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Diaper Rash By: RambleLamb The waiting area at the doctor's office was full of people, not altogether uncommon for the busy cold and flu season, but sandwiched between an old woman that coughed like she'd just come out of a coal mine after a hard decade's work, and a young woman that looked more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, jostling her leg and looking at her phone every four and a half seconds as if it were going to somehow fix whatever was wrong with her. I sat quietly and patiently, the model of a good patient, despite the feeling that I needed to desperately scratch the rash that I'd developed. I couldn't possibly do that though, there were children in this waiting room, and scratching myself in front of them, no matter if it's for a valid medical reason is not on my to-do list for today. "Harriet Chambers?" the nurse asked the room. I politely raised my hand and gathered up my purse before moving across the room to her and following her back into the exam area. I followed her down a short hallway and around a corner into one of the rooms. "Have a seat on the table and I'll be right back to do your blood pressure and temperature check." she said from the doorway before closing the door and leaving me alone. I reached behind me and dipped my hand down the back of my pants and began scratching the itchy meat of my left butt cheek, shuddering with pleasure at how much better it felt to attend to the ever present annoyance of this random rash. Satiated for the moment, I took off my jacket and set it aside on the chair against the wall and put my purse beneath it before taking a seat on the paper lined exam table to wait for the nurse to return. "Okay, Harriet, let's get you all checked in." the nurse said as she came back into the room. "Lift your sleeve for me, please." she said as she set her clipboard down and picked up the blood pressure cuff from the drawer behind me. I rolled up my sleeve and allowed her to place the cuff on my arm, waiting as it tightened and finally hissed as it released its stored air. "Hmm, a little high." she noted. "Nervous?" she asked. I nodded. "I don't like doctors." I told her. She smiled as she put the digital thermometer in my ear. "Dr. Miles is very nice, she'll take good care of you." she said as the thermometer beeped and she pulled it from my ear, writing the numbers down on her sheet. Once the nurse had left again I scratched my itch and lay down on the table, wondering how long all of this was going to take and hoping that I could get some cream or something from the doctor and not have to go to a pharmacy to pick something up. I sat up as the door opened again and a tall blond woman confidently strode in, her bright blue eyes looking at me as she closed the door behind her. "Hello, Harriet, I'm Dr. Miles." she greeted warmly. "What seems to be the problem today?" she asked, taking a seat on the stool at the foot of the table. I blushed. Dr. Miles was really pretty and I wasn't at all prepared for that, and now I had to tell her all about my rashy butt, FML, right? "Well, I umm, I have a kind of-" I swallowed hard as I looked into her eyes. "a rash, I guess." I finally managed to add. Dr. Miles nodded. "Where's the rash?" she asked as she wrote on the paper on her clipboard. More blushing. "On my, umm, backside?" I said, making it sound like I had no clue where my butt rash was. She smiled at me easily. "On your butt, then?" she clarified. I nodded slowly, wishing I could just leave right then and there. She stood up. "Okay, pants and underwear down to where the rash is and lay on your stomach, please." she commanded warmly but still in that clinical and professional way that a good doctor has at their disposal. I complied, shimmying my pants and panties down on the left side to expose my reddened butt cheek, burying my face in my folded arms as I lay on my stomach on the table. "Huh." Dr. Miles said simply. "Any changes to your soaps or detergents?" she asked. "No." I replied. "Been through any bushes or rolled around in grass or leaves?" she asked. "No." I replied. "Any contact with foods you're allergic to?" she asked. "No." I replied. "Huh." she said as she pulled on a glove from the dispenser on the wall. "Any pain, or just the itch?" she asked. "Just the itch." I replied. Her warm gloved hand touched my butt and I relaxed despite my blush returning once again. "When did it start?" she asked. "Yesterday." I told her. "Did you do anything out of the ordinary?" she asked. The question hung in the air for longer than I'd intended to let it. "Harriet?" she asked. "You can tell me anything, I'm not allowed to share it with anyone else." she offered, sensing my reluctance. I cleared my throat. "I tried something with my boyfriend." I said cryptically. "Okay, what did you try?" she asked. I sighed. "He likes to, well, the thing is, he-" why was it so difficult to say the words, it wasn't my secret or anything. "diapers, he likes to wear diapers." I blurted, throwing the words out into the world as fast as I could get them from my lips. Silence filled the room and then a small giggle from Dr. Miles. "Did you wear a diaper?" she asked. "No." I said bluntly. Dr. Miles cleared her throat. "Okay, well, it looks like a normal rash, an over the counter topical ointment should clear it up, give me a few minutes and I'll grab you a tube and apply it for you here and then you can handle it from there." she said. Alone once again, I sighed and took stock of my life. I probably got diaper rash from him or something, how embarrassing. I planned to give him an earful when I saw him again, if I didn't die of embarrassment before then. Dr. Miles returned and quickly spread some of the cream she'd gotten over my rash, a cool relief spreading