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July 15 20(XX) 1300 Hours
The camera feed on PNO-0023's apartment remained, as it usually did, boring. Nichols sighed, doing their usual sweep of the monitors. When they'd joined the Miskatonic Occult Society, they'd expected excitement and a career handling all the spooky objects they'd dreamed of. Instead, they existed to be a voyeur of one of their coworkers. Even worse though, nothing exciting ever happened!
The 'object' they were watching, PNO-0023, wasn't even in the apartment that day. It was just her girlfriend. Nichols was glad that, at the very least, she was home more and more nowadays so he wasn't just staring at an empty apartment.
The camera operator twiddled in their chair, watching the short redhead bend over to reach into a cabinet. As she did, something actually caught Nichols' gaze and made them lean forward. Their attention honed in on the camera feed with hawk like precision. Through the material of the woman's jeans, there was a noticeable outline of a medical pull-up, its thin bulk pushed ever so noticeably through the tight material.
The camera technician's back straightened, and they immediately noted the change.
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Agatha bent at the waist and shuddered. The feeling of the plastic ruffles of her pull-up grazing the skin of her thighs and butt was something she just couldn't get used to. She fucking hated the thing; it was a constant reminder of the new and sudden incontinence that she'd been saddled with out of nowhere. Still, loathe it as she did, wearing it was better than leaving huge wet stains all over Eris's floor.
With the pot she was looking for finally located and in hand, the redhead pushed aside her annoyed thoughts and started making lunch as she'd intended. The ritual of chopping and preparing nourishment didn't really provide enough distraction from her condition like she'd hoped. The swish of her pull-up never went away and from the stove she could see that stupid pink slip from her job.
"Hygiene issues my fucking ass." She grumbled, "I'm out here discovering I have an actual medical condition and those bastards fire me for a few puddles on their carpet. Ugh."
Jaded as she might have been, in reality, she couldn't blame her boss too much either. It was a big company and they had to look at the bottom line, which apparently couldn't cover carpet cleaning three times a day. At the very least, Eris made plenty of money. It was literally enough to support the both of them comfortably, especially since this apartment was subsidized by her job.
While that comfortability was nice, Agatha didn't feel like she could leave the damn place either. Leaving meant the little extra puff of absorbent material would be visible beneath her pants and even someone speculating it was there was too embarrassing for her. That mostly meant she spent her days trapped, going stir crazy in the two-bedroom home. There weren't even any neighbors around, which proved a blessing and a curse. It meant that she didn't run into anyone on her way to the garbage chute, but she also had no one to talk to. She couldn't shake the feeling that the hallways of the building were scarily quiet for a downtown high-rise.
For Agatha, when Eris was gone, all she had were little crafts and hobbies to fill her days, none of which helped with her feelings of isolation.
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Nichols groaned, letting out a quiet "shit" as they scanned through the footage of the previous weeks. Discovering that PNO-0023's girlfriend should have been marked as a preternatural item victim weeks ago was not the best.
Much to their dismay, upon scrubbing back through the footage, they discovered that there was one night, almost a week ago, when she came home and shoved a stash of medical pull-ups under the bed.
"Considering that watching these two is literally all my job entails, I can't believe I missed that..." Nichols thought.
Their head slumped into their hands, a deep exhalation escaping as they considered the consequences. Not marking the precipitating event meant a possible demotion and getting demoted from a position as easy as theirs meant going down to something like 'test subject', a prospect that was less than satisfactory to the 'security technician'.
"Better to apologize than hide." they said to themselves, hitting the comm shortcut on their report terminal. "Gonna need Head Researcher Morrison in here, he's gonna wanna see this."
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July 18 20(XX) 2000 Hours
Days passed, and Agatha found herself marking her time in two different ways. One, when Eris was home and when she wasn't, and two, in how often she found herself needing a change, which was two or three times a day at this point.
It was a lonesome and humiliating way to measure her days, while also making for a frustrating existence. That was because, even when Eris was around, the redhead still found herself avoiding her. Agatha was mortified at the thought of her partner seeing her diapers or that she might have something to say about it. It was obvious that Eris knew; she wasn't stupid but the lies of "Oh, I'm going to bed early," or "Sorry, I just need a few hours to finish this," was making the gulf between them worse.
For her, that was a necessary sacrifice. Agatha needed that gulf to keep herself safe. It helped her avoid talking about her worsening problem and any advances Eris might have made. It wasn't that Agatha was opposed to getting intimate but in a situation like this, it was hard to get in the mood.
However, today, when Eris arrived home, Agatha stumbled in her little avoid-dance. Her dark-haired partner was carrying in a load of bags and boxes through the front door and disbelief prickled underneath the redhead's skin.
"What's that?" Agatha asked. Her voice was terse and her muscles tight. A rage headache pushed through the median line of her brain, coming to rest between her eyes as a dull throb. She kept her hands on her hips, making her displeasure known.
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"What's happening?"
The voice that came from behind Nichols caused them to jump. It was gruff and harsh and full of all the displeased apathy that only a Society head researcher could exist with. Morrison rested his hand on the back of the camera tech's chair, his thick fingers drumming against the leather backing. Luckily for them, the discovery of PNO-0023's chaos aura affecting a subject in close proximity to her earned Nichols a reprieve from punishment, save for a harsh reprimand.
"Uhh, PNO-0023 and PNO-0023-BAB-1 are in a fight, I... I think she's hitting some kind of breaking point."
Morrison cleared his throat, expressing his disagreement without words.
"I... are you sure?" Nichols asked.
"She has nowhere to go." Morrison stated matter-of-factly, "It's not as though she knows her affliction would clear up if she put distance between them. She won't leave. If she was going, it would have happened a week ago.
The cold, flat delivery of the researcher's words was somehow more terrifying than if he'd yelled in at Nichols.
"We've sent the first batch of testing tools home with PNO-0023. Given her disposition, she'll leave them strewn about the space carelessly, leading to multiple testable probability scenarios. I've already requisitioned a team to come in and remove any additional pull-ups. That way, testing can be put on an accelerated timeline."
"Um, aren't you worried we're going to lose a test subject or that we're tampering with situation too much?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize we'd promoted you to researcher, Nichols." Morrison grumbled.
"Oh no I uh..."
"It's fine, the plan is not to interfere once everything begins. Only if there's danger will we get involved and administer amnestics if needed." the gruff old researcher explained, "Now, get back to work. I want the conversation transposed and any changes noted."
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"You know what I've been struggling with and you bring all this home. For what reason!? To make fun of me!? Do you think this is funny!? You've been so calm about this whole thing but I start pissing my pants and you think it's weird I'm fucking bothered about it!?"
Agatha's rage spilled out, pouring over Eris before she'd even made it past the front entrance to the door. In the tall, dark-haired woman's hands were clear bags and boxes, all of them full of diapers, frilly clothes, pacifiers, and even some bottles. The redhead may have been cagey about her condition, but Eris knew full well what she'd been going through and had even helped clean the sheets. There was no way her girlfriend was oblivious to how hurtful this would be
Eris dropped the boxes and bags, shaking her head and sighing. She didn't say anything at first, focusing on unlacing her heavy black boots. "Hun, I told you, it's just for work." Eris explained. There wasn't any annoyance in her voice, just mild exasperation. "Believe me, I'm bored out of my skull entering hyper-specific details about all this shit into spreadsheets. Plus, they want me to do it while I'm off duty but I promise it's just the assignment…"
That was Eris, just being helpful and calm in the face of Agatha's lashing out. It was infuriating but it's also what made them a good match. Agatha had an explosive personality but Eris was a blast wall, absorbing all the impact and letting it roll off her.
The redhead's hands flew up in anger. "Oh yeah, your so-called work! What the actual fuck is it that you do? You won't tell me. You say ‘security’, but I swear you talk like a cop and you come home and type up info about baby shit, so what the hell is your job!?
Eris chuckled and held up a finger, stopping Agatha's tirade. "Important distinction, it's adult baby shit. Listen Hun, I know it's frustrating but I've signed contracts, filled out paperwork. I cannot tell you. I wish I could but my job's contract is completely airtight; messing with these people is not a smart idea."
There it was, the wall. It didn't matter how much trust they shared, Eris's job and the company came first. "Do your work however you want, but you're sleeping on the couch. I don't want to see you tonight."
Agatha slunk into their shared bedroom, claiming it as hers for the evening so she'd have some sort of safe haven from the argument. Once the door was closed and she was certain she was alone, she let out a small sob. With the door between them, it was suddenly okay to feel bad for her explosive attitude and how she'd let it out on Eris, who seemed genuine when she said it was just for her job. That explanation didn't make her bringing all that junk home any less hurtful. Those feelings of hurt stayed with her as she curled up in her comforter and drifted off to sleep.
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July 19 20(XX) 0200 Hours
The worry Nichols felt watching Society agents break into PNO-0023's apartment was palpable. Not only was there a probability that her chaos aura would trip one of them up and ruin the experiment, but also because PNO-0023 was a trained G.E.O. and slept with her sidearm nearby.
Still, the team made it to the bedroom without issue and pulled the cases of pull-ups out from beneath the bed smoothly. It was so smooth that when the movement came from beneath the covers, Nichols couldn't believe it. The only logical explanation seemed to be that PNO-0023's aura was shifting their luck from good to bad.
