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  1. I've been thinking a lot about Daisy lately, so I'll play out another omo scenario I like to think about with her. This will be shorter than some of the others, and not put a lot of detail into non-wetting stuff. There will be a bit of her smelling bad and getting a bath to begin with (I kind of like the former depiction of her and the latter is a fun fetishy branch of my wam interest), but it will be over pretty fast and get to the wetting after. Princess Daisy's First Sleepover Princess Daisy was very excited for her first sleepover with Princess Peach and Rosalina. To pass the time, she did a lot of running, maintaining her speed, wearing her sports outfit. ... Peach and Rosalina waited at a room in Peach's Castle, wearing their pajamas. For Peach, pink pajama pants and shirt. For Rosalina, blue pajama pants and shirt with stars on it. Then Daisy entered. "Hi Peach! Hi Rosalina! I'm ready for our sleepover! This is gonna be so much fun!" Peach and Rosalina sniffed. "Phew! When was the last time you changed out of that ouftit?" Peach asked. "Or took a shower?" Rosalina asked. "Let's see..." Daisy thought for a minute. "Two weeks ago. Maybe longer." "Two weeks? Are you kidding?" Rosalina sniffed. "But I believe it." "We don't want to have a sleepover with a princess who smells like that," said Peach. "You're getting a bath!" "Wha-?" Peach and Rosalina grabbed Daisy, their faces turning green smelling her up close, and dragged her to the bathroom. Peach caught a whiff of Daisy's armpit and nearly threw up. Rosalina held Daisy in place while Peach filled the tub with warm, soapy water. Once the tub was full, Peach and Rosalina threw the stinky princess into the tub. They washed her all over with soap. Daisy splashed around at first, but eventually resigned herself to her bath, and allowed Peach to wash her rear end. Once Daisy was clean, she changed out of her wet sports outfit and into her pajamas, a yellow pajama shirt and orange pajama pants. "Sorry for the smell from earlier," said Daisy. "I never thought about how unpleasant I would be to be around." "You smell nice now, so it's all good," said Peach. So, they spent the night having pillow fights, telling ghost stories, and other fun activities. Daisy really enjoyed all this. Eventually, it was time for bed. They climbed into their sleeping bags and fell asleep. ... Daisy dreamed that she was playing in the mud, and then Peach and Rosalina threw her in the tub and washed her again. She enjoyed it and let them wash her. She had to go to the bathroom, so, as she was already wet, she peed right where she was. It felt so warm, and somehow wetter than the rest of the water. As Daisy slept, a hissing noise could be heard emanating from her as she wet her sleeping bag. She let out a little sigh in her sleep. She woke up in the morning. She stretched, yawned, farted, and then felt her pajamas. They were wet. "Good morning, Daisy," said Peach. "Good morning, Peach," said Daisy. Peach sniffed. "What's that smell?" "I probably should've told you. I wet the bed. Usually a few times a week. I hope you're not disgusted at me like you were with my smell." "Are you kidding? I think it's adorable!" "Me too," said Rosalina. "Really?" Daisy asked with a smile. "Absolutely," said Peach. "Besides, once or twice a month sometimes I dream that I really have to go but I can't find a bathroom, and either end up wetting myself or find a toilet and pee, and wake up in wet pajamas." She blushed lightly. "So you're not the only bedwetting princess." Daisy giggled a bit. "So, when you're sleeping over with us, you don't have to feel ashamed when you wet the bed," said Rosalina. "Find the fun in it." "I sure will!" said Daisy, and she got out of her sleeping bag, showing off her wet pajamas. "Do you mind giving me another bath?" "Not at all," said Peach, and they walked to the bathroom. ... On their next sleepover, Daisy woke up in the middle of the night. She felt her pajama pants. They were dry. She was actually disappointed because of this. But, it occurred to her, she didn't have to stay dry. She'd wet her sleeping bag once already, and Peach and Rosalina were fine with it. They seemed to like it, even. So, Daisy sighed of relief as she peed her pajamas. She could hear the hissing noise and smell the pee as it filled her pants and her sleeping bag. She felt dirty knowing she was deliberately peeing herself inside her sleeping bag, and she liked it. Once she was done relieving herself in her pajamas, she sighed again, and lay for a few more seconds before she fell asleep. "Rise and shine, Daisy!" said Peach the next morning. "Morning, Peach," said Daisy. "Another wet morning for me." "Teehee!" Peach giggled. "So adorable." "I think she peed her pajamas on purpose," said Rosalina. Daisy blushed lightly. "Ooh, why?" Peach asked. "I was awake when I heard her peeing, and the sounds she was making sounded more like she was awake than asleep." Daisy giggled nervously. "I was hoping you'd think I peed in my sleep again." "I think it's kind of funny," said Peach. "Me too," said Rosalina. "We'll always like seeing you in wet PJ's." Daisy smiled. "Hey, since I went a bit earlier, I'm not entirely empty yet. You don't mind if I finish right here, do you?" "Go right ahead," said Peach. Ssssssss... "Ahhhhhh..."
  2. Hi! I think Bedwetting is sorely underrepresented in both AI Art and general Art on this Board. As I am a fan of seeing girls doing the humiliating act of wetting their beds even though they are grown up, I will post a couple of pictures of Anime characters in this situation. You may request a female anime character and I will look at what can be done. Now I understand that AI Art is controversial and not everyone's cup of tea, but if you are interested, leave a comment. I will start with Aqua from Konosuba.
  3. How I was slowly regressed, sissified, diapered and cucked until I had been turn into a diaper-dependent bedwetting beta wimp who watches his girl fuck real men ❤️❤️❤️
  4. I’ve never been able to bed wet even though I’ve been trying on and off, listening to bed wetting hypnosis and sometimes going to sleep with a full bladder but nothing has worked yet!! tonight I’ve been drinking, I’m still a little drunk and I just took something to help me sleep. Before I fall asleep I’m going to drink 4 cups of water and fall asleep with a bed wetting hypnosis on. will update in the morning. my bladder is at a 2/3 out of 10 now so hopefully my bladder fills fully after I fall asleep and it lets go in my sleep will update tomorrow!!
  5. Recently I've been experimenting with rapid desperation before bed to ensure I can fill my night time diaper before waking up. My goal has been to be able to go to sleep with an empty bladder without having to wet my diaper deliberately before I drift off to sleep, but to also wake up with a full diaper. It's been a tricky balance. I've found that if I start rapid desperation too early then I'm peeing too frequently to be able to sleep with an empty bladder and diaper, I always have to let some out in my diaper as I drift off to sleep. Lately I've limited fluid intake six hours before bedtime. I think this gives my body time for vasopressin to return to normal. Then two hours before bed I start with rapid desperation by drinking a little every seven minutes. I know it'll be a wet night when I can follow this and I don't feel like I have to pee a bunch before bed. I feel like I could just keep drinking water and never have to pee! Then I go to the bathroom one last time, drink about a liter of water, and crawl into bed. That's when I can go to sleep dry and wake up with a full Megamax! Have others had success planning deliberate bedwetting with a schedule?
  6. I remember I once read a series of stories on here about a girl called "Jenny" (I think). And her friend Megan (?). Both were really casual about wetting themselves. I don't seem to be able to find the series anymore. Does anybody know where it went?
  7. Growing up I never wet the bed. It was actually my sister that wet to bed well into her teens, which in turn made bedwetting the one part of omo I didn't like. Anyway, after I started drinking there were a couple times when I wet the bed after a drunken night, but that was it. I went through a diaper lover phase in my early twenties but lost interest in it for some reason. Fast forward to 5 years ago, being 30 years old in good shape and no medical conditions. I started noticing my bladder had grown pretty weak. My theory is a lot of high stress, fight or flight situations, along with a very bad habit of holding for way too long my whole life, have contributed to this happening but I digress. The first sign of having a problem was peeing my pants in traffic on a long distance delivery job where in the past I felt like I would have made it. Then I started waking up and needing to pee more during the night, sometimes desperate. This continued for a few months, and I remember one night having that thought for the first time "if I don't go use the bathroom am I going to pee the bed?". One night not too long after that my wife and I were watching a scary movie. I don't like horror movies, I never have. but my wife loves them and having been together 4 years at that point, I wanted to take interest in what she likes. I don't remember what we started off with but this night we had gotten to a movie called The nun. None (no pun intended lol) of the movies we had watched so far had really scared me and my guard was down. My wife was sitting in front of me between my legs on our bed while I rubbed her shoulders. There was a jump scare that got me so bad, I actually peed a little! She felt a warm spot on her butt and turned around to me with her mouth wide. "DID YOU JUST PEE?!" My lips pursed I just nodded "Yep" And we both burst out laughing together. After the movie I told her about the issues I'd been having over really, the last 6 months at that point and she convinced me to go to the doctor. So the next day off I went to get a checkup and blood drawn. Everything came back great so my mind was somewhat at ease but also meant I might be right about my bladder getting weaker. Fast forward another week later. My wife and I watched another scary movie. This time is was a flick called Annabelle. Before it started my wife was joking with me about not peeing my pants and gently poking fun at me. We watched it and I came out the other side dry as a kite. I ribbed her back saying this was an even scarier movie and not a dribble. She feined surprise and congratulated me jokingly lol. But then she told me she was surprised because this movie is based on real events and it really happened. I'm not a believer of the supernatural really so I brushed her off. Determined to prove this to me, she pulled out her phone and showed me pictures of the actual family. allong different things I don't really remember now, but had me questioning reality a bit lol. Going to bed that night for whatever reason I couldn't get the image of the possession that happened in the movie out of my head. I kept getting up and drinking water taking a hit of weed and trying to fall asleep. Once finally asleep, I had the most terrifying nightmare of my life. Where I was lying on the floor pinned down by the demon in the movie and it vomited in my mouth over and over again. I woke up the next morning with my beautiful wife leaning over me asking if I had a nightmare, with concern and slight amusement on her face. Coming back to reality I felt stupid and laughed a little. She smiled at me, was it the movie?? We both laughed as I denied it jokingly even though we both knew it was. I started to move for the first time, and froze immediately in place. Everything felt damp. "Yeah... you wet the bed babe" she showed her teeth a little giving me a half grimace half supportive smile and rubbed my shoulder. Then continued "Drenched actually might be a better word" I was speechless, surveying the damage together, she had taken the blanket off me in my sleep and I was laying in the middle of at least a 3 ft wide wet spot. I had peed buckets. Thankfully we have a Cali king so none of it reached my wife. "Maybe no more scary movies for now, I don't think you can handle them." While she continued to rub my shoulder. My gray shorts were completely dark. I shook my head and apologized while I sat up. She told me it was fine just to go take a shower. I could feel her eyes watching me as I got out of the bed, feeling my shirt sticking to my back all the way up between my shoulder blades. I made the comment "Whew babe it's all the way up my back, I must've drank too much water" (I tried to make an excuse). Already pulling the covers off the bed she replied "Yes, you peed a lot like one of the kids". She spoke matter of factly, not meaning to come off condescending but that comment hit me like a ton of bricks. (And a lot of those types of comments since) At this point the majority of what I felt was shame and embarrassment. Once in the shower I chalked it up to a one-off accident and tried to put it out of my mind. This wound up being just the beginning. I had the same dream the next night, and the night after, with the same soaking wet results. The 3rd night, my wife woke me in the middle of the night after she reached over to check if I had wet and alerted me that I had. As I got up she made the comment to herself that it was still warm so it must've just happened, cursing under her breath if only she had woken me a little sooner. In the morning she sat me down and told me I should order some diapers and wear them until I get whatever's going on figured out. That she didn't think any less of me but the laundry was getting old fast. Spoiler alert, the dreams stopped, but within another month I was wetting almost nightly, and still wear diapers to bed every night to this day. After going through some initial self loathing I've come to accept the status quo and leaned back into my diaper lover side to cope. My wife has become completely calous to it and it's now normal for me to be padded. She even suggested I wear on road trips to limit the stops lol. She's confided in some of her friends about it. Even my mother in law knows and is used to seeing me in bulging pajamas if she comes over early enough in the morning. There's a lot more to tell about how the situation progressed. I'm looking forward to sharing more stories of my humiliation and shame that wind up coupling with conflicting excitement that come with being a married adult bedwetter with an omo fetish. Through my situation my humiliation and diaper fetishes have grown tremendously, as I've found it easier to find ways to enjoy being a bed wetter and try to make it fun rather than hate and resent myself for it. In the future I'll probably post the stories in the omutsu padded experiences as they'll center more around diapers.
  8. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  9. Hello! This is an interactive story that I’ll be writing! In this story, you will have a lover that has chosen to get an implant that allows you to fully control their bladder— with a simple click of a button, you can cause her total incontience, force her to hold it, make it difficult to pee or difficult to hold. On order to start this story, though, I will need her personality. And so, here comes the first decisions: 1. Name 2. personality — stubborn, shy, etc. 3. Bladder size- large, medium, small, tiny, incontient 4. holding habits— fidgeting, holding, pacing, begging/whiny, 5. what makes holding especially harder for her? - hearing water, not holding, drinking, fear, etc. 6. Bedwetter? - nearly every night, 50/50, mostly dry, very rare, never
  10. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  11. Hello, i'm new here, my name is lambig and i'm a french guy. Ipeed my bed tonight, is there any bedwetters here ? Have a nice day 😘
  12. Well… it happened. I wet the bed last night, like most of my bladder emptied. Even as a child, i never peed the bed. I’ll make a separate post later about that. I’ve had one other time where I woke up with a small wet patch on the bed (about the size of a softball). I believe I leaked that time, due to being desperate upon waking up so for you, what is your flow like? Do you: leak a little? Have a steady stream? full force pee? Have no idea because you just wake up wet? also, what’s your bladder control like the next day? Do you end up having an accident the next day?
