Published: September 12th 2020, 2:00:03 pm
Another one-off story commission from Mashugana.
Greyson did his best not to let his anxiety get the best of him as he brushed his teeth, even though he could feel his heart thumping away in his chest, louder and louder, as he got closer and closer to bedtime. It was strange... He'd used to enjoy sleeping, looked forward to being able to climb into bed and snuggle up under the blankets... But everything had changed after... it... had started to happen.
He spit out the last of his toothpaste suds, rinsing off his brush before setting it into its holder, then used the bathroom one last time, to be safe. He stepped out of the bathroom, straight into his bedroom, where the covers were folded back, waiting for him ominously.
After years of living in a dorm, and then a couple more with roommates in a house with only one communal bathroom, it seemed odd to him to sleep naked, despite being in his own place now, with a bathroom attached to his bedroom. He was used to feeling nervous about any late-night trips he'd have to make, and having to wake up enough to pull something on so he didn't run into anyone out in the hall while in the nude. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, from what he'd been told, but that wouldn't make those encounters any less awkward.
He hadn't transitioned to accepting that he could do that now, without any worry, before his little issue had started. It still felt odd, getting into bed with nothing on, although he knew it was just easier this way... Besides, he was running out of pajamas.
"Hey, Google," he said, gulping as he pulled the covers into place over his body, "Turn off the bedroom light."
There was a chime, and the light faded out, leaving him in the darkness of night, only faint moonlight streaming in through his window to interrupt it. He wriggled in place, praying that this would be the night it stopped, that it was finally over, as, slowly, his fear and anxiety waned enough to let him drift off.
As soon as he woke up, he could tell it had happened again. He groaned, squirming under the blankets, not wanting to open them up again, to see the damage, but well aware that waiting would do him no good, that he should just rip the Band-Aid off. He could still remember, clearly, the first night it had happened, how he had been certain it was a joke, a prank of some kind, had stomped around the house searching for some sign that one of his friends had broken in, then waited around all day for a text, or something, a confession that never came.
At this point, like it or not, it was pretty obvious there was more to it than that. Nobody had ever claimed responsibility, or said anything about it at all, yet it had happened every night since then. He wasn't sure what to do, who he could talk to about it... It was far too embarrassing to bring up to any of his friends, no matter how clear it was that he needed some sort of help, although he doubted it was a kind they could provide anyway.
It had only happened in this house... However, he'd also only slept here since it had started. Part of him wanted to try staying over at a hotel for a night, to see if that stopped it, and, more than once, he'd run into a girl at a bar, and been invited over to her place... He'd always been too nervous to try it, though, terrified of waking up like this there. Other than the humiliation of it, it would also confirm his fears that this had more to do with him than his house.
With a sigh, he decided he'd stalled long enough, whisking his covers off, already wincing before he could see what was waiting beneath them. He blushed immediately, mortified, somehow still shocked at how bad it was, no matter how many times he had been through it.
Today, he thought, was especially bad. It was always something different, something new, and he was pretty used to the color pink, but this time around, that was all of it. He was in a super frilly dress that looked like it could have belonged to a princess, though only a very immodest one, as the skirt stopped just past his waist, revealing a pair of thick, cotton tights beneath it. And, below those, as always, straining against the fabric, was an incredibly bulky plastic diaper, one that crinkled and crackled with his every move. Wrinkling his nose, he peeled the waistband of the tights back, confirming that, of course, the diaper was also pink, with a pair of cartoon kittens playing with a ball of string on the landing strip for the tapes.
To cap it all off, there were a pair of pink booties on his feet. They looked normal enough at first glance, and he'd already woken up in several pairs of them, but when he went to stand up, he discovered how wrong that assessment was. "Ouch!" he gasped, feeling rows of spikes digging into the soles of his feet, immediately sending him plopping back down onto his bed with a loud crinkle. "What the hell?!"
He lifted one leg, resting his foot on his other knee to examine the garments more closely. He could see now that they were a bit thicker, and poking at them, he could feel the spikes in that extra area, though, like this, without any weight on them, the inside of the booties felt soft and safe. His cheeks began to match his outfit again as it dawned on him what these were for. They were designed to force him to crawl, to get around on all fours, his padded diaper fully visible under the tiny dress, like a little baby.
