Demonic Possession and Diapers! Part 8 (Patreon)

Now that she was shocked into focus Jackie was fully realizing that her diaper had indeed gotten thicker. In fact, it concerned her so much that she’d totally missed her mispronunciation of the word “diaper.”

The nappy was likely twice the thickness of the one she’d put on the night before and she struggled with it significantly while trying to navigate her room in a panic. "What's going awhn?" she asked herself, practically toppling over due to the newly added weight.

No answer presented itself to Jackie, neither in the form of a supernatural occurrence nor someone providing exposition. Her mother wasn't even in the house today. She was alone and expected to solve her problem herself. Given her prior experience with trying to remove her padding or replacing it, Jackie thought better of trying to do either. Instead, she decided to just live with the unwanted addition and power through it.

She dug into her closet, searching for something to cover the bulky diaper, but when it yielded nothing she threw her hands up in frustration. None of her jeans were going to fit over the massive padding, no matter what she tried. Seeing no other alternative Jackie pulled one of the few skirts she owned off a hanger.

She was determined not to let the diaper interfere with her daily life, at least not fully. She’d survived one day while padded, having even fought back against the supernatural forces affecting her mind and body. The only option she saw now was to keep going forward with it.

Still, in the hours since she’d woken up Jackie hadn't been affected by a new preternatural occurrence since her nightmare. She could only hope that it wouldn't worsen any more than it already had and that the "weird shit" had leveled out for the time being.

With her diaper concealed and the perception of reality untainted by the strange entity bothering her (at least she thought it was untainted), she stepped out of the house to start her week.

Day 1

She started her Monday by strolling into the student store to buy her books for the next semester of college. While difficult with the newly thickened diaper, she managed to get in and out of the store without much incident. There'd been a few close calls though.

At one point she'd brushed past another shopper with her backside emitting a loud crinkle as their arm brushed it, at the cashier she'd also lost a couple of her words to the new lisp she'd acquired though she herself didn't notice it, and as she was leaving she'd also caught a comment from a frat bro who was ogling her mentioning her “dump truck ass.”

After a lot of blushing as she shuffled out of the store, Jackie went straight home, deciding to hide out for the rest of the day.

Day 2

Tuesday was quiet. Though she’d wet herself a few times she was always quick to change and replace her nappy after each use, wiping away the accidents carefully. When she wasn’t peeing and cleaning herself, she spent the rest of her day on the couch, seriously engaged in a very interesting show about colors and numbers.

She couldn’t recall how it’d come on or why she was watching it but no matter how hard she tried her attention kept returning to the colorful display on the screen. It became an hourly cycle. Jackie would wet herself, pop her thumb out of her mouth and go upstairs to change it. After each new diaper, she’d land back on the couch to watch her new puppet friends explain the number twelve. At some point, her eyes started fluttering and she fell asleep on the plush couch cushions.

Day 3

On the third day Jackie rolled off the couch with a yawn, still feeling the effects of exhaustion. The nightmares hadn’t stopped, and the experience of being chased in her dreams made for a terrible night's rest. Plus, passing out on her couch likely didn't help either.

She stood slowly, letting the diaper between her legs sag low, obviously soaked through but still without the vile muck of an accident added to it.

“Nnnngh~” Jackie groaned, shaking her hips and wiggling the massive soaked nappy between her legs, “My diapee is all wet.” Her voice had a whiny quality to it as she prodded the front of the nappy dipping below her knees. She was secretly wishing for the sweet relief of somebody else changing her.

Instead, she had to do it herself and without thinking Jackie untaped the diaper, dropping the padding to the floor with a heavy plop. Without a second thought, she walked away from the still-open diaper, leaving it in the middle of the living room without a second thought.

She had one responsibility on her mind, and that was a new nappy. Disposal or a proper change didn’t even occur to her. She made the trek back up to her room bottomless and, from her underwear drawer, pulled out a new diaper and haphazardly taped it on. There were no wipes, lotion, or powder, just a badly taped diaper.

She however thought nothing of it and was just glad to be changed. With a new nappy on her one-track mind swapped to the next task, abandoning whatever worries her thoughtless change might bring. She still needed a few things for school, a laptop being at the top of her list. A quick trip to the local electronics store wasn’t too much of a drive for her but apparently grabbing a pair of pants to hide her new nappy was. She’d grabbed her wallet but forgotten a decent outfit or even to run a comb through her hair.

Once at the store, Jackie didn’t even make it to the computers. An aisle full of toys grabbed her attention and she ran straight to them like a kid with stars in her eyes. The employees of the store immediately noticed that she looked out of place and she was making a right mess as every toy she picked up was quickly dropped in favor of another nearby.

Due to the strange apparel and attitude, she was removed from the store. The stern words from the adults about her public indecency and being a disruptive mess barely registered to Jackie. She looked at the store employees with confusion, only understanding that they wanted her to leave when a large security guard escorted her out.

Jackie waddled out of the store dejectedly. With a sigh she threw herself into the front seat of her car, still not quite sure why everyone had gotten so mad at her...