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Spinning The Wheel
🕑 Added 2018-11-09 07:43:01 +0000 UTC (Hey there everyone! I wanted to write a short story about an idea I had a week or so back.... but that ended up turning into a normal full length story. Just kind of ran with the idea, and I absolutely love how it came out! Hope you guys like it!)Spinning the Wheel
*Day 0*
The colorful lights and signs flashed brightly to grab anyone’s attention who was roaming around the fair. ‘Best Fried Dough Around!’, ‘Full Turkey Legs Sold Here’, signs lit up the chilly fall evening at the Lincoln fair grounds. Almost all of the booths offered classic fair food, or a rigged carnival game for you to win a shitty stuffed animal at. It was all good-hearted fun, accept for one, very special attraction.
“Jess! Jessica! Where you been we’ve been practically SCREAMING to find you for the past hour!” Naomi yelled to her best friend from about ten yards behind her. Naomi and their mutual friend Clara bulldozed their way past the fair goers to get to their friend. Jess spun around from throwing rings onto bottle tops to see the two of them charging at her. She braced for impact when it became apparent they weren’t slowing down.
“Uff!” Jess yelled out, as her two friends wrapped their arms tight around the startled women. She squirmed between the death grip for a few moments, before they finally released their grip. Jess took a big gulp of air in, while she took a few seconds to catch her breath. “Jesus… Wha-… what was all that about…? And.. why do you guys have brief cases?” Jess said, noticing that her friends were holding dark leather brown cases in their hands. Naomi and Clara looked at each other with such radiant smiles, it could have lit up the entire fair.
“Jess! You HAVE to come with us. There’s this tent that’s like! It can give you so much! Just- Come with US!!!” Clara grabbed her friends arm, and yanked her back into the crowed.
“Clara what the hell! I still had three rings left!” She yelled, as her friends weaved her in and out of the crowds. Her pleas did nothing to stop her friends from dragging her along. Naomi did start to shed some light on what the hell was even going on.
“Jess, listen. This brief cases here?” She said, raising it with her free hand, then back down again. “This guy let us spin this random wheel or whatever, and he gave us fucking 1 MILLION DOLLARS EACH!!” She said in almost disbelief. Jess immediately started to shake her head.
“Guys what the fuck are you talking about here? 1 million dollars? Who the hell just hands out that kind of money at a fair?” She said as the group started to slow down. Jess was nowhere near convinced that the money they had in those cases were real. She actually kind of felt bad for the two of them as they stopped just outside a red stripped tent. How could they be this gullible?
“No, it’s legit.” Clara said, motioning toward the tent. “He proved it to us 100% that our money is real and everything, just, go in and find out for yourself!” She said, before practically pushing Jess into the tent.
“Okay okay! Jesus. I’ll go into this stupid tent and get completely gypped like you guys just did…” She said, completely dumbfounded her friends could be this naïve. “No one just gives out that kind of money..” She thought, as she gazed up at the tent. There were no signs on it, nothing really glamorous at all in fact. Just a red stripped tent, with some accompanying white lines. “*Sigh*, alright I’ll be back in one minute probably.” She said to her friends, before turning back and walking into the musty smelling shelter.
The dim lit tent wasn’t very long. It was only about 5 feet wide, and around 6 feet tall. Jess had to slightly crouch as she slowly approached a low lit wheel a few feet off the floor. A rather handsome young hang stood behind the wheel, he wore a dapper gray dress suit and pants. He gave a sly smile to Jess and said, “Why hello there, welcome to my game.”
“Yeah look uh, I don’t know what you did but could you um, tell my friends out there you gave them fake money? They’re running around thinking you gave them a million dollars or something like that.” She said plainly, pointing toward the exit. The man let out a little chuckle and motioned toward the wheel.
“Come now, let’s not worry about that. You’ve come into my tent, so the least you could do is spin the wheel.” He said softly, Jess just shook her head and let another sharp sigh.
“If I do this, will you tell my friends are there you lied to them?” She said sharply, and adjusted her posture so she was standing up a bit straighter. The man just nodded his head.
“Sure, why not?” He said. Jess rolled her eyes and walked up to the wheel.
The wheel had slivers of different colors on it. There weren’t any words on the slices, and little spokes around the edge invited Jess to spin it to find out where the pointer would land. She laced her hand around one of the spokes and gave it a whirl.
“This is pretty creepy, just so you know. Not really sure why the fair even allows this place to be honest.” Jess said harshly to the man, as the wheel spun. He just shot back his grin while the wheel turned. It didn’t take long for it to start slowing down, “Tick, tick… tick…… tick…… tick………” and it stopped. Nothing really happened at first, until suddenly the purple slice it landed on flipped over.
