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Don't Drink If You're Under 21 Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
🕑 Added 2023-05-08 02:49:40 +0000 UTCAmanda stood as straight as she possibly could. Her strategy was to act like a statue. The skin on her face burned with extreme anxious unease. The man behind the counter looked up from the ID photo. “He totally knows…” She thought given his skeptical look.
“These damn kids think they’re so clever.” He thought, through pierced mustached lips. “The others might not care, but I’m done. This is ridiculous. They want to act like adults so bad? They don’t deserve it.” He thought, looking at the whole cart of alcohol she had amassed. He repeated the words of the dark chanting seance in his mind.
“That’ll be $247” He said, handing the ID back. Amanda snatched the fake with sweaty palms.
“T-thank you.” She uttered in disbelief, shoving her debit card into the reader. She didn’t want to spend another second in the store. The moment she saw the approved flash across the screen, she yanked it out and grabbed the cart.
“YOU’RE A LEGEND!!” Sierra shouted from the back seat, as Amanda opened up the hatchback. “IT WAS SO STRESSFUL!!” Amanda yelled back, “I thought he knew!” She yelled, “That fake is the best $50 I ever spent.” She said, as she chucked the racks of beer and bottles of shitty vodka into the car. Throwing a blanket over it when she was done. “Anyone want one?” She said, holding up a beer.
“I do!” Brenda chirped up; Amanda threw it to her. “He insisted on giving me some of these by the way.” Amanda said, holding up some curly bendy straws, she chuckled, throwing it along with the beer. Brenda cracked it, smirking at how cute the novelty straw was. The beer slipped through it, and into her mouth. Amanda hopped into the front, opening her own can too.
“We need to make sure we get Bryce wasted tonight for that ID hook up. Now we have a legit alcohol plug.” Vivian, the driver, said excitedly as they pulled onto the road. Amanda finished chugging half of her can.
“Oh yeah, we’ll make sure she’s totes drunk. It’s so funny Mr Snyder think she’s so good at algebra and this goody two shoes, but she’s actually a bad girl.” Amanda said.
“Mr Snyder’s middle school algebra class?” Sierra says from the back. “You mean… our calculus calls with Mrs Conners?” She corrected her. Amanda shook her head.
“What? We’re not…” Amanda uttered. She could feel that Sierra was right, but she couldn’t see it in her mind. She vividly saw them sitting all in algebra, being spoon fed the concept of an X variable. “Um…” she said, a little embarrassed.
“Hey, Brenda, come on! Don’t do that on the window, it'll stay there forever!” Vivian yelled out angrily.
“Heheh what! I wasn’t doing nothing.” Brenda chattered. She pulled her finger away from the glass. A penis, and a half-drawn flower etched into the condensation.
“Okay, I need to start drinking too. Whatever you got is crazy.” Sierra said, leaning up over the seats to grab a drink out of the back hatch. Amanda tried pulling another sip of beer out of the straw. She couldn’t. Her embarrassment had manifested into chewing the top of it flat.
Another uncomfortable feeling surfaced to the forefront of Amanda’s mind. She felt a small pain groan in her bladder. Clearly coming from a wicked place, Amanda thought how silly it’d be to release a few drops into Vivian’s front seat. She didn’t even need to go that bad. The urge to misbehave was oddly tempting.
Wearing nothing underneath her dress, Amanda’s body felt prickly excitement. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. A quick squirt jumped out, and into the seat. She meant that to be the only one, but another escaped as she clenched down. Amanda looked out the window so her friend’s wouldn’t see how red her face was. “Thats… so much more fun than I thought it’d be…”
***
“Let it go, Amanda. I remember getting extra help from Ms Butler last week on it. If you multiply something by itself it’s like, the opposite of squaring it.” Vivian said loudly enough over the music. “Why are you thinking so much about math class?”
“Whatever.” Amanda said, feeling defeated, she thought it wise to change the subject quickly. “Hey cool top, I like the rainbows. I think it’s super duper cute.” She said, pinching her sleeves to feel the soft material.
