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    Disclaimers: Found this on DLsite (https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ392114.html), one of very few actual omutsu ADVs out there. There is an official English translation planned but I was sick of waiting for it, so I parsed it through an automatic machine translator and this is the result. If you're unaccustomed to reading subtitles or vns that have that MTL flavor of jank to them you might have a bad time, but you can usually get the general idea. I'd have put more effort into polishing up the translatioin a bit going in there by hand and making the sentences flow better, but I figured there wasn't much point with the official translation on the way. Someone else can upload that one if they want, I don't really have the desire to do it myself. There is implied messing but no actual scat scenes (it happens just out of frame.) Synopsis: Ichika Houjou is a pharmaceutical student trying to pay her way through college. When she hears her friend just did a job making ¥300,000 in just a couple weeks it sounds too good to be true. She discovers that there's a website where people will pay good money for short-term roleplay partners, and hesitantly accepts to meet a woman named Hinata Komano. Little does she know the kind of roleplay Hinata is looking for is a lot more than she bargained for. Follow Ichika down a path of regression and humiliation with forced diapering and plenty of omorashi. Link to official English Version (set to release late october 2022) https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/announce/=/product_id/RJ395300.html Also there's a Chinese version: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ399946.html
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  2. Satoshi centered himself. The café had become far more quiet lately as he'd told many of the customers who came only for Seri that she was on leave. It was true in a way. He'd determined to not transform into her again if he could help it. It was difficult. He'd cut out from his life anything that might trigger arousal, and was going on nearly a month now as just himself. He employed meditation and deep breathing techniques, taking firm hold of his emotions and not letting his thoughts wander. He long thrown out his collection of eroge. Even before when he was transforming frequently he hadn't wanted them anymore. They'd been primarily a side dish for masturbation, something Satoshi couldn't do without becoming Seri and Seri hadn't found their contents particularly arousing. Because he hadn't masturbated as a man in so long he didn't find it that hard to give it up. He was getting older and his libido wasn't very strong these days anyway, if he didn't feed it. He'd only gotten so deep into those games in the first place out of boredom and then habit, he didn't need them. Yet now he lived in constant fear that the desire was still there hiding somewhere in his subconscious. He got on with his daily life, but there was that secret worry always eating at him. Then suddenly he was Seri again. She couldn't quite remember when the transformation had happened. She hadn't gotten aroused had she? She was wearing a thick diaper, not locked this time, but something about it was different. It was more... poofy. Frilly, perhaps? In addition to having a colorful pink design it seemed the edges had decorative ridges that overall added to the childish look of it. It seemed to be intentionally made to make her seem younger. Oddly it didn't frighten her in the slightest. In fact she smiled dopily upon seeing it and gleefully began filling it with the pee she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. Satoshi bolted upright with a start. A pool of urine was collective under him, and with a shock he realized that his body had changed to that of Seri. His mind fuzzed, it had been so long that the female persona with him to a minutes to assert herself. When Seri did emerge fully, realizing what was still happening she hurriedly bounced out of the soaked sheets and started trying to do damage control on the state of her bed. About half an hour later she stood, half undressed, in the changing room watching the sheets tumble in the wash and contemplating her next move. The transformation had left her in Satoshi's clothes this time, like it had that first time all those weeks ago. She'd never bothered to get any clothes for herself, being spoiled by the magical nature of it all. Any female clothes left lying around also seemed to magically disappear whenever she turned back into Satoshi. So it was that Seri needed to open up the shop soon, had no appropriate clothing for the job, and felt no urge to pee that'd let her change back any time soon. Weighing her options she decided upon taking the day off from the café, and perhaps doing a shopping trip to get some clothes. Satoshi wouldn't like it, but Seri decided she'd rather have them anyway just in case and that he'd just have to deal with it. She only hoped that the clothes she bought wouldn't magically disappear if she was wearing them when she transformed back, perhaps she'd take them off when using the toilet just to be sure. She put on a T-shirt that fit well enough and some sweatpants that wouldn't be too embarrassing to leave the house in. She decided underwear would be the first priority, the boxer shorts she was wearing feeling strange. In a surreal moment she realized she knew exactly what sizes she'd need, as though she'd done this all before in memories that weren't really hers. She didn't even feel any of the embarrassment she knew she probably should at entering a section in the department store Satoshi would never dreamed have going. Clothes shopping in general felt surreal. Satoshi wouldn't have known the first thing about any of this but Seri navigated the experience with ease. It felt easy, mundane even. Like she was just going through the motions of another ordinary day, though in truth this was the first time she'd ever done this. She got so wrapped up in what she was doing, though, that she didn't notice a vaguely familiar form approaching until they called out to her. "Kaetori-ojousan? It is you isn't is. The young miss herself out and about in the wild," upon hearing the voice Seri groaned internally. Mitsuhide Akida, the customer who'd started coming regularly specifically to harass Seri and just about the last person she'd ever want to run into in public. "Mitsuhide-san" she continued in the most overly formal manner she could muster, "Good day to you." "So stiff," he said in a familiar tone. "Please, you may call me Akida if you wish. I'd hoped we could be less formal meeting outside your work." He paused as if considering, "Seri," he added, as if testing how much he could get away with. "I'm glad you're well, as it's been some time since I've been able to work at my uncle's shop. I'm afraid I have things to be about today and don't have time to chat." "Don't be like that," he said, trying to sound disarming. Seri did have to admit he was somewhat attractive, but the way he leered made her uncomfortable. "You've ignore my advances yet you don't explicitly turn me away. It's enough to make one wonder what game you're playing, or if you simply enjoy being chased but never caught." She in fact had explicitly turned him away, several times, if not very forcefully. She did wonder if something about her demeanor was encouraging him in some way, perhaps the way her face seemed to turn red, her eyes darting away avoiding that penetrating gaze of his. Yes, perhaps she could do more to discourage him. "Perhaps I'll be returning to work more often in the near future. I will see you then should you choose to visit, farewell." She bowed and without letting him get in another word stalked away. Emergency clothing purchased, male body returned, Satoshi sat on his newly washed bed coverings staring at the ceiling and wondering how he'd failed. He hadn't considered that a transformation could trigger in his sleep just as easily as when he was awake, but as he thought he realized that was how it had happened the first time. He wondered if he'd had it wrong all along and he'd never really understood how any of this worked. He could only go on the knowledge he had, but what if that wasn't enough. It could be that it didn't work at all like he thought and there was something else entirely controlling the transformations, but enough of his experience lined up with his conjectures that it seemed only this one oddity stood out. At least no more diapers had been part of it today, though that dream he had was what was keeping him from getting any rest at the moment. Would he continue to have dreams like that, and would they cause him to transform again? Was it even worth trying to prevent it anymore if that was the case? Eventually he drifted off, but it was a fitful sort of sleep, full of unanswered questions.
  3. Seri sat naked and miserable on the bathroom tiles waiting to feel the need to pee again and contemplating how horribly the day had gone. It had started when in the middle of a lunch rush of all things, Satoshi had stupidly gotten himself aroused and Seri had to take over. That was when the diaper had appeared. After the initial shock and confusion she had simply tried to put it out of her mind and continue serving the influx of customers. She spotted Mitsuhide, a young man who attended the local university who had only started coming recently as part of the group of new regulars there to fawn over Seri specifically. He was always visibly disappointed when it was Satoshi working, but upon Seri coming in from the back room his mood instantly improved. "Ah, I was wondering if I'd get to see you today, young miss," he said in a haughty tone. "Your beauty is one of the few pleasures I look forward to each time I visit." His overly dignified way of speaking made it seem like he was trying way to hard to seem refined, perhaps in a vain attempt to offset his overt flirtations. Seri once found him completely detestable, but found herself smiling now anyway. He had an affable way about him that made even his obnoxiousness somehow endearing. "The usual I take it," Seri asked, welcoming work as a distraction for what hid under her skirt. "I would enjoy a side order of your company, perhaps I'd even forego ordering at all if I could convince you to simply close the shop for today and come away with me." "Alright, then you get nothing. I'm busy, as you can see, so maybe I'll come back when you are ready to order." Seri bustled away to fill other orders and clear away a few tables. He tried to get in some comment but she ignored him. She busied herself, losing herself in the familiar patterns of working. By the time the last customer was leaving she could no longer deny her urge to pee. She had never held onto her bladder so long in this body, always somewhat eager to change back and not risk running afoul of the content of her character's story in the game. It seemed whatever magic had brought on the transformations was now determined to see it happen anyway. She probably should have tried to do something the moment the urge to pee had come, but she had never found a way to excuse herself and was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about it. Now it felt like there was a dam fit to burst. Seri pushed her legs together heading up the stairs to her rooms and trying to come up with some way out. She thought of her earlier idea of perhaps ripping apart the entire diaper and pulling it out of the locking belt piece by piece, or even trying some scissors or something on the belt itself. If her mind had been a little less panicked she may have just used a knife from the kitchen but she headed to the bedroom for those scissors regardless. Her steps were slow in coming, as she was now entirely hunched over trying to hold it in. Would it really be so bad to just let it leak out a little? Satoshi would have gone about this far more pragmatically, wouldn't he? Seri just kept on inching her way. Where were those scissors? Did it matter? She was going to leak any second, she could tell. The dam was breaking. It was going to come out. Couldn't she stop it? A faint sound began. A low hiss, alien yet somehow familiar. Tears streaked down Seri's face as she finally let it sink in that she had failed completely to hold it in. She had no practice using those muscles, the pressure was a completely unfamiliar one to her, so she just gave in. It surprised her how warm it was as it pooled around her crotch. Luckily the material easily absorbed it faster than it came out, even after she gave it and let it flow freely, so there was no leaking. It was such an odd sensation. Liberating, in a way. That scared her. Seri thought that perhaps Satoshi would have come out as a result of her peeing but he did not appear. This confirmed that it had to be a toilet, or the changes would not revert. Knowing that, she made the decision to drink a bit more water and set about trying to remove the locked diaper, however forceful she needed to be. So it was that after finally getting it off she flopped down naked on those bathroom tiles to wait. Blessedly when the need to pee came again she was quick to get up, and the changes were immediate. Satoshi let out a sigh of relief, and clenched his jaw determined to be more chaste going forward. He'd have to not let his thoughts get away from himself so easily, suppress his desires and not transform again. For if he did, he couldn't be sure what new horrors the changes would bring the next time. I'm liking doing these in much shorter chunks than what I've done in the past writing other stories. make it a lot easier to squeeze them out, you know. more to come
  4. Bitch Nee-chan ga Seijun na Hazu ga nai! Here I uploaded a gallery of the relevant scenes for anyone interested.
  5. Fun Fact: The title of the eroge he mentioned was something generic sounding I made up, but Kamigou Seri is a real character from a real eroge that actually does feature urination and at least one diaper scene. Her features are mostly accurate though the personality and backstory for this version of her are made up, as I didn't want it to be an exact copy. If you wanted to check out the game it's not available in English, so go full weeb and learn Japanese or machine translate it like a true American, or just look of the H gallery on "sadpanda" or something if all you care about is the pictures anyway. Anyway, back to the stroy. short snippet cause I'm lazy right now In the weeks that followed, Satoshi/Seri was starting to nail down just how the transformations worked. The trigger, so far as he could tell, was his own arousal. If ever he let his thoughts drift and become too horny, Seri would come out. Then in turn it would be until she used the bathroom before he could return. One day while in the process of changing back he wondered idly if it had to be the toilet, or if having an accident like the Seri from the game would trigger the change back as well. If so it'd be hard for events to play out like the game, yet each time the need to pee arrived she felt a spike of alarm. The transformation also brought a more feminine mindset with it each time. Seri was feeling more and more maidenly, as thought while her, she had always been a her. Yet increasingly Satoshi fought against that way of thinking, compartmentalizing the mindsets almost to the point that he was becoming two separate people living in the same body, occasionally swapping places. There were a few manga with that plotline as well. He tried not to wonder if the Seri personality had always been there, and he was only just now noticing it or something. That was crazy, considering he'd only just played the game she was from, right? Seri was growing less timid around customers, and they were growing accustomed to seeing her there. Not that she had been timid to begin with, exactly, more just she had been nervous they'd somehow see through the ruse and interrogate Satoshi about how he was swapping back and forth between middle-aged man and teenage girl. Nobody seemed to find it odd that they were never in the room at the same time, or when one of them had to excuse themselves for a moment to use the bathroom or try and fight down horniness only to come back as the other, so she didn't rock the boat. And for a while, things were settling into a routine that Satoshi was actually comfortable with. Seri was just a part of himself he'd come to accept, one that was predictable and therefor manageable. That would soon change. Satoshi tried not to think about the specific events of the game, and Seri couldn't even really remember them anymore she was so removed from it. She was finding that porn didn't excite her the way it did Satoshi, at least not that kind. She wasn't sure she wanted to explore her interest in men, but she wasn't as opposed to idea of being with a man as she knew Satoshi was. What really excited her was, terrifyingly, feeling helpless. The idea of losing control fascinated Seri in ways she had trouble admitting to herself. That's part of what kept Satoshi so on edge when he wasn't her, but the more time he spent as her the more time she wasn't so concerned with the idea. The fact was that Seri didn't know the fate of her character from the game, even if Satoshi still could remember parts of it. The first major event faced by the heroine after entering her route proper was an unavoidable situation that, once started, would end in sure humiliation. She had no idea about any of that, so it was that when on a particular day the transformation took place she noticed herself wearing a particularly thick undergarment, all she felt was confusion. What was that extra padding? It seemed to envelope her waist, warm and far bulkier under her skirt than she was accustomed to. Prickling with just a tinge of fear she reached down to find a thick, extra large adult diaper wrapped around her bottom. It was unmistakable. however incongruous, there was a diaper under her skirt. There seemed to be something else over that, a belt of some kind that pulled tight around the top with an extra strap between the legs. Puzzled she fiddled with it, and realized with horror that it was a locking mechanism that would prevent her from taking the thing off without probably ripping it up completely first. She contemplated doing just that, feeling somewhere deep in the part of her mind that was Satoshi that this was a very- very bad thing. Seri was scared, but Satoshi knew she should have been terrified. The urge to pee began an hour later.
