The Marathon – Chapter 5

“Umm…” Fawn wriggled, feeling lost and confused, not knowing what to do. There was a part of her that wondered if maybe she should just let it go, let the woman pick for her. There weren’t that many movies, after all… What did it really matter?

But, no! She shook her head, blushing at having even considered it. She felt so small, so powerless, already, in her messy diaper, in the woman’s arms… She couldn’t give up any more control than she already had!

“That one!” she declared, pointing her finger at the top of the list, nibbling on her lip as she did her best to decode what it said, what she was in for. The usherette didn’t provide her any hints, as expected by now, simply handing over the ticket.

If the woman dressed as a Mommy was disappointed, she didn’t show it; in fact, she smiled, giving Fawn a bounce, the girl squeaking in protest as the mush in her diaper squished. “Good job!” she praised. “Now, then, let’s see… How did you do with your snacks, little one?”

After what she had said before, Fawn was less than pleased at the fact that she had finished off the bottle. Surely it had been a joke… Right? There was no way this stranger had given her a bottle of breastmilk. She had thought it tasted strange, however, as she’d nursed on it, but, clearly, it hadn’t bothered her enough to make her stop. The Cheerios had been nowhere near as good as popcorn, though still easy enough for her to munch on, so she’d eaten them all without even noticing.

“What a good girl!” the woman cooed, bouncing Fawn again. “I guess you liked them, huh? I had some other snacks for you, but if you enjoyed these so much, I suppose you don’t need them, do you?”

Fawn couldn’t help the curiosity she felt, wondering what that might have been… She had a feeling they wouldn’t have been an improvement, however, and she wasn’t sure, even if they were, they’d have been worth risking Mommy’s wrath for not eating what she’d given to her.

“I-I don’t need milk, either,” she said quietly, ready to be done with that whether it was what she feared it was or not.

“Don’t be silly,” the woman told her, carrying her towards the bathroom. “How are you going to grow up big and strong without Mommy’s milk?”

Fawn groaned, liking that phrasing even worse. “Aww, what’s wrong?” the woman grinned down at her. “Do you not want to grow up? Do you want to be Mommy’s baby forever?”

“No!” Fawn shook her head quickly, frantically attempting to do what she could to not let her get that idea in her mind, no matter how much it must look like that was the case, currently. “I-I’m already grown up…”

The woman laughed, Fawn shrinking back at the sound of it, at how hilarious she appeared to find that claim. “It is Halloween,” she observed after she calmed down. “I think that would be too far-fetched a costume for anyone to buy, though, sweetie.”

“It’s not a costume!” Fawn whined.

“Of course not,” the woman nodded. “You’re a little pumpkin. You can’t also be a grown-up.”

Fawn rolled her eyes as the woman pushed open the door to the bathroom. “This is just my sweater! You took the rest of my outfit, and…!”

“That’s because you aren’t in costume yet,” the woman chuckled. “We have to get you all cleaned up first.”

As humiliating as it was, being laid down on the changing table, having her messy backside wiped clean, she couldn’t deny that the aftermath was a huge improvement, even after a fresh diaper was slid underneath her. She wanted, so badly, to tell the woman she didn’t need it, to demand she stop it… After she’d just changed her out of a dirty diaper, however, she doubted her ability to convince the woman of the former, and she knew for a fact she didn’t have a chance of convincing her of the latter.

She did miss her big girl panties very badly as she was pinned into another set of double diapers, as her plastic pants were pulled back around them, trapping her inside. “Doesn’t that feel better?” The woman asked, sitting her up, giving her diaper a pat.

“Y-Yeah,” Fawn admitted. “B-But big girl panties would feel better…”

“Big girl panties are for big girls,” the woman told her, grabbing the bottom of Fawn’s sweater and, without warning, yanking it up over her head. Fawn gasped as the final remnant of the outfit she’d come here in was whisked away before she could react, leaving her sitting there, stunned for a long moment before she thought to try to cover her bare chest, wearing a diaper, ankle socks, and Mary Janes. “And you don’t look like a big girl to me.”

Fawn couldn’t say she felt like one right now, either, blushing up at the much bigger, much better endowed, woman standing over her. There was nothing she could do if the woman made her leave the bathroom like this, forced her to toddle up to the usher and hand her ticket over to him… She whimpered at the very idea, mortified to feel a trickle of wetness in her diaper as she squirmed on the changing table.

Thankfully, the woman didn’t make her do that, although the alternative might not have been much of an improvement. Out of the diaper bag came an orange onesie, a jack o’ lantern face, much like the one on Fawn’s sweater, on the front. The diaper bulge underneath it was absurdly obvious, but she did, at least, have her chest covered again. A little orange hat, tipped with a green felt stem, finished off the costume, turning her into an infantile pumpkin.

“Much better,” the woman declared. “Everyone is just going to eat you up…”

She was so glad her friends weren’t here to see this after all. Maybe they could have put a stop to it, but, if not, there was no way she could have faced them like this, looking, for all the world, like a toddler waddling off to go trick or treating as she was escorted out of the bathroom. She really had to depend on the usher being in front of the right theater this time, with no way of knowing, otherwise, where she ought to go, which movie she was headed to as the woman sent her away with a pat on the diaper, a new, full bottle, and another bag of Cheerios.

There was a moment, as the woman turned away, when Fawn’s eyes flickered towards the exit, wondering if it would be worth it to attempt to get to her car before shaking her head. If she made it through one more movie, she’d be free… Hopefully… And, it dawned on her only afterwards, the woman had her keys in the diaper bag with the rest of her things anyway, so she wouldn’t have gotten far.

That meant she was going to have to face the woman one more time when the movie was over; she just prayed her bladder would hold out until then, desperate to keep from proving the woman’s point about what a baby she was, even though there was already a dampness in the padding. She had drank an awful lot of soda today, however… And far more milk than she cared to think about.

Her hands were shaking as she handed over the ticket, blushed as she stared down at the usher’s feet. But, like the usherette, all she got was the same, “Right this way,” after he tore it, no reaction to her costume at all, or anything else.

She toddled her way into the theater one last time, ready to head for her new usual seat, turning the corner to head up the stands, only to stop short. There was, it seemed, something different about this movie after all…

Everyone was there. The women dressed as Mommies were filling up the back row, where she would have normally sat, before tonight, with a few scattered throughout the rest of the auditorium. Right at the end of the middle row, where she’d have to pass by to get to her new usual seat, was someone wearing a sheet over their head, turning to look at her as she appeared. And in the row behind that, right in the center, the Horned King was sitting, knife on his lap, waiting.

She took a step back, heart pounding. Other than the usher and usherette, this was everyone she’d seen in the theater today… What were the chances they’d all pick the same movie to end out the marathon? Something was very wrong here… She stumbled backwards, hurrying, as fast as she could, back towards the exit, but she was barely surprised to discover it was already locked.

Reluctantly, she returned to the seats, picking one in the row closest to the exit, where she’d never have sat otherwise, since she’d have to crane her neck upwards to see the screen. She was more concerned now with the other audience members, and staying as far away from them as she could, having an easy way out of here… Not that it mattered, really, when she was locked in here with them.

The bottle was plopped into the cup holder, with no intention of touching it again, though she gladly began to eat the Cheerios, glad to have that to think about for a moment, rather than everyone sitting behind her.

When the movie began, she still had no idea which one it was, all the words in the opening credits absolutely gibberish to her, every one of them making her feel more nervous, more scared about what she was going to do when she returned to school if she couldn’t read… If she was able to get back to school after all this was over. The credits did run over the picture of a full moon, so she suspected it was Curse of the Moon, but that was such a generic spooky image that it was hard to say that with any certainty. There was, notably, no howling, which she would have expected from a werewolf movie, as she assumed this was, causing her to doubt it even more, but as the credits started to come to a close, she did hear, faintly, the sound of a baby crying.

It kept going as the credits ended, and the scene cut to a foggy night, a woman opening up the gates leading to a large house. When she knocked on the door, an older, though still attractive, man answered, his face lighting up at the sight of her. “Laurie?” he asked. “Look at you! All grown up… I barely recognized you!”

“I’m so sorry, Father,” she replied. “If I’d known how serious it was, I would have been here sooner…”

The man nodded sadly. “It took us all by surprise. You can’t be blamed for that. You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

He ushered her inside, where the crying – ever-present since it had begun – was noticeably louder. “Do I have a new step-sibling?” Laurie frowned. “I know things have been… tense… between us, Father, but you could have told me that.”

“No, no, of course not,” he said. “That must be the cat. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you need some rest after the trip.”

Laurie’s sister, Gwen, it seemed, had died, and Laurie was there for the funeral, trying to get her father to tell her what had happened, while also contending with her step-mother, Bela, only barely older than Laurie, gorgeous, with long, dark hair, who appeared the next morning, walking down the grand staircase of the large, old house in her flowy nightgown and robe to sneer down at Laurie. “I see you do remember the way here,” she scoffed.

“Nice to see you, too,” Laurie mumbled, watching the woman flounce away.

Fawn turned to grab another handful of Cheerios, barely suppressing a yelp as she saw that the person in the sheet was now sitting right beside her. She blushed, feeling the damp spot in her diaper growing at the sudden appearance of them, shocked at how quietly they’d managed to sneak over. She wanted to get away from them, but there was another pressing question in her mind.

“Who are you?” she hissed, not wanting to get yelled at for talking in the theater, yet desperate to know why someone who looked so similar to her just happened to be here for the same movie marathon. “What are you?”

The ghost’s head turned towards her, its sheet-covered hand raising up, moving to its face, silently shushing her. “No!” she glared at it. “I want to know, what…!” She grabbed at its sheet, but, once again, as soon as she touched it, it vanished.

There were no answers in that, though she let out a sigh of relief anyway, glad to have it away from her… Until she glanced behind herself, saw it sitting back in the first seat she’d seen it in, staring forward at the screen.

Fawn turned back to do the same with a small shiver. Laurie had been wandering through the halls of the house, stopping now to bend down and pick up what, before tonight, Fawn would have thought was just a silver safety pin with a white head. She hated that now she knew, immediately, that it was specifically a diaper pin, considering it was very similar to the ones in her diapers at this very moment, although, given the themes of the other movies so far, she had a feeling she would have guessed that regardless.

If not, it didn’t take long before Laurie confronted her father about it. “Are you sure there aren’t any children here?” she asked.

“Of course I am,” he told her. “Bela has no interest in them, and I’m too old to be a father again anyhow.”

“Then what is this for?” Laurie demanded, setting the diaper pin down on the table between them.

Her father’s expression darkened. “You shouldn’t have that,” he said, reaching for it, Laurie snatching it out of his reach.

“Why not?” she glowered pointedly at him. “You don’t have any need for it, do you?”

Laurie pressed the issue at supper, with Bela getting more and more unhappy with it until she stormed off. That evening, the crying started back up. “You’re telling me that’s a cat?” she scoffed.

“It must be,” her father shrugged.

After excusing herself to bed, and waiting for her father to do the same, Laurie snuck out of her room, went creeping down the halls, searching, following the sound of crying until, finally, she came across a nursery, where a toddler with dark hair was lying in a crib, sobbing. “Poor thing,” Laurie shook her head, picking it up. “Goodness, you need a change, don’t you? Don’t worry… I’ll help you…”

Fawn expected her to use the diaper pin she’d found, but there were plenty at the changing table, the whole change going smoothly until Laurie slipped and pricked herself on one of them. Only then, as Laurie pulled her finger back, looking at it and the drop of blood on it, did the baby stop crying.

The next morning, Laurie confronted her father and step-mother. “Why are you lying about having a baby?” she asked. “You can’t leave that poor thing locked up in that nursery all the time!”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bela said coldly.

“I know she’s your daughter,” Laurie accused. “She looks just like you! How can you treat her that way? What, did you have an affair with the milkman, or…?” She was cut off by a slap to the face, Bela having to be pulled away by her husband, who scolded them both for fighting on the day of Gwen’s funeral.

“Why aren’t you drinking, sweetie?” Fawn looked up, blushing as she saw the woman who had diapered her slipping into the seat beside her. “Are you feeling sleepy? It’s been a long day, huh?”

“I’m not thirsty,” Fawn whined. “I told you that!”

“But you’re hungry, aren’t you?” the woman chuckled, looking over at the bag of Cheerios. “You need to drink your milk, dear… Or would you rather have it straight from the source?”

Fawn’s stomach churned as the woman began to reach for the top of her dress, all but confirming what was in her bottle, what she’d already downed an entire bottle of. It made her want to drink it even less… And, at the same time, made it all the more essential for her to gag it down anyway, snatching up the bottle and holding it to her lips. “Look, I’m drinking,” she mumbled around the nipple.

“No, you aren’t,” the woman said. “You can’t fool Mommy.” She grabbed the bottle, tilting it further back. Fawn groaned as her deception was seen through, as milk began to flow into her mouth. “Do you need me to hold it for you?” Fawn shook her head meekly, reaching up, grasping the bottle with both hands, the woman not letting go until Fawn had a firm grasp on it.

“Good girl,” the woman kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t make me come down here again, little one, or I might question my decision to let you sit by yourself. I’d be more than happy to hold you on my lap for the rest of the movie.” Fawn whimpered, forcing herself to swallow the milk as she watched the woman walk away, feeling a bit sick at the thought of having to finish a whole second bottle, but too intimidated not to.

On-screen, Laurie and Bela were fighting again, after the funeral, Bela wanting Laurie to leave that night. “It might be for the best,” Laurie’s father told her hesitantly.

“Not until I know that baby is being properly cared for,” Laurie insisted, storming off to the nursery, pulling free of her father’s desperate grip, ignoring him pleading with her to stop, pushing open the door and finding no baby in the nursery. “What did you do with her?!”

“None of your business!” Bela snapped. “Now get out of here, you little brat, and…!”

“Where is she?!” Laurie demanded. “I know she was here! I saw her in that crib, and I brought her over to this table… I-I know I did…” She retraced her steps, confused, pausing at the changing table.

“Maybe it was a dream,” her father suggested.

“Maybe,” Laurie replied faintly, almost seeming to believe it before shaking her head. “No! I know it wasn’t! Look, see? It’s small, but I cut myself on the diaper pin!”

Her father rushed over, grabbing her hand, examining it. “Oh, Laurie,” he sighed. “I told you to leave it alone… We have to tell her now, Bela.”

“No, we don’t!” Bela huffed, only to be overruled.

“I’m afraid Bela has been cursed,” Laurie’s father told her.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Father,” Laurie said. “I don’t believe in curses anymore.”

“Be that as it may,” he responded, “it doesn’t change the facts. A few months ago, a young woman showed up on our doorstep and asked if we would take her and her baby in for a few days. We didn’t see a baby, but… Well, Bela doesn’t care for children, and Gwen was starting to get sick, so she already had her hands full, caring for her, so she said no, no matter how much the woman begged. Finally, the woman got so angry, she jabbed at Bela with a diaper pin and ran away. The full moon was the next night, and when it came, she…”

“Why bother?” Bela fumed. “She doesn’t believe us anyway! Get her out of here!”

“Hush,” her husband glared at her. “She still has time!”

“I’m not leaving until I see the baby,” Laurie told them. “Show me her, and I’ll be on my way tonight!”

“Never!” Bela spat. “I’ll never let you…” She stopped mid-sentence, wincing, then turned to look out the window, eyes widening in terror. “No! Not now!”

“It’s all right,” her husband comforted her. “It’s for the best…”

“N-No!” Bela shook her head, tears filling her eyes. “N-Not her… D-Don’t let her see…”

The movie cut to shadows, to Laurie’s shocked reaction, as Bela appeared to shrink, growing smaller and smaller until her clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, and, in the center of them, the toddler from the night before was sitting, immediately starting to cry. “B-But…” Laurie sputtered. “That can’t be!”

“This is her curse,” her father told her, gently picking up the baby, laying it down and starting to carefully diaper her. “Every full moon, she becomes a baby. And now, because you pricked yourself on the diaper pin…”

“Wh-What?!” Laurie stepped away, shaking her head. “No! I’m not… I can’t…”

“I’m afraid you will,” her father said.

“But I’m not changing!” Laurie pointed out.

“Not until next full moon. Which means… You have a chance.”

“I-I do?” Laurie blinked.

“If you can find someone, and prick them with one of your step-mother’s diaper pins, then the curse will pass to them,” he explained. “Otherwise, once it begins, I’m afraid there’s nothing that can be done about it.”

Laurie looked at her now-diapered, footed sleeper wearing, step-mother as she was placed into her crib, nose wrinkling in disgust. Fawn could sympathize with that… After tonight, she had gotten much more of a taste of what being a baby was like than she would have cared for, and the thought of having to go through that every month… She squirmed in her soggy diaper, blushing.

Of course, having some sense of what it was like, she also knew that it would be cruel to sentence someone else to that, which was what Laurie was struggling with, heading home the next day, diaper pin in her pocket, to try to find a victim to pass the curse onto… Or, if she couldn’t do that, to wait until the next full moon to return to her father’s house, to wait out the curse alongside her step-mother.

