Skip to content 27 Reasons to Enjoy Light – Chapter Eight
“Just go jump in the shower” I said
“But she is still in there” she said.
“Well go tell her to get out” I said
Looking down she touched the front of her diaper.
“Nu uh” she said
“Want to use my shower?” I asked
“Not really, I just want out of this”
“I would change you, but there are no wipes.” I stated
“I have some” she said pointing to a box on her desk.
“Why do you have these?” I ask reaching into the box.
“Because It hurts to use tissue paper” she defended
“I imagine it does… do you have anything for your rashes?” I asked
“maybe..” she said sheepishly
She slid off her bed, and grabbed her school bag, opening the the side zipper , pulled out a almost empty tube of desitin, blushing. She laid on the floor holding out her hand with the desitin in it. I pulled out another diaper only 3 left in the bag now.
“Nooo” she wined
“Your right, with as much as you drink, you need two don’t you?” I asked, pulling another one out of the bag.
She placed her hands over the tabs of the diaper not letting me change her.
“If I’m going to change you, then I am “changing you”… it’s your choice” I said
“Fine” she said, still hesitant to move her hands away from the tabs.
I made quick work of the mess, though I had never changed someone before, it felt natural. I rolled up the used diaper and dropped it into a walmart bag I found under her room mates bed that had some trash already in it. Once she was cleaned off, I placed her down on top of the clean diaper.
I had to use at least 10 wipes, so maybe not as good as I thought I was. She had closed her eyes and was sucking on her thumb waiting for me to finish. I grabbed my travel size baby powder out of the adiddas bag, powdering the diaper more-so then her skin , that was now covered splotches of desitin. I taped the diaper on her, and pinched the bottom and twisted.
“Uh oh, there is a hole” I said grabbing the other diaper
She didn’t respond. I put the diaper under her, and reached for my actual school bag. I kept my pocket knife in pencil compartment of it. Using the blade, I cut a small ways into her diaper, and then slowly cut long ways down her diaper. Careful not to cut to far, I finished and wiped off my blade on the other diaper, and put it away. I pulled the diaper over the top of her making sure to pull the leg guards into position. I taped it in position, completely covering her belly button. Hey eyes were still closed, but her face was as red as a cherry.
“Sta wookin at me” she said with her thumb still in her mouth, turning a brighter shade of red.
I put the desitin back in her bag, and reached down grabbing her hands to pull her up. She reached around me grabbing her pants after standing up, quickly pulling them up… only to get blocked by the diaper.
“Ughhhh” she moaned.
“wear my Pajamas” I said
“they kind of need washed” she said looking towards her laundry basket.
I grabbed my bag, and pulled out a pair of black track shorts that I kept on me. I don’t own many pairs of basketball shorts, some reason I always liked shorter fitting shorts. I threw them at her.
“They have a draw string” I said
“Why are they so short?” she asked me almost laughing.
“They are shorts” I answered with the “duh attitude”
She quickly put the shorts on instead, turned out her light, and handed her laundry basked to me. She grabbed 2 bottle of waters out from her fridge, stopped then grabbed another and placed it on the basket in my hands.
“Lets go” she said leading the way with a small waddle.
She drove a fairly new looking orange Corvette ZR1. She placed our bags in her seat, then opened the trunk for me. There wasn’t much room to say the least , but thankfully it was just enough when turning her cloths basket on it’s side. Getting in her car I noticed her seat cover was badly stained, and not the same theme as the rest of the car. Her seat was orange, which matched her car, but the other seat had a blue and yellow racing pattern with 3 gray stripes running long ways. They looked really sporty and all, but the plain orange seat cover just felt so out of place. I sat down as she moved our bags to the back before getting in.
“So can you drive a stick shift?” she asked me placing her hand on the lever’s head.
“Never tried” I answered honestly.
“Maybe one day I will teach you” she smiled at me.
“Put your seat belt on” she said reaching for her own.
“You don’t have to tell me” I jeered.
“That’s good, this is only my 5th car” she said
I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.
“stop by my dorm, I need to get a change of cloths” I said
“Can we not just was those?” she asked
I held on to arm rest as she punched it in reverse, then she slammed on the break throwing the front of the car around to face the road, and shifted it into 1st gear and just kept going like nothing happened.
“Does the baby need a diaper?” she teased me as we left the campus
“I think I’ll manage, just don’t hit anybody” I said.