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When Agatha's eyes fluttered open in the night, she found herself squirming and writhing. In her sleepiness, she didn't understand the discomfort she felt or why she was even awake. Then, with an exhausted sigh, she felt a tension release suddenly. A new warmth joined the collected heat under her comforter and it was specifically centered around her groin... at least at first.
If her sigh was the first barrier broken, the uncontrolled spread was the second. In her half-awake state, Agatha couldn't figure out why warmth was running through the bed. In her half-awake state, she didn't care; it was lulling her back to sleep and calming her.
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July 19 20(XX) 1300 Hours
"Things are going how you predicted, Eris—"
"PNO-0023." Morrison corrected. "Humanizing the subjects will only make objectivity harder."
"Right, PNO-0023 did exactly what you expected. She wandered around her apartment, cataloging stuff and setting it wherever until about midnight before going to bed. After that, the extraction team came in and took the pull-ups. There was some movement from Aga—I mean, PNO-0023-BAB-1 but later analysis has her just waking up to pee the bed and go back to sleep."
"Excellent, and this morning?"
Nichols rolled their eyes. All of this was in the previous operator's report; Morrison didn't need all this recap. They obliged anyway, fearing the retribution of a demotion if they shot back a retort. "PNO-0023-BAB-1 woke up, found out she flooded her pull-up and soaked her bed. She lost her shit about it, then cleaned it up and went to change herself. When she figured out the pull-ups were gone, there was a lot—and I mean a lot— of hemming and hawing about having to steal one of the actual diapers PNO-0023 brought home too. She was especially pissed about the fact that she had to pick one with designs on it."
"What did she settle on?" Morrison interjected.
"Oh a M.O.S. Luvpuff 7500ml."
"Strong choice, probably knows that she's wetting more, wanted the highest capacity available."
Nichols had literally never heard Morrison ever speak with such enthusiastic curiosity. They found it... unnerving. It was like he was excited about this poor woman's misery. In the face of it, they continued on.
"Anyway... uh she's been up for a while now. Went ahead and scrubbed the mattress and washed the sheets. In the hours she's been awake, we've also noticed a wet spot appear on the padding and spread about an hour later. The enhanced absorption seems to keep the wetness from her skin so she hasn't gone to change herself yet."
"And what's she doing now?" Morrison asked.
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Agatha waddled through her house in abject disgust. All of the adult baby shit Eris had brought home was strewn around the apartment, creating a mess that constantly reminded the redhead of her situation. While she was annoyed, she was also glad for the sudden collection of diapers given that all her pull-ups were gone.
"Fuck," she thought, "I thought I had at least twenty left. Did Eris take them? No, she wouldn't, that'd be... it's too mean for her. Maybe I just miscounted... I—I can't even try panties, I'll just end up leaving a stain on the carpet. To think I had to grab something in all that crap Eris had brought home... She's gonna be so goddamn smug about it too."
Her thumb hooked into the ruffly waistband of the insane diaper and her fingers swayed across the cutesy heart pattern of the plastic shell. Her thighs pushed together, squeezing the new, unfamiliar bulk between them.
"Ugh, what a nightmare. This thing is so annoyingly thick too, almost impossible to walk around in. The pull-ups already make me feel like a fucking baby, wearing this is a thousand times worse."
Agatha's angst was made worse by the fact that she had nothing to wear over the diaper. Its bulk peaked out beneath any skirt and she quickly realized none of her jeans or leggings fit over it. She could only thank whatever god there was that nobody was watching as she toddled embarrassingly through the apartment.
After all the bullshit of cleaning and panicking, Agatha realized she was starving and desperately needed to eat something.
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Morrison's head perked up as he watched the diaper girl toddle toward the kitchen. "I want all kitchen feeds." he said pointedly.
"Why?" Nichols asked, doing as they were instructed, even if they were questioning it.
"The ingredients have been added, the diaper will act as a catalyst and within the sacred geometry of the home, the kitchen serves as its center. I suspect if anything were to happen, it'd be in there and it'd be right now. Tell me, what has PNO-0023 left scattered in there?"
"Uhhh, there's a laxative bottle in with the spices, there's a pair of locking plastic panties on a chair in there, oh, and a feeder pacifier on the counter."
"Three opportunities for her bad luck to turn worse."
Despite his assurances, Nichols remained skeptical. At least, they did until the tiniest bit of movement from above the stove caught their attention.
For no discernible reason, a small jar tipped over and the vessel rolled across the span of the shelf, tumbling once it reached the edge and hitting one of the range knobs. It was enough force that it turned on the stove. Through the speakers, they heard a small click before flames erupted from the gas burner. The jar reached the end of its path by smashing into the floor in front of the stove.
PNO-0023-BAB-1, who was rummaging through the fridge when the jar fell, turned toward the sound. Her eyes rolled and she sighed loudly, giving her best impression of a drama queen in a stage play to Nichols' eye. After a cavalcade of stressed cursing and commiserating, she grabbed a broom. While she cleaned the glass littering the floor, the flame behind the redhead flickered. Without a pot on top of them to restrain their height, they raged dangerously and next to it, a roll of paper towels fluttered.
"That's caused by PNO-0023's lingering presence," Morrison said, pointing to the moving paper towels, "The whole place is sealed, that draft is a byproduct of her aura to spark PNO-0023-BAB-1's worsening luck."
"Spooky." Nichols whispered.
"Spooky, indeed." Morrison agreed
The chaos aura's preternatural wind unfurled the paper towels, letting the material waft into the flames. Nichols was astounded. In their time at the Society, this was their first chance to witness a preternatural event; they could believe all they wanted but seeing it was different. Everything they knew about their world was both changed and affirmed.
In an instant, a small fire started right as PNO-0023-BAB-1 turned away from the stove. She stopped in her tracks at the loud *fwoosh* of ignition. Her expression was one of visible panic, which explained why she rapidly turned again when the squealing of the fire alarm rang out through the kitchen. After momentary paralysis, PNO-0023-BAB-1 turned, tossing the broom behind her and moving to retrieve a fire extinguisher from beneath the sink.
Nichols traced the path of the broom handle as it flew toward the table, watching the moment when its bristles knocked over a butter dish to the floor during its flight path. At the end of its arc, the handle of the broom slammed into the cluttered collection of crafting supplies on the surface. With its collision, an open jar of quick-drying, maximum-strength crafting glue was spiked up into the air and sent spinning. PNO-0023-BAB-1 meanwhile, completely missed this because she's still busy dealing with the fire...
"Amazing." Morrison said, apparently watching right along with Nichols as the now flying jar of glue spilled out just enough adhesive to leave a perfect ring of glue on the upturned pacifier.
The camera operator may not have been a researcher like their boss, but it didn't take a mathematician to tell them that the arc the jar took across the room, or that the way that it drizzled glue onto the pacifier, was fully impossible. And yet, despite all the laws of probability, the jar finished its flip by landing safely on the counter next to the pacifier, and leaving the binky's mouth guard perfectly coated in the sticky substance.
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With the fire extinguisher fully emptied, Agatha was glad to see that she finally got the goddamned blaze put out, cause if she hadn't, she'd have to resort to spraying it from the sink. The frazzled redhead didn't really have any idea what'd happened, she also wasn't really in the headspace to put it together either. Between the spontaneous combustion and the broken sugar jar, the kitchen was suddenly more of a mess than her sheets had been this morning.
With a sigh, Agatha turned on her heel, making for the broom she'd tossed across the room to start the arduous process of cleaning up her mess.
"Fuck me, can this day get any goddamned worse?" she asked, projecting her frustration to the empty apartment.
Already, she was anxious as hell and that unease was only getting worse with each passing minute of not eating. Her stomach groaned, a hunger pang reminding her that having to deal with burning down Eris's apartment was the last thing she wanted to do.
While considering whether or not the burn marks on the cabinet could be scrubbed out, Agatha's bare foot hit something squishy and greasy, a sensation that would have caused her to cringe were it not for the fact that she started skidding across the tiled floor at rapid speeds. Her mouth flew open in a panic as she predicted the path she was taking in that split second. She was going down, and her head was about to crash into the granite countertop.
Luckily, Agatha narrowly avoided a full-on cranial collision with the countertop. Unluckily, her mouth did, in its open state, line up perfectly with the absurdly large pacifier Eris had left on the surface. The bulb of it was obnoxiously large. In fact, the soft rubber nipple was big enough to press down her tongue and completely fill the space behind her teeth. As it popped into her mouth, the redhead also felt the sickening squish of something wet on the mouth guard of the binky.
With a clumsy clatter, she rolled down onto the floor of the kitchen and, for a long moment, she stayed there, too dazed to move.
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"Holy shit." Nichols said, "She almost fucking died."
Morrison shook his head, standing. "No. PNO-0023's aura isn't deadly. Like all preternatural objects, it's working to babify. That's why PNO-0023-BAB-1 initially developed incontinence; the whole thing needs a precipitating factor. Anyway, I've seen what I need to; keep track of what happens over the next couple of hours. I need to run my statistical analysis and get the numbers on the probability of what just happened."
"Wait!" Nichols said, "What about the glue? Is she gonna be okay?"
"It's a feeder pacifier, the cap comes off and plenty of our high-nutrient formula went home with PNO-0023. The skin connected to the glue will shed off in two weeks or so. I'm sure PNO-0023 will be smitten when she sees her. I'm gonna send PNO-0023 home early. I want to speed this process along."
