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A day in the life of an alternate world
by Aesudel
Summary
A world where men are rare and toilets are rarer. This fic follows a woman's day trip into the city to run some errands meet her friend and generally try to have a nice day out. There will be diapers. People will poop in their pants. It's a fet fic, it's kinda gross.
Inspired by the many fetish works I've read over the years, notably; Nanos Enchantment by Takumi 41, Martian Mores by RedHatter76, and littlenappygirl's works.
Hopefully I'm going to write some more fics in this AU. but I'd like to get this one finished first. Honestly I've put far too much work into world building outside of the story and don't want it to go to waste. Please feel free to comment any criticisms of the writing style, or questions about the AU I'll try to be as active as I can.
Thanks for reading.
Out and About
Your alarm blares at you again. You lean over to silence it, grabbing your phone from your bedside table fumble desperately at the screen until the snooze button gives you peace. You roll back onto your belly and relax and begin returning to the land of dreams. Your bladder pangs at you and let it have its way warm liquid running along your skin, until the damp padding at the front of your nappy soaks it all up.
Your sluggish mind begins to process its situation and you remember you have plans today. You have lots to do actually. You groan at the unfairness of it all and reach out to get your phone and check the time. 07:30 is plastered in stylish white letters over a picture of a trio of tabby kittens staring with violent intent at a hanging toy.
You sit up in bed and think through your plans. The book Nicole recommended sits finished on your reading chair. You have to return that today before 12:00. Best to do that first you think. You also wanted to see the new exhibits at the art museum in town and take a look at the science museum. You've arranged to meet Molly for lunch at a new restaurant today as well. you're sure there's more to do but your belly rumbles demandingly and your priorities change.
Flipping open your bed covers you sit on the side of your bed in an oversized T-shirt and your wet plain pink overnight. You rub the sleep from your eyes and roll your head. A yawn creeps up and emerges as you raise your arms and bend yourself every which way as you stretch. You stand up and stretch some more leaning side to side and front to back, as your muscles get ready for the day you notice a cool sensation around your nappy as air gets to your slightly damp skin. You roll your shoulders then gently press the front of your nappy, wet but not soaked, it can handle until you shower.
Grabbing your phone, you lazily wander along the hall and into the kitchen. As you walk you open up Youtube and set a VOD of a streamer playing silent hill to listen to as you fix tea and breakfast. You fill the kettle at the sink and set it boiling as you grab a mug and add a heaped teaspoon of sugar and a teabag to the bottom. The rumble of the kettle and the rambling voice of the streamer fill your ears as you grab the last blueberry muffin from the cupboard and make yourself a bowl of rice krispies. You open the fridge to grab the milk and notice how bare the shelves are looking, another thing to do today, pick up some groceries. Taking out the half empty milk bottle you finish making your cereal and placing a spoon in the bowl just in time for the kettle to finish boiling for your tea.
You stop the VOD and switch to a nuzlocke series you've been watching, and cast it to your tv. You chuck your phone onto the sofa; it skips across the cushions and bounces against an armrest before it comes to a stop. you pick up your tea and carefully carry it to your coffee table and set it down. As you walk over to get your breakfast you feel your insides shift and pass a little gas. Grabbing your bowl of cereal and your muffin you walk back you guts shift again and a weight presses on your bum. With no hesitation, you relax your bum, bend your knees and begin to poo. A firm turtlehead pokes out as you bring your knees together, you give a gentle push for a good few seconds, a small mass finding its way into your nappy expanding between your cheeks. you decide to go sit down and walk over to the sofa and place down your bowl and muffin.
You plant yourself comfortably on the sofa squishing the poop a little more. You lean forward to grab your cereal and pause to let out another softer but bigger log of poo, you grunt a little as you push, feeling the warm mass expand across your bum and let out a little sigh as you finish. The bowl now in hand you roll back onto the sofa, the soft poo spreading up between your bum cheeks and out along them. you lift your legs onto the cushions and lean against the armrest as you watch and eat . Spoon by spoon you empty your bowl, and push by push you empty your bowels as you lounge.
you finish your cereal, grab you tea placing it on your armrest and your cat erica hops up onto the back of the sofa purring as you grab your muffin. You break a piece off your muffin dip in your tea and eat with one hand and stroke the rumbling furry friend behind you with the other.
“You want some food huh?” you baby talk to her.
“Meow,” she replies.
“Ok you little smooth-brain, let me finish my tea first, ok.” you give her head a scratch and she jumps away with a “mrrp,” and a soft thump as she hits the ground.
