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  1. Hiya! So tomorrow is the only morning where I won't be disturbed for a long while. I live with family, so can only be padded really rarely Two times in the last 2 years, I've tried to pad up before going to sleep in hopes of wetting while asleep. I wasn't able to sleep either times sadly. The first time I stopped holding after a few hours and went on a soggy night walk, and the second time I couldn't sleep, so held after soaking myself already which was almost impossible. Right now it's 1:51am, and I'm doing one last hold to bring my bladder to its limit to weaken it a bit. I'm then gonna drink a few glasses of water before trying to sleep, so my bladder doesn't fill up until I'm asleep. I'm hoping I can fall asleep tonight because a). I'm feeling a bit ill & have a migraine, which usually makes me more likely to fall asleep & stay asleep, b). I'm a bit sleep deprived right now, and c). You know what they say about 3rd time's the charm lol I'm gonna go off this website now so I don't get myself too excited to sleep, so I'll either update you guys when I wake up wet, or if I couldn't sleep 🙂 Edit: I'm still up for a bit longer, so I think I might stay on the website for a lil bit
  2. Woke up bursting and horny. View File A bit late on the upload. Did this about 16 hours ago. Enjoy Submitter JR0C Submitted 02/15/2024 Category Male  
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    had to name some files myself 2012/2013 any messing is keeped within diapers/no messy changes/diaper bulge/droop/stain/messy talk only enjoy daisy dl files/pee files/pp flles to follow............😃
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    Two girls are playing truth or dare. One of the girls confesses that she wetted the bed once, when she was 17. The other girl confesses that she is wearing a diaper. She dares the other girl to pee her panties (which she does), and finally tricks her in wearing a diaper as well
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  5. spent too long playing games on the computer this morning and had an accident in my jammies 🤭 Vont.mp4
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    Woman wets herself just before the toilet, big puddle.
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  7. View File Woman leaks in her pajamas just before making it to the toilet. Woman wets herself just before the toilet, big puddle. Submitter Staffsguy89 Submitted 02/12/2024 Category Female  
  8. From the album: Desperate Measures | TwoKinds Omorashi story (Ongoing)

    All characters in this story belong to Tom J. Fischbach unless stated otherwise.
  9. That morning I was soaked because when I woke up I made myself happy by pissing in bed, then drinking my coffee while reading the newspapers online I had to pee again but I didn't want to stop reading, so I peed slowly in my already wet pyjamas. I hope you enjoy too 😳🙃😉 Pyjama.MOV
  10. Well, it finally happened. After months of trying unsuccessfully to bedwet in a safe and respectable way, my boyfriend caught me wetting uncontrollably in our bed tonight. 🤡 I had a few days off so like always, I indulged a bit too much. It was very routine, I had an edible, it was a bit too much, I can't tell I have to pee, etc... Except I could tell I had to pee, and I just couldn't listen to my body. My edible was laying me out, it was way stronger than I was prepared for. I peed once before just admitting I needed to lay down. My boyfriend started doing chores in the bedroom and I laid there feeling spasm after spasm in my bladder. "There's no way I had to pee again" "I should be empty" "You're just wishing you could pad up right now" "Maybe if I just relax and sleep, it'll be okay. He won't care if I wet the bed" "Wetting the bed might mean sleeping in a pull up tonight..." These thoughts repeated as my body tingled and tickles radiated from my crotch. I was laying there enjoying my high until I fell asleep. I woke up to my boyfriends innocent face leaning over mine, telling me I'm actively peeing the bed 🫠 My ass is warm and wet, completely soaked in the middle of the bed. It was a slow trickle by the time he woke me up and I could focus my eyes. I stopped the flow and told him I'd be down in a minute. The sheets and my pj's are in the wash and he's acting like nothing happened. 🥺 How did I come to deserve him 🥲
  11. Chapter 1: The Curse Tyria drew her sword and pointed it at an old witch. Tyria was 23 years old, slightly dark skinned, and had freckles along her cheeks. Her subtle red hair was tied into a ponytail and came down to just below her ears. Her fierce blue eyes cut daggers into the witch. She wore a dark green shirt with blue pants and black bear fur boots. Her armor was small and polygonal and was colored cream with yellow highlights on the edges. “Now leave this village and never come back! You mischievous hexs have no place in this town!” The witch had grey, wrinkled skin. Warts plastered her face and her pupils were as black as night. Her limbs were boney and she seemed to be only wearing a sack on her torso. Her hair was patchy and gray. A true bottom dweller. “You have no proof that those were even my hexs! It could’ve been any other witch!” the witch said, flailing her arms about, making the sound of popping joints. “That’s not what the townspeople think!” said Tyria, “The shopkeep saw you wandering around where the totem was found, no one else is talented in the magic arts as much as you are, and no one else would make that hex do the thing that it did unless it appealed to a specific taste! One that the townspeople say that you specifically have!” “I’m a resident of this town too, you know! You can’t kick me out! I’ll sue!” Tyria then closed in fast and held the sword at the witch’s neck. “You can’t sue if you’re dead.” “So you admit what you’re doing is wrong!” Tyria pushed her word deeper against the witches neck. “Don’t push it.” she said in a threatening voice. The witch growled. “Augh! Fine! You win! I’ll leave!” “Good.” Tyria said with a smile. She then sheathed her sword and swung around on her hell, walking back into town. “Find some other town to prey on!” The witch grunted and hobbled down the path. She walked until she was about a mile out of town. “Me, place hexs around town. Psssh! Lucky guess, bitch. Stupid adventurers. Ever since the dark lord has been slain, my hobby gets harder to sustain since there are so many new novices to take on the small fry.” The witch grunted again. She swung behind a tree, popped a cork off a glass bottle and took a swing. “Ah yeah, that’s the good stuff.” She placed the bottle down on the ground and began to levitate in a meditation pose. Her eyes flashed open with yellow light shining out of them. “Let’s get a quick fix in before I move on to the next town.” In her mind, an overhead view of the town appeared. As her eyes moved, so did her vision of the town. Specific people were highlighted in yellow, to which she eagerly approached and observed. But her enthusiasm quickly waned as she scanned them. “Tch, 46%.” She moved on to the next person. “37%” Then the next. “Ohh, 56%. Maybe I can watch this one for a bit and-” Suddenly, her vision faded between reality and her potion vision. “No! Come on! I just need a little more time!” She quickly picked up her potion and drank what little remained. She then tossed it aside after realizing it was empty. “Damn it! It’s been so hard to make more of these potions. That was all I had left!” She took a deep breath. “No, I must use this time wisely. The tavern should work, I’m always able to find subjects there.” The witch focused her vision on the tavern, where she saw a promising sight. “Yes! A line! I might finally be able to get some good action here!” She moved in close to observe the people. All of which were waiting patiently outside of a bathroom. The witch’s enthusiasm faded again. “The highest here is 64% full! And she’s at the front of the line! Are there no more risk takers in this town.” Suddenly, the witch felt the hairs on her neck stand up. She sensed a significantly powerful need. “Oh, and who might that be?” She turned around to see who had just entered the tavern. “Oh, you…” The witch said in great disappointment. It was Tyria. Tyria walked over to the barkeep to talk business. As she did so, the witch watched in earnest. “To think you were 87% full in front of me. Impressive of you to keep a front like that. Less impressive that I wasn’t able to see through it. God, I must be losing it at my age.” “Yo, barkeep!” shouted Tyria. A small girl over the counter turned her head. “Coming!” She lifted her dress and ran over to Tyria. “So, any news?” “I managed to find the hex, destroy it, and kick its creator out of the town. All in a day no less.” said Tyria, nonchalantly picking at her fingernails with her thumb. “Whoa! That must be why business has been running so smoothly lately!” said the barkeep. “So the hex is affecting the townspeople now?” The barkeep shook her head. “Nope. At least, I don’t think so. No accidents today! When that hex was active, I’d be cleaning up the floor at least 10 times a day! Some of them were even… my messes.” “Well, glad to see everyone making it on time.” “Yeah. It will take another couple days before we know for sure. But everyone’s been extra cautious the past few hours. Everyone’s sick of being publicly humiliated so I assume they go at the first sign of need.” The witch groaned at this statement. Tyria subtly crossed her legs. “Speaking of need.” The barkeep clapped her hands together. “Oh yes, you need your reward, I’ll go fetch it for you!” She ran off behind the employee door. “That’s not what I-” Tyria sighed. She waited patiently on the bar, leaning her body against it and she subtly bounced in place, feeling her need to pee catch up with her. “We’ve reached 90%!” said the witch, still looking through her potion vision. “Come on! I need you to lose it so I can get my revenge!” Then, the barkeep came back out the door. She dropped a small sack of coins on the table right in front of Tyria. “Here ya go! 1000 Lyobies, as promised!” Tyria leaned in for a whisper. “Yeah, thanks. But there was another thing.” “Oh?” “I’ve been running around town all day and I kinda need to pee. And the line there is looking pretty long. Do you think-” The barkeep held her hand out. “Sorry ma’am! But employee bathrooms are for employees only. Company policy.” “Well, does company policy prevent you from letting me have next in line?” The barkeep thought for a moment. “No, I don’t recall a rule like that.” “Then maybe-” “But I’m sorry! Even if I could, it would reflect poorly on me and the business to have favorites.” “Oh, but what if I-” Tyria put a Lyobie coin on the table, “did this?” The barkeep quickly snatched the coin and inspected it. “Shame on you, Tyria. Exploiting my greatest weakness.” “Will you make a show of it?” “That will cost extra.” Tyria sighed as she pulled another coin out of the bag. The barkeep caught it and giggled. She jumped on top of the bar while pocketing the coins and shouted, “Attention ladies, gents, and everything else in between!” The whole tavern looked at her and fell silent. “As you know, our town has been plagued by a hex that has afflicted everyone with a curse. Everybody became prone to a particular need and were publicly humiliated for not respecting said need more than they reasonably had too. This did not stand with us! We came together and called upon our resident adventurer to dispel this hex and to oust the individual responsible.” The barkeep gestured to Tyria. “Our very own Tyria Yanah has rid us of such mischievous behavior!” The whole bar cheered. “Booooooo!” sad the witch to herself. “As a special thanks, she will be given priority to the services of the tavern. Be nice