familiar that I couldn’t place but the one part that remained visible? The mouth.
Its bubblegum pink lips twisted into a lipstick-painted smile before it opened them to reveal the void of space within. A low roar filled the air around me, causing me to cringe and twist. The paralysis was broken and the first thing I did was cover my ears. It did little to stem the volume of the roar because for whatever reason that sound felt like it was rattling my very soul…
Images of the thing flashed in my mind along with the Alphas and diapers? I didn’t understand. How could I see these things so clearly? What was happening? Then, through the images, I heard something like a thought placed directly in my head but it wasn’t in my voice.
“Oh,” said Brittany’s voice directly into my brain, “Do we have a latecomer to the rush week festivities? You stuck around, Lavernia, so you must want to joinnnn.”
It was very distinctly the head of Alpha house's voice, and I looked up in amazement to see the thing looming over me by several feet, slightly slouched so its head didn’t hit the ceiling. The upper portion of its face finally showed through the straight blonde hair covering it. It… It was so much worse than I was expecting.
I couldn’t see it, or I could but it appeared blurry the more I looked and my head hurt. A laugh rose up in my throat as I stood there staring into this thing's incomprehensible eyes. My thoughts were blurring together and the madness was taking over.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I had a rational thought slip back into my mind. It was “run”.
I turned away from the figure, following the flight instinct that filled my body, and bolted away from it, turning the corner to the strange dead end and booking it down the hallway.
I didn’t make it very far before I met some resistance, tugging at the fabric of my pant leg. I was determined to keep going though. Stopping was likely the end of me so I pushed through the sound of tearing denim and the pulling, eventually feeling my pants torn away from my legs.
Cool air graced my now naked legs and the soggy crotch of the diaper swung free, no longer imprisoned within the tight denim of my now shredded jeans. I looked back for a second to see another one of those hands hanging from the jutting geometry of the hallway’s angles, gripping the fabric of my pants.
The other thing that had been standing over me turned the corner, apparently ready to follow me. The low shaking roar echoed out of its mouth while I heard Brittany in my head once again.
“It looks like you’re already well into the hazing with a diaper like that. What’s wrong witch bitch? You don’t want to play with us?”
My frantic run for freedom continued despite the taunt, however, I found the dragging weight of my newly freed pamp to be a significant hindrance as it swung between my thighs. I was pumping my legs as hard as I could to get down the stairs and into the main foyer, but each movement caused the bulk of the padding to sway into one of my thighs, slapping it loudly.
In a panic I turned into one of the bedrooms, bursting inside and slamming the door behind me. I clicked the lock, hoping it would be enough to hold them back while I thought of a plan. However before I could try to think I was given pause by something, a thing maybe even more horrifying than the demon I’d seen before.
In the middle of the room a massive diaper sat on the ground looking more like a bean bag chair than a nappy. The leg holes of the thing had the distinct bulk and curvature that indicated somebody’s legs were meant to go into them, though the plastic material swirled closed tightly, keeping the interior of the massive nappy sealed up on each side. It was the same with the top. It was almost as if an invisible giant’s torso was holding open the waistband of the diaper though its material swirled inward and seemed tightly clenched.
What really struck me about the diaper was the design. It had a green stripe down the middle—big, about apron sized I’d say—with Gryffindor-red sides. All that and the size would have seemed so much odder if a human face wasn’t staring at me from the plastic landing strip, visibly different from the rest of the diaper.
“Gabby!?” I exclaimed, happy to see a familiar face but horrified it’d become this. The giant diaper that used to be my friend looked up to me, I could see her features disappearing into the landing strip of the padding more and more every second.
I reached out to touch her, to try and offer whatever help my non-magical, uninformed hand could. Instead, I was met with a small shock, a static jolt that drove me away.
“Run, Lavenia.” The Gabby diaper said with all the serious weight it could color its words with.
I was hesitant, feeling like I was about to abandon my friend, but before I could reply something started happening. The plastic shelled body of my friend started to grow, with the padding of her body swelling dramatically. I fell back onto my own wet ass in surprise.
“Oh fuck!” Gabby shouted, “She’s peeing! I can feel it. It’s so hot and it’s soaking my core! Ooooo—”
The strange screams and moans that sounded almost reminiscent of pleasure stopped suddenly as Gabby’s face disappeared fully into the padding, turning the waistband into a green stripe that resembled her work visor.
I bolted from the room, bashing the door into the thing crawling from the corner and another that’d joined it before sprinting in the opposite direction toward the stairs.
