A Glitch in The Matrix

Regina had lived her life to a very strict schedule that her job kept her on. She had every minute of her life planned out and this morning, like every other workday, started with her morning iced coffee. It was the same every morning: a regular iced coffee with oat milk and honey. But today, her schedule was halted just the tiniest bit because a small urgent matter that needed attending to.

She really had to pee.

She unzipped her business skirt and tugged down her pantyhose and underwear and did her business in the coffee shop's public restroom.

As she relieved herself in the lavatory, Regina felt like something was different. At first she dismissed it as just a mild anxiety from this unexpected deviation in her carefully planned schedule, but dread started to overwhelm her as though the world itself didn't feel right anymore. Or maybe it never was, and she was just starting to realize it.

If she had just gotten her morning coffee, everything will be fine.

She scrambled to put her clothes back on and flushed the toilet, washing her hands in the sink briefly before strutting out.

She opened the door from the women's restroom, but everything was different.

The coffee shop had changed completely. In fact, there was no coffee to be found.

The line of young adults waiting to make their orders were all dressed differently. They were all dressed in pastel colors and in t-shirts, denim overalls, full-body pajamas, sundresses, little sailor suits and all sorts of absurd wear.

One girl -- a blonde with her hair up in pigtails and a pink dress that made her look like a child's doll -- stuck a thumb in her mouth and crouched down, almost to a sitting position, as she grunted with all her might. As she bent over, her barely knee-high skirt hiked up a little to show off her puffy underwear, which suddenly hung as though something had dropped in it. Then the added weight in her underwear caused her to fall backwards, sitting in the mess she'd made. She didn't seem to mind, or even notice what she had just done, as she was content to suck her thumb.

"W-Wha? What's going on?!" Regina suddenly regained her voice.

She looked down at herself and realized that she was no longer in her business attire. Regina was in her own pink t-shirt, but she wasn't even given the dignity of a skirt. Instead, she was barefoot, the weight of her own diaper, the whole thing yellow to the point of leaking, between her legs.

"Gotcha!"

Regina squeeled in shock as she felt a pair of enormous hands grab her from under her pits.

Carrying her was an enormous woman, at least twice Regina's size.

"Hey Ray-Ray," the giant woman cooed. "Did someone have an accident?"

"Accident? Who the Hell are you? Why am I dressed like this?"

"Uh oh," said the giant woman. "Looks like someone didn't have their morning num-nums. Let's get you out of that nasty thing and fill up that empty tummy."

"I'll take care of that last part," said a different giant woman, who Regina recognized as a giant version of her usual barista, busy handing out baby bottles to the line of other infantilized adults.

As the first giant woman strapped her down onto a giant changing table and undid the tapes of her diaper, the second one stuffed the rubber nipple of one of the bottles into her mouth. The creamy milk-like substance squirted into her mouth and she couldn't stop herself from swallowing it as she felt something cold wipe her bottom.

Regina took a large swig of her coffee and all of her anxiety melted away.

She knew her job wasn't going anywhere and she took a moment to enjoy her morning beverage.

She took a look at her large cup and realized that she doesn't actually remember buying it.

In fact, the last thing she remembered was going to the bathroom at the coffee shop, and the next thing she knew she was walking with an iced coffee in her hands.

She stared at the cup, suddenly growing uneasy by this gap in her day.

Maybe she should cut down on her caffeine.

It might be messing with her head.