The Fountain of Youth - Chapter 7 (Finale)

I started to help change Karisa’s dirty diaper and she was surprisingly not opposed to it. It was gross, and I was very uncomfortable doing it, but I wiped her clean quickly and taped her up into a new diaper. The remaining time we had on the plane I spent keeping Karisa awake, and thinking about what could happen if Tony couldn't reverse the effects. 

I thought of myself messing my own diaper, completely without control and stinking up my apartment at home. I thought of regressing so far I couldn't even remember who I was, or losing all my memories as my brain regressed to a childlike state. Karisa was on that path, she looked to be 18 instead of her 28 year old self, but she was expressing the characteristics of a toddler. 

“Nicole let me sleeeeep” She would whine in a babyish voice, and I started talking down to her like she was a child. 

“You can’t sleep, otherwise you might wake up even smaller” I said, in a way that you would speak when explaining something to a toddler. She didn't like my answer and pouted. 

After a few hours, we were back on home soil. Tony practically ran to the car and I followed, holding Karisas hand. I was exhausted and starting to fight off sleep myself, but the journey from the airport to the lab was not long. 

“Uh oh…” Karisa said quietly, and I looked to her to see her looking down to her crotch. 

“Are wetting your diaper Karisa?” I asked nicely. She nodded and looked sad. I reached out my hand to grab hers when I also started to feel the rush of warm pee flooding into my diapers. The lack of warning was still strange and unsettling, but I kept a straight face as to not give any indication to Karisa I was wetting myself too. 

“We’re here” Tony said, and we came to a stop outside the Lab. It was late and everyone had already left for the day, but Tony had a key to get in. However, I was relieved it was so late; no one there to see how embarrassing Karisas and mines situation was. 

With thick and wet diapers sagging between our legs, we hustled to Tony’s lab and he put us both on a table. Then, he frantically started going through his supplies looking for ingredients to mix to make his antidote. 

“It's going to take about 20 minutes to mix together the cure, but it’s going to use all the fountain water we have…” Tony explained. 

“At this point, that’s a good thing. No one else needs to experience this” I said. 

“Well after this, I’m going back to collect more.”

“What?!” I said, surprised and angry, “This stuff cannot escape this lab. It's a toxin Tony.” 

“Yes but if I have a cure, then there is no worries. This could cure death, old age, anything Nicole. Its biological time travel. This is my big break, OUR big break!” 

I looked at him with such disgust, my mouth wide open. 

“I can’t believe you. After all these years I thought I knew you, but no. You’re just like everyone else Tony. I have nothing for you but shame.” I said, raising my voice. 

“Shame? Says the girl in a wet diaper.” He spit back. That was the last straw. I grabbed his shirt and with surprising strength pushed him against the wall. Karisa turned her head to hide. 

“Just. Fucking. Fix us.” I said quiet and threatening. The look on his face said he wasn't expecting me to act so violently, but I had had enough. I let him go and he fixed his shirt, then went back to his work. Karisa was still scared, so I went over and hugged her. 

“I should tell you both straight up... you won't be fixed immediately” Tony said.

“What do you mean?” I questioned, “You said it was a cure.”

“This will kill the virus that's currently regressing you, but it will not reverse the effects. That will have to happen over time, if at all. It will be like aging all over again” he explained. I was disappointed, but the science of it did make sense. 

“Will I still have to wear diapees?” Karisa said softly. Tony turned around to answer.

“Yes, and I don't know if that will ever go back to normal. Your bladder and bowels took the most direct hit from the virus, so if it does come back it will be longer than the length it will take for you to return back to your regular physical features.” 

He looked at me too, as to answer that question for both of us. In that moment I really noticed the wet diaper between my legs. I didn't want to accept it, but I was going to be in diapers for a long time, if not forever. All this for a quick dip in some water. 

Tony finished up the mixture and sucked it into two needles. He firstly took it to Karisa, who started to cry and hid her head in my chest in fear. I hugged her head and soothed her, while Tony stuck the needle in and quickly pushed in the fluid. Then it was my turn. Tony avoided eye contact and grabbed my arm. The prick of the needle hurt going in, and I winced. 

Then it was done. I sighed and looked at my chest to see if something would change. I knew it wouldn't, but I was mildly hopeful. I grabbed Karisas hand and lead her outside to the car waiting for her. We both got in, and that was the last I saw of Tony for a long time. 

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One Year Later

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Karisa and became very close, in fact she brought me onto her team as a “consultant” which was a glorified way of saying “I want to pay my friend to hang out with me all day”. She has continued her modeling career and her youthful appearance has done her very well. For a while she avoided having anyone finding out about her diapers, but on one day the wind blew up her shirt in front of a paparazzi that got the story of his lifetime. 

He tried to blackmail her, asking for money in exchange for not releasing the picture. She came to me and asked what to do, and together we decided not to hide, but to embrace it. 

Karisa became the first incontinent supermodel ever. She normalized diaper wearing, and in many cases women were wearing diapers as a fashion statement, not even because they needed it. 

It wasn't before long that Tony came out of the shadows publicly claiming to be the one who made Karisa youthful and incontinent. He offered up his procedure to give people the same treatment she got...for a price. Women lined up outside the lab awaiting their trendy life change, and I stormed into the lab one day demanding answers from Tony. 

Turns out, he’d changed...a little bit. Yes he was cashing in on the fountain water, but not to his initial intention. He had created a serum which removed bladder and bowel control and gave youthful looking skin without regressing the person. I rolled my eyes and walked away, a crinkle still in my step.