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  1. The start of another story. I wrote this one ages ago, and it's been available on Amazon for years, but I'd love to share it with anyone who hasn't seen it before. So if there's anyone who's like me to keep on posting this one, please let me know There's a little relationship drama there, and someone who really needs a break from that drama so she can be a toddler again. A Little Break - Day 1 / Chapter 1: Introduction "You want to talk to somebody?" It was a tough question, but I knew I had to ask. I might not like what she had to say, and she might not want to tell me. But I knew Lynn had been through some pretty tough times lately, and if I couldn't do anything else I could at least offer a disinterested ear for any personal problems. "You've seen the shitstorm on Facebook, everybody knows more about me than they'd ever want to." She wasn't crying, but the bitterness in her voice made it clear that was more through force of will than any level of happiness. She could be on the point of breaking down in despair or lashing out in rage, or balancing an a narrow tightrope of sanity between the two with an equal pull in either direction. "I haven't," I answered, wishing I was close enough to offer a hug. "Lynn, I saw enough to realise a bunch of guys I don't know are being assholes to an old friend. I don't want to know what they have to say, because I know it won't be the truth. If you want to tell me what's happened, then I'll know, and you know I won't judge you.for anything. If you don't want to talk, then it's none of my business." "You want to know?" "A lot of problems are easier to deal with if you share them. I want to help you if I can." "You're not going to join in the slanderfest, or–" "Lynn," I interrupted, hoping it was the right thing to set her mind at rest. "I've been kicked out of online sadomasochist communities because of the things I'm interested in. I have to keep some things hidden even from groups whose defining feature is accepting other people's quirks. I'm not going to look down on anyone, because I know what it's like. And I doubt there's anything you can say that I haven't heard before. I'm not going to demand you tell me, because that's not my place. But if you want to share the situation with somebody who'll still be here for you..." "Thanks," she nodded slowly. "I think you must have some idea what's going on anyway. Everybody's talking about it, right?" "I've not been to a convention in four years. I don't hear anything from most of the people you know, I guessed that's why you got back in touch. I just know there's a bunch of people calling you all kinds of things that I'd rather not believe. I think I saw like one picture, but I don't know why that's got anyone so upset." The picture had been a typical selfie, showing off a new outfit, and seemed to be where this whole mess had started. I'd noticed it, a little smile to see that Lynn had her hair in bunches again, just like she had in college. I'd noticed a pacifier on the table behind her. I'd seen the top comment from a mutual friend asking if they were expecting a baby, and her husband Clark had given a multi-page response with such bile in the first few words that I'd stopped reading before finding out what he was so angry about. But the same picture had popped up every time I checked my messages for a few days, and it had been a real effort of will not to dive into the hundreds of replies from people I didn't know and people who must have changed so much since we'd last spoken. Lynn's later posts had been deliberately vague, trying to keep on with the normal blend of online socialising. But she'd attracted nothing but hate from people who were supposed to be her friends. And a week later, she was sending me a message out of the blue, asking if my current flatmates would have a problem with a couch-surfing friend. She needed a break, she said, cabin fever or something spending every day with the same few people. "You didn't see Clark's rant?" "I saw a wall of text, and people responding with angry or sympathetic cartoon faces. I don't read stuff like that online, especially when it's someone I don't really know talking about an old friend." "Thanks. Guess you're the only friend I got left now, then." This time, I could offer a hug. I didn't think about what was appropriate, I just saw a good friend – no matter how many years we hadn't really talked for – on the verge of tears. I put my arms round her shoulders and held her head against my chest as she started to sob. And maybe for once I found the right thing to do. She held me tightly and cried. I didn't say anything else, I didn't want to bring bad memories to the surface. Sometimes just being there is enough to help. "I think I want you to know," Lynn muttered indistinctly after a few minutes. "Before you offer me space here, you deserve to know what I've done so even Clark doesn't want me around. Better to hear it from me, before I got my hopes up." "I don't let my friends down," I said, "There's nothing you could say that would change that. You can tell me, but don't get worried about that. And if you're nervous about telling me, maybe I can help with that. If you want me to." "You have ways of making me talk?" A momentary grin broke through the storm of emotions, as she remembered something that had once made her smile a lot. "You're still practising that hypnosis thing?" "Occasionally. And if it makes things easier for you, that would justify all the time I spent learning it." "Wondering if you can turn me into a brainwashed sex slave while I'm vulnerable?" she asked, a little sarcasm evident. Given some of my interests, at least the ones I'd admitted to college friends, it could have been a serious worry. But I was sure she knew me well enough to know how much value I put on consent. "Or can you just force