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Last in pool
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Last in pool
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Last in pool
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Last in pool
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Late night, car ride. For once in probably years, you're on the backseat as your father drives. You're both quite drained from this little trip to the neighbouring state, you drove the first half, and now it's your time to relax for the rest of the path. It's a funny feeling, really, you almost forgot how... different the movements of the car feels back there. The curves, the little bumps and breaks... it's quite soothing, even. Makes you feel as if you were small again, just a little cub, looking at the rapid passing trees and street lights for what feels like a never ending trip in the time perspective of a child. You look at the passing trees, your mouth forming a lil' smile, and your eyelids coming to a close. You feel a sense of vertigo, and a quick cold in your belly slowly makes you wake up. You'd sometimes feel this when the car suddenly but smoothly passed on a medium-short road declive at just the right speed and momentum. It's an oddly pleasing weird feeling. You open your eyes, expecting to see the familiar scenery of your neighbourhood considering how long you feel you've been sleeping, but... you are lying on your back? And facing the backseat? You look at the window to your side. The scenery is still the same sparcely illuminated road passing through a nature-filled inter-city area, the same area you were at before you fell into a deep sleep earlier. You turn your head around, looking at your father, and, trying to keep your cool, asking if anything is looking off. He doesn't answer, instead, he just glances at you with his eyes without stopping his muzzle from aiming at the road ahead, and upon giving a quick look at you, he simply gives a simple, lovey-dovey smile... the same smile folks give when they see a child act in a very cute manner. You ask why he's smiling, but still no answer. He turns his eyes back to the road, with a relaxed expression and reinvigorated attention. You feel he isn't ignoring you, but rather... he can't understand you? You try to reach to him with your paw, but you feel a tug on your shoulder, it's a type of seating belt, which leads to.. a lock on your chest, which is connected to multiple other belts around you. You're in a car seat. A fully grown adult, in a car seat for newborn babies, somehow without it breaking under your weight. You'd think its resilience would be the weirdest thing so far, but no, it's your uncanny comfort despite clearly not fitting inside it, as if you belonged in this very place. You blush, and start feeling excited and nervous, trying to ignore the clear strong magenta diaper stuck to your groin... you cope, thinking this is a bullshit dream, and you thug at the carseat seatbelt lock. It doens't budge, you thugh harder, again and again until, suddenly, the view out the windows starts going the opposite way. You now recall you were supposed to be already getting home by now, but the car is still somehow at the same location running at full speed. You turn your head back to see the front of the car. The road ahead is going away from you alright. You didn't even feel it, no inertia, no noise, just a sudden binary flip from forwards to backwards motion in an instant. You take it as evidence this is a dream, and you're about to thugh on your seatbelt lock again but the moment you touch it, your tummy begins to rumble, and in an instant, you being to shit yourself. A lot. You try to hold it but it just makes you relieve yourself even more, you try crossing your legs, you try putting your paws on your diaper... but all you accomplish is making more of a mess, and a fool of yourself. You also accidentally touched the seatbelt again, this time with your arms, which forced you to mess faster, and lose your age as the seconds pass by. you cannot describe the feeling, only that it is feels insanely strange, but not bad. It feels better than before actually... and you feel compelled to touch the seatbelt lock again, your brain immediately conditioning good feelings to the lock. You touch the lock, and rub your hand on it. You get all the more younger the more you rub the lock, feeling better, crazier, comfier and cuter... until you are nothing but a newborn in a dire need of a change. You can no longer see anything but the car seat ahead of your, or the car ceiling. Your peripheral vision consisting of only your diaper. You squirm around a bit, feeling all of your diaper around you, your own self-made mattress covering every inch of the carseat you are trapped to... your diaper squishing itself against the now tight seatbelts... You finallly stop regressing and messing. Suddenly you no longer care if it's a dream or not.. You actually wish this is reality, to stay in it, to stay a hyper mushy newborn baby. You rub the lock, the car moves forward again, and you droll, sucking your thumb just waiting to see how your life will be now. You should be home anytime soon now. You almost close your regressed eyelids while rubbing the seatbelt lock when your father coughs and opens the windows, clearly noticing the sudden smell. He jokingly mentions how much of a stinker you are, and speaks how sometimes he wishes your diapers would just clean themselves up. You're still rubbing the lock. The car moves backwards. You beging to endlessly shit yourself again, this time faster and faster as time goes. Your diaper rapidly grows to accomodate all that, and each time it gets full enough to turn itself into a perfectly smooth sphere, it instantly shrinks and compresses itself down a few centimeters and makes the compressed mush disappear into nothingness. You're too taken by surprise to process the situation fast enough. By the time 10 seconds have passed since the car moved backwards it was too late, you can no longer get your brain power to focusing on words to wish a stop to this, all you can think is how good it feels, how cute you must be, how your mommy and daddy will cuddle and feed you as you keep pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing.... as you droll with a wide dumb smile. Maybe if you get a stimuli that isn't looking at the car ceilling you will recover some of your grown up focus again... At some point, the car moves forward, but you still keep on filling your diaper without an end in sight. Your father no longer acknowledges the smell, or the size of your diaper. They glance at you and only see a regular, normal newborn baby in size 1 XXXXL special odorless age-stagnant permanent diapers. "They stay young so fast <3", he remarks. |
