Just a quick one.
Now, on with the show:
“I hate these things.
Why the hell do you even want to be here?”
“Jamima, this is our beautiful city’s fair!
Why don’t you try to unwind and not be such an ass?”
Jamima looked at her friend and scowled, “This isn’t a fair, it’s just one of those traveling wade shows hired by the city to fleece idiots.”
As she was talking, a man painted as a clown was coming right at her, holding balloons.
“These things are run by criminals anyways.”
The man stopped and turned to her.
“Aw, does the young lady need to be cheered up?”
Jamima looked down her nose as he offered her a balloon.
“Do I look some like some of child?
Take that balloon and stick it up your-”
But the clown cut her off, “Not a child, just a cranky little baby that probably needs a diaper change and a nap.”
She angrily pointed her finger at the man, “At least I’m not some freak walking around in bright pink polka dots and trying to sell a bunch of balloons to idiots!”
She started to angrily turn away, but before she could lower her hand he looped a string attached to a balloon around her wrist.
“Oh… Well have one on the house then!” Jamima felt like screaming, but the clown turned and quickly disappeared into the mass of people and was gone.
Jamima tried to find his balloons above the crowd, but even they weren’t in sight.
“Jamima, let’s just go, that guy really freaks me out.”
“Tarnia, we aren’t leaving till I can stick this damn thing up his ass! Let’s go find him.”
Tarnia tried to get her to stop, but she could barely keep up as Jamima started pushing her way through the crowd.
If it wasn’t for the bright red balloon floating above her friend she would have quickly lost her.
Finally she saw the balloon stop and float calmly in place.
Tarnia pushed her way past one last couple and saw Jamima standing alone looking over towards the right side of the fair.
“Jamima, what are you doing?
You’ll never find him, just pull that thing off and let’s go home.
Who cares what some tard in a clown suit said?”
Jamima looked at her friend and scowled.
“You don’t have to help, you can go back to the stage area and I’ll come back when I’m done here.”
Tarnia looked at her, and the scowl on her face.
She couldn’t think of anything to say, she dropped her gaze to the ground and saw a crumpled dollar bill laying on the ground between them.
She squatted down and picked it up, before she stood she took a quick peak at the bill and noticed it wasn’t just a dollar, it was a ten spot.
“Jamima, check it out! Looks like we’re eating good today.”
Jamima looked down at her, “What?”
Tarnia started to stand, “I said, I found a-”, but she stopped, her face was even with Jamima’s waist and she was looking at something odd peeking out over the top of her jeans. “Um… Jamima?”
“What?”
she looked down at her friend and saw her staring at her stomach.
“You go gay on me all of a sudden Tarnia?”
Tarnia slowly stood and stepped back, “Jamima… I think you need to look at it yourself.”
Jamima looked down, expecting to see a stain, or a tear, but instead she saw a belt of white plastic circling her waist.
Exposing more plastic, and what looked like wide tapes holding everything together on either side. “It’s a-”
“Diaper!” Tarnia put her hands to her face, “Why the hell are you wearing a diaper?”
Tarnia stepped farther away from her friend,
“Oh shit, that clown did this! You’ve got to find him and apologize!”
But Jamima wasn’t listening,
“Hey! What are you two doing over there?”
Jamima and Tarnia looked over and saw a police officer trying to walk towards them.
“Let’s get the hell out of here, I’m not going to jail in a diaper.”
The two girls ran the opposite direction of the approaching cop, the crowd seemed to part for them, and then close tightly around the officer.
They quickly put plenty of distance behind them and stopped again.
Tarnia sat down on a bench and started to catch her breath, while Jamima tried to pull her shirt down and tuck it into her pants.
Tarnia finally felt like she could talk, “Hiding it now? Just take it off.”
“I’m not going to take a diaper off in front of so many people again, I was stupid last time.
We need to get back home, or find a porta potty.”
Tarnia just shook her head, stood up and stretched,
“Well at least you could take that stupid balloon off now.”
Jamima looked at her wrist where the balloon was tied on.
She grabbed the loop, but it was tied tight.
When she tried to pull it off over her hand it wouldn’t fit over.