  13. Chapter 1: The Third Date Evan had been in the shower long enough that the water had turned cold. It was mostly a testament to how shitty the water heater in the building was, more than to how long of a shower he had taken, even though he had spent longer in there than usual—soaping up from head to toe, cutting his toenails and grooming a bit below-the-belt. There was still shampoo in his hair, but thanks to his short hairstyle a quick rinse was enough to get it out. Stepping out of the shower, he noticed an unread message on his phone. He read it and smiled to himself—it was his date letting him know that she had to stay a while longer at work, but that Evan could come by her place at the time they'd agreed on anyway, promising him a cold beer to drink while he waited for her to get ready. Evan had been talking to Sydney for close to a month, and tonight would be their third date. He knew third dates didn't automatically mean something would happen, but he still hoped it would, who could blame him? Sydney was smoking hot, and even though the age difference—her 37 to his 28—had given him pause when they first started talking, he had barely thought about it after getting to know her better. So, after Evan had dried off, and with high expectations about how the evening might end, he chose his outfit with a bit more care than usual. He started with a pair of plain white boxers, and on top of that, he pulled on a pair of dark blue chinos and a light blue shirt which he paired with a pullover in a warm brown color that he'd been told brought out the hazel in his eyes. To finish the look, he laced up a pair of white sneakers. Checking the time and seeing that he only had a couple minutes until he needed to be out the door he made one last trip to the bathroom—as was his habit before leaving his apartment—and while he finished up he went back and forth in his mind about whether he should wear one of the “absorbent shields” that he usually wore when leaving the house. On one hand, he didn't want to have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom to remove it if things turned heated at the end of the evening, but on the other hand, he really didn't want to risk any leakage showing through his pants. It’s not that he expected he could keep his issue a secret if they kept seeing each other, but it wasn't a conversation he was looking forward to having. He'd learned to live with it and accept his incontinence as something he could manage but most likely never get rid of, but it had taken him most of his life to get to that point, so stand to reason that it'd be hard for anyone else to accept it as well. That was his experience in previous relationships at least, which more often than not had sizzled out after the talk. Sydney seemed different though. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, he had only known for a month after all. Just because she was older than him didn't mean that she'd react to the news more maturely than any other woman he'd dated, but he’d deal with that problem later. After a few more seconds of deliberation, he reached into the cupboard beneath the sink, bringing out a pad, and affixing it to his underwear. They were going to a restaurant, so he figured he could just remove it in the bathroom before they left. . When Evan got there, Sydney was by her front door, looking through her purse. “Oh, hi! I just need to find my keys and I'll get you that beer I promised,” Sydney said, shooting Evan a wink. He didn’t mind waiting for her seeing as he hadn't had much opportunity to sit down and just breathe today—having come directly home from work himself, and straight into the shower. “I won't say no to a beer, but don't feel like you have to rush.” Sydney got the door open and turned to him with a smile. “Someone taught you well,” she said, entering the large hallway of her house, kicking off her shoes. Evan laughed. “Growing up with three sisters hasn't left me much of a choice. The last time I complained about things taking too long I almost got my eye taken out by an eyeshadow palette.” “And here I thought growing up with brothers was rough,” she said, giving a low whistle. “Anyway, it shouldn't take me too long to get ready, I just need a change of clothes and to freshen up my makeup. But let's get you that beer.” She walked into the room next to the hallway—an open-plan kitchen and living room—and made her way to the fridge. “Let's see. I've got Heineken, Stella aaand a couple of bottles of my brother's newest midlife crisis project—drink at your peril,” she said, turning to him with a joking glint in her eye. “Haven't had a Stella in forever.” “Good choice,” she said, twisting off the cap and handing him the beer. “You look great by the way, I love that sweater on you,” she complimented, letting her hand brush against his arm. “I'll go get ready as well—feel free to put on some music or snoop around if you get bored.” She disappeared into what Evan assumed was her bedroom, and he spent the next thirty or so minutes emptying his beer and looking around the house. He wouldn't describe her house as cluttered, but she had a lot of stuff to browse through. There were pictures of her with friends and family, bookshelves full of books and random little trinkets, and an impressive—although dated—collection of music CDs. He was looking through the CDs when she got back from the bedroom, wearing a long skirt with a matching top. “Wow,” he said, trying not to fumble with the CD case he was holding. “You look amazing.” “Thank you,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Had to step up my game. You set the bar pretty high.” It had been a while since Evan dated someone who complimented his looks as readily as Sydney did. Most of the women his age seemed reluctant to—maybe in an effort to play hard to get, he didn't know. He liked this better though. “Thanks,” he said, holding out his arm. “Ready to leave?” She grabbed his arm, the bracelet around her wrist jingling softly. “Yes, let's go.” . He felt it the moment he sat down in the passenger seat—the familiar aching pressure in his bladder. The restaurant was a 15-minute drive away, at most. That's nothing, he should be able to hold it for 15 minutes, come on. Still, he looked back at Sydney's house. Relief a simple ‘sorry, just need to take a quick leak’ away. But … it would have been weird, right? 15 measly minutes to the restaurant—even if someone was bursting they'd be able to hold it for 15 minutes. Someone other than Evan, at least. But, he didn't even have to go that bad. No, it's okay, he could hold it. He had to. Roughly five minutes later, Evan wished he could go back in time, punch himself, and just use the damn bathroom like he knew he should have. He hadn't been careless enough to put himself in this kind of situation in months, maybe a year even—normally in tune with his body enough to know his limits—and he felt a sense of panic mounting with each urgent twinge from his bladder. The only comfort he could hang onto was that he'd had the foresight to put on a pad. That would save his pants when he inevitably lost a few spurts. He just hoped that it would happen the way it usually did, in front of the toilet, where he could get his hand down his pants and clamp down until he had the chance to position himself, getting most of it in the toilet. He barely even considered the latchkey leakage part of his issues anymore, it was just how things went for him, and with the pads he didn't have to cope with an annoying wet spot in his underwear or having to keep extras with him to change, paranoid about smelling like stale urine as the day went on. He knew he'd gone a bit nose blind to the smell himself, so he took extra care when he was around people. At home he was lazy about it from time to time, not wanting to use up more of the pads than necessary, his sweatpants ending up with wet spots that he ignored until they dried again. Yes, it was kind of gross, but … he liked being gross sometimes. Not right now, though. The last thing he wanted was Sydney to find out by getting it shoved in her face—not literally—before he'd had a chance to tell her in a more dignified setting. But he doubted he'd be lucky enough to get out of this situation without an incident leading to him having to awkwardly explain himself to Sydney. He just hoped it would be because he'd had to run inside the restaurant the moment the car stopped, instead of … no, he didn't even want to think about worse scenarios—something that was easier said than done when his bladder kept firing signals of impending doom, making his heart thunder away in his chest, sweat breaking out on his forehead. The aching pressure he'd felt at the start of the ride had begun to morph into something else. A stinging sensitivity at the tip of his dick made him wish he could get his hand down there, fight pressure with pressure and ease the discomfort for just a few seconds. He couldn't do that, of course, but he also couldn't keep himself from readjusting the way he was seated—struggling to find a balance between outright squirming in his seat, and finding a position that would give him an ounce of relief. Sydney didn't seem to notice—thank god—as she was too busy keeping track of traffic. The two of them were far from the only people planning a dinner out tonight, and it struck Evan that the expected 15-minute ride would probably end up closer to 20 minutes. Shit. In a stroke of luck, he found a way to sit that eased the pressure on his bladder considerably and he spent the next 10 minutes practically frozen in that position, praying to whatever cosmic entity out there that he’d make it, trying to ignore the dull ache slowly returning. Just a couple more minutes till the restaurant. A couple more minutes till the bathroom, he kept repeating in his mind like a mantra as they reached the last stoplight before their destination—he could even see the lights from the restaurant, and—oh no. He crossed his legs, a gasp involuntarily escaping him, earning a glance from Sydney, as a wave of urgency that made a cold chill running down the back of his neck overtook him. His bladder started spasming painfully, the last of his control slipping. It started slow, white-hot heat seeping out of him, but he didn't have any delusions that he'd be able to keep it that way long enough to get to the bathroom before the pad reached capacity. It wasn't made to hold much, and definitely not made to soak up liquid coming as fast as it did when your muscles gave up—something that was imminent, judging by the cramping flutters increasing in strength. The car came to a stop, and the only thing Evan could hope for was getting out of the car fast enough to avoid destroying the seat. He glanced down, the bulging of the pad glaringly obvious to him, but his pants were still dry as he unbuckled his seat belt and scrambled to get out of the car. He slammed the door shut, leaning against the side of the car, unsure of if his legs would hold him as urine started pouring out of him fast enough that it came through the fabric of his pants, liquid spattering down onto the concrete, rapidly forming a puddle. He barely heard Sydney shutting the door on her side of the car over his panicked breathing, mind going a mile a minute trying to figure out a way to stop her from walking over to him—obviously wondering why he stopped right outside of the car—but coming up short, aside from a weak, “Wait, don't … ” as Sydney rounded the front of the car. “What are you—Oh,” she said, stopping dead in her tracks in front of him, a surprised expression on her face. Evan looked away before it turned into a look of disgust, trying to spare himself the humiliation. His face was burning, the stinging heat of embarrassment crawling up the back of his neck, every instinct screaming at him to get out of there—leg it, get back to his apartment, delete and block her number, and try to forget it ever happened—but his legs wouldn't move. He was frozen in place, awaiting her reaction. At least the puddle at his feet had stopped expanding, but the slant of the ground had the pee running in a slow rivulet alongside the car, toward where Sydney was standing—as if she needed further evidence of what had happened. She stepped to the side, her high heels scraping against the asphalt, echoing loudly in the awkward silence. A pained noise escaped Evan despite himself, snapping Sydney out of her silent contemplation about the situation, and before he knew it she was in front of him, hand stretched out in a tentative gesture. “Hey, no, don't be embarrassed, it's okay,” she said, her hand coming to rest on his arm. She looked around the parking lot, toward the restaurant, before trying to meet his eyes. “It’s okay, there's no one around, no one saw you.” You saw, he thought, but brought himself to meet her gaze. There was no look of disgust on her face, no condescending glare, just concern and maybe a bit of confusion, which was fair. He owed her an explanation. He grimaced. “Shit, I'm sorry, I … “ Yeah, what? Thought he could hold it? Thought that he could drink a beer and hold it for 20 minutes? No, of course not, not him, not with his stupid fucking bladder, God— The hand on his arm gave a comforting squeeze, pulling him out of his self-deprecating spiral. “Don't worry about it, just …” She looked around the parking lot again, thinking. “You know what, let's get back in the car, yeah? Just let me—” She opened the back door, leaning in and pulling out an empty grocery bag from the pocket on the backseat before giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, the seat,” she said before nudging past him and placing the bag onto the passenger seat. Evan took a deep breath, wincing at the growing coldness of wet fabric, and prepared himself for a very awkward drive back. -*- Thank you for reading! I have a few more chapters of the aftermath planned/half-written, so if you liked the first chapter let me know - my biggest motivation for writing is knowing that other people enjoy reading it ❤️
  14. Alastor decided to sleep for the first time in a LOT of time, maybe the battle with Adam left him tired? Or maybe he's just realizing that staying up all night has his conscience? Nah, anyway he's going to sleep. He puts on a pair of pajamas with a bathrobe, and lies down on the bed he created with the snap of his fingers. Your eyes close and... He's fighting Adam? again!? - What is wrong? You look like a deer in headlights hahaha Adam says laughing with his guitar/gun in hand. Alastor trembles, no, not again, what is happening? Is this some kind of looping punishment that they will live with from now on? Adam attacks, he avoids in fear, his body shakes and he feels trapped. Adam attacks, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, and AGAIN. It's tiring, he owes everything, but even so he can't help but pant with fear and anxiety of what the next attack will be. He turns around and then before he knows it Adam is grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up. His cane falls down and he begins to use both hands to try to free himself from Adam. - What a stupid thing you are! Did you really thought that a sinner could simply beat the dick master? Alastor chokes from lack of air, it's horrible, he can't even speak properly. Adam squeezes Al's neck, making him almost break, Alastor feels his legs shaking, is he going to die? Adam pulls out the guitar, and places it next to Alastor's heart. Al whimpers quietly, this can't be happening... Instead of killing him all at once, he pulls out the guitar and positions it inside Al's thighs, a small cut is made on his legs, he can feel the heat of the warm blood running down his leg. He writhes in pain, a small relief passes through him but he has no idea why, this isn't pleasurable... Adam cuts several parts of his body while Al feels all the blood slowly passing through his legs, why relief is coursing through his body!? He will die! Someone tell this to his hormones! A small cut is made on his neck, he trembles, because he still feels blood running down his legs!? Adam apparently gets tired of the game, so he looks Al in the eye with superiority. - By by bambi~ And he sticks the guitar in Al's stomach, he can feel all the blood running down his legs, this is much more than before, he's going to die he's sure about that. He feels his eyes closing, everything going black... He feels like he's falling asleep... Then he wakes up in his bed, he reaches his arms and chest, lita's bruise is still there but everything else is gone, phew, goi just a bad dream, he can deal with i- Then he notices a heat beneath him, he slowly lifts the sheets to check... Pee... he... HE PEED ON THE BED!? HOW OLD IS HE!? 7!? He checks the time on the clock, 1 am. He only slept for an hour!? That's why he doesn't sleep, how humiliating! So the feeling of relief and the blood flowing was... Ahhhhhhh how embarrassing it sounds like a child dreaming that they are using the potty and I end up wetting the bed! He gets up and tries to use his fingers to change, but he can't, it must be nervousness, it must have deactivated his powers. What does he do now!?, if he's going to try to clean everything tomorrow morning, everyone will notice! I already know! I'm going to throw blood on my clothes and say that I went for a snack and ended up getting blood on it! Ah, who am I kidding? No one will believe that HE let food fall into bed... He takes a deep breath and decides, he's going to take a shower and clean it up right now, so that no one notices! it's going to be easy, right? He goes to the hidden bathroom in the room and takes a shower and puts on his usual clothes. Then he takes the sheets and slowly leaves the room with them to the laundry room. He slowly puts the sheets in the sink and starts thinking about how he's going to wash them, he doesn't remember the last time he washed clothes, he normally just snaps his fingers and everything becomes new. Maybe he should- - Alastor? Al freezes, he gets that voice, he slowly turns around to find the hot bartender with a bottle of beer in his hand and looking at him like he's a I confess ghost. He blushes slightly, but the dark of the night doesn't make it very obvious. - What are you doing here Al? I never saw you in the laundry, Alastor trembles, what is he going to say now? That he got lost? Who's going to check the place out? Who went for a walk around the hotel because he couldn't sleep? As he thinks this, Husk approaches and sees the sheets in the sink. - Puff, what is that? Wet the bed and now have you come to wash the sheets? Alastor freezes again, either Husk is very good at reading people, or he just made the most accurate joke in the world. Alastor blushes even more, none of his excuses are going to work now. Husk watches Al getting more and more nervous, this puts some sense of protection in him. - Wait... It is serious? You really- Alastor's face is enough of an answer for him to know exactly what happened. - ... Owwww, I never thought this would happen to you... Are you okay buddy? Alastor is NOT ok, he is on the verge of tears. - Look, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but if you do, maybe I can help you? You know, I know you're a bad boss and a difficult person to deal with, but I- Husk looks at Alastor in the eyes, is he... crying? His ears are flat, he's shaking, and he looks down like he wants to sink into the ground and never be found again. This does something to Husk, he just drops the beer bottle in the sink and flies a little to hug Al. Alastor simply accept the hug, not hugging back, but he gets down on his knees and Husk gets down with him to continue the hug. - I-I'm just- I don't know h-how it happened I swear! Alastor says through tears that flow uncontrollably from his eyes. - Shh shh it's okay, it was an accident, accidents happen. - B-but... but, I'm an OverLord! I don't... What will others think!? - Don't pay attention to that, he won't know, okay? - You are not going to-?... - OFC not, I'm not that cruel, calm down I won't tell anyone. Alastor sighs with a little relief, at least some of his dignity will remain. - Now you can cry all you want, when it's over we'll clean everything up and everything will be fine, okay? Alastor simply returned the hug, and they stayed there for several minutes...
