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Village with no toilets
🕑 Added 2019-04-18 22:57:57 +0000 UTCA request from tenhitcombo2122
Hey !I like your blog, so if i can ask, can you please do a short story avout a village which have never learn potty training and is ok with so they didn't waste water ans place for toilets. It will be awesome, i like so much the way you build your stories. i hope i will read all your blog but i think i'm far for this objective ^^
Spring sweapt into the town on a warm April wind and cast it's self over everything like a blanket made out of humid blue sky.
The campus reading rooms were simply too stuffy, so me and my friend Marie had decided to ditch the books and do a little afternoon shopping after some iced coffee.
We'd just walked out of Starbucks (other coffee shops are avaliable) when I saw a woman in a blue dress stop in the street and what I witnessed her do made me stop as well. I was stunned. She walked on and I couldn't help but turn my head, to state at her bulging butt.
As soon as I was sure she was out of earshot I turned to Marie and animatedly gossiped, "OMG did you see what that girl did? She was wearing a diaper. Like a giant adult diaper. And she was like giving herself a diaper check in the middle of the street!“
My friend seemed nonplussed,
"Yeah. She's probably from Cockaigne."
I looked incredulous until Marie offered some credable information.
"I can't believe you haven't heard of it. It's a little village in the valley behind Mount Bernard."
I nodded at last, vaguely pinning a place name to location. I'd been to the mountain before on a school trip. It wasn't really very far from the town, only an hour away but I recall there was literally nothing in that direction except for some very small farms and rocky arid country. It was practically wilderness.
"People live there? Well how do you know she was from there?"
"Yeah people live there. I have a penpal who lives there actually. Genievre. It's really remote so they don't have phone lines or gas or even running water. Hence the diaper."
"Why would those things mean you'd be wearing a diaper?" I puzzled. "oh right. No running water means no sewer system or toilets. Ew, they have to use diapers instead?“ I stated in disgust after scratching my head. Marie just shrugged and nodded before pulling at my arm. She wanted to stop talking about diapers and go check out the clothes store.
I wasn't able to shake Cockaigne from my thoughts, it even entered my dreams, and so a few days later I'd got in contact with Marie's penpal and found myself squelching up the slope of a muddy field behind the blond haired Genievre, there was no road to drive down, just my guide to ow on foot. She strided confidently in her tall wellie boots whilst I tried to hop between tufts of realitively less water logged ground. How could a place so wet not have running water?
I could no longer hold in the question.
"Marie told me there are no toilets in Cockaigne. It that true?“
I heard Marie chuckle a little ahead of me and then call over her shoulder,
"It's true. A sewer line was never dug and the people don't want one either. I wouldn't mind landline though, mobile phone tariffs can cost a fortune."
"So... What do you do.."
Genviere anticipated my next question and responded by cheekily raising the rear of her cardigan and dress. A diaper waggled in front of me. Being close behind her I could see that it was discoloured and swollen with wetness.
I discovered after our trek that the village was on dry soil compared to the big we'd walked through earlier, due to being high up the mountain slope. The view was amazing and the village was on the mountian face which caught the most of the sun. After changing out of my travelling clothes and having a wash out of a small basin fed from a rainwater collector, I met by host again for some lunch. This was an open air picnic in a sunny glade. Genievre's friends and family joined us. Everyone was wearing diapers casually.
After laughing at jokes, clapping to folk music played by her brother and drinking sweet wine enthusiastically topped up by my host herself, I found I suddenly and desperately needed to pee...
I hesitated. I couldn't ask where the bathroom was, there was no bathroom.
What could I do?.
Should I try to find a bush to go behind in private? Or ask if I could have one of Genviere's diapers?