Nichols nodded, turning their attention back to the monitors. To their surprise, PNO-0023-BAB-1 was already up and had started yanking at the pacifier in her mouth.
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Agatha pulled at the massive pacifier stuck to her mouth, putting all of her strength into tearing it free until she couldn't take it anymore. The connection to her lips was strong and she was more afraid of ripping off her lips than actually being seen in the damn thing.
"Owowowowowow! Fuck, that hurts. It won't come off! Oh god, why won't it come off!? First the diaper... now this... Shit, what's Eris gonna think? What's anyone gonna think!?
As she tugged at the ring, the woman started scanning the devastated kitchen and that's when she noticed the jar of glue on the counter next to where the pacifier had been. She let go of the ring of the binky and with no idea how to express the intense big emotion she was feeling, she threw her arms down and stomped her feet.
"Of fucking course. OF FUCKING COURSE IT'S GLUED ON. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO ABOUT THAT!?" Agatha wondered.
Frustration bubbled in her core, a constant swirling irritation that made her tense every time she looked around. Between the mess in the kitchen, her diapered state, and the fact that she was still fucking starving, Agatha felt intensely overwhelmed. She didn't even have the option of alleviating her hunger; the pacifier's seal of adhesive covered the entire circumference of her mouth.
To her, this wasn't even enough of an emergency to justify a call to 9-1-1, or maybe she was just too embarrassed by the thought of a paramedic seeing her in this state to do it.
July 19 20(XX) 1730 Hours
With nothing else to do, Agatha waited. What that really meant was sitting on the couch and avoiding the mess left in the kitchen. In front of her, the TV blared, playing some dumb show that she hardly cared about. It didn't matter what it was. It was a distraction from all she was feeling. Every so often, she caught herself suckling on the pacifier in her mouth and she'd force herself to stop, not wanting it to become a comfort object.
Finally, after so long being stuck alone while brimming with anxiety, the clatter of the front door reached her ears.
Agatha jumped up, the malaise of the last couple of hours shaken off by the promise of help. She skidded around a corner, letting herself come into full view of the foyer and laying her eyes on the tall Grecian woman she called her partner.
Eris's face went from happiness to concern to shock. It took several long seconds for her to finish reacting to Agatha but when she did, it wasn't what the diapered redhead was expecting.
"Holy shit babe, you look so cute." she said, her angular face cracking into a smile.
Agatha's face fell. That was most certainly not what she wanted to hear.
She tried to explain the situation, pointing to the diaper and the pacifier and gesturing wildly toward the kitchen. However, her explanation came out as an unintelligible series of grunts and groans because she couldn't even open her lips to articulate her words.
Eris nodded along politely but it was obvious that nothing Agatha was saying was getting through to her.
"Awww baby girl has so much to tell me!" Eris said, "I'd be a lot easier without that big ol' pacifier stuck in your face though."
The dark haired woman reached out for the ring of the pacifier, and she herself attempted to pull out the glued binky. When it didn't give immediately, she stopped, not even pulling hard enough to cause an uncomfortable groan from Agatha.
"Damn, don't even wanna give up your paci huh? That's okay. I've got a full feeding set up, you don't have to take your binky out at all if it makes you happy."
"Wait no—"
"So you're into the whole baby thing now yeah? Listen I know the incontinence hit you suddenly but if it helped you discover something about yourself... I can't say I'm bothered."
"NONONONONONONO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
"I don't mind making sure my baby girl is treated right." Eris said, setting down the boxes and bags of adult baby stuff she'd been sent home with and doing the cheesy lean she always did right before suggesting something naughty, "After all that's what a good Mommy does right?"
"Don't try to make this sexy! This is not sexy! I need help, dammit. Fucking help me!"
Agatha's foot came down hard and she was doing everything in her power not to physically attack Eris to try and make her point. She tried to say "Listen to me dammit!" but the words were a mush of sounds and only drew a chuckle from Eris. Then the rumbling noise of her stomach halted her temper tantrum; the hunger was getting to be too much.
"Awww poor Aggy, I see you're more of a brat, huh? Are you sure you want me to punish you after my demanding job?"
Agatha shook her head, coming to the slow realization that no matter what she did, this was her life, at least until she could get this paci out. She was going to be babied and even worse, her partner had access to an insane amount of adult baby fetish shit.
"Well, I see some of your nappy's hearts have faded, so my big baby needs a change huh? First, it sounds like your poor tummy needs food. I'll get the bottle hook up ready, you go sit on the couch."
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July 22 20(XX) 1100 Hours
That first miraculous, probability-shifting incident that locked a pacifier in PNO-0023-BAB-1's mouth stuck with Nichols for days. Never before had their monitoring job been so interesting, nor did it ever stay this interesting.
In the days since the pacifier gluing, they'd seen PNO-0023 and PNO-0023-BAB-1 fall into a kind of adorable little routine as PNO-0023 started seeing her girlfriend as more of a baby rather than a romantic partner. That dynamic was even cemented when PNO-0023-BAB-1 tried to remove her diaper during the day only to leave a messy puddle of urine on the floor. She got a spanking for that and the threat of increased punishment if it happened again...
Despite how much she obviously hated it, PNO-0023-BAB-1 never re-attempted to remove the outfit she's wearing or her diaper, not after the initial spanking she'd gotten from PNO-0023. It had the voyeuristic camera operator wondering how hard PNO-0023's palms struck her backside, because only a really good spanking could have kept them in those puffy, patterned things.
Rapt in the drama, Nichols spent their morning watching the pattern they'd come to expect from the duo, marking the similar points that occur through the day and waiting for the next occurrence of preternatural probability shifting.
So far, PNO-0023 had woken up before the redhead, prepared a batch of nutrition formula so that PNO-0023-BAB-1 had bottles throughout the whole day, and then went to rouse PNO-0023-BAB-1 from sleep. PNO-0023-BAB-1 was always grumpy and slow to get out of bed but PNO-0023 used that sleepiness as an easy opportunity to change her partner out of her nighttime diaper.
Once freshly diapered, PNO-0023 dressed PNO-0023-BAB-1 in a onesie that she'd pilfered from the selection of Society supplies sent home with her. Once they went through the cataloging process, PNO-0023 just added whatever she's sent home with to a growing stash of adult baby accoutrements for PNO-0023-BAB-1. A note was initially made to reprimand her for this action, but Morrison erased it from the file altogether.
After dressing the redhead in the stolen clothes and diapers, PNO-0023 fed PNO-0023-BAB-1, unscrewing the cap of her pacifier and connecting a locking bottle to the open round, making it so the paci itself essentially functioned as the bottle's feeding nipple.
After that, PNO-0023 left for the day and PNO-0023-BAB-1 is on her own to the apartment. Much to Nichols' chagrin, she was mostly doing what she was doing before. Crafts, reading, and television fill the redhead's days, the incredible embarrassment of her situation keeping her from leaving the small 1000-square-foot space. Even now they just stared at her while she lazed on the couch, waiting for something to happen.
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"Who's ready to spin the big wheel!?"
Agatha glowered at the television, letting the brain-rotting cavalcade of daytime game shows wash over her because there was, well and truly, nothing better to do. She was perpetually bored and that feeling only got worse as the days wore on. At least when she was in pull-ups, there was the option of going out—not that she did; but with these diapers and the tight, body-hugging onesie? Agatha really felt like she couldn't go anywhere.
There was always the option of taking them off, and that might have worked for the onesie, but removing her diaper led to messes and messes on the carpet, which led to a spanking that felt like her nose was being rubbed into her own shameful accident.
Even if she wanted to go back, Agatha didn't think she could... She was peeing a lot more than before and her bladder control had dwindled down to nothing.
While her body changed, so did her environment. The collection of toys and diapers and clothes and accessories grew day by day, overtaking the apartment more and more. Sitting on the table was a small plastic ring stacker toy, but the center pole was more... phallic than just a straight rod and the rings had a familiar shape to the center hole. She hadn't even put it there; Eris had just left it sitting around!
There was shit like that all over, magic wands shaped like rattles for roleplay, stuffed animals with anatomical additions, things vibrated and pulsed and could be ridden in lewd ways while also providing the barest mental stimulation because they were goddamn children's toys. Even her arts-and-crafts shelf had new additions. Where Eris had gotten sapphic-diaper-porn-themed adult coloring books, she had no idea, but they were certainly there when Agatha went for a project to fill her days.
The 1000-square-foot apartment was her whole world, and over the course of the last couple of days, it'd become a miasma of adult babyhood and latent sexuality. With so many possible outlets, she could have used any of them, but she didn't. Not only would doing so require taking off her diaper—something she was loath to do given her propensity to make puddles all over the place and the spankings that would result from said puddle making—but also the thought of using any of these sex toys was just too embarrassing.
That didn't mean she wasn't horny... She was dying to get off.
When this whole thing had started, she'd avoided Eris sexually. Agatha had been too embarrassed by her pull-ups to imagine going to bed with her. With the transition to diapers and baby clothes, she couldn't necessarily ask for sex, but she'd made some advances. It was actually Eris who'd turn her down, telling her that she hadn't been a 'good enough girl' yet. She was now cursing the distance she'd put between them, because it made the ultra-sexualized now so much worse.
