Prampharm. By: Long_Rifle
You can blame this in Ryan Rabbit. It’s based on an idea he gave me while trying to bait me with art. It started out as a simple piece of filler. He wanted me to get back to writing, and I told him to have carnal relations with hisself. After swift negotiations he started drawing. And I started writing. Two weeks later I have a NOVEL. And several pieces of related arts. (I think this is my first story that qualifies as a novel as well, it’s kind of exciting)
I wrote this as if it was my last story ever. I tried to do right by the reader. It contains: mental regression, mind changes, inanimate TF, animal TF, diaper TF, male to female TF, sexual encounters, vulgar language, and the kind of ending you get in the
real world. Honestly this one bends on horror. It’s dark. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but if you like dark stories, then this one may be for you.
Job hunting is never easy. Especially when you’re a college drop out. Now toss in your well meaning friend and it gets even harder. In small towns jobs are hard enough to come by, and when everyone knows you’re not exactly the hard working type you start to look outside the box. Trisha had finally reached that point last night when she had been laughed at when she tried to apply for a burger flipping job. She had already stopped applying along side her friend two weeks prior, when she had almost landed something, but had failed the drug test after they had smoked a joint together. Now, in desperation she made the decision to call up her best friend Tracy and see how her own search had been going.
She was surprised by the answer, “I’m done! I found this new place just outside of town, I start tomorrow! I’m going to wait till I get my first check and show it off to my parents. What about you Trisha?” Silence on the other side of the line was her answer. “That bad huh? Have you got any bites at all?”
“Well, yeah. It’s just not that easy to get a job when everyone knows you as a party animal. Maybe I should start looking outside town like you did. A few more miles on the bike won’t hurt, and I guess I can use the exercise. Isn’t the next town about ten miles away? I can do that.” She didn’t want to, but she would if she had too. I was better then going hungry, she was a already losing weight from stress alone. No need to make it worse.
It was only a few seconds before Tracy came up with a plan, “Why don’t you come to my new job with me? I bet they could have another position open. And if it doesn’t work out you can go to the mall and hang until I’m ready. I mean my first shift is only supposed to be four hours. So it won’t be that long of a wait. You can use my car and sleep in it if you don’t feel like walking around.”
Trisha waited for her to make it into a joke. But after several non—punchline filled seconds she realized she was serious. “Sure! That sounds like a great idea. What time do you want me to be ready?”
"Be ready to roll by seven. That way if there’s any issues we’ll have plenty of extra time. That’s seven AM, just in case you’re confused. "
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be ready. Try not to run anyone over while you’re trying to wake up behind the wheel bitch.” They both laughed and hung up. Tracy hoping Trisha wouldn’t fuck this up for her, and Trisha hoping she wouldn’t fuck it up for Tracy.
The rest of the day seemed to fly by as Trisha got herself ready for her sneak interview. An hour sculpting her eye brows, thirty minutes on her legs, and a final long soak in the shower. It was past eight before she remembered to get herself a nice looking outfit from her closet and put it out for the morning. She even triple checked her alarm to make sure it was right. To avoid any power outages she also set her cell phone to go off five minutes later. Finally, with everything seemingly done she pulled off her clothes, and lay down in her bed for a solid eight hours of sleep.
Morning came quickly, and even with all her planning she was still stuck putting her makeup on in the passenger seat of Tracy’s car. Tracy was not happy about it. "I told you to be ready at seven, and here you are still putting your fucking face on. Girl, you better get your act together. This place is serious, you won’t be allowed to show up late more then once or twice before you’re fired. Why do you think there were openings to begin with?
Tisha felt her checks burning, “Am I being lectured by the person voted most likely to get herpes twice? You aren’t exactly a pillar of the community either. Relax, if I get the job I know to set my alarm earlier. And I won’t have to put on my show face either.”
Tracy took the comment in style, “It’s a new job, and I’m trying for a new me. This getting fired from every job thing is starting to get boring. I want to settle down, raise a family. Argue with my significant other about changing my kids diapers. Just have a normal boring life, maybe party a bit once in a while though… And they still want you presentable. This isn’t a bar tending job.”
Trisha smiled and snapped her purse closed. “Then I guess I better be on my best behavior if I want to bum a ride from you every day miss dependable. I can even split the cost of gas with you, buy you lunch every once in a while. I’ll buy you one every day this week if you tell them how dependable I am.”
“Tell them how dependable you are? I thought you wanted this job? Look, just don’t screw this up for me alright. This is important. I’m serious. I’m almost out of cash and the parents are done loaning me money. If I don’t get this job its back to selling crack. And my probation officer told me he wants fifty percent if I do it. So do not fuck this up!”
Trisha nodded at that comment. “It’s not like I don’t deserve that.” she thought.
The rest of the ride was uneventful. Almost boring. The town they lived in was small enough already. But once you hit the borders it was all farms and trees. It was after several miles of green nothing that Trisha finally saw something that she didn’t remember from the last time she had been through the area. Though that had been a long time ago so her memory was a bit fuzzy. As they got closer she could see where the lot for the building had been hewn from the area of an old tree belt. The ground was still bare earth as the sod had yet to grow in. But that didn’t stop the parking lot from being full of brand new cars, and looking all smug while doing it. “It’s always so odd seeing something like this you know…” She murmured.
Tracy looked at her confused. “What are you talking about?”
Trisha sighed, “Trees ripped out so recently it looks like a scar. The ground raw and black. Then you have the brand new building looking fresh and clean. Almost like nature is what’s out of place here. Not the man made building. It’s just kind of weird to me.”