now everyone!” finished the barkeep, winking and making an OK sign with her hand. The tavern rejoiced in agreement and continued on with their days. “Thanks for the show.” said Tyria, exhaling somewhat worriedly. “Now the bathroom.” “Yes yes, I know. You’re really an attention hog, you know that?” said The Barkeep, getting down from the table. “Follow me.” The two went down the hall towards the bathroom. “Special privileges?!” said the witch. “Right when I was so close to seeing something good! I swear that, Tyria. You won’t get away with this!” But then a thought came to her mind. “Wait a minute. I won’t let her get away with this! Yes! I have a plan!” She exited her potion vision and ran back over to the empty bottle she tossed, spit in it, swirled it around, then drained it. “Yes! You don’t get to take away my pleasure without suffering the consequences! I’m coming for you, Tyria Yanah!” The witch pulled out two more potions. One was black and the other blue with yellow swirls. She drank the blue one and focused. Tyria Yanah. She had been holding it for quite some time, but her poker face was formidable. The witch imagined the need she must’ve been in. The swollen bladder, the focus she must exert, the feeling of slight relief with every subtle cross of the leg. The witch exhaled slowly and opened her eyes. Darkness. “Oops, I didn’t make a teleportation potion to the void again did I? What is it labeled as? Augh! I can’t see, maybe if I just-” Suddenly, the witch stumbled into something. She seethed in pain, jolting back only to hit another thing. Then, the sound of crashing glass and metal sounded out as she got buried by all manner of dark objects. Outside, Tyria and The Barkeep were walking down the hall when they heard crashing coming from a nearby broom closet. “What was that?” said the Barkeep, moving to investigate. “It’s probably just rats or something.” said Tyria, “Could we please just hurry?” The barkeep put her fists on her hips. “Hmph! How dare you insinuate that I don’t keep proper pest control in my establishment!” “So you made the company policy?” “Uh, w-we don’t gotta talk about that!” The Barkeep moved swiftly to push Tyria along. “Plus, you’re getting a free ticket to the front of the line, aren’t you? Best hurry!” As they left, the broom closet door opened. A floating black potion, seemingly being drunk by nothing, was completely emptied in the air. “Let’s hope this invisibility lasts. It’s been a while since I’ve attempted something like this.” She followed Tyria down the hall, making as little noise as possible, throwing the empty potion back in the closet. As Tyria and the Barkeep entered the bathroom, they found a familiar face. She had very bright skin, long and straight blonde hair, and a beauty mark just under her left eye. Her green eyes were bored and her full expression even more so. She wore a blue, frilly, mage dress with white aprons over it, the sleeves coming straight and true to her wrists. The dress only came down to just halfway down her thigh, leaving enough of her thigh exposed to house a little rod of some kind on a belt strap. Lastly, she wore snakeskin boots along with some black knee high stockings. “Meliay?” asked Tyria. Meliay looked at them. “Hey, I hope you don’t plan on cutting!” “Well… yeah, that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.” “Then, no!” said Meliay, crossly. “Sorry, Meliay. But Tyria has received special privileges for ridding the town of the hex. And all she asked was that she be allowed first in line for the next bathroom stall.” said The Barkeep. “Ugh, how much did she pay you? I’ll double it.” The Barkeep bounced excitedly. “You’ll pay me 400 Lyobies?” “What?! Augh, I don’t care that much.” Meliay then shoved Tyria to the front of the line. “Just don’t take too long, okay?” “And why would I ever want to disappoint you?” asked Tyria, giving her a smug face. Meliay groaned in annoyance. Then almost on cue, a toilet flushed and a girl came out. “See ya.” said Tyria, moving to occupy the stall. She quickly moved inside then closed and locked the door. She leaned against the wall and took a huge sigh of relief. She held down on her crotch tightly. “Oh, thank god I didn’t have to use my hands that entire time.” she said silently to herself, “This is probably the worst I’ve ever had to go. Being right next to that hex must’ve amplified its effects.” Tyria quickly undid her belt and pulled down pants and her white and pink trimmed lace panties. Sitting on the toilet she felt her bladder quickly empty into the bowl. The relief sent shivers down her spine. “Wow, that felt way better than I expected.” From nearby, the witch waited for Tyria to finish. But then she noticed another stall opened up. The flush of the toilet reminded her that getting the resource she needed wasn’t going to be so easy. “Blast.” she said to herself. She exited the bathroom and went into the Tavern’s main area. There she saw a huge man carrying a large mug of beer, looking pretty sloshed already. “That should work.” She moved in close and gave the man a shove, knocking him into a table full of customers and spilling his drink on a couple of them. “Hey!” One of them stood up and shoved the man back. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, dumbass!” The man in his drunken state listened to no reason and swung at the customer without warning, punching him in the face. The other customers stood up and tried to stop him, but the commotion triggered a chain reaction, causing the whole place to erupt into a bar fight. “Oh no!” said The Barkeep. She quickly left her post and ran back to the bathrooms. “Now’s my chance!” said the witch, following close behind. Tyria had just strapped her belt back to her waist and moved to flush the toilet when The Barkeep barged in and slammed on her stall door. “Tyria! The bar erupted into a fight! Please help!” “Oh okay! I’ll be right out!” Tyria adjusted the sword at her hip and hurried out. “Meliay, your help would be greatly appreciated too!” “I'm in the middle of something, I’ll join you two in a bit!” With the stall door still open, the witch moved in and quickly scooped up a sample of the toilet water and moved back out before the next person in line took the stall. “Ugh, gross. She didn’t even flush.” The witch heard her say as she left. She began to silently cackle, excited at what the future holds. The power of Tyria’s pee, in the palm of her hand. 10 minutes later Tyria and Meliay tossed two more customers out of the Tavern doors. The streets were getting dark from the coming sunset. “If you wanna fight! Take it outside!” said Tyria. “Stop disturbing the peace.” said Meliay. The two went back inside, now with half as many people. It was so silent that it was almost eerie. “Hey you two.” said The Barkeep, resting her head on her hand on the bar table. “Thanks for kicking out half my business.” “You’re the one that asked.” said Meliay. “It’s a joke.” said Tyria. “Though I suppose you wouldn’t know as you don’t really tell many of those.” Meliay gave her a stare. “By the way,” The Barkeep poured a shot and gave it to Tyria, “That nice man over there would like to give his compliments.” The three looked over and saw a man just as he quickly looked away. He took a swig of beer, trying in the most suspicious way to look less suspicious. While they looked, the witch closed in and put a yellow tablet inside the drink. It quickly dissolved into nothing. She cackled silently some more before making her exit out of the tavern. “Boys, am I right?” asked Meliay. “Yep.” Tyria drank the shot in one gulp and slammed it on the table. “Let’s go deal with it.” The two walked over and sat down at the table. The man continued to drink with his head turned away. He was a slightly lighter skin than Tyria. His brown hair was combed neatly to the side and his yellow eyes occasionally darted back and forth between the girls. His armor was a full body leather armor, with some yellow stitching to give it more flair, the same as his eyes. He wore a white shirt underneath and black pants. His shoes were fancy, black leather polished boots. Ones usually reserved for the upper-class. “Lance?” she asked. The man turned away slightly further. “Laaaaaance?” Tyria asked again in a sing-songy voice. The man turned even farther. Tyria then slammed the table hard. “LANCE!” The man coughed on his drink and finally turned to them. “Tyria, Meliay? I didn’t see you guys there.” “Uh-huh…” said Meliay, unamused. “So, any news?” asked Tyria. Lance leaned in close. “The best news. I managed to see the guild master aaaand-” “Annnnnd?” asked Tyria. Lanced slammed a document on the table. “Our first big mission out of town! We’re finally gonna get out of here! All three of us!” Meliay picked up the paper and looked at it, impressed. “Wow, you actually did it! For someone like you, that’s real impressive.” “Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal.” said Lance, picking his nails with his thumb. “So, does that mean I’ll finally get a smile out of the steel-faced lady?” Meliay then shoved the paper in his face. “Don’t push it.” The paper fell back down on the table, Lance’s expression not changing one bit. “Classy.” he said. Tyria then picked up the paper. “30,000 Lyobie! That’s a lot for people like us! What’s the job?” she asked. “Royal escort.” said Lance. “Princess is going to visit a neighboring city and they want us to scout ahead for bandits. Should be simple enough.” “Yes, real simple.” said Meliay. “Yaaaaay!” cried Tyria. “We got our first real mission! I wonder what the outside world looks like!” “Hopefully not more forests.” said Lance. “It’s nice and all, but it gets boring to look at after a while.” “What do you expect out of a little town like ours?” asked Meliay. “Something else, anything else.” said Lance. Tyria slammed the paper on the table. “When?” “6 am tomorrow.” said Lance. He then pointed at the two of them. “Don’t be late! You know how pissy the royal guard gets with late adventurers.” Tyria snickered. “Heh, you said piss.” “I mean it! And stop being so childish!” “Like you’re one to talk.” said Meliay. Lance zipped his lips at Meliay. “Zip it steel-face! I want this more than probably the two of you combined. This is my chance to finally rise up and become a hero of the people.” Meliay crossed her arms. “The dark lord is dead already, not exactly something you can be anymore.” “Well, I should be able to be a hero for someone. Being someone’s personal hero seems cool in its own way, dontcha think?” Tyria stood up. “I’m gonna head off to bed then. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Lanced raised his hand at her. “W-Wait! Do you think that maybe after the mission, we could you know… catch a jousting competition together? Maybe drink some tea?” Tyria pondered for a moment “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll consider it depending how well the mission goes.” “O-Oh, the mission will go great! For sure, 100%. Nothing bad will happen now till the end of the mission! Yep! Mm-hm!” “Uuuuh, cool!” said Tyria. She gave Lance one last smile before walking off. The two at the table sat silent for a moment. “Smooth dude.” said Meliay. “Shut up, steel-face.” said Lance in a defeated tone, resting his head on his arms. As Tyria passed the bar, she tossed The Barkeep a 100 Lyobie coin. “I’m taking room 11.” The Barkeep saluted her. “K-O!” Tyria walked up the stairs and towards her room. As she opened the door, she couldn’t help but smile. “Hm, Lance, you dork.” She thought that had become a cute guy compared to when they knew each other as kids. She flicked the land on the nightstand, illuminating the firefly bulb and filling the room and a subtle golden light. She took off her armor and hung it on the wall, then changed into the room provided pajamas. Flopping down on the bed, she thought about the mission. “We have a big day tomorrow. I’m so excited!” she said to herself. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. After a while, out from the darkness of her subconscious, she found herself in a tattered shack. “Huh? Where am I?” she asked herself. “Ah, how nice of you to join me, Tyria Yanah.” said a creepy voice. Tyria rubbed her eyes and saw that the witch she banished from the village, looming over a bubbling cauldron full of boiling water. “You!” Tyria reached for her sword, but found nothing except the pocket of her pajamas. “What?! Where’s my sword?!” “You will not be needing that today. I was never one for violence anyway, as you can tell by today's events.” “What are you planning? Are you gonna hex the town again?!” “Why would I pursue a plan that hasn’t worked with you there. No, what I’m gonna do here is much more personal.” “But why me?” “It didn’t have to be you. But call it a hunch when I believe that you will be able to bring me everything I desire.” “What?! I’d never help you do anything!” “And that is where you will have little choice, girl.” The witch pulled out an ingredient. “Plyast Wheat, to represent the time spent on our very own Earth.” The witch dropped powdered wheat into her cauldron, turning the water into a magical blue color. “Stop!” Tyria tried to grab the witch, but her arms phased right through her. “Syndenell seeds, representative of the ears of humanity!” The witch dropped 10 seeds into the cauldron, causing green spots to appear in the mixture. Tyria looked for a way out. She found a door and bashed through it, only to find that she had entered the exact same room. “How do I get out of here?!” “Crow’s Skull, for the inescapable reminder of death!” The witch dropped the skull into the water, having the blue water combine with black swirls. “Are you planning to poison me?!” shouted Tyria. “No, something much better.” said the witch, paying little attention to her. “Then lastly, the most important part.” The witch pulled out a yellow bottle. “The release of the subject, Tyria Yanah!” “The release…? Wait! Did you manage to get some of my pee?! I know you had some weird hobbies but that’s just gross!” said Tyria with a disgusted expression. “So says you. But to me, it is beautiful.” said the witch. She then popped the cork on the bottle and poured it delicately into the cauldron, turning all the colors gold. “Now finally, the brain of a dream eater, to represent transfer within the world of falsehoods and memories.” She pulled out a brain and plopped it into the cauldron, letting gold color swirl with pink streaks. “Just what are you planning! I swear if you hurt anybody, I will strike you down for good!” said Tyria. “Relax, I said I was not one for violence. This gift is entirely for you.” “What?!” The witch began to chant. “From this day forward, let it be known that after the 10th release, may death come to dear sweet Tyria Yanah. And after each release, may she be reminded of the consequences of ignoring this affliction. All hail Pissect Holdarahma, and thank you for granting this gift. Amen!” “Just what are you-?” Suddenly, the fumes from the cauldron sprouted out like tentacles and grabbed Tyria by the limbs. The curled around tightly against her body, disheveling her shirt and pants, revealing a lot of skin. She blushed in embarrassment and tried her best to escape, but to no avail. “Try to keep still,” said the witch, “This will all be over soon.” Tyria’s eyes widened and the tentacles tightened their grips. The witch began to laugh maniacally as she watched. They curled around her chest, having her breasts extra accentuated against her tight shirt. The even went inside her clothes, curling around bare legs and inch closer to her crotch under her panties. Tyria was red like a beet. “This… is… so… sick!” The tentacle curled tighter, finally squeezing the breath out of her. The witch then suddenly stopped laughing and slammed the side of her cauldron. “Hey!” All the tentacles looked at her as if they had heads. Tyria peeked through one eye while gritting her teeth. “This is amusing and everything, but I ain’t got all day!” the witch said, waving her hand around what was going on. “Hurry up and do what I made you for. I want to be ready for tomorrow.” The tentacles all hung down sadly. “Does this mean you’ll let me go now?” asked Tyria. The tentacles looked at her, then each other. The witch laughed maniacally once more as all the tentacle rushed to her face, forcing the gas into her mouth, nose, and eyes. The laughing got louder and louder and the world became black. Tyria then woke up in a cold sweat. She breathed heavily as she sat up on her bed. Looking around, the room was filled with the morning light. She calmed down as best she could, taking one shallow breath at a time. But once she calmed down, her focus was switched to something else dire. She needed to pee, badly! Much worse than yesterday. “Oh my god!” Tyria said while grasping her crotch as she felt the pee heading down her urethra. She quickly stood up and danced around. Bending over, twisting her legs, clasping both hands on her crotch as hard as she could. Finally, the wave began to fade, but she was still very much desperate. But at least she was able to walk now. “I gotta go to the bathroom!” she said to herself. She quickly shuffled to her door with one hand between her legs. She opened it and looked both ways down the hall. No one out. Good, that meant she could walk with both hands on her crotch without getting weird looks. She closed her door and went down the hall, making every step carefully. The pressure was strong, nothing like has ever felt before. It was almost like someone pressing down the rubber stopper of a syringe. Tyria entered the main area. The place was still closed, meaning that she could walk through with her hand on her crotch. She hurried as fast as she could, but halfway through, she felt another wave. “No no no no!” She had to stop and clench herself tightly. She felt the pee traveling down her urethra, forcing apart her muscles. She danced even harder, hoping to force it back a little longer. After a bit, the pee traveled back into her overfilled bladder, feeling like filling a balloon close to bursting. She took a few quick breaths before making the rest of her way to the bathroom. Upon entering, she gave a tiny yelp as she quickly moved her hands away from her crotch. There stood one girl, who had clearly just woken up, standing in front of the sinks. Tyria in her desperate frenzied mind thought it would be appropriate to start small talk. “H-Hey.” she said. The girl turned to her with a bored expression and said, “hi…” before turning back to the stalls. The two waited for what felt like a couple minutes, with Tyria shuffling ever so slightly to conceal her desperation. Suddenly, another wave came, much stronger than the last two. It immediately reached near the end of her pee hole, making her start screaming internally. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could, making them shiver with strain, but it was to no avail. The wave was too strong to handle with just her legs alone. She needed her hand, but she didn’t want to pee dance in front of this girl. The pee was coming closer and closer, until… a toilet flushed. After a bit, another lady left the stall and began washing her hands. The girl in line took the stall. Then just as the lady washing her hands left the room, Tyria went into full panic mode. Crossing legs, hands pressed on crotch tightly, her entire body doubling over to keep every ounce of pee inside her body. “Come on! Stop, stop, stooooop!” she quietly squealed. Despite her best efforts, a tiny drop managed to snake its way out of her pee hole, dampening her panties slightly. Luckily, the wave stopped pushing, but she couldn’t force the pee back into her bladder anymore. She had to hold and dance full time to have any chance of making it. Why did she need to pee this badly? She only had one shot of beer before going to bed. It couldn’t have caused this. Was it something else? Maybe the hex was still active. But no, then it wouldn’t just be her. And what was that dream of the witch? Sure, dreams didn’t make sense all the time, but this one felt real. What did she mean by the 10 releases? And why would she die if she fulfilled each one? What was this affliction she was given? All these questions made Tyria lose focus. The pee petered out and leaked all over her panties. Tyria gasped and held on for dear life. She didn’t make any sudden movements as she stood still, holding her crotch, crossing her legs, shivering with strain. Then, the toilet flushed. The relief being so close made Tyria leak again. It felt so close to dampening her pajamas, and out of everything, she didn’t want to pay the laundering fee. The girl from before popped out from the stall unexpectedly, startling Tyria. She tried her best to act cool with her hands at her side and legs only moderately crossed. The girl looked at her weird and exited the stall. Tyria moved to take the stall, but as she took a step forward, another leak got out. So forcefully that she could hear it stream into her panties. She hoped beyond hope that the girl didn’t hear it also as she entered the stall, closing and locking the door quickly. She quickly pulled out every trick she knew to hold in her pee. Her legs twisted around each other twice, she arched her back to give her hands as much pressure as possible, and she clenched her teeth, feeling as if clenching every muscle would help hold it in. It was of no use. A single drop came out, making Tyria curl up a bit. Then another drip, making Tyria curl up some more. Then there was a spurt. Enough pee escaped to have a wet spot appear on the pajamas. No matter how much she danced, she could feel the rest on its way. “No! Stop!” she squealed. The big one was coming. She could feel her urethra expanding to let it all out. She then looked at the toilet. It was all or nothing now. She ripped her pajamas and panties down, spurting a bit more pee on the floor before finally planting herself down on the porcelain throne. As the pee rushed out of her, she felt the fatigue and stress wash away from her body. She sighed and breathed heavily. This relief was nothing like she ever experienced. It was kind of… exciting? No, that didn’t sound right. She couldn’t quite think of the word for it. But one thing was for sure, it felt good. Tyria peed for what felt like a 1 minute and 20 seconds. As the stream petered out and the last few drops hit the water below her, a strange shrill began ringing in her ears. Her vision became fuzzy and her head started spinning. All of the sudden, her body collapsed on the toilet. Fully limp, she felt as her heart stopped beating and the world around her started to warp. A vision came to her head. The south of town, the mountains, a city, strange woods, waterfalls, then a strange whirlpool glowing with blue magical energy. “The mystic waters will relieve any and all.” said a chorus of mysterious voices. Tyria was whipped back to her body and she gave a huge gasp. She curled over and started coughing into her fist. She felt her heartbeat revving back up and she felt like she was about to throw up. She quickly flushed her toilet, put her pajamas back on, then burst out and looked at herself in the mirror. She was as pale as a ghost and sweating a stream from her head. She continued to breath hard as she tried to fully grasp the situation. She turned on the sink and splashed her face with water, then splashed some down on her pants for good measure, maybe it would look like she spilled a drink or something. After a bit, she had to get out of there. She walked quickly out of the bathroom and made her way through the main area of the Tavern. There she ran into The Barkeep, groggily