“Deathly Smell” Read a golden lacy font on the slice. Jess read the words, then looked back up at the man.
“What the fuck is this?” She said, before gagging on the foulest smell she’d ever experienced in her entire life. She cupped her hands around her mouth in an attempt not to vomit. The putrid stench was nothing of this world though, and instantly Jess was puking right at her feet. “Oh- Oh my…” She could barely even form any words as she doubled over. She was doing everything she could not to pass out.
“Deathly smell really is the worst, my dear. No one in a 10 mile radius is going to be able to stand you. Care to spin again? Mind you, the rewards or consequences are even grander than the last wheel. No matter what you get, I cannot reverse it anyway.” The man said, tapping the wheel with a cane. The slices almost instantly changed into different colors than were on the board before.
Jess couldn’t even think, she just wanted this hell to stop. She took one step over to the wheel, and with all her might, gave it a strong spin. The second her hands left the spoke, the smell was instantly gone. It was as if the vile stench had completely dissipated from the small tent. Jess straightened herself up, and looked straight into the man’s eyes.
“WHAT THE EVER LIVING FUCK WAS THAT?!” She yelled, pointing toward the board. “DID THAT DO THAT TO ME?” She screamed, coming to realization this game was messing with her. The man gave a slow nod while the wheel began ticking toward it’s final resting point.
“You played the wheel, Doll. Some people become as beautiful as you could possibly imagine, some find themselves mere moments from death. It gives, and it takes. Not even I know what you can get. Lucky for you though, you spun again. Double or nothing I think your people say?” The man said, as the wheel sounded off it’s final tick.
The two shot their gaze back toward the wheel. Jess wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of this place, but part of her was scared to death at what this guy would do to her if she did. Nonetheless, the pointer feel upon a dark red slice. It spun around just like the last one to reveal:
“Blinding Addiction”
The moment hung between the two. The man nodded a little, then pulled out a black sack from behind his back.
“Blinding addiction, one of my absolute favorites! Here my dear, pick what you’ll become emphatically addicted to.” The man said, extending out the black bag. It was only about the size of an average purse, and had a lovely velvet feel to it. Jess just stood there, completely confused by what was going on.
“Wait so, I’m addicted to shit now?” She said, putting a hand on her hip. The man shook his head.
“No, no, no. You’re not addicted to shit. Well, maybe you will be. Neither of us will know until you pick what it is out of the bag!” He said, shaking the bag as if to say, ‘Pick it out of this.’ Jess didn’t know what to do. She knew that this wheel was fucked up, and that it caused the worst experience of her entire life moments ago. She really didn’t want to put her hand in there. But again, she felt like she had no choice.
Her hand delved into the bag. She could feel hundreds of different sensations around her hand. Whatever that bag was, it wasn’t anything of this world. It felt like there were at least a million different things shoved into this tiny bag, yet it was so small. Feeling fear pump through her, she just grabbed the first that didn’t feel like it was trying to hurt her hand. It was a soft, plastically feel. She clenched that feeling, and yanked it out of the bag.
“Huh, diapers? I didn’t even know those were in there!” The man said, chuckling to himself. Jess just stared at the white disposable adult diaper in her hand in disbelief.
“Wait so, I’m.. like addicted to these now?!” She said, still not even entirely sure what was going on.
“Yes, in fact all your mind will be able to think about soon enough are these things. Sorry! Thanks for playing! No re-spins after your second try.” He said, before taking back his bag. “I’d love to stay and chat love, about everything that’s about to happen to you, but I actually have a couple of matters I need to attend to.” He said, snapping his fingers. The wheel vanished from the tent, forcing an audible gasp from Jess.
“Wait uh- Is this going to happen like, right after I leave? I’ll be addicted to these…. Things?!” She said, dropping the diaper on the ground. A sudden strange thought in her head told her to snatch it back up and tape it around her waist as tight as possible. She shook her head a little though, and refocused around the man.
“Yes, for the second time. I’m sorry, are you not satisfied? You could have gotten something much worse. Like permanent old age or something fun like that.” He reasoned, but Jess wasn’t havening it.
“No. Change it. Make me not want these diapers! God this is so fucked!” She yelled. But the man just shrugged his shoulders.
“The best I could do is make it more gradual on you. Perhaps over the course of a few days? Or a year? 30 years? I don’t really remember whats a long time for you kind of people.” The man said, putting on a top hat as he walked toward the back exit of the tent. Jess didn’t really even know what to say.
