Crinkly Karma Pt 1

“Fuck I’m gonna be late!” 


Roger exclaimed as he was attempting to weave through the shoulder to shoulder crowds making their way in and out of the subway station. He was naive to believe it was going to be fast and easy getting to the heart of downtown for a job interview at 8AM. The sidewalks were packed with hundreds of thousands of people just trying to get where they were going. It was a hot summer's morning, the waves of dry heat combined with the button shirt and sports jacket was making Roger sweat beyond belief. The diaper under his pants was not helping with that predicament, but he had no choice. 


Just a couple days prior Roger underwent prostate surgery to remove a cancerous tumor, making diapers required for the healing process. Although he was hoping to get to rest at home while he healed to save some embarrassment from having to wear diapers outside of the house, an unexpected, but needed, phone call resulted in Roger snagging an interview for the job of his dreams. Unfortunately for him his chronic need to stay up late and his repetitive irresponsibility resulted in leaving to the interview 20 minutes later than he should have. 


This was nothing new to the people that knew Roger personally, he had an infamous reputation for laziness, rudeness, irresponsibility, and just overall unawareness of how his actions adversely affected the people around him. Unbeknownst to him, all of his toxic behaviors were about to bite him in the ass, big time. As he frustratingly attempted to weave through the crowds, his short fuse, predictably, got the better of him. Roger began discourteously and harshly shoving his way through the waves of pedestrians. Multiple people gave him disgusting looks, dramatically threw their hands in the air, and even threw out comments like “Rude!”, “Asshole!”, and “Watch where you’re going!”. Finally he made it to a brief section of the crowd that was less populated, providing a brief reprieve. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he briskly weaved through the few people there before he made it to the next blob of people. 


Just before he made it to his next obstacle he made blunt contact with a woman walking in the opposite direction. His shoulder hit hers with such force it knocked her to the ground. Roger stopped, looked down, and made eye contact with the startled woman, at that moment he felt like his world froze. The woman’s eyes were fiery to say the least, Roger felt the anger irradiating from her stoic stare, like she was viewing directly into his soul, like she knew his every secret all with a single look.


 Without even considering helping her up, Roger broke eye contact, and pushed himself into the awaiting crowd of people, eager to get to his job interview before it was too late. A couple bystanders witnessed the incident and quickly came to the woman’s aide, helping her to her feet. After assuring them she was fine and an ambulance wasn’t necessary, she sidestepped onto a nearby patio to contemplate the jaw-dropping situation she just experienced. She considered herself an understanding person, but she knew she had the ability to teach that asshole a valuable lesson he’ll never forget.


 Without hesitation she slipped her hand through her jacket and grasped the talisman that was hanging around from her necklace. Grasping tightly she began to chant under her breath, visualizing the man that pushed her to the ground as clearly in her mind as possible. Her chanting intensified, pupils briefly rolling into the back of her head. A couple moments passed before she stopped. Her eyes rolled back into place and the strange chant subsided. With a pleasing smirk on her face, she disappeared into the crowd, eagerly looking forward to her new project.  


Down the street Roger was approaching his destination, the skyscraper was a marvel of human engineering, piercing the sky with unbelievable beauty and height. As he approached the glass doorway into the building he felt a sweeping rush of wind hit him, crawling up his back and sending chills across his body. He paused for a moment and put his palm to the side of his head, not relishing the sudden headache and chills. The feeling quickly subsided, so he shook it off and hurried into the building. 


Standing in the elevator, Roger was desperately wiping the sweat from his forehead and praying that there weren’t sweat marks visible on his suit. About halfway to his desired floor he felt a twinge in his stomach, then again lower near his bladder. Much like his earlier chills and headache, he brushed the unusual feeling off as nerves and rushed out of the elevator and into the office. Finally he arrived at his destination, approaching the receptionist desk with confidence. Before the lady could even speak he blurted out “I have an interview with Mr.Jenson. The name is Roger.” 


“Sir, your interview was scheduled for 20 minutes ago.” 


