princesspottypants

Breaking A Habit

Published: September 28th 2020, 2:00:03 pm

A short story/caption commission for an anonymous Patron. Picture property of ABDreams.

"I-I'm really sorry," Carly blushed, tucking her hands under her legs as she sat down in her usual seat at the nail salon. "I really tried..."

"It's all right," Maggie chuckled. "It's perfectly normal... I see plenty of people who do it."

"I know," Carly sighed, fidgeting in her place. "You just always do such a good job, and then I wreck it, and I feel bad..." Slowly, she wiggled her hands free, holding them out for  Maggie to see the damage. 

"It's not that bad," Maggie lied, not even her professionalism enough to completely hide her disgust, at least in Carly's mind. "What do you want this time?" 

"I don't deserve anything!" Carly pouted. "I'm just going to keep biting my nails and destroy whatever you do!"

Maggie looked and her, smiling softly, shaking her head. "Well, Carly... If it bothers you that much... I might have something that can help."

Carly's eyebrows raised, the young woman sitting up taller in her chair. "Really?! Why haven't you done it before, then?!"

"Well..." It was Maggie's turn to squirm now. "It's a little... risky... but if you want to try..."

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It looked, at first, like clear fingernail polish, and Carly assumed that it had either been designed to taste really bad, or just make it that much more obvious the shape her nails were in, after she got nervous and started to chew on them. Maggie hadn't charged her, though, telling her she could pay after she saw if it worked for her or not, so she couldn't complain too much.

Part of her was curious, which almost defeated the whole purpose, making her want to take a little nibble to see what was special about this polish. She curled up on her couch to watch a spooky movie, trying to ignore her urge... Until the movie started to get to her. It wasn't that bad, really, and the monster looked a bit silly, but she was feeling just tense enough that she thought it made for a suitable excuse for one little bite.

Immediately, her heart began to pound louder, her eyes widening as she stared at the screen, the monster that had seemed goofy suddenly far more scary. She looked around, feeling even more anxious to see the darkness outside the windows, realizing how late it had gotten, hearing creaks and groans in her house she normally ignored... With a squeak, she turned the movie off, running to bed and hiding under the covers.

What was more embarrassing, however, was her thumb finding its way into her mouth as she laid there. That had been the habit she'd broken by moving on to biting her nails instead, far more recently than she cared to think about, or would ever have admitted out loud. It didn't do as much damage, she supposed... But it was far more childish. She must have been really scared, she thought, to revert to that!

It was all probably just a coincidence, though... The people who'd made the movie had saved the really scary parts for the end, that was all. And her nightmares about the monster were the only reason she started leaving more lights on at night, and making sure she was safe in her bed much earlier than usual.

She still didn't know what, if anything, the polish did, and, since it didn't look like she had any on, she didn't think much of it... Until a few days later, when she was at a restaurant, looking through the menu as the waitress watched impatiently. "Umm... I-I think I'll have..." Carly mumbled, struggling to make up her mind. She should probably go with a salad, or they had some fish that seemed healthy... She hated that the woman was standing there, hovering over her, making her nervous...

She hardly noticed her thumb moving upwards, her mouth opening, just knew, out of nowhere, that she didn't want any of those gross looking salads, and definitely not fish. "Can I have this?" she pointed at a picture of yummy-looking, deep fried chicken fingers and fries, her tummy rumbling at the very sight of it.

"That's the kids' menu," the waitress glared at her.

"So what?" Carly asked with a pout, and, a little while later, she had her supper, exactly the way she'd wanted it. There was a bit of a damper on her good mood when she got home, and stripped down to get cleaned up for the day, having decided while she ate that a bath sounded more fun than her usual shower, only to discover a wet spot in her panties.

"Uh-oh," she blushed, thumb back in her mouth. "Mommy's gonna be mad..." But that was silly! She was a big girl... Mommy wasn't here! Nobody had to know, although it was still embarrassing. She must have had too many refills of her soda, that was all... Except, that didn't explain why she woke up in a wet bed the next morning.

