The Magic Typewriter (Patreon)

A commission from an anonymous Patron to do one of the suggestions from the Community Story poll that didn't quite make it.

"I can't believe her," Kristin shook her head, fuming. She would never have even known if one of her co-workers hadn't asked her if it was true, and then told her where she'd seen it... She wasn't sure if that would have been better or worse. After the breakup, she'd unfollowed her old girlfriend's social media, and, surprisingly, hadn't been tempted to peek back at it and see what she was up to.

And, in the meantime, Leyla had been telling all kinds of embarrassing stories about her 'ex-girlfriend,' all her deepest, darkest secrets, things Kristin had told her only because she'd promised not to repeat them. Of course, once she saw that, she'd sent a DM, asking what she thought she was doing. 

Leyla's response? 'I didn't say your name, so nobody will know who it is. Chill out.'

Obviously, that wasn't true; Kristin was her last girlfriend, so she'd be the first person people thought of! And she had her co-worker to prove it... But she had a feeling that wasn't going to matter to Leyla, that she wasn't going to listen to reason. Her first instinct was to get revenge, to do the same thing to her, though she knew that was silly, and childish, and would really only encourage her to keep going.

So, instead, she decided to do something just for herself. It wouldn't stop the posts, or convince anyone that it was somebody else Leyla was talking about... It might make her feel better, however, and that was going to have to be good enough. It only seemed right to do it with the typewriter Leyla had given her, one of the last nice things she'd done for her. Kristin was always talking about wanting to give being a writer a try... This wasn't going to get her any closer to that, but it might still be fun...

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Leyla saw the straps right away, though she didn't think much of them. "Somebody's getting frisky in the stairwell," she giggled to herself as she passed them by, leaving it at that. It was odd to see them there, looped around the posts of the bannister, pink cuffs dangling open from the end of each, sure, but she was more curious about who had left them than anything. Had they been interrupted in the middle of some fun, made to flee when they heard the door open, with no time to retrieve their toys, pretending it hadn't been them?

It was hard to tell who it might have been - she was tempted to do a stake-out to see - yet she had little doubt about who could have interrupted it, whose presence would have sent anyone running. Rosalie was one of the other occupants of the building, and she was a total prude... She'd complained to Leyla about her making out with Kristin in the hall, even though it was barely a peck. Nobody liked her, and she definitely wouldn't have approved of whatever was going on here, so all it would have taken was the sound of her voice to clear the area.

For now, Leyla was going to have to leave the mystery alone, but she hoped they'd still be up when she returned, to give her another chance at figuring this out. She stepped out of the stairwell, heading to the entrance of the apartment building, only to be stopped short. "Oh!" the new lobby attendant, the one Leyla hadn't even bothered to learn the name of yet, called out. "Ma'am! You just had a package delivered!"

A package? Leyla wasn't expecting anything... She did love surprises, however. And she wasn't in so big of a rush that she couldn't see what this was... She took it, glancing over to check that the elevator wasn't there. She lived on the second floor, which meant it was usually faster to take the stairs than to wait on the elevator, unless she just so happened to catch it.

It wasn't, so she headed back to the stairwell, chuckling to herself; apparently, she was going to see the straps again after all, although whoever had left them probably still wasn't going to be there. As she pushed the door open, she looked down at the package, pausing when she saw the name written on it. "Seriously?" she rolled her eyes.

It wasn't even addressed to her! Had the attendant gotten mixed up, given her the wrong thing? Or, worse, had he actually mistaken her for Erin? Leyla had always found Erin kind of weird, and creepy, and she'd loved making fun of her to Kristin behind her back... Other than perhaps Rosalie, she was the last person in the building she'd want people to mistake her for!

But... She did have to wonder what the woman had gotten. It had been given to her, and she could pretend she hadn't seen who it was for until she'd opened it. It was wrapped in paper, rather than in a box, and she'd been squeezing it to see if she could guess already... Now that she knew it was for Erin, she was pretty sure she knew, and it made her want to confirm it all the more.

Unable to help herself, she ripped open the paper, giggling to herself when she, indeed, saw a package of adult diapers staring back at her. Was it the same kind she'd seen in a dumpster one day, going to take her trash out? She had to assume so... She'd told Kristin that she was sure it belonged to Erin, and Kristin had been a stick in the mud, saying she had no proof. Well, now she did! 

"What a weirdo," she smirked to herself, pondering what she should do now, taking a step forward...

Or trying to, anyway. Because she'd stopped too close to the doorway, and her dress was caught, trapped between the door and the frame. "Crap," she grumbled, twisting, her dress too tight to let her go too far. "Oh, come on..." Holding the diapers in one hand, she fumbled behind herself, searching for the handle so she could open the door, but, try as she might, she couldn't find it from where she was standing. "Just let go!" She pushed forward instead, hoping the fabric of her dress would slide free of the door...

Instead, she heard a rip, and, before she could stop herself, she'd torn herself free of her dress, stumbling forward, nearly naked, getting only a step or two before she felt her bra hook catch on the fabric of her ruined dress, spinning her around before it was yanked free, falling off her chest as she struggled to keep her balance, fumbling backwards, tripping over the diapers she'd dropped, knocking her shoes loose from her feet, falling off as she continued to move, arms desperately flailing...

