The Curse of Middleton High

Chapter 2
Lovebirds

Chapter Description: A couple of teenage hooligans look for a place to mess around, and disregard dangerous rumors.

Chapter 2 - Lovebirds

  Two students, Matt and Mary, snuck out of class as they usually did. They were beginning their daily ritual upon meeting up at school: smoke behind of the bus garage with their friends, disregard any authority that crosses their path, publicly display their affection all across campus. Their equal and opposite figures familiar to everyone at Middleton. Matt’s skinny and short frame covered in an outfit that may as well have been sponsored by Hot Topic constantly contrasted by Mary’s tall and muscular build that was often contained by her modest workout clothes, especially during their routine make-out sessions. Recently though, they had both grown bored of simple smooching in the public spaces. They desired more intensity, more feeling, more satisfaction. And then they heard the rumor.

  The most recent rumor floating around Middleton High was that the third floor bathrooms were cursed. If you entered the men’s room, you never left. And if you entered the women’s, to wouldn’t leave the same. Neither of them believed the rumor to be true, but both realized that there would be little to no other students or staff up there. So I’m the transition between first and second period, they made their way upstairs.

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  The two had no problems making it to the bathrooms, the hallways being almost completely empty, but ran into a minor problem at the bathrooms in the form of a single student scribbling something into the door.

  “What’s he doing?” Mary thought out loud.

  “Maybe trying to tag the door? Lame ass place to tag...” Matt said, looking around the desolate hallway. After a few minutes, the student looked over his shoulder, picked up his backpack, and left. The couple approached the door with a bit of curious hesitation, and were greeted with a bizarre symbol on the door. It was a mess of curved lines and circles, a couple objects seeming to hide in the lines but were near impossible to make out

  “Some hippie shit, or just nonsense?” Matt said, trying to wipe it off the door and found that some of it was carved into it.

  “Is that a hat carved into it?” Mary asked, pointing to a shape composed of a circle with a line at the top with a parabola.

  “Whatever that dork carved into the door, it doesn’t affect us. Let’s get in their and get to what we came for...” Matt said, pulling Mary by her collar into the women’s bathroom with him. The door slowly shut behind them, and as they shared a kiss to start the action, the lights went out and they both felt a heavy shock hit their systems.

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  When the lights turned back on, both teens felt slightly off. Their clothes felt weird, their muscles ached, and they were both exhausted.

  “What...the h-hell...was THAT?” Matt said between gasps for air, as he sat on the linoleum tile and leaned back.

  “I don’t know...but it sure shocked the shit out of me” Mary wasn’t as winded, but was still surprised that one of the school’s top track stars was so out of breath after what was assumedly nothing.

  “Well...if we both need to rest...why don’t we *Yawn*...cuddle?” Matt said, attempting to be flirty while out of breath. He patted the towel that was laid out on the ground, neither of them recalled laying it out but both knew it was one of Mary’s.

  “Sure, we could do that. It’s not too hot in here, but maybe we *Yawn* could warm it...up” Mary felt herself getting more tired than exhausted at this point, slowly struggling to keep her eyes open. She shuffled over the towel to lean against the wall as Matt followed and leaned on her, both of them resting their back on the wall.

  “Wasn’t this wall, like, tile or something? Why is it...so soft?” Mary asked

  Matt took out his pacifier. “ I dunno...I wasn’t lookin’ at the walls when we came ‘n here” and popped it back in before going back to resting against Mary’s body. Mary chose not to question it and continued the couple’s sleepy cuddle. Matt shivered and whined, just as Mary noticed another one of her blankets that was poking out of the bag. She leaned over to grab it, accepting that she would have Matt whining a bit more until she returned, and found it was a thicker wool blanket than the one that was underneath them. She returned with the blanket and pushed the almost asleep Matt back up to her chest as she started to wrap the both of them in her blanket. Matt was immediately out, softly snoring and curling up into Mary, as she wrapped her arms around him. That is, until she felt a wet spot on her overalls. She peeked below the blankets and sure enough, Matt had drooled on the bib of her overalls! Again! She got a bit upset, and lost it almost immediately upon looking at the culprit. She wrapped herself around her boyfriend, his fleece onesie acceptably soft for the both of them. 

  Mary felt like she was forgetting something, that something was wrong. Her tired mind was kept awake by the annoyance of her forgetting something, especially since she couldn’t remember what. She was about to start whining in response until she saw what she assumed was the problem: her pacifier, hanging off its clip just outside of their blanket mound. She shuffled around to free her arm and nab the pacifier, popping it into her mouth and giving a few victory sucks before returning to the cuddle. 

  She felt the seat of her boyfriend’s onesie warm up, and giggled.  It was always so funny watching him go potty; He’d scrunch up his face, squat down, grab his knees. He couldn’t in their cuddle, but his body tried to and instead grabbed on to Mary as she could feel his onesie expand out at the bottom. It was funny to see it happen, but she’d settle for just feeling it. She’d have to bring him to get changed later, as the more mature one. She was the one wearing pull-ups, after all. That’s why she got overalls, and babies like Matt wore onesies! She gave Matt’s messy bottom a playful slap before fading slowly closing her eyes, falling asleep within their blanket mound.

