A Little Journey (Patreon)

Cassie sighed as she closed the door to her bedroom, exhausted from a long day at school. She stretched out her arms in a dramatic manner,  trying to alleviate the tension and ache she felt within her bones while yawning towards the ceiling. A kick of each of her feet sent her flip flops sailing across the room until they smacked against the wall, landing atop a big pile of dirty laundry. The poor college student couldn't be bothered to do any laundry, instead opting to collapse face first onto her soft, inviting bed.


After a few minutes of peaceful silence her phone began to vibrate, alerting her that a text had come through. Cassie lifted her head off of her pillow and groaned upon seeing who the text was from.


"Tori..."


Cassie muttered, not happy to see a text from her best friend. She just wanted to relax after a long week of classes and tests, but no matter how hard she tried, everyone kept bugging her. All week long Tori was asking her what her plans were for Spring Break and she felt lame to admit that she had none. She was a broke college kids with no where to go, not that it really bothered her. What really got her goat was the fact that everyone else was actually going somewhere exotic or traveling to Europe while she sat on her ass at home. Even her parents had already left the state for a week long visit to her grandparents house, not that she wanted to go to Arizona and listen to her grandfather's drunken tales of yesteryear's lost glory, but it probably would've been better than doing nothing.


Inhaling deeply, Cassie rolled onto her back and fired back a reply.


*Just trying to sleep.*


A moment later her cell phone buzzed again.


*Sleep? Ur such a dork!*


Cassie rubbed her right of her head in annoyance. Sometimes she wondered why she still talked with Tori. Sure, they had been friends since elementary school, but as time moved forward, they had become two completely different people. Tori was very outgoing and lively while Cassie prefered to just hang out at home. Then again her blond friend was practically a giant, standing at five foot ten inches tall compared to Cassie's tiny five feet two inches of height and her body gave her plenty of reasons to be confident in social situations. She sported a perfectly toned ass and had breasts that could rival Hollywood's best.


*Not a dork!*

Cassie looked at what she just texted, realizing that her retort was beyond lame; it was downright childish.


*Anyway*


*Wish I could sleep*


*Been stuck in this lame ass line for an hour*


'At least I'm not stuck going through security at the airport.' Cassie thought before texting a sympathetic emoji.


Before she could get Tori's response her cell phone went dead, ending the conversation before it even got started. Cassie knew that Tori would be pissed at her for blowing her off, but what could she do? Her phone had literally ran out of juice and it wasn't like she was purposely ignoring her or something.


Cassie rolled back onto her face, desperate to be embraced by the sandman's warm grasp. However, after a few minutes of trying to force herself to sleep, she realized that she couldn't just fall asleep dressed like she was.


"Shit."


The young woman groaned and gazed towards her window. It was dark out, probably past nine at night, but at least it was Friday. Still, it would've been so much better if she had a bit of weed to smoke. At least that would get her nice and drowsy, she concluded. The realization that she was out of pot gave her an interesting idea. 'Maybe I don't need to go somewhere exotic. Maybe what I need is to take a spiritual journey.' She smiled and sat up.


As she walked over to her combination vanity and work desk, she pulled off her shirt and flung it over to where her other dirty clothes rested. Now clad in only her bra and jeans, she practically fell into her office style chair. The pint sized student stared at her blank laptop screen for a few seconds before it all clicked. She had to search for some mind altering substance that would allow her to fly through the heavens or sail across the waves of ecstasy. Ultimately, it didn't matter what got her high but that it last for a few hours and brighten her otherwise dull existence.


A search for "mind altering drugs" on the world's most widely used search engine turned up some rather unexpected results. Underneath a few wiki pages was a row of images depicting pretty looking cacti with the heading "Psychoactive Cacti". Names such as Peyote, Lophophora, Toothpick cactus and Pelecyphora greeted her as she clicked on each one, curious as to what they could do for her. After a bit if reading, she came to the conclusion that none of them were right for her. On top of the potential physical side effects, she didn't think that trying to eat a cactus to trip balls would be the best of ideas, especially if it worked. 'Fuck. What if I accidentally put my hand on the stupid thing when I'm high?'


Ultimately, she quickly realized that the cactus option wouldn't even be feasible since the nearest cactus was probably a couple of hundred miles away from where she sat. Not ready to throw in the towel, Cassie clicked on a few more links to things like MDMA and d-lysergic acid diethylamide. Several browser tabs later, she sighed as it became apparent that she probably wouldn't be able to get any of these mentally stimulating chemicals. Cassie knew that a few of her friends had connections to get ecstasy and LSD, but they were the same friends who decided to go backpacking I'm Europe. Besides, she didn't want to try and secure the drugs herself because the very idea of spending her Spring break in jail frightened the shit out of her.


