Change The Station (Short Story)

[TheUnknownAuthor]

I've never written something like this, so if it's not good let me know what I can do to improve, please. Thank you in advance for reading.

 

Change The Station

By: The Unknown Author

 

Ding dong.

The electronic chime of the train arrival notification system came over the PA system outside, the message that followed drown out by the sound of the running sink I was hunched over after splashing my face with water.

Looking up into the mirror with a sigh, my eyes half open to keep the headache at bay, I shut off the water and turned to grab some paper towels to dry my face, lurching forward on shaky legs and bracing myself on the wall near the hand dryer.

“You can do this.” I told myself, not that I actually believed it. The truth was, I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of the bathroom, let alone down to the platform and onto a train before I dropped dead from whatever was causing the headaches I’d been having.

Grabbing a wad of paper towels, I pressed them to my face and threw them in the trash before grabbing the handle of the bathroom door and entering the bustling station. People looked at me nervously as I passed them, not a great sign.

My headache flared up angrily, stabbing the soft mass behind my eyes and stopping me in my tracks, looking around as the world spun in my vision. I focused on a bench, hoping the attention to a specific point would stabilize my equilibrium. The bench had five people seated on it, two men, two women, and a small child no older than five, the worn lightly colored wood seemed too old looking for the relatively modern station it resided in, a throwback to a bygone era of steam engines and horse drawn carriages by the looks of it.

I blinked hard and gasped as the bench warped and shifted as I opened my eyes, the old wood replaced with metal and leather, the kind of seating you’d see at an airport. The people still sat there, unfazed by the change in their seating. I blinked again and the bench was still changed and I moved to it to touch it, feeling the cold steel and stiff material of the seats, the stares of the occupants causing me to withdraw my hand quickly.

I took a seat on the bench opposite the newer one, the wood beneath me creaking in protest as I sat back and took a deep breath. My eyes met the man on the far left of the new bench, he was looking up from his book, a dry and boring spy novel by the look of the cover, and I forced a weak smile his way to keep him from worrying about what a freak I must look like. I thought that if he had a more engaging book he might not be so nosy, like the little boy with his popup book further down the bench.

Laughter brought my attention back to the book man, now grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the popup book on his lap, the cutout of an animal character in the book moving back and forth as he pulled the flap at the bottom of the page and giggled as the character shifted to and fro in a sort of dance for him.

Again, no one seemed the slightest bit concerned by this change of scenery. Was I doing this or was I just hallucinating? I needed to test it, to prove that it was real, so I got up and made my way over to the man with the popup book.

“Whatchya readin’?” I asked him as casually as I could manage.

He looked up at me and then back to his book, the dancing bear he’d been so entertained by now motionless. “It’s a book about fairy tales.” he told me, his tone annoyed with being distracted from his fun.

“Can I see it?” I asked as I reached out to touch the book, to feel whether it was real or not.

He snatched it away from me before I could. “No!” he shouted. “It’s mine!” he added snottily.

I sighed, his yelling causing my headache to flare up again. “I just want to see it for a second.” I told him.

“Get your own, lady!” he snapped.

I felt my anger build and snatched the book from him, bringing an immediate response of childish shrieking from the man that was twenty years my senior. My headache grew with each second of the sound assaulting my ears and I glared at him as I gritted my teeth and looked at the book in my hands, the feel of it exactly what one would expect from a popup book. I realized as I turned the book over in my hands that his noise had ceased abruptly, and I looked up from the book to see him sitting there sucking on a pacifier, crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks as he made grabby hands toward his book and whimpered softly.

I dropped the book and stared at him in amazement and terror, watching as he slipped off the bench to retrieve his book and sat with it on the floor as he clumsily opened it back up and played with it.

“What the fuck is going on?” I wondered as I wandered away, looking back at him several times as I did. “I can change reality.” I thought, a pleasant tingle of empowerment running up my spine, bringing me to a stop and turning me back around to look at him once again, my mind focusing on him.

