She wont change – Chapter Five – A rash decision
A crystal ball sat on a round table in a dark room. The witch pronounced some incantations over it, and suddenly it shined brightly. After a moment, the 72″ high-definition plasma screen on the far wall flicked into view. It was connected to the ball by several wires, and showed a picture identical to the one seen on the ball, only bigger and clearer. Mrs. Jenna Harling silently praised her own ingenuity. Finally, she thought, I won’t have to squint at that little ball anymore.
The screen displayed an 18 year old girl kneeling on the floor of a mall. She seemed to be in pain, but nothing noticeable was happening. Mrs. Harling pressed a button on her remote, removing the girl’s clothing and revealing a large diaper underneath. Now she could hear the squish and crackle of the girl’s defecation, and giggled happily.
“Don’t you think she’s had enough?” a voice next to her asked.
“Are you kidding? Have you seen the way this girl behaves? Just this morning she yelled at her mother for offering to make a sandwich. No, this one’s got a long way to go.”
“She’s 18. If she wants to ruin her life then I say let her.”
“But while she ruins her life, she also hurts those around her. I mean, look what she did to you! Her selfish neglect gave you a terrible rash.”
“Well, that’s true.” Matthew rubbed his baby bottom with a tiny hand. “But what if she ends up enjoying herself, like what happened to me?”
“Please, Matthew. Does it look like she’s enjoying herself?” On the screen, the girl’s face was now red with shame as she sat in her mess in the red corvette.
“Well I hated this at first, you know. Totally dependent on you, feeling completely powerless and worthless… But once I accepted the punishment, I started to make the best of it. Pretty soon, I didn’t even want to change back. You take care of everything for me while I get amusement out of the simplest toys. Who knows? Maybe she’ll find somebody to change her and realize that her situation isn’t so bad.”
“That’s all fine and good, Matt. But the most important thing is that you learned your lesson. You were so controlling and manipulative as my husband, and it affected the lives of everyone around you, including mine. By turning you into a baby, I humbled you. I stripped you of any power you might have had, and it changed you for the better. Whether or not this girl grows to enjoy her predicament is irrelevant. She must learn that the world does not revolve around her. Until then, she will be stuck in her own mess. Speaking of which…” She sniffed the air and looked at the infant accusingly, and he blushed and giggled.
Sara’s diaper grew thicker and heavier with each passing day. She now had 5 whole days’ worth of urine and feces trapped firmly inside the padding, which was now stained a brownish-yellow color. She began to fear that the diaper would leak or burst, but it only continued to expand. It now reached out several inches forward and backward, and drooped down past the halfway point of her thighs. Walking became a chore, as the diaper now seemed heavy as a bag of bricks. She continued to wear sweatpants and skirts, although she knew that nobody could see the padding. These clothes helped keep the mess from rubbing too much against her skin, whereas the yoga pants squished it tightly against her. Showering wasn’t a problem; when she stepped under the running water, she found out, the diaper repelled it away from itself. As for the smell, it grew worse each time she used her diaper. Just as it would wear off a bit, she would pee again, renewing the smell of rotting shit. She tried several perfumes including Poo Pourri, all to no avail. Even though nobody else could smell it, she was forced to suffer through it. But the worst part, which topped the smell, the weight and the texture combined, was the rash. Her crotch and butt now itched nonstop, and occasionally started to burn. The only way to relieve the pain was to grind the diaper against her hand or a hard surface, but this only provided partial relief for no more than a few minutes. Because of the constant grinding, the mess spread everywhere within her diaper, covering her waist and crotch from front to back. She feared she would develop a vaginal infection, but no symptoms indicating such an infection had occurred yet. She wished that the spell would wear off, as with each passing day she grew more desperate for a change.
She had told Eric to leave her alone for a few days, and he grudgingly complied. But on Friday, he gave into his primordial urges and called Sara after school.
Sara had been lying on her bed, watching TV and occasionally poking the ever-growing diaper, when she heard her phone ring. Seeing it was Eric, she ignored it, but he persisted and called twice more. Finally, she surrendered and answered. “Yeah.”
“Hey, I know you haven’t been feeling too great the past few days, but I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere tonight. I could take you to a movie if you want, and we can hang at my place afterwards.”
Sara thought about it, and decided that she needed to take her mind off her situation. “Sure, that sounds fun,” she responded.
“Great, I’ll pick you up in a few hours. What movie do you want to see?”
“Surprise me.”
“Alright. See ya.”
She hung up the phone and went back to her viewing. Just then, Bethany walked in. “Hey Sara, I was wondering if you could read over my paper real quick. I just need to know if it sounds good. I mean, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Sara glared at her. “So I guess knocking is a thing of the past?” Not that she cared that much. She was just constantly irritated at her sister.
