Demonic Possession and Diapers Chapter 11

Cleaning up and getting out of the diaper wasn't nearly as difficult as Jackie expected. She even managed to get herself comfortably fitted into a new diaper, a blessing given that she’d spent the last several days relying on her mom for help.

Sadly, all the dexterity in the world wasn’t going to help to move a sack of shit that weighed as much as she did. That's the part she still wished she had her mom for. The feats of strength the woman had accomplished over the last several days were nothing short of amazing. The most Jackie had managed so far was getting the diaper closed up. It remained stranded on the second floor of the house, and you bet it still stunk to high hell. Moving it was an immense challenge.

“Okay, think Jackie—how can we get this downstairs and outside without mom seeing? Now that things are back to normal and her whole Mommy routine the last few days probably never happened for me, there’s no way she can see this and not lose her mind. “

The “elegant” solution Jackie came up with was to attempt and drag the wheelbarrow up from the garden shed and haul the monstrous messy diaper down and out of the house with it. The foolish nature of the idea hit her when she reached the top of the stairs with the stained padding mounded into the old wheelbarrow.

It was hard enough to get it hoisted into the tray and through the hallway, but now, with a downhill journey ahead of her, the reality of what the consequences would be like should it go wrong stood at the forefront of her mind. If she thought it was a mess before…

Jackie took a gentle forward step, bouncing the tire of the cart down the first carpeted step, immediately having to pull back to keep it in control, straining her arms to stop the whole apparatus from flying down the steps.

Step

Step

Step

“Four down, only twenty more to go.”

Whatever confidence permeated her voice was waning quickly as her arms started to tire.

Step step

She’d hit two steps rapidly, having to stop suddenly to keep the wheelbarrow under control.

Step step… stepstepstepstep

Any control went out the window in a matter of seconds.

“Shit shit shit! No!” Jackie yelled as the front tire of the wheeled bucket tumbled down the stairs rapidly, dragging her along with it. Despite her white-knuckled grip on the rough wooden handles, her body couldn’t control the insane weight anymore. She really only added momentum to the runaway padding.

She expected a crash or a loud squelch or some sort of impact but none came. Instead, Jackie’s trajectory was suddenly halted as she landed against the mound of stink, hearing the gross squish from within. Without even realizing it, on the way down she’d slammed her eyes shut to try and avoid seeing the tragic aftermath of her poor choices. What met her when she opened them was arguably scarier.

“Jackie Lynn Harker! What in the world do you think you’re doing?”

“M-M-Mom!?” she stuttered in terror.

Jackie’s mom stood below her on the stairs, one hand extended out to stop the diaper-filled cart her daughter had attempted to ease down the stairs, the other on her hip in a way that worried Jackie. She was holding it up without breaking a sweat. The padding looked like it weighed nothing to her as she plucked it from the basket and carried it down the remaining steps.

“I will get rid of this, missy. To think you’d do something so stupid! Not only did you go and change yourself, but you even started walking and going through Mommy’s gardening supplies! You’re supposed to be down for a nap!”

“Mom… I don’t need a nap, and I didn’t just start walking. What the hell are you talking about?”

There wasn't a response to Jackie’s confusion, her mom already carrying the massive messy diaper through the front door, leaving her daughter behind to hold the wheelbarrow on the stairs for several minutes while she waited for her to return.

Mrs. Harker came back with a deep scowl on her face. She took the wheelbarrow from her daughter and with a quiet yet threatening voice she ordered Jackie upstairs, telling her to wait for her.

Her shoulders slumped at the command and seeing little in the way of an alternative, Jackie went upstairs to wait for her mom.

Back in her bedroom her panicked thoughts were compounding. Despite currently being diapered, she was sure she’d regained her mental faculties after removing that cursed butt plug. Her mother continuing to treat her as a big baby was causing doubt in the brunette. Was this all in her head? Was it possible that she was still bumbling around like a giant toddler?

The way she saw it she needed confirmation of her lucidity. Jackie swiped desperately through her phone, trying to find the one person who might understand this situation.

“Hello?” Caitlynn said through the receiver.

“Oh shit, Cait, can you understand me? Am I speaking plain English!?”

She heard a sharp intake of breath through the receiver. “Yeah Jacks, I can understand your English—a bit too loud and clear in fact. What’s up?”

“Oh thank god! Cait I need to see you, it’s been a bonkers week. Can you maybe come over?”

“Sure,” Caitlynn said, taking a more concerned tone when she identified the panic in Jackie’s voice, “I’ll be over in like an hour alright?”

“Okay, that works. Thanks, Caitlynn, I appreciate it, really!"

“No problem.”

The dial tone signified the end of the call right in time for the room of Jackie’s door to open. Through the threshold, Mrs. Harker stood staring at her daughter, breathing heavily.

“That was a very naughty thing you did,” she said slowly, stepping into the room with purpose, “You could have hurt yourself Jackie. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t been there to stop it.”

“Mom, really I’m sorry I just—” The next words didn’t even leave Jackie’s mouth as she was hoisted into the air. She was stunned into submission and pulled over her mother’s knee after a brief flight through her bedroom like she was little more than an oversized doll.

“I’d say something like that deserves ten swats.”

Jackie gasped, only managing to work up the courage to say “Wait—” before her mother’s hand whistled through the air toward her bottom.