Demonic Possession and Diapers!? Part 2 (Patreon)

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Jackie collapsed onto her bed, taking in a deep sigh of relief before examining the white and blue rattle in her hand. She was glad to have escaped the weirdness at Arkham Nursery by bolting from the building and leaving Caitlynn behind to chase after her.

Her friend had all kinds of questions about what happened and why she'd left screaming in terror. Jackie however wasn't interested in explaining, instead demanding they go home and throwing the rattle she'd stolen at her friend.

The blonde just tossed it back after a cursory examination. "I don't want it," she scoffed, "that's your trophy for surviving the homeless person who chased you or whatever."

"It wasn't that!" Jackie shouted as they got into the car, "It was…" she trailed off, realizing that there was no way to explain the twisting labyrinth and the demon that'd pursued her. Instead, she dropped the subject but thought about it the whole ride home and for a good bit after.

She let out another sigh and cast the rattle aside, curling up on her bed. She just wanted to fall asleep and forget the whole thing had happened. It was too bad that the horned figure with red skin and yellow eyes visible in the glossy reflection of the rattle’s white shell wasn't about to let that happen. She cackled as smoke slowly drifted out of the cracks on the toy.

The next morning when Jackie stirred awake she was greeted by a moist feeling underneath her... and between her thighs… and a strange smell invaded the room. She jumped up as soon as her groggy brain processed the reality of her situation, realizing that she'd wet herself in her sleep. A large damp stain covered a large portion of her sheets.

“Wha?” was all she could get out in her still half-asleep state. “I-I peed?” she asked sleepily to no one. “I, ugh, I’ll deal with it after a shower I guess.” she sighed, trudging out of the room.

From under the bed, the demoness in the rattle laughed, watching her new plaything shuffle away. “Already not fighting the reality of the situation? I hope this little one isn’t boring!” she cackled, clicking her claws together, “Maybe instead of playing with her slowly I’ll start kicking things into gear!” She projected herself out of the toy, waiting in the corner of the room, invisible to human perception.

Jackie returned a bit later from her shower, pulling on a pair of comfortable shorts and a t-shirt before getting ready to peel her sheets off the bed and wash them. Just as the brunette started the invisible entity saw her chance, the first corner of the bedsheets came up and she pointed a black clawed finger at Jackie, warping the world around her.

From between Jackie’s legs, she felt a slight pressure. Then she caught the crinkle, a sound that made no sense coming from the thin fabric of her underwear, at least not her normal underwear. She could see the material expand to peek out the short’s leg holes. She pulled at the waistband to see the cotton fabric harden and turn into a plastic shell. It filled out the space she’d created by pulling her shorts away quickly, expanding outward as it was stuffed magically with padding.

Jackie frantically slid her shorts off to reveal the newly conjured diaper around her waist. “What the fuck!?” she yelled, digging her hands into the waistband of the new nappy and pushing it down only to find that it seemed immovable.

The demon in the corner watched Jackie struggle to rip off the diaper with glee. “Now now,” she tsked mockingly, “we can’t allow babies like you to take their diapers off. That’d be a mess.”

Jackie couldn’t hear any of this of course, and even if she could she was far too preoccupied with the stuck diaper along with her own panicked thoughts. “What is going on?” she asked herself, “What, I break into a haunted nursery and now all of a sudden I’m in diapers? I must be… CURSED!”

The realization hit her right as the plastic diaper slipped down from her hips, landing on the floor beneath her. She kicked it away with a loud grunt, just happy to be rid of it.

The demon chuckled, “To think it would be that easy.” Her head shook and she waved her claws again, this time at Jackie’s drawers just as she was pulling them open.

“Some new panties and I’ll find that damn rattle,” the brunette groaned, “that’s gotta be what’s causing it!” She froze when she saw the many pairs of panties in her drawer had all disappeared, each and every one replaced with folded plastic-shelled rectangles.

“It-It’s all diapers!” she said, slamming the drawer shut. “Fine I don’t need underwear,” she scoffed, pulling her shorts back on. “I just need to find the rattle and fast.

“Ohhh,” cooed the demon from behind her, pulling the rattle from under the bed, “Now that’s a bold move. Too bad for you poor baby girl, I can transform your clothes all day.” She gave another flick of her finger while she floated up to the top of a bookshelf, shoving the rattle to the back. “She’ll never find it there,” she cackled.

Jackie meanwhile was dealing with her shorts becoming another diaper. “DAMMIT!” she wailed, tugging helplessly at the new ruffled waistband. “Why does this keep happening?!” She dropped to her knees, examining her floor closely for the rattle she’d lost.

She couldn’t believe it. The baby toy had seemingly disappeared–she couldn’t find it anywhere. “Gah!” she yelled, throwing her hands up in resignation. Until she could find a way to break the curse it was likely better to just accept that she might have to wear diapers under her jeans.

She stood, still distraught by her situation and pulled out a pair of jeans. “These better not turn into a diaper on me too…” she said nervously.

The demoness behind her laughed, “Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. It depends on how I feel.”

Through her jeans, Jackie examined the bulk of her diaper. “At least they’re thin enough to hide.” she sighed.

“For now.” the Demoness chuckled.