His long sleeved collared shirt and khakis shifted on his body, the legs of the pants receding up his legs as the sleeves of his shirt shortened and the collar snaked away from the shirt and up to the pacifier ring to make a tether clipped to his new shirt, a baby blue onesie that had merged with the former khakis to stretch over the bulk of the diaper he now wore. His shoes softened into baby blue booties and the popup book dissolved in his hands and became a plush baby block.

I giggled mischievously, and looked to the man and the woman that had been sitting next to him on the bench. Her purse changed into a diaper bag at my urging, her breasts swelling beneath her tanktop as I filled them with milk for her new baby. The man had no outward change, but I made him aware that his baby needed his mother, and watched as he stood up and went to the grown baby man and effortlessly picked him up from the ground despite the size difference of the two, the baby in question outweighing his new daddy by a hundred or more pounds.

The new mommy took the man just as easily and positioned him on her lap as she she lifted her shirt and opened the front flap of her nursing bra and removed his pacifier before placing her engorged nipple to his lips which he greedily latched onto.

I burst out laughing as the scene played out in front of me, the woman that was probably just out of college if she wasn’t still enrolled in it cradling a man that could’ve been her father as he nursed from her and she patted his thickly diapered bottom through his onesie, all while no one payed any attention to the events.

My headache faded and I was able to stand upright again, feeling an immense wave of power wash over me. I looked up at the clock and smiled, only a few more minutes until my train arrived, enough time to have some more fun with whatever this thing I had was. Hurrying back to the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and focused on myself, the sickly, sweaty look I’d been sporting given my awful health needed to change immediately.

I focused on my hair, shortening the shoulder length, curly mass into something more manageable and cute, the curls straightening and changing color until I had a silver bob cut that looked fantastic against my mahogany skin. My hoodie and jeans shifted and melded together, their colors brightening into a sunflower printed dress in a lime green, strapless to show off my shoulders. My worn tennis shoes became sandals with a daisy on the top strap of each shoe.

“I am goddamned stunning!” I thought to myself as I gave a giddy twirl in front of the mirror before making my way back out into the main station.

The barista at the nearby coffee shop gave me a coffee and bagel free of charge because she thought I was so pretty and made her way around the counter at my insistence to give me a kiss and put her number into my phone.

“You can call me any time, day or night!” she eagerly offered, desperate to please me and prove devotion to me.

I put my phone into my handbag and smiled at her. “Sophie, was it?” I asked, ignoring her name tag.

The blonde nodded vigorously, a huge smile plastered on her face. “Yes, ma’am, but you can call me anything you like!” she offered.

It wasn’t her fault she was being so pathetically needy, I was exerting that trait on her, pushing her as I explored my newfound abilities. “What about bitch?” I asked coyly. “Would you appreciate me calling you bitch?” I added.

Without hesitation she nodded once more. “Yes, ma’am, thank you, ma’am!” she said with a little curtsy that I thought I’d like to see her perform.

“Take off your clothes, bitch.” I whispered softly into her ear.

In a flash she was stripping for me, slowing down to make it sexier for me as each piece of clothing left her body and gathered in a small pile on the floor at my feet, an offering to her new goddess.

I looked her up and down slowly, marveling at how underdeveloped she truly was once her padded bra was removed. “How old are you, bitch?” I asked her.

“Twenty five, ma’am.” she responded obediently.

I smiled at her. “You’re sure it’s not two or five?” I asked as I traced a fingernail over her puffy pink nipple, delighting in her soft shudder of pleasure.

She shook her head. “No, ma’am!” she answered quickly before my will brought a look of uncertainty to her face.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked softly, my tone dripping with feigned concern.

She shook her head to try and sort her thoughts, memories of her adulthood tumbling out of her head with the jostling. “Five is a big girl number!” she chirped proudly.

I chuckled and nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” I said. “Much too big for you, right?” I asked.

Her eyes lost the luster of decades of knowledge, reverting to a more wide and innocent state as she stuck her thumb into her mouth and giggled as she nodded and looked at me adoringly.