“Yes, I apologize, I was making my way out of the subway and saw a woman hurt on the ground, I was late because I was helping her up making sure she was ok.”


 The lie didn’t even phase him. He had spent so much time manipulating people with lies to understand why he should feel bad for it. Fortunately for him the woman bought his story. 


“Ok, let me see what I can do.” 


Roger stood stoically, deep breathing to regain his composure and mentally prepare for this interview. He was prepped and ready to say whatever lie the guy needed to hear to believe that Roger was the best candidate for the job. 


“Umm… Mr, uh your… uh.” 


Roger turned around, irritated that a random stranger would interrupt his mental prep. Behind him stood a woman in a pantsuit who clearly worked at the office. Roger was too caught up in his own little world to even read her clearly concerned facial expression.


 “What do you want?!” He snapped at her. 


Then, realizing her gaze was not meeting his eyes, but rather downward, Roger looked at his pants. To his utter horror there was a dark circle on the carpet where he was standing, and although it was hard to see on his black pants, he realized his pants were absolutely soaked. He stood in a frozen panic, stuttering “What the fuck?!” and “But I.. how…”. By now the entire office of 40-50 people were all staring at the stranger in the lobby that clearly unloaded his very full bladder into his pants, unaware he was wearing a leaking diaper.


After a couple moments of bewilderment, Roger angrily rushed down the hallway into a family restroom, locking the door behind him. He quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles to reveal a shocking discovery. To his utter bewilderment and embarrassment, the diaper he was in was completely full and terribly leaking. Roger was so confused, since the surgery he was having trouble holding his bladder, but he always felt the urge to pee and could feel when he was peeing. In the midst of Roger fumbling in a desperate attempt to wrap his head around how he overflowed his diaper without even knowing he was peeing, a voice appeared out of nowhere.


“Looks like someone had an accident”


 Roger looked around in a dazed panic, there was nobody else in the bathroom. He cracked the door and gazed into an empty hallway. Chalking it up to his imagination, he approached the restroom mirror to get a better look at the damage. To his shock and horror there was a woman’s face staring back at him, almost as though she was inside the mirror. He took a quick step back, and fell to the ground because of the pants at his ankles. 


“What the fuck is going on?!” 


The ethereal face in the mirror looked down and made eye contact with him. Roger looked into the fiery pupils and the revelation hit him like a train. 


“You’re that chick I bumped into this morning.”


 She didn’t even acknowledge that he spoke to her, she stared in amazement at the pathetic man, as if waiting for him to do a trick. 


“I said, What the fuck is going o.. “ 


“Shush.” 


With a single word Roger was silenced, and as hard as he tried he couldn't even open his mouth to speak. He made his way to his feet, putting his fingers on his lips trying to pry his mouth open. 


“You will speak when I am done here. You belong to me now, and you will amuse me and accept your punishments until I decide I am done with you. Enjoy the changes I’ve made to your life, there's more to come. Oh! I almost forgot, you’ll need to make your way home before anyone notices the smell.”


 She winked at Roger as her face de-materialized, leaving him looking at his reflection, dumbfounded. Thankfully he was now able to open his mouth again, out of all the panic he should be feeling his only thought was “What did she mean by the smell?” 


As if on queue, Roger doubled over grasping his stomach with both arms, in sudden pain. Before he could comprehend what he was feeling, his worst nightmare came true. He immediately felt a torrent of smelly mush make its way into the seat of his soaked diaper. He was helplessly shitting himself and there was nothing he could do about it. After what felt like ten minutes of intense messing followed by a wave of farts, Roger lost it. He screamed in rage, kicking the wall and slamming his fists onto the restroom counter in anger. He looked up in the mirror to make eye contact with his reflection. He could feel the cold wetness on his groin and down his legs, and was uncomfortably aware of the massive warm load in the seat of his diaper. As the putrid smell of the mess he made hit his nose all he could think about was the mysterious woman's words. 


“There’s more to come.”