You pick at your muffin and sip your tea until the episode ends. Your muffin already finished you down the last of your tea and get up. Your nappy sticking to your bum and squishing as you walk over to the kitchen Erica purring and slinking around your legs. You bend down to a lower cupboard, open it and get out a pouch of wet food. As you grab her bowl Erica hops onto the counter, you grab her provoking a disgruntled meow and plop her back on the floor.
“Not yet greedy guts,” you say.
You take her bowl, open the wet food, squeeze it out and place it back on the mat. The patchwork kitty scurries forward and starts munching purring all the while. You glance at your phone clock, 08:02. Time to start getting ready.
You waddle up the hall into your bedroom. You approach your nappy drawers, open the top drawer to grab a daytime nappy. You reach for the neatly arranged piles of padding in various colours and patterns, and pee a little as you take with stylized flowers in pastel blue and yellow on the front and back, an off white background dithered with more blue towards the edges, there's also a yellow wetness indicator running down the centre. You throw your fresh change onto the bed, close that drawer and open the second middle one to get a changing mat out.
As you open the drawer you see one pack of wipes left and realize you forgot to add more wipes to your restock order yesterday. You sigh and note one more thing to pick up today. Thankfully you know you have a full pack in your bag for later today. Grabbing the first changing mat you see, A blue one with teal spots you also take your pot of nappy cream from the top of of the drawers, throw your T-shirt off and into the washing basket, pick up the clean nappy from the bad and plod to the bathroom in just your dirty nappy.
Your poo mushes between your cheeks as you walk into your bathroom, pull on the light, a fan now whirring in the wall, and close the door behind you. You place your nappy, mat, and cream next to the succulent which sits on your bathroom counter. You untape your nappy two tapes at a time, the top the tapes ripping as you take them off and the elasticated wings pulling away as the tension releases. You release the final two tapes and keep hold of the front of the nappy with one hand, the back still stuck to you. You take your other hand, reach around and gently pull it away from your skin and drop it. The soiled garment hits the white tile floor with a thud.
Now naked and soiled, you quickly crouch, ball up the nappy and, taking a thick black nappy bag from your wall dispenser, you bag your dirty pink nappy and throw it into the disposal. stepping into the tiled shower area, you pull the handle and start the shower running. As you wait for the stream of water to warm up you release your bladder a very gentle trickle of pee runs down your legs for and onto the tiles. The gently sloping tile floor drains everything to the grate.
You remove the shower head switch to a high pressure setting and hose down your dirty backside and shaven girly bits. Once the water runs clear you reset the setting and replace the head. Using the products on your metal wire shower caddy you wash and condition your hair before grabbing a sponge and thoroughly scrubbing yourself clean.
You turn off the shower, step out onto the floor mat and grab a floral scented towel off the radiator rack and wrap up your hair. You dry off your body quickly with another clean towel off the rack returning it when you're done.
You lay out your mat on the floor, pick up your nappy and cream and lie down on the mat. The soft fabric and padding of the mat keeps your naked body away from the cold tiles as you open up your nappy, fluffy the padding and place it under your bum. You pop the lid on the tub of nappy cream, taking three fingers you carefully scoop out some cream and begin to apply it to your nappy area taking care to make sure to apply it liberally to everywhere it needs to be. Barrier cream applied, you close the front of your nappy and pull the right elastic wing forward, peel the lower tab and stick it to the front. you take the left wing and do the same with the lower tab and then apply the top tabs, left then right. you make some final adjustments to the fit before you run your finger along the gussets making sure the leak guards are properly in place. Nappy securely in place you stand and fold up your mat, closing and picking up the cream as you do.
Hair turban and nappy the only thing on, you walk back to your bedroom and replace the mat and cream. You take off your head towel and drape it over your chair and tie up your wet hair with a bobble from on top of your drawers. You grab a comfy bra from your bottom drawer, put it on and walk to your wardrobe. Opening it up, you ponder briefly before taking a cream loose fitting top with a cartoon cat print on the front and a pair of simple black skinny jeans. You step into your jeans and pull them up over your nappy with a distinct rustle, and then throw on your top.
You walk back to the bathroom and take your head towel with you, placing it back on the rack. you take your bath robe and put it on. You apply some makeup, going for a simple natural look. You quickly finish with mascara and nude lipstick. and start drying and styling your hair.
