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  1. This is a commission that I recently finished. All is kept anonymous; I just wanted to share it and maybe entertain a few lonely souls on omo.org at 3 A.M. It's called: Where Alice came from, and if the story moved forward I like to imagine the Alice finally has a loving care giver in Denis, and she can once again go to her happy place. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, who ever you are. Where Alice Came From Alice sipped at her coffee on and off as she watched people pass by. The sun hung lazily in the sky as fiery, dry leaves skittered by her feet on the lukewarm, autumn afternoon. She was camped in her favorite spot under the terrace of the cafe. Alice liked watching them, wondering where they were going, where they had come from. The young woman sat in curiosity; did any of them have secrets like she had? Did they walk with such confidence down the sidewalk all the while concealing their lack of control under casual clothing which gave little hint to the truth of who they were? These things Alice understood, hoping that she wasn’t alone; these were fantasies. Unlike her day dreams of the bustling crowd which passed by, Alice’s truth was undeniable and a rush of warmth emanating from her groin only served to reinforce what she was. Alice would need a change soon. Apart from people watching, and the delicious coffee, which often disagreed with her, there was another reason she liked Marki’s cafe on 24th and 5th; his name was Denis. It started small, occasional glances stolen by the man as he moved from table to table cleaning up after various patrons, but Alice could tell he was interested and made a plan to come to Marki’s a couple times a week hoping that Denis would gain the nerve to talk to her. Today, her efforts would pay off. Denis untied his apron, draping it over his shoulder after he punched out. His heart was beating so loudly he could hear it; his mouth was dry. He couldn’t explain the spell Alice put him under, but he knew she was unlike any of the other attractive women that frequented Marki’s. He quickly peered out the window to make sure Alice was still there, and smiled to see that she was, but now he was all the more nervous. Now he had to go through with it. He stepped out the door and into the cooling afternoon. He was glad that he had brought his cardigan with him, and Denis found the cool air a welcome change from the dense scent of espresso that persisted inside Marki’s. The cafe was built on the slant of a bluff in the city, and as a result many of the building’s features were either very small or slanted in an awkward, but acceptable way. Denis nearly had to duck to go in and out of the shop whenever he came to work, or wanted a coffee; he was rather tall to begin with. After a few more precious moments of stalling, he decided it was now or never. His eyes locked onto her as he approached. He hadn’t gotten much of a chance to look at Alice during his shift; he was busy cleaning tables, and also didn’t want to be rude. Now, he could take her in fully with his gaze, and what a delight it was. She was much shorter than himself, probably just under five foot, he guessed. Long white hair perfectly framed such a youthful, entrancing face. Despite her ageless features, she was no doubt a woman, with delightful, B-cup breasts, and just enough curviness in her form that would cause your eyes to wander. Denis was a particular fan of her ass, which always had a very round, full appearance, and he often found himself thinking about how soft it must be. All these things were very nice, but what really got to him was her outfits. He had to admit he thought she always looked adorable, and even though some might find it odd that a woman would dress so childishly, he found it particularly hot. Alice sat there, legs crossed. Light green overalls covered up to her chest, and the rest of her modesty was covered by a light blue onesie covered in prints of yellow, cartoon, rubber ducks. The overalls were clipped by two yellow buttons, and upon closer inspection, the onesie was closed from the back by snaps similar to those on baby clothes. Denis found this particularly odd since he guessed it would be rather hard to put it on by yourself with the snaps in the back, but mentally shrugged it off. Overall, Denis currently found her irresistible, and once he got close enough, her violet eyes looked back into his. Alice could feel her cheeks getting hot, and her diaper grow warmer when Denis got to the table. She brushed a hand through her hair, and picked up her coffee cup to take a drink. “Hi,” she said in a soft, sweet voice. “Hello,” Denis replied. He froze up for a moment, lost in the way she made him feel, but soon snapped himself out of it. “I’m Denis,” he reached out his hand, and Alice shook it in response. “Hi, Denis,” she giggled. “I’m awice- A-Alice,” she cleared her throat and blushed. “You can sit down if you want.” He did so gladly, excited to finally be talking to her. Her voice wouldn’t leave his ears. Denis tried to calm himself and focus on being polite. “Thank you. It was kind of a long shift. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” “No, I don’t mind the company,” she blushed and took a sip of her coffee. “That’s good,” he smiled back at her. Soon, coffee after his shift became a ritual of theirs, and the two quickly got to know each other. Coffee lead to dinner dates, dinners to late night movies at his apartment, and as the months went by they spent the nights together, holding each other and dreaming of their future. Denis wasn’t the type to rush things, but often he fantasized about undoing the clasps of her overalls and slowly unbuttoning whatever silly onesie she wore. He promised himself that he would remain a gentleman when it came to Alice; it was clear that she was something very special, so he could wait. The strange thing was that in all this time Denis hadn’t seen her in anything less than her pajamas, which was fine with him, she looked cute either way, but he had to admit that it seemed like she was hiding something. Alice had even made a rule that if she was in the bathroom she needed to be alone, claiming shyness. However, as the way secrets go, Alice’s effort to hide her truth from her friend eventually was proven to be in vain. It was a night similar to many others they had shared. The two were seated on Denis’s couch, and since it was Alice’s turn to choose the movie, they were watching an animated show with talking animals; Denis wasn’t exactly paying close attention, his eyes instead settling on her delightful smile. They held hands, and chatted casually as the movie carried on. This night in particular, Denis had dusted off two bottles of some nice wine. Alice usually didn’t drink, and she crinkled her nose after every sip until the taste grew on her. Her head felt so fuzzy that she scarcely noticed how frequently she had been wetting, and rewetting, her padding. Her stomach rumbled, and she pouted, placing a hand lightly over her belly. “Are you okay, baby?” Denis asked, voice tainted with concern. “Mhmmm,” she giggled, bouncing in her seat excitedly. Alice loved it when he called her baby. “Fanks for letting me choose the movie.” “You’re welcome,” he pulled her in for a side-hug, and poured himself another glass of wine, trying in vain to drink the majority of it lest Alice keep slurring her speech like that. “I’ll be right back, okay cutie?” “Oh, otay…” she frowned. “Come back soon, p-pwease.” She’s such a lightweight, Denis smirked to himself, walking off to the bathroom. He took the chance to check the litter box while he was there, he swore he could smell piss earlier and figured he must have forgot to clean up after mittens last night, but to his surprise it was untouched. He locked the door behind him. Back out in the living room, Alice sat with her hands in between her legs, letting the heat from the piss-soaked diaper under her overalls warm her fingers up. It was fall again, and the temperature had been dropping steadily each day. Her thoughts turned to Denis, and she remarked to herself that even now she missed him; Alice was really starting to develop feelings for him. He was so gentle, so kind. He had even read her a story once before bed, and that felt much nicer than Denis knew. Alice hated that she felt like she had to hide her secret from him, but how would he react? I wish I could tell him everything. I wish he just already knew and liked me anyway, she thought to herself. She hugged her knees into her chest, pouted, and began messing herself. This, she remained unaware of, and the shit continued to pile into her already exhausted diaper as she felt sorry for herself. The sound of the toilet flushing made her perk up a little, but that same weight came crashing down on her heart; Alice wet herself yet again, which she usually didn’t notice anyway, not anymore. She stood abruptly, walking toward Denis as he arrived back in the living room, and threw her arms around him. “Oof, hey there,” he hugged her back. “Is everything alright?” She took a step away and looked to his eyes, then the floor. Alice reached out and took his hand. “I w-want to tell you something. C-can we sit down and tal-” her diaper ballooned as the last of her bowels emptied. “Uh, I- I-” “What’s wrong, baby?” his eyes were heavy with concern. “Whatever you need to say, I’ll listen. Let’s sit down and-” his nose wrinkled “hang on, sorry Alice.” Denis looked around. “Do you smell that? I gotta call that damn landlord. I told him about the plumbing issues a million times, but everytime he ‘fixes’ it, the toilet backs up again a week later.” He sighed, “I’m sorry, let’s go talk, okay?” It had been two years since the last time Alice had a diaper leak; she was proud of this. It almost made her feel like a big girl, almost. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the wine that had so quickly made its way to her bladder lazily rolled down her thighs as piss and began soaking into the denim of her overalls. “Uh-oh,” her mind raced as she saw the realization wash across his face. Alice was petrified; she was peeing all over herself. She clenched her fists hard, trying with all her might to fight the words clawing their way out of her mouth. “I- I-,” she strained, urine now gushing down her legs and spreading out in a pool at her feet. “I had an accident, d-daddy.” Her face lit up crimson. It had been a long time since she had said those words; she had no choice. “Are you okay, Alice?!” Denis held the back of his hand up to her forehead “Are you sick?” “I had an accident, daddy.” Alice pouted, her mind becoming cloudy. She battled against it, but could tell she was loosing. The doctor really knew what he was doing. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Denis said, still very worried about his friend. He took her hand and started back toward the bathroom, but Alice remained in place. He to her, “Come with me, baby.” At his word, she obeyed. It felt so natural to take commands. Alice desperately wanted to change into a clean diaper, but whenever she considered doing it her arms felt very weak, and her hands would not obey. She was soothed by Denis’s presence, and it felt so nice to be led by the hand. They came to a stop in the bathroom, and he closed the door, sitting her down on the toilet. Alice swooned as she felt the warm mess mush into her ass, and purred. Denis knelt down, looking at her. “Alice?” He gently put a finger under her chin, and directed her gaze to himself. “Can you hear me, Alice? Can you lift your arms all the way up? Smile for me?” She obeyed, giggling as she thrust her arms into the air and smiled for him. She felt so safe with him. “Hi hi, Denis!” She bounced on her seat, enjoying every warm, lovely moment of it. “Hi,” he chuckled back. “Listen, you really have me worried. Please tell me why you’re acting like this.” “I had an accident, daddy.” “I know, cutie. What happened? Did you have too much wine? If that’s what all this is about then it’s okay. Trust me, I’ve been pretty drunk before and it’s easy to not realize how much you have to go.” Alice shook her head, grinning and thinking about how nice it was to be talking to Denis like this; just the two of them. “No, I jus’ can’t hold it.” “What do you mean, baby? You mean when you drink?” “No, Deny,” she giggled. “I can’t ever.” “You mean you’re incontinent?” Alice nodded, and tugged on Denis’s shirt. “Can we go cuddle pwease?” He picked up her hand and held it. He was genuinely confused. There was no way he could have missed something like that. Right? He thought to himself. Even so, being incontinent didn’t explain her behavior. He wanted to believe it was just the wine, but he couldn’t kid himself. She had only drank three glasses; lightweight or not, it’s not an amount people get piss drunk on. Plus, there was this look in her eyes, the same spark he would see just before bed when they would hold each other and share their thoughts. It was a look of honesty, connection, humility; it was Alice. “How can you be incontinent?” She shrugged. “I jus’ can’t hold it.” “No, baby, I mean if you’re incontinent then why don’t you have accidents all the time?” “Ohhhh!” Alice giggled. “My diape holds it.” “Your diaper?” “Mhmmm. This one can’t hold anymore though,” she looked down at the massive wet patch down both legs. “I’m sowwy I had an accident an’ made a mess.” The more rational part of the woman’s mind was dreamily watching through a thick, pink fog. Some part of her knew exactly what was happening, knew that it would go away on its own in a few hours, unless- I can’t ask Denis to do that! He probably already wants to run away, her adult mind sleepily muttered. Alice knew, however, that if she didn’t snap out of it soon, the poor girl may lose precious time explain before she did even more damage to her image being subbed out and regressed around Denis for the rest of the night. She bit the bullet, but found it felt so nice to ask, “will you pwease change me, Deny?” She looked at him yet again with the earnestness in her gaze. “I can’t do it on my own.” She tried lifting her arms to get to the buttons on her overalls, but they sat limply beside her. “Pwease?” “You need me to?” He looked at her with genuine caring. Denis was bewildered at the sequence of events that led him to this moment, but he knew that she needed him. Deep down, he knew that he would want her help too if the roles were reversed. “Mhmm,” she nodded. “Do you have any, uh- unused ones?” “In my backpack,” she grinned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Alice kissed him on the cheek. Denis went and retrieved the bag, finally getting to peer into its contents. She always carried it with her. He retrieved a big, fluffy diaper. The man laid a towel out on the floor, and guided Alice down onto her back. He put on gloves, and went to work. After he had the used padding disposed of, and helped her shower off, of course being respectful and only looking at what needed cleaning. He was by no means an expert, but he remembered enough from his home economics class in high school to get Alice taped back up in a protective diaper; he even remembered to use vaseline and baby powder, both of which made Alice a very happy girl. He threw her clothes in the wash, and dressed her in a pair of his sweatpants and a bright yellow t-shirt, it was the only colorful shirt he had. Almost an hour later, he led her to his bedroom, and laid her down, tucking her in and making sure she was comfortable. Denis finally broke the silence. “Are you feeling okay?” “Y-yes I am, Deny- uh, Denis. Thank you.” Her voice was more even now, that familiar soft, sweet whisper was back. “Yeah, you’re starting to sound a bit more coherent.” Her mind became more and more clear with each moment. Now for the hard part; it was time for the truth. “Denis? I have to tell you something.” Her voice was vulnerable. “It’s okay that you’re incontinent, Alice. It doesn’t bother me.” Alice looked at him, “It’s more than that. Look at me, Denis. If I tell you my story, just do me one thing?” “Sure, Alice.” “Just promise you won’t ask me to leave until I get to the end, okay? Then you can do whatever you want. I just- It’s very personal.