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Ashville Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-01-31 00:40:52 +0000 UTCAll five of them sat inside Briana’s 2003 silver grand caravan. They were parked just across the street of a two-story white building. The siding looked dirty. The lawn was unkempt crabgrass. A chain-link fence encircled it.
“Is this really a good idea?” Liz asked from the back seat of the car. Her concern came off valid. Briana turned around from the driver seat and looked at the group.
“She’s not wrong. It’s risky. Why don’t we just go to the cops again?” Briana asked, her tone mirroring Liz’s concern.
“What are they going to do? You saw how they looked at us. It’s like we told them someone stole a balloon.” Avery countered.
“Well do we even know if this is the right place?” Liz asked. Morgan, sitting in the front seat, lifted her laptop from her lap toward the group in the back. The screen didn’t make much sense. It looked like a bunch of squiggly up and down lines. Morgan pointed to a bell-shaped squiggle.
“See that? Right there? This is the only place in town that emits this frequency. It’s the same one broadcasting Sesame Street and the Local News. It has to be him.” Morgan said, the only one who understood the physics to question it was Avery. She nodded in agreement.
“She’s right. Doesn’t look like a TV station to me. Why else would it be broadcasting it?” Avery said sensibly.
“What is the plan then?” Liz asked, looking toward Morgan. She was the one with the charts.
“I guess… we need to go in there and find some sort of emission device. A satellite dish, an antenna. Anything that looks like it’s emitting energy.” Morgan explained, the other three looked at her like she had three heads.
“How are we supposed to know what any of that looks like?” Liz asked.
“You know, like, the dishes you see on someone’s house. It’ll need a lot of power so it’ll probably have um, large wires attached to it. You’ll probably know it when you see it.” Morgan explained, drawing each visual in the air with her hands.
“So… knock on the front door, walk in and start looking for clues?” Julie half joked. “What if he’s in there?” Julie asked quietly. Again, uncertain silence fell between them. Briana grabbed her purse from behind the seat. She dug through it, grabbing the can of pepper spray.
“We all have one of these. It’ll be hard to take on more than one of us at a time.” She said, not confident herself in the idea but it was something.
“Also maybe do this at night?” Briana suggested, “It’s Saturday. As fucked up as it sounds, he’ll probably be out there somewhere. No one will see us snooping around too.” She argued.
“Good point.” Morgan said, “That’s a really good point.” She emphasized.
“So, get in through a window, find an antenna, go to the police and tell them?” Julie asked, trying to tie it all together.
“I guess so.” Avery said, they all looked at the house. Sharing all in a moment of silence.
“Hold on. Does anyone else think this is totally crazy?” Liz asked.
“It totally is.” Morgan said, “But I don’t know if there is any other way we can take this guy down. We couldn’t find any evidence. If we find a broadcasting set up, that involves the FCC, the police, they find other evidence. He goes down.” Morgan said, pushing the group.
“I don’t know…” Julie said, “It just seems so risky. Is pepper spray enough?” She asked.
“One maybe, two sprays, no way he can survive that.” Avery said, trying to quell their concerns.
“Listen, I understand where you’re all coming from.” Liz said, “But I don’t want to go in there. I’ll stay here as backup? If I don’t hear from you in thirty minutes, I’ll call the police.” Avery suggested, the group considered it for a moment. They couldn’t force her.
“Okay.” Morgan said, “Thirty minutes max and then we’re out. You’ll stay here. Avery and I will try getting in through one side of the house. Julie and Briana, you take the other?” Morgan proposed. Julie and Briana looked at each other and agreed.
“Yeah.” Said Julie.
“Sure.” Said Briana. Morgan looked back at the house.
“This is how we take this fucker down.” Morgan said.
***
Crickets chirped in the crabgrass. It was a warm night. Clouds covered the night sky. They illuminated softly from the streetlights. Avery and Morgan, wearing all black, crouched up against the side of the house.
“Okay I’m looking.” Avery said, feeling a rush of adrenaline. She knew the window was dark, but she’d never done anything like this before. Taking in a deep breath, she popped her head up above the sill. Avery peered into the window. She recoiled.
“What? What do you see?” Morgan asked, Avery ducked back down from the windowsill.
“I couldn’t see all the way through, but I saw diapers and a fucking crib.” Avery whispered; Morgan scoffed, shaking her head.
