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Day 4
Jackie’s casual descent went on. She woke up wet—wetter than anybody should ever be. Even without the added liquid the gradual growth of her padding meant that even dry it would have nearly been at her ankles dry. However her constant fountain-like pissing had left the massive nappy insanely heavy.
The brunette moved to complain but no words tumbled out of her mouth, merely a slew of unintelligible sounds that didn’t actually amount to passable english. Without even rising from the bed Jackie untaped the diaper, allowing the heavy front to fall open so she could rise from it unhindered by the weight of what must have been dozens of nighttime wettings that she’d missed through the constant nightmares.
She was perfectly content with just leaving the padding there before moving to her dresser to collect a new one like the day before. Another day, another haphazard tape job. The twinge of an itch around Jackie’s waist was starting to flare up due to her improper changing techniques and the smell of pee had started to permeate the house with her improperly disposed of hyper-soaked diapers.
There was a list of preparations for her to make for her upcoming first day of classes today but it quickly left Jackie’s mind once she got up and started crawling around the house. Every thought faded like that, to the point where she’d somehow wasted an entire day crawling around her house, drinking juice, and eating crackers.
Day 5
“Jackie!”
The shout roused the brunette from her place on the kitchen floor. Her eyes snapped open to see her mother standing there with crossed arms and a stern look. Jackie had intended to get up, even sliding her legs underneath her to do so, but as her muscles pulled and strained to lift her she realized there was more there than just the body weight. The diaper around her waist held easily that much in its massive amounts of absorbent padding.
Her legs failed underneath her, flailing out uselessly as Jackie plopped back into the soggy seat of her diaper, only now realizing how bad it’d gotten. She was processing a lot more now that her mom was standing in front of her, recognizing some of the previous day's events as absurd and seeing the abysmal state she’d allowed her living situation to become.
Jackie opened her mouth to speak, to try and explain some of the previous events to her mother, but once again she couldn’t get the words out. Baby babble tumbled uselessly out of her mouth along with a myriad of cracker crumbs from a ritz still stuck in her cheek.
“W-Wah wha cahn’d I twalk wight?” she thought, struggling to get her tongue to form syllables again. She recognized that even her thoughts were tinted in a layer of ‘toddler talk’ that made her want to cringe.
She expected her mom to let her have it, throwing out lots of high decibel questions about why the house likely reeked of piss, where the gigantic diapers had come from, and why the hell Jackie couldn’t say words like an adult.
For better or worse, however, none of that happened. Instead, her mother asked a shocking question: “Did your babysitter leave you here all alone honey?”
“Bahbaysittah!?”
Jackie’s mom bent down, inspecting her daughter up close before tsking at her disappointingly. “She must have because nobody but a big baby like you could have put on a diaper like this.”
Jackie balked at the claim, wanting to respond but knowing she couldn’t. The words just wouldn’t come. She instead had to reel and fight with the fact that this was normal to her mom. Hell, she even thought she’d hired a babysitter for her time away.
It brought into perspective just how complacent she’d been over the last 5 days with her increasingly babyish tendencies. The plug had been weird and expanded inside of her, she had been pissing an impossible amount and every day her diapers got thicker and thicker. It was all so much like the terror she’d experienced at the hands of that entity but physically worse.
Those, combined with the strange nightmares, were changing Jackie, leaving her unable to cope with her changes. It all started with that damned butt plug. She’d bought it and put it in just to have her whole world changed.
She struggled to consider whether the shop owner had decided to play a prank on her or if the monster she’d been stalked by all this time was altering the world around her like this, though it was hard to produce any clear thoughts at this point. First, all her thoughts sounded like they were said by a Sesame Street character. Second, her mom was very thoroughly wiping down her groin with multiple baby wipes, griping that the rash that was developing was because of her poor job in changing herself. Third, Jackie kept trying to throw her hands down in front of her crotch to stop her mother’s prying eyes from seeing it all despite the fact that the older woman was obviously not bothered by it.
“Jackie stop fidgeting, we need to get you cleaned up properly!”
Once she was wrapped in the new padding Jackie was placed in front of the television while her mother picked up the mess around the house, eventually having to lug multiple massive diapers out of the place with each taking up an extra-large garbage bag of its own.
Jackie fumed, not paying attention to the puppets on screen in the slightest while she tried to focus on a solution. The plug itself wasn’t likely to come out easily but if that was the problem Jackie would have been foolish not to try.
That’s when another thought hit her head, one she couldn’t believe she’d let slip.
“I bouwght sowmethin ewlse. A b-b-bwoook. I nee tha Bwoook!”
The brunette couldn’t believe she’d forgotten her spell book that she’d purchased specifically for this issue! All she had to do was find it and whip up a spell from it.
How hard could it be?