Quantum Jennifer

Chapter 1
The experimental treatment

Chapter Description: Jenny experiences things she hasn't experienced before.

“With any luck, Ms. Smith, this operation will turn you into a quantum receptor,” said the professor.

“But why me, doctor?” said Jenny Smith, aged 26 and studying for her thesis in quantum interactions, “I can’t be all that emotionally stable compared to the other subjects who volunteered. I can think of several off the top of my head that seem to be a more proper fit for your experiments.”

“Ah, but Jenny, you’re the one who has the most knowledge out of the group concerning quanta. I have full faith that if something comes up, you’ll figure out how to cope with whatever you discover as you journey into the realms of what is and what could be” assured professor Jankowski.

“Well, it’s true that I’ve made some leaps and bounds concerning Einstein’s original equations…”

“Indeed you have! I can’t wait to read your latest thesis that you’re working on. Now, I’m going to administer the muscle relaxant. We need you to be in a receptive mood when the quantum bridge is activated.”

Jenny laid on the table and let the drugs do their work. She hadn’t been this relaxed since she imbibed with her sorority sisters. The professor activated his quantum bridge, making her brain pathways work in subtle, yet logical connections. She began to have a waking dream of herself as a child playing with plastic toys on a playground in a large city park.

She could physically feel the large, bright orange shovel and smell the damp moldiness of the soil as she scooped it into her bucket and packed it tight with her other hand. The warmth of the sun’s rays beat down on her and penetrated the pastel pink play shirt on her back. She put the shovel down and carefully turned the bucket of packed sand over between her legs and felt a bulky, soft plastic diaper as it pushed up against her thighs.

“Wait a minute,” thought Jenny, “I was never conscious of my underwear at this age. Are the quantum connections being made allow me to explore my past experiences more vividly or is this just my imagination adding to my recollection?”

She decided to experiment a little. As the past Jenny pulled the bucket off the packed mound of sand, she concentrated and began to wet her diaper. As she felt a small trickle of warmth slowly spread against her skin, her diaper caught it and absorbed it. While the feeling of warmth was comforting somehow, big jenny hoped that she wasn’t peeing herself in the real world.

That thought broke through her reverie of simpler times and urgently demanded that she wake up to check on the big person in the laboratory and verify that she hadn’t. The little girl smiled innocently showing a gap in her teeth where an incisor would eventually grow and brushed the thought away as easily as pushing away a fly that had become too inquisitive. She gathered up more of the moist sand with her shovel and placed it in the bucket as the pee stream trickled off.

Jenny’s mommy came over and picked her up. Jenny was enjoying her time in the sandbox and didn’t want to stop. She protested and demanded “Down, Down!” as well as attempted to squirm out of her mommy’s arms. Her mother was ready for this and presented a sippy cup full of apple juice to her. The Juice caught her full attention and she held the cup with both hands as she drank it all down greedily.

She was carried to where a plastic mat was spread out on the grass next to a park bench. Her mother laid her down and proceeded to undo the plastic tabs on her soggy diaper. Big Jenny knew that she had no recollection of this and watched through little Jenny’s eyes feeling the sensations of the mat, the warm breeze that rustled the leaves on the trees nearby, and the coolness caused by the opening of her diaper exposing her lower half to it.

A slight smell of pee and baby powder wafted up to her nostrils for a scant second before the breeze carried it away. “It’s all so real,” she marveled. Her mother pulled the diaper away from her body while holding her legs in the air by her tiny ankles before setting her back down on a freshly unfolded one and wiping the wetness down there with a cold, damp baby wipe.

Big Jenny enjoyed the treatment, wondered if her younger self was mistaking the changing as a form of affection, and got the sudden urge to put her thumb into her mouth. Little Jenny sucked on her finger slowly and rhythmically as her mother powdered her tush, then pulled the new bulkier one up around her waist and finished her change by fastening the tabs on its landing zone.

“Do you want to play in the sand more, honey?” asked her mother as she stood her daughter up on shaky legs that were pushed further apart by the bulk of what she was wearing between her legs. Little Jenny nodded her head up and down and turned around quickly almost falling in the process before righting herself and waddled over to the sandbox.

Jenny sat back down at her sand-pile and patted it flat with her hands. She was having a fun time in the sandbox and wanted to make another bucket-shaped pile of sand. Big Jenny wondered why her mother had put a thicker diaper on her. She did enjoy the extra softness, however, and patiently watched Little Jenny as she continued to fill her plastic bucket with more moist sand.