He wasn't about to let himself be reduced to that, so he gave them a tug, trying to pull them off, only to discover their other secret. They refused to budge, fastened tight around his ankle with a heavy strap that was locked into place with a black circle. No matter how hard he pulled on it, it wouldn't come off, wouldn't loosen.
"No way," Greyson shook his head, trying again. By now, he hadn't thought he could come up against anything new... Clearly, he was wrong. He had to do something, to find a way to get these off, or he was going to have to call in sick from work. He could get the dress off, and the diaper, but the tights and booties were stuck on, unless he could figure out how to defeat them, and there was no way his shoes would fit over them... And, of course, even if he could, he'd have to spend the day crawling, which would be harder to explain than why he had on a pair of pink booties.
There had to be something he could do... But he couldn't imagine what, in his bedroom, could help with it. Even though he'd just told himself he wasn't going to debase himself this way, he carefully lowered himself onto the floor, onto his knees, falling forward onto his hands. Across the room, he caught a look at himself in the mirror, blushing at the pitiful sight he made.
It was a whole new perspective, seeing his house like this. He'd thought it would be easy, keeping an eye out for something, anything, that he could use to get these booties off, but all he could really get a good view of was the floor, and some table legs. He decided he needed to stop at the guest room first, to get rid of the worst of this outfit, to help him think more clearly without the bulk of the diaper between his legs, rustling away with his every move.
This was, probably, the weirdest part about the whole ordeal... He didn't want these things, hated waking up in them every morning, but he also couldn't quite bring himself to throw them away. There was probably something else he could do with them, something useful, and less wasteful, although he hadn't been able to think of what that might be.
If he was being honest with himself, there was something about opening up the closet, seeing all those onesies, and tutus, and dresses, and everything else, all hung up, girly and infantile, that made him feel... he wasn't sure what... deep inside. He told himself there were too many now, that they wouldn't fit into his trash can, that he didn't want to risk anyone, even the garbagemen, catching a glimpse of them, but he couldn't say, for certain, that was the only reason he didn't do it.
The closet, it turned out, was already open. Had he forgotten to shut it the morning before? He tried to be careful about it, just in case someone came over, not wanting to keep the room's door shut and invite questions that way, and also definitely not wanting them to see inside the closet, but sometimes, if he was in a rush, and woke up in a particularly complicated outfit to get out of, things slipped through the cracks.
He wasn't so sure this time, however, once he noticed that something had changed. There were so many outfits hung up, so many pairs of shoes - from booties, to Mary Janes, to sneakers with Velcro instead of laces, and beyond - on the floor that he doubted he would have noticed if any had appeared, or vanished, or moved... On the back of the closet door, though, was a coat hook, one he had never had any reason to use.
Now, there was something dangling off of it, on a silver chain. He wasn't sure what it was at first, or why it had appeared there, instead of on him, like everything else. The object itself was red, except for the bottom, which was black, with a loop on top, which the chain was wound through, leading to its round, flat underside. He frowned, staring up at it, confused... Until he realized it was the same size as the things on his booties.
That seemed like far too big of a coincidence, so he reached for it, only to have his arms come up short. He sat up, trying again, but it was still too high. He groaned, wincing and bracing himself, climbing to his feet, having to brave the pain for a moment as he snatched the chain, stumbling back onto the bed, sitting down and lifting his foot up, holding his breath as he lowered the red object down onto it.
Immediately, he felt the two connect, pulling towards one another; he was right! He gave a tug, and, finally, he was free, the black circle lifting off, allowing him to remove the strap, and the bootie, before he moved on to the other foot. Quickly, he undressed the rest of the way, hanging up the dress, putting the tights and the diaper into their respective drawers in the guest room's dresser, and hurried his way to the shower to get cleaned up and ready for work.
This was crazy... It always had been, obviously, but this new twist made it far worse, and more worrying. It was one thing to know that he was going to wake up, diapered and dressed like a two year old girl... Potentially being stuck in those clothes added a completely different dimension to it all. Was whatever was happening to him evolving? He'd never actually used any of the diapers - which was why he had them all folded up, waiting in the dresser, although, for what, he had no idea - however, this morning, thanks to all the extra trouble, he'd gotten somewhat close... If he hadn't found the key, would he have been willing to pee his pants, to avoid having to stand up long enough to use the toilet?