“I wish I could believe this was all nonsense,” Laurie was talking to herself, alone in her apartment, staring down at the diaper pin, lying ominously on her coffee table, while her TV played in the background. “But what I saw…”

Suddenly, the image on the TV screen changed, turning into static, a familiar drone slowly overtaking the movie’s soundtrack. “No!” she gasped, shaking her head, dropping her bottle, trying to cover her eyes and her ears. “N-Not again!”

When she dared to open her eyes again, the Horned King was standing in front of her, watching. She whimpered, shaking her head, trying to tell him that he couldn’t have her, that she wasn’t ready, only to feel a warm mush oozing slowly into her diaper, her words dissolving into meaningless babble. She clamped her hands to her diaper uselessly, trying in vain to stop herself from messing herself again, from becoming more and more of a perfect victim for his sacrifice, her mind emptying slowly while her diaper filled…

“It’s all right,” Mommy cooed at her, sliding into the seat beside her, scooping her up. “You’re okay, little one…” Fawn began to cry, snuggling closer into her chest, scared and uncomfortable and increasingly confused, not stopping until Mommy patiently slid down part of her dress, revealing the nursing bra underneath, unhooking it and pressing Fawn up to her breast. Fawn, at first, tried to wriggle away, but, as soon as Mommy had guided her mouth around her nipple, urged her to suck, she couldn’t quite remember why, what had made her so upset…

In the movie, Laurie was trying her hardest to decide on a victim, to decide whether she really believed all this at all, if it was worth it, as the month ticked away, and she grew more and more desperate. Fawn, if anything, was growing calmer as her tummy filled with warm, fresh milk, at least until Mommy decided she was finished, cuddling her on her lap.

Fawn saw the scary man with the horns again, her tears immediately starting back up. “Don’t worry,” Mommy patted the lumpy seat of her diaper. “Mommy isn’t going to let anything happen to you… She’s going to take very good care of you…”

The movie was far too complicated for Fawn to try to keep track of; all she knew was how safe she felt in Mommy’s arms, how nice it felt, having a pacifier slipped between her lips. It didn’t register as Laurie, finally, having waited too long to make a decision, jabbed her best friend with the diaper pin, apologizing immediately, promising to take such good care of her…

And then, to her horror, turning into a baby herself anyway. Fawn certainly didn’t understand the movie flashing back, showing Bela going into Laurie’s luggage, switching out the diaper pin she’d found with one, fresh out of the box, never used, the curse having not had time to spread to it. By then, she was already slowly drifting off, unaware of the ending credits that were starting to play, feeling only Mommy’s kiss on the top of her head…

Fawn let out a gasp, sitting up with a resounding, “Ew!” as the contents of her diaper squelched beneath her bottom. She frowned as she looked around, growing more confused as her eyes adjusted slowly to the dark, the scent of mold gradually creeping in around the edges of the odor of her accident. “Was… Was that a dream?” she mumbled, feeling a huge sense of relief to be able to talk.

She heard the sound of her phone’s text alert, turning to see it sitting in the seat next to her, on top of her clothes, folded up neatly. She picked up her phone, looking at the full signal it claimed to have, at all of the messages she’d missed from her friends wanting to know where she was, getting more and more scared that she wasn’t responding. She ignored them for now, turning on her phone’s flashlight to confirm what she was starting to suspect.

She was in a theater, yes, old and probably at one time ornate, though now it was crumbling, the cloth of the seats and the screen rotting away, the decorations on the wall broken, most of them lying on the floor beneath where they should have been, the air full of dust and who knew what else, floating through the beam of light she was shining around the huge, empty room.

She might have believed there had been something in there that she’d breathed in, that had made her hallucinate everything, if not for the outfit she was wearing. Frantically, she pawed at the snaps on the crotch of the onesie, ripping it open, then tugged at the plastic pants, certain she was trapped in it, that she was going to have to return to college in her dirty diaper, find someone to help her out of them. They did have a lock, yes… But it wasn’t closed. Had it ever been, or could she have taken them off? She was certain it was fastened the first time she’d been diapered, though less so about the second.

“H-Hello?” she called out, skin crawling. There was no response, yet a part of her was positive, as she kept looking around, that she was going to catch a glimpse of someone standing there, wearing a sheet, or robes…

There was nobody, however, as far as she could tell, and she was desperate to get out of this dirty diaper, frantically struggling with the pins, then shoving the soiled cloth as far away as she could. Thankfully, whoever had left her clothes there had left some changing supplies as well. As much as she didn’t want to say she’d liked anything the woman had done to her, she did miss having her there to wipe her off, clean up the mess she’d made.

She was grateful to be back in her own clothes, especially the underwear, before making her way to the exit, the door half hanging off of its hinges as she stepped around it, turning her flashlight towards the lobby, then back the other way, yelping and nearly jumping out of her skin when she saw somebody standing there, looming over her.

Or, rather, something. After a moment, she saw that it was, in fact, a metal skeleton standing there, rusted, some wires poking through the disintegrating latex stretched over it like skin. There was no real hint of what should have been the face left, but, thanks to the red and gold uniform it was wearing, she had no doubt of who – or what, apparently – she was looking at.

Indeed, as she made her way back through the lobby, she found another long-unused robot standing behind the counter, wearing the same uniform, but with a skirt rather than pants. With a shiver, she hurried out of the building, out into the parking lot, the asphalt cracked and crumbling, to her car, hands shaking as she put her keys into the ignition, praying that it would start, that she wouldn’t be trapped here, and then, when the engine roared to life, that she wasn’t going to see anything staring back out at her from inside the building when her headlights came on.

She, of course, couldn’t tell her friends about what had happened, not without sounding crazy. Later on, when she scrolled back through all her missed messages, one of the very first was a warning from one of them, telling her that the flyer they’d found was apparently a prank of some kind. That theater didn’t exist, after all, so they’d found a party to go to instead, sending her the address, expecting her to show up, then getting more and more worried when she didn’t, and didn’t say what she was up to instead.

“I found another party,” she lied. “I should have said something, but I’m a big girl… I can go do things on my own.”

She did feel more like a grown-up now, after that strange… dream, or hallucination, or whatever it had been. Humiliating as it had been, there was a sense of pride, too. She had made it all the way through on her own… And, perhaps, with the help of Mommy. Would any of her friends have been able to do the same?

That lasted until she was getting ready for bed that night, as she washed her hands. She thought, at first, that it was a stray hair or something, frowning as she lifted her finger up closer to her eyes to examine it more closely, seeing that it was actually a tiny scratch.

Her stomach dropped, thinking back to her frenzied rush to remove her diaper. She hadn’t cut herself with the pin… Had she?

In her PJs, she rushed back down to her car, heart pounding as she tapped the theater’s name into her maps app, only to have it come up with no hits. She shook her head, searching back through her history, trying to find it that way, but, according to the app, it hadn’t given her directions anywhere that day.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down. It was too late, too dark, to try to find her way back there now. She’d go to bed, and hopefully wake up and realize that all of it had been one very long dream. That was how it felt when she woke up the next day… Except for the tiny scratch, still there on her finger.

That could have come from anywhere, of course, and the more distance she got from it, the more certain she was that she’d never gone to the theater at all. And yet, as the full moon approached, she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t resist taking a drive. There was no such thing as a curse… But, if there was, it might not be a bad idea to go find one of those diaper pins. There were plenty of mean girls at college who she wouldn’t mind jabbing with a pin, even if it wouldn’t turn them into a baby for a few days a month.

She had to rely solely on her memory, so it was hard to say if her inability to find the theater was because of that, or because it wasn’t there. All she knew, a tank of gas and a wasted Saturday later, was that she had no idea how to get to it, no idea how to confirm that she’d ever been there in the first place, no idea how to stop the curse that may or may not be coming for her.

She had almost convinced herself that obviously it wasn’t, and that she was being silly even entertaining the idea that it was, even feeling nervous the first day of the full moon… Until, that evening, when she heard a knock on her door.

“I told you, Kristen,” she sighed, hauling herself up from her desk to go answer it. “I don’t feel like going out tonight, so just…” She froze, stomach twisting.

“Hello, there, little one,” Mommy smiled down at her, adjusting the diaper bag on her shoulder. Fawn blushed, the memories from that night flooding back, making her feel so very tiny, so helpless, as she looked up at the taller woman.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” she mumbled quietly.

“I told you, sweetie,” Mommy said, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you… And you need your Mommy to take care of you, don’t you?”

Fawn shook her head, glancing down at herself, gasping as she saw how big her clothes had gotten on her, how tiny her body was. “Don’t be silly,” Mommy scooped her up, stepping into her room. “Of course you do!”

Fawn really couldn’t deny it at this point, and, even if she had, she was far too small to stop the woman. At least, she thought, it was only for a few nights a month… And at least it was Mommy, who was mostly concerned with taking care of her. No matter how difficult it was to remember as she was pinned into her diapers, then pulled up against Mommy’s chest to nurse, she knew it could have been much, much worse.

The End

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The Exchange Student – Chapter 16

She couldn’t help herself. Anna knew that, realistically, she would have plenty of opportunities to try it out later, perhaps at more convenient, private times, but everything had been happening so quickly… She’d been having so many first experiences today, and, in a way, it only felt appropriate to have one last one to finish up.

“I-I’ll go wait in Karissa’s room,” Anna told Mrs. Florez. “Th-Thank you…”

Mrs. Florez nodded, looking maybe a bit surprised, yet unbothered. “Of course, dear,” she said. “You can come use the bathroom in here if you’d like. Or, if you use the other, come see me when you’re done, all right?”

“A-All right,” Anna agreed, feeling her cheeks warming up, knowing that she had no intention of doing that. She wasn’t even going to make an effort to get to either bathroom on time… She was going to be using her diaper.

She toddled back to Karissa’s bedroom, the feeling of the Pamper beneath the childish PJs and the fullness in her stomach – whether it was her imagination, being able to notice it so soon, or not – making her head spin with the humiliation of it, the babyishness. Karissa took one look at her and sighed. “You don’t have to wear everything she picks out for you,” she said. “I know you’re trying to be nice, but you can tell her no. She’s just excited that all the junk she kept up in the attic when I told her she should give it all away is finally coming in handy again.”

Anna was tempted to give in, to agree, to play it off like she hated it. Karissa might think that was cooler, or, more mature… She definitely wasn’t going to admit that it was the exact opposite, though it seemed disingenuous to simply go along with the girl. “I don’t think it’s that bad,” she shrugged. “Plus, if I have to go to kindergarten, I need to get used to dressing like this.”

“Huh,” Karissa blinked. “Yeah, I guess you have a point there. They’d definitely think it was weird if you dressed like you were our age.”

Anna smiled, proud of herself for coming up with that, for justifying it without giving away why she actually enjoyed getting to wear such childish things, so much so that she didn’t expect Karissa’s next response. “Though I suppose you didn’t really dress like that anyway.”

Face warming again, Anna started to open her mouth to deny it, before recalling what she’d been wearing on the plane, when she’d first met Karissa. She could pretend she was dressing immaturely for the sake of a cover story all she wanted, but she had been in a onesie before the notion of attending kindergarten had been forced on her.

“I-I like cute stuff,” she said.

“It’s a good thing you do,” Karissa told her. “I have a feeling Mom has plenty of it for you to wear.”

Anna nodded her agreement with that assessment, before, finally, feeling the first actual cramp. She swallowed a gasp, fidgeting in place, the pain, brief as it was, making it obvious to her that everything earlier really had been in her imagination after all. This was real… She squirmed, staring up at Karissa, unable to shake the sensation that she was shrinking, becoming more and more babyish the closer she got to fulfilling her plan. She could change her mind, rush off to the toilet… She wasn’t going to do that, though.

“Y-Yeah,” she replied dreamily. “I-I, uh… I think I’m gonna go ahead and lie down…”

Thankfully, Karissa didn’t find that strange, at least not enough to comment on it. “All right,” she chirped. “Do you want the light off?”

“I-I don’t want to interrupt, if you’re not…” A pang of guilt ran through Anna at cutting Karissa’s evening short when she wouldn’t even have been ready for bed herself quite yet, if not for the trouble brewing in her tummy.

“No, it’s fine,” Karissa assured her. “I probably ought to go to sleep soon, too. Goodnight, Anna.”

“Goodnight,” Anna answered, walking over to her bed, looking at it for a moment, wiggling her padded backside, knowing that, while she technically could change her mind, could get up and rush to the toilet, she wasn’t going to. Once she laid down, pulled the covers up over herself, she was committing. Even if she did get scared at the thought, it would likely be too late for her to do anything about it… If she did get up, there was a good chance she wouldn’t make it in time, and that would be even more embarrassing…

She took a deep breath and sat down, listening to her diaper crinkle, feet dangling beneath her, feeling, for an instant, like she was on the edge of a diving board rather than a bed, ready to take a plunge she didn’t know if she was ready for or not. She still remembered being a little girl, learning how to swim, being so scared to jump off the board into the water at the end of the course. The pool looking so far beneath her from up there, and so deep… And it wasn’t like she would ever have to be able to dive to enjoy the rest of swimming, no matter how much the instructor tried to talk her into it, tell her how easy and fun it was. It wasn’t that Anna didn’t believe them, that she wasn’t jealous of all the other kids she’d seen do it before her. She was just too scared.

There was nobody here to talk her into it now; nobody other than herself. Everyone else would have told her to be a big girl, to go use the potty. The idea of this seemed so fun, so freeing, but she was scared again, scared of how Karissa and Mrs. Florez would react, if they’d make fun of her, if they’d see through her lies…

She wasn’t going to chicken out this time, however. She pulled her legs up onto the bed, lying down, folding the covers over top of herself as the lights switched off. In the darkness, she smiled, nestling in, so cozy in her Pampers, so ready to sleep like a baby…

There was only one thing she had to do first, as she was reminded by another cramp. She bit her bottom lip, wriggling. Should she do it now, get it over with? She didn’t want the suppositories to make her too uncomfortable… But she was curious what they would feel like, if she let them go on, push her to the point of no return… And she knew she might need that to make her actually go through with it.

As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she was able to see a little more, make out the shape of Karissa getting into PJs of her own across the room, though once she realized that was what was going on, she blushed, turned over, hoping that Karissa didn’t hear her diaper crinkling when she did. Not that the other girl would likely have deduced the reason for the movement, assuming it was that rather than Anna simply attempting to find the right position to fall asleep in, but the thought still made Anna blush.

Looking at the wall did make it easier for her to pretend she was alone, even if there was no escaping the fact that she was in Karissa’s bedroom, and not the bathroom, lying down and not sitting up, both helping to keep her aware of how babyish what she was doing was. Only a baby would poop her pants at all, much less while she was in bed…

It also make it more difficult to know how much time had passed, the alarm clock behind her, along with the rest of the room. She didn’t know how long the suppositories were supposed to take to work, either, to be fair, when she ought to expect the inevitable. She did get a hint, however, when she heard a knock at the door.

She froze, curling up tighter under the covers, listening to Karissa open the door. “Oh,” Mrs. Florez said, keeping her voice quiet. “Are you two asleep already?”

“I’m getting there,” Karissa told her. “I think Anna is.”

Anna gulped, hearing something that might have been light footsteps, not daring to sneak a glimpse to see if she was right. Instead, she clamped her eyes shut, just in time to hear Mrs. Florez’s voice right over her. “Silly, sleepy girl,” she said, rubbing Anna’s back, sounding almost disappointed… Or was Anna imagining that? Was she going to ruin everything for her? Was she going to make her get up and use the toilet?! Anna wouldn’t be able to tell her no, not without a good explanation, and her only other option would be to pretend it was too late, mess herself in front of the two of them…

She flinched, feeling the woman’s hand move down to the seat of her diaper. “I had some soaker pads I found that I was going to have her use for overnight,” she told Karissa. “I suppose we’ll see if she needs them or not tonight, huh? I thought they’d be a nice surprise for her anyway, so she definitely wouldn’t have to worry about leaking. But I guess if I wind up having to wash the sheets in the morning, it isn’t the end of the world.”

Anna’s heart began to beat faster and faster the longer Mrs. Florez’s hand stayed on her diaper, terrified that a cramp was going to come and she was going to start filling it up while she was touching it. Maybe she was waiting for that so she could get her cleaned up and back to bed. She also couldn’t help wondering if, assuming that wasn’t her plan, Mrs. Florez was going to say something, tell Karissa about the suppositories, warn her…

“All right,” Mrs. Florez whispered, giving Anna’s diaper one last pat. “Sweet dreams, you two.”

Anna swallowed a sigh of relief, hearing the door close again. She did still have the option to go get changed afterwards, if she wanted… But now, she could also choose not to, claim, in the morning, that she’d been so exhausted she’d slept through the whole thing.

If not for the increasing discomfort leading up to it, it seemed very possible, once it happened. She couldn’t help pondering if – had she been able to genuinely drift off early on – she could have done that, could have taken the suppositories, then woken up in a dirty diaper. That would have been extremely embarrassing…

But was it more embarrassing than being awake for it? For groaning as quietly as she could manage as she squirmed through a cramp, wondering if she ought to give up, if the suppositories didn’t, in fact, make in uncontrollable, just unbearable before realizing, suddenly, as she wriggled in place and felt something unusual in her pants, something thick and mushy, that it had already begun?

