Dangerous Science

Chapter 10
Too Much Caffeine

Jennifer took another sip of her latte, hoping another caffeine hit would give her the energy to get through this calculus. Sitting in one of the rows of study cubicles scattered among the stacks Jennifer was oblivious to the goings on in other parts of the library. With her ear buds in and the iPod cranked up all she was focussed on was the thick text book before her. That is until someone tapped her shoulder, making her whole body jolt with surprise.

“Sorry about that,” the raven-haired girl from the next cubicle apologised.

Feeling silly for her reaction Jennifer took a breath and shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I’ve just had a lot of caffeine, makes me jumpy, y’know.”

The other girl nodded. “Sorry to bother you, but I need to run to the bathroom and I was wondering if you’d mind watching my stuff for a moment?”

Jennifer nodded, her heartbeat calming back down to normal. “Sure, no problem,” she agreed.

“Thanks!” the girl chirped, hurrying off.

Jennifer took her ear-buds out, figuring she needed to have her hearing in case someone actually did try to snatch the girl’s laptop or something. Leaning back in her seat Jennifer stretched and yawned. It was late now and she’d been at this for hours. When the girl got back she’d ask her to return the favour so she could go have a walk around and stretch out her legs.

Minutes passed and Jennifer returned to studying the equations before her. She’d almost forgotten about the other girl and her stuff until she heard a strange high-pitched giggle emanate from somewhere to her right. Jennifer furrowed her brow and leant back to see if she could peer through the stacks. Nothing but books. She shrugged, leaning forward again. Another giggle and the sound of someone running along the row of stacks one, maybe two over from hers. Jennifer’s head shot up, her heart-rate shooting straight up again. She stood now, looking behind her down the row of cubicles. There didn’t seem to be anyone else here now. The other students must have already given up for the evening or gone for a meal break. She was all alone.

Sitting down again Jennifer forced herself to take deep breaths. She was getting paranoid again dammit. Caffeine always did this to her. That was why she only drank coffee when absolutely necessary. Her upcoming calc exam unfortunately meant that this was one of those times. Now she had to deal with the resulting heart palpitations. Jennifer forced her attention back onto the text book. “Just focus on the equation,” she mumbled to herself.

Another giggle, softer but much, much closer ripped her eyes of the text. The sound seemed to have come from directly in front of her, right on the other side of the thin cubicle wall separating her from the cubicle facing hers. It wasn’t the idea of someone giggling that scared her, it was the kind of giggle it was. She’d heard plenty of high school and college girls giggle of course. This was different. It was higher-pitched, lighter. It sounded like a little child’s mischievous laughter. For some reason it actually felt malevolent in this context, like it was the kid from the Omen stalking her.

A series of bangs, like someone pounding their palms on the desk of the cubicle facing her, made her scotch backwards in her chair. Was the girl back? If so, why wouldn’t she tell Jennifer? She leant down, looking under the desk. Someone was there alright, but it certainly didn’t appear to be the girl who left. She’d been wearing tight dark jeans and stylish pink sneakers. Now there was a pair of long bare legs and bare feet swinging back and forth like a little child’s would. For a brief moment she wondered if someone’s little girl was playing around in the library. But the toe-mails of the bare feet were painted hot pink, trimmed and well-kept. They belonged to a woman who cared about her looks, who wanted to show off her toes in some pricey sandals, not to the kind of tomboy girl who ran around a library barefoot.

With trepidation she couldn’t explain Jennifer pushed her chair back and stood, rising to her tippy-toes to look over the divider. She gasped as she saw the occupant of the other cubicle. It was the girl who had just asked her for help watching her stuff. She recognised the short black hair and deep brown eyes immediately. But something was very wrong with this girl. She was naked now, no sign of her clothing anywhere. She’d left for the toilet fully dressed but now there she was, c-cup breasts on full display and a happy, unashamed grin on her face. As Jennifer leant further over the divider she realised the girl wasn’t actually buck naked. She did have on a single garment, a puffy white diaper wrapped round her loins.

“Oh my God!” Jennifer mumbled to herself.

