Hannah's Curse (Patreon)

Here's a new short story, commissioned by Invada.

"Oh, Hannah," her mother sighed. "Again?"

Hannah blushed, squirming in place in front of the kitchen table, inches away from breakfast, having hoped that she'd be able to just sit down and eat, instead of being stopped for a panty check. Of course, that was a pretty generous term for what she was wearing... Both she and her mother were well aware that what she was wearing was certainly not a pair of underwear... They were Pull-Ups.

This was, Hannah assumed, a lot like what it had been like when she was eighteen months old, when her mother was trying to potty train her for the first time. But, despite how it looked, and felt, that wasn't how old she was... She wasn't even eighteen years old anymore, as humiliating as it was to think about that, since that was when this had begun. She was nineteen now, and things were worse than ever.

"I-I'm sorry," she sniffed, bashfully tugging her PJ shorts out of her mom's hands, pulling them back over her childish undergarments. "I-I'll do better..."

The older woman looked skeptical, and for good reason - that was what Hannah always said, and yet, here they were, still struggling - but nodded, "Okay, sweetie." Hannah released a silent, inner sigh of relief, glad that she'd accepted that, and wasn't going to make her sit in her high chair like she did sometimes when she was upset. Supposedly, it was her high chair from when she'd been a baby, though, considering how perfectly she fit in it now, Hannah wasn't sure if her mother was telling the truth about that or not. The same could be said about the crib she ended up in for punishment now and then as well.

Hannah sat at the table, feeling her training panties squish beneath her as she reached for the spoon to start eating her oatmeal. She wasn't a big fan of it, however, this wasn't the time to complain. She had been trying her best... She'd known she needed to go again after her mother changed her out of her nighttime diaper, and she'd fully intended to go to the bathroom... She'd just gotten distracted, as usual.

She thought, sometimes, about how it had happened... She remembered being in high school, getting really good grades, having a boyfriend, graduating... And then, the next thing she could recall, she was like this, struggling to keep her pants dry, wearing Pull-Ups during the day, and Pampers at night. She knew she ought to be too big for either of those... Somehow, they fit perfectly anyway. Her mother never seemed to question it, so she didn't too much either, but there was a nagging thought in the back of her mind that it wasn't right.

She knew better than to think too hard about that; it was a good way to distract herself, which normally ended up with her having yet another accident, and getting a lecture from her mom about how sometimes she wondered if Hannah even wanted to be a big girl again. It was so easy to get caught up in futile pondering that she couldn't help herself, and, as she lost herself in thought, it was like some other, infantile version of herself took over...

"Hannah!" her mother snapped, breaking her out of her latest reverie. "Look at this mess!"

"No," Hannah whined, wriggling her bottom. "I-I didn't..." She didn't often do that... Once a month, maybe, if she was very unlucky. That was one thing she could be grateful for, at least. That wasn't what her mom was talking about, though... The girl glanced down at herself, shocked to see what must have been half the oatmeal from her bowl covering her pajamas.

"You know what?" her mother picked her up - something else that Hannah didn't think should be possible - carrying her to her bedroom, stripping her out of her clothes. "If you want to act like such a baby, young lady, then that's what you'll get!"

"No, Mommy!" Hannah shook her head, watching the woman pick up one of her Pampers, laying it out on her changing pad. "Mommy, Zoe's coming over today!"

But she got taped into a diaper anyway... And that wasn't all. Her mother carried her back down to the kitchen, where the pan she'd cooked the oatmeal in was waiting. "You really want to be a baby?" she asked. "Let's see how you like it!"

Before Hannah could do anything to stop her - not that she would have been able to, most likely - her mom had turned her around, dumped the remaining lukewarm mush into the back of her diaper. The girl wrinkled her nose, feeling it squelch against her as the diaper snapped back into place, reminding her of the few times she did mess herself. She hated when her mother punished her this way... It always made her feel so little, even more than usual... She felt her thumb make its way to her mouth as she stood there, Pampers drooping, staring up at her.