“Maybe it’s all the stuff he used on us?” Morgan said thinking out loud.
“There aren’t any lights on, he’s probably not in there. I’m going to try the window.” She whispered, creeping back up one more time to make sure the coast was clear. She grabbed the bottom of the window frame. “Oh shit…” She whispered, feeling it crack open easily. A nearly silent hiss came out of the vent below. It was too quiet for Avery to hear.
“It’s open!?” Morgan whispered in disbelief.
“Yes.” Avery said, pushing the frame as high as it would go. “I’m going in.” She said, hoisting herself up. She moved quickly, anxious someone might see her breaking into this house. She pulled her body through the threshold, falling onto all fours as she crawled in. Avery bounced back up in case she had to defend herself. Nothing happened. The room remained silent except for what she thought was the sound of heat coming out of a vent.
“Okay hurry it’s clear.” Avery said, extending a handout through the window. Morgan grabbed it, using Avery’s pull to guide her through the window. She didn’t fall like Avery, instead using the support to stay upright. The moment she got through she turned around and shut the window. She drew the white window shades with yellow rubber ducks printed on them.
“Let me try to find a light.” Avery whispered, with the curtains closed it was difficult to see in the pitch black. Her tiptoes crunched onto a plastic toy on the ground. “Fuck!” She whispered exasperated, she stumbled, throwing her hands up for balance. She regained it, keeping her hands up as she felt around the wall. Her hands felt cool plaster. They felt around as she slid them across the wall. She found the doorway, which made it easy to find the light switch next to it.
“Wow…” Morgan said, squinting as the lights came on. It was exactly as Avery described it. The room was small. There was only room for an adult sized crib, a cabinet holding columns of different colored adult diapers. An oval rope rug in a light pink, blue, and white pattern. Avery had been unlucky trying to step around. There were only two toys on the ground. A bulldozer, which Avery had stepped on, and a stuffed caterpillar. There was a toy chest at the base of the crib. Morgan sniffed.
“It smells like… metal in here?” Morgan said, breathing in some strong sniffs that were nearly snorts.
“Yeah, almost like it's synthetic?” Avery said, inhaling deeply herself. The room was unsettling, but it wasn’t supposed to be. It was a baby’s room. No matter the setting it was still cute.
Morgan walked up to a stack of pink diapers piled on one the shelves. Her fingers ran across the top of it. She’d never felt plushie plastic like that before. Her hand gripped the sides. She picked up the rectangle, squeezing the sides to get a sense of the bulk. It compressed softly in her hands. She felt saliva pool underneath her tongue. She unfolded the trifold.
“Familiar…” Morgan thought, recalling the sweet smell of powder and cotton. She saw flashes in the back of her brain. For the first time, she could see memories of the night he came to her.
She remembered looking down, her vision wavy, the bright lights he set up reflecting off the pink diaper taped around her waist. The diaper wasn’t dry. It was soaked at that point. “…Then daddy changed me…” She thought stray in the depths of her subconscious. “Good girl.” She remembered him saying.
“Humf..” Morgan chuckled, the thought of wet bulk between her legs didn’t go away. It was a sticky thought. She imagined warm padding squish between flexing thighs.
Her brain didn’t fight the recollections. The theater playing in the front of her brain was nearly crystal clear. It felt good. The background thoughts of stressful scribbles dissipated into a dark mental river. Morgan’s eyes stopped looking inside and instead at the completely unfolded diaper in her hands.
“Diapers are actually… pretty cool.” She thought, the urge to be wet scratched at the top of her brain. She blushed, feeling the urge become a dominating line of reasoning. “How can I justify needing this diaper?” Morgan thought, turning around to look at Avery. She was busy digging through the toy box. She looked back at the diaper.
“People who wear diapers pee in day pants.” She thought, the moment the idea came into her head it made complete sense. “If I just go pee pee, den Avery thinks I need diapie.” She didn’t instinctually think it was wrong. If she had wet pants, then that meant she was supposed to be in diapers. Her thoughts fired slower. Pee pooled to the very edge of her control. It was her ticket back into diapers.
“heh-aheh…” She giggled to herself, feeling her muscles relax much easier than expected. It’s almost as if they did it for her. A trickle of pee started falling down her black leggings. None of it absorbed into the material. It splashed down her legs and onto the floor. “I gotta sell it.” She thought, even thought it was on purpose it still had to seem like an accident.