“Dam, it’s stuck on tight, you have anything I can use to cut this off?”
Tarnia opened her purse and searched through it.
“Nothing, we just went to a concert a few days ago, and I had to take everything that could be used as a weapon out.
What about your purse?”
Jamima twisted around and grabbed the purse slung over her shoulder.
She unzipped it, took a quick look and suddenly stopped.
Tarnia saw a look of disgust cross her face, then she threw the purse as far away as she could.
Tarnia watched confused, “What the hell was that about?”
“That wasn’t my purse, that dam clown must have switched it somehow.”
Tarnia looked over towards where the purse lay.
“It looks like your purse to me.
It even has that patch we ironed on it a few weeks ago.”
“Whatever, it’s not my purse anymore.
Let’s get out of here, I want out of this diaper.”
Tarnia just hunched her shoulders and started walking away with Jamima.
They made it about 30 feet away when they heard a female voice calling out to them. “Excuse me, young ladies!”
They both turned and saw a woman only feet away, carrying the discarded purse.
She walked right up to Tarnia. “I think you dropped this.”
“Oh… Um, no. It’s not mine. ” But the lady didn’t listen, she draped the strap from the purse over her shoulder and gave a cheerful wave as she walked away.
“Weird Jamima, what’s the deal? Why did you throw-”
Then she stopped talking as she looked into the purse and saw what looked like, “More diapers? Why the hell is your purse full of diapers?”
Jamima angrily grabbed the purse and zipped it closed.
“I don’t know. But I don’t want to stick around any longer to find out. Let’s get moving.”
“What about your purse?”
Jamima tossed in into her arms, “Bring it, I don’t care, let’s just get going.”
They started speed walking back home as fast as they could through the crowd.
Tarnia followed Jamima and let her set the pace and the direction they went.
After several minutes they were more than halfway through the fair.
Tarnia tried to keep looking ahead, but her eyes kept going down to her friends butt.
She didn’t know for sure, but it looked like her pants and shirt had changed.
And the bulge of the diaper underneath seemed to be more pronounced.
As they walked it looked like Jamima’s gate was changing to more of a waddle.
Tarnia hoped she was wrong, but she just couldn’t be sure. “Jamima! Please, we gotta stop.
I need to let my legs rest for a few minutes. Please!”
Jamima stopped and turned to Tarnia, “Fine.”
She pointed over behind a concession stand at a low bench. “Over there.”
Tarnia followed her waddling friend and sat down when she reached the bench.
She let her legs dangle lazily below her, but Jamima kept standing. “Jamima, sit down for a few minutes.”
“No, not till this f-ing diaper is off!” She glanced around and tried to see if there were any porta potty’s around.
“Dammit! Don’t they any places to take a piss around here?”
Tarnia didn’t answer, she watched as her friend seemed to grow more frantic.
“This is bullshit. I want this thing off Now!”
As Jamima almost yelled “now” Tarnia watched her bend her knees in together.
She thought it looked odd for her to be standing like that. “Jamima? Is there a problem?”
Jamima seemed to get angry.
She stepped closer and almost thrust her diapered crotch into Tarnia’s face.
She dropped her voice to almost a whisper and spoke, “Yeah, I’m in a dam diaper! I’d say that’s a problem.
And it’s starting to make me sweat too!”
Tarnia started to lean away from her friend, but a strange smell hit her nose.
Instead she leaned forward, and took a whiff. “Oh shit.” she thought, “That smells like piss!”
She reached out and with a motion learned for years of baby sitting touched and squeezed the diaper.
Jamima jumped back, “What the hell Tarnia?”
“Jamima, we’ve got a problem.
I don’t think you’re sweating, I think-”
But Jamima angrily cut her off, “I think you’re the one with the problem!
What the hell do you think you’re doing!”
“Jamima, keep your voice down!
I was just checking and I think-”
Jamima put her hands up, and a look of surprise crossed her face, “You were checking my-.” she stopped herself in time.
“You sick bitch. Do you really think I’d USE this dam thing?”
She started stepping backwards away from Tarnia.
When she felt a strong arm around her waist.