Right as she was about to give up, she noticed one particular site which was being advertised in a banner as having the latest, greatest, legal way to expand the mind. Typically, she never clicked on these things since they were always scams, but she figured that she had nothing to lose. After all, why did she pay for virus protection if she never used it?


With the click of her mouse she was transferred to the site tauting "YD3" as a miracle drug that promised to blast open the doors of perception while simultaneously granting users a trip down memory lane. As Cassie scrolled down the site, she noticed that it featured a few reviews about this new wonder drug. She spent a few minutes reading the "testimonials" and realized that YD3 was totally legal! Not only that, but it was supposed to make you "feel like a kid again" as one user so eloquently put it.


Cassie smiled as she stared at the "purchase" button, remembering her happy childhood. It never dawned on her, until that moment, that she had lost her childlike sense of wonder and excitement. She always tried to be positive and try new things, like smoking pot, but as the years went by, she was becoming more tired and grouchy. One thing was for certain, she missed just being able to not worry about school or drama like when she was a kid. 'Maybe this is exactly what I need?'


A mouse click later and she was filing out her basic information for shipping. According to the website, next day shipping was available for a five buck fee. 'Why not? I only have a week by myself.' Cassie happily clicked the box for one day shipping and closed the web browser. She stood up and made her way over to her bed where she sat on the edge of her mattress and yanked off her tight skinny jeans. Cassie looked at her digital alarm clock and was surprised to see that it was already two in the morning. The sudden realization of the hour made her feel even more tired, especially after the struggle of removing her pants, she yawned once again and got under her covers.


"Tomorrow is gonna be great."


A sudden chiming noise woke Cassie from her sleep. The college student looked around for a few seconds, startled and confused by the sudden intrusion from her slumber until she heard the door bell ring again.


"Who could that be?"


Cassie rolled out of bed and made her way down the hallway until she reached the front door. She wasn't tall enough to see through the peephole so she did what she always did; she slightly opened the door and gazed out through the crack to see who was there. Seeing no one standing in front of her door, Cassie sighed. Was this going to be how her Spring Break started? Dealing with the stupid neighborhood kids ding dong ditching her?


As Cassie was closing the door she caught a glimpse of a little box perched on her welcome mat out of the corner of her eye. The presence of such a curious box caused the events of the previous night to come flooding back to her as she remembered her late night research and subsequent purchase.


"No way!"


Cassie leaned forward and scooped up the small parcel, excited that her pills had arrived so soon. After reaching for the box, she felt a slight tingle spread across her bare stomach. 'Shit! I'm still in my undies!' Cassie quickly ducked behind the door, slamming it shut.


She leaned against the door for about a minute, trying to get her heart rate to slow down while lamenting the fact that she had almost stepped outside in just her bra and panties. 'How can I be so stupid?'


When she finally calmed down, Cassie stepped away from the door and the box rattled in her hands, reminding her that she had a package to open. Cassie made her way to the kitchen, doing her best to avoid windows by walking briskly past them. 'Mom and Dad really need to get some curtains'.


Finally safe in the privacy of her kitchen, the petite college student proceeded to literally tear open the box, much like an excited child on Christmas morning. Her efforts were promptly rewarded when a small plastic container was found sitting at the bottom of the box with a piece of paper underneath it. 'Huh, wonder what this is.'


*Dear, Customer. We want to advise you that you should only use two tablets max per day to achieve a righteous voyage. Also, if possible, have a friend or family member present to keep you from doing anything that might negatively impact your trip. Thanks again for your purchase of YD3!*


"Oh shit!" Cassie blurted out loud. During the course of her research, she remembered reading through a forum about acid when she discovered a subsection on "trip sitters" and how if you were going to really trip balls, it was probably a good idea to have someone else around to keep you from doing anything dangerous. One such post really stuck out in her mind about a guy who explicitly stated that their sober friend had saved their life during one of their acid trips. From what the guy had wrote, he was practically an acid veteran, serving many tours with the Eternal Brotherhood while tripping on the Orange Sunshine tinted acid sold in Laguna Beach during the 70's. However, one night, he almost walked out into oncoming traffic while walking down Pacific Coast Highway. If not for the quick actions of his sober friend, he would've been killed.


'Fuck, now I gotta get someone to watch my ass so I don't walk into a swimming pool or drown in the toilet.'


A sudden rumble came from her stomach, making her thoughts turn to breakfast. Well, breakfast for her since it was already past noon. Cassie opened the fridge, looking for something simple and grabbed a little pastic cup of yogurt. She popped the top and slowly scooped up spoonful after spoonful of the Greek treat while trying to figure out how she was going to find someone to watch her on such short notice. On the last bite, Cassie had an epiphany, 'Craigslist!'