“Uh-oohhh…” Morgan said, turning around to show Avery her accident.
“Hm?” Avery said, her face pulling up from the toy box. Her lips were smacking on an oversized pacifier. Her eyes grew in shock. “Mowgawn gowin’ pee pee!” She yelled, pointing at her friend’s pants.
“Itz accident! I didn’ mean it…” Morgan said, faking an embarrassed look for extra effect. On the inside her body burned in desire. She even pushed harder as the flow started to taper. It forced another wave of warmth to gush out.
“Das a good idea…” Avery thought independently. The diapers behind Morgan almost had a glow to them.
“I guess um.. I need dis diapie…” Morgan said, trying to sound genuine. Avery started standing up from the floor. Her muscles released as she got up. Her own full bladder of urine started spilling down her black leggings too.
“I.. uh.. Havin’ accident too!” Avery said, though not nearly as convincing as Morgan. Morgan, being the master of the lie herself, saw right through Avery’s guise. She had to poke fun at it.
“Nu-uh! You doin’ itz on purpose!” Morgan said, pointing at her friend's wet pants. “You wanna be baby!” She said, her lips getting more difficult to fully use.
“Noo! I no baby! I… I don’ know how to use potty…” Avery said, her mind frantically grabbing onto any line of reasoning she could. It caught Morgan off guard. She knew her friend was lying a minute ago, but that seemed true.
“You don’ know potty?” Morgan said surprised. It felt really weird to Morgan that Avery didn’t know that. Avery saw her chance to really convince her. She clenched her teeth, pushing down onto her bowels. There wasn’t much in there. Straining only produced a loud *POP.* The fart was wet enough to produce something though. Avery could tell from the warm splatter now inside her panties.
“Heh-ha. You need diapers!” Morgan laughed, pointing at Avery. She laughed so hard it felt like she popped a water balloon in her mouth. Drool exploded out of her mouth as forced air bubbled out of her lungs. It covered the outside of her lips and chin. Her eyes dulled hazy. Everything felt like a good mix of warm and wet. The liquid inside her bladder now covered the inside of her legs and the floor beneath her. She suddenly felt her kneecaps hitting the carpet.
Avery shared the same ditzy smile as her friend. It felt like a massive rock was inside her head. Any thought that formed pushed to the outside of her brain. It was like the frame rate in her mind was off. Suddenly her body was on the floor right next to Morgan. Their fluttery eyes were right next to each other.
She didn’t know why, but suddenly their lips were rubbing against each other’s. It wasn’t so much a kiss, but rather just gumming each other. Still, Morgan was able to find in between Avery’s legs. She knew where to press.
“Diaperrr” Avery said, the moment she felt intense pleasure. It was like a line of cocaine right to her brain. Her vision sharpened. “Put me in diaper.” She whispered in Morgan’s ear, biting at the lobe. She pressed in between Morgan’s legs too so she’d listen.
“Okay.” She said, grabbing her friend's wet leggings pants. She tried yanking them off in one motion but they clung wet to her legs. Avery lifted her legs up to help. Morgan already had a diaper in her hand. She slid it underneath Avery’s butt. She connected her lips with Avery’s again. Just using her hands blindly to tape it sloppily into place.
The moment the tapes were on Avery pushed Morgan to the floor. She leaned over to the cabinet and grabbed the closet diaper she could. This one was plane white. Still kissing, she yanked Morgan’s pants off too. She did the same, clumsily sticking the tapes on as they made out. Both of their diapers were completely mismatched.
The lucidity from moments ago crashed into drool covered make out. Pleasure mixed with the gas streaming out of the vent. It formed a neural addiction.
***
Julie groaned, she tried opening her eyes. It was dark. The ground looked blurry. A searing pain dug into the center of her brain. She registered the position her body was in. Her arms were stretched out in a crucified position. Her wrists were locked into handcuffs, her ankles too.
“What…” She whispered, trying to gain more clarity in her vision by blinking. She looked down at herself to understand the bulk between her legs. She had a strong guess of what it was before she even saw it. The dim white between her legs confirmed it was a diaper. She looked to her left, it was hard to make it out at first, but when she figured it out, her heart sank into the deepest pit of fear imaginable. “Briana!” She yelled out desperately, struggling in the cuffs.