Almost without thinking, she plunged her thumb into her mouth, quieting herself as she began to softly grunt, body working, pushing. She hoped the glow of her cheeks wasn’t visible in the darkness as she experienced her diaper slowly swelling, growing to accommodate the mess she was making in it. It was too late to make a difference now, her padding irrevocably soiled, but she did try to stop it, her blush intensifying as she instantly failed, the mass only continuing to expand around her bottom.

Here she was, she told herself, lying in bed in these childish PJs, sucking her thumb and pooping her Pampers, utterly incapable of stopping, or even slowing, the humiliating mudslide. She deserved to be going to kindergarten next week, instead of high school… If anything, that was too mature for her! Only a true toddler would be doing this, would have chosen to let all of this happen… So that must be what she was…

She felt her bladder let go as she finished up, had neither the strength nor the will to attempt to stop it. She snuggled under the blankets, overwhelmed at the experience, feeling the mushy load following her every move, inescapable, a constant reminder of what she’d done, of what she was. She could, theoretically, have gotten up and toddled to Mrs. Florez’s room to ask for a change… But there was no way she was going to do that. She wasn’t confident her legs would even work right now… And she wanted to know what it was like to wake up like this, to start the first full day of her temporary life here, in this new country, in a full diaper.

She only dared to wiggle in place for a while, not wanting Karissa to see her moving too much, but before long, she couldn’t resist, had to reach back, press her hand to the lumpy seat of her diaper, through the covers and her PJ shorts, marvel at the size of it, give it a press. She giggled quietly as it squished, making her feel that much more infantile. She’d really filled her diaper right to the brim, and now she was stuck in her mushy pants until morning… Not that she was going to complain. She was very tempted to sit up all the way, flat on her bottom; unfortunately, that was too risky, too big of a movement. And, as tingly as she was feeling between her legs, she didn’t dare reach down there, either, definitely not want Karissa to catch her touching herself with her diaper in this state.

The excitement of it all made her worry she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep anytime soon, but it happened sooner than she expected, whether that was thanks to the exertion, or how babyish the end result made her feel. She vaguely thought to herself that she ought to try to wake up early, to be sure she was up before anyone else, though by the time that occurred to her, she was already drifting off, too sleepy to be able to guarantee that the plan had sunken in.

Who will wake Anna up?

Anna herself?

Karissa?

Mrs. Florez?

Mr. Florez?

Or Aidan?

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The Marathon – Chapter 4

Maybe it was all that sugar she’d been eating today that was making her feel slightly sick, or maybe it was the thought of what she was planning on doing, of going to find that woman dressed as a Mommy again in the hopes of getting her panties back. At this point, though, it was probably the sugar that was keeping her going, so she got herself some more candy and soda, and a ticket to The White Altar, whatever that was going to turn out to be, and made a bee-line for the bathroom, hoping that the woman would be there.

“Oh, sweetie,” the woman shook her head almost as soon as Fawn stepped into the bathroom. “What did you do?”

“Wh-What do you mean?” Fawn blushed and squirmed. Could she really tell already?!

“You leaked all over your skirt, silly girl!” the woman chastised her. “If you needed protection this badly, you should have told me!”

“Wh-What?!” Fawn squeaked, looking into the mirror, feeling a little bit faint as she saw that there was, indeed, a tiny wet spot on her skirt. ‘All over’ was definitely an exaggeration, but there was a good chance the usherette had noticed. It must have been that last scare, she thought to herself, that person who had snuck into the auditorium in costume… Had they been able to tell, too, what they’d made her do?! She hated giving them that satisfaction.

And she hated being here, in leaking trainers, facing this much taller, more mature woman, smirking down at her. It was, she supposed, a good thing she hadn’t let the usher, at least, see her this way, as cute as he was, and she would have felt guilty if she’d leaked onto the theater’s seats…

No! She shook her head, mortified that she was thinking that way. She wouldn’t be leaking any more, because it wasn’t like she needed these things! She didn’t have accidents! This had come about solely because the doors to the auditorium had been locked, so she couldn’t make it to the bathroom! And because she’d been scared, yes, but at least she knew that person was here now, so surely she’d be able to contain her reaction a little better.

“Naughty girl,” the woman sighed. “I ought to spank your bottom for letting me send you out in training panties when you knew you needed a nice, thick diaper instead.”

“N-No, I don’t!” Fawn protested, reaching for the door, unsure what she would do if she got out it, if she was going to spend the rest of the day in wet pants or what, but it didn’t matter because of course she didn’t make it. The woman hand closed around her wrist, yanked her away from the door, back towards the stall where Fawn was horrified to see a full changing table waiting, crammed in beside the toilet.

Was that customary for older buildings to have? She had no idea… It certainly seemed odd that it was more than large enough for her to be lifted up onto it, the woman not having to strain at all, proving exactly how hopeless it would be for Fawn to attempt to fight back against her.

“We’ll just get rid of all of this for now,” the woman said, tugging off Fawn’s shoes and socks. “They might have gotten a little wet.”

“No, they didn’t!” Fawn whined, kicking her feet in vain, which did nothing to stop her clothes from being removed, and, instead, prompted the woman to grab her wrists, forcing them up towards the top of the changing table, wrapping thick, yet soft, straps around them and locking them into place. That also didn’t feel like it would have been standard issue, Fawn thought to herself as she thrashed and groaned.

“Goodness,” the woman clucked, sliding down Fawn’s skirt, exposing the trainers. “Absolutely soaked! What have you been drinking, young lady? I’d say this calls for a double diaper!”

“No, it doesn’t!” Fawn insisted, flashing back to her glimpse into the woman’s diaper bag, into how massive those diapers had looked. “Pl-Please, stop it!”

As soon as the training pants were off her ankles, her feet were strapped down as well, leaving her completely helpless, unable to do anything to stop the woman from wiping her soggy crotch clean, then pulling out one of the diapers and sliding it under her wiggling bottom. Fawn gasped, the cloth so much bigger and bulkier than even the trainers had been, almost feeling like a pillow under her. There was no denying that this was a diaper… And it was about to be pinned onto her.

“Please, don’t do this!” Fawn sniffed. “I-I’m not a little girl! I’m a college student! I-I don’t need diapers!”

“You very clearly do,” the woman countered. “And I’d say it’s about time somebody put you into them.”

“No!” Fawn squealed as the diaper was pulled up between her legs, the thickness of it pushing her thighs apart. “M-My friends are gonna be here!”

“Then I hope one of them will be responsible enough to change these for you,” the woman told her. Fawn whimpered, imagining her friends seeing her this way, much less her having to waddle up to them and ask for a fresh diaper…

The second layer went on, Fawn uncertain if she’d be able to walk at all with it, and then, at last, the woman unfastened Fawn’s ankles… Only to pull a pair of loud, crinkly, orange plastic pants up the girl’s legs. They barely seemed to fit over the huge diaper she was wearing, but after a few tugs, the woman got them into place… And pulled something tight around the waist before Fawn heard a click.

She couldn’t see what it was until her hands were freed as well, until the woman helped her sit up, since she couldn’t manage it on her own at first, until she was sat on the edge of the changing table, feet dangling, stomach churning as she looked down at herself, lifting the hem of her oversized sweater. There had been some part of her that had known what it was, yet that did little to soften the blow of seeing the tiny lock there, trapping her in her diapers.

“B-But… H-How am I s’posed to use the potty like this?” she nibbled her bottom lip anxiously.

“Oh, sweetie,” the woman chuckled. “You don’t use the potty anymore. You’re going to be using your diapers from now on. Won’t that be nice?”

“No!” Fawn sulked, crossing her arms, her protest getting only a bemused chuckle from the woman while she pulled a pair of ankle socks onto Fawn’s feet, following them up with a pair of shiny, black Mary Janes.

Fawn’s sweater was just long enough that it could almost have been mistaken for a dress, making the whole outfit somehow make sense together now, as if she’d left her dorm like this intentionally… Except, of course, that it made her look like someone far too young to be attending college, staying in a dorm, or anywhere else, on her own…

She was, at least, able to stand after all when the woman set her down on her feet on the floor, and could even, after a moment or two of psyching herself up, take a step, though it really qualified more as a toddle, technically. Her sweater did look like it could have been a dress, but not one anywhere near long enough to cover more than the top half, if that, of her diaper, no matter how hard she pulled. As soon as she waddled out of the bathroom, everyone was going to know exactly what she was wearing…

“Go on, then,” the woman smiled, giving Fawn a pat on the bottom that she could barely feel through her double diapers, yet that she was able to hear quite well. “Mommy will change you after your next movie.”

“No!” Fawn shook her head, more out of fear than defiance. She couldn’t leave this room until she got her own clothes back… But how was she going to do that?!

“No?” the woman raised an eyebrow. “Did you tell Mommy no, little one? Maybe you really do need a spanking.”

“N-No!” Fawn sniffled, her stomach lurching as the woman took her by the hand again. It was a small relief that she was led not back into the stall but towards the door to the lobby, but only a very, very small one, especially as the door was pushed open and she instantly felt like everyone was staring at her.

“Do I need to walk you to your screen, too?” the woman demanded, Fawn shaking her head, retrieving her snacks from the bench quietly. “Is that what you’re eating?” she asked. “How much of that have you had, young lady?”

“I-I don’t know,” Fawn squirmed. “N-Not much?”

“I was so busy worrying about your diapers, I didn’t think to check your hands,” the woman told her, turning Fawn’s hand over and examining it. “Just as I thought… Messy again.” She took a wipe from her diaper bag to clean Fawn’s hands off with, then produced a large baby bottle of milk and a small paper bag, giving them to Fawn. “I think these are much more appropriate snacks for you,” she said. “And I expect you to finish them up by the time the movie is over.”

With that, she took Fawn’s candy and soda from the bench and vanished back into the bathroom, Fawn hearing a click. She gave the door an experimental push, confirming that it was, indeed, locked. She whimpered, staring down at her diaper, realizing that she had no choice now, at least until the movie started, anyway, and presumably the woman would leave to watch whatever she wanted to see next.

She peeked into the bag, pouting at the sight of a bunch of plain Cheerios, far less appetizing than her candy had been. She could have gone back to the usherette and gotten some more… But she wanted as few people as possible to see her this way.

It was unfortunate, then, that she knew she was going to have to walk right up to the usher, diapers showing beneath her sweater, bottle of milk in her hands. If there had ever been any chance she’d have a shot with him, it was going to be gone now… Not that she knew anything about him, or had spoken more than a handful of words to him, and heard even fewer from him.

That didn’t make it any less humiliating, toddling up to him, hearing a chorus of “Aww”s from all of the Mommies she passed, many of them, if they were close enough, even daring to reach down, give her bottom a pat.

If it hadn’t been for the diapers, maybe she would have gotten up the courage to at least ask about what had happened last time, about the doors being locked. As it was, as soon as she got to the usher, felt his eyes on her, she was unable to say anything, do anything other than meekly hand over her ticket and tug at the hem of her sweater, for all the good that was going to do her.

As wild a coincidence it was that he was in front of the right auditorium for her again, she could hardly bring herself to feel surprised by it, or by him saying only, “Right this way,” again. She was grateful he didn’t mention, or react to, her diapers… At the same time, however, it was weird that he hadn’t even blinked, as if he considered it just as natural for her to be in them as in her old outfit.

Her plastic pants sounded so very loud as she waddled into the empty auditorium, and when she sat down, it was almost comical how much higher she was, thanks to all the extra padding underneath her, making her feet dangle well off the floor, like she was back sitting on the edge of the changing table. She groaned, pawing at the lock around her waist, although, even if she had been able to get it off, she’d still have to keep at least one of the diapers on, since she had nothing else to wear under her sweater.

She didn’t like milk at all, but the way the woman had told her she expected her to finish it did prompt her to at pick it up, try to unscrew the top for a moment before giving up and slipping the nipple into her mouth, giving it a suck.

It wasn’t cow’s milk, that was for sure. She didn’t know what it was, but it was a bit too thick for that, a bit too sweet. She had some suspicions about what it might be, though that seemed too gross, too bizarre, for even the weirdo in the bathroom to do to her… Probably it was just formula, which wasn’t that much better, honestly.

The Cheerios, as far as she could tell, were just Cheerios. They tasted fine… She did feel very babyish sitting there in her diapers munching on them, however, knowing how much little kids liked them as a snack.

The movie didn’t help take her mind off of things, either. It opened with a woman stumbling out of a building in the middle of the night in what appeared to be a small, seaside town, wearing a tiny white dress, barely longer than Fawn’s sweater, and a huge diaper, nearly as thick as Fawn’s.

What was going on with this marathon?! Fawn didn’t consider herself that knowledgeable about older movies, but she’d seen enough to know that they didn’t all feature adults in diapers… Was that the theme of this marathon? She hadn’t seen any mention of it anywhere, yet the prevalence of them was undeniable, and, considering how she was dressed now, somewhat disconcerting.

The woman waddled through the town, frowning at the signs on the buildings, looking perplexed by them, before finally coming across a trio of people walking out of a pub, two guys and a girl. She rushed up to them, struggling to say something to them, seeming confused when all that came out of her mouth was baby babble, the three people laughing it off, assuming she was drunk, too.

She watched them go, stomping her foot in frustration, only to see, as they passed out of frame, a figure in a dark cloak, horns coming out from the hood, just like in the poster.

The shot held on the woman for a while, staring in fear, and it took Fawn most of it to realize why, to spot the seat of the woman’s diaper swelling, expanding out behind her. Fawn let out a gasp for her, her own cheeks burning. She had peed her pants, yes, and even if it hadn’t been her fault, it was humiliating… That, though… She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that was, but seeing it now, on the big screen, was giving her far more of an idea of it than she wanted.

Finally, the shot cut to another woman, one who looked similar, yet not identical, sitting up in bed, gasping. “I saw her,” she told a very prim and proper looking man at the breakfast table. “My sister is here, I know it.”

“Now, now, Eve,” the man told her. “Dreams can be important, yes, but you can’t go relying on them.”

“But it felt so real, Uncle Walter,” Eve said. “She was right out on the street I drove in on yesterday.”

“See?” Walter shook his head. “Your mind combined what you saw with what is forefront in your mind right now, that’s all.”

“I don’t know, Uncle Walter,” she frowned. “I think she’s still here.”

“You are, of course, welcome to stay as long as you like,” he smiled. “This is your house as much as it is mine, and it is wonderful to see you again. I hope you’re right… The only thing that would make this more like old times would be to have Eden here as well.”

“I’m not so sure,” Eve replied. “If she is here, I think she’s in grave danger…”

Eve was there in that same town the girl from the dream had been running through, searching for her sister, who had gone missing after visiting their huge ancestral estate, which her uncle Walter cared for. She wandered through the town, talking to people, showing them a picture of Eden, but nobody seemed to know anything that Eve didn’t already.

“Yes, I know she was here then,” she told one shopkeeper impatiently. “What about after that? Have you seen her since then, maybe last night?”

“No, I haven’t,” he responded. “She must have moved on, and I suggest you do the same.”

After a fruitless search, Eve returned back to the estate, where Walter gave her the same advice. Eve seemed almost ready to believe him, to try a nearby town the next day, but in her dreams that night, she saw her sister again, this time surrounded by more figures in cloaks in addition to the one with horns, still in the dress and diaper, being led to a white altar on a cliffside overlooking the sea.

She was much more docile this time, calmer… Until the one with horns produced a large, curved dagger. She stared at it, starting to cry, the figures in cloaks whispering to one another before the one with horns walked up to her, putting the knife away, whispering a word that Fawn couldn’t hear as it stroked Eden’s hair.

Fawn blushed in solidarity as she saw the woman’s diaper ballooning outwards again, not at all a fan of this reminder of what the thing she was wearing was for, of how often it seemed to be coming up.

“Soon,” was the only word spoken out loud, as Eden sat on the ground, appearing dazed, starting to drool…

“She is here!” Eve insisted at breakfast the next day. “Those cliffs… I haven’t thought about them in years, but we would have picnics there, as children.”

“Then being here reminded you of them,” Walter told her. “I’ve already booked you a hotel in Greymarsh. I think I recall her saying something about wanting to visit there. If you don’t find anything, perhaps you can come back and try again…”

“No!” Eve shook her head. “I don’t think she has much time…”

She had Walter take her to the cliffside, where, of course, there was no trace of her sister, or even the altar. “It was here,” she frowned. “It was right here!”

“It was a dream,” he said gently. “I’ll move your reservation at Greymarsh until tomorrow, all right?”

Eve stared at the spot from her dream for a long moment before nodding. “All right… I’m sure you’re right, Uncle.”

That evening, however, she decided to go out for a drink at the pub, feeling sorry for herself for wasting so much time here, when her sister was clearly elsewhere, only to spot a trio of familiar looking people at one of the tables.

“Excuse me?” she asked, walking up to them uncertainly. “I know this is a strange question, but were you here a couple nights ago?”

“We’re here most nights,” one of the men replied.

“When you left, did you see her?” Eve took the picture of her sister out of her pocket, showing it to them. “I think she was wearing…”

“A diaper, yeah,” the woman chuckled. “Yeah, I remember that. It was odd, but, you know, I suppose if you can’t hold your liquor, it’s better to be prepared.” She gave Eve a playful wink. “You don’t have that problem, do you?”

“Where did she go?!” Even demanded, ignoring his question.