  15. This story and future stories are also on my WattPad! https://www.wattpad.com/user/blushingginger Chapter 1 – Courtship and Lust Ron was elated. He had never been this close before. His social ineptitude and awkward demeanor had long prohibited him from any romantic pursuits or “adult” late night activities with women. But he had hit it off so well with Kimberly when he met her at his college’s board game night. He found it easier to relate to her because she was nerdy, and he was able to talk with her about things that would turn other women off immediately. If you went up to most girls and started talking about Nintendo, those girls normally looked down on you as some kind of childish loser and wrote you off as a potential romantic interest. But because Kim and Ron shared that common interest, he could lean on those things to find things to chat with her about, where otherwise he would be stumped. Now he was sitting across from her outside a Subway, with the sun shining down on her brown hair and lighting up her deep brown eyes, which were inexplicably smiling at him. This had never happened before. He was usually too shy, too submissive and too weak-willed to find himself in this position. She was laughing at his corny jokes, she was giving him looks that could only mean good things to come, and she was asking him more questions about himself than any girl had ever asked before. In his excitement in answering her questions, he almost forgot to make sure he also asked her questions about herself to show he was interested in her too, but it was clear things were going well regardless. She was so attractive it drove him mad. Her wide, ample hips were outlined by the black yoga pants she was wearing, which very flatteringly revealed the curve of her behind. She leaned forward in interest, bringing her eyes closer to his. Her pupils were deep pools that were easy to get lost in. Leaning in revealed more of the top of her chest to him, her bountiful bosom peering out from under her shirt. Her eyes were intense, and her hair a dark river over her shoulders. Kim squinted her eyes in a chirp of laughter at Ron’s joke, opening them again to look right into his. Ron’s leg did a nervous twitch, and he became subconsciously aware of the fact that he was going to have to hit the bathroom at some point. He smiled back at Kim, trying not to seem nervous. Ron had the feeling that she was playing up how funny his joke was just a little bit, but he didn’t mind. She was being nice to him. Kim’s lips parted as she prodded him. “So now you’re staying in the Donner Hall dorm this semester?” Ron nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I couldn’t stand the guys in my old dorm. And I also couldn’t stand having to share a room with that one guy who always left a mess everywhere.” Kim’s head perked up in interest. “Oh? Do you have your own room to yourself in Donner?” Ron cracked a smile. He liked where this was going. “Yeah, the rooms all share a common area, but I don’t have to share the bedroom itself or bunk with anyone. I really like having my own private area.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “You should come see it for yourself.” Kim cracked a smile herself. “You know what? I would love to! In fact, I think I’ve had enough sun for one day. Maybe we should head there right now.” Ron threw out his trash and sauntered towards the dorms, Kim by his side and a new confidence burning in his chest. But that confidence soon started to turn into self-doubt. Things were going too well. Were his expectations for what was about to happen too high? Did he have what it takes to secure his conquest of this lovely girl? Was he setting himself up for embarrassment and failure? But he shrugged off those doubts. Now was the not the time to second guess how well things were going. Now was the time to take his shot with the attractive and amicable fellow student who presently seemed very interested in following him to his room. He blushed a little as he waved to his dorm-mates in the common room, as they saw the girl following behind him and gave him knowing looks. Kim waved cheerfully to them, not seeming at all shy or self-conscious about their amused expressions. Ron closed the door behind himself and Kim. He had to remind himself to take a breath. He was hyping himself up a little too much if he wanted to perform properly. “Well, here it is! My royal quarters.” He said jovially. Without warning, Kim picked up a pillow from his bed. “I bow to no king!” she blurted, before striking him across the head with the pillow and then bursting into a fit of laughter. Ron laughed as well and grabbed another pillow. “No fair, you had the element of surprise!” He complained as he swung wildly at her. “Royal my ass!” Kim cried, doubling down on her feathery assault. She slapped him in the stomach with a strong blow that almost caused him to lose control of his bladder, which he had forgot he’d been holding. He laughed and swung back in turn. He got close to her, wrapped his arms around her, and brought her down onto the bed in a fit of giggles. She looked up at him innocently and put a finger to her lips. "Looks like you've got the best of me! Now what are you going to do with me?” Ron felt his heart race at Kimberly’s words. She was daring him to make a move. He took a step closer and gripped the bottom of her shirt. She smiled and bit her lip invitingly. Trying to hide his nervousness, Ron pulled the shirt upwards over her head, revealing her smooth stomach and lacy bra. Ron tossed the shirt aside and paused to admire her feminine figure sprawled out leisurely on his bed, before leaning over and kissing her. She closed her eyes, gripped his head, and kissed him back passionately. As they kissed, Kimberly slid her yoga pants and panties down her smooth legs, while Ron ran his hands up and down her sides. She smiled at him slyly. “Your turn, big guy. Go on, take your shirt off. Make yourself comfortable.” Ron grinned and yanked his shirt off, tossing it over his head onto the floor. He then leaned back in to kiss Kimberly again, removing her bra as he did so, then fondling her breasts in his hands. At one point he moved his mouth from her lips to her neck and started gently nibbling it, causing her to chuckle in delight. Ron was enjoying the feeling of Kimberly’s skin against his own. At length, Kimberly put her hands on Ron’s chest and pushed him back a little, looking right into his eyes. “What are you waiting for, hotshot? Take the rest of it off.” She gave him a teasing look. “You aren’t … shy, are you? I’m sure you have no reason to be…” That last sentence seemed to be merely playful banter, but all the same Ron couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of nervousness come over him. He shook that feeling off and resolutely stood up from the bed. He looked down, swiftly slid his pants and underwear off in one motion, kicked them away, and then walked over to the bed, looking up at Kimberly’s face and making to embrace her again. Kimberly looked down at Ron’s crotch and her mouth opened slightly, her cheeks growing red. She put a hand over her mouth and burst into laughter, using her other hand to push him away slightly. As she laughed, she looked back up at Ron. Pity had replaced the lust in her eyes. She looked back down at his crotch and continued laughing. Ron felt embarrassed and unsure what to do or how to react. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her, starting to feel subconscious about his nudity. He asked, “What’s so funny?” Kimberly managed to catch her breath after laughing so hard. She sputtered “I'm sorry, dude. I just kind of expected you to have a normal-sized dick. It's just really hard to continue seeing you as a man after seeing your little baby penis. No woman could ever feel that thing inside her. I’m not even sure you could even get it in!" She continued to laugh cheerfully, not seeming to care that her laughter was delivering a crushing blow to Ron’s manhood. Ron got up sheepishly and walked over to where his pants were, starting to put them on. Kimberly watched him, continuing to emasculate him with her mocking words. “You really had me going. I thought you were going to be some kind of dominant alpha guy. I wasn’t expecting you to have a two-inch dick. I can't believe I was going to sleep with you!” Kimberly, with mocking eyes and pouty lips, held up her hand and performed a pinching motion with two fingers, mimicking the size of his inadequate dick, then burst into another fit of giggling. Ron felt a mixture of embarrassment, anger and pain as Kimberly laid into him. “It’s not funny. I can’t help how big I am. You don’t have to be so hurtful about it…” Kimberly snorted with a smirk on her face. “What did you expect, Ron? Did you not know you had a tiny widdle baby penis …” Her eyes had wandered around the room and fallen upon a half-open drawer in his closet.” “… Uh, Ron? What's that?" Ron was slightly taken aback by her change of tone. He followed her gaze and his heart skipped a beat. “Uhhhhh,” he stammered, breaking out into a sweat, cursing himself for not having kept that drawer closed. Without waiting for a response, Kimberly yanked the drawer wide open and pulled out a blue crinkly package. A package of XL Goodnites Pull-Up diapers. Kimberly snorted, putting her hand to her mouth for another fit of laughter, looking straight through Ron with even more pity than before. For his entire life, Ron had been a bedwetter. His bedwetting often worsened with stress, but regardless, it was always there. There had been periods off and on where he had been able to stay dry the entire night, but those periods never lasted long. Most mornings started with him waking up in a wet diaper, feeling like a pathetic toddler. And that’s what he wore to bed. Diapers. He wore diapers to bed like a fucking baby. It was his most shameful secret. After a while, he had given up on any hopes of growing out of his infantile habits and resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be wearing diapers to bed for the foreseeable future. And just now, poking out of the open drawer he’d never closed (how on Earth could he have predicted he would be bringing a girl over to his room?) were his XL Goodnites training pants for bedwetters. For some reason he had stuck with the same Pull-Ups his parents had always bought him before he went off to college. In his mind he convinced himself that if he kept buying the Goodnites rather than the Depends, people were less likely to think they might be for him. And the Goodnites were more familiar. But now that he was caught, the childish designs were just making the situation even more humiliating. As Kimberly laughed, Ron wallowed in a wave of humiliation and self-loathing, his face beet-red as he stood frozen and speechless before Kim’s mocking gaze. He stammered out “Y- Y- You don’t understand. They’re not for me…” Kim scoffed. “As if! You’re a fucking bedwetter! It makes sense since you have such a little baby dick! Awwww, does the little baby have a tiny bladder to go with his tiny pee pee?” She held the package of Pull-Ups aloft and pretended to suck her thumb. Ron grit his teeth and his eyes started watering. “Stop it!” he shouted. “Awwww is the widdle baby gonna cry? Does baby need his liddle binky?” she continued her thumb sucking routine. “The big baby is sad because his crush found out he’s not potty trained yet! Poor baby!” “I just need them at night! It’s not a big deal!” Ron shouted, tears in his eyes. “Ohhh my, why didn’t you say so? That’s soooo much better!” Kimberly cooed in faux admiration. “You are such a big boy after all! Well,” she looked at him snarkily, “maybe not in every way…” Ron’s hands were trembling. “Stop saying that!” he cried. Then he froze. He felt a weird sense of warmth running down his leg that didn’t belong there. It took him a second to process what was happening. Then his eyes opened wide with horror. He jerked his head down. He was wetting himself. Chapter 2 – An Inadequate Bladder He was wetting himself. In the middle of the day. Right in front of Kimberly. He was pissing his pants like a fucking toddler in front of the girl he had thought he was going to fuck mere moments before. The dark rivers were already running down his calves, pooling around his feet, a scathing indictment of his weakness and childishness. He felt the last wisps of his weakened manhood drain away as he involuntarily drained his bladder into his pants. He looked up in fear. Kimberly’s laughter was cut short, and her eyes opened wide too. She pointed at his crotch and nearly bawled with laughter. "OH MY GOD, you're fucking wetting yourself RIGHT NOW? What a pathetic fucking LOSER!” She looked at him with fake doe eyes. “I thought the big baby only needed to wear your Pampers at night time? Did you lie about that to make yourself sound like more of a big boy? Are you a widdle pantswetter during the daytime too?” As Ron’s drenched pants clung to his weakening thighs, he whimpered semi-coherently, “I never wet myself during the day. I- I- I knew I had to go, I just never had a good chance, and you were here, and then you were making fun of me, and- and I was going to go, but then this happened…” “Awww, did I intimidate you, little guy?” she jeered. “You’re so scared of a girl like me, that I somehow made you wet yourself? Wow. You’re such a fucking pussy. No surprise, seeing what a beta male bitchboy you are. Guess you’ll be wearing your Huggies all the time now, huh? In case a scary girl comes along and you have a widdle accident in your pants?” Ron’s face got hot. “No! I don’t need to wear diapers during the day! I’m not a fucking baby!” Kimberly clearly looked like she was enjoying herself “Oh, are you sure? It looks to me like the little baby needs his diapees. You dribbled all over your big boy pants. Guess you weren’t ready for those, huh?” Ron started sobbing. He didn’t know what to say. That didn’t stop Kimberly. “It must be so emasculating to piddle yourself like a two-year-old in front of a girl you almost hooked up with. If there was any chance of me seeing you as a real man after seeing your tiny dick, it’s definitely gone now. I can’t imagine how you thought you were going to get away with pretending to be one. You can’t handle making love to a woman, or being her partner. What you need is for a dominant woman to take charge of you, put you in your place, and put that tiny little baby dick back in diapers permanently, where it belongs. In fact, I’m going to put your beta-male bedwetting ass back in diapers right now. And you’re going to let me, like the good little submissive sissy bitch you are. Isn’t that right, Puddles?” Ron felt a mix of shame, embarrassment and resentment at Kim’s words. He didn’t think he wanted to be seen as a beta-male or a sissy, and he didn’t want to be infantilized by his crush. But at the same time, there was something strangely arousing about the thought of her taking control and swaddling his feeble manhood in an embarrassing, emasculating … soft, warm … stupid diaper. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, then muttered “…Fine.” Kimberly leaned in, her piercing look and blank expression unchanging. “What was that, pissy-pants? Speak up.” Ron looked down at his feet. “Fine. Put me in a diaper. I clearly need one.” Kimberly smirked. “Well, the first step is admitting you have a problem.” She gently but firmly lifted his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. “Ask me to put you in a diaper, bitch-baby. Tell me you’re a sissy and you need me to put you in a diaper.” Ron huffed. “Please put me in a diaper.” “Why?” “Because I’m a little sissy bitch-baby that still pees his pants.” “Hmph. That’s what I thought. Lay down on the bed, pussy. Let’s get those wet pants off of you and get you into some more age-appropriate underwear.” Kim winked at him condescendingly. She made Ron feel very small and helpless, and not at all like the adult he was supposed to be. He laid down on the bed, feeling more and more like a toddler. The feeling made his eyes water even more than they already were. “Spread ‘em, bitch,” Kimberly barked, approaching Jon with the wipes that had been nestled underneath the pack of diapers. Ron gulped and spread his legs. Without ceremony, Kim yanked his wet pants off and tossed them onto the floor. She then took the wipes out and began wiping him down like he was a child, smiling smugly all the while. She remarked "Having a tiny, weak, wimpy little dick like yours probably makes it so hard for you to hold your widdle bladder like a big boy, huh? On the bright side, your tiny dick doesn’t seem to have any trouble fitting in your widdle baby diapers. Honestly, you should start buying the girls' Goodnites instead of the boys' ones, huh? It's not like you need the extra room down there? You certainly don't look like a man when you’re wearing your little training pants regardless. You look more like a sissy to me. I think we should start dressing you more like the sissy you are. But we can worry about that later." Ron stared and opened his mouth to protest, but she firmly put a finger to his lips, grinning maliciously. “Aw, don’t feel bad, little guy. It’s not your fault you were born with an itty bitty penis. You can’t help it. You were born to be a beta male. There’s nothing you can do to change that. You’re never going to be physically capable of fucking a woman, and you’re probably also too … underdeveloped down there to potty train like a big boy. You were never meant to be a man. You were born to be a sissy diaper baby. Mind as well embrace who you are rather than embarrassing yourself trying to play the man like you did today.” After she finished wiping him, she coated him in a storm of baby powder that was also lying in his diaper drawer, giggling up a storm as Ron looked to the side sheepishly, feeling vulnerable and mortified that his room now smelled like a nursery. Kimberly leaned in and cruelly teased, “Is that enough powder for your little dick? Tell me you’re ready to be put back in diapers like the pathetic little baby you are.” Ron looked away and murmured quietly, “I’m ready to be put back in diapers like the pathetic little baby I am.” With a sickly-sweet smile, Kim pulled a Pull-Up diaper out of Ron’s package and opened it. She started sliding it up his legs and over his limp, inadequate penis, which somehow was looking even smaller than usual. “Yeah, your effeminate little sissy dick definitely belongs in the girls’ Goodnites instead. Those would definitely fit your … size and build better. And I just know pink would look more appropriate on you. With a look of satisfaction, Kim tugged the Pull-Up firmly around Ron’s waist, then made him stand up. She gave his diapered behind a smart pat. Ron blushed at the infantilizing gesture. Kim’s lips turned up as she observed how uncomfortable he was being diapered like a child in front of her. She cooed condescendingly, “That’s more like it. That’s where your little guy belongs.” She looked down her nose at him severely. "So let me guess ... you still have to pee, don’t you, little sissy?" She placed a hand on the tiny bulge in the crotch of his training pants. “Don’t worry – it’s not like I can see you as more of a pathetic baby than I already do.” Ron looked down at her hand on his Pull-Up and stammered out, "I- I- don't think I have to, but I think I should hit the bathroom a- a- and make sure." Kimberly, looked Ron dead in the eyes. "Go in your pants, bitch," she ordered him curtly. Ron’s eyes widened. "W- what?" "You heard me. You've already proven that you're not capable of making it to the potty like a big boy. So do it. Wet yourself, you fucking diaper baby." “Y- … you want me to wet my diaper? Right now? In front of you?” Kimberly smirked. “Of course. If you’re not capable of pleasing me like a real man, then the least you can do is entertain me by doing what you do best. Now do it. Go in your pants, bitch.” Ron let out a whimper and his knees buckled inward as he grabbed desperately and childishly at his crotch. His courage had given out. Fear of Kimberly overcame him, and he lost bladder control once again. Warmth blossomed out from the crotch of his Huggies and the sound of pee hitting cotton filled the room. Ron felt a puddle of pee grow inside his Pull-Up, the childish diaper struggling to keep up absorbing the shameful flow of pee he was involuntarily releasing into his training pants. The Pull-Up began to feel heavier and squishier as the infantile stream continued on for what seemed like a lifetime, swelling so much that it began to force his trembling thighs slightly apart. The pool of pee in his diaper nearly rose from his taint to his stomach by the time he had finished emptying his bladder into his pants, an act which ended with Ron gasping in a mixture of shock, relief, and apprehension. He pulled his hands away from his crotch, well aware that the silly gesture had done nothing to hide his juvenile accident in progress, or the swelling and darkening of the front of his diaper. His Pull-Up training pants started to catch up, thirstily absorbing the pool of pee that pitifully piddled out from his tiny, unmanly penis. Ron felt the tide of wetness recede back down his pubic region as the puddle disappeared, sucked into his bloated Huggies. He took a tentative step forward, no longer able to walk normally. Instead, he waddled forward awkwardly, just like a toddler who did not have much practice walking. This increased Ron’s self-consciousness, and more tears formed in his eyes and dripped down his face, silently. Kimberly, for her part, was thoroughly entertained watching Ron debase himself and crumple in despair. She had sat watching Ron and piss his pants and break out into tears with a smug smile on her face the whole time. Her words broke the silence like a knife through Ron’s heart. “Did you finish going potty, widdle boy?” Ron choked back a sob, looked down his front, and quietly nodded his head yes. “Good little boy,” Kimberly said curtly. “That's all you’re capable of doing. You're not a man anymore, you're just a weak little baby who can't even control their own bladder. You clearly thought a little too highly of yourself, trying to court a lady like myself. But now you definitely know your place.” She put her hand over his diapered crotch and caressed him teasingly. “And soon, everyone else will too.” Ron bit his lip, both humiliated and aroused, and awkwardly shifted his weight as he felt himself pitching a tent in his Pull-Ups. She’s fucking with me, Ron thought. She doesn’t actually mean that. Kimberly moved her head inches away from his, her eyes boring into his soul and a smirk on her face. Ron couldn’t resist stealing glances down at her ample, naked breasts, sitting right below his chin as her words raked him. “Awww, does the beta bedwetter have a widdle stiffy in his Pampies? It’s really too bad. You clearly really wanted a piece of me. But you’re just not man enough to fuck me. You’ll never be man enough to fuck me. No matter what happens, I’ll always remember you as the pathetic Pampered pussy who got bullied into pissing his pants by a girl. And cried like a little baby when she told him his tiny two-inch pee-pee would never reach past my ass cheeks.” Kimberly continued rubbing. Ron continued to sob and pant for breath as her hand rubbed the soft, warm, damp padding against his erect penis. With every delicate stroke, he had to hold back moans of bliss. His dick was so hard it was throbbing, and the sensory feedback his penile nerves were sending his brain with every back and forth was driving him insane. The feeling was the most debasing and the most pleasurable thing he had ever felt in his life. His cheeks were flushed and his brain began shutting out everything but the diaper against his skin. Ron knew that his stamina wasn’t the best, and he became fearful that he was going to embarrass himself yet again, by orgasming in his stupid fucking baby diaper from just a few mere moments of light friction against his diaper. He desperately tried to hold on, not wanting to find a new way to unman himself in front of Kimberly. But as quickly as it had begun, it was over. A sudden shudder ran up his spine and he cried out involuntarily. His knees buckled inward as his eyes widened, and he felt himself lose control and pump globs of cum all over the front of his Pull-Ups. The diaper greedily absorbed this new, even more emasculating mess on top of his wettings. Fearfully, he looked up to see Kimberly’s reaction. Upon observing Ron’s shuddering climax, Kimberly’s eyes widened as she processed what was happening. After a moment of quick realization they lit up with taunting glee. She stepped back and put a hand over her mouth in shocked and derisive laughter. “Oh my fucking god, you have a tiny little limpdick AND you’re a two-pump chump?!?” she choked out between laughs. “Could you be any more of a fucking sissy?” She held a forceful and over the sodden padding of his crotch again. “At least you’re already back in diapers where you clearly belong. Just one more reason why you fucking need them. Bet a little beta bitch like you that can’t control himself has a lot of problems not having an accident in his pants every time he sees a woman who’s too good for him, hm?” Ron said nothing, merely staring numbly at the ground. Her eyes narrowed, “Is that a problem you have, little bitchboy? Do you have problems