Tracy pulled into the lot and parked the car while she thought about Trisha’s comment. She almost had her head wrapped around it when she saw a car she liked parked across from them. “Jag! I’m gonna get me one of those if this works out! Seriously, like paint it pink. I’ll have the only pink Jag on the planet.”
Trisha kept to herself as they both got out and walked towards the large grey building. Prampharm was blazed across the front, and at least on the one side they could see. No doubt it was on all four. The front doors were solid glass. No metal frames or locks visible. She wondered for a moment how they locked the building at night, but as they stepped inside all cognizant thought stopped.
“God, it’s huge.” They both said before looking up at the ceiling many feet above their heads. “Lots of space.”
“I’m glad you both like the entrance.” A man said, walking up behind them. He extended a hand towards Trisha as he got closer. “I know Tracy, but I’m afraid I haven’t had the pleasure yet.”
“Trisha. And it’s so nice to meet you.” She said while shaking his hand firmly. “I’m a friend of hers, and was hoping to get an interview here today. See if I might have a bit of a break and try to show I’ve matured as well as Tracy has.”
He smiled, showing perfect teeth, “Well that should not be a problem. I’m Mike by the way. Why don’t we let Tracy start her new position, and we can take a quick tour? Maybe see if there’s a place we can stick you for the rest of her shift, I understand she has a short one today. We can see if you’ll work out. Maybe get Tracy a little bonus this week for finding us some more help.”
Trisha waved back at her before she was escorted through a heavy steel door and into the interior of the company. “So…. What do you guys do here anyways? Tracy wasn’t exactly open about every part of her job.”
“That’s good to hear,we run a closed program, alot of new tech, cant have employees talking about it to everyone. We are a test and procurement facility. We’re a subsidiary of another company that sends us products, which we test and verify. Then after a quick marketing test everything goes back to corporate and they sell it.”
They took a turn and Trisha found herself in a long hallway with many doors and windows on either side. She looked in each of them as they walked. Some were basic offices, they looked well used for a building that could be only a few weeks old. Then there were the odd lab-like rooms, full of white coated people walking around various things and taking copious notes. “It looks rather odd. It’s just a bunch of regular looking things and they’re acting like it explosive or something.” She pointed into a room to their right. “That looks like a toothbrush. And they’re in what looks like a hazmat suit!” She suddenly felt frightened, “This isn’t a biohazard place is it?” She took a small step back the way they had come.
His laugh surprised her. "If only it was that easy. No, we do something else here. Not purely safe, but certainly no little bugs floating around infecting people. I could tell you if you want. It would clear things up, make everything easier for us both. But it might get you in deeper then you’d like. I can at least tell you what they’re testing in there. "
Suddenly Trisha got the feeling that maybe she shouldn’t be there, and maybe it was time to go home. “I think I’d rather go instead. There has to be some kind of test, or clearance to get this far, and I know I don’t have that yet. Plus I should at least take my purse out to the car. I don’t need some weird atomic toothbrush falling into it, or out of it.”
Mike laughed again. “You’ve been cleared. Do you think we just let anyone in? As soon as your partner signed up we checked everyone close to her. People talk. We need to make sure they talk to the right kind of people. You would not have been brought through the door if we didn’t know what we needed to about you.” Trisha’s mouth hung open, stunned. She had no idea she could ever be expected to pass something like that. That a company would go to such lengths to make sure they hired good people. “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad here. You won’t be anywhere near the subs. You’ll just be running errands and copying. Real basic stuff. If you want to go higher we promote from with in. And don’t worry about the purse. Though I recommend a smaller one later. You’ll get a locker tomorrow. I don’t know if that thing would fit.”
“Subs?” Trisha asked. “Like the ones in the ocean, or the sandwich?”
“Well it’s a bit of a long story. But I guess the short version is the parent company, which you’ll never be told the name of, was looking for a way to hide large dangerous things for a military contract. Unfortunately it didn’t work. But fortunately as they were mopping up the mess they discovered something else entirely.” Mike stopped for a few seconds, looked around, then took a deep breath before starting again. “One of the janitors sat down in a chair and immediately became a genius.”
“What? Like he thought some profound thing up and saved the world?”
Mike rolled his eyes, “No, I mean he was suddenly dressed in a lab coat, and had an IQ that makes Einstein look like a politician.”
“So what are you waiting for? Where’s the seat? I wouldn’t mind being a super genius.”
Mike looked to the floor and scuffed his feet. “Yeah, there’s side effects.”
Trisha smiled, “How bad could they be?”
Mike grimaced as he looked her in the eye, “Stephen hawking.”
“I won’t sit on it twice then.”
“No. You don’t get it. Stephen hawking was the janitor. And he wasn’t crippled or anything. One second he was his regular self, the next instant he was a crippled genius in a wheel chair.”
Tisha laughed, “Yeah, and everyone that grew up with him was paid to lie about it then? Come on, you don’t have to BS me.”
Mike started walking again. Back deeper down the hallway. “It’s more than just that. When it happened only the few people that were watching remembered the truth. If it hadn’t been for the video they would have been sacked. Whatever they had found, or created changed the entire world. History was changed or created just to fit his new reality. And it was perfect. Since then we’ve discovered what really happened. It was the chair. It made people geniuses. I mean crazy smart. The people that have sat in it since are still working for us. Hell, we have had them sit down multiple times. The last person made it to four before he kind of faded away.”
“He died!?” Trisha said in horror.
Mike shook his head, “No, just faded. He’s still around. He keeps to one room, otherwise he starts to spread out. And he kind of has a hard time getting back together. He’s like a gas now. But insanely smart. He cured Aids in the first five minutes.”
“But there is no cure!” She said exasperated.
“There is. But when we tried to sell it we were told it needed to be properly tested. We’re waiting for the UN to get back to us. Kind of in a holding pattern.”