Right into the waiting cuffs. She wasn't sure how it happened, how she'd managed to land just right to make the cuffs close and fasten around her wrists, but she did. She gasped, trying to lift her arm, only to have it stopped short as she reached the end of the strap's length. She really wished now that, despite the heat, she'd put a pair of panties on, rather than going commando, because here she was, naked, arms restrained... And a package of diapers at her feet.

Of course it was Rosalie who found her that way... She should have expected that, honestly. She hadn't known, at first, whether to yell out for help, and have somebody find her here like this, or to wait, but it hadn't taken long for her to realize that the latter wasn't going to do her any good. Try as she might, she couldn't get free from the cuffs, which meant she was going to be stuck here until somebody showed up.

She supposed she should be grateful that anybody showed up, although it was hard to feel that way with Rosalie standing over her, eyebrows arched in disapproval. "And what is this supposed to be, young lady?" she demanded. Leyla didn't know where she got off, calling her 'young lady' like she was some naughty little girl - Rosalie was, at most, a handful of years older than her - but she had to admit it didn't feel that way now, standing there, her petite frame exposed to the much more voluptuous woman, straps too short to even let her cover herself totally.

"Is this some kind of weird, vulgar performance art?" Rosalie asked when Leyla didn't respond. "Do you think you're making some kind of a statement?"

"No," Leyla shook her head finally, blushing, eyes fixed firmly on her feet, not wanting to face the woman... Though the view there wasn't any better, the package of diapers mocking her from below. "I-I didn't mean... Th-This isn't..."

It only got worse then, as Rosalie followed her gaze. "And what are these?" she asked, bending down and picking up the diapers. "Care to explain, young lady?"

"Th-They're not mine!" Leyla insisted. "Th-They're Erin's!"

"Then why do you have them?" Rosalie sniffed. "How stupid do you think I am? I guess it's appropriate, though... The only people who ought to even consider running around naked like this are babies... And even they really shouldn't be doing that, because at the very least, they need a little..." she gave the package a squeeze, "protection. Is that what you are, Leyla?"

"No!" Leyla insisted, squirming.

"Should I call the police about this indecent exposure, then?" Rosalie leaned in closer to Leyla's face, Leyla shaking her head. "It's one or the other, young lady," Rosalie declared. "Either you're a pervert who needs to be dealt with... Or you're a baby who needs a diaper. Which is it?"

Leyla watched helplessly as she tore open the package, sliding one of the diapers out. Her stomach churned, looking at how thick it was, hearing the crinkle of it, smelling what seemed to be a faint scent of baby powder coming off of it... She was an adult! She couldn't wear that! And yet... How was she going to explain what really happened, how she'd really ended up in this situation? It was so absurd, so unlikely... Who would believe her?

"Th-The diaper," she mumbled. "I-I need the diaper..." It would be something to cover part of her body, at least... She whimpered as she felt it being pulled up between her legs, even puffier and softer than she'd imagined, Rosalie taping it extra snug so that even the tiniest movement made it rustle, sending out an audible reminder to Leyla of what she was wearing.

"C-Can you let me go now?" Leyla asked meekly when it was over, wiggling her bottom in disbelief.

"Certainly not," Rosalie huffed. "I have errands to run, young lady... But when I get back, I'm going to go to my apartment and get my heavy, wooden hairbrush to teach you a lesson about this kind of behavior, and I want to know where to find you."

"B-But..." Leyla whimpered, squirming in place. "Wh-What if somebody sees me?"

"Oh, please," Rosalie rolled her eyes. "As if that's not exactly what you want..."

It wasn't, of course... It was the last thing Leyla wanted, for any more of her neighbors to see her this way, diapered and on display... But there was nothing she could do about it. She struggled futilely in her cuffs, thinking about everyone else who lived here, all the cute guys and girls, wondering what each of their reactions would be to finding her this way... She was so worked up by the time the door finally opened again, she couldn't help herself, a trickle of urine making its way into her waiting diaper as she held her breath, waiting to see who it was, knowing that it was going to be even more humiliating now that she was wet...

Maybe it was a good thing that it was Erin. She looked surprised, of course, at first, but after a moment, a smile crossed her face. Of all the people here, she was the one Leyla least expected to judge her for this... Though, Leyla didn't want her thinking that they were the same, either. "Oh, hi, there," Erin giggled, eyeing Leyla's diaper. "I didn't know you were into this..."

"I'm not!" Leyla stomped her foot. "Please, you have to help me get out of this! Rosalie found me, and she said she was going to..." She hesitated, worried that, if she told the truth, Erin might not want to prevent it, "c-call the police..."

"She's such a buzzkill," Erin rolled her eyes before examining the cuffs. "Don't worry... I've seen these kinds of locks before. They all use the same keys. I'll go get mine." She hurried up the stairs and then back. "There we go!" she declared. "All better!"