“We didn’t stick around to find out,” the third shrugged. “Calm down, lady.”

She didn’t calm down, though, storming back to the estate and to her uncle’s study. “She is here!” she announced. “They saw her! I knew it wasn’t a dream! We have to go out right now and find her before…!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Walter said. “I’m sure, wherever she is, she’s tucked away safely in bed this time of night, as you should be.”

“No!” she refused. “We have to go back to the cliffs! She might be there, and…!”

Walter sighed, shook his head, and turned on the huge, old television sitting in his study. The television turned on, filling with static, flashes of other images Fawn couldn’t quite make out, even when the projection screen filled entirely with it, the soundtrack of the movie becoming an unsettling, low drone, mixed with hints of what she almost thought were nursery rhyme tunes, for far longer than felt necessary, though Fawn realized she couldn’t keep from staring at it as long as it was up there, as mesmerized as Eve was when the shot finally cut away, showing the rest of the study again.

“Oh, Eve,” Walter sighed, stroking her hair. “Why couldn’t you have just left well enough alone?”

If Eve dreamed that night, the movie didn’t show it, simply cutting to her sitting up in bed as if she had just woken up, this time her nose wrinkling as she wriggled in place, slowly peeling aside her covers to reveal a diaper… One that Fawn could see, as the woman shifted and turned in bed, reaching back to poke at it, was quite lumpy…

“Good morning, dear,” Walter greeted her as she meekly poked her head into the dining room, in her normal clothes. “Sleep well?”

“U-Uncle Walter?” she blushed. “D-Did you put me in…?”

“I apologize. You arrived home last night drunk out of your mind,” he told her. “I thought it for the best… For the sake of your mattress.”

“I-I was..?” Eve blinked, shaking her head. “Yes, I suppose I did go to the pub… I-I don’t remember anything past that.”

“Well, it seemed you’d had quite a lot to drink, so I’m not surprised. I know you’re concerned for your sister, but perhaps it would be better to go home for now and wait to see if she contacts you. I think this may all be too much for you right now.”

“No,” she said. “No, you mentioned Greymarsh… I’ll try there.”

On her way out of town, however, she caught a glimpse of a cloaked figure, like in her dreams, down an alley. She pulled her car over, hopping out and rushing over to investigate, finding nothing there, except a window she could peer through, seeing a young woman from trio she’d seen in her dream – and at the bar, which she apparently didn’t remember – sitting there, staring blankly at a television, showing what appeared to be the same static as in Walter’s study, or, at the very least, that gave Fawn the same uneasy feeling as the movie screen once more filled with it.

Fawn whimpered, squirming in her seat, not liking this at all. She couldn’t do anything about it, though, couldn’t turn away, couldn’t get out of her seat, couldn’t even raised her hand to wipe away the drool she felt dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

As soon as it ended, she shook her head, knowing something was wrong. “No,” she mumbled to herself, hopping out of her seat, her knees feeling very unsteady. She wasn’t epileptic, as far as she knew, had never had issues with flashing lights, but she’d never encountered anything quite like what the movie was showing her, either, never had anything make her feel this way. She quickly waddled down the aisle, towards the door, wanting to get out of here, preferring to sit in the lobby, even in her diapers, than risk going through that again…

The door was locked. She knew, in the pit of her stomach, that the emergency exit would be, too, though that didn’t stop her from toddling down and trying it, confirming that she was trapped here. It hadn’t been a fluke last time, she realized… Once she was in one of the movies, there was no leaving until it was over.

The woman from the bar had not fared as well as Fawn, or Eve, not having a diaper on to help catch the mess in the seat of her pants, which felt strangely graphic for a movie from this time. Like Eden in the dream, she didn’t appear able to speak real, adult words when Eve broke in, trying to help her, babbling and sucking her thumb as Eve led her through the village back to her uncle.

“Something is wrong with her!” she told him. “I-I think it’s the same thing that happened to Eden!”

“Oh, Eve,” Walter sighed, shaking his head. “Why couldn’t you have left well enough alone? It’s bad enough your sister had to go poking around… I would have liked to spare at least one of you.”

Eve opened her mouth, confused, only to be silenced as her uncle turned the television on again. “No!” Fawn whimpered, raising her hands to block the sight… But she couldn’t do anything about the sound, which made her hands drop down to her side, the screen’s images blaring right into her eyes, right, it felt, into her brain.

It was hard, coming out of it, to concentrate fully on what was going on in the movie, but Eve was in a white dress and diaper now, like Eden had been in the dream, right alongside the woman from the bar, both of their diapers messy as they sat in an oversized nursery. The door opened, and a figure in a cloak stepped in, Eve scrambling away as it pushed back its hood, revealing Walter.

“I did what I could, Eve,” he sighed. “This was supposed to be for the best. The Horned King demands his sacrifices, and they must be innocent. It seemed barbaric, relying on actual children, but we found a way to take adults, wipe their minds, make them acceptably innocent for him… I didn’t want to have to use it on you, Eve. I didn’t. I thought I had fine-tuned it enough so that it would make you push out just enough of your grown-up thoughts into your diaper to forget about all this… It would hardly be a sacrifice if it was easy, though, would it?”

He reached down to brush her hair out of her eyes, Eve pushing his hand away defiantly, even as she let out a string of baby babble. “Not yet, hmm?” he smiled sadly. “Maybe we’ll have a chance to have another picnic, then, out on the cliffs, like old times…”

He took the hand of the other girl, who went along willingly, without question. Eve grabbed at her other hand, only to have her uncle turn the television on once more.

Fawn knew, of course, that this was a movie, that these images couldn’t have the same affect on her… But it did feel like it was doing something inside her head as she wiggled in her seat, helpless to stop it. She felt, drained, vulnerable, by the time it cut away, showing the girl from the bar being led out onto the cliffside, to the white altar, the Horned King waiting there to take her from Walter, helping her up onto it, lifting his knife…

She was relieved not to have to see the actual sacrifice… Until, instead, it cut right back to the static one last time. This time, almost instantly, she could tell something was different, though it took a while, a lot of squirming, to realize what it was, to be able to hear the sound of her own grunting and straining over the sound coming from the speakers, to recognize that her diaper was slowly, but surely, filling up with soft, warm, squishy mush…

“I-I’m pooping my pants!” she squealed in shock. That wasn’t accurate, however, she knew… She was pooping her diaper, and, try as she might, wriggling in her seat, toes curling in her Mary Janes, she couldn’t stop it. She had been so insistent that she didn’t need them, that she was a big girl, and now she was doing the most humiliating thing she could think of in them! And, if the movie was true, that might not be the worst of it…

But of course it wasn’t true! That was silly! And yet… Here she was, sitting in the middle of a theater in a very dirty, very thick diaper, just like those girls she’d seen on screen. She frowned, furrowing her brow, trying to think, though, of course, if she had forgotten something, if she had pushed some of her big girl thoughts into her diaper just now, how would she know what they were?

As soon as the credits started, as soon as the static stopped and she could, she tore her eyes away from the screen, not wanting to run the risk of them showing more of it. She barely remembered to grab the remnants of her snacks, and only because she knew the woman probably wouldn’t be happy if she didn’t get the bottle back – and, considering the state her diaper was in, Fawn couldn’t risk having the woman any more unhappy with her – and rushed for the door, nose wrinkling as her dirty diaper squelched and squished at the movement, the extra mass slowing her down even more.

She pulled open the door to the lobby, and immediately let out a shriek, stumbling back and away from the figure in a sheet on the other side, waiting for her, axe in hand. She lost her balance, grabbing out for whatever she could, snatching a handful of the sheet, which did nothing to stop her from falling flat onto her backside, whimpering as she landed on the mess, spreading it thoroughly throughout the few remaining clean spots in her diaper, as her bladder let go like it had last time she’d been scared by this person, although now that was hardly her biggest concern.

“Leave me alone!” she demanded, grateful that she could speak at all, pulling herself backwards, away from the person in costume from Camp Nightmare… When she looked up at them, however, she was stunned to see that it was, in fact… herself.

“W-Wait…” she sniffed. “Th-That’s impossible…” She didn’t have a twin, or even a sister… There was no way someone who looked this much like her would just happen to be here at the same time, would just happen to have decided to wear that costume, not when this was so similar to the reveal from that movie…

But, sure enough, there was another her, dressed like she had been when she’d first come into the theater, standing over her, snickering, then starting to laugh, pointing down at her. “N-No, stop it!” Fawn whined, shaking her head. “G-Go away!”

There was no sign the other her was going anywhere, though, and Fawn knew that the longer she sat here in her messy diaper, the more chance there would be for the usher to come find her here, so, finally, she worked up the courage to push herself to her feet, pushing past the thing in the doorway. As soon as she touched it, it dissolved into nothing, taking the sheet – which she’d hoped to use to hide her diaper in the lobby – with it.

Moving as fast as she could, she toddled through the theater, heading straight for the front door, not caring about the last movie, not caring about her outfit, just needing to get out of this place. When she reached it, however, she froze, seeing the Horned King standing outside by her car, knife drawn, seemingly staring right at the door, like it was waiting for her.

She backed away, shaking her head. What was she going to do?! The only thing she could, it seemed, was to return to the counter, pushing aside how humiliating it was, letting the usherette see her in her messy diaper.

“Y-You hafta help!” she pleaded. “C-Call the police or something!”

“Movie?” the usherette asked.

“No!” Fawn stomped her foot. “No, I don’t wanna see another movie! You hafta help me get out of here!”

“Full marathon,” the usherette said, pointing down at Fawn’s hand, at the crib bars stamped on there.

Fawn gulped, rubbing at the ink, which refused to smear off. “N-No, I don’t want the full marathon anymore,” she said. “I wanna go home! B-But I can’t get out, there’s…!”

“No,” the usherette confirmed, the word sending a chill down her spine, despite – or, perhaps because – it sounded no different than ever, regardless of how frantic she was being. “Full marathon.”

“Wh-What is this place?” Fawn whimpered.

“Movie?” the usherette demanded.

“Fine!” Fawn shook her head. “Fine, just give me a ticket to…”

She couldn’t quite recall, suddenly, what the names of the movies were. She frowned, glancing at the counter, at the list of movie titles… But she had no idea what it said. She’d been able read them before… Hadn’t she?

Her eyes darted over to the boxes of candy, growing more and more frantic as it dawned on her what the problem was, everything on them just as cryptic as the list of movies. She had, indeed, pushed out more than the mess stinking up the seat of her diaper…

“Movie?” the usherette asked once more.

“I don’t know!” Fawn whined, stomping her foot again. “I can’t read!” And she had to hope that was all she’d lost…

“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” the woman from the bathroom demanded, giving Fawn a sharp swat to the backside. “I’m sure you’re grumpy because you had a little accident, but that doesn’t give you any excuse to speak to a grown-up that way!”

“I-I’m a grown-up!” Fawn insisted.

“You haven’t even learned to keep your diapers clean yet, much less read,” the woman told her. “How can you be a grown-up? You’re just lucky that you already paid for the full marathon, little one, or I’d take you home and put you in time-out right now.”

“N-No, I can’t go home with you,” Fawn shook her head, even as the woman picked her up, resting her on her hip like she would any other toddler, demonstrating how easy it would be for her to walk out of there with her, how little Fawn could do about it. She had to find a way out of here, away from all of this… She was afraid of what might happen at the next movie, but she also didn’t know if she could get out the door without the Horned King getting her. If she didn’t escape now, however, there would be no leaving until the last movie was over, no matter what that might mean, what that might unleash… “I-I hafta go back to college…”

“What you have to do,” the woman said, giving the blushing girl in her arms a bounce, “is show the nice lady what movie you want to see, and then come get your diaper changed. And where is your baba? Mommy wants to see how much of her milk you drank.”

Fawn’s stomach churned, praying that those words didn’t mean what she thought they did, that it hadn’t been breastmilk in that bottle, even if that was exactly what she’d been afraid of after her first sip. “B-But I don’t know what they are!” she protested.

“Just point, silly,” the woman told her. “Or Mommy will pick for you.”

Will Fawn pick…

…The first movie on the list?

…The second?

…The third?

…The fourth?

…The fifth?

…The sixth?

…Or none of them?

How much of Mommy’s snacks did Fawn finish?

Just a taste?

Most of them?

Or all of them?

And should Fawn try to escape before the movie starts?

Yes?

Or no?

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Yes, Daddy

Shayna didn’t like to think of herself as shallow. Picky, maybe, perhaps even a bit snobby at times, but not shallow. She was very particular about what she liked, what she wanted, which was probably why she was so good at cosplay, at getting her costumes just right.

So Halloween was a tricky time for her. On one hand, she absolutely loved it, more than Christmas in some ways, and she adored the attention she got when she showed up to a party in one of her cosplays. On the other hand, she did spend a good portion of the night most years snarking about how little effort most people her age put into their costumes. It was different, she knew, dressing up only for Halloween and what she did, yet she still felt like they should try a tad harder.

Which was why her reaction to him was so strange. His costume was one of the laziest she’d seen that night, if not ever, consisting entirely of a headband with red devil horns on it, and no shirt. It was the kind of thing hot guys liked to do as an excuse to show off their bodies, though normally, they might go through the trouble of painting themselves red, or pinning a tail to the back of their pants, buying a cheap plastic pitchfork, perhaps putting in some creepy coloring contacts.

He had done none of that. It was just the horns… And, for some reason, Shayna couldn’t take her eyes off of him regardless. It was true that he was hot, that he was exactly the sort of guy she’d expect to wear a ‘costume’ like that, but she’d seen plenty of those on other Halloweens, and even tonight; she’d never had a reaction like this to one of them.

It was times like these that she almost wished she went for sexier characters herself, rather than sticking with the more cutesy, innocent ones. She had never felt like she had the figure to pull the former off, yet she was certain, purely by looking at him, that he would never give her the time of day as she was now, in a modest schoolgirl uniform, toting a ridiculous, if intricately recreated, giant fantasy weapon behind her.

Nevertheless, the more she found herself gawking at him from across the room, the more she knew she had to try. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she had a couple more than usual to work up the courage, then awkwardly made her way over to him. “So,” she said, as seductively as she could manage, “what does a girl have to do to make a deal with the devil?”

A shiver ran down her body as he looked down at her, feeling his eyes on her, almost seeming to see through her. “Hmm,” a corner of his mouth turned up, bemused. “Let me see your phone.” Shayna blinked, taken aback for a moment before handing it over. “You know what you can do, little girl? You can go home and put yourself in a diaper, where you belong, and then take all of your panties out to the back yard, arranged into this pattern, and set them on fire. And as they burn, I want you to masturbate in your diaper as you think about how you’re never going to wear big girl undies again.”

He slipped the phone back into her hand, Shayna too numb, at first, to look down at the symbol he’d drawn on there with his finger. How could he possibly have known?! She’d never told anyone she was curious about diapers, that she fantasized about having someone put her back into them, force her to wear them…

“Wh-What?!” she squeaked a little too loud, trying a little too hard to laugh it off. “Wh-Why would I do that?!”

Her knees went weak as he put a finger under her chin, lifting it up, making her look him in the eyes. “Because that’s the only way you’re going to see me again, little girl.”

Shayna couldn’t get the thought out of her head, not least of all because she had a few diapers at home, in her closet, that she’d bought in a sample pack and still hadn’t gotten the nerve to try. She wound up leaving the party early, changing out of her costume and into her normal clothes, dark jeans and a comfy black shirt, and then digging out the sample pack.

“Should I?” she pondered out loud. He had told her to, and even if it wasn’t quite what she dreamed about, it was probably the closest she was going to get, considering how bashful she always got when she thought about confessing her secret to anyone. “I-I guess Daddy said I have to, so…”

It was more difficult than she’d anticipated, getting the sides pulled up just right, the tapes fastened exactly the way she wanted, but she knew from the moment she sat down on the open diaper, heard it crackling beneath her, felt the bulk of it, that it would be worth it, and it absolutely was. She was still a bit tipsy, yet she was sure it was the feel of the diaper that was making her feel the most intoxicated, wiggling her bottom, poking at it, sliding her pants up over it and giggling at the way the padding was so bulky, the jeans wouldn’t even cover them completely, stopping well short of the waistband, especially in the back.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said softly into the night, too self-conscious to speak too loudly, despite being alone in her own house. “I’m a good little girl… I put on my d-diapers… Now what?”

But, of course, nothing happened.

The Marathon – Chapter 3

Fawn gulped as she stared up at the woman, squirming in place. It was embarrassing, letting this stranger wash her hands for her, but she felt so small next to her… If she really wanted to get this into her costume, Fawn suspected there wasn’t much she could do about it. And she did need to finish washing her hands, anyway, so, she supposed there was no real harm in it, other than to her pride.

“There’s a good girl,” the woman cooed, turning the water on, guiding Fawn’s hands gently, yet firmly, under the flow, rinsing them off. “It’s lucky I caught you before you wiped these all over your pretty clothes!”

“I wouldn’t have!” Fawn pouted, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The oversized, retro, black jack o’ lantern sweater she was wearing had been way too expensive for that. It was cute, though, and super comfy, so it had seemed a perfect fit for sitting and watching a bunch of movies, even ignoring how festive the design was for today. The orange skirt she was wearing with it had mostly been chosen for the color, and was honestly pretty old, a bit faded, but also comfortable because of that. And it had pockets, which was always a plus.