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her timid face. “I’m right here, Alice. I’m listening.” She took a breath. “I want to tell you where I came from,” she paused. “Where Alice came from.” *** Four Years Earlier Zac’s alarm clock went off, and he sleepily reached out a dead hand and slapped the button on top. It was time to go to work, again. He hoped against all that his hard work at Markov’s Bioengineering would pay off, and the young man could go from his internship there to a full time position; maybe even study under Markov himself. He sighed, pulling himself out of bed, and wandering toward the bathroom. He planted his hand against the wall and emptied his bladder into the toilet. After he was done with his morning routine, he walked out into his apartment, now more awake. Zac unplugged his phone from the charger, and scrolled through his notifications as the coffee percolated to his left. He stood at six foot five, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a youthful face, fitting for his age of twenty-one years. His mentality betrayed his young age, however, and he was well regarded as a polite, responsible and sharp witted young man. Having graduated highschool two years early, and already earned a bachelors in biomedical technology left little to dispute in the way of his matured mind. He often thought back to his childhood years, and remarked to himself that he always had his eyes glued to a book, or copying anatomical drawings from grey’s anatomy. Zac still remembered the day he knew he wanted to help people be better than their body would allow. His younger brother had broken his arm, and Zac had never been so afraid for the little snot. He clung to his mother in the waiting room of the ER, and wouldn’t stop crying until the doctor agreed to let him back to check on Henry. The boy had arrived just in time to see a nurse wrapping the last of the wet plaster wrap around his brother’s arm, and was so relieved to see that he would be okay. As his mother liked to recount, despite being only eight years old, Zac had walked up to the nurse and thanked her for fixing his brother. “I wanna help people like you when I grow up.” That’s when I knew my little boy would grow up to be a doctor, he could still hear her voice in his mind. I should call her, he thought to himself. He continued to scroll until an email made his heart stop; the from line read Markov. Zac hurried down the street, suitcase in hand, papers of research in another. The email instructed him to report to Markov’s office as soon as he got to work. He couldn’t stop grinning, he was sure that he would be promoted. One thing, however, kept bothering him. Zac was also instructed to bring two changes of clothes, toiletries, the works. The only thing he could think of was that he was being sent abroad to work at one of MBE’s satellite locations. This turned his knuckles white with anticipation. Ancillary sites were traditionally were Alexi Marov did his most riveting work, where there was peace and quiet. Regardless of the unknowns, Zac complied with every instruction to the letter, and soon found himself in the elevator of MBE, ascending to the top floor. The door dinged, and opened to a nicely furnished lobby. Zac had only been as far up as the labs on the fifteenth floor. A beautiful woman stood up from behind her desk, and almost seemed to waddle over to him. He didn’t want to be rude, so he tried his best not to notice her odd gait, assuming she perhaps had clubbed feet, or scoliosis. “Welcome to Dr. Markov’s office. I’ll let him know you’re here, Zac. Why don’t you take a seat.” “Oh, um. Thank you,” he replied awkwardly. Despite his advanced intellect, Zac was not dissimilar in some respects to most men his age. He tried his best, but couldn’t keep his eyes from scanning her figure up and down. Luckily, his excitement was quelled by an odor that lingered in the air after the assistant returned to her desk. I guess even pretty ladies fart, he chuckled inwardly. Ten minutes later, a tone sounded from behind the receptionist’s desk. “You may enter Dr. Markov’s office now,” she smiled to him. “Thank you, uh-” “My name is Ms.Darcy,” she returned. “Thank’s Darcy.” Zac’s hand shook as he reached for the door’s handle, and he steeled himself before turning it, and entering. There he was. Markov sat behind his large oak desk. When standing, he was just as tall as Zac, but leaner and not as muscular. His real strength was his mind, and everyone knew and revered it. “Hello, Dr. Markov. You wanted to see me?” “Yes, Come in and please close the door behind you.” Zac obeyed, pulling the door shut and walking up to the doctor’s desk. “Take a seat, Zac.” The doctor watched steadily as the young man nervously lowered himself into the seat. “You know, I run a very big company.” “Oh, I know sir. I know all about your company?” “Is that so?” Shit, Zac cursed himself. “I mean, uh- not as much as the guy who owns it, obviously. I just meant, well, I’ve read all your biographies, followed your career since I was ten. Respectfully, doctor, you’re brilliant.” Markov chuckled, thinking to himself that he had indeed made a good choice in the young man. He was eager to please; this would make the transformation all the easier to carry out. Zac wasn’t strong willed like Darcy had been. Still, despite this, Markov was little else than successful with Darcy. Zac was simply there to help him tweak his formula, or so Markov told himself. “Thank you, son. We have something in common then, because I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while too. You’ve made quite the impression down in the lab; no easy feat for one employee to stand out among thousands.” “Th-thank you sir! That means more than you know!” Zac had trouble containing his excitement. He couldn’t help it; it was finally happening. All his hard work was paying off. “Listen to me now,” Markov uttered, his voice growing serious. “I need someone to help me fine tune a little project I have been working on. It’s a passion project of mine, you see. You fit the bill, Zac. What do you say?” “Absolutely!” Markov smiled, “wonderful. Did you bring what was asked of you?” Zac raised his suitcase, “right here, Dr. Markov.” “Perfect.” Markov continued to stare for a beat, and suddenly Zac got this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. His nose wrinkled up. There’s that smell again, he thought to himself. “So, when do we leave for-” A rag soaked in chloroform was pressed firmly against his nose and mouth, and Zac quickly lost consciousness. The last sound in his ears was the voice of the doctor, Perfect… well done Darcy… good girl… *** Alice remembered very little from before the transformation, as she explained to Denis throughout her chronicling. She could recall her old job, that she had gone to college to study… something. Most of it was blank, and whenever she tried to dig back through her time before being Alice, all she could think of was Markov; to Alice, he would always be daddy. *** Zac awoke to the doctor’s voice crackling through an outdated P.A. system, a cold, metal slab firm against his back. “Welcome, Zac. We would like to thank you again for volunteering to help in my research.” “W-what?” He asked weakly, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the harsh sterile light shining down on his naked body. “Ah, yes. Disorientation is to be expected with the amount of sedatives you were given. You’ll have to forgive me, dear. As I’m sure you’ll understand shortly, it’s imperative that this facility remain a secret.” Zac could hear the clicking of heels getting louder as Darcy approached him. Had his mind been clear then, he probably would’ve gawked at the assistant. She wore nothing save for a large-volume, adult diaper. Darcy’s breasts were exposed, and she had a vacant, dreamy look on her face. “Don’ be scawed, silly! Daddy will take good care of you,” she giggled, and the hissing sound of piss swelling her diaper was loud enough for Zac to hear even in his dazed state. “Daddy?” he asked in a fog. “Catching on already, I see,” Markov’s voice crackled over once more. “Darcy here is assisting me with my research. You’ll have to forgive her ditzyness; her mind didn’t survive the procedure in tact, you see. That’s part of what you’re here to help me replicate.” Horror shot down Zac’s spine as some sharpness came back to his mind. He tried in vain to sit up, but found that he was restrained tightly. “L-let me go!” he thrashed against the leather cuffs once more but to no avail. “Now, now, Zac. We haven’t even gotten started yet. Don’t you still want to help me change the world?” “You’re fucking crazy!” He yelled in response. Zac could hear the doctor sigh over the loudspeaker. “Are you going to make this difficult?” “LET ME OUT!” Zac struggled hard against the restraints. His eyes were wide and belligerent. “Sigh. Darcy, be a good girl and put your new sister to sleep, okay cutie?” “What the fuck are you talking about?! Let me go!! LET M-” Zac felt a sharp pinch in his neck, and his muscles relaxed. Darcy stood over him, smiling giddily. “Did I do good, daddy?” Zac no struggled to even lift a finger, but his waking mind didn’t slip away entirely. His vision tunneled, and everything sounded like he had cotton stuck in his ears. Yes, Darcy. You’re a very good girl, Markov replied to his slave. Mmmm… does that mean you’ll change me now pwease? After we’re done helping your sister, I promise. Now, put her special princess mask on for her. She’s feeling a little sleepy right now. Zac could faintly feel Darcy pulling the rubber straps behind his ears, fixing an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. The receptionist giggled, Is she gonna be pertty wike me? A long hose was connected to the intake of the mask, winding its way across the floor of Markov’s sophisticated lab, and connecting to a strange machine comprised of several chambers, valves and canisters. That’s right, pumpkin! Kiss your sister for good luck. Darcy bent down, and sweetly kissed Zac’s forehead. It would be the last kiss Zac would ever receive. The doctor flipped a switch, and a pink cloud of gas began to work its way through the hose and into the young man. His chest heaved, and his heart raced. Whatever this stuff was, he was sure this was the end. He would die here on this table while Darcy drooled and filled her diaper. “Ahhhh!” Zac cried out in pain as his bones began to shrink. His jawline grew softer as his stature was reduced from his comfortable six foot five to under five feet. He moaned, his nipples growing sensitive and engorged, riding atop two mounds quickly developing into perky, B-cup breasts. He mustered all of his will, but still couldn’t manage to move any part of his body save for his mouth. Darcy, Markov called over the P.A. turn up the feed, sweetie. You’re sister needs a little more princess gas. Yes, daddy. Darcy complied, and to Zac’s horror he could feel his genitals begin to shrivel, decreasing in size so rapidly that after five minutes of his muffled screaming, it was gone. This was when Zac lost consciousness. *** Alice remembered those first few days well; she could not walk on her own. The poor girl had to get used to her new body, and in those early few months, Zac’s voice was still very loud in her mind, rebelling, fighting. Alice shook as she continued to recount the story to Denis for fear that he may tell her to leave and never come back at any moment, but he was a man of his word, and continued to listen patiently, with empathy. “At first, I thought it was all a bad dream,” her sweet voice carried on. *** Several days passed before Markov finally made an appearance. Up until that point, it was Darcy who had fed her broth, and cleaned up after her when she couldn’t get up to use the toilet in the corner of her prison. At first, she thought it was all a bad dream. When she first awoke, her eyes weakly scanned the room Alice found herself in. She was fenced into the corner by what appeared to be a massive, green playpen. Large wooden blocks with letters and numbers stamped onto the side adorned the chamber, as well as many oversized stuffed animals, and taking up one wall of her pin was a giant mirror. As days went by, Alice