“I won’t” she said, moving her hair back around her pointed ears.
She was beautiful. Her hair strawberry-blonde hair fell down on her shoulders against her tye-dyed hippy-like shirt. She reached up pulling a pair of sunglasses out of her ceiling console. They where white trimmed very sleek looking with polarized blue lens. They had “Rudy Project” written on them , not once, but twice just on the side I was looking at. The only name brand sunglasses that I could think of was Oakley. I actually don’t think I have really ever heard of another brand outside of them, but I was certain the glasses were high quality. My daze was broken as I felt the car quickly begin to accelerate. Her hand moved the lever one more time as we entered the Interstate highway.
I noticed she had a piece of paper covering the other half of her speedometer , so I could only see up to 140 kM/h. Something told it wasn’t because she didn’t drive faster than 90 miles per hour.
“So what’s that piece of paper for” I asked , as the speedometer slowly approached 130kM/h
“I don’t like knowing how fast I am going” she answered
“Than why would you drive fast?” I asked.
“Because I can” she shrugged as the speedometer needle moved out of sight.
“Does it scare you?” she asked
“Just a little” I said, then the car started to de-accelerate.
“I’m sorry” she said the needle back in sight.
“No, your fine, I mean its not that big of a deal” I said, not wanting to sound like a wimp
“You sure?” she asked smiling at me from underneath her glasses.
“Go for it” I answered.
I regretted it. I’m not sure how far she lived from the school, but we passed at least 3 cops, and only one of them turned on their blue lights. I don’t know what good it did, because she was out of sight weaving through traffic like she was in an action movie or something. I didn’t have to use the bathroom before, but by time we started pulling off the interstate my bladder was ready to burst. She turned off onto a smaller high way and onto a dirt road. She killed the car, she placed her hand on my lap and I found myself unable to move.
It felt like she moaned about something, but I wasn’t really sure, as I was once again stuck in her little dimensional world. She must have been hiding us from any cops that may of saw us take the exit.. I didn’t know how long we would sit here, but I guess until she thought it was safe to move.
“Your washing my seat” I heard her say as she let go of my leg.
I looked down feeling my lap become warm. Well at last I didn’t have to go to the bathroom anymore. Thankfully my bowels didn’t need to be emptied yet.
“Its not like I can do anything while I’m in your little world” I said.
“Well I asked you if you needed a diaper” she said.
“I don’t, I just needed some kind of warning.” I answered.
She had made her way out of her car and opened the trunk, I heard something metal move around, then she threw something into the trunk, and shut it. She walked around and through a bath towel at me, telling me to put it underneath me. I slid the towel underneath me trying to soak up as much urine as I could, thankfully it wasn’t to bad, probably just had to go from all the accelerating. She shut her door, cranked the car, and backed out, and headed down the smaller high way.
“What was you doing behind the car” I asked her.
“Taking off the fake license’s plate” she said smiling at me.
“How would they even have time to read it anyways?” I asked
“I don’t know, but it’s better safe then sorry” she said while pressing her fingers against my leg
“So why didn’t you get out and change the plates while we couldn’t be seen?” I asked
“I couldn’t, It’s like space, once I move beyond my reach, I have no way of knowing what’s really there, and whats really not there.. so I don’t move.”
“My brain only comprehends 3d.. just cause I can move to top Eln doesn’t mean I should move around in the Eln Dimension”
“I guess , has anyone every tried it before?” I asked
“We’re not sure, but I think it’s what causes random deaths in our family” she answered
“How would it kill someone?” I asked
“There’s no way to find out” she said as we turned off onto another road.
“were here, well almost” she said as we made our way do the little shoulder-less road.
I guess I was kinda expected a mansion, or something, after reading all sorts of novels about you know.. fairytale like people.. nice car.. nice house… but instead it was just a 1 story red brick house with a really old barn behind it. There was a bird feeder in her front yard, and a tall chain linked gate going all the way around her house, with woods right on the other side of the fence.
She reached up into her console taking her her wallet. She pulled out something that I couldn’t see. I grabbed her hand holding the wallet, and pulled it towards my forehead.