Just thinking about that phrase: "You haven't been a good enough girl yet." pissed her off. In a huff, Agatha's hand gripped the lewd, ringstacker, her tight grip digging into the silicone rings momentarily. She gave it a hard squeeze, wanting so badly to crush it in her hand. Then she sent it flying across the room.
It impacted against something.
She didn't care.
No matter what she did, Eris would laugh at the mess and clean it up when she got home, writing off whatever had happened as Agatha's ABDL hijinks.
Only after a long minute did she actually start to feel a little bad. Her outburst didn't actually do anything. It really only proved to Eris that she was a petulant brat, which was a perception she was desperately trying to shake anyway.
The redhead stood, planning to pick up the mess and do a little cleaning so that when Eris finally came home, the house wasn't a complete disaster. However, the straightening of her stance caused a sudden shifting in her gut. Weight dropped through her body, landing in her lower abdomen as a heavy, insistent pressure.
Agatha's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She knew that hefty, intense pressure and started scrambling. Each movement she made was jerky, arrested by a collection of uncomfortable cramps in her core.
"Guh, it's never been this close. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Agatha barely made it to the entrance of her hallway, let alone to the bathroom door before the first push of her body started to deposit waste into the back of her candy-patterned diaper. She'd made it to the bathroom every time before, been able to fight off the urge to hell her pants and hold onto her dignity by pulling down her diaper.
This time, there was barely any warning, barely any indication that she had to go before it was too late. She dropped to her knees, holding herself off the floor and kneeling through her body's automatic pushing. Fetid, chunky weight dropped, padding, pulling down the back of her pants gradually as she filled her pampers.
As her body convulsed and the obscene sounds of squelching overtook the tinny noises of daytime television, Agatha ran through a number of possible emotions. She considered crying, she considered laughing in disbelief, quiet shock was also an option, but ultimately, she landed somewhere unexpected: slight enjoyment.
The muck collecting in the back of her diaper wasn't uncomfortable. Sure, it smelled bad; in fact, the wafting smell of her mess was easily the worst part of her accident, but the heat? The squishiness? The feeling of her asshole spasming to expel only for that to land right below her, caught and held securely? None of that felt bad.
Briefly, a thought strayed into her mind. If it felt semi-okay, even good to have that heat and muck squishing against her, would it feel good if she rubbed the front of her diaper?
Agatha stayed kneeling on the floor, in utter disbelief at the depravity she felt. She shook the thought from her head. The idea of indulging in it was too humiliating, though it was also somewhat invasive, like she couldn't move past it... A week ago, when she was first getting used to pull-ups, would she have even considered it?
After a long moment, Agatha picked herself up off the ground, sucking the stuck paci in her mouth absentmindedly. The bathroom was down the hall. There, she could strip herself of the loaded padding and shower the filth off herself, but in the living room was the television. Drew was just starting the showcase showdown.
July 22 20(XX) 1830 Hours
"Hey Babe, I'm home!" Eris called from the foyer. "How was your day?"
Agatha rolled her eyes, unamused by the question. She obviously couldn't answer. Still, she did consider it and came to the conclusion that it hadn't been a bad day... All she'd gotten up from the couch to do was collect a few bottles of formula from the fridge so she could "snack" throughout the day. Otherwise, it was just her getting reacquainted with the Baretta sisters and laughing through some of the better seasons of Superstitious...
Eris came strolling around the corner, eyes wide when she spotted her girlfriend. "Ahhhh, I see my baby girl decided to become a TV addict while I was working. Did you do anything today?"
Another rhetorical question, the three bottles of formula and the pile from where she'd tossed the lewd ring stacker proved that she hadn't.
Eris approached Agatha, kissing her on the forehead, then wrinkling her nose. "Wait... That's not just the smell of piss. Holy shit Hun, did you actually crap yourself?"
At this, Agatha blushed, pulling her gaze away from Eris's.
"Wow, you are getting into it. Well shit, I'm proud of you, taking the baby thing pretty far. I'll change you after I clean all this up, okay? Oh, and tomorrow I've got something to try, after all, if you're making messies like that, I don't want you ruining the furniture."
Her tone was playful, but it also sent a worried shudder through Agatha. She'd like to believe she still had the option of using the toilet. It sounded like Eris had other ideas.
The tall woman crossed the living room, collecting the miscellaneous pile of things into her hands until she shot up with surprise. "Oh shit, my phone! I'm glad I forgot it here and not at wor—Wait... purchase completed!? Aggy, what did you do!?"
With no context as to what she could mean, Agatha shrugged, shooting her girlfriend a confused look.
Eris obviously didn't buy this befuddlement, even if it was the truth. "Don't look at me like that. You clearly went through my phone Aggy."
Agatha shook her head.
"Really cause the shopping cart of new toys for you was purchased. I was originally gonna cull out some of it then surprise you but you just couldn't help yourself, could you? Greedy baby had to have it all. That was like $400 worth of stuff Hun."
Agatha's eyes went wide and she waved her arms wildly, trying to vehemently deny that she'd done such a thing.
"Why would she be shopping for all that anyway!?" Agatha wondered, "This whole apartment is becoming a fucking shrine to that shit. Does she think I'm bored with what's here? I mean, I am, but I don't need any fucking more of it!"
While she spun out about Eris even looking at more babyish activities for her, she remembered throwing the toy... Silicone could interact with a phone screen and she must have hit the 'confirm purchase' button with her projectile.
That look of realization must have been enough for Eris to confirm she'd done it. She took Agatha's hand and pulled her back toward their room.
"Well, a cutie like you deserves the world, so I won't cancel the order." Eris said, cracking a smile, "But for spoiling the surprise... I think that deserves a spanking."
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Nichols marked the incident from earlier, looking through the footage and noting that the phone being left behind and the placement of the ring stacker were easily probability affecting factors that added to the chaos aura stew. They made sure to send the list of Marked Probability Factors directly up the chain to Morrison, along with PNO-0023-BAB-1's first messy accident.
"Damn, she's having a day." they said, watching with envy as PNO-0023's hand struck the back of her partner's saggy diapered butt repeatedly. They may not have been into the diapers, but a good maintenance spanking was nothing Nichols would scoff at...
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July 25 20(XX) 1200 Hours
Agatha crimped a strand of her hair in a screaming hot hair straightener. Her tender butt pressed into the edge of the bathroom's countertop as she did and Agatha cringed slightly, the soreness radiating across her ass. Eris hadn't been easy on her for ruining the 'surprise' and she was certain that if she could see her butt, it'd be the same pink as the ruffly plastic panties her girlfriend had slipped over the diaper.
The elastic of at the leg guards dug slightly into her thighs. Normally, something like that would have bothered her; Agatha typically hated it when her clothes clung to her uncomfortably. That wasn't the case with the diaper cover, though; that dig, the way its elastic bit into her skin, felt like an assurance that she wasn't going to make a mess. Eris had already made it clear that girls who made messes were punished, so an assurance of no more puddles was a nice one.
The trade-off for avoiding another powerful barrage of swats to the ass was that Agatha wasn't allowed to change herself. It was a lucky coincidence that nappies Eris had been bringing home were high capacity and that the feeling of mushy shit against Agatha's butt didn't actually bother her.
With a sigh, she set down the hair straightener, turning and leaning on the bathroom counter again. She'd fallen into a pattern lately, where every moment her brain wasn't distracted by TV or her phone or a craft, she'd catch herself thinking. Why was she accepting this? She'd wonder. Why wasn't Eris thinking it was weird or putting together that the pacifier was glued? Why didn't she just suck it up, put on an overcoat and a mask and go to a hospital so they could remove the glue?
"It'd feel like a bad plot contrivance if I didn't know any better..." Agatha thought. In reality, she knew why things had gone this way. Agatha was just too anxious to seek help and Eris was such a loving girlfriend that she was just trying to be supportive.
With so much going through her head, Agatha lost track of the world around her and before she could even register what was happening, a smell hit her nose.
"burning?"
Agatha whipped around and while the smell lessened, it didn't completely go away. Her sudden movement left behind the strings of melted plastic on the heated flats of her hair straightener.
"Oh crap..."
The redhead's face fell as she nervously twiddled her fingers across the crinkled elastic band of her locking plastic pants. Clumsily, she traced the metal chain beneath the waistband to the small opening in the back where it could be cinched tight around her pelvis and locked. Right where the chains connected, she found it, the melted mess of plastic that was, a minute ago, a lock. She did her best to get a look at how damaged it was in the bathroom mirror but she could barely see it. From what she could tell based on feeling, all of 16 seconds had completely decimated the lock, turning it into a stuck blob holding onto the chain tighter than ever before.
"Why..." she wondered, dropping her arms in defeat, "Why would something meant to keep an adult from fussing with their diaper have a stupid plastic lock?"
July 25 20(XX) 1820 Hours
"Awwww did poor little Aggy have an accident?" Eris asked.
The question was loaded, much like Agatha's diaper. Her incidental unpotty training had only gotten worse and over the course of the day, she wasn't trying to hold back anymore but that wasn't what her girlfriend was referring to. From behind, Agatha could feel Eris turn the melted, devastated plastic lock in her hands.
Despite having spent six days with the paci glued into her mouth, she still tried to speak, hoping the glue had loosened enough for her lips to pull away from the overlarge plastic mouth guard. "Mmmmph Nnnnggghhh MMPPPHHHH."