Trisha shook her head, but kept following. “So what do you do here? I mean do you guys just turn the thing on and weird shit happens, or what?”
Mike stopped and pointed into one of the rooms, it was well lit, with several people looking at a squid hanging in mid air. “Sometimes we turn it on. Sometimes it turns itself on. Sometimes weird shit happens. And sometimes a hockey fan brings a live cephalopod into the facility and that happens.” He said while pointing into the room. He started to look angry, took a step towards the door, then took a deep breath and stopped. “Sometimes this happens every week. Especially if the Red Wings are playing.”
Trisha looked from Mike still standing near the door back into the room. The sky squid had crept closer to the ceiling and was now squirting jets of black ink over one of the people trying to catch it. "Maybe you should take it out, stun it or something…. " She meekly said.
“No good. Tried that on the first two. This is a hockey related sub. Beating the shit out of it is just about the only thing that works. Or Chuck Norris. And he hasn’t been the same since we shaved his beard off.”
Trisha stopped watching the mayhem. She didn’t know if this was some kind of joke, but even if it was she still needed a job, so she might as well roll with it. “Well, you’ve got some weird shit here Mike. But I think I can handle it. As long as I’m not involved directly with the subs, then I can stick around if you’ll have me. Of course I might have to tell Tracy about the really weird stuff.”
Mike nodded, then breathed a sigh of relief. “Great! Now we don’t have to kill you. You don’t know how hard it is to find the right kind of people, then they dont want to stick around…” He clapped his hands together and smiled, “Alright, let’s get you set up. Why don’t you go down to room twenty three, and help out Sheila, she’s not too bad on the new employees.”
Room twenty three as it turned out was between room six, and room three hundred and twenty seven. Trisha was thoroughly confused by the time she found her way there. Even more so after she opened the door and found herself on a wide sandy beach. Staring at who she supposed was Shelia sunning herself on a hammock supported by thin ropes between two of the sky squids she had seen earlier. She took a step forward, “Sheila? I’m Trisha, Mike sent me here for training, I’m a new hire.”
Sheila rolled her head to face her and took the woman in, “You seem to be taking this pretty well.” She said as she nodded to the floating oddities.
“I grew up near Detroit. I’ve seen worse.”
Sheila stood and stretched. Then walked lazily towards Trisha and the door hanging entirely unsupported behind her. “Then I guess it’s time for us to get some real work done. Follow me please.”
Trisha followed her back out the door and closed it behind them. “Shouldn’t you untie those squid things?” She asked.
“Oh no. Those things just love hovering there. They absorb the sun light, and apparently our pheromones are like candy to them. Once we get them situated, let them watch a few games and let them relax, its all we can do to get them in a pod and let them enjoy themselves.”
“A pod? That thing they were supporting you with. I thought that was a hammock.”
“Hah! That -was- just a hammock. The pod is the whole world after the door. It’s the strangest thing. They tested fresh peas once. You know the saying peas in a pod? Well they cracked one open and they could see this wonderful world inside. Once they figured out how to stretch them big enough they became perks. I’ve had that one for about a week now. Much nicer then the fishing pods.”
Trisha raised an eyebrow, “There’s no side effects?”
“You’ll pick up an affinity for growing peas. Shit, I must have three acres planted right now. I think this company crashed the whole pea industry with how many we grow. Now lets head over to marketing. They had something for me earlier. Something needed editing and binding. And knowing them, translation into actual English. Which means it’s going to take awhile.”
Trisha kept to herself as they walked deeper into the building towards marketing. Thankfully they had left the weird things behind pretty quickly and it seemed like a regular office area now. Marketing was on the top floor, next to a large sports bar. Several marketing execs were sitting inside, three empty pitchers on their table, loudly arguing about packaging colours and whether or not purple was sad. “Well at least that part is normal.” Trisha muttered to herself.
Sheila walked her inside marketing’s office, and to her contact. A portly woman sitting next to a computer, sweating profusely. “Alright, let’s have that paperwork Ms. Johnson. When do you need it by?”
The woman pushed a small disk towards them. “I need two thousand copies of this, and I needed it ten minutes ago. So I would suggest by noon next Wednesday.”
Trisha was only half into the conversation. She was looking around the room at several piles of items in containers or bags. She was wondering what the various effects could be when her eyes settled on what looked like large diapers. “Diapers? Who tested diapers?”
Ms. Johnson turned and looked at her. “Yeah. That’s a pre-clearance sample. I doubt we’ll use them but they want some kind of idea on how to pitch them. So here they sit. It’s been about a week, no one wants anything to do with them. No one wants to verify exactly how they work.”
Tisha blushed a bit, “I would imagine like Depends does right? A plastic crap catcher.”
Ms. Johnson didn’t even flinch. “Except for the mind numbing orgasms.”
Trisha’s blush returned stronger, “That’s the side effect?!”
Sheila answered, “No, that’s the primary effect. So far urinary incontinance starting at an hour, and extending per use is the only side effect. But we’re still at primary testing when we have volunteers. They keep them in those bags for a reason. That’s a special polymer that prevents effect seepage.”
“Seepage, like after use?” Trisha asked.
Ms. Johnson took control of the conversation again, “No, like changes to the things it touches longer term. That happens sometimes, though it’s rare enough for us to set up a pre-clearance system.” She turned back to Sheila and started talking about a party coming up that weekend. But Trisha couldn’t take her eyes off the stack of diapers. She double checked that she wasn’t being watched, then swept a few of them into her purse, thankful she had decided to bring it with her to her interview after all. She nodded along to the conversation going on between Sheila and Ms. Johnson, but was thinking about what a mind numbing orgasm would feel like later that night.