Or why she kept having more, and bigger, accidents, each one making her suck her thumb more as she tried to deal with it, until, finally, she came up with a solution, one that seemed so natural now, she wasn't sure why it hadn't occurred to her before.

Her clothes were all so dull and dumb, it was hard to cover up the super-cute Pull-Ups she bought for herself with them, since it made it that much harder for her to see the princesses, or keep an eye on whether the designs had faded yet. It was a good thing she had her own office at work, so she could pull her skirt up and stare at them whenever she wanted... She just had to remind herself not to do it when she was at meetings.

Those meetings... They nearly brought her to tears every time. She tried sneaking in coloring books to keep herself entertained, but sometimes she got taken by surprise when she was going out to go change her Pull-Ups in the bathroom, and her secretary asked her why she wasn't at a meeting, and dragged her there. 

That was exactly what happened this time. Carly didn't understand half the words anyone was saying, and all she wanted to do was go get a fresh Pull-Up on, then watch some cartoons on the computer in her office... Bored out of her mind, she found her thumb trailing back up towards her mouth.

She felt all the eyes turn towards her at the loud giggle she let out, after popping her thumb into her mouth. She really didn't mind being the center of attention, though, happily wriggling in her seat, sucking away, paying no mind to the strange, growing, mushy sensation in the seat of her training panties.

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"Carly? Is everything okay?"

Carly knew she wasn't supposed to answer the door for strangers, but, to be honest, she didn't really remember why... And the voice did sound familiar anyway. She toddled up to it, fumbling with it for a moment before managing to get it open, grinning behind her thumb when she saw who it was. "Maggie!" she burbled.

"Carly!" the woman gasped, eyes wide. "What are you doing?!"

Carly shrugged, waddling back towards the living room, where she had her toys and cartoons set up. As usual, none of her clothes had appealed to her that morning, definitely not enough to hide the super cute diapers she'd found, after realizing her Pull-Ups weren't really big enough to handle her accidents, especially now that she was going poopy in them, too. The diapers were so much comfier, and harder to get on and off, there was no reason not to just use them for everything... And, honestly, she hadn't really had an option lately, the state of her diapers taking her by surprise every time she moved and perceived a squish or a squelch, or gave them a curious poke.

"Oh, Carly," Maggie shook her head, following her. The girl turned, thumb in her mouth, happily sucking away. "That polish was supposed to show you how childish biting your nails was... You were supposed to stop after the first couple times! It works whenever it comes in contact with your mouth... I can't even imagine how much is in your system if you've started sucking your thumb instead! I-I'm not sure I know how to reverse this... Come on, sweetie, you need to stop...!"

But Carly was bored now, happy to plop herself down in front of the TV with her dolls in the diaper she felt only then was soggy. In a way, her problem had been solved... She didn't feel the need to chew on her nails anymore. Realizing it was only polite, she clumsily got back to her feet, toddling over to Maggie and giving her a hug. "Thanks, Maggie!" she giggled, a smile crossing her face as she thought of the one big benefit of having a grown-up here. "Change?" she asked, wiggling her bottom with its usual crinkle.

"Yeah," Maggie shook her head. "I guess it's the least I can do, huh? At least you didn't..." The girl stopped on her quest to go fetch the changing supplies on the other side of the room, squatting down, the rear of her diaper ballooning outwards, before starting to move again, showing no sign she'd noticed, or cared. "Well," she sighed, "I guess it serves me right, huh? Looks like we're going to have to start potty training over from the beginning with you..."

"What's that?" Carly asked, sitting down to wait for Maggie to get the changing mat laid out, giggling and bouncing in place, surprised, but hardly bothered, by what she'd done.

"Apparently nothing either of us is going to have to worry about for quite a while," Maggie gave the mat an inviting pat. "Come on... Let's get you cleaned up."