An oopsie of the highest order

Chapter 1
An oopise of the highest order

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Chapter Description: Be careful when playing with magic

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*Told in first and third person*

As I write this entry I wonder if I may have been a tad impulsive. I didn’t intend any harm, it was just supposed to be something to help a friend.

I should have remembered the old saying ‘The path to hell is paved with good intentions’. However this isn’t hell, far from it, it’s just different, very different.

But it’s still a mistake.

When we are children we long to be grown up, we think that being grown up will mean freedom from restrictions and responsibilities. Sounds good on paper, really it does.

But the reality is something else entirely. When we grow up our freedom is even more restricted by laws and rules, by the need to work and earn money. So we end up trading the blissful ignorance and innocence of our youth for the restrictions and misery of our adulthood.

No wonder some people say we should savour our youth, it truly is gone before you know it.

Cue an example.

If swearing could be considered a language of it’s own then Francis Keeper had the language down perfectly.

“She still fuming with the printer?” A nod in reply, followed by another loud string of swear words. “A daily battle”

“Aye” Faith Hope, her parents had been a tad too religious to say the least and had given her that name when she was born because they thought it would make her divine, all it did was make her a target for idiots later in life who made fun of her name, tunes out her friend’s swearing and hopes that Francis will calm down.

The swearing continued.

“It’s a machine, nothing more” Faith comments later during their lunch break. She and Francis were having lunch at a small café just across the road from their work place, a global business that worked in conjunction with diplomatic requests and other international issues.

It wasn’t the greatest job in the world but at least it paid the bills.

“That bloody thing is the bane of my life, my arch-nemesis! All I wanted it to do was print out a memo and it kept eating the paper!” Francis snarls after a bite of her sandwich.

“You’re too heavy handed with it” A few co-workers entered the café, sitting down at a table while a waitress when over to take their order.

“I’ll go sledge hammer on it if it screws with me again”

“Calm down”

“It works with you though!”

“Because I’m gentle with it”

“Why? Did you give it a peep show or something?”

“No, I’m just gentle” She knew she wouldn’t win this argument, for the past five years since she and Francis had both started working here Francis was always having problems with the machines at work, she couldn’t even get a paperclip to work with her.

“I can be gentle”

“Sure you can. Since you’re so stressed out then how about doing something gentle later? Like maybe your thing”

“Why do we have to call it ‘my thing’? Makes it sound like it’s filthy” Faith slides a hand into her handbag and takes out a baby dummy.

“Because in the eyes of many it is, they fear what they refuse to understand. You need to relax”

“I’ll relax when work doesn’t stress me out” Faith takes out a small vial and uncorks it, nothing is seen but after a minute she corks the vial and hands Francis the dummy.

“Safe now, go ahead and suck on it, calm down” Francis takes the dummy and pops it into her mouth, a calm expression appears in her eyes and she looks more relaxed as she suckles away at it.

“Better?” Faith asks. Francis nods, Faith places the vial back in her hand bag.

In the vial was a small compound that I had made from an old book of magic spells she had found tucked away in her grandmother’s house. Inside were spells for all kinds of things and one in particular had caught Faith’s eye, it was a spell that if made into a gas could be inhaled, once inhaled it masked anything that people would find too unsettling, harmless things only though.

I used this gas to help her friend Francis with her thing, Francis is what could be defined as an adult baby, but due to society’s views on anything they refuse to understand then she tends to find herself unable to do what relaxes her.

So I came up with a plan, by using the spell I could mask Francis’s relaxation during work, anyone who inhaled the gas would just think that Francis was being quiet when she was really suckling away on a dummy or playing with a toy. Wearing a nappy, baby clothes and more would be too risky, but a dummy and a toy could be easily masked.

After their lunch break they return to work, Francis reluctantly having to endure without her dummy to calm her.

So it was another few hours of heavy swearing as Francis once again had another battle with the printer.

That night: Faith wondered, yet again, if those who made adult sized nappies actually wore them to make sure that they fit just right, because Francis wasn’t having a lot of luck getting her adult sized disposable to fit just right no matter what.

“A cloth nappy then?” Francis shakes her head as she tries once again to stop the one tape from popping whenever she moved, finally she succeeded.

“Damn tapes. Are you sure about staying in? You’ve had a stressful time as well” Faith pops in a DVD, an animated movie that she and Francis enjoyed, and indicates for Francis to sit down.