Cassie went to pop a pill, holding the football shaped alabaster colored capsule, but thought better of it. 'It would probably be a good idea to post something before I take any pills.'


About ten minutes later, Cassie was sitting in front of her laptop, looking over her posted Craigslist ad. She had settled with "Babysitter for a small girl who needs someone to look after her" as the bulk of the ad since it sounded much more legitimate than what she had originally wrote. Her original idea was to put "Trip Sitter" in the title, but it just didn't look right. Not only did it sound suspicious to her, but she didn't want to attract the attention of the authorities since it was common knowledge that the police frequented the website looking for criminals.


'Hopefully, I'll get someone cool to watch me.' Cassie thought as she opened the little container, ready to reward herself for coming up with such a clever ad. She poured four pills into her mouth like they were candy and quickly chased them with the bottle of water she had sitting on her desk.


She sat there, waiting for something to happen. Almost ten minutes passed and she heard a ping come from her laptop, signalling to her that she had recieved an email. It was a replace to her post, asking her for an address. Cassie quickly replied with her address and decided to get dressed.


Cassie wandered over to her closet, already feeling pretty good about herself and the fact that she had someone to watch her while she tripped. As she went through her wardrobe, she came across her My Little Pony shirt and had an interesting thought. 'If I'm going to feel like a kid, I might as well dress like one too.' Cassie stripped off her bra and put on her cute My Little Pony shirt. However, something didn't look right, her Victoria Secret panties clashed with the shirt, totally going agaibst the theme she was trying to cultivate.  Cassie dropped them and slid a pair of her old Blues Clues panties onto her cute butt. Standing there, dressed in clothing suited more for a five year old than a twenty one year old, Cassie found herself positively radiant in the splendor of her youth. She couldn't stop admiring her reflection in the mirror.


"Now, that's much betta."


Cassie giggled as she spoke, finding the sound of her voice absolutely comical. She did a little twirl, modelling the prized Blues Clues panties she had found after digging through her panty drawer.


"Mush betta."


For the rest of the afternoon, Cassie spent her time watching cartoons while giggling her ass off like a stoner. During the commercial breaks, she found herself running around her parent's house, in just her toddler themed panties and My Little Pony shirt. Despite the powerful high she was experiencing, the commercials were just too boring and interupted the funniest cartoons she had ever seen. Nothing could distract her from those cartoons, even mother nature failed to do so which had led to an embarrassing accident.


Cassie felt a flurry of odd sensations coming from her privates as she watched in the television. When a boring old commercial for car insurance came on, she looked down at her soaked panties, suddenly a bit more aware of her surroundings thanks to the warm wetness around her crotch.


'Did I just wet my pants?'


*Ding Dong*


"Hit!" Cassie lisped, looking around, realizing that it must've been her trip sitter. "Jus a minete!"


As she was trying to stand up, her front door opened, revealing an eighteen year old, high school senior.


"Oh my, you poor little thing!" The younger woman stated in surprise. "Did your mommy already leave?"


"Mai mama gon to Ari-"


Jessica walked closer to the little girl who was standing alone in the living room, unattended. Never had she ever come across a toddler left by themselves in just their underwear and a t-shirt. Surely, she was going to give that mother a talking to when she got home later tonight, probably even threaten her with involving Child Services if the woman seemed like an unfit mother.


"My goodness." Jessica sniffed the air, smelling urine. "Did someone have an accident?" The babysitter asked in a sympathetic tone.


Cassie was already embarrassed enough by being caught in just her underwear and t-shirt, but the way this younger girl talked to her made her anxiety start to rise. It was like she thought Cassie was just a baby or something. Suddenly everything clicked in her mind. The combination of how short she was, mixed with how she was dressed, probably made her look like a five year old at best. Plus, with this girl obviously being a real babysitter, she knew that things didn't look good for her. 'Shit! What if she doesn't leave?!'


An overwhelming fear washed over Cassie, causing her to cry.


"It's okay, sweetheart. A lot of kids have daytime accidents and that's why I always bring pampers."


"Dun, needum. Imma big gurl in cowage!"


Jessica simply chuckled in response, pulling out a Pampers size six disposable from her diaper bag.


"Let's get you into a nice diapie." Jessica cooed. "I know that once you're good and dry, everything will feel a lot better."


"Sewouswy." Cassie pouted. "Imma twendy won yews old!"


Of course the babysitter ignored Cassie and helped her lay down on the wooden floor, her sopping wet panties clung to her petite body. Cassie found herself staring up at Jessica from her position on the ground. The poor doped up college girl tried to talk her way out of this embarrassing situation, but Jessica wouldn't hear of it. She continued to talk down to her, using baby talk, as she slowly pulled the drenched Blue Clues panties from the girl's midsection. Cassie could only squirm and blush while her soggy underwear was slid down her legs.