gained the courage to look at her new body more and more. She was beautiful. She was sure that she would be stuck in that place for the rest of her life, only having the receptionist to look after her. That all changed one day as Darcy was tending to her. “Daddy says it’s a good sign that you’re pottying on yourself. Daddy says that it means the tra-trasnfomashun went very well. Smile, Awice! Daddy says you’re doing good!” Darcy babbled as she wiped her sissy’s legs down with a warm washcloth. “That’s not my fucking name!” It was the first thing she had strength to utter since the nightmare in the lab. “Now, that’s a very naughty girl!” Markov’s voice sounded, and the mirror turned transparent, revealing an observation room. He had clearly been watching her slowly gain her strength back. “There’s no need for language like that, little lady!” “What the fuck did you do to me, Markov?!” Alice shouted. Her voice sounded soft, and oddly high pitched as it escaped her now full, cupid bow lips. The doctor cleared his throat. “It’s clear we should have started your conditioning much earlier with that kind of attitude, but I tried to be nice and give you a week to recover.” Has it really only been a week, she thought to herself, frantic. “P-please just let me go. I w-won’t tell anyone!” “Awww, Alice. That hurts me. I think that if you really give this a chance, you’ll find that you feel right at home with sissy and daddy.” She began crying; Alice feared that she would never be the same again, that she would forever remain the prisoner of this mad doctor. “Don’t cry, baby. Alice?” “THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING NAME!” “Zac!” Markov yelled. This got her attention, but shook her in the way that her name sounded forien. “Listen, you have my word that if you cooperate, I will turn you back to normal and set you free, okay? Can you be a good girl until then?” Her eyes stung with tears, and Alice’s mind raced as she considered her options. “Well?” “Y-yes…” her soft voice trailed off. “Yes, who?” “Yes, d-daddy.” “Good girl, now open your mouth.” “Why?” “Open your mouth,” the doctor’s face and voice were stern. Alice obeyed, starting to see that her only way out was by playing his game. Darcy walked up, placing a violet and white pill gently on her tongue. “Now, swallow. Good girl.” *** “I still don’t know what was in those pills, but I can tell you what they did,” Alice said to Denis, seeing the confusion on his face. “They made me daddy’s obedient little girl.” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked away from his eyes. “These next couple parts are embarrassing to admit, so I won’t look at you while I say them. I’m sorry, Denis, but you deserve to know the truth. This is the only way I can bring myself to talk about it.” Alice reached over and grabbed his hand. “It wasn’t until three weeks later that I figured out his plans for me.” *** Sometimes even after she was free from that place, Alice thought about how nice it would be to have another one of daddy’s magic pills. The first time she swallowed one, it hit her almost immediately. A light, warm fuzziness which hugged her mind like a big teddy bear. Markov smiled when he first saw the giddy, vacant look on her face. “I isolated the component that caused Darcy’s, well, let’s call it persistent silliness, from the compound you received before it was administered. I had a hunch about this compound. God it feels good to be right,” he chuckled to himself. “Anyway, you need not worry. It’s affects are, as far as I can tell from its structure, temporary. It’ll last for a few hours; that’s all I’ll require.” “Yes, daddy.” she giggled. Alice’s memories from when she would take a pill for the first couple weeks were unrecallable. All she could make out looking back was the warmest, fuzziest feeling and even thinking about it would make her giddy. It didn’t take Alice long to develop a liking for whatever Markov was giving her; it was a welcome reprieve from her situation. It wasn’t long after this period of time that Alice happily swallowed down her dose, but this time she would remember everything. *** “He never did anything sexual to me, he wasn’t like that. I know it sounds converse, but there were good times with daddy. The first time I remembered our training session, I became addicted to it.” Denis gave no response other than his expression, one of compassionate listening. He really liked Alice, and she deserved to be heard out, though he did have a million questions. “It’s hard to describe,” she went on. “Nothing felt better than obeying daddy, no matter what I was told to do.” Alice closed her eyes. “That included pissing and shitting myself. Daddy… M-Markov wanted what he called ‘the ideal, obedient diaper girl’ and, well, he got his wish. ” *** During their sessions, Markov, in addition to slowly whittling away at her control over her bladder and bowels, went to work conditioning her pliable mind while she was on the pill. Streaks of violet had begun to present in her irises, a sign that his tweaks to the formula were working as planned. Alice’s hair had also turned a beautiful, silvery white; it was an unexpected, but welcome side effect. Alice sat on her training potty, wearing a romper over an already very full diaper. Her eyes were glue to a monitor, broadcasting a million suggestions in the form of static into her gaze. “What are you learning, sweetie?” She swooned as she felt shit start to pile up in the back of her diaper, “Dat I can’t change my own diapee. My arms just won’t work.” “Good girl! Daddy is very happy with you, Alice. How do you feel?” “I feel fuzzy an’ silly,” she giggled. “What makes you feel that way?” “Mmmmm, the candy you give me?” “What else, pumpkin?” “Ohhh! When my diapee leaks hehe.” It was true, Markov had doctored the molecule to gradually build up in her system. Combined with certain cues which were implanted via hypnosis while under the affect of the substance, the doctor found a way to tie her regression to different triggers. Markov had gotten the conditioning down to a science. He watched as Alice illustrated his work, pissing her diaper past capacity. “I had an accident, daddy.” She pouted. Soon her once blue eyes were overtaken with a deep violet, and just as the doctor had intended, Alice was rendered permanently diaper dependent. She had been there just shy of two years, all the while being conditioned by her daddy. Even though she wet and messed without any control, Markov still delighted in making her shit herself with a single glance. It was a cue he had programmed in. The doctor would take shifts with Darcy, one of the two always being on watch, and tending to Alice when she needed a change, which was often. Night after night she spent her time happily soiling herself, seemingly conquered by the mad doctor; that was, until she was rescued. *** “The details aren’t very clear. I was kept deeply regressed almost constantly; even now, I’m still a little bit little all the time, but nothing compared to how deep I went under daddy’s care. I’m really happy I escaped and got to meet you, but sometimes I miss going under like that. It’s just not safe for me to do it alone.” Alice looked back up to look back into his eyes, and he gently smiled back at her. “It was Darcy that saved me. In all my time there I figured she was just as sillied out as I was, if not more. Apparently the doctor hadn’t got the math quite right on her ‘persistent silliness’. Darcy had been fully lucid for a month, acting the part flawlessly until she made her move. She waited until D-Markov was asleep, and synthesized an antagonist to the regression molecule. All it took was one shot, and I was back. Darcy motioned for me to stay quiet, and so I did. I followed her into his chamber, and watched her inject him with a sedative. I didn’t stick around to find out what became of Markov, but my guess is that he’s somewhere under her control.” “I took me a while to learn how to cope with my new… condition. I had to go buy my own diapers, had to get a job, and tried to put it all behind me. I kept going by Alice, my old name just didn’t feel right anymore. I kept a journal of everything that would trigger my regression; that’s when I learned that leaking could cause it and I had been very careful about when I would change myself up until tonight. You see, only the deeply ingrained suggestions still hold if I’m not kept deeply little, so I can usually manage to clean up after myself, but you can imagine that springing a leak can easily become a runaway cycle. Thank you for changing me by the way. Okay,” she took a deep breath. “That’s my story. That’s where Alice comes from.” Denis kissed her passionately. He felt so lucky to know her, and to get to have so much of her trust after others had treated her so poorly. He climbed on top of her, kissing her neck, and rubbing the front of her diaper which was already warm to the touch. Denis pulled her sweatpants off, and she giggled, happier than anything that he still liked her. He pulled the padding to the side, and slid into her, piss leaking out of her and trickling warmly over his cock. Alice moaned in delight despite beginning to shit herself as Denis put his weight into her. After they made love, Denis gave his cutie a change, and put her to bed. He kissed her forehead gently, “I’m right here, baby. I’ll protect you.” Alice smiled and fell asleep.
  2. Hello, all! I’ve recently met a new sub on the discord server. I am helping them train. For now, we’ve been focusing on having them wet the bed, and have diminished control over their potty time when they wear a diaper. I really want to get them into the mindset of being a submissive diaper soiler and to do so, I’ve had them keep a journal about their thoughts and feelings on being trained to fill diapers as well as having them write a letter to them self about how happy having no control makes them and what they love about being a diaper sub which they have to read to themself every night before bed. I am looking for ideas on how to get them into this mind set more deeply as well as methods to make them have little control while wearing a diaper. Additionally, I will start reading to them at night to build rapport with them and establish a sense of trust and safety. Please help me train this sub to the best of my ability! (I will also note that everything we do is only what they are comfortable with and I make it a point to check in with them to make sure they stay the happiest little sub)
  3. Below, parts one through three are posted. Hope you enjoy! Please comment with any feedback. I love hearing what you guys think about my work! This was part of a commissioned series, and I had a lot of fun writing it. I plan to finish very soon, so stay tuned lol. The Witch’s Toys (Part 1) Zac walked hand in hand with his girlfriend Lucy as her dark hair seemed to nearly shimmer from the high, afternoon sun. A picnic basket swung lazily from her right arm as they scouted the woods for a perfect spot to dig into their meal. Lucy bit her lower lip as she contemplated the can of whipped cream she had snuck in with the food, and the clear absence of a pie was a strong tell of what she planned to do with it. She squeezed his hand as they approached a clearing in the dense woodland. “Oh, wow,” Zac said as his eyes swept over the grass and wild flowers poking their way up through the soil. “I wonder how long that’s been there.” He nodded toward a shack planted directly in the center of the open land; it’s dark, oak boards told of the structure’s age. The two of them approached it cautiously, making sure not to disturb anyone who could be inhabiting it. He watched Lucy as her green eyes scanned the shed, with its stained glass windows of all different colors, and tall crooked chimney; no smoke escaped from it. She turned to him, “I want to go inside.” He frowned at her, “no way. Even if there’s nobody home, it could collapse on us. We have no clue how stable in is.” She pouted back at him, tapping one of the supports under its floor with her foot, “It feels pretty sturdy to me. Please?” Perhaps if Zac had been aware of what his woman was planning, knew of the warm tension it caused between her thighs when her mind continued to drift back to the whipped cream, he would have entered, and therefore exited, the cabin sooner. There were times, now, when Zac thought of the series of small decisions that had led the two of them into the situation that had long since become their reality; but, during the late, long nights when they held onto each other, clinging to the only good thing they had left, Luce would tell him such thoughts would only bring his spirits down. Perhaps she was right, but he couldn’t help to marvel at how such a little thing could result in what was now their life. “No, Lucy. It’s too dangerous. Let’s just enjoy the food out here. You can still look at it.