Demonic Possession and Diapers!? Part 7 (Patreon)

The first few hours with the plug inside her made Jackie regret her decision infinitely more. She was able to get a new diaper on over it, but the movement of her cheeks and the material pushing against the flared base shifted the massive object uncomfortably within her bowels. With no wiggle room in her intestines, she could feel it pull at the organ itself, shifting it entirely within her.

When she tried to sit on her bed Jackie found it to be far too uncomfortable though standing wasn’t much better with the slight sway of her hips again causing irritating shifting. Almost an hour went by with Jackie attempting to find a comfortable position in her own bedroom.

Lying on her back caused the plug to force its way a few centimeters deeper into her butt. When she tried to lay on her stomach, using the plush material of her comforter, she cringed. The insane bulk meant it created a slight bulge in her abdomen and even the soft blanket proved to apply too much resistance for her stretched stomach.

Eventually, after a lot of tossing and turning, Jackie settled for lying on her side. While her arm was squished and uncomfortable under her, it was a small annoyance when compared to the excruciating strain created whenever she tried to touch the plug.

“That witch in the shop really screwed me over.” Jackie grumbled, “Never told me the damn plug would balloon up. Hopefully I can find something in that magic book to help. If not I’ll march right back into that shop and ask for a refund.”

Despite all her big words toward the situation, Jackie didn’t suspect she’d do any of that. It was more Caitlynn’s thing to be the bitchy customer, the one who made sure she got what she wanted. Jackie was more apt to count the situation as a loss and move on.

“I can’t really just let it go though...” she said herself struggling for a moment with a thin sheet. She was shocked to learn it was still too much for her sensitive belly.

Sleep came after a lot of uncomfortable shifting struggling while still sleeping on her side. Even after she drifted off her dreams kept her from any sort of relief…

One moment Jackie’s eyes were fluttering, indicating that she was fading away from the waking world. She was staring across her room before her eyelids slowly encroached on that view and finally replaced it with darkness. However, when she opened them again, the place she saw wasn’t her room.

It was similar to her room, nearly identical in layout, but the details were all wrong. The walls were distinctly those of Arkham Nursery, easily recognizing them from the recent terrifying experience burned into her memory.

She also recognized the crib that replaced her bed from that memory, but it was like that place was shakily overlaid over her room. Like a picture printed on clear material and overlaid on another. It was familiar in the wrong way to Jackie and it made her want to run.

The problem was that there was nowhere to go. She tried to move but at some point she’d ended up on the floor, leaning back on her knees rather than laying in bed. In her hands, she had a bottle, and sweet formula was filling her maw as she greedily drank.

It made no sense to Jackie: where’d the formula come from? Why was she drinking it? More importantly, why couldn’t she stop?

Dropping the bottle took extreme effort from Jackie, any muscle movement feeling like it took extreme effort. It was like her joints were crusted over with resin or ice and fighting against her wishes.

Eventually she freed the glass bottle of milk from her hands and placed her palms flat on the ground. Jackie thought herself ready to move, but shifting her legs and pulling her body weight forward in an agonizingly slow crawl yielded no ground gained.

There was a weight tugging on her hips. She became acutely aware of a new and off-putting sensation. The feeling of warmth radiating against her sensitive lower skin drew her attention back behind her.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the lumpy rounded protrusion hanging from her ass. The thing was nearly as tall as her on her hands and knees and extended at least two feet behind.

"That can't be… a diaper!?" Jackie thought, unable to believe she'd filled it so much. Though, thinking about it and remembering her embarrassing wetting in the square, suddenly it didn’t seem as impossible;—maybe the dark magic could make her poop that much.

It was almost instantaneous, as if her body was working to illustrate the point. A loud fart heralded the action moments before an unbelievable amount of stinky gunk pushed into her diaper, causing it to expand out another six inches in every direction.

Jackie cried out in horror, attempting to verbalize her disgust toward the situation, but the verbs and consonants pouring out of her mouth had become a jumbled mess. All she could do was babble nonsense as her body pushed wave after wave into the back of her already massive diaper.

The mess kept coming for minutes—or was it hours, though it was impossible to know—? She wasn’t sure anymore. All of her time seemed to blend together. The world was moving around her and yet she was stuck in one place. All this existential dread washed over her as she forced more shit into her packed pamper.

When Jackie woke up she was covered in a cold sweat with her eyes squinting to fend off the morning sun. She was glad to be free of the strange and twisted world within her dreams when she fell asleep, but the uncomfortable pressure from the plug reminded her she wasn’t totally free of her torment.

Pushing off the bed proved to be a relief. The solace of sleep being taken from her was far more disquieting to Jackie than whatever her nightmare was. With little to do other than starting her day, she waddled over to her dresser. As she walked she couldn’t help but notice something different.

“Is this diapaw thicker!?” she exclaimed.