He shuddered at the thought of lowering himself to that level, even if that seemed to be what the house, or curse, or whatever was doing this, wanted. It probably wasn't all that bad... Was it? He'd be lying if he claimed he'd never been curious, after all those mornings waking up in diapers, but he'd never been brave enough to do anything about it, to give it a shot... And yet, he also hadn't thrown any of the diapers away.
That night, he knew he had to do something to try to defend himself. He put the red key on his bedside table, easily within his grasp, just in case, but that was merely a precaution; he needed to do more if he wanted to put a stop to this all. After his usual nightly ritual of brushing his teeth, and using the toilet, he walked to the guest room, pulled open the drawer.
"Am I really going to do this?" he wondered out loud, staring down at all the diapers, in seemingly every color of the rainbow. It was only the tip of the iceberg, too... There were five drawers in the dresser, one of which had a variety of frilly socks and tights, the rest filled with even more diapers. He wasn't sure what he was going to do when this one reached capacity... He'd hoped that maybe it would end at that point, but there was no real reason to suspect that was true. Would he start putting them into his own dresser, alongside his underwear? The very thought made his skin crawl, his cheeks flush.
After some consideration, he decided on the plainest, most boring diaper there. It was white, with no decoration, no fancy patterns, not even a wetness indicator... In some ways, that made it feel all the more babyish. Was it going to be good enough? Would the curse be satisfied with this choice? It had given it to him in the first place, so surely it was fine now...
He was an only child, and had never been interested in babysitting, so he'd had to look up some tutorials on Youtube about how to diaper someone, then translate them into how to do it to himself. The end result was a bit messy, and not nearly as snug or tight as how he woke up every morning, but it was on, and seemed reasonably secure.
Of course, there was no way a diaper by itself was going to satisfy whatever was behind this, so he had to go to the closet as well. Ever since he'd come up with the plan, he'd been trying to decide what to choose, what he could bear to put on, and try to go to sleep in. He'd considered one of the onesies, since there were some that were nearly as plain as the diaper he'd picked out, but he rarely woke up in just those... Usually, there were knee-high socks, and sneakers, as if that outfit were something he could leave the house in, despite the diaper peeking out from the legbands, incredibly obvious to anyone who looked at him...
Even if none of the shoes had left the house, or gone any further than the distance from his bedroom to the guest room - if he didn't undress in his room first - he didn't want to sleep in them. He definitely wasn't going to go with a dress, or a shirt and skirt... Really, there was only one good option for him, since he'd ruled out onesies.
There were several footed sleepers for him to choose from, most with Disney princesses on them, or hoods with cat ears and tails attached to the seats. He did have a couple plain ones, however, and he went with the one that was a light purple, climbing into it and zipping it up, toddling back to his room and doing his best to avoid looking at his reflection, thinking about how silly he looked, having padded himself up, dressed up like a little kid getting ready for bed.
This had to do it, though... If he was already wearing the clothes, he wouldn't wake up in something different... Or, if he did, at least that was one less outfit he'd have to keep in the closet; he'd much rather have these things vanish than all the pajamas he'd lost before he started sleeping naked.
He tossed and turned for a while, not used to the thickness of his diaper on this end of his slumber. He was already fast asleep when they showed up, normally, and by then, his body thought nothing of it... Now, it felt so big and bulky between his legs, and warm... This was also, he realized, the longest he'd ever worn one, at least knowingly.
Finally, he managed to drift off, curious to see how this experiment was going to pay off, in the end, if this had been worth it. Immediately, when he woke up, he knew that it hadn't. He could still feel the fuzzy sleep around his feet, and up to his wrists, so that part had worked, apparently... But there was definitely something wrong with his diaper.
It was so huge, he could see the bulge beneath his blankets, an almost comically large lump in the center of his bed. Just like with the booties the previous morning, there was no way he could walk in these... He could barely get the sleeper's zipper down over it. When he did, however, he was greeted by another unfamiliar sight.
It was pink - of course - and made out of thick canvas, straps pulled tight from either side of his waist, and up over his crotch, meeting in the center in a magnetic lock, like the booties had the day before. "Ha!" he smirked, reaching over for the key, glad he'd prepared himself for this...
