Hindsight (Tumblr Original)

“Now lean forward for me, miss, and take a look through this little machine for me. Good? You’re feeling comfortable?”

Sherry nodded - or tried to. It was difficult to nod when your chin and forehead were strapped firmly against the cool pads of the ophthalmologist’s crazy-looking eye-checking apparatus. “All good,” she mumbled as best she could, staring aimlessly through the two lenses before her and into the dark depths of the machine. God, this was so boring. Why couldn’t they just scan her eyes once and be done? After this she bet that doctor dude would start beaming a flashlight in her eye and telling her not to blink. Like who could even do that?

“Just relax now and stare straight ahead for me, okay?” the elderly doctor told her, sounding vaguely apologetic. “We’re going to need to run a full scan of both eyes, and the entire process does take a few minutes. It doesn’t hurt a bit, though, so don’t worry about that…” Sherry sighed in exasperation, but before she could voice her complaint over how much damn time this was taking and how she had to be back in the office in half an hour, she heard the door close… and the lights vanished.

What the hell? “Hey!” she called, but there was no response. Her hands reached up to try to extricate her face from this machine - but then she caught herself. No. This was probably all part of the eye scan, wasn’t it? They needed her eyes to dilate open in the dark, of course. Well, geez - would have been nice of them to warn her… She stared into the darkness, noticing now a faint light growing in what seemed to be an immense void. It began to shift and sway, pulsing vaguely in an irregular rhythm that shifted and spun and refused to settle down.

Look straight ahead, a voice suddenly intoned from seemingly nowhere, startling the young woman almost out of her chair. Do not blink. Do not move. You are being scanned. Sherry willed her eyes open, staring stubbornly into the increasingly-bright swirls of color pulsing around her eyes. The patterns were so strange…hypnotic…wonderful… She wondered vaguely if they made screensavers like this. She’d download it, in a heartbeat. So pretty and artsy. So wild…bright…colorful…

In the darkened the examination room, any witness would have heard this unsuspecting young woman’s breathing quicken, then gradually slip into a more shallow and even rhythm over the ensuing minutes. Her muscles, previously tensed, now relaxed as she sagged gently forward into the machine that held her head prisoner. “Yessshhh…” one might have heard her breathe lazily. “Yessshhh, I’ll… be goooodd… Gooooo…” The lights were spinning and flickering wildly now within the machine, as the diabolical program implanted round after round of subliminal messages into the passively receptive patient’s head. It was only a matter of time now until the process was complete…

Ten minutes later, the lights flickered back on, and the doctor entered, this time accompanied by two expectant-looking nurses. “Ah, just as promised,” the one nodded, eyeing the patient’s prone form collapsed forward into the machine. “I told you that new Hindsight program was powerful.” The other tittered dryly. “I’d say! Looks like she’s already lost most of her dignity, too…” The doctor eyed the warm puddle dripping from between the woman’s legs with distaste. “Just clean that mess up and get her out of here, okay? I’ll be in my office to finalize our transaction as agreed.” He snorted and left the room amid the nurses’ giggles.

“Me goooo…. Gaaaahhhh…” Sherry was drooling and babbling as the nurses unhooked her from the machine and began stripping her right there on the floor with practiced efficiency. “Buh gaa boo gaa…” “Is that right, baby?” one of the nurses tittered, slipping a pacifier-shaped gag between Sherry’s drooling lips and strapping it tightly behind her limp neck. “Oh, honey, you’re such a cutie! I can’t wait to see you on camera for us…” The other grinned sadistically and held up three translucent lozenges before slipping them easily into the girl’s bum. “What I can’t wait for is to see her squatting and shitting her brains out on stream! Folks pay a ton for that stuff, you know…” Their laughter was lost amid the rustle of the bulky white diaper being fastened around the now-mute, blank-eyed patient: the first of many, many more to time…

An hour later, a dark van slid quietly out of the Green Mountain Eyecare parking lot, two prim nurses in the front seats. Thanks to its tinting, nothing could be seen of its rear passengers. Which was probably for the best. For on the floor one might have glimpsed the naked, diapered, gagged, and trussed form of the entranced Sherry, strapped tightly to a body board and staring vacuously up at the ceiling. She had no idea where she was headed. But then again, she no longer had the faintest notion who or what she was, either. None of the best performers on “Hypno Diaper Sluts” ever did. All she would know from now on  was brilliant colors…the gurgle and coo of her own babbling voice…and the growing weight of her own increasingly soiled diapers.

Had she known the outcome of her little appointment with the eye doctor, of course, poor Sherry probably would have fled in horror. But of course as they say, hindsight is twenty-twenty.