Eris stood, chuckling slightly. As she moved, her hand drifted across the back of her messy diaper, squishing the pile of mush inside.
"~Mmmmphhh~"
Instead of eliciting a grunt of annoyance, this action pulled a groan of enjoyment from Aggy. It slipped out from behind her pacifier as the semi-solid waste trapped inside conformed to her butt.
"Welll, seems the only thing to do is to cut it off." Eris said, giving a nonchalant shrug.
Relief pushed down from Agatha's brain through the mush butt enjoyment she was experiencing. At the very least, she could get out of this thing, and her padding would be replaced before bedtime.
"But I'll do that in a few days."
"UMPH FUH DUHAHH?"
"Don't sound so surprised. You can't break something and expect me to replace it immediately. You have to live with the consequences of your actions. Just give it a couple of days. Don't worry, that diaper is built for maximum absorbency and the plastic panties are meant to hold in any leaks. I'm sure you'll be fine.
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July 29 20(XX) 0700 Hours
There was something to watching poor PNO-0023-BAB-1's downfall that was intoxicatingly exciting. Nichols knew it was wrong, but honestly, it was more interesting than they'd expected. As a bonus, they were actually getting paid to do it, too.
They'd even started keeping an eye on certain items strewn throughout the house, with a slight hope that they'd be the next twisted misfortune to befall the redhead. There was the tape sitting on the coffee table, the high chair waiting in the kitchen for its first use, and even the complicated bondage apparatus PNO-0023 had brought home and hadn't yet set up.
Even without Morrison's statistical analysis, they knew something was going to happen today. They'd noticed a pattern emerging in the time since the first incident: that no more than four days could pass without PNO-0023's aura affecting PNO-0023-BAB-1. For some reason, part of PNO-0023's aura meant that the bad luck in a space hit critical mass at that point, and one of the Marked Probability Factors in the apartment had to trigger to regress PNO-0023-BAB-1.
The only question was... which one?
While they were waiting for the next incident, Nichols had to admit—even if only to themselves—that the stuck plastic panties had provided a certain amount of entertainment. Though they'd been a nightmare for the test subject, Nichols had gotten somewhat into seeing just how far the back of PNO-0023-BAB-1's diaper would bloat.
The diapers she'd been wearing lately were part of the Society's new stretch weave line too, meant to hold up to multiple accidents if need be. To his surprise, after four days of high-nutrient formula induced messing, it was holding up exceptionally well. In fact, Nichols had a feeling that the plastic pants would be more likely to break. The hefty back of her diaper was practically smashed up against the clear pink plastic of her panties, pulling them taught.
"Wonder which will give first." Nichols said quietly to themselves, their gaze intensifying on the PNO-0023-BAB-1's position on the screens. She waddled slowly around in the shared bedroom, enjoying a slow and steady wake-up.
"Not really what we're testing here, is it?" Morrison said, appearing behind Nichols.
"SHIT!"
"Yes, apparently. While you're focusing on what's in PNO-0023-BAB-1's diaper, maybe you should turn your attention to what PNO-0023 is doing. You flagged it in your notebook. Why wouldn't you expect it now, when food is being prepared?
"You loo—" Nichols started to say before letting the sentence go. The paper was likely Society property; there's no way they had a leg to stand on in their indignation about the invasion of privacy.
Instead, they brought the kitchen feed onto their main monitor as instructed, focusing on the massive bowl of formula PNO-0023 was making. Just above it, the small bottle of meltable laxative pills waited, it's top already unscrewed for it's inevitable drop.
Nichols stared at the bottle in disbelief. "...She can't be that careless, can she?"
Morrison shook his head. "I doubt it's carelessness. I think subconsciously she's leaving things around to sow chaos for PNO-0023-BAB-1. I'd honestly like to consider moving a few test subjects into the surrounding apartment building to see how her area of effect reacts as we allow for more chaos."
"You're thinking... You're thinking that as more people get caught in this or the more low-probability effects happen, the more it'll feed into her abilities. It'll be a recursive feedback loop of chaos, of 'randomness'."
"Precisely... It opens up so many other testing possibilities, even if we end up losing PNO-0023 as a Ground Enforcement Officer."
Nichols opened his mouth to say something, only for their conversation to be interrupted by several loud *plunks* from the monitor in front of them.
Nichols rolled back the tape, counting each of the 15 of the little capsules that fell into the batch of formula and were stirred in absentmindedly by PNO-0023.
They whipped around, stopping Morrison's progress out the door. "Wait, isn't the dosage on those one per gallon? I'm counting 5 per gallon. Is that even safe!?"
Morrison grumbled, stopping at the door but not turning around. "I already told you, PNO-0023 isn't malicious. She'll be just fine, now get back to work or we'll move you in next door."
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July 29 20(XX) 1100 Hours
The formula tasted off today.
Agatha wasn't sure why. She'd even walked in on Eris making it and prepping the bottles for the next couple of days, but everything seemed normal as she watched her mix it up. It wasn't like there were any new ingredients on the counter next to the cans of formula.
Still, as she suckled it through the glued pacifier, she couldn't help but note that its taste was more bitter than usual and that it landed in her stomach wrong. She wanted to stop, to see if she herself could mix up the concoction so she could get her batch to have that same mildly sweet chalkiness she'd come to expect from her bottles. However, she didn't know where the cans of formula resided in the kitchen and she kind of didn't want to learn.
"It'd be sooo much work." she thought, drinking deep from the bottle already latched to her face.
Even Agatha had to admit, in her new, pampered and cared-for state, she was getting lazy. Days of nothing but watching TV, playing her new Wintendo Swap, and bouncing on her overmessy diaper's shell with a pillow or Hitacho magic stick shoved under it had dulled her mind and made her complacent with her new station in life.
There was a comfortability to turning her brain off and lounging in the apartment, one she wasn't about to try and break out of. Even her crafts had started to feel like a lot of work, plus the incident with the glue had been more than a little dissuading. Part of her worried about it but she also wasn't really doing anything to combat that laziness. At least, she stopped trying since reaching an understanding about why she stayed in the apartment and an appreciation for her messy padding.
Still, that level of laziness over the last several days had also been affecting her body. Agatha had noticed a new layer of pudge added to her limbs and tummy, as if lying around like this had added a layer of baby fat.
"Maybe I should get up and do something today... Couldn't hurt to do some squats..." she thought, pinching the added roll on her midsection.
Just as the last of the bottle drained into her mouth, Aggy started to move on the couch, looking to languidly flip out of her lounging position and get her body moving, even if it was for just a few minutes. With each jerky attempt to roll, her stomach shifted uncomfortably, the movement feeling like a wet sack of cement, burdensome and slow.
"Ughhhhhh whyyyy? Why does my gut feel so loaded? I've only had formula..."
Aggy's complaining wasn't actually helping her come up with a solution, though she mostly didn't seem concerned with doing so. The telltale, rolling rumble of her stomach told her that her digestion was increasing in intensity. That, paired with the growing pressure against her asshole, told her exactly what to expect: that she was going to fill her diaper again and add to the collection of malodorous slop already deposited into the back of her padding.
This felt different than the accidents, though. This time, her body was being artificially pushed into overdrive by whatever was making her formula taste so wrong and so bitter. She wasn't waiting for the inevitable push, something that would just happen to her at any minute now with her weakened muscles; instead, pressure was building in her body, reaching some kind of uncomfortable culmination in her bowels
Lazily, heavily, weakly, she rolled off the couch, toddling away toward the bathroom. There was nothing to do there; she couldn't even get the plastic panties off, but she felt like this had to happen somewhere else. It felt like letting out a load of this magnitude was wrong in the living room.
She crossed the threshold, only for her body to give up the struggle, just as the cold tile of the bathroom touched her toes, her sphincter spread, releasing a monstrous wave into the back of her packed diaper. Aggy screamed, not from pain, but from surprise as the intensity with which her body forced out the chunky, semi-solid mush.
Lumpy mush started pushing the back of her diaper up against the plastic of the panties, filling what little space remained in the garment with her messy diaper and smashing the dark-stained back of it against the stuck protective underwear.
"It's gonna AHHH It's gonna leak, god, Imma have a blowout and have to explain it to Momm— ERIS, I mean ERIS, this is so UGHHHH embarrassing! She's gonna be so grossed out!"
The rush, the force, the weight of her outlandish, diaper-destroying mess was nearly too much for Aggy to contend with. worries about how this was happening or why left her brain, seemingly carried out into the back of her padding by the intense bowl movement. For a few beautiful seconds, there was only the feeling of dumping and the inevitable emptiness that came with it.
She was glad to see, after all of that, that her mess was still contained in her diaper when the intense rush finally ended. It was her only comfort, though, because her worry only worsened at the feeling of her still churning stomach...
July 31st 20(XX) 1300 Hours
Eris, for her part, had no offer of explanation for the increased frequency or size of Agatha's bowel movements. She seemed to take them in stride, suggesting such pamper packing was just normal for a big baby like her.
The redhead had questions, feelings, and all sorts of things to say about this change. She suspected that something was wrong with her formula but with no way to prove it or to tell Eris, she didn't bother trying to play a complicated game of charades with her girlfriend about it either.