Briana was chained in the exact same way as Julie. Her hands spread out, and her legs together. It made more sense what they were chained to. It was a large metal board standing freely. They were in the middle of a dark room. There wasn’t much to make out. “Briana. Wake up. Wake up!” Julie yelled louder this time.
“Mmm…” Her friend moaned, she started to stir. Her head moved slowly back and forth.
“Wake up!” Julie yelled, this time clanging the metal cuffs. Briana murmured, she went through the same sequence as Julie. First the blurry dark room, a stinging pain in her head, the uncomfortable position of her arms and legs, the bulk between her thighs. None of it made sense. Fear pushed her eyes open.
“J-Julie?” She uttered, “Wh…what’s happening?” She said, her words weak.
“I don’t know!? How did this happen??” Julie said frantically, “Ahh.. my head hurts so bad.” Julie groaned in pain. She winced, shaking her head back and forth to try and relieve the pain. “We were walking to the house… and… it’s so hard to remember…” Julie said thinking out loud. Briana was finally coming around.
“Fuck this is so fucked up.” She said, attempting to push through the pain to recollect. She could remember the two of them creeping around the side of the house trying to look into the windows. “I remember… the house. We were outside trying to get in… then…” She said, now looking up at Julie.
“It’s him. He did this to us.” Julie’s voice coming out as an exasperated whisper. Pure terror gripped her chest. She started breathing heavily. “He’s going to mess with us, Briana. He already has us in diapers.” She said, feeling the inside. Julie could tell it was slightly damp. Telling herself it was from sweat instead of a knocked out accident made her feel better. “Why did we do this? We should have listened to Liz. Ridiculous, so so stupid.” Julie said through hyperventilating breaths. Briana didn’t say anything, she stared down at the floor. The colossal weight of this dire situation stopped any words from coming out.
The sound of a door knob started turning from across the room. A sliver of light sliced into the room, then the door fully opened. They knew instantly it was him. He flicked on the light switch.
“Look. At. What. We. Haaaave. Here.” He said, beaming a smile. It was the first time either had gotten a clear look at him. He had light brown fluffy coconut hair. He was tall, 6’5. His long chin peppered with heavy brown stubble.
“What are you doing to us!? Let us go!” Julie pleaded.
“What did I do? What did YOU do? You know it’s not nice to try breaking into someone’s house.” He conceded.
“Please. You don’t have to do this. W-we won’t tell anyone.” Julie said desperately, trying to bargain.
“You know by the end of this, you’re going to be begging me to stay.” He said, walking up to the two of them. He gazed at Briana, noticing her somber stare at the ground. “What’s wrong, Briana?” He said, walking up to her. She remained silent. His black boots stopped right in front of her.
“I’m not going to hurt you. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together. This doesn’t have to be such a bad thing you know? You might actually like it more if you go along with it.” He said, nearly mocking her.
“Leave her alone.” Julie seethed. He looked over at her and just smiled.
“I’m not hurting anyone.” He said, turning back to Briana. “Don’t you remember how much fun we had last time we played?” He said.
Briana slowly looked up. Her expression looked furious with bloodshot eyes. She puckered her lips, then spit right in his eye.
“Ugh FUCK!” He yelled, cocking his head back. He dragged his hand across his eye to wipe it off. “You’re going to regret that.” He said, pointing at Briana. His demeanor changed from cocky to furious, he started walking to a bench on the other side of the room. “You’re gonna FUCKING regret that. I was going to be nice, but when you act like an ungrateful BITCH. YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH. Ugh WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?” He yelled, his frustration boiling over. He wiped more goop out of his eye. “GUAAH FUCK!” He screamed, in a rage he punched his fist through the wall.
Briana and Julie looked at each other. Their hope was lost. Briana’s eyes started watering.
He started fumbling around with the instruments on the table. He picked up a metal tube with a syringe at the end. He analyzed it for a moment before putting it back down. His pointer finger scanned through the different instruments. He settled on a small plastic syringe. He turned around, looking deranged.
“You wanna be stupid?” He asked, yelling. Briana whimpered loudly, shaking her head.
“Please.” She asked desperately, full tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t do this. I’m sorry. Just let us go.” Briana pleaded. He started walking toward her.
