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Car Uh-Oh! Parts 1, 2, and 3
🕑 Added 2022-07-11 23:11:40 +0000 UTC“I’m almost there. I know! Tell him I’m pulling into the parking lot right now. No, I’m like 15 minutes away, but just lie to him. It’s 15 million Shrader! If you don’t- FUCK!” Olivia screamed. She didn’t time the red light correctly. She only saw the car out of her peripherals. It made a high-speed impact with the driver side. Olivia didn’t put on her seatbelt. She flew headfirst out of the windshield. The pavement flew beneath her. She saw it get closer, then suddenly the world went black.
Nothing happened for a second. Olivia could tell she was still alive, but she wasn’t conscious. It was like sleeping. Life skipped until she felt a hand on her left arm.
“Hey! Wakie wakie!” The soft motherly voice spoke.
“I’m up!” Olivia said cheerfully. She lifted her head off the mat, then opened her eyes. She knew where she was. “Why me worrying about it?” She thought, losing any feeling of anxiety. Pure giddy excitement filled her. She was in her Preschool classroom! It was time for school.
“How much did you potty? Let’s hope it’s better than last time.” Mrs. Poppy said partially to herself. She dug two fingers past the leak guard. Olivia tried sensing the skin inside her diaper to see if it was wet. She genuinely couldn’t tell. That surprised her a little. She felt like that was something she’d always been able to do. She tried to think of how she’d know if she wet her pants, but she just saw tv static.
“Not too bad! Only a little pee pee. I’ll change you in a little bit.” Mrs. Poppy said. Olivia smiled. It felt good knowing Mrs. Poppy would take care of her diaper. She started feeling extreme floods of happiness inside her. It shook loose any train of thought. Yellow warmth washed her brain. Little spittles of pee leaked out of her. She tried to say thank you, but the lip motions got lost in translation.
“Than-nany-num-nuh Uh-hu!” She gurgled happily, it was hard to move her lips. She felt oily drool spill over her bottom lip. She loudly tried sucking it up. That didn’t get all of it off her chin. Lazily, her hand tried wiping it off. The second her thumb brushed across her lips though it instantly popped in between her teeth. Olivia felt relaxation blanket her mind. “Hunuh, unuh uh.” She babbled for no reason.
“What did I tell you about saying baby babble? You’re getting too old to talk like that. You need to use your big words remember? Can you say up?!” Mrs. Poppy said excitingly, she started tickling the sides of Olivia. It woke her mind up.
“Eheh! Uwp! Up!” Olivia said, she squeamishly bounced up and down. Mrs Poppy extended her hand Olivia grabbed it, allowing to get hoisted up. “Up! Up! I went up up! See! I know how to be a big kid!” She said, but that phrase felt different to her. It wasn’t an assumed piece of her. It was more like a goal. That also struck her as odd. She stopped chewing on her thumb, letting it instead fall to the ground. She looked down at herself. She had on a black skirt. An incredibly thick diaper pressing her legs apart. She twirled at her pig tails, taking stock of the room around her. It smelled like glue.
“I… not a little kid.” She thought, feeling fear sink in. This didn’t feel right. In fact, each second it felt more and more like it was terribly wrong. “What.. what is going on?? What am I doing in a diaper!?” She thought grabbing at it in disbelief. “I must be asleep. This like a very real dream. The… ouch… crash. Am I…?” She thought, suddenly wanting to wake up. “Hey! HEY! WAKE UP! I’M NOT A BABY! HELP MEEE!!” She screamed, looking up into the ceiling.
Nothing changed.
***
Olivia sat alone on the swing. She lazily let her body move with the motion. Her feet kicked at the wood chips beneath her. She felt herself regain the train of thought that escaped her moments ago.
“Oh yeah! Um… I don’t know…” She realized, “It feels like a long time, but the sun never goes down. It’s been…” She tried putting a number on it, but it was difficult to count that high. “12, 13, uh, is it, Z? What no. That’s a flippin’ letter. Wow I should know this.” She realized. It wasn’t worth it trying to figure it out. She decided instead to enjoy the moment of lucidity and looked up at the ‘sky’.
“I wonder what they’re doing to me up there.” She thought, hopping off the swing. The impact was way more weight than her bladder could hold. She stood there, wide stance, as a heavy accident pushed through her. “Don’t get too excited!” Olivia tried telling herself. Mentally she could feel the strong desire to let go. It was intense happy gooey thoughts when she wasn’t thinking like an adult. Whimsically she found herself walking up to the playscape.
“I good at gymnastics! I can be big and do routines.” She thought, it was the most novel idea she’d had in a long time. A burst of adult clarity gusted through her brain. “I was so close to winning the singles championship that year.” She thought, feeling a memory surface as her hands touched the bar. They were rare here. She held onto it as she got her legs up onto the bar. “Olivia takes the stage, she starts with her pattened spin!” She envisioned herself performing in front of a huge audience. Her body started spinning around the pole. Until, her grip slipped.