Whatever had caused it at the very least earned her a change from the multi-day punishment diaper, which was a nice change of pace. Considering the plastic panties were only barely holding the padding she'd pushed to its limit, it wasn't like there was much of a choice.
Aggy was now filling her pants several times a day, and due to emptying out so often, it meant she was drinking way more of her formula, which in turn had her using her diaper more.
This spurred her to reconsider seeking help again, pulling her a little out of the malaise of brain numbing distractions. Even if she wanted to see a doctor, that would mean leaving the apartment, an idea that'd only grown further out of reach because she couldn't even find her big girl clothes anymore, let alone keep from smelling like a bathroom stall for more than an hour at a time.
Within all of that worry, though, was Eris, who seemed less than bothered by the development. If she wasn't actually worried, Aggy found it hard to ruminate it too. Instead, she lay in bed, considering drifting off to sleep for a midday nap. Already, her padding was bloated, swollen big between her legs with several pissy releases and a hefty load. She didn't care; there was a good chance she'd wet in her sleep, reheating the cooling padding squished between her thighs.
As she lay there, snuggling with her soft comforter and resting her head on the down pillow she'd come to need to sleep, a clattering noise tap-danced across the ceiling above her. She narrowed her eyes, bothered by the noise intruding on what would be a peaceful nap.
"Is that... What's going on in the upstairs apartment?" she wondered.
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The rumbling started while Nichols had been looking through old footage, double-checking everything to make sure no event was missed, but the sudden rolling *taptaptaptap* sound invading the apartment drew their attention back to the live feeds.
Quickly, they located PNO-0023-BAB-1, clocking her confused form in her and Eris's shared bed. Upon confirming the sound wasn't coming from the room itself, they clicked through the rest of the apartment, trying to discern exactly what was making it. It took only a few seconds to confirm that nothing in the apartment could have been. There wasn't anything off about what they were seeing, nor were any of the marked probability factors reacting to PNO-0023's chaos aura.
"Is it... Is this just an earthquake?" they wondered, making note in their book about an improbable but possibly unrelated event.
That theory went out the window when the first piece of rebar flew down through the apartment's ceiling and bore itself through the floor of the bedroom.
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*BOOM!*
Each time the echoing sound of an explosion sounded from above, a solid steel rod burst down through the roof, showering Agatha in a hail of plaster and wood splinters. They spiked into the floor with a sharp *shunk* noise each time.
The redhead shivered and shook, terrified that the next one wouldn't land just beyond the border of the bed but rather through the middle of it, yet she dared not move. The two seconds of time between each rebar rod's descent just wasn't enough time and on the off chance one hit her, she'd surely be done for.
Too paralyzed by terror, Agatha waited for the rhythmic booming and collisions to come to an end. In between each one, she caught glimpses of what was happening, watching in horror as the bars landed and buried themselves equidistant in the floor from each other, and bit-by-bit they surrounded her and Eris's bed...
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One after the other, 1.5-meter pieces of rebar spiked down through the plaster of the apartment's upper boundary, landing exactly 12 cm apart in a perfect square around the bed. Nichols had no idea how, or even how the perforated surface of the ceiling was holding up, but what they did know was that the final product undeniably turned the massive, queen-sized bed into a barred crib, with a quivering, frightened PNO-0023-BAB-1 in the middle.
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When the noise finally quieted down and the entire bed was surrounded in metal, Agatha waited a long moment, making sure that the noise wasn't about to start up again. She didn't want to be caught unaware just as she started to relax.
Her eyes remained closed for almost five minutes but in that time, her breathing came from a hyperventilating quickness to a calm, deep pace. Eventually, she opened her eyes and stared in awe at the dark metal of her new bedside prison bars, trying to articulate even to herself what had just happened
"I... This is real. This can't just be a coincidence. S-something is happening here."
Little by little, Agatha was beginning to understand that this series of events couldn't have been all accidents, that something was spurring this on. She could write off everything that'd happened before as weird little accidents or even bad luck but this... this was impossible without some sort of intervention of some kind.
"Fuck, how am I gonna explain this to Eris?" she wondered, "It's not like I can actually tell her anything it's just... she can't think I did THIS on purpose like she thinks I did everything else right?"
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August 2 20(XX) 0800 Hours
"So you got all the damaged patched then?" Morrison asked.
Nichols wasn't exactly sure how or why overseeing the restoration of the testing space became their job, nor were they confident they were getting paid for it, but they nodded nonetheless. They feared the repercussions of disappointing Morrison more than anything.
"Team got it done in a day and a half, apparently all structural damage was minimal and easily patched, we played it off as the landlord coming to do some work anyway."
"Good, we can resume normal testing then. How'd the subjects respond?"
"It's in the report..." Nichols grumbled.
"...And I'm asking you." Morrison said, "Don't think I'm ignoring this attitude, you should be glad an upper researcher wants your opinion, or that I'm trusting you to handle more tasks. It's how upward mobility works here. Now I say again, how did the subjects respond?"
Nichols was taken aback but also skeptical. They weren't sure if Morrison was being genuine, but they saw an opportunity to move up from security tech to researcher. It was something they hadn't been aware was a possibility before this moment.
"Uhhh PNO-0023 was surprised and blamed PNO-0023-BAB-1, PNO-0023-BAB-1 tried to deny it but the pacifier is still stuck, so she couldn't get any words out. PNO-0023 said something about moving ahead with plans despite the toy order and then we had the 'landlord' show up and everything got fixed."
"So, PNO-0023 just accepted it?"
"I mean, yeah, she didn't take issue with it happening. After it was fixed, she seemed unbothered."
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me, not with *** ****** influencing her actions."
As soon as the sentence left Morrison's mouth, his eyes went wide like he'd let something slip. The absence of noise that was created when he tried to say what was influencing the subject was horrifying, like the words and the way he moved his lips were blurred from existence, if only for a moment.
"Ahhhh, anyway... we still don't know what happened with the rebar though," Nichols said, trying to get the conversation back on track like he didn't just witness a horrifying cosmic twist of reality, "Best we can tell, there was a small localized explosions from propane leaks from the apartment above, I didn't think PNO-0023's aura could reach up there but uh... It did."
Morrison didn't seem to hear Nichols; he seemed too lost in his own head. "Yeah, yeah. Uhhh, keep an eye on it. We'll talk about it later..."
Nichols watched as Morrison left with his shoulders slumped and his head loped to the side. Never had he seemed scared, never was he so out of it...
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August 5 20(XX) 1400 Hours
Since the freak accident with the rebar, Agatha was looking over her shoulder at every turn, looking for a cause for everything and for the next 'freak accident'. She knew for sure that something was happening to her and Eris, something unnatural and sick.
What she didn't understand was why Eris was going along with it. Agatha knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that her girlfriend would never put her through this much misery. The redhead wholeheartedly believed that her partner had been so accommodating because she felt like Agatha was in love with the idea of ABDL. Because of the pacifier stuck to her face, that idea really couldn't be refuted.
Still, this level of commitment, the money spent to redecorate the spare room into an elaborate adult-sized nursery, the toys, the care, and getting up early to make the endless bottles of formula was also a surprise. To a certain degree, she was thrilled that her girlfriend wanted to support her, to indulge in any fantasies without judgment but for fucks sake, they weren't even having sex during all of this.
There was only bottles, warm pant loads, and changes, but no stimulation offered. She could only seek enjoyment herself, taking from the massive selection of lewder objects ordered by Eris. With all the alone time she had, there was lots of masturbating, but it wasn't a replacement for actual contact with her girlfriend, or with the excitement of a touch not controlled by her.
"Maybe it's an experiment..." she thought absentmindedly, "Seeing how long a relationship can take absurdity like this before a person goes completely insane."
She shook that theory away, seeing no value to be gleaned by any research lab from something like this. Besides, who'd subsidize it? The government? No, something like this was more likely a hidden camera show for rich, anonymous weirdos on the internet.
Agatha filtered through possible reasons for her state while sitting in the kitchen, resting on one of the wooden chairs at her dining/craft table. While she thought, a small rubber ball left her hand only to bounce back up a second later.
Beneath her, her butt sank into a cushion of cooled mess, her accidents already having accumulated in her pants. By now, she was hardly bothered. To walk around with a hefty sag to her pants was normal and sitting in it no longer elicited a cringe. her diaper was just a part of her existence.
"Any drugs slipped to me would take a couple of days to work."
*Ker-Clunk*
"So it must have been right before I got fired."
*Ker-Klunk*
"Then all my pull-ups went missing. Somebody must have done that."
*Ker-Klunk*
"I wrote it off before, but... There were just way too many. No, it has to have been that night, the night of the fight..."
*Ker-thump, thump thump thumpthumpthumpthump*
The bouncy ball missed Aggy's hand, bouncing again off the kitchen tile and rolling toward the open doorway into the living room.
"Shit." Aggy thought, pushing herself up from the chair and waddling after it.
The small rubber ball actually ended up traveling fairly far, rolling its way through the living room and beneath the couch.
If asked, Agatha couldn't explain why she went under the couch after it, only that it felt like the right choice in the moment. She brought her body close to the floor, pressing her torso against the ground and scooting through the small, foot-and-a-half-tall space beneath the bottom of her couch. The hardwood squeaked beneath her and when she emerged from the other side, a collection of dust bunnies followed her.
