Demonic Possession and Diapers!? Part 5

*Ting-a-Ling* The heavy wooden door to Occulta Obscura creaked on old iron hinges as Jackie pushed it open. She waddled inside, glad to be out of a larger public space, though the cramped area of the store didn’t leave her much room to maneuver. Her rotund diaper threatened to scrape against the tightly packed dark wood shelves piled with jars, books, and crystals.

Through the rows of what she considered to be overpriced chachkies she could barely make out a glass sale counter and the figure dressed in black standing behind it. Even if she could get to her, Jackie wasn’t even sure what she’d say at this point.

“I can’t really just walk up and explain I’m haunted by a ghost making me piss myself… Can I?” Jackie thought, fidgeting nervously.

From the other end of the shop, the woman behind the counter spoke up, addressing the pair in a tone dripping with boredom. “Welcome in, let me know if I can help you find something.”

Caitlynn meanwhile poked Jackie in the side, apparently impatient for her attention. The brunette turned to her friend with a scowl. “Jesus what?!” she snapped.

Caitlynn feigned indignation at the sudden snapping. “Well excuse me,” she said, “I do believe you offered me an explanation.”

Jackie rolled her eyes and started the careful shimmy through the shelves of the store. “Christ Cait, I’ll tell you and the shopkeep at the same time.” Jackie groaned, “I’ve been through enough weird shit today, I don’t want to recount it more than once.”

As she moved between the tightly packed shelving, Jackie felt the swollen back of her diaper hit something, nearly knocking it over. She heard her friend take in a sharp breath, reacting to the accidental clattering as she moved. She was surprised to see that when she finally reached the counter there hadn’t been a loud crash.

The woman standing behind the glass counter didn’t look up at the pair, more interested in focusing on the book in front of her. Her raven black hair obscured her face, keeping the girls from getting a look at her. The half shredded black jeans and worn black t-shirt she was wearing indicated somebody young.

This was proven to be a fallacy when Caitlynn’s hello caught her attention. The woman was easily 50 and looked to have jumped straight out of the goth movement of the 1980s. Her blood-red-painted lips pursed as she looked the pair up and down. Her black-rimmed eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Jackie’s diaper.

The exchange between the pair was fairly heated for several moments with the older woman only calming down when Jackie, feeling flustered from the intense questioning about the aromatic smell of piss wafting off from her diaper snapped and yelled.

“Goddammit, I’m being haunted and need help!” she yelled.

This caught the woman’s intrigue and as if a switch was flipped she returned to her monotone voice, nodding. “Well that’s all you had to say,” she said, “When did these occurrences begin?”

Jackie shook her head, surprised by the sudden attention, but didn’t waste a second before launching into the tale of what she’d experienced. She expected to be interrupted when she told the woman about her morphing underwear or the literal flood of piss into her diaper but the elder goth listened intently, taking it all in.

“I wish you’d brought me this rattle,” she said, “If I could examine this cursed object I’d have a better basis for what’s happening to you.”

Jackie was about to say she could come back with it but before she could the shopkeeper reached out her hand, opening her palm and dropping a chain with crystalline beads and a pointed purple geode at the end.

There was a prevailing silence for a solid second as the woman took in several deep breaths. When nothing happened she opened her eyes looking disappointed. “It would seem the spirit isn’t here,” she said.

Inside Caitlynn, the demoness laughed to herself. “I can’t believe it,” she exclaimed, “this old bitch actually knows some magic! Too bad your pathetic parlor trick can’t sense me in this pretty young thing’s body.”

“Well kid,” the woman said, “you’ve only got a couple of options. You can head on up to a little town in Washington called Parafax, there are some people there who specialize in this kind of thing but that’d take forever.”

Not wanting to travel across the country, Jackie shook her head.

“Alright then. I have a little homegrown solution here, but it’s gonna take some practice for you to get good at them.” The woman came out from behind the counter, walking the shelves for a moment before coming back with a thick book which she dropped onto the counter with a loud enough thud that it was a wonder the glass didn’t break.

The tome was bound in leather with brass fittings on the corners of the cover. “For the low low price of 200 dollars, you can have this book of rituals that should help you combat a demonic invader.”

Jackie’s first instinct was to cringe at the price, knowing there was no way she could afford that. That was, until Caitlynn slapped down a piece of golden plastic on the counter.

“We’ll take it!” she said firmly.

Jackie shot her a look, taking in a breath to reject the offer only to be shot down. “This is partially my fault, Jacks, so let me help.”

Feeling too worn out to argue, Jackie nodded and turned her attention back to the shopkeep.

“Will… whatever is in here help me hold back?” Jackie asked, “I already pissed a lake into this diaper and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to experience the next step in the wrong direction if you get what I’m saying.”

The woman nodded and thought for a second. “I don’t think anything in here can guarantee anything, but I have something that for sure can come close.”

She disappeared underneath the counter, rustling through something just out of sight before reappearing with a massive spherical butt plug, much bigger than anything Jackie had ever thought possible.

"Just try getting this out of you once it's popped in."