Chapter 46 – Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, who put these bodies between us?

20 Prairial Year CCXXXI, Potat, South Windland, Libertalia – Amazonia

Ben was eager to explain, “Among the fandom, Naomi and Oliver is broken up into core, or arc, or mythos episodes, sometimes called the ‘Kai’ experience, and then there are the filler episodes. Plus, the movies, those are almost like a separate timeline. Those are usually split into two, the ‘high’ movies like the remake of the pilot, ‘Pampered Pyramids’, and the theatrical releases, or the ‘low’ movies like ‘New Columbia’.”

“Returning to the point, I think it’s a mistake to try to separate out the so-called filler episodes from the core-storyline in the Naomi and Oliver experience. One of the best episodes, ‘Go to the DMV’, is perfectly executed and regarded as the high point of season one, and it has no illuminati, no reference to the diaper wars, and no romance plot.”

“So today in this episode, I’ve come up with a New Kai, an episode list that includes what I consider essential episodes in addition to the mythos arc episodes. My list fixes the episode ordering. You should be able to find the full list on the website, but before we get into that, let me first thank our sponsors for this podcast.”

Oliver pushed a button on his phone, stopping the sound. The silence of the living room did not last for long, as Ben’s clunky old car pulled into the drive of the house. Oliver rushed to the window to watch as Ben opened the backdoor and lifted Jennifer in his arms to the house. He had dressed in his suit from Earth and would have looked at the peak of his professionalism, if not for carrying a little that cluttered his arms and wrinkled his clothing. Jennifer had also been dressed up today, a red short sleeve ensemble which flared out in two layers at the bottom, with a slight hint of pink on the inside. She waved at Oliver at the window, spotting him as he popped his head around the thick curtain.

Ben whipped open the door and stepped into the cool house, his eyes caught a glance of Oliver, seeing the boy dressed in a dinosaur shirt, sucking slowly on his pacifier. Ben carefully let Jennifer drop from his arms, and as her shoes hit the tiled ground, he leaned in, whispering instructions for her to put her shoes away. He then stood tall, and with a single fast whip of his arm, pulled the curtain Oliver was hiding behind.

“I got you!” Ben almost shouted in his excitement, causing Oliver to hop and release a short giggle. His underpants rustled and slightly poked out of his shorts from the jump scare. It forced Oliver to reorient, and he quickly plopped out his pacifier, hiding it in a pocket in his shorts.

“Hey….” Oliver started, “Dad… daddy.” Ben stretched his arms, letting the curtain fall back on his son, forcing Oliver to clamper around to the other side.

Victoria also entered the room to greet the new arrivals. She approached Ben with an exaggerated walk, getting close to his face, before she pulled away. She brought up her large hands to Ben holding out the fingers, pointing at each one in succession while going through the morning and afternoon.

“Threw a spoon during the Markowitz test,” Oliver shrunk away into the curtain as Victoria mentioned it.

Victoria went through her fingers slowly, “Got a frowny face for his nap, loves his smoother, seven on imagination.” Finally, she held up her thumb. Her mouth whispered the letters as if Oliver would not be smart enough to know what she was saying, “Pee Tee is starting to go.”

“Really?” Ben turned and looked down at Oliver, his head tilting concerned, “Where’s he at?”

She brought up her hand, clawing at Ben’s suit at the collar, popping the button before she came in close to his ear to whisper, “One two-five mega.” She had a precision earned from decades of experience in regressing littles.

Ben stood straight, sweat started to build on his forehead, “I um…” Victoria whispered into his ear again, before pulling away after kissing his neck, her hand pulling at his tie and dropping it nine feet to the ground.

Ben was quick in his command, “Oliver watch Jenny.” Before the two Amazons scrambled up the stairs to the master bedroom. For a brief moment Oliver could have been free, the house and the world was his, but the new command wormed into his head. He needed to watch Jenny, he needed to be the responsible one.

He saw her, shining hair, brilliant eyes, glowing face, pearly teeth. Her dress was not designed to flatter her figure, but she swirled the clothing as she turned in a suggestive manner, even while it hid her hips and thin legs with the waves of red fluff.

“Hey,” he coughed out.

She drew a long smile, “Hmm, your voice is sounding a bit better.”