  6. Later that afternoon, still a bit shaken from the strange experience he'd had that morning, Satoshi tried hard to focus on work. He greeted his regular customers with a smile painted on, chatted idly about their various troubles and nodded at appropriate times. He was in the middle of cleaning one of the machines as the implications of what had happened began to dawn on him. He wasn't particularly superstitious, or even really religious. Stuff like magic and reincarnating in another world was all fine and good in manga and light novels, but apparently it actually could happen. He wasn't sure what to think of that. He hadn't been sent to a videogame world. Rather, it seemed the videogame world had been encroaching on his own. H-games like the ones he'd been playing weren't often the subject of isekai stories, though vanilla otome games were becoming more popular as a backdrop. He wouldn't mind visiting the world of one of his games... as a man. The thought of becoming one of the girl's again terrified him, yet strangely he found there was a part of him that got... excited at the thought? That couldn't be right, he wasn't a masochist or anything, was he? During the day he played the part of the kindly old café worker who'd listen to your problems and provide a relaxing environment, but he was increasingly worried that that wasn't at all who he really was. As he thought about it more, he started to fixate on the idea. What would it actually be like to be one of the girls from his games? Would it actually feel good to be humiliated like that? Being made to suffer such indignities, having all your virtue stripped away by the cruelties of someone you had no power to stop? That shouldn't excite him should it? Yet he could feel something rising in him. The image of Kamigou Seri, the girl he'd been that morning, panting and begging for forgiveness lodged it's way into his thoughts and he could feel arousal building. Then he felt something shift. Just as his penis began to erect it suddenly started shrinking again, though his arousal wasn't abating. If anything he felt the heat grow stronger as it pulled inward, and he had an idea what was coming next. He was suddenly aware of his nipples, had they always been this sensitive? The poked upward trying to burst out of the button up shirt he wore, and the bulged forward as his chest exploded out into the same pillowy breasts from earlier. The sensations were exquisite, and the transformation continued. His hair plumed out past his shoulders, becoming long and straight and he felt his face shifting to become more feminine. Oddly he felt his clothing changing as well. His work clothes were simple and formal, black vest, white apron around the waist and dark pants. The apron pulled up to cover his whole body, tightening further around his now shapely hips and his slacks became something more frilly, and much shorter. It looked more like maid cosplay now than anything, but he supposed it would have been appropriate attire for female employees of his café if he'd hired any. It wasn't anything from out of the game, so it seemed whatever mystical force was causing these transformations had adapted it to it's environment. He picked apart the outfit because it was an easy way to distract his mind from the bigger issue. He was back to being a girl, and he was still incredibly horny. He couldn't help but poke and prod at the enormous breasts that now hung from his chest, enfolded in the large apron. They felt snug, and he started as he realized that a bra must have materialized underneath during the transformation. Yes, he could feel it now that he'd noticed, giving extra support to the weight that had hung freely when they transformation had happened before. Rubbing his chest felt a bit restricted, and he felt he wasn't quite getting the full fluffy experience of being able to squeeze them freely. It still felt amazing. He was shocked how sensitive they were, and increasingly growing jealous of a woman's pleasure. They got to feel this any time they wanted, and it seemed unfair. A sound broke him out of his reveling. Someone had just entered the shop. This was around the time the evening regulars started coming in, and he was supposed to have been in the middle of getting things ready for the night. Embarrassed he fought down his desires to see if he could climax just from rubbing his chest and tried to calm down, but was then struck by a new kind of panic. He was Seri now. He couldn't just go out and face his customers like this could he? He supposed he was at least dressed properly. Could he come up with a lie to explain away his absence and the existence of this girl who'd never worked here before? He'd seen that work in a few manga with similar setups. Steeling himself, and relying on his knowledge of comedic tropes like body swapping, he thought of a backstory and went to confront the customer. "Welcome in," Seri pronounced, surprised at how feminine it sounded out of her mouth. Then again she was surprised at how she now thought of herself as Seri. She hadn't a moment ago. "Oh, hello there?" the customer said, almost a question. It was an Wataru, a middle aged salaryman who frequently came in to unwind after work. He claimed to prefer the quiet environment. "Is Kaetori-san not in? I didn't know he'd hired anyone else." "Oh yes," Seri said, "I'm his niece actually. Satoshi-ojisan hired me on as a part-timer so he could have more free time in the evenings. Kaetori Seri, pleased to meet you." She figured it was probably fine to use the same family name. "I see, nice to see a fresh young face. I'd ask for the usual but I suppose you wouldn't know." He laughed to himself finding that amusing somehow. Seri did know, but she pretended to fastidiously take his order anyway. She tried to ignore those leering eyes that seemed to follow her as she moved to prepare his coffee. More customers wandered in, and not a few of them asked after Satoshi and commented on how well she seemed to handle herself though it was ostensibly her first day on the job. She explained that her own family ran a diner and she had plenty of practice helping out customers already, covering how she already seemed to know her way around a kitchen and easily multitasked. It wasn't quite hectic, but it did seem busier than usual as more guests filtered in. Some of the regulars seemed to be lingering a bit more than usual as well and she realized it was because of how she looked now. She drew stares, and more often than not at very inappropriate parts of her body. She tried not to prickle at that, and worked professional through what was turning into quite the rush. Somehow word was spreading of the new young assistant working the place. Apparently all I needed to draw new customers was a pretty face. Seri thought. Perhaps I should have hired some part-timers, stick them in a maid uniform and post them outside. Was that really the atmosphere he wanted to cultivate though? No, he wasn't about fads. It was a quiet, refined environment and repeat business that he wanted. With a start Satoshi realized he was thinking of himself as... well himself, again. For a time his mind seemed to have accepted that he'd become Seri, though he'd still felt mostly like himself. It was hard to describe, like some sort of pink feminine fog had come over his mind making accept himself as a woman. It had passed, but he worried if other mental changes might come if this form persisted. There seemed to be an inevitable escalation, and all his instincts told him this story ended with him fully as Seri, not being able to go back to being himself. It was enough to make him nearly break down right there. He'd been in the middle of cleaning tables and carrying empty cups back to the kitchen and nearly dropped them in his distress. He took a moment to compose himself in the back kitchen before returning and finishing the days work, eventually and thankfully bidding farewell to the last of the retreating customers. None of them seemed to question a girl her age working so late, or why Satoshi hadn't so much as made an appearance. Perhaps subconsciously, he had avoided drinking much. The knowledge of Seri's character and her eventual fate as an incontinent slave made him terrified of filling his bladder with anything, but eventually the pressure signifying a need to use the bathroom came anyway. He sighed, but headed to the toilet. Miraculously as he got up to flush he noticed his clothes had gone back to normal, and indeed his body was becoming that of a man again. It didn't take him much to put two and two together and guess that going to the bathroom would change him back into a man, though he held his assumptions for now. Twice might be coincidence, but if it happened again it'd be a pattern. He idly wondered what would trigger the reverse, becoming a girl again. Hopefully if it did happen again he'd be able to figure it out so he could avoid it. For now, feeling very exhausted, he headed upstairs to his room and collapsed into bed in his clothes, trying not to worry what tomorrow would bring.
  7. A story idea I've been sitting on for a while, this is my attempt to write something in the style of a Japanese light novel, complete with overly long and descriptive title. Middle-aged Japanese man and closet otaku Kaetori Satoshi lives alone on the upper level of the café that he runs. Despite his gentlemanly outward appearance, years of playing increasingly degenerate eroge have corrupted his mind with many hidden desires. One day while wishing he could live out some of his darkest fantasies a mischievous goddess decides to grant his wish, transforming his body and sending him in a spiral down to the depths of depravity. Join him on this adventure that will include gradual loss of bladder control, physical and mental age regression, gender bending and diapers. Chapter 1 Satoshi opened his eyes. Immediately he knew something was different. He felt- off, somehow. There was an unnatural weight on his chest, for one thing. He shifted his position in bed, feeling more and more a building sense of unease. Suddenly his heart started pounding very quickly. There was a small mirror on the drawer by his bedside. In it he saw something his brain was having trouble fully processing. It was definitely himself he was staring at, the position of the reflection and the fact that its movements matched his own as he shifted around made that undeniable. But that wasn't his face. That wasn't his hair. And it certainly wasn't his body. In place of his usual self sat what appeared to be some foreign girl in her late teens. Bright blue eyes, long blonde hair down around her shoulders, and an enormous bust that all make her look like some overseas supermodel. Slowly he reached up to touch his own face, confirming what was becoming increasingly obvious. Somehow, he had transformed into a woman. Satoshi let out a scream, only to be shocked again by the sound of his own voice. He bolted upright, immediately feeling off-balance and looking down to see two massive mounds of jiggly flesh stretching out the undershirt he'd slept in. Seeing that cleavage gave him a mixed spike of alarm and arousal, the latter emotion threatening to overcome his reason as he hesitated with hands hovering just over said flesh. Was it really alright to touch them? Instead he climbed out of bed and over to the full length mirror to get a proper look. The girl staring back was so unmistakably not Satoshi it made him a bit dizzy wondering if he'd gone mad. Finally, still hesitating a bit, he reached out to those two large mounds and squeezed, as if testing to see they were even real. He let out an unexpected yelp in an embarrassingly girly way at the jolt that came when he squeezed. It was exactly pleasure, but it was a delicate feeling, like when he squeezed his own- Oh right, he had to check. Had to make sure. He felt down below to that space between his legs for what should have been there. It was gone. Reaching further back he could feel... something... through his sleepwear. A place where the skin felt uneven, and seemed to pull inward toward... Rubbing that definitely felt delicate, and he could no longer deny what had happened. He had turned into a girl somehow, and by the look of it one in her teens. Though she was full through the chest there was an unmistakable youthfulness to that face, and something strangely familiar as well. He could almost swear- He realized this girl he was looking at looked remarkably like the one from his eroge, a real life version of her, anyway. It would have been hard to tell if she had had some crazy hair color or other impossible traits, but she was and ideal beauty with that long black hair and stunning pale face with above average bust. Somehow he knew it was the same girl, despite being brought out of the 2d world. How was this possible? It was like the stories of being sent to another world to live out some videogame fantasy, only this was obviously still his apartment above the café and this wasn't really the sort of fantasy he had wanted to live out. Working the café had seemed like the perfect job, so many manga and visual novels made it seem that way. You got to meet interesting people, had plenty of time to read and do other things you like and might even find romance in such an environment. In reality the stress of single-handedly operating a small business in a part of town already oversaturated by various bakeries, diners and and coffee shops, constantly facing near bankruptcy and contemplating where in life you'd gone so wrong had led Satoshi to give up on much of his idyllic fantasies long ago, and driven him more and more to seek the world of the 2d to escape. To fill the hole in his life where a wife might have gone he played endless visual novels promising harems of women willing to throw themselves at the protagonist. These games were innocent at first but occasionally had some nudity anyway to spice things up. One thing led to another and soon he went looking for spicier and spicier content to fill that void. So it was that most recently, he'd picked up a game called "Sexual Choukyou: Incontinent Slaves" about training a group of slave girls into peeing themselves in various ways. The girl he'd gravitated toward, the one who stood before him now, was the typical oujo-sama type rich girl with a haughty attitude whose indominable will had been most entertaining to see crumble under the weight of repeated tortures. If he had wanted to live out that fantasy he absolutely wouldn't want to do it from the girl's perspective. Realizing something, he felt a new sense of alarm. There was a familiar yet somehow alien pressure in his lower abdomen. Usually first thing in the morning he would have to pee, and it seemed that changing bodies had not changed that biological phenomenon. Thinking about what this girl had suffered in the game in relation to his growing need to use the bathroom made him shiver. Making a decision, Satoshi bolted into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. He had the presence of mind to actually sit down on the toilet after pulling his pants down, rather than foolishly attempt peeing standing. He didn't really want to think about it, and he often peed sitting down in the morning anyway as he was getting older and standing there for too long after just waking up made his joints ache. He wasn't sure if he'd need to push or anything, or how it was supposed to go but relaxing seemed to all he needed to do as soon the sound of trickling water echoed up from beneath him. He let out a long sigh and was shocked to hear the sound that came with it. Wasn't that his usual voice? Looking down his shirt had deflated and he could feel just under the seat the pee was no longer leaking from somewhere deep under him but out from the usual place. His penis was back! He nearly jumped up feeling so relieved and wondering if he'd been hallucinating all along. Had it just been the remnants of a dream? But no, unless he was still dreaming now he was fairly certain he'd been awake. There was no point second guessing his own mind, even if he was going crazy, he decided to believe that what had just happened was real. It was also, however, apparently over. For now, anyway. I really want to write more for this story, I've got plenty of ideas for where this can go. But I like to temper expectations so just because I've appeared here on omo.org twice in as many days doesn't mean I might not still disappear without a trace only to resurface a year later with new ideas. Let me know your thoughts and any directions you'd like to see this story take, though. I love feedback.
