She won´t change – Chapter Twelve – Not all good things must end.
“Okay Erika, it’s been one month. So as promised, I’ll give you your speech back. But if you say anything naughty I’ll take it right back. Understand?”
The infant girl in the high chair nodded her head at Mrs. Harling, who was standing over her while she spoke. She took out a light blue book and read aloud the otherworldly inscriptions on the page before her. Suddenly, Erika felt like a hand that had been gripping her throat for the past month had just released itself, and she took a deep breath as she began speaking.
“He… Hello?” Her voice was light and childish, like that of a little girl. “Well it’s about da-” she received a stern look from the witch, and changed her wording. “I mean… Thank you, Mommy.”
Mrs. Harling smiled. “That’s more like it. Maybe there’s hope for you yet. It seems like you’re starting to settle into your new lifestyle. I saw you enjoying yourself quite a bit playing with Matt.”
The baby blushed in embarrassment. She crossed her arms and attempted to defend what was left of her dignity. “I was not! I hate being like this. I get mush every day for every meal, I have nothing to play with but those stupid blocks and rattles, I can’t hold my shi- um, my poop for more than a minute, and the only two people I have to talk to is you and that man/baby/whatever it is. I just want you to change me back so I can go home.”
Mrs. Harling turned to the kitchen counter and removed a bottle from the cabinet. She began filling it with formula as she responded, “Well, you should be happy that I got to you before you made the tragic mistake of murdering that poor boy. Now your only punishment is to be babied for a little while, rather than being locked in prison for years and years.”
“I’d rather be anywhere but here,” Erika said defiantly.
“Well, then you obviously haven’t been to prison before.” The witch finished filling the bottle and picked it up. She closed her eyes and focused her energy, heating the bottle in her hand. When she finished, she turned back to the infant girl. “Now drink up, and I’ll burp you afterwards. Then you can go play with Matt for a little while before your nap time.”
Erika grudgingly took the bottle and shoved it in her mouth. She tried not to enjoy the funny-tasting liquid, but it was growing on her like an addiction. She was afraid of what she might start liking next.
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On Monday, Sara said her final goodbyes to many of her friends that would be leaving for college. She also met up with John once more at the end of the day to see if he had any final suggestions regarding a change. She was wearing sweatpants, but the diaper had grown beyond the point of hiding. It quite noticeably bulged in front and back, and caused the crotch to be displaced farther down her thighs than normal. Unfortunately, John had no answer for her. As far as he could tell, she was stuck until her grounding was over. Sara expected no different, but was still discouraged that her final attempt at freedom had fallen away from her.
As promised, Sara was confined to the house for the three weeks following her release from school. She had no phone, so her only sources of entertainment were the TV and her sister. She spent a lot of time with her sister, discussing school and boys and other such subjects. They drew and colored some pictures together, and when they got bored of that, they played card games or watched TV. Sara also began spending more time with her mother. They talked more about Sara’s college and future plans, and Sara began formulating ideas for what she wanted to do.
All the while, her diaper grew, much to her discontent. Every day added at least another 2 pounds to the horrible, noxious mixture of urine and feces. As fate would have it, she also came down with a case of the runs, and for two whole days her bowels continuously pumped out wet, mushy diarrhea. This generously added to the diaper’s girth, so that by the end of 2 weeks, her diaper was even more full than it had been from her last punishment. Standing up, it was only an inch away from the floor, and extended more than a foot in both the front and back. At the end of this 2-week period, Sara decided to step on the scale in her bathroom, just out of sheer curiosity. She had been about 120 pounds the last time she weighed herself. The scale now read 168. This number left the girl in total disbelief, but she also felt sort of impressed and strangely proud of such a feat. She wondered, almost with anticipation, how much the diaper would weigh by the end of her month-long punishment.
As before, the rash continued to worsen, and Sara was almost constantly rubbing the padding to relieve the itching and pain. She had to avoid doing this in front of her family, however, because she realized it would look like she was rubbing herself. So, whenever she was speaking with Beth or her parents, she had to suffer through the agonizing itch and bite of the rash until she could finally seclude herself and relieve the horrible sensation.
After three weeks, the diaper began to slide across the ground whenever Sara walked. Every trip to another room was a workout, and left her sweating and panting. Her mother began to worry a bit, but Sara attributed it to the summer heat. This was partially true, as the heat was another factor that intensified Sara’s suffering. The entire area inside the diaper constantly felt like an oven, and the sweat from her crotch and legs was absorbed into the padding, adding yet another substance to the toxic concoction. The smell of sweat, shit, and piss all rolled into one and suffocated Sara every moment of the day. No amount of perfume or deodorant could overpower the terrible stench, and Sara felt sick every once in a while because of it. Ironically, this only irritated her stomach further, causing her to excrete even more diarrhea.