me to admit my big secret now the rest of the world seems to know?" "I'm not really into force," I had to think about that answer for a few seconds. When I started learning hypnosis, Lynn had been one of the friends willing to let me experiment, and I knew that she had a submissive streak a mile wide. I really wasn't interested in making anyone do something against their will, and wouldn't have tried that even if there was a reliable way to make it happen. But with Aimee and Lynn, who loved so much to feel helpless and out of control, I was happy to help them feel like puppets, or like helpless victims of my mental powers. "You know that's not my style. Maybe I'd make it a little easier for you to answer questions, help you to believe that you're not going to freak me out. But if you want to be interrogated," I gave a little shrug with one shoulder, and felt her head move slightly against my chest, "Well, if that makes you feel better, I'm sure it would be fun." "There's some stuff I started doing," she spoke slowly, carefully, "Stuff I never even thought about before. I bet even your S&M friends would call me a freak. And things I've asked Clark if we can try. And stuff I'm too nervous to even mention to him. Every time I asked for something, he'd tell me I was weird. Sometimes he'd do it, and make a big deal out of how messed up it is, so like I really owe him. Or he might do it, but it's got to lead to sex. That doesn't always feel natural, but I guess once I got what I want it's got to be his turn. Sometimes I ask too much, and he just says no. But there was just this one time I crossed a line, I guess. He said no, not now, not ever. And then a week later, I shared a picture online, and one of our friends might maybe have guessed something. And Clark doesn't want everybody to think he's the freak, so he comes right out and tells the world, telling all our friends what I'd been keeping secret," "Wow," I whispered. I wasn't sure what else to say, but I had to try. "Wow, that must be tough." It took a lot of willpower not to say that her husband sounded like a controlling jerk, or that he didn't deserve her. That wasn't what she needed to hear. I knew more than a few friends who had been forced to choose between someone they loved, and a fetish that made them feel alive. At least this guy had tried, that had to be worth something. "Yeah. It's not that bad, really. He did so much for me, even when it wasn't something that turns him on, you know? I don't want you thinking I hate him. It's just, now everybody knows, it's like all our friends are united to protect him from me. I don't know if I'll be able to get over that. It's like everyone's looking at me, everyone knows what a freak I am. And I don't know how I can go back to a normal life." "I can't tell you how to deal with that, I'm afraid. I ended up having to find a completely new group of friends when my secrets came out. But you know, some of those people might not be thinking the worst. Maybe they're interested in something similar. If the Internet has taught me one thing, it's that no matter what you're into, you'll never be the only one. And your secret shame probably seems a much bigger deal to you than it does to anyone else." "I wish. If you knew, you wouldn't want me staying here." "This... secret, this whatever it is, does it involve hurting someone who doesn't like it? No? Then it's nobody else's business, and I'm sure there's stranger things out there. You've found a guy who's willing to indulge you sometimes, right? So maybe once tempers have cooled down a bit, he'll admit he wants you back. There's a bright side, right?" "I guess so," I couldn't see her expression, while she kept her head pressed close against me. I didn't know what she was feeling at that point. "Let me guess, you're going to say that I should have married you instead, and you'd have been playing along with my sick fantasies for years. Right?" "I don't know what it is," another half shrug, "But I'd probably have given it a try, if you asked. 'Don't knock it until you tried it' is practically my middle name, right?" "Maybe I should ask you, then. I mean, Clark keeps telling me it's not something a normal couple does, so..." "So maybe it's okay to try with your friends? Well it's not like he'd be missing out. So if it's something I might be interested in, then I'll be sure to let you know... Or if you're still nervous, I can make it a little easier for you to say." "Can you make me forget?" Now she pulled away a moment to look up into my eyes. "Make me tell you, and then forget, so I'm not so embarrassed by sharing something so..." "Probably not as strange as you think. But if that's what you want, I'm sure I can help you." She nodded enthusiastically. "Just making it clear," I made sure to hold her gaze, making sure she was taking in everything I was saying. If I was going to hypnotise her again, then I needed to draw a line in the sand. I would always tell her what was on offer up front, when we could both be sure she wasn't being unduly influenced by any kind of suggestions I might have given her. In a dominance and submission game, or S&M in some ways, my partner might be unable to disagree with me, or unable to remember exactly what was happening, or have her ability to think clearly restricted. So I would always, always make sure they knew at the start exactly what was going to happen. The invisible sign in the air now would read 'This is your last chance to change your mind'. Even when the aim of a session was to help a friend relax, like now, I'd gotten into the habit of confirming what she wanted in the same way. Because no matter what we're getting up to, I think that safety and consent have to come first. I also love to see their reactions; that mix of nervousness and excitement before riding a mental rollercoaster. And from the wide eyes and the blush rising