6
At the bottom of the stairs I had two options: the hallway the staircase extended back into must have led deeper into the house and several other rooms but the foyer was right in front of me. Unfortunately so were more of those things. They stood motionless in the room with their heads angled down, leaving the long blonde hair to hang in a manner that obscured their faces. The frozen creatures stood in packs each creating a solemn wall on either side of a pathway that led straight to the house's front door.
Going deeper into the house wasn’t a good option. I'd seen what happened to Gabby. The front door was a ballsy move but if I made it would these things follow me outside? Could I scream my head off for help and escape because I’d made a scene?
Above me, on the landing, I could hear the footsteps of the other two who’d revealed themselves. They were coming and fast. I needed to make my decision.
The only option I saw that made sense was the front door, if I could get through it I was home free.
Two deep breaths.
In,
And out.
In,
And out.
And then I pushed off that final step, pumping my arms and legs as hard as I could. By my best guesstimate there was 50 feet between me and the front door. I cleared it quickly, praying that with each step one of the monsters lining the path wouldn’t reach out one of its many hands to grab me. If they did it would be all over.
They didn’t though and I wrapped my hand around the front door knob. The joy of my victory filled me as I turned and yanked on it, pulling free the door and stepping into—
—the foyer again.
I was still in the house, still in that same living area. The door I opened looped me back inside so there I was again, except this time the monsters didn’t have their heads down anymore. They'd turned them upward to the sound of the opening door and I could see their formless, shifting, incomprehensible eyes boring into me, watching my every move. I look back, behind me still the room, with all the things staring at me. I was between a rock and a hard place, standing still while the world waited for me to make my move.
I wanted to scream.
I was so fucking close to freedom, or so I thought, only to have it so harshly ripped away.
The monsters in the living room continued to stare while the two from earlier finally made it down the stairs. I didn’t see another choice, deciding I had to run down the hallway. I had to keep going.
I took off again, bolting through the crowd of monsters back towards the stairs only to pass them and shoot down the empty, dark hallway of unknowns waiting for me. Problem is, I could feel that the running was getting harder and harder. My legs weren't feeling right.
You’d think there’d be some muscle ache from all the running but it wasn't like that. They felt… lighter. It wasn’t just my legs though, my whole body felt flimsier but at the same time I could feel my midsection bloating and thickening. I was soft, yet bulky and filling out more and more with each step.
The crinkling filled my ears more and more and was gradually replacing the sloshing noise my soaked diaper had been making all this time. I dared not look down at myself for fear of what I’d see. I knew deep inside what was happening but no part of me wanted to see that firsthand. On top of it all, a rumble sounded from my stomach, followed by a strange cramp. It was a feeling I knew well given how much garbage I ate, but could I even fill my diaper if I was a diaper?
It didn’t matter. All that mattered to me right now was that I could still escape, I just knew it. I’d be free if I could just make it to the back door of the Alpha house. Instead, I was greeted by another set of stairs, this time leading down. “The basement.” I thought, remembering the room I’d peeked in on earlier that week, “Maybe a… cellar door…”
The thoughts of escape were getting more sluggish as the seconds ticked by. The process, the transformation, was exhausting. I could feel it—my body had shifted most of its mass upward toward my midsection, filling out the bulk that would become the padding. Meanwhile my arms and legs were fragile, just thick enough to form the wings that’d connect and seal together the massive bloated pamp. A little tap of the tips of my fingers confirmed that they too were becoming sticky, forming the tapes.
I made one final push down the stairs, still actively trying to escape the charging crowd of eldritch abominations behind me. At the bottom I saw a familiar sight in more ways than one and it caused me to crumple to my knees.
The room I’d entered was clear of the sickly yellow fog from before but that only allowed me to see the multitude of diapers more clearly, each with their own distinct pattern. The diapers themselves were the same as Gabby. They were big, round and moving, constantly swelling and shifting to indicate sentience and use. The patterns were the interesting part. The design of braces and the same purple as her puffy coat on one near the back let me know Hannah was likely one of the first transformed.
Carly’s stupid sweater vest pattern was on that one. That one had Lauren’s unicorn shirt. Kelsey’s Megaman shirt decorated that one. Lucy’s distinctive horned rimmed glasses, Silva’s dumb little plaid pants, Camilla’s antique dragon hairpin, Trix’s goth girl fishnets, and Robin’s dumb strawberry panty design that she owned probably nine pairs off.
All of Beta house was there, all my friends turned into massive diapers.