“I haven’t tested this one yet. You want to act like a stupid fucking bitch? I’ll make you a stupid FUCKING bitch.” He said, saliva splattering out of lips. Briana’s eyes winced as it hit her eyes. He brought the needle to her arm.
“Say ‘Bye-Bye Briana’.” He said. She didn’t, instead cried harder. “SAY IT.” He yelled, grabbing her arm and shaking it. Briana yelped. He waited for a moment, then slapped her across the face. “Say it.” He said dead serious.
“B-Bye… B-..” She couldn’t finish, she broke down in tears. “Ow!” She yelled, feeling him plunge the needle in, clearly not caring about the pain. Blood poured out as the needle pulled out. Icy fire swam through her veins.
“What did you do to her!?!” Julie said, struggling in her chains.
“SHUT UP!” He yelled, pointing at Julie. “Do you want to end like her??” He said, every fiber in Julie’s being wanted to strangle the life out of him. She felt like a caged animal.
“You’re not getting away with this. People are going to look for us. If you let us go now we won’t say anything.” Julie pleaded, he pretended to consider her opinion, nodding up and down for affect.
“You know, you make a good point. People will wonder where you two wandered off to.” He said, “Isn’t that right Briana?” He said in a childish tone, tickling the bottom of her chin.
She moved her chin away, but couldn’t hold back a cheeky smile. Whatever was inside of her
Briana could feel it run up her arm, through her neck, and into her head. It felt like a flower blooming into the center of her brain. Liquid warm silly thoughts started popping out of it. Foolish things like running around without any clothes on and drawing on the wall. They got stupider with each second. She thought about how funny it would be if she pooped on the couch or called her Mom and just babbling gibberish to her. That last one got her.
“Chss..” Briana giggled, her tongue pressed into the back of her smiling teeth to try and stop it, but it was too funny. “Cheh..” She wasn’t crying anymore, though the bags around her eyes were pink.
“Briana, NO!” Julie yelled, “You have to fight it!” She yelled, Briana looked over at her.
“I be good, don’t worry Joowie.” She said, her mouth stayed open, her tongue laid at the end of her mouth. “Ahehaa…” Briana gurgled, feeling the muscles in her body glow into warm relaxation. She wanted to misbehave. The weight on her bladder was rapidly intensifying. She knew it was naughty, but that’s what made it so alluring. She purposely let go into her diaper. It was easy. Pee drenched the inside padding, causing the outside to discolor yellow.
“I can’t…” Julie said, looking at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why are you doing this to people!?” Julie asked, banging again at her chains.
“You two don’t know when to shut the hell up, huh? Looks like your turn too.” He said, walking back over to the table. Julie’s rage pivoted into ice cold fear. She couldn’t look, instead turning back to Briana.
“Briana, stay with me. W-we, we can fight this. You gotta, we gotta, figure out a way out of this…” She said, feeling her hope deflate in real time. Briana’s mouth was still open. Her tongue had slipped out. Her eyes had a sunken dreamy look to them.
“Jaee.” She uttered, not moving her lips to form the letters. Her eyelids opened wide. The front of her hips gyrated forward. She was clearly try to hump it. “Ehheh. Ah, awuahh…” Briana moaned like a zombie. Julie couldn’t look, she turned away, closing her eyes as tears started to form.
Briana could somewhat understand what was going on. She knew deep down that she was acting dumb, but it didn’t matter at all. Any feelings of remorse quickly met the growing numbness in her brain. The whispering inner monologue telling her to fight had melted quickly into gibberish. It all dissolved so fast. The only constant feeling she could hold onto was the warmth in her diaper. The drooping mush felt lovely to play in. If she swung her hips hard enough it would rub just the right way, sparking pleasure. “Diaah..” She uttered, just as her mind thought it.
He pulled the freestanding TV up in front of Julie. He had his classic cocky smile on again.
“Are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked. Julie gritted her teeth.
“You will never get away with this. I will fucking kill you.” Julie yelled, she wanted to spit him at too. But she didn’t want the same fate as her melting friend. The TV screen turned on. It was Sesame street.
“We’ll see.” He said, “Have fun baybee! We’re gonna play together soon!” He said, watching as Julie closed her eyes.
