She wont change – Chapter Six – A change of pace
A boy walked through the halls of the high school. His eyes, which at one time were bright and ambitious, had now faded into a sad tiredness. His short-trimmed, brown hair was unkempt, and his skin had paled from a sickness of depression. He was largely unnoticed throughout the school, and if one mentioned his name, he or she would be likely to receive a confused “Who is that?” in response.
John Hoffman was the only child of Emily and Steve Hoffman. His conception was quite unexpected, as the couple had planned to live a childless marriage. The two strongly considered an abortion, but decided that adoption was the better option. But when little John was born, Emily couldn’t bring herself to give up the precious child, much to Steve’s dismay. As time went on, Steve learned to love the child as he did his wife, though he constantly reminded himself that his life of freedom was over.
John proved to be an exceptionally bright child, excelling past his classmates in grade school. He was a free spirit, always looking for something new to discover. He was looked up to by his peers and enjoyed helping them when they needed it. But all of that soon changed.
Emily and John were as close as a mother and son could be. She was his inspiration, and everything he did was for her. But on April 23, 2007, shortly after John’s 12th birthday, Emily Hoffman succumbed to breast cancer. As Emily’s body was buried under the earth, so too was John’s spirit. His thirst for knowledge left him, and he was stranded in a world of darkness and depression. His father was of no comfort, as he became an alcoholic shortly thereafter. John’s grades suffered and he isolated himself from his former classmates. Then one day, during his sophomore year, he saw her.
16-year-old Sara Thatcher caught his eye like a shining star in miles of darkness. Her body was still thin and undeveloped, but her large blue eyes sparkled and hypnotized him as she glanced briefly in his direction. As she walked away, he felt the spark reignite within him. Some aura emanated from her that was irresistible to John. He didn’t know how or why, but he knew that he had to talk to her.
He approached Sara at her locker. “Um, hi there,” he mumbled.
“Hi,” Sara said politely.
“My name’s Hon Joff- em, John Hoffman. What’s yours? I mean, your name?”
“Sara Thatcher. Nice to meet you John.”
“Um, yeah! You too. So um, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something later. I mean, if your schedule is free and everything.”
Sara hesitated. “Oh, sorry. I’ve got plans with some friends later on. And um, I’m really not looking for a relationship right now.”
“Oh no, I totally get it. Yeah, that’s cool, that’s um… It’s all good.” There was an awkward silence. “So I guess I’ll see you later, Sara.”
“Okay, see ya.”
John walked away defeated, but not broken. The newly-ignited light in his heart faded, but remained even so. He still hoped that one day, he would have his chance to prove his love to Sara.
“So let me see if I got this right. A magical witch from around the block asked you to babysit her kid. You did a crap job, and she whipped out some kind of magic voodoo to lock you in an invisible diaper that only you can see. And you’ve been pissing and shitting in the diaper ever since.”
Sara knew how stupid it must have sounded, but she spilled the whole story for Eric, hoping desperately that he would love her enough to accept and change her. She stood silent, and gave a quick nod of her head to confirm Eric’s statement.
“Well Sara, that’s definitely a good story. You should be an author; I’m sure people from all over the world would love to read about that.” Sara was about to protest, when suddenly Eric shut his eyes in pain. “Oww! What the fuck! I think something got in my eyes!” He rubbed them for a few moments, then sniffed the air. “What the fuck is that smell?” As his eyes recovered from the burning sensation, Sara came into view in front of him. But instead of being naked as she was before, a large, brown-yellow, squishy-looking object surrounded her waist. It reached down nearly to her knees and protruded several inches in the front and back. Eric could only stare in shock at the spectacle before him. He said nothing, his mouth agape while his brain tried to formulate words to express his feelings.
Sara’s face became beet red. She looked toward the floor in shame, unable to meet Eric’s astounded eyes. Then, still studying her feet, she brought herself to ask the question, the one that would forever secure her fate with Eric: “Will… Will you change me, Eric?”
Sara’s voice brought Eric back to himself. Surprised as he was about the truth of the matter, it did not suppress his absolute disgust. “Are you fucking kidding me?? That has got to be the most disgusting fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life. You smell like a regurgitated dead skunk for Christ’s sake. You had sex – you had FUCKING SEX with me in that thing. And you ENJOYED it!! What kind of gross fucking freakshow are you? You know what? I don’t need this. Get the FUCK out of my house. And don’t bother calling or texting me ever again. I’ll change my fucking number if you do.”
Sara felt the bitter shame of rejection as she pulled on her sweatpants over the enormous bulk. Eric watched her waddle to the door, holding his nose as she did so. She made her way down the stairs where Eric’s mom met her. “What’s wrong, Sara? Do you need a ride home?”