“Oh, um. I don’t remember putting this on…” Vivian said, looking down. But yet, it was on her, so she must have done it at some point. The more she thought about it, the less it made sense. Sierra saw hazy recollections owning this… more than a decade ago. She didn’t think about it for long. The compliment from Amanda felt good and fuzzy.
“Hey, do any of you know where the bathroom is?” A random guy asked abruptly, butting into their conversation. Vivian and Amanda looked each other, each droning a collective “Uhh…” It took Amanda a couple seconds to retrace the steps down her hallway.
“It’s down there, first on the right.” She said, pointing. Then blinking hard, she shook her head. “Wait!” She said, the guy turned around. He looked desperate. Biting his lips. Both hands were on his crotch. “It’s the other way, second on the left.” She said, pointing in the other direction. The guy quickly waddled over there. Vivian caught a glimpse of his pants before he shuffled out of view. It looked like some of it wasn’t making it into the toilet.
“By the way, where did you get that?” Sierra asked, pointing at the pacifier clipped to Amanda’s shirt. She lit up at the mention.
“I don’t know! But I love it! I don’t have to worry about where I leave my pacifier anymore. It just dangles.” She could see that Vivian's expression looked curious. “Have you… tried one before?” She asked, Sierra seemed hesitant.
“Not… recently….” She said.
“You gotta, they’re so much fun! Here.” Amanda said, unclipping it and popping in her friend’s mouth. Sierra’s tongue welcomed it, sliding perfectly underneath the bulb to get the best suction. It felt second nature. Pulling her cheeks in, she sucked it. “Yeah, I thinks I’m gonna ask my Mommy to get me some otha ones because this one isn’t my fave color. I wants one that um, is purple because its the prettiest. I sometimes like green but… blah……. Blah……..” Amanda droned on.
Sierra’s attention waned. Her body felt extremely relaxed. The muscles in her shoulders and face loosened. All the scribbly thoughts from her surroundings dulled. Her eyelids drooped. Each pull of the pacifier bulb intensified the soothing wave. Her thoughts condensed into nonsensical brainy pulp. Her lower half felt the same way.
“Mn!” Sierra said, grabbing Amanda’s hand as she tried taking it out of her mouth. “Noo, cawn Iw kweeps dis.” She pleaded.
“What am I supposed to do!?” Amanda asked… she thought for a moment, realizing she had a perfectly good thumb. She shoved it in her mouth as a replacement. “Fiwne. Youwre diapewr is wet by the way.” Amanda said pointing down at her friend’s exposed disposable diaper. Sierra looked down, she was right. The center of her diaper was yellow, but the top was still white. Which meant it could take more.
“Whatever…” She thought.
***
“Um, guys… can I talk to you about something?” Brenda said like a mouse. Sierra and two other girls turned away from their conversation and looked at her peculiarly.
“What?” One of the friends asked. “When did you change?” Sierra asked, seeing Brenda’s face turning an even deeper shade of red. Squishmishly, she pinched the hem of her skirt, pulling it down to reveal the waistband of her diaper. Her face looked down embarrassed.
“Oh my god! Brenda! Pull that back up! You don’t just show people your diaper, what are you like two years old??” She asked, her expression turning wicked. “.. You sure look like it.” Brenda felt a bolt of lightning anger. It channeled through her arms. She slapped her across the arm.
“Hey! You stupid idiot! Don’t hit me, only babies hit people!” Sierra shouted, pushing her in the tits. The other stepped in between them. “You two stowp it! Stowp being meanies.” She said, trying to defuse the argument.
“She started it!” Brenda said, trying to plead her case. For some reasons this simple spat deeply offended Sierra. She stuck her tongue out.
“Baby.” Sierra seethed.
“I’M NOT A BABY!” Brenda screamed, she launched herself at Sierra. Right as she pushed off her feet, she felt the heavy need to pee press down on her muscles for a split second. She channeled the hate into it. She pissed hard on purpose. Almost as if proving Sierra’s point meant it didn’t. She grappled Sierra’s body, throwing her to the ground.