I crumpled to my knees, or at least I would have if my knees were still there. I landed on the bulky soaked crotch of my diaper, sitting on my rounded bottom like a weeble-wobble. My strength was draining and the defeat of my situation was becoming extremely apparent. I wanted to push myself up and cross the room, to try and escape one last time, but the continued cramping in my abdomen was becoming too much.
I grunted and strained, attempting to pull myself forward on what remained of my arms while I felt my bowels spasm. I was going to mess myself—my body had already decided that for me.
I could feel it, the rumbling farts getting wetter, before suddenly solid logs were piling into the back of the diaper I was wearing—so, basically me now. I-I couldn’t tell where the padding ended and I began anymore.
The transition was progressing rapidly and by the second I was becoming more and more rotund until I was just a face on a squishy nappy, just like Gabby had been before. One second I was messing myself, pushing an obscene and unrealistic amount of waste into the diaper, and then I was the diaper.
Apparently I’d become immobile at the perfect time too because seconds later the things that'd been chasing me stepped into the basement. I was turned around to face them by none other than queen bitch herself, Brittany.
Funnily enough she looked, well, normal. She still had the proportions of a porn star but at least now I could comprehend her form a little easier, unlike the abominations standing around her.
“Like wow,” she said, tittering with her hand up to her mouth in a coy covering of her laugh, “You really fell for it. You thought you were so smart and going to save your pathetic little dork friends? Too bad you just ended up just like them, huh?”
The creatures around Brittany all shifted about as if they were laughing through the gasping roars made from the weird holes in space that passed for their mouths. It only served to worsen the headache—or rather, the ache, I suppose. I didn’t really have a head anymore, it’d receded into the round plastic body I think, though I could still see so my face must have been where Gabby’s was when I saw her last. Along that plastic landing strip.
“Who’s still, like, in need of a nerd to use?” Brittany asked, turning to the horrors surrounding her. One stepped forward, reaching a long, many-jointed hand out toward me. Like some sort of twisted optical illusion, I saw not just the creature but one of the Alphas, Baylee, at the same time. It was as if her and the creature were occupying the same place at the same time and phasing between the two like one wanted to exist but the other wouldn’t let it.
It caused the dull roar of pain behind my eyes again. It was challenging to comprehend. I couldn’t see one without noticing the other and I really wanted to avoid looking at either of them.
But Baylee—no, the thing, whatever the hell it was—got closer, filling my vision with both versions of its equally ugly forms and reached out with one human arm and multiple grotesque ones to touch me, laying palms on what would have been my shoulder.
Except there wasn’t an arm there. I wasn’t even human anymore, just a massive diaper waiting to be used.
The hands were out of my field of view so I couldn’t get a look at them, but I could see the greenish energy flowing through the arms of the Alpha and feel it running through me, forging what I assume was a connection between the two of us.
“Ugh finally!” Baylee moaned, pulling her hand away, “I’ve been waiting so long.”
“So long for what?” I wondered, but got my answer when a low hissing sound filled me. The pouring rush of heat permeated my new absorbent body from the top, soaking every layer of my plush core with the heat of what I could assume was urine. The acrid smell matched that idea well.
My initial reaction was to shudder and cringe at the thought but, It felt so good. Being used and feeling myself expand and twitch as it swelled left me in euphoria, so much so I may have even let out an audible moan or two.
“Why, I knew creepy girl Lavey was a big pervert at heart. Did you hear those cries of enjoyment? Jeez Baylee, did you shit in her too?”
Baylee shook her head, denying the usage, “Just a little pee, what a slut.”
It took me a second to realize what happened . I was connected to Baylee but she didn’t have to wear me to use me as a diaper—none of them did.
“So that’s all this fucking is?” I screamed, feeling the last of my humanity slipping as I finished the pampification process, "You turn innocent girls into… into THIS to use the bathroom!?"
The monstrous Alphas again laughed and Brittany knelt down to get a good look at my face. “Ew, don’t be gross Laney. We never use the bathroom. It’s, like, totally not hot.”
The last expression my face ever made was one of disbelief before it disappeared into the plastic of the pamper and my fate was sealed. The Alphas wandered off shortly after leaving us, the living diapers, in the basement for whenever they needed us. A few more would arrive, just as terrified as we were, but they all fell to the monstrous Alphas eventually.
The worst part of all of it? We’re still conscious here, still able to think and feel and see the immediate world around us. The unfortunate part is that the only thing that breaks up the monotony is watching a half-transformed girl run through or when the Alphas decide to fill us.
I can feel the length of the days here and I don’t know how many more times I can run through this story in my head. It’s not like anyone is listening and it must be slowly driving me mad.
Comments
Magnaking
this was extremely hot!!!! I love expanding diapers