“What?” she asked
“Just making sure I wasn’t going crazy” I said
She placed her finger on my forehead and waved the key around smiling. She went and opened the gate, but not by unlocking the obvious lock on the gate. Instead she stuck the key right into the side of the fence, and twisted. Now I had to be going crazy. She opened the gate, and came back to the car. Moving pass the gate I noticed a small hole in the fence as we drove pass. Maybe I wasn’t crazy after all.
“I didn’t expect you home today!” pitched the short women standing in the doorway.
The woman had to be shoulder high to Ligh, but was very pretty, Ligh looked just like her, all besides the fact that the woman’s hair was ginger and had no hint of blonde. It kind of made me wish Ligh’s hair was ginger, but then I would risk having a red headed child.
“change of plans” Ligh said going towards the trunk.
I wasn’t getting out, not like this. I watched nervously as the woman came over to the car.
“Do you need help sweetheart?” she asked walking around the car.
“Can you grab these” Ligh asked handing the cloths basket to her mother.
“You have to start paying more attention to your bladder” her mother said as odor from the laundry whiffed in her face.
The words making me jump a little inside.
Her mom walked back into the house carrying the laundry, that I had planned on using to sneak into the house. I just sat there not knowing what to do. When I heard something heavy slam against my door.
“First time, huh” The man said opening my door for me.
“yeah” I answered , not sure of what else to say.
“She has a problem with cops, she probably should of warned you before you got in”
“I always escape off into the woods while she hides the car, you’ll learn” he said.
I unfolded myself, getting out of her car, and stood up , about nose high on the man. Now I was 6”2 so I wasn’t sure what that would make him. His arms were large, his chest, very large, his neck, also large, but had some fat on it. His face was more round than square, but there was still a clear jaw line, his nose seemed small, but compared to his body, its hard to tell if it wasn’t just normal sized, and what hair he had was a very light blond and buzzed short.
“He’s almost as big as I was when I met your mother” he said talking to Ligh, while giving my shoulder a friendly push.
Did they meet in kindergarten? I thought to myself.
“I doubt I have anything that will fit you, but I’m sure Ligh has some of my old cloths from college laying in her room somewhere” He said as he walked back around the building, my guess was towards the barn.
I grabbed the bags form behind Ligh’s seat and followed her into the house. The doorway connected to a small open area. Walking forward was a hall way, and on the right was a pretty large kitchen. There was a really nice marble island in the middle of the room, with the kitchen appliances on one half of the room, against the walls. The other half had a nice round glass table with 5 thin-steel chairs around it. The wall kind of went out and around the table then back in, and connected to the door behind us, making a little half-hexagonal pocket for the table.
Her mom was on the other side of the island digging inside the opened refrigerator not really paying attention to us, when I heard Ligh’s car crank up. I turned around to see her dad driving her car around the building, again headed towards the barn.
“Mommmmm, this is Joaaaaaaa” she said stepping aside, revealing my wet pants and all.
The woman stood up, her shoulders just slightly above the island.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sorry I don’t have anything prepare for tonight, we were just about to go to town” she said
“Its okay, sorry to just randomly show up” I said
“Oh don’t you apologize, what do you two want from town?” She asked
“Wendy’s” Ligh answered for us.
“You sure Joan doesn’t want anything else?” she asked Ligh.
“Wendy nuggets sound great” I answered
“Well alright, show him around a little bit, I have to finish making the grocery list.” she answered diving back into the fridge.
“This is the living room” Ligh said
She pointed to the left as we took maybe 2 steps down the hall. They had a very nice red leather furniture set that complimented the wooden walls. The carpet was a very nice light gray, and they had a modern looking entertainment stand, that felt a little out of place. I am sure it was new, most likely added in to accommodate the large TV that sat on top of it. There were family portraits all over the wall.
“Woah” I exclaimed.
In the corner of the room was a Hockey stick, I knew nothing about hokey, but I knew what what the 5 rings and the USA emblem of the side of it meant. There was a helmet on the wall behind it, with 2 bronze medals in a frame above it.
“your dad plays hockey?” I asked
“He did when I was really little” she said.
“That’s so cool, no wonder he is so big” I said
She pulled me down the hall, tired of watching me gawk over her dad.
“This was my play room when I was little” she said stopping on the right.
The room had a pink carpet, with light stains all over it, and the wooden walls were filled with an over abundance of picture frames. I even noticed one picture of her and her father appearing twice. The frames went from as low as the floor, to right next to the ceiling, and overall just seemed to have been placed in a sporadic manner.