“Uh-huh,” the woman smiled condescendingly. “That’s what they all say, dear.” She moved Fawn’s hands over to the soap, squeezing some on before rubbing them together. “You aren’t fooling anyone, certainly not Mommy.”

Fawn rolled her eyes. “Right,” she said, starting to regret humoring the woman. She could appreciate her trying to get into character, to a degree; somehow, hearing her refer to herself that way seemed like taking it too far.

Or so she thought, until the woman went even further. “Here we are!” the woman exclaimed, rinsing Fawn’s hands off once more, then taking a paper towel and wiping them dry. “Now that we have your hands spick and span, we’d better see how your panties are doing.”

It was so absurd, such an invasion of her privacy, that it took Fawn a moment to process what was happening as the woman reached down, grabbing the hem of her skirt. “H-Hey!” she squealed, her own hands shooting down, clamping around the garment anxiously. “What the hell, lady?!”

“Excuse me?” the woman’s eyebrows raised. “What did you say to me, little one?”

“This isn’t funny anymore!” Fawn tugged at her skirt, trying to yank it free now, rather than just keep it in place.

“No, it isn’t,” the woman agreed. “If you can’t be trusted to keep your hands clean, I shudder to imagine the state of your undies after a big, long movie. But don’t worry…” She gave the bag at her side a pat. “Mommy has the perfect thing to help you with that.”

She couldn’t possibly mean… Fawn’s face lit up bright red, her struggle intensifying.

“Don’t be scared,” the woman chuckled. “I can tell you aren’t a Mommy, and that only leaves one possibility.”

Fawn shook her head, seeing the stamp on her back of her hand as it attempted, desperately, to overpower the larger woman, the sight reminding her of the end of the movie, of that crib, of that little girl who looked suspiciously similar to the lead actress, in that huge, bulky cloth diaper…

It was only a movie, of course… But it was a movie this woman seemed much too into. “Come on, dear,” the woman urged. “You’ve been so good so far… I’d hate for you to get yourself in trouble now!”

Fawn gasped as she lost her grip, as her skirt was lifted up, letting the woman see the underwear beneath. She blushed, mortified, as they were examined, thoroughly, the woman even daring to run a finger along the crotch of them. “Hmm,” she said when she was finished. “I guess you have done a good job so far.”

“Of course I have!” Fawn snatched her skirt free, glaring at the woman. “I don’t know who you are, or why you think you can…”

Her words trailed off as the woman opened up her bag, revealing the contents, her mind reeling, seeing that it did, indeed, include exactly what she’d feared: stacks of poofy, cloth diapers and plastic pants. They didn’t look like cheap Halloween props or costumes, either… They were the real thing. She took a step backwards, eyeing the door behind the woman.

“Since you’ve been a good girl for me, mostly, and you’ve stayed dry this long, I’m going to give you another chance.”

“B-But I already did!” Fawn whined. “I-I don’t need another…”

Her nose wrinkled as the woman pulled something out of her bag, something she might have mistaken for a pair of childish underwear, with a pattern of bunnies and flowers all over them, if not for the sheer size of them, the thickness of the cloth. These were training pants!

“No!” Fawn was almost as embarrassed by the tears she could feel welling up in her eyes than what she was seeing, what seemed to be about to happen to her. “I don’t need those!”

“Then do you want to wear a diaper, young lady?” the woman snapped, her voice suddenly much harsher, stricter. Fawn’s spine stiffened, instantly able to tell she was on thin ice. She shook her head meekly, hands balling into impotent fists, not knowing what to do, how to stop this without making it far worse, as the woman lifted her skirt again, sliding her underwear down, pushing Fawn’s feet up to pull them off, then giving the trainers a flick, opening them up, holding them in front of Fawn.

“I-I don’t need those,” Fawn repeated, chin quivering.

“Then prove that to me, and I’ll let you have your big girl panties back,” the woman purred at her. “Be a good girl and lift your feet for me.”

Fawn didn’t have a choice now, didn’t know how else to get out of this. Maybe she could complain to the usher, or the usherette, get this weirdo kicked out of the theater before she did this to anyone else… Would they care enough to help her, though? And, now, if she did that, the woman would be leaving with Fawn’s underwear, leaving her with just these thick, childish trainers. Besides, if she did go to anyone else, she’d have to explain what had happened, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to do that.

All she had to do, she told herself as she quietly, obediently, raised her feet, felt the training pants being tugged up her legs, was make it through one movie without having an accident… Considering she’d made it at least a decade and a half without one at this point, that wasn’t going to be a problem… So long as this woman actually stuck to her promise.

“There we are!” the woman declared, standing back up with a smile, brushing her hands off, then giving Fawn’s newly padded backside a swat. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Fawn sniffed, wiggling in place, feeling the strange garment between her legs, all around her bottom, inescapable. All she could think about, as soon as she was free from the woman’s grip, was rushing for the door, getting out of here, snatching up her candy and drink from the bench outside the bathroom. Even with these Mommy cosplayers around, there hadn’t been enough people for her to worry too much about them being stolen, especially when they were free to begin with.

Her heart beat a little faster as she approached the usher. She gulped, straightening her skirt nervously, certain there was no way he could know what she was wearing underneath, what had happened to her, yet blushing anyway, standing in front of someone so handsome in training panties, fishing her ticket out of her pocket to hand to him.

He took it silently, ripped it, then pushed open the door. “R-Really?” she blinked. How odd, she thought, that he’d happened to be right at the entrance to the auditorium she needed both times…

“Right this way,” he said yet again, still the only words she’d heard him speak.

It wasn’t terribly surprising that all the women she’d seen weren’t here to see Camp Nightmare. She had to assume they’d all gone to Hillsboro Horror, which was very different from this, by all indications a slasher.

Nobody else was here, either, and this time, she went for a seat in the middle right away, since the lights were already down, a trailer playing on the screen as she made her way across the auditorium. She pouted as she sat, feeling the bulk of the trainers beneath her, a reminder of the incident in the bathroom. She was still a bit in shock from the whole thing, hardly able to believe it, taking a sip from her soda in an attempt to calm her nerves.

Was she glad her friends weren’t there yet or not? Surely they wouldn’t have let that happen to her… Right? Or would they have laughed at her for not standing up for herself, for not stopping the woman on her own? She squirmed, poking at the trainers, a part of her feeling like maybe she almost deserved to be in them.

When she looked up, she saw the title of The Gateway on the screen, was a little disappointed she hadn’t gotten here quicker, paid more attention, to get more of an idea of what that movie was about so she could decide if she wanted to watch it next. She wondered if they were going to show a trailer for another of the movies from the marathon next, but, instead, Camp Nightmare began to play.

She nestled in her seat, ignoring the sensation of the training pants as best she could, opening up her box of candy. She probably wouldn’t have to pay that much attention, she thought. She enjoyed slashers, but they weren’t exactly known for being heavy on plot. It would be nice to be able to just sit and relax, and decide what, if anything, she was going to do about the woman in the bathroom, if she wanted to try to get her thrown out once she had her panties back from her or not.

The movie opened with a girl waking up suddenly, sitting up with a gasp, clamping her hands over her mouth as she looked around the dark, quiet cabin surrounding her bunk bed. She breathed a sigh of relief, mumbled, “It was only a dream,” before standing up from her bottom bunk, the over-sized summer camp t-shirt she was wearing barely covering her crotch, making Fawn blush, wondering if, were she in that situation, she would be flashing her trainers.

The girl crept her way through the cabin floor slowly, making it almost all the way across before hearing something, turning around to check, almost immediately running into a shoe rack, sending a veritable flood of sneakers falling to the floor. She winced, making a token attempt to catch them. Sheepishly, she looked behind herself again, seeing, now, someone else sitting up. “Sorry,” she hissed. “Go back to sleep.”

They turned to look at her, their sheet still pulled over their head, making them look like a cheap Halloween ghost. A moment later, the person in the bed next to them sat up as well, similarly covered up, and then the person next to them, until, finally, the whole cabin was up, staring at her through their sheets.

“I’m sorry,” she told them. “I was just trying to…”

As one, they all reached under their sheets, all pulling out a knife at the same time. “G-Guys?” she backed away. Still moving at the same time, they all started to get out of bed, and she spun around, running through the darkened doorway she’d been trying to reach, only to have one more person in a sheet emerge from the darkness, knife in hand, grabbing her.

The girl screamed, and the screen cut to black for a moment before displaying the title. Then, the girl sat up again, panting. This time, there was daylight outside the windows, and the rest of the campers were busy milling around, getting ready for the day. The girl looked relieved… Until she peeled back her covers.

“Aww, what happened, Charlotte?” one of the other girls mocked. “Did you wet your bed?”

“No!” the girl replied, yanking the blankets back up, getting them almost immediately ripped away.

“Oh, my God, Charlotte,” the other girl snickered. “Are you serious right now? That is so disgusting!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Charlotte sat there in her bed, blushing bright red.

Fawn couldn’t help feeling sorry for her, particularly considering what she was wearing right now. Of course, she didn’t wet the bed, but still, someone might assume she had some bladder issue, if they found out. And, thinking about it now, with a few minutes to recover, she realized she’d never even had the chance to use the toilet while she was in the bathroom!

It was no big deal, she told herself. She’d be all right, and if she wasn’t, she had no doubt she’d find a slow spot in the movie where she could slip out and go back, and surely the woman would be gone, off to see her own movie… And then, hopefully leave, once she’d given Fawn her underwear back, so she’d no longer have to worry about running into her.

The trainers weren’t terrible… They were soft, anyway. It was just that they were very clearly not panties, very clearly meant for a small child, very clearly intended to help out someone who couldn’t be trust to keep their pants dry, and the idea of anyone – especially her friends – discovering she was wearing them was absolutely mortifying.

If her friends did find out, somehow, at least it would go better for her than it did for Charlotte. The camp, it turned out, was a reform camp for delinquent teens, so, unsurprisingly, when they heard one of their own had wet the bed, the bullying was merciless. The only person who didn’t partake, who attempted to comfort Charlotte, was a petite girl named Heather, who seemed quite out of place, and was getting enough teasing of her own.

“I bet she’s only sticking up for Charlotte because she pees the bed, too,” one of the other girls mocked. “That’s probably the only reason she’s here… I can’t imagine what else she’d do to get in trouble!”

As much as Fawn disliked agreeing with the bullies, Heather certainly didn’t appear to be a troublemaker, it was true. Her and Charlotte teamed up, briefly, although even Charlotte wasn’t particularly nice to Heather until Charlotte had another dream, this one of a figure in a sheet with a rusty pitchfork, chasing her through the woods around the camp before, just when Charlotte thought she was safe, appearing from the opposite direction, jabbing the pitchfork right at her neck as she screamed…

And the screen cut to black. Fawn was definitely not a gorehound by any means, but it was still a little disappointing that they didn’t even try to show anything. As far as she could tell, this was a pretty low budget movie, and it was maybe too ambitious for them, trying to rip off both Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street all at once… That did feel like a cop-out, however.

The movie focused more on Heather after that, trying to figure out what had happened to her sort-of friend. The faculty brushed off her concerns, saying that Charlotte had simply gotten tired of being made fun of and convinced her parents to let her go home early, but they all seemed suspicious, particularly the cook.

Heather was invited to an illicit party, and, of course, turned it down, a move that Fawn knew was wise for a character in a slasher, yet not so much for her as a camper. Fawn assumed Heather must be the final girl, until she got up in the middle of the night, in a set-up not too dissimilar to the opening scene, with camera angles, and the sound of heavy breathing, indicating that she was being watched, stalked, hunted.

She was grabbed, a hand clamped down over her mouth as she was dragged out of her cabin… And right to the party, full of campers drinking and smoking and making out. “Let’s get her drunk,” one of the other girls giggled. “Then maybe she’ll wet her bed and vanish next!”

They did make Heather drink, and she seemed to get pretty tipsy, but it was one of the boys who drifted off in the middle of the party, dreamed of waking up, seeing the sheet-clad figure peering out of the woods at them all, axe in hand. He ran through the party, trying to warn them, no words coming out. He grew more and more desperate as the figured got closer and closer, until it was right there, right among the others, running at the boy, swinging its axe, everybody else still laughing and partying, paying no mind at all to his silent scream.

He probably wished they weren’t paying attention to him in the real world, either, when he woke, discovered he’d peed his pants, the cycle starting over again.

Fawn wasn’t sure if it was all this focus on characters wetting themselves, or if it had been a mistake getting another soda, but her bladder was starting to feel pretty full by now. Confident she had a good idea of where the movie would be going, at least for a while, she got up, headed down the aisle, to the door…

And discovered it was locked. “Hey!” she frowned, giving it another push. “Hey, let me out!” Her heart began to pound a little faster. What was going on?! “H-Hello?” she knocked on the door anxiously, hoping the usher might happen to still be out there to hear her.

If he was, he didn’t respond, didn’t unlock the door, didn’t do anything, while she squirmed on the other side, squeezing her thighs together around the training panties, the urge to go only intensified by this obstacle keeping her from being able to do so. She took a step back, eyeing the door, confirming that it was, indeed, the one she’d come in from, that it had been unlocked not that long ago. She scanned the auditorium to see if there was another exit, seeing only the emergency one in the back, under one corner of the screen.

Was she that desperate? She debated for a moment or two before heading down towards it, confirming that it at least didn’t say it was going to set off an alarm if she used it… It just wasn’t particularly convenient, having to go out there, all the way around the building and back in, and then she’d have to find the usher to unlock the other door for her so she could get back in.

She checked her phone, trying to calculate how much longer she’d have to wait, to hold it. Maybe she could do it, she thought uncertainly, heading back to her seat reluctantly, her trainers feeling so much more embarrassing now that there was a possibility that they might come in handy…

The boy was in the middle of his second dream by then, a dream that, once again, ended with a blackout. Fawn wondered if that was why the theater had chosen the movie, because it was so tame when it came to its killings. Heather was more certain than ever that something shady was going on at the camp, one of the girls from the party laughing at her when she suggested it, then, that night, having a dream of her own, waking up in a wet bed.

Fawn fidgeted in her seat, biting down on her bottom lip, pressing a hand to her padded crotch. The plot of the movie really wasn’t helping her take her mind off of her own problem… She gasped, feeling a spasm, barely managing to stop herself before she began to dribble into her pants.

She stumbled back to her feet, hurrying back down to the emergency exit. Had she waited too long already?! Would she even be able to make it to the bathroom at this point?!

The answer, to her horror, was no, though not for lack of trying. When she got to the emergency exit, it was also locked. “No!” she squealed out loud in disbelief. That had to be a mistake… But it hardly mattered now, because there was nothing she could do. She was trapped in here with no way out, no way to stop the inevitable.

She stayed at the door, hoping that it would magically open, until, before long, her bladder gave in. She let out a groan as the trickle of warmth began, soaking into the fabric between her legs, making it feel so much heavier, so much soggier… There was no denying what she’d done, particularly not as the stream intensified, her attempts to make it stop failing utterly.

She had peed her pants; in fact, she’d soaked them. The woman definitely wasn’t going to give her panties back to her now, and, to be honest, in the moment, Fawn didn’t feel like she deserved them as she trudged to her seat once more, nose wrinkling as she plopped down, training pants squishy now, already starting to cool, grow clammy.

Maybe it was a good thing she was wearing them, she told herself. What would she have done if she’d gotten locked in here without them? Of course, if the woman hadn’t assaulted her in the bathroom, she could have used the toilet, and then she would have been fine.

It was odd, viewing the rest of the movie, so focused on characters wetting themselves, when she’d just done the same herself, when she couldn’t escape the reminder of that, no matter how much she squirmed, what position she sat in. The rest of the campers from the party were going through the same thing, one by one, Heather growing more suspicious, particularly when, after sneaking into the camp dean’s office, she found a collection of suitcases, full of clothes… Including Charlotte’s. Finally, one of the others confessed what they’d seen in their dream.

“I know it’s silly,” she said, “but there was this… person, I think, in a sheet… And, somehow, it was the scariest thing I’d ever seen.”

The others began to confess that they’d seen the same thing… Including Heather, surprisingly, Fawn assuming she’d missed that when she’d gotten up from her seat, until Heather clarified, “I’ve been seeing it for days now.”

“But you never wet the bed,” the girl pointed out. “Could you be immune to it? You have to fight it for us, Heather!”

Heather looked uncomfortable, and, given how they’d been treating her the whole movie, Fawn couldn’t blame her. Ultimately, however, it was in all of their best interests for her to give it a shot.

That night, in Heather’s dreams, she was back at the party, wandering around, seeing everyone laughing at her, making fun of her for being there, for not wanting to participate, each verbal jab making her shrink a little more until she was the size of a toddler, having baby bottles full of beer shoved into her mouth as she helpless attempted to bat them away, until, at last, the figure in the sheet showed up, scooping her up into its arms. She whimpered and thrashed, the outlook appearing bleak until her foot caught the sheet, yanking it down, revealing…

Heather’s own face.

Did that mean she was the killer? Fawn was confused, particularly about why this dream sequence had happened, then, why Heather had told the others she was having the dreams, unless Heather didn’t know the truth herself.

