Untilted.03 Parts 1, 2, & 3

“Woaah! It’s dark and foggy here!” Robin joked sarcastically to Harley. They stepped into the carnival trailer. The outside advertised “Haunted Forever” in pink and purple neon lights. It was the end of the night. The crowd of fairgoers was noticeably starting to thin. It felt like a fun way to blow the last of their ride tickets. The door closed behind them.

“It’s so dark, can you see anything?” Harley asked, she could sense Robin was still only a few inches away. She slowly walked forward. A dimly lit, glow-in-the-dark splattered painted animatronic rat dropped out of a fake cupboard. A high pitched whistle screeched out for a jump scare. Harley winced, then flushed goosebumps across her arms. She chuckled realizing how corny it was. “Watch out!...” Harley said, piggybacking off Robin’s joke. She turned to elbow her in the ribs. Surprisingly though, she was 10 ft behind. Staring into a mirror illuminated by a light fixture on the ceiling. Her facial expression looked grim.

“What do you see?” Harley yelled out. Robin turned to her, then started walking away from the mirror.

“We need to get the fuck out of here.” She said freightned. Harley smirked and said, “Are you serious? Girl, it's just paper crocheted rats.”

“No. I just saw myself naked in a diaper. When I looked down at myself that’s all I had on. It felt so fricken real.” Robin said, coming off as paranoid. Harley giggled, unable to believe a word coming out of her mouth.

“It’s not that sophisticated. Maybe your eyes just got tricked?” She reasoned, “But fine, we can go if you’re so scared.” Harley said, turning to start walking out. She expected to see the hallway. Instead, it was another mirror. The reflection showed her standing in a nursery. Baby toys peppered across the floor. Soft pink walls matched the white bars of a crib. Harley felt like she was there. Wearing a pull-up, and the feeling of a plastic bulb between her teeth. The warm room tickled her naked skin. Her mother walked in through the open nursery door.

“Do you want to keep trying pull-ups?” She asked, extending a pair. Harley squeezed her legs. Her pull-up squished. Holding it felt like a monumental amount of work. It’d require careful focus of both her mind and body. Did she really have to be potty trained?

“Diapie!” She said, pointing to the thick adult diaper in her other hand. Her mother smiled and said, “I thought so!” The diaper was already around her waist. Harley felt so excited to finally get to play. “rawr.” She said into the reflection. Letting her hands claw the air. With wobbly legs, she plopped down onto the floor. But instead of feeling her cushiony diaper compress into the rug, her butt hit the dark cold floor of the trailer.

“Huh?” She said in a dumb droan. She saw a silhouette in a disorienting fog.

Robin giggled at her reflection. She was only wearing a diaper. It felt exciting. She hadn’t worn a diaper since the day she began potty training, but this one felt different. This was a commitment. “Do it.” her reflection told her. “Pee.” Robin’s mind knew. This was a curse. If she let go, then she would be back in diapers forever. The idea excited her. “I don’t have to hold it anymore...” They both said, letting the possessive thoughts take over. A couple drops dribbled out of her. The moment it hit the padding, the muscles holding it all back went numb. A full stream of pee pushed into the padding. Warm juices absorbed into the fabric, making it grow slushy and wet. Harley grabbed her shoulders.

“Heyyy, Robin! We go bye bye?” She said jovially. Robin saw her real reflection. The reality of what she just did started to hit. She was incontinent. Feeling meek she nodded her head. As they walked to the exit, she tried flexing her muscles. Nothing worked. She wasn’t even fully sure what muscles to flex. It’s like she’d never tried in her life. They were physically and mentally disabled.

“I had such fun fun! Me go gains tomorrow! You come?” Harley asked, the cold air of the night slapped them in the face. Robin didn’t have an opinion. She didn’t want to upset her friend.

“Yeah… yeah…. Whatever you want…” Robin said, doing a slight potty dance as they walked. She felt pee drop into her diaper.

***

Amelia jumped and spun in place on the playscape. She couldn’t contain the excitement rupturing her muscles. She had wanted to play outside for the past two days. After littering every square foot of her apartment with misplaced baby toys, going outside to play with others felt like so much fun.