in her cheeks, Lynn still loved that line in the sand as much as I did. "I'm going to guide you into trance, and see if any of the things I taught you in college are still there in your mind. Maybe a little fractionation to help you sink deeper into trance, if necessary, and then you're going to find yourself waking up in a very calm and relaxed state. The questions I ask you about will seem completely normal, the kind of everyday minutia you might tell anyone who asked. You won't feel any negative emotions linked to any of the memories you tell me about, and if they're things you've been told you should be ashamed of, you won't realise that while we're talking. Everything will be as normal as if I was asking the name of your cat, or asking for directions. Any worries, whether about my questions or your answers, won't come to mind and you will answer honestly without thinking twice. "I'll ask you about these desires that you've been keeping secret, that are causing you some worry now. You will be able to answer without feeling bad. And then if it's something that I'd be comfortable helping you to enjoy, I'll tell you that, and I'll make sure that you remember that detail at least. And I'll do what I can to offer you a place safe from the harshness of other people's opinions, and make as much effort as I can to help you enjoy the next week. Then, after we've had this little discussion, I'll give you the option to forget part or all of it. So you will know that we've talked, but you will only remember as many details as you want to." I licked my lips, stalling for time for just a second. Looking into her eyes, I thought maybe I'd seen something there. A flicker of movement, a momentary half smile, I wasn't sure. But when I mentioned forgetting, I could see a second reason she might have asked for that. A reason that would explain whatever sign of faint hope my subconscious had picked up on. I continued: "And if the thing you're interested in includes parts that you would enjoy more if I were to surprise you in some way, or for which you would prefer not to be given a choice, I will try to propose scenarios to you while you are still in that open and honest state of mind, so you can tell me if you would like something without having to worry about what you 'should' like, or if you think I or anyone else might disapprove. Then you will tell me honestly if you want that, and you will be able to forget that we went into detail, so that the experience itself comes as a complete surprise." She nodded, but her eyes didn't leave mine. She was breathing a little more heavily now, and I knew she'd do anything that came to mind if she thought it would increase the chances of me playing along with her fantasy. Maybe this was a reason she'd come to me in the first place, rather than any other old friend; or maybe I'd just made her an offer she couldn't refuse. "And just to be clear, this is your chance to say no. Because whatever's on your mind, whatever fantasies you're hoping I might indulge, I might surprise you with it, or take the choice away from you any time this week once you've agreed to these terms. So if you just want to talk to me about it, say so now. Is all of that what you want?"
  2. Greetings all. I have the opening chapter for a new story here today. I know this is the omutsu forum and this technically doesn't have any diapers in it yet, but it will don't worry. More to come and hopefully you won't have to wait more than a year for it this time. Prologue If Darien had to place the time in his life that things really started to go off the rails, it was probably when he got possessed by that demon. Oh sure, dabbling in forbidden arcane magics seems like a fun idea in theory, but having your soul forcibly ripped from your body as a foreign invader settles in to take its place really puts a damper on things. Yeah, he was dying all right. Well worse than dying, actually. His immortal soul was being shredded to infinity right out from under him and whenever he managed to recover from that, if he did recover, he’d probably spend eternity damned to the lowest level of hell for the trouble. What a way to start the week. At least he could entertain himself through eternal damnation with the thought that the demon walking around in his skin would probably be just as unpopular as he had been. If only he could have gotten Karin to notice him just once. Oh well, that’s life. These lingering thoughts from Darien were the first things that the demon felt upon entering the body. He found that all the human’s memories were still there perfectly intact, as though he had been Darien himself this whole time. He was Darien. But he was also a powerful Lord of Chaos from another plane of existence. It was a strange feeling to be both at once. He felt a small pang of guilt at having effectively killed the young man who’s memories he now had, but it passed quickly. He had goals and aspirations before for things like world domination or the like. These quickly faded into the background as his demon mind grappled with his new teenage boy’s body. He had all the power in the universe but he couldn’t get over the single overpowering emotion he felt at that exact moment: horny. He had no idea who this Karin girl was, owing to the fact that Darien had barely known her, but she was hot, he was certain of that. He was having some very dark thoughts about what he’d like to do to her. Darien had apparently been quite the pervert, having some very particular abnormal desires. And now, being mostly demon, he suddenly had the power to act on them. This was going to be fun. Chapter 1 - Fun For the Whole Family Darien drew the complex symbol in the air with the speed and proficiency of one with his eons of experience. He was just Darien now. He no longer thought of himself as a demon inhabiting Darien’s body. He retained all the knowledge and