“I…. I guess…?” She said, still not even sure what was going on around her. Everything felt like it happened in the matter of minutes. One second she was throwing red rings, the next she was being told she’s addicted to diapers.
“Then it’s a deal!” The man said, snapping his fingers again. The tent vanished around Jess the second she heard the sound. Her face had a look of terror on it. There she stood, in complete shock, the sounds and smells of the fair coming back to her, and an adult diaper a few feet away from her on the ground. He found her gaze creeping toward it after a few seconds.
She didn’t really know why. But as her eyes stared at the puffy diaper. Heart started to beat a little faster than normal, and she found her teeth ever so slightly biting down on her lower lip….
*Day 24*
“Oh… oohh….. ahh………MMMmmmm……aaaa!!” Jess moaned and squeaked to herself as she methodically rubbed the center of her diapered crotch. Each motion of her fingers sending wave after wave of pure sex and adrenaline through her body. “MMmmm… fuckkkkk….” She whispered as she rode through another orgasm. She didn’t even really think about it as a little trickle of pee eked out into her diaper while she went limp on her bed. Her mind swam in the flood of dopamine in her brain. Her lips quivered from the pure ecstasy of her first diaper wetting.
She closed her eyes, and after a few minutes she started to come back to Earth. Normal adult thoughts started to creep back into the forefront of her mind. “Oh, Jess… you didn’t…” She thought, as she looked down at her soiled, diapered waist. “God, fuck me.” She whispered to herself, placing her face in her hands.
It had been quite the battle of willpower since the night at the fair. Whatever that man did to her in the tent, really fucked with her mind good. It started out with very little things triggering a craving to strap herself into a diaper and go crazy. Signs reading “Bathroom this way” in a Starbucks, walking by the diaper aisle in the grocery store. Simple everyday things would cause the diaper rhythm in the back of her head to come roaring center stage into her mind.
Those thoughts would vary from day to day. Sometimes they’d be about wanting to rub her diapered pussy over and over again until she was practically raw. A rather frequent one was wearing an obvious diaper in public, and soaking it right as some absolute hottie walked by her. She imagined herself saying something like, “Opps Daddy, I think I had an accident in my diapie…” as she bit the bottom of her thumb and grabbed her diapered crotch.
She did everything she could to shake the thoughts from her mind. It wasn’t really that hard at first, but it was becoming increasingly demanding. All the way to the point where she finally just broke down one day in grocery store, and bought a package of thick adult diapers for herself.
She scolded herself all the way home for buying them. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jess? Why would you buy those?!” She’d think to herself on the drive. She decided the second she got home, those things were going right in the trash…… except they didn’t.
It only took a few seconds. Her mind would wander for a moment, and suddenly her cravings would come back. She knew it wasn’t rational, but she started reasoning in her head to maybe try one on. “What if I just do it once? Maybe it’ll be okay. What if I just need one good session to get rid of it all?” She thought, as she walked into her home. Reasoning like that in an addicts mind is such the slippery slope. It really didn’t take much more convincing for herself before she was ripping open the package, all the while slipping off her pants at the same time. Her mind started running with euphoric feelings the moment her hands grabbed the first diaper. The smell itself sent her into a whirl of ecstasy. She was drooling a little bit on herself just from the pure pleasure she felt in her vagina as she sat her bum down on the padding. With a tape here, and a tape there. Her hand shot like lightning to her clit and started going to town….
*Day 41*
Jess nervously tapped on her dinning table, while she spooned some cheerios into her mouth. She was rocking slightly back and forth in the wooden chair. Her eyes were wide open and a little bloodshot. It had been about 4 days since she had a full night sleep. That was mainly because of the fact she’d find herself waking up in the middle of the night sleep walking to the package of diapers she had locked away in a safe in her study.
“Those leave today.” She said to herself, shifting slightly in her warming pull-up. Her eyes fluttered close from the small amount of joy she felt as the padding expanding around her. A little whimper from the pleasure in between her thighs escaped her lips. She bit down hard on her lip, and her free hand subconsciously started rubbing. She lost herself to the sweet, thick haze in her mind for a few seconds. Her willpower pushed back though, and she shot her hand back to the table. “FUCK!” She yelled out, getting up from the table. She frowned and started pacing around the room. Her rather full pull-up now squelching with each step.
She had been going through almost an entire case of diapers a day ever since she first tried them a few weeks back. Everything just didn’t seem to matter at all when she was strapped into one. She didn’t show up to work for an entire three days. Her mind was just completely lost in a baby land. She would gurgle and crawl around the floor, while the diaper around her waist leaked another wave of piss onto her floor.