“Re… really? Thanks.” Oliver blinked and forced himself to stand tall. He tried to change the topic, “Dad’s pretty weird. Are he and mom really,” he was not sure how to phrase it, “getting off on me having a few setbacks.”

Jennifer gave a small laugh, and in Oliver’s perception the floors and walls started to lightly shake, as elephants tromped a story above them. He tried to focus again on Jennifer.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a normal relationship, but if I did, I might be able to judge them.” She said it flatly, as if the point was to answer his question precisely rather than elicit sympathy.

“Oh, sorry,” Oliver came closer to her, she had a small hint of baby powder and perfume.

“Oliver, I’m not sure how much longer you’re going to be an adult I can look up to, but it’d be nice if we could, I don’t know.” Jennifer shrugged. The statement stung Oliver’s ego, he had hardly changed on coming to live here. He pushed his posture up, and casually pulled his shirt down to cover the elastic band that had creeped up out of his shorts.

Oliver gave a response with a tone of either humor or self-deprecation, “Well, the big ones are not going to be distracted for that long, so sorry if you expect me to perform under some time constraint.” He bumped up against her shoulder, half expecting her to lean into his attempt to lighten the mood.

Instead, she leaned in, coming close to his ear, “You’re cute in that shirt.” She brought an arm up and pulled him in. “I don’t think it’s much to ask. You’re pretty clever, I’m sure you can think of something.”

The elephants upstairs stopped their dance, Oliver put a hand and a finger up to indicate to pause, and minimize their sound, “Just be quiet a minute, I have an idea.”

Ben and Victoria came down the stairs, Ben clearly having changed clothes, with Victoria letting her hair fall in a casual mess, the two heading towards the kitchen to prepare supper. Oliver and Jennifer waited for them to pass before sneaking up the stairs to the master bedroom. He carefully closed the door behind Jennifer, and then walked over to the hamper. The monstrous white plastic came up to Oliver’s neck and he had to strain on his toes to reach in, pulling out yards of pearly white cloth, which slowly grew into a ball in his arms. He walked over to the center of the bedroom and began laying out the long cloth on the floor. He motioned for Jennifer to lay down on the sheet, and she knelt down and crawled to him. Oliver then carefully pulled the large sheet from her side and let it fall a couple feet past her, it fell carefully and draped her. She giggled under comfortable cloth, and Oliver carefully stepped around to the edge of the sheet he had placed over her. He let himself go prone on the sheet as well, and then draped the sheet over himself.

“What are we doing?” Jennifer whispered to him.

“I thought it’d be fun to pretend. We can just lie here for a bit, like real grown-ups.” He turned to her, her face illuminated by the bedroom lights through the translucent to opaque white sheets. “I don’t want to do anything we’re uncomfortable with.” He took a deep breath, embracing the mixture of flowers and spices from recent activities of Ben and Victoria. “Smells nice right?”

Jennifer large breath with her nose, her eyes fluttered and she smiled, she carefully pushed off the floor and rolled over Oliver, who reached up around her back. With a bit of force, she slowly pushed her and the sheet, rolling the two of them around, entangling their bodies in another layer that tightened them together. Jennifer pushed Oliver again, completing the roll of the sheet, leaving him on his back, and the two clutching close. Her ruffled dress had slipped up, leaving bare leg and diaper pressed closely against Oliver’s own shorts, her hair dangled across his neck and upper chest.

“This is nice,” Jennifer offered, her bubblegum toothpaste breath coming down on Oliver’s nose and neck. “We can pretend to be big. Just pretend though.”

“For now.” Oliver smirked. He was uncertain how far to push this, Ben or Victoria could walk in at any moment. As long as their clothes were on, they could at least plausibly pretend they were just playing some innocent game.

Jennifer squeezed up a hand that was otherwise compressed by the sheet, it maneuvered along Oliver and then came up to his cheek, “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, if we’re moving too fast,” Oliver’s tried to show quiet concern.

“No, it’s just that you’re so big, you have all these experiences and I’m not sure I can live up to that. I’m even in a…” She glanced towards her waist before returning to Oliver’s eyes.