Bethany blushed, “Oh, sorry! I’ll remember to next time. But could you read my paper please? It’s only a page long-“
“Look Bethany,” Sara cut her off. “When I was your age, I didn’t have an older sister to help me with my papers. Dad was always at work, and Mom couldn’t help me worth a shit. So just go do your own damn paper and leave me alone.”
Bethany drooped her head and scuffled quickly to the door, embarrassed by her intrusion. Sara watched her leave. She felt a small pang of guilt, but reminded herself that she shouldn’t have to do other people’s work. Just then, Sara’s rash worked up and stung her harshly. This lasted for several minutes, with Sara trying to massage the pain away. It eventually subsided, but Sara was sweating with the effort of keeping her yelps of pain silent. God, I hope this spell wears off soon, she thought.
She started thinking of potential candidates to change her diaper. She immediately ruled out anyone in her family, as she would never entrust them with such a secret. Eric was too much of a jerk and would probably break up with her straightaway. She had some friends at school, but they all gossip and she would never live it down. She eventually came up empty. She wanted to go back to that witch’s house and beat her down until she removed the spell, but Sara was afraid of her power. Still, she had to try something.
Sara pulled up the familiar cracked driveway. As she climbed out of her car, the squishy mess slopped down in her diaper, and she worked her way to the giant front door. She took a deep breath and was about to knock, when the door suddenly opened. She was greeted by the familiar, ageless face of Mrs. Harling. “Hello, darling! I’ve been expecting you. Please, come right in.” Sara stepped through the doorway. “So I see your diaper is filling out quite nicely.” Sara blushed. “Oh, just teasing dear! Come right this way, I’ll make you some tea.” The two made their way past several bookshelves – with Sara showing significant effort – until they came to a small room, complete with a couch, a large TV, and a small table with a strange, glowing ball in the center. Mrs. Harling opened a brown book from a nearby shelf and muttered some nonsense. Then, out of nowhere, two small cups of tea appeared on the table. “Please, have a seat dear. Make yourself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can get anyhow.” Sara rested her padded rear on the couch and felt the contents shift around her butt and between her legs. She picked up the tea and sipped it precariously. As she did so, she felt a familiar warmth spread over her crotch, and the smell of urine-saturated feces filled the air. “Well, I’d say you’ve made yourself quite comfortable,” Mrs. Harling said accusingly. Sara blushed again.
“Look Mrs. Harling, I’m here because I-“
“Oh, you don’t think I know why you’re here? We’ve been over this young lady, I’m not lifting the spell until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“But I HAVE! I won’t ever neglect a baby again, I swear on my life.”
“Oh, goodness.” The witch pinched her brow in frustration. “It’s more than just that, Sara. Have you even been paying attention to your actions over the past few days? Yelling at your family, using your boyfriend for money, and showing complete disregard for anyone but yourself?”
“Hey! I wouldn’t have to yell at my family if they weren’t so irritating. And I do not ‘use’ Eric, I-” she stopped short, realizing what Mrs. Harling had just said to her. “Wait a minute. How do you know what’s been going on the past few days?”
Mrs. Harling picked up a remote and flicked the TV on. She pushed a button, and a slideshow of short clips from the past few days formed on the screen. Sara watched in disgust, reliving each terrible moment that flashed before her. The single difference was that she was only wearing her diaper. Even her top was fully exposed, and she looked like a giant baby. She watched herself giving Eric a hand job during class, shitting her diaper on the mall floor, yelling at her mother and sister, rubbing her diaper in a desperate attempt at relief from the rash…
“YOU’VE BEEN SPYING ON ME?!” Sara was beyond angry. She dropped her tea cup to the floor, which shattered on contact, and lunged at the witch sitting beside her. But Mrs. Harling was too quick and stood up, dodging Sara’s attack.
Mrs. Harling pointed her finger at the girl and yelled, “Bindarus Shackalo!” Suddenly, Sara was strapped to the couch by heavy chains, her arms pinned to her sides. She struggled for release, but her efforts were worthless against the metal. “Let me go you bitch! I’ll call the fucking cops-“
“Ziparandulus!” Suddenly, a zipper appeared on the right side of Sara’s mouth, and Mrs. Harling pulled it to the left. Sara was left yelling muffled threats as her chained body writhed in anger.
Mrs. Harling looked on, amused at her efforts. “Now just look at the mess you’ve caused for yourself this time. When will you ever learn?” She left the girl raging on the couch as she left the room. She returned with yet another book, this one black with red writing. She opened to a page and muttered, “Cruciando padulia punoto.” A thin, wooden paddle appeared floating beside her. She looked at it, and a devious grin flashed across her face. “Punish her.”