With a push of my will, her clothes slithered up from the floor, climbing her legs like snakes up a tree, morphing into something more appropriate for her new mindset. The cluster of adult clothing became a thick cloth diaper and lavender plastic pants and a belly shirt the same color with white lace on the hem and sleeves. Her hair worked itself into a pair of pigtails and her name plate formed into a pacifier and leapt into her mouth as she removed her thumb.

She wobbled unsteadily and reached out for me, giggling again as I held out my arms and steadied her, helping her down to the floor where she sat on her bottom with legs splayed out in front of her suckling intently on her pacifier.

“Can you say, ‘thank you, Mommy’?” I asked her as I looked down with a pleased grin.

She burbled a bit of drool coated nonsense at me and wiggled where she sat as I patted the top of her head.

I strolled down the walkway of the train station making little changes here and there for my amusement, a Karen complaining about her ticket to a young man at the customer service counter devolved into a little yipping dog inside of a carrier bound for somewhere she couldn’t bother anyone. A particularly crabby looking man at the bar joined his kids at the claw machine, finding that his new older brother and sister had nothing but teases and taunts for the little boy that cried for his mother as he wet his pants.

Taking a seat on a newly appeared luxuriously comfortable chair amid the benches in the waiting area, I twisted my panties beneath my dress into a diaper similar to the one the book man had been wearing, just to see what it felt like, giggling softly as I rose slightly on the bench as the bulk swelled beneath me. Lifting my dress to look at my new undergarment brought a smile to my face as the colorful cartoon characters of my youth adorned the plastic shell. I relaxed my bladder and gasped as the sensation of my warm liquid swirling around inside my diaper before being absorbed brought a whole new level of arousal to my consciousness.

The woman across from me smiled at me when she saw me looking at my diaper and I smiled back and urged her to come to me, which she did, leaving her husband to crawl to me and kneel in front of me obediently.

“Are you a good girl?” I asked her.

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, ma’am.” she said without hesitation.

I spread my legs and lifted my dress, my diaper dissolving away to show her my hairless sex. “Show me.” I told her.

As the stranger began to lick me lovingly, I turned my attention to her husband, bringing him crawling over to me as well, his burly, masculine form melting away as he got closer until he was a buxom young woman, the years falling off of him until he was barely legal. As he climbed onto the bench and sidled up beside me his clothes changed from the stuffy business attire to a babydoll tee and a skirt so short I could see his puffy pink lips glistening beneath.

I filled my breasts with milk as I’d done with the woman earlier and pulled the lusty little thing to them and gasped as she latched on and began to nurse, the combination of ministrations above and below bringing me over the edge and grabbed his wife by the back of her head and forced her against me as I came harder than I ever had before.

I lazily looked down at his wife, face slick with my love and softly stroked her hair. “Good girl, that made Mommy very happy.” I praised, smiling as she giggled and climbed up onto the bench to latch onto my other breast, feeding beside her new sister.

When my girls had filled their bellies I returned my breasts to normal and had them stand up in front of me and gave them matching dresses, the kind of frilly thing a toddler would wear to Easter service at church and made sure their new diapers shown beneath the bottom of the dresses before I sent them off to play with their dolls.

“Jasmine Perkins?” a man’s voice came from behind me.

Turning at the sound of my name I saw a tall man in a suit holding up his badge, a shimmering black disk with a pentagram on the face of it. “Who are you? How do you know my name?” I asked as I took a cautious step backward.

“You already know the answers to those questions, Jasmine.” He said as he walked around the bench and put his badge away as he made his way to me. “You really shouldn’t have come here, you aren’t well.” he said.

I scoffed. “I’m fine, man.” I told him, willing him to stop advancing toward me.

“You can’t do anything to me, Jasmine, we’re immune to your power.” he told me.

The headache came roaring back, making me double over in pain as I held my head with both hands. I saw two other people in suits advancing from the crowd to my right and left and backed up slowly as he got closer.

