Playtime - Part 6 (Patreon)

Madison wasn't really sure where she was going, but she knew she had to get away from that house. What she'd seen, what those girls had done... She'd had no idea the sickness went that far. What she'd seen on TV made her think the victims lost some of their continence, and some self-control, but that...

Well, she supposed the news wasn't going to go into much detail about just what that self-control loss looked like. Maybe she'd heard the term 'heightened libido' in one of the reports somewhere, but she hadn't paid it much mind. Hearing it was much different than seeing it, hearing it explained while watching the results play out in front of her...

"It starts with an increased sex drive, and incontinence," the woman had told her. "It all gets jumbled up in their minds... The more they use their diapers, the hornier they get... The more they get off, the further they fall into acting like toddlers... It's a dangerous cycle, incredibly difficult to break once it begins. It isn't something to fool around with, even as a joke. I can't imagine some file on the Internet could spread it, but it's better not to risk it."

"I-I wasn't," Madison had told her. "I just... I-I need to get some air."

They let her go, scrambling out of the door and then picking a direction. She just wanted to walk, to try to forget what had just happened. She'd known those girls, at least a little... They'd seemed relatively smart, at least enough to get into college, yet now, they looked like brainless baby bimbos...

She couldn't imagine what it would be like... Even just wearing this diaper for as long as it had taken to get to the farm had been awful, although she had to admit that she'd been getting used to it as she traipsed across the field, hearing it rustle away under her skirt. She'd started to forget about it, almost, which was a bit scary... Now that she thought about it again, she realized it felt odd - not bad, just different, like it had on her bed, after listening to that file...

She gasped, lifting her skirt to see a wet spot on the diaper. Her heart thumped loudly at the sight, even as she told herself it was just the hypnosis - or whatever - that the car ride had been long and boring, and then she'd been too distracted to ask to use the bathroom when they got to the house. 

She rubbed her thighs together, staring at the damp padding. Was this really how it started? She couldn't imagine how it could go on from here, how anyone could want to have anything to do with sex after doing something so humiliating. That had to be a good sign, didn't it? If she was infected, she'd probably be just like those girls, pawing at herself, eyes rolling back in her head in sheer pleasure, looking happier than Madison had ever seen anybody before...

She chewed on her bottom lip, still looking. She didn't want to do it, not really... She was just a little curious. She knew she wouldn't like it, there was no way she could, but it wouldn't hurt to just... see... Right? Just once, that was all she'd need to make sure.

Slowly, she slid her hand across her thighs, inching it closer and closer to the padding... Then, finally, she pressed her fingers against the diaper, pushing it into herself, surprising herself with an almost instant moan.

Oh, no... She shook her head, hands letting go of the skirt, letting it fall over her diaper. This couldn't be happening... Had the file really infected her? Or was it that stupid RA, exposing her to those two girls? She took a few clumsy steps backwards, as if that would get her away from the thing taped around her waist...

Maybe it had just been her imagination, she tried to calm herself. She'd thought it had felt good, but maybe she was just imagining it.... Sure, she could run back to the house, ask to be taken to the nearest hospital to see if they could cure her, but that car ride had been sooo long... It would be silly to make the trip back so quickly without knowing for sure she needed it... Just one more time couldn't hurt, and that was all she'd let herself do, just one more...

She gasped as her fingers found the diaper again, knees going weak. That evidence certainly seemed strong, and yet... Her eyes moved to a wooden fence, just a few feet away. Maybe she should try again... Just one more time... Yeah, one more ought to let her know for sure... Then she'd definitely stop... And it would surely be best to find a way to do it where, if her legs gave out on her like they'd almost done with her last experiment, she wouldn't fall. Safety first, after all...