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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
*SLAM*
My eyes darted open as I ended that infernal racket, and began to survey the room around me. I was in my bed, and alone. I scratched the back of my neck, as I came to and pulled my blanket off. My clothes are merely made up of a white t-shirt, and my underwear… A used diaper. One that I had been forced to wear as of late. I poked and prodded it and came to the conclusion that it was time for me to change. But as I looked around I remembered that she wasn’t here. The one that took care of me, the one that stood by me, and spoke to me. My princess. Soon anxiety began to consume me as I began to fear for her. As I slowly stood up, I approached the door to the room. My fear only continued to climb. Was she okay? Where is she? Did it get her? And it was with that thought, I reached for the door knob and swiftly opened the door. As I became quickly engulfed with fear of the one beast that could tear my princess away. The potty monster.
As I looked down the hall it was just as I feared, the door to its den remained unlocked. As I began my waddle down the hall I could feel my anxiety rise. I knew it was there waiting for me. I reflexively grabbed my throat. I managed to escape by the skin of my teeth last time, but would I be so lucky this time? As I approached closer to the door, I could smell that same burning smell that always lingered around here since that day. I felt nauseous and sick as I inhaled the burnt air. I couldn’t stop coughing, as what felt like the fires of brimstone burned my throat and lungs. I began to fear that it was emitting that smell in an attempt to choke me. My hands shook, and I was once again unsure if I should continue my trek. A part of me wanted nothing more than to run back into my bed, and wait as long as my diaper could continue to hold out. I pressed my hand into my diaper, and found that possibility to be limited in and of itself.
Breathing deeply I knew what I had to do. If I just quickly dashed past it then I could be free. Locking my eyes forward I psyched myself up preparing to break into a sprint. But before I could make it two steps that same feeling of dread came over me, causing me to accidentally make eye contact with the demon within. As I gazed into the abyss I froze, no longer able to escape. The sound of a reverberating crack filled my head as I became overfilled with fear and fell to my knees. Unable to move I was now forced to face the beast responsible for the state I was now in.
I soon found myself resting on my padded bottom staring it down. In a room bathed in bright white lights the beast looked almost divine. The clean white porcelain facade housed the demon that tortured me so. I inhaled deeply as the smell of chlorine began to mix with that brimstone baked smoke causing me to begin coughing again. The fear began to consume me, as I felt my diaper begin to warm involuntarily. My breathing became haggard and I began to hyperventilate, and soon I felt myself push into the seat of my diaper. There was only one though on my mind.
I am going to die.
I felt a wave of dizziness as I sunk further to the floor. I needed to run. Before I could crawl away the blackness consumed my vision and it all went dark. I soon found myself plagued by visions of a man. A humble man that sought only to protect what was his. A man that paid the price for his heroism. He stood where I once stood and faced the beast as I once did. Only to watch as his loved one was pulled towards the beast. In a last ditch effort to save his beloved he grabbed her and threw her back only to be caught in the beast's pull. I could only look on in horror as the man was pulled head first into the beast’s maw. In the end all that was left of that vision was a resonating crunch. Suddenly I felt a surge pass through me as my eyes opened back up.
I was still alive.
As I looked into the room I could see it, the potty monster. Yet, this time I knew something. Somehow as I gazed back at the visions of that man, that hero, I understood. I steadied myself as I began to rise for my attack. For some reason I understood his happiness over saving the one he loved, and his regret over his failure to stop his own demise. I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but based on the state of my diaper I knew I needed to make my actions count.
I quickly dashed into the den of the beast and quickly came face to face with my nemesis, the potty monster. The pure white and cold sleek appearance left me on edge as I continued to inhale the miasma of burning chemical air. Stifling a cough I could feel my diaper grow warmer as my body tensed up from fear. Yet through that fear, I knew what I had to do. I quickly opened the cabinet and hidden deep within was the weapon of the hero that came before me. As I pulled free the heavy cold metallic blade, I couldn’t help but gawk for a moment at its beauty. As its red and black appearance shined in my hand I knew I had the weapon to defeat the dreaded potty monster. My eyes locked, I lunged forward.
*SMASH*
“ARGH!!!” I yelled out as I quickly stepped back. As I looked back at the beast I could see it. My blade had penetrated the monster. I looked on as the cracks started to form in the monster’s facade as its inside began to pour out. The sound of fluid freely flowing out filled the room when the sensation of pain drew my attention to my left hand. As I looked down I could see the red warmth freely flow from my arm, as fragments of the monster lay embedded into my flesh. I did not escape that attack without a scratch. As I pulled the shards from my flesh I knew my injury was merely a scratch compared to the damage I had inflicted upon the potty monster before me. I readied my blade and prepared for the next strike.
*SMASH*
This time I escaped with no injury to myself as I looked back at the damage I inflicted. As I looked on I could see the gaping maw of the beast now broken and the rush of vial fluids continued to increase. Soon the beast let off a strange noise, a cry echoing it eventual demise. But I soon became distracted by the ringing in my arms. Using the blade had taken its toll on me as my arms screamed and ached and the redness continued to flow faster. I took one step to steady myself before I suddenly found myself losing my balance. Soon I found myself being pulled forward toward the beasts broken maw. As I continued my fall a realization came over me. The hero. Was I the one that came before? The one that failed? The one that would fail to have their revenge? I continued falling towards the inevitability of my second failure when a sudden realization came to me. I never failed, after all she survived.
*SMASH*
Using the forward momentum I slammed the tip of my blade into the apex of the beast smashing its top asunder shattering it apart and opening its insides. I pushed back. My balance is still unsteady. I soon found myself falling back and landing on my padded bottom.
