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brucejedi

Ammonia Apprentice
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    he/him

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    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Bondage
    Gender bender
    Humiliation
    Hypnosis

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  1. Interesting concept. I’d also love to read a story that takes the opposite approach: A guy wakes up female but still identifies as male, and tries to rebel against the biological changes. The story would involve lots of unsuccessful attempts to pee standing up, into a urinal, through a fly, etc., as well as detailed descriptions of what it’s like to pee as a woman for the first time.
  2. Hi everyone! Does anyone know of any stories where a female character is rendered incontinent but does not become an adult baby? Some examples would be: as punishment for a crime afflicted by a curse, disease, or injury hypnosis experiment gone wrong This would then lead to various embarrassing moments, such as when she first realizes her new problem, has to buy diapers, has them leak, vainly attempts to reach the toilet or to “potty train”, vainly tries to go unprotected, etc. The best example I know is Botox’s “The Best Parking Spaces.” (That story contains me
  3. Chapter 12. A Prophecy Fulfilled? One year later… Courtney stood behind her podium in the auditorium full of teenage girls. She felt nervous in front of the crowd, but at least her nether regions were shielded from view, lest she fail to “make it through” her presentation. She waited for the room to quiet down and then began. “Did you know that boys’ and girls’ urinary tracts are virtually identical at birth, save for the final portion?” A hand shot up immediately. “So then, why are we naturally incontinent?” “That’s just it,” Courtney replied. “I’m not sure we are.”
  4. Chapter 11. Revelations The next morning, Kyle and Courtney sat in her living room, by her invitation. She shared a story. “When I was thirteen years old, Jenny slept over. We talked late into the night, mostly about boys. But at one point I left to change my diaper, and when I returned, she asked, ‘Have you ever tried the toilet instead?’ I told her, ‘Here or there in an emergency—never on purpose,’ and with a gleam in her eye, she said, ‘We should try it!’ So we made a pact that the next day we’d attempt to pee only on the toilet and never in our diapers.” “I always wondered
  5. I'm surprised no one responded to this thoughtful post. I'm in a similar boat, albeit even less far along than you. I had been spending good amounts of time in the evenings writing the story I posted on here, to the point where I eventually needed to tell my wife what I was doing. She knew I was into writing fetish stories but not on this topic. So several weeks ago I divulged my interest in omo with her and learned (as expected) that she doesn't share it. I haven't really brought it up with her since. She has indulged other kinks of mine but, like you, I never felt totally comfortably be
  6. Chapter 10. Lovers’ Quarrels Courtney continued to mull over her night out with Kyle. Though she hated to admit it, his scheming had revealed a degree of control she hadn’t known she possessed. She stood reminded that learning to ride a bicycle required ditching the training wheels and climbing on, despite the fear of falling. That night, though, had also brought her face-to-face with the jagged pavement. What if there were no alley, no urinal, no cup—nothing but her clothes to absorb the hot mess, as the whole room looked on? While she appreciated the sentiment, Kyle’s confidence in her
  7. Chapter 9. Raising the Bar, part 2 So that’s why Kyle wanted her in a diaper. If she had kept her pull-up dry all night, Courtney never would have needed to change into this. The bastard must have known all the dispensers would be empty in a jam-packed club. No matter, she would just ask a stranger for a spare. She began to mouth the request, but then paused. A moment ago, this whole diaper scene disgusted her, and now she was stooping further below that—to be the girl incapable even of managing her own supply? She shoved her feet through the panty’s leg-holes in defiance. Yet
  8. Chapter 8. Raising the Bar, part 1 Courtney and Kyle lay in bed, basking in the morning sun that pierced the windows. “So, should I?” she asked. “Do you wanna?” he replied. “Okay…what color?” “I say, pink.” Courtney went to shower and soon reemerged in a robe. “Are you ready?” Kyle nodded. “Ta da!” She parted the flaps, revealing pink panties and a floral lace bra to match. “See how slim my hips look?” She spun in front of him, the robe dropping to the floor. “Hmm, let me inspect.” He brought his hand to her rear and squeezed the softly yielding f
  9. Chapter 7. Intimate Confessions A thick silence loomed over breakfast the next morning. Whenever Kyle looked at Courtney, she would avert her gaze, and when she looked back at him, he would avert his. She shifted in her seat. For the first time in weeks, she hadn’t even tried to pee this morning. She’d simply swapped her overnight for a dry diaper, resigned to her need to wear it—as last night had made so painfully clear. Then they both began talking at once. “You go first,” said Courtney. “No, you.” “I’m really sorry about the dress,” was all she managed to say.
  10. Chapter 6. Birthday Adventures Over time, Courtney improved at peeing on cue. Certain techniques helped, such as running the faucet or picturing Niagara Falls. At times, though, her body still refused to cooperate—and she would emerge from the bathroom anxious and distracted. If circumstance allowed it, she would restart her timer and try again every 20 minutes until she managed to pee. More typically, though, she’d be out and about, or Kyle would be around, leaving her no option but to nervously await the impending flood. Every so often, she would gaze at a pair of panties and muse
  11. Chapter 5. Potty-Training, Take Two Each night Courtney practiced her pelvic floor exercises. By week’s end, she could reproduce Monday’s result with some consistency, but voluntary contraction still eluded her. That part of her body felt so disconnected from her mind that she might as easily lifted a spoon through telekinesis. Until one day, it happened—at work of all places. She’d been practicing behind her desk, searching and searching for that lost neural connection—when, miraculously, it fired. The faintest tremor, but she felt it plain and clear. “Got all that, Courtney?
  12. Chapter 4. A Prophecy Foretold Courtney placed her toilet aspirations on hold while she awaited the doctor’s advice. On Sunday, Kyle had checked the sheets and announced condescendingly, “All dry this morning—nice, sweetie!” To her, he had almost seemed disappointed. Well, he better get used to it. Now she sat waiting in the examination room, staring at all the scary equipment. Most of it looked similar to the gynecologist’s, with stirrups and a swiveling funnel and—she averted her eyes. At last the door swung open, and in walked a tall blonde lady in a white lab coat. “Allison
  13. Chapter 3. Potty-Training “Hi honey!” Courtney called when she arrived at Kyle’s place that evening. “How was the game?” Then she smelled the wafting aroma. She found Kyle in the kitchen, a goofy grin across his face. “You didn’t watch it, did you? Never even planned to. You cooked for me instead!” She kissed him on the cheek. “What’s gotten into you lately?” Dinner was exquisite; he even served wine. In the few months they’d been dating, he’d never done anything like this. Could it mark a new turn in their relationship? One thing led to another, and Courtney soon found herself
  14. Chapter 2. Saturday Memories Courtney awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” Kyle beamed, holding out a steaming plate. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!” She wiped the sleep from her eyes. “Want to eat in bed?” he asked. “Um, let me change first.” Courtney peered under the covers and felt around. No leaks, thank goodness, but her overnight was plenty full. It felt cold and damp against her skin—not the most pleasant thing to wake up to. The plastic sheets squeaked a bit as she scooched off the bed. A few minutes later, she was back unde
  15. Thank you to all who commented. After mulling over the feedback offered here and elsewhere, I've created revised versions of each of the chapters. As the editing time limit has expired, I've begun posting them in a new thread. Most of the changes are minor--corrected spelling, improved wording, etc. In later chapters, I did try to emphasize her desperation a bit more--allowing her to struggle before her bladder lets go. That felt more realistic to me. Relatedly, after timing myself walking between different rooms in my home, I realized I needed to increase her holding times to match the d
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