She certainly suspected it now, staying silent about the dream the next day, claiming she hadn’t dreamed at all. She did her best to stay awake the next night, sneaking out of the cabin, going on a walk, ending up in the kitchen, where she expected to be alone, only to nearly be caught by the creepy cook. She hid in the pantry… And wound up locked in, not too dissimilar to how Fawn was locked in this theater, the cook leaving, unaware she was trapped. With nothing to do, and no way to finish her search, she fell asleep, and another of the campers was stalked through their dreams and killed, and was gone the next morning.

When Heather was released from the pantry, she had a huge wet spot on the crotch of her PJ shorts that she did her best to hide as she mumbled an explanation to the cook. He closed the door on her, only to return a few moments later, before she had even worked up the courage to see if the door was unlocked, handing her a spare uniform. “Put this on before anyone else sees,” he told her.

“Y-You’re… helping me?” Heather asked, staring at the clothes in disbelief.

“You’re a good kid,” he said. “What they’re doing isn’t right, but those other kids deserved it… But you don’t.”

“They? Am I not…?” Heather didn’t seem like she even knew what to say.

Changed into her new clothes, which were slightly big on her, Heather listened as the cook told her everything, about how the camp was really reforming the worst of its campers, how they were using hypnosis to make them embarrass themselves by giving them dreams so scary it made them wet the bed, then, when they were in an even more vulnerable state from all the bullying they inevitably received, doing it again, breaking them mentally so that their parents could ‘start over’ with them, the staff being sure to whisk them away in the night afterwards so that none of the others suspected anything.

The party, apparently, hadn’t had anything to do with it, contrary to the usual slasher rules; it was simply that the worst, most rebellious of the campers were the ones most likely to have been attending it anyway. Heather knew the story sounded crazy, but it was all she had to go on, so, at supper that evening, she got up on the table, and announced that they all needed to stop making fun of the bedwetters.

“I bet she’s just saying that because she wet the bed, too!” a girl sneered.

And, to Fawn’s surprise, Heather nodded. “Yes, I do,” she declared, yanking down her shorts and revealing a diaper underneath. “I did before I came here, and so their plan didn’t work on me, because I was prepared! If anything, the nightmares gave me an excuse as to why it was happening! But I refuse to be embarrassed anymore, and if you can all agree to stop being mean about anyone else doing it, then nobody else will disappear!”

A member of the staff grabbed her, hauling her bodily off the table and out of the cafeteria, but that just gave credence to her claims, particularly when she vanished, like all the others. She’d left a note for one of the girls from the party, directing her to a stash of diapers she’d left for everyone, with directions to distribute them so that nobody would have to know about any bedwetting that happened, and they wouldn’t have to be as embarrassed, and the camp’s plan would fail.

Fawn had to admit, she’d never expected to see a slasher movie where the solution to beating the ‘killer’ was diapers, yet here she was. The movie wasn’t quite over yet, however, with one more scene at Heather’s house, the girl facing an angry, slightly older woman.

“You little brat!” the woman berated her. “I bet you think you’re so clever… You’re going to wish that camp had turned you into a babbling idiot when I’m done with you! I’m getting that inheritance of yours one way or the other!”

Heather gave a tiny smile, nodding at something behind the woman, who turned to see a figure in a sheet standing right behind her, knife in hand.

She let out a scream and the scene cut away to Heather, in a hallway, right outside a door, muffled screaming coming from the other side as Heather discretely turned off the boombox she had sitting right outside the door, the one she’d presumably used to hypnotize the woman, picking it up and sneaking back to her bedroom with it before emerging again, rubbing her eyes, pretending to have just woken up as the woman tried to slip out of her room unseen.

“Is everything okay?” Heather asked innocently, then pretended to notice the wet spot on the woman’s nightgown. “Oh, my God,” she giggled. “Did you wet the bed?! I can’t believe it! I’m not even wet yet!” She lifted up her nightshirt, showing off her dry diaper tauntingly.

“Shut up!” the woman ordered. “How dare you speak to me that way?!”

“You sent me to a camp for bad kids,” Heather shrugged innocently. “Maybe I learned a few tricks there, step-mommy.” She grinned mischievously into the camera, the shot freezing, then dissolving into the credits.

How had she gotten the hypnosis the camp used? Had she stolen it before her big speech in the cafeteria? Fawn wasn’t sure… She just knew how weird it made her feel, seeing Heather flaunting her diapers so proudly, more than once, when she was absolutely mortified about her own soaked training pants. Was she really going to go find the woman who had her panties, try to convince her to give them back after what she’d done?! Just the idea of it made her face burn bright red. On the other hand… What if her friends were here now? What if she ran into them like this?! If they found out, somehow, she would never live it down…

Of course, she wasn’t going to be able to do either of them if she couldn’t get out of the auditorium. She picked up her trash, tossing it into the garbage, then went to the door, banging on it, preparing to shout for help, and pray that the usher was nearby.

As soon as her knuckles hit the door, however, it swung open, slamming against the wall. “Huh?” she blinked, shuffling out, confused. It had been locked before… Hadn’t it? Curious, she rushed back inside, down to the emergency exit, giving it an experimental push.

It opened as well, right away. “N-No,” she shook her head, baffled, and even more embarrassed about what had happened. “I-It was locked… I know they were locked…” They had to have been… She would never have wet her pants if they hadn’t been…

They certainly weren’t now, though. If she did try to use that as an excuse, a reason why she’d peed her pants, she had no proof whatsoever. It really did just sound like an excuse, and not a particularly good one at that, like something a little girl would make up because she was embarrassed and didn’t want to admit she’d simply had an accident.

That was definitely how she felt now, too, standing in front of the clearly operative emergency exit, wiggling her soggy bottom in her trainers, tugging at the hem of her sweater nervously. She could go out, go to her car… But she had to get her panties before she headed back to campus.

She sighed, turned back around… And nearly jumped out of her skin, seeing someone covered in a sheet, sitting right behind where she’d been seated the whole movie. She felt a spurt of warmth make its way into her already drenched trainers, her heart pounding, wondering how long that person had been there, how much they’d seen. They couldn’t have been there before the movie… Right? Surely she would have noticed them… But they hadn’t been outside the door when she’d opened it, either, and she didn’t think there had been time for them to sneak in and get to that seat, as quickly as she’d dashed down to check the emergency exit.

“N-Nice costume,” she told them, trying not to think into it any more than that, hurrying out of the auditorium, the hairs on the back of her neck starting to stand up. The women dressed as Mommies were still in the lobby, unfortunately, Fawn keeping her head down, doing her best not to look at any of them, feeling like any one of them would be able to recognize, instantly, the state of her pants if she did.

“Y-You don’t lock the doors during the movies, do you?” she asked the usherette uncertainly. The girl stared at her, unblinking, making Fawn question herself, and how absurd the question was. “S-Sorry, of course you don’t,” she shook her head.

“Movie?” the usherette asked simply.

Fawn honestly wasn’t sure… These movies had both been so strange so far, and this place was starting to give her the creeps… But she had paid for the whole marathon, and she was already halfway through… She wasn’t going to give up now, was she?

Should Fawn…

…Just try to sneak to her next movie without Mommy seeing her?

…Go to the parking lot to see if she can get a signal to call her friends?

…Or head to the bathroom to hope Mommy will take mercy on her?

What movie should Fawn watch next?

The Gateway?

Curse of the Moon?

The Offer of the Vampire?

or The White Altar?

And what refreshments will Fawn get this time?

Popcorn and a soda?

Popcorn and candy?

Popcorn, candy, and soda?

Candy and soda?

Just popcorn?

Just candy?

Just soda?

Or nothing?

These decisions have already been made, but if you’d like to catch up on the story, and help decide where it goes next, you can find it, and other exclusive stories, at my Patreon!

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She groaned, stomping her foot in indignation. Was this some kind of joke?! She shook her head, feeling sick to her stomach… And that was before she looked over at chat, her embarrassment almost making her forget that she was streaming.

“No, I’m not going to tell you what it is!” she snapped at them, watching that question quickly taking up the entire screen, over and over. She couldn’t blame them, really, she supposed… After that reaction, how could they not be curious? They probably assumed it was an act, but Tracey was definitely not that good of an actress.

“Hold on,” she told them, holding a finger up to the camera as she pulled out her phone, scrolling back through the folder of sponsorship e-mails she’d gotten. “Here we go…”

She tapped on it, then opened up the contract she’d signed. She recalled now how long it had been, how much her eyes had glazed over as she attempted to be dutiful and read through it all, the way she’d been taught to do. She’d given up not even halfway through; did it actually matter? she’d asked herself. Another streamer had vouched for the company, and with the amount of money they were paying her to play their game, she’d be willing to do just about anything.

Or so she’d thought, until she’d gotten the box. They’d told her she had to unbox it on stream, not to peek at it beforehand. She had to admit, the temptation had been there, and she didn’t think it would really make a difference, but for the money she was making, the least she could do was follow the rules. That, and she was afraid the company would have a representative watch the stream, and they might be able to tell she cheated.

Unfortunately, the legalese still flew far above her head, and trying to decipher it on camera wasn’t entertaining in the slightest, she knew. The one part she did understand, however, and saw right away, was what she was afraid of… If she didn’t do what they wanted, she’d have to return the payment they’d already sent, and she spent that almost immediately. And, doing a quick search within the PDF to confirm that it the terms did, indeed, cover the outfit, she saw that it did, including the one piece of it that scared her the most.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned, glancing down at the box, seeing the dreaded word highlighted on her phone screen, buried there towards the end of the contract, and the matching object waiting inside. “This is so ridiculous…”

But there it was, in both places, mocking her. She didn’t have a choice… She had to put it on. “Hold on, guys,” she sighed, putting up the ‘Be Right Back’ screen for her stream to stop showing her camera. She could see the chat in an uproar, seemingly sensing that she wasn’t going to be showing them what was in the box… And then she remembered that the unboxing itself was a part of the contract.

She rolled her eyes, gritted her teeth, and turned the camera back on. “All right,” she said resignedly. “Here we go.” She began to pull everything out of the box, as quickly as she could, not dwelling on any of it. “I think this is some weird fetish thing,” she narrated. “I have to wear this while I play the game, though, so…” She left the worst object for last, skin crawling as she picked it up, flashed it to the camera right before going back to her ‘Be Right Back’ screen and reluctantly looking at the outfit strewn out on her sofa, waiting for her.

“I look so stupid,” she lamented,” forgetting her microphone was on for a moment as she stared down at herself, at the pink and baby blue onesie with a bunny head emblem on the front and the words ‘Game Over’ emblazoned over it, the pacifier clipped to the front of it, the fuzzy striped knee socks, and, most mortifying of all, the thick, crinkly diaper peeking out from the legholes of the onesie, bulging outwards, leaving no doubt of what she had on.

“Don’t you dare take screenshots of this,” she warned her chat as she turned her camera back on, quickly sitting down to try to hide the bulk of the diaper a bit more. “I’m wearing this to play the game, and then it’s coming right off! Wait…” She frowned, realizing she should have gotten the game booted up first, had it ready to go… But how could she do that? “Where’s the game?”

The Marathon – Chapter 2

“‘The Hillsboro Horror?'” Fawn decided. “That looks interesting.”

“One for ‘The Hillsboro Horror,'” the usherette replied automatically, not seeming to have heard, or understood, Fawn’s question.

“Well, yes,” Fawn replied. “But can you…?”

The girl held a ticket out towards Fawn, who blushed as she juggled all of her refreshments, attempting to find a free hand to take it with, feeling suddenly a bit guilty, and greedy, at how many snacks she’d chosen to get. She hadn’t even been all that hungry yet! She just hadn’t been able to help herself, knowing that they were all free.

“D-Do I really need it?” Fawn asked after a few awkward moments, and a close call where she nearly spilled her drink all over the counter. “It doesn’t look like…”

When she glanced back towards the doors leading to the screens, however, she flinched, seeing a tall young man by one of them, dressed in the male version of the usherette’s uniform, the main difference being the red pants he was wearing, a gold stripe down each leg, rather than the skirt the girl was wearing. “O-Oh,” she shook her head, feeling silly. Of course a theater this size wouldn’t have only one employee for a whole marathon… That would be crazy!

He did have impeccable timing, she had to admit, showing up right on time for her to give him her ticket. Perhaps he’d just finished cleaning the auditorium up? There must be more workers elsewhere; she couldn’t imagine he took care of all the screens himself, especially with all of the movies letting out at roughly the same time.

“Here,” Fawn stretched out a pair of fingers, pinching the ticket when the usherette slipped it between them. “Thanks!” She tried to look over her bucket of popcorn to see what the ticket said, which screen she ought to be looking for.

“He’ll take your ticket at the door,” the usherette informed her, looking towards the usher.

“R-Right,” Fawn nodded. “But which…?”

“At the door,” the usherette repeated.

Fawn didn’t want to bother the girl anymore, and it didn’t seem as if the girl wanted her to, either, so she decided to simply go to the usher and ask for his help. The closer she got, the more tall she realized he was, and, in turn, the smaller she felt, the more ridiculous to have him see her struggling to carry all of these snacks. He was very handsome, too, which made it all the worse.

“Umm, h-hi,” she squirmed, staring up at him bashfully. “I-I’m looking for…” She lifted the fingers clutching the ticket and he reached out, gently taking it from her, tearing it in half.

“Right this way,” he told her, pushing open the door, holding it for her.

“I-Is this…?” she blinked.

“Right this way,” he said again, sliding the ticket stub back between her fingers as she passed by.

That must have been why the usherette had just told her that he would take the ticket, she mused. She must have seen that was the door he was standing outside. It was a weird coincidence that he happened to be at the door she needed, odd enough to send a tiny shiver down her spine, even if she knew she was being silly. There weren’t that many screens… The chance was one in six, hardly impossible.

Only when the door began to close behind her did she recall that she’d never gotten an answer as to whether the usherette was going to direct her friends to this movie. She considered asking the usher instead, but with her hands full, she wasn’t sure how she was going to grab the door handle, less get it open and get herself out of it without spilling anything.

She had her pick of seats, the whole auditorium empty. If her friends had been there, she knew they would have wanted to sit in the middle, though, on her own, she preferred to be in the furthest row, especially for horror movies… She didn’t like having anybody behind her, particularly when she was feeling jumpy already from what she was watching. Even if they didn’t mean to, them moving around at the wrong time might spook her.

By the time she found her seat and set her snacks down, the lights had started to lower, the opening credits playing right away, with no trailers or anything. She sat down, not wanting to miss anything, trusting that the usherette had heard her request and would help her out.

The movie was in color, which she had been wondering about from the look of the poster. The colors were all very bright and cheery as a pair of old cars – not as old as the style of dress the woman in the poster had been wearing, she noted – drove down a long road, trees all around them, leaves all different colors, half fallen… It was some nice autumn atmosphere, if nothing else, she thought as she settled into her seat, reaching for a handful of popcorn. She’d barely finished it, however, before she decided to pick everything up and move down a few rows after all. She told herself it was because, if her friends did come in late, they’d want to be there, closer to the center, but, really, it was because nobody else was there to sit behind her… And her friends were right that it did look a little nicer to be nearer to the screen.

By the time she had moved, the credits were winding to a close, the cars briefly stopping at a gate in the huge wall that appeared to stretch around the whole town, a sign to one side reading ‘Welcome to Hillsboro!’, before being waved in by a smiling man, then driving down a few streets filled with huge houses, finally pulling into the driveway of one of them with a ‘For Sale’ sign out front, a banner over it declaring it ‘Sold.’ A woman stepped out of the back car, dressed decidedly not like the person on the poster, but in a pair of high waisted, flared jeans, and a shirt with a groovy pattern and long, flowy sleeves.

“This place is incredible, Al!” she exclaimed. “That new job must be even better than you let on!”

A man followed her out of the front car, walking behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “I only want the best for you, Tabitha. Let’s take a look inside.”

Fawn still wasn’t sure what kind of movie this was, though she was leaning towards the house being haunted. A part of her was worried about that, about watching something like that in a theater that almost felt haunted, in a weird way, it was so empty; another part wished she’d saved it for later in the day, if that was the case. It seemed like that would be the perfect way to close out to night, and have her leaving the theater appropriately spooked for Halloween.

As it turned out, she was completely wrong. Al took Tabitha on a tour of the house, which looked normal, if a bit lavish, and there was no hint of anything supernatural, no cupboards opening on their own, no dark shadows… There was, however, one room that her husband brushed past.

“What’s in there?” Tabitha asked.

“Oh,” Al shrugged. “I don’t think I have the key. Why don’t we go look…?”

Tabitha frowned, dodging him as he leaned forward, attempting to quiet her with a kiss. “I know you didn’t buy this house without looking everywhere in it, Albert,” she said, voice a little harsher as she used his full first name. “What’s in here?” She jiggled the handle, the door, indeed, locked.

“It doesn’t matter, Tabitha,” he told her, shaking his head in frustration as she continued to try the doorknob, before throwing her shoulder against it. “Tabitha, stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Why don’t you want me to see this room?!” she demanded. “Tell me, Albert!”

