The Show - Part 3 (Patreon)

Mary gasped as she woke up, tossing her blankets aside and breathing a sigh of relief not to find a wet spot there, as she'd feared. Her dreams had been plagued by the bright colors and wacky sounds from that show, Naomi and Oliver, holding hands, begging her to come play with them.

She couldn't explain it, but something about the show made her stomach turn, made her scared. She knew it was silly, that it was a show designed probably for actual kids, not even littles, yet that somehow just made it worse... It had felt like it was talking directly to her, and thinking that about its target audience just made her feel like she was... But no, she wasn't! She was an adult!

Try as she might, she couldn't get the show out of her head. She tossed and turned, attempting to go back to sleep, only for her thoughts to return to the show. Maybe if she just saw it again, knowing now what it was, it wouldn't bother her anymore, and she could stop thinking about it...

She flipped on her TV, looking through the channels, unsure whether she really wanted to find it or not; either way, she didn't. Telling herself that was that, she laid back down for a few minutes, then hopped out of bed, threw on a robe, and headed to the nearest 24-hour store. Thankfully, they had a copy of one of the DVDs, and she was able to use the self-checkout lane to keep anyone from noticing she was up at this time of the night buying a show meant for toddlers.

As soon as she got home, she popped it in and started to watch. She was certain, this time, she wouldn't let herself get distracted, that she'd just concentrate on what was actually happening. Surely, that would help... Instead, half an hour later, she was fully engrossed, enough so that, when Naomi turned to her and asked if she was nice and snugly diapered, she was disappointed to have to shake her head. 

"Well, there's no point wearing them if you aren't going to use them!" Oliver exclaimed. Mary looked away from the screen for the first time, feeling like she'd failed her new friends, somehow... It took a few seconds before she felt the warmth spreading out beneath her, soaking into her panties and PJ bottoms before making its way to her covers...

She gasped, hopping to her feet on her bed, the wetness starting to trickle down her legs now, instead, in twin yellow waterfalls while she stood there, watching, not knowing what else to do. Even after the episode ended, she stayed still, her crotch, legs, and feet now soaked. She was glad, for the first time, that this new landlady had insisted on putting plastic sheets on all the mattresses, and that she'd never had the guts to take them off, since the Amazon had made some vague threats about what would happen if she happened to check their apartments and find them not on the beds.

Obviously, she couldn't go to sleep this way, so, after a few minutes of uncertainty, she undressed, took a shower, put on a new pair of pajamas, and gathered up all of her bedding, carrying it down the halls to the laundry room. Thankfully, she didn't run into her landlady on the way there... That would have been hard to explain!

Not wanting to sit around the laundry room and wait, she headed back to her room. Instantly, she wished she'd thought to throw some other clothes into the washer, since the landlady would probably still have questions if she found just bedding and pajamas... She could have added them now, but if she was caught, that would be suspicious as well. Instead, she resolved to stay awake until the laundry was done and retrieve it then. 

Besides, while she was waiting, she could watch another episode... Though, before she did that, it was obvious she needed to go back to the store... She had accidents every now and then, so it was obviously a good idea to have a little protection in her apartment... Besides, her new friends wore diapers, and they'd really like it if she wore them when she was visiting them...

It wasn't her last trip to the store that night, either. A couple episodes later, Naomi and Oliver taught her about how hard it was to eat neatly, and how much easier it was to just wear a bib. They were so clearly right that she couldn't help but go out and get one herself, wanting to try it out when she had breakfast. Her diaper was soaked by then, and, while she didn't want to change, she made herself... She didn't even think about it as she taped herself into a fresh diaper, knowing she was just going to watch another episode when she got home. She got a few stares as she strode into the store in her diaper and PJ shirt, carrying her purse, but she'd learned in the episode she watched with Sophie that the only thing you really needed to wear over a diaper was plastic pants, if you wanted; she decided to pick up a pair of those to try out, too.

She changed into her new clothes as soon as she got home, and sat down for another episode to celebrate. At the end, as usual, Naomi asked if she had on her diaper, and she excitedly squealed, "Yes!" When Oliver told her to use them, however, something new happened. 

She'd been consistently wetting herself at that moment, which was so much fun... She could see Naomi and Oliver's diapers expanding as well, and she knew what that meant, but she'd resolved not to do that... This time, however, as she sat there, she felt a creeping, mushy sensation under her bottom that immediately took her out of the moment. She panicked, eyes wide, and, for one fateful moment, she was unsure what was happening and hopped up, afraid something was wrong. In that instant, she felt her tummy give a push, and, to her horror, a thick, squishy mess exploded into her diaper, filling every available inch before ballooning out behind her. Her friends were doing the same thing, and they seemed happy, and yet...

She shook her head, looking away from the screen and down at herself. What was she doing?! She'd accidentally wet herself before today, and it was humiliating, but not that bad... She'd never done this before, however... Only babies, and littles who deserved to be regressed, did this... She wasn't one of those, was she?! It had to be the show, it had to... She'd known there was something wrong with it!

She nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard a knock on her door. She wasn't going to answer it, until her landlady bellowed, "I know you're still in there! Let me in, young lady, you have some explaining to do!"

Naomi and Oliver had taught her that the big people always knew better, that you should always do as they said, so, despite herself, she waddled over to the door, barely noticing her thumb assuming its position in her mouth, like it had at the start of the last couple episodes. The landlady was standing on the other side of the door, Mary's laundry - which she'd forgotten all about - in her arms.

"Now, why would someone need to wash only these things, in the middle of..." the Amazon began speaking right away, then sniffed the air and looked down. "Oh, my... Do you need some help, little one?" Mary nodded - the big people loved to help, and you should always let them, to make them feel happy. "Why don't you come up to my place for a little while? I have a nice changing table there, and a friend you can play with in the morning... You clearly need a change, and it would be silly to walk all the way up there, then all the way back down, wouldn't it? She won't mind sharing her crib for the night."

Mary knew that 'friend' was the former owner of the building, that if she went up there, she'd likely end up just like her... But all she could think of, in that moment, was her DVD. She glanced over at the TV, which had gone back to the menu. "Don't worry, you can bring that with you," the Amazon promised, pushing past her, setting her laundry down, and walking over to her DVD player to take it out and put it in its case before returning to Mary and firmly holding her hand. "I'm sure the two of you will have lots of fun watching it together."

Mary knew she shouldn't go along, that she should try to break free of the woman's hand, that she should be going to sleep so she could be up in time for work the next morning, not toddling up to her landlady's apartment to get her droopy diaper changed, quite possibly to never return to her own apartment, or her adult life, again. However, her new friends had taught her there was really one appropriate response when the big people asked you to do something, and she found her mouth forming the words before she could even try to resist. "Yes, ma'am."