Once through the dusty portal, she attempted to push forward, to squeeze through after the ball to the wider living room space on the other side. Problem was, Agatha found herself stuck, the bulk of nappy wedged her in place and kept her from moving any further forward.
"Mph, Nghhh, GNGHHHH. GUH!"
Her frustrated grunting achieved little, even in the way of making the stuck redhead feel any better. With each grunt came a shimmy and shake, and with each movement she wedged herself deeper into the space beneath the couch. Agatha had really wedged herself under its mass.
For all her effort and bad decisions, Agatha did find herself in range of the palm-sized pink and black striped bouncy ball she'd sent sailing into the living room. Rather than worrying about her trapped state, she quickly became preoccupied with reaching it. She stretched her arm and fingers, extending the limb and extremities as far as she could to reach her prize.
Aggy swiped, then missed.
She swiped again, once again missing...
"Grrrr, c'mon, third time's the charm..."
She reached for it once again, and this time her digits brushed the rubber surface of the toy. Immediately, she scrunched her fingers, working them like a spider to pull the toy toward her.
"Holy shit," Agatha thought to herself, "am I fucking stupid?"
The gravity of her situation really dawned on her in that moment, a heavy realization that this whole thing was an exercise in stupidity. She wasn't even really sure why she cared about her stupid little rubber ball or why she'd chased it under the couch instead of going around. Would she have gotten herself wedged beneath the couch a week ago? Aggy had to think not, but in that short time span, here she was, stuck beneath the furniture and chasing a toy instead of trying to figure out what was happening to her.
That realization hit her, making her acknowledge just how dumb all of this was and then the toy slipped free of her scuttling arachnid fingers. It was launched out by their pressure at high speeds and sent careening directly into a wall.
Agatha watched from her pinned position as the toy ricocheted from wall to wall, bouncing cartoonishly and ridiculously around the room until it smacked a picture frame hanging next to the couch.
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"It's time for another one." Nichols said, keeping their eyes locked on the monitor.
From behind, the new head researcher whipped around in their chair, pushing across the room and sending their rolling chair flying toward the bank of monitors. "Ahh HA! I finally get to witness one!" he declared, scootching his seat up to Nichols' and staring at the monitors. "Which room are we looking at?"
"Living room, Camera 3 has the best view."
"Excellent, excellent. I'm noting some superball action here. That's not one of the infinity bouncers we make, I take it?"
"Uh no sir, it's just a normal bouncy ball."
"Fascinating."
Nichols wasn't sure what to think of this man. Head Researcher Aster was certainly kinder than Morrison had been, but the former camera tech, now research assistant—a position Nichols had recently obtained with the ouster of their old boss—knew that nobody got that up high in The Society without some sadism to them. This man may have seemed nice, but they were sure that behind that smile existed an unbridled brutality.
On the screens, the pair watched the ball finally crash into one of the gold-framed pictures on the wall, tilting it to an odd angle. That sudden tilt caused the corner of the picture to knock into a row of books on the shelf next to it, which dominoed into a plant at the end.
Nichols cringed as the pot tumbled to the floor, shattering with a loud crash. The shards of it flew through the room, eliciting a teeth-sucking sound from Aster next to them. "Well that hardly seems safe." he said, noting something on his little pad of paper.
While keeping their attention focused, Nichols piped up, "PNO-0023's aura isn't malicious, so no danger will come to her, at least that's what Morrison told me."
Aster laughed, "See, I knew promoting you would pay off, you're already more helpful than that crotchety statistician's boring notes."
Nichols didn't respond because the bizarre Rube Goldberg effect on the monitors was getting too interesting. One of the pot's shards made contact with a balloon PNO-0023-BAB-1 had been given by her girlfriend that'd been discarded on the living room floor. The pop of the air-filled latex exploded through the speakers, feeling much louder than it should have. From her position beneath the couch, PNO-0023-BAB-1 jumped, lifting the piece of furniture briefly. More importantly, she knocked into the coffee table right across from the couch. The piece of furniture jolted and its contents were sent clattering across its surface.
On the edge of the cluttered table, among all the toys and bottles and games, was a black nondescript rectangle. Everything else on the coffee table stayed right where it was before, except that shape, which started plunging to the floor just like the pot.
"My god, what is this, the nineties?" Aster asked.
Nichols cocked an eyebrow, giving as quizzical a look as they could without looking away from the screen.
"Come on, I know you're young, but you surely know a VHS tape when you see one, did we send that home with Eris?" Aster asked
Before the archaic medium crashed to the floor and its fragile black casing shattered, the crooked picture on the wall slipped from its nail and hit the ball that was finally starting to lose its wild momentum. The collision reignited its movement, sending it bouncing again. The rubber projectile flew directly into the tumbling VHS tape.
"...It's one of the items PNO-0023 got sent home to catalog, I uh don't know which one. Could be testing material or it could be... Oh shit, we need to activate the screen filter right now!"
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No amount of preparation could have made the impossible bouncing trajectory from the ball possible, nor the impossible chain reaction that led it to spiking the unknown VHS tape Eris had left on their coffee table into the VCR beneath their TV.
Agatha was seeing this chain reaction in full for the first time and it was awesome in the literal sense; it inspired awe in her. However, actually catching sight of the impossible series of events leading to her degradation was not the relieving illumination of truth she was hoping for. This was well and truly horrifying. Agatha had glimpsed a truth about the universe, that her situation wasn't any person's fault but instead the most insane turn of bad luck that anybody had ever seen...
She knew, before anything had happened, that the mysterious tape left by her girlfriend would most certainly have a reality-altering regression effect on her. Still, she couldn't even bring herself to look away as it clicked into the VCR and the TV filled with static. Aggy was defeated, the world was more fantastical than she knew and just as she was figuring that out, the video in the player started to play.
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Through the haze of pixilation, the collection of colors and swirls danced on the screen in front of PNO-0023-BAB-1 and the pair of Society researchers pushed away from the bank of monitors, with Aster mock wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Damn good call, we'd have been stuck in the same position she is, just through another screen! How'd you know it was a hypno tape?"
Nichols shook their head, amazed they'd gotten the filter on in time. "I've been waiting on that one for a while. I remember making note of it. We're probably gonna wanna remove that within the week, any other hypno stuff too. It's just gonna be unnecessary after this."
"Ahhh, one of the good ones. Alright, well, I'll requisition a team. In the meantime, we've got at least an hour more of this. Take a break, it's not like she's getting out of there anytime before Eris gets home anyway. Come on, let's go grab a cup of coffee and talk about your next steps here on the team."
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Aggy's attempts to look away or squirm out from under the couch were stymied by the swirling collection of colors and the pulsing imagery on the screen. She was locked in on the tape, not even blinking as her brain absorbed the commands dancing on the screen.
"GO STUPID"
"YOU LOVE YOUR PACI"
"IT FEELS GOOD TO FILL YOUR DIAPEES"
"GOOD BABIES CUM IN THEIR DIAPERS"
"SUCK ON YOUR PACI"
"GO DUMB"
"BABY BRAIN"
"PISS YOUR PANTS"
"PACK YOUR PAMPERS"
"OBEY MOMMY"
"HUMP YOUR TEDDY"
"LET GO"
"LET GO"
"LET GO"
Again and again these messages played with a backing of pulsing music and flashing colors and swirling patterns. Occasionally, a single frame of good boys and girls using their diapers as intended, giving up their adulthood to be dumb babies for caretaker and suckling pacis and bottles would slip in, reinforcing the behavior that Aggy was quickly having written into the folds of her brain.
She stared dumbly at the screen, letting the images wash over her as a little string of drool started to drip from the edge of her mouth and down behind the mouth guard of the pacifier.
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August 5 20(XX) 1800 Hours
Eris trudged toward the door of her apartment, sighing. Since her reassignment, the soldier had found herself missing the action of her regular G.E.O. recon assignments. Sure, she wasn't losing other people to whatever supernatural object The Society sent her after, but she was also shackled to a desk, inputting reports as though it would make a difference.
Instead of getting her fix of thrills out in the field, Eris found herself taking more joy in what waited for her at home. At the end of the apartment building's hall, through the door, her girlfriend Aggy waited. At first, the woman's sudden incontinence seemed odd and for a moment, Eris wondered if she'd accidentally cursed her partner with the lingering energy of a preternatural object. However, as time went on and more and more she'd found Aggy taking up the mantle of diapered brat, she stowed that notion, realizing she was just getting more open about what she'd wanted.
Learning to meet those wants and needs had been some of her favorite moments of the last several weeks. Something about taming Agatha's bratty attitude, deciphering her demands through the strange grunting game of charades she'd been playing, and pushing her into diaper changes and bottle feedings had been fun, with that even replacing some of the more 'challenging' aspects of her job.
As Eris pushed through the front door, she wondered exactly what would be waiting for her today. Agatha always seemed to pull off something impossible in the eight hours she was gone. This time, though, there was no rebar through the ceiling, no scorched portion of the wall. Instead, all Eris heard was a constant collection of frustrated grunts and the low hum of television static.
She followed the noises to a living room where the lumpy, distended shell of her girlfriend's diaper and her legs were displayed on one side of the couch while her bobbing head and wiggling arms stuck out the other.
"MmMMph Nggghhh Uggghhhh."