“Right, lets get back to my office Trisha. We can start editing, and get this mess ready for the big wigs next week.” Sheila said.
The walk back seemed entirely too short, as Trisha kept thinking about what would happen if she got caught, or what Tracy would say when she found out she had taken things on her first day. “I bet the orgasms will help satisfy her sence of justice. Or at least make her keep her opinions to herself.” She thought.
Tisha really enjoyed the three hours she spent with Sheila helping her. And was saddened to learn that after the two week apprentice period she would be set up in her own office, and would barely see her. They seemed to be a great fit for each other. And even the mind deadening job of editing seemed fun as they pointed out the silly mistakes the geniuses had made in spelling. She left Sheila’s office with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. Trisha was swinging her purse back and forth, not worrying about the contraband inside. She walked past all the weird rooms not even bothering to look inside them. When she got back to the receptionist desk she found Tracy already standing next to it waiting for her. “Hey babe! It’s been a great first day, how about yours?”
Tracy smiled at her, “Not bad at all. This place barely gets any calls and they let me cruise the Internet while I sit here waiting for appointments to show up. It’s awesome!”
Trisha waited till they were in the car, and halfway home before she started to talk about what she had seen. When she got to the part about the diapers, Tracy flexed her legs. Trisha noticed and grabbed the top of her purse, “If I remember correctly, it’s been awhile for you too huh?” She asked coyly.
Tracy nodded, “I wouldn’t mind a little pissing if it means a little relief ya know. I might have to sign up to help with the testing back there.”
Trisha reached into her purse and pulled one of the diapers out, “Or baby Tracy can can some fun tonight! No signing up required!”
Tracy’s face took on a look of horror as she saw what her friend had taken. “You…. You stole them?! You think they won’t figure that out? We’re going to Get fired for this! Or worse. They’ll make us test something actually dangerous! Are you fucking insane? I should never have told you about this job!”
“Relax. There were dozens of them. Piles on the desk, and even more on the floor. The stack had fallen over and some had been kicked around as well. They’ll never know. Now why don’t you just relax and drive. This should be an interesting night. You’ll be twitching and moaning before you know it you big baby!” As she finished speaking she pulled one of the diapers out and ripped the plastic wrap off. The air inside the car was filled with the sweet smell of baby powder. She let the diaper slide out into her lap,then gave it a flip to open it a bit, the plastic shell of the disposable sat gently against her skin. She felt a tiny electric shock, then a pleasant feeling, like scratching a bug bite. She allowed the contact to linger before pushing the diaper back into her purse. “Very interesting. I can’t wait to see what these little buggers can really do.”
Tracy was having other thoughts. She knew things from Prampharm could be dangerous, but her body’s urges had doubled as soon as the scent from the diaper had surrounded her. “Yeah…. Maybe we could do something with those things….” She mumbled as she sat her hand on her crotch and gave it a few idle scratches.
When the car ride was finally over, the car bumped up her drive and stopped with a squeak. Tracy undid her belt and looked at her friend. “Look Trish, we’re like family. But if this gets to crazy I’m blaming it all on you.”
“Fair enough. Now lets get in there and get the party started!”
Tracy got out and went to her door as fast as she could walk. Then bolted through it as soon as she had it unlocked, with an oddly content Trisha bringing up the rear. Tracy had wanted to come home and take a shower, but after smelling diapers the rest of the way home she could barely contain herself. She was going for the vibrator in her bedroom when a smiling Trisha came in and dropped the diaper on the bed. Tracy looked at it, her lower lip quivering. A part of her knew it was not a good idea, but she needed to get off. “Okay thanks!” She said as she started to strip. She saw Trisha was still not moving. She waved her hands at her, “I need to get something done girl. And I don’t need you in here!”
In response Trisha sat down on the bed and started to open the other two diapers. Carefully putting them back into her spacious purse. She turned back to the diaper on the bed and slowly unfolded it. She felt an urge as well. She wanted release as much as her friend, but it was combined with another thought instead. “Oh, I think you do need me in here. I think you want this diaper on, and think you can do it yourself. Have you even diapered a baby before, much less yourself?”
Tracy’s hands were frozen on the waist of pants, ready to start shimmying out of them. “It can’t be that hard Trisha. I’m sure I can figure it out myself.”
Trisha dragged her nails over the exposed padding of the diaper sitting between them, “It can be tricky. Sure you won’t be wiggling around like a baby, but you need to know how tight to make it, where the diaper needs to sit to line up right. There’s a whole bunch of things that need to be done just right or things get messy later when there’s leaks. And I don’t think you want leaks all over. Especially when you still have to take me home today.”
Tracy listened while Trisha spoke, trying vainly to keep what little dignity she had left and tell her to leave. But her will power was starting to fade at the same rate her panties were starting to get warm and steamy. She started to yank her pants down as she came up with a compromise. “Just put it on me then leave.”
Trisha didn’t say anything. Instead she set her hands in her lap and calmly waited for her friend to get ready. She smiled as Tracy’s pants came loose, leaving her in nothing but panties. She almost reached out to pull them off herself, but Tracy seemed to sence something was about to happen and yanked them off herself. Leaving her naked in front of her friend for the first time in several years. Trisha admired the almost clean shaven look of her friend. It looked like her shave job was only a few days old with sparse stubble, and a few angry ingrown hairs in evidence. Tracy motioned for the diaper, but Trisha held it away from her, pointing to the bed instead.