“I’m sure. Nights out aren’t fun when the binge drinkers are out in force, besides a quiet night in caring for a friend sounds better than watching some prat barely old to drink puke their guts out” Her thickly padded backside crinkling away as she waddles, due to the thickness of her nappy, Francis sits down and cuddles her soft toy, a worn and patchwork looking cuddly kitten toy.

Faith pops a dummy into Francis’s mouth and they settle down to watch the movie, Faith patting her friend’s nappy at points.

Me and Francis live together as flat mates, they have been friends since they were both babies and they had managed to keep their friendship strong while growing up.

When I had learned of my friend’s needs I had found it unusual at first, but after researching and taking the time to understand, as well as learning why my friend loved to wear nappies, be babied and more, I found that I enjoyed being there for my friend at times.

And I liked the maternal feeling it gave me, I hoped that I would be a parent one day if I ever found the right man I wanted to spend her life with, if I ever found such a man.

Also I found that her friend’s needs gave me an excuse to research the old spell book, maybe I would find something that could help my friend more.

After the movie and babying her friend – bottle feeding, cuddles, tucking into bed, reading to her and more – Faith settles down on the sofa, she was tired but she wanted to research something in the spell book.

Getting the book from her bedroom she flicks through and finds a spell that could be useful and which, if lucky, would mean that Francis wouldn’t need to keep being stressed out.

“A Greek Goddess of Youth, hmm, I wonder if she’ll be of use. Let’s see what I need” Faith mummers as she jots down what she needs for the spell, then looks through her supplies.

After a few minutes and satisfied that she has what she needs, Faith reads the spell and commits it to memory.

“Let’s give it a whirl” Taking a breath and exhaling, Faith begins making what the spell asks for. After almost half an hour she places the small creation, a small doughy looking shape that looked a little like a baby dummy or a nappy, it was hard to tell, on a plate then speaks the spell:

“Hebe, hear my plea, goddess of youth I call you. Allow the harmless need of my friend to be acceptable in society, let me normal for all to accept” She repeats the spell, as required, ten more times and with the tenth time the creation she had made for the spell turns into a small ball of light which flashes once and then disappears.

“I hope that worked” Faith remarks to herself and then after tidying up, goes to bed.

Next morning: A loud crinkling sound followed by an unusual feeling woke Faith up and she turned in her bed expecting to see Francis there, but there wasn’t anyone there.

The crinkling is heard again and Faith sits up, then moves her hands down to between her legs and feels something new, something bulky and plastic. Her eyes widen and she pulls away the covers to see the top of a nappy peeping over her pyjama bottoms, quickly she pulls the bottoms down to see a very thick, very puffy looking adult sized nappy between her legs. And it was wet.

“What the hell?” She plodded the nappy, expecting that she was dreaming, but it felt too real. Quickly she jumps out of bed, a toe hitting the side of the bed in her rush and making her yelp in pain.

“Okay, not a dream. Francis!” The sound of running and the bedroom door opens, Francis stands there in a nappy and t-shirt, concern on her face.

“What? Something wrong?”

“This!” Faith points to her nappy and Francis looks at it.

“What of it? Is it wet?”

“Yes it’s wet, but why am I wearing one? Did you do this while I was sleeping?” Francis looks at her friend as if she’s gone mad.

“Aye, before you went to bed, you needed a change like I did, so I changed you, you changed me, why?”

“I don’t wear nappies, that’s more your thing!” Faith tries to take the nappy off and stops, why was Francis looking at her like that?

“Of course you wear a nappy, everyone does”

“What do you mean everyone does?”

“As in everyone does, it’s always been that way. Here, I’ll clean you up and change you” Confused, Faith allows herself to be dragged into what looked like a nursery, only without any cribs, but instead a large playpen, a large changing table, stacks of nappies, toys and more.

“I don’t understand, it wasn’t like this yesterday”

“Sure it was” Francis comments as she pats the changing table, clearly to indicate that Faith should get up onto it. “Did you have a bad dream?” Awkwardly Faith hops up on the changing mat, her soaked nappy squishing as she does so.

Quickly and with a lot of practice, Francis removes the soaked nappy, wipes her friend clean, then applies lotion and powder before sliding a new thick nappy underneath her friend, pulling the front section up and fastening it securely. A soft pat and she helps Faith down.