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue any further. With the blanket spread out, and the food unpacked, they sat in the shade of the small house as the sun abandoned its perch, moving a little closer toward the horizon. It was a warm day, and Zac had trouble not staring as moisture accumulated on the cleavage of her breasts. Luce had caught his eyes a few times, and grinned to herself as he would notice and quickly avert his eyes. She was by no means an easy girl, but even she was surprised at how suddenly she became comfortable with Zac, and offered herself to him; she was also delighted to find that he wasn’t incompetent in bed either. Despite the passionate heat that tethered the two together, neither could deny that there was something equally as nice about just being in the same room together. Lucy sighed as her head came to rest in his lap. She looked up at her man as he finished the last of his sandwich, washing it down with lemonade, and reached up a slender hand to brush the crumbs from his mouth. He smiled down at her, “It’s a shame we didn’t bring any desert. It’s so nice right here. I don’t wanna leave.” She blushed at the mention, but tried to keep a cool exterior. This of course was betrayed by the couple’s familiarity, and Zac noticed at once as her breathing picked up, and her perky breasts rose and fell under the weight of her arousal. He gave her a knowing look, raising one of his eyebrows at her, “How are we feeling?” She blushed slightly, and licked her lips in her nervousness. “Please?” Her voice was almost sheepish in request; though she knew what she wanted, it was always a little embarrassing to admit when she needed him inside of her. “Out here?!” Zac couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. “I suppose we might give some lost hikers a nice show, but I think you might faint if that happened.” Despite his joking mood, Lucy felt her energy returned as his erect penis could be felt pressing against the back of her head. She sat up, looking back to see his trousers tented by Zac’s desire, and smiling at it, reached into the basket to retrieve the can of whipped topping. “We don’t have anything to put it on, but” Luce grabbed his hand, placing it on the chest of her blouse “maybe we could figure something out?” Zac leaned in, taking his well versed fingers to move a strand of hair behind her ear. His rough hands gently brushed across her cheek, and their eyes met. It’s a common experience for many couples to lose some sexual momentum as time progressed, but the both of them nearly experienced a strange magic as every encounter felt as though it were their first time with each other; neither admitted this to one another, fearing they’d sound ridiculous. Regardless, there was a force akin to magnetism between the two that, once set into motion, was at the very least painful to the both to halt. Lucy’s skin broke into goosebumps as Zac’s soft lips were felt lightly kissing her neck, her breath hitching, and nipples growing erect. Their passion for one another was a nearly tactile thing, as lips met lips, and their excitement grew in tandem. She shuddered as his hand squeezed at her inner thigh strong with hunger for her; she moaned softly as his fingers began to gently massage her clitoris. Zac reveled in the sensation as her moisture accumulated, soaking through the panties hidden under her skirt, and slickened the tips of his fingers. Almost at the command of muscle memory, her delicate hand gripped at his cock, and his eyes rolled back as her thin arm moved up and down in the work of his pleasure. It was this season of teasing before they were connected by her penetration that seemed to nearly bend time; in these moments, hours, minutes and seconds belonged to them, and passed slowly as their heart rates increased. She shot him a desperate, frantic look. “Let’s go inside. Please?!” When he saw the deep need in her expression, and certainly felt his own desires brewing within him, it was then that he made the decision which would change the course of their lives. He stood up, bending slightly forward to accommodate his erection, and lifted her effortlessly onto her feet. He took the whipped cream from her hand, and with his other led her into the cabin, closing the door behind them, sealing their fate. In the heat of the moment, as they pawed at each other, fabric nearly tearing as clothes were hurriedly removed, neither of them took notice of the stacks of diapers in the back corner, nor the several, hand-sewn baby clothes that adorned the wall. Lucy’s head was mere feet away from a play pin as she felt Zac enter her, takin his fill of his lover. It was another thing he wondered at that they never noticed the bizarre interior of the place that was to become their prison, but, right then, he was enraptured by their unification, and was only interrupted when the door handle turned, and a silhouetted figure stood at the precipice. They carried on, still unaware of the presence; Zac’s face was red with arousal, and was panicked as he heard their tormentor’s voice for the first time. “What is this?! ” The figure stepped forward into the shed, and her features came to light. The couple quickly stood up, eyes growing wide from the presence of the stranger. Zac was frantically pulling his pants back up. “W-we’re so sorry, uh- ma’am.” “We thought this place was abandoned,” Luce chimed in. Zac nodded in agreement. A soft, sweet laugh came from the mystery woman. “So you decided to have yourself a nice fuck in an abandoned house?” She continued to chuckle lightly. The taught, dark fabric of her cloak stretched across her full breasts; they were bigger, and perkier than Lucy’s by a mile, and Zac found himself staring at her. The garment carried on down to her legs, and her round ass kept few secrets, as it was obvious this woman did not feel the need to wear panties, or a bra for that matter. Her hair was an acorn brown, which framed her thin, fair complexion. “That was quite a sight. You two must be in love, aren’t you?” She laughed to herself again, walking toward them slowly. The two were frozen in place, unsure of what would happen, but not brave enough to try and run. Her hazel eyes locked onto those of Lucy, and she smirked as she brushed a finger against her lips. “You’re a pretty one,” she looked over to Zac who, despite the surprise, was still obviously hard. “Does he treat you good, sweetie? He looked… well equipped before he hid that big cock away. I wouldn’t mind some of that.” His softening erection re-ballooned with fresh excitement. Lucy’s eyes burned with jealousy as the stranger took her finger, and scooped some excess whipped cream from the girl’s cleavage; she licked it clean. “I would have you too in a heart beat.” Zac’s demeanor changed at this, and he too had to bite his tongue, fearing that any agitation would escalate their situation. It was then that he found his focus, and his eyes began to dart around the room, taking in all the diapers and outfits. “Ma’am, we obviously made a mistake. We did not mean to intrude on your property, but we are happy to get out of your hair.” He grabbed Lucy’s hand and made two steps toward the door before stopping in place, grunting half in pleasure and half in surprise as the woman’s hand wrapped firmly around his cock. Luce was hot with anger, “Let go of him, you bitch!” “Shhhh,” she put her finger to her mouth. “Let me have a word with your little toy, okay sweetheart?” Luce began to panic as she found her mouth would not open, and began to pull at her lips in a panic. Zac watched in horror as his love struggled to utter anything other than frightened moans. “O-oh, god. Y-you’re- you’re a witch!” She smirked at him, “what, expecting green skin, and warts? And just when I was telling you how cute you are too. That’s not very polite, is it?” “Leave her alone!” He yelled. Zac pushed her, but the witch remained upright and unmoved despite his immense strength. He looked her up and down, becoming increasingly worried about the predicament they were in. “Aww, c’mon. Isn’t nice to have the bitch shut up every now and then?” His veins boiled with rage at the insult. He swung at her, but a loud cracking sounded when his fist connected with her cheek. He whimpered, pulling it away and checking to make sure nothing was broken. “L-look, ma’am. We’re very sorry to have disturbed you. Would you please just let us leave, and I promise that we’ll never come back.” She sighed in disappointment, rolling her eyes. “And here I thought you were a man. You certainly look it by your cock, but you sound like a pussy when you talk like that, baby. You don’t deserve to have a man’s dick.” She snapped her fingers, and Zac cried out in horror as he felt his genitals decreasing in size. He pulled his pants down, and nearly fainted as he saw that his member was now scarcely bigger than his pinky finger. Luce’s muffled grunting turned into screaming as she watched it continue to shrink. The witch sat down in a big rocking chair by the room’s table, and laughed as she watched his penis become smaller and smaller; they found themselves unable to move, as if their feet were glued to the floor. The witch sat smiling at them as time passed, and their panicked breathing gradually slowed, tears running down Lucy’s cheeks. “You know, I get so little company out in these woods. It gets quite lonely out here.” She mused as she grinned at his dick which now more closely resembled a clitoris. “Perhaps I might keep you out here for a while. At least until you learn some manners.” She picked at her nails while she spoke. “And, if you leave now, your boyfriend’s cock will always be the size of tic-tac. I know that would just break your heart, huh?” Her taunt was met with a hateful stare from Lucy, but Zac kept his eyes glued to the floor, too ashamed to look at his woman. The witch stood up, and walked past them, grabbing two outfits and two diapers. She hummed as she organized the play pin before returning to stand in front of them. “The two of you act like children, and there’s only one way to deal with attitudes as bad as these.” Again, she snapped her fingers, Zac wincing at the sound for fear of its very real power. That’s when it happened. The woman seemed to start growing taller, and far bigger than the two of them, and the house followed suit until they both stood about two feet tall. Another snap, and everything went black. It was hours later when they came to. Zac quickly got to his feet, and looked around in shock as he found that they were both locked in the play pin, the walls and gate several times too tall for him to climb. He shook Lucy, “Luce, Lucy wake up.” Her eyes slowly opened, and she too stood up in a hurry. She looked around at her surroundings, but her eyes went wide when she looked down to his crotch to see if the witch’s spell had reversed yet, returning his penis to its normal size. The both of them were wearing a diaper, and dressed in baby’s clothes. “Oh god, Zac! What are we going to do?!” Her man raked his hair with his hands in stress. The two of them had been cursed, and beyond looking like a baby, which was embarrassing enough, he could also feel that he was nowhere near as strong as he was before their transformation. They could see nothing with the walls of the pin blocking their view. He pulled her into a hug as she began to cry, trying to stay calm. Panicking would do them no favors now. “I don’t know, Luce.” They both stood, holding each other in fear of what would become of them when they saw their captor’s, now very large, face peering down at them over the wall. She laughed as she saw them hugging and crying on one another. “Awww, are the babies scared? Hmm?” She stepped into the cage, towering over them. She took a seat on the floor, and the open bottom of her dress unabashedly displayed her massive pussy; it teamed and sweated with moisture from the domination of her captives. “Don’t be scared. I like my new toys too much to kill you two, and I have big plans for your stay here.” “Please let us go, ma’am!” Zac cried out. He was desperate now, and was not above begging their tormentor. “Oof, it looks like someone’s cranky. You need to be fed, don’t you?” She leaned forward, and scooped him up in her arms, exposing her left breast as he squirmed, trying to get free. Lucy ran forward and began punching her the witch’s legs. “Let him go you bitch!” She snapped her fingers, and Zac was overcome with an intense hunger, and on instinct closed his mouth around her nipple and began to suckle. She smiled down at Luce as her soft, impotent blows landed on her inner thigh. “You’re boyfriend seems extra hungry tonight, sweetie. Either that or he can resist sucking on mommy’s nipples.” The motion in Lucy came to a boil, and hot tears started to stream down her cheeks as she watched her lover sucking and licking at their enemy’s tits. The witch moaned at the sensation, and the girlfriend nearly gaged as the scent of the captor’s arousal washed over her. The woman’s face scrunched up in discomfort. “Ugh, I have to piss real bad. Would you mind taking care of that for me?” She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Lucy felt an immense pressure in her bladder as the witch’s urine was magically transported into her bladder which was now ten sizes too small to hold that much. The girl whimpered, as she gripped at her lower stomach and the piss forced its way out of her, making her diaper grow warm. Her face flushed red in humiliation as she wore the woman’s piss against her pussy and ass, shifting uncomfortably at the wetness and heat of it. “Good girl! Are you ready for more?” “You fucking bitc-“ She doubled over as another, more intense wave of pressure took hold, and she refilled her now piss-logged diaper. It reached its capacity, and went well beyond as the villain’s urine began to run down her legs and pool at Lucy’s feet. She immediately tried to pull the diaper off, but found that it wouldn’t budge. “No changes until I say so, little slut.” She giggled as she sent the rest of the urine, and watched as Lucy fell to her knees from the sharp pain of carrying her pee. It jetted out of her, and the puddle she knelt in grew wider and wider. Zac continued to drink his fill of her milk, still under the spell of hunger and arousal. He was blatantly hard, and Luce had no choice but to watch him enjoy every second of it while she soiled herself four more times. “You’ve really done a number on that diaper, huh? But, good babies use their diaper to its full potential.” She tugged on her earlobe with her free hand, and the girlfriend’s stomach immediately cramped up. Her face grew red and she panted, grunting as fresh, hot, thick diarrhea began to pour from her ass. “Wow, that’s pretty gross. I wouldn’t be surprised if your man doesn’t touch you tonight. You know that your diaper’s not coming off for a while, right?” Another spell was cast, and another mudslide of shit made its home in Lucy’s diaper; it was now expanded to twice it’s size as the magic kept everything inside to ensure her ass marinated in it. Zac continued to drink his fill of her, and, under her spell, found himself more aroused by his woman’s humiliation. Of course, hours later, he would feel sorry for it all, but they both knew it was far from his fault. The witch tormented the girl for an hour, making her piss and shit herself for her amusement while the boyfriend pleasured her. By the end, the both of them were exhausted, and fainted as soon as she released her control. She looked down on them, smiling at her achievements for today, and was already forming plans for