Tracy shook her head, but got the hint. She sat down, then with a final indignant sigh she laid back and spread her legs. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” She had expected a few seconds hesitation. But Trisha’s movements and commands seemed instant, as if she wanted nothing more then to diaper her. She was told to lift her hips, then set them back down. As she lowered herself she immediately felt the padding of the diaper under her. She moved her legs a few times and listened to the loud crinkling. “Wow, this is really weird Trish. You should really give this a try later.”
Trisha clucked her tongue at that, “I guess we’ll have to see about that later baby. Why don’t we get this all finished up before we talk about me.” A slight flourish and she had the right side up and on. Seconds later and the left was tight as well. “Now stand up young lady, lets give this a quick check.”
“I don’t think you need to be checking my diapers.” She complained, but stood up anyways. The diaper was bulky, but not too terribly bad. She still had to keep her legs farther apart then normal, which allowed Trisha to insert her fingers into the leg bands and run them back and forth making sure the leak guards were set right. Tracy jumped back, “Ewww, okay. That was just a little much. Now give me some space. If I’m going to do this, it’s going to be alone!”
Trisha stood up, playfully smacked her on her diapered bottom, then left the room. Leaving Tracy to her self. She walked to her door and stared at her reflection in a full length mirror on the back of it. “God, I look like a fucking pervert.” The grossness of actually wetting herself briefly overpowered her hormones. Then the entire thing snowballed into something even stronger. “Like a cute diapered pervert. Oh…… Like a big diapered baby…… Pervert……” Her body flushed and started to sweat as she felt sensations she hadn’t felt in years. One hand rubbed the outside of the diaper, while the other gently circled her nipple with her fingers. "Baby…. Baby…. Diapered baby…. " Ran through her thoughts, each time making her hotter, and her hands motions more frantic. Tracy had never felt so high before without release, but it didn’t stop. Her legs and arms started to flex as her body started to hump air. Finally her hand dove into the diaper and started to rub her clit. “Oh….oh….oh……oh……. So…. Soooooo close……” She moaned. But it still wasn’t enough. She could barely stand now. But it still kept going higher. Her hand was a wet mess, but it wasn’t pee. “That’s it! I need to piss!” The thought of it made her bladder seem to fill to bursting. But she still couldn’t release. She was panting now. Sweat running down her face, there was still something missing. Then it hit her. “Trisha! I want her, I need her to watch!” Her hand flew from her diaper to the door knob where it took several slick tries to finally get it to turn.
The door seemed to open on its own and Tracy found herself eye to eye with Trisha. She had only an instant to register the knowing smile on her friend’s face before her body finally betrayed her and released the flood gates. “My… My…. Diapeee!” She squealed as the warmth from her accident became a flood of pleasure she had never felt before. Her body locked up as her mouth froze in a silent scream. Thoughts and visions raced through her mind as she tried vainly to keep breathing. As she started to fall, Trisha leaned forward and caught her. Wrapping one arm around her back, and the other under her wet diapered butt. “She can feel my pee…” Ran across Tracy’s conscience, causing another orgasmic trip. Her body started humping Trisha’s and Tracy didn’t even try to stop. Every movement rocked her again and again. She started to lick at Trisha’s exposed skin. She tasted the salt of her sweat, and wanted more. Her head burrowed into her chest, hoping a nipple would be exposed for her to chew. When none was found she instead started to chew on the fabric of her shirt. After several more long moments Tracy felt the wetness of her diaper more then the heat of of sex. Then the smell of her excitement mixed with piss and baby powder came through as well. This caused a final rolling orgasm that left her panting and twitching in her friend’s arms. She felt herself gently set down on her cool bed spread, then released her grip as she was pushed down onto her back. She looked into her friends eyes, and licked her lips. She tried to think of something to say. Something to express what she had just felt. In the end all she could say was, “Wow.”
Trisha Gently stroked one of Tracy’s legs. She had watched every second of her little ride and had found herself sinking towards sexual pleasure as well. Though in her case it was worlds away from pissing in a diaper. Her entire body had tingled as she watched the bucking form of Tracy in her crinkly plastic prison. Everything had been under control until Tracy had collapsed into her arms and started humping her like a blanket.
Until that moment Trisha was sure she would be wearing them next. But the touch of her warm body twitching and convulsing against her did something, changed her. The vision of her friend losing control and loving it became Trisha’s world. As she kept rubbing her still heavily breathing friend, she started to rub herself in another more private area. She felt no embarrassment, since she no longer saw Tracy as a real woman any longer. “Just a toy really.” She whispered.
Tracy heard her, “What’s a toy? The diaper?” She lazily swept her hands over the soiled one she was wearing. “I think it’s so much more! You should really try one, its better then sex. Hell, it’s better then bacon -and- sex!” She licked dried sweat off her left arm then started to poke at the sodden padding. “Should I take this thing off? I’m supposed to be pissing myself for a while right? Will it work again do you think?”. She was speaking so fast it was difficult to understand some of it, “Trisha! Listen to me! I’m talking about wet diapers and pissing myself and I don’t care! It was that good, I’d do that again any time.” She sat up and reached her hand toward the purse, and the other diapers. “Lets try it again! Me and you at once. Come on!”
Trisha gently smiled, and pushed her hand away. “There’s only two left Tracy. And I don’t think we should try another diaper so soon. They said the effects stacked. And you look exhausted. Lets give it a day or two.”
Tracy crossed her arms in front of her and pouted. “Fine. But at least you can give it a try, I want to watch!”
“And fall to the floor when you can’t hold me up? No, I think we’ll both wait and get some rest. Now what should we do with you? You’re going to be a little fountain for awhile and we didn’t get any regular diapers before we tried this.” As she finished Trisha reached out and untaped her friends diaper. Not even having to tell Tracy to lift her bum to get it off. She rolled it up on itself and taped it closed. “You better get out of bed and maybe wrap a towel around you. Don’t want your carpets getting messed up.”