But the key wasn't there. "No!" his tone quickly changed as he turned towards his bedside table, then looked at the floor around it to see if he'd knocked it off in his sleep. "Oh, no, no..."
It was gone. Frantically, he got to his feet, immediately stumbling and falling forward, exactly as he'd feared, forced to crawl once more, this time much slower, the bulk of the humongous diaper far too much to even do that normally. He went straight to the guest room, where the closet door was open... But the key wasn't on the coat hook.
"No!" It would have been a challenge to get it down anyway, but if he opened the door all the way, to where it was against the wall, he could probably have used it to support himself at least long enough to grab the key... Now?
"What am I gonna do?!" he flopped down onto the floor, both his hands resting on the front of the giant diaper, barely able to feel the pressure of them inside the layers of padding, no matter how hard he pressed... And that was going to be a big problem. This was, already, about as long as he'd ever stayed in the outfits he woke up in... And he could feel his bladder starting to ache, ready for his usual morning pee.
He couldn't get the diaper cover off, couldn't push his legs together, couldn't do anything to help stave off the growing need. Nervously, he looked around the room, searching for the key, then, when he didn't spot it, crawled back out into the hallway, heart hammering away in his chest, not knowing where else to search. It could be anywhere at this point...
He crawled through the whole house, feeling his bladder filling up more and more, his limited viewpoint showing him nothing useful. "It has to be here," he told himself as he crept desperately through the house. "I-It has to be..."
At last, when he was almost ready to believe he was wrong, he collapsed onto the floor of his living room, tears filling his eyes, staring up, trying to brace himself for the coming humiliation... When he finally saw the key. There it was, right above him, the chain looped around one of the blades of the ceiling fan.
He was relieved, at first, until he had to wonder how he was going to get it down. There was a yardstick in his pantry, which was probably the longest thing he had that might allow him to push the key off... But, without being able to stand, it was nowhere near long enough. He started to lose hope again, before the obvious answer hit him.
It was simple, really... He crawled over to the wall, climbed up it, and turned the fan on, scrambling over to where the key landed once the blades began turning fast enough to throw it off. He was frantic by that point, fumbling with the lock a few times before he managed to get it off, clambering out of the sleeper and diaper cover, then starting in on the diaper.
Except, as he should have expected by the size of it, it wasn't just one diaper. It was layer after layer, each with several tapes to undo, every one of those tapes a challenge thanks to his shaking fingers, and a bladder that was about to explode...
He almost made it; he was on the final layer, the one he'd taped onto himself, when his body gave in. He gasped, eyes growing wide as he felt a sudden burst of warmth spreading throughout the inside of the diaper, the padding growing soft and squishy, the plain white plastic easily showing the growing stain from the outside as well, making it clear exactly what he was doing. After all this time, he had lost... He was wetting his diaper.
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He couldn't go to work that day... He would have been late anyway, so he called in, took his time to get cleaned up, to go back to the living room and clear up the mess he'd left. He had no choice this time, other than to throw away the innermost diaper, tossing it into the garbage can under the sink in his bathroom for now. He wanted to do the same with all the others, but the garbage didn't get collected for a few more days, and there were so many, they'd fill up every garbage can in his house.
Feeling sorry for himself, he spent the rest of the day laying on his couch, watching TV, until, as it started to get dark out, he moved to his back yard, sitting at the edge of his firepit, drinking beer, contemplating what he was going to do that night. Clearly, there was no escaping this... Maybe he should try the hotel theory after all, to get an idea of whether moving would solve it...
"Hey," he turned to see his neighbor walking over, giving him a wave. He hadn't seen her - or any of his neighbors - much, but he was pretty certain her name was Kelsey, and that she was single. "Mind if I join you? I saw you over here by yourself, and... Well, I didn't have anything else to do tonight, and it seemed like you might need some company."
"Sure," he said, sliding over. "Beer?"
He didn't know why he did it, exactly... It was risky, getting involved with someone who lived so close, even without everything that had been happening at his house. If anything, he blamed it on what had happened that morning, on wanting to feel like an adult again, after having peed his diaper like a little baby.