The two started grabbing and pulling at anything they could find. Which mainly meant ripping hair and shirts. Sierra’s skirt pulled down too. Revealing the pull-up underneath. Brenda gasped.
“You’re a baby too!” Brenda yelled, shoving her index finger into Sierra’s yellow squishy padding. Sierra slapped her friends hand away.
“Stooop it!” She whined, “I didn’t put this on! And… I don’t wet myself…” She spoke, the last couple words coming out weak. The evidence in everyone’s face said the opposite. It didn’t make any sense. Sierra hadn’t thought about pull-ups since she got out of them. She looked up at Brenda. Her eyes looked worried. “What is happening??”
***
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” The group around her chanted. Lena powered through the harsh burn of the beer down her throat. The last of the four cans dropped into the top of the cone. It funneled down. Lena was seconds away from her end. It felt euphoric the moment the tube pulled out of her mouth.
“I- *burp* Dids it!” She yelled, throwing her hands up. Her eyelids blinked a bunch of times as she took woozy steps to gain her balance. When she finally did, her legs stood far apart. Something was different, but she didn’t know what. It didn’t matter. The world was fuzzy and bright. Her lips felt the edges pull into a wide smile. Involuntary she burped, this time spittle splatter onto the bottom of her lip. Everything felt way more fun. Lean wanted to f
eed into that. Compulsively, she threw her hands up again and screamed.
“Wets pway everwybody!” She drunkenly grabbed two people next to her. She had no idea who they were. She knew they had cards against humanity under their coffee table. Friends in hand, Lena waddled her way into the living room. Instead of seeing a table, there was a playmat on the floor. Large blocks scattered on the ground. Lena gasped. This was way better.
Her legs hit the carpet, crawling on all fours to the largest pile of blocks she could find. “I’ma pwaywas sisen.” She said, her excitement working her lips so fast, the end turned into the more of a babble than she intended. Touching the soft blocks, Lena’s mind instantly imagined the tallest tower in the world. She wholeheartedly believed she could easily recreate it with these blocks. Starting with a blue block as a base, she attempted to grab a red one. Her fingers felt numb. They laid across the block like a limp jellyfish. Instead of grabbing it, she lazily pushed it across the floor. She thought she looked focused. But really, she was gone.
“I see where all that beer went!” Someone said from behind Lean, she felt a hand pressed up against her butt.
“Hubh?” She questioned, turning her head to look around at her butt. She was wearing a completely drenched diaper. It didn’t make sense to Lena, but also did make sense at the same time. The voice in the back of her mind telling her that something was happening finally made sense. She was peeing herself this whole time. Lena cocked her head to the side.
“I pee pee?” She asked the guy, he seemed to know what was happening. That meant he was in charge.
“Of course you did! Do you want a change?” He asked, Lena wasn’t sure how to answer that question. She didn’t know what was going on in her diaper. Yes, she knew it was wet, but that’s it. In her mind, she couldn’t find any reason for that, or what to do with that information. She tried feeling inside of her, but she didn’t know where to look.
Lena flexing muscles. With increased attention on her diaper, she could feel it around her legs and groin. The inside got warmer. “Heheh..” She gurgled, turning back to her blocks. The man’s hand on the back of her diaper seemed to press harder when she did that. Daddy’s hand felt good there. Lena pushed harder on her muscles. She was rewarded suddenly with more soggy mush. For a split second she felt something slip out of her, but that’s where that muscle recognition ended.
Her tongue slipped out, as her heavy breathing turned into panting. “Mushy.” She tired to say. Instead it came out as “Mu Moo…” She uttered, as his hand pressed harder, and her hips started rubbing back and forth.
***
Vivian panted, quick puffs of hot breath escaping with each pulse of the hips. Sloppy tongue slapped her lips. Her eyes glossed, she wasn’t recording the world around her. Instead, Vivian was in her head. Strong babyish thoughts dominated her consciousness. They correlated with the magical pleasure piercing her legs.
“Vivi!” Brenda said, swinging the door wide open. The rest of the gang was behind her.