power of the demon, but Darien’s had come out on top as the dominant personality with the rest fading into subconscious. Life was funny like that. It had been a few weeks since his successful summoning ritual. He’d quietly disposed of his parents and anybody who might come asking questions. He didn’t like the complications, his plans would go much smoother if he lived alone with no one to answer to. He continued to draw the spell that would make his home unknowable to anyone he didn’t invite to it. It essentially erased the place’s existence from the consciousness of anyone he didn’t want. When it was complete, the symbol lit up and a small explosion of power was released, then it faded away. He had been attending school as normal, fantasizing and planning what he was going to do to Karin and how he would go about getting away with it. He managed to keep his desires in check by masturbating frequently, but with the power he knew he had now it was hard not to just rush in and go crazy. Part of him still wanted to, but he wasn’t completely omnipotent. Spells took time to craft and put into place, and if he tried to do too much too quickly he could easily get into trouble. If he didn’t want to face criminal charges or some other retaliation he needed to make sure he had full and complete control of the situation first. Plus, he had to admit, there was a thrill that ran through him at the idea of slowly taking control of her life. The instant gratification that might come from simply raping her outright would pale in comparison to the slow build up of watching as her world comes crashing down around on her. The inevitability of a steady march toward madness, and the pleasure of tormenting her until she breaks, gives up and gives in willingly to everything he has planned for her. The climax of the moment when her will is finally destroyed and she realizes she has no control will be infinitely more powerful than any mere physical torments he might subject her to. All this meant he probably needed to start in her home, with her family life. He needed to make sure he had full control of any family she had waiting for her, so there would be no moral support for her when he eventually struck. Only problem was, he knew next to nothing about her. He didn’t know if she had any siblings or anything about her home life at all. She was literally just a pretty girl from one of his classes and his crush was nothing more than a physical infatuation. The demon probably would have found this to be pathetic behavior, but Darien was in charge now and he decided what to do with their powers. He needed to find out more about her, talk to her. Unfortunately while Darien had inherited all the powers of a demon, the demon had also gotten all the insecurities of a boy who didn’t know how to talk to girls. He had to almost forcibly shut off that irrational part of his brain and let just a little bit of the 5 billion year old Dreadlord take over. He realized quickly that Mr. Dread didn’t have much experience talking to girls either, and gave up feeling confident. Eventually he cheated and peaked through the astral plane directly into her home, spending the rest of the day spying on it. He found there that she had a younger sister around middle school aged, and they spent most of their time at home alone as their mother worked. There didn’t seem to be any father in the picture, but that seemed all the better. Three women, three targets to ravish with his otherworldly abilities, and there was no one else to get in the way. He decided it’d be best to start with the youngest. At school the next day, Darien left his homeroom in a hurry. He had kept his third eye on the younger sister to figure out where she went to school. It wasn’t far, and a few quick runes would allow him to leap there instantly anyway, so he’d decided to pay a visit during lunch. He found a secluded hallway and made the gate in the air. It made a small tear in the fabric of reality that opened up on the rooftop of the other school building. He stepped through and immediately started sending mental projections to the younger sister. Come to the roof, an old friend is waiting for you there. The projection was vague enough that she probably wouldn’t question it until she was already on the roof. By then it’d be too late for her. A few minutes passed, and finally the knob on the stairway access rattled. Remembering that most rooftops like this are emergency access only and are usually locked, he drew a quick spell to open it for her. A young girl in a school uniform stepped out looking slightly confused. “Are you who I’m supposed to be coming to see?” the girl asked, sounding slightly annoyed. “It’s really weird. I suddenly felt like I needed to be up here for some reason.” “What’s your name?” Darien asked, offering no explanations to her. She hesitated a moment and he worried he would have to draw a few spells before he could get her to cooperate at all. “I’m Amilee, who the heck are you?” She seemed far more annoyed now, and more than a little suspicious. Without saying anything Darien drew something in the air and let it float there for long enough for the girl to gasp in surprise. “How did you do that? Who are you? What is all this?” “You ask a lot of questions,” Darien finally answered. “Though I suppose that’s fair, considering. You can call me Darien, I’m a friend of- Well let’s say I know your sister. I came here to get to know you.” Darien casually flicked his hand through the mark he’d drawn in the air and it streaked across the roof to smack Amilee in the chest. “That should make this easier.” The girl grunted in pain as the mark sealed itself onto her. It left a mark on the front of her shirt which penetrated all the way through to her skin and down into her very soul. “What the- what was that- that thing?” Amilee was understandably unsettled. “What did you do to