This close he could feel a modest dampness coming from the edges of smooth plastic as it rubbed against his legs, Oliver tried to ignore it, and lied, “It’s fine, it’s not a race. If anything I feel a bit put on, you’re got all these expectations, and I’m not even sure I can live up to them.”

Jennifer shook her head, “Maybe we should even things out, when I’m done you will be a bit more comfortable with what I can offer.”

“Hmm?” Oliver eyes widened slightly as Jennifer’s hand dug into his cheek, the fingers started to dig into his skull. He did not hear Jennifer’s response, his eyes rolled, and he fell out of the present.

* * *

June 8th, 2001, Council Bluffs, Iowa, Earth

Oliver’s head swirled, one moment he was trapped on Amazonia, and the next he was laying in his bed from high school. The room lights had been dimmed, and the only light and sound was the color cathode ray tube television ten feet on the other side of the room. The volume had been placed barely above mute, and on screen was an assortment of three young twenty something women.

He looked at himself, he was in a standard set of pajamas, a light white t-shirt, a blanket covered his bottom jammies. The nighttime pull-up was tight and warm under the shorts, each movement of his legs causing a slight rustling in his pants. Oliver’s eyes lingered on the door, the ambience from the television briefly illuminating a poster board of rows of penned smiley faces and frowns.

Oliver finally turned his attention to the television. The three ladies had breasts that filled their thin clothing, and long glossy hair in colors of red, blonde, and brunette, atop tanned bodies. The three ladies were close, casually touching each other’s shoulders.

The red-haired actress looked the youngest, she was practically biting her thumb as she gave her line, “Laura, Tiffany, it’s getting late, and I can’t find my stuffy, and daddy isn’t here to put me to bed. How will I get to sleep?”

Tiffany seemed to pout too, “I can’t find Mr. Rupert either. What are we going to do Laura?”

The slightly older woman with brunette hair led the other two towards the bed, “Why don’t we just hop into bed together, and we can help each other fall to sleep.”

The first girl started squirming out of her clothes, and Tiffany came over to assist her. Within seconds she was stripped down to just her thick undergarments. The thick cloth was white and separated her legs, each lady gladly touched and rubbed against the soft padding. Shortly after, the two other ladies disrobed each other, showing similar protective garments.

“I’m so wet right now,” Tiffany began, as Laura slowly moved a hand across her bra, and guided the other girl’s hand into the Tiffany’s white diaper. Oliver’s eyes grew wide, and blood rushed to this abdomen, straining his member against his own tight cloth.

He shook his head trying to clear it, “What the fuck, there never was diaper porn on cinemax.”

* * *

May 15th, 2004, Council Bluffs, Iowa, Earth

His 1996 Toyota Camry may not have been the coolest car, but it was red, and he was sharing the front with Janet “Jan” Tinbergen, and that made it extra special. Jan was a cheerleader and had floated her attention on Oliver in their closing hours of high school. A last childish fling before summer break and adulthood. Jan’s dark brown hair went to her neck, and she had a habit of shaking it from shoulder to shoulder. Her white dress was thinly held up around her shoulders, and she leaned over into her small silvery purse that was on her lap.

“Mind if I smoke?” She said shortly after Oliver had parked the car. Oliver did mind, but his friends had warned that it was the habit of women to advertise how loose and easy they were feeling by how quickly and openly they retreated to nicotine. Maybe she was nervous too?

He tried to act cool, popping the car lighter, and she lowered the window for some air. Oliver pointed out the front window to the dark sky. “Good night for stargazing. Maybe we’ll see a meteor.”

She used the lighter, signaling disinterest in the topic. Stars were boring. She took a large puff, letting Oliver wait on her to restart the conversation.

Jan leaned against the window with her head, barely looking towards him, “You’re going Air Force, right?”

“Yeah.” Oliver gripped the wheel tightly and thumped it with his fingers.

She was trying to calm him down, “That’s cool. When do you leave?”

“Soon. June. Do you have any summer plans?”

“Nope, but I guess it’s good you have it all figured out. Life I mean.”

She made the first move, leaning over the seats and coming close to Oliver’s face, she brought her smoke tainted lips against Oliver’s cheeks, and whispered close to his ear, “I’ll just have you know; I have a thing for a man in uniform.”

