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By PeculiarChangeling · Posted
Chapter 5 “Hadie…” Sandra waved her hand over Hadrian’s face, crouched in front of her friend. His eyes had opened, but they had a glassy, distant look to them–he must have been really sleepy. “Hadie!” Sandra repeated, giggling. “Come on, I want to play.” Blinking a couple times, Hadrian’s gaze managed to focus, just a touch, though he went cross-eyed looking at his pacifier. Giving it a few speculative suckles, he giggled and spluttered, drool draining down his chin. “Baby,” Sandra teased, poking him in the chest. Deep in the back of her mind, Sandra recognized that she was forgetting something. Bedtime? No, they were pretty much grown ups, they could do whatever they wanted. Potty? No, she didn’t need that any more, her diaper took care of her. Um… Um… “Oh! Makeover!” Sandra said, remembering what the grown up had said right before leaving. Kitty had suggested Hadrian could be prettied up, and Sandra happened to agree. “Tie-tie, you wanna do makeovers with the boys?” “Mmm, inna minute!” Tarja replied. “Quinn’s dress got all soggy…it’s…I dunno what to do.” “Oh, I can help!” Sandra said, turning to face them. Quinn did look a little upset about the state of his clothes–understandable, a wet outfit was no fun at all. She didn’t stand–instead, without really thinking about why, Sandra stayed on hands and knees, shuffling across the wooden floor. Closing her eyes for a moment, she concentrated on her magic, calling up a little spark of power. In a sparkling instant, Quinn’s dress turned from pee-stained to perfectly clean. Beaming, he said, “Thanks!” Sandra rolled her eyes. “Dummy–you gotta wear your diaper!” “I don’t need diapers,” Quinn objected, crossing his arms and pouting his lip. “Meanie.” Eyes sparkling with mischief, Sandra called up the spell again, reversing the prestidigitatious effects–in an instant, the pee stain had returned in full force. “Yeah you do, you just had another accident!” “B-buh– No I didn’t!” Quinn said, exasperation growing when both Sandra and Tarja burst into fits of giggles. “That was you!” “I didn’t have an accident, I got my diaper on!” Sandra explained, pointing back at her puffy butt. “No problem, I’m all taken care of.” “Well–clean me up again,” Quinn pouted, putting on a show of grumpiness that was contrasted heavily by his soggy skirts. “Meaniehead.” “Fiiine,” Sandra promised. “But if you have another accident I’m not cleaning you again! I can’t just cast spells forever, you know.” “Issa cantrip, yes you can!” Quinn complained, demeanor brightening as she cleaned his dress again. “Na na na na, I can’t hear you,” Sandra called back, turning to return to her canvas–that is, to Hadrian, who still needed a makeover. Behind her, she heard bits of a whispered conversation, and smirked with satisfaction when she heard the rustle of a fresh diaper. Still, she had more important things–Hadrian needed his makeover! She had a makeover kit, too–well, a disguise kit, but they were basically the same thing. Lipstick, powders, creams, all sorts of goodies to make her friends as pretty as possible. Hadrian didn’t fuss at all, either–he looked a little funny and Sandra occasionally had to wipe away the drool from underneath his pacifier so that it wouldn’t run on the makeup, but he didn’t complain, or even fidget. He was the next best thing to a perfect canvas, giggling occasionally as Sandra did her very best to make her friend look as nice as possible. “Tie-tie,” Sandra said, waving over her other friend. “Whadya think–he’s got his paci, should I try and do lipstick anyways?” Crawling over, Tarja plopped down on her bottom and looked at Hadrian for a long moment, thinking. “I’unno. What does he think?” Shrugging, Sandra said, “He’s all drooly right now, I dunno what he wants. Kitty gave him one of those pacifiers that makes your brain go real fuzzy.” (Should I be worried about that?) Sandra wondered, the thought so faint she barely noticed it. Out loud, she responded to herself. “He looks like he’s having a nice time, though!” “No lipstick,” Tarja suggested. “It’d just look silly and get everywhere.” Sandra nodded enthusiastically, agreeing. “You wanna do Quinn?” Tarja shook her head. “No, you’re better at girly stuff than me.” “S’not girly if I do it on a boy!” Sandra pointed out. “Quinn, do you want me or Tarja to do your makeover?” Quinn was suckling on his index finger when Sandra interrupted his train of thought, and he had to ponder the question for a moment. “Sandwa,” he said, finally. “And Tarja’s gotta look away so it’s a surprise when it’s done!” Tarja blew out a raspberry, rolling her eyes. “Fiiiine.” So, producing her makeup supplies once again, Sandra got to work on Quinn’s face. Quinn was considerably fussier throughout. Sandra could hardly apply powder without the half orc wincing away, coughing into his hand, but he still didn’t complain. “You’re gonna look so pretty,” Sandra said, dabbing red gel over his lips. A little got on his small, discreet tusks, but that was okay–she’d