Everyone Wears Diapers Parts 1 & 2

“Ooo I love this part. Everyone wears diapers!” Becky said eagerly. Her fingers tapped the ‘volume up’ button on her laptop.

“Mhmm!” Adriana agreed, leaning in closer on the couch. She didn’t normally stare at the screen as long as Becky did, but her eyes warmed at the sight. Hundreds of pictures of people in diapers flashed on the screen every second. The two zoned out, letting their brains absorb the hyper-normalization.

“Wait.” Adriana said, hitting a mental stop-gap. Her eyes felt dry, she blinked away from the screen. “How long did we just..?” She thought, looking up at the clock. She didn’t know why she even bothered. She hadn’t learned how to read an analog clock yet.

“Shh this part is important.” Becky said, waving her friend away. She was way too loud.

“Should we be… doing this? I thought we said we weren’t going to listen to this any more? We’ve watched almost eight times in the past day?” Becky recalled, Adriana shrugged.

“Who cares? Everyone wears diapers.” Becky said. Adriana felt a mental trigger flood artificial thoughts into her head. Wet diaper fogged her inner monolog. The images hooked deep into her brain-matter. The spikes felt pleasurable. Her eyes fluttered. She started imagining everyone she ever met in life. Her mind tore away their clothes; then replaced them with thick adult diapers. Everyone wore diapers. It meant wearing hers feel a little more normal.

“Me bigger than wou..” Adriana pointed out to Becky. She was wearing a pull-up, while Becky had on a diaper. It only made sense.

“Nu-uhhh… you potty more.” Becky responded; she had caught it out of the corner of her eye. She pointed at the extensive dark puddle underneath her roommate. Adriana gasped. Her pull-up had been leaking for a long time. Adriana peed herself in shock. Her pull-up held none of it. It pooled in warm mushy pull-up then spilled out the sides. She couldn’t recall a single moment she felt the urge to pee. Not just in the past couple hours, but the more she thought of it, she couldn’t find one in her entire life.

She felt embarrassed. She clearly wasn’t potty trained. That supported creeping infantile emotions. Her adult-self-image crumbled. If she couldn’t keep her pants dry, she certainly wasn’t an adult. That line of reasoning echoed, then amplified in her mind.

“Me not potty trained, me baby.” She thought, it made her body feel weak. If she helplessly peed on the couch, then she probably couldn’t control her muscles. Her limbs became jelly. She slithered off the couch, then collapsed onto the ground. Her back felt something underneath it. Her arm hacked beneath her body until she felt it. It was a pacifier. She popped it in immediately.

“Guys what the FUCK!” Holly screamed from across the living room. She had both hands cupping her ears. She ran across the room to Becky. She lifted her left hand away from her ear to close the laptop. Her ear’s caught a soundbite.

“Diapers…” Whispered in Holly’s mind. It felt sticky. It was hard to scrub it away. She pressed the laptop closed and snatched it from Becky’s lap. Neither of the two seemed to care. Their eye’s glazed over from the raging babyish bliss blanketing their minds.

“We said we were DONE! God damnit Becky, this is so fucked. You never should have listened to it in the first place.” Holly yelled, but only got babyish murmurs in response. Holly rolled her eyes, “You guys should be back to normal in a day. God, IDIOTS! HAVE SOME WILLPOWER!” Holly exclaimed, voicing her frustration.

“momma yewlling.” Was all that went though Adriana’s mind. Becky didn’t even know who was talking.

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“I- I should… stop…..” Holly thought, it was hard to get those thoughts through. Her brain felt dense and tired. She tried moving her eyeballs away from the screen, the most she could muster was a twitch. She was able to close her mouth for a moment to suck in some of the excess drool that was spilling out. She couldn’t stop her lips from relaxing immediately after.

Her hips were pressed into the floor. She rubbed up and down to the perfect rhythm. It made it easier to accept the fact she was under.

“I not baby. I don’ wear” She tried thinking; a red X appeared in her mind. ‘Everyone wears diapers.’ Cascaded down the walls of her skull. It pushed the rational thought out. Her mind repeated the phrase over and over again.

“Everyone wears diapers, everyone wears diapers, everyone wears..” Holly said out loud. Repeating it through speech made it infect more of her brain. She still tried to resist. She tried supplying contradicting evidence. She remembered the first time a boy kissed her at a high school dance. She wasn’t wearing her dress, nor did he have his suit. They were wearing onesies. The buttons of hers had popped open because her diaper was too wet to hold up anymore. His diaper sagged between his legs. Everyone’s diaper was sagging. The entire room wasn’t potty trained.

Nobody in her life was potty trained. The meeting she had with her boss about her waning attendance last week, they had on diapers. The first time she got engaged. She proposed with a pacifier, then they went home and slept on piles of diapers. Her mom told her when she was little that no one ever made it. That’s why they were both still wearing diapers.

“Ugnnn..” She groaned, feeling her body push automatically. She helplessly gushed another round of pee into her soaked diaper. Her diaper warmed. The leak guards barely held it all in. The inside of her thighs always felt like they were on the verge of leaking. Everyone’s thighs felt that way, because everybody wore diapers.

The video stopped, but the images were still playing in her brain. They flipped endlessly. Any memory that randomly surfaced, it was painted over with diapers. It felt good. Holly felt happy.

She maintained that ditsy smile on her face as she stumbled into the hallway. Her legs collapsed a few steps later. She started to crawl. Moving like that in a diaper was the only way people moved. Her diaper sagged and dripped under the new weight of gravity. Her butt swayed side to side with each churn of the leg. Eventually she whimsically found her way into the living room.

“Meed-gada!” She expressed happily to her playmates. It smelled like a public restroom. That was normal, everyone smelled like that. The three ‘played’ together by drooling and babbling. They never stopped looking when they crawled over one another. The huge flatscreen played the video on loop. It was okay. There was nothing wrong with that. Everyone watched this video.

Because everyone wears diapers.