tomorrow, the next day, weeks, months; she had every intention of enjoying her new toys. The witch would break them yet, and her panties were drenched with excitement over her new little project. She leaned in close. “Goodnight, my babies. Mommy will take care of you.” Zac remembered this night vividly, and while he knew it wasn’t good to dwell on such humiliation and trauma, he knew that was the night their hell began, and it wouldn’t end for a long, long time. The Witch’s Toys (part 2) Zac awoke that following morning to the deep sounds of his stomach rumbling and gurgling, but he managed to overlook his discomfort when his gaze fell on Lucy, who almost looked peaceful other than when her face would scrunch up as she caught the scent of the disaster she had forcefully deposited in her diaper only hours previously. Her chest gently rose and fell, and his eyes wandered down to the brown, yellow and swollen padding magically adhered to her usually quite attractive ass. He felt guilty as he nearly gagged at the sight of it, but, moreover, Zac felt terrible that he was unable to protect her. His visage stiffened with resolve as he promised himself that they would find a way to escape; for now, they needed to stay calm, and play along. He reached over, and gently shook Luce, and her eyes lazily drifted open. She immediately frowned as she wiggled her ass and felt the slurry, now cold and substantially thicker, squish around against her backside. “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” He sadly shook his head, and reached out to brush a hand against her cheek. Her brow furrowed as she heard his gut churn, “are you okay, Zac?” Her man grimaced at the gas pains, “She made me drink almost a gallon of her milk.” The sounds of a storm percolating in his bowels grew louder. “I don’t want to mess myself, Luce.” She reached out and grabbed his hands, looking into his eyes apologetically. She hated the bitch that was doing this to them, and seeing her lover belittled and in pain made her rage burn hotter. “I-it’s okay, Zac.” She reached down, and tugged at his diaper, unsurprised to find that it was magically bound to his waist as well. “You don’t have a choice, ya’ know?” Lucy leaned forward and kissed his forehead, which was beaded in sweat from the strain of holding it all in. “Just get it over with. There’s no reason for you to be uncomfortable.” His face was flushed with humiliation, but his eyes were vulnerable and loving at her words of acceptance. Regardless, he couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes when he voided his aching gut, so he turned around, taking support from his girlfriend’s hand on his back as he began to grunt with effort. She rubbed between his shoulder blades as he began to fart loudly, and a large brown spot splattered against the back of his diaper. Zac’s ribs expanded with a sob when he felt the first wave of shit warm his naked ass underneath the thick padding. his fingernails dug into the foam, alphabet mat they had slept through the night on as his stomach rumbled in anticipation of more to come, and a clear message; this would take a while. After nearly twenty minutes, his body’s foul work was done, and he laid on his side panting from exertion. Lucy would’ve guessed that he released around five pounds of mess, and her heart broke for him. She thought back bitterly to the night before when she was powerless to watch Zac feasting on the witch’s breast milk, and pouted as her gaze drifted down to see the result of his dinner clinging to her lover’s ass. Luce scooted toward him, her diaper making a wet, sloppy sound as she inched closer to drape her arm around Zac to pull him into a hug. “Are you all done, baby? Do you feel bet-” she was interrupted by violent hissing as he, not intending to, emptied his full bladder. “Oh,” Luce was taken off guard by it, but kissed his neck as she felt her own need for a piss throbbing below her navel. She squeezed Zac tightly, closed her eyes, and her lips trembled as Lucy relaxed her bladder, feeling fresh warmth spreading through her diaper; though Luce hated to admit it, the heat was almost comforting. Zac turned back around, and returned her affection. They laid quietly, trying to savor their time together before the witch’s inevitable return. Outside, the sun was just peaking above the tree line, and the birds chirped, oblivious to the horrors that occurred inside the innocuous looking shack in the middle of the clearing. His mind raced, trying to consider all angles to their situation. They were five miles off from the hiking trail that snaked through the dark woodland. At their current size, covering that distance would be akin to crawling a marathon, as the way back was tricky to traverse at regular size with its brambles, and above ground roots that veined the forest floor. “Maybe someone else will wander out this way, Luce” He thought out loud. “We’d need to be ready for that, and what if the witch does the same thing to them?” She didn’t want to be negative, but after last night hope tasted a little bitter on her tongue. “We have to try something, okay? I’m gonna get us out of here, baby. This is not our fate unless we give up, and then that cunt wins.” His muscles tensed in resolve, and his eyes darted around as his mind continued to chip away at their predicament. Lucy was reluctant, but she let his words work their way into her heart, and comfort bubbled from her core up into her chest. She knew whatever lay ahead would undoubtedly be unpleasant, but with the two of them together, Luce dared to let herself think that they just might make it. “So, we would need something like a signal, right?” Zac smile as he saw her on board with his plans. “Exactly. Something that’s hard to overlook, but nothing that would draw the witch’s attention too easily.” They held hands as they continued to discuss what they might do when the time was right, both growing in hope and confidence. However, these feelings were promptly ruined by the return of their enemy. “Well, well. It looks like my babies are awake, hmm?” She stepped over the wall of the play pin, and took a seat in front of them. “Aww,” she effortlessly lifted Zac off the ground. “It looks like somebody had an accident. Such a smelly boy!” She laughed as she turned him around to pull at the back of his diaper to inspect the damage. “That’s quite a big mess, but you’re not ready for a change just yet.” She pointed her long, polished nail at Luce. “You on the other hand, stink like shit. Doesn’t she, Zac?” He started hitting her hand as she grasped him tighter, “shut the fuck up. Don’t talk to her that way!” The witch giggled, “c’mon now, be honest.” She picked up Lucy with her other hand, and in one motion forced his face into the bloated backside of her diaper. “Can you honestly tell me that she doesn’t smell terrible?” Luce cringed as she felt the point of her lover’s nose being forced through several inches of shit, and felt even worse for him when his chin came to rest at her pussy. There was little she could do compared to the significant strength of the witch, but felt a twinge of regret as the sensation of it, to her surprise, turned her on. “I-I’m sorry, Zac.” The apology might have been ruined if her boyfriend had been able to hear the stifled moan escape under her breath, but by the witch’s design, the man’s face was submerged to his ears in her padding. After a few minutes, the two were pulled apart by the massive arms of their captor, and Zac gasped and sputtered for air. “Why are you doing this?!” His voice was desperate and shaky. He loved his woman, but couldn’t deny that being forced into the mess-end of her diaper was torture. Coughing and gagging, he pleaded, “just let us go!” The villain only grinned at her toys, and reveled in the boyfriend’s fear as she slowly brought the two back together, and forced him to watch the filthy, sagging diaper inch closer back to his face; she stopped right before they made contact. “Why should I let you go when I’m having so much fun? And, besides, the two of you have yet to learn any lesson from all this. You’re a very rude and ungrateful lot, ya’ know? You haven’t even asked my name yet.” She whispered a spell under her breath, and, against all possibility, Luce grunted as she deposited a fresh load of mess inches away from Zac’s face. “What’s your name, then. I-I’m sorry for being so rude.” He tried to stay calm as the scent of Lucy’s accident began to make itself known. “It’s Mabel. Now, answer the question.” Another quick whisper, and Luce panted as both urine and fecal matter magically flowed out of her for another couple seconds. The diaper was swollen and heavy beyond belief. “Doesn’t she smell like shit?” “It’s okay, Z-Zac. Just tell her the truth.” Lucy hated being used to torture him, and right then, being told she smelled bad was far from the worst thing that could happen. Her diaper at that point was visibly growing by the second. “Just do it!” “Yes, she smells like shit!” He shouted angrily. Mabel smirked, and Luce immediately stopped filling her padding. She set the two of them down, and Lucy’s legs immediately buckled and failed under the weight of her diaper; a loud squelching sounded as her ass hit the mat. Zac looked down at her to make sure she was okay, but frowned as he felt aroused seeing her in such a pathetic state. With each beat of his heart, Zac’s erection grew thicker, and noticeably pressed against the front of his diaper. The two lovers connected eyes, and Luce’s expression grew even more dismal when she saw her boyfriend seeming to enjoy her humiliation. He quickly moved his hands to conceal his excitement. “Awww, don’t worry dear. The two of you are under a new little spell I cooked up this morning. There’s no way a man could get so excited over you when you’re covered in shit without a little magical assistance.” Mabel sat content, watching her prisoner’s interact, and mentally applauded herself for drafting such a fun piece of magic. They both looked up to her, concerned. “What do you mean, a spell?” Zac tried to focus, but couldn’t make his arousal subside. Lucy thought back to minutes before when she felt the lips of her vagina slicken as her lover’s face massaged her dirty diaper. “It really is quite simple, sweetheart. When your lover is feeling ashamed, or humiliated, then you will feel some- urges. Some so strong that you might find yourself helpless but to offer yourself to them despite the circumstances. Make sense?” She saw them looking back at her blankly and rolled her eyes. “You’ll find out soon enough.” The witch stood up and stepped out of the play pin. “Mommy has to go out into the woods to collect some ingredients for her magic. I expect Lucy to be changed in cleaned by the time I’m back.” She snapped her fingers, and Luce immediately tried to pull the diaper off, but found that it wouldn’t move. Mabel chuckled, “no, silly. Your boyfriend has to do it.” She walked past the stacks of diapers and outfits toward the door. Mabel opened it, parting with, “I’ll be gone about twenty minutes which is about how long you’ll need to clean ups such a big mess.” Lucy blushed as the door closed, and she sheepishly looked to Zac. She hated that he would have to see it all, but couldn’t deny that she was uncomfortable in all her mess. Luce looked to the ground after seeing his hesitance, but at her embarrassment, the man felt his heart rate quicken. “I’m sorry you have to do this, Zac. Please? I’m really miserable in this thing, and I can’t do it myself.” She tugged at the hem of her padding. Zac gulped as he looked at her, “It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He began to pull at it, but she reached out and grabbed her hand. “Wait. I, uh- “ He looked at her, raising an eyebrow, almost concerned about her after the events of last night, and the harrowing experiences of that morning alone. “You okay?” Her face was beet red. “I, um. I h-have to pee still.” Her eyes peered downward at the mass of her diaper to avoid looking at her lover as she spoke. “I don’t want to do it in my new one. I haven’t been clean in so long. C-can I please do it befo-” “Go ahead, sweetie. It’s okay.” Luce laid on her back, her arms crossed over her breasts. He watched as her chest rose and fell, and her lips turned down in a pout. Despite the large about of shit in her diaper, the hiss of Luce relieving her bladder was clear. In that moment, he felt Mabel’s spell taking effect as the face of his lover contorted in humiliation at being forced to wet herself in front of him. He leaned over her, looking into her timid eyes as the hissing continued. Her vulnerable gaze made his loins hot with passion, and he leaned down, kissing her. She moaned as her body relaxed, but clenched her eyes tighter when the lax state of her body allowed the piss to flow harder, and the trickling sound grew louder. Zac panted as a strong wave of heat rushed to his genitals in response to her self-consciousness. Heavy kissing and groping ensued, but as her stream came to an end, she pulled away, “Please, Zac. You have to change me before the witch comes back!” He pouted at the tease, but climbed off of her, his cock still throbbing. “Okay, sorry. Are you done?” She nodded back to him, and Zac pulled at the tapes of her nappy. The smell hit him right away, and he grunted as he pulled the anchor of a diaper out from under her. Luce hugged her knees to her chest, and waited with rosy cheeks as her man hefted the load into his arms and carried it to the far corner of their new home. He returned with a fresh diaper, wipes and some powder. “At least she left these for us.” Zac got down on his knees, and started cleaning the mess from her legs and ass. She closed her eyes as he went to work, both embarrassed and grateful. He looked at her round, perky bottom as he cleaned, and his gaze drifted to her crotch, eyeing her glistening pussy greedily. It was odd, he thought, that he could consider making love in such circumstances. It seemed that even in the most dire of circumstances, his admiration for Luce was strong; perhaps it could be stronger than even the powers possessed by Mabel, for, in that moment, he was able to look past his lust, and see her vulnerable face. All he could feel was