me?” She took a defiant step toward him, as if to demand he undo whatever he’d done. The mark had already begun to fade. “Hmm, looks like I aimed a little high,” Darien said, more to himself than anything. “Should still work, though. You’re going to pee yourself in a few seconds.” A look of disgust came across the girl’s face, an emotion which seemed to overpower her shock from a moment before. “What the hell kind of pervert are you? Going around marking people with strange things and saying gross things, I’m getting a teacher. They’ll probably have the police here to arrest you before you can get off this roof.” The girl put up a brave front but Darien could tell it was beginning to take effect. The way she lightly fidgeted, the subtle body language of someone feeling a slight discomfort in their lower region. “I assure you the police wouldn’t be able to hold me long. I’m basically a God to normal people like you. Consider this my proof.” The girl gave up making an effort to disguise her growing desperation. She held her legs firmly crossed, knees slightly bent. Tears of anger and embarrassment welled up in her eyes. “I- I don’t know what you did but- I- I hate you! I- Oh please make it stop. Please don’t let this happen!” She held her hands firmly against her crotch as if to stop the flow, but it was too late. A dark patch appeared on the front of her skirt as a dark yellow liquid poured uncontrollably through her clenched fingers. It hit the ground in small trickles at first, until the fabric could no longer absorb anything and it flowed freely. She sank down fully onto her knees into the puddle that formed under her. “Why? Why me? Why did you do this?” “Well if you want to blame someone I guess you could blame your mother for giving birth to you. It’s not my fault that Karin had a younger sister. I just needed to make sure I have everyone under my control before I move in to strike. Nothing personal toward you.” Darien had moved down close enough to wipe away a single tear from her cheek. “Though I’d be lying if I said I’m not going to enjoy this.” She made to slap his hand away but he pulled it back before she could. Then to his surprise she lunged at him fully in a wild attack. She probably wasn’t thinking very rationally anymore. He dodged out of the way and lifted his foot to kick her firmly in the back. She fell on her face and he held his foot down so she wouldn’t be able to get back up. “Now, now. Let’s not do anything we’re going to regret. You see, I can do a lot worse than what I just did. I can have complete control over your entire body.” To prove his point, he lifted the back of her skirt to reveal the pair of stockings she wore underneath. He reached for power and drew a mark directly on her thigh, burning a hole through the stocking as he did so. She screamed out in pain as it burned itself into her flesh. This one would probably leave a permanent mark on her skin. “No! What are you doing this time!” “A demonstration of what will happen if you don’t play along with what I’m going to tell you.” He let the power flow through him into the mark he’d drawn. It wasn’t the final spell he was going to cast on her, but it would give him a great deal of control. He increased her sensitivity, slowly at first but then ramped it up to what would probably be unbearable. “What are you- Oh!” The girl flushed, her body turning red from the heat of arousal. “What did you do?” Something shiny was seeping through her already soaked panties. It was a viscous, syrupy liquid that meant she was really feeling it. “Now, see. Look how good I can make you feel.” “Please stop this. I don’t want to feel like this!” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, red with inescapable desire. “I’ll do whatever you want, just make it stop!” “Stop? Well I suppose I can make the arousal go away for a time, but you’re probably not going to like the trade off.” “Please!” she practically screamed. “Anything!” “Alright, alright. Turn over, let me see your stomach.” He lifted his foot enough for her to roll onto her back. Her clothing was already so disheveled, but he tugged and pulled enough so he could clearly see her navel. This would be the ultimate spell. He began drawing directly above where her bladder would be, a large intricate tattoo that would make her completely submit to him. The process probably would have been painful for her if she didn’t already have the other mark turning all sensation into pleasure. This one wouldn’t completely override the first mark, but it would control how much of that pleasure would flow into her at once. It would act as a sort of dam to block up the influx of pleasure, but that reservoir would continue to fill so that when it was unstopped it would flow much more powerfully. He was quite proud of his work when he finished. The light subsided and it left only a red pattern in her skin. He’d stylized it after something Darien had seen in some porn games. A so-called crotch tattoo. Something about the design and it’s placement was very arousing to him. “Alright before you fall unconscious here listen up. You’re going to wake up when the bell chimes for lunch to be over. I’m a nice enough guy that I’ll replace your clothes before then so you won’t have to go back down with that huge stain on you. I’ve made some changes to your body. It’s going to be like a sort of game. All that pleasure you just felt, you’ll feel it again every time you pee. The longer you try to hold it in the more pleasure you’ll eventually feel when you let it all out. On the other hand every time you pee, your bladder will shrink a little and all the little muscles you use to hold it in will get a little bit weaker. Do you understand? Every time you pee it will get a little bit harder to hold it in next time, until eventually you won’t be able to hold it at all. Now it would be boring if you couldn’t fight back