Tracy blew a raspberry at her, but started getting up anyway. “Seriously girl. I think I just drained half a lake into that thing, there’s no way I’ll have to go for at least an hour.” Her feet hit the floor and she stood up. Her gait was a little farther apart then normal, and her knees still felt weak. But she knew she could walk, and was sure she would not have to worry about pissing herself. “See, everything is fine. Are you sure we can’t have a little playtime again?” She started scratching between her legs.
Tisha waved her hand in front of her face. “Take a shower. A long shower. You smell like a big wet baby.” Tracy laughed. But Trisha kept talking, “Seriously, your hand is going to be covered in stale pee if you keep touching down there like that. I don’t think you want to be smelling that all day.”
Tracy stopped scratching and brought her hand up to her face, she could easily smell her accident. “Whatever, I’ll go shower. Why don’t you take care of that wet diaper for me while I clean up?”
Trish still had it in her hand, she held it up in her friends face and smirked, “I’ll take care of ikle baby’s wet diapee, now get in the tub before you leak on the floor.” She waited till Tracy started walking away before moving towards the kitchen and dropping the little plastic ball into the garbage.
It landed with a wet thunk, apparently the only thing inside. Trisha went to the sink and started to wash her hands. She finished just in time to hear the shower start up. “She should really take a nice bath.” She thought. “Then mommy could make sure she was nice and clean.” She laughed at that thought while she grabbed a glass and got a drink of water. As her arm came up she caught a whiff of her armpits. “Woah, I think mommy needs some deodorant first.” She guzzled the water and went to get her purse.
The shower was still going strong when she saw it. Her purse was sitting next to Tracy’s bed. As she walked into the room Trisha could still smell everything. The wet diaper nursery smell, along with a woman’s excitement. It was the nursery smell that got to her the most. As she bent over to pick up her purse, she stopped and stared at it. Something was wrong. It looked different. She picked it up and took it to the kitchen, hoping the better light there would help her. But even in the brighter light it looked wrong, it was obviously her purse. But it’s colour was off. And the design on the fabric was all wrong. It looked like a cross stitched pattern made to look like a quilt. She carefully opened the bag to find the inside had changed as well. Originally only having two compartments there were now several. The diapers were secure in their own pocket. Trisha closed the purse and started to move away before she stopped and returned. Something was starting to bother her, something she had seen inside the purse. She opened it and looked inside again. It was the diapers that finally clued her in. She had stole three, and used one. There should only be two inside, and yet there were four.
“What the hell….” Trisha wondered. Then Ms. Johnson’s comment came back. “Sometimes the subs change things they contact constantly. That must be it!” Everything became clear to her then, “It’s changing into a diaper bag! At least that solves the problem of getting more diapers for her.” She grabbed the bag and walked into the living room. She saw Tracy’s keys hanging by the door. “But I think some regular diapers would work right now.” She thought about the corner store, just a few blocks away. Trisha dropped her bag on a low table in front of the TV, grabbed the keys and made a quick dash to the car outside.
Tracy was enjoying her shower, almost as if she was half asleep and dreaming. Up until the point when she felt something running down her legs. It was an odd feeling. The shower water was so hot that her piss felt cool. She watched the pale yellow mix with the water as it ran down the drain for several seconds before she tried to stop it and found she couldn’t. “God, I just pissed myself for real!” The realization finally snapped her out of her stupor. “This is crazy. I can’t do that again.” With her clear mind she remembered everything she had done. “And in front of Trisha! Oh…. Fuckkkkk……” Even as she started to freak out over the memory, she started to feel wetness of a different type. “Gross! Gross! I can’t get excited over that!” But she couldn’t deny what her body was doing. Through sheer will power she kept her hands away from herself, and let the hot water pour over her body. When she had relaxed enough to touch her own skin again she grabbed the soap and started to clean up. Her body still seemed more sensitive then normal though, causing her hands to linger in certain spots. “It was just one time! I can handle that, never again. I’m not gonna wear a diaper ever again! Let Trisha have them all…”
Trisha entered the store with a brisk walk. Even though she had been there dozens of times, she still felt out of place as she walked towards the incontinence isle. Her eyes kept going to to the signs above her, lingering on the baby isle. “I wonder if she’d fit in a regular baby diaper…. That would be so much better then old granny pants diapers!” She knew it was silly, but she turned and walked towards the baby area, and the impossible promise of cuteness for Tracy. As soon as she started reading the packs it was obvious there was no way she would fit in any of them. “Dam, and I only wanted something to make her look cute.” She was walking out, towards the adult diapers when she saw a pack of Goodnights. “Wait… Are these big enough?” It was obvious the extra large size would fit. She had picked out a pack when she heard a voice over her shoulder.
“Crazy huh? You think you’re done with that stuff, and then they’re wetting the bed again.”
Trisha turned and smiled at a thirtyish something women holding a similar pack in her hands. “Yeah, except my little lady is having some daytime problems as well. Though I kind of like this, it makes me remember the days when she really depended on me for everything.” Trisha looked the woman up and down, the idea of getting her in a diaper and watching her melt down popped up, and lingered. “I think she looks kind of cute all diapered up anyways. And she certainly smells better.”
The lady got an odd look on her face. “Errr, yeah. I guess.” Her posture changed, seeming to grow tense. She started to look towards the front of the store. “Nice meeting you, I’ve got to get going now.”