“Woah!” She yelled out, feeling herself fall. Her back hit the wood chips hard. Her brain whiplashed into a hard impact. She anticipated sharp pain. She could feel the impact, but it didn’t hurt. Instead, an intense explosion of silly thoughts splashed the walls of her mind. It forced most of her adult self out. “Hehe, I should do that again…” She thought deviously. “But I wanna be big…” She countered, slowly she collected herself back up. It was nearly impossible to resist the childish pull.
“Olivia stop.” She said to herself as she started getting onto the bar. “You’re going to fall again, it’s gonna turn me into a…” She thought, the word bloomed in her head. Her grip tightened. She wanted it too bad.
“I can just do one more…” Olivia thought, making the mental deal. “I can be a little bit of a baby while I’m here…” In the back of her mind, she knew this was a bad idea. She had to resist. It wasn’t going to be easy all the time. It was getting harder and harder to stay as an adult. Her legs got up on the bar again. She didn’t even spin, instead dropping headfirst onto the chips.
“Boof!” She said, her head didn’t hurt at all this time when it hit the ground. Her vision got brighter, the colors around her started to pop. “Heheh, das so mush fun!” She giggled, getting up again from the ground. Her gaze had a gentle spin to it. Her fingers laced around the bar. Instead of getting up, she used it to lean. Her hips popped out.
“Mm.. Mm… Uh-oohh…” She said, biting her lip. She looked back at her butt. At first she tried clenching. It felt like squeezing jelly. The mess only plopped out faster. As it pressed into her drooping diaper, the last shred of being self-aware left. She didn’t even wait for it to stop. The bar pulled her attention back in.
“I do dis so mush iz fun fun!” She said, getting up on the bar, then dropping onto her head. “Oof!” She said, “Undus fu-fu!” She gurgled, as the impact propagated through her thoughts again. This time she lost her ability to tune into her own thoughts and actions. Her body and mind started moving on its own. The only north-star was to have as much fun as possible.
“Baeh!” She said, her tongue slipping out this time as her head hit the ground again. “Eheh! Ehehe!” She giggled excitingly, she stopped thinking. There was no place to have thoughts. She only saw. A loud wet fart popped out of her. She didn’t even know she was leaking all over herself, twitching on the ground.
She blacked out after the next one.
***
“Esmergruah sugnumurmurwah nuh?” Olivia babbled, looking over her shoulder at Mrs. Poppy. Nothing in her initiated those words. It spilled out without control.
“You’re very vocal today. You’ll be saying big kid words in no time! Can you say Cat? Huh? Can you try to say that for me?” Mrs. Poppy said, she handed her a fox stuffed animal.
“Stermugruberumnuuuhh.” Olivia gushed back. Her arms subconsciously lifted her light blue skirt. The only reason why was because she started to mess herself. At the same time, she lifted her left quad muscle into the air. Her foot came back down with a stomp. The right quad did the same. Olivia’s wobbly potty dance marched in place as she subconsciously gushed hot urine into her diaper.
“Olivia.” Mrs. Poppy said, it was serious. The first time her voice had ever sounded like that. Olivia felt a dim light flick on. It wasn’t bright enough to run thoughts, but there was an ounce of self-awareness.
“Olivia, wake up. Come on, I need you to wake up.” Mrs. Poppy said, her face had become incredibly grim. Tears started pouring down her eyes. She walked right up to Olivia; her face was only a few inches away. She grabbed her arm and started shaking.
The room started to fade. The lights above started changing into hanging florescent tube. A sharp pain started growing inside her forehead. It made her eyes hard to keep open. The pain breathed oxygen into fluttery cognition.
“Uh.. Nuh…” She said, trying to work her lips to say something. She couldn’t remember the last time she used them. Mrs. Poppy’s facial features started to change, although they still looked increasingly familiar. Her mother’s face morphed into shape.
The hospital room started to take place. Patient curtains appeared around her. Blurry human figures started to come into focus. She could vaguely recognize them. The smell of glue faded, replaced with fresh industrial cleaner. A doctor held a bright light up to her eyes.
“uhhh…” Olivia moaned. She could sense she was laying down in a bed. Her mind started waking up. Fresh organized thought started running. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, she could tell where and who she was.
“Olivia!? You’re doing it! You’re alive!!!” Her mother exclaimed in awe. “Olivia? Can you say anything? Can you hear me??” She said.
Olivia blinked a few times to get rid of the last bit of blurry. She looked her mother in the eyes. She thought about saying “yes.” It would prove she was responsive. She could listen, understand, and formulate an intelligent response.
The blissful excitement raced through her. It would be way more fun if she didn’t have to act like an adult again. She didn’t try fighting it. Mostly because it felt normal to feed into it at this point. Blank waves shut out any resistance. Her expression melted into far away bliss. Her lips hung open.
“Gagugaah gaahhh” She said, a standard greeting she had with Mrs. Poppy. Her body automatically buckled down and forced as hard as she could every ounce of urine and poop into her soggy diaper. Mind numbing pleasure zapped her mushy brain.
“Oh my god!” Her Mother cried in shock. Her father looked at the doctor. They shook their head.
“I’ll give you some time, then get you in contact with a good trauma psychologist.” They said. Olivia didn’t know what was being said, and who was talking. It all sounded like garbled mush. Just like everything else.