“Just surrender and we can get you the help you need.” he told me calmly.

The people all around me rose to their feet and swarmed him, fighting to defend me as if I were their queen, the crowds on either side of me doing the same with the others allowing me to turn and make a break for it, the world spinning in my vision as I staggered to the train platform.

I heard screaming and felt a whoosh of energy behind me that almost sent me to the ground, but I managed to keep myself moving as I pushed through the doors to the platform.

“Nowhere to run, Jasmine!” the man called out from somewhere behind me. “No train’s coming for you.” he said smugly.

The throbbing in my head was unbearable now and I felt blood leaving my nose and rolling over my lips, the smell of burning hair filling my nostrils as I fell to my knees.

“That’s it, surrender and we’ll get you the help you need.” he repeated as he walked up behind me.

I was panting now, my brain on fire and my vision reduced to merely pinholes as the pain swallowed up everything but my most basic of thoughts and functions. “Not. Surrendering.” I growled as I let go and allowed the pain to swallow me up.

A violent tearing sound, deafening and total was all that could be heard aside from my own screaming and it seemed to drag on for an eternity as the brightest light imaginable swallowed everything around me and then I was tumbling through a tunnel of nothingness and the rushing sound of my own velocity replaced the chaos noises, and then it was all gone.

Silence reigned supreme for what could’ve been a nanosecond or the entire span of human history until it was challenged by the soft melody of a lullaby generated from somewhere and nowhere at the same time. The tinny music filled my ears and the white began to fade allowing me to see the bright colors surrounding me, a ring of soft cartoon characters gently spun above me, the barred sides on either side of me rising high above where I lay.

I felt myself smile and heard a gurgle as a happy feeling welled up within me and escaped my lips, sneaking out beneath the rubbery thing in my mouth. Words formed in my mind, names for the things I was seeing, all classified as being owned by me. There was my mobile, and my crib, and my pacifier, and then the feeling of my diaper growing warmer and wetter as my tinkle entered it.

“Good morning, Jasmine!” a woman cooed from the other side of the room.

I looked and felt that happiness again as I recognized the woman as my Mommy, though she was my own age, she was still the changer of diapers and giver of cuddles and bringer of milky boobies, the last one bringing an empty grumble from my tummy just thinking about it.

“As you can see, the subject returns to her “safe space” when faced with adversity or fear.” Mommy said to a group of men and women behind her, all in the same white coats as Mommy.

The people wrote on their clipboards and nodded.

“So, you let her leave and do whatever she wants and trust that she’ll return?” one girl asked.

Mommy shook her head. “Not exactly, Jasmine is far and away the most powerful being on Earth, we couldn’t stop her if we tried to.” she said as she walked over to the crib and reached inside to stroke my still silvery short hair. “We let her play with her toys for a little bit and then ensure she returns by sending our agents out to corral her into returning here, in the between times we ensure that her awareness of her power is diminished as much as possible through a combination of hypnosis, embedded in the music she hears all day and inhibitors in the food and drink she has outside of her normal breastfeeding.” she explained.

“How do the agents keep from being affected by her?” one of the men asked.

Mommy smiled at me. “Jasmine’s powers are only effective against beings with conscious thought or objects in the world, we created the agents with that in mind and found that she has no control over them and they became her babysitters of sorts.” she explained.

“Is it safe for us to be in here with her?” another woman asked.

Mommy nodded. “Jasmine can do things to you in here, I won’t lie, but she’s far less likely to do so here in her safe space where she’s calm and happy.” she said.

The group wrote more on their clipboards.

“Hungry, Mommy!” I burbled around my pacifier.

Mommy smiled and let down the side of the crib before she picked me up as though I weighed nothing and carried me over to the rocking chair where she efficiently got me set up at her breast for my feeding. “As you can see, Jasmine has ensured that she can be taken care of as easily as a real infant, reducing her perceived weight to that of a mere newborn.” she explained as she rocked me and gently rubbed my back.

