Baby Talk

Chapter 14 Daniel and Jen sat together at the library, leaned over their shared notebook as they hatched their plot. “Why can’t we just request the book we want?” Daniel suggested, pushing her scarf off his notebook–the blue-green garment was awkwardly long, and had picked up a couple off color burns during potions class until Professor Saito made Jen put it away, but those were already fading as strips of spell-o-tape undid the damage.  He felt the need to whisper, though every table at the library was enchanted with a bubble of silence–so long as you sat at a table, your voice wouldn’t carry beyond that table. “Explain that we want to know the history of the school, and that the history book we want is in the restricted section.”  “Well the books are probably in the restricted section for a reason,” Jen pointed out, shaking her head. “If it’s there it’s not just going to be, like, ‘oh here’s basic history’, it’ll have information that’s dangerous or classified or something. I don’t know. But besides–what if the person we heard is a librarian? If they realize you’re asking for books about it, they might put it together that you overheard them in the hall.” That second point had a lot of merit, and Daniel nodded, shifting uncomfortably on the bench seat. They had another half an hour before lunch, and he wanted to get this over with before then; the sooner the better. “Hmm.” Frowning, he asked, “Can we ask about a different book and just grab what we really want while we’re in?” “They don’t let freshmen in at all,” Jen replied. “If we request a specific book, they’d bring us that book.” “Huh.” Fidgeting, Daniel pursed his lips, trying to think of a better question, a better way in. “Alright. What if we just…sneak in?” She adjusted her glasses, pushing them a little closer to her eyes, lost in thought for a moment. “I dunno–I assume they have some kind of enchantment to keep people out who don’t belong.” “They wouldn’t set up spells that’d hurt people,” Daniel pointed out. “What if someone got lost or just made a wrong turn? Or maybe they don’t bother, because they don’t think anyone will try. I really wouldn’t be surprised if the only security they have is a sign saying, ‘Please Don’t Enter’.”  Jen shrugged. “Well, if you think it’ll work, I guess it can’t hurt to try? But one of us should keep a lookout, in case the librarian comes around and sees us…y’know. Trying to break in and steal their books. That would be bad.”  “Yeah, I’ve heard librarians get mad when you rob them. Especially this librarian,” Daniel replied, smirking. “Trust me, it’ll be fine. Sometimes it’s just better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”  Jen paused, raising an eyebrow at him. “Isn’t that the mindset that landed you in, y’know,” in a stage whisper, she added, “Diapers?”  He blushed, fidgeting as he looked around, though of course nobody could overhear them. “Jen, when you say it like that, it makes it worse, not better.”  “Oh, sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “Still–aren’t you a little worried about the consequences if we get caught? I don’t want to get expelled on our first day.” “I’m maybe a little worried, but they’re not going to expel us, and besides–I’m more worried about the consequences if we don’t do anything,” he explained. “The school could be in real trouble.” (And someone could figure out the problem and solve it before me.)  “But what about the librarian?” she asked, looking over her shoulder, as though expecting to see the creature looming over them and listening in. “I’m pretty sure the stuff they say about the librarian is a myth,” Daniel replied, shrugging as he leaned back a bit. “Like–it doesn’t even make sense, why would it need that many eyes?”  “Well…if you say so.” Jen pursed her lips. “But I’m still going to keep an eye out for it.”  “Sure,” Daniel said, “But, like, if you see it, that’s kind of too late, isn’t it?” She shrugged. “I guess. Should we try and get in before lunch? No time like the present?” “Sure–but if it doesn't work, we can put it off. I don't want to skip lunch, I'm starving.” Daniel pushed to his feet, knees shaking a little as he stood upright, looking around.  More than just being big, the Alphabeta library was dense. Fifteen-foot tall bookshelves were placed near each other with barely enough room for two people to walk past, though at a touch or a word, the shelves would rearrange themselves, shifting the books up high down to a reachable level. The shelves were kept so tight and snug because they didn’t need to take up more space–the intent was for students to go in, ask for the books they needed, and then leave to read at one of the many ample chairs or tables made available for them. That, and their impossibly large collection was magically managed by something immortal, if stories were to be believed. Bookshelves fluttered around the two of them as they navigated through the library towards the south end, farthest from the entrance. Daniel fidgeted as he walked, nervously toying with the hem of his skirt and shifting his weight as they moved.  “What’s got you all shifty?” Jen whispered, glancing over at him, curiosity shining through her full moon spectacles.  “I–” Daniel started, glancing away. He replied in a hushed tone, since they no longer had the privacy of a bubble of silence. “I have to pee.” “Oooh,” Jen said, nodding sagely. “Well–I mean, you’ll have to go eventually. And, well, it can’t be as bad as the first time.” He looked down. His magically modified miniskirt was at least long enough to properly keep his diaper from peeking out, though he still felt like six extra inches of fabric left him uncomfortably exposed.  “I guess…” he said, frowning. “I was hoping I could just hold it.” Jen snorted, then covered her mouth with her hands. “Sorry. Erm–forever?” “No, just til I take a shower in the evening,” he explained, taking a breath. “And yes, I’m not above peeing in the shower.”  That got another giggle, one that Jen didn’t apologize for. “Can I point something out that you probably don’t want to hear?”  Sighing, Daniel leaned back, nodding. “Fine, sure.” “The potty dance is way more obvious than if you just used your diaper,” Jen pointed out. “Like–if you don’t want people to remember what you’re wearing, just…go.”  Blushing, Daniel looked around. The library wasn’t crowded, but it was busy–plenty of girls were reading or wandering the shelves, asking for particular titles so they could cram in some study time before lunch. He caught a few girls looking his way, and while he doubted all of them were intentionally staring at him to puzzle out his funny walk, he couldn’t pretend that Jen was entirely wrong.  “I’m not just going to…go,” Daniel said finally. “You do you,” Jen replied with a shrug. “You know, we might be able to just get an older student to help–is there anyone in your coven you trust?”  “I like them, but I barely know them still, and they’re all first or second years,” Daniel replied, shaking his head. Looking down, he checked his cheap plastic digital watch–he still had twenty minutes before lunch, and forty minutes after that before his next class. “How about you?”  “Eh, we’ve got one third year but I don’t really like her,” Jen admitted. “She talks too much, you know?”  “Not really,” Daniel said, trailing off as they got to the end of the public section. The restricted part of the library was blocked off by tinted glass blocks that distorted light, so that the space didn’t feel dark or closed off, but wouldn’t allow anyone to peek inside, either. A few open archways allowed students to pass through, and just as Daniel suspected, there were no locked doors, no barricades, just signs posted explaining that only third-year students could enter the restricted section of the library. Glancing around, Daniel sucked in a breath, trying to ignore the constant annoyance of his bursting bladder. Nobody was looking their way, and this deep into the library, there weren’t many students just wandering around. Walking to the side, to an archway with an obstructed line of sight, he said, “Here goes nothing.”  Stepping forward, he hesitated, frowned, and stepped back. He’d forgotten something, and… “Eh, right,” he told himself, turning around. He needed to get into the restricted section. Walking into the archway, he hesitated, frowned, and stepped back. He’d forgotten something, and… “Eh, ri…wait.” Pausing, he glanced at Jen, then pointed. “Walk in there, okay?”  She nodded, walking towards the archway, but as she passed the threshold she got a confused look on her face and turned around, wandering back out. Daniel got it. “There’s a compulsion charm on the entrance,” he said. “You walk in, and forget why you came in to begin with.”  “It was a good idea.” Jen sounded like she was trying to console him, though Daniel wasn’t bothered by being wrong.  “Let me try something,” he said, closing his eyes and focusing. He threw his willpower into a single thought, concentrating on the compulsion, demanding that his body walk forward. He passed through the entrance and stopped. Memories began to flee from his thoughts, like trying to hold sand cupped in numb fingers, and though he managed to take another step, he couldn’t make it beyond that. Dazed, he wandered back out, only remembering what his goal had been after a couple seconds. “I wonder if it can be tricked,” he began, scratching his chin. “Maybe if your goal isn’t to get inside, then…” He trailed off, finally noticing what he should have realized seconds earlier. The pressure on his bladder had vanished–he no longer had to pee.  