*SQUISH*
As I surveyed the damage I noted that my diaper, although thoroughly saturated, still held up. Using my blade I lifted myself up and braced myself against the wall. The beast continued to whine as its insides continued to pour out with no end in sight. My own hands now each filled with injuries and cuts that continued to pour out. We were beaten, worse for wear. The potty monster that stood before me, that desired the destruction of those around it. And myself, the injured and humiliated hero that risked everything to save his princess from the beast. The beast's fluids soon became dyed by my own red warmth. As we stood in the pale red sea I knew this would be the end of our battle. In my final attack I charged forward pouring everything I had into my last swing.
My lungs burned and my vision became unreliable. Soon exhaustion began to take hold, but I couldn’t help remember the man I was. The one that risked his life for his princess. The one that was now forced into this diapered state battling the beast that terrorized all. As my blade was mere inches from making contact, her face came to my mind. My princess. The one that always looked at me with that smile, yet all I could see was that pained look on her face, that sadness, that fear. If I was to fall in this battle and take the beast with me, then may my only regret be that I never see that smile again. Yet, if that is my only regret then I can say truly as a man I lived a wonderful life.
*SMASH*
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I suddenly opened my eyes only to be jarred by my change in scenery, as I realized I had been unconscious. As I awoke I found my weapon gone and the monster nowhere in sight. I was once again back in my bed, surprised I pulled my sheets aside. I immediately noticed my once soaked shirt was changed. I reached down towards my left hand and noticed the injuries I sustained from the battle had been bandaged. As I began to poke and prod my diaper I found it to be far cleaner than when I last remembered it. But how?
The last memory I had was me striking down the beast before me with my weapon and watching as its insides began to pour out. I had it at death’s door, yet I could not remember I had delivered the final blow before I blacked out. I suddenly reached for my neck again reflexively, and sighed in relief. Wait! The thought suddenly assaulted me. If I never delivered the final blow the beast still lives! My breathing once again became ragged and I felt my diaper slowly grow warm. Yet, through the fear visions of her filled my head, my princess. I had to end this now, weapon or no weapon I need to strike while it is still weak!
I slowly forced myself out of my bed, as I mentally prepared myself to end this. I knew that if I didn’t do anything, then she could be hurt. Standing up I slowly lurched my way back to the beast’s den. As I looked down the hall I still saw the beast’s vial fluids still coating the floor; It was still weak. If I was lucky my enchanted blade would still be there and I can finish what I started. As I braced my back next to the door to its den I readied myself. I knew I wouldn't get a chance like this again.I suddenly turned into the door ready for my last assault. Careful not to sleep on the beast’s fluids I found myself in the center of the room, yet something was very wrong.I paused unsure of what to do.
Where once stood the beast that assaulted my body, mind, and soul was now nothing. Nothing remained of that wretched creature, the potty monster, not even the fragments of beast remained. I continued to survey the area taking note of the decreased smell of burning. I realized I could breath without coughing, and for the first time I realized that my anxiety was gone. My nightmare was over. As I looked on the nearby ledge I found my blade resting there, moved from where I had dropped it. Someone finished what I had started, but whom?
“Oh God you’re okay! I was so scared I’d lose you again!” A familiar voice called out to me from behind.
It was her in all of her glory, the one whom I sworn myself to, the one whom I promised to protect. My princess. Suddenly, a thought happened upon me as I gazed at her deeply and then looked back at where the beast once stood.
“I’m sorry. It took me a while to work to work up the courage to do what needed to be done. When I saw you lying there I decided that enough was enough, and that you didn’t need to suffer alone. So I finished what you started.”
Was this my princess? The same one that looked up to me when the world scared her. What happened to her? When did she grow up so much? In the end if it wasn’t for her taking arms, I don’t think I ever would have succeeded… As I looked her over something caught my eye. As I gazed down to the edge of her shirt I noticed her waist was adjourned with a particular garment. For it was the same as my own. A sudden horror began to consume me as I continued to stare, alerting my princess to my distress.
“Oh this. Yeah, it looks like we’re both in the same boat now.” She spoke as she lifted her shirt to adjust the waistband on her diaper. “They surprisingly are not that bad, and at least we don’t have to be afraid of something else happening anymore.”
I fell to my knees. This was all my fault. I couldn’t bear my own cross and look at her cursed to the same fate as I, by that damned beast. I failed. I slammed my fist to the ground causing the what was left of the beast to splash back onto my hand. I failed. Once again in futility I brought my hand down. And again. And again. And again. When suddenly I heard my princess’ voice call out to me in my anguish.
“Hey! Hey! Listen it’s not your fault. Honestly, I’ve been wearing these ever since the accident. I’ve been afraid too, afraid of the…umm.... the potty monster… But when I saw you there lying on the ground I remembered... and I didn’t want to go through it again. I’m afraid, but I don’t want to be afraid.” My princess stopped as she patted her own padded bottom and then knelt down and patted my diaper. “ Maybe someday we can face our fears together, but for now. For now let’s just be scared together!” She smiled at me.
It was really something beautiful, her kind smile. Forgiving me of my failure, forgiving me of my fears, I didn’t want to look away. And it was then looking at her smiling face that I could remember. I remembered something I had forgotten. Possibly the most important thing I could have forgotten. I stood up slowly and embraced her.
Regardless of what may come she was always there for me and someone I would always be there for. Diaper or no diaper she was perfect, and the fact that she accepted me only makes her even greater in my eye. I know we will overcome this together because we have each other. I held her tighter as I spoke out loud my feelings for her. “I love you, dear.” As I said those would I felt her arms tighten around me as she looked at me with tears in her eyes and that same kind smile that I knew I would never forget. It was only then that I finally knew.
The nightmare was over, the potty monster was slain.