Catharsis - Chapter 4 posted (1-30-15)
Things went pretty well after the event of Natalie getting changed. Everyone got in their pajamas: Natalie had a nightshirt with Tinkerbell on the front, Emily’s had Belle from Beauty and the Beast, Chloe’s had One Direction, a boy band, on it, and Lucy and Riley had regular pajamas, with a heart design and bunny print on them, respectively.
The movie was over and, once more, there were arguments about what to do. Riley proposed that they play “truth or dare,” Chloe wanted to wanted to listen to music, Lucy put in a request for, just maybe, checking out Chloe’s toys, but had quickly let it drop when Chloe mentioned she’d put most of her “baby toys” in the attic. Emily sided with Chloe just to keep things even and Natalie sat quietly, trying to ensure she didn’t draw more attention than necessary. As they bickered she couldn’t help but wish she’d brought a book.
Finally, they all agreed snacks were in order and, as such, put off the substance of their debate until the issue of dessert was resolved. As the girls went into the kitchen, Natalie trailed behind, placing a hand on the hallway wall as she squatted slightly, her face tensing as she felt her rectum relax and the first sponge-like mess push its way into her waiting diaper. Dairy didn’t always agree with her and the cheese pizza had brought about one of those messes.
It felt nice, Natalie considered, alone in her thoughts in the quiet hallway as the girls went ahead. It needed to happen but, still, Natalie wished she wasn’t doing it. Regardless of how the girls had dealt with her wet diaper she knew poopy ones were a different thing entirely. The deed was done now; if only she could signal Emily before the other girls noticed.
“I think she’s pooping…” Lucy whispered excitedly, the last to exit the hall. The girls expressions turned to glee as they began whispering to each other. Natalie didn’t hear Lucy herself, but Natalie did hear the sudden cessation of conversation, or rather, the ensuing silence.
Emily groaned inwardly. She hated Natalie’s poopy diapers, it could take forever to clean up depending on how messy she was. Natalie couldn’t even wipe herself completely for those; she couldn’t see her own butt after all. She was angry Natalie hadn’t pooped before they left. It didn’t matter that Natalie’s eliminations seemed largely random, to Emily it felt like Natalie had done this on purpose. She gritted her teeth, incredibly worried about what her friends were thinking.
Natalie finished walked down the hall, feeling the load in her diaper swaying slightly under her, the smell emanating heavily, beneath her pajama bottoms as she reached the kitchen as few moments after the other girls. They had already formed a huddle, which broke as they saw she’d entered the kitchen. Natalie blushed involuntarily as they stared at her.
“It smells like poop.” Chloe announced harshly. Natalie gulped.
“We all know you pooped your diaper.” Riley challenged, as Natalie sheepishly moved from foot to foot. “You really are a baby, huh?”
Emily kept a blank expression. She wasn’t sure what to do. If she stopped Chloe and Riley this time, she was going to have to help Natalie with a nasty, poopy diaper. If she let them torture her sister, then Natalie would probably demand to go home and Emily would get dragged back along with her. She sighed, considering which was worse: poopy diapers or being stuck home tonight.
“I am not.” Natalie replied, hurt. Tears started slipping at her eyes more from Riley’s tone than the words. She looked to Emily but her sister was just staring off in the distance like a statute. She squeaked, looking to Emily.
“Can you help me,” Natalie pleaded, her voice tiny, to her sister.
“Can you help me,” Riley and Chloe intoned, squeaking and patting their butts for emphasis.
Natalie shivered in horror. This was exactly what she was worried about. Her lip quivered as she stood, surrounded by girls, in a soiled diaper. “I wanna go home…” she said, quietly, to Emily.
“I wanna go home.” Riley and Chloe continued, dancing around her and holding their noses. Natalie shook with impotent rage and pain at their mockery. Emily took a deep breath, willing herself to not take a position. Lucy stared in interest but didn’t join in other than to give smiles when Riley and Chloe mocked Natalie. Natalie was used to torture; she was expecting it. It didn’t make the actual mockery any easier to handle. She was here by choice, not force like at school. That fact made her break all the more quickly.
“I WANT TO GO HOME.” Natalie screamed in anguish as she ran off to find a phone. The girls jeering at her as she ran, the load in Natalie’s diaper bouncing around as she ran, making her cry all the harder.
She found a phone in the living room quickly but there was already a teenage girl and two boys waiting for her.
“What the fuck’s going on?” The girl asked. A dank smell of something hung around the three teens, Natalie sneezed involuntarily, looking up. The boys wore faded t-shirts with rock bands, and Chloe’s older sister, Brooke, had her hair dyed partially pink. Bracelets cascaded down her arms and her tight t-shirt and jeans gave her a sultry look. The three looked very different from the kind of people Natalie was used to hanging out with. Still, they were the authorities here.