He glared at her, jaw set, then sighed. “Fine,” he gave in, digging into his pocket for a ring of keys. “If you must know…” He took out an old-fashioned, gold skeleton key, slipping it into the lock, turning it, opening up the door and switching on the lights.

Even that didn’t lead to some creepy old room, the way Fawn had expected, covered in cobwebs, the furniture hidden by sheets and layers of dust. Instead, it was immaculately cared for nursery, the walls covered in paintings recreating nursery rhymes in an old fashioned style, the furniture ornate and sturdy.

“What is this, Albert?” Tabitha asked coldly.

“I know you don’t want to have children, Tabitha,” he replied carefully. “That’s why I didn’t want you to see it. It was already here, already furnished… I didn’t have time to get rid of it before we moved.”

Tabitha’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you understood,” she said.

“I do!” he insisted, gently taking her hand, leading her out and closing the door again, locking it behind them. “I’m going to remodel the whole thing!”

But he didn’t, as far as Tabitha – or Fawn – could tell, keeping the door locked tight, dodging her questions whenever she wanted to know when he would be finished. Before then, though, they met their neighbor, Roxie, out in the yard, and she only made things worse. “Hi, there!” she waved. “Good to finally meet you! Where are your kids?”

Tabitha shot Albert a dirty look, one that Roxie immediately picked up on. “Sorry, sore subject. I just assumed… Well, you’ll see.”

Tabitha certainly did; the next day, while out exploring the neighborhood, all of the other women she encountered were dressed like the poster, in a far older style of dress, brightly colored and modest, with an apron, many of them pushing strollers, or walking hand-in-hand with toddlers, all of whom had a diaper bag slung over their shoulders and seemed to assume, automatically, that Tabitha was a mother as well. “Where are your children, dear?” most of them asked, right out of the gate.

She was quickly growing fed up with it, heading back home, when a small child with bright red hair in a very short dress, cloth diaper with plastic pants over it rushing up to her, taking her by the hand. Tabitha flinched, trying to pull her hand away, the girl’s grip tightening. “I’m not…” Tabitha started to tell her, nose wrinkling in distaste as she began to kneel down, looking at the child in a way she hadn’t with any of the others she’d seen that day.

“There you are!” one of the old fashioned women exclaimed, hurrying over to grab the girl’s hand. “I’m sorry about that! She knows better! This is a stranger, silly…”

“Sorry,” Tabitha said, happy to hand the girl over. “She just ran up to me, I-I wasn’t trying to…”

“No, no, it’s fine,” the woman smiled. “She could tell you’re a natural Mommy.”

Tabitha rolled her eyes, seemingly both at the words, and at the girl, still struggling to keep a hold of her hand. “No, I don’t think so.”

“No?” the woman chuckled. “You’ll have to come over sometime and we’ll see about that. We live right across the street there. My name is Constance, and this little one is Phoebe.”

“No, I…” Tabitha began, pausing as, at least, Phoebe’s hand popped out of hers. She frowned, looking down at her hand.

“Any time you like, dear!” Constance called as she walked away, Phoebe turning back, staring at Tabitha.

Tabitha watched the pair go for a moment, then opened her hand, complaining, “So sticky,” before finding a slip of construction paper crumpled up there, two words scrawled on it in crayon, warning her to ‘Get out.’

Roxie was out working in the yard when Tabitha returned, and Tabitha went to show her the paper. “Weird,” Roxie agreed. “It could just be a joke, or a kid playing pretend.”

“Yeah,” Tabitha said. “It could be…”

She did not, Fawn noted, bring it up with Al that evening when he returned home, asked her how her day was, eating a quick dinner before vanishing into the nursery, promising that he was working on disassembling everything.

The next day, Tabitha tried to go into the city to visit her friends there, only to be stopped at the gate. “I don’t see any appointments on the books for any departures today,” the guard there told her. “I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.”

“Are you serious?” Tabitha demanded. “You can’t keep me here!”

But the gate stayed down, the guard refusing to raise it. Tabitha did tell Albert about that. “Did you ask about making an appointment?” he asked, not sounding nearly as troubled by it as her.

“I shouldn’t have to!” Tabitha glowered.

“This is a borough,” he shrugged. “Do you know understand that is? It’s a self-governing, walled town. They can make whatever rules they like about who comes and goes.”

Meanwhile, Roxie paid a visit to Constance. “I’m so glad you finally accepted our invitation!” Constance exclaimed. “I was just getting Phoebe ready for bed… Would you like to help?”

Roxie looked down at Phoebe, the seat of her diaper bulging beneath her plastic pants. “No, I think I…” she began to protest.

“Don’t worry, dear, it’s easy,” Constance assured her. “I’ll show you.”

“Why doesn’t…” Roxie began to ask, turning towards Constance’s husband, sitting in his chair, reading a newspaper, before pausing, looking from him, to Constance, to Phoebe. “Does your family have a history of red hair?”

“What’s that?” Constance blinked.

“It’s just…” Roxie frowned. “You’re both brunettes, and…”

“Come give me a hand in the nursery,” Constance told her, “and I’ll tell you all about it…”

The scene cut to black then, and the next time Tabitha saw Roxie, she was dressed like all the other women in the town, and seemingly unconcerned when Tabitha brought up that she had found Albert digging through her old, personal photo albums, that when she’d checked them, the pictures of her as a child were gone.

“I’m sure he just wanted to get an idea of what your baby will look like when you have it,” Roxie smiled vacantly. “Aren’t you ready to become a Mommy and give him one?”

“I’m not Mommy material,” Tabitha said.

“We all have a biological clock, dear,” Roxie replied. “When it goes off, you just have to decide.”

“I’ve made my decision, Roxie. And I thought you had, too. Not every woman needs…”

“I suppose you have,” Roxie nodded.

Tabitha, freaked out, went to her own house, up to the nursery door, trying to get inside, finally digging a screwdriver out of the toolbox and taking it off its hinges to find that it was all still there… In fact, the closet was full of outfits, and the changing table fully stocked with diapers and plastic pants, a diaper bag, like the one all of the Mommies carried, sitting on top of it, waiting.

She burst out of the house in a panicked daze, not stopping until she’d reached the wall surrounding the town. She followed it all the way around, finding no holes, no way out other than the gate, so she made her way back to the house, where she found Albert and Roxie outside, discussing her disappearance. She stayed hidden, watching, listening, until they finished up with a kiss, Roxie heading inside, Albert getting into his car.

Tabitha crept carefully into the house to grab her purse, getting it and then turning to find Roxie standing there, watching, arms crossed. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“I don’t know what’s going on with you two, but you can have him,” Tabitha declared.

“He only wants what’s best for you, Tabby,” Roxie said. “We both do. You’ve made your decision, and you aren’t cut out to be a Mommy. That only leaves one option.”

Tabitha shoved past Roxie as she approached, making a dash for her car, fumbling with the keys, barely getting inside and locking the door before Roxie caught up, pounding on the window, pulling on the door handle. Tabitha got the car started, squealed out of the driveway, down the road, heading straight for the gate… And crashing through, the guard barely diving out of the way in time. She didn’t get much further, however, not having time to stop as she saw the tire spikes waiting just beyond the gate, shredding the tires, the wheels sparking against concrete as they ground to a halt.

She got out, panting, making a run for it, only to see Constance approaching from behind one of the trees, diaper bag over her shoulder. She turned, went the other direction, saw another one of the women from town the other way, then another, on all sides, until finally she turned back towards the town… And right into Roxie’s arms, her former friend pushing the needle of a syringe into her neck.

The movie ended with a toddler sitting on a wooden stool in the corner of the nursery, obviously diapered beneath her tiny dress, pouting. In the background, her Mommy and Daddy were talking, out of focus, though Fawn could tell that they were Albert and Roxie.

“I caught her with this again,” Roxie said, handing over a torn slip of construction paper.

“Such a naughty girl,” Albert shook his head. “But what would we do without her?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a Mommy,” Roxie giggled, giving him a kiss. “And if you aren’t a Mommy, then you’re a baby… Isn’t that right, Tabby?” The toddler squirmed, whimpering behind her pacifier as she was picked up, set down inside her crib. Her hands gripped the bars of the crib, staring out, tears running down her eyes as she watched her husband and friend kiss again in the doorway before turning out the light, leaving her trapped as the credits began to roll.

Fawn blinked, looking around the theater to confirm that she was, indeed, still the only one there, that her friends hadn’t caught up with her. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that… It definitely felt like something made in response to women starting to get jobs outside of the home, and it certainly didn’t appear to be in support of it.

The thing that really stuck with her, however, was the very end… She assumed the little girl must have been the daughter of the main actress, because she looked so similar to her, it was almost uncanny. She didn’t appear to be listed in the credits, though, so she couldn’t see if they had the same last name, or make a note to herself to see what she’d done when she’d grown up, because, even as a toddler, she’d been a very talented actress, to the point where Fawn had to wonder what the director had done to make her look so scared, so sad…

She wiped her hands off as best she could, wishing she’d grabbed some more napkins, but uncertain how she would have carried them, too. She tossed all her trash into the popcorn bucket, throwing that away as she passed by a trash can on her way out of the auditorium, opening up the door…

And immediately letting out a tiny gasp. She was no longer alone, that was for sure… Out in the lobby, there were several women, all dressed up like the Mommies from the movie, in their old timey dresses and aprons, diaper bags over their shoulders…

This must be a more popular movie than she’d realized, she thought, to have people coming out in costume to see it. Coming across them so soon after the finale had been a little creepy, she had to admit as she made her way to the counter, blushing self-consciously as she passed by a couple, a part of her wanting to compliment them on how good their outfits looked, how close to the movie, but not quite able to find the courage to speak to them as they smiled down at her, making her feel particularly petite next to them.

“H-Have, uh… h-have you seen my friends?” she asked the usherette, feeling a bit safer around her, as strange as she seemed.

“Movie?” the girl asked.

Fawn sighed, grabbing another napkin from the dispenser to try to finish cleaning up her hands, pausing as, in the light of the lobby, she got another look at the stamp there. The bars seemed familiar now; they weren’t a cage, it dawned on her, they were the bars of a crib… Of the crib from the end of The Hillsboro Horror specifically, with a smaller, slightly smudged version of the same ornate carvings those had been covered in.

Silly as it was, she felt a shiver looking at it now, thinking of the end of the movie. It was a coincidence, just like the usher being in front of the right door, and not even that wild of one, that she’d seen the movie it came from first… It was still a little weird, though. She did her best to ignore it, think about the other movies so she could decide what to see next, wondering when her friends were going to show up.

She had to decide about snacks as well, even if that seemed less important after eating, and drinking, so much in the first movie. In fact, by the time she was done at the counter, she realized that, while she did have a few minutes before the next movie started that she might have enjoyed using to explore the theater a little, or perhaps taking a peek outside to see if she spotted her friends’ cars, she’d probably better visit the bathroom instead.

She flinched as she opened the door, found one of the women dressed like a Mommy right inside. “Jeez,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “S-Sorry… I-I just saw that movie, so you…” she began to explain.

“My, my,” the woman clicked her tongue disapprovingly, grabbing Fawn’s wrist before she could react.

“H-Hey!” Fawn protested, watching as her hand was lifted up, inspected.

“What a messy girl,” the woman scolded her, starting to pull her over towards the sink. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, little one…”

Should Fawn…

…try to break free and get to a stall?

…try to break free and leave the restroom?

…or play along and let the woman wash her hands for her?

What movie will Fawn watch next?

The Gateway?

Curse of the Moon?

The Offer of the Vampire?

Camp Nightmare?

or The White Altar?

And what refreshments did Fawn get this time?

Popcorn and a soda?

Popcorn and candy?

Popcorn, candy, and soda?

Candy and soda?

Just popcorn?

Just candy?

Just soda?

Or nothing?

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Road Trip

“You’re not actually going to go along with this… Are you?”

Harriet looked over at her older sister, Clara, lying on the hotel room bed, wearing just a top, her socks, and a Goodnite, and it was all she could do not to burst out laughing. There were plenty of things that she could say to that, though she knew it was probably a good idea to leave most of those silent.

For one thing, she could remind Clara, if she’d somehow forgotten, that she’d been the one, while they were out buying supplies, who had put the package of Goodnites into their shopping cart. “And what are these for?” their mom had asked.

Harriet had hoped that she’d know right away, that she’d find it funny. After all, Clara, despite being a year older than Harriet, did have a habit of wetting her pants at least once any time they went on a road trip. Clara, for her part, had been too busy messaging on her phone to notice them until their mom said something, though when she looked up, her face turned bright red; she, of course, did recall all of those accidents, in vivid detail.

“You are such a brat!” she’d huffed at Harriet, snatching the package out of the cart. “That’s not going to happen this time!”

“Oh, really?” Harriet had smirked. “And why not?”

Clara’s expression of anger had melted into a pout as she struggled to come up with a reason. “W-Well… I-I… I’m an adult now! I’m nineteen! I’m way too old for that!”

Harriet had shrugged. “You were an adult last year, too, and you…”

“Shut up!” Clara had shoved her, glaring at her pointedly, cutting her off before she could finish the sentence.

“Girls!” their father had stepped in at last to interrupt, taking the Goodnites from Clara’s hands. “You’re both adults now, so stop acting like children in public.”

It had been Harriet’s turn to pout now. She hadn’t really thought they would go along with it, but it would have been funny… And then, to her shock and delight, her dad set the package back into the cart. “I don’t think it’s a bad idea to have them on hand, just in case.”

“Daddy!” Clara had stomped her foot, so upset that she hadn’t seemed to realize what she’d called him.

“Your father is right,” their mom interjected. “This isn’t a punishment, Clara, or anything to get angry about… They could be for either of you, if you need them. It just does tend to happen a lot to you while we’re on the road, though, and…”

“We’re in the car for so long!” Clara had whined. “And I’m in the back seat, getting jostled around, a-and I can’t help it! B-But I will this time! I don’t need them!”

“If you have to go, then ask to stop,” their father had ordered, putting an abrupt end to the discussion. “We’re not going to make you wear them unless you prove you need them.”

The Exchange Student – Chapter 15

Anna took a deep, shaky breath, her choice not entirely clear, but enough so for her to feel somewhat confident in it, at least in theory… At least until she actually had to speak it out loud, tell Mrs. Florez what she was going to do. And she would, definitely, have to tell her.

“W-Well…” the word was cut off with a squeak, forcing her to clear her throat with a blush, head spinning slightly as she stared up up her host mother. “W-Well, I think… I-I mean, you’re probably right, and I bet I’d feel better, so… I-I…”

She gulped, glancing over to see her reflection, hands uncomfortably tugging at her shirt, trying to keep the soggy diaper beneath her shorts hidden, for all the good that was going to do, given what she was about to say. As much as she wanted to think this was the most mature decision, the one way to guarantee she was able to go, somehow it also felt like the most childish, the most vulnerable.

“C-Could you… help me?” she finally managed to ask, peering up at Mrs. Florez, biting her bottom lip. “I-I don’t think I can go on my own right now, a-and since I do have accidents sometimes, I’m worried that if I go to bed now, when I’m so tired…”

She couldn’t finish that sentence, couldn’t say, out loud, that she was afraid she might mess her diaper in her sleep, though the implication seemed obvious. Given the way Mrs. Florez’s face softened, how she all but cooed, “Aww,” out loud, she certainly appeared to pick up on it.

“Of course, dear,” she told Anna, reaching out and rubbing her back. “That would be an awful way for you to wake up for your first full day here, wouldn’t it?” Anna nodded silently, watching as Mrs. Florez knelt down and started to dig through the cabinet under the sink. “Let’s see… Did you go yesterday?”

Anna nodded again, then, realizing the woman wasn’t looking at her, head still under the sink, answered quietly, “Y-Yes, ma’am.”

She flinched as Mrs. Florez turned to give her a pointed look, terrified that she was in trouble, that, somehow, that response had unlocked something in her brain, had helped her figure out that this was all fake. “I told you, young lady,” she said, Anna squirming, stomach churning, knowing that her time here had barely begun, that she might be in for a very uncomfortable next few months. “Don’t call me ma’am.”

A wave of relief washed over Anna. “R-Right! Sorry, Mrs. Florez.”

Mrs. Florez smiled. “It’s all right, Anna. I don’t think we need to break out the big guns if you went yesterday, so these ought to do it.”

Anna’s cheeks warmed as Mrs. Florez pulled out a small jar of suppositories, setting them on the sink. This was real, she thought, staring at them, bottom wiggling in anticipation and embarrassment. At the same time, she did feel an almost perverse fascination, wondering what those ‘big guns’ could be.

For now, Mrs. Florez turned her around, bending her gently over the sink, giving her a perfect view of her anxious face in the mirror as her host mother slid down her shorts, and then her diaper. A part of her wanted to insist she could do it herself… But she never had before, didn’t want to prove that with the woman very possibly watching.

Mrs. Florez unscrewed the lid, plucking out a tiny, white bullet from inside the jar. “Here we are!” she declared, chuckling as she saw Anna’s wide eyes looking at her from the reflection. “It isn’t that bad,” she promised. “Here, I’ll count down so you can prepare yourself. Three…” Anna fidgeted, seeing the woman’s hand moving downwards, towards her exposed backside. “Two…”

And, just like that, she felt it being pushed into her rear, squealing in indignation, positive she could detect it sliding further and further inside of her. “Sorry, sorry,” Mrs. Florez patted the girl’s lower back. “I thought it would be better to get it over with. It wasn’t so bad, though, was it?”