"Weren't you worried about Zoe coming over?" the woman reminded her after a few moments. "Do you want her to see you like that?"

Hannah shook her head, toddling back to the staircase, groaning as the mass in her diaper shifted between her legs, every step making her feel smaller, more helpless. The extra bulk of the Pampers didn't help, either... It was one thing to wear them to bed, when she was just going to be lying down, but walking in them felt completely different. She was glad she didn't have to do it often... 

She barely had time to get dressed, pulling on a dress and some socks and shoes, before she heard the doorbell ring, and had to waddle back down the stairs, answering the door, face already red, to see her best friend standing there... With her boyfriend.

There was a lot Hannah knew she should understand, but didn't, and the way she felt when she saw Zoe's boyfriend was one of them. He was so big, and handsome, and there was a part of Hannah that seemed to think he ought to be with her... Until she looked at herself, remembered how much trouble she had staying dry. There was no way he'd ever consider dating anyone like her...

"Good to see you two," Hannah's mother smiled at them. "Are you having a good spring break so far?"

"Yes, ma'am," Zoe answered politely.

"Would you mind babysitting Hannah here for a little while? I have some shopping to do." Hannah pouted, hating that her mother referred to it that way when they were friends... And hating even more when her mother made her put on the silly green raincoat she'd had for her for so long, and Hannah had never worn, with the hood that had a froggy's face on it, complete with giant googly eyes. A pair of green rainboots completed the look, putting even more distance between her and Zoe, who she could have sworn used to be shorter than her, though, staring up at her now, that seemed impossible.

"There's a chance of rain," her mom told her when she fussed. "I won't have you catching a cold if you get caught in it."

"Yes, ma'am," she crossed her arms poutily, not wanting to get punished in front of her friends, but wanting them to see she wasn't wearing this voluntarily. From the smiles she saw them all exchange, she suspected it might not have worked as well as she'd hoped.

It didn't take long for Hannah to realize Zoe was taking her to the playground just down the street. "D-Do we have to go there?" she groaned, nibbling at her bottom lip, fighting to stop herself from sucking her thumb. She hated a lot about this whole thing; being around real children was, perhaps, the worst. She hated how well she blended in, how nobody, from the kids themselves, to their parents, ever questioned it... She wasn't a toddler, she knew she wasn't, but when she was surrounded by them, it was sometimes hard to remember... Especially, she suspected, when she was in a messy diaper, even if it wasn't a mess she'd made.

As dumb and childish as the raincoat was, it did give her some extra protection from having that diaper seen. Her dress was long enough, and about as long as any dress that fit her now was, but, on a playground, it was hard to guarantee nothing would happen. The raincoat was a bit longer, and it rustled just enough that, hopefully, if Zoe's boyfriend overheard her diaper, he'd blame it on that.

"It'll be fun," Zoe promised. "You'll have a blast!"

Hannah noted that her friend had said she would... Zoe wouldn't be playing, obviously. She was a grown-up... In fact, once they arrived, she sent Hannah off to play, and almost immediately when Hannah turned to look at her, she was already making out with her boyfriend. Hannah blushed, squirming, feeling a pang of jealousy as she stood there in her mushy pants.

With so many mothers, and experienced babysitters, around, Hannah had to do her best not to walk as normally as possible, knowing, from other trips, that they didn't necessarily have to be able to see her diaper to know it was full. She didn't want any of them to approach Zoe and tell her, certainly not while her boyfriend was right there.

"Hey," Zoe came up behind her, taking her by surprise, after she'd spent a while standing at the corner of the sandbox, sullenly watching a little boy struggle to build a castle. "Is something wrong?"

"N-No," Hannah lied. She didn't want to play, to let the other girl's boyfriend see her do that... But there was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to plop down and try to build something herself.