He was peeing.  A blush spread up his face as he felt it, warmth spreading across the front of his diaper and down between his legs. He’d been so caught up fighting the compulsion that he’d forgotten to fight his own body, and now there wouldn’t be any holding it–at least not until he got back to his dorm. “Okay,” he said, trying to keep the waver out of his voice. “Bad idea, we should try something else. I need to run and go hit my room before lunch, but did you want to eat together?” Jen nodded, staring at the restricted section gate a little longer. “Sure–I’ll meet you there? I actually need to get a couple books while I’m already here.”  “Cool.” Smiling, glad to have a proper friend, Daniel turned to hurry back down the main walkway. He had plenty of time, and even if he was late to lunch, it didn’t really matter, but he still wanted to get changed as quickly as possible. He could feel the warm diaper squelch between his thighs with every step, and was aware of how it sagged lower than normal, threatening to be seen beneath his miniskirt if he moved too much or caused the fabric to flap. The sooner he was fresh, the bett– A girl about his height bumped into his shoulder walking the other way, and Daniel stumbled back, catching himself on a bookshelf. Turning on him as though he’d personally insulted her, the girl snapped, “Watch where you’re going, Spark.”  Daniel stared at her, brow furrowing. He’d seen her at the entrance exams, or if not her, then a near twin, which put her in the same year as him. She wore a scowl beneath a perfectly fitted hat with a short, tapered point, and had amassed a gaggle of girls behind her, all of whom had apparently accepted her as their leader.  And here she was, looking for some way to assert her dominance. “Hold it.” Shaking his head, Daniel stood upright and forced out an eye roll. “I’ve seen this bit before, but your performance was a bit stilted, and, let’s be real. If you want to pretend you walked into me by accident, we’d have to assume that anyone here cares.”  He felt pretty proud of his little speech, especially as he saw anger rise in the girl’s face. He’d taken the wind out of her sails, which was all he wanted to do. Turning to leave– The girl stepped in front of him. She wasn’t done with the conversation. “What’s the hurry, Spark? Off to change your diapers?” He tried to keep his face blank, to continue projecting an aloof charisma, but he couldn’t stifle his response completely. The girl grinned, like a shark tasting blood. “Holy shit, he is.” Wrinkling her nose, she added, “I thought it stank over here.”  “It doesn’t even smell like anything,” Daniel shot, before he could regain the good sense to keep his mouth shut. That got a burst of giggles from the bully and her cronies. Daniel’s brow furrowed, glaring at her, then he moved to walk past her again. She stepped bodily in front of him, blocking the path.  “What?” Daniel snapped, raising his voice. “You’re not going to let me through? Oooh, I can’t muscle my way through, it’s seven on one, you’re so cool.” “Nobody else is stopping you,” she replied, shaking her head. “It’s just me.” “Yeah, well,” Daniel said, uncertain if he could even shove past her if he tried–she wasn’t that well built, but then, neither was he. “I’m not here to get into playground fights.”  “No,” she sneered back at him. “The playground’s a bit too mature for you, isn’t it? Pretty sure you belong in the playpen.”  Daniel raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Look, I’m sure this is very fun for you, but I’m just at this school to get an education. I’m not looking to get into a pissing contest.”  Grinning like she’d just been given a surprise gift, the bully shot, “Sure, of course–” “Yeah, yeah, pissing contest, diapers, you’re very funny,” Daniel cut in, stealing the wind from her sails before she could get the quip out. “Look. Are you going to just stand in my way until we’re both late for class? Because, I’ll be honest–that’s a terrible trade for you. Seven people wasting their time to slightly inconvenience one?” He stared her down. He didn’t fear this girl. Unlike Rachel, she held no power over him, and even if she could probably beat him up–physically or magically, it made no difference–he didn’t think that was likely. As long as he didn’t show them any weakness, he would win.  “Danny?” Jen called, footsteps echoing in the otherwise-silent library as she hurried up to the scene. “What’s going on?” (Not helpful,) Daniel thought, turning to glance at her. “Nothing, Jen. I’m fine.” Defensiveness flaring in her face, Jen turned to the lead bully. “Just leave him alone, okay? He didn’t do anything to any of you.” That got a few titters from the gaggle of petty witches, and Daniel found himself blushing again. Balling his hands into fists, he added, “Jen–” “Fine, whatever,” the leader sneered, rolling her eyes. “Ugh, it stinks over here anyway–have fun with your babysitter, Danny.”  