making her way across the room. She stretched. “Hmmm-Mmm! Hiya, Tyria. How are you today?” “I-I’m fine!” she said sporadically before heading back upstairs. “You sure? You kinda look like hammered shit.” “Uh… bad stomach. Should be good now.” “Okay, if you say so. See you later, I guess.” “Mm-hm.” Tyria made her way down the hall and back inside her room. She went over to her armor and ripped open her travel pack, pulled out a map, and placed it on the table. She took out her pencil and marked her hometown, Kinida. This is where she is now. Then she drew a line to the nearest mountains south of Kinida, The Dragon Back Mountains. Then drew a line to the nearest south city of the mountains, Garmberland City. Then she looked everywhere for waterfalls. “Waterfalls, waterfalls. Come on!” Her pencil wandered the map until she came across something interesting. “Mushroom falls.” she said. It was a tourist destination that she always dreamed of going to. A huge rock pillar sprouting up to the sky in which a large volcanic underwater body sprouts directly from the center of it. It’s full of hot sediment, so as the geyser spews, the larger the rock formation gets over the years resembling a mushroom as the water rolls off the side. Tyria hastily marked it with her pencil, labeling it as her destination. Next was to put into words what happened. “I went pee, and… I think I died for a little bit.” she said to herself. The phrase still shocked her a bit. “That curse must’ve been true. Curse that witch!” She drew ten circles at the corner of the map and crossed off one of them. Then she wrote while saying, “If I pee 9 more times, I will die for real.” She looked at her map, somewhat shocked. The situation didn’t feel real. It was frightening her to her core, yet it also felt really stupid. “I’ll die if I pee 9 more times?! That’s just ridiculous! Just what is this stupid witch into?!” Tyria looked once more at the mushroom falls and wrote next to it, “Cure???”. She may know the history of the mushroom falls, but a magical blue whirlpool? She’s never heard of that before. But based on the vision she had when she died, that was her only chance. “No more drinks, no more water. I’ll need all the time I can get.” She quickly stripped off her pajamas, put on new panties, and put on her armor. She quickly made her way out of the Tavern. Just as she barged through the front doors, a voice called out to her. “So you made it, Tyria.” said Meliay. “Much earlier than I expected too. Shall we head off. Tyria hesitated. She couldn’t tell Meliay that she was cursed by such a ridiculous spell. Oh yeah, if I pee too much, I’ll die! Sounds so stupid even just thinking about it. She had to get out of this. “S-Sorry, Meliay. I can’t. Um… something came up and I’ll have to head south.” she tried to explain. “Huh? What came up?” “Something… real bad. I have to head south immediately. Hopefully I can make it in time.” Meliay got serious. “Tyria, I know something is up. You can tell me, I’m your friend.” “It’s just… something very personal. N-Not even I know the details that much.” “Stop avoiding the truth!” said Meliay, shaking Tyria by the shoulders. “I’m not an idiot, you can tell me!” “S-Stop!” shouted Tyria, shoving Meliay. She then backed away quickly. “L-Look just… split the Lyobie 15,000 to 15,000. I can’t make it.” “What?! Tyria!” “DON’T follow me!” Tyria turned around and walked away quickly. She felt herself on the verge of tears. Of course she would love to Meliay to help her on her journey. But with how ridiculous the curse was, there was no way Meliay would believe her. Plus her pride also somewhat got in the way for the curse’s same ridiculousness. Meliay would hold this over her head for the rest of her life. Tyria came back to reality, hearing footsteps beside her. She looked to see Meliay walking at her side. She jumped away and pointed at her. “Hey! I said don’t follow me!” “Well, I don’t listen to people who are clearly distressed and need help.” said Meliay, crossing her arms. “I don’t need your help!” said Tyria, quickly walking away. Meliay was quite taken aback. “Wow, okay…uuum.” She ran to catch up with Tyria. “I told you to stop following me!” shouted Tyria. “I will as soon as you tell me what’s going on!” “Nothing is going on!” “Then why are you leaving?!” “Nothing!” Tyria went into a slight jog. Meliay quickly caught back up with her, also in a slight jog. “Tyria, seriously? You and I both know I’m the better runner.” “Shut up!” Tyria went into a run. Meliay ran up to her side, not even panting. “Come on Tyria, tell me what’s up.” “You know Lance is gonna take all the Lyobie all for himself.” “He can have it, friends come first.” Tyria growled and broke into a full sprint. “Just stop following me, okay!” Meliay caught up with her in no time. “I’ve read too many novels to know you’re hiding something. Just tell me what it is and we can approach this problem together.” “I’ll call the guards! I’ll have ‘em take you in for stalking!” “The town's too small, so all the guards know us at least somewhat personally. Good luck trying to get that to stick.” Tyria closed her eyes and held the side of her head. “Augh! Just leave me alone!” “Never!” shouted back Meliay. Tyria started to yell as she ran, heading straight towards the south gate, off to adventure!
  12. Does anyone have any stories of going potty during sessions of intimacy with a partner? For example, making out while on the toilet.
  13. This is one of my favorite treats is when my mommy gets me ready for bed! I get a cozy diaper and my favorite Dino jammies put on for me. Then snuggles all night with momma and don’t have to get up for the potty at night! Any one else have a mommy or daddy that gets them bed time ready!?
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  17. All characters are adults, but horribly immature. This is a work of fiction, not necessarily set in the real world. Every time you criticize online fetish erotica for being unrealistic, a fairy gets tax audited. Think of the fairies! I was a little leery of going in to Kelly’s bedroom while she was sleeping. It had been three hours now since I’d finally gotten my baby girl down. Kelly was normally a deep sleeper, but it always took forever to get her to calm down and go to sleep, doubly so when woken in the middle of the night. But I’d forgotten the case of my angel’s diapers in the car, and I knew they needed to be put away before morning. As I stood in the upstairs hallway, I briefly considered just setting the snipped-open bag outside her door, but I didn’t want to leave a single extra thing to deal with in the chaos of getting her ready for daycare. So I turned off the hallway light and carefully turned the doorknob… Kelly’s room was full of pinks and pastels, all illuminated by the nightlight in the corner of the room. The white noise machine was still filling the room with its soft roar from the top of her clothes drawer, while the oil diffuser made its own addition of lilac and vanilla. I looked over to the changing table and was reminded that there was only one disposable left on the shelf, and that I’d carelessly placed the evening’s story book on her changing pad. “Good thing I caught that before morning,” I thought. Being extra careful with the diaper bag’s plastic crinkle, I removed each of the diapers and stacked them neatly on the shelf. I also took a quick survey of her other supplies: Brand new bottle of baby powder, plenty of boosters still, the lotion bottle looked to be about half-full, baby wipes were running a little low, as was Kelly’s special diaper medicine. Her oversized diaper pail probably needed to be emptied soon, but there was no way I could get that done quietly. I’d take care of it tomorrow while Kelly was at daycare. Quickly and quietly, I put the storybook back on the shelf and cleaned up a few errant toys and clothes on the floor. And I was about to sneak out again, when my attention turned to the crib, and the angel sleeping inside. I crept up to the railing and looked down: Below me lied the center of my world. Kelly slept on her side in her Abby Cadabby pajamas, clutching Mr. Blue, her stuffed shark. It had been unseasonably warm the last few nights, and she had kicked off her blankets, her puffy padded butt and the waistband of her diaper plain to see. Her mouth was just slightly open, and a little spot of drool had formed on her pillow. And just a few inches away from her mouth, her nighttime bottle, now empty. Even with her short bob cut, her hair had partially obscured her eyes, but in the dim light I could just make out her eyelids moving. She was dreaming! I stood there a while, watching her body gently rise and fall with her breathing, and thought about how we had gotten here and how long it had taken. I thought about all the visits to the Regression Clinic; all the complicated restraints and cuffs I’d had to use at first; standing next to her while she was tied up with her headphones and goggles, a syringe in one hand, waiting for the computer screen to indicate the right moment to administer her hypnosis medicine (I had to; the Clinic was closed for Covid and I didn’t want to lose any progress); the ridiculous wait list to get her into regression daycare; and all the tantrums, carpet stains, and messy diapers I’d had to deal with. But it was moments like these that made it all worth it. There was just a perfect little creature sleeping peacefully right in front of me, and every time she called me “daddy,” it just made my heart melt. I leaned over the railing and reached down to pick up her empty bottle. As I drew close, I saw her face shift slightly, the rhythm of her breathing change, and through the hiss of the white noise machine, a soft grown escape from her lips. I froze and braced myself, waiting for her to suddenly shoot up and start demanding more stories, more cookies, or another episode of Bluey. But she didn’t wake up. Instead, Kelly shifted her legs slightly, and let a small sigh out. I knew what was happening. I reached down to the seat of her pajamas, and, very gently, placed my hand on her bum. Sure enough, I could feel her padded tush warming up. Whatever silly little girl dream she was having, it looked like it now included making peepees in her nighttime diaper! I smiled down at my adorable little princess. Kelly was so little, so sleepy, so full of milk and juice (and regression meds), and so busy with her dream that she just couldn’t hold it anymore. Of course she couldn’t hold her daytime peepees (or poopies) anymore either, nor was she really trying anymore. But seeing her like this, wetting her diaper in her sleep at night, completely unaware, just made her look more helpless, fragile, and special. Regressing Kelly was the best thing I’d ever done! I was about to sneak out of the room again when I paused. Kelly’s a heavy sleeper, but she’s an even heavier wetter. She had had a second sippy cup of juice at dinner, and it was only a little after 10 now, so she would probably wet again before morning. I always put a booster in Miss Niagra’s diaper for nighttime and naps, but would she still leak? Maybe I should change her now… One last look at my baby angel put an end to that idea. How could I possibly wake my little baby girl now?! I softly closed Kelly’s bedroom door, went back downstairs to put the empty diaper package in the trash, then decided it was time for me to have a few dreams. In the morning I would have to change a very soggy diaper, get her dressed, comb her hair, help her eat her breakfast, and get her into the car and off to daycare, all without a meltdown if I’m lucky. And I still need to order more meds, and empty the diaper bin, and maybe change wet bedsheets. But right now, the universe is perfect. Kelly, my regressed baby girl, is sleeping without a care in the world.