“They’re making fun of me; I wanna go home.” Natalie said pathetically.
“Did you shit yourself?” One of the guys asked, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
“I wear diapers,” Natalie explaining, her voice was extraordinarily high and desperate. She stopped crying from shock as the harshness of the teen’s words. The question of whether she “shit herself” still settling in. She wasn’t used to be talked to like that from grown-ups.
“Fuck; why’d the hell Chloe invite you then?” Brooke asked rubbing her forehead.
“Dammit, Brooke.” The boy continued sourly. “You said the little shits could watch themselves. I didn’t come here to be a fucking babysitter.”
“Whatever,” The other boy said, hazily, from his reclining position on the couch. “I’ve got a baby brother; I can change a shitty diaper, it ain’t no big thang.”
“I don’t want to be changed.” Natalie replied unhappily. “I want to go home. They were all making fun of me.”
As if on cue, the girls wandered nonchalantly into the room, trying to appraise the situation now that Brooke and her guys were involved.
“Well, look.” Brooke said, “You little fuckers can’t play nice for one fucking evening.”
“It’s her fault!” Chloe stammered, “she pooped!”
“Did you know she wore diapers?” Brooke asked coldly. Chloe nodded. “Then fucking shut up. You don’t invite a kid over then make fun of her. If her parents come, they’re going to want to talk to our mom. But mom’s not fucking here, is she? So they’re going to want to talk to me. I’m high as fuck; I don’t want to talk to fucking parents. The deal was you could have your shitty little friends over if you didn’t harsh my buzz.”
“I’m sorry,” Chloe said, whining, as Brooke glared at her, continuing.
“Besides, if that happens, then our parents are going to find out you had friends over. Then our parents are going to ask why I let you have friends. And you’re going be a little spore and admit it was cause I had guys over. Then –I’m– fucking grounded.” Brooke continued harshly. All the kids were silent as the teenaged, somewhat scary looking girl dressed-down her little sister. Finally, Brooke turned to Natalie.
“Kid, what’dya these others have to do so you’d be willing to stay?” Brooke asked calmly. “And to not mention this shit to your parents.”
“I dunno…” Natalie said, confused and upset that everyone was looking at her now. Especially since she was still in a poopy diaper. She hiccupped in worry. “I just want to go home.”
“Fuck!” The first boy said, annoyed.
“Calm down, asshat,” The second boy replied. “What if we made all your little friends wear diapers too? Then would it be okay? No one gets made fun of then, right?”
Natalie nodded slowly. It seemed to make sense somehow.
“Okay, you twerps.” The second boy said, cracking his neck and sitting up off the couch. “You’re all wearing diapers the rest of this weekend or I’ll tell all your parents about what you did to this poor kid. They’ll all probably be pissed as hell. Plus, you’ll have to go home tonight. Brooke, you okay with this?”
“I don’t give a shit Paul,” Brooke said annoyed. “You wanna deal with them, deal with them. Come on Rob, I need another j now.”
Brooke and Rob left in disbelief as the quintet of girls stood in shock across from Paul. The stood warily, even Natalie, who had no idea what to expect.
“How many diapers did you bring?” Paul asked Natalie.
“Like, a pack,” Natalie offered quietly.
“Alright, we’re hitting the store then.” Paul said. “I’m going to change her, go to the store, and come back with some diapers.” Paul said, addressing the un-diapered four. “Until then, not a single 'nother fight? Got it?” The girls nodded as Paul gently pressed his hand onto Natalie’s back. He led the girl to the bathroom.
“Shit, I’m high.” He said, splashing his face as he locked the door. “I’ll get you changed, just give me a sec to straighten myself out.”
Natalie stood silently next to the boy rinsing his face. He had a rugged appearance: stubble, messy and short black hair, an held odor of strong deodorant and whatever that weird smell earlier had been. His face dried, he flashed Natalie a sympathetic smile.
“Why’re you helping me?” Natalie said, still shocked by the turn of events; shocked that some teenage boy would take pity on her. He had to be almost a grown-up. The boy took on a more serious, dour look as she asked him.
“Don’t you breathe a fucking word of this. It’s a secret, okay?” Paul said, turning back away from her as Natalie nodded in quiet submission. “I shit my pants until I was eleven. I got made fun of every damn day. When I got better, my parents moved to a new city just so I could be a normal kid. I know how it is; I felt bad for you.”
“So, you were like me?” Natalie asked hopefully.
“Don’t you dare tell anyone.” Paul hissed. His intensity scared her a little.
“Okay,” Natalie promised again.
