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The Magic Pencil - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2023-03-28 12:00:01 +0000 UTCA short story, commissioned by an anonymous Patron, to finally bring to life a perennial Community Story contest entrant.
"Oh, are you getting back into drawing?"
Grace looked up with a blush, quickly flipping her sketchbook closed. She hadn't thought anybody was nearby, at least nobody that was going to pay any attention to her, sitting there on the bench beneath the big tree in the middle of campus, but, of course, she should have known better.
"Just messing around," she chuckled nervously. "Nothing big..."
"Come on," her friend Zoe pouted, plopping down next to her, reaching across her lap towards the sketchbook. "Let me have a little look... I love your art!"
"No!" Grace shook her head, closing her hands firmly around the cover to ensure there was no chance of the wind blowing it up, or Zoe sneaking a peek. She felt guilty at Zoe's crestfallen expression, so she added, "Not until its finished." She stared up at Zoe, hoping it wasn't going to make her mad, that the girl wasn't going to decide she was suddenly uncool because of this... She was still shocked that Zoe had ever given her the time of day, much less considered herself a friend, and she didn't want to ruin that. She also, however, couldn't possibly let Zoe see what she'd been doodling.
"All right, all right," Zoe sighed, hopping back to her feet. "I'm glad you're getting back into it either way."
Was Grace? It was hard to say... She had always enjoyed it, and, back in high school, her friends had claimed she was talented, but after going to college, she'd fallen out of the habit. It was necessarily because she no longer liked it... She simply found herself starting to draw things that she didn't want to share with others, and it was easier to stop altogether rather than do it in secret to avoid conversations like this.
The other day, though, she'd found an old pencil in the hallway of one of the classroom buildings as she wandered her way back towards her dorm room after class. Normally, she would have left it alone, let one of the janitors deal with it, but there had been something about it that drew her to it, that made her want to pick it up, despite not knowing where it had come from, who else had been touching it, holding it, putting their fingers all over it...
The idea of all that did gross her out a bit, and yet... It felt so right in her hand, as if it had been made for her. It was a silly thought, of course, but when she flipped it around, pinching it between her thumb, her forefinger, and her middle finger... It just seemed like that was where it belonged, like it was another part of her hand that she'd been missing for so long...
She could have, she supposed, used it for taking notes, but that was what her laptop was for. No, what she'd really wanted to do with it was draw, however, when she pulled out her sketchbook, those same ideas that had made her stop it the first place were all that she could think of, and she didn't want her roommate to walk in on her in the middle of that.
So, she'd chosen to take her sketchbook outside, to sit under the tree and wait for inspiration to strike. Unfortunately, it was a very windy day, which meant she got a good view of a lot of the other girls holding their skirts down, doing their best to keep from flashing everyone... And that was too much for her to bear.
She felt like a perv, sitting there, drawing this in public, but she couldn't help herself... She wanted so badly to draw something, and that was the only thing that came to mind. It helped somewhat to sketch out the figure without a face, choosing to focus more on the almost comically thick diaper beneath the girl's skirt, one that, surely, would have been obvious even without the wind's help.
She'd finished that up already, moved on to the background, to the people watching, most of them, naturally, pointing and laughing, though she'd felt bad enough for the poor, faceless girl that she'd put in one cute guy who seemed into it, who she could imagine asking the girl if she needed help changing.
All she really had left to do was add the face... But what should she look like? Grace had the bad habit of drawing people she knew, rather than making her own characters, which was especially awkward in these kinds of pictures. After encountering Zoe, she was tempted to use her, however, if Zoe ever did manage to get a glimpse at this... Grace shuddered at the thought. Instead, she went with one of her old friends, Jade, who Zoe had always reminded her of anyway, smiling as she added in the details of the girl's face, remembering all the fun times they'd had together...
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It had all happened so suddenly, Jade wasn't quite sure what was going on. One moment, she was walking along in her jeans and t-shirt, and the next, she was feeling a cool breeze on her bare legs. She frowned, glanced down, eyes bulging in shock as she realized she was in a completely different outfit than the one she recalled putting on this morning... And that the outfit, for some reason, included a bulky, plastic diaper that the wind was in the midst of showing off from underneath her tiny skirt.
She gasped, trying, in vain, to push her skirt down, to hide her shame, as, around her, she could hear people noticing, finding it funny, taking pictures with their cell phones, making her want to sink into the sidewalk and disappear... She had to bite her tongue to keep from whining out a desperate, "Stop it!", knowing that would only encourage them, make the video more entertaining once they posted it online, or showed it to their friends... And there were so many people there, all making fun of her, all staring at her in the diaper she was somehow wearing...
"Hey, there." Her heart quivered as she heard his voice, lifting her head up to see one of the hottest boys she'd ever met. Her knees went a bit weak, though she had to temper her expectations, remind herself of what was happening. She wasn't sure she could take him mocking her, too, but how could he not?
"You, uh..." he smiled, giving her a wink, "need any help changing?"
"Wh-What?" she blinked, taken by surprise. "N-No! I-I don't...!"
Even as she protested, she felt her diaper begin to warm. She let out a squeak, staring down at herself in shock, hardly able to believe she was wetting herself, right in front of him, and everyone else... But, to be fair, he didn't seem to mind one bit... She blushed, looking at him again, then down at her purse, noticing the spare diaper she must have packed poking out of it, even though she didn't wear diapers, didn't need them, had no reason to have them... If he was into this, however...
"Maybe," she shrugged, doing her best to sound seductive despite it all, wrapping a strand of hair around one finger. "Are you offering, mister?"
"I sure am," he grinned, reaching down to take her hand, her heart skipping a beat at the contact. "Come on, little one... We'll get you all cleaned up..."
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Grace nodded, satisfied with her final result. It hadn't really made sense for the guy to ask Jade if she needed a change if she hadn't used her diaper, so she'd shaded in the girl's diaper, then, for fun, drawn an extra diaper peeking out of her purse. It only made sense... If she was walking around in a diaper, especially a used one, she'd have to know she'd need a spare eventually...
That would be good for Jade, she thought to herself, peering down at the picture. Jade had always had bad luck with boyfriends... She could use one who was nice to her, who did things for her, and looked out for her. This might be exactly what she needed... Not to mention, Grace was certain she would look adorable in diapers, even if she'd never had the guts to tell her that, or admit her fetish to her, or any of her other friends.
It was just too bad it was only a drawing...
Comments
You know what they call her? The artist. I once saw her diaper three girls with a pencil. A freakin'. Pencil.
Babybluesea
Whoever you are anon, I salute you.
