Cynthia Stinks, Part Two

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Minor housekeeping note: My usual scheduling programming is running a few days behind, I should be caught up in a day or two. Expect some new content in the Diaper U and Toddleverse soon!

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Part Two

“No, no, no–” Jake grumbled, pawing at the waistband of his diaper while he fought his gurgling guts.

There was no use. However he’d screwed up the enchantment, this diaper simply wasn’t coming off. Counterspells hadn’t worked, scissors hadn’t worked, and simply yanking down as hard as he could hadn’t worked.

He was trapped in the diaper, and by the urgency in his bowels, he already needed to go again.

“Crap,” he said, looking down. His diaper was already sagging a little, packed full from the first time he’d used it. The smell was starting to permeate his apartment, and–well, he couldn’t just stay in the same diaper forever, could he?

Sitting down, he tried a little online research. He sent an email to an old instructor about how to undo botched enchantments–being sure not to go into specifics–and looked around for general counterspells, nothing came up.

It’d been less than forty five minutes since he put the diaper on when he bent forward on his couch, swearing under his breath, letting his body release into the diaper again. More mush poured out of him, displacing what was already there, swelling out the plastic back of his diaper to make room.

Raising a paw to his nose, he took shallow breaths.

He could call emergency services and get a wizard out here, but that would mean having to explain why he’d put on an enchanted diaper to begin with. And his only close friend that knew enchantments better than him was…

“Cynthia,” he said aloud, looking down.

She would never let him live this down. Not for a million years. They’d be old and in a nursing home and she’d still make fun of him for it. He couldn’t go to Cynthia.

There was just one more option–he’d have to wait for it to wear off.

All spells used up energy, and that energy ran out eventually, no matter how good the enchantment. Maybe it’d wear off in a few hours and he’d be able to take it off. Maybe more like a day…hopefully not longer.

He prayed it wouldn’t be longer.

“Okay,” Jake told himself, swallowing. “Just wait it out, I can do that.”

Sitting back into the couch, he tried to think how to fill the time. He didn’t need to go to work–as a programmer, he only had to go into the office every couple weeks for code review–and he wouldn’t be caught dead outside his apartment wearing a sagging, smelly diaper, so he’d just have to find things to do around the house. He could clean up the kitchen, play video games, read a book…

And his bladder was full again. Jeez, he thought. Didn’t I just go?

Hoping that the magic keeping his diaper in place would also prevent leaks, he let go, then waddled over to open the windows. His apartment was at ground level, so he made sure to keep the blinds shut, but a little airflow would help with the stink.

That done, he returned to the couch, sat down, and grabbed his controller off the coffee table. Some gaming would take his mind off things.

…

As it turned out, the enchantment did not make him immune to leaks. Three hours later, as he crouched and grunted and dribbled into the diaper’s seat for the fifth time since taping it on, he felt a dribble run down the fur on his legs.

“Um…” he said, straightening. That wasn’t good. If the diaper was full, and he still couldn’t take it off…

The first thing he did was rush to the recycling bin and get some newspaper. Spreading them around, he covered his couch, his chairs, the carpet. It looked like he wasn’t even housebroken when he was done, but at least there wouldn’t be any stains on the floor.

Still, that wouldn’t help if regular accidents went trickling down his thighs onto the floor. He needed a way to increase the capacity, or maybe drain the contents of the diaper he had on.

An internet search took him to some forums, where fetishists had all sorts of suggestions. Jake suspected Cynthia had frequented these sites–more than one had a channel for selfies, and she had been on her phone when he’d caught her the other day–but that didn’t matter, he needed a solution.

“Okay,” he mumbled. “Doubling up–sure. Just cut slits down the front of the diaper and add another layer.”

He could do that, he had plenty of spare diapers in the box he’d ordered. Though he briefly worried that he wouldn’t be able to add any slits to the outside of the plastic back, since the diaper wouldn’t allow him to cut through the material to take it off, a pair of scissors from the kitchen did the trick just fine. Adding several long cuts to his diaper, he lay on his back and wrapped the new padding around his waist.

As soon as the first tape was stuck down, the other three jumped into place, sealing the second diaper on him as well.

Good news: His plan of doubling up would probably work.

Bad news: He couldn’t take this diaper off, either.

“Mmm…” Jake said, uncomfortably, sitting back down on his couch. Newspaper rustled, and even though nothing leaked, he didn’t want to risk putting back the papers when this diaper might eventually be soaked to capacity as well.

He almost reached for his phone while his bladder released again, urine taking a while to trickle through the muck he’d packed around his butt into his new diaper. A second thought prevented him from dialing up Cynthia to beg for help. Surely the magic had to be almost depleted, right?

Right?

…

“Okay,” Jake told himself, waddling to the fridge. It’d gotten late, but he couldn’t go to sleep while starving. “Dinner. You can’t not eat.”

He didn’t have much of an appetite, given that the air around him constantly smelled like the inside of a porta-potty, but he had to eat. Even just waddling around his house was becoming difficult–the bulging diapers around his waist were starting to really weigh him down, as more and more pounds of stale urine and foul, stinky mush got loaded up. Still, he had to have something.

Settling on a frozen pizza, he nuked it in the microwave, let it cool just enough that it wouldn’t incinerate his tongue, and pinched his snout to avoid smelling anything while he ate.