“There, all cleaned up”

“I don’t understand, it wasn’t…the spell, I must have done something wrong!”

“What spell?” Francis asks after disposing of the wet nappy.

“I did a spell after tucking you in last night, it was to help you be able to do your needs without people reacting badly. I must have done something wrong and changed things, it’s the only explanation” Faith paces around the nursery, well waddles due to the thickness between her legs.

“Changed things in what way?”

“It wasn’t like this, wearing a nappy as an adult was a kind of private thing or a medical thing, not an every day thing. Something I did changed things to where it’s perfectly normal for everyone to wear nappies. Maybe even doing babyish things”

“And what’s wrong with doing babyish things?”

“Nothing wrong with it at all, but I’ve gone and changed the entire world!”

“I think someone’s just hungry, changed the world indeed, the only thing that got changed here was your nappy. Come on, breakfast”

Breakfast was different for me in a way, although the food was pretty much the same, the seating wasn’t. Somehow I had changed things so much that I had my breakfast in a large adult sized high chair, both me and Francis did.

We even drank from baby bottles. And that was just a glimpse of the changes I had made by accident.

It was unbelievable. Francis had insisted on going out shopping, so after getting dressed – Francis in a soft red and purple baby dress with her nappy peeping from underneath and very cute looking baby booties on her feet, Faith in a pink and yellow baby dress with her nappy also peeping underneath and very cute booties on her feet – they headed out while Faith tried to figure out just what she had done wrong with the spell.

And then she saw the extent of her changes, Francis was right. Everywhere she went she saw people in babyish clothing, all in nappies, and not bothered by it in the slightest. And it was all ages.

“I can’t believe I caused all this” Faith mutters.

“Still going on about things being different? That world you mentioned sounds boring, like it’s filled with boring, straight laced people who don’t know how to relax and accept life. Who would ever want to live in a world like that?” Faith pats her nappy and fights back the soft sigh of comfort, although it was strange she had to admit that she saw the attraction, it really was comfortable.

But this wasn’t supposed to be.

“The boring pretty much have a say on what people do in life”

“The boring need to liven up and get over themselves”

“Looks like I made them do just that”

After our shopping we went back to the flat and I tried to refuse the spell, only to really screw things up.

“Hebe, hear my plea and see my mistake. Restore what wa-“ Faith stops and looks down. “Oh you have got to be kidding me! Francis!” The sounding of running and Francis enters the bedroom.

“What? Whooo, you shouldn’t have had the curry. Baby need a change?”

“Please. I can’t believe I just…yuk”

“It happens, let’s get you cleaned up”

That’s where the mistake began. Just as I had, well you get the idea, and Francis said ‘baby’ the spell changed things even more. But just for me.

She looked at her fingers and wondered who they belonged to, then she remembered that they belonged to her.

And it hit her, something was wrong. She was forgetting things at a rapid pace, she tries to say something but only baby babble comes out.

“All cleaned up, sweetie, now I think it’s bedtime for a certain nappy bum” Faith babbles some more and then manages to get some words out. But Francis doesn’t hear her.

After Francis tucks her in, Faith grabs her notepad and begins to write as quickly as she can before she loses the ability.

I had turned myself into a baby, well not in a physical sense, but a mental sense. Somehow my accident and Francis calling me a baby caused the spell to react to that, and began a mental regression.

I can feel it happening, bit by bit my mind feels like it’s falling asleep and a much younger, less developed mind set is taking over. It’s not a horrible thing, but I don’t want to be this way.

I don’t know how to reverse it either, I doubt I have the time. I made a mistake, I’m sure of it. If only I could think straight.

Faith stops writing and with the last of her adult mind, tucks the notepad and pen away then plops to the floor. She looks at her feet, coos, and falls on her back, grabbing a foot and sticking it in her mouth.

Her last adult thought was “I made a mistake, I’m sure of it!” before her adult mind fades away completely.

Somewhere beyond human perception: “That was cruel”

“It was fun, she had the nerve to ask for help”

“She was trying to help a friend, you didn’t have to mentally turn her into an infant”

“She’ll learn for next time”

“No wonder people hate us”

“Let them, I’ll turn them all into babies!”

“Oh zip it and go play with a doll”

 

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