cast prestidigitation on the gel so that it tasted like bubblegum, just for mistakes like this. Quinn didn’t seem to mind, and she was able to finish turning his mouth to a cherry red pop of color. That done, she plopped the application wand into her mouth, sucking on the bubblegum flavor while she dabbed his face with blush. “Can I look yet?” Tarja asked. “Nuh,” Sandra replied. “Not done yet!” “Yeah!” Quinn added, causing the blush to streak when he moved suddenly to reply. “Uh, sorry, I…uh oh.” Sandra initially thought his response was to the makeup mistake, but a slight hissing a moment later tipped her off to the real concern. Quinn was having another accident, right then and there. If he blushed, she couldn’t see it beneath the layers of makeup, but his expression still showed sheepish embarrassment just by the curl of his lips and the way he glanced away, shifting uncomfortably, hoping Sandra might not notice. “See?” Sandra asked. “This is why you gotta wear a diaper.” “But–” Quinn started. “I’m not a baby. Diapers are dumb.” Sandra didn’t take even the slightest bit of insult. Shaking her head, she smiled at him. “Quinn, diapers aren’t dumb. Yeah, it’s not nice when grown ups make fun of you for it, but they’re jerks and they’d be jerks even if we didn’t need diapers. So who cares? It just lets you know who the bullies are that you gotsa keep an eye on. And, also–it means you don’t need to worry as much. Nobody likes stopping what they’re doing to go potty, even if you can hold it, so why make a big deal out of it?” Quinn seemed unconvinced, but a bit more willing to listen than he had been before. “Well…but…” “Besides,” Sandra continued. “All of your friends are wearing diapers, so it can’t be that bad, right?” “That’s cuz you’re cursed,” Quinn argued petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest. Sandra rolled her eyes. “Nuh-uh. I wasn’t cursed for ages and I still kept my diapers. I just put the cursed one back on cuz now I don’t have to even clean it, it does that for me, and who cares about potty training?” Quinn seemed like he wanted to keep arguing, but a reassuring touch from Tarja finally got through to him. “Quinn,” she promised, her other hand over her eyes so she wouldn’t see his makeup. “You’ll still be big ‘n strong to me, I don’t care.” That was what ultimately melted his defenses. Lowering his arms, Quinn gave a few little nods. “Fine.” “Alright,” Sandra said, glancing at Tarja. Her hands weren’t shaking–she’d peed herself recently. “You wanna do his diaper while I finish his makeup?” She didn’t add the other thought. ‘You can lower your hands, I saw you were peeking.’ Tarja nodded, and gave up the play-pretend, lowering her hands and crawling to her bag to get the absorbent garment. She and Quinn had rather different builds, but her diapers would stretch just enough to fit. While she flipped up Quinn’s many petticoats and went to work wiping him clean, Sandra guided his head to the ground, laying him down and crouching over him so that she was looking at his face upside-down while she did the makeup. She giggled, and Quinn crossed his arms. “You said only mean grownups would laugh.” “Not laughing at your diaper, dummy,” Sandra replied. “You just look silly upside down.” He smirked a bit, expression softening. “Well so do you.” The two of them fell into giggles together, until Tarja looked up from between Quinn’s legs and asked, “How come you’re sayin’, ‘Grown ups’? We’re grown ups.” Sandra paused. It was a good question. They were, weren’t they? They were big enough, at least. “Well…” she started, looking around the room. “Hadie definitely isn’t, lookit him!” Hadrian definitely didn’t look like a grown up–he couldn’t even talk! He was just drooling over his new pacifier, a glassy stare taking up his face. “Well, sure,” Tarja agreed, “But we’re not like him.” Sandra’s frown deepened while she thought about it. “I dunno. I guess I just didn’t think about it?” “Is Hadie okay?” Quinn asked. “I thought those were the mean bad pacifiers that the wizard made.” “He’s fine, just a baby,” Sandra said, dismissing her own inner anxiety about her friend. It was fine, he just wasn’t as grown up as the rest of them. “Makeup’s all done!” “So’s the diaper,” Tarja said. “Sandwa, can you clean his dress?” Sandra nodded, letting loose a little magic on the pee stains while Quinn sat up. Tarja beamed. “You look sooo good!” Quinn’s real blush was partially concealed by rosy makeup on his cheeks, but his fidgeting hands couldn’t be hidden. “You think so?” “Mhmm,” Tarja promised. A second later, a slight ‘Thwop’ sound came from the side, followed by an object tumbling to the floor, and then tears. Everyone turned. Hadrian’s pacifier was in his mouth–not the new, cursed one that made him a major baby-head, but his old one, the one that just kept him from talking. And, with the mean pacifier gone, he’d started to cry. Rushing over to him on all fours, Sandra pulled him quickly into a platonic hug, reassuring her friend. “Hey, Hadie, is ok! You’re ok!” Reaching up, she took his