The paddle complied with all due speed. It floated toward Sara and began slapping her padded, messy ass. The diaper provided little cushion, as the swings came down on her with a force harder than a strong man could muster. Sara cried out against her zipped lips, and tears began welling up in her eyes. The paddling combined with the rash was too much for the girl to handle, and she began shivering with pain as the paddle came down again and again with blinding speed. She couldn’t keep track of how many times she had been hit; she could only focus on the sharp, incredible pain it caused her. Every second that passed seemed like an hour, and every minute a year. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she heard the words, “That’s enough.” The paddle ceased and remained motionless above Sara’s behind. Sara was now shaking, her face red from the pain and covered in tears. Her ass was on the cusp of being totally numb, but the paddle had stopped just in time, leaving her with a pain that felt like a thousand sharp teeth digging into her skin. Mrs. Harling walked to the front of the helpless, messy girl and glared down at her. “Let this be a lesson, sweetie. Don’t EVER mess with a witch.”
At the snap of her finger, the chains binding Sara were released and her mouth was free to open, although she kept it shut. She slowly pulled herself to a sitting position, and her lip quivered from the lasting pain on her ass. “Now you listen to me, young lady. Your attitude has caused pain to those around you: your friends, your family, and even those you don’t know. You take what you have for granted, and you never consider anyone else’s feelings but your own. You use your boyfriend for money just as much as he uses you for sex, and it has led to an unhealthy, empty relationship. You’ve been slacking on your schoolwork and seem to have no direction in your life. I’ve given you an easy option to change that diaper by simply informing someone of your situation, but your pride has kept you from doing so. You may not realize it now, but I am trying to help you. And until you change your ways, you won’t be changing that diaper.”
Sara sat in the movie theater with Eric beside her. Her ass still felt like pins and needles, and she occasionally tried rubbing her diaper to relieve some of the pain. She was barely paying attention to the idiotic comedy that Eric had chosen; she couldn’t quit thinking about what had occurred with Mrs. Harling. She occasionally heard Eric burst out laughing at a fart gag or sexual insult and feigned laughter. She started seriously considering her relationship with him. Was Mrs. Harling right? Was this an empty relationship built on sex and money? She had to find out if there was something deeper. The popcorn was starting to get to her, and she leaned to the side to defecate once more. She was starting to get used to simply going whenever she needed to.
The movie finally ended, and they headed back to Eric’s oversized house. They headed up to his room and lay together, with Eric occasionally fondling Sara’s boobs. “Hey Sara, you know there’s a sale going on at the mall tomorrow. Was thinking of maybe taking you there, if you do me a favor…”
As he reached toward Sara’s vagina, her stomach dropped. What would happen if he tried to touch her diaper? She grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away, but he was too strong for her. He reached under her sweatpants, and his hand slid straight through the diaper as if it weren’t there. It also phased straight through the poop, and began rubbing Sara’s clit. Sara stared in bewilderment: How is this possible? He can’t see it OR touch it? After a bit of toying, he removed his hand from her pants, and it came out clean. He ripped off his shirt and started unzipping his jeans. He pulled a condom out of the pocket and unwrapped it. Soon, he was lying naked on his bed with Sara next to him, his cock fully erect and the condom securely in place. “Come on babe,” he said. “It won’t bite, unless you want it to.”
Sara followed suit and began taking off her shirt. She unhooked her bra, and then slowly started removing her pants. She was standing in full view of Eric with only a huge, filthy diaper on, but he saw only her smooth undercarriage. She climbed on top of him and moved into kneeling position, lowering her diapered bottom onto his rock-hard dick. It phased right through the diaper and went straight into her vagina. As she moved up and down, she felt the diaper move with her, mushing and slapping against the bed as it phased straight through Eric’s unsuspecting pelvis. For reasons she couldn’t quite understand, she found it incredibly erotic. She and Eric moaned in unison as she started moving her hips faster. Her face turned bright red as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She picked up her pace even more, bouncing quickly against Eric’s body and feeling the huge diaper squish against her crotch with each motion. Soon, it became too much, and she quickly reached orgasm, moaning and twitching in absolute bliss. Her mind was jello, and as Eric’s climax followed shortly after, she collapsed on top of his muscular body.
“Man,” Eric, remarked, breathing heavily, “You were really into it this time. That was the best sex I’ve ever had!”
This comment brought Sara’s mind back to reality. She stayed silent for a moment, lying on top of Eric as she tried to form the right words in her head. Finally, she said, “Eric, do you love me?”
Eric looked at her weirdly. “Of course I love you, babe.”
“No, seriously Eric. Do you love me, or do you love the sex?”
“Well, I love both. But I love you more.” He kissed Sara on the cheek.
“Okay Eric. Why do you love me?”
“Because… You’re smart, pretty, funny…”
“Anything specific and not just cliche?”
“Why are you asking me this?”
Sara took a deep breath. “Eric, there’s something I want to tell you.”
The End of She wont change – Chapter Five.
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