I also noticed the room was still filled with toys fit for a play room, most very dusty, but some looked to have been played with recently.
She pulled me forward, this is my parents room. The door was open, so I peeked inside. The bedroom set was made of polished antique wood, I think maple, but It may be some other dark red looking tree. The bed had drawers underneath it, and a chest-of-drawers at the foot end, with a walk-in closet on the other side from us. The room had 2 ceiling fans, and in the the far corner the room connected to a bathroom. There was also a couple of moose heads on the wall.
She pulled me forwards now at the end of the hall, to my left was a bathroom and in front of me was most likely her room. She kept pulling me forward , not stopping to show me the bathroom. Her room didn’t have carpet unlike all the other rooms, instead a wooden floor, she had 2 standing chest-of-drawers against the wall made of oak wood. Her bed, had a oak wood frame, and the foot board was wave-shaped and curled over at the top. She also had a walk in closet, on the right side of the room but was parallel to the room with a fold up door unlike her parents that extended into a room of its own.
“Mommmmmmmmm” Ligh shouted really loud.
“What sweet heart?” her voice softly came down the hall.
“Where are my bed sheets!” She shouted back.
“In the wash room, I didn’t expect you till tomorrow” her soft voice echod back.
“That’s embarrassing” she said walking over and sitting on the plastic sheet covering her mattress.
“Were leaving to town, the iron is in the barn if you do anything crazy” she shouted.
“Don’t worry mom, I don’t have any sheets!” She yelled back at her
“I wont” The woman chirped as she shut the door.
“The Iron?” I asked
“For branding” she said, again like it was normal to brand people.
“They are going to brand me?” I asked
“No… I will if we do anything.. crazy” she said quoting her mom.
“For punishment?” I asked in disbelief
“No, I am weird, my mom is weird, we are all weird” …
“If we do anything, I won’t be able to let you leave my sight with out proof your mine” she said.
“So you brand me, that’s just stupid, what does that solve?” I asked rudely
“Just come with me I will show you” she said aggressively.
But, I was unable to let myself follow her.
“Your safe, I promise” she said pulling towards her.
We made our way into the old barn, form the outside it seemed likely to fall in, but looked completely safe inside. All the wood beams had been fortified with steel brackets, and the walls on the inside had been fitted with a layer of plywood, only about 10 foot high, but still looked nice. The front of the barn was wide enough to fit 3-4 cars but only had 2. One was Ligh’s and the other being a very new looking black Camero with ice pucks on the dashboard.
“Your dad’s” I asked
“Moms. Dad drives an old truck” she said.
We made our way pass the cars, to middle of the barn divided by a long wall splitting the other side into 3 different rooms.
“This is where my parents build stuff” she said pointing inside the room filled with tools and large engines just laying out on the ground
“this is the weight room” she said looking into the middle room. There was 2 benches, one was incline, one was flat. There was a rack against the wall with lots of dumbbells, and a warn out bowflex machine on the other side of the room.
“Storage room” she said walking in it and turning on the lights. (on the walls in the room)
The room notably had double doors and was larger than the other 2 rooms. In the middle of the room the was all sorts of boxes stacked up on top of one another , most of them labeled for some holiday. She walked over to one corner pulling on something, knocking over some pool noodles in the process. She turned back around and pointed her arm out at me. Her arm wavered from the weight of what ever she was holding, as she stepped towards me. I felt something pressing against my chest.
“It doesn’t touch both of your nipples does it?” she asked
“Barely” I said. Positioning the invisible letter-head dead center of my chest.
“Good” she said smiling,
“My mom said, that Dad was to small when they first met to do anything crazy” she said
“Him, to small?” I asked trying to imagine how that was possible.
“mmhmm, he was smaller than you when they met in college” she said.
“Holly crap” was all I could come up with.
“Oh yeah, while I am out here…” she didn’t finish her sentence, while handing me the invisible branding iron.
I could feel the weight of the letters press against my hand, and the roughnessof the metal of the rod in my other hand, but I couldn’t see it.
“How did they make it invisible?” I asked
She was digging threw a box in the corner of the room and ignored me. She came back with some shorts in her hands, and a large cardboard box under her arm, probably more of her dad cloths.
“Oh that.” she said looking at the iron.