love for her. He applied the tapes, and stood up, offer a hand to Lucy. The two hugged once she was back on her feet just in time for the witch to re-appear through the door. They stood side by side as they waited for Mabel to come back over to their prison, and the face of their beautiful prisoner eventually peered over the great wall that stood between themselves and their freedom. She grinned down at them, “Hello, darlings. It’s good to see Zac took care of your little problem. My trip into the woods was very successful.” The witch held up a glimmering, glass vile with blue liquid inside. She eyed it favorably, clearly proud of her magic craft. “Do you want to see what it does?” The two clenched each other’s hand in fear of what was to come next. They had already had plenty of demonstrations of Mabel’s powers; none of them were good. She rolled her eyes at them, and hurled the bottle down into their pin. They flinched as they heard the glass break, and a puff of smoke rose from the area of impact. Mabel waited with her arms crossed, and when the vapor dissipated, a large doll house sat waiting for them. “It’s a place for you to stay,” said Mabel. She smiled down at them, excited to see her toys explore their home. “I didn’t want you sleeping on the mat, and getting cold. I’m not a monster, after all.” The sun was high in the sky, and it would be several hours before the two fell asleep, but curiosity overtook them, and they wandered into the mansion the witch had provided. The interior was simple, but fortunately, all the draws and windows, and even the kitchen appliances, seemed to be in working order. They returned to the pin, and looked up at Mabel. “T-thank you,” Zac uttered. He hated her with all his heart, but he figured showing a little appreciation couldn’t hurt anything. Mabel nodded her head, and seemed to genuinely enjoy being thanked, but she couldn’t help but notice that Zac was doing an awkward dance. She raised one of her eyebrows, “Does somebody have to go?” He blushed and looked to the ground. He hated being talked to like that, especially in front of his woman. He shook his head, denying his very real need to relieve his bladder. The witch smirked at him, seeing right through his lie. She snapped her fingers, and with a poof Zac found himself restrained in a bouncer; it was bright yellow with pink and purple dots all over. He struggled to get free, but soon realized it was a futile effort. “Then you can stay right there until you do, and your darling Lucy will keep an eye on you for me while I work on my magic.” Luce found that she could not take her eyes off of her lover, and pouted apologetically toward him as she watched Zac bounce around, writhing and wiggling as his desperation grew. It wasn’t long before his will gave way, and his diaper flooded with fresh piss. Even after this, Lucy could not look away, and the two miserably sat through several more wettings as the sun approached the horizon. It was the end of another day, and neither of them knew where they would find the strength to carry on. Neither of them had a choice. Once the spell was lifted, Luce helped her man into their new home, and set him in bed to rest. She sat up a while longer, hugging her knees. She thought about what they would do, what their plan for escape would be, but looking at Zac as he slept she felt a strong determination rising within her. They may be physically imprisoned, but the both of them would be damned to let Mabel break their spirit. She turned in with a scowl, and sleep came quickly. She was ready for whatever tomorrow would bring. The Witch’s Toys (part 3) Lucy stirred at the sound of her lover waking, and turned, gently opening her eyes to see Zac smiling at her. These moments, she knew, were those same ones that sustained them during their imprisonment. It had been a few days since they were given their new house, and they made the best of it, settling in, organizing their new, humiliating baby clothes, and fixing up their bed every morning. The only thing sorely lacking was running water and a chance to clean the filth off of themselves; although, it would be little help without the ability to remove their diapers. She was ashamed to admit it, but what bothered her the most was not being able to make love to Zac with their padding in the way, and was almost ashamed when Zac had caught her furiously rubbing the front of her nappy the day before. Of course, he said that he understood, and was frustrated himself. Still, she hated Mabel and the state she had put them in. Some nights, when they weren’t planning their escape, they would talk about why the witch would do such things to them. They landed on only a few possibilities, none of them good. “She must be some kind of sadist,” Lucy spat. Zac nodded, but then shrugged, his eyes scanning the helpless expression of his girlfriend. “Could be a lot of things, I guess. Maybe she’s just lonely?” “Fuck that bitch either way. I know she gets off on doing this to us.” He shifted uncomfortably at the thought of being her toy, the action messaging some fresh urine into his groin. However, what he found most disturbing was the fact that he was beginning to enjoy the punishment in a strange way. He hoped against all that it was simply Mabel’s spell that would stiffen him as he watch Lucy soil herself, or, more embarrassingly, when he wet and messed his own diaper. Now, as the first amounts of sunlight streamed into their doll-house bedroom, he pulled Luce into a hug as they did every morning. He looked into his lover’s eyes, and could see that she was starting to get worn down from the constant punishment; he imagined that he didn’t look a hundred percent either. That morning began their fifth day of captivity, and the both of them were terrified of what was to come. He squeezed her tightly, “We’re gonna make it out of here, Luce. I promise you. I won’t stop fighting.” She nearly teared up at the words. Lucy had always known that she loved Zac, but after the past couple of days, and seeing the way he looked out for her coupled with her own drive to protect him, she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Her eyes must have said it all because Zac leaned in and kissed her passionately, communicating the same sentiment by his touch. That was when Mabel opened their doll-house. Zac and Lucy clung to the bed tightly as they felt half of their house swivel open, and their bedroom was split down the middle. Mabel’s beautiful face leaned down, peering into their private space. “Well, well, well. It looks like my babies are finally awake.” Her nut brown hair hung sideways from her head as she smirked at them. Her gaze scanned their tiny haven, and finally landed back on the couple. “It smells like you two could use a change, huh? Turn around and touch your toes so mommy can check you.” The both of them stood in defiance, their arms crossed and eyes stern. Mabel let out a long sigh, and snapped her fingers; they immediately assumed the position against their will. Lucy looked over to Zac with a nearly defeated expression, the blood rushing to her head, and giving her complexion a strained, red hue. Mabel reached into the doll house, and patted the backs of their diapers, using one index finger to pull at the backs of each of their diapers one by one. She chuckled as she made her inspection. “Awww. Both of you? I guess I did leave you in those nappies for a while, huh? Now, ask nicely, and I’ll give you a change.” “Go to hell!” Lucy shouted. Zac shot her a warning look. He understood after the days of torture that talking back only resulted in more punishment. Still, he admired her courage, and felt shameful as he uttered, “P-please change us, Mabel.” She crossed her arms as she looked down on them, spite clearly in her gaze. She didn’t appreciate the back talk, but Zac’s submission quelled her anger. She stood, tapping her chin in contemplation. There would have to be dome consequences, at least for that little bitch Lucy. “I’ll fix the both of you up, but there will be a catch for your little girlfriend’s outburst, okay?” The two of them stayed in position, held there mostly by the witch’s twisted magic, and partly by fear. Lucy whispered an apology to her lover, and felt stupid for making the situation worse. However, she still recognized that this was exactly what Mabel wanted. For them to be obedient, and afraid to fight back. “I’ll give you both a change, but every time little Lucy has to go potty, any of her piss or shit will be transported to your diaper, Zac. Sound good?” He grimaced at the words, but tried to remain strong for his girlfriend. He knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, but would undoubtably beat herself up for getting him into this situation. Oddly enough, he found the thought of wearing her mess around all day to be slightly arousing, but quickly shook the thought from his mind. His time in this prison was beginning to change him, and he didn’t like that one bit. He timidly nodded his agreement to Mabel’s terms, and minutes later they sat out in the play pin in fresh, clean diapers; for now. They sat and watched as the witch took both of their soiled garments, and stowed them away inside the doll-house. It was another one of her sick punishments, and she had carefully explained to them in a most demeaning tone that they should have to smell the messes they made as a reminder of how powerless they were. In fresh baby clothes, they looked at each other, taking the time to admire each other’s form when not clad in a messy diaper. Mabel had decided to only half dress Lucy, and her tits hung lightly off her chest exposed for anyone to see. Zac could feel his heart rate increase, and he began to fantasize about making love to her. He wished above all else that he would get to change her again, and have a chance to pleasure her, but for now, he needed to stay focused on their escape plan. They had discussed many ideas. The winner so far was the fact that there was a window right above their doll-house. He had figured that if they cut off strips from their outfits just small enough to not be noticed, they could fashion a rope over time, and use this to repel down the outside of the cabin. Of course, the main problem with this was that even if they escaped, they would remain this size for the rest of their lives, and if their diapers weren’t removed before they got away, chances were that they would be stuck in them forever. It was a tricky puzzle to solve, but Zac had a feeling that Mabel must have some source of her powers, and if that were destroyed, they would be on equal foot. Even better, it would be two against one. He was taken out of his musings by Lucy’s voice. “I’m so sorry, Zac.” She was too ashamed to look at him, but from the redness of her cheeks, Zac could easily guess what she meant. Luce rocked back and forth while sitting on the foam mat of the play pin, and occasionally whimpered at her growing need to piss. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, baby. Just let go.” Mabel was craftier than Lucy would have wanted. She figured that the witch would have singled her out, maybe make her stay in her new diaper for a couple days, but she was wrong. It was so much worse to see Zac get punished for her mistakes, and she nearly started to cry as her bladder gave way, and her eyes watched her man’s diaper swell with her urine. At least it was just pee for now. Her brow furrowed in curiosity as she saw Zac’s diaper become tented with an erection. He tried desperately to conceal it. “Z-Zac- do you like this?” His expression was frantic, and he felt so ashamed for visibly liking this so much. He bit his lower lip, trying to calm himself, and will his arousal away to no avail. “I-I’m sorry, Luce. I’m not sure what’s going on with me. I think I’m just really frustrated, or maybe it’s that same spell from a few days ago, but I’m honestly not sure. I hope you’re not disgusted by me.” Her heart was made tender by his words. Of course this wouldn’t change the way she felt about him. Luce was almost confident that he hadn’t gotten to cum since they were captured, and going such a long time without release could start to twist anyone’s mind a little. Despite how confusing this all was, she took some solace in the fact that the witch’s intended punishment seemed to bring Zac pleasure. She wanted that for him above anything else. He had been such a trooper, and he deserved to feel good. “It’s okay, Zac. If it makes you hot then I like it too. I’ve been dying to fuck you ever since we got trapped here. I guess this is better than nothing, right?” He was surprised by her acceptance, and his heart swelled seeing how much she cared for him. Right then, though he was aroused, Zac moreover felt a sweet longingness for his mate, and he promised himself that if they ever made it out alive that he would never let her go. Lucy looked around, and with no witch in sight, she kissed her lover, and then stood up. “Mabel?!” She called out. The witch walked over from her cauldron, and looked down on the couple, curiosity in her eyes. She had to admit she was curious. “Yes, dear?” “I’m really thirsty-” she hesitated, “mommy. Can I have some water please?” At this, the witch raised her eyebrow. Usually she had to fight tooth and nail with Lucy to get her to play along, but this sudden change was a welcome one, albeit one that aroused some suspicion. “Are you sure you want water? You’ll have to drink all of whatever I give you.” Lucy quickly shook her head, racking her brain for some words she could use to douse the strangeness of her request. It wasn’t long before something came to her. “I’m mad at Zac, mommy. Last night he said I smelled awful, but I can’t help it! I never wanted to go inside your house, but it was his idea. He deserves to be soaked in my piss.” She shot her boyfriend a spiteful look, but Zac knew her well enough to see it was in play. He found himself getting harder at the effort she was putting into satisfying his new craving, but tried his best to look crestfallen and betrayed. “Lucy, please don’t! I’m really sorry I said that. Come on, you know it’s not fair to do that to me!” Mabel chuckled at this apparent lovers’ quarrel, and turned her attention to Zac. She cupped her