“No!” She said, facing away from the screen. He didn’t seem to worry. Instead, he walked up to Briana. Drops of drool were dripping onto her breasts as her head slowly moved aimlessly back and forth.
“Someone is a lot happier now, huh?” He said, grabbing her chin and pulling her face up toward his.
“Guahuu!” Briana moaned, her words meaningless. He pressed his hand into the front of her diaper “Uuaahh” She responded, feeling electric pleasure erupt. It pushed through every muscle in her body. Her completely useless bowels responded with a low growling fart. A soft flow of mess dumped into the back of her diaper. There was zero effort put in to push it out, or stop it. Naturally what little was in her bladder squirted out. He could feel it warm in his hand. A sharp fart popped out, then a couple seconds later a softer fart plopped out as the train ended.
“Mmm fuck yeah this is a good one.” He said, grabbing himself. After a few strokes he grabbed the keys in his right front pocket. He dug the key into the cuff locks, undoing the feet first. When he undid the right arm, it flopped to her side. Briana hung on her left wrist, until that unlocked too. She collapsed like a bag of meat onto the floor. “Get up.” He said, pulling her body onto her knees. Briana wasn’t present. Her eyelids were half open. He pulled his pants down, and shoved it in her mouth.
Julie looked out of the corner of her eye at the sound of flapping gurgles. She wished her intuition wasn’t right.
“What the fuck??” She said in a screeching whisper. Her eye was open just enough to catch a flash from the screen. Her pupil darted away from Briana to the screen. Suddenly her eyes opened, seeing the familiar red hue of Sesame street.
“Noo..” She whined to herself. She tried looking away. Her neck pulled to the side, but her eyes remained locked on the screen. Her brain brightened with familiar happy dopamine waves.
“Fuck.” He said, throwing Briana to the side. She collapsed, her head bonked off the floor. She murmured inaudible nonsense. Writhing in nonsensical movements.
“What did I tell you, a little baby like yourself just can’t help themselves but watch, can they?” He asked, walking up to Julie. She blushed, not even looking at him.
“It’s not fair! You made this all, tricky to not watch!” She said light heartedly. Julie didn’t feel as worried as before. He was way more attractive than she originally thought. Instead of fighting, she felt the need to impress him.
“It’s easy not to watch if you aren't a baby.” He said, he looked at the screen, exaggerating it by moving his head back and forth. He looked back at Julie. “See? It’s easy. Maybe you actually like watching baby shows.” He suggested. It kinda made sense to Julie, as weird as it was to accept.
“You’re going to listen really close to me.” He said right into her ear. Half her brain stayed focused on the TV screen. The other half instantly dedicated to his words. “Nod up and down if you’re listening to me.” He said.
Julie was apprehensive. She didn’t do anything for a second. But slowly, her head nodded up and down.
“You want to be a good girl for me, right?” He said. Her mind saw a crystal clear ‘Yes’ form. It started in her lungs, but she was able to push it down by biting her lip.
“Right?” He said, this time grabbing her crotch. He knew exactly where to press. Julie inhaled, her mind fluttered with ecstasy. Vague memories from the night he invaded her house surfaced.
“Yes Daddy I want to be a good girl.” She blurted out, wincing as she did so. “Ugh… stop. Please.” She said, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“Do you really want that?” He said, rubbing. It wasn’t fair. Julie couldn’t help herself. She started moving her hips rhythmically.
“Mm..” She moaned. She knew this was a losing battle. She started stuffing all the adult thoughts she had into a suitcase. “I know I’m an adult. I don’t like diapers. I don’t want to be a baby.” She repeated over and over to herself. She stuffed those thoughts down deep in her mind. He stopped rubbing, walking away. As much as she hated to admit it, a part of her missed his presence.
Elmo talked to his goldfish in a white room. It was a nice pause from the stress of the situation. Julie was zoned out. Her head slouched to the right side. The sound of buzzing grew louder as he walked back. Julie knew the sound before the wand hit the bottom of her diaper.
“Ahh..” She moaned, feeling damper padding vibrate into her. The thoughts in her mind changed to flashy pleasure.
“You’re going to be a good girl. And you’re going to listen.” He said, again talking directly into her ear.
“Yes Daddy.” She breathed, this time there was little fight.
“You want to be a Baby for me.” He said.