"We're here to play!" Zoe smiled, picking her up easily. "Let's play!" Hannah kicked her feet as she was carried over to the swings, heart racing as she realized she was being taken to the baby swings at the end, with their hard, plastic seats...

"M-Maybe we could..." she tried to suggest, but, before she could get it out, she'd been sat down, her eyes widening as her backside sank into the mushy mass in her diaper for the first time. She squirmed, unable to go anywhere, the seat rising up high behind her, and between her legs, giving her no escape from the reality of the state of her Pampers.

She'd had the misfortune of having to sit while in a dirty diaper before... Never this long, however, and never like this. She felt tinier, more helpless, than ever, like she was too small to play with the other kids at the playground, not too old... It wasn't Zoe's fault, of course, she couldn't have known, but Hannah's head was spinning by the time the girl stopped pushing her on the swings.

"Do we need to go deal with your diaper, sweetie?" she asked, lifting her out of the seat at last.

"N-No!" Hannah shook her head, horrified to realize she had her thumb in her mouth, removing it right away, wondering how long it had been there. "I-I didn't use it!" It was true, even if it didn't feel that way. 

"Well, why don't we go get something to drink at least?" Zoe suggested. Hannah nodded, toddling along beside her, her swing ride leaving her too disoriented to think about trying to walk normally. Sure enough, once they returned to where Zoe's boyfriend was waiting on a bench, Hannah heard her friend whisper to him, "I think we need to go home for a diaper change."

"No!" she stomped her rainboot-clad foot. "I said I was fine!" Why wouldn't she listen to her?! She was supposed to be her friend! Upset, she took off at as much of a run as her short legs and the bulk of her diaper would allow, searching for some place to hide, finally ending up under the slide, sitting and hugging her knees, sniffling to herself, "I'm not a baby... I'm not..."

She didn't have a plan... Even if Zoe left without her, she was bound to return with her mom before long, and then Hannah would really be in trouble. Theoretically, she could run off and live by herself, since she was an adult... But who would rent her a place to stay? Who would give her a job? She knew she was a grown-up; she'd spent quite a while here, among toddlers, however, and nobody had thought she was out of place.

She didn't have the chance to work out a plan, as she felt a hand tap her on the back. "Tag!" Zoe's boyfriend called out. "You're it!"

Hannah jumped, blushing bright red as she felt her diaper start to warm, her bladder letting go at the surprise, not expecting anyone to find her, as if this was the best hiding place in the world. Before she could get too upset about it, though, he'd picked her up, twirling her around in the air, and, despite herself, she started to giggle, feeling a strange tickle in her tummy as her carried her over to Zoe, feeling his strong arms around her...

Luckily, Zoe didn't look too mad. She did make Hannah hold her hand as they walked back home, however... And, when they arrived, they saw Hannah's mother, unloading her car, full of bag after bag... of diapers.

"Mommy!" Hannah broke free of Zoe's grip, toddling up to her, wishing she was bigger, so she could try to hide the view of all those Pampers from Zoe, and, especially, her boyfriend. "I-I don't need all those!"

"There was a big clearance sale," her mother told her. "And, honestly, sweetie, your Pull-Ups are just too expensive when you don't make it to the potty that often anyway."

"Yes, I do!" Hannah whimpered, hoping the other two somehow hadn't heard that. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, staring at her future, there in the trunk of her mother's car. She didn't really think she was going to go through that many diapers... Did she? These were going to last months... She wasn't really going to be like this for that much longer, would she? She was a grown-up... Any day now, she was going to figure out what was wrong, why this was happening, and put a stop to it!

"Come on, sweetie," Zoe took her hand again. "Why don't we get out of your Mommy's way? I'll go get you changed, okay?" She led the sniffling Hannah away, the smaller girl watching unhappily as Zoe's boyfriend started to help her mother unload the car, giving him the perfect view of her diapers, ensuring that he, too, knew she was nothing more than a baby.