He tried to go to her house instead, but she insisted she wanted to see the inside of his place, that she'd been curious about what he'd done with it ever since he'd moved in. He wasn't sure what to think about the situation, what would happen if he woke up with someone else in his bed, too, if that would break the curse, or if he'd have to come up with an explanation as to why they were both in diapers the next morning... He'd decided he would do his best to stay awake through the night, if he could, when he realized how drunk Kelsey really was. Rough day or not, there was no way he could let anything happen between them like this.
"Why don't you let me take you back to your house?" he asked.
"No!" she whined. "I wanna stay here!"
With some coaxing, he managed to convince her to sleep in the guest room, where, of course, he had forgotten to close the closet door. "Do you have a baby?" she giggled, seeing the clothes inside. "Are you a daddy?"
"N-Not quite," he blushed, closing the door, helping her get her shoes off and into bed.
He was still determined not to fall asleep; thankfully, it was Friday, so he could get some rest in the morning, once she was gone. He went to the living room instead of his bedroom, turned on the TV, and, in a matter of minutes, was fast asleep.
He already knew the curse wasn't limited to his bedroom, since, of course, the first thing he had tried was sleeping anywhere else in the house he could. He had hoped that it would be happy with him having given in and wet his pants, or would take pity on him now that he had a guest over.
Neither of those happened. He woke up in a pink crop top, a heart in the center of the chest lined in lace, declaring him a 'Baby Girl', with a diaper locked on with a cover like the previous morning, white ankle socks on his feet beneath locking booties, mittens around his wrists, locked into place with the same mechanism as the other two, and a pacifier gag firmly lodged in his mouth.
These booties also had spikes in them, forcing him to crawl once more, desperate to find the key, wondering if he could get the mittens unlocked on his own even if he had it, praying Kelsey had woken up early and left without seeing him...
But, of course, none of that was true. When he'd exhausted all other options, he had to go back to the guest room, where he found her, still asleep, the closet door open again, the coat hook empty... Because, as he saw, to his horror, the chain with the key on it was around Kelsey's neck.
He whimpered, pushing a mittened hand to his crotch in desperation. It was risky, but he had to get that key now, do his best to use it, or else he was going to have another accident, and, if he had to get Kelsey's help to escape all this, it would be far harder to explain. Carefully, slowly, he crawled up onto the bed, wincing at the sound of the springs compressing under his weight, reaching out...
As soon as her eyes opened, he lost the battle, his cheeks starting to glow as he felt the trickle begin in his pants, felt the padding begin to swell around him, hoping she couldn't hear the stream...
"Oh," she said sleepily, smiling over at him, "Look at you... Aren't you precious? That was silly of me, huh? To think you were the daddy? Clearly, you're just the baby..."
He shook his head, blush deepening as she reached over, sliding a finger into the legband of his diaper cover. "There's no point lying," she chastised him. "I'm not mad... On the contrary... When this house went up for sale, I wished so hard that, somehow, someone who was into the same stuff I was would move in.... I thought it was a long shot, and yet, here you are, dressed like that, with that whole closet full of clothes... I guess you were waiting for me, too, weren't you? To be honest, I was hoping it would be another woman, but this might be even more fun..."
She leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, the key swinging forward, finally catching her attention. "What's this?" she reached up, lifting it up to look at it. "Wow... You already trust me that much? That's so sweet! You must really need someone to look after you..."
He blushed, started to shake his head, but he knew there was no point... It was only a matter of time before she found his dresser full of diapers, and she'd already seen the closet... How else was he going to explain all of those, as well as what he was wearing? He barely believed the truth himself; why would she?!
And... If he was being honest, he wasn't sure it would be all that bad, anyway. It was embarrassing to wet himself, of course... But he couldn't exactly say that he hated the feeling, now that it was done, that soft squishiness... Maybe this was all for the best. Maybe he was meant to end up here, with her....
Or, maybe, this was all a part of the curse, moving on from changing his wardrobe to changing his mind, transforming him into the baby girl it had been dressing him as for so long... If that was the case, though, it really didn't matter; he already knew he was no match for it, so there was no point fighting it. Either way, it looked like he was going to be Kelsey's baby girl, so he might as well enjoy it, whether it was actually his choice or not.