splooging in your pants like a sissy bitch because you can’t handle attractive women?” Kimberly slowly lifted Ron’s chin up to force him to look at her. He muttered something incoherently. “What was that?” she asked. “Yes, Kimberly,” he stammered. “And where do beta male sissies who can’t hold their cum like real men belong?” He gulped. “In diapers.” She smiled venomously. “That’s right. Little boy learns fast!” Abruptly she turned away from him and began to gather her clothes, as if getting ready to leave. It occurred to Ron that she had given him an orgasm, albeit unintentionally, and that he should offer to return the favor. “Um,” he stammered anxiously, unsure if he was opening himself up to more ridicule. “Did you want me to – uh – you know – do something for you before you left? To make up for the fact that my d – uh, the fact that I couldn’t give you what you wanted? I could use my h-“ Kimberly’s snorting laughter cut him off mid-sentence. She bent over to reach for something of hers that was lying on his bed, her ample hips and ass stretching out the seat of her pants. Ron’s inadequate erection strained against his sodden padding yet again, and his head swam in despair as he ruminated over his inability to ravage her like he would in his fantasies. As she clipped her bra on and began pulling a shirt over her head, she chastised him. “Please, Ron, don’t embarrass yourself. In case this wasn’t already clear to you - I don’t have sex with beta males. Beta males like you are not capable of giving me the orgasms I deserve, and I would only ever extend that privilege to a real man. So why don’t you leave it to the big boys to do the things that you never could, okay, Puddles?” Wincing at the continuation of his new nickname, Ron mumbled “Yes, Kimberly.” Having finished dressing herself, Kimberly got in Ron’s face one more time. Her breasts were filling out her shirt so aggressively, they almost looked like they might burst out. She corrected him, “Yes, mommy.” “What?” Ron said, confused. “You are not a man, and are not capable of being a boyfriend. You still wet your pants, you still need to wear diapers, and you still need your Pampers changed for you. You don’t need a girlfriend. You need a mommy. You and I are not equals. You are clearly not capable of being treated like an adult. So you will address me as your mommy. I am not your peer. ‘Friendzoned’ doesn’t even begin to describe where you’re at right now. You’re a bedwetting, limp-dick, beta male perma-virgin, and you should address me as mommy. Understood?” Ron gulped. “Yes, mommy.” “Good,” she smirked smugly. Then without another word she turned on one heel, pulled open his room door, and strut out like a woman who knew she was in charge. The door clicked shut behind her beautiful, voluptuous, confidently swaying hips. Ron’s eyes flickered close, then open again. He looked down at himself. A drop of water trickled from his eyes to his chin, then dropped to the floor. A drop of water trickled down his thigh from his soaked Pull-Up, then dropped to the floor. Ron’s shoulders heaved. He fell back onto the bed as he began to sob. Still crying like a baby, he grasped the sodden crotch of his diaper with his hands. He began furiously rubbing back and forth, tears streaming down his face and his legs in the air. He imagined he must look pretty ridiculous doing this, but that only made him sob and rub harder, spreading and closing his legs over and over while his wet training pants crinkled furiously. Abruptly, Ron gasped, as he lost control of yet another bodily function in his Huggies. His mouth opened in a snarl of frustration as he creamed his diaper, feeling more like a beta sissy than ever. As he lay there sleepily, his head swimming with emotions and dopamine, he stared at the package of Goodnites that Kim had left with the open end sticking out of the shelf. The flat, unopened, soft diapers stared back at him from within the package, as if mocking him and his frailty. Some hours later he jumped awake, realizing he had dozed off in his reverie. Apprehensively, he put a hand to his crotch, then to the absorbent mat. He had absolutely drenched himself and the mat during his nap. He couldn’t remember the last time he wet the bed this bad. He also felt he might have had some “wet dreams” last night. About a certain someone’s seductive rear. Chapter 3 – Desperately Clinging to Dignity Ron’s next day of classes passed uneventfully. He was so on edge from last night that he almost felt like checking over his shoulder to make sure that Kimberly wasn’t lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on him as he moved from class to class. But nothing like that happened. Before he knew it, the day ended, his head hit the pillow, and rays of morning sun snuck past his blinds to greet him for another morning of waking up in swollen Huggies. Ron’s feelings of shame for waking up in wet Pull-Ups every day had grown worse since his emasculation at the hands of Kimberly. He now spent more time during the day ruminating over his bedwetting failures and his feeble hold on masculinity than he ever had before. And when he went to bed worrying about whether he was going to wet himself—that only made it more certain that he would. He even began stressing out more about having to hold his bladder during class, which was not something he usually ever worried about. He had begun psyching himself out, and it was making his problems worse. On the second day, he made it through physics class after what felt like a Herculean effort to hold his bladder, then rushed in a panic to the nearest bathroom. He made it, but he had been all but sure he was going to piss his pants in front of all the ladies in the hall who watched his mad dash quizzically. Ron didn’t even know what he would do if such a cataclysmic event were to happen. On Wednesday, after his last class of the day, Ron was once again struggling to make it to the end of class. When they were finally dismissed, Ron heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up from his desk, and snuck a worried glance down his pants just to reassure himself that he wasn’t crazy, and that his pants were indeed still dry. Just as an adult man’s pants are supposed to be, he thought to himself as he walked out of class. Maybe he was just worrying too much. Maybe he had just let the Kim incident get to him too much. He decided to use the bathroom once he got back to his dorm, and headed outside with a bit of a gurgle coming from his lower stomach. As he entered the courtyard, however, his heart leapt in his throat. Kimberly was right there, talking with two of her girlfriends. Before he could decide whether to sneak away or offer a nervous “Hello,” his decision was made for him as her eyes locked on his and she smiled pleasantly. The other two girls turned to look at him. Caught off-guard, he blurted out a quick “Hiya, Kim!” trying his best to smile naturally, and trying to read her friends’ expressions. Kim’s face didn’t change. “Hey there, Puddles!” Ron’s face turned deep red, as Kim’s two friends burst into uncontrolled laughter. He smiled nervously and tried to play it off “Haha, what? What are you talking about?” Kim was as blunt and unphased as a rock. “I’m talking about the puddles you make in your bed every night of course. Remember? How you tried to hook up with me the other night, but just ended up wetting your Huggies in front of me? You remembered to wear them today, right?” Her friends continued laughing. They clearly couldn’t get enough of this. Ron tried to turn away, muttering half-heartedly “Why do you say such weird, random shit?” Kimberly was not letting him wiggle out of this. “Oh, not true, is it? Want to take us to your room to make sure you don’t still have DIAPEES waiting for you on your little nightstand? There’s no use denying it!” One of Kim’s friends piped up, “Gonna go back and give yourself a change right now?” All three of the girls continued guffawing. “I only need them at night!” Ron finally snapped. His nerves started getting the better of him as he began to realize their increasingly loud conversation was starting to draw a lot of stares and bewildered glances from onlookers. “That’s funny, because we sure as hell weren’t sleeping when you wet your widdle diaper in front of me!” Kimberly quipped cheerfully and mercilessly. “Because god knows I wouldn’t be caught sleeping with a tiny dicked little man-child like you!” “They’re not diapers! They’re Pull-Ups!” Ron was on the verge of tears, and he wasn’t sure why he was even trying to argue at this point. Barely-stifled laughter was starting to bubble up among the spectators around the courtyard who were clearly all listening in. “Ohhhh that’s right,” Kim’s other friend jeered. “You don’t wear diapers like a little baby. You wear Pull-Ups, like a real man!” This sent the trio over the top, and they all doubled up in laughter. Ron clenched his fists in impotent rage. But that rage soon turned to shock and fear as a new sound reached his ears. Pssssssssssssssssssssss He was doing it again. In his nervousness and indignation he had lost his bladder control again. He was wetting himself right there in the courtyard, in from of Kim and her friend. The dark burst of wetness spread from the crotch of his pants and cascaded down his legs, hitting the concrete with a distinctive pitter-patter that no one would miss even if they weren’t watching as Ron began debasing himself. Ron frantically dropped his books as he futilely attempted to cover up his wet crotch with his hands, tears welling in his eyes and a pitiful whimper escaping from his shocked lips. Kim and her friend began pointing to Ron’s wet crotch and roaring with laughter. “He fucking pissed himself again!” Kim choked out between guffaws. The darkening of Ron’s pants, the pitter-patter, and the girls’ cruel and rowdy jeering drew the shocked and intrigued stares of passers-by heading to their next classes. Ron’s infantile incidents were no longer going to be solely discussed by Kim and her friends. All of campus would be talking about the pathetic, infantile little wimp who pissed his pants in the middle of the square. “Awww poor liddle baby forgot to wear his diaper to class, huh?” Kim’s friend taunted through a cruel smile. “Guess you need your mommy to change you since you can’t be trusted to dress yourself, huh? So much for only needing to wear your diapees at night, huh, little boy?” Ron had begun sobbing uncontrollably, and began gathering up his books so that he could escape this situation. Kim’s lips were tightly pursed in a thin smile as she watched him gather the last of his things. Then she unceremoniously snatched him by his wrist and began dragging him in the direction of his dorm. Her friend laughed hysterically and called after them “Make sure our little man is taken care of!” “Clearly you’re not capable of handling this yourself,” she remarked. “time for a real adult handle the little piss-baby.” She dragged a sobbing Rob all the way through the dorm hall by his wrist, the other residents looking on in a mix of shock, awe, confusion, and amusement. When they got to his room, she yanked his keys off his lanyard and opened the door herself, then practically threw him onto the bed. Ron lost his grips on his books and they tumbled all about his room floor. Kim smugly shoved them to the edges of the room, closed his room door, and went straight to the drawer where Ron hid his nighttime diapers. She yanked it open, took out some wipes, baby powder and diapers, and threw them on the bed next to Ron. “Still lying to yourself and trying to pretend you’re a big boy? That delusion didn’t last long, huh?” she cooed as she peeled off his soaking wet pants and boxers. “Bet you know better now, huh? Bet you’re never gonna try to walk out in public without your widdle protection, huh? Now you’re never gonna forget you’re just a little bitch-baby that needs diapers. Tell me. Tell me what you are. I want to make sure you’ve learned your lesson this time.” As Kim wiped him down, Ron screwed his eyes shut and choked out between sobs “…I’m a little bitch baby that still needs diapers.” “I can’t hear you!” “I’m a little bitch baby that still needs diapers!” he sobbed. “Get the fuck up pussy, we’ re going to pull these Pull-Ups up over your tiny little beta dick so you don’t get any piss on the floor,” she spat as she opened up a pair with a sneer. “Even these little things are too adult for you. I’m sure they make tape diapers in the size of full-grown bitchboys like you, don’t they?” Ron stood and looked down forlornly as she pulled the training diapers up over his privates and around his waist. Ron grimaced as he watched his manhood get enveloped once again by the soft, crinkly diaper with the humiliatingly juvenile pattern on them. It felt final. It felt like his masculinity had been revoked for good. His previous daytime accident was no longer just a fluke. His failure as a man was complete. His sobs resumed anew. Kim was unmoved by Ron’s tears. “It is so perfect that you did this in front of the whole campus. I’d already been telling everyone about how much of a big baby you are. It’s nice that you did my job for me.” She leaned in closer. “What girl is ever going to come within 100 yards of the little piss baby now? No reason not to wear diapers to class now. It’s not like there’s going to be anyone else to discover your infantile little secret, and you might at least save yourself the humiliation of making a puddle in the courtyard.” Her eyes narrowed and her wicked smirk deepened. “Time to accept that you’ll never be anything but a little sissy diaper-baby.” All Ron could see or hear were Kim’s taunts. His mind replayed the dozens of hurtful expressions that had continued to pass by when he had pissed himself in the courtyard. He was so distraught he didn’t notice the gurgling in his lower stomach getting more intense. At least, he didn’t notice until it was far too late. He did begin to notice, however, when a horrifying *blurrrrrt* filled the air and he felt the seat of his Pull-Up weigh down ominously. Oh my god. No fucking way. I haven’t done something like this for years. I… I can’t be… The look on Kim’s face, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide, told he that indeed he was. He was doing it. At 21 years old, he was pooping his Pull-Ups like a fucking toddler. Kimberly took her hand away from her mouth and cupped the full seat of Ron’s diaper, her eyebrow raising as she felt the weight and confirmed that he had indeed messed his Huggies. She pressed the weight of his mess against his ass, causing him to squirm and whimper. Her lips curled in disgust as she looked down on him with disdain. “If there was ever any doubt…only a beta male would sit there and soil themselves like a helpless infant. I already knew you were a wimp and a loser, but this is a whole new low. You’re never coming back from this. No one could ever see you as a man after watching you soil yourself like a whimpering little sissy. You can go out into the real world and try to pretend if you want, but in your heart you’ll never forget this. Because this is who you really are, pussy.” Ron had never felt more pathetic, more like a child, in his entire adult life as he listened to Kim lay into and lecture him, his messy Pampers hugging him tight. “Real men don’t depend on diapers to manage their bodily functions for them. Real men don’t get their wet pants changed by a crush who friendzoned them. Real men don’t get bullied and diapered by the hot girl in their class. Real men fuck girls like me. You couldn’t do that, because you weren’t capable. Your manhood is inadequate, and always will be. You will always be a beta male soiling his diapers.” Ron tentatively put the hand on the heavy bulge in the seat of his Pull-Ups, as if to check if it was really there. None of it seemed real. Kim stared him dead in the eyes. “Sit in it.” Ron blinked rapidly. “Wha-?” “You heard me, bitch,” Kim snapped. “Sit in it. You pooped your pants like a fucking toddler, now sit in it like a toddler. Clearly if you like pooping your pants so much, it shouldn’t bother you at all.” Ron awkwardly shuffled his feet and looked down, muttering “Uhhh uhhh I really don’t want t-“ Before he could finish his sentence, Kim had grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved his ass down onto the bed. He gave a cry of dismay as he fell into his own humiliating mess. It was warm and mushy and it made him want to sob all over again. It spread underneath him and clung to him. He soon resumed crying like a baby. Kimberly leaned in closer to Ron, her smile menacing and her voice low. "You're too weak, too helpless. That's why you’re here sitting in your own filth like a pathetic little baby. This is your place. Moments like these are going to be the rest of your life." Ron, still sobbing, laid down on his back. Kim sat down beside him, gave him a condescending smile, and cooed, “I bet getting your diaper changed by me has been the most attention you’ll ever get from a girl in your life.” She began rubbing the crotch of his diaper, which had become mysteriously damp with pee without Ron even noticing. Ron choked back his whimpers and moaned as the feeling of Kim’s hand and of the warm, wet cotton caressing his genitals overpowered his despair and shame. He looked up at Kim – her perfect waist and hips perched beside him, her pillowy bosom bursting out of her shirt, and her eyes staring him down – and he felt the animal urge to breed with her. But alas, incapable, emasculated, and infantilized, he knew that she was beyond him. He knew that all he was capable of doing was sitting there and letting her bring him to climax in his soiled diaper, like the beta loser he was. All of Ron’s confused feelings swirled together as Kim’s subversive hand turned his shame and emasculation into an act of pleasure, the closest thing to sex that he had ever – and would ever – experience. Ron gasped in ecstasy and shame as he climaxed blissfully into his messy Pampers, his embarrassingly miniscule penis furtively pumping his impotent semen into his diaper. He had never orgasmed this intensely before. Tears continued to trail down his cheeks as he fought to catch his breath. Kim looked down on him and gave him a sickly sweet smile. “You get worked up real easily when I belittle you like that, don’t you, little sissy?” She asked. Ron nodded meekly. Kim leaned in closer, “Well, even though you’re clearly not man enough to fuck someone like me, I do find you adorable in a sort of pathetic way, and I might consider keeping you around…” She put her lips to his ear, “How would you like the privilege of being my little cuck?” She drew her head back. “You’re a natural-born cuck, after all. It seems like the perfect place for you. What do you think? Can you handle being cucked by me? Being on the sidelines while I fuck real men who have what it takes to tame me, and have their way with me?” She winked seductively at him. Ron was shocked. She still wanted him in her life after having humiliated him so thoroughly? But…as a cuckold? For her amusement? But he was still so attracted to her. Her scent still made him catch his breath. Her curves still drove him wild. And even now, sitting in his own filth, the thought of being her little plaything made him blush…and what other options did he even have at this point? What girl would swoon for a beta male in his 20s who still had accidents in his Pampers? Kim, sensing weakness in Ron’s hesitation, pressed on. “Think about the opportunity. You always wanted to be involved with me in some way, didn’t you? But understand this. If you do agree to be my cuck, everyone is going to know. All my friends are definitely going to know you're not the one fucking me. All of your friends might find out too, because I'm not going to be … discreet or restrained in my womanly adventures. Everyone will end up knowing that, while you may be dating me, you sit on the sidelines because you’re not man enough to satisfy me.” She stepped in closer, “But,” she murmured seductively, “since I know you’re awfully fond of me, I’ll still allow you to have…” Kim held up two fingers in a pinching motion, mimicking Ron’s tiny member, “a little fun. Always while you’re wearing your diapers, of course. Your pathetic little beta cummies don’t belong anywhere near my pussy, for obvious reasons.” Ron gulped. Kim leaned in, her face an inch from his. “Well?” she asked gently. “What do you think, little bitchboy?” Ron’s every instinct was to say no. But despite himself, all that could come out of his mouth was a feeble, barely audible “Yes.” “I can’t hear you, little boy. Say ‘Yes mommy, I want to be your little beta cuck.’” Ron looked down at the floor and repeated “Yes mommy, I want to be your little beta cuck.” Kim smiled evilly and stroked his cheek. “’I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go.’” The thought was terrifying to Ron, but he repeated regardless, “I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go.” “Good boy. I’ll be seeing you again soon, little guy.” She patted his cheek and then promptly started leaving his room. Before she closed the door, she looked back in on him and said sweetly, “Oh, and by the way, any girl you happen to be friends with at school is going to know about your pantswetting and your little diapers by tomorrow. I know, the grapevine’s a bitch, ain’t it? So be ready for that too, little bitchboy!” After the door clicked shut, Ron shuddered with anxiety and anticipation. For the rest of the night, he masturbated more furiously than he ever had in his life. All while back in diapers. Chapter 4 – A Weakening Grip on Manhood Ron was apprehensive about going back out on campus after his public accident. And though it killed him, he had finally convinced himself that he could no longer walk out in public without wearing a diaper under his clothes. Admitting this to himself was a painful blow to his already crippled pride and masculinity, and his feeling of adulthood and independence. He felt like a whimpering child pulling on his training pants before heading out to school, and the feeling destroyed his self-esteem. Maybe being a beta cuck was truly his destiny. Real men didn’t have these problems controlling their bodily functions in adulthood. As he ventured tentatively out of his dorm, he was hyper-conscious of every subtle crinkle his Pull-Up made as he walked, painfully aware of the conspicuous bulge the Pull-Up seemed to make from his crotch, and severely paranoid that his infantile underwear would poke out from under the waistline of his shorts. Ironically, his acute nervousness and his inability to act natural probably drew more attention than the subtle crinkling of a babyish diaper ever would have. Of course, on the other hand, the idea that Ron was going to be able to walk through campus at this point