It was about this time that Sara’s mother grew seriously worried about her daughter’s condition. She called the doctor to come over, and he examined Sara while she lay sweating in her bed. Laying down, the diaper jutted upwards a full 2 feet and reached forward to the very edge of the bed, nearly hanging off. Sara found it impossible to close her legs, and they were at a constant 90 degree angle. The doctor, who could not see the diaper or the rash, attributed the sickness to a bacteria and prescribed some antibiotics, explaining that she should be healed in the next week or so. During that time, Sara remained in her bed while Beth and her mother brought her food and drinks. She accepted them gratefully, though her appetite was minimal. She left the antibiotics on her nightstand and threw one away every day, knowing full well that her sickness was no bacteria.
Remaining in her bed at least spared Sara the need to carry the horrendous load strapped to her waist, and helped her recover considerably. She was still nauseous due to the smell, but opening her windows and turning her fans on helped alleviate it a bit. What still could not be controlled was the rash. Sara had given up on rubbing, as it now only made her skin hurt worse. She tried taking her mind off of it by watching TV or surfing the web, but neither helped. She counted as the minutes passed by slowly, and began to wonder if she should just give in and tell her parents about the diaper. But she kept reminding herself that she had made it this far already. In just a few more days, she would finally be free.
A week later, Sara’s dad entered her room where Sara still lay. He held Sara’s phone in his hand. “Well, your punishment is finally over Sara. I hoped you’ve learned a little lesson about lying to us and not minding what we say.” He handed her the phone, and she smiled gratefully.
“Yeah, I did.” Her voice was still a bit hoarse from sickness. “I’m real sorry about that. It was really stupid of me to go to that party in the first place.”
“Well, it’s good that you realize that. I trust you’ll remember that going into college.”
Sara reached up and hugged her father. “Love you, Dad.”
Her father received the hug happily. “I love you too, sweetheart.” They released each other, then her father said, “Oh yeah, John’s waiting out front for you. I don’t know if you’re feeling well enough but-”
Sara jumped at this news, her eyes lighting up. John could finally change her out of this damn thing! “I’ll be right down!” she responded eagerly.
Her dad left the room and Sara stood up, allowing the diaper to sag to the floor. As when she was laying down, her legs were still spread at a right angle, and she realized that she would have to walk like that all the way to John’s car. The diaper was stained a deep brown-yellow, and dragged behind her several feet as she walked through the hallway. She had given up on sweatpants and now wore a skirt as she walked. The load was almost too much for the girl to handle, but the sheer will to get changed urged her onward. She couldn’t help but make a quick stop in the bathroom to step on the scale. She had to lift her diaper up with her hands and set it down on top of the scale before stepping on it herself. She watched the numbers roll by and finally stop at 235. Holy shit! she thought. Disgusting as it was, she also found it incredible. Who would’ve thought that a person could produce 115 pounds of liquid and waste in just a month?
After staring in awe at the numbers for a few moments, she continued her trip down the stairs. She heard the diaper thump loudly behind her with each step as she made her way down steadily. Finally she reached the front door and looked out to the car where John was waiting. She dragged her massive diaper all the way over and greeted him at his window. His eyes were wide with amazement at the scene before him, as he saw the diaper drop down well below her knee-length skirt and to the ground.
“So…” he started. “How was the grounding?”
Sara could only smile at the life-saving sight of John’s face. “Terrible,” she said, still smiling. “Now take me to your place and change me out of this thing.”
Sara walked to the passenger side and manually lifted her diaper in before sitting down. It reached all the way out to the glove box and squished against it, flattening the front. The bottom sagged down off the seat and to the floor, and Sara could hardly find room for her legs in the mess. John smelled Sara’s terrible odor and opened the windows. The car ride seemed especially long as the rash continued to eat at Sara’s skin, but they eventually made it. John assisted Sara out of the car, helping to lift her mess out after her, and they walked slowly together towards the front door, Sara’s arm wrapped around John’s shoulders due to exhaustion. They made their way to the bathroom, as they had done previously, and Sara stepped into the bathtub, lifting her diaper over the edge.
“You don’t know how much I need this, John.” Her voice was filled with tired relief as John finally reached for the tapes and unstrapped the diaper. The front and back fell to the floor of the tub, but it did not make much noise as the bulk of the padding was already resting on the floor. Its sheer thickness caused it to still almost touch Sara’s crotch even after the tapes were undone and it was laying flat in the tub. The two struggled significantly to lift it out of the tub, but eventually accomplished it without causing too much mess. John instructed Sara to lay down in the tub as she had done before, and Sara complied, taking off her top and bra before doing so. At last, the soothing soap and water made contact with Sara’s red, chaffed skin, and burned significantly as it cleaned her. The drying mess came off in large chunks as John continued to scrub, and he found it necessary to force some of it down the drain using the wooden handle of a nearby plunger.