Your wavy blonde hair now dry, you go put on some deodorant, a little floral perfume. Then you slip on a pair of black socks and pick out and put on some comfy worn black vans with white laces. Whilst you are in your room you grab the book you need to return and your phone. You put on a dark blue light overcoat and pick out your favourite simple white tote bag. Dropping your book into the bag and slipping your phone in your jeans pocket you double check you have everything you need.
Purse, keys, phone, yep. Changes? only one. you grab another three plain pampers from the stack on the hall table and pop them in your bag. wipes? yes plenty. Ok, you have the book already. That's everything. you check the time once more before you leave for the underground. 8:59 time to go.
You sling your bag onto your shoulder and grab your keys out of your coat pocket. leave the flat, lock the door behind you checking the handle before you leave and head down the stairs to the path. turning left you start down the path. As you approach the first turn Nicole and her scotty dog Sunny come around the corner.
"Oh! Hey Lily." Nicole beams as she greets you.
“Hi Nicole, how are you?” you ask as you hug warmly.
“I'm doing ok, how have you been finding that book I recommended?” she asks as you break your embrace with her and crouch down to say hi to Sunny.
“I actually finished it last night,” you pause for a moment to baby talk Sunny and give her head scratches
Standing up again you continue “I really loved how that murder plot thread resolved right near the end in such a satisfying yet surprising way I had forgotten all about it with all the worrying over the artifact.”
“I know right!” She replies enthusiastically “That kind of set up, distraction and payoff is one the author's specialties . Are you planning on reading some more of her stuff?”
“Absolutely I'm going to drop this copy off at the library today. and go pick up the next one in the series.”
“Awesome! Beth and I have been watching Star Trek TNG. I know you like it too, but Beth has been badgering me to watch it for months now and I gave in to her.”
an urge to wee crops up and your nappy warms, swelling slightly between your legs as Nicole speaks.
“oh yeah it's awesome, it's such a mixed bag of silliness and stories with serious moral implications. sometimes at the same time. it's not aged amazingly in a lot of ways, but sometimes it hits pretty hard.”
“We're up to season 3 now, it's gotten a lot less silly since season one. Riker is also super cute in her braids now.”
“Beth must have told you about how all the more modern series get braids right?”
“Yeah totally, all through season one whenever there was a little weirdness, or a lot, she'd insist we stick with it until the show gets its braid.”
“Yeah most people think so too, Honestly I usually don't even watch the first season now I've seen it a couple times, there's some later episodes I skip too.”
“Ok I've got to get home now, This little miss is pretty tired” Nicole gestures to Sunny. “And I've got to go and get some groceries today.”
“Yeah I've got lots to do today as well. It was nice catching up."
You embrace again quickly and wave goodbye as you part.
"I'll see you around Lily.”
“See you.”
You walk on, pleased to have had an opportunity to chat with Nicole before you pick up the next book. Passing through the estate at an unhurried pace you take some time to enjoy the weather, cool breeze and blue sky, wispy clouds and the beginnings of fluffy clouds. You pass a black cat sitting on someone's wall and it happily takes a scratch on the head as you go by. The station is still a little way and you take out your headphones and put some music on as you walk. a couple of songs later and you arrive at the station.
The station is on a bridge over a small road, you climb a set of stairs up to the platform, pay for your ticket and sit on a perforated metal bench. You are the only one at the station. you glance up to the time table. The next train is in 8 minutes. You give an impatient sigh, pull out your phone and start up a pinball game you're getting pretty good at. You play pinball for a few minutes, peeing a little as you wait. A young couple climbs the stairs to the platform and sits down a couple of seats down from you, the sounds of the conversation muffled by your earbuds.
The train comes, you stand up as it slowly comes to a stop. It stops and you give a mother and her daughter a way as she steps off the train before you step on. You find a seat in an empty booth across the aisle from another passenger and sit down next to the window, pulling out your phone and unlocking it to play some more pinball. The train Starts moving and you play for a couple minutes before a faint trickle causes you to look up.
You look up at the mostly empty train and realize the trickle is coming from the lady across the way from you. You glance over and see her lifting herself off her seat with her hands , her pee is soaking the back of her jeans and slowly dripping onto the drained seat. Her furrowed brow suggests that peeing isn't her main concern. your curiosity sated you mind your business and get back to playing, barely even acknowledging the smell of poo which eventually reaches you after she relaxes back into her seat.
You arrive at the next station and a few people get on. One lady, a pair of red corduroys walks past you and the smell of strong fruity perfume and a nappy in need of a change buffets your nostrils, before she sits a few seats down from you. You pass a few stations flicking between apps and having a short wee, the train slowly filling upon the way.