  18. Haven’t done a hold in almost a month. Kind of busy today but I have tomorrow off, so I decided I’ll fill up and when I have to go I’ll use to toilet for tonight but I’ll be drinking a lot of water and I’m not going to completely empty my bladder until tomorrow. Hopefully tomorrow ends in a wetting. I’m open to DMs as usual.
  19. I am starting with completely empty. If you see this post, control my bladder. (nothing that involves too much moving around) I will hold until I lose control. Will end when I wet. Started off by drinking 600ml
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    A small sketch that appeared during jokes in discord. I won't give you the context, just Gordon's cousin.
  21. So I recently movies to a place by myself and since then I’ve indulged in a little diaper play. Now, years back I figured out that me and alcohol don’t mix well, especially when it comes to pee related things. It goes right through me. So once I break the seal it is never ending. Well one night I got out with some friends to the bar and I get fairly tipsy. As I get back home I slide on a nice fresh pull-up, as I know what’s about to happen. I then decide to chill out on the couch and watch a movie to pass the time. After a beer or 2 I start to feel drowsy and quite drunk so I stumble over to my bed. I throw on a pair of pajama pants over my pull-ups, and boxers and toss on an old work shirt (if I leak, I like to look at my mess) and proceed to lay down. I’m out within minutes. I’m on my back, sleeping away when all of a sudden I’m woken up. I’m still in my back but as I shift I can tell I’m wet. I roll over to reveal I have completely over saturated the pull-up and leaked all over the bed. There is a huge wet spot there I had been laying and the pull-up is wet and soggy. I roll over back on the wet spot and pleasure myself until I’m a wet mess. I lay in my warmth and wetness for a while until reality hits me, I have to clean up.. but I’ll save those details for later, that’s boring anyways. P.S. I may or may not have later in my wet accident for a while before cleaning…
  22. Hiya! So it's been about a week since I've done a hold, and I kind of want to try something I made up last week again I wanted to make my hold a bit interesting, and that's when I saw my dice for DnD on my desk. That gave me an idea, and I eventually made up some rules using a 20 sided die These rules use the Shizuku bot in the Discord server, and go as following: When desperate: Roll 1-9 - Do a challenge Roll a 10-14 - Try again in 5 mins Roll a 15-20 - Ask Shizuku if you can pee If Shizuku doesn't let you pee: Roll a 20: You can pee for 5 secs Roll a 15-19: You can pee for 3 secs Roll a 10-14: You have to drink 100mls Roll a 2-9: You have to do a challenge Roll a 1: Sit with your legs apart for 5 mins If Shizuku lets you pee: Roll 16-20: You use the toilet with no issues Roll 10-15: You use the toilet but wet a lil bit Roll 2-9: Hold on toilet until you lose control Roll a 1: Hold standing until you lose control I tried this last week and it was really fun, so I want to try it again but also share how it's going here! I'll update this post as the hold goes on
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    Hello babies! It's been a long time since I posted updates and it's because I've been working on a new project called "Mia's Stories". I've been working on this game for many months and I hope you really like everything I've done. What is Mia's Stories? Mia's Stories is the last project I'm working on and it's going to consist of several ABDL games in the same launcher. I am currently developing Hypnosis, the first Mia's Stories game. What is Hypnosis about? Hypnosis is about a young woman named Clara who has had urinary incontinence since she was little, however lately she has stopped having accidents at night and is finally going to be able to stop wearing diapers. However, her mother de ella has gotten used to having her little baby de ella pampered by her and she is not going to let her stop wearing diapers, so through different methods her mother de ella will make her wear a diaper again. You can download the demo from Itch.io and if you want the latest version of the game you can download it on Patreon. Of course I will be developing more content for Hypnosis. When I make an update I will publish a changelog in this post, you can also see all the changelogs on patreon for free. --------------------------------------------------- Demo Link (Itch.io): Here Download Link (Patreon): Here --------------------------------------------------- Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ABDLMiah Discord: https://discord.gg/Bn8JKDvCzZ ---------------------------------------------------
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  24. The Story Amanda was driving to work on Monday morning, having only recently started her new job at an insurance brokerage firm which was her first employer since graduating college. Though she had moved back home with her mom since returning from college, the girl was pleased with her new salary which she felt she could easily save up to get her own apartment, plus she had other benefits like a company car so at 22 years of age, she felt proud of where she was in life. She was blonde with her hair cut shoulder length, and on the short side with a body that was a teeny bit plump but she felt the softness just made her cute, and at least gave her a bigger butt and thicker thighs to make up for her modest bust. She was dressed smartly for work in a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, with a matching blazer on the seat beside her. Amanda was approaching a T-junction when her phone buzzed so she glanced at it to see a message from one of her friends regarding a holiday they were planning. With one eye on the road, she skimmed through the message then began to type a reply, as it was about a special booking offer that her friend thought they could take advantage of if they got on with it, then realised too late that she was pulling out in front of an oncoming car, which had right of way. The girl quickly accelerated, to get herself clear before the car crashed into her side, while the other driver sharply braked and swerved with the two cars narrowly avoiding a collision. The girl pulled up to the side of the road, her heart racing in panic at the near miss, then rushed out of her car, and with relief saw the other driver had safely pulled up on the other side of the road without crashing, and was also getting out of their vehicle unharmed. It was a woman in her late forties, attractive and just slightly taller than Amanda, with wavy auburn hair, bright red lipstick, and dressed in a turquoise dress that showed the cleavage of her busty chest. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” Amanda apologised, making sure she looked both ways this time before hurrying across the road. “Yes I’m fine, but not thanks to your driving!” The woman said angrily. “What were you thinking pulling out in front of me like that?” “I’m really sorry.” The girl said again, knowing she was at fault. “You were on your phone weren’t you?” “What? No, I um…” “Don’t lie! I saw you were on your phone. Was whatever social media you were on more important than the safety of yourself and other drivers?” “No… I didn’t think… I would never do that again!” “You should be thankful that’s the choice you can make, as you certainly wouldn’t be doing it again if we had collided and you’d been paralysed or worse… or lost your licence for whatever might of happened to me!” Amanda looked at her feet, blushing at being told off. “What’s your name?” The woman suddenly asked. “Amanda.” The blonde said, wondering whether she should have perhaps given a false name. “Amanda sounds a bit too mature for a silly girl like you. I think Mandie is more appropriate.” “Well, Amanda is my name, not Mandie.” Amanda snapped, annoyed at being called a ‘silly girl’ by the angry woman. Sure, she had been caught out dangerous driving, and the woman was rightfully cross, but that didn’t mean she could just disrespect her like that. “Don’t backtalk to me Mandie. I should report you for driving like that while using your phone! You nearly caused a serious accident…” “Look, I said I was sorry. Could we just forgot it please? No harm done and I promise I’ve learnt my lesson!” Amanda said, bristling that the woman was insisting on calling her ‘Mandie’ though thought it was best not to argue with her about it if she wanted to get away without being reported. “I don’t know… I bet if I let you drive off you’d just be back on your phone in a heartbeat, and won’t learn until you’ve had a serious accident or been in serious trouble. And I think trouble is much preferable to an accident, don’t you Mandie?” “I promise I’ve learnt my lesson. It was the only time I’ve used my phone at the wheel and I won’t ever do it again!” Amanda pleaded with the woman, who wasn’t seeming convinced. “Look, how about I pay you a little for all the trouble I’ve caused…” “Oh, so as well as a silly girl, you are some spoilt brat who thinks she can pay her way out of trouble. Oh no, you definitely need to be reported as think you’ll take the police more seriously than you are me…” “No please, it’s not that I’m spoiled… I just wanted to make it up to you without getting the police involved. Please, it’s a company car so any incidents involving the police will go back to my employer, and it’s my first ever job and I’m still new so it could get me fired!” Amanda appealed to the woman, aware that admitting it was a company car could backfire but hoping it showed the lady that she was taking this seriously and didn’t need the police involved. “Work car huh? Yes, I imagine if your employer found out you could get in quite a bit of trouble Mandie!” The woman said, seeming to be pondering something which Amanda hoped was forgiveness. “How about we strike a little deal? Instead of reporting you to the police, you shall come back to my house so I can punish you personally in a way befitting a silly brat, sounds fair? That way you learn your lesson without the police or your employers ever knowing…” “Punish me? What do you mean?” Amanda asked, shocked at the strangeness of the suggestion. She couldn’t imagine what the woman could possibly have in mind. “It won’t be anything much, just something to make you remember this lesson next time you find yourself reaching for your phone while driving. But you’ll have to agree to go through with it!” “How can I agree if I don’t know what it is?” Amanda said. “Okay Mandie, the police it is then…” The woman said, reaching into her handbag for her phone. “Okay fine, I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please don’t call the police.” Amanda agreed desperately. Surely whatever it was wouldn’t compare to the threat of her losing her job, so she resolved she’d just have to go through with it. ‘It’s probably something dumb like writing lines… maybe she is a teacher.’ She thought to herself. Leaving her car on the side of the road, Amanda fetched her handbag from the passenger’s seat, then reluctantly climbed into the woman’s car, hoping she wasn’t making a serious mistake. “Who are you texting?” The woman asked, seeing Amanda had pulled out her mobile. “Oh, I was just telling work I’d be a little late in…” “You better tell them you shan’t be in today at all… just say you’re sick or something.” “Really, this is going to take all day?” “Yes, though perhaps the police would be quicker?” Amanda sighed, but begrudgingly texted her boss to say she had an awful migraine so wouldn’t be in office today. **** Amanda sat in sullen silence in the passenger seat, wondering what the woman could possibly have in mind as her punishment. They didn’t speak as they drove back to her home in the wealthy suburbs, turning into a cul-de-sac road named Sapphire Lane where they pulled into the driveway of house No. 26. It was a large detached house, and Amanda found herself even more cowed as it was clear the woman was quite well-off. “Oh, I haven’t even introduced myself, my name is Isla…” The woman said as they got out the car. “… but you will call me mommy today.” “Mommy?” Amanda said, frozen in shock at the demand. “Yes Mandie, not hard is it?” Isla grinned then led the way to the house. Amanda reluctantly followed, unable to believe the woman wanted her to call her ‘mommy’ with it suddenly dawning on her that this mysterious punishment she had agreed to could be sex related. “Why should I call your mommy? Are you a lesbian or something with a kink for younger woman!” “You should call me mommy as otherwise you’ll me calling me ma’am in front of the police. I hope you don’t answer back to every simple little instruction or otherwise I shall have to make your punishment much worse… so is it mommy or ma’am?” Amanda frowned but sighed “Mommy.” “Good girl!” Isla smiled, pinching her belittlingly on the cheek, before unlocking the front door and letting them inside. The woman’s house was as nice inside as it was outside, and she followed the woman in the large airy lounge with plush sofas, a large TV, and a well-stocked bookcase. “First we’ll start with a spanking, strip out of those clothes Mandie.” Isla said, sitting on the sofa. “What!” Amanda exclaimed, shocked at what the woman was proposing though thought she probably should of guessed it would be something weird and demeaning like that as soon as the woman had proposed to punish her in a way ‘befitting a silly brat’. “Are you a brat who answers back, or just a little dim-witted when it comes to understanding commands? Take off your clothes and bend over my knee.” “If you’re going to spank me, couldn’t we just do it with my skirt on?” Amanda said, not believing she was actually negotiating a spanking with the woman. “No, besides I think those office clothes are far too mature for a silly girl like you. Now hurry up!” Amanda sighed, but decided arguing with the woman might just make matters worse, so placed her handbag on the sofa, and reached behind herself to unzip her pencil skirt. ‘The quicker I get this over with, the faster I can get out of here though not sure why she told me to tell work I wouldn’t be making it in today if it’s just a spanking…’ She pulled down her skirt then removed her blouse so she was stood in her black lace underwear, then hesitantly went over to the woman to bend over her knee as instructed. “Take off those bra and panties too.” Amanda grimaced but stripped naked in front of the woman, thinking how she had never been nude in front of a stranger before. She wasn’t ashamed of her body but felt humiliated to have it on display to the attractive authoritative older woman, and she shivered slightly, not because it was particularly cold but because it felt weird to feel the light breeze from an open window all over her naked skin. “Gosh, maybe you are a little dim-witted. I told you to come bend over my knee, not just to stand there.” Isla said, and Amanda blushed at being scolded by the clothed woman. She, though mortified at the position she was putting herself in, bent over the woman’s knee so her big ass was ready for the palm of Isla’s hand. “What a cute butt. So soft…” Isla said, caressing her fingers over it. “Is it used to being spanked?” Amanda shook her head, not remembering ever having been spanked in her entire life. “Surprising, as if I was your mother I would definitely be using it as a regular method of discipline. Perhaps with some spankings, you would have been a less reckless driver and not be in this predicament right now.” Isla said then slapped her hand down on the girl’s bare bottom. Amanda squealed, though mostly from surprise, as the woman followed the slap with three spanks, in quick succession, on her right buttock, before administering the same number to her left. Each slap was loud, and made Amanda’s butt jiggle, with the blonde moaning in humiliation and twinges of pain though she was ashamed to admit that the sensation was weirdly pleasurable. ‘I might even enjoy it if it was during some kinky sex, and not as punishment from a stranger!’ Amanda thought though as the spanking continued and her butt reddened with soreness, each slap slowly became more stinging. Isla was alternating buttocks with every fifth or sixth slap, which gave each ass cheek a longer break, but meant when it was receiving attention, it had to endure more at once. “Tell me what this is teaching you.” Isla said, not pausing in spanking the girl. “That I shouldn’t use my phone while driving… Ow! I promise I will never do that again and make sure I’m much more careful on the road!” Amanda simpered, crying out a little when a slap was particularly stinging on her sore ass. “Good girl. Now thank me for taking my time in teaching you a lesson rather than just letting the police deal with you.” “Thank you mommy, thank you for teaching me to be good!” Amanda cried, ashamed to be pathetically thanking somebody giving her a bare bottom spanking at 22 years old. “Okay, I think that’s enough… Your butt is even more adorable when it’s a shade of reddish-pink!” Isla grinned, letting the naked girl stand back up. “I’ll just go and get a few other bits for the next part of your punishment.” Amanda was left waiting, standing by the sofa and caressing her sore butt which she couldn’t believe she had allowed to be spanked, but despite how embarrassing it was, she admitted it was better than having to explain her driving to the police and risk losing her job because of it. She wondered what the woman was fetching, and guessed her punishment wasn’t over yet… ‘maybe she’s going to make me clean her house or something…’ Isla returned, placing a bunch of things on the coffee table which Amanda looked at in disbelief. It was a bottle of baby powder, a light blue bodysuit with a pattern of cartoon daisies, some oversized mittens, and, what drew Amanda’s gaze the most, a white adult diaper with a pattern of blue stars. “What is all of this for!” She exclaimed. “For you to wear silly.” Isla said, unrolling a changing matt, patterned with cartoon jungle animals, on the carpet. “But that is a diaper!” “Yes, you aren’t as dumb as I thought.” Isla laughed sarcastically. “Now lie down on the matt.” “No way am I wearing that!” “Yes you are, this is part of the punishment we agreed on for me to not call the police. Or would you prefer if I spoke to your employer directly about you nearly crashing the company car they unwisely gave a silly little brat like you?” Amanda groaned, but moodily sat on the matt, thinking how the spanking seemed relatively dignified when it was compared to being diapered. The blonde led on her back and reluctantly lifted her butt off the ground so the woman could slide the unfurled diaper beneath her. She lowered her butt back down on the diaper, thinking it actually felt kinda nice on her sore buttocks, but the humiliation of what was happening to her quickly drove that thought out of her mind. Isla reached for the bottle of baby powder, and sprinkled it over the blonde’s clean shaven pussy. ‘Is she actually thinking I’m going to wet myself in this diaper, or is the powder to just make it feel even more mortifying…’ The woman closed the diaper and taped it up on the girl who couldn’t believe, as a 22 year old insurance broker, that she was actually wearing a diaper. “Do you like it?” “No!” Amanda moaned. “Oh come now, it’s cute and definitely suits you! Or I can get you another diaper, I have ones with more girly patterns or ones that are bigger and bulkier…” “No, I’ll stay in this one.” Amanda sighed, not wanting to make her punishment even more embarrassing than it had to be. “Good girl, so you do like it!” “Yes…” Amanda was forced to say, though she definitely did not like the diaper. “Tell me properly, I think you can manage sentences rather than just single words. And remember what I told you to call me Mandie!” “I like this diaper mommy.” Amanda blushed, the words feeling surreal as they came out her mouth. She was mortified at being made to say it but then reasoned she hadn’t any more dignity to lose seeing she was lying diapered on a changing matt, smelling of baby powder. Isla laughed then ordered the girl to stand up and put her arms up so she could pull the bodysuit onsie onto her. It had short sleeves but no legs, and a snap crotch which the woman pulled down over the girl’s diaper then clipped closed. Though the onsie hid her diaper, it did nothing to obscure the shape so the blonde knew that anyone looking would be able to tell straight away she was diapered beneath it. “Why do you even have diapers and this onsie thing…” Amanda asked as the woman tugged her onsie a little so it was neatly in place. “That’s a fair question. It’s bad luck for you that our near miss happened when it did as I only recently got all of this stuff. You see my 18 year old goddaughter is a naughty brat like you, and she’s coming to stay with me for a few weeks when her mother’s abroad on a business trip, so all of this is to surprise her! She is going to be diapered just like you, and dressed in silly little rompers, pyjamas, dresses, and other cutesy things only for her it will last for weeks until her mother returns, while you should be thankful I’ll be letting you go later today…” Amanda found it hard to be thankful as she’d rather not be diapered and spanked at all, even if it was only for a day but was certainly glad she didn’t have a godmother like Isla. She wondered how the woman expected her goddaughter to go along with it all, especially for weeks, and pondered if the woman had some blackmail material on that girl too. Meanwhile Isla had picked up mittens from the coffee table, and made the blonde hold out her hands so she could pull them on. They were bondage mittens that tightened around her wrists so she wouldn’t be able to remove them without the woman’s help again, but made of thick pink material, that was soft but prevented her from using her fingers, rather than black leather that ones in BDSM would normally be made of. “This way I won’t have you touching things I don’t want you to. If only you could wear them driving as that’ll stop you using your phone, though suppose they’ll get in the way of driving the car too.” Isla laughed. Amanda felt more vulnerable now she was in the bondage mittens, as before she was just constrained by the threats of the police, but now she was also physically limited with what she could use her hands for. ‘Was making a deal with this crazy woman the best idea? What could she want to do to me next!’ Isla told the blonde to follow her again, and they left the lounge, with Amanda glancing at her handbag being left behind on the sofa which contained her car keys, phone, and purse. Not that she would be able to handle any of those object with her hands in the mittens… At the end of the corridor was a wooden bench against the wall, and the girl saw that on the legs of the bench were two chains which ended in fluffy pink ankle cuffs. Above the bench, on the wall, was a hook which dangled two more chains which ended in fluffy pink wrist cuffs. It wasn’t hard for Amanda, slightly panicked, to guess what the fours cuffs were for… “This is the ‘naughty step’ I created for my goddaughter, though you shall be the guinea pig testing it! Hop on.” “You aren’t going to cuff me are you mommy? I promise I’ll sit here for as long as you want without them…” Amanda said, wanting to avoid being made even more helpless in the weird woman’s house, and hoping that willingly addressing her as mommy would help persuade Isla to be more lenient towards her. “You always have questions or complaints to every instruction I give you Mandie. Come on, hop on the naughty step otherwise I’ll sit there instead to give you another spanking over my knee.” Amanda climbed onto the bench, and sighed as the woman bent down to bind her ankles in the comfortable, but secure, fluffy cuffs. Isla then pulled the blonde’s arms above her head to cuff them to the hook on the wall. The girl wiggled on the bench, finding the wood wasn’t uncomfortable with the cushioning of her diaper, but not liking how she was now utterly helpless. It seemed the woman was just taking advantage of her to explore her weird fetishes, however Amanda couldn’t help thinking of the dangers of allowing herself to be tied up by a stranger, especially when no one knew she was even there. “Now wait there while I fetch something…” Isla laughed, knowing the girl had no choice but to wait. Amanda dreaded what the woman could be fetching this time, and couldn’t begin to guess what it could be but she was sure it’d be something weird and humiliating. The girl saw she wasn’t wrong as Isla returned holding several things she placed on the bench next to the blonde. They were a cloth bid, a jar of baby food, a soft plastic spoon, a baby bottle, and something that looked like a pacifier with straps. “As you’re going to be sat there for a while, I don’t want you to go hungry or thirsty.” Isla explained, tying the bid around the girl’s neck. “I’m not hungry mommy, I don’t normally eat lunch so early.” “While you’re in my house, I decide when you eat lunch.” Isla said, unscrewing the lid of the jar and scooping a big pile of mush onto the spoon. “What is it?” Amanda said, eyeing the unappetising puree which she knew would be going into her mouth. “A mix of pureed vegetables. I’m not sure it will be yummy but its healthy, and you are being punished after all. Open wide!” Amanda allowed the woman to spoon the mush into her mouth, and she swallowed, screwing up her face in disgust at the bland puree. “Yuck!” The girl exclaimed, and tightly closed her mouth, not wanting to accept any more of the gross mush between her lips. “Don’t be bratty again Mandie or you’ll get more spankings. Do you want more spankings or to eat like a good little girl?” Isla said, holding a spoon full of mush to the blonde’s lips. Amanda groaned in protest but reluctantly opened her mouth again, knowing she’d probably have to eat it sometime before the woman allowed her to leave so deciding it was best to accept her fate sooner rather than after repeating the humiliation of being spanked. “It’s not that bad is it?” Isla smiled as Amanda swallowed another spoonful of pureed vegetables. “Are you finding sitting on your padded diapered butt comfortable?” “Yes mommy.” Amanda groaned between mouthfuls of mushy food. She knew she couldn’t keep giving the woman bratty answers, and truth be told the diapers did provide a pillow to the bench she was forced to sit on, so, as much as she hated to admit it, they were comfy. “Then if you like your food and your comfy diapers, why do you look so sad?” Isla laughed mockingly. “Maybe if we played airplanes while I feed you…” The woman made a noisy plane noise while gliding the spoon through the air as if it was in flight. “Open wide as the airplane is coming in for landing!” Amanda begrudgingly opened her mouth to accept the cargo of the ‘airplane’, swallowing more of the weakly flavoured mush. Isla repeated the game a few times until Amanda, even more humiliated, begged her to stop. “I’ll just eat the food normally!” The girl said, blushing as she realised she was calling being spoon fed without pretending it was an airplane ‘normal’. “Okay then Mandie, eat up!” Isla said, shovelling the pureed vegetables into the girl’s mouth, giving the blonde another spoonful of mush as soon as she swallowed. Amanda couldn’t help gagging a little as she tried to keep up with how rapidly the woman was feeding her the nasty food, and felt the mush get smudged around her lips as the spoon feeding grew messier. “Maybe we will need that bib if you aren’t careful…” Isla said, using the edge of the soft plastic spoon to carefully wipe the mush off of the girl’s lips, and into her mouth. The blonde was glad to see the jar finally empty as she ate her last mouthful. “Yuck.” The blonde couldn’t help coughing after she swallowed. “Aww, I’m sure you would learn to enjoy the food after a while… too bad I’m letting you go later as I’d love to see you slowly appreciate it a little more with every feeding. Oh well, you can thank my goddaughter for that as if I wasn’t getting her in a few weeks, I’d be tempted to keep you.” Amanda was glad the woman didn’t want to ‘keep’ her as she was prepared to endure the weird humiliations for a day but any longer would make her question if she wasn’t better off trying her luck with the police. She felt a little sorry for the goddaughter, but being sat in her diaper, onsie, bib, and mittens with her hands bound above her head and her tummy full of the baby food, she definitely rather it was inflicted on a stranger than herself. “Now it’s time for some apple juice to make sure you’re hydrated, as we don’t want that diaper going to waste!” Isla laughed, placing down the empty jar and spoon, and picking up the baby bottle full of golden liquid. Amanda moaned, guessing she really was going to have to pee in the diaper before the woman was satisfied. “Let’s clean those messy lips…” Isla said, pulling up the girl’s bid to wipe the mush smeared over her mouth, before bringing the rubber nipple of the bottle to her lips. Amanda reluctantly suckled on the rubber nipple, tasting the sweet apple juice which, compared to the pureed food, tasted nice but was still humiliating being bottle fed it by a woman. Especially as Isla mockingly reminded her it was so she would be sure to fill her diapers with pee. “Do you like it?” Isla asked and Amanda, without getting to stop suckling on the bottle, shook her head. “Aww, you’re such a fussy girl! Well I could get you some milk instead? Or perhaps you’d prefer coffee or even castor oil… though those might cause you to need your diaper for another reason.” Amanda shook her head, deciding that she was fine with the apple juice if those other liquids were the alternatives as peeing in a diaper was mortifying and gross enough, but she didn’t want to find out what messing one would feel like, both physically and emotionally. “Good girl, I bet you do think its yummy but you’re just grumpy. You’re half way there already!” Isla laughed, but didn’t give the girl a break, making her continue until she had downed the entire bottle of apple juice. When the rubber nipple was removed from her lips, Amanda couldn’t help burping a little, blushing at her loss of control but it only made Isla laugh. “Oh dear, I would of brought a burp cloth too if I know you’ll be like that!” Amanda blushed at the suggestion that she would need a burp cloth, embarrassed that she had let out a little belch. “I think I’ll leave you for a while on the naughty step so you can think about what a bratty girl you are, and make you reflect on your driving safety which is the thing that got you in trouble. But I’m not a mean mommy so I’ll leave you something to suck on…” Isla said, showing the girl the pink pacifier which had straps like a ball gag. Amanda resigned herself to yet another humiliation as the pacifier gag was pushed into her mouth, her lips wrapping around a rubber teat again, while the woman securely strapped it around her head. “See you later Mandie!” Isla grinned then walked away back to the lounge, leaving her bound on the ‘naughty step’. She sat alone, wiggling a little on the bench but helpless with her arms pulled above her head, bound to the hook on the wall. She didn’t want to pee herself, but could feel the urge coming on, and wondered if she was better off just allowing her bladder to release rather than fighting to keep her dignity, if she even had any dignity left after the spanking, diapering, and spoon and bottle feeding. She suspected Isla would keep her bound on the ‘naughty step’ until she wet herself, so holding out would only elongate her time in the weird woman’s clutches. Maybe if she just got on and wet herself, she would be allowed to leave at last. After all, it surely must be the final humiliation that the woman had in mind for her bizarre punishment. However with the pacifier in her mouth, which she was ashamed to realise she had begun to suck on out of boredom, she couldn’t call out to tell the woman she had wet herself so realised she would be stuck regardless until Isla returned. She didn’t want to make matters worse by sitting in a soggy diaper so held her pee, though the urge to piss was beginning to grow. As time stretched on, Amanda found herself feeling a strange mix of tedium at just sitting with nothing to do besides suck on her pacifier, humiliation at the ordeal, and a mounting desperation as her urge to pee grew stronger. She was glad when the woman returned. “How are you doing Mandie?” Isla asked, though knew the pacified girl couldn’t respond, at least beyond incoherent frustrated mumbling through the gag. The woman rubbed her hand over the girl’s crotch, sighing. “This doesn’t feel soggy at all… I guess you need a little longer.” Amanda moaned as she watched the woman abruptly leave her again, and knew that she definitely wouldn’t be freed until she had pissed herself. She resolved herself to the necessity of the humiliating act, though found that consciously wetting herself, despite her desperation to pee, wasn’t an easy psychological barrier to overcome. She sat longer, wiggling in discomfort but unable to empty her bladder due to years of toilet use ingrained on her muscle memory, however Amanda eventually willed herself to pee. The blonde relieved herself in the diaper, feeling the warm and wet sensation as it filled with her urine. She was ashamed to find it felt strangely nice, even a little erotic between her legs, but this sensation of liberating freedom was tempered by the fact she was bound on a ‘naughty step’ in a stranger’s house. She felt that the diaper had grown bulkier between her thighs as it absorbed her pee. ‘I never thought I’d wet a diaper again…’ The 22 year old blonde thought forlornly. ‘Why couldn’t the bitch have some normal fetish… she’s kinda hot so licking her pussy wouldn’t of been so bad compared to this!’ She sat in her wet diaper, waiting expectantly for the woman to return, however Isla was gone for twice as long as the first time, so when she at last returned, Amanda had, unintentionally but through desperation, wet her diaper for a second time and found that the warmness of her fresh pee had turned cold. “That’s more like it Mandie!.” Isla beamed as she rubbed her hand over the girl’s crotch, squishing her soggy diaper. “So have you learnt your lesson? Will you be a good girl who drives carefully?” Amanda nodded, shamed but relieved that it seemed like her punishment was coming to an end. Isla bent down to uncuff the girl’s ankles then unstrapped the gag, removing the pacifier from the blonde’s mouth. “Please let me go now…” Amanda begged after exercising her jaw, stiff from the pacifier. “We’ve almost done Mandie, just a tiny bit more left of your punishment…” Isla said as she uncuffed the girl’s wrists, allowing the blonde to lower her arms at last. “But I’ve already been spanked, humiliated, diapered, and made to sit in my piss, tied up, for hours!” Amanda complained, though was glad that at least she had been released from the bondage. “Aww, I know, but you deserve it. Besides I think you’re much cuter in the diaper and onsie than those boring business clothes you think make you so mature. Anyway that diaper looks awfully full, you don’t want to leak do you?” Amanda shook her head. “Speak when I ask you a question, or do you want your pacifier back to suck if you’re going to give me sullen silence?” “No… mommy.” Amanda mumbled, adding the second word in the hopes of appeasing the woman, as she really didn’t want the extra shame of not only wetting a diaper, but peeing in it to the extent that it leaked. She hoped the woman would let her take it off now, but dreaded what the ‘tiny bit’ left of her punishment was. “Good girl, now follow me…” Isla said, leading the girl, not to the lounge, but upstairs to a bedroom that was decorated girlishly in bright pink with shelves full of soft toys, and to Amanda’s concern, packs of various different kinds of diapers. The bed she noticed was surrounded by wooden barred walls, with one side currently pulled down so it wasn’t too dissimilar from a normal adult bed, however pulled back up and it would turn into a big crib. “This is the room I have recently decorated for my goddaughter’s visit! Cute isn’t it!” “Yes mommy.” Amanda pretended to agree though was glad she wouldn’t have to stay in such a girly room, and thought the woman really was crazy going to such effort and expense to inflict her bizarre fetish on her poor unsuspecting goddaughter. “Now let’s get you undressed so we can sort out your wet diaper problem.” Isla said, and removed the girl’s bid. “I shall have to wash this before my goddaughter comes as you’ve been quite a messy girl!” Amanda allowed the woman to undress her, blushing as she realised she didn’t really have a choice as with her hands in the bondage mittens, she wouldn’t have been able to remove the clothing by herself. It felt so belittling to be forced to rely on the woman for something as simple as undressing. With her onsie removed, she was left topless in her diaper, noticeably having expanded in its wet fullness since it had been put on her, and her bondage mittens. The woman instructed her to lie back on the bed and Amanda obeyed, thinking that removing her used diaper on the clean sheets was risky, but it’d be the woman’s own fault if she had some more washing to do… “Goodness, it is very full! I guess that apple juice went right through you…” “You did leave me for hours.” Amanda reproached. “Yes, I was having lunch… and then I watched a movie.” Isla said a she rummaged through the shelves, and returned with another diaper which was bigger and bulkier than the one the girl was currently wearing. It was white with a pattern of pink cartoon flowers. “Oh, you’re not changing me into a new diaper!” Amanda cried out, having thought the punishment was almost over, and that she would just have her diaper removed, not swapped for a fresh one. “No, technically I’m not going to change you…” Isla laughed, unfolding the diaper then forcing the blonde to lift up her legs and butt so it could be placed under her. “Wait, what are you doing?” Amanda protested as the woman diapered her over her existing soggy diaper. “Double diapering you! If the first diaper leaks then this one will absorb the overflowing pee!” Isla grinned, taping the bulkier diaper securely. The double diapers were very thick, and she could feel the bulge between her thighs which she felt would give her gait a slight waddle, and wondered in despair how long the woman was going to make her wear them for. Was she going to have to keep wetting until she leaked into the second diaper? “That should protect against leaks… now let’s get you dressed.” Isla said. Amanda expected to be put back into the onsie, however the woman turned to look through a wardrobe with the blonde catching sight of a bunch of girly dresses which she guessed the goddaughter would be made to wear. “This one will be adorable! I think it would have been a little loose on my goddaughter but will be perfect on you!” “Oh, please don’t make me wear that… I’ve done everything else you’ve made me do but aren’t things becoming a bit unfair now!” “Me getting injured because of your dangerous driving would have been unfair. But don’t worry, I’ll be letting you go shortly, just after you wear this pretty little dress for mommy.” “Okay fine.” Amanda groaned, and allowed the woman to pull the dress over her head, and help her mittened hands through the arm holes. The dress was white, with a conservative neckline so it didn’t show any of her cleavage but was armless so they were left bare. The skirt of the dress began just beneath her breasts, and was extremely short with a white underskirt that didn’t come close to covering her diaper, and a slightly longer wispily transparent overskirt. “It doesn’t even cover my diapers!” Amanda complained, though not sure why as it wasn’t like she could hide the fact she was diapered from the woman anyway, and wouldn’t be going out in public dressed like she was. However being dressed in such a girly dressed that exposed her bulky diaper was somehow more embarrassing than being nude in diapers. “If you think it doesn’t cover your diapers from the front, then you should see how much they stick out from behind!” Isla laughed, slapping the girl’s butt which just created a hollow thudding sound, rather than a ringing slapping noise, due to the layers of padding. “But don’t worry, I’ve got tights to put on you too.” Isla got out some white tights, and Amanda sat back on the side of the bed while the woman pushed her feet into them then carefully pulled them up her legs. The blonde had to stand up so the woman could shimmy the tights all the way up over her diaper which remained clearly visible through the thin white material. “Doesn’t exactly hide it do they…” “No, but they’ll help keep it up when it gets even more full! As two big soggy diapers could get quite heavy…” Isla said brightly, laughing again as she patted the girl’s thickly padded butt. “You look so adorable but I have something to make you even cuter!” Isla pulled out a short little petticoat which she made the blonde step into, then pulled it up under her dress, positioning it under her skirts to make them even more poofy which as well as making the dress even more girly, also had the consequence of making it ride up higher, exposing her diapers even more. “Now the final thing…” Isla said, with a pair of white flats with bows on the toe box. “I hope they fit as I brought them in my goddaughter’s size, otherwise you’ll have to wear your work shoes but black high heels wouldn’t suit this cute outfit!” The woman slipped the shoes onto the girl’s feet. “Aww, just like the glass slipper on Cinderella, they fit perfectly.” She smiled delightedly, and got the miserable girl to twirl in her cutesy outfit. She wasn’t sure if given the choice to just wear the white dress or the double diapers beneath her own clothes, which she’d pick, and felt she was leaning towards the diapers as at least at a glance they’d be hidden beneath her pencil skirt. However she didn’t get to pick between the super short dress and soaked diapers, but had to wear both together… “Do you like your outfit Mandie?” Amanda wanted to shout ‘No, I hate it!’ but restrained herself, and just nodded “Yes mommy, it is kinda cute…” in the hopes that she will at last appease the woman, and be allowed to change back into her office wear and leave at last. “Good! Now come along, let’s go back downstairs… I think your punishment is over.” “Really!” Amanda perked up, relieved that her ordeal was finally coming to an end. She followed the woman back downstairs, embarrassed to find that the thick double diapers were really making her waddle but too excited to be getting out of the weird woman’s house to care. “We can take these off now…” Isla said, unfastening the bondage mittens and pulling them off the blonde’s hands, with Amanda finding she actually smiled at the woman for it. “Wait here and I’ll get your handbag.” Isla said, going into the lounge. When she was alone, Amanda let out a deep sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she had been stupid enough to nearly get herself in a car accident, and had the bad luck for the near miss to be with a crazy lady who clearly had some bizarre fetishes she was willing to use blackmail to have fulfilled. However, though the spanking, diapering, wetting, feeding, and dressing up had all been humiliating, it was all over now and she could return home content she still had her job to go to the next day. Isla returned, opening up the girl’s handbag and pulling out her phone. She held it up to the blonde and said “Smile!” before snapping a photo of her, definitely not smiling, in her super short girly white dress, diapers, and tights. “I’ve made it your screensaver, so next time you reach for your phone while driving you’ll be reminded of the consequences!” Isla laughed, slipping the phone back into the handbag. “Yes mommy.” Amanda sighed, knowing she would be deleting that picture as soon as her phone was returned, and, knowing she soon be back in her own clothes and returning to her car, finding it easy to endure the final slice of humiliation from the woman. “Can I get changed in the bathroom, you know, so I can get myself cleaned up…” Amanda asked as the woman handed back her handbag. “Change?” Isla laughed. “Oh no, you’re leaving now!” To Amanda’s shock, the woman opened the front door, and before she could react with anything more than surprised stuttering, found herself womanhandled out of the door. She even felt Isla give her butt a gentle kick, or at least it felt gentle through the layers of padding, as she was pushed out onto the front step with the door shut and locked behind her. She knocked on the door desperately, opening the letterbox to cry pleadingly through. “Please let me back in and give me my clothes back! Oh hurry before somebody comes by and sees me! I did everything you asked me to!” However Isla did not return, and it slowly dawned on her that she was now stranded in pubic diapered in her ridiculously girly outfit. After wanting nothing more than to escape the woman’s house the whole time she had been there, now the blonde found herself praying that she was let back inside. “You can’t expect me to walk back to my car like this!” Amanda shouted, it sinking in how far a walk it would be through the suburbs until she reached her car again. However it was clear that Isla really did expect her to walk it, and she eventually gave up. She had thought her punishment was over, but it seemed she still had the worse, most humiliating, part of it left… She thought about going around the side of the house and trying the back door, but thought that persisting might cause Isla to get angry with her again, and subject her to another session of humiliation, perhaps to punish her for something ridiculous like ‘trespassing’. She remembered the stacks of diapers in the pink bedroom, and how the bed could turn into an adult crib, and decided she didn’t want to risk experiencing any more of the things the woman had brought to use on her goddaughter. Though she couldn’t bear the thought, the blonde knew she had no choice but to walk back to her car. As Amanda tentatively crept down the driveway, making sure the road was clear, she supposed she should just be thankful she hadn’t been reported to the police and gotten fired from her job, and that her punishment had been relatively brief compared to what Isla’s unwitting goddaughter, which all the clothes, diapers, and equipment had been brought for, had in store. However it was hard to feel lucky when walking, or rather waddling, through public dressed in a ridiculously cutesy dress that no 22 year old should ever be wearing, with her double diapered butt on clear display. She hoped by some miracle she would be able to make it back to her car without being seen even though she knew that it would be near impossible to walk so far through the suburbs without crossing paths with other pedestrians, as well as not being seen by drivers on the road. Her heart sank when she saw two 18 year old high school seniors come into view from a bend in the road, and she realised that school, the nearby Ginerva Academy, must of just finished and the streets would be full of seniors on their way home… Author’s Note: This is a little taster of a new series I’ll be working on featuring Isla and her goddaughter. Amanda got off easy compared to what’s in store for the other girl!
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