"Thanks," Leyla rubbed her wrists, blushing as she looked up at Erin, who was still leering at her in her diaper. "I-I better..."

"Maybe you'd better hide out at my place for a bit," Erin suggested. "So Rosalie can't find you."

It was, Leyla hated to admit, a good idea. She had no idea how long it had been, but she was terrified that Rosalie would appear at any moment. She hurried up the stairs after Erin, who led her to her apartment, where Leyla was shocked to find a full-blown, adult sized nursery. "You might as well have some fun here, while you wait," she suggested.

"O-Oh, I don't..." Leyla shook her head. "I-I'm not..."

"Don't worry, no judgement here," Erin smiled. "You play here... I have some stuff to take care of."

Leyla wrinkled her nose as she looked around at the nursery, hating how much it looked like she belonged here. The worst part, however, were the huge windows, no blinds or curtains up to hide what was happening inside from the outside world... She'd never noticed this from the outside, but maybe she hadn't known to look... Or maybe Erin had just finished it. It was hard to tell.

She had no intention of 'playing' with anything here, not wanting to so much as touch any of it... She was ready to leave already, was even preparing to call out to tell Erin that she'd just go back to her own apartment after all...

The words caught in her throat, and suddenly, she was coughing, choking. Frantically, she grabbed for the closest thing she saw that she could drink, not caring in the moment that it was a baby bottle, pushing it into her mouth and guzzling it down, trying to clear her throat. She stumbled, attempting to calm down, not noticing as she made her way right in front of one of those windows, her back to it.

The milk didn't look quite right, nor did it taste normal, but she had no way of knowing what was in it, or how fast it worked, not until she felt a pang in her bladder, her free hand shooting down towards it desperately... And then, her stomach began to rumble. She pressed her backside against what she was leaning against frantically, head spinning, yet still unable to make herself stop drinking, even as the pangs got worse, and worse, until right there, right in front of the window, looking right out onto the street below, she helplessly, and thoroughly, used her diaper, guaranteeing that there would be no way she could convince Erin she wasn't really into all of this...

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It was all very silly, Kristin knew, but it had been fun, putting it all together, and she'd been right... It had made her feel a little better, imagining all of that. She had her own errands to run, however, so she pulled the last page out of her typewriter and set it aside, not sure what she was going to do with it. There was no way she was going to show it to anybody, but it might be fun to read it over again sometime.

She wasn't sure what made her do it, but, as she passed by Leyla's apartment building, she looked over at it, rather than pretending it didn't exist, the way she had been ever since the breakup. She glanced up to the floor Erin lived on, a tiny smirk forming on her face as she recalled the story...

And there, in one of the windows she could have swore was always covered in blinds before now, she saw a nursery, and in it, a tiny figure in what, even from here, Kristin could tell was a very thick diaper. Two, quite possibly, just like in her story... After being caught by Erin in her very wet and messy diaper, Erin had suggested some ways for her to have fun, had put her into a cloth diaper over her used one, and plastic pants, popping a pacifier into her mouth and tying a bonnet around her head, encouraging her to try humping a pillow in it to see how good it felt, while Leyla tried, and failed, to convince her that all she wanted was to get cleaned up, and back into big girl panties.

It was a weird coincidence, Kristin thought, that she'd caught Erin seemingly doing exactly that, today of all days, rubbing desperately against a pillow on the floor, her back to the window. Apparently Leyla had been right about her having a diaper fetish... That only made the story more amusing to her. What was even stranger was that her hair was pink, just like Leyla dyed hers... Had she seen Leyla's hair, and been inspired? Was it a wig?

To her surprise, as she watched, the door opened, and two figures walked in... Two figures who were definitely Erin and Rosalie, who, even from here, Kristin could see was holding a hairbrush. The little pink-haired figure on the floor was too far gone now, grinding and panting, just like Leyla had done in her story, mortified at how much this was turning her on, despite everything, despite knowing that anybody could just look up from the street and see her doing this...

Kristin saw Rosalie smack the hairbrush on the palm of her hand, the sound snapping the pink-haired girl out of her reverie. She scrambled off the floor, staring down at the floor, feet shuffling nervously, squirming in place, not quite having been able to reach orgasm, while Rosalie gave her a lecture. Kristin couldn't hear it from there, obviously, but she had a feeling, as unlikely as it was, that she knew exactly what was being said; she had written it, after all.

And, sure enough, when it was over, Rosalie grabbed the girl by the ear, yanking her back over by the window, to a chair Erin had helpfully placed there. Kristin giggled as she saw her ex-girlfriend's face plainly at last, seeing the panic that washed over it as she was dragged over Rosalie's lap, in full view of the street below. Kristin gave her a wave, but she was confident that Leyla was too ashamed to even glance out the window, and would be until the spanking was over, and she was put into time out against it, giving her no choice but to look out at the crowd that had gathered to witness her punishment.

Leyla would have loved to see that, obviously... But she already had some ideas for the next chapter bubbling up inside of her, and she couldn't wait to get them down on paper. Besides, if she wrote it right, she'd have plenty more opportunities to enjoy her ex-girlfriend's fate in the future...