without getting a lot of attention was no longer a possibility. Everywhere he went, passersby and little clique groups around campus would turn, look at him, and turn back to their friends to giggle maliciously to themselves. The first time this happened, Ron’s heart dropped and his cheeks grew beet red. His nervous bladder let slip a small dribble of urine into the thirsty crotch of his Pull-Up, and he silently cursed himself for being so weak and helpless to keep from wetting himself, no matter how little. But his bladder had become highly sensitive to his emotional state, and any disturbance seemed enough to open the floodgates and help prove everybody right about what a pathetic little baby he was. As he walked through the courtyard, a woman’s voice he didn’t recognize called out from afar, “Hey little boy, did you remember to bring an extra pair of pants?” Waves of laughter followed from girls all around. Ron did not turn to look, but merely hung his head in shame, looking at the ground as he walked hurriedly on towards class, his lip quivering. When he got to class, he was met with a few pockets of subtle, stifled, barely-concealed laughter form his classmates. Ron blushed and pretended not to hear. Ron took out his books and sat down near the back, wincing as the act caused a tiny spurt of pee to escape into the warm embrace of his Huggies. The small dribbles he had failed to hold were very minor and didn’t cause the diaper to swell much, but they still had a huge effect on his self-esteem. Ron leaned forward and tried to devote all his attention to the professor at the front. At one point, the girl behind him started snickering, and leaned over to say something to her friend next to her. Ron got the ominous feeling that he was the subject of their attention. Concerned, reached back as casually as he could and felt along his waist. Horrified, he realized that the waistband of his Pull-Ups had very conspicuously poked out from under his shorts when he had leaned forward. Stifling a sob, Ron pulled the waistband of his shorts up to hide his ineptitude, and pretended not to hear the whispers and snickers behind him. As class let out, Ron hurried to the bathroom despite not feeling like he had to go. He went to a stall, not wanting anyone to have the chance to see he was a full grown adult that still needed to wear Pampers, and pulled down his shorts. He then went to pull down his training pants, but stopped midway and put a hand down to check the front of his diaper. There’s no way, he thought to himself. His Pull-Up felt heavy, like he had completely soaked it. The fade-when-wet designs were completely gone, and the diaper bulged considerably more than it had before. He hadn’t noticed himself pantswetting since that tiny spurt when he had sat down. Had he really deteriorated to the point where he couldn’t even notice when he was wetting his diaper like a pathetic little two-year-old? How was he going to keep from being stuck in diapers like a baby forever if he didn’t even know when he had to go? Or when he’d had an accident in his pants? Defeated, he pulled his shorts back up, self-conscious of how much more obvious the bulge and the crinkling was now, and headed out to return to his dorm to change his Pull-Ups. He was thankful at least that he was so used to drinking lots of water that his pee was watered down and didn’t smell strongly of ammonia. He rushed along, looking down to avoid the condescending glances and snickers of the other college students. He felt a gurgle in his stomach, and cursed himself for not taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom regardless of the fact that he had already wet himself. Still, it would not be long before he reached his dorm. Abruptly, some random girl he didn’t know stepped out from a group huddle and into his path. He nearly fell over himself as he stopped abruptly to avoid knocking into her. He clutched a hand to his stomach as it gurgled louder, and his knees buckled in as he fought to maintain his composure and control. “Hey there, little diaper baby,” she jeered at him. “Keep your training pants dry during class today? Heard you have a hard time with that.” All of the girls friends exploded in merriment, but went silent when a loud *blurrrrrt* filled the air once more. Distraught, Ron bit his quivering lip as his weak knees bent, and he helplessly emptied the contents of his bowels into the seat of his damp Huggies. He cried out in shock. He knew the smell was immediately obvious. The girls all doubled over in laughter. The girl in front of him shouted, “There’s no way you- … don’t tell me you- HAHAHHAAHHA!” Ron ran away (it was more of a waddle, humiliatingly), his eyes screwed shut and tears inside. As he was nearing his dorm building, his blood went cold as he heard a familiar voice call out “What’s the rush, baby boy? Trying to make it to the potty? Probably a lost cause after what happened yesterday, huh?” Ron turned to see Kim and her friend, Sam, walking steadily for him. “I- I- I have to g-“ he tried to stammer out. “Oh no, definitely wait for us, honey!” she called out teasingly. Did she just call me honey? He thought to himself. He remembered back to when he believed he could have had a shot at a real relationship with her. Kim caught up to him while he was still processing it all, and in front of her friend curtly said, “How’re the Pull-Ups doing? Is potty training working out for you yet?” Ron, bothered by Kim saying this in the presence of the other girl, stammered, “I don’t know what you’re talking ab-“ Before he could say another word, Kim pointedly grabbed the waistline of his shorts and yanked them down right then and there, exposing his diaper to Sam and the world. Kim laughed victoriously and felt the soaked, swollen front of his diaper. “Just as I thought! The little baby boy still can’t hold his little bla-… wait a second.” She assertively spun him around (despite his feeble resistance) and pressed her hand against the seat of his training pants. Her eyes widened when she felt the tell-tale lump through the seat of his Pull-Ups. “Oh my god, no way you pooped your pants again!” she cried out in amused shock, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Sam stared Ron down with an eyebrow raised and a condescending smile on her face. Ron stammered, “I- i- it was this other girl’s fault! I had to go to the bathroom and she got in my way and yelled at me and I would’ve made it otherwise I was heading right to my dorm to take care of it…” “Awww that’s so sweet! Are you telling me a girl scared you so much that you literally soiled yourself? I feel like real men don’t poop their Pampers whenever someone gets in their face. That does sound like you though!” Kim said cheerfully. Ron, abashed and resentful of Kim’s teasing, pulled his pants back up, then looked down at the ground and fumed…only to realize with astonishment that he had begun peeing again, and that his Pull-Up had begun leaking. Rivulets of pee cast dark stains from the leg guards of his training pants, and trickled merrily down his legs. Ron gave a yelp of dismay. Kim threw back her head and laughed, clearly enjoying herself. “See? Forget being a real man, you’re not even enough of a big boy to handle training pants. Clearly you need REAL diapers, like the little baby you are.” She grabbed Ron’s arm and began to walk him towards his dorm. Ron tried to run forward and pull her along to get her to go faster, but she kept them at a steady, unhurried pace, to Ron’s great dismay. As they approached the entrance to the dorm building, Kim stopped abruptly and turned to spy the figure of another girl passing by near the group. “Hey Stacy, we’re over here!” she called out to her. The girl, another of Kim’s friends, saw Kim, with Ron and his soaking pants cowering behind her. Stacy smiled and put a hand over her mouth, giggling, and joined the group. “Hello there,” she said. “Is this the poor widdle boy who still needs to wear diapees?” “You want to tell the truth this time?” Kim cooed. Mortified that she might pants him and expose his diaper again, Ron frantically murmured, “Y- y- yes, I- I’m wearing a diaper.” “And you had an accident, isn’t that right, widdle Ronnie?” Kim chirped. “Clearly,” Stacy chuckled. “Is Kim bringing you to your room to change you again?” “That’s exactly what we’re doing!” Kim declared. “Now let’s hurry up before our little man here dies of embarrassment! Don’t worry,” Kim said as she lead them all into the building, pulling Ron by the hand, “I came prepared. I figured those flimsy training pants of yours weren’t going to be sufficient to handle the little problems you’ve been having there, Tiny.” Ron winced at the new nickname, and realized for the first time that Kim was not carrying her usual purse. She was carrying a bulky cotton tote bag that was zipped shut. He wondered what she was carrying in it. Oh god, he thought. Is that for holding…? Kim again opened Ron’s door for him, and to his dismay her friends filed in behind them. Before he could pipe up, Kim said “You ladies don’t mind if I take a second to change this loser’s diaper, do you? It’ll only take a minute.” She winked at Ron. “Don’t worry about them being here, there’s not much to see down there anyway, now is there?” The girls laughed. Ron was mortified, but was not exactly in a position of strength to argue, so he submit to her wishes. She laid him down on his bed, and began opening her bag. She produced wipes, baby lotion, baby powder, and … … Diapers. Real diapers. Thick, babyish, with tapes for the sides, and very large – clearly sized for an adult (not that he felt like one anymore). Diapers. And not just plain white ones either. These ones were pink, with humiliatingly cute unicorn and princess designs on them. Kim’s friends put their hands to their mouths and let out a condescending “AWWWW!” that made Ron want to die. Ron found his voice again. “Is that really necessary?” He asked. Kim smirked. “Why don’t you tell me,” she said, while reaching down and pressing the seat of Ron’s diaper against his rear. Ron moaned and said “Okay, okay, you’re right, I belong in them! I belong in them!” Kim’s friends laughed. “Where did you even find diapers like that? And in that size?” Stacy asked, pulling another out of Kim’s bag and examining it quizzically. “They’re called ‘Rearz Princess Pink Adult Diapers,’ Kim remarked casually as she continued making Ron feel his own mess. She then leaned down over Ron and asked teasingly, “What are you, Ron?” Ron swallowed. “I am a little baby bitch who still needs diapers, and I will wear them wherever I go.” “Good. You remembered. And? What else are you?” “I am your little beta cuck.” Kim smiled faintly. She prepared to remove his diaper and clean him up with wipes, her expression unchanging. Kim’s friends were nearly blinded by tears with how hard they were giggling at the things Kim had Ron say, which was almost a blessing in Ron’s current predicament. When Ron had been completely cleaned, Kim unwrapped the big pink diaper and showed it off. “I figured since we all know what a sissy you are, pink princesses and unicorns were the right choice for you,” she taunted. “It’s not like there was anything left of your manhood anyway.” Stacy and Sam looked down at Ron’s miniscule manhood and doubled over in mirth. “Oh my god, Kim, you told us it was small but you didn’t say it was THAT small!” Sam blurted out. “No wonder why you didn’t fuck him!” “I’m not even sure you could fuck him!” Stacy added. “Diapers are clearly the right choice for this poor little boy.” Kim slid the diaper under Ron’s butt while he whimpered, and she began applying lotion. “You hear that?” Kim remarked warmly to him. “Just in case you thought any other girl would tell you otherwise…” Kim’s friends took turns pinching Ron’s cheeks and making patronizing “aww” sounds while Kim powdered Ron up. Then they stepped back and let Kim pull the diaper over Ron’s tiny little sissy dick and swaddle him up. As she taped the diaper as tight around him as she could, she leaned, her leg pressed up against his padded crotch and her breasts in his face. Ron could not avert his eyes, or keep from perking up in excitement. “See, little sissy baby?” she cooed. “That isn’t so bad, now is it?” She pressed her breasts into his face. Ron closed his eyes and breathed in her bosom. He tentatively rubbed himself up and down her thigh, while Kim’s friends watched on in amazed and amused curiosity. Kim murmured to him, “Go on, it’s okay. Suck on them. Like a big baby is meant to do.” Ron didn’t even notice the snickers caused by that last comment. His excitement building (and with it, a tiny drizzle of pee in his new Pampers), he took one of Kim’s breasts out and began nursing, like a man dying of thirst in the desert. He also began rubbing his diaper against the juicy thigh Kim had pressed against his crotch. Stacy put a hand to her mouth. “Oh my god, he likes it!” “This is, like, actually the way he’s meant to be, huh?” Sam commented. Kim looked down on Ron with a knowing smile. “Good little cuck boy,” she said softly. “Show them what a sissy baby you really are.” Ron was panting and moaning like a dog through her teat. In mere seconds, he let out a gasp of ecstasy as he wasted his seed in the soft, cotton comfort of his diapers. Sam giggled. “He really is a one pump chump, huh? Guess him having a puny dick isn’t much of a loss, it’s not like he lasts long enough to be able to do anything for a girl anyway.” “That’s right,” Kim agreed, looking down in a sickly sweet manner at Ron. “And since he could never satisfy a woman anyway, keeping him in diapers is the perfect solution. His widdle beta cummies belong in Pampers, not in my pussy. Isn’t that right, Ron?” Ron murmured through the haze of ecstasy. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” Ron furrowed his brow, confused. “Yes, Kim?” “No. ‘Yes, mommy.’” This elicited a chuckle from the other girls. Ron was in too much bliss to even fight about anything anymore. “Yes mommy.” “Where do your beta cummies belong?” “In my Pampers, not in your pussy.” “That’s right. Because pussies like you don’t get pussy,” she remarked. “How was your little sissygasm? You looked like you really enjoyed yourself. I take it you like your new princess diapers, hmmm?” As Sam and Stacy chuckled, Ron fumbled through the minefield looking for the right answer. “N- I mean, uh-…“ “Hmmmm?” Kim prodded. “You sure you don’t? Because if you don’t like them, I can take them away. But you wearing these as protection is the only way you’ll ever be allowed near me. Because remember, you’re my little beta cuck, and I don’t have sex with betas.” Ron swallowed his pride and mumbled “I like my new princess diapers, mommy.” “What’s that?” Sam interjected. “Stacy and I couldn’t hear you from back here.” Ron balled his fists. “I said I like my new princess diapers, mommy!” “Awww,” all three girls said in unison. “You’re welcome, honey,” Kim doted. “And I’m glad you do. You’re all freshly pampered for our first big date night out, cucky!” “Our…first date night out?” Ron repeated, surprised. “Why yes, honey. We’re going to the club. My friends and I need to go get dressed. But we’ll pick you up really soon, and we’ll all go together. Put something presentable over those adorable little Pampers of yours, little sissy,” Kim said seductively. “You never know who you may meet.” The three girls left in a flurry of giggles, leaving Ron as mystified as ever. Chapter 5 – A Night on the Town Ron scratched his arm nervously as he stood on the curb waiting to be picked up. The bulge that his Pull-Ups had made in his shorts before seemed like a joke now. There was absolutely no hiding the fact that he was wearing a diaper now. It would be blaringly obvious to anyone who passed by or glanced in his direction for more than 2 seconds. The childish diaper-shaped bulge in his short was humiliatingly prominent. The top of his pink sissy diaper protruded extensively out above the waistband of his shorts, causing him to tug down his shirt apprehensively in the futile hope he could avoid a wardrobe malfunction. The crinkles could be heard a mile away, even over group conversations. And on top of it all, the diaper was so thick between his legs that he had to walk with a slight waddle, which made him look even more like a toddler. Retaining his dignity was now hopeless. It had been revoked permanently and decisively. People no longer even pretended to hide the fact that they were laughing at him as they passed. One nerdy-looking girl he had seen in Chemistry class even stepped out from the group to deliver a powerful SMACK to his pitifully padded bottom. He gave a yelp as a trickle of pee escaped into the soft cotton and he stumbled forward. The girl’s friends chortled as she went back to the group and loudly proclaimed “Yeah, the baby’s wearing a diaper now!” “Awwww!” the girls all cried. He hung his head in shame. Finally, at long last, Kim and her friends pulled up to pick Ron up in a red sports car. He climbed into the back seat next to Kim and she put her arm around him, cooing and taunting him. “Aww, is the widdle baby used to his new diapers yet?” “A- actually,” he stammered, “they seem to be very conspicuous, and I wish I was wearing something more discree-“ “Uh uh uh,” Kim scolded condescendingly. “Little beta boys like you don’t get to decide what diapers you need to wear. No more complaining!” With that, Kim took out a large adult-sized pink pacifier and shoved it into Ron’s face. The girls laughed while Ron sank in the seat, sucking his binky despondently. Ron glanced over and saw that Kim was wearing a key around her neck. She noticed his quizzical expression. “Oh don’t worry little bitchboy, I don’t actually plan on putting your little babydick in a cage. As far as I’m concerned, diapers are your chastity device,” she winked. “This is more of a symbolic thing. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea when they see me walk in with you. I want it to be clear to everyone that you’re not capable of fucking me, and that as far as sex is concerned, I’m open to the advances of more capable males” Ron’s head spun. At length they pulled up to a popular nightclub that was popular among students at the various colleges in the area. Ron sat up and looked out the window, concerned that he would be conspicuously diapered in front of cute girls from multiple universities, turning his humiliation and emasculation into a cross-campus affair. “Th- this is where we’re going?” he asked nervously. “Yes,” Kim said decisively. “And if you stay on good behavior, I might not make you keep that binky in your mouth when we go in there.” They all got out of the car, with Ron looking around sheepishly. “H- how long do we have to stay here?” “Oh, you know,” Kim said seductively, swinging her hips as she walked slowly up to Ron and whispered into his ear, “Just long enough for me to find a real man who can do to me what you never could.” Ron gulped. As they entered the club, all eyes fell upon them. The nearby girls all noticed Ron, prompting a series of sneers and snickers and giggles. Ron looked down and realized with shock that his shirt was no longer covering the top of his diaper, and he furtively tried to fix himself even though it was already too late. All the guys in the area, however, noticed Kim. She was dressed in a revealing black dress that tightly crossed down from her shoulders over her ample breasts, barely covering her nipples and allowing them to be seen from all sides. Her ass was practically bursting out the back of the dress. It was so tight you could see every movement and every curve. Her soft, smooth back was visible as well, and her hair was done immaculately. Leering, lustful gazes fell upon her as she strut around, confident in her sex and in her body. Sam and Stacy milled about on their own mission for amorous activities. Ron sat himself at the bar, trying to pretend like he didn’t exist as the girls around him continued to giggle and point and laugh. Every place these days always plays the music way too loud, he thought to himself while the sound system in the club relentlessly beat a migraine into his head. But for once, it was more of a blessing than a curse, because he didn’t want to hear all the people around him who might be making fun of the obvious diaper he was wearing, or making fun of the fact that he came in with a girl wearing a key around her neck who was very clearly on the hunt for another man. Ron watched Kim, a pang of jealousy consuming him as he yearned for the attractive body bursting out of that beautiful, slutty dress. His heart started racing as he saw her stop, turn her hear, and look someone up and down. There was a tall, muscular man leaning against the wall by the pool table on the far side of the room. Without missing a beat, Kim marched over to him with a seductive swagger, and then started chatting him up. Ron began examining the man from afar. The man seemed very interested in Kim himself and made no secret of the fact that he was eyeing her goods. He looked like he worked out regularly and he had nearly a foot on Ron. If they stood side by side, Ron would probably look much like a child next to this towering specimen. Ron couldn’t help but notice that the man had a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans – and for a very different reason than Ron did. He was very clearly packing, and Kim had clearly noticed, because she was getting extremely flirty and her face was slightly flushed. Ron was feeling less like a man and more like a sissy with every passing moment. Kim and the stranger were doing some very heavy flirting over there. At one point the man squeezed her arm and she smile, causing Ron to wince in pain and jealousy. His heart fell when Kim took the man by the arm and started leading him over to Ron. “H- hello,” he nervously waved to the man, failing to act casual. As he did so, Sam and Stacy waltzed over with boy candy of their own – both men also taller and more muscular than Ron, to his dismay. “Here Stan!” Kim said cheerily. “This is the guy! Say hello to Stan, lil cuckie! I was just telling him about how you still wet your diapers from time and time, and how as my boyfriend you may need another man to help you fulfill some duties you’re not equipped to handle yourself.” The man’s expression was even and unflappable. Ron, on the other hand, had never felt more self-conscious in his life. Knowing smiles crossed Sam and Stacy’s faces. Their boy toys didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything other than the backsides of the girls towing them around. “O- oh, uh, I dunno if I would go that far…” Ron mumbled through a blush. “Oh yeah?” Kim said. “You sure about that? Wanna whip it out and measure yours against Stan’s right now? How do you think that one’s gonna go?” Sam and Stacy laughed in exasperated fashion. A hint of a smile danced across Stan’s face. “I- I- uh, never mind,” Ron said. Kim clucked her tongue. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, little man. Come on. Sam and Stacy have already found their hookups for tonight, and they’re riding home with them. Lucky you! You’re coming with Stan and I to my place!” The idea of seeing where Kim lived had long been a fantasy of Ron’s. But now he was going to have to come to grips with the reality that his first visit there was going to be him tagging along as the third wheel while Kim brought home a bigger man. Kim held Stan’s hand and bluntly gestured for Ron to follow, and the three walked out as Sam and Stacy Oooooh’d after them. As they walked out of the club, Kim whispered something inaudible to Stan, and he chuckled. Ron’s cheeks burned. As they got to the car and Kim searched for the car keys, Stan lifted his hand and gave her fat behind a loud, hearty smack that echoed down the block. Surprised by the sudden motion, Ron let out a high-pitched yelp. Kim put a hand to her mouth and giggled like a schoolgirl. “Ohmigod, Stan, stahhhhhp,” she protested playfully. “You’re gonna scare my beta male boyfriend!” Kim stopped, and both her and Stan looked over at Ron as a loud psssssss filled the air. Kim burst out in laughter. “Oooops! Too late! Hahahaha!” Kim marched over to Ron as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Did you just piss yourself? Is that really your first reaction to a bigger man slapping your girl’s ass in front of you? You wet yourself?” She demanded. “N- n- no, I didn’t…” Ron knew it was useless to deny it, but couldn’t bring himself to admit it. Kim tugged his pants down then and there, exposing his diaper to people milling outside the club door. Loud laughs erupted from the crowds gathered there as Kim squeezed the crotch of Ron’s diaper in front of the whole world. “You did piss yourself!” she declared haughtily. “Pffft. Fucking pussy. Go on, get in the fucking car. Don’t even bother putting your pants back on, we’re just going to my place anyway. You can sit there in just your diaper the whole ride there.” Ron gulped and did as he was told, his eyes watering. Wordlessly, Stan got into the passenger seat next to Kim, and Kim – a devilish smile hiding behind her scolding expression – stuck a binky in Ron’s mouth and drove them to her place. Chapter 6 – Consummation of Emasculation Kim’s room was very neat and tidy, and splattered with soft whites and pastel pinks. The bed looked fluffy and soft as down. Ron imagined that resting on it would feel like lying on a cloud. Kim bit her lip and smiled as Stan firmly and confidently pulled her in behind him. Kim, in turn, was firmly pulling in Ron. With every step, Ron waddled a bit, the bulk of his damp and swollen diaper squelching and crinkling between his legs. It was a constant and insistent reminder of his status of revoked masculinity. He had not been allowed to put his pants back on to hide the shame of the diaper, and he was embarrassed to walk around with his wet Pampers visible to both Kim and Stan. As they neared the bed, Kim glanced back at Ron and winked. “We should decorate your dorm room with girly colors just like this, shouldn’t we, little sissy?” Ron winced through his pacifier and looked down to the ground, marveling at how massive his swollen diaper had become. “I bet Stan’s room isn’t like this though,” Kim taunted. “You know why? Because he’s a real man.” She let go of Ron, placed her hands on Stan, bit her lip, and softly implored, “Why don’t you show him, babe?” Stan smiled and smoothly removed his pants. Kim put her hand to her mouth and exclaimed “Ohhhh!” with an open-mouthed smile ten miles wide. Ron timidly glanced towards Stan’s crotch and whelped in surprise. It was even more massive than he had imagined. Stan’s veiny, thick, fully erect, throbbing nine inch cock stood inches from where Kim stood. Ron’s knees buckle, and with dismay he felt the floodgates give way again. Pssssssssssssssss Kim looked over at Ron and laughed. “Did you really just wet yourself as soon as you saw his cock?” She walked back over to him condescendingly and put a hand over the front of his diaper. “Awww, is the widdle boy intimidated by how much bigger the real man’s cock is?” Ron whimpered as he continued to wet himself. He felt tiny trickles of pee start to run down his legs and puddle at his feet as the soaking wet diaper began to leak. Ron glanced at Stan’s crotch, and saw his girthy, erect penis, ready to ravage Kim at a moment’s notice. He winced and looked down at his own crotch. But there was nothing there but the piteous, pink, sexless bulge of his wet girly princess Pampers. “That’s nature trying to tell you something, little beta boy,” Kim cooed. “Pantswetting is a sign of submission. Nature is trying to tell you that your place is on the bottom. You were meant to submit to being cucked by stronger, bigger men. Admit it. Tell me you’re a pantswetting beta cuck.” Ron sniffed. He hadn’t even realized he’d started crying. “I- I’m a pantswetting beta cuck.” “Tell me that you’re not man enough to fuck me.” “Kim, I’m not man enough to fuck you.” “Tell me I should let Stan fuck me, because he’s a real man and you’re not.” “Y- You should let Stan fuck you because he’s a real man and I’m not.” “Now ask him to fuck me for you.” Ron was mortified, but he did what he was told. He glanced sheepishly towards Stan and said, “Stan, please fuck my girlfriend for me. I’m not big enough to penetrate her, and I’m not man enough to fuck her the way she deserves to be fucked.” “Good boy!” Kim exclaimed. “And I’m really proud of you for being willing to elaborate for him and admit all of that to him without me having to tell you to.” She then man-handled Ron into a chair overlooking the bed, and pushed him and his soaking wet diaper down into it with an emasculating and infantilizing squeeeelch. Then she walked back over to Stan, stood in front of him, and bit her lip. Stan did not hesitate for long. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and deftly pulled it up over her head, then unclipped her bra and thrust it aside. Ron sat with his mouth gaping in awe at the beauty of her bare womanly form. Kim’s chest was flushed with anticipation and her smile was widening. Her ample breasts jiggled tantalizingly in the air. Her thick, round, massive ass jut out from the rest of her body, extremely attractive but also a painful reminder to Ron of how his small penis was not big enough to make is past. Kim swiveled her hips seductively, begging for Stan to take control of her, overcome her, and violate her. Stan grabbed her around the waist and practically threw her onto the bed. She squealed in excitement as she hit the soft bed back-first, her legs flying into the air and her smiling face red as a beat. For his own part, Ron was hard as a rock watching his crush turned cuckoldress girlfriend get thrown around like it was nothing, but his hard-on was so miniscule it didn’t even make an impression in his pink, bulky diaper. Despite how dismayed he was that he wasn’t man enough to perform the act himself, watching everything play out was so arousing and humiliating at the same time. Ron had no doubt that his face was as red as Kim’s was. With a sly smile, Stan leveled his manly weapon, pointed it towards Kim’s womanly aperture, and lunged forward. As Stan’s massive cock penetrated her and slid deeper and deeper inside her, Kim’s eyes widen and a long, drawn-out, animalistic moan shuddered out of her lips. A moan of carnal and divine pleasure. The union of the two bodies was so beautiful, it was almost like Kim’s womanly parts were designed to take this massive cock. With a series of satisfied grunts, Stan began pumping his manhood in and out, which itself produced a loud squelching noise. Ron looked over and saw that Kim was soaking wet, practically dripping onto the bed as Stan had his was with her. As Stan rearranged her insides, Kim closed her eyes and bit her lip, moaning in ecstasy. Then she looked right into Stan’s eyes. “Breed me!” she practically shouted the words in between moans. Ron put a hand to his mouth, surprised at how extreme her dirty talk was getting. “Fucking cum inside me. Fill my fertile pussy with your fucking seed!” Kim leaned back and closed her eyes again. Then Stan started picking up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, and Kim’s mouth gaped open in an involuntary scream of pleasure. Her eyes opened, and they were bright as stars. Ron had never seen Kim this happy before. As Ron watched Stan’s massive cock mix up Kim’s insides, he became more and more intimately aware of his own puny cock’s inadequacy. Yearningly it pressed against the soft, damp cotton of his girly diaper, reminding him further of his revoked manhood. Feelings of emasculation and infantilization swept over him. He had forgotten what it was like to even pretend to be a man. He felt weak and helpless, and he lost what little control he had of his own body. He became mesmerized by the beautiful and erotic oscillation of the two bodies fucking in front of him, and all he could feel was his own petite, throbbing sissy cock. Suddenly, with no warning and a small yelp of surprise, Ron felt the seat of his massive diaper inexplicably fill with mess. He hadn’t even realized he was about to have an accident. He’d just cluelessly pooped his Pampers like a giant fucking baby, while watching another man fuck his girlfriend to bliss in front of him. Kim, despite her preoccupation with the agonizingly pleasurable fucking she was receiving, noticed. She looked up seductively, cocked her eyebrow, and moaned through gritted teeth, “That’s right, little tiny-cocked sissy bitch. Prove what a fucking beta male pussy you are. Fucking soil yourself like a pathetic fucking baby while a real man does what you were too much of a beta pussy to do!” Ron lifted himself slightly off the chair and cried out while pushing the rest of his mess into his diaper. He then let himself back down with a shuddering “Ohhhhh.” The mess squished underneath his weight, and he once again felt more like a giant fucking baby than he ever had. Ron looked back towards the carnal scene playing out in front of him, bit his lip, and clasped both of his hands over the front of his diaper. Ron then began to rub and hump faster and more furiously than he ever had in his life. The warm, wet, and squishy sensation that rubbed against his penis was heavenly. Ron gasped and continued humping, his eyes fixated on the two figures engaged in actual sex while he pitifully and furiously humped his full princess Pampers. The squelching and crinkling sound this made added to Ron’s humiliation, as he degraded himself while watching his crush get railed in glorious fornication. In between screams and moans, Kim glanced at Ron’s pathetic form of masturbation and gave a pitying chuckle, then turned her wide eyes back to the muscly man in front of her churned her insides like he was making butter. “A tiny, impotent beta male like you could never breed me like a real man could,” she gasped in Ron’s general direction, as Stan continued to pound her. “Your puny little baby-dick could never measure up to a real man’s lumber. Your pitiful, watery, piddling beta dribbles could never be a match for a real man’s potent seed. Ohhhhhh yes, Stan, breed me!” All too soon, Ron squealed and writhed as he sissygasmed in his Pampers once again, spurting his beta cummies right into his diaper – where they belonged. Kim laughed and spat “Fucking prejac” in contempt of Ron’s lack of stamina. Ron watched dejectedly as Kim continued to writhe and moan under Stan’s unfaltering assault for eternities on end. Suddenly, Kim opened her eyes wide, arched her back, and opened her mouth wide in a deep moan of ecstasy, her nether regions squirting voluminously on Stan’s cock and soaking the bed. But while he slowed down slightly to allow Kim a chance to recover, Stan never actually stopped. He kept going, and picked up the pace again while Kim rolled her head around, her eyes glazed over with sacred satisfaction. Seeing the depths of the pleasure in Kim’s climactic orgasm brought new life to Ron’s feeble member. As Stan’s unceasing rhythm continued to elicit moans out of Kim, Ron once again clutched his hands over the front of his soft, moist, messy diaper and began pleasuring himself to his own degradation again. He rubbed and moaned as he watched Kim writhe with orgasm after orgasm, while Stan was barely breaking a sweat. Ron looked down at his diaper as he rubbed it frantically, and whimpered in emasculated woe at the princesses on his girly diaper look back up at him, mocking him and his lost dignity. Once again, all too soon, Ron cried out in a shameful spasm of euphoria as he sissygasmed in his Pampers again, then sank back and watched his girlfriend getting dicked down on the bed. At long last, with a shuddering shout of pride, Stan seized up and thrust himself deep into Kim. Her eyes widened in rapture and her mouth lay half-open in loving felicity as Stan came deep inside her. Stan withdrew his cock with a squelch from Kim’s nether regions with a satisfied grunt. Kim lay there for a second, savoring the endorphins flooding her brain for a moment. Ron watched as some of Stan’s seed oozed out from inside her and trickled down her body. Kim looked over to Ron with a condescending smirk. She then sat up and leaned over to where Stan was standing by the bed. She licked the tip of his cock clean, then kissed it gently. The two then made out passionately, with Ron whimpering in the cuck corner. Chapter 7 – Pity Play After exchanging numbers and cheery goodbyes, Stan left to catch an Uber home, leaving just Ron and Kim alone in her room. She looked up at him with raised eyebrows, plucked the pacifier out of his mouth, and asked teasingly, “Was that everything you could have ever imagined or hoped for, my widdle cucky boyfriend?” Ron blushed, bit his lip, and nodded furiously. Kim smirked knowingly. “I noticed you were…having an absolute blast in your messy diapers while the real man got to work on me, lil bitchboy. It’s hilarious that you’re so used to wetting and messing yourself like a fucking baby at this point that you weren’t even bothered by the fact that you had a complete blowout in your widdle diapee. You started messing yourself like a toddler, but didn’t even hesitate for a moment. It didn’t stop you for even a second from continuing to rub your pathetic little beta clitty to the sight of a real man fucking your girlfriend the way you never could. I take it you’re very used to sitting in your wet and messy diapers now, aren’t you, widdle diaper baby?” Ron choked back a sob and nodded. “Of course you are. It’s only natural that a weak little beta male like yourself would regress and lose control in the presence of a superior alpha bull. In the wake of getting cucked. Of being absolutely emasculated and humiliated. Just as you have so thoroughly relinquished your feeble grasp of manhood, so too have you relinquished your claim to adulthood. You’re nothing but a helpless little bitch-baby who still needs his mommy to change his Pampies, aren’t you?” Ron gulped. “Yes Kim. I’m a helpless little bitch-baby who still needs my mommy to change my Pampies. I’ll always be in Pampies and I’ll never be a real man.” Kim’s eyes widened. “Is that so? Good boy.” She leaned in. “You learn so quickly. I’m so happy to see you so willing to accept your place, to be honest about where you belong and who you are. I’m happy to see that you have been taking in and understanding the things that I’ve been teaching you. I no longer even have to dictate to you the kinds of things you should be saying – you know in your heart what you should say. Because you know it’s true. You’ve been trying to overcome your wimpy widdle bladder problem and your widdle potty training issue forever, and deep down you know if that you’re such a weak, inferior excuse for a man that you haven’t figured it out by now, then you probably shouldn’t even bother anymore. The smart thing for you to do is to accept your life in diapers, and consequently your life as the little pussy-free beta cuck you were always meant to be.” Kim kissed Ron on the forehead, then on the cheek. Ron shuddered with longing and arousal. Kim smiled and said, “Do you want a taste, widdle boy? I’m so proud of you, I think you’ve earned it.” Then, to Ron’s immense surprise, she leaned in and put her mouth on his, and their tongues met. The kiss was so beautiful Ron nearly wept. He had thought kisses like these from Kim had forever fallen out of his reach. Ron put his hands around Kim and rested them on her perfect ass. Kim, for her part, reached around and gave Ron’s full diaper a couple hearty pats, smooshing the mush in and resulting in a high-pitched whelp from Ron. Kim snickered, and continued wrapping her arms around Ron in a tight hug with her hands on the seat of his diaper, pressing it in. “That’s right, little baby bitch boy,” she murmured. “Feel that messy diaper. Feel what a weak, helpless little man-baby you are. Never forget you’re my little diaper-messing beta cuck who still needs Pampers.” After a few moments of passionate kissing, Kim drew back and smiled seductively at Ron. “We both know that your puny little dick isn’t capable of real sex with a woman, even if you hadn’t completely fucking soiled yourself like the pathetic man-baby you are. But because you were SUCH a good little cuck today, I want to reward you for so gracefully submitting to the superior bull and requesting him to give me the fucking I deserve. Consider this a little positive reinforcement to encourage you to continue submitting to any bulls I may recruit and to remember your place.” Kim laid down on her stomach on the bed. Her ass jiggled invitingly. Ron’s mouth watered. Kim smirked. “You’re not man enough to fuck me. But does the widdle baby wanna make his widdle beta humpies on mommy’s ass through his wet and messy diaper?” Ron couldn’t believe his luck. Although, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder about how not too long ago, he had actually believed he’d had a chance of fucking Kim like a real man. It was amazing how far he’d fallen, and amazing that such a humiliating and belittling offer now seemed like an unexpected blessing. He nodded furiously and stammered, “Y- Yes, mommy, please let me hump your beautiful ass through my wet and messy diaper. I’m not man enough to fuck you like a real man, so beta humpies are all I’m capable of.” Kim smiled, almost affectionately. “Good boy! Then come over here, little boy. Show me how desperate and pathetic a pussy-free beta cuckold you are.” Ron climbed atop Kim’s body like a man dying of thirst, crawling his way to a sparkling oasis. He mounted Kim with a quivering lip and a squelching, bulging diaper. His arms shaking ever so slightly, he lowered his pathetically padded crotch onto the ample pillow of Kim’s ass. He shuddered in anticipation and – with a patronizing giggle from Kim – he started furiously humping her. As Ron began panting, desperate to gulp down air so that his body could continue his frenzied humping, Kim chuckled and said “I bet this is basically what it would feel like if you tried to fuck me without the diaper. See? Baby-dicked beta wimps like you should all stay diapered for ‘sex,’ because the girl can never feel you anyway.” Ron let out a long, drawn out moan as he continued. Kim smiled evilly. “Awww, lookit you, pretending to be a real man. I know, I’ll help you fantasize by saying the kinds of things girls probably said to you when you tried to fuck them before I put you back in diapers.” Her voice got lower in volume and rose in pitch as she asked in an affected voice, “Is it in yet?” Ron moaned out between his whimpers and grunts, “No, mommy, my tiny dick’s too small to get it in.” Kim giggled. “There’s my good, honest little boy. So submissive, so weak-willed, and so malleable. Without even realizing it, you’ve begun sexualizing your own failures, short-comings, and lack of masculinity. You used to get aroused by the thought of sexual conquest, by the thought of taking charge and having your way with me. Now your only source of arousal is your own humiliation, emasculation, and infantilization. There’s no going back. You will never be manly again. So go ahead. Cum your diapers for mommy.” Ron started humping faster and faster as he got closer and closer. Kim just lay there, grinning mischievously. “Diapers will be all you ever know. You will forever be a beta cuck, back in Pampers where you belong. You will never cum inside of a woman. Your beta cummies don’t belong in my pussy. You should only ever spurt your pathetic beta cummies in your pink princess Pampers.” After less than a minute of pathetic humping, Ron screamed out in bliss and came in his diapers yet again. His body went limp on top of Kim’s as he gasped doggedly for breath. Kim murmured in amusement, “Hm, that’s the closest thing to sex you’ll ever be capable of, little boy.” Chapter 8 – Regression and Reinforcement Soon after Ron’s first – but most definitely not his last – night being cucked by Kim, he abandoned his dorm and moved his things into a spare room Kim had for him. Kim made sure to adorn it with many babyish decorations and lots of pastel pink things, to cement in Ron’s mind his new place in life. From his new room, Ron could also hear any … activities that were going on between Kim and other men in her room, in the event that Ron was not actively watching the deed being done. However, he usually was watching. Kim made sure of it. Several months came and went, and they brought amazing changes to Ron’s body and mind. Ron was never out of diapers anymore. It was quite an adjustment – he had never considered how much time constantly changing his diaper (or having Kim change his diaper) would consume. Keeping his supplies on hand and finding private bathrooms wherever he went was an interesting new challenge. But, as Kim said, “When you potty your pants like a baby, you wear diapers like a baby.” Ron continued to have accidents in his Pampers with increasing frequency, which demoralized him and caused him to attempt to make it to the bathroom less frequently. As a result, Ron’s bladder had grown even smaller, His urethral sphincters atrophied from being relaxed and unused indefinitely. In Ron’s mind, awareness of how full his bladder is or whether he needed to go had faded gradually from his mind, as relieving himself became less and less of an issue he had control over. He felt more helpless and juvenile than he ever had before and had almost forgotten that life used to be any different over time. And after months of Kim wrapping him in pink diapers and making him wear frilly dresses at the house, his sense of masculinity had been replaced with one of femininity, of gentleness and