  8. Chapter 5 - Failure Amilee rushed through the hall. She could feel her bladder building by the moment, and with it came strange thoughts. Why not just give in? Wouldn’t it feel so good? She was beginning to suspect that the thoughts were not her own, and it was just another part of the evil magic instilled upon her. How could she ever win if that was the case? She was doomed, wasn’t she. She should just give in. She fought on, rushing past the bathroom to her next best choice, the school library. During classes it was usually mostly empty. If she popped in real quick and pretended to look for a book she’d avoid suspicion. She’d be able to hide behind one of the shelves in the back, reach into her skirt and rip off her diaper, and tuck it away in her purse to dispose of later. She had a pair of panties as well to slip on. She hadn’t worn any tights today, which made things dangerous. If her skirt got flipped up somehow she’d have no way to hide the fact she was wearing a diaper, but she had no choice if she wanted to be able to take it off easily. She hoped she’d be able to do so quietly enough to not catch the library attendant’s attention. She finally arrived, and began to relax all the muscles around her torso. She hadn’t really been holding it in specifically, but she wasn’t forcing it out. She was shocked at how easily the urine began to flow, warming her diaper before she had fully managed to duck out of sight. She had had trouble the first time using it but it seemed like her body knew what to do this time. She didn’t like what that foretold. Could it be that the diaper was a lie to get her to pee away from the safe toilet, and now her body was losing its ability to hold it in? She couldn’t think that. Much as she hated the game, she had to take Darien at his word. The alternative was believing she was doomed no matter what. She’d hold onto any tiny sliver of hope. She looked around nervously as she reached a hand up the underside of her skirt. She felt around the sides of the diaper for the seam that was relatively easy to tear apart. The stretchy material was being stubborn. She was having a hard time getting a rip started. Looking around even more cautiously she determined that it was probably safe to take a quick peek. She pulled her skirt part-way down and took the diapers fabric firmly in two hands. It still wouldn’t tear. She felt strangely calm as she pulled her skirt back into place. She should have been panicking, but she was able to keep calm enough to think to find some scissors. Surely she was just nervous about having to do this in a library where someone might see. Her fingers were just slick with sweat. She wandered around the back of the shelves, still out of sight of the front desk, and found a printing station. Some office supplies were scattered about, including a pair of safety scissors. It was better than nothing. She reached under her skirt again and positioned the scissors just right. Snip. And nothing happened. The diaper held firm. Desperately she tried to pull it downward to see if she could just pull it off her legs all the way. It wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be glued to her thighs with incredible friction, and it felt like it was pulling her skin off with it. She pulled and pulled and eventually gave up. It was stuck there. She’d have to continue to wear it until she could get home. Even then, she suspected that this was Dairen’s work and that she’d have to meet some further ridiculous requirement before she could remove it. At that moment she began to really feel the sensation of a wet diaper for the first time. She had removed it so quickly before that the damp, soggy feeling didn’t quite have time to sink in. It was still very warm and muggy, like she’d been sweating particularly badly in just her crotch. She felt the characteristic pleasure she always felt now when she peed, but there also seemed to be a strange pleasantness to the way it clung to her. She hated that she wasn’t more disgusted by it. A little while later she was confronted by an even worse reality. She had to sit down at her desk while wearing a wet diaper. She didn’t think much of it at first but the moment her butt touched the chair she regretted it. There was an undoubtable squish, and suddenly all that warmth was pressed somehow even closer to her. It came with a mild tingling in her groin, and throughout the rest of that class she had to try very hard to resist rocking back and forth on the squishy cushioning. She was nearly overcome with lewd thoughts by the time class was over. This was much different from the simple climax she’d felt when peeing before. It seemed to linger for hours, a gentle pleasant feeling. It finally faded as her diaper grew cold. It was later in the day when she was walking home from school that realized there wasn’t even a hint of the earlier warmth that had been there. Now it just felt like someone had spilled cold juice on her or something and it had soaked into her clothes. It was becoming rather unpleasant. She had thought that Darien would show himself at some point but she made it all the way home with no sign of him. So, she had to confront the very real and terrifying possibility that this diaper wasn’t coming off any time soon. Spending the whole day trapped in it had been bad enough, but what would happen if she had to- As if on cue, her stomach made a very ominous rumbling sound. She could no longer deny what she’d been feeling for the past couple hours. She needed to go number 2, and the feeling was only getting stronger and stronger. She nearly broke down in tears right there, but she forced herself forward to her house. If she was going to suffer this indignity she’d at least suffer it in her own home. Peeing had been the primary focus of the diapers and Darien’s sick game. Their other potential use had never even crossed her mind, and it hadn’t really affected her so far. It seemed that was about to change very quickly. She shuddered, trying to ignore the reality of it. She could almost hear Darien’s sickening laugh as she pushed her way through the front door of her home. Her mom was there in the living room, folding some laundry. It was so odd to see her at home doing house chores like a normal stay-at-home mom would. Just having her around was a comfort, in a way. Seeing her, combined with the already fragile emotional state Amilee was in, led her to break down in tears. “Mom! I- It’s just” through her tears she could barely form words. Her mother didn’t hesitate to open her arms and wrap her in a wide embrace, which she gladly fell into. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Slow down, take deep breaths. Okay. Now tell me what happened.” “It’s- you were right, about the other night with the thing you found under my desk. I’ve been having… accidents. At school and- I just-” she took a few calming breaths, trying to get her thoughts together. “I’m wearing one right now, but- I don’t even know what to say. I can’t get it off. It’s all part of some stupid prank or something. I think it’s glued to my body somehow. I just don’t know what to do- I tried cutting it, I tried just ripping it off and nothing works.” Amilee didn’t want to mention the boy with magic and seemingly demonic powers, she just hoped against all odds that her mother would somehow be able to help fix this before she had to- Well she hoped her mother could fix it. “Alright,” her mom said simply. “Alright, let’s go up to your room. I’ll have a look at what’s going on- down there, and we’ll see what we can do together to set it right.” Amilee reluctantly pulled herself out of the embrace and started for the stairs. Her urge to go was getting stronger, but it wasn’t so urgent yet that she felt the need to rush. She felt so embarrassed she could have rolled up and died, but this had to be better than just leaving things as they were. She let her mom into the room and shut the door, then pausing for a moment to think about it she decided to lock it behind her. The lock on her room wasn’t something her mom had been thrilled about, but she had relented knowing that girl’s Amilee’s age needed to have their secrets from time to time. She was glad for the level of security she felt with it, she couldn’t imagine what might happen if Karin decided to walk in on them for some reason. “Okay… I guess, go ahead and take off your skirt there.” Amilee’s mom said. “Oh don’t look so embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t changed you before, it’s just a trip down memory lane for me.” “Mom, don’t make this worse for me than it already is,” Amilee sighed. She did as she was told, though, and pulled down her skirt. “Let’s lift up your shirt, too, so it’s not in the way. Here, why don’t you get down on the bed.” “Mom!” “Look it’s just to make things easier, I don’t want to have to be crouched down around your ankles. Hurry up, on the bed.” Amilee complied and her mother went to lift her shirt up to just under her bra line, giving her a clear view of her midsection. Amilee covered her face, trying not to think about what was happening. “So these just… slip on, huh? I don’t see why you couldn’t just- rip it along the sides here.” as she said it she gave a firm tug on the place she indicated. “I tried that already, it- it wouldn’t come off.” Her mom tugged again and to her surprise the stretchy fabric ripped cleanly along the seam it was designed to. “W- Wait a second that- That shouldn’t have been that easy. I tried a bunch of times earlier and- and-” She gave her a flat stare. “This was really all you were struggling with? You made such a big deal out of it and now I’m wondering if maybe you were just asking me to change your diaper for you all along. I swear, I babied you and your sister too much, that must be it.” Tears had begun to well up in Amilee’s eyes again. “Oh, no sweety, I’m sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just trying to lighten the mood to make you less uncomfortable. I’m sorry, here.” She pulled the other side of the diaper ripping it in the same place and proceeded to pull it away completely, revealing Amilee’s bare crotch. “Mom!” “What, like I said, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Still no signs of hair I see. Good, no need for you to grow up too fast on me.” “Mom! Please! I want you to stop talking forever, now.” “Alright. Now hold still and I can put a fresh one on you.” “I- what?” Amilee froze, shocked at what she’d just heard. “Well if you’re still having accidents I want to make sure you stay protected at all times. If it’s bad enough that you need it at school you never know. I especially don’t want to have to worry about washing your sheets every night so you’re definitely wearing one to bed.” “Mom, this isn’t- I don’t really have the kind of problem you think.” “Oh? Are you trying to tell me you’re not having accidents now? I’m looking at this wet diaper and it’s telling a different story. Don’t try to tell me you peed yourself on purpose.” Amilee tried to object again. “Look, I know this is all so embarrassing, but you did the right thing, coming to me. I’m here at home now and I can be more involved in your life. So anytime you want, you can come to me and I’ll change you. I know it can be hard to have to do it yourself, apparently, so I can take charge and do it all for you.” Amilee was speechless. What had gotten into her mom? This was beyond insane. She lay back on her bed and tried to block it all out. Her world was going crazy, it felt like more and more control was slipping from her every day. What had she done to the universe to deserve this kind of punishment? As her mother pulled another diaper from the package under her desk and began to slide it up her legs, she thought of the absurdity of it all and quietly started laughing. She decided to give up. Give in to the madness. She was done. She had failed. Chapter 6 - Nightmare About half an hour later Amilee was in the bathroom finally relieving herself. She’d nearly forgotten her need to poop in the fiasco that had been her mother changing her diaper. She had panicked for a moment upon entering the bathroom, realizing she might not be able to get the diaper off again. It was with great relief that she was able to pull it down easily around her ankles and sit on the toilet. Whatever had kept her from removing her diaper before seemed to have worn off for now. She was so tired. Earlier she had resigned herself to giving up, deciding there was really no stopping the inevitable. She let what little urine she had built up flow out freely and just decided to relish the pleasant feeling that came with it. It hadn’t built up much so it wasn’t enough to make her climax, but she was tempted to start rubbing herself to keep it going. Why not, right? If this was her fate she may as well try to enjoy it, right? Trembling, her hand went to her crotch. She didn’t make a habit of masturbating much at all, let alone on the toilet. She felt excitement rush through her body as her hand gently delved into the moist folds. The perverseness of the situation only seemed to add to the thrill of it. Slowly at first, she began to move her fingers and gradually picked up speed. Electric waves of pleasure shot through her, and her other hand crept toward her chest where she began gently massaging. This wasn’t the first time she’d masturbated on her own, she knew what to do. It was probably over in minutes, but it felt like much longer. Waves of bliss washed over her as the horniness slowly faded again. It was a weak climax. She just couldn’t force herself to get too much into it. Pleasure seemed tainted to her now that she’d been forced to experience it unwillingly so many times. She sat on the toilet seat crying for a long time that night. Darien smiled at the paper he had laid out on his desk. It was the document he had forced Brenda to sign in blood. To an ordinary human it would be nonsense, a bunch of gibberish writing and odd symbols that wouldn’t mean anything. He, however, was so well versed in this language of magic it was easy for him to understand. It was a pretty complex spell with a lot of rules. He had gone over it so many times he’d nearly memorized it. This was such an efficient way to cast magic, writing it all out before-hand and then adding the blood of the target to activate it. It would have taken a lot of work to weave such an intricate spell on the fly, and a lot of crests applied to the subject's body if he had done it the same way as he had with Amilee. Basically what this would do is lure Brenda into wanting to wear diapers. She’d become fixated on the idea. He had pushed her into being the one to change Amilee from now on so that she would have ample time to be around diapers and think about them. The more she did the more she would start to wonder what it would be like to wear one herself. That would push the plan into its second phase. When she wore a diaper it would diminish her mental capacity. It was hard to quantify how smart a person was, but he liked to think of it as knocking off about 10 IQ points. This was probably the most complex part of the spell as the human mind was the most complex thing he’d ever had to work with. He was proud of the work he’d done, but that wasn’t all. He’d written in a way for the mental changes to become permanent. Taking the diaper off would return the intelligence it had sucked away, unless it had been used. If she peed or pooped in the diaper at all it would only return about half of what it had absorbed when it was removed. So if putting the diaper on had taken away 10 IQ points, using it would mean she’d only get 5 back. There were also other effects written in for while she’s diapered, such as increased libido and sensitivity and a faint subconscious desire to use the diaper as intended. The best part was that the way he’d written it, all these effects could be stacked if she was wearing multiple diapers at once.m For example, if she had two diapers on at the same time, she’d lose 20 IQ points and only get 10 back if she had an accident, all the while feeling twice as horny and sensitive as if she’d only worn one. Or 3 times or 5 or 10, however many diapers she had on was how much it would affect her. It stood to reason that if she kept layering them, her brain would eventually turn to mush. He had written in safeguards to prevent her from becoming a complete vegetable, making sure that the worst mental state she could be reduced to was fittingly that of a newborn infant. He smiled more deeply as he thought about all the fun that was to come. Using his third eye, he turned his attention away from the paper to Amilee again. She was making good progress toward complete insanity and he wanted to see it through to the end. Brenda was quite pleased with herself. Something about helping her daughter with her problems gave her a profound sense of satisfaction, triggering whatever motherly nurturing instincts had been lying dormant in the past few years, since she’d been focusing on getting the next paycheck that she rarely had time to even think about parenting. Now that she had so much free time she was determined to use every bit of it getting closer to the family she’d been neglecting. Brenda was glad Amilee’s problem was something so innocent, it was kind of cute. She’d worried the girl was getting to that age where boy trouble and general social drama were the norm and nothing was easy. Having bladder problems was simple, though she did wonder at whether it could be a sign of some deeper health problem, and thought she might have to set up an appointment with the family doctor if it continued for long. She was proud of her little girl for trying to be strong and do it on her own, and even more proud that when it had gotten too hard she had come to her mother for help. It took courage to admit your own weaknesses like that. Now that she had, however, Amilee seemed to be trying to backpedal to a less vulnerable position, embarrassed for having opened up in the first place. It was understandable, but Brenda had to laugh at the seemingly contradictory behavior. She’d come back a