chin in consideration, reveling in the yellow stain already inhabiting his diaper, and found herself determined to help destroy his padding, and his self-esteem, further. “You really should be nicer to your woman, Zac. Normally I don’t take requests from little diaper wearing brats, but she’s made her case and made it well. You apologize to little Luce while I go and get her water.” The witch walked off into the kitchen to oblige Lucy’s request, and the two were left alone once again. Zac smiled at lucy, eager to feel the warmth of her urine soaking into his diaper as soon as she got what she wanted. Lucy returned his gaze, and winked at him. It made her feel amazing to have this opportunity to humor her lover’s desire, and her look communicated that she fully intended to soak his padding beyond its capacity, and then some. Mabel returned with two full, regular sized glasses of water, which to the two of the prisoners, in their tiny state, comprised gallons of water. Lucy stared at the containers, visibly daunted, and the witch set them down with a straw in each so she could reach. “Now, you don’t have to drink it all at once, but they both have to be drained by the days end, okay? Hopefully this will teach Zaccy a lesson about how to talk to women, huh?” The witch blew them both a kiss, and then walked off to return to her magic-craft. Zac’s cock was throbbing at the sight of all that water, knowing full well that it would all eventually end up in his already swollen padding. Lucy gave him another big kiss, and whispered in his ear. “Are you ready, baby? I’m gonna have to pee all day by the looks of this water. Are you excited to feel all my hot piss pouring out onto your legs and ass?” He was nearly breathless at her mock taunting, and his cheeks were a cherry shade of red. His hands trembled with excitement as he pulled her into a hug. “Thanks, Luce. I love you.” She nodded back to him, and turned away from his pleading eyes to pull the large bendy straw down to her mouth, and began to drink. She rhythmically moved her padded ass back and forth as she drank, hoping to tease him all the more. She finally removed her mouth from the straw, and the first glass was nearly half gone. She showed off her swollen belly to him, and guided his hand onto it. “You feel how full I am, baby? That’s all for you.” “Wow, you must have drank a lot of water, Luce.” “Mhm, and it’s all gonna go right here.” She pointed to the front of his diaper before placing her open palm on it, pressing the still warm piss-soaked material into his stiff cock. Zac moaned at the sensation, and felt his member twitch at her touch. Luce looked around, being careful to keep an eye out for Mabel, lest their little fun be spoiled. She put a finger to her lips, signaling for Zac to keep his pleasure silent as her hand continued to rub at his diaper. “Mmmm, I kinda have to pee again, Zac. You don’t mind do you?” He desperately shook his head no, entirely too eager for her to flood his diaper yet again. His mind darted around in a hazy arousal, thoughts pinballing from wanting to fuck her, to their life together, to concerns about what kinds of things he would like once they were free and safe. He couldn’t deny that this was very unusual, but also found comfort in the way that he and his partner had adapted to their situation. Zac’s eyes rolled back as he felt his diaper come to life with fresh warmth, and his lover’s hand still gingerly working at his cock. He tried all he could not to moan, but failed in the way that some soft grunting escaped his chest as Lucy continued to work her magic. In that moment, he felt more connect to her than he had ever felt, and the air smelt of a mix between her urine and a strange, almost static charge that built up around the two of them. He thought that it could only have been in his mind, but was surprised to see Lucy sniffing at the air, apparently noticing the same thing. It would require some further investigation later, but for now, Zac was paralyzed in his pleasure, and he wordlessly begged for more. Lucy, again, nodded her
  4. I really hope this saga continues even after she becomes a bed wetter! Very well written, and plenty of hot content :). I would like a whole novel of this! 😍
  5. This is part one of a story that I'm writing for someone. any feedback or suggestions would be great. Thank you. The Witch's Toys.docx Title: The Witch’s Toys Commissioned by: Zachary Henry Date: April 26th, 2021 Written by: Wetbynoon2 Price: $17.50 U.S. The Witch’s Toys Zac walked hand in hand with his girlfriend Lucy as her dark hair seemed to nearly shimmer from the high, afternoon sun. A picnic basket swung lazily from her right arm as they scouted the woods for a perfect spot to dig into their meal. Lucy bit her lower lip as she contemplated the can of whipped cream she had snuck in with the food, and the clear absence of a pie was a strong tell of what she planned to do with it. She squeezed his hand as they approached a clearing in the dense woodland. “Oh, wow,” Zac said as his eyes swept over the grass and wild flowers poking their way up through the soil. “I wonder how long that’s been there.” He nodded toward a shack planted directly in the center of the open land; it’s dark, oak boards told of the structure’s age. The two of them approached it cautiously, making sure not to disturb anyone who could be inhabiting it. He watched Lucy as her green eyes scanned the shed, with its stained glass windows of all different colors, and tall crooked chimney; no smoke escaped from it. She turned to him, “I want to go inside.” He frowned at her, “no way. Even if there’s nobody home, it could collapse on us. We have no clue how stable in is.” She pouted back at him, tapping one of the supports under its floor with her foot, “It feels pretty sturdy to me. Please?” Perhaps if Zac had been aware of what his woman was planning, knew of the warm tension it caused between her thighs when her mind continued to drift back to the whipped cream, he would have entered, and therefore exited, the cabin sooner. There were times, now, when Zac thought of the series of small decisions that had led the two of them into the situation that had long since become their reality; but, during the late, long nights when they held onto each other, clinging to the only good thing they had left, Luce would tell him such thoughts would only bring his spirits down. Perhaps she was right, but he couldn’t help to marvel at how such a little thing could result in what was now their life. “No, Lucy. It’s too dangerous. Let’s just enjoy the food out here. You can still look at it.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue any further. With the blanket spread out, and the food unpacked, they sat in the shade of the small house as the sun abandoned its perch, moving a little closer toward the horizon. It was a warm day, and Zac had trouble not staring as moisture accumulated on the cleavage of her breasts. Luce had caught his eyes a few times, and grinned to herself as he would notice and quickly avert his eyes. She was by no means an easy girl, but even she was surprised at how suddenly she became comfortable with Zac, and offered herself to him; she was also delighted to find that he wasn’t incompetent in bed either. Despite the passionate heat that tethered the two together, neither could deny that there was something equally as nice about just being in the same room together. Lucy sighed as her head came to rest in his lap. She looked up at her man as he finished the last of his sandwich, washing it down with lemonade, and reached up a slender hand to brush the crumbs from his mouth. He smiled down at her, “It’s a shame we didn’t bring any desert. It’s so nice right here. I don’t wanna leave.” She blushed at the mention, but tried to keep a cool exterior. This of course was betrayed by the couple’s familiarity, and Zac noticed at once as her breathing picked up, and her perky breasts rose and fell under the weight of her arousal. He gave her a knowing look, raising one of his eyebrows at her, “How are we feeling?” She blushed slightly, and licked her lips in her nervousness. “Please?” Her voice was almost sheepish in request; though she knew what she wanted, it was always a little embarrassing to admit when she needed him inside of her. “Out here?!” Zac couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. “I suppose we might give some lost hikers a nice show, but I think you might faint if that happened.” Despite his joking mood, Lucy felt her energy returned as his erect penis could be felt pressing against the back of her head. She sat up, looking back to see his trousers tented by Zac’s desire, and smiling at it, reached into the basket to retrieve the can of whipped topping. “We don’t have anything to put it on, but” Luce grabbed his hand, placing it on the chest of her blouse “maybe we could figure something out?” Zac leaned in, taking his well versed fingers to move a strand of hair behind her ear. His rough hands gently brushed across her cheek, and their eyes met. It’s a common experience for many couples to lose some sexual momentum as time progressed, but the both of them nearly experienced a strange magic as every encounter felt as though it were their first time with each other; neither admitted this to one another, fearing they’d sound ridiculous. Regardless, there was a force akin to magnetism between the two that, once set into motion, was at the very least painful to the both to halt. Lucy’s skin broke into goosebumps as Zac’s soft lips were felt lightly kissing her neck, her breath hitching, and nipples growing erect. Their passion for one another was a nearly tactile thing, as lips met lips, and their excitement grew in tandem. She shuddered as his hand squeezed at her inner thigh strong with hunger for her; she moaned softly as his fingers began to gently massage her clitoris. Zac reveled in the sensation as her moisture accumulated, soaking through the panties hidden under her skirt, and slickened the tips of his fingers. Almost at the command of muscle memory, her delicate hand gripped at his cock, and his eyes rolled back as her thin arm moved up and down in the work of his pleasure. It was this season of teasing before they were connected by her penetration that seemed to nearly bend time; in these moments, hours, minutes and seconds belonged to them, and passed slowly as their heart rates increased. She shot him a desperate, frantic look. “Let’s go inside. Please?!” When he saw the deep need in her expression, and certainly felt his own desires brewing within him, it was then that he made the decision which would change the course of their lives. He stood up, bending slightly forward to accommodate his erection, and lifted her effortlessly onto her feet. He took the whipped cream from her hand, and with his other led her into the cabin, closing the door behind them, sealing their fate. In the heat of the moment, as they pawed at each other, fabric nearly tearing as clothes were hurriedly removed, neither of them took notice of the stacks of diapers in the back corner, nor the several, hand-sewn baby clothes that adorned the wall. Lucy’s head was mere feet away from a play pin as she felt Zac enter her, takin his fill of his lover. It was another thing he wondered at that they never noticed the bizarre interior of the place that was to become their prison, but, right then, he was enraptured by their unification, and was only interrupted when the door handle turned, and a silhouetted figure stood at the precipice. They carried on, still unaware of the presence; Zac’s face was red with arousal, and was panicked as he heard their tormentor’s voice for the first time. “What is this?! ” The figure stepped forward into the shed, and her features came to light. The couple quickly stood up, eyes growing wide from the presence of the stranger. Zac was frantically pulling his pants back up. “W-we’re so sorry, uh- ma’am.” “We thought this place was abandoned,” Luce chimed in. Zac nodded in agreement. A soft, sweet laugh came from the mystery woman. “So you decided to have yourself a nice fuck in an abandoned house?” She continued to chuckle lightly. The taught, dark fabric of her cloak stretched across her full breasts; they were bigger, and perkier than Lucy’s by a mile, and Zac found himself staring at her. The garment carried on down to her legs, and her round ass kept few secrets, as it was obvious this woman did not feel the need to wear panties, or a bra for that matter. Her hair was an acorn brown, which framed her thin, fair complexion. “That was quite a sight. You two must be in love, aren’t you?” She laughed to herself again, walking toward them slowly. The two were frozen in place, unsure of what would happen, but not brave enough to try and run. Her hazel eyes locked onto those of Lucy, and she smirked as she brushed a finger against her lips. “You’re a pretty one,” she looked over to Zac who, despite the surprise, was still obviously hard. “Does he treat you good, sweetie? He looked… well equipped before he hid that big cock away. I wouldn’t mind some of that.” His softening erection re-ballooned with fresh excitement. Lucy’s eyes burned with jealousy as the stranger took her finger, and scooped some excess whipped cream from the girl’s cleavage; she licked it clean. “I would have you too in a heart beat.” Zac’s demeanor changed at this, and he too had to bite his tongue, fearing that any agitation would escalate their situation. It was then that he found his focus, and his eyes began to dart around the room, taking in all the diapers and outfits. “Ma’am, we obviously made a mistake. We did not mean to intrude on your property, but we are happy to get out of your hair.” He grabbed Lucy’s hand and made two steps toward the door before stopping in place, grunting half in pleasure and half in surprise as the woman’s hand wrapped firmly around his cock. Luce was hot with anger, “Let go of him, you bitch!” “Shhhh,” she put her finger to her mouth. “Let me have a word with your little toy, okay sweetheart?” Luce began to panic as she found her mouth would not open, and began to pull at her lips in a panic. Zac watched in horror as his love struggled to utter anything other than frightened