“Guh..” She uttered, looking to her right. Her lips curled into a drool covered smile. She didn’t stop. “Dasanaah!” She said to greet her friends. Vivian walked up to her, then shoved her off the bear. “Hey!” She yelled, falling down in the heap. It was like dumping cold water on the fire. “What the heck!? Me doin’ somethin!” She snapped, wanting immediately to mount the bear again.
“Viv, somethin’ not wite. We *hicup* think um, we baby now. B-but not suppose’ to.” She said, looking at the others. They each nodded. “W-we think iz da dwinks.” She said.
“What are you talkin’ bout? We baby. Look az my woom.” She said, it was hard to deny. Her room had morphed completely into an adult nursery. Complete with stacks of diapers, thrown together baby clothes, a colorful playmat.
“No!” Sierra chimed in. “Member? We in math cwass. Manda said so.” She said.
“School? When we go there?” Vivian asked, the other three looked at each other. They knew Amanda was right, but it suddenly was hard to spin up the memories.
“U-um. W-wo.. Www.. Um, dwe don go school. I, think Vivi wite.” Amanda said, she tried thinking of anything intelligent. She came up with the idea of the toilet. She didn’t know what it was, just that it existed.
“No! Member? A, D, G? Alfabets.” Brenda said. Everyone looked at her in awe. The others couldn’t even trace one of the letters in their head. Let alone three of them. It was at the same time Brenda noticed a wet sensation running down her leg. She knew this wasn't the first time, but she didn’t know how to fix her full diaper. This conversation wasn’t going the way Sierra had hoped for. She abruptly offered her solution to the problem.
“Maybe wes wash catoowns with da others down stairs? That look like fun.” She argued. Sierra and Brenda weren’t completely sold, but it wasn’t a bad starting point.
“Otay, I meets you down there.” Vivian said, “Now go bye-bye.” She said to her friends. She shooed them out. The moment the door closed, Vivian got up and waddled to it. Locked it, then shuffled back to the bear. Massive mush pushed into her.
***
Brenda couldn’t stop giggling. Every racing thought was funny. Trying to take a step forward, she stumbled over the other leg. She narrowly avoided collapsing by falling onto the wall. “Owps! Aheh.. Hehee…” She uttered absently. Her feet felt wet. It was a massive puddle of pee. She looked up, dozens of her high school classmates were on the ground. Some wearing onesies, some naked, all in diapers.
“This wong.” Brenda thought, seeing everyone like this. In her heart, she felt scared. She didn’t want to be a baby again. She wanted to go to college this fall. Living at home sucked. She didn’t want to have to do it all again.
Her hand brought the open bottle of vodka to her lips. She gulped down a shot and a half. She tried thinking of anything smart. She saw the number 5. The lines bent, until it was crooked number 1. It joined the other meaningless colorful shooting lines bouncing around her mind’s eye.
She took another lazy step. Closer this time to her friends. When it went down, she thought about how good it tasted. “Goods.” She thought, “Gos. G-Go. Gg” She liked how bouncy her throat was when it made that sound. “Gah gah. Gah gaa..” She gurgled, the thoughts in her head bouncing in the same pattern. Brenda lost balance once the wall ended. She collapsed onto the ground.
“Oohp!” She shouted, the world was spinning. She could hear her friends chanting to the singalongs coming from the TV. It seemed fun. When she opened her eyes again, the floor seemed like it was moving. Moving her muscles was difficult. They felt extremely loose. Like they’d never been used before.
She tried lifting herself up. Putting her hands behind her back, she pushed, attempting to stand on her toes. Her completely maxed diaper slung in between her legs. The weight of it, and the balance, was too much. Brenda collapsed back onto the floor.
She didn’t move. She didn’t have to. The ceiling was spinning in the shape of a colorful mobile. Like the one above her crib. She saw a green star, a half moon, circles, squares. They were so interesting. She stared at them in astonishment. Her mouth gaping open and closed like a fish. Her oblivious thoughts matched the sounds coming out of it.