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  “Well, well, well!” What do we have here?” An older female voice called out to the two. Mary woke to see one of the hall monitors above them, her arms crossed as she held a weird shape in one of her hands.

  “Just what did you two think you were doing in here?” She asked, clearly not expecting an answer.

  “Wha?” Mary asked, pacifier barely hanging in her mouth as she brushed the sleep from her eye.

  The woman sighed, grabbed Mary’s bag, and dropped it on the floor in front of the blanket they were resting on.

  “Open up! Open it up!” She said, pointing to the blanket covering the couple. Mary sleepily moved the blanket off and shivered as she readjusted to room temperature.

  “Ah-ha! I knew it!” The woman said as she moved over to Matt and knelt down. “I could tell one of you needed a change. I think we found our culprit!” She said, gesturing to Matt’s light blue onesie and the sagging bulge coming from the back of it.

  “Mmm” Mary sleepily nodded, pacifier back in her mouth and barely paying attention.

  “I’ll just use this blanket as a changing mat. Stand up and move off so I can get him in the middle!” She put her hands under Mary’s armpits and rose her to her feet, her sneakers squeaking against the tile as she shuffled in place. As she watched this woman pop the snaps on her boyfriends onesie and reveal his loaded diaper, Mary was forced to face an uncomfortable truth. The thickness in her pants, the wetness between her legs, all of it pointed to one thing: She wet herself in her sleep. She shuffled in place while struggling to deal with her current situation. She looked to her boyfriend, getting his diaper changed and just waking up. He was wiping his eye with one hand, and stretching with the other. His pacifier fell out of his mouth and landed on the blanket. Mary crouched down to grab the pacifier and give it back to him.

  “Oh, Mary! Really?!” The woman sounded upset.

  “W-wha?”

  “The stalls right there! I know it’s not a training potty, but it’s still a toilet! You should be going potty there, and not in your pants!” She said, pointing at the stalls before pointing at Mary’s overalls. Mary followed her finger, and realized that she was still crouched.

  She got at most a second of warning.

  “Hmmmm! Ahh! N-nuuu!” Mary strained, holding her bottom and inching her way to the stall before she felt the floodgates break.

  *BRAAAAAPP!* *BLLLLRRRTT!*

  Mary’s face was beet red as she thoroughly messed her pull-up. She slowly stood up as she finished, flinching as a final fart left her bottom as she started to tear up. As the tears started to fall from her eyes, she felt a familiar shape press into her legs. Looking down and seeing her boyfriend, she flopped onto him and cried while wrapping herself around him for support. He clumsily patted her head as she continued to cry, the woman sighing before moving closer to the two of them. She put her hand on Mary’s back and started to rub her back in an attempt to soothe her. Mary’s tears turned to sniffles in less than a minute.

  “Well kiddo, rules are rules. You took a dump in your pull-ups, you have to wear a diaper now. Let’s get these dirty clothes off...” she said as she guided Mary back to the blanket standing her above tile before unbuttoning her overalls. Mary’s pull-up drooped between her legs, the majority of her overalls completely ruined by her accident. Both were removed, leaving Mary in just her short white shirt adorned with butterflies before being wiped down. As a diaper was laid out of the blanket, Mary sniffled just a bit harder. The woman guided Mary to lay down on it, the girl slowly working back up to crying.

  “It’s okay, everyone has accidents. A little bit of diaper time doesn’t make you a baby” The woman consoled Mary while trying to hide her boredom. Once the threat of Mary’s tears was quelled, the diaper was taped around her waist and she was left to herself as the woman tied the plastic bags with her pull-up and overalls in them. Laying on her back, hands resting on her stomach. She looked over to Matt, who was sucking on his thumb as he watched the woman clean up.

She thought of how easy he had it; failing potty training meant that everything was done for him. He got fed by someone else, clothed by someone else, changed by someone else. He didn’t have to worry about the potty, there was no guilt when he pooped his pants. He got a diaper change, nice words, and then went back to playing.

  And he seemed happy.

  Mary was never too good at keeping her pants dry, she’d be demoted to diapers at least once a month even though she’d try her hardest to go in the potty! It wasn’t fair! 

  But she thought about it a bit, and found that nothing she got from being “mature” made her happy. There was barely any difference between the two, really. She just had expectations. And she was sick of it. She rose from the blanket, moving to her knees and then to a crouch. She felt her stomach grumble, apparently not having fully let go when she relieved herself earlier, and weighed her options in her head. She looked to Matt, and grabbed her knees before pushing as hard as she could. Her bare feet clenching the blanket between her toes, her face went red, she started sweating. The woman turned around just in time to see Mary fill her diaper.

  *FLLLBRBT!**BRAALP!**FRRT!*

  “Phew, that’s stinky. Didn’t I just change you, mud-butt?” She set the bag with two dirty diapers down, and moved back to the diaper bag at the front of the blanket.

  Mary flopped onto her back, and lazily put her thumb into her mouth.

  And Mary was content.