At the next station you quickly glance around , it starts to feel quite busy, all of the booths in your carriage have at least one passenger and a few have more. The doors open and a person in. light pink crop and blue jeans with an entrance door closest to you. She looks around quickly and sits down on the opposite side of you in the booth, the diaper peeking out of her jeans rustling as she moves near you.
Another 2 stations pass uneventfully a few people getting on. getting off but before you reach the second to last station on your journey, a soft grunting noise catches your ear. Looking up at the girl opposite she is clearly having a poo as she browses her phone. She leans to one side lifting one side of her bum, her face has reddened a little and her lips are pursed with effort. You go back to scrolling, hearing another couple of grunts and strained noises accompanying the occasional pop of gas and another poopy smell joining the chorus of scents which fill the carriage.
As the train approaches your destination you stand up and join the queue for the door. As you wait for the train to stop, you take a moment to assess your nappy. It feels like it'll be fine for another hour or so. The train comes to a stop and you steady yourself with a handrail. The doors open and you get off the train alongside the other passengers.
The Library
Chapter Summary
Time to get that book dropped off.
Chapter Notes
This is a bit shorter and took a bit longer than I had hoped. Hope you guys enjoy 🙂
You step off , onto the platform. Cool underground air hitting your face with the smell of damp and people as you follow the crowd, passing through the people moving onto the train, and heading towards the escalators.. The sound of conversations and footsteps on the concrete platform echoing off the White and yellow tiled walls. The smell of ozone from the electrified lines dominates the mix and match of deodorant and perfume, undercut with the familiar lingering smell of soiled pants.
You step onto the escalator standing on the right to let people past you. You Get your purse out of your bag as you ride the escalator up, open it up and take out your ticket, and return your purse to your bag. You bring your head up and notice the girl standing a few steps ahead of you on the escalator is wearing barbie pink crocs and black ankle socks, you glance up to see what accompanies this bold fashion statement. She's wearing Black leggings with a diaper bulging underneath, and a white oversize long sleeve with stylish black text down the sleeves. Her Light brown hair hangs down to her upper back. It Honestly kind of works, the pink serving as a nice accent colour.
You wait for the top of the escalator, and step off into the underground ticket hall. Past the small crowd - making their way through the turnstiles you see a handful of people scattered around. A few at the ticket machines and some at a newsagents stall selling snacks and drinks. There's even a slushy machine. You pass through the turnstiles and decide to pick up a drink from the newsagents. You enter the shop and grab both a bottle of Coke and a bottle of water from the fridge head to the cashier, wait for the woman in front to finish, pay and leave.
You make your way to street level. The stairs open up into a plaza with plenty of people bustling about. You pause to get your bearings and crack open the bottle, take a swig and start heading towards the library. It's not too far. You wait for a moment to cross the road running past the square and jog across after a bus passes, leaving an opportunity. Walk on a minute and turn onto a high street, the architecture a wide mix of older and far more modern buildings . In five minutes you turn a corner onto a side street. You walk a little ways, stepping past someone's leavings, and see the modern glass and concrete facade of the four story building, you one last drink, cap the bottle, put it into your bag and head inside.
You pass through the rotating door and onto the white stone tiles of the foyer. You make your way across the barely sloped tile floor over a small drain and to the front desk. As you approach, you take in the receptionist, her dark hair in a bob and she's a wearing tan jacket over a simple white blouse. She's also leaning forward in her chair wit her head down, facing her computer to your left, making a funny face at her keyboard. As you get closer you see her black pants sitting over her padding. You start to smell what she's doing, as well as hear a soft grunt as she strains. She still hasn't noticed you. You get a couple of steps away from the desk when she sighs with satisfaction, and relaxes back into her chair, as she does so her head lifts. A brief look of surprise passes over her as she notices you, replaced by a wide smile and a greeting as she turns to face you.
“Hello, How can I help?”
“Hi,” you reply, smiling back. “I Just have one to return and one to pickup,”
You take the book out of your bag and place it on the desk, then grab your purse to get your library card out.
“Oh, this is one of my favourites. Did you enjoy it?” She asks as she scans the barcode tag and places the book into a yellow plastic basket on top of a pile of other returned books.
“Yeah I did. It honestly took me quite a while to get into it but once I did it was the cause of more than one late night.” You hand her your library card; she scans it and hands it back. You slip the card into your jeans pocket.
“Are you planning on taking out the next one? I can check if we have it in if you want.”
“Yeah I was; could you please?” you reply.
