Izzy wakes up in the night sore. She looks around the room through sleepy eyes to see a sleeping Jacob curled up tightly and, to her surprise, Sue snuggled up tight to his back. She smiles, the memory of the events from last night flooding her mind.
The contests had ended, and Sue, half asleep and lying on Izzy’s back, was carried out of the water. She quickly falls asleep, her snores sounding adorable to Jacob but annoying as hell to Izzy, as they are right in her ear. “Do you know where she lives, Jacob?” Izzy asks, jumping up to slide the sleeping woman higher on her back.
Jacob looks at the sleeping form in her childish swimsuit and water wings and feels many emotions—envy, angst, and betrayal—but mostly just ugly, ugly, ugly petty jealousy. “No idea,” he says quietly, hiding his emotions, and then he repeats it louder in the crowded pool area.
Izzy, shifting the sleeping form on her back again, walks to the bar. “Hey Cat, where does Sue live?”
The cat appears from under the bar. Izzy could swear there was a second copy of him further down the bar mixing a drink, but there is also one standing in front of her. She would rub her eyes, but her hands are under the woman’s butt, keeping her from falling off.
“In town I don’t know the address,” the cat says with a tired-looking grin. The events of the last few days overwhelmed him, the usually quiet bar having been transformed into a sea of chaos. Izzy watches as the cat is now in three places: one is mixing a drink, one is serving a customer, and one is standing in front of her trying to look cool as a cucumber, but the look of concentration on his face is growing alarming, his form twisting, looking more sinister. “Be careful tomorrow, Izzy. Things can get messy…,” he says and is gone; now only two copies exist.
“Who would know?” Jacob shouts down the bar at the cat.
The Cat reaches 40 feet down the bar and pulls himself close enough to be heard. “Jack Harrington or the boys, but they went up to bed,” the cat says, adjusting his tie. He can hear the crowd getting rowdy behind him. “I have to go,” the cat says with a frown. “Soon breakfast will be just the three of us, a few more days.” His hand stretches behind him, and he is gone.
“Is it me, or does the cat get weirder every time we encounter him?” Jacob asks, “It’s like he does it on purpose.”
The pause lasts a few seconds as Izzy shifts the still-sleeping Sue higher up her back.
“You know?” Jacob finishes.
“She can sleep in the room with us, I guess,” Izzy says and walks through the crowded bar. The wood paneling and the light fixtures with the design that shines up and down at the same time have grown cozy to Izzy.
The trio steps into reception, then out into the cool night air. Izzy looks up at the stars, then at Jacob, and then she speaks. “It’s so pretty here—so many stars.” Izzy takes a moment to enjoy the beauty. But only for a moment, as her shoulders are aching from carrying Sue.
Meanwhile, Sue on Izzy’s back makes a cute noise and shifts from drooling on the left shoulder to drooling on the right. In her sleep she is riding on the back of a whale. Big smooth gray skin with an occasional barnacle; her hands closing in the real world as she tries to scrape a barnacle off the back of the whale. She relaxes onto the whale’s back. There is a nagging feeling; she realizes she has to pee. She looks around at the ocean for miles and miles and miles. She sighs and lets go.
Izzy feels something warm running down the back of her swimsuit and panics. “Jacob,” she half whispers.
“What?” Jacob whispers back.
“I think she peed on me—at least I hope it’s pee,” Izzy says indignantly.
Jacob looks down at Izzy’s back and can see it dripping onto the concrete. “She really did.”
“Let’s get her back to our room and cleaned up; she can use one of your diapers,” Izzy whispers with pee dripping from her back. She is already moving in that direction.
They walk into the motel room, and Jacob rushes and grabs a towel to lay under the sleeping women.
“Thanks, Jacob. Sue, are you ok if I diaper you?” Izzy asks as she flops Sue down on the towel.
“Yeah, sure, Mommy whale, but I am so tired; I stayed up way too late,” Sue mumbles.
“You heard the girl—get me a diaper and one of your t-shirts.” Izzy demands like a trauma surgeon, holding her hand out. Jacob soon fulfills her request and watches as Izzy removes the water wings and swim shoes, then notices Izzy glaring at him.
“Go use the bathroom and get changed; stop watching,” Izzy grumps.
Jacob has a moment where he pictures Izzy as an orc like Grup. “I am so over today; I lost a beauty contest to a slime, and then I got peed on.” izzy grumps again only making the vision more real to jacob.
Izzy strips the bathing suit off the mid-twenty-year-old woman. She is cute, small-breasted, and hairless.
Clumsily, Izzy unfolds the crinkly plastic diaper. She rolls Sue onto her side and lays the diaper under her butt and rolls her back on it. She brings it up between the girl’s legs, making sure to get it tight. Unfortunately the diaper is one size too big.
Izzy tapes the diaper shut, rubbing the front while she considers how to get a t-shirt on a sleeping person. She ends up lifting Sue’s top half up and leaning her against her, sliding it up each arm before flipping it over her head. “I don’t know anyone that sleeps this deeply,” Izzy says to the room.