Oliver turned towards her and brought his arm up with awkward imprecision to the back of her hair, pulling her close in for a kiss on the mouth. The two locked, and for a moment he could feel the warm smoke pouring past his tongue, and then there was the wave, a ripple across space time and memories.

Where once there was ash and tar there was now bubblegum, not like chewing gum, but the artificial gum of pink toothpaste popular among younger girls. Oliver’s tongue briefly scraped across her metallic braces, and his nose bumped against thick glass. He pulled back startled, like the kiss was an electric shock.

Janet’s eyes were now enlarged and hidden against slightly fogged glasses that had bumped from her nose. Her only response was to giggle, the high-pitched giggle she would always do in calculus class. She reached down and pulled up her dark black shirt littered with linux commands printed upside down, all up and over her head, exposing her small perky breasts.

Janet turned her half naked body back to Oliver, “You know what I always found most impressive about you Oliver?”

“My good looks?” He spoke confidently. Janet started to lean over the seats, pushing herself on top of him. She shook her head to his question as she probed past him for the recliner, and soon the two of fell nearly vertically. A hand of hers reached up to his pants and pulled it down to expose his light blue and white boxers.

“You’re potty trained. So many guys our age aren’t. At least around here.”

“Well, that’s…” It was an odd thing for her to say, but as one of his hands pulled at her shorts, he felt the light blush of elastic undergarment.

“Not all of us got it back,” she playfully commented. “My parents tried, so many parents did, after the wave hit our school, but I never got it to take. That’s fine, I think I prefer the diapers.”

Oliver was concerned, she was casually talking about a Mandela wave hitting his high school. He could see vague outlines of classes from twenty years back. Had there always been changing tables? He remembered the teacher’s dragging students back for changes that doubled up for one-on-one conferences over homework.

Oliver’s hand continued up and down Janet’s thick plastic back exterior under her skirt, where panties should have been, his imagination flared with what it was protecting, heat and wetness seemed to ooze from Janet’s hips. She was ready for him.

He was unable to comprehend what had happened to her, but underneath this nerd of a girl was the hottest woman he had known in high school. The one he had gone the distance with. This was still his first - Jan, only now she had been turned into a diaper wearing dork.

Then there was a tap on his window. Oliver turned his head and looked to his side, seeing a copy of himself outside the car door. Not his teenage self, but his thirty-six-year-old self.

“Hey Consc!” the duplicate called out, as the window rolled down. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Oliver clenched his teeth, uncertain how to continue, “Memory?”

“Remember the command you gave us to be on the look out for Nitz attacks?” Memory offered. Oliver’s brain scrambled back fifteen years before, in the camp, just after they had shoved their language into his brain.

Had the Nitz captured him again? Was he being tortured right now by their best psi-agents?

Jan continued to rub against him, her diaper was grinding into his boxers, pleasuring Oliver’s member with each slow push. Oliver tried to focus on what his brain was trying to tell him.

Memory let it all out with an excited pace, “This is a fake memory! I told you; you could always count on the old hippocampus. I always know the difference between real-real and dream-real.”

Oliver started to piece it together, “I knew something was up. Astral projection, time travel bullshit, none of this is happening. This whole time I thought I was going crazy. So, what do I do? Do I finish up here?” The ersatz Janet was moaning, each breath getting higher and shorter, as her pace picked up speed.

Memory shook his head, “No way, I have a better technique to deal with unwanted attackers.”

Before Oliver could respond, Memory turned his shoulder back and then smashed Oliver hard in the face with a clenched fist.

* * *

20 Prairial Year CCXXXI, Potat, South Windland, Libertalia – Amazonia

Oliver bumped his head directly into Jennifer’s, which caused both to wince. Jennifer dropped her hand from Oliver’s cheek and her breathing became erratic. With a struggle Oliver forced the sheet that covered them open and the two were untangled from the sweat drenched bedding. Oliver’s breathing became heavy, but he soon realized Jennifer was in distress, her face becoming red, and a small fist of a hand came up towards her eyes, as she knelt opposite him on the sheet.

“No no no no no, don’t cry, please I didn’t mean it.” Oliver apologized quickly. He tried to scootch over to Jennifer and put his arm around her shoulder. She flinched from his attempt to comfort her.

Oliver continued with panicked speed, “I’m sorry, I thought you were a… if I had known I wouldn’t have done that.”