“Of course!" she says as she turns to the computer and starts typing. A second or two goes by as she checks. “Yep it's in. Should be out already so you can just head up and grab it, and I'll sign it out for you.”
“Alright, thanks,”
You turn around and head towards the stairs, the smell of the receptionist fades away to the background. You grab the stainless steel handrail and make your way up. You land on the first floor and start to make your way over to the fiction section. You make your way through the rows of neatly arranged shelves of books until you reach the section you expect to find your book. You scan the shelves for a couple seconds until you spot the book and pluck it gently from the shelf. you head back and pass a dark haired girl stopped on the stairs. She stands eyes distant in a cream hoodie and jeans. she doesn't acknowledge you as you pass. But as you turn on the landing towards the next flight down you hear her start walking again.
You make your way over to the reception desk, and see the receptionist staring intently at her computer screen, typing away. You make eye contact, she smiles, and Scoots her chair a little towards you, and puts out her hand to take the book. You pass it over and pull your card out of your pocket and hand it over as well. She scans the both and hands them to you.
“Here you are, good to go,” She says as you put the book in your bag and put your card back in your purse. "I hope you enjoy it.
“Thank you, I think I will. I'm definitely reading it tonight.” you reply politely “Have a good day.”
“You too!” she says before returning to her business as you turn to leave.
You leave through the rotating glass door back into the noise and warming late morning air. You pause, putting your weight on your right leg, and take the bottle of coke out of your bag. You start peeing as you unscrew the cap, a strong hiss sounding as you do, and take a drink. You feel a slight tickle down below and your padding warming slightly against your thigh, as the cool sweet fizz of the beverage fills your mouth. You mentally plan your route to the art museum. You lower your drink from your lips as your pee tapers off and you begin to walk, your moderately wet padding now squishing a little with each step.
Plan in mind you walk on, taking regular sips from your drink as you go. The area around the library is fairly quiet, most of the buildings are older office buildings and flats. You decide to walk closer to the town centre and make your way from there since you're more familiar with that route. As
. You get onto a high street and a lady in a cream floral pattern dress standing outside a Superdrug catches your eye. You see her bend her knees slightly and, lifting her knee length skirts, she starts emptying her bladder in a messy stream onto the pavement as you pass. You walk on, the sound of her wee splattering on the ground slowly muffled by the sounds of the city. You take a large draught of the slowly flattening coke and she slips from your mind.
You walk past a turn which would take you back to the plaza you arrived at and continue on towards another turn which takes you into another wide street but instead of high street shops the Georgian buildings are occupied mostly by bars and restaurants. A few people sit outside the open restaurants sipping drinks and chatting.
You make another turn onto a side street. A handful of people mill around. One girl steps out of a small local supermarket a few meters ahead of you. She has fiery red hair, a Jade top, a grey long sleeve jacket and a bag in each hand and starts moving ahead of you. You both walk most of the way to the end of the street and she slows slightly. you can't help notice this and look up and see her jeans start to darken. She picks up the pace again leaving a wet trail behind her as she pees. She walks still ahead of you and turns right as she gets to the end of the street, You turn left and walk the final stretch to the museum.
Art or something
Chapter Summary
You reach the "Art Museum" tm, and go see some "Art" tm, some other stuff happens too I guess. Yet more "Art" tm will be "Described" tm next time. Hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The Georgian facade of the museum looms above you as you approach. The Greek style columns adorned with advertisements for the contemporary art exhibition being hosted this month and the next flapping gently in the breeze. You take one last long draught from your bottle of coke, cap the empty bottle and pop it in a public bin. You go to climb the stairs to the double rotating doors at the entrance. As you reach the top of the stairs two women exit from the left set of doors you pass them and enter through the already spinning entrance
You have to push on the worn brass handle a little to fully enter the building. You step into the atrium and your shoes squeak a little on the varnished herringbone wood floor. The is rather small considering the size of the exterior, a small admissions desk is set against the wood panelled back wall with a staff only door. A gift shop is signposted on the right hand side, another sign shows that the exhibits, cafe and changing rooms are to your left. You approach the desk to get your ticket. The receptionist is about your age with dark brown wavy hair hanging to her shoulders in large clear framed glasses.
“Hiya," You say as you approach the desk. "Could I get a ticket to the exhibition please?"
You count out a couple of coins from your purse to pay and place them on the counter with a clack.
“Sure” the receptionist says in a monotone as she quickly counts the coins and hands over a small paper ticket with a handwritten date on a dotted line. “Here you go, You'll need to show the ticket to enter some of the exhibits. There's a member of staff at the entrance checking them, just let them see the ticket and you'll be good to go. The entrance is just over there, permanent exhibits are on the ground floor and the ticketed exhibits are upstairs. Enjoy!”