“Let’s do this, then. Bottoms off, okay?” Paul requested. Natalie nodded, removing her pajama bottoms as Paul walked over. He expertly un-taped the diaper and scrapped the poop off her bottom with the back of it. A few flushes and chunks of toilet paper later, Natalie was pretty much clean. Paul grabbed a washcloth from beside the sink and wiped her a little more thoroughly. Afterwards, he rinsed the washcloth until he was sure it was clean.
“Okay,” He said, making sure she was pretty much clean. “Go put on a fresh diaper and your clothes; let’s go grab some diapers for your friends.”
“I’m not really good with the tapes…” Natalie said, finding herself even more embarrassed.
“Fine, bring one here then.” Paul replied with a sigh but still more kindly than she expected.
Natalie nodded and ran back to the living room where the four girls were talking quietly on the couch. Chloe and Riley fancied to glare at her but Natalie said nothing as she grabbed a diaper and her clothes ran back to the bathroom. Paul helped her get the new diaper on and Natalie started to put her clothes on while Paul said he was going to get ready to go.
By the time Natalie was finished, Paul was already revving the car in the driveway. It was an new Kia, nothing like the fancy SUV in the driveway next to it but a nice car for a teenager. Natalie hopped in the passenger seat, buckled the seat belt, and Paul backed out of the driveway carefully, with that exacting focus of someone who worried they should not be driving in the first place.
They reached the Walmart quickly and, once the car was parked and Paul could divert his focus, he managed to be a little more friendly to Natalie, starting a conversation. They walked together through the huge parking lot; Natalie felt very grown-up being out in public without parents. Maybe, she wondered, Paul looked like her boyfriend.
“It must suck at school, huh.” Paul said as he grabbed the cart.
“Yeah, I have to get changed in the special Ed room.” Natalie said sadly.
“You think that’s bad.” Paul replied. “I had to go to class in the Special Ed room.”
“That’s not fair.” Natalie replied.
“I know, right?” Paul said, pissed. “Fucking school. Fuck them.”
Natalie was starting to feel much better as they walked into the Walmart. Paul was the coolest person she’d ever met. He’d been just like her and now he was a teenager with friends. Maybe she could have friends too; maybe she’d get better like he did. Paul’s strides were long and she was practically jogging to keep up with his fast pace.
“You wanna ride?” Paul asked, chuckling.
“I’m not a little kid.” Natalie replied; suddenly wanting him to think she was mature.
“I know,” Paul shrugged. “That doesn’t mean it’s not fun.”
Without waiting for a response, he stopped the cart, grabbed her under her armpits and lifted her into the cart. Natalie just froze, then giggled at being picked up once he had set her down safely. She had decided she liked this boy even if he was a little scary. Well, she certainly wouldn’t look like his girlfriend now, Natalie thought, as she blushed at being pushing around in a shopping cart at twelve.
They went into the baby aisle finally, Paul asking what diapers he should buy for her friends.
“They’re not really my friends; they’re my sister’s friends.” Natalie said sadly.
“Yeah, I was wondering about that.” Paul said. “So, what diapers do you want to buy for those punks?”
“The ones with the Seasame Street characters!” Natalie replied, seeing the ridiculously babyish diapers. Her parents had switched her to small Attends when she’d turned eight, which she had appreciated. Even if Pampers still fit, she despised characters printed on her diapers. Plain, white diapers had been find with her. Paul grabbed a larger box of Pampers Size 7 Cruisers off the shelf as she requested, setting them in the cart in Natalie’s lap.
“Do we need anything else for them?” Paul thought aloud.
“You should make them be babies.” Natalie said, emboldened by Paul’s support. “Make them use pacifiers and eat baby food!”
“We can’t go so far that they flip out like you did…” Paul mused as Natalie bit her lip in disappointment. “Or can we?” He added finally.
Paul considered a plan as they began gathering supplies. Agreeing with Natalie he pushed baby food, wipes, pacifiers, rash cream, and some baby toys into the cart. Next they went to the clothing section and Natalie picked out an outfit for each of the other girls at Natalie’s decision.
Natalie was starting to get the idea of Paul’s plan as they purchased supplies. Soon there was scheming and Natalie smiled at the dastardly nature of her new friend’s mind. Still, one thing was worrying her.
“This is gonna cost a lot of money, right?” Natalie asked, getting concerned.
“Whatever; my parents make bank.” Paul replied, shrugging. Everything loaded up, the conspiring duo headed towards the checkout counter, Paul casually removing the charge card his parents had gotten him from his wallet. The purchases paid for, the duo headed back out to the parking lot.
Natalie was nervous but she felt a lot more in control as they discussed how they were going to handle things when they got back. At first, she just wanted to be a part of a group. With Paul onboard, somehow, he was convincing her to turn the tables in a way she hadn’t even initially desired. Either way, Natalie no longer wanted to go home yet.