handful of times since that first encounter to ask for another diaper change. It was becoming a bit of a routine. For all that she complained and groaned each time, insisting she could do it herself and that she didn’t need a new diaper put on after, she kept coming back. She sensed there was a begrudging acceptance of the situation. Her daughter hated the interactions, but seemed to need them on some level anyway. Brenda was loving every moment. Changing her daughter’s diapers again, it was reawakening feelings she thought she’d lost. What children found disgusting and embarrassing, a mother could only find more love and maternal care in. She threw herself into it wholeheartedly. Amilee seemed to want to be self-sufficient, using her allowance to buy the diapers herself it seemed, but Brenda decided to provide other supplies. She started applying powder to reduce chafing, and sometimes even some soft baby oil for the skin. Amilee especially hated having her little cheeks and delicate areas rubbed with this and covered her face as she suffered the ministrations of a mother who was too absorbed in babying her little girl to care. Weeks passed and Brenda came to love the mother-daughter bonding time more than anything else. She looked forward to it each time Amilee came to her with that sheepish look, no longer even having to say the words. Brenda supposed she should be more worried. Should she call the doctor? But would getting this issue resolved put an end to the diaper changing sessions she had come to love? Did that make her a bad mom? She found she couldn’t worry about it too much, she was having too much fun. Those weeks were some of the worst Amilee had ever lived. It was a living nightmare. She had wanted to rip the diaper off that first day right after having it changed and never put another on. She hated needing them, hated that if she didn’t wear them she’d end up needing them later anyway as her bladder shrank and muscles became useless. Was there even really a difference? Shouldn’t she just take them off and enjoy what little time she had left of continence? No. She needed to not give in to despair. She’d fight to keep her control. She may be stuck using diapers, but she’d only use them when she felt the need to. She wouldn’t give up that control, she’d clutch to it as a life preserver even as she drowned in the ocean of her own piss. If she was going to end up in diapers anyway by taking them off, she’d rather never give in and keep her control. That’d show Darien. Her mother was another problem. Darien had apparently set it up so that she’d need to rely on her mother’s diaper changes from now as well. It wasn’t humiliating enough that she had to use them, he also made sure she wasn’t able to even take them off herself. She was fully able to do so right up until the moment she used one. Once a diaper had pee in it only her mother was capable of taking it off for her. Luckily this meant she could avoid using the diapers for number twos by holding those in until she was home and in a clean one, able to remove it at will, but she worried about a day that may come where she’d be stuck in a wet diaper and unable to hold her bowels long enough to make it. And then there was the pleasure, and the frequent and often lengthy masturbations sensations that came whenever she peed. At first she only ever did it on the toilet, on those rare occasions when she was able to use it at home. But peeing in her diapers made her feel just as good, and one day rather than wait for her mother to change it she just started rubbing. It surprised her at first the squishy feeling of the soggy diaper against her wet slit, but she soon became enthralled by it. She loved rubbing and squishing and mashing the warmth of her own pee against her folds until breathless she’d climax in a wave of raw heat. She hated how it made her feel, shame penetrating her each time after the fact, but in the moment it was hard to deny that feeling. If her mother took notice of any moisture beyond that of a wetting accident she made no comment. Could she tell? Did she know there was love juice mixed in with that pee? That in itself made her want to stop doing it, yet each time she was pushed into a situation where she had to use her diapers, she was suddenly horny again and unable to control herself. It happened at school most frequently, and it was often in the quiet corner of the library she found herself reaching up her skirt and making soft squishing noises that hid even softer moans. Once however she’d been at home studying while still wearing a diaper she’d been a bit too lazy to remove. The urge to pee struck and she made the conscious decision to just let it go. It felt a bit awkward doing it while just sitting at her desk like that, but once it started flowing it burst like a dam. She’d cum 3 times before sheepishly going down the hall to her mother’s room for a change. She started wearing the diapers more often, going to school with one already on instead of waiting until she felt the urge to change into one, not taking them off right away when she got home. It was because despite her initial hatred of the situation she was just getting so used to it that it was becoming normal. It’s remarkable how adaptable people are to even the worst circumstances. Torture a woman long enough and she’ll eventually start laughing. Amilee wasn’t exactly happy, but she was becoming indifferent to the whole thing. Almost like, “that’s the worst you’ve got?” If she had known at the time what Darien’s worst actually was, she might not have thought that way. thanks for reading, more to come. hopefully sooner but if you've seen my work you'll know how often i go months without writing anything.
  9. Hey, here's some more of the good stuff. Don't worry if it seems like there are long pauses between entries, I've still got tons of ideas of where to take this story I just get sidetracked a lot. Not really doing anything important just watching a shit ton of anime and such. Attack on Titan season 4 finale am I right? It's like crack. Anyway, hope you enjoy this and you can expect a lot more where that came from in the future. The feedback does help me stay motivated so don't be afraid to comment, it might even make me write faster. Chapter 5 - Failure Amilee rushed through the hall. She could feel her bladder building by the moment, and with it came strange thoughts. Why not just give in? Wouldn’t it feel so good? She was beginning to suspect that the thoughts were not her own, and it was just another part of the evil magic instilled upon her. How could she ever win if that was the case? She was doomed, wasn’t she. She should just give in. She fought on, rushing past the bathroom to her next best choice, the school library. During classes it was usually mostly empty. If she popped in real quick and pretended to look for a book she’d avoid suspicion. She’d be able to hide behind one of the shelves in the back, reach into her skirt and rip off her diaper, and tuck it away in her purse to dispose of later. She had a pair of panties as well to slip on. She hadn’t worn any tights today, which made things dangerous. If her skirt got flipped up somehow she’d have no way to hide the fact she was wearing a diaper, but she had no choice if she wanted to be able to take it off easily. She hoped she’d be able to do so quietly enough to not catch the library attendant’s attention. She finally arrived, and began to relax all the muscles around her torso. She hadn’t really been holding it in specifically, but she wasn’t forcing it out. She was shocked at how easily the urine began to flow, warming her diaper before she had fully managed to duck out of sight. She had had trouble the first time using it but it seemed like her body knew what to do this time. She didn’t like what that foretold. Could it be that the diaper was a lie to get her to pee away from the safe toilet, and now her body was losing its ability to hold it in? She couldn’t think that. Much as she hated the game, she had to take Darien at his word. The alternative was believing she was doomed no matter what. She’d hold onto any tiny sliver of hope. She looked around nervously as she reached a hand up the underside of her skirt. She felt around the sides of the diaper for the seam that was relatively easy to tear apart. The stretchy material was being stubborn. She was having a hard time getting a rip started. Looking around even more cautiously she determined that it was probably safe to take a quick peek. She pulled her skirt part-way down and took the diapers fabric firmly in two hands. It still wouldn’t tear. She felt strangely calm as she pulled her skirt back into place. She should have been panicking, but she was able to keep calm enough to think to find some scissors. Surely she was just nervous about having to do this in a library where someone might see. Her fingers were just slick with sweat. She wandered around the back of the shelves, still out of sight of the front desk, and found a printing station. Some office supplies were scattered about, including a pair of safety scissors. It was better than nothing. She reached under her skirt again and positioned the scissors just right. Snip. And nothing happened. The diaper held firm. Desperately she tried to pull it downward to see if she could just pull it off her legs all the way. It wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be glued to her thighs with incredible friction, and it felt like it was pulling her skin off with it. She pulled and pulled and eventually gave up. It was stuck there. She’d have to continue to wear it until she could get home. Even then, she suspected that this was Dairen’s work and that she’d have to meet some further ridiculous requirement before she could remove it. At that moment she began to really feel the sensation of a wet diaper for the first time. She had removed it so quickly before that the damp, soggy feeling didn’t quite have time to sink in. It was still very warm and muggy, like she’d been sweating particularly badly in just her crotch. She felt the characteristic pleasure she always felt now when she peed, but there also seemed to be a strange pleasantness to the way it clung to her. She hated that she wasn’t more disgusted by it. A little while later she was confronted by an even worse reality. She had to sit down at her desk while wearing a wet diaper. She didn’t think much of it at first but the moment her butt touched the chair she regretted it. There was an undoubtable squish, and suddenly all that warmth was pressed somehow even closer to her. It came with a mild tingling in her groin, and throughout the rest of that class she had to try very hard to resist rocking back and forth on the squishy cushioning. She was nearly overcome with lewd thoughts by the time class was over. This was much different from the simple climax she’d felt when peeing before. It seemed to linger for hours, a gentle pleasant feeling. It finally faded as her diaper grew cold. It was later in the day when she was walking home from school that realized there wasn’t even a hint of the earlier warmth that had been there. Now it just felt like someone had spilled cold juice on her or something and it had soaked into her clothes. It was becoming rather unpleasant. She had thought that Darien would show himself at some point but she made it all the way home with no sign of him. So, she had to confront the very real and terrifying possibility that this diaper wasn’t coming off any time soon. Spending the whole day trapped in it had been bad enough, but what would happen if she had to- As if on cue, her stomach made a very ominous rumbling sound. She could no longer deny what she’d been feeling for the past couple hours. She needed to go number 2, and the feeling was only getting stronger and stronger. She nearly broke down in tears right there, but she forced herself forward to her house. If she was going to suffer this indignity she’d at least suffer it in her own home. Peeing had been the primary focus of the diapers and Darien’s sick game. Their other potential use had never even crossed her mind, and it hadn’t really affected her so far. It seemed that was about to change very quickly. She shuddered, trying to ignore the reality of it. She could almost hear Darien’s sickening laugh as she pushed her way through the front door of her home. Her mom was there in the living room, folding some laundry. It was so odd to see her at home doing house chores like a normal stay-at-home mom would. Just having her around was a comfort, in a way. Seeing her, combined with the already fragile emotional state Amilee was in, led her to break down in tears. “Mom! I- It’s just” through her tears she could barely form words. Her mother didn’t hesitate to open her arms and wrap her in a wide embrace, which she gladly fell into. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Slow down, take deep breaths. Okay. Now tell me what happened.” “It’s- you were right, about the other night with the thing you found under my desk. I’ve been having… accidents. At school and- I just-” she took a few calming breaths, trying to get her thoughts together. “I’m wearing one right now, but- I don’t even know what to say. I can’t get it off. It’s all part of some stupid prank or something. I think it’s glued to my body somehow. I just don’t know what to do- I tried cutting it, I tried just ripping it off and nothing works.” Amilee didn’t want to mention the boy with magic and seemingly demonic powers, she just hoped against all odds that her mother would somehow be able to help fix this before she had to- Well she hoped her mother could fix it. “Alright,” her mom said simply. “Alright, let’s go up to your room. I’ll have a look at what’s going on- down there, and we’ll see what we can do together to set it right.” Amilee reluctantly pulled herself out of the embrace and started for the stairs. Her urge to go was getting stronger, but it wasn’t so urgent yet that she felt the need to rush. She felt so embarrassed she could have rolled up and died, but this had to be better than just leaving things as they were. She let her mom into the room and shut the door, then pausing for a moment to think about it she decided to lock it behind her. The lock on her room wasn’t something her mom had been thrilled about, but she had relented knowing that girl’s Amilee’s age needed to have their secrets from time to time. She was glad for the level of security she felt with it, she couldn’t imagine what might happen if Karin decided to walk in on them for some reason. “Okay… I guess, go ahead and take off your skirt there.” Amilee’s mom said. “Oh don’t look so embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t changed you before, it’s just a trip down memory lane for me.” “Mom, don’t make this worse for me than it already is,” Amilee sighed. She did as she was told, though, and pulled down her skirt. “Let’s lift up your shirt, too, so it’s not in the way. Here, why don’t you get down on the bed.” “Mom!” “Look it’s just to make things easier, I don’t want to have to be crouched down around your ankles. Hurry up, on the bed.” Amilee complied and her mother went to lift her shirt up to just under her bra line, giving her a clear view of her midsection. Amilee covered her face, trying not to think about what was happening. “So these just… slip on, huh? I don’t see why you couldn’t just- rip it along the sides here.” as she said it she gave a firm tug on the place she indicated. “I tried that already, it- it wouldn’t come off.” Her mom tugged again and to her surprise the stretchy fabric ripped cleanly along the seam it was designed to. “W- Wait a second that- That shouldn’t have been that easy. I tried a bunch of times earlier and- and-” She gave her a flat stare. “This was really all you were struggling with? You made such a big deal out of it and now I’m wondering if maybe you were just asking me to change your diaper for you all along. I swear, I babied you and your sister too much, that must be it.” Tears had begun to well up in Amilee’s eyes again. “Oh, no sweety, I’m sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just trying to lighten the mood to make you less uncomfortable. I’m sorry, here.” She pulled the other side of the diaper ripping it in the same place and proceeded to pull it away completely, revealing Amilee’s bare crotch. “Mom!” “What, like I said, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Still no signs of hair I see. Good, no need for you to grow up too fast on me.” “Mom! Please! I want you to stop talking forever, now.” “Alright. Now hold still and I can put a fresh one on you.” “I- what?” Amilee froze, shocked at what she’d just heard. “Well if you’re still having accidents I want to make sure you stay protected at all times. If it’s bad enough that you need it at school you never know. I especially don’t want to have to worry about washing your sheets every night so you’re definitely wearing one to bed.” “Mom, this isn’t- I don’t really have the kind of problem you think.” “Oh? Are you trying to tell me you’re not having accidents now? I’m looking at this wet diaper and it’s telling a different story. Don’t try to tell me you peed yourself on purpose.” Amilee tried to object again. “Look, I know this is all so embarrassing, but you did the right thing, coming to me. I’m here at home now and I can be more involved in your life. So anytime you want, you can come to me and I’ll change you. I know it can be hard to have to do it yourself, apparently, so I can take charge and do it all for you.” Amilee was speechless. What had gotten into her mom? This was beyond insane. She lay back on her bed and tried to block it all out. Her world was going crazy, it felt like more and more control was slipping from her every day. What had she done to the universe to deserve this kind of punishment? As her mother pulled another diaper from the package under her desk and began to slide it up her legs, she thought of the absurdity of it all and quietly started laughing. She decided to give up. Give in to the madness. She was done. She had failed.