She points to your right and gives you a quick but unenthusiastic smile as she finishes her well practised speech.
“Thank you,” You say as you head to the entrance.
You pass through a set of, propped open, large ornate wooden double doors and into a hallway going and with a set of marble stairs on your right. You note the public changing room just to the left of you across from the entrance. But the first thing that really catches your eye as you enter is a large cast iron abstract sculpture directly ahead. you pause to admire the swooping amorphous lines of the flame like shape you take a moment to read the placard. It tells the artist's life story and that the piece was commissioned by the local government a decade ago.
A sign post points you down the hall for the permanent pieces and upstairs for the exhibition. you decide to head down the hall and see the rest of the museum first. Your footsteps reverb around the antique hall as you appreciate the other abstract pieces which line the hall. You pass a small cafe and stop to admire a 3 dimensional map of the city rendered in cast metal, protected in a glass display case. you stand there trying to pick out landmarks and places you know and footsteps and a murmur of conversation precede a group of three friends coming into the hallway from the other way. You don't mean to eavesdrop but, it's so quiet that it's impossible not to overhear them softly chatting. You also can't help but smell one of them probably needs to change. As they approach you one of them stops, the other two walk on a step before pausing and turning around.
“Are you poopin' ?” The voice closest to you asks, before a faint but unmistakable grunt comes from a second voice.
You hear that other voice groan again and give a little sigh “Hrrng… Ugh…"then, in a strained tone, they reply “Yeah… Nng…”
“Ok, because I did a poo earlier and the changing room is just here” The first voice says. “So do you want to get changed now or what? I kinda want to change anyway, how about you Laura?”
A third voice speaks up as the smell of poop gets noticeably stronger “We both know you pooped Rosie, but I'm fine right now. I can wait if you two want to go get cleaned up.”
The voice of the girl having a poo pipes up “Nnng… I'm done now, we might as well since it's right here. I'll do you first if you want.”
The voice you assume belongs to Rosie replies “sure, thanks. Let's go then.”
You hear them all walk on down the hallway, a door opens and shuts and all is quiet again. This whole event passes by you as you attempt to find your flat on the miniature city in front of you. You grin to yourself as you finally spot your street and count your way down to your place. You spot Nicole's house as well, realise you could lose the whole day doing this, and decide to move on before you are surprised by the staff telling you it's time to close.
The First room you enter is empty of people but lined with paintings in gilded baroque frames. The wood panelling ends a metre or so above your head, transitioning into a plaster wall painted in a pale cream, a few paintings hug at a higher elevation. The roof is vaulted and arched, painted in the same cream as the wall. Floral scroll work in gold runs along the transition between the wall and roof. A few dark wood chairs, with green cushions, are scattered around against the walls. You spot two door ways, one to your left, the other across the room.
You approach the closest painting and examine it, a candid scene of a low class household is depicted. A woman sits at a table mending some article of clothing while her wife, in trousers and a shirt, sits on a three legged stool tending a fireplace. The background is barely lit while the two women are bathed in the fire's warm glow. You read the placard and read “Evening work, Catherine Prescott, 1858." The rest of the paintings are similar depictions of everyday life, with varying subjects and tone. A group of washerwomen at work, a snowy city street, A woman sweeping the floor of a tailors shop.
You stop at a large canvas rendering a servant changing her lady's nappy. The Scene is from a side of viewpoint. The wealthy woman is shown lying serenely on an ornamented but sturdy looking changing table, her fine dress and layers of petticoats rolled up piling above their waist. The servant bends down, her face partially obscured, dropping the wet cloth into a large pail highly decorated with flowers and song birds.
You decide to move on, leaving by the door across from the one you entered from. You pass into the next room, decorated and adorned with works much like the last. A woman in blue jeans and tan jacket browses through the array of landscapes within, scribbling in a burgundy bound notebook. You make your way around the works particularly enjoy a set of impressionist countryside scenes in bright blues greens and yellows. Another piece depicting the city during the early 1920s catches your attention. You spend a few minutes admiring the dull grey and brown tones capturing the smog of industry, an amazing depth of detail and realism comes through despite the limited palette.