Trisha felt something in her change. She reached out and ran one of her hands through the stranger’s hair. “I think you just need to relax. Maybe a little time in your crib and a fresh baba will help you feel better.” The more she ran her fingers through the woman’s hair, the more the woman seemed to relax. “That’s my girl. Why don’t you just relax and let mommy show you what you need?” The woman lazily nodded, dropping the pack of Goodnights that were in her hands. Trisha smiled. “Yeah, I think I can take care of you. Get you in your special pants, maybe let you wiggle around in my lap awhile.”
“Mom?” Another voiced asked. “What the hell are you doing? I thought we were going to get them and get out?”
The woman stiffened and pulled away from Trisha. She glared at her, then scooped up the pack from the floor. “Sorry Willow. We’re leaving now.”
Trisha watched them leave. “I wonder if I could get them both…” She thought idly. Then with the pack of Goodnights under her right arm she took a stroll to the candy isle. “Some chocolate, and maybe some jelly beans.” She said to herself. Then with her hands full she walked to the front of the store. Trisha had hoped to see the woman from the diaper isle, but apparently she was long gone. “Too bad. I think she would have enjoyed herself.” She paid for her items and started to the car. Hoping she got back before Tracy got out of the shower and made a mess on the floor.
It turned out she didn’t have to worry. Tracy was still in the shower giving Trisha plenty of time to relax in front of the TV. After sitting back and getting the TV running Trisha made a grab for her purse. “I guess I should think of it more as a diaper bag now though.” As she looked through it there was everything she would need to make real use of the diapers. “Was all this in here before?” She pushed aside cans of baby cookies, some pacifiers, and a folded change mat. Something seemed to bother her. “I know this was my purse. And I know these diapers were inside. But was everything else?” She looked down at the large changing table the bag had been laying on. “And why the hell would this be in here?” Again the words of warning came back to her from her new job. “Did this all change when I was gone? I shouldn’t even know its different if it did, but since I know about the effects does that change things for me? Fuck….” She sat back and wondered if things were really different after all. Her head started to hurt, then she got thirsty after a few minutes.
Trisha dismissed the idea and went for a soda in the fridge. She poured the entire can into a glass then looked for a bag to hang for garbage. “Why she doesn’t have a can for garbage instead of just one for her diapers I’ll never know.” She grabbed a plastic shopping bag and hung it off one of the drawer knobs next to the diaper pail. Then she checked the pail to make sure it wasn’t full. “Of course there’s only one diaper inside silly. She just used it.” Trisha shook her head and sat down at the kitchen table. “So why has she always had a diaper pail in here if I just diapered her for the first time?” She thought as she looked at it. She felt something was going on around her. But even if it was true she would never really know if reality itself changed.
Tracy found her there, sitting at the table staring into space. “What’s the problem girl?”
Trisha came back, finally noticing her friend. “Naked again? Do you need help getting dressed or something?”
Tracy looked down at her body, then shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t really matter after what you saw.”
Trisha gave a noncommittal nod, “At least get some protection on so you don’t piss on the furniture.”
Tracy took a step forward, then stopped. “I think that would be a bad idea. I don’t know exactly what it did to me. But I still think there’s something wrong. I want those diapers out of here. Take them to your house if you want. Or better yet, toss them in the garbage with the used one.” She motioned towards her garbage can, then actually looked when something felt wrong. She did a double take, then strode naked towards it. “What the hell is that?” She ripped the lid open and peered inside. Her lone diaper the only occupant. “What the hell is this thing doing in here?”
Trisha took a sip of her drink. “It’s a diaper pail. Where else would we put your diapers? I mean it’s odd you have one. But who am I to judge?”
“Trish, I don’t have one! Why are you acting like this is normal? This is all fucked up!”
Confronted with both realities Trisha’s head started to hurt again, she started to rub her cold glass on her forehead. “It’s the subs, the diapers. They can change things. Remember, if you aren’t nearby then you forget what was there before. I left the house and got you some normal protection. You stayed here. And now I forgot and you remember. Are there any other changes?”
Tracy started looking around the house, everything was fine till she got to the TV room and saw her glass center table was now a padded changing table. She sat down on her couch and started to cry. “This is so fucked up. How the hell do we get this fixed. I can’t afford another table.” She felt warmth between her legs, in an instant she was back on her feet. But it was too late. There was a large wet spot on the cushion. “I can’t believe I just ruined my couch! Get those diapers out of here, and I mean now!” She grabbed the pinkish diaper bag and threw it at Trisha. “Just get out of here Trish. Now!”
Trisha was pushed and prodded, then found herself standing outside a slammed door. She pulled her phone out and checked the time. She decided she had enough time to walk home instead of calling a cab. She started off quickly, not wanting to be stuck out after dark. The diaper bag seemed to weight almost nothing as she held it in her right hand. “I feel pretty good.” She thought to herself. “Like I just slept a week, I feel perfectly great! Not tired at all, no sore feet, or back. After holding her up like that I should be needing some pills right now.” But she felt better then she could ever remember feeling in her whole life. She accelerated from a speed walk to a jog. After several minutes of jogging with no sign of fatigue she sped up to a run.
The miles sped past, but she didn’t feel winded. It was as if she was walking. Her house appeared in front of her, fully half an hour before she expected it. “I’ve never run like that before!” She was grinning ear to ear as she opened her door and ducked inside. She went straight to her bathroom mirror and looked at herself. “I’m not even sweating!” She stripped off her shirt and bra, finding her breasts cool and dry. She was reaching for her shirt when she stopped and looked closer at her chest. “Were they always so round?” She wondered, looking at how her breasts seemed to jut from her chest. They weren’t bigger, just fuller. Then Trisha saw her nipples. “Those are definitely darker.” She touched one, then pinched it. She watched in shock as something sprayed across her hand. “Am I…… Am I lactating?” She asked. Another squeeze, and then a pull confirmed that she was right. Her breasts were fuller. Full of milk. She sat down on her toilet and tried to think things over.