A mature female voice sounded from behind her.
“Woah there little lady.
You’ve got to be careful when you’re walking in a crowd.”
Jamima looked up at her, ready to tear her a new asshole when she felt something slipped into her mouth.
“There we go.
A nice pacifier to keep you calm.”
Tarnia looked on as the lady clipped it to Jamima’s shirt.
The lady noticed Tarnia watching, “Are you her babysitter?”
Tarnia just kind of nodded her head as Jamima turned to stare at her, she had already spit out the pacifier and was trying to remove the clip holding it to her shirt.
“Well I think you should keep a closer eye on her, she could have got hurt.”
Jamima grew more angry as the woman talked about her as if she couldn’t understand what was being said.
She pointed her finger at the woman.
“She’s not watching me, we were looking for a porta potty or something so we could use the bathroom!”
The woman knelt in front of her and smiled, “Well, I just happen to work this show, and I know right where there’s several.”
Then as she went to get up she said a quiet, “Opps, looks like you couldn’t wait huh? Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Jamima looked down at herself in disbelief, she followed the woman’s gaze and could see two dark crescents on either side of her crotch.
“No, I didn’t…” she stammered, “I didn’t pee my… pants.”
The woman looked back at Tarnia as she grabbed Jamima’s hand.
“I don’t think that small bag has a new change of clothes, why don’t we take a walk and I’ll loan her a pair of dry pants, you can bring them back later.”
Tarnia looked at Jamima, and got a sheepish nod in return.
“Sure, I guess that’s okay.”
She walked up to them and followed as they walked back into the center of the fair.
They came to an area that was roped off from the public, and quickly slipped beneath them.
They weaved between trailers and finally came to a stop in front of a rather drab looking stainless steel “Comet”.
The woman still had Jamima’s hand in her own and turned to look at Tarnia.
“There’s not a lot of room in there, why don’t you wait out here, and we’ll be right out. Okay?”
Tarnia looked at Jamima, but she seemed defeated, the sodden diaper between her legs was bulging to one side of her pants, and leaking even more on that side.
“I guess. See you in a few Jamima.”
Jamima turned and looked at her friend as the door closed behind her.
Then she looked down and stared at the floor.
The woman’s trailer smelled nice.
And it made her feel a little bit better.
The woman took a few steps away, then came back with a moist towel.
“Let’s get those wet pants off you, and then we can get you dry and ready to go home.” she reached over and started to unbutton Jamima’s pants.
Jamima made a weak grab at her hands and stopped her.
“Please, I can do it myself.”
“Oh, no problem. I just wanted to help.
Go ahead sweetie.”
She spread her legs a bit and looked at the wet diaper hanging between her legs.
She had seen adult diapers and knew that this one looked nothing like them.
It looked just like the diapers she changed when she baby sat. ”
I can’t believe I actually used this thing.” she whispered.
The sudden cool air on her wet vagina made Jamima blush, “Hey, I could have done that! Can I have some privacy please?!”
“Why? You don’t have anything I’ve never seen before.
Just relax so we can get this over with faster.”
She handed the wet towel to Jamima,
“Here, you can wipe yourself Miss big girl.”
Jamima took the towel and wiped the cool pee off with quick rough movement.
She wanted it gone as fast as possible.
She looked up to hand the towel back and saw a folded piece of white plastic in the woman’s hands.
“Is that a diaper? I don’t need diapers. Just give me the pants.”
“You don’t need diapers?
Then why did I just see you in a wet one?
If you’re wearing something of mine I’m not going to have you ruin it!”
Jamima started to wrap the towel around her waist.
“Fine, I’ll just wear this out.”
The lady sighed and grabbed the pacifier hanging off Jamima’s shirt, and stuck it in her mouth again.
“I guess baby needs her paci to calm down again?”
Jamima spit it out almost immediately, but the woman grabbed it again, and this time held it in place for a few seconds.
Jamima tried to spit it out, she grabbed at the hand holding it in her mouth, but she wasn’t strong enough to budge it.
She started to pull away with her body.
The woman just smiled and cooed at her gently.
Then Jamima felt her anger slipping away.