She turned, leading the group away. A few girls made a show of pinching their noses, though it felt a bit forced. “I’m sorry,” Jen said, watching them go.  Daniel’s brow furrowed, though he tried to keep his glare from falling directly on Jen. “Yeah.”  She paused, catching the anger in his tone. “Hey, Danny, don’t let them get to you, I know it sucks but they’re just–” “Don’t call me Danny,” Daniel insisted, wheeling on her. “And I had it, I told you I was fine. They were about to walk away. Now I’m going to have to deal with them riding my ass everywhere I go.”  Jen’s eyes widened, looking huge behind her full-moon spectacles. “I was just trying to help.”  “Yeah, well, try harder next time,” Daniel snapped. “Or maybe just don’t try.”  Setting his shoulders, he turned to stomp away. “Dan–” Jen started, calling after him. “Daniel, wait!” He stopped, shooting one last look back her way, biting his tongue to hold back the more poisonous of the quips flashing through his mind. In the moment, he wanted to lash out, to hurt her–but he kept that impulse at bay. Making eye contact, he settled on, “I’ll see you at potions class.” And, without another word, without giving her an opportunity to reply and draw out the poison building in his thoughts, he turned and walked away.   ... Comments and feedback are always appreciated! Every time you reply to an author's story, a Little gets their diaper! If you want to support me financially, you can also do that! This feeds the author-to-diaper pipeline much more directly. https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

I might be the odd one out, but I enjoy sequels like this. I like seeing other perspectives and see how someone else sees what's going on because in my mind it adds an extra dimension to the plot. Plus it's easier for me to follow them if a story goes back and forth between two or more character's POV. I haven't finished a book yet because it is a third book of the series and it switches to so many characters that I can't even keep track of who that person is that the chapter is following. Another reason I like this is because I can't just re-read an entire story after already reading it once, but having another story tell the same story from another character's POV means I can technically read the same plotline and be able to get new information and details about what had happened that wouldn't have been obvious to the first book. 

I understand what you're saying, which is why this will be one of the last stories in this vein, but I really wanted to avoid rehashing events that already happened. For anyone who already ready the other story, I didn't want to bore them, but you have a frustratingly valid point.  As far as Nancy goes, I have specific plans for her, and I'll just leave it as that technically, most everyone reading this story has likely already read about her outcome... they may have just not known it yet.  I really did try to avoid a bunch of things you are talking about, but with how these stories came together, I really couldnt see another way out of it. Technically speaking, this also serves as basically the final story in this trilogy. I know some of the events take place in parallel, but plainly speaking, most would also find it odd if someone only read books 1 and 3 in any other series. Regardless, this story is almost finished and these types of issues can be avoided in the future. 

Well I'm on a business trip in a truck, again. I ordered a blue test elite. And I put in a Northshore stuffer. It's probably a little overkill, but I put the stuffer more towards the back to maybe get some wetness back there. I already have 4 medium wettings, and it doesn't feel like much has gotten back there. Towards the end of the day, at my hotel, I'll dump some water back there, for a much more full effect. And unless I'm wearing a pull-up, I have and use some "under-spenders" for diapers. If it's not obvious, they're suspenders for underwear. They actually do pretty well, but even with them and baggier pants, the diaper bulge is getting less and less discreet.   I also have a interesting question.  For those who wear thicker diapers consistently, does your behind start having light indentations that reflect wear the diaper has been? I don't have any, but I'm just wondering if it happens. Does anyone understand my question...

Ben bundles up the messy diaper.  He holds the baby's legs like he's afraid of him and getting peed on.  He tapes the diaper back on awkwardly. It's his first time, and he has to adjust the tapes a couple times to get it right.