July 2, 2021: Locked and Padded Pt. 4

Continuation of July 1, 2021: Locked and Padded Pt. 3 

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"Leave me alone, Gordon," you call out. You don't want Gordon sticking his nose into your business anymore today. You're done.

"It's Lisa. Are you okay, hon?"

"Fuck it," you say to yourself, and open the door. "No. No, I'm not okay."

Lisa takes one look at you and gives you a big hug. You hug her back. "Shhh, shhh, shhh..." She says, and leads you over to the bed.

"Now what's all this about?" she asks, as she sits you down and picks up a diaper. It's got fighter jets streaking across the front. It almost looks... cool. Your mouth goes dry. You don't know what to tell her. You whimper and point.

"I... I... I..."

"Are these for you?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No! Of course not! I don't need... I don't... need..." You can't even bring yourself to say the word. "I don't need them," you say, finally.

She puts a hand on your leg and you flinch.

"W-what happened? Did something happen?"

You let out a laugh. It's almost too absurd to believe. "You really wouldn't believe me if I told you... I must be going crazy..."

"So tell me anyway," she says. You tell her and she listens. You even admit the fact that you sort of liked it. And with a little coaxing, you even tell her that you can hardly resist putting one on then and there. You think you might go back tomorrow.

"Am I crazy?" you ask.

"I don't know," she says, rubbing your knee. "Let's find out. Why don't you put one on and see what it does for you?"

"Do you... really think that it's a good idea?" you ask.

"It's just a diaper," she says, handing it to you. The mere word makes you blush, but you try to hide your embarrassment and just take it from her. Yeah. That's right. It's just a diaper, you think to yourself, as you hold it up. Your breathing quickens. Your heart beats. You look at the diaper for a few seconds. Then you realize something. You don't know what to do.

No one has ever taught you how to put on a diaper. You never even thought you'd need to know. You feel like an idiot sitting there holding a diaper that you don't even know what to do with.

"...Do... you need help?" she asks, finally. You gulp. Your eyes go wide and you nod. You can't even formulate a response. She looks at you sympathetically, like, you cringe to realize, one looks at a small dumb child. Then, she takes the diaper from your frozen hand and tells you to lay down on the bed.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," she says as you try to apologize. You just lay back, defeated. You let her help you.

Since you're already naked under your towel, there's not a lot for her to do. You are surprised when she pulls out baby oil and baby powder from your bag. Pete must have left those in there as well. What the hell did he expect you to do with all that?

The answer comes back to you in the scent of the oil and powder that Lisa rubs into your skin. Exactly what you're doing now. You sigh in contentment as the soothing smells join the familiar feeling of thick padding between your legs. Shit.

"So? How do you feel now?" she asked.

"Better," you say. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Well, that's good," she says. "At least you know you have these to make you feel better when you need them... And a roomie who can help you into them. Silly goose."

You pull your pillow over your head and bury your face in it. Then you peek out from under it. "Are you done yet? I'm blushy enough as it is."

"I'm done when you're done freaking out. And by the way, after what happened today, that's totally justified. Hallucination or not, it's pretty fucking weird, and I don't blame you for being a little messed up over it."

"A little? I haven't worn diapers since I was a baby!"

"Oh, so you can say the 'D' word," she says, with a laugh. Your eyes go wide and you pull the pillow over your face again.

"Oh, come on, I'm only teasing," she says. "Come on out and watch a movie with us. You can't hide in here all night.

"Can't I just go to bed early and sleep all this off?"

"Now, now, none of that," she says. "You're going to spend some quality time with your roomies."

"But I'm in a... a... diaper," you say, whispering the last word as if anyone could be listening in.

"So what? Who cares what underwear you wear?" Lisa won't be budged. Finally, however, she agrees to let you put on pajamas to cover up your new 'underwear'. You look down at the big bulge underneath your pajama bottoms and frown as you hear a loud crinkle when you shift your weight.

"It's impossible. I can't go out there like this."

"Nonsense," she says, pulling you out to the living room with her. "You're being paranoid. Now come on out. We're watching the new animated film, the Genie Dragon.

"Psh, sounds like a kid's movie," you say. She just rolls her eyes and pulls you along. The diaper pushes your legs apart as you waddle to keep up with her. Is this really going to be alright?

-To Be Continued