The girl looked up at her, still grinning like an idiot and declared, much too loudly for a library voice, “Me got nakie!”

Jennifer didn’t know what to say to this. She just found herself nodding in agreement. The girl had indeed gotten ‘nakie’ or at least she almost was. It was obvious though that something was seriously wrong with her. Most likely her trip to the bathroom had been to take some drugs, obviously something psychedelic, and she’d taken a bit too much. Jennifer wasn’t sure if she should try to help the girl or just go call security. She might need medical attention for an overdose, or maybe just psychiatric care. Jennifer couldn’t provide either of those things, so she’d have to call someone else. But should she leave the girl alone? She looked down at her cell phone. No signal in the library of course. Leaving a toddler alone was quite dangerous and this girl looked like a big overgrown toddler right now. In fact she distinctly reminded Jennifer of her little two-year old niece Emily. She had the exact same innocent, playful facial expression and Emily also spent much of her time toddling about in nothing but her diaper or even without that, ‘nakie-bum’ as she liked to scream out to all who would listen. Jennifer watched the girl lean back in the chair, grabbing her right foot and playing with her toes curiously. Yep, just like Emily.

“What’s your name honey?” she asked the girl softly.

The nearly nude woman looked up from the toes she was wiggling, her lips slack. “Me Juwia,” she said.

“Do you know where you are sweetie?” she asked in a tone she usually reserved for very small children.

Julia nodded, smiling with her pride at knowing what this place was. “Da wi-bary,” she answered.

“Yes honey, that’s very good,” Jennifer praised.

Julia let her feet go and hopped on her diapered bum in the seat. Then she was distracted by the shiny cell phone sitting on her desk, picking it up and looking at it with a contemplative gaze. Jennifer wondered if the phone was jogging her memories, bringing her back from the acid or shroom trip she was apparently on. Julia jammed the corner of the expensive iPhone in her mouth, sucking on the hard plastic with her eyes crossed in concentration. Jennifer rolled her eyes. Nope, she wasn’t coming back.

“Honey, I need to go find someone to help you. Can you stay right here for me?” she asked the phone-gnawing college-girl.

The phone slipped from her mouth, a little saliva escaping down her chin. “Poopy diapie!” she announced, ignoring or uncomprehending of the question.

Jennifer sighed as the girl threw the phone to the floor and patted at the front of her diaper instead, beginning to yank at the tabs on the sides. Then something new occurred to her. Where had the girl gotten the diaper? Surely she wouldn’t have thought to put one on before her trip would she? Why would anyone take a drug knowing it would make them behave like this, take craps in a diaper? No, she couldn’t have, Jennifer had seen her leave for the toilet and she hadn’t had a bag with her. And with the tightness of the jeans she wore there was no way that puffy thing could have been concealed beneath them. So where the fuck did it come from?

Julia stood up, knocking her chair on its side and succeeding in ripping the side of the diaper so it fell sideways to the floor, landing with an audible squelch between her feet. The stinking mess in the discarded garment was instantly obvious, the reek hitting Jennifer’s nose as soon as it was open to the air. Now fully nude, Julia was untroubled by the stench, unconcerned she was now showing off her snatch to another woman as well. She hopped out of the filthy diaper and spun around in freedom, giving Jennifer a good look at the brown mess smeared across her bared bottom.

Jennifer gagged, turning away from the horrendous sight. It was too much for her to deal with. She needed to get security and fast. She grabbed her bag from below the desk, swinging it over her shoulder and turning to go. She let out a little scream as she found herself suddenly face to face with a tall, dark-skinned man who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

“She is a quite a sight, isn’t she?” the man said calmly, gesturing to Julia now squatting as she peed on the carpet.

“Who are you?” Jennifer demanded, taking a big step back from the man.

The man gave her a strange, menacing smile. “Just a messenger,” he replied and then nodded to someone over her shoulder.

Jennifer started to turn her head to see who he was looking at, but before she’d even moved strong arms had wrapped around her torso and held her tight. Panic gripped her. She struggled, wishing she’d take the self-defence course offered last semester.

“Gotcha!” a childish female voice announced in her ear.