“I wanna be Baby for you Daddy.” She said, her lips loosening at the end. It was hot, and nearly impossible to restrict the pleasure coming from her diaper.
“You want be dumb.” He said.
“I wanna be Duhmmy.” She said, articulating the ‘D’ hard so spit would come out.
“Blow snot out of your nose.” He said. Without hesitation, Julie blew air through her nostrils. Stray flem shot out and onto her lips.
“Harder.” He said. With full lung capacity, Julie blew out as hard as she could, making her ears pop. It dislodged boogers and any remaining snot. It splattered onto her mouth and chin. Julie giggled. She felt on her face how stupid she looked.
“Good Girl.” He said, clicking the vibrator up a notch.
“Mmm!” Julie squealed, her face expression heightened. Her mouth opened, panting now.
“How dumb do you want to be for me?” He asked.
“So dumb for you Daddy.” She said back. That hurt her a little bit. She knew that one was wrong. But the thought mixed away into the swirling mind batter.
“Prove it, what do you want me to do to you?” He said, it was an interesting question. Julie’s mind instantly went to the easiest place it could. The river of pleasure coming from her diaper. When she thought of it, the adult part of her tried scrubbing it away. But it just slipped out.
“M-make me need diapers.” She said, biting down so hard on her lip it nearly pursed the skin. He turned the wand up again.
“Mmm, you don’t want to be potty trained?” He asked, his voice was clearly starting to lose it. He was already stroking himself. Julie nodded up and down. “Say it.” He said.
“I..” Julie said, stopping for a moment. She closed her eyes hard. The only remaining part of her adult self stopped it. She knew it was futile, like holding up a rock that was too heavy. He saw her struggle. With one simple motion he clicked to the second highest setting.
It was too much. Julie looked away from the screen for the first time, and directly into the man’s eyes.
“I don’t want to be potty trained, Daddy.” She said dead serious in full adult articulation.
“Mmm fuck.” He said, pushing her head back to the side so he could talk into her ear. “You’re not potty trained.” He said. Julie’s mind threw the pitch, and he knocked it out of the park. Like the plug popping out of the tub. Julie’s bladder fully released unrestricted into her diaper. Her muscles were numb. There was no stopping it. Julie’s mind only knew the feeling of diapers. It’s the only way she peed. They felt like a prison.
“Go easy on me.” Julie said, the distant part of her tried it as an option to stop the insanity.
“You think that’s enough?” He said, Julie didn’t understand.
“I can’t remember anything. I only know diapers, Daddy.” She said, trying to bargain with him.
“No. You’re not getting off that easy.” He said, “You’re going to be my diaper slave. Inside and out. You’re right. I can’t keep you guys here. People will wonder where you went. So you’re going to help me.” He said.
“How will I help you, Daddy?” Julie asked.
“You’re going to fuck with your friends for me. It’s like you’re my secret little agent. You will sabotage them. Secretly. Subtly. You will bring them back to me.” He demanded. Julie’s brain tried with everything it had to resist the command. It was the last remaining will of her mental fortitude.
“I..” She said, he saw the hesitation.
“You will do it, because you want to be Daddy’s good girl.” He said, Julie felt another memory for the first night resurface. The feeling of him slipping in, filling her. He clicked it to the highest possible setting. Julie gasped, breathing in. She started to come in her diaper.
“You’re going to fuck your friends over.” He whispered.
“I’m going to fuck my friends over Daddy.” She yelled back.
“You’re Daddy’s diaper slave.” He said.
“I’m Daddy’s FUCKING diaper slave.” She screamed, the connections in her brain fusing.
“You will struggle to remember your potty training. If you ever need to pee, you will wet yourself on purpose and make a scene. You will love having accidents. You will drink water all day everyday. You will sabotage your friends. You will do this, because you’re Daddy’s diaper slave.” He said. Julie started gurgling. She tried repeating the words but it came out just as messy as the back of her diaper.
“Forget everything. Forget ever coming here.” He commanded. Julie’s brain was powerless. It journeyed through his commands. “My wet diaper slut. Forget.” He said
“Igung ffff…” She tried to repeat, but couldn’t.
“Forget.”
Comments
Maggie's Cappies
That’s always what I’m going for ;)
Emma Pines
Well, mark me down as scared, and horny! < :)