pacifier, removing it from his mouth. Hadrian took a couple breaths, then shook his head. “Nuh,” he said, grabbing the pacifier and putting it right back in place, suckling a few times for reassurance. With Sandra there, he sobbed only for a few moments longer before wiping his eyes and giving her a reassuring smile. “You still want your paci in?” she asked, uncertain. Nodding emphatically, Hadrian’s smile grew, soothing himself with the pacifier. “Okay,” Sandra said, smiling. “That’s fine, Hadie–” The door behind them opened, and an urgent voice said, “They’re in here.” Sandra turned, surprised to see the bartender standing in the doorway. She was looking around the room, trying to assess the status of everyone inside–but that was silly, they were fine, they were just playing! “Hiya,” Sandra said, beaming at her. “How are you?” Eyebrows raising just a touch, the bartender swallowed. Only after a moment of thought did she call, “They’ve been stupefied.” “We’re not stupid-fied,” Quinn protested. “Sandra said so, we’re not stupid.” The matron sighed. “Alright, if you say so. Can you all come with me?” They all hesitated–they didn’t know this woman all too well, but she was nice, and she operated a bar that served their playmates–er, their guild. Sandra, taking leadership amongst her friends, said, “Okies. Where are we going?” “A place for other…people like you,” she said. “It’s comfortable and safe there. I promise.” They crawled after her, not a one of them complaining after Sandra made it clear this was what they would be doing. The path took them out of the bar and a block down the street, but it was late, and not many grown-ups were out–though, the few that were awake did take note of the parade of crawling adventurers following after the bartender. Sandra felt a slight sense of grown-up anxiety wafting off the woman leading them, the kind of stress that adults always seemed to be worried with, but she gave only nervous smiles and reassuring comments to the four of them, promising that they would be OK. When the woman stopped in front of a small temple, Sandra staggered to her feet, using the building to stabilize herself and compensate for her weak legs. Before the bartender could speak, Sandra gave her a big hug. “Is okay,” Sandra promised. “Don’t gotta worry. It’ll be okay.” “Ah…eh, thank you,” the bartender replied, patting Sandra gingerly on the back. Though she seemed awkward and uncertain, after a moment, she accepted the hug, body relaxing in Sandra’s arms. Grown ups needed reassurance too, sometimes. The temple had been converted to a temporary nursery, it seemed. Clerics and nannies were caring for other big little ones, adults who were also little kids like Sandra, or sometimes like Hadrian had been with the mean pacifier in his mouth. The four of them were shuffled off to a corner, four beds that weren’t quite cribs, but did have raised guards so they wouldn’t fall out of bed. They were cared for–a woman came by to change their diapers, gave them cups of water with lids so that they wouldn’t spill, offered them food that they could eat without help–fruit and bread, dry things that wouldn’t make a mess. Tarja still managed to get crumbs and fruit juice over her face, but Quinn laughed and helped wipe her clean with the sleeve of his dress. Though none of them were sleepy, they were told before much longer that it was bedtime. Since the nannies and clerics were so nice, Sandra promised to obey, and her friends followed suit. They all went to bed, without a worry in the world. It was the morning after when all this would come back to haunt them. The befuddlement didn’t last, but their memories did–after just one night’s sleep, they awoke with their full faculties intact. Sandra didn’t say anything, not really. She didn’t want to acknowledge anything she’d said–she could claim it was all just the befuddlement, the curse, making her say things she didn’t really believe, but she didn’t want to lie to her party, so she just avoided the topic completely. It seemed like the others were willing to do the same; Quinn, in particular, stripped out of his diaper and never said a further word about it. Besides, they had more important things to do. The summoner, Kitty, had hit them with a whammy and escaped, but she’d given them a lead, too. There was no time to be embarrassed, they had clerics to rescue. ... I am finally getting back to working on (and hopefully finishing on a reasonable pace!) this story. 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And to think …when I first had my , accidents , both bladder and bowels , I just wanted to die , to escape, my shame …only to find out , a few months later , that feeling the seat of my diaper expand , to the point , it was just coming up into the front , felt really , really , good , and I could just smushed it all over the inside of my diaper , but it didn’t have anything to do with , getting word or blowin a nut ! I wish I could remember how it felt , back when I was still in diaper as a child ! -
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