at all, so the weakening effect won’t happen if you manage to use your toilet at home. Adding that condition was probably the most complex part of this rune, you should be grateful. But it means you’ll always have to be holding it in at school or anytime you're away from your house. “That seal I made on your back thigh is also pretty strong, probably stronger than I meant it to be. I can’t guarantee that some of its effects won’t start to leak through anyway if you try to hold your pee too long, so best not to push your luck too much. That’s basically the game. Don’t find yourself in any desperate bathroom situations too far from home and you won’t have to worry. But if you mess up even once it will become a slippery slope and you’ll end up a mindless sexual plaything.” A thought occurred to him as he was explaining things to her. He drew another quick sign in the air and took hold of it. He then gently reached between her thighs and placed it over the first symbol he’d drawn on her, embedding that spell with one other rule. He didn’t feel the need to tell her what it was, but she’d find out. It would probably make winning the game impossible for her. But then, she was never supposed to win.
  3. Living in Nowhere: Story Two Warning: This story contains messing. It is contained, however if that is not your thing you may want to stop reading now. I get it's not for everyone and want to warn you ahead of time. Also has some sexual themes so please be advised. This is part two of my last story. I hope you guys like it. I may edit it as I see fit. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy:)! Begin: It’s been two days since the accident in the woods. While grabbing things for the house they were thinking about it all day. How dirty it was. But how good it felt. They pushed away the clouds causing them to day dream and focused on the shopping. Salem was in town grabbing some things for the house before they started writing for a few days. The ride home was long but the sights were pretty. Fall is so beautiful around here. Salem loved watching the trees pass by as they drove home. The mountains in the distance were coated in orange and red from the leaves of the trees. It was usually great inspiration to write. But right now all Salem can do is get lost in its beauty. Once Salem got home, they put everything away and went upstairs. They put on a cute comfy pair of pjs and sat right at their desk. The writing would begin. A few hours had passed now and It was getting late in the evening. Salem's room was getting dark. They were sitting “criss cross apple sauce” comfortably. A half full tea mug sits steaming as they read. Being comfortable helps Salem focus. They were wearing an oversized sweater and some comfy cute black pj bottoms that sat tight but comfortable on their skin. They had been writing for hours and now they were stuck. They needed a language to use for the new “magic” system that was going to be in the world they were writing. After struggling with having writer's block, Salem started looking through old spiritual text books they had collected over the years for inspiration. They found a book titled “continued research on old magic”. As Salem flipped through the pages, they found a page that looked promising in a section called “unpronounceable magic ”. Salem starts to scan through the page when a feeling comes over them, almost like a mystical force takes them over but they can’t figure out what. They felt almost controlled, but relaxed. It begins to guide their now heavy eyes to one of the words on the page. It is almost as if something was calling to Salem from within the texts. They spotted one sentence in particular. “Hidr tofui lebn” Salem said aloud. As the words left their lips, an odd feeling filled the room. It felt like something made them do it. They tried to think of a proper explanation, but it was too late. Something inside their head clicked. Their eyes shut and Salem began to feel trapped in their own mind as darkness filled their vision. After a few moments of stillness, Salem just shot right up out of the chair in front of the desk. Eyes open almost being pulled by their checks upward. They were pulled with such gentle force, that they knocked over their tea in the process. But Salem wasn’t phased. All they could see was a bright l comforting light. Thoughts began to rush into Salem's brain as they stood there, standing and looking straight up with their knees buckled and mouth agape. They looked up in awe. Drool began to come out of their wide open mouth. Thoughts and ideas flooded their brain. Words wizzed passed, ideas, histories, anything you could think of. All this information was filling their head. For a moment Salem felt great. It was dark. As if a peace had come over them. But as quickly as that feeling came, it left. This fear creeped over them, so primal and yet so real. They couldn’t do anything to help it, but they began to soil themselves. Still trapped in their mind, Salem stood on their tippy toes. The seat of their underwear begin to feel squishy, followed closely behind the feeling of hot liquid dampening thier crotch. Salem was soiling their pjs. Pee began pouring down their legs, filling the slippers that they wore.They could feel and hear the crackling as a bulge was developing around their round posterior. The tight pjs began to bulge and stretch. They could feel the seat of their underwear fill up and pour into their tight pajama pants. A puddle was forming where they stood. But Salem could only feel the sensations. They didn’t even notice the growing puddle they now stood in. As their eyes looked up dumb founded with fear, some voice said “sit”. They couldn’t tell if the voice was in the room or their head. But as if hypnotized by the fear, they listened and sat down. They sat down in their mess. They felt so dirty doing it, but couldn’t help