I closed my eyes and savored the warm milk as it flowed down my throat and envisioned the cute blonde in the group. Her white coat and professional attire warping into a simple shirt and diaper similar to my own as her hair fell from its ponytail and bunched up into pigtails on either side of her head.

“Jasmine!” Mommy scolded.

I giggled, milk dribbling down my cheek as I heard the crinkling of the blonde’s diaper as she crawled over to us.

“Clearly Jasmine took a shine to you, little one.” Mommy cooed to the blonde as she stopped at Mommy’s feet.

Baby babble escaped the blonde’s lips behind me and Mommy scooted off the rocking chair and down to the floor to let my new sister join me for lunch on her other breast.

“Why don’t you all head out to the hall while I finish with these two, and we’ll head to the storage facility to see the objects of power we’ve collected over the years.” Mommy told the group.

Once they were all gone I looked up at Mommy and our eyes met and she smiled down at me. “She was a very bright young girl, Jasmine.” she told me.

The blonde suckled noisily beside me and I unlatched from Mommy’s breast. “Do I hafta turn her back?” I asked.

Mommy nodded softly. “She can spend the night with you here, but tomorrow she goes back to normal, okay?” she asked.

I nodded. “Okay, Mommy!” I chirped happily before latching on to finish my meal.

“Good girl.” Mommy whispered as she stroked my hair. “You’ll always be Mommy’s good girl, won’t you, Jasmine?” she asked.

I nodded softly and closed my eyes, thinking about all the things Mommy had said to the people that were with her, wondering absently about what hypnosis and inhibitors were, but the sound of my new sister making a poopy in her diaper distracted me.

“Looks like someone is racing you to poopy town.” Mommy cooed as she rubbed the blonde’s back softly.

My thoughts focused on beating my new sister as I eagerly began to fill my own diaper. “I guess those things aren’t really important.” I thought to myself as Mommy praised me for winning the dirty diaper race. “Maybe I’ll try and figure it out tomorrow.” I decided.

[Shotgun Diplomat]

A very interesting concept. One question, if Jasmine is able to access her powers even when under the hypno-inhibitor spell. What stops her from changing "Mommy" into a playmate? Is it because she is both conditioned to and actually is safe in the lab/nursery?  

[TheUnknownAuthor]

2 hours ago, Shotgun Diplomat said:

A very interesting concept. One question, if Jasmine is able to access her powers even when under the hypno-inhibitor spell. What stops her from changing "Mommy" into a playmate? Is it because she is both conditioned to and actually is safe in the lab/nursery?  

I know it's going to seem like I'm answering your question with a question, but hear me out, what if the entire dynamic of Mommy being that for Jasmine is by Jasmine's design? What if she's ensured that no one gives things a second look because Mommy is in some position of power at the facility and says that everything is a-okay because hypnosis and inhibitors are being used? Also, I never said whether or not Mommy was Mommy willingly or because of Jasmine...poor writing or intentional decision? You decide!

If I were a supremely powerful being capable of altering reality and also wanted to just live a fetish fantasy I'd think that giving people the illusion of power, the feeling of safety that I was docile and under control would probably hit a few switches in the old diaper area.

As far as an actual answer to your question, why would you turn your Mommy into a baby if you clearly wanted that role to be filled? You can obviously have any Mommy or Daddy or playmate you want at any time, but at this moment in time, where we meet Jasmine and learn a bit about her powers, she has a Mommy and is content with that dynamic.

[Jayme]

It is interesting to see Jasmine react to the "outside" world. I wonder what would happen when she is treated poorly by a random person?

[Drownedinp]

I enjoyed that story!

[TheUnknownAuthor]

14 hours ago, Jayme said:

It is interesting to see Jasmine react to the "outside" world. I wonder what would happen when she is treated poorly by a random person?

If you've ever seen Elfen Lied, I imagine something like that. If you haven't seen Elfen Lied, it would probably be very bad for the random person.

4 hours ago, Drownedinp said:

I enjoyed that story!

Yay! Glad to hear it!

[Sarah Penguin]