The carpet took quite the beating from her three day hiatus. The second she was done with a cup of water, she was already crawling over to pour another one. That meant her bladder was constantly dumping its contents into her almost always full diapers. Leaking all over the floor barely mattered to her after the 5th diaper. Her mind told her that it was just as natural as breathing. Quickly no part of her cared that she was pee staining her carpet. Besides, some kind of big kid was supposed to care about that, but not her.
She woke up one morning to a clearer mind. She lazily scanned around her room to see balled up diapers, and an oddly cold wet bed. Everything came screaming back to her and shocked her right back into adulthood. She spent the next day cleaning up everything in her trashed apartment…
Her cravings didn’t stop. If anything, they came back even harder than before, and more regularly. She could barely stop herself from driving to the store to pick up another package. It was like crack to her. She just needed another diaper on, and if it was on it of course had to be wet, then that meant she had to masturbate away…
She could tell the addiction was starting to run deeper. There was a constant battle in her mind between staying an adult, and diving head first into diaper land. She found one day that pull-ups seemed to sate her desires for the most part, and still allow her to keep an adult mind. They also weren’t as expensive, which was a huge plus. The constant stream of diapers was staring to leave a dent in her already low savings. In the back of her mind though, she knew that this was only temporary. With each passing day, the craving inside of her grew larger for diapers. Pull-ups wouldn’t be enough anymore. She was going to have a blinding need of diapers 24/7.
“You gotta fight this, Jess.” She said to herself, as she paced around her house. She never really got the pee smell out, which didn’t help her from fighting back her diapered urges. “You gotta stop wanting diapers. I know they’re so super cool, and soft, and so warm and…” She stopped in her tracks, feeling her pull-up start to warm around her crotch again as she let out a steady stream of pee into it. Her eyes closed, and a free thumb popped itself into her mouth. Images of diapers started popping into her mind, then quickly all at once, her desires grabbed a strangle hold onto her brain.
A voice in her mind tried telling her to fight it, but this had been the strongest wave she’d felt in a long time. A smile started forming around her thumb. Her eyes shot open, and looked at the study doorway down the hall. She giggled to herself and said, “Hehee, diapieeee timeeee!!!” Then skipped down the hallway…
*Day 83*
“Pwetty Pwetty Pwease?” Jess said to the lady at the cash register. “CARD DECLINED” flashed a few more times on the key pad. The cashier just sighed and shook her head.
“Look, Lady. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, buying all these diapers the past like two months. But no, I can’t just GIVE YOU a whole package of diapers. We’ve seen you steal them in the past and didn’t say anything because frankly, we felt kind of bad for you.” The cashier said with a sad tone. Jess didn’t really care though, she was willing to fight for this package of diapers. She stopped her pouty face. A sly, and honestly crazy, idea slipped into her mind. It didn’t take long for her to greenlight it.
“Oh mah gowd wat is dat!” She yelled, pointing behind the cashier. She barely moved her head around to look back, but that’s all it took for Jess. She made a run for her car, holding the package tightly in her hand. She just giggled the entire way.
“Hehehe, see now I can wear these diapers allll day long at me house.” She said, opening her car door and quickly hopping in. “I can put like put this diapie on, then wear it until it’s all yellow, then put on another diaper. Ugh I want DIAPERS. DIAPER DIAPER DIAPPPERRSSSSS!” She screamed right into the windshield. She burnt out of the parking lot, with another trickle flowing into her damp diaper. She barely even knew when she was wetting anymore.
She went completely 24/7 about 20 days ago, and she quickly stopped caring when she felt any kind of urge. Slight pressure? She was going right to blissful wet diaper down. She even tried to get rid of her potty training, so she was practically soaking herself non-stop. It made her feel like she really needed her diapers, which made her crave them ever more. Even if she didn’t have any at her house, she needed something so she wasn’t in completely soaked pants. So, often stuffing her pants with toilet paper was sort of enough to get her going. Normally though, she just re-used a previously used diaper. All of which were already at max capacity.
“I’m gonna wear these ones until they’re drooping off my leggies like the last one. That was soooo much fun. I didn’t know that diapers were so much fun when you had a ton of diapers around you too. I’m totes gonna roll around in all of them when I get homeee! Hehe.” She said, subconsciously rubbing the front of the diaper she had on. The waves of pleasure she felt were becoming kind of natural to her. She almost felt weird when she wasn’t masturbating in a diaper. So why stop for something as stupid as driving?
