Adults Behaving Badly - Part 3 (Patreon)

Finally, we have Emma. In her defense, somewhat, she had just broken up with her boyfriend. Perhaps that's why she felt so inclined to butt in where she had no real business, bothering a pair of poor girls.

Emma hadn't even been sure she wanted to come to the fair; it was something she and her boyfriend had been planning, before the break-up, and had been his idea much more than hers. Now that he was gone, she didn't really have any reason to go, and the possibility that he might be there gave her a good reason not to.

Or did it? She couldn't exactly put her finger on why, that morning, she decided to head out anyway, although she told herself she needed the fresh air, the exercise of walking around the place, anything to get her out of the house. Was she really hoping to run into him, that the sight of her would make him change his mind?

Whatever her true motivations, she still wound up there, strolling through the fair, every couple she passed making her more and more unhappy... By the time she saw the two girls walking along, giggling, holding each others' hands, she couldn't help herself. She knew it was none of her business, but she didn't have the courage to say anything to any of the older couples, so these would have to do...

"Are you sisters?" she asked them, stopping in front of them.

They looked at her, then at each other, anxiety growing in their eyes. "No," one finally spoke up. "We're dating..."

"Please," Emma rolled her eyes. "You're too young for that... Especially for... this..." she gestured towards the two of them. "You don't know what you really want yet... This is just a fad, a phase..."

While she did think they weren't old enough to date, she probably would have stopped any couple their age she'd come across; she didn't really think there was anything wrong with it, she just needed some kind of ammunition, so she said the first thing that came to her mind. Unfortunately, the ones watching didn't know that, could only take her words at face value.

One of the girls had enough time to open her mouth angrily, ready to respond, before everything froze. Emma looked around, confused, seeing the crowds of people, the rides, everything, at a total stand still, too. The only thing moving was her, and there was a limit to that, since her feet seemed stuck in place. They also seemed... different. She glanced down, gasping as she saw her plain tennis shoes had changed into a pair of pink ones, decorated with Hello Kitty on the backs. Her socks were morphing, too, growing before her eyes from barely visible white to a rainbows, climbing up her legs.

But, once they reached her knees and stopped, the transformation didn't. Her shorts began to shrink, even after she grabbed at them, trying to pull on them, keep them in place, only to feel them transforming, changing from cloth to plastic, from plain khaki to rainbows, and unicorns, and hearts, before sprouting a set of tapes, taking on a very familiar, yet shocked, shape around her waist. She was wearing a diaper... And there was nothing to hide it.

Her shirt began to change, too, shortening, getting slightly more immature, and her purse morphed into a Care Bear backpack, but she couldn't be nearly as concerned with that, because something else was happening, inside of her. Moments ago, she'd felt fine; now, her tummy was filling, getting more and more uncomfortable, leaving her squirming and sweating and desperate as every passing moment brought her closer and closer to the inevitable, while she was trapped here, unable to find a bathroom to relieve herself, to keep from going right in her diaper, out here in front of everyone.

Her only comfort was the fact that all the other people were moving even less than her, didn't seem to be able to see, or at least react, to anything... But that was quite short-lived, when she looked again. There was movement, although not normal... They seemed to be slowly going backwards, as if time was rewinding, giving her another chance... Inside her guts, however, time was definitely moving forwards, bringing her ever closer to having an accident...

And, right as it began, as she couldn't hold it anymore and began to squat down, time snapped back into place, the noise and motion of the fair resuming around her while she helplessly pooped her pants in the middle of it, knowing that, since there was nothing covering her diaper, that everyone surely knew what was happening, especially if they were seeing her from behind. But it wasn't over yet... As soon as she'd finished messing herself, her feet began to move again, on their own, leading her right into the path of the girls she'd bothered, before this all started.

"Can you be my Mommies?" she heard herself ask, cheeks burning at saying that to someone this young, with no way of stopping herself. "I need a diapie change..."

They looked at each other, giggled, told her, "Umm, no thanks," and flounced off together, leaving her standing there, humiliated. When, at last, she recovered enough to realize she could move on her own, she headed straight for the nearest bathroom, nearly running towards the open doorway, desperate to get to privacy, and out of this dirty diaper, squishing and squelching with every step...

When she tried to step through the door, however, she bounced off, gasping and falling flat onto her mushy bottom. She scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could - although the damage was already done, the mess spread even further through her padding - and reached out, heart pounding as, despite not seeing anything, she felt a solid barrier between her and the bathroom.

She tried, instead, shuffling off behind the building, away from prying eyes. In her backpack was another diaper, which wouldn't have been her first choice, but was clean, anyway. When she tried to untape her current one, however, she couldn't even get a grip on the tape. She was trapped in her poopy diaper... And there wasn't any money, or credit cards, in her backpack, either, to let her buy something to wear over it.

She went to a vendor and beg for mercy, and a pair of shorts on credit, but, as soon as she opened her mouth, a pacifier appeared in it, and every word she tried to say, every attempt to spit or pull out the pacifier, only made her suck on it. She had to walk away, more embarrassed than ever...

She had to get someone else to help her, that was the only way. Yet, as she saw men walk by, and imagined walking up to them, as she was now, and asking them for anything, she started to suck on her pacifier again. Unbidden, the words she'd spoken when she'd first come out of this trance came to her, and, without knowing why, she began to suspect that she knew how to fix this: she had to find another woman, ask her to be her Mommy, which, given all the rainbows she was wearing, might be taken another way, and then beg for a change. Either that, or she'd be stuck here at this fair forever, since her keys had vanished, along with her money. Maybe, if she pulled this off, they would reappear, and she could go home... Or maybe her new Mommy would decide her baby needed to come home with her...