“This has to have something to do with us using the diapers today. But why am I turning into some kind of mother figure instead of getting the urge to wear the diapers?” She looked to the diaper bag sitting on the floor. She felt no compulsion to wear them at all. Or to even act like a baby. “What is going on here? Tracy is so scared she didn’t even want them left in her house….” It took her several minutes to decide she would wait till morning. “Maybe I can ask Sheila some more questions at work tomorrow.” She set her alarm, giving herself plenty of time to bike to work, and went to bed. She didn’t even brush her teeth. Her mouth felt as clean as after a trip to the dentist. She closed her eyes and was asleep immediately. Her last thought being if she could get Tracy into another diaper after all this.
Several miles away Tracy was getting ready for bed as well. She had found the package of Goodnights, and had nervously opened it and put one on. It had taken her almost peeing in her kitchen to get her to do it. She was worried about their actions today like Trisha was. But for different reasons. “The diapers are gone. This will be over tomorrow.” She said loudly to herself. Hoping it was true. She sat down on her toilet, at first forgetting to pull her protection down, but catching her mistake in time. Never before could she remembered feeling so relieved at hearing the sound of her pee spraying into a toilet. “Relax Tracy. This is over. You’ll go to work tomorrow and then forget this ever happened.” She ripped some toilet paper free and wiped herself, “Yep, you’ll forget the best sex of your life ever.” Just the single memory of wearing the diaper caused her body to shudder with arousal. Though thankfully nothing like before. She grabbed another wad of paper and wiped again. “That is over. Never again.” But she still felt an urge to put one on. To parade around naked in front of her friend like a little diapered slut. “Fuck. Those things are like crack. One use and you’re addicted.” She stood and flushed. Then pulled her thick nighttime protection up over her hips. After laying out a few towels just in case she leaked, Tracy lay down and finally closed her eyes. Her dreams that night were… interesting.
Trisha woke the next morning instantly. Several minutes before her alarm was set to go off in fact. She sat up in bed completely awake feeling like she had already drank her morning coffee. She caressed her arms, and stretched her back. When she looked towards her dresser she saw the bag had changed even more over the night. “I can’t wait to get another diaper on little Tracy!” She stood up and walked towards her bathroom, hoping her chest hadn’t grown any more, “Or I won’t be able to fit in any of my shirts.”
Tracy woke to the blaring of her alarm. She swung her hand over to shut it off, then tucked her blankets back over her head. A few minutes later it went off again. This time she got up on her feet. Her eyes were barely open. “God, I feel half dead. Like I need another eight hours of sleep or something.” She yawned and scratched her back, then walked to the kitchen. Her coffee machine had started and the pot was full. It wasn’t until her third cup that she felt awake enough to function. She pulled the old filter out and went to dump it in her trash. Seeing the large diaper pail brought everything back. “I really wore that diaper. I really pissed on my couch.” She looked down at the Goodnight around her waist. “And I really wore this to bed.” She gingerly touched it. “At least it’s dry. I guess that’s a good sign.” It wasn’t until her makeup was on and she was dressed that all her coffee came back to haunt her. She made it to the toilet easily. When she was finished, she checked herself in her mirror and left for her job. The odd thought about diapers and big babies still at the back of her thoughts.
Both women made it in plenty of time. Tracy still looked a little tired. As if she really wasn’t used to waking up so early. Trisha on the other hand was the picture of perfection. From the way her hair looked, to the way her clothes fit perfectly. She almost seemed to glow with perfect body tone and skin. As she worked among the other women they all seemed to stare. And contrary to what most of them usually acted like, when she talked to them, they all immediately wanted to do exactly what she said. To make her happy was all they really cared about. Trisha loved the attention, though most of it came from Sheila as they were in her room together often. Trisha found herself correcting Sheila’s speech a few times. And even telling her when to use the bathroom. She was really starting to enjoy her new job. “I could make sure they all grow up to be good parents.” She thought. Even though she was younger then every single one of them.
Tracy was almost on the verge of quitting. Everything seemed harder today. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to do her job anymore. “I need to concentrate dammit!” But it was hard to think straight when her thoughts increasingly bent towards sexual pleasure and diapers. She started to argue with herself in her thoughts between the very few phone calls she had to answer. “It’s just sex. Who cares if it’s in a diaper? Only Trisha will ever know. And she’s the one that stole em.” Her rational voice tried to stop that line of thought. “But it will get worse. And what happens when the diapers are gone? If one does this what will using the rest do?” Her hand crept down to her pants again. She had caught herself several times now. But this time she couldn’t stop. “It’s just sex.” The inner voice pined. It sounded higher pitched to her now. “Just sex and diapers!” She blushed as her body responded to that against her wishes. “Stop it!” She yelled out loud.
“Stop what Tracy?” Trisha asked.
Tracy looked up to see her friend and Sheila standing near her. “Oh…. Nothing. Just kind of talking to myself I guess. Where are you two off to?”
Sheila laughed, “Home silly. It’s quitting time. Are you staying over night or something? I thought you and Trisha had something planned today? At least that’s what she told me when I tried to get her over to my place.”
Tracy looked at Trisha, “Well I don’t know for sure now. I know we had something planned, but I’m starting to think that it might be a mistake to do it again.” The image of her quivering in a diaper popped up, causing Tracy to almost moan out loud. “But maybe you can just stop by for a few minutes. So we can talk about it.” She looked down at her computer to hide her blush. A thumb snuck between her lips and she absently chewed on it.
Trisha laughed, “Sure, not to long. I wouldn’t want to be a burden or anything. How bout I cook tonight. Make something nice to fill you up?”