Jennifer turned her face up, her hair covered the left half of it, both watery eyes turning towards Oliver, “Oliver. I was the one in your head, why are you apologizing to me.” She took a long breath through her nose to stabilize herself.

“I… I don’t know. That’s just what having a girlfriend is. You compare all your previous girlfriends to her and find them wanting. Look it’s OK, I’m OK…” Oliver tried his best to assuage her that he had been fine with her attempt to mind control him – to rewrite his memories and history.

Jennifer moved her hand across her throbbing head, keeping silent to Oliver’s self-depreciation.

Oliver tried again, “Maybe we’re just moving too fast, you know? I shouldn’t be pressuring you like this. Like, maybe we should take things slower. Just hold hands and walks in the park, we have all the time in the world.”

Jennifer’s new frustration tempered her injury. She had formed a mental bridge, gone into his mind with the hope of making him more appreciative of her, violated his privacy and memories, and he refused to blame her. Still, she could maybe salvage this, she just had to get him relaxed again, then she could try to find a way to bypass that defense mechanism.

“Just hold me,” Jennifer asked, and Oliver came closer, hugging her without comment. There she listened to his heart start to settle down. Soon, a couple more minutes of holding, and he would be ready to try again.

Oliver was not able to wait that long. He felt it, a stirring in his loins, the same signal from the couch.

He whispered, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

Jennifer’s eyelids narrowed, drilling into the fool of a boy before her, “Seriously? Oliver you’re wearing a pull-up. Just use that.”

“I can’t get any more frownies today.” He said without a hint of sarcasm or mockery. He started to stand up, taking a second to center his pants and shirt that had become a wrinkled mess.

The comment sent Jennifer’s head to a boil. All Oliver cared about was the stupid potty-training calendar. She pulled at his hand, but her grip failed as he let go of her and walked confidently to the bathroom.

A minute later Oliver was concerned that he had forgotten a step as he precariously sat on the edge of the large throne. He had opened the lid, his pants and pull-up now dangled from his shoes, and he was aiming towards the water, everything should be right. His instrument was still enlarged from the recent romp and was resisting his commands. He sat patiently, replaying the last few minutes in his head.

Finally, a soft tinkle came, and with it a waterfall of emotions. He thought he liked Jennifer. He thought he might have a chance to be happy with someone, since he had shredded his destiny by dropping the bomb. There had to be someone out there for him.

It was not going to be her though. Jennifer was a Nitz Kean – she was one of the worst people in the universe.

* * *

Back in the master bedroom Victoria was comforting her smaller sister. Her giant arms cradled Jennifer in a slow rocking motion, “I’m sorry I asked you to do that, I didn’t know he might respond that way.”

Jennifer came out of her stupor, “I think I kind of liked it, the chase, the danger. He’s not like other boys. He’s special.”

Victoria did not want her baby boy to be special. She took this as a chance to ask her question, “Did you get through any though? Make him into a diaper dork like I asked?”

Going into Oliver’s mind had been like opening a door to another world. It was like trying to swim on the Amazon side of the pool, she had nearly drowned going to the bottom. “No, not even close.”

“I’ll have to take a different approach then.” She tilted her head up, her epic ears listening to a distant ring, “I think dinner is ready, come let’s help Ben set the table, he’ll appreciate how grown up and mature of a daughter he has.”

Jennifer bounced with excitement and ran to the stairs, before waddling down each step slowly and deliberately while holding onto the rails.

Victoria stopped at Oliver’s room, intending to let him know about dinner. The poster that hung on the door had been updated. It was not a smile nor a frown, but a smirk. A colon and a slash. Confused, she peaked her head into his room, asking him to come join the family for dinner.

After Oliver had passed her and started his descent of the stairs, Victoria took a second to squeeze into his room, and stepped over to the diaper pail. Lifting the top, atop the morning’s diaper and pull-up, there was a wrinkled but unused pull-up. She pulled it out of the trash carefully with a pinch of fingers, inspecting the white garment. Neither the front or back wetness indicator was triggered, and the garment did not smell of urine. Her fingers opened the disposable, and gently probed the inside, before retreating quickly in disgust, and dropping the soiled diaper back in the trash.