Ligh continued : “My mom said she would teach me someday, if I ever got married”
Ligh lead the way back into the house, and into her room. She shut her door behind her, sitting the box down next to her on the bed
“I can’t believe I’m doing this” she said.
Ligh ripped off the tape on the outside of the box, and opened it op. Inside was 4 medium packs of molicare super plus.
Looking at them she started: “My mom got these for me my junior year, and begged me to wear them at night, but I wouldn’t. She eventually just left the box in my room and said it was my choice, but they just sat in the corner till I went to college.”
She lifted one of the bags out and tore open the side , and began to pull out one of the diapers. She didn’t pull on it much , and then threw the bag at me.
“You do it” she said as she laid down against the plastic bed cover.
“What if I’m around to do it next time” I asked
He face showed that she didn’t like my answer, and said nothing back to me.
I grabbed the powder and desitin from her bag, and proceeded pulling down her shorts. Closing her eyes, she turned her head to the side and placed her thumb in her mouth. I quickly removed the two wet diapers.
I realized I didn’t have any wipes, so I stepped out of the room into her bathroom, and found some under her counter. I came back to find her with tears rolling down her face, eyes still closed. I quickly finished what needed to be done, and snugly taped her diaper into place.
I put the case back in the box , then flipped it to the side and pushed it against the wall. She was still silently crying with her head to the side when I came back to the bed. I laid down next to her, feeling more like the villain than the good guy.. I turned sideways pulling her body into mine and held her. We laid there for a few minutes, as I played with her tips of hair that had found its way in front of her belly .I felt her laugh, then she took her thumb out of my mouth and wiped it on my face.
She rolled over and pressed her face against mine.
“Your a pervert” she said
“It’s not like I was trying to” she put her finger on my mouth.
“Trying to poke my butt with your penis?” she said
“Do you see whats over their in the corner?” she asked me
But, she left her finger over my mouth. Though I could not see it, I knew it was their, because I placed it their when we came in the room. She took her finger away from me reaching for her stopwatch. Pressing the start button out of habit, then wrapping her first around it. She closed her eyes , and pressed her face against mine a little bit harder, and then even harder. Her face became red, as she strained clenching the stopwatch.
Finally he let out a deep breath, then slowly moved her hands around the string on her neck. Taking her stopwatch off, she smiled, and slid her hand under my head, with the string inside. Neither one of us said anything, at least not verbally. Then she took my hand and placed it on the front of her diaper, it was hard to tell , but I felt it, she had wet.
“No more accidents” she said almost squeaking.
“Even wearing this feels better than an accident” she said blushing.
I smiled happy for her, and probably a little to happy for myself.
“Your turn” she said.
She got up and pulled the box off of the wall. Flipping it up right she took one out and came back to the bed.
“You obviously can’t stay dry, can you mister?” she asked unbuttoning my pants.
I laid back in silence , unable to come up with a good answer.
“Oh you like that?” she asked.
There was no way to control my penis as she removed both my pants and boxers. Giving in I turned my face, that was now hot enough to cook an egg, to the side. I heard her open the diaper and could feel myself becoming even more erect.
“That’s not going to work” she said as I felt her hands land on my thighs.
Then I felt the nails, it was always the nails. I could fill them begin to press against the side of my thighs. I tried to get away but she had my legs so it really did me no good. The pain started to increase and my hands, turning white, pressed against the plastic.
“Stoppp” I cried out.
She let go, but only to move her nails a little lower, forcing my back up into arch. Then she stopped, as I felt my naked bottom land on the diaper, that she quickly fastened into place.
She climbed over the top of me, as I closed my eyes hoping she couldn’t see them water.
“Awww, did it hurt that bad” she coed as she kissed my cheek.
Again I was quite unable to come up with a cunning remark.
“it’s not my fault your such a pervert” she rolled off the bed.
“It’s not my fault either” I said in my defense.
She connivingly said “It’s okay, just don’t let it happen again”
“I will try my best” I said as I got up sliding on her dad’s old shorts.
She pulled a yellow denim skirt out from one of her drawers placing it over the diaper. Then walked down the hall way ahead of me , she stopped for a moment looking at something in the play room, then walking into the living room. She turned on the TV and went to the DVR menu.
“You like Glee?” she asked me
“Not really” I answered
But, I don’t think she heard me over the sound of her thumb pressing play.
The End of 27 Reasons to Enjoy Light – Eight.
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