  10. Alright, here you go, a couple more chapters. Chapter 3 - Diapers Being a single parent wasn’t easy. Brenda often wondered if it was selfish of her to not remarry, deciding to take on more work herself instead. Doing so made it so they could just barely scrape by on her income alone, but it also meant she never really had time to properly raise her daughters. She hardly spoke to them anymore, rarely seeing them while awake. It was a soul crushing position she’d been placed in. So it was that she had no idea the types of troubles her daughters were facing in their daily lives. She knew Karin took it upon herself to help her younger sister when she needed it, but Karin herself might be struggling and Brenda would never know. Sometimes she liked to peek into their rooms while they slept, just to feel a little bit closer to them. She’d decided to do just that on this night. It was past midnight, so she was surprised to see a light on in Karin’s room. She cracked the door and saw her oldest daughter sitting at her desk typing away at the computer. “Karin? What are you doing still awake?” She looked up, confused, then smiled. “Oh, hey mom. Haven’t seen you awake in a while. I’m just finishing up this report that’s due tomorrow. Guess I lost track of the time.” “Well if it’s for school I guess it’s fine, but hurry it up so you can get to bed. It’s not healthy to miss out on so much sleep.” “Yes ma’am,” Karin said half-heartedly. She was old enough that Brenda’s authority held little weight. She’d probably stay up however long it took and there wasn’t anything Brenda could do. She sighed and let the door shut, walking down the hall to the next one. This, thankfully, showed no signs of life. She cracked it slowly, so as to not make a noise, and creeped her way in. Amilee was breathing deeply wrapped up in a ton of blankets. The girl always got cold at night. Even in the middle of summer she’d use a large comforter. Brenda leaned down to kiss her forehead lightly. It felt good to at least be close to them. She sat there on the edge of Amilee’s bed for a moment, wondering if there was anything she could do to move her schedule a bit and make it easier to come home earlier. She knew it wasn’t realistic. The only way she was able to get enough hours to scrape by was by taking these later shifts. There had to be some way she could get involved with her daughters’ lives more, though. While she sat pondering she looked around the room a bit. Amilee also had a desk where she did her school work. The chair was pushed out of the way and in the pale light from the hall Brenda could see what a mess there was underneath it. Old food wrappers, crumbs, books and various clutter scattered about. She got down on the floor to take a closer look, deciding maybe she’d help clean it up a bit. She moved a few things around and found something odd. It was a large rectangular plastic package. Her first thought was that it was probably some period pads. Her daughter was old enough and she had started needing those, but this didn’t look right. It was too big, for one thing. There was something about it- She pulled out her phone to shine a better light on it and sure enough, it looked to be a package of adult diapers. She got up from the floor and thought about what this meant. Was Amilee having those kinds of accidents? If she was, Brenda wasn’t surprised she didn’t know about it. This was precisely why she felt she needed to be more involved. Her daughter was obviously going through something, and it was a mother’s job to help her children through hard times like that- even when it was embarrassing. Deeply troubled, Brenda finally exited the room to go down to the kitchen. She wanted to have a light snack before she slept, and maybe clear her head a bit. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw that there was somebody already there waiting for her. “Money problems?” the young man said without turning toward her. He was rifling through one of her cabinets. Brenda was still so shocked she couldn’t make a sound. Air seemed to be caught in her throat. “I can tell just by looking at how little you have stocked up here. You seem to just barely be getting by.” The young man turned, finally. He was probably about Karin’s age, but there was something about those eyes that was very unsettling. Brenda finally found her voice, “I’m calling the police. I would scream but I don’t want to wake my youngest.” “Oh there’s no need for that. I’m not here to rob you or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. I have a contract for you, and an offer of fabulous wealth. Needless to say if you accept this job you’d never have to work another day in your life.” What was he going on about? This wasn’t any kind of way a respectable person offered you a job. This was obviously something very shady. She had her phone out and tried to move to the other room in case he tried to attack her. Somehow, though, he moved across the kitchen at too-fast speed and was blocking the exit before she could do anything. She finally let out a scream. “I’m afraid I must insist. It will be a lot better for all of us if you accept and sign this contract. I’m offering you incredible compensation, there’s really no reason for you not to sign.” Brenda knew a little of contracts, and knew that if she was forced to sign under duress, it probably wouldn’t hold up in any meaningful way. She still had no intention of doing anything this frightening young man wanted her to. She- She looked deeply into his eyes and found that she had an innate desire to trust him. He was here to help with her financial situation. He wasn’t anyone suspicious. If she signed she’d be able to spend more time with her daughter’s like she wanted. It was really better for everyone if she just did what he said. She didn’t remember why she’d been so scared. “See, not so hard, is it. Now the contract I have is right here,” he said as he pulled a piece of paper from seemingly nowhere. “It may not look like any document you’re familiar with, and you’re probably not used to signing things in blood, but that shouldn’t worry you any.” Right. Blood. Nothing to worry about. This was for the best. The paper that she hadn’t looked at too carefully before didn’t have any actual writing on it. Instead there was an intricate pattern of interlacing symbols that seemed to move across the page as though alive. It even looked like there was a faint glow coming from each pattern. She absently grabbed a knife from a nearby drawer to draw the blood she’d need. She would have been nervous to slice her finger, but she trusted this young man, feeling everything would work out all right. She made the shallow cut and brought her hand up to the page. The second her blood smeared across it she felt a powerful wave of… something wash over her. The page disintegrated into fragments of light, and the boy was suddenly nowhere to be found. What had just happened? She’d come to the kitchen for something, and now… Oh she’d accidentally cut herself. The last few minutes were fuzzy but she apparently had been cutting something and nicked her finger. She ran it under some warm water and waited for the bleeding to stop. What had she been trying to cut, again? Oh, well. She made something real quick that wouldn’t require any more cutting and headed off to get ready for bed. The next day Brenda was fired from her job. There really wasn’t anything she could do about it, she was called in to talk to the boss and knew where the conversation was going right away. For some reason, though, she felt totally calm through the whole process. She was told she could pick up her final paycheck on her way out. Feeling surreally okay about all of this, she went to deposit the check. It was at the ATM that she discovered she probably wouldn’t even need it. Her bank account suddenly had several commas in it. Hadn’t someone told her the other night that she wouldn’t have to worry about money anymore? Who had that been? Still feeling like she wasn’t quite living in reality, she went home to tell her daughters the good news. “Mom? What are you doing home?” was the first thing Karin asked upon seeing her. How did she answer? “I have a new job starting today. And it’s going to let me work from home.” “Mom, multi-level marketing is not a job,” Karin said half-jokingly. There was an underlying worry to her tone. “It’s nothing like that. It actually pays very well. I think that finally we’re going to be alright financially and I’ll have more time at home with you girls for once.” “Well… I’m glad to hear it, I guess. Isn’t this a little sudden, though? I know we don’t get to see you much but you’ve never mentioned anything until now about a new job.” “Well it was very sudden, but when the opportunity came up I had to take it. I miss being able to spend time with you.” She walked forward to hug her daughter. “Everything is going to be better from now on, I can feel it.” That night Brenda decided on something. She was going to confront Amilee about the package she had found under her desk. Now that she was going to have plenty of time at home she wanted to properly be involved in her daughters’ lives, even if it meant having a potentially awkward conversation. She knocked on Amilee’s door, waited a moment, then walked in. “Hi sweety, you got a second?” Amilee was doing some work at her desk. She turned slightly and weakly smiled. “Sure, what’s up?” Where to even start? Did she just come right out with it? “Well, I just want you to know that now that I have more free time at home I want to be here for you if there’s anything troubling you.” Amilee looked incredibly disturbed. “Does it seem like something’s troubling me?” she asked, trying to sound too casual about it. “Everything’s pretty much fine with me.” “Amilee.” “Look, it’s not even something I really want to talk about. I doubt you could do anything to help anyway.” “I’m your mother, of course there are things I can do to help. Even if all I can do is listen, sometimes that’s the best help you can get.” Amilee looked like she was about to cry. Brenda leaned in and held her daughter. “Don’t be mad at me, but the other night I was here in your room watching you sleep. I accidentally found what you were trying to hide under your desk there. I wasn’t trying to snoop, it just sort of happened. I’m not going to force you to say anything, or pry for details, I just want you to know I’m always here for you and I love you no matter what.” Amilee nestled her head in Brenda’s arms and sobbed softly. She didn’t open up that night, but she did thank Brenda for being there and implied that she would talk when she was ready. Brenda hoped that whatever the trouble was, she’d actually be able to do something besides provide moral support. She hated seeing her daughter suffer. Hopefully whatever it was would go away with time, but whatever the case she would make sure she was there every step of the way. Everything was going to be alright. Chapter 4 - Nothing is going to be alright Amilee was a mess of emotions as she walked to school the next day. Her mother finding out about the package of diapers under her desk was humiliating beyond belief, and the fact that she was so genuinely concerned and loving about it made it all the more so. She just wanted to curl up and disappear. She tried very hard not to think about what she had on under her skirt at that moment, but with every step she took she was reminded of that extra bulk. This was her second day wearing diapers to school, and she felt just as on edge as the day before. She was still determined not to use them if she could help it, but she’d let her bladder build up the night before again and regretted it. The thoughts that started coming to her when she started getting horny from the curse were very troubling. It was almost like the longer she held on the more it excited her, the idea of having an accident. She felt chills. She would have to use the diapers as intended eventually, she just hated the idea almost as much as the alternative. She decided that she would drink her normal amount of fluids, and just go about her business as normal, then when she felt the urge to go she’d excuse herself to the bathroom and use her diaper while in the stall. She’d be able to take it off and be done with it for the day. As she thought about it she realized that if she used this method she wouldn't even really need to wear the diapers at school at all. She would just need to carry one in her bag to use in the bathroom and then bring home to dispose of in her magical trash bin. Realizing that she suddenly felt silly having gone to such lengths to conceal the fact that she was wearing a diaper under her skirt. She had on a rather opaque pair of stockings and went so far as to put on some now stretched-out underwear over the thing. It would look odd, but you wouldn’t immediately guess that it was a diaper or anything. It wasn’t all that bulky, more like a pull-up that could maybe pass for some thick underwear if you weren’t looking too hard. She actually wasn’t sure she trusted the absorbency of the material. It didn’t seem like it’d hold much. She went about her day as planned, and it was right around lunch time that she got the first inkling that she needed to pee. It was just the faintest feeling but she decided it was enough to go on. She really didn’t want to risk her bladder getting too full. She went to the nearest bathroom and hid in the stall furthest from the door. It’d be awkward if someone came in and saw her just standing in the stall, so she sat down and even let her skirt down a bit to look like she was just going to the bathroom like normal. It was a hard thing, even sitting down on the toilet seat as she was, to intentionally pee herself like that. She was fighting against all her conditioned instincts of potty-training, and it felt like it took entirely too long to force a little dribble to come out. Once she got it started, though, it eventually began to flow freely. The sensation of warmth filling around her crotch was amplified by the pleasure she now associated with peeing. What was this heat? Was pee always this hot? It seemed to reverberate through her whole body, but she didn’t climax as she had the last couple nights. It felt amazing, incredible, but it didn’t push her over the edge. In moments the feelings of pleasure began to dissipate as the flow of urine slowed and she was left with nothing but a damp crotch and feelings of shame and disgust. It had worked, she hadn’t let it build up and peeing didn’t make her cum right away. If that monster had been telling the truth, she’d be able to learn to ignore even those feelings, though she wasn’t sure how. She let herself linger in the grossness of the wet diaper for a minute in an attempt to remind herself that she didn’t like this. It felt like she was right and the material wasn’t quite able to retain everything she’d put out, as it dripped everything it couldn’t hold steadily out one of the sides. She was very careful ripping the stretchy material on the sides apart and tilting it so it wouldn’t drip on her clothes. She let it drip everything out before pulling out the plastic bag she’d prepared to dispose of it. With that safely tucked away in her school bag she was free to pull up her skirt and be about the rest of her day. It was humiliating, but this seemed manageable. It seemed like this was going to work. She felt a small triumph as she opened the stall door… and found another person in the bathroom with her. It was him. “Well now I think you’ve found a pretty boring solution to having to use diapers at school,” he said mockingly. “This isn’t much different from you just going to the bathroom normally. I ought to modify your diapers so they won’t let you get away with this.” “Why not just make me incontinent right now you sick freak! If you’re going to constantly show up and make things harder, what's the point of playing games!” What was she saying! Why challenge him? What if he actually did it? She held her tongue from speaking any further. “Because games are fun, that’s why. Oh it’d be fun to force it on you right away, sure. but it feels so much better if you’re slowly forced to accept it on your own. Now,” he waved his hand and suddenly had her magical package of infinite diapers there. “Let’s just change a few things, here, here, and, there we go.” He threw it back into the air and it disappeared again. “I went ahead and put it back where you were hiding it. I made a few changes I’m sure you’ll love. The first is that while wearing one you won’t be able to enter a bathroom, you’ll be forcefully repelled at the door. The second is something I’ll tell you later. You’ll probably figure at least part of it out on your own the next time you put one on.” “I hate you!” “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Bye-bye now.” Amilee threw her bag down in her room in frustration. She’d begun to feel the urge to pee again a little before the school day was out. She’d held it all on the way home and the feeling was growing quite strong, but she was so angry at having to play this stupid game she didn’t immediately do anything about it. He was making fun of her. She shouldn’t play along. She should just piss herself right here and be done with it. It would feel good to do it. Maybe she wanted to do it. She hadn’t gotten off fully the last time she peed, and it would probably feel even better now. What was she thinking? That was insanity! Her thoughts always started to get so strange if she held her pee too long. She ran to the bathroom right away and let it out. Sure enough, she’d held it took long and reached an incredible climax while clutching the sides of the bowl for support. What was she going to do? She was going to have to find another secluded place besides the bathroom to use her diapers, but no matter where she thought of it always ran the risk that someone would catch her in the act. The roof might work but it was supposed to be locked normally. Darien had probably used some bullshit magic to get her up there that one time. She calmed herself and cleaned up her dripping crotch. Maybe a shower would help her clear her thoughts a bit. She let the water run hot over her for nearly an hour. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t think of a way out of this hell. She flopped down on her bed very troubled that night. In order to kill two birds with one stone, Darien had come up with a clever idea. He needed Brenda involved with Amilee’s diaper situation for it to work. Very intimately involved. He stood by Brenda’s bedside watching her sleep, putting his plans into action. He leaned down very close to her ear, and put Power into the words that he spoke gently. “It is normal to change your daughter’s diaper. Your daughter has a wetting problem, and is still too young to be able to deal with it all on her own. She needs her mother’s help. When she comes home in a soggy diaper, you need to be the one to take care of it. She might come to you directly or you might have to confront her about it, but she needs your help. You need to change her diapers for her. It’s normal to change her diapers for her. She doesn’t know how. She can’t do it on her own. She needs her mother to do it for her. You will remember this, this will become normal. This is your reality. You will not question it.” He continued whispering such things until the hypnotic suggestion was so deeply embedded she’d be sure it was her own thoughts. This would accelerate not only Amilee’s descent into diaper madness, but also give him an easy avenue into corrupting Brenda when the time came. It was all coming together.