The next room extends to your left in a longer rectangular shape than the near square previous rooms. This time the room contains a large range of subjects but all in a realistic and highly detailed style. The shorter wall to your left has several paintings depicting military scenes, A naval battle, a Column of soldiers in red uniform carrying muskets with long spiked bayonets, marching through a camp, and nurses tending to wounded women in a busy hospital tent. All dated from before 1840. The Far wall are large portraits, some ladies in fine frocks, others in suits, and a handful in uniforms. The close wall is mostly still life pieces, food flowers and scenes of nature dominate. A few works depict common household objects, and one in particular is a set of duelling pistols and accessories set out neatly on a wooden table. You flit between each side of the room making your way down.
About half way down the room an urge to wee nags, and you let go, but as you walk across the room to the next painting your nappy feels pretty soggy. you decide to change before you head to the exhibit upstairs. You move down the room pausing before each piece, and as you approach the end and the door to the next room, your nose picks up a familiar smell. A woman enters through the door you plan to leave through and starts to browse herself. You pass her and move on to the following room.
This room appears to be the last on this floor, you can see into the room you started in. There's no one else there with you. The walls are dedicated to photography, but in the centre of the room are a row of secure display cases. You start with the display cases, each one contains some very beautiful pieces of jewellery, silver and gold, rubies and sapphires, even a beautiful necklace with a rabbit of emerald in a running pose. The last case you look into has a gorgeous piece of amber worked into a rounded oval on a fine gold chain.
You turn from the cases and peruse the photographs displayed in the walls. The works of one artist are a vast array of smaller frames holding photographs of local wildlife, from common weeds to beautiful flowering bushes, to birds, rabbits and macro shots of insects. Another set of works are a set of landscapes. Another's works are grey scale portraits of women in stark lighting and loose robes of cloth, the high contrast lighting gives their stern expression a striking intensity. You linger perhaps a little too long on the one nude in the set, before your wet nappy starts to itch a little, you shuffle in discomfort and decide that you've seen enough for now, it's time to get a change.
You pass through the first room and back into the hallway. You pass by the empty cafe and turn into the changing rooms, the heavy door swinging open as you push. You enter into a slightly run down, tiled floored room with a sink and mirror. A strong smell of commercial cleaning products struggles to mask the distinct smell of a public changing room. You turn and lock the heavy wooden door behind you, then turning the mechanism, you hear it engage with a “shuck”.
A wall mounted plastic changing table sits on the back wall, a large plastic nappy bin in the corner next to it. You put your bag down on the table and start taking out your things. Clean nappy, wipes and a plastic bag for disposal now placed on the table, you pick up your fresh nappy and unfold it and give it a little fluff before you place it back on the table ready to put on. You unbutton and unzip your jeans and pull them down to your knees exposing your wet pamper. You pop open the plastic on the wet wipes before you start to undo your nappy. Right side then left side you take of the velcro tabs on the elasticated wing of your nappy care fully lowering it and popping it onto the table. You then take a wipe from the pack and wipe front to back, making sure to be thorough, and then put the used wipe into the open wet nappy on the table. You take another wipe and do a second pass more generally over your skin before disposing of it in the same way. Your skin now clean you take the clean pamper, bend your knees to make a little more space, pull it between your legs and lift it into place. You stick the bottom right tape, then the left one, using the printing to estimate the fit. You follow up with the top tabs, adjust the fit a little, and start running your fingers along the leak guards making sure they're properly in place. Your new nappy now secure, you pull up your pants and fasten them. Then you ball up and tie up your dirty nappy, open up the nappy bag and drop it in. You give the bag a quick twist and tie it off, before dropping it into the bin, recoiling a little from the blast of bad smells that hit you as it opens. you pop your wipes back into your bag, go wash your hands, then sling your bag over your shoulder and head out to the hall.
Chapter End Notes
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Chapter 4
Chapter Summary
Less "art"tm than expected to the unexpected and completely unpredictable passing of time.
Chapter Notes
Sorry this one took so Long, I got distracted by other projects and life in general. This one is a little shorter, but I hope you enjoy anyway.
You Pass into the hallway Turn Right and head upstairs to the Exhibition. The stairs are a pale black streaked marble With a worn Carpet Protecting them. you place your hand gently on the cool stone handrail as you climb. as you reach the landing space looking up at the walls adorned with various portraits. You stop to read the information about them, learning that they are portraits of various wealthy people from a huge range of the city's history from Tudor ladies to Victorian merchants and business women, all either patrons of the museum or their relatives.