across the area in a satisfying wave. "Use it as you need it and try and keep the area exposed to the air as much as possible." she advised. I nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Miles." I said glumly, my humiliation still filling me up. "You're welcome, Harriet." she said warmly. "If the rash gets worse, call the office and set up another appointment and stop using the cream." she added. "Let that dry a bit and then you can pull your pants back up and be on your way." she said. ************************************************************************ The Next Day I woke up and rolled to the edge of the bed, putting my legs off the side and onto the floor while I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Standing, I reached back to feel my rash and my hand touched something weird causing me to recoil and look down at my butt in the mirror on the other side of my bedroom. I screamed when I saw that the entire left side of my butt was covered in some kind of white, like the cream was still there but thicker and more dense. I touched it again and felt nauseous, it felt like the outside of one of the diapers my boyfriend had been wearing the other day. Touching it, I could feel my fingers running over my butt, but it was like my butt was numb almost, the sensation dull and far away feeling, as if through the surface of my clothes, "or a diaper." I said aloud. Picking up my phone, I called my boyfriend and got his voicemail. "Darren! Call me back, I'm having a serious problem and-" I sat on the bed and heard a crinkle from my left butt cheek. "Fuck it, I'm coming over!" I said and hung up, hurrying to get dressed and wake up a bit before bolting out of the house. In the car on the way over to Darren's house I could feel my left side swelling, causing me to sit with a slight lean as I drove. The crinkling and rustling grew more noticeable as well, and by the time I arrived at his apartment it looked like my left leg was sore or something because of the way I was walking. I used my key to enter his apartment after several frantic minutes of banging on the door and calling his phone with no answer to either. As soon as I opened the door my nostrils were assaulted by the rancid stench of stale pee and old poop, making me gag as I pulled my shirt up over my nose. "Darren?!" I called out, convinced he was dead somewhere inside and I was about to have the worst, most traumatizing day of my young life. A slapping thudding sound came from down the hall to my right, coming closer and more rapidly until I saw Darren crawl out into the living room on all fours, naked except for a ridiculously large diaper that I could tell barely had any of it's clean, whiteness left save for the very top parts nearest his middle. I rushed to him, screaming the whole way. "What the fuck, Darren, you can't just peace out on me to play your little game, I needed you, you fucking dick!". As I got closer he looked up at me and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy like he'd been crying and also wide with fear as he reared up and grabbed at me, succeeding in only getting a handful of my pant legs, tugging them down and leaving me in my underwear. "Darren, whatever this is, stop it!" I shouted as I bent down to pull my pants back up, the rustling from behind me causing him to look at me with wild eyes as he reached out again, whimpering frantically. "Say something, goddamn it!" I yelled as I backed away, letting him fall forward onto his stomach on the floor. Darren looked up at me and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out besides garbled mumbled. Looking at him with growing concern and fascination, I saw what looked like something inside his mouth and knelt down as I inched closer to him, my slight crinkle beginning to mirror his. "What's in your mouth?" I asked him. He opened his mouth again and stuck out his tongue, sending me tumbling backward onto my butt in revulsion, though I barely felt the impact of my butt on the wood floor, but was too shocked to even notice. Darren's "tongue" lolled out, the end of it having swelled up and hardened into an almost plastic looking material while the body of his tongue had also swelled up but looked more like rubber or latex. The end of his tongue was forming into an almost flat surface but with a protrusion on the tip that looked like it was radiating out into a ring. All at once it hit me why this all looked so familiar, his tongue was turning into a pacifier! "Darren, what's happening to you?" I asked him shakily, my hand moving to cover my mouth in preparation to hold in another scream. He didn't answer, he couldn't without a tongue, but he did do something, he grunted and then he farted and then he began to shit his ridiculously large diaper as he looked at me pleadingly. I moved to my knees. "Darren, do you need me to change you?" I asked reluctantly, repulsed by what I was seeing but also filled with fear and a desire to try and help my poor boyfriend in his time of need. He began to thrash wildly, growling and sobbing in obvious frustration. "Look, I can help you, let me just go find a new diaper for you and I'll make it all better." I offered, not believing a word of what I was saying, but recalling his explanation to me about his desire to be babied and have his "Mommy" take care of him, using that to try and ease his suffering with all that was happening to him. I got up fully and hurried down the hallway, my preoccupation with helping Darren keeping me from noticing that my gait had evened out because my right side was now swelling in much the same way the left side had. I went into his bedroom and saw the signs that he'd clearly been struggling in here, things broken and strewn about, his secret stash of diapers and baby things scattered all over the floor. I bent