Sara accepted, saying, “Yes, please. Eric is too tired to drive.”
As another week passed, Sara relived the shame of that Friday night each time she saw Eric. Now that the diaper was plainly visible to him, he moved his seat in math class as far as possible from Sara, both to avoid the stench and to stress the fact that they were no longer together. Eric realized the truth in what Sara had said, and knew that even if he informed anyone of what was going on with her, they would think he was crazy. Not that he wanted to anyway; even if they did believe him, it would ruin his reputation.
Sara still could not work up the guts to tell anyone about her predicament, including her family. Hence, she suffered through the whole next week in the same diaper. It now reached some inches past her knees, and was loaded front to back with thick poop. The first week’s load had already started crusting and drying against her skin, only adding to the severe pain of the rash. She could only walk in short bursts now, as the diaper weighed over 40 pounds, and the growing bulk continued to impair her ability to walk. She was also beginning to lose her ability to hold her waste, as her body was now accustomed to letting go whenever she needed. All she could think about was getting a change, so much so that even her breakup with Eric was thrown to the back of her mind. She missed being able to close her legs and sit without something mushing against her. She missed being able to clean her nether regions, and yearned for the healing touch of soap and water. She missed the fresh air, as she was constantly forced to inhale the toxic fumes of her mess. That Friday, when she awoke from another painful sleep, she swore to herself that that day, she would find someone to change her diaper.
John was collecting his things from his locker when he heard some gossip from across the hall. He caught glimpses of “Sara” and “breakup.” He approached the chatting group and listened in.
“Yeah, I think it’s good that he finally got rid of that whore.”
“I heard Sara’s the one that broke up with him.”
“Are you kidding? She was mooching off Eric and he got fed up with it. That’s what happened.”
“I dunno, maybe Eric has some ‘shortcomings.’
“Nah, there’s no way. Anyone could’ve seen this coming from a mile away. Eric’s too good for her.”
John’s heart felt like it was about to burst through his chest. This was his chance; his one, shining moment to finally prove himself to Sara.
The bell rang, and John made his way toward class. As the teachers babbled, he could only think about what he would say to Sara. Hours passed like decades as he eagerly awaited lunch period.
Finally, the lunch bell rang. Eric rushed to the hall near Sara’s locker. He saw her emerge from the crowd of people in the hallway, and he basked for a moment in her beauty. Then, he inhaled deeply, released, and began walking toward her.
Sara saw the pale figure approach her. Oh God, what does he want? she thought. I gotta sit down somewhere before my legs give out. She felt the diaper threaten to pull her to the ground.
“Um… Hey Sara. Long time no see, right?”
“Yeah, except I see you every day here at school.”
“Oh yeah, right. Good one, ehehehe… So, I heard about what happened with Eric. Real sorry about that.”
“Oh what, you hear to catch me on the rebound?” Sara’s legs started shaking under the immense weight of the diaper. Oh man, hurry this up, she thought.
“No, no. Nothing like that. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to, you know, make you feel better. I’m sure it’s not easy going through a breakup and… Hey, are you okay?”
Sara began sweating and her legs shook more violently, threatening to give way. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just gotta sit down somewhere…” Sara started walking away, but her knees could take no more, and they buckled under the weight of her own mess. She started falling to the ground, but John reacted quickly. He lunged forward and reached out his arms, catching Sara in a hugging position from behind.
“Come on,” John said, worried. “We gotta get you to the nurse.” He put Sara’s arm around his neck and dragged her limp body across the hall to the nurse’s office, while other students looked on. Sara was still half conscious, and looked at John’s face as he carried her. She knew then that he was the one.
Sara was sent home for the day, but gave John her number in the nurse’s office. They arranged for a date the following day: a simple picnic in the park. Sara was forced to suffer through another night of rash pains and mushy wetness, but she knew that this torture would be over soon.
That Saturday afternoon, John picked up Sara in his old Toyota Camry, and they drove to the park together. He had packed a generous amount of food for them to eat while they talked. They sat at the picnic table as John started up some conversation. It was awkward at first like most dates, but picked up quickly. Sara chattered about her life, family, friends, schoolwork, interest, etc. while releasing a bit of urine here and there. John listened intently, and commented on Sara’s mention of her little sister. “She seems like a nice sister to me,” he told her.
“Well I guess, but she’s so annoying. Like, it seems like she’s better than me at everything. And she’s such a goody-two-shoes. I’ve never seen her get angry in her life; like, who does that?”
“Well, how is that a bad thing? At least she’s not an annoying brat like a lot of siblings are.”