  11. Alright, here's another chunk of story, stay tuned for more magic adventures. Chapter 2 - The Game Amilee walked home that afternoon, miserable. She only had a vague memory of the things that awful boy had told her as she’d fallen unconscious, but the strange and naughty way he had made her feel was still strong in her memory. It made her feel dirty, like she had been violated on a level that shouldn’t have been possible. At home she climbed into the shower and stayed there until the water wasn’t getting hot anymore. She remained for a good while after that, shivering. A knock came at the bathroom door, “Sis? You alright? You’ve been in there since I got home.” Karin. Maybe she could tell Amilee something about that boy. He had mentioned that they were connected somehow. Reluctantly, Amilee shut off the water. She stared at the toilet as she stepped out. If he was telling the truth about what he’d done to her, this would be her lifeline for the foreseeable future. She didn’t feel the need to pee at the moment, but she found herself tracing the mark on her belly anxiously. She covered herself with a towel to hide the marks and stepped into the hall. “Geez, what’s up with you?” Karin asked, concerned. “I haven’t seen you this down since your favorite character on that TV show you like died. What’s wrong?” “It’s nothing,” Amilee insisted, probably a little too quickly. When Karin gave her a flat look she sighed. “Do you know a boy named Darien? He said he was from your school.” “Ooooh, so it’s boy trouble,” Karin said dismissively.” Forget I asked then.” She made to walk away but Amilee grabbed her arm. “Do you know him?” she asked again, more insistent. “Ah hell. You got it bad, huh. Aren’t you a little young for this. You said he went to my school, so he’s gotta be at least 3 or 4 years older than you.” Karin rubbed her head. “I think I know a Darien. Yeah, there’s a kid named Darien in my homeroom. He’s the quiet one who sits near the back. I’ve never talked to him, though. He said he knew me?” “Well, the way he put it it was probably more like he knew of you.” “Huh, weird. So what about him? Sounds like you got rejected or something.” Karin got an evil grin on her face. “Could it be he actually likes me instead? Sounds like we’re going to have to fight to the death for his affection.” Amilee didn’t laugh, so Karin leaned down and flicked Amilee in the forehead. “Listen, it’s not the end of the world. If you like him that much maybe he’ll come around when you’re a little older. If he doesn’t then he’s probably a jerk who doesn’t deserve you anyway.” Amilee managed a weak smile. She probably wasn’t going to be able to clear up Karin’s misunderstanding. How would she? She’d have to explain what had happened, and even she wasn’t sure what that was. “Yeah. I guess you’re right,” she managed, weakly. “Of course I’m right. I’m awesome. Let’s go eat ice cream and talk about how stupid boys are.” “I’m just going to head to my room, if that’s alright. Gotta study for an upcoming test.” “Sure, sure, I’ll be downstairs if you wanna talk.” Amilee shut the door to her room and quickly changed to her pajamas. She still didn’t feel the need to pee at all. What would she do if she had to go while at school? Would she be able to excuse herself and run all the way home? She’d probably end up having an accident on the way if she tried that. She’d just have to be very careful about when she drank water, and make sure to always leave the house with an empty bladder. With that in mind she decided it’d probably be best to drink a lot now while she was at home. If she was going to go all day at school tomorrow without drinking, she’d need to get her fill of liquids while she could. She had one of those big insulated hydro flasks on her desk, still full. She decided to also get a big glass of the ice tea from the fridge down in the kitchen. She saw Karin sitting in the living room watching TV, but she didn’t make a move to talk to her at all. Back in her room and with plenty to drink, Aimlee decided to distract herself by actually studying like she’d said. There wasn’t any particular test coming up, but she could get a head start on some homework to pass the time. The feeling crept up on her slowly at first, but as she continued to work it became obvious. That familiar twinge in her lower body, the slight discomfort. She panicked immediately when she realized what it was, but then, for some reason she also felt extremely calm. The bathroom wasn’t far, there was no rush. If she freaked out every time she felt the need to go it would be like giving in to that pervert. He probably loved the idea of her living in constant fear, so she decided to reject being scared. She continued to work. She began to feel oddly satisfied at her calmness. It was like each passing second was another victory against that awful creep. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Yes, it was good to just let it build. The feeling of her bladder filling up was a good thing. It was gratifying. It was… pleasurable? Yes, it was starting to feel more than just pleasant. Why not? Shouldn’t she enjoy winning? Shouldn’t beating that pervert at his stupid game make her feel this good? At that moment she realized she was reaching down to rub herself, and her thoughts froze. She bolted upright and nearly sprinted out of her room to the toilet. She sat and released the floodgates that had been building and- Oh, an intense wave of pleasure washed through her. How could she have forgotten? He had said that peeing would make her feel all the feelings he’d forced onto her all at once. He had said that the longer she held it the more intense it would be. She hadn’t been paying close enough attention apparently. She gasped and moaned on the toilet seat as pee continued to splash out of her. She hoped that she wasn’t being loud enough to be heard, but that was a distracting thought compared to the insane pleasure she felt. It felt like minutes had passed when she finally reached for some toilet paper to dap herself off. She was dripping with more than just pee, and it took some time and a bit of self control to not keep rubbing. The feelings had mostly passed. She was in control again. What had happened to her? She had started to feel good just from holding her pee for too long. It had started to mess with her head. She was worried that if she hadn’t stopped and forced herself to the bathroom like she had, the feelings would have built until she peed herself in her room. Would she have really let that happen? She didn’t know, and that was terrifying. It was the next day and Amilee was walking to school. She barely saw her mom anymore. Since Karin had been old enough to watch the house for the two of them, their mother had worked later and later shifts to keep them afloat. She was always only half awake in the mornings, and gone by the time they got home from school. She wondered, though, if her mom would even be able to give her any advice on her situation. She hadn’t been able to open up to Karin about it, could she open up to her mom? It probably didn’t matter. She hadn’t drunk anything since her near accident the night before. She was starting to get pretty thirsty, but she’d rather that than something terrible happen. Maybe it would be alright to just have a few sips here or there? She would be careful. It would be alright as long as she didn’t drink too much, wouldn’t it? The school day was incredibly stressful as these thoughts continued. She did decide it would be bad for her health in the long term if she didn’t drink something, so she had a few sips here and there from drinking fountains. The day passed agonizingly slow, but it did eventually come to an end. On her way out the front gate she felt something odd tingle in the back of her mind. She had felt it once before, just before- Oh no. It was him. This was the same odd feeling she had before going to the room the day before. It was as though some unseen force were compelling her to go somewhere she hadn’t been planning on going. She resisted for a moment, thinking perhaps it would be best to just ignore it and go home. It didn’t seem to be compelling her completely, she could fight it if she really wanted. But thinking again she realized it was probably best not to piss off the pervert with a god complex. Plus if she got close to him she might be able to make him undo what he’d done somehow. It was a slim hope, but she’d take anything at this point. He was standing alone in an alley near her school. It was odd how even in broad daylight, a place like this could look so ominous. The cast of the shadows between buildings, the way the sun just didn’t quite reach all the nooks and crevices back here, it was unnerving. “What do you want this time?” Amilee managed to ask while keeping most of the terror from her voice. “Oh just come to check up on you is all. I have an offer for you on how to make our little game more interesting. A slight modification of the rules, if you will.” He had a twisted smile which sent chills through her as he spoke. There was definitely an evil lurking behind those eyes. “And if I’m not interested? What if I want this game of yours to end! What if I’d rather die than give you the satisfaction!” “Now, now, I’m sure this is something you’ll want to hear. I’m sure you were worried all day about drinking too much and needing to pee. I wasn’t watching very closely but I did keep an eye on you. You hardly drank anything since your episode last night.” Amilee’s face grew red with shock and anger. “You’ve been watching me all this time? Even last night when I- I-” “Yes I know all about what happened to you last night, I’m the one who made it happen, remember. You know now how pointless it is to struggle don’t you? At the end of the day you will eventually need to pee again, and it will bring you to a powerful, blissful orgasm each time. Unless-” “Unless?” “Well you remember that the feelings of pleasure grow more powerful the longer you let them build up? If you were to, say, pee immediately when you feel the need rather than wait, then those feelings would be significantly less wouldn’t they? Probably by enough that after a while you’d be able to ignore them. This is how you can win, how you can truly overcome the situation I’ve put you in.” Something wasn’t right. Why tell her this? If there was an easy solution to her problem, why would he want her to know? “Hang on. Don’t I have to use my toilet at home? How does that idea even help me while I’m at school?” “Well, let’s say I lift that restriction. Or, rather, allow for some leniency on it.” He reached up into the air and made a long sweeping motion with his hand. This wasn’t like the other times she’d seen where he made intricate symbols that glowed, this was more like he was ripping a hole in the air itself. From it he pulled a large plastic package. It was something she felt she should have recognized, but was so incongruously out of place that it took her a moment to get it. “Diapers? You want me to go around school wearing diapers?” It made a sick sort of sense. She was surprised she hadn’t thought of it before. Or rather she had avoided thinking about it. She knew somewhere deep down that this would have to be in her future if her bladder ever got bad enough, but it was such an unpleasant thought she hoped it would never come to that. “Not just any diapers. These, I have enchanted to work just like if you had gone in your toilet at home. If you go in these you won’t take any penalties. Your bladder and the muscles around will stay the same. That is- if you use them voluntarily.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” “Well, let’s say you have an accident. You try your best to hold it but it just slips away from you. Let’s say that you hold it and hold it until you can’t hold it anymore and the dam just breaks. If that’s the case then the diaper will penalize you. It’ll penalize you worse than if you hadn’t worn the diaper at all. You’ll get double the treatment of bladder shrinkage and muscle atrophy. But that shouldn’t be a problem as long as you keep your bladder healthy in the first place, right?” Amilee thought a hard minute about all the implications of what he was telling her. She would have to use a diaper at all times outside of her home, it would become difficult to hide from other people. She would have to stay on guard at all times, changing for gym would be extremely difficult and potentially awkward, and she’d still have to be vigilant about not holding her pee for too long. If she did she risked not only the pleasure that would come with peeing being too strong, but potential accidents leading to a quick ruin. Did she have any choice in the matter? She could always accept the diapers and not use them, continuing to struggle in the way she had today. Would that be any better? This was the only way she saw of getting any control back. But if she did accept and start using them, it wasn’t much different than becoming incontinent right now. Either way she’d end up needing diapers. “Fine, I’ll take the package.” She reluctantly reached to grab it from him. He seemed wary of her getting too close, keeping a distance between them as he stretched his arms to hand it to her. “What am I supposed to do if I use all these, though? Are you going to keep showing up to give me more?” “So eager to use them all up already?” He smiled. Damn him. “No, just curious. I’m not sure I like the idea of you always being around.” “Oh I’ll always be around, you can be sure of that. I can watch you anywhere, and there’s really not anything you can do about that. But if you’re worried about running out of those, don’t be. The enchantment on that package also makes it bottomless. You could pull diapers out of it all day and never run out. On that note-” he slashed the air again and a long, metallic object fell onto the ground. It looked like some sort of trash bin. “Touch this real quick while thinking about a place in your room that it might fit. It’s a bottomless diaper pail. It’s got a nice push-up lid, a chrome finish, and anyone who looks inside will just see an empty liner.” Amilee hated to admit how convenient that would make disposal. She hadn’t even thought about how she would have gone about hiding all the wet diapers. “I just have to touch it? Is this thing going to magic itself into my room?” “Yes. Is that really the craziest thing you’ve seen me do in the last two days?” She had to admit he had her there. She leaned down to touch it as instructed, thinking about the corner near her desk drawer. Instantly the thing was gone. She stood bemused for a moment, holding a package of magic diapers in an alleyway with a man who had apparently watched her pee last night. What had her life become?
