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Mind the Fine Print
🕑 Added 2022-07-11 17:57:49 +0000 UTCCommission for Scrubdown of his and DJKazoo's OCs! This was originally posted on CushyPen in January.
Excerpt from the commissioner:
“All I’m saying,” A young woman sweating a river into her coat says from across a modern desk, “Is that I was drunk, thus not of sound mind. I summoned Iblis on accident, as in I literally had no idea junk from the occult store would work. And then slurred out my contract so it’s clearly being misinterpreted in a way to max out the humiliation she can put me through.” She restates all her points and perspective with confidence. The spirit of a Spartan heiress remains unimpressed and unconvinced by the arguments as she continues eyeing over pages of contract. The woman spares only a curt ‘hmm’ with not even glance. Iblis remains slouched back in her chair while she lets out a sigh. She gives her little contractee a pat on the back; she already knows what the verdict is if this woman does NOT agree immediately. “A-and if the wording’s a problem,” Desirée stammers as she realizes how fucked she might be, “T-then–”
“’Dote on me, oh dote on me,’” the bureaucrat interjects with a dry, looking at another page, “’Spirit from beyond, dote on me, care for me, tend to me, CRADLE ME IN YOUR ARMS!’” she raises a fist and her voice for effect, and Desirée is mortified to remember how into her summoning speech she got. Georgianna returns to a flat tone, “’Cradle me in your arms like I am your own babe. Cherish me, care for me, and provide for me in all the ways befitting of what I ask so I need not worry about these petty mortal responsibilities.” She brings the page down and looks Desirée square in the eyes. She’s like a deer in headlights with her arms stiff against her chair. “An exact quote, and one of many from your summoning speech that make it hard to interpret any of this as anything else, young lady.”
“I…kinda just meant ‘pay my rent’ with a lot of that actually…money’s tight and my family is…unwilling?” She is very sheepish, trying to close up into a little ball as a rustle comes from her coat.
“You’re a mortal artist so that checks out, but, there’s nothing I can do right now.” Georgianna starts gathering all the many pages of the contract into a stack. “The wording you provided was accurately transformed into a legal contract. Iblis is fulfilling the contract as it is written. And you had a chance to back out and clarify you did not mean…this, when Iblis first tried to diaper you in accordance with it. That is what really solidifies this as something I can’t help with.”
“But I was—”
“If we redid every contract because a mortal got drunk to do it,” Georgianna stands with the stack. “We’d never get anything done around here.” The contract is plopped into an outgoing box labeled, “Standard Processing. We can pick this case up in half a year to a year if all goes well. Then you’ll be allowed to rewrite it, Desirée. Until then, be a good girl for Iblis. Otherwise, you can guess what could happen to you.” She turns to face the woman slouch against her chair, “And Iblis, maybe let this girl pick her outfits besides the diapers. She’s been cooking herself alive since she got here just so I won’t see it, it’s actually worrying.”
“I told her about the lava rivers but she kept insisting! But fair enough, don’t want her to be stuck down here permanently.” Iblis gets her bag ready to go. She is interrupted when Desirée’s disappointment is let out as a long and pained whine while she leans back and splays out in the chair. The heat is really getting to her at this point. Iblis takes notice and manages to get the coat open with only minor resistance. Desirée tenses up as she feels the air against her. Iblis sneers a little when she sees the damage. The t-shirt getting drenched was expected, but the diaper being about to leak? She scoops her little girl into her arms with an ‘eep’ coming from her.
“Hey, before we go. It ok if I use your desk real quick for Desi? She’s gonna be practically pissing on the floor next time she wets this thing, and it would be improper childcare to leave her like that for too long,” she teases while loudly smacking the droop against her baby in tune with more whines. Georgianna smirks as she gets out from behind her desk.
“Of course, old friend, I’m happy to help a new mother however I can.”
“Appreciated.” She replies. Desirée feels the soaked back of her diaper press into her again as she’s laid down. A bottle is offered from the diaper bag, ice water. She reluctantly takes it and starts nibbling. At this point she just turns her head to look at the wall, she doesn’t even want to know who else is looking through the door by now.
“I hate bureaucracy,” she thinks.
Comments
Strong agree! Props to DJKazoo for designing it!
Winfrey Reed
Agreed
Sneaky V
We need diapers that look like that in production asap