Eris laughed, thinking that poor Aggy looked more like a salamander stuck beneath a branch than her girlfriend. Across from her, the television buzzed with static; whatever movie she'd been watching had reached its end.
"And just what were you doing while I was gone?" Eris asked, crossing to the front of the couch and bending down to look Aggy in the face. "Did a toy roll under the couch, or did you just think it'd be a fun fort while you watched your movie?"
Out of habit, she reached for Agatha's pacifier, expecting the girl to clamp down on it like she had every time before, to lock her teeth and keep its massive mouth guard pressed tightly to her lips. However, this time, she didn't; there was a little resistance, but the pacifier actually came away, its huge bulb parting her lips as it was pulled out.
Strings of milky, thick drool came with it, an accumulation of spit that seemed phenomenally obscene.
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For weeks now, Agatha had been sucking on that pacifier. The glue kept it locked in place, and for that time, she grunted against it, pulled at it, and was fed through it. When it finally came away from her lips, there was the expectation of relief.
That was before the swirly, brain softening images of the tape made her want to suckle at the teat, made her crave her paci for comfort.
"I wan mah binky back..." she said, speaking the first words she was able to manage in weeks.
Eris's eyes lit up and she held back the binky a little more, keeping it away from her little's flailing reach. "Hold on, tell Mommy how this happened first, then I'll get you a new one. I think your favorite needs a little wash first."
Aggy's lip quivered. She didn't want Mommy to take her binky and her softened mind found it hard to believe a new one would be just as comforting as the one she'd taken all those weeks getting used to.
"Mah... mah ball went under the couch an-an I wen after it *sniff* then I got stuck. Mah stupid diaper was too big to go through..."
"Okay, that makes sense, so how'd the movie get started? What tape did you watch?"
Aggy's emotions swelled in her chest, growing too big for her to handle. A small stream of tears spilled from the corner of her eyes and her breath hitched in her throat. "The... The... The ball, it bounced! It bounced high and hit the picture and then flipped around the roomandwentwooshandthepicturefellandhitthetapeanditflewinclickclickclickthentheTVgotallswirly."
Agatha's words ran together as she started crying, turning into an unintelligible mush as she tried to piece her story together.
"Okay, okay, that's enough, Aggy. Let's get you out from under there and change your diaper."
Agatha sniffled. "An a new paci?" she asked tentatively.
"Of course, baby, a new paci too."
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August 9th 20(XX) 1100 Hours
"Nothing new from the nursery." Nichols reported aloud, "PNO-0023 is in the kitchen, mashing bananas and PNO-0023-BAB is uh, well, she's making good use of that ring stacker in the living room."
Through the screen, Nichols watched as PNO-0023-BAB-1 pulled aside the leak guard of her diaper, using its stretched and used status to her advantage. She pulled it fully to the side, revealing her privates without a care in the world. With zero shame, she pushed the phallic rod of the lewd ringstacker into herself, groaning as it spread her pussy wide.
"She really is like a mouse with an orgasm button, isn't she?" Aster asked, punctuating the question with a laugh.
Nichols shrugged, "I mean, she was masturbating a lot before, too; it's not like there's a lot to do when you're home alone all day."
"There's a difference between sitting on a vibrator three or four times in an eight-hour period while you're home alone and having a shameless multi-hour bacchanal of non-stop coming while your partner mashes bananas for you. Isn't this what the pervs online call a 'goon sesh' at this point?"
"I..." Nichols started, shaking their head and letting it go. It wasn't their responsibility to teach this dude about niche fetish subculture. Instead, they rolled with it, sticking up for PNO-0023-BAB-1, "It's not her fault the hypno tape rewired her brain to a baser, littler personality. PNO-0023 is giving her any either, she's probably a little touch starved."
"Fair point. Soooo, any new precipitating events or marked probability factors?"
"Uh, no, actually. This is the longest period so far without a regression effect. Uh, I think it's calmed down since she 'finished' her transformation."
"Huh," Aster said, "Wonder where we go from here..."
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August 14th 20(XX) 2200 Hours
The nursery was dark and, save for Aggy's gentle snore, completely silent. Her current sleep was deep and dreamless, at least up until the moment when she was stirred from her sleep by the loud creak of the front door opening. Her brain registered the noise, and then she sat up, rubbing her eyes as she started to hear the whispers and giggles that followed it. Somebody was here, just beyond the nursery door and traveling from the foyer to the living room.
"Who—?" she wondered sleepily, pulling herself up in her crib and looking over the edge of the bars. From beneath her door, light danced around shadows. Mommy was home for sure and she'd brought someone home with her. She'd mentioned that she'd be gone after putting Aggy down for the night, but the babyish redhead had no idea where she'd gone...
Aggy focused her ears, trying to pick up what they were saying while also still half gripped in the arms of sleep.
"—shhhhh, you don't wanna—baby—"
"—know you had—what's it like—mommy?"
"That's—quite—she's just—It's fine—should stay sleeping."
The giggling noise of the pair continued traveling through the small home, working its way from the living room over to Mommy's room, which shared a wall with Aggy's new nursery. All that stood between her and the noises was studs and drywall, which gave her a much better listening experience, or maybe it was all the worse.
From her crib, Aggy, formally Agatha, could hear the sounds of passion. Clothes were being ripped away and then tossed against the wall as a soft flutter. Giggles grew louder, only to be silenced by conspiratorial whispers immediately after. Little moans pushed through the wall and mixed with the smacking of kisses.
Aggy's pacifier slipped from her mouth as she let out a whiny hiccup. "Noooooo, she's my Mommy…" she said quietly.
She could whine all she wanted, but she wasn't going to take away Mommy's enjoyment either. Instead, she focused on the sounds. She knew each noise Eris made well and paired them in her mind with images of what she'd done before to illicit such noises.
Agatha remembered gnawing on Eris's earlobe before trailing her tongue down the length of her muscular torso, leaving behind a trail of drool that marked the woman as hers. As the redhead pulled her giant teddy bear plushy between her legs and stuffed it beneath her diaper, she remembered the feeling of Eris's powerful hands guiding her head down, down, down, shoving the redhead's nose against her pubis and bringing her exploring tongue to her pussy. Through the wall, Mommy let out the words Aggy used to hear when she started licking, prodding between the folds of Eris's cunt to make her wet: "That's my good girl." she said, praising this other woman for a job well done, a job that Aggy thought would always be hers.
She started humping her diaper into the bulk of the pillow, driving the soft interior against her privates in an attempt to get off. Back and forth, back and forth, friction and crinkling and the slight creak of the mattress. Aggy had her memories, Aggy had the sounds leaking through the wall that felt so familiar, and Aggy had the pillow beneath her pushing up against her diaper.
"I'm Mommy's good girl," she muttered to herself, "I wanna fuck Mommy. Why does Mommy need her? Mommy has me…"
The despair of being replaced was sooo much for Aggy's littlish brain. She understood to a certain degree why it'd happened, but she didn't want to share Mommy at the same time. She wanted this other woman to go away and for Mommy to touch her that way.
In Aggy's imagination, she saw the way Eris used to tighten her powerful thighs around her head when she got close, keeping Agatha locked in place until she licked her way to bliss for her girlfriend. She remembered looking up at her powerful form from her position between her legs and watching the tall, muscular woman melt when she'd flick justtt the tip of her tongue across her clit.
She could still do that, yet through the wall, somebody else was. Her head bobbed between Eris's legs and worked to bring her to orgasm just as well as Aggy had previously. And instead she was here, humping a glassy-eyed bear.
Eris screamed in the room, her concerns about making too much noise apparently melting away in the throes of orgasm. As she came, Aggy found her bladder giving way, warm urine pouring into her nighttime padding as she humped away, craving even a fraction of that pleasure as she listened to another woman please Mommy Eris.
Aggy wanted to share in that experience, even if it was just tangentially.
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August 15th 20(XX) 0700 Hours
"Shit, " Aster said, rewatching the feed from the previous night, "that's dark."
Nichols nodded in agreement, clicking away from PNO-0023-BAB-1's desperation.
The head researcher shrugged, changing the subject, something he'd proven to be really good at. "Sooo do we think this new girl is going to be coming back?"
"Well, she's leaving now... Wait, is that? holy fuck there's a bulge in her tights. Uhhh, Boss, I think PNO-0023 kick-started her incontinence already..."
Aster's eyes lit up, his face cracking into a wide smile. "Already!? It took more than a month for PNO-0023-BAB-1 to succumb. Maybe her instincts as a PNO are kicking in. Maybe her powers grow with more regressed people beneath her."
"Righhtt," Nichols said, nodding along, "It's the worshipper effect, butttt if her powers expanded by that much with just PNO-0023-BAB-1 regressed... her aura, her power could grow exponentially with more..."
"Hmmmm, true true." Aster said, "I wonder if turning the city into a test case would be worth it..."
"Sir!" Nichols exclaimed.
"Ahhhh you're right, alright. Put PNO-0023 back on her detail as a G.E.O. and get her superior officer to discourage further relationships.
"What about PNO-0023-BAB-1? Should we remove her from the apartment to mitigate the spread of the aura?"
Aster shrugged. "Naw, leave her be. It'll be more traumatizing to house her and get amnestics going. We'll continue to monitor. In the meantime, let's get you off this stupid camera array and over to probability testing. I think it's time to get you some more hands-on experience.