Jennifer realised it was bare skin she felt rubbing against her, bare feet visible intertwined with hers. Was it Julia? Had she suddenly turned on her, or had she been working with the man all along? No, the toes had no nail-polish and as she struggled she could hear the crinkle of a diaper rubbing against her clothing. The woman was like Julia, but still diapered. Meanwhile the man had revealed his right hand from behind his back. He held a strange device in it, one which he was extending towards her!

“What do you want?!” Jennifer called out, hoping someone would hear and come to her aide.

“I told you,” the man said coolly, the helmet-like device slipping around her head now, the cool metal prongs touching her temples. “I’m here to send a message and you’re going to help me make sure it’s heard loud and clear.”

“But…” she began, only to be cut off by the surge of pleasure suddenly pulsing through her head.

**

Jenny smiled as she walked over to where Julia was still squatting in the cooling, sticky puddle of her pee, wiggling her pretty painted bare toes in it. Jenny dropped down to a squat too, still smiling at the woman before her. Julia looked up at her and returned the gesture. “Nakie giwl,” she announced.

Jenny giggled too, because Julia was right, she was a nakie girl now. After the lovely feelings in her head went bye-bye the diaper girl had helped her take off all her clothes. She was glad to be free of them, especially her wet, sticky pants. How silly it was that she was all nakie now, just like Julia. Everyone could see her boobies and bum-bum and that would have been very naughty for a big smart girl like she was before. But she obviously wasn’t a big girl anymore. She remembered being a smart girl, going to school and doing really difficult math and reading. But it was so obvious that all that was over now. When the nice feelings stopped she’d found all her math was gone. She couldn’t even recall what numbers were exactly, just that they were something big people used. Words were mostly gone too. But what was nice was all her worries were gone as well, all her fears and hang-ups simply wiped away. She remembered worrying about stuff, but couldn’t recall what that was all about.

She was little now, like Julia, and it wasn’t so bad at all. When she’d watched Julia play in her own mess, stripped nude, chewing on her phone she’d felt bad for the girl. But now she knew that was silly of her. Julia wasn’t sad, she was happy! And now Jenny was happy too. Chewin’ stuff felt nice on her lips and bein’ nakie was so much better than not bein’ that way! Why had she ever wanted to be a big girl?

The other girl, the one who’d held her arms for the nice head tingles, was back now with some white things.

“You gotta lie down siwwies!” she told them. “Need diapies,” she explained, holding out the white things.

Jenny wasn’t sure what she meant, so many of her words were gone now. She had to tell the girl how nice she felt, but how to put the words together?

“’m awll nakie now,” she told her. “Got widdle.”

The girl nodded, happy for her. Then she pressed her hand on Jenny’s shoulder, guiding her onto her back. Julia copied her without needing to be told. Then the woman proceeded to guide the white thing under her bum and tape it up. It was a diaper! Now that it was on her she recognised it. The thing was soft and cosy and even better than nakie! But she was still very glad the woman didn’t make her put anything else on. She especially liked how free her boobies were now. Once Julia’s messy bum had been cleaned and she had a new diaper on the nice woman left them, taking the big man’s hand and skipping away. Jenny was sad to see them go. She felt all alone without them. It made her want to have a nice big cry.

A finger poked her arm and she looked over at Julia still lying beside her. She was holding her feet, soles pressed together, raised over her tummy. “Lookit, me munch ‘em!” she announced and pulled her feet to her mouth, just nibbling at the tips of her once clean pedicured toesies. Jenny forgot about her loneliness right away, chortling at her friend’s silliness. She used to be a big grown-up too! Now she was so little and silly she was munching her toes. What a dumb thing to do! She remembered her little niece Emily doing that, sitting in her car seat on the ride home from the beach, mouthing her cute little toes. That was something silly toddlers did, not big people like she and Julia were a few minutes ago. But of course that was in the past, even if it was only minutes. Growing up might as well have never happened. Everything she’d learned was gone anyway. And it did look like Julia was having fun. Jenny grabbed her own foot and pulled it to her face, sticking the tips of her toes in her mouth and exploring them. Copying her new friend was fun. It wasn’t so bad being dumb and little after all.