“I-I guess not,” Anna admitted. The idea of it, and what was happening now because of it, had been worse than the actual insertion, anyway.

“Good girl,” Mrs. Florez said. “Now, we’ll do one more, and then we’ll be done.”

“A-Another?!” Anna whined.

“Well, we don’t want to have to wait all night,” Mrs. Florez lectured. “We want you to be able to go to bed soon, and this ought to speed it up a bit. You just said it wasn’t so bad the first time… This will be even easier because you know what to expect.”

Anna sighed, but it seemed silly to protest now. “Okay,” she accepted. “Fine…”

“That’s the spirit,” Mrs. Florez praised her, taking out another suppository and immediately slipping it into her bottom, not even starting a countdown. Then, to Anna’s surprise, she tugged her diaper and shorts back up before starting to wash her hands.

“W-Wait…” Anna squirmed, squeezing her thighs together, feeling the padding there, glancing over at the toilet inches away from her. “Wh-Why..?”

“Even with two, it will take a few minutes,” Mrs. Florez told her, drying her hands off. “You don’t want to have to sit on the potty the whole time, do you? It isn’t like you’ve never done this before, right?”

“R-Right…” Anna replied dreamily, heart beginning to pound in her chest. She had told the woman that… And now, this was apparently the consequences of that lie. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or scared by it, but either way, the pressure she was sure she could feel building up in her tummy seemed completely different somehow, knowing how she was going to be relieving it.

“Now, why don’t you go on and brush your teeth and wash your face?” Mrs. Florez suggested. “We can get that taken care of now so that, once you’re finished up,” she gave the seat of Anna’s diaper a pat to leave no doubt what she was referring to, “all we’ll have to do is get you changed, and then you can go right to bed?”

“O-Okay,” Anna nodded numbly. After all that time she’d spent fantasizing about it, it was going to happen… She was going to fill her diaper before she went to bed. The thought made her feel so absolutely tiny that she hardly minded Mrs. Florez staying in the bathroom, watching her as she ran her toothbrush under the water, squirted out some toothpaste onto it, judging her silently as she started to brush her teeth.

She half expected the woman to step in, do it for her. Instead, she merely asked, “Are you sure that was long enough, dear?”

Anna blushed, shrugged. It had felt like it… But time seemed to have slowed down since she’d been given the suppositories, so it was almost impossible for her to judge. “I-I dunno,” she mumbled.

Mrs. Florez did, apparently. “Why don’t you try again?”

Obediently, Anna did so, starting all over again, taking her time, watching Mrs. Florez in the mirror until she appeared to be satisfied before spitting out the last of the toothpaste, rinsing out her mouth. “Much better,” the woman told her.

Anna nodded, moving on to washing her face. It had been so long since that morning, since she’d put on her makeup – makeup she’d nearly foregone, knowing she’d be spending most of the day in an airplane – that it was a bit of a shock to see it gone suddenly. She’d gone subtle, trying to make herself look slightly younger without making it too obvious to anyone back home that was her intention, but, to her surprise, she felt like she looked more childish now, without it.

Or was that just from her being aware of her growing discomfort inside of her, the knowledge of what was going to happen in her padded pants any time now? Who, other than a silly little toddler, would allow that to happen?

She didn’t even protest when, once she was finished, Mrs. Florez grabbed her t-shirt, lifted it up over her head, then did the same with her bra, replacing both with a soft, pink shirt, guiding Anna’s arms into the short sleeves, then pulling the front together, starting to button it up while Anna glanced down, seeing the teddy bear faces printed all over it.

“I got the feeling you didn’t like the nightgown,” Mrs. Florez said.

“N-No,” Anna shook her head. “It was… fine…”

Mrs. Florez chuckled, bemused. “Mm-hmm. So, I found this, and I thought it was even cuter anyway.”

The matching shorts had the teddy bears, too, and ruffles around the legholes. They were, perhaps, a bit looser than the shorts she had been wearing, making the bulge of her diaper underneath seem not quite as obvious, though, to Anna, who was clearly hyper-aware of them, it was still pronounced enough to make her look like a three year old, at best.

“Simply adorable,” Mrs. Florez declared, in a tone that made Anna suspect she thought the same.

“Th-Thanks,” Anna said bashfully, fidgeting. “Well… W-We’re done now, right? Should I..?” She peered over at the toilet, unsure if she wanted to use it or not, almost wanting Mrs. Florez to forbid her, to take the choice away, to give her no option other than to fill her Pampers, complete the picture of her as a baby.

It wasn’t going to be quite that simple, though. “If you want,” Mrs. Florez told her. “Do you feel like you need to go now?”

Anna shrugged uncertainly. She could tell something was stirring in her guts, but how much of it was her imagination, knowing what she’d been given, and what it was going to do?

“It might still be a few minutes,” Mrs. Florez warned. “So you can wait on the potty if you’d like, or you could go wait in Karissa’s room, if you’d prefer.”

Anna blushed, imagining toddling back to Karissa in her PJs, then having to rush back out to use the toilet… Or… The embarrassment welled up inside as she wondered if she’d have time, if she’d, instead, fail, fill her pants right in front of her new friend. That would be so humiliating! But… Would Karissa expect anything more from her?

And, in all honesty, there was a part of Anna that was almost disappointed in the thought that she’d get changed so soon after her first messy accident. There was a comfort in knowing that was bound to happen, so that she could get to bed, and since it was her first time, she didn’t know if she’d like it or not. If she did, however, she’d hate to lose it so quickly. As experienced a babysitter as Karissa was, there was no way she wouldn’t notice Anna pooping her pants, though, and she knew she wouldn’t have the courage to say no if Karissa asked her if she needed, or wanted, a change…

Then again… She was all ready for bed now, wasn’t she? If she went straight there, tucked herself in, pretended to fall asleep… She could let it happen there beneath the covers, and there was a chance Karissa would miss it as she got ready for bed herself. Then she’d have the option to ‘wake up’ and go ask for a fresh diaper if she wanted, claiming she’d been so exhausted that she hadn’t been able to stay awake to wait for the suppositories to work, either right away, or after a little while, after she had the chance to really experience it…

Assuming, of course, that Karissa didn’t see what was going on, didn’t figure out that Anna was still awake and willfully not getting up, not getting changed. That might raise a few questions Anna didn’t want to answer, if she was particularly unlucky.

Would it be better, Anna pondered, to leave Karissa out of it altogether for now? Mrs. Florez knew all about the suppositories, obviously. She’d hardly be surprised if an accident happened, whereas, Anna wasn’t certain how Karissa would respond. She could always keep her diaper on here, too, and then not make it to the toilet in time… It would be more humiliating, probably, with the toilet so close, requiring her to pretend that her control was so bad that she couldn’t toddle over a few feet and get her diaper off in time, but she could do it…

Would she, though? There was no indication that Mrs. Florez would let her use the bathroom in peace, that she wouldn’t stick around to keep an eye on her like she had with everything else… That would be embarrassing enough, perhaps, a way to ease into this… Anna suspected she’d have plenty of opportunities in the future to try messing her diaper, maybe in a more private manner…

But, for now, she had to make a choice. Mrs. Florez was waiting, and Anna worried that, if she took too much longer, the woman was going to answer for her. So, what was she going to do?

Should Anna…

Use the toilet now?

Ask Mrs. Florez if she can wait in her bathroom with her diaper on?

Go to Karissa’s room to wait and try to make it to the toilet on time?

Or go to Karissa’s room and go to bed to wait for the inevitable?

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The Marathon – Chapter 1

“Your destination is on the…”

The sound cut off as Fawn pulled into the parking lot, which wouldn’t have been a huge deal, except that the music she’d been listening to didn’t start back up, either. She resisted the urge to immediately pluck her phone from the seat beside her to see if it had disconnected from her car’s Bluetooth again. There was no real point, not when she was already at her destination, even if it did frustrate her. Glancing over at the radio’s screen, it seemed to be showing the icon that indicated it was connected, still showing the information of the song she’d been in the middle of. Had she been quick enough to check before it updated, wiped all that away?

She’d expected the parking lot to be more full than this, though she was there relatively early. There were only a few cars scattered around, making it simple for her to pull up into a spot right by the entrance. She definitely didn’t see any of her friends’ cars, which was both not surprising and very annoying. She was, to be fair, a few minutes early, as usual, but there was no point in cutting it close… They still had decisions to make, and they wouldn’t want to miss the trailers!

With a turn of the key, the engine shut off, and, at last, she picked up her phone to see what had happened. To her surprise, it had the Bluetooth connected icon as well; when she unlocked it, however, her maps app was telling her it had lost internet, and her music streaming app did the same. Looking back up at the top of her screen, she saw that, indeed, she had no reception here.

“Wonderful,” she grumbled. Now, she couldn’t even message her friends to see how far they were away, when they were going to arrive. She sighed, leaning back against the headrest, closing her eyes for a second. This had been their idea in the first place… She hadn’t heard of any of the movies showing here, though she had agreed that there was something fun about that, about getting to experience them all for the first time together, not knowing what to expect.

She could wait for at least one of them to arrive so they could go in together, discuss their options, but with no data connection on her phone, she couldn’t scroll through her feeds, couldn’t listen to music, couldn’t do anything to distract herself. They’d see her car, she thought, right by the door, and see that it was empty, know she was inside. She might as well take a look around.

For its location, out in practically the middle of nowhere, it was a nicer theater than she’d been anticipating. Given that neither she, nor any of her friends, had heard of, and that it was only showing older movies, she had been worried, although she’d convinced herself it couldn’t be some creepy murder shack in the wilderness with a sheet hung on the wall and a projector with as many screens as they had to have to be showing multiple movies at once.

It was old and opulent, a true movie palace, the ceilings high and held up by massive columns, covered in intricate carvings, along with the walls, trimmed with gold and red velvet… She gawked at it in awe, stunned that she’d had no idea it was here, that it existed in a place like this. She had to assume it had been built a long time ago, perhaps in preparation for a town to spring up around it. How it had survived this long here, she had no clue, but she was glad it had.

There was only one, long, counter, the refreshments laid out on it, an old-timey cash register in the center with a pretty girl around Fawn’s age standing behind it, wearing a suitably vintage seeming usherette outfit, a red dress with gold trim, a matching red jacket with gold epaulets over it, and small, round, red hat.

“Umm… H-Hi,” Fawn blushed, waving awkwardly, wondering if the girl had seen her wandering around, staring at the lobby. She must have, honestly… There was nothing else for her to look at, and she was just standing there, waiting, not busy with any other tasks. “Th-This place is cool.”

The usherette didn’t blink, didn’t crack a smile, making Fawn all the more self-conscious. “Ticket?” she asked.

Fawn turned her head back to the entrance, hoping to see her friends appear through it. They didn’t. Silly as it was, considering there was no line, nobody else waiting, or milling around, nobody else at all that Fawn could see, she felt obligated to finish up as quickly as possible, to not bother the other girl.

“Y-Yeah,” she nodded. They hadn’t even decided, for sure, how many movies they wanted to see. The theater was having a horror movie marathon for Halloween, showing six movies all day long for them to choose from. The most it would be possible to see, however, was four, and the ticket to get into that many had been the best deal as well; Fawn and her friends just hadn’t made up their minds about if this was how they wanted to spend their whole day, when none of them could vouch for any of the movies, or if they wanted to catch one or two and then do something else.

It was a good deal, though, and this building was so gorgeous, Fawn was happy to stay here. If her friends changed their minds, wanted to do fewer, she might let them go on without her, or, if she didn’t, if she did leave early, she wouldn’t be upset, letting her money go towards helping support this place.

“You, uh… probably don’t take cards, do you?” Fawn frowned. She didn’t see a card reader, and the flyer they’d found advertising the marathon didn’t mention anything one way or the other, nor had the meager information the maps app had given her. She’d assumed they would, but now that she was here, she was less certain. Even if there was no cell reception, they must have a phone line they could connect their machines to. That would almost feel wrong, somehow, here, though.

“No,” the usherette answered simply.

“Okay,” Fawn opened up her purse. She had gotten out enough cash, just in case, but only to get in the door. “Guess I won’t get any snacks,” she mumbled to herself. She hadn’t thought she was that hungry, yet the smell of fresh, buttery popcorn, the sight of all the boxes of candy lined up on the counter, was making her reconsider. She’d have to hope that one of her friends would bring extra money and let her borrow some, especially if they were going to stay the whole marathon. There was a little time between showings, to give all of the movies time to finish up, let the viewers have a bit of a break before going on to the next one, however, Fawn doubted there would be time to go get any real food, not when she hadn’t seen anywhere to get it from for a few miles, at least, on the drive here.

“Full marathon?” the usherette asked, looking down at the cash.

“Oh, right,” Fawn blushed, realizing she hadn’t actually said that. “Yeah,” she announced, a swell of pride in her chest for making the choice all on her own. Her friends were always telling her she was too timid, too quiet… Maybe she ought to do more stuff on her own.

“Refreshments included,” the girl told her, hitting a button on the register, making the drawer slide open with a chime.

“Wait, really?” Fawn blinked. She hadn’t noticed that on the flyer! That made it an even better deal! “Great!”

“Hand,” the usherette said.

“Huh?” Fawn furrowed her brow, giggling nervously when she saw that the other girl had pulled out a stamp and an ink pad. “Of course.”

She held out her hand, letting the other girl push the stamp into the ink, then onto her, leaving behind some odd symbol in purple. She couldn’t quite tell what it was supposed to be, although, if anything, it looked like a cage. “Does this mean I’m trapped here?” Fawn teased, the usherette not responding. “S-Sorry,” she shook her head.

She could certainly understand, sympathize with, being bored with your job, not being in the mood to joke with your customers. This girl really did seem like she was doing the absolute minimum, however, and, with as few people as there were here, Fawn would have assumed she’d be grateful to have anyone to talk to at all. She did appear to be the only worker, too, though, at least in the lobby, so perhaps she had a lot that she was in charge of that she wasn’t able to do while she waited for Fawn to finish up.

“Refreshments?” the girl asked, Fawn taking that as confirmation.

She almost felt guilty now, taking free snacks. And she really wasn’t that hungry yet… Even if she had technically paid for them, she’d been happy for that money to go towards just the movies. Refreshments were a nice bonus; it didn’t mean she had to have some for every movie. Then again, she might change her mind, want something to eat partway through, and she’d hate to miss out on part of the movie.

She made her decision, then went on to the next. Since nobody was familiar with any of the movies, her friends had said they were going to choose when they got there, making a vow not to look them up, to go in as blind as possible and pick what they wanted to see based on the posters alone. The theater did have the posters all lined up along the wall, Fawn walking slowly past, taking them all in. At this rate, she might be the one who had to make the choice… By the time they arrived, bought their tickets, got their snacks, they weren’t going to have time to check them all out, debate the options among themselves.

With another little swell of pride – and a bit of panic, feeling like, if she picked wrong, and made them watch a dud, it would be her fault – she looked at the posters, trying to figure out what they were.

The first one, The Gateway, appeared to be a mad scientist movie, with a man in a white lab coat and goggles grinning maniacally, standing in front of a glowing portal. After that was a movie called Curse of the Moon, the poster, appropriately, a moon with the silhouette of a woman in front of it, head thrown back, presumably howling, since Fawn assumed it was about werewolves.

She was less certain about the next one, The Hillsboro Horror. There was a woman on that one, too, staring out, an unsettling smile frozen on her face. She was wearing an old-fashioned dress with an apron, though Fawn wasn’t sure if it had been old-fashioned when the movie came out, or just normal. There was a whole legion of other women standing behind the one in front, all dressed exactly the same.

The Offer of the Vampire was much easier for her to decipher, if only from the title, the poster showing her very little, a dark shadow in the shape of a bat’s wings and a woman in a low-cut dress, in terror, blood dripping from a pair of puncture wounds in her neck. Camp Nightmare appeared to be a bit newer – compared to the others, anyway – giving her a very 80’s vibe, the title written on a sign with a large knife stuck into it threateningly.

The final poster was for The White Altar. Like the others, it didn’t give away much, but it seemed like it was some sort of occult thing, with people in dark cloaks around the titular white altar, a pentagram drawn onto the floor beneath them. The leader, Fawn guessed, was standing right behind the altar, horns emerging from under the hood of their cloak, though not lifting it enough to make their face visible.

She really wasn’t sure what she wanted to see first, but by the time she’d taken them all in, she realized she had to decide now, without any of her friends. She groaned, squirming, trying to make up her mind as she walked back over to the counter. “S-Sorry to bother you,” she told the usherette, still just standing there. “My friends are supposed to meet me here. If they come in, can you tell them I’m seeing…

What movie will Fawn watch first?

…’The Gateway’?”

…’Curse of the Moon’?”

…’The Hillsboro Horror’?”

…’The Offer of the Vampire’?”

…’Camp Nightmare’?”

…’The White Altar’?”

And what refreshments did Fawn get?

Popcorn and a soda?

Popcorn and candy?

Popcorn, candy, and soda?

Candy and soda?

Just popcorn?

Just candy?

Or just soda?

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