  12. Greetings all. I have the opening chapter for a new story here today. I know this is the omutsu forum and this technically doesn't have any diapers in it yet, but it will don't worry. More to come and hopefully you won't have to wait more than a year for it this time. Prologue If Darien had to place the time in his life that things really started to go off the rails, it was probably when he got possessed by that demon. Oh sure, dabbling in forbidden arcane magics seems like a fun idea in theory, but having your soul forcibly ripped from your body as a foreign invader settles in to take its place really puts a damper on things. Yeah, he was dying all right. Well worse than dying, actually. His immortal soul was being shredded to infinity right out from under him and whenever he managed to recover from that, if he did recover, he’d probably spend eternity damned to the lowest level of hell for the trouble. What a way to start the week. At least he could entertain himself through eternal damnation with the thought that the demon walking around in his skin would probably be just as unpopular as he had been. If only he could have gotten Karin to notice him just once. Oh well, that’s life. These lingering thoughts from Darien were the first things that the demon felt upon entering the body. He found that all the human’s memories were still there perfectly intact, as though he had been Darien himself this whole time. He was Darien. But he was also a powerful Lord of Chaos from another plane of existence. It was a strange feeling to be both at once. He felt a small pang of guilt at having effectively killed the young man who’s memories he now had, but it passed quickly. He had goals and aspirations before for things like world domination or the like. These quickly faded into the background as his demon mind grappled with his new teenage boy’s body. He had all the power in the universe but he couldn’t get over the single overpowering emotion he felt at that exact moment: horny. He had no idea who this Karin girl was, owing to the fact that Darien had barely known her, but she was hot, he was certain of that. He was having some very dark thoughts about what he’d like to do to her. Darien had apparently been quite the pervert, having some very particular abnormal desires. And now, being mostly demon, he suddenly had the power to act on them. This was going to be fun. Chapter 1 - Fun For the Whole Family Darien drew the complex symbol in the air with the speed and proficiency of one with his eons of experience. He was just Darien now. He no longer thought of himself as a demon inhabiting Darien’s body. He retained all the knowledge and power of the demon, but Darien’s had come out on top as the dominant personality with the rest fading into subconscious. Life was funny like that. It had been a few weeks since his successful summoning ritual. He’d quietly disposed of his parents and anybody who might come asking questions. He didn’t like the complications, his plans would go much smoother if he lived alone with no one to answer to. He continued to draw the spell that would make his home unknowable to anyone he didn’t invite to it. It essentially erased the place’s existence from the consciousness of anyone he didn’t want. When it was complete, the symbol lit up and a small explosion of power was released, then it faded away. He had been attending school as normal, fantasizing and planning what he was going to do to Karin and how he would go about getting away with it. He managed to keep his desires in check by masturbating frequently, but with the power he knew he had now it was hard not to just rush in and go crazy. Part of him still wanted to, but he wasn’t completely omnipotent. Spells took time to craft and put into place, and if he tried to do too much too quickly he could easily get into trouble. If he didn’t want to face criminal charges or some other retaliation he needed to make sure he had full and complete control of the situation first. Plus, he had to admit, there was a thrill that ran through him at the idea of slowly taking control of her life. The instant gratification that might come from simply raping her outright would pale in comparison to the slow build up of watching as her world comes crashing down around on her. The inevitability of a steady march toward madness, and the pleasure of tormenting her until she breaks, gives up and gives in willingly to everything he has planned for her. The climax of the moment when her will is finally destroyed and she realizes she has no control will be infinitely more powerful than any mere physical torments he might subject her to. All this meant he probably needed to start in her home, with her family life. He needed to make sure he had full control of any family she had waiting for her, so there would be no moral support for her when he eventually struck. Only problem was, he knew next to nothing about her. He didn’t know if she had any siblings or anything about her home life at all. She was literally just a pretty girl from one of his classes and his crush was nothing more than a physical infatuation. The demon probably would have found this to be pathetic behavior, but Darien was in charge now and he decided what to do with their powers. He needed to find out more about her, talk to her. Unfortunately while Darien had inherited all the powers of a demon, the demon had also gotten all the insecurities of a boy who didn’t know how to talk to girls. He had to almost forcibly shut off that irrational part of his brain and let just a little bit of the 5 billion year old Dreadlord take over. He realized quickly that Mr. Dread didn’t have much experience talking to girls either, and gave up feeling confident. Eventually he cheated and peaked through the astral plane directly into her home, spending the rest of the day spying on it. He found there that she had a younger sister around middle school aged, and they spent most of their time at home alone as their mother worked. There didn’t seem to be any father in the picture, but that seemed all the better. Three women, three targets to ravish with his otherworldly abilities, and there was no one else to get in the way. He decided it’d be best to start with the youngest. At school the next day, Darien left his homeroom in a hurry. He had kept his third eye on the younger sister to figure out where she went to school. It wasn’t far, and a few quick runes would allow him to leap there instantly anyway, so he’d decided to pay a visit during lunch. He found a secluded hallway and made the gate in the air. It made a small tear in the fabric of reality that opened up on the rooftop of the other school building. He stepped through and immediately started sending mental projections to the younger sister. Come to the roof, an old friend is waiting for you there. The projection was vague enough that she probably wouldn’t question it until she was already on the roof. By then it’d be too late for her. A few minutes passed, and finally the knob on the stairway access rattled. Remembering that most rooftops like this are emergency access only and are usually locked, he drew a quick spell to open it for her. A young girl in a school uniform stepped out looking slightly confused. “Are you who I’m supposed to be coming to see?” the girl asked, sounding slightly annoyed. “It’s really weird. I suddenly felt like I needed to be up here for some reason.” “What’s your name?” Darien asked, offering no explanations to her. She hesitated a moment and he worried he would have to draw a few spells before he could get her to cooperate at all. “I’m Amilee, who the heck are you?” She seemed far more annoyed now, and more than a little suspicious. Without saying anything Darien drew something in the air and let it float there for long enough for the girl to gasp in surprise. “How did you do that? Who are you? What is all this?” “You ask a lot of questions,” Darien finally answered. “Though I suppose that’s fair, considering. You can call me Darien, I’m a friend of- Well let’s say I know your sister. I came here to get to know you.” Darien casually flicked his hand through the mark he’d drawn in the air and it streaked across the roof to smack Amilee in the chest. “That should make this easier.” The girl grunted in pain as the mark sealed itself onto her. It left a mark on the front of her shirt which penetrated all the way through to her skin and down into her very soul. “What the- what was that- that thing?” Amilee was understandably unsettled. “What did you do to me?” She took a defiant step toward him, as if to demand he undo whatever he’d done. The mark had already begun to fade. “Hmm, looks like I aimed a little high,” Darien said, more to himself than anything. “Should still work, though. You’re going to pee yourself in a few seconds.” A look of disgust came across the girl’s face, an emotion which seemed to overpower her shock from a moment before. “What the hell kind of pervert are you? Going around marking people with strange things and saying gross things, I’m getting a teacher. They’ll probably have the police here to arrest you before you can get off this roof.” The girl put up a brave front but Darien could tell it was beginning to take effect. The way she lightly fidgeted, the subtle body language of someone feeling a slight discomfort in their lower region. “I assure you the police wouldn’t be able to hold me long. I’m basically a God to normal people like you. Consider this my proof.” The girl gave up making an effort to disguise her growing desperation. She held her legs firmly crossed, knees slightly bent. Tears of anger and embarrassment welled up in her eyes. “I- I don’t know what you did but- I- I hate you! I- Oh please make it stop. Please don’t let this happen!” She held her hands firmly against her crotch as if to stop the flow, but it was too late. A dark patch appeared on the front of her skirt as a dark yellow liquid poured uncontrollably through her clenched fingers. It hit the ground in small trickles at first, until the fabric could no longer absorb anything and it flowed freely. She sank down fully onto her knees into the puddle that formed under her. “Why? Why me? Why did you do this?” “Well if you want to blame someone I guess you could blame your mother for giving birth to you. It’s not my fault that Karin had a younger sister. I just needed to make sure I have everyone under my control before I move in to strike. Nothing personal toward you.” Darien had moved down close enough to wipe away a single tear from her cheek. “Though I’d be lying if I said I’m not going to enjoy this.” She made to slap his hand away but he pulled it back before she could. Then to his surprise she lunged at him fully in a wild attack. She probably wasn’t thinking very rationally anymore. He dodged out of the way and lifted his foot to kick her firmly in the back. She fell on her face and he held his foot down so she wouldn’t be able to get back up. “Now, now. Let’s not do anything we’re going to regret. You see, I can do a lot worse than what I just did. I can have complete control over your entire body.” To prove his point, he lifted the back of her skirt to reveal the pair of stockings she wore underneath. He reached for power and drew a mark directly on her thigh, burning a hole through the stocking as he did so. She screamed out in pain as it burned itself into her flesh. This one would probably leave a permanent mark on her skin. “No! What are you doing this time!” “A demonstration of what will happen if you don’t play along with what I’m going to tell you.” He let the power flow through him into the mark he’d drawn. It wasn’t the final spell he was going to cast on her, but it would give him a great deal of control. He increased her sensitivity, slowly at first but then ramped it up to what would probably be unbearable. “What are you- Oh!” The girl flushed, her body turning red from the heat of arousal. “What did you do?” Something shiny was seeping through her already soaked panties. It was a viscous, syrupy liquid that meant she was really feeling it. “Now, see. Look how good I can make you feel.” “Please stop this. I don’t want to feel like this!” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, red with inescapable desire. “I’ll do whatever you want, just make it stop!” “Stop? Well I suppose I can make the arousal go away for a time, but you’re probably not going to like the trade off.” “Please!” she practically screamed. “Anything!” “Alright, alright. Turn over, let me see your stomach.” He lifted his foot enough for her to roll onto her back. Her clothing was already so disheveled, but he tugged and pulled enough so he could clearly see her navel. This would be the ultimate spell. He began drawing directly above where her bladder would be, a large intricate tattoo that would make her completely submit to him. The process probably would have been painful for her if she didn’t already have the other mark turning all sensation into pleasure. This one wouldn’t completely override the first mark, but it would control how much of that pleasure would flow into her at once. It would act as a sort of dam to block up the influx of pleasure, but that reservoir would continue to fill so that when it was unstopped it would flow much more powerfully. He was quite proud of his work when he finished. The light subsided and it left only a red pattern in her skin. He’d stylized it after something Darien had seen in some porn games. A so-called crotch tattoo. Something about the design and it’s placement was very arousing to him. “Alright before you fall unconscious here listen up. You’re going to wake up when the bell chimes for lunch to be over. I’m a nice enough guy that I’ll replace your clothes before then so you won’t have to go back down with that huge stain on you. I’ve made some changes to your body. It’s going to be like a sort of game. All that pleasure you just felt, you’ll feel it again every time you pee. The longer you try to hold it in the more pleasure you’ll eventually feel when you let it all out. On the other hand every time you pee, your bladder will shrink a little and all the little muscles you use to hold it in will get a little bit weaker. Do you understand? Every time you pee it will get a little bit harder to hold it in next time, until eventually you won’t be able to hold it at all. Now it would be boring if you couldn’t fight back at all, so the weakening effect won’t happen if you manage to use your toilet at home. Adding that condition was probably the most complex part of this rune, you should be grateful. But it means you’ll always have to be holding it in at school or anytime you're away from your house. “That seal I made on your back thigh is also pretty strong, probably stronger than I meant it to be. I can’t guarantee that some of its effects won’t start to leak through anyway if you try to hold your pee too long, so best not to push your luck too much. That’s basically the game. Don’t find yourself in any desperate bathroom situations too far from home and you won’t have to worry. But if you mess up even once it will become a slippery slope and you’ll end up a mindless sexual plaything.” A thought occurred to him as he was explaining things to her. He drew another quick sign in the air and took hold of it. He then gently reached between her thighs and placed it over the first symbol he’d drawn on her, embedding that spell with one other rule. He didn’t feel the need to tell her what it was, but she’d find out. It would probably make winning the game impossible for her. But then, she was never supposed to win.