As the food went in, his body began to expel in equal measure. He was losing control, and he knew it–every accident cost him a little potty training, and they were still happening far too often, almost every hour.

He’d already committed to waiting it out, so he kept that up. Getting through the pizza, he stood, then noticed the puddle he’d left on the kitchen chair.

Two diapers soaked through in six hours.

Not a great sign.

Standing, his diaper sagged low between his knees, and he waddled back to the living room to get another pair.

…

Jake woke up late in the morning, to the sound of voices. He hadn’t set an alarm, and it was almost noon–not a surprise, since he’d been tossing and turning most of the night in a vain attempt to fall asleep.

“Gross!” someone said, from outside. “What is that smell?”

“Is the sewer backed up?” Someone else suggested.

Eyes widening, Jake tumbled out of bed, holding onto the waistband of his massively loaded diapers as he stumbled to the window. Quickly slamming it shut, he panted for breath, getting a hefty whiff of his own stink. His diaper had definitely grown fuller overnight, it was genuinely getting hard to walk, and apparently the smell had grown so powerful that it could be noticed from the street.

Reaching down, he grabbed the bulk of his diaper, supporting the hanging weight as he shuffled out of his room. First making a beeline to the nearest window, he grabbed the lower lip, slamming it shut. He couldn’t risk anyone smelling him, noticing, coming to investigate–

“Ugh–” he mumbled, clutching his belly as more mush packed its way into his diaper. He was leaking again, dribbling onto the newspaper, utterly helpless against the sheer, all encompassing smush between his legs.

Shuffling to the side, he got the other window, then slumped against the floor. Even starting the day, he already felt drained, and as he sank into the mushy, messy mass between his legs, he tried to remember how much longer he had to wait.

Wait… I don’t know. Right.

He wriggled, stood, wobbled. Legs splayed out wide, reaching down to hold up his diaper seemed to be the only way to move.

Returning to his box, he pulled on another diaper.

“Okay,” he told himself, huffing shallow breaths. “Okay, just…a little longer.”

…

“Yeah guys, I’m–yeah, yeah,” he mumbled into his headset. “Sorry, can’t make it tonight, I’m–occupied?”

“Occupied?” One of his friends replied. “What, like in the toilet?”

“Heh, heh…” he mumbled. “Yeah…real funny. No, just got a new…hobby.”

“Oh yeah?” Cynthia asked. “What sort of hobby?”

“Shut up,” Jake said. “Um–”

“Was it the thing I showed you the other day?” She pursued.

“Uh…look, guys, I gotta go. Talk to you later.”

He closed the game and pressed a paw to his face. He was getting woozy–the smell of his poopy diaper had totally overwhelmed the room. He was having trouble thinking straight, he just…

Um…

Dinner. Dinner would be good. He got to his feet, off the couch, and–

“Oof,” he yelped, falling onto the floor. The weight of his diaper had increased since his gaming session began. “Um…” he said. It was gonna leak soon. He needed another diaper, but when he tried to stand, he wobbled and fell back onto his mushy bottom, sinking into it like a whole bean bag chair full of mud had been pressed into his butt.

He only had two diapers left–Did I really soak through ten diapers in a day?–and he grabbed one. It shouldn’t reasonably have been able to stretch to cover the absurd bulk around his hips, the sheer tonnage he’d carried with him, but as soon as he got a tape stuck down, it simply poofed into place, stretching around the weight.

Walking wasn’t on the table. Rather than even try, Jake pulled himself forward on his hands and knees, dragging his diaper behind him.

He got to the kitchen, pulled open the fridge, and stared at the contents. There wasn’t much–leftovers that probably weren’t food safe, half a carton of milk. He was chronically low on groceries, but now he couldn’t even get takeout, because that’d involve either leaving his apartment or interacting with the delivery person.

Realizing he had only one solution, he turned, crawling back to the dining table. To his cell phone.

Fuck me.

Dialing a number, he waited for the phone to pick up.

“Yellow,” the voice on the line said, drawing out the word ‘hello’ with a drawl.

“Cynthia,” he said. “I…need you.”

Her voice turned serious. “What’s wrong?”

“I fucked up,” Jake said. “I screwed around with a spell, and fucked it up, and now I’m in a shit situation.”

The humor had left her, she was all business. “Okay. Where are you? What happened? I’m on my way.”

“At my apartment,” Jake said. “I–I tried on a diaper.”

Cynthia hesitated. “Oh?”

Jake’s face burned with embarrassment. “I tried to put an enchantment on it to self clean, and I screwed it up, and now I’m, um, stuck.”

“Oooh, it’s that kind of mistake.” Cynthia giggled. “And what, you can’t change your poopy bottom?”

“Yeah,” Jake conceded. “It’s…yeah. I can’t change, and I keep going, and…ugh…” he grunted, whimpering as his body just pushed even more muck into the diaper.

“Hmm.” Cynthia paused, and he could almost hear her tapping a claw to her lip in thought. “I suppose I can make time tomorrow.”

“Wait, what?” Jake said. “But–”

“See you tomorrow, stinker,” Cynthia teased. “Have fun!”

She hung up.

Jake pawed at his phone, calling her again, but got no response. When he tried a third time, it went to voicemail immediately.

He looked down at his enormous, swelling diaper, which he could barely drag around the newspaper-ridden floor.

“Fuck me…”