sensuality. He was still loath to admit it, but there was something … alluring about it all. Nowadays, Ron constantly trickled pee into his thick, thirsty Pampers constantly, often without even realizing he was doing it. Sometimes, Kim would reach down to feel the front of his diaper, and tease him about how wet he was, and Ron would look up in shock, never having noticed his own humiliating accidents. His bladder control, of course, was not the only thing that had regressed. Once or twice a day, Ron would be startled by the humbling realization that he had begun emptying the contents of his bowels into the seat of his diapers, without even realizing he had begun doing so. He would only notice as he felt his pampers grow heavy and the mush building up against his rear. If he was not at home, this would mean immediately fleeing to a nearby restroom. At home, however, Kim would often go to great lengths to prolong his disgrace, including making him sit in the mess he’d made. “You pooped your pants, so now you can sit in it!” she would say tauntingly. Ron was ashamed to admit to himself that these moments were arousing for him. Kim had been right. She had completely required his brain to sexualize his failures. His inadequate manhood, his mortifying incontinence, his new status as a cuckold – all these things were arousing to him, and they were constantly on his mind. He only ever came in his diapers now – partially because he was always in them, and partially because he was a cuck and Kim only ever let him cum in them. But he thought about his diapers as often now as he used to think about seducing Kim and having his way with her. He was now completely and irreversibly diaper-brained. Kim had a pink, glittery vibrator wand at home that she often used to force Ron to have an orgasm in his diaper after he had filled it, no matter what he had been doing. As a result, Ron was cumming his damp and messy diapers on a constant basis. The time it took Kim to bring Ron to climax was becoming shorter and shorter. His puny discharges became smaller and weaker as his balls were continuously emptied into his Pampers. Ron was being forced to sissygasm in his diapers so frequently throughout the day, that his erections had become softer and weaker over time, and getting it up had became more and more difficult. At this point, he was essentially cumming his Pampers limp all the time, because he just didn’t have it in him to het it up, no matter how aroused he was. It was just one more shadow of his former masculinity that was fading away. Kim had taken notice of the fact that he was permanently soft now, and began calling him her “sweet little limp-dicked loser.” His manhood was gone. Just like his bowel control. While these days he usually couldn’t tell before he was about to have an accident, there were sometimes exceptions. Kim was driving them both back home from the university after their long day of classes. Kim was humming to something on the stereo that Ron didn’t recognize and didn’t care for, and Ron was lazily looking out the window. He had miraculously kept his diaper dry since Kim had changed him after lunch. Had kept himself dry. As the stereo switched songs and a speed bump jolted Ron out of his reverie, a quiet psssssss broke the silence between tunes. Kim snorted with amusement and gave the front of Ron’s diaper a patronizing pat with one hand. Ron pouted in the passenger seat, his lower lip quivering slightly. Then his eyes widened as he noticed a tell-tale pang from deep within his stomach. He summoned the courage to speak up. “U- uuum, Kim? I’m about to have an accident. Could you please pull over so I can go to the bathroom?” She smirked. “Don’t you mean ‘so I can go potty?’” She asked in a mocking tone. “Y- yes, mommy. Please pull over, ‘cause I have to go potty.” “Silly little beta boy, you already went potty in your widdle Pampers. Awww, did you not notice again?” “No!” Ron blurted, turning beet red. “I know I wet myself just now, but that’s not what I mean. I have to poop, and if you don’t pull over I’m gonna have another accident.” “Ohhhhhhh, is that it?” Kim said knowingly. She casually glanced sideways at Ron and bluntly ordered, “Go in your pants, bitch.” “W- what?” Ron said. He couldn’t blush any more than he already was. “B- but I know I have to go. There’s a bathroom right there, if you just-“ “Did I stutter, little bitchboy?” Kim cut in decisively. “You wear diapers for a reason. If you’re such a toddler that you can’t hold your bowels for the 10 minutes it takes to get home, then you don’t deserve to use the potty like a big boy. You’re not a big boy.” She affected her mocking tone again. “You’re a widdle poopy-pants diaper baby.” Ron quivered and writhed in his seat, desperately trying to hold on to his last ounce of dignity against all odds. Kim’s even gaze never left the road. “You’ve already pissed your widdle Pampers like the big baby you are. So what’s the difference? You mind as well poop your Pamps too. You’re gonna need your mommy to change your diapee when you get home either way. Stop pretending to be a big boy, because you’re clearly not. If you like going potty in your diapers so much, you mind as well keep doing it.” She glanced at him again and curtly repeated, “Go in your pants, bitch.” Ron looked away and tried to suffer through the building urges for a brief moment more. But his will to fight the urges had been broken by the dressing-down Kim had given him, and he decided to stop fighting and do as he was told. With tears in his eyes and a howl of anguish and dismay, he lifted himself slightly off the seat and started to push. With a loud bluuuuuurt of flatulence Ron pushed a massive, steaming mess into the seat of his Pampers. The warm mess spread underneath him as his diaper expanded significantly. He kept filling his diaper as much as he could until he couldn’t anymore. His diaper was completely packed. With a sobbing gasp of relief, Ron shuddered and sat himself back into his seat. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet trill of satisfaction as he sank his butt into his own mess, even as tears continued streaming from his eyes. “There,” Kim said. “See? You try to pretend, but I know full well that you like it.” After they had entered the apartment, Ron’s tears stopped but his face remained flush. He knew the drill, and despite his dismay he was teeming with anticipation. Whenever Ron debased himself like this by soiling himself, Kim would make sure to … stimulate him afterwards. She called it “positive reinforcement.” Whatever it was, Ron’s brain had been rewired to experience arousal and horniness after he had messed his pants. But while Kim did immediately tow him into her room, she sat him on the bed more gently than usual. She did not immediately walk over to the drawer and pull out the pink, glittery vibrator wand she typically used to reward him for soiling himself or for being a good cuckold. Instead she looked down at him steadily, until at last she began to speak. “I have news for you, Ron. I took a test the other day. It was positive. I’m pregnant. My bull impregnated me.”
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    Last weekend my roommate was out of town and I was already doing laundry leading to my wettest weekend yet!! I started by holding from noon to midnight, humping my wand and drinking almost 2L. I wanted so badly to leak... but I have a truly iron bladder and just kept holding on as I edged myself cross-eyed. Finally, I came around 1am and absolutely soaked my sheets pissing afterwords. It felt so good to keep pushing out cum and piss as I got release in jeans and my sheets and the extra towel. The way it gushed up the back of my pants and pooled by my mid-back was a wonderfully new sensation! I was so tired at that point I committed to continuing to bedwet throughout the night and finish this laundry quickly in the morning before my roommate got home. Good thing, too, because not 5 minutes later I was already gushing and adding to the puddle. I was so tired and distended I was finally getting the leaks I wanted! I even woke up in the morning peeing and it barely registered through my brain due to my already soaked boxers and crotch. It felt so good to just let the warm piss pool around my stomach and thighs as I ground my click into the mattress beneath me... Pulled off the wet jeans and pulled on my tightest shorts over my wet boxers before starting to change the bed. I still had time before my roommate came home so I chugged my water bottle again and let myself wet twice more into my laundry- once standing in all the ruined sheets into the already wet boxers and damp shorts, and once to add a little extra water to my washing machine when it was time to finally clean up. IMG_0433.HEIC
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  17. Wet Weekend Laundry View File Last weekend my roommate was out of town and I was already doing laundry leading to my wettest weekend yet!! I started by holding from noon to midnight, humping my wand and drinking almost 2L. I wanted so badly to leak... but I have a truly iron bladder and just kept holding on as I edged myself cross-eyed. Finally, I came around 1am and absolutely soaked my sheets pissing afterwords. It felt so good to keep pushing out cum and piss as I got release in jeans and my sheets and the extra towel. The way it gushed up the back of my pants and pooled by my mid-back was a wonderfully new sensation! I was so tired at that point I committed to continuing to bedwet throughout the night and finish this laundry quickly in the morning before my roommate got home. Good thing, too, because not 5 minutes later I was already gushing and adding to the puddle. I was so tired and distended I was finally getting the leaks I wanted! I even woke up in the morning peeing and it barely registered through my brain due to my already soaked boxers and crotch. It felt so good to just let the warm piss pool around my stomach and thighs as I ground my click into the mattress beneath me... Pulled off the wet jeans and pulled on my tightest shorts over my wet boxers before starting to change the bed. I still had time before my roommate came home so I chugged my water bottle again and let myself wet twice more into my laundry- once standing in all the ruined sheets into the already wet boxers and damp shorts, and once to add a little extra water to my washing machine when it was time to finally clean up. IMG_0433.HEIC Submitter SunShower Submitted 07/13/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)  
  18. So I decided to smoke tonight because I’ve been having a hard time sleeping. I haven’t been high in a while and I forgot that when I smoke I get so horny and I want to wet. I’ve been holding for about 2 hours and I can’t tell how full I am, so I’m just going to keep holding and drinking water until I absolutely lose control, I’m also just hanging out in my bed so I might just not get up and wet the bed. I’ve been trying to have a genuine bed wetting but I just can’t seem to make that happen no matter how much I drink before I go to sleep!
  19. Monica woke up, blinking into bright sunshine coming through her window. It was a Sunday morning and Monica did not intend to get up early, ruining a good sleep-in. She turned around, away from the bright light. Her brand new white pyjamas felt great. She barely noticed the light satin fabric, it almost felt like being naked in her bed. For a moment, Monica thought about how it would feel to wet herself in it. She quickly discarded the thought. "I shouldn't wet the bed again, yesterday's bedding is not even dry yet.", Monica thought. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and began reading some news. However, her thoughts quickly returned to the idea of giving her new pyjamas a good soaking. She also felt her bulging bladder now. "I should get up and go pee, but it's so nice and warm here." Monica finished reading the day's news, changed the app and looked into her favourite mobile game, playing a few rounds, but she didn't really concentrate. "It would feel sooo good to just let go, but I don't want to wash the bed again." She changed apps again, starting another game. She didn't really like it, but played it out of habit. "Well - a single spurt won't hurt. I'll stop before the bed gets wet" Monica put the phone aside, laid on her back and relaxed. She felt the familiar sensation of falling into nothingness, although it was not as strong with bright daylight shining on her closed eyes. She could feel herself relaxing, feel pee moving inside her. She quickly clenched her muscles, but she was a little too fast, nothing got out. She tried again. Again that relaxing feeling, the feeling of pee starting to move. Again, she clenched her muscles, but again, her panties stayed dry. Another try. She relaxed. "I can just relax, it's not a big deal if it's a little too much". Patiently, she relaxed and waited even longer with the feeling of pee moving inside her. Finally, she felt a small trickle of pee escape into her panties. She clenched her muscles again, pushing a little more pee into her panties. "Wow - that felt great!" Monica slid her hand into her pyjama and fondled the crotch of her panties. She could feel the damp spot right in the middle of it. Surprisingly, it was quite small. She immediately went for a second spurt. She slowly relaxed and then immediately stopped it when she could feel the pee flowing. The damp spot grew a little and Monica felt confident that she could control this. Immediately after clenching to stop the flow, Monica relaxed again to start another spurt. It felt so good. Then she remembered that she actually wanted to wet her new pyjamas and slid her hand to the outside of her crotch. She relaxed again. Another short spurt escaped, but she still couldn't feel it on the outside. Obviously, she went for a longer spurt. She relaxed. Once she could feel the pee moving, she counted: "1, 2" She stopped the flow. Damn, that felt so good. There was a little wet patch on her pyjamas now, but Monica was hooked. She wanted more. She relaxed again, counted again: "1, 2, 3, 4". She had wanted count to five, but the flow was getting too strong and she vaguely remembered that she did not want to actually wet the bed. Her heart pounded heavily and the feeling of pee settling into the fabric of her panties and pyjamas felt so extremely good. Without a second thought, she released another stream of pee. "1, 2, 3". She stopped the flow again and enjoyed the feeling of pee running down her pussy. She didn't want to stop. "This time, I'll count to 10". Relax. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5". Her muscles clenched on their own. She felt drops of pee running down to her bum, wetting the back of her pyjamas. Still, she was not satisfied. She started another stream of pee, but this time, she didn't want to stop. She didn't count. She stopped the flow when she felt the back of her pyjamas getting really wet. Checking with her hand, she confirmed that the bed was already wet. "Fuck it, it's too late anyways". Monica released another stream of pee. She had planned to stop the flow again, but this time, she just didn't want to stop. She wanted the feeling of totally wetting her panties, pyjamas and bed. Her stream of pee increased and she could hear the pee flowing. The feeling was incredible. A pool of warm pee formed under her bum and slowly submerged her pussy, adding to the perfect feeling. Still peeing, Monica grabbed her breast with one hand and slid her other hand down into her panties, slowly caressing her soaked pussy. She stroked harder as her stream of pee ebbed off and climaxed even before she stopped peeing. Exhausted, Monica fell back onto her pillow. She relaxed again and let the remaining contents of her bladder flow through her panties and into her bed. Deeply satisfied, Monica lolled around in her puddle and let her pyjamas soak up more pee and get thoroughly wet. She could see the darker skin of her hardened nipples through the wet white fabric of her pyjamas. She caressed them a little and fondled her firm breasts with the wet pyjamas clinging to them. With her hand back in her pussy, she was about to come again, when her doorbell rang. "Damn it, not now" Monica's arousal was gone. Thinking of a mailman, Monica grabbed her bathrobe and put it over her sogging pyjamas. The pyjamas' legs were wet as well, but in the few seconds that the mailman had to hand over the package, he would not notice. Monica opened the door to find her sister in front of it.
  20. "5 hours, 5 damn hours, what the hell is Lilith doing outside of this apartment!?" That's what Alastor was thinking lying in bed in an apartment in heaven, Lilith took him with her to heaven because he was "her favorite toy". Today Lilith decided to go to the beach, but Alastor refused, so as punishment Lilith locked him in the apartment and ordered him not to get out of bed until she told him he could leave. Now Alastor is bored in bed, he has lost count of how many times he has been asleep and awake, this is so boring... He lies face up looking at the ceiling of the apartment, his thoughts are vague and fleeting, until a pang hits his bladder. Alastor quickly gets up and lifts his shirt, oh, his bladder is very full... How did he not notice this before!? Is it because he was sleeping and waking up several times? Damn this is bad... Alastor looks around for any sign that Lilith will return soon, unfortunately his eyes go to the bathroom with the door wide open. The toilet is right in front of him, but he can't go, he can't get out of this damn bed until Lilith tells him he can. Another pang hits his bladder with the vision, Alastor lies roughly on the bed, whimpering how cruel this is and how he hates Lilith for it. He writhes on the bed like a worm that has been exposed to the midday sun, moaning quietly about how much he needs to go. To make matters worse, he's only wearing black underwear and his usual shirt without his blazer. Because Lilith thought that Alastor's embarrassment at being "exposed" with so little clothing was Ilario. Alastor covers himself with the sheets and holds himself like a child, shaking legs turning from one side to the other whining "bathroom". This is so childish... Alastor feels so vulnerable now, Lilith is one of the few who has this effect on him, No matter how hard he tries, everything about her makes him degrade into a cute child desperate for some relief. The fact that he didn't know when Lilith would return It's just torturous. 1 hour passes 6 hours, who spends 6 hours on a damn beach!? Didn't she think Alastor might get bored or even needy!? this is cruel- Oh no... Noooooooooo no no no no this kind of thinking is so shameful. Alastor's bladder is already at the point of throbbing, he looks at the bathroom and groans in pain from the torture of being able to see but not being able to go... Their ears fall back on their heads, he turns from one side to the other moaning Lilith's name, it's the only thing he can think of to keep from thinking about the bathroom. - Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith... - Did you call me dear? His ears perked up, surprise and embarrassment hit his face at the same time, He looks up and sees Lilith, standing right in front of him, wearing sunglasses, a bikini and a sun hat. Al's face is red, and his eyes are so wide he looks like he's seen a ghost. - Oh, my little deer need to use the potty? The red on Al's face gets even stronger, he doesn't know what to do, he spent an hour complaining about what he was going to do to Lilith when he saw her, but now that he is actually face to face with her, he only manages to lower himself again... Lilith sits in the center of the bed, and pulls the covers off Alastor, throwing them off the bed. Alastor is sweaty, holding his crotch like the world depends on it, and his ears flatten again while his face shakes and small tears start to form in the corners of his eyes. Lilith holds Alastor's waist and places him on her lap, humming softly while stroking Al's ears. Another pang hits Alastor's bladder, this is cruel, his bladder is already throbbing with the need to be released. Lilith then starts playing with Al's horns, this is one of Al's erogenous zone, that's not fair! A low moan comes out of Alastor out of his control as he tightens his hold on his crotch. Lilith laughs and starts scratching Al's horns, which would be amazing if he wasn't about to pee his pants. A wave of need for pleasure hits him, as if it wasn't enough Lilith whispers to him: - Baby deer, do you need the potty? Alastor's face turns to Lilith's, and sees a serene and calm face, so peaceful and motherly. It's painful, too painful, he ends up seeing the bathroom again, and then his entire sense of dignity shatters. - ... yes... - Uhhh??? did I not hear you right? what did you say? Alastor trembles, this is shameful, he knows what Lilith wants to hear, and deep down, he also wants to say it, but still... He groans and swallows hard, and takes a deep breath before speaking. - y-yes m-mommy... His ears couldn't be lower, and his face redder. - Ok ok baby. Lilith snaps her fingers and suddenly Alastor's underwear disappears, and he finds himself sitting on a potty. His eyes dilate, that's... damn, that's embarrassing on the extreme level... Lilith lifts his face to hers with a finger, and smiles peacefully. - You can go now. - B-but... Everything will leak on the bed- - Oh my baby, I can clean up later, don't worry! Alastor groans in pain, he needs to go so bad, he's going to explode, but, peeing in a chamber pot? and in front of Lilith!? What would others think!?... Lilith gives Al a sudden kiss on the forehead, that was the last straw, all of Alastor's barriers break and pee starts to slowly come out of his crotch. - M-mommy!... Alastor speaks in a tearful tone, hugging Lilith and crying, Lilith continues stroking Al's ears and scratching his horns. Alastor is completely broken, he talks like a child and moans softly how much he needed to go, how evil Lilith was leaving him locked there for so many hours. Complaining about how long he had been holding this all in and how she had no consideration for him for not thinking he might need to go all this time It took almost a minute for all the liquid to be expelled by Alastor, it was dark yellow, Alastor doesn't drink much water apparently. Of course a child's potty couldn't hold it all, so it leaked almost all of it onto the white sheets of the bed, Alastor whimpers in pain as his aching bladder finally empties. He takes a deep breath and shakes as the last drops are expelled from his body. Lilith moves him a little away from her so she can see his face. Red, with tears, and embarrassed, but with obvious relief on his face. A rather sadistic smile forms on Lilith's face, she should do this more often...