  13. I've been a huge fan of Atelier Lunette, a doujinshi circle that makes omutsu content, for a long time. I attached a couple of their cover arts for reference. Is there any disposable diaper brand Japanese or otherwise that would be anything like these? What I want is that insanely bulky look where it feels like you can't even close your legs if you tried. I know that within the context of these stories they achieved it by layering up multiple diapers. I've tried this is real life before but I never felt like I got the same results as shown in these. So here's what I'm thinking. Abena Abri-Form M4 for a couple layers, then layer on a couple L4s, then XL4s. What do you think?
  14. okay probably wasn't worth t he wait, but here you go. ----------------------------------------------------------- Joleen was floating somewhere where it was hard to think. Or- she was laying down? It was hard to think. She didn’t really feel like thinking anyway. Someone was talking, but it was hard to understand what they were saying. Somewhere deep down- way deep below her subconscious mind, where rational thought was being held hostage, she knew she should be panicking. Why? She couldn’t remember. Something about those words that were being said. Relax? Yes. That felt right. She knew she was forgetting something. That’s probably what that nervousness had been. She was worried that she wasn’t relaxed enough. She could feel her body relaxing now. Or- it was more accurate to say she couldn’t feel. Her muscles were so relaxed they had lost nearly all sensation. So it was that despite the fact that she had started just lying down, now she was floating. And it was so warm. So warm. Had it always been so warm? Maybe. Hard to remember. But it seemed like the warmth was spreading. Yes, yes she could notice that now. There was a warmth spreading in her middle. It started up her back, into her arms and fingers and- her chest. Her chest felt hot. Way hotter than the warmth from before, there was a sudden heat, a- raw sexual energy flowing through her now as it passed back down through her middle and down her legs and back up. And finally- finally it settled in one spot. The spot where it had all started, where the warmth had begun and it was so hot now. But the heat wouldn’t stop, it just kept building and building and building until- Fuck. Yes. Climax as powerful as any she had experienced in her entire life. Joleen was rocked and the cloud she had been floating on seemed in danger of ripping apart as her rational mind was nearly freed from it’s trance. But despite the powerful physical experience that it was she somehow remained deep- deeply fixated and in moments she was back in that floating state, her mind drifting in the afterglow of that blissful orgasm. The warmth remained, and she felt it running all down her legs. ------------------------------------------------------- “Get ready to wake up and start feeling good,” Hayden was about to suddenly and dramatically count down from 3 to 1, but realized he had a few other things he wanted to say. So he decided to try a little mischief. “In 3… 2… 1… just kidding you’re going deeper. Deeper now than before. Did you think I’d let you wake up from trance so soon? We’re not done reprogramming your brain yet. Feel that pee soaking into your pants right now? Normally that would make you embarrassed but as we’ve just found out it makes you horny instead. “You’re horny because you know it isn’t normal. It’s naughty. It’s something you know shouldn’t happen, and while that makes you feel shame if it’s on accident, if you can convince yourself it was on purpose, that it was your choice, then it will make you feel excited instead. Being bad feels good, doing what you’re not supposed to makes your heart race. So when you feel the need and the pee starts to flow, try to convince yourself that it was your decision to do so, even though you know deep down that you had no control in the first place. “Now I am going to wake you up in a moment but there are some things you need to remember before we do that. First, you were never hypnotized. I gave you some normal advice and consolation, whatever soothing words you wanted to hear from me that’s what you’ll remember me saying. You’ll go back to your dorm, walk all the way there in those soaked jeans and forget you ever peed yourself today. Oh you’ll remember the sensations deep in your soul but the recollection of the event will elude you. When you get home you’ll change out of those, shower if you feel the need, and wash all your wet clothes, forgetting it ever happened. “But it will happen again. Probably very soon, so remember all that I’ve told you today and lock it away in your heart. And when it does happen again remember to come to me for help and I’ll give you more training. You won’t remember it if you try to, but it’s all there deep in your mind, driving your thoughts and emotions whether you realize it or not. Alright, we’ll be counting upward to wake you up. This time it’s for real. Starting at 0. Ready? 0… 1… 2… 3… feeling the trance burn away with the memories. 4… 5… 6… when I get to 10 you’ll be fully awake. 7… 8… 9… almost there- and… 10. Fully awake now.” *clap* ---------------------------------------------------------- Joleen felt a jolt, and realized she had zoned out for a second. “Oh gosh I’m so tired. This has got me so stressed out, Hayden, but thank you for listening to my problems anyway. I’m glad you didn’t just laugh at me like usual, it helps that you were willing to just sit and seriously listen.” “Anytime, I’m here for you if you want to talk.” “I’m so lucky to have a friend like you,” Joleen leaned in and hugged Hayden good night. She needed to get home and try to forget the strange thoughts she kept feeling about using the bathroom. She could feel them even now, as she walked home, and her face was flush as she did her best to banish thoughts of peeing herself. ------------------------------------------------------------ That had gone exceptionally well. Hayden had done many tests on other students leading up to this, but he expected Joleen was going to be his magnum opus. Unfortunately he knew the limitations of his coin from those tests. While he was holding the coin and speaking hypnotically in that person’s presence they were under his complete control, and would obey unquestioningly. But the effect only lasted as far as that session. Joleen wasn’t going to immediately start pissing herself at every chance because he’d told her to in trance. It didn’t work that way, unfortunately. But she would go away with all the feelings of obedience from that trance session locked away deep in her subconscious, and the more sessions they had together the stronger those feelings would be and the longer they’d last after the session was over. Real hypnosis that didn’t rely on magic coins, Hayden understood, worked very similarly. It would require weeks, perhaps months of sessions for the effects to actually become permanent, and persist outside of trance. The way he saw it, each session would weaken her bladder and her resistance to peeing on herself a little more, until eventually all resistance was gone. The incident in class that she had come to talk to him about was a good sign of that, but if not for their session today it probably would have been a one time thing. Having resisted once she would have been stronger at resisting again if he hadn’t reinforced her obedience today. It was going to be a fun ride. --------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a couple of days since that time Joleen had almost peed herself in class. She had been so scared and embarrassed but that seemed silly now. She was more embarrassed that she had made such a fuss over nothing and brought her problems to Hayden. He probably thought she was some kind of weirdo now. Of course he was pretty weird himself. She only vaguely remembered the actual advice he’d given her, but before that he’d said something weird about how maybe she’d wanted to pee herself. She had some sort of subconscious desire to let go in the middle of a class? That sounded crazy, but made a weird kind of sense. She remembered how her bladder hadn’t even been full to bursting but it still leaked a tiny bit. She’d never had trouble holding it before but it really was like the pee wanted to come out on its own. Could she blame that on her body or was it in her head? She sat in class now, ruminating on all this somewhat absentmindedly because a need had started to arise in her bladder. Should that worry her? She’d held on just fine the last couple times this had happened in the days since the first incident. She didn’t want to freak out every time she felt the need to pee. She decided to just relax instead. She could hold it. Why get worked up over it. Even if the idea of peeing herself was… intriguing? What? Where did that come from? She didn’t actually want to try it, did she? What would it be like if she had actually peed herself in class? It would be humiliating of course, but could she also find that… exciting? She knew there were people who got excited by humiliation, but that wasn’t her was it? She’d always had a fairly normal idea of sex. She touched herself in the shower now and then, but she was still a virgin and didn’t really think about erotic stuff all that often. So why was she getting so excited right now? All while she was thinking this the pressure began to build. It was suddenly strangely foreign to her, that pressure. How many times had she felt that need to go in her life and never thought about the way the sensation pressed against her lower abdomen. It did so now in the most uncomfortable way. She knew there was one way to get rid of that feeling. She could just let it go. Don’t let it build anymore and just relax right now. Why did that sound so appealing? Feeling deeply disturbed, she was glad when the bell finally rang, and she was quick to find the nearest bathroom. What if class had gone longer? Would she have actually done it? It terrified her that she didn’t have an answer to that. ------------------------------------------------------- Days turned into weeks and Joleen’s urges were getting harder and harder to keep in check. For the first time in ages she’d masturbated last night to try and relieve some of what she’d been feeling. She’d nearly lost control of her bladder during climax. She knew that wasn’t so abnormal, she’d read up on it just in case, and it wasn’t totally uncommon for women to pee a little bit when they climaxed. Some women who were “squirters” were actually just peeing a little bit, it was normal. But it worried her just the same. She found herself wanting to give up, to just let go in class one day to see what it was like, and when she found out how horrible it was she’d never have to do it again. But that would kill her reputation and her social life in one fell swoop. Hayden probably wouldn’t be so nice to her if she peed herself fully like that. She’d gone back to him several times and he was always willing to listen. He never really said much in the way of actual advice, but she didn’t know how she could have gone on without him. She was going there today. “Joleen, what’s up? You need to talk, again?” Hayden greeted her as he opened the door and invited her in. “Yeah, it’s been happening again. Something might be seriously wrong with me.” She knew she should be embarrassed that she was having to come here so often and talk about such a weird subject. Instead she felt comfortable in his presence, like she could lay all her worries behind and everything would be fine here. What had she been thinking about just now? She felt so tired all of a sudden, like she should be sleeping right now. It might be a good idea to lie down. ------------------------------------------------- “Very good, lie down and enter that deep trance state that you love so much,” Hayden instructed, coin in hand. “You’ve been doing so well. Remembering things we’ve learned here in this room, keeping them in mind even when the strong hypnotic control I have over you ends. You want to pee yourself. You need to pee yourself. Peeing yourself makes you feel good. Take off your pants for me and go deeper.” Hayden continued to make Joleen pee herself in most of their sessions since that first time he’d done it. He had gotten tired of cleaning up after her, though. So he’d changed the format a bit after washing his sheets the third time. “That’s right, I’ve got something you love here. I’ve got a fresh diaper for you to wear. You love diapers because when you wear them you know you can pee without any worries. You know you’re safe. Lift up, now” Hayden scooted the diaper under Joleen’s bum, and taped it into place. He was able to contain his excitement at seeing her naked lower body a lot better now that he'd seen it several times. He could take advantage of her in a more sexual way in this state, but he found the bladder control play to ultimately be more stimulating. Having such dominance over another human was more gratifying than any cheap climax could have been. “Alright, diaper’s in place now and you are free to pee yourself whenever you feel the need. No need to rush, though. We have plenty of time to talk about your future while you’re here. I said before that you’ve been doing well, but let’s be honest. You haven’t once peed yourself fully outside this room. This makes me very disappointed in you, and you want nothing more than to avoid that. You want to make me happy, because you love me. So you want to do what I tell you, even when our session is over and you’ve been released from my total control you’ll remember that. “This is going to go into the deepest part of your subconscious possible, so deep that no matter what, no matter how much time passes or how far away from my control you think you’ve gotten, this fact will remain. Tomorrow, during class, you will pee yourself. It may be because you’re giving in to those naughty desires you’ve been feeling, it may be because you can’t hold it anymore. You’re not allowed to go to the toilet until then by the way, you have to let it build so there will be plenty to let out. Remember to drink lots of water, and remember that it’s so hard to hold when you feel that pressure in your lower abdomen. It’s so hard to want to hold, you want to relax instead. Relax and release, but only when you’re in the classroom surrounded by other people. This will happen. You can use whatever rationalization you want, whatever justification your mind comes up with for why. Why? Why are you leaking, here where everyone can see? It doesn’t matter. In fact, let go of “why.” Why is a lie we tell ourselves to explain events we really can’t control. And you can’t control. You have no control. You will pee, you can’t stop it. There’s no reason, you have no reason. “Once it happens there’s no going back. Any resistance you’ve held to will rush out with the pee. And it will feel. So. Good. You may feel the pressure building right now, and you may remember that it’s okay to go because you’re wearing a diaper. That’s true, normally but hold onto it for now. In fact, keep wearing that diaper until your class tomorrow when you’re going to pee. It will help make you feel safe, make you remember it’s okay to pee. Even when you’re not wearing a diaper it’s okay to pee, but this will reinforce the idea. It will be a constant reminder until the event tomorrow. “Now you may not remember me putting the diaper on you, because you normally forget everything that happens in these sessions. So instead you’ll remember that I gave you that diaper to wear, and you’ll remember being embarrassed by the suggestion, but eventually realizing it would be for the best. You’ll remember putting it on yourself as a precaution but you’ll have trouble remembering how to take it off. It’s fine, you can go one day without showering. Just leave the diaper on. Because you’ll need it. Because whether you want it or not, you are going to wet yourself in class and this diaper will help you remember to do so.” Hayden thought this should be enough. He was worried about the diaper. He thought his control was strong enough now that it would hold, at least until she was in class tomorrow. But what if she took the diaper off. What if she walked out of the room and suddenly thought it was strange to be wearing in the first place? He had to take risks, though. He needed to push her along. “Time to wake up soon. Wake up and forget everything that you don’t need to remember. Only what I’ve told you to remember. I’ll count you up now…” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ afterword: I'll say this with finality for anyone still wondering, this is where the story ends. Yes it could keep going forever, but I'm not a multi-million dollar mickey mouse company trying to milk this as an intellectual property for decades to get all the money. In fact I get no money for this, just fake internet points. I appreciate that you liked it as a story and I get that people will probably want more even after I'm writing this end note, but you have to realize that creatively, there's nothing I feel like I can add at this point. I mean I could, but call me lazy or whatever I just don't really feel like it. So that's it, that's all you get, thanks and have a great rest of your life.
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