moans. “O-oh, god. Y-you’re- you’re a witch!” She smirked at him, “what, expecting green skin, and warts? And just when I was telling you how cute you are too. That’s not very polite, is it?” “Leave her alone!” He yelled. Zac pushed her, but the witch remained upright and unmoved despite his immense strength. He looked her up and down, becoming increasingly worried about the predicament they were in. “Aww, c’mon. Isn’t nice to have the bitch shut up every now and then?” His veins boiled with rage at the insult. He swung at her, but a loud cracking sounded when his fist connected with her cheek. He whimpered, pulling it away and checking to make sure nothing was broken. “L-look, ma’am. We’re very sorry to have disturbed you. Would you please just let us leave, and I promise that we’ll never come back.” She sighed in disappointment, rolling her eyes. “And here I thought you were a man. You certainly look it by your cock, but you sound like a pussy when you talk like that, baby. You don’t deserve to have a man’s dick.” She snapped her fingers, and Zac cried out in horror as he felt his genitals decreasing in size. He pulled his pants down, and nearly fainted as he saw that his member was now scarcely bigger than his pinky finger. Luce’s muffled grunting turned into screaming as she watched it continue to shrink. The witch sat down in a big rocking chair by the room’s table, and laughed as she watched his penis become smaller and smaller; they found themselves unable to move, as if their feet were glued to the floor. The witch sat smiling at them as time passed, and their panicked breathing gradually slowed, tears running down Lucy’s cheeks. “You know, I get so little company out in these woods. It gets quite lonely out here.” She mused as she grinned at his dick which now more closely resembled a clitoris. “Perhaps I might keep you out here for a while. At least until you learn some manners.” She picked at her nails while she spoke. “And, if you leave now, your boyfriend’s cock will always be the size of tic-tac. I know that would just break your heart, huh?” Her taunt was met with a hateful stare from Lucy, but Zac kept his eyes glued to the floor, too ashamed to look at his woman. The witch stood up, and walked past them, grabbing two outfits and two diapers. She hummed as she organized the play pin before returning to stand in front of them. “The two of you act like children, and there’s only one way to deal with attitudes as bad as these.” Again, she snapped her fingers, Zac wincing at the sound for fear of its very real power. That’s when it happened. The woman seemed to start growing taller, and far bigger than the two of them, and the house followed suit until they both stood about two feet tall. Another snap, and everything went black. It was hours later when they came to. Zac quickly got to his feet, and looked around in shock as he found that they were both locked in the play pin, the walls and gate several times too tall for him to climb. He shook Lucy, “Luce, Lucy wake up.” Her eyes slowly opened, and she too stood up in a hurry. She looked around at her surroundings, but her eyes went wide when she looked down to his crotch to see if the witch’s spell had reversed yet, returning his penis to its normal size. The both of them were wearing a diaper, and dressed in baby’s clothes. “Oh god, Zac! What are we going to do?!” Her man raked his hair with his hands in stress. The two of them had been cursed, and beyond looking like a baby, which was embarrassing enough, he could also feel that he was nowhere near as strong as he was before their transformation. They could see nothing with the walls of the pin blocking their view. He pulled her into a hug as she began to cry, trying to stay calm. Panicking would do them no favors now. “I don’t know, Luce.” They both stood, holding each other in fear of what would become of them when they saw their captor’s, now very large, face peering down at them over the wall. She laughed as she saw them hugging and crying on one another. “Awww, are the babies scared? Hmm?” She stepped into the cage, towering over them. She took a seat on the floor, and the open bottom of her dress unabashedly displayed her massive pussy; it teamed and sweated with moisture from the domination of her captives. “Don’t be scared. I like my new toys too much to kill you two, and I have big plans for your stay here.” “Please let us go, ma’am!” Zac cried out. He was desperate now, and was not above begging their tormentor. “Oof, it looks like someone’s cranky. You need to be fed, don’t you?” She leaned forward, and scooped him up in her arms, exposing her left breast as he squirmed, trying to get free. Lucy ran forward and began punching her the witch’s legs. “Let him go you bitch!” She snapped her fingers, and Zac was overcome with an intense hunger, and on instinct closed his mouth around her nipple and began to suckle. She smiled down at Luce as her soft, impotent blows landed on her inner thigh. “You’re boyfriend seems extra hungry tonight, sweetie. Either that or he can resist sucking on mommy’s nipples.” The motion in Lucy came to a boil, and hot tears started to stream down her cheeks as she watched her lover sucking and licking at their enemy’s tits. The witch moaned at the sensation, and the girlfriend nearly gaged as the scent of the captor’s arousal washed over her. The woman’s face scrunched up in discomfort. “Ugh, I have to piss real bad. Would you mind taking care of that for me?” She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Lucy felt an immense pressure in her bladder as the witch’s urine was magically transported into her bladder which was now ten sizes too small to hold that much. The girl whimpered, as she gripped at her lower stomach and the piss forced its way out of her, making her diaper grow warm. Her face flushed red in humiliation as she wore the woman’s piss against her pussy and ass, shifting uncomfortably at the wetness and heat of it. “Good girl! Are you ready for more?” “You fucking bitc-“ She doubled over as another, more intense wave of pressure took hold, and she refilled her now piss-logged diaper. It reached its capacity, and went well beyond as the villain’s urine began to run down her legs and pool at Lucy’s feet. She immediately tried to pull the diaper off, but found that it wouldn’t budge. “No changes until I say so, little slut.” She giggled as she sent the rest of the urine, and watched as Lucy fell to her knees from the sharp pain of carrying her pee. It jetted out of her, and the puddle she knelt in grew wider and wider. Zac continued to drink his fill of her milk, still under the spell of hunger and arousal. He was blatantly hard, and Luce had no choice but to watch him enjoy every second of it while she soiled herself four more times. “You’ve really done a number on that diaper, huh? But, good babies use their diaper to its full potential.” She tugged on her earlobe with her free hand, and the girlfriend’s stomach immediately cramped up. Her face grew red and she panted, grunting as fresh, hot, thick diarrhea began to pour from her ass. “Wow, that’s pretty gross. I wouldn’t be surprised if your man doesn’t touch you tonight. You know that your diaper’s not coming off for a while, right?” Another spell was cast, and another mudslide of shit made its home in Lucy’s diaper; it was now expanded to twice it’s size as the magic kept everything inside to ensure her ass marinated in it. Zac continued to drink his fill of her, and, under her spell, found himself more aroused by his woman’s humiliation. Of course, hours later, he would feel sorry for it all, but they both knew it was far from his fault. The witch tormented the girl for an hour, making her piss and shit herself for her amusement while the boyfriend pleasured her. By the end, the both of them were exhausted, and fainted as soon as she released her control. She looked down on them, smiling at her achievements for today, and was already forming plans for tomorrow, the next day, weeks, months; she had every intention of enjoying her new toys. The witch would break them yet, and her panties were drenched with excitement over her new little project. She leaned in close. “Goodnight, my babies. Mommy will take care of you.” Zac remembered this night vividly, and while he knew it wasn’t good to dwell on such humiliation and trauma, he knew that was the night their hell began, and it wouldn’t end for a long, long time.
  6. Hello. I write commissioned erotica, and could provide content for you. I like the prompt, and the first commission is only ten dollars u.s. for about four to six pages. You can contact me at the email below if interested. Otherwise, I hope you find what you’re looking for. [email protected]
  7. Hello, I am currently open for erotica commissions. I usually write about wetting/ messing and humiliation, but can and will write about other kinks barring non-consent, underaged, extreme violence, and vore. I have also written about diapers, if that's your deal. I charge only ten dollars U.S. for the first commission which is about four to six pages in length. Below, I've attached a sample of my work (contains wetting, messing and a little bit of diapers so be warned). If you are interested, you can get into contact with me at [email protected]. You must prove to me you are 18 years old or above by sending me an email giving me your word. Hope to hear from you soon. erotica.docx
  8. I am now accepting commissions for custom erotica stories featuring diaper use/ play. I will not write about littles, non-consent, underage, extreme violence, or vore. Anything else if fair game. I charge $10 U.S. for first commission with a story length of about 4 to 6 pages. You only pay if you are satisfied with the product. You can reach me at my email [email protected]. I try my best to craft a narrative that will satisfy your fantasies, and hold true to the idea that you should only pay for something you enjoy. Below, a sample of my writing is attached (it has some diaper play involved, but mostly panty wetting/ messing so be warned if that's not your deal). Thank you for your consideration, and I hope you enjoy the story attached. erotica.docx
  9. I am now accepting erotica commissions. I usually charge $10 U.S. for the first story, and prices from there are negotiated if you decide to move forward and commission more pieces. I will cover most fetishes with the exception of underage, non-consent, littles, extreme violence, or vore. You must be able to prove that you are at least 18 years old in order to commission me. My work tends to be around four to five pages single spaced if the length is not specified. If you are interested, you can contact me at: [email protected] Thank you for your time.
  10. I did not anticipate this being such a populated thread. Thank you all for sharing your extreme fantasies. I love reading them
  11. I'm a dom looking for a female sub. I am experienced in bathroom and bladder control, and I would love to bring you to the point of no control and taunt you as you soil yourself. I am good about respecting limits, and I use a safe word system to ensure that no lines are crossed. Things I have done for subs in the past include: making them wet their bed forcing them to wear diapers for long periods of time *ignore if you are not interested* making them bathe in their pee edging laxative/ diuretic use 'public' humiliation/ wetting/ messing *I always respect others and do not involve bystanders into the kink. this occurs in wide open spaces where others can't immediately tell what is happening* cute crushing *I have the sub dress in their cutest outfit and have them wet/ mess/ get dirty until they don't feel so cute anymore (mostly a d/s kind of thing)* have them lock up their toilet for extended periods of time have them use some part of their house or concealed outdoors as their new toilet dog collars/ dog bowls/ pee pads (for subs who like to be treated like a pet) etc. If you are interested, please respond and we can discuss your limits, and what you want to get out of an online correspondence. I try to be kind (though I am a dom), so always let me know what is too far before hand if possible. Thank you for your time, and I hope to hear from you soon!
  12. I'm a dom looking for a female sub. I am experienced in bathroom and bladder control, and I would love to bring you to the point of no control and taunt you as you soil yourself. I am good about respecting limits, and I use a safe word system to ensure that no lines are crossed. Things I have done for subs in the past include: making them wet their bed forcing them to wear diapers for long periods of time *ignore if you are not interested* making them bathe in their pee edging laxative/ diuretic use 'public' humiliation/ wetting/ messing *I always respect others and do not involve bystanders into the kink. this occurs in wide open spaces where others can't immediately tell what is happening* cute crushing *I have the sub dress in their cutest outfit and have them wet/ mess/ get dirty until they don't feel so cute anymore (mostly a d/s kind of thing)* have them lock up their toilet for extended periods of time have them use some part of their house or concealed outdoors as their new toilet dog collars/ dog bowls/ pee pads (for subs who like to be treated like a pet) etc. If you are interested, please respond and we can discuss your limits, and what you want to get out of an online correspondence. I try to be kind (though I am a dom), so always let me know what is too far before hand if possible. Thank you for your time, and I hope to hear from you soon!
  13. the face sitting and wetting combo is a pretty common one yeah, and I agree; super hot. I want to lay in a bathtub an have a dom slowly fill it full with her pee over the course of a day.
  14. Hey, everyone. I wanted to hear about your most extreme omorashi/ watersport fantasies. A big one for me has elements of BDSM where my dom keeps me in her bathtub all day with the drain plugged and uses the tub as her urinal, and I have to sit there all day watching as she comes in every hour or so with a fresh bladder full of pee and releases it to fill the tub even more each time.
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