down to pick up a diaper and heard the crinkle of my butt, louder than before and went to the broken mirror ahead of me and dropped my pants a little, whimpering as I saw that my whole butt was now bright white, my skin looking like the crinkly outer shell of a diaper. My butt crack was gone, covered or just assimilated by whatever was happening, and the growth or whatever it was had started to move lower, encroaching on my lady parts. Hurrying from the bedroom I went to Darren and tried to focus on getting him taken care of before worrying about my own weird body issues. Helping him roll over onto his back, I set the new diaper aside and positioned myself between his legs, gently running my hand over the swollen and discolored crotch of his diaper, as I'd done the other day, feeling the urge to vomit come up again as I felt the squishy, lumpy surface, warm to the touch from use or body heat or both. I smiled at him to keep from throwing up and moved my hand to the tape on the left side, finding it stuck down so well that there wasn't a flap to grab. I dug at it, trying to get it to pop up and stopped when Darren began to whine and writhe. I started to try and calm him when I noticed that the tape I'd been scratching at was bleeding a little bit, the little red blobs standing out against the whiteness of the top area of his diaper. "Holy fucking shit!" I screamed and backed away in a frantic crab walk. "That's not a goddamned diaper, that's your skin, isn't it?!" I screamed, the puzzle pieces finally fitting as I realized what had happened to him was happening to me. Darren began crying, but the sound was muffled and as I looked over his bulbous crotch I could see that he now had a large pacifier in his mouth, sucking it greedily and noisily as he weakly thrashed on the floor. My movement backward had caused me to step on my pant leg and once again pull my pants down, revealing a swelling beginning to form beneath my panties. I screamed and began to hyperventilate as I tried to think of something, anything I could do to stop what was happening to me and fix Darren at the same time. My phone began to ring, as if the universe was throwing me a life line, and I picked it up from where it lay after falling from my pocket and saw that Dr. Miles was calling. "Dr. Miles, you have to help me!" I pleaded. "Harriet? Slow down, what's wrong?" she asked. I felt an odd sensation in my crotch, like I was peeing but in reverse, and shuddered and whimpered. "The rash, it spread and it's turning my skin into a diaper and-" I hysterically babbled. "Harriet, I don't understand, your skin is turning into a diaper?" she asked disbelievingly, cutting me off. I nodded frantically, realizing she couldn't see me. "Yes! It happened to Darren and now he's like a giant baby!" I cried, looking over at my now still boyfriend, worrying that he was dead until I saw his stomach rise with air and realized he'd probably passed out. "I don't understand what you're trying to tell me, Harriet, can you come into the office and show me?" she asked. I shook my head. "I don't think I can, it's going to get worse! Can you come here?" I pleaded. "Bring an ambulance for Darren, please!" I said as I began to sob uncontrollably, the phone dropping from my hand as I reached between my legs and felt only the warm plastic of my diaper skin. "1285 West First Street, Apartment S!" I cried out to the abandoned phone before slumping over onto my side, curling up into a fetal position and crying as the transformation below my waist finished. ************************************************************************ Notes From Doctor Elaine Miles "The inexplicable skin growths seen in patient Harriet Chambers and her boyfriend Darren Willingham continues to confound both myself and the medical community at large. All attempts to treat or diminish the growths have had no success in either patient. Both are being kept alive through feeding tubes as the, for lack of a better term, pacifier, growth in the mouth has rendered both unable to eat or drink normally." "The, again, for lack of a better term, diaper, growth on the lower portion of both patients has been effectively managed with the retained waste within the growth being drained through incision which heals in a matter of minutes to the shock of everyone that's witnessed it. Once the retained waste is drained, the growth returns to a normal, pristine white, like that of a fresh diaper until another incision must be made several hours later." "Darren has shown no signs of higher brain function, receding into a more infantile state, his brain scans suggesting that whatever this growth is may be to some degree parasitic in nature." "Harriet is moving closer to that same state every day, though she does still show signs of recognition when she sees me, but I have noticed she's taken on the trait of Darren, staring at my breasts like a hungry infant, which leads me to believe there is no hope for either of them making a successful recovery without major advancements in modern medicine." "As of the time of this recording, over seventeen thousand cases of this condition have been discovered around the world, with identical symptoms in all cases. The CDC has begun its work to try and accommodate the growing number of sick people, but without much in the way of treatment, we're discovering many victims having starved to death or died from the growths below the waist reaching critical mass and rupturing, leaving them to hemorrhage." "Despite all attempts to keep the rash from spreading to others, several nurses have begun to show signs of skin irritation on the posterior while I myself have begun to feel an itch. I'll continue my work for as long as I can, but I leave these notes as a guide to whomever takes over once I'm unable to continue my work."