After an hour, Sara was finally clean. John dried her tender skin gently with a towel and began applying lotion and powder, which felt heavenly to Sara. Shortly after, a new diaper appeared and strapped onto Sara’s waist as it had done numerous times before. Finally, she could stand up and close her legs normally. Free of the terrible burden, she hugged John tightly for a long time. “Thank you, John. Thank you so much.”
After the two managed to drag the enormous diaper out to the garbage can, they settled down on John’s bed as they had done two months ago. They looked each other in the eye, each feeling total and absolute love for the other, and locked lips in a long and wonderful kiss.
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For the third time, Sara pulled up the neglected driveway. She didn’t even bother knocking this time, as she knew the witch would answer before her hand reached the door.
Mrs. Harling seemed all too happy to see her. “Come in come in, dear! I see you’re finally free of that horribly filled diaper of yours. Oh, what fun that must have been!”
“Yeah, LOADS of fun.” Sara meant this to be sarcastic but realized the accidental joke, and the two shared a long laugh together as they made their way through the book-filled hallway.
They reached the room in which Sara’s ordeal had first begun. Matt and Erika sat in the middle of the floor, and looked over at the entering girl.
“Sara?!” Erika cried.
Sara was shocked. “Wait a minute, that baby can talk? How does she know my name?”
Mrs. Harling responded, “Oh! I almost forgot! Sara, meet my newly adopted daughter, Erika!”
Erika? Sara thought. She looked again at the baby girl, who appeared very uncomfortable in her presence. Sara started coming to a realization. “Wait a minute… Is that…”
“Eric?” the witch intervened. “Not anymore! Like I said, she’s my cute widdle baby girl now!”
Sara stared in disbelief. Then, she laughed. And she laughed some more, louder and higher. Her laughs became shrieks of joy as she fell to the floor, unable to contain herself. The very irony of it all! The strong, handsome jerk transformed into a helpless baby girl was too much for Sara to handle. She laughed so much that she cried, and tears streamed down her face as her fists pounded the ground.
Erika’s face grew deep red from embarrassment and shame. Matthew looked on in amusement, and Mrs. Harling started to look worried. “Alrighty, I think it’s Erika’s nap time.” She walked over to the girl and picked her up, escorting her quickly out of the room. Sara’s laughter finally began to subside as the witch reentered.
“I’m sorry,” she said, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright dear, I understand that that must have been rather… unexpected for you. But on to the reason I called you over. As you know, I’ve been watching your behavior, and I must say that you have transformed yourself over the past few months. You are now good friends with your sister and show decent respect for your mother and father. I believe that you have truly come to repent your old, irresponsible behavior. All that is left is for you to apologize to Matt.”
Sara was a bit confused. “He’s just a baby. How is he gonna understand what I’m saying?”
She heard a little boy’s voice from behind her. “I’ll understand you just fine.” She turned around and looked at the baby, astonished.
“Did that baby just…”
“Oh, that’s a story for another time, dear. Now go on.”
Sara walked over and knelt down next to the small boy. “Hey Matt. I’m really sorry about what I did to you the day I babysat you. It was really irresponsible and selfish, and I wasn’t thinking about your best interest. I swear that I’ll never ignore a baby’s needs again, or anyone’s for that matter. Because let’s face it, other people are just as important as I am.”
Just then, a gust of wind blew through the room. Sara felt her diaper loosen a bit, and she reached down to touch it. She now noticed a gap between the opening of the diaper and her waist. She tried undoing one of the tapes, and it came off successfully. The spell had finally been lifted.
Sara redid the tape and stood up. She walked over to Mrs. Harling and looked at her seriously. “This was the worst punishment I’ve ever been through, and I hope I never have to go through anything as terrible as this again. But without it, I would never have found John or gotten as close to my family as I am now.” She pulled the witch into a hug. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Harling.”
Mrs. Harling hugged her back. “You’re welcome, Sara. I’m glad you finally changed your attitude for the better.” They released each other, and Mrs. Harling began speaking again. “Now, you’ve probably undone your potty training quite a bit in this time period, but not to worry. I have some spells that can-”
“Oh,” Sara cut her off, “that’s alright, Mrs. Harling. I think I actually like wearing these diapers. It’s really convenient, and John says they look cute on me.”
A bit confused, Mrs. Harling shrugged her shoulders. “Alright, suit yourself dear. But your diaper is now visible to everyone.”
“That’s alright,” Sara said. “I can keep them hidden pretty well under my clothes. And besides, who cares if someone finds out?”
Mrs. Harling was pleased. “Ah, that horrible teen pride of yours is finally gone. You’ve made great progress, Sara.”
After a moment, Sara asked, “So… What is the deal with the talking baby?”
The End of She wont change – Chapter Twelve.
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