it. They were both scared and mystified. As those feelings crossed their mind, something else began to happen. They couldn’t see it, they could just feel it. Salem's fear began to leave. A different feeling began to take over from within.. just like that day in the woods. That memory of being such a dirty fox. Salem remembers this feeling and is instantly aroused. Salem found a way to snap out of it. And the helplessness began to fade. They began to regain control of their arms and they began to rub their crotch. They were blushing in their seat. Breathing subtle and steady. A smile came over them as they blushed and drooled. It was like the time in the woods, but better. The voice in a tone most confused and angered and uttered something through growls. This did not send fear into Salem’s mind, it was to preoccupied with other things to hear it now. It didn’t stop them either. They kept thinking how naughty it was, and that they were so scared they soiled their pj’s. Salem finally reached climax in spectacular fashion. Mouth agape and drooling as they let out a moan. Their orgasm spread all over their body. Making them relaxed with the pure joy of it. Salem snapped back to reality. They could see their surroundings now, not just feel them. They looked around and moved their arms, ears, and tail. They were sitting at their desk. They thought maybe it was a dream? But Salem felt a squish in their seat when they moved. The “dream” was real and they were sitting in their mess as proof. That was no dream, Salem thought. It was the magic in the book. They needed to learn its secrets. But first, they had to be prepared. It was clear that anything goes when reading this book. And what happens in Salem's head, happens outside of it as well. That was only a test of what the ancient “magic” had to offer. Next time Salem would come prepared. As good as the orgasm felt, the mess after is a lot to clean up. They would do their best not too, but they needed something to contain a mess just in case for now. The thought of having to wear diapers was a but embarrassing for Salem. But needed to be done, Because anything can happen in this book. But enough for now, Salem has a lot of work tomorrow. They need to get cleaned up and head to bed. The hunt for diapers starts tomorrow. This magic book needs to be explored fully. End. -Hope you enjoyed
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  5. This is a story I already posted on other sites; thought I should try sharing here and see if it gets any interest. Not sure I got the tagging right (what's the difference between "Participating Genders" and "Participant Genders"?), but here goes… The Baby Makers Chapter 1. Country House It was a grand old house, in the middle of nowhere. Not like a country estate owned by some old, rich person. No, this was literally in the middle of nowhere; as far as it was possible to get from a public road. There were disused quarries in between, forests long since given back to impenetrable walls of thorns, and acres of scrubby grasslands where the quality of the soil was too low to make commercial farming worthwhile. It wasn’t even high enough, or pretty enough, for hikers to come and trade footprints for photographs. They had to have chosen the place deliberately. Ana walked slowly up to the front doors, looking all around her as her shoes crunched on the gravel. Long lines of trees. Formal gardens, which must have cost a fortune to maintain, made a three-acre island in the middle of the wilderness. The grounds were immaculately set out, but there was no sign of gardeners tending to the displays. The house itself rose up ahead, three floors of impressive red brick. As she came closer Ana took a look inside, to find out what exactly these people were doing. She couldn’t sense anything, though. The whole place was screened, and locked down tight. That wasn’t exactly a surprise, but from everything she’d heard it was rare for anyone outside of the Order to mask their business so effectively. That was more grounds for suspicion; she would have to go inside. Eventually, Ana came to the front doors. They seemed built to a slightly larger scale than normal, so the ornate brass knocker was at eye level. In fact, it seemed like the entire building was constructed a little larger than the usual size. She could immediately see a couple of reasons someone would go to the trouble of making a large house like that, and she ran through them in their mind as she waited for a response to her knock. The first reason, and the most likely, would be to intimidate potential visitors. Ana wasn’t intimidated; she was here on behalf of the Supreme Order, and no initiate of the Order was ever afraid. They had absolute control of their own minds and responses before anything else. The larger door could also be to make the building suitable for people larger than a typical human. Maybe for a yeti, or bigfoot. Maybe for genetically engineered giants, or the rangy physique of alien visitors. Ana didn’t find that at all likely, because as a member of the Order she had access to the Black Library, and so knew the facts of cryptozoology with a certainty that even the most die-hard sceptic could never aspire to. And even with screening this good, there was no way some mad scientist could have developed a growth serum without the Order knowing. The last reason that came to mind was that it would make people approaching the door feel small and weak, possibly embarrassingly so, and would thus place them at a psychological or emotional disadvantage in the coming negotiations. Ana already knew she was small and weak, but she’d never let that make her feel inferior. She might not be as strong as many of her classmates, but she knew that her intelligence, her understanding or tactics, her quick thinking, and her reflexes more than made up for any lack of raw power. And as far as