The Call of Coddling Part 2

I almost can’t believe the question is one that crosses my mind. Of course I must drape myself in the finest veil of night like the goth queen I am. What better way to spread my dark horrifying vibes on a cold October day?

A debate rages in my head for a second. Do I go full Morticia Adams or more Siouxsie Sioux? The deepest reaches of my closet call out to me, tempting me. 'Put us on Lavenia, you've gotta show the world what true darkness is' but then a little reminder hits me. I can't start putting any of that on without adding something else first. That's when my eyes fall on that particular drawer—the contents of which I ended up putting in the top drawer because of how often I’ve had to access it. Even with its familiarity, now I shiver when I think of what lies inside.

It’s got all the powders, all the oil, and, of course, the diapers. Usually, stacks of those plain white ones you see in a medical supply store are sitting there waiting for me. I gave up trying to get fancy with it—no matter what I do they're just gonna turn pink anyway so why care? All that's left though is the aftermath of my initial experimentation—several patterned diapers that I thought might fit my style. I'm apparently out of my usual brand.

Even knowing it won’t stay that way I pick a black diaper, wanting to at least know for myself that it was that special shade of soulless dark once. I snag my changing mat and bottles from next to the stash, spreading them out on my bed before making myself comfortable.

Instantly I regret picking my bed over the floor or just doing a standing change because the comfort of my mattress is hard to ignore through the oiling and powdering process. "My blanket isn't that far out of reach," I think, "I could just go back to sleep."

Outside of the mildly sweet smell of talcum powder wafting up from my groin, the world is as it was before and I get transported back to before all this. To the time before I was perpetually diapered because of whatever Alpha House did to me and before I spent all that time being a diaper. My eyes drift closed as the joy of lying naked in my own bed comes back, but then I see those wriggly shapes behind my eyes again and I’m back in the present with the black folded square of plastic next to me.

"Nope, not thinking about that. it's probably just my eyes straining too much. No reason to fear just normal human bodily failure. Maybe a trip to a doctor, certainly not an occultist."

Putting the problem out of my mind, I snatch up the diaper I’ve selected and slide it beneath me. The puff of its core compresses nicely underneath me as I bend my knees and lower my whole body back into the padding. It’s never so bad when it’s fresh. At least I can walk around without squishing and squelching. I don't have to worry about finding a bathroom for a change.

Bringing up the front of the diaper engulfs the rest of my lower body, wrapping that softness around the rest of my groin and stealing the joy of enjoying nudity for the assurance of not ruining my carpet… again. That clean softness won’t be around for long either, it's just another brief joy. In fact, I’ll be lucky to make it more than half the morning like this.

Already the pristine void coloring of this diaper is disappearing, being leeched away by the neon pink spreading up from the crotch. That aggravating color that always corrupts them the second I taped the wings shut around the front.

“I have no choice but to remain diapered, but even the option of being the baby equivalent of darkness incarnate isn’t an option because this Pepto pink diaper just gives off bimbo vibes.”

The statement is nihilistic, but what the fuck else am I supposed to think? You wouldn’t see Bilinda Butcher or Nancy Downs with some wimpy pink panties. The only option I’ve got is to hide it, at least that way I may have to feel it but no one has to know it's there.

Finding that perfect thing to cover the pink bullshit is hard but one thing I know for sure is it all starts with some fishnets. They go on first, getting pulled over my diaper and halfway up my abdomen to make sure they're secure. Once those are on, the perfect outfit materializes in my mind. I feel the inspiration of The Craft within me.

A black and red pleated skirt with safety pins gouged through on the left side is just long enough to cover the thick pink monster around my waist. It pairs nicely with a dark red button-up and a heavy leather jacket that I roll up the sleeves on. I make sure the cuffs of the shirt poke out the sleeves of the jacket too.

Add a few spiked cuffs and some moon earrings and I’m decked out. All it takes to finish up is the pale foundation and some black eyeliner. I don’t want to go full corpse paint, but this gives a good ghostly appearance that I can appreciate.

At the door to my dorm, I slip on some platform Docs, giving me those extra couple of inches that make me all the more intimidating. With the full mantle of evil all pieced together for today I’m ready to go and I’ve got a few options to start my day out on.

I can…