She made sure to wash her hands thoroughly before attending dinner.

* * *

June 1st, 2023, Council Bluffs, Iowa, Earth

Jan Tinbergen desperately needed a smoke, which was inconvenient for her as she had quit smoking six months before. She was an assistant manager for a big box retail store, and today had been a nightmare. The store’s primary manager was out all week on ‘training’, and the morning truck had brought her team a present. In addition to the usual assortment of home accessories and clothes, this batch also included Christmas decorations, Christmas cards, Christmas silverware, plates, and table linen. Even a couple Christmas pillows for their bedding section.

Now she was scrambling to rearrange entire aisles to fit the new holiday themed junk in. This was blowing through her limited allotment of hourly labor while her staff needed to rebuild entire shelves and aisles. It was not even the first day of summer. She was not going to make it another six months to the actual Christmas retail season.

It started as a crack and a thump, and then a thousand clicks of rainfall. In their haste, a couple of her employees had bumped into a glass shelf, knocking it and hundreds of dollars of porcelain onto the floor. She rushed over to the disaster, clicking her shoes atop shards of green-ish blue tinted glass. The two employees just stood in the aisle confused, the young nineteen-year-old ladies bobbling between the shock of the mess before them and if they should continue stocking the shelves.

“Don’t just stand there, go and get a…” Jan’s command did not leave her mouth. A ripple passed over the floor, and glass poured upwards from the ground to reform the shattered pane. The floor was clean, the shelf was intact. She stared at it shocked not noticing the next ripple crash over her.

* * *

June 1^st, 2023, Antofagasta, Chilie, Earth

Janet desperately needed a change, but the presentation she was giving to her new boss was too important. She tried to keep the crinkling of her overstuffed undergarments to a minimum. Janet pointed at her computer monitor, “And when Eee eLL Tee comes online, we should be able to combine our optics here with theirs and use this predictive algorithm to smooth out the missing data.”

Finn came in close to her to get a better look at the screen, “We’d be limited to fairly close objects, right?” She thought she recognized the cologne; it was some brand Oliver had tried on one of their last dates. She shifted her legs under her skirt, rubbing her thighs, causing the wet damp interior to compress against her skin.

“Yes, but overtime the predictive algorithm will improve, and we might be able to work with more distant objects.”

Finn turned and brought his arm around her shoulder as he knelt to the level of her monitors, “This is impressive, you came up with all this by yourself?” This close she had to look down through glasses at his jawline that cut at a strong angle, and across a warm young face with deep black hair. He had a slight accent that hinted of a distant Canadian past.

“Some help, the idea’s been out there for a bit, but I did the final bits of work.” She replied, unaware she was fumbling her legs. It was like a yawn, or cracking her knuckles, something she did without thinking now. Janet tried to force herself to hold it. Her breath shortened and her teeth clenched. Not right now! Not this close to another person!

It did not matter. She drenched the overwhelmed garments, and both he and she could hear the roaring sprinkler she had created. When it overwhelmed the leak guards, the urine stained the inside of her skirt and left a small puddle that quickly absorbed into the chair. The smell was identifiable almost immediately.

Finn pulled away, confused. He watched Janet’s face turn red, and she watched a twisted mirror of a reaction on his, Finn’s face twisting with disgust.

There was one last ripple. Janet braced herself, but this one passed over her.

It was over two decades ago, and Finn was fourteen. He was certain the rest of the house was asleep; he turned the channel on his personal television to Cinemax, making sure to keep the volume to nearly mute.

“Oh Mr. Rupert, you’ve been one naughty stuffy. Or maybe I’m a naughty little girl.” The blond-haired actress was nude except for the thick white diaper. Below her padded genitals she was slowly rubbing against a large brown teddy bear, guiding it up and down with one hand, the other teasing at her own exposed nipples and breasts, as she masturbated on the bed.

Back in the present Finn’s face turned from horror to delight. His grin grew from ear to ear, and he came back close to her again. Janet watched his face shift, him eyeing her now with all the attention he had given her presentation.

She cast her eyes down, “I’m sorry I think I need to…”

Finn pushed her uncertainty and apprehensiveness away, “Janet, you might be the most fascinating person I’ve ever met, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to join me for dinner tonight?”