Sara pondered this for a minute. “Yeah, I guess that’s true…”
An hour passed, then two, without the couple taking notice. Eventually, John started packing up the picnic materials. “Well, I guess we’d better get going. I’ll drop you off at your house, if you want.”
“Actually, John…” Sara paused for a moment. “Could I come home with you?”
John smiled, and his eyes lit up. “Sure, why not?”
John’s house was nothing to look at. His dad worked hard and paid the bills, but couldn’t do much else. He was passed out in his bed when John and Sara entered.
Sara looked around. “Where are your parents? Will they care that I’m here?”
John said, “Oh, my dad’s probably sleeping. He won’t care.”
“What about your mom?”
John hesitated at the question. “My mom passed away a few years ago.”
Sara’s stomach dropped. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”
“No no, it’s okay. You had no way of knowing. Come on, I’ll take you to my room.”
John’s small room consisted of a single twin mattress, a dresser against the wall, and a small TV. “I know it isn’t much, but here it is.”
“Oh it’s fine,” Sara responded. She sat on the bed, feeling the gargantuan diaper squish as she did so. “So, how did your mother die, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“She passed away when I was 12. She had breast cancer, and her body just shut down on her. It wasn’t a painful death, and she actually looked peaceful when she went. But enough about that. Want to watch a movie or something?”
“Sure, I’d like that,” Sara replied.
They watched a romance movie together, with Sara huddled closely against John’s body. The diaper phased through his body, just as it had done with Eric’s. They watched silently, but it was not an awkward silence this time, as each felt comfortable against the other’s body.
The movie ended, and the two remained where they sat. John had been working up the courage to speak what he felt, and finally said it for Sara.
“Sara, I know we just had our first date, but I feel a really special connection between us. You’re such a beautiful girl, both inside and out. I know that you have a kind of dirty reputation through the school, but inside of you I know that there is a pure soul and a good heart.”
Sara stared intently, clinging to his every word.
“I could never quite explain it, but there’s something about your presence that lights a spark inside me. I’ve felt it since the first time I ever laid eyes on you. I guess what I’m trying to say, Sara, is… I love you.”
Tears welled up in Sara’s eyes. “I love you too, John.” They lay silent for a moment, then Sara said, “Hey John?”
“Yes, Sara?”
“There’s something I need to tell you. I don’t know how you’ll feel about me after this, but I hope you can still say you love me.”
“You can tell me anything, Sara.”
And so Sara explained the whole story, starting from the phone call she received from Mrs. Harling and leading up to the spell. She explained that she was currently wearing a 2-week-old diaper that he couldn’t see or feel, and that the only way to change it was to have someone else do it for her. John simply stared at her, absorbing the words, not sure what to think. Then suddenly, his eyes began to sting, and he rubbed them furiously. The next time he inhaled, the scent of rotting urine and feces reached his nostrils like a punch to the face. He suddenly felt something squishing against his leg, and when he opened his eyes, he found Sara’s story to be true. The diaper now reached near the midpoint of her calves and extended nearly a foot in front of her waist. He slowly reached a hand toward it and squished it, just to confirm the reality. After a moment, Sara asked the question. “John… Will you please change me?”
“…Sure. Yeah, of course I will.”
John led Sara to the bathroom. As John was about to remove the tapes of her diaper, Sara stopped him short. She squatted, and audibly added one last load to the diaper. John looked on, amused at the scene. Finally, John ripped the tapes. It fell to the tub with a loud THUD, and he and Sara struggled to lift it out onto the bathroom floor. Sara’s entire waist area was still caked in dried shit. John turned on the shower head and instructed Sara to lay down in the tub. She complied, and took off her shirt and bra to lay down. John pretended not to notice and aimed the shower head at her butt and crotch. The hot water stung Sara because of the rash, but she endured it as John began to massage her with soapy water. Despite the pain, she was in total bliss as the curing soap and water cleaned her messy undercarriage. The dried feces began falling off like scabs, revealing a bright red pair of cheeks underneath. Finally, after an hour of cleaning, she stood up, relieved and quite satisfied. She used a towel to dry off, and when she finished, another diaper appeared between her legs. It wrapped itself up around Sara and taped shut, as tightly as the one before had been. John watched all of this in amazement, now fully understanding Sara’s predicament.
The two lugged the 45 lb diaper to the trash can outside. After ensuring the bathroom was completely clean, the two settled down once again on John’s bed. Sara had on only her white T-shirt and the diaper.
“You know,” said John, “you look really cute like that.”
Sara blushed and smiled. “Thanks, I guess.” She cuddled up closer against John, hugging his chest with her arms, and in that position, the two fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
The End of She wont change – Chapter Six.
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