The logistics of her diaper addiction were starting to come down hard on her though. She’d already sold most of the things in her apartment just to get another case of diapers. She’d maxed out every card, and had almost nothing left in her bank account. She was starting to have to think about other, more permanent options….
*Day 109*
The only shreds of Jess’ adult mind screamed out to her, as she stood in the parking lot of the daycare. “There’s no going back, Jess.” She thought to herself during a brief moment of clarity. It wouldn’t be long until she was back into her crazed diaper loving haze though. “You’re really going to throw your life away…” She felt it start to falter, “…. For….” The word was just too much for her now, it was like a powder keg in her mind the second it floated into her brain,”… diapeeeerrrssssss…..” She whispered to herself, a dumb smile grew as she started walking toward the entrance of the daycare.
She looked a little rough for someone in their mid 20s. She hadn’t showered in months, she smelt like absolute piss, and she was wearing dirty sweatpants and an old shirt. The pants did almost nothing to cover her dry diaper (She taped a new one onto herself when she pulled into the lot).
The door opened automatically as she took a few steps into the front office of the daycare. The service women at the front desk looked from her work with a smile, and then quickly shot a strange look at the rather dirty women in front of her. She furrowed her brow and spoke up.
“Ehm, um, ma’m can I help you?” She said with a guarded tone. Jess kept up her dumb smile, and slight waddle toward the women. She stopped only a few feet away from the desk. Jess’ mind was swimming in absolute delight. She was finally going to do it, she would finally get to have diapers for the rest of her life.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Jess could tell the women was definitely caught off guard by her appearance, but that didn’t stop her. There was no more questioning it in her mind. It was time to start her plan.
She took a deep breath in. Her mouth closed, and she started to strain her face. All the force she had in her body went toward pushing out the mess that she’d been cooking up inside her for the entire day. A few grunts escaped her, until she finally felt her bowls moving the mass inside of her out. A split second later, she felt it. The warm, mushy sensation started to fill the backside of her diaper. She was completely messing herself in front of this women.
“Poopie.” She said plainly, a free thumb popped into her mouth.
“Uh… ma’m?! Are you?!!” She said, the women had seen plenty of faces like that in her time at the daycare. “Ugh, ma’m! Are you pooping your pants right now?!” She yelled, getting up from her chair and making her way to Jess.
“Hehe, yeshh and pee peeeee!!” Jess yelled back to the women. As if on cue the front of her diaper started to fill with hot piss flowing from her vagina. She was pushing with all her might to make sure she really filled this diaper. The women’s face was in complete shock by the time she got to Jess.
“Oh, *Sniff* oh my little one! How on earth did you get into here? Are you being taken care of by someone? Are you mentally disabled, little girl?” She said, her tone becoming softer.
“I need diapies diapies! Pwease get me new diapieees! Diapies pwease!” Jess babbled back, her mind becoming just images of diapers and a white hot urge to get this women to put her into a new one. “Need new dipie nowww!” Jess said, as if to drive home the point. She couldn’t really cognitively think if she was doing a good job at convincing anymore. Her social skills had essentially melted out of her brain. The women wrapped her arms around Jess, and started leading her toward one of the play rooms.
“Okay, okay darling. Hold on. Can someone help me here! We need a diaper change! Biggest kind you can get!” She yelled out to a few co-workers in the play room. One of them looked up from grabbing toys and immediately came over.
“Jesus! Who the hell is this?!” The man said, taking Jess from the women.
“I have no clue. She just showed up and started filling this diaper she has in. You take care of her while I call around child services. Haven’t seen this before, but I’m sure we’ll find someone who’s missing a child.” The women said, walking with the coworker.
“She looks pretty old though…. Minus all the drool and stuff on her shirt. Can’t be any less than 20 or something.” He said, placing her up on a changing table. Jess just babbled incoherent words through a drooly smile.
“Eh who knows, could be some nut or something. She kept screaming about how she needs diapers or something out there.” The women paused, while the coworker began untapping Jess’ dirty diaper. She continued after a few moments, “Ah well, I guess we’ll take her in for the time being, she’ll fit right in with the others.” The woman said, walking back toward the desk.
“Alright, you’re all set! Go ahead and play while the grown ups figure some things out okay?” The man said, but Jess didn’t even respond. She let herself slid onto her back, and stare up at the ceiling.
“Dipies… di-dis…. Diadas…. Diapos……. Didas…” Jess muttered to herself, her mind looping over and over again about diapers. That’s all her mind was capable of thinking about and processing now. Nothing would ever matter to her anymore. Nothing else, accept her blinding diaper addiction.
