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The Potty Draining Chart - Last Day
🕑 Added 2023-09-24 10:19:35 +0000 UTCVanessa woke up early, morning birds and dawn light filtering into the nursery.
Nicole’s diaper had filled up in the night, which offered no surprises; just another task for her to take care of. Her body was a bit sore, but that offered no surprises either–she’d slept in a different bed, and after rolling over in bed, her chest had been pressed up against the crib bars. A slight tenderness in her breasts was to be expected.
Deciding to let Nicole sleep a little longer, she gingerly stood in the crib, working the latch and pushing the bars open. Stepping over her sleeping friend, she hopped to the ground, wobbling a bit, surprised to find herself off balance.
“Woah,” she said, pulling her arms in after she caught herself. That was…odd.
Waving it off, she walked out of the nursery and to the bathroom, getting herself ready for the day, enjoying the early dawn time when Nicole was still asleep, where she had a little time to herself.
Reaching for her toothbrush, she glanced down at herself. She was just in a T-shirt and panties, the same clothes she’d gone to bed in, but something about it felt a bit…off. Her breasts looked larger than they had the night before, standing out in the baggy shirt more than normal. She could feel the fabric roughly against her nipples, more sensitive than they normally felt.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she laughed it off. “Oh no,” she said sarcastically, reassuring herself. “Nicole got turned into a baby, you just got a nice rack. Truly, I’ve been cursed–get over yourself, Vanessa, the magic didn’t do anything to you.”
She could have looked at the chart on the way back to confirm, but she didn’t want to admit to herself that it was possible she’d been affected somehow. It was bad enough watching the regression happen to her friend, let alone to think about what transformation might afflict her next. Vanessa kept her eyes well clear of the chart, refusing to check what it said.
Walking back over to Nicole, she shook her friend awake. “Hey, Nic–time to get up, you need a change.”
Nicky rolled over sleepily, blinking up at Vanessa. Her eyes had taken on a slightly glassy look, like she was perpetually surprised and shocked by what she saw. Taking in new information. At least she was able to crawl after Vanessa and help herself up onto the changing table, and she knew to lie still while her mucky diaper was cleaned up, tossed out, and replaced with a fresh one. While she lay there, she just stared up at Vanessa, suckling her thumb, gaze looking a little down, not at V’s face, but lower.
At her chest.
“Do I look different today?” Vanessa asked. “Or… do I seem different?”
Nicole shrugged, spitting out her finger for a moment.
“Okay, well…I’m going to go make breakfast,” Vanessa said. “How does oatmeal sound?”
Genuinely thinking for a moment, Nicole shook her head and made a face like she’d just been offered steamed brussel sprouts.
“Eh…okay. Pancakes?”
Again, a very firm ‘No’.
“Cereal?”
Sticking out her tongue, Nicole said, “Blegh, gwoss.”
Vanessa hesitated. “Nicky, you need to eat something. What sounds good?”
Nicole shook her head and said, “I’unno,” but her thumb drifted back into her mouth, and her eyes locked with Vanessa’s tender, swollen breasts once again.
Finally, Vanessa got it. “Oh, no…”
Turning, she walked to the door, throwing it in so she could check the chart. On it, she saw the doodle, and her heart sank.
It pictured her, clearly, sitting with Nicole in her lap. Vanessa had been drawn with her breasts exposed, and Nicole was…nursing. Sucking on V’s tit with an expression of bliss.
“Nicole,” she said, uncertain and worried, suddenly acutely aware of the weight in her breasts–they weren’t just bigger, they felt swollen. Full. “Er…I think I know what you’re going to want for breakfast.”
Nicole sat up on her elbows. “Wassat?”
Flushing, Vanessa said, “How does just…milk sound?”
Eyes widening, Nicole nodded. “Mhmm!”
That confirmed it. Nicole had been fully regressed–barely able to speak, unable to walk, fully dependent on her diapers, and now back to the point of needing to be nursed.
There wasn’t much to be done about it.
Helping Nicky off the changing table, Vanessa led her to the living room and sat down on the couch, where they’d be able to sit comfortably next to her. There was no way to do this that didn’t feel intensely awkward, so she just got it over with–lifting off her shirt, Vanessa sat back, allowing Nicole access to her breasts.
Her friend pulled up onto her lap, lips sealing hungrily over Vanessa’s nipple. She began to suck, and V felt the milk trickle out of her, into Nicole’s waiting mouth.
Tenderness subsiding, she laid a hand on Nicole’s head, sitting back. It felt good to have that pressure released, the tenderness subsiding. Based on her expression, Nicole, too, was enjoying herself–utterly satisfied with her meal.
They sat together, in an intensely intimate embrace. Nicole seemed unaware of the sheer awkwardness of it all, and while Vanessa initially felt awkward enough for the both of them, eventually her initial shock wore away. After a while, Nicole moved to the other breast, working on it too, hungry and focused on satisfying herself. They were close, and they were together.
Vanessa had never expected this, never even expected that between the two of them, she’d be the one managing their responsibilities, but… she could live with this. The chart had pushed them to the limits, but not beyond them–Vanessa could still care for Nicole like this, and as long as she had the capacity to be there for her friend, she would.
“Today’s the last day on the chart.” She spoke much to herself as to Nicole. “I don’t know what happens when it fills up. Maybe it clears out, and all this goes away. Maybe it just refreshes and we get two more weeks of…new things. I don’t even know what those would be. I just don’t know what’s going to happen.”
Looking up at her, Nicole pulled away from her meal for a moment, milk dribbling down her lip. She made eye contact with Vanessa and smiled, reaching down so she could take her friend’s hand.
“Fwiendth,” she lisped. “Nuh madda what.”
They didn’t know what the chart would do next, what the future held, but Nicole was right. Whether they were peers, bantering and teasing and talking about boys, or whether they were caregiver and infant, one watching out for the other, caring for the other, they would be in each other’s lives.
“Friends.”
Vanessa pulled her friend close again, in a tight, loving hug.
“No matter what.”
The End.
Comments
Beautiful story, Pecu, and thank you for writing it and sharing it. Would love to see an epilogue telling us what happened next... If Nic was able to start relearning to be the grownup she used to be... maybe diapered, maybe not. Or alternatively, did she continue regressing, or maybe start shrinking to become a full-on baby girl? What happened to bring the chart to their lives and where did it go next... So many questions, and all of them unanswered. Little Nicole was lucky to have such a lovely friend to take care of her that way. I for one loved the story, and I know I'm not the only one.