Task completed Izzy lifts the sleeping woman and sets her in the middle of the bed, covering her with a blanket. She grabs a change of clothes and meets Jacob in the bathroom, taking a moment to look back and check on Sue, but she is busy plucking barnacles in her dream again.
As Izzy enters the bathroom, Jacob is about to leave it. He wraps his arms around Izzy. “I love you,” he whispers in her ear before kissing her.
Izzy, covered in pee that is running down her crack, is not in the mood for romance; she wants a shower and sleep. “I love you too,” she says, nudging him out of her way and getting in the shower, the hot water feeling great on her tired, invaded, and worn-out body.
Jacob grabs a pair of boxers and slips them on quickly, trying to hide from the sleeping Sue’s eyes. He then stands at the edge of the bed trying to figure out the ethics of sleeping in the same bed as Sue… Tiredness wins out; he climbs in the bed. He stays close to the edge and on top of the blankets.
Jacob lies there feeling awkward for several minutes; he checks his phone, and he watches a video. Eventually the water shuts off in the bathroom, and Izzy, in a t-shirt and black panties, comes out of the room with her toothbrush. “I figured you would be asleep by now. What are you doing on top of the blankets?” she says, scrunching her eyebrows together.
“But she is? I don’t know; it’s Sue, and she is sleeping in our bed,” Jacob whispers. “Isn’t that immoral or something?”
“It’s just sleep; don’t be weird,” Izzy says, returning the toothbrush to the bathroom and rinsing. She returns to the bedroom to find Jacob still on top of the blanket.
Izzy is also exhausted from her day and ordeals; her vagina is a little sore, and her muscles ache. “Look, Jacob, you can sleep on the floor if you want, or just get some sleep.” Izzy climbs into bed and turns her back to Sue.
Sue, still sound asleep, makes biscuits with her hands, still trying to pull barnacles off the whale in her dream or, in this case, rub Izzy’s shoulders.
“That’s unexpectedly nice,” Izzy whispers and closes her eyes.
Jacob reluctantly climbs under the blankets, and in the process his hand brushes Sue’s diaper, and his heart races. “Oh, sorry,” he whispers. He feels silly it was an accident. But he tosses and turns. This isn’t like when Cane spent the night as a wolf. He has always held Izzy while they sleep, and now there is an intruder in the way.
Tired, miserable, and desperate, he reaches around Sue and holds her tightly; he feels so wrong, but he falls asleep quickly.
Sue wakes up a half hour later, confused about where she is and why she is wearing an overly thick diaper. She looks around and sees the back of Izzy. She smells Izzy’s hair, then feels the arms around her. She turns and looks at Jacob; she blushes and turns away, snuggling her butt tight to his crotch and closing her eyes. She half feels herself peeing; the thick diaper growing warm and hugging tight to her body, she sighs as she falls deep asleep.
Izzy sits up in bed, her bladder aching. She stretches as she grabs her phone and sits on the toilet. She thinks about the future and the prophecy; her heart races. She scrolls through a random social media app on her phone, waiting for herself to calm down, but it has the opposite effect. The world is always filled with horror and chaos. She wipes and goes back to the bedroom.
She eyes Sue and Jacob snuggled tightly together. She thinks about Jacob and his weird obsession with diapers. “Is that why you like them?” she whispers to the room. “They make you feel safe? ”.
Izzy waits for the darkened room to answer her but eventually has to give up and do something. She grabs the diaper bag and rolls Jacob over onto his back. He looks so cute sleeping like this, with one hand still pinned under Sue. She pulls his shorts down and looks at his penis, a respectable, normal man penis.
The prophecy shouts in her head. ‘You’re going to need more.’
Izzy scolds herself mentally, ‘It used to be enough.’ She digs in the bag for a diaper, and her hand hits something hard and plastic. She brings it out; it’s a pacifier, an adult-sized one…. She examines it, removes the cover, and pops it into her mouth experimentally. She doesn’t feel anything other than a piece of silicone. She thinks about Jacob and his needs. She reaches up and presses it to his lips; he accepts it. The plastic guard being sucked tightly to his face, he instantly shifts slightly and falls back to deep sleep.
She smirks at how adorable he looks; she really wants a photo for her home screen, but she knows Jacob would be upset. ‘Oh well,’ she sighs, her heart slowly slowing down a little more. She reaches in the bag and pulls out a pink diaper. She unfolds it; the plastic is so loud. She smells it, and it smells like baby powder. She taps it, and powder poofs out.
‘That’s convenient,’ she thinks as she lays it between his legs. With some effort, she lifts his legs up, lifting his butt off the bed, and slides the diaper under him. She pulls the plastic between his legs and tapes it shut; she rubs the front as she decides her next steps in life. She shrugs, covers Jacob back up, and lets him roll back against Sue, his diaper touching her diaper.
‘I get it now, Audrey, why you do what you do,’ she tells herself, enjoying the moment of calm in her now chaotic life. She rubs the hair out of Sue’s face and pulls Sue tight to her chest, her other hand playing with Jacob’s hair. She soon falls asleep feeling fulfilled instead of just filled.