This was a recent change in Amelia. After starting her new medication a week ago, life felt way more whimsical. The only thing that mattered was right in front of her face. Everything else didn’t exist. Unless, it was a message from her body.

Ameila grabbed the waistband of her leggings. She pulled them down while kneeling on the balls of her feet. It felt funny to expose her new underwear while she did it. It made sense to pick up pull-ups after noticing her panties were becoming damp.  “Yeee….” She hummed through giggles. She bounced on her calves. Each time her butt swung down, pee whipped out. The padding quickly started to sag.

“All done!” Amelia said, standing up. She looked at the slide next to her. Without thinking about it, she pulled up her pants, then dove legs first into the hot green slide. When Amelia’s butt made contact with the plastic, she could feel her full pull-up mush between her legs. It made her blush. That was a serious accident. There was no reason she couldn’t use the potty. She was just being lazy.

But a growing part of her liked that. It felt silly to have accidents. It’d be even sillier to yell it out to the world. Following that burst of devious fun, Amelia shouted, “I HAD AN ACCIDENT!!” the moment she saw daylight again. It grabbed a lot of attention. Most looked away quickly in disgust. Amelia made eye contact with the Mom in front of her. She was sitting on a bench.

“She must think I’m stupid.” Amelia thought, given her facial expression. “Someone thinks I’m a baby.” She thought again. That only made her want to prove it more. She got off the slide and started walking toward the bench. She angled herself so she’d just walk by.

The first push didn’t do much. She relaxed for a second, then pushed down harder. It forced a grunt out of her. “This will help.” She knew, planting a thumb in her mouth. She felt extremely childish. That energy funneled into her bottom. A raspberry sounding fart ripped out. Just as she walked by, gurgling wet poop pushed into her pull-up. “Oopsie!” Amelia joked. The lady was purposefully looking away from her, but clearly knew what happened.

“Maybe I should get diapers.” Amelia thought, as she grabbed the front and back of her pull-up. It felt drenched and sloppy. She immediately B-lined for the CVS across the street.

***

“Erica, you better not be coming in here to say what I think you’re going to say.” Her mother, Lisa, said.

“Mom I can hoold it!” Erica’s voice with a tinge of whiny at the end.

“Erica. Stop it.” Lisa said, turning quickly to point a stern finger. She looked back into the mirror to continue working on her hair. “I’m not playing this game with you. Why does it always have to come to this? We’re going to an extremely important dinner for your father. You can’t have an accident while we’re there.” Lisa said. Erica scoffed.

“Are you serious?? I’ve been so good this week! Are you not going to acknowledge that? You guys never do! You know it’s you and him that are part of the problem.” She said, crossing her arms.

“Don’t put that on us.” Lisa said, looking in her eyes through the mirror. She continued working. “You blame us? 19 years Erica. I’ve heard every excuse in the book, but are you actually at the point where it’s OUR fault you're in diapers?” Lisa asked irritated. “You need to take responsibility. We’ve done everything we can.”

“You never helped me out of them! I’ve been reading a lot about this. It gets harder as you get older!” Erica argued, Lisa shook her head.

“Are you implying we didn’t do enough? Did you forget about the hundreds of times we tried getting you on that plastic potty? You fought us to no end. The countless specialists, the FOUR different therapists we took you to, do you know how many conversations I’ve had to have with school nurses? ‘She should really be out of them by now.’ I had an entire set of laundry just to send to school. So don’t you say it’s us. We did everything we could.” She said, putting down her mascara. “I don’t want to have this conversation with you right now. You’re wearing a diaper, end of story.” She said definitively. Erica wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“I’m wearing a pull-up.” She said, putting her foot down. Lisa let out an exasperated sigh. She turned toward Erica, with her left hand, she brought it up between her daughter’s legs. She dug a finger in between the leak guards. A split second later she took it out. She looked unsurprised.

“We’re leaving in five minutes, go get your shoes on.” She said, walking out of the bathroom.

Erica felt embarrassed frustration. She steadied her stance.

“Whatever.” She thought, then released. Spiteful piss shot into her already damp diaper. She could feel the warmth and weight of a full accident soak into the padding. She waddled to the front door to grab her shoes.