  21. Sooo it's been a while since I've posted something on here. 😅 But I've been working on this for a while and it's to a point where I can slowly post. Well, the beginning at least hehe. In the meantime, for those who might know the story, Jillyverse hasn't been abandoned! New chapters will be posted to that soon. :3 While you're here, please enjoy Zoe's adventures~ I've certainly enjoyed writing them. xoxo, Avery *** Chapter One: The Letter Zoe couldn’t pay attention to what was happening in her no matter how hard she tried. The week had gone well enough, she managed to get through her classes, was sure that she had aced her exam in her Reference and Information Services class, had gone out with her friends the night before, but with the weekend rapidly approaching, Zoe was a bundle of nerves. She had no idea what possessed her to leave her parents a letter before she returned to school. Perhaps it was the thought of the upcoming holidays or the fact she just really needed to write things down, but confessing to her parents that she liked wearing adult diapers as a coping mechanism for anxiety in a letter suddenly felt like a horrible idea. Maybe they had never even found the letter. Nothing was said, after all, so maybe everything was okay. The first person to notice that something was bothering her was her roommate Angelina, who had been staring hard at her a few days prior. It was like Zoe thought about the letter all the time, but when she wasn’t distracted well enough, it was all she could think of. “What’s wrong with you?” Angelina asked, jumping onto Zoe’s bed and cringing at the dull creak of protest it made at her sudden weight. “Nothing,” Zoe answered with a huff. “Oh, please,” Angelina said. “You’ve been staring at your computer screen for ages and haven’t scrolled even once.” She leaned over the top of Zoe’s laptop. “And you’re not even watching a movie, so…what gives?” Zoe could only shake her head in response, prompting a heavy, slightly frustrated sigh from Angelina. “Fine,” Angelina said, closing Zoe’s laptop with a sharp noise. “Then we’re going out. I’ll text the others.” Even though the last thing Zoe wanted to do was go out, she begrudgingly went. She was relieved that none of them questioned the slight waddle she had from the diaper she insisted on wearing out. Who knew that a simple dare during a game of Truth or Dare at a party would have led to this? At the end of class, Zoe checked her phone with a slight frown. After not hearing much from her parents all week, the only notification from her dad saying to be safe on her way home left her on edge. What were her parents thinking? The return home felt longer than usual. The clatter of the train’s wheels against the track seemed to be just as discordant as all of Zoe’s thoughts. The landscape blurred much like her racing thoughts. The closer she was to home, the more anxiety settled into Zoe’s entire being and she felt herself practically bristling with the anticipation of what could possibly be coming next. As the familiar landscape of her hometown came into view, Zoe felt herself dreading the thought of even entering her home. Slowly the trees and the rolling fields of rural America started to make way for the houses Zoe grew up with. As the train barreled into the suburbs of Zoe’s hometown, the long journey home nearly came to a close, and Zoe couldn’t help but heave a deep sigh. It meant that she only had around 10 minutes before her train would enter the station and she could feel herself at the edge of panic, a place she couldn’t say she was unfamiliar with. Zoe could feel the familiar waves of anxiety coursing through her body. As much as she didn’t want to be, she couldn’t help but become a little frustrated by herself. It felt as though her brain had decided to completely forget the years of therapy she had along with the grounding techniques she had learned. She had been diagnosed with anxiety for a long while, basically for as long as she could remember. Between her therapy and the techniques she learned, she had mostly found a rhythm that worked for her. She felt as though she had been doing a great job at keeping her anxiety at bay and keeping it mostly under control. In her humble opinion, even with all of the changes of university life, she had been keeping an excellent grasp on it. The things she learned helped keep most of her anxiety at bay most of the time, but unfortunately, today wasn’t one of those days. Today was different. As the train slowed down into the station, Zoe felt the burger she ate earlier weigh heavily in her stomach. She could feel her stomach twisting into even more painful knots, swirling its contents as if she was a cauldron and a witch was working on a bubbling brew. Zoe could feel the start of the coughs she tended to get when anxious and tried to push them back. She knew that if she started, it wouldn’t end well for her. It wouldn’t be the first time everything in her stomach decided to come back up from being too anxious, but the nausea was perpetual and wasn’t helping in the least. With a screech, the train came to a rolling stop and Zoe got up from her seat to disembark with the large crowd that was gathering at the doors. It wouldn’t be too long before she would arrive home. Zoe tried very hard to stop her little coughs that seemed nearly impossible to go away once they started as she disembarked. It was busy at the platform and in a daze, Zoe made her way through the massive throngs of people with her weekend bag in tow. No matter how much Zoe tried to be rational and think about what lay ahead, nothing seemed to make her feel better. Surely her parents had to have read her letter. After all, she had put it in a place that she knew they would find it. But what if they hated it? What if they hated her? As the tell-tale little coughs grew in their intensity and started to wrack her body, Zoe rushed out of the trainstation as quickly as she could. She made a beeline for the nearest bushes, deeply regretting her choice of greasy comfort food. Taking a sip from her water bottle to clear the taste from her mouth, Zoe made her way to the bus station in a far bigger daze. It was almost like she was looking at herself from above she thought as her mind began to wander as the worry of the fact she would be home soon took over. In fact, it felt like no time had passed at all before Zoe found herself back home. She was so caught up and lost in her thoughts that her body seemed to have malfunctioned and gone on auto-pilot. The next thing she knew she was standing at her parent’s doorstep in the outer neighborhoods of Topeka, Kansas. Zoe blinked a couple times as she wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up where she was. She vaguely remembered getting on her bus, but everything was a haze. Before Zoe could reach into her bag to fumble for her keys, the door opened and Zoe’s eyes shot up to meet the gaze of whoever dared to disturb her final moments of peace. “Hey, Zoe! You’re here,” Zoe’s mom said with a warm smile. She opened the door wide, beckoning for Zoe to enter and closing the door behind her. “You got back home just in time for dinner. Go drop your things off and wash your hands and join us in the dining room.” Zoe stared owlishly at her mother’s back as she disappeared into the dining room where the strong scents of dinner were wafting her way. It was all very strange, Zoe thought. She expected a completely different reaction from her mother – a tension that could be palpable and obvious. But instead, her mother was acting as if nothing was different and that she hadn’t laid out the most difficult letter of her life. Zoe didn’t understand. Dinner was mostly the same as usual, the air still very much the same as it usually was. Zoe could barely eat from her stress while conversations flowed around her like usual. She managed to give a quick rundown of how her week had been, but a lot of it came out in awkward stutters and jumbled thoughts. It was a sure sign that her anxiety was at an all time high, and her parents shared a knowing look but didn’t say a word. Everyone at home knew the moment her thoughts and words weren’t coming clearly meant that she was at the height of her anxiety. Zoe could feel Zara, her younger sister, staring at her questioningly, but didn’t ask what was wrong. Zoe had a love-hate relationship with her younger sister. It wasn’t always easy to deal with her, the age differences between the two of them somehow like a massive mountain at the ages of 19 and 14 respectively, but it was enough to drive a small wedge between them every so often. It wasn’t like things were anything like they were when they were both under 12. Becoming teenagers had changed everything. But the rule at home was that Zoe’s anxieties were not discussed during dinner, so Zara didn’t dare to ask what was going on. Zoe couldn’t say that she hated the rule and was especially grateful for it that night. At least it meant that she didn’t have to make up an excuse for why she was struggling so much. After dinner, Zoe’s mom cleared her throat, giving Zara a tight smile. “Zara, if you don’t mind, me and your father need to speak to Zoe. We would appreciate it if you went to your room,” she said sweetly, but with a tone that implied there would be no further questions. “And please don’t come back down until we say so, okay?” “Okay,” Zara said, slowly standing up from the table. When she was past her parents, she looked back at Zoe with another look and mouthed, “What did you do?” Zoe only shook her head in response, keeping her head low as her parents stood up and started to make their way to the living room. “Zoe? Come join us out here,” their mother said. “There’s something that we need to talk about.” Zara remained rooted to where she stood for just a moment, a look of silent glee crossing her face as the color drained from Zoe’s face. She didn’t care about the fact that Zoe felt like her lungs had an iron vice crushing them in and that someone was sitting on her chest making it difficult to breathe. All Zoe knew was the time she had been dreading had arrived and hot tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She was not ready. “Zara, go upstairs!” Zoe’s mom shouted, her tone a little sharper. “And Zoe, get over here.” But Zoe couldn’t move. It was as if she had forgotten how to control her brain which was malfunctioning to the point where she couldn’t move any of her limbs. All Zoe could do was focus on the soft hiccups that escaped her lips followed by her coughs as she slowly started to hyperventilate. She was distinctly aware of how she felt her dad’s strong arms wrapping around her, basically carrying her to the couch. As hot tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, Zoe found herself meeting the concerned and comforting gaze of her mother who pulled her in close, rubbing soft circles of her back. It was something that worked well when Zoe was a small child, and it still worked. The combined comfort of her dad’s soft spoken words mixed with the calm, steady heartbeat of her mother and her gentle back rubs slowly calmed her down. First Zoe’s breathing calmed and then, finally, the tears that flooded her eyes eventually stopped. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Zoe’s dad asked, meeting her somewhat more focused gaze over her mother’s shoulder. He studied her face closely, relieved to see that the wild-eyed panic had seemed to have subsided just a bit. “We’re so sorry, Zoe,” her mom continued gently. “If we had known you were this stressed out, we would have called or texted or something. We really appreciate the fact that you reached out to us.” Zoe’s mom gently pulled away, keeping her hands on Zoe’s shoulders to look at her at arm’s length. “But I also have to admit that we were both confused. And we were equally confused by your confusion. This just doesn’t come out of nowhere.” “Yeah, it wasn’t exactly something we expected,” Zoe’s dad added with a slight chuckle in his rich baritone. Suddenly Zoe’s mom shot up, glaring at something at the living room doorway. “Zara, for the love of God, if you’re not back upstairs in five seconds and stay there for the rest of the evening until I say so, so help me, your birthday won’t be for a very long time coming.” Zoe looked up at her mom with wide-eyes, but she shook her head in response. She sighed after a few moments before sitting back down. “Sorry about that, Zoe,” her mom said with a grimace. “I-I don’t want her to know,” Zoe stuttered out, a clear sign that her anxiety was still present and hadn’t gone away. “I understand that,” her dad answered. “And we won’t tell. We promise. But where does this come from, zoe?” “It…it calms me down,” Zoe admitted. “Clear sentences, love,” Zoe’s mom gently reminded her. “What does that mean?” Taking a deep breath, Zoe continued without her persistent stutter. “It all started with a stupid game of Truth or Dare. My dorm had a party just before mid-terms because we were all stressed. We just wanted to do something fun because studying sucked. I didn’t realize how hard classes were going to be, so when I found out there was going to be a party, I took it. There was no drinking, I promise,” Zoe added quickly. “Anyway, everything was fine. We were just playing music but then someone suggested we play Truth or Dare. “I wasn’t even the first person to get the dare, but someone on the floor thought it would be funny to send some of the others samples of diapers since all they asked for was an address and and e-mail, so it was like a prank. We all thought it was funny, and I think just about everyone on the floor received them at some point, some more than others with just a letter in their name changed or something. So, when it came to be Jeremy’s turn to make a dare, he told Adriana to wear one of the diapers. I believe around half of us were wearing them at one point, but then when it came back around to me, Laura told me to use it.” “Did you?” Zoe’s mom interrupted with alarm, eyes growing wide as saucers as Zoe’s face turned bright red. “No!” Zoe said quickly. “Not in front of the others.” “So you did later?” “Not right away,” Zoe admitted, her face growing impossibly more red. “I kept the one from the party and just started putting it on to wear it while in my room. It, uhm…it just made me feel safe because of how snug it felt. It felt like it was holding me together like a hug almost.” Zoe took a deep, shuddering breath. She was still overly anxious by the entire situation even though her parents weren’t reacting nearly as negatively as she feared. “I don’t know why, but they give me a sense of safety and comfort,” Zoe said, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, almost as if she was trying to emphasize the point. “It helps with my anxiety, but it was also stressing me out a lot because it was a secret. I felt like I needed to tell someone, and I didn’t know who to tell.” Zoe’s mom studied her for a brief moment before pulling her into a hug, rocking her gently as she did so. “We appreciate you telling us so much. Can we ask some question, though, love?” she asked, leaning back so that she could look at Zoe. “Uhm, I think so,” Zoe said quietly. “We’re just trying to understand you,” Zoe’s dad said, his tone reassuring. “It’s all a bit new to us and we thought a lot about your letter over the past week. We weren’t sure how we wanted to approach it, but we just didn’t – or don’t, rather – understand what all of this means for you. So, this is us trying to do that now.” “So, let’s start with the simple questions first,” Zoe’s mom interrupted. “How long have you been wearing them?” Zoe had to think a little before answering. “A while,” she admitted. “Almost two months now, I guess.” She grimaced at her parents eyes went wide. “So then you really started wearing them after your mid-terms?” “Yeah.” “Did you ever, uhm…wear them while you were here at home?” “No!” Zoe said quickly, shaking her head vigorously and feeling her face flush. “No, never. I was too scared that you’d find out,” she admitted in a voice barely higher than a whisper. “It’s been eating at me, just always worrying. Especially at school when I didn’t want people to find out there either.” “Oh, honey,” Zoe’s dad said gently. “We were wondering what it was that had you so pent up for weeks now. We were worried, but you’re so far away during the week that we couldn’t really find the time to ask. We thought that maybe it was just stress from your classes, but you never seemed to mention having any issues there.” There were a few more questions that were asked – did anyone else know, did anyone suspect, did she want to tell other people - but Zoe was growing more and more exhausted by the minute. It was normal that her anxiety would make her incredibly tired and the addition of the panic attack tended to wipe her out completely. Tonight was not any different in that respect. Zoe was halfway through explaining that she really felt that her wearing diapers was just something that made her feel comfortable while being not completely in control, but also being able to maintain it when she drifted off with her head resting against her mom’s chest. Between her parents, they managed to lay Zoe down so that she was laying on the couch with her head resting in her mother’s lap and legs and feet across her father’s, just as they had done when she was a lot smaller. They just looked at each other for a moment, still extremely lost by the entire situation, but also starting to understand a little more. “So, Zack, what are we going to do with this?” Amelia, Zoe’s mother, asked. “We’ll support her, of course,” Zack replied with a slight shrug as he gently rubbed Zoe’s legs. “If she is happy wearing diapers then we just let her wear them. It’s not hurting anyone and it’s not like she came home saying that she’s doing cocaine. I just don’t understand what Zoe means about the control thing?” “I think that’s something that we’ll need to figure out,” Amelia sighed as she brushed Zoe’s hair back away from her face. “That and we need to figure out what exactly we tell Zara. But I think I have an idea. The holidays are in a few weeks, so we could put Zo back in diapers and we’ll control it for her, and see how it goes. We keep at it for the holiday, and after that we’ll talk to her about it and see how she feels. Things can change and maybe she’ll feel like she doesn’t like it as much, but we’re starting at square one.” Zack thought about it for a moment before nodding. “I think that’s a good idea,” he answered. “But we’ll talk it through with Zo tomorrow before we decide anything.” He sighed, looking down at Zoe. “For now I think we should at least get her upstairs and in her bed. I don’t think she’ll be too comfortable down here.” With some very careful maneuvering, Zack was able to pull Zoe into his arms and made his way upstairs to put her in her room. Amelia remained where she was on the couch, thinking hard. She hadn’t expected things to change so drastically and so suddenly, but she thought she knew what to do.
  22. I’m home sick with Covid and decided to spend my time in isolation also isolating from my toilet. As soon as I woke up yesterday, I put on a diaper and have not used a toilet since and it has been marvelous. Last night I was wet when I was ready to go to bed so I changed into a nice dry, thick, Northshore megamax. I have never been a bed wetter, not even as a kid, so this diaper was more to continue my 24 hours + in diapers more than it was to keep my bed dry. Lo and behold, one of the first things I noticed upon waking up was a soggy feeling in my butt. At some point during the night, while asleep, I had wet myself. I must have been on my back cause the crotch area and back of my diaper are soaked, as are my balls and butt. It was still somewhat warm, and felt amazing. So puffy and squishy. Not sure if I’m more excited or concerned. Still processing this now and enjoying my (now even wetter) diaper. May share more details of my full 24 hours in diapers later - this one is my 5th of the journey so far…
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  24. Minecraft Server Plugin Howdy! I'm working on making a Minecraft server plugin, and I'm wondering. What are some things you might want to see on it. If you were to have your own server and can have an omorashi-based plugin with bladder traits and wetting aspects, what would you all want there? Some of the things I plan to include are: * Bladder level * Need to sneak to hold (Looks like a potty dance as you crouch) * Accidents that happen if you hold to long (Bursting) * Incontinence level (Allow wetting without knowing or sudden urges) * Random chance to accidentally wet yourself if lighting strikes happen nearby or a creep blows up near you, or while in the dark you are attacked * Possible diuretic like drinks, or spiked drinks with diuretics that increase bladder fill rate. There is a separate thread for more ABDL aspects in that section, too. I am looking at creating a separate one for Omorashi if there is demand for it.
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