Jessica expertly lifted Cassie's legs up and slid the white rectangle underneath the tiny, college girl's ass. With a practiced hand, the high schooler slowly lowered Cassie onto the crinkling diaper while cooing to her, trying to calm her tears. Before Cassie knew what was happening, she felt Jessica lift the front of the disposable between her legs and bring it flat over her bare crotch.


As her babysitter pulled one of the wing into place, Cassie found herself thinking about why she looked so bare down there. She didn't shave much, not that there was much of anything to shave, but she sure as hell wasn't bald down there! Jessica pressing her hand into Cassie's hip pulled her from her thoughts. The college student realized, with dread, that she had just been taped into a diaper.


'Fuck. How can this night get any worse?'


*Ding Dong*


"Now who could that be?" Jessica asked to no one in particular, she certainly didn't expect a coherent answer from her charge.


"Hello, gorgeous." A masculine voice declared. "You certainly look a lot different than your picture."


Cassie couldn't believe her eyes. Standing there, in the doorway, was her Italian Stallion, her freaking hulked out match from Tinder. 'How the fuck did I forget I had a date tonight?'


"I'm flattered, but who are you?" Jessica asked the mysteriously dashing man standing at the door.


"I'm here to pick Cassie up for our date."


"I think there's been a mistake." Jessica giggled. "This is the only other girl here and I doubt you want anything to do with her. I think she's mentally challenged."


"That's a good point.I don't want anything to do with retards." The bodybuilder replied as he looked over at Cassie. "Besides, I think this is a lot better for me anyways. You're way hotter than that other girl." He stated with a smile.


"Mister-?"


"Salvadoran, but my first name is Troy."


"Why don't you come inside and sit with me while I feed her, Troy." The babysitter offered, flirting with Cassie's date.


"I thought you'd never ask."


Troy and Jessica walked arm in arm over to the couch that stood next to where the stoned college girl was laying. Cassie looked up at Troy, desperate to explain things to him. A string of babyish gibberish left her mouth.


"Aww, isn't that cute?"


"Yeah, I bet she'll be able to call you momma if she tries hard enough."


The two older teens laugh as they take their seats on the couch, leaving Cassie to pout on the ground.


'I can't believe this crap.'


Cassie was forced to listen to them make small talk, her anger building as the two grew more and more enamored with each other. The pint sized, diapered college student couldn't just give up like this. She knew that she had to speak slowly to get Troy's attention. Cassie stood up on her shaky legs and started to baby babble at Troy, giving him her version of things. However, only a few words escaped her mouth before Jessica quickly scooped her up, cutting off the babbling adult baby with a formula filled baby bottle.


While Cassie was being bottle fed, her stomach grumbled and shuttered. It didn't help the poor girl that Jessica was bouncing her on her lap. With each bounce, Cassie was losing her strenght to hold back the mess which threatened to fill up her new diaper.'What's wrong with me? I can't even hold it in!'


*BRRAPPT*


"I can't believe she just made poopy in her pants. I literally just changed her diaper like two minutes ago." Jessica explained. "I'm so sorry. I hope this doesn't ruin the mood."


"Don't worry about it. Tards can't help themselves. Just set her down and I'll fix the mood real quick."


Jessica lowered her charge onto the floor, causing Cassie's diaper to press against the ground and spread her mess all over her crotch. Cassie squealed, unhappy with the state of her diaper, but was ignored by her babysitter. She wanted a change and wanted one right now! However, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon because Jessica had turned her attention back to Troy, who wanted no time going in for a kiss. The two lovebirds locked lips, tongues exploring each other's mouths while an angry Cassie watched.


Between her very full diaper, her date making out with her babysitter while talking shit on her and, on top of all that bullshit, her body was literally acting like a baby without her consent, Cassie started to sob. Her tears and cries building up until she was outright wailing.


 Jessica breaks off the kiss with Troy, absolutely annoyed by her charge's outburst. "I think she needs a nap."


"Put the special girl to bed and then I can show you why I go by "Ten inch" Troy on Tinder." Troy winks to Jessica.


A giddy giggle escaped from Jessica's mouth as she sets up a playpen for Cassie to sleep in. By this point in time, Cassie is far too overwhelmed to care about her horny date and the lovestruck babysitter. She's laying, trapped inside of a towering plastic mesh lined jail made for babies, thinking about how badly things have gone. Suddenly, it dawned on her that this was going to be her future if the drug didn't wear off. And, even if it did wear off, she knew that she'd have to explain this whole crazy situation to her babysitter and hope that she didn't call the cops.


The End