Finished browsing the portraits you Push through a set of Double sets of fire doors and into a small room with another set of doors, with a Dark haired woman , who is a good bit taller than you, dressed in Black Cargo pants and a black shirt. She has a Security badge and a Radio on her belt. A strong odor of Poop fills the small room, a dark patch in the carpet in the corner where she was standing before she steps up to you. You Look up, make eye contact and look down again, only then seeing the dark stains down the security woman's pants. The source of the smell, now obvious. She politely asks you for your ticket. slightly intimidated by the tall security lady, you fumble in your pocket for the ticket for a slightly awkward amount of time before you hand it to the guard . She checks it over and hands it back to you, telling you to go ahead. She steps back to her corner and leans lazily against the wall.
You push the double doors and enter into a short hallway. It Appears the layout of the top floor is pretty similar to the bottom floor. There are staff only doors lining this hallway instead of facilities though. You see a sign pointing the way to the exhibition and you make your way there. You take a step through the first set of doors into the exhibition hall and are hit with a riot of color adorning the walls. You take a moment to get your bearings. The walls are adorned with abstract paintings with a variety of colors and shapes, You start going anti clockwise and admiring the works. As you make your way around, you start to realize a lot of these paintings aren't so much interested in the shapes or patterns on the canvas but in the colors themselves, some pieces almost shimmering from a distance, but up-close you can see the subtle changes in color and the texture of the dried paint creating that effect.
In the next room there is another museum goer admiring the paintings. This room has a lot more geometric abstract works, From Grid like patterns constructed from straight lines to almost optical illusions formed by fractal patterns. The first painting you take in is a Small piece in Muted colors showing a circular area filled with a repeating pattern shrinking and distorting in a regular way as it reaches the edge of the circle.
You take a couple of steps towards the next painting and start taking in the smooth color transitions across its abstract geometric patterns, when you are startled by a loud hollow sounding fart, followed by the conspicuous wet mushy sound of someone filling their pants. You instinctively glance over your shoulder and see another lady shimmying her hips back and forth slightly, apparently trying to get comfortable. A little embarrassed by how much you were startled you return your focus to the art. You Make your way through the exhibition. The other woman staying slightly ahead of you, The smell pervading from her bum is not too unpleasant but definitely strong. You take your time looking through the exhibition but nothing really speaks to you except a few of the more regular geometric works. but you don't find yourself truly offended by any of the pieces. about halfway through the exhibition you realize you have to meet Molly in about 30 mins, You hadn't expected to spend so much time here and decide to be a little more selective in which works you look at, eventually you get through the Exhibition, A little disappointed, both because you didn't really feel like you fully understood much of what was there, and because you spent so much time downstairs and so had to leave without seeing everything.
You make your way out and step out into the daylight, and down the stone steps to the street. Feeling the Sun hitting your face with warmth, you take out your bottle of water and take a swig. Turning back towards the city center you go back the same way you came. As you reach the end of the street where the museum is, you cross the road and turn right into the side street with the Small supermarket. a short haired woman in cargo pants and a black, white and orange flannel shirt passes you coming the other way. As you pass a faint scent of poop mixed with their deodorant lingers.
Paying her no mind you head on, passing the same bars and restaurants as on the way to the museum. As you walk towards a fancy café, you see one table being cleaned up by a waitress, placing dirty cups and rubbish onto a tray. A wet patch sits underneath each of a pair of unoccupied metal chairs at the table. As you pass by the table the waitress has already cleared the table and headed inside, the puddles the only remaining evidence the table was occupied.
When you reach the end of the street you head across to the opposite side of the High Street and stick to the building side as you walk downhill. You pass Busy shops with people going in and out. A Pair of women turn into the High Street from a side street directly ahead of you. They stop at the corner and the taller of the two drops her black leggings and underwear and starts having a wee. You pass them, noticing the drying patches on the inside of the shorter women's light blue skinny jeans. Eventually reach the plaza, The Café you're planning to meet Molly is still another 10 minutes walk in the same direction so you cross the plaza to another street, smaller than the High Street but still lined with shops and businesses of all kinds.
You head on past the newsagents, charity shops and hairdressers, as you walk. As you walk a lady in a white dress with large pink floral patterns walking ahead of you steps out of the way of traffic, stands with her legs slightly apart and lets her bladder go, the sound of it splattering growing then shrinking, as you approach and pass her.
you keep walking and a couple minutes later another woman in dark jeans and a white tank top, stops in the middle of the street a couple of meters ahead of you. She bends into a half squat as people weave around her, her back arched over as she leans forward revealing the waistband of her nappy peeking out of the top of her jeans. As you approach you see her visibly shaking with strain as she pushes her poop into her nappy. You pass her and turn off onto the street where you are going to meet Molly.