embarrassment was concerned, she considered that growing up around her parents, and with a name like Andromeda Anastasia Fairchild, had inoculated her against any future self-consciousness. Whatever their tricks, they would not work today. She judged two minutes had passed now, and still no answer. She reached up to the knocker again, and slammed it down hard. It was polished brass, old metal, and heavy enough to leave you in no doubt about its purpose. Ana liked that; so much more reliable than many of modern society’s ephemeral creations. Eventually, the door started to open. Ana reflexively stepped back, not quite sure what she was expecting. She was sure they wouldn’t attack her right away, or almost sure. The Order of Supremacy wasn’t widely known, and they didn’t make many enemies. Ana was the first representative who had been dispatched to this remote house, so in all probability the people inside had no idea what she was here for. It looked like the kind of door that would give a long and ominous creak, almost like the timber was screaming. But the sound was just a little whine of metal on metal, a hinge that might not have been oiled quite as recently as it would like. The space beyond the door was bright and airy, lit by windows somewhere higher up the building. The lobby seemed to extend all the way up to the roof, and sunlight flooded in to create a golden haze at the top. Heavy wooden staircases coiled around the edge of the room, and there was a desk in a similar dark and expensive timber in the centre. Behind the desk was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. His hair was shot through with grey, with just enough speckles left to let the careful observer know it had once been red. He was dressed in a white shirt today, with a tie that would have passed as formal attire were it not decorating with lurid yellow smiling faces. In one shirt pocket he had three pens, and the end of a chain which surely led to a watch in the opposite pocket. A bizarre clash of casual and formal, traditional and modern. Ana didn’t give him her full attention yet. She was more concerned by the person behind the door. It didn’t seem like the kind of place that would have automatic doors, not if that one weighed as much as it looked and sounded. A quick glance to the side confirmed this. She saw a rather old-fashioned lever lock that probably hadn’t been changed in half a century. Something like that would require a human being, or at least a servant more sentient than a simple motor to lift the latch. There was a person standing behind the door, but he was simply a servant. There was no hostility or aggression coming off him at all. So Ana turned her attention back to the figure behind the desk. A bureaucrat, she was sure. Not an owner, not a villain. The kind of mind that would happily count the number of paperclips it used each day, and would be proud of balancing the books. The kind of person who would be very easy to get answers out of. Although for an operative as skilled as Ana it rarely mattered; there was no way a human would ever be beyond her ability to manipulate.
  6. So this is a little something I've been quietly working on for a bit, now. With Journey to Arnwick finished, I'll probably have more time to devote to it. I can't say for sure that it's gonna be my next thing, but it's certainly something I enjoy writing, and something I have a lot of ideas for. Oh, and that "hypnosis" tag won't really apply until the second chapter and on, but oh boy will it apply. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 - A Desperate Escape There truly is no ideal time to get chased down by the cops, But how did they always manage to turn up when Jenny needed to piss? Speeding down the road, pushing her motorcycle as fast as it would go, she desperately wished the flashing lights and sirens behind her would disappear so she could pull over and relieve herself, but no. The red and blue lights continued to illuminate the forlorn road around her. She was honestly pretty surprised; her bike was fast. The fact that these police cruisers from some broke, no-name town could keep up with her was impressive. “One little arms deal, and they send the whole town after me,” She murmured into her helmet. The road grew rough, creating quite a bumpy ride. As Jenny bounced up and down along with her bike, she cursed each little bump that threatened to make her piss her pants. Ignoring the pressing need of her bladder, she looked around for any detours she could make- anywhere she could try and shake her pursuers. Hope presented itself as a somewhat more narrow road that she turned onto. For a brief but wonderful moment, the headache-inducing red-blue lights of the cruisers vanished, and only simple moonlight illuminated her surroundings. The fleet of cars behind her couldn’t make turns as easily as her lone motorcycle, and the turn put a fair distance between them. Another unexpected turn later, and Jenny felt she had nearly lost her unwanted entourage. Given that her bike was black, and her outfit consisted of a matte black helmet, black leather jacket, and black leather pants, she blended into the nighttime scenery pretty well, too. These wannabe cops had nothing on her, she thought. That is, until a cruiser pulled out in front of her from some unknown nook, nearly causing her to crash into them. She swore loudly, and veered right as hard as she could, finding another empty road. The shock had reached her bladder, and Jenny was sure she felt some wetness at her groin. They are actually gonna make me piss on myself, aren’t they? The howl of sirens behind her grew louder, and she knew it was gonna be a while longer before she was actually safe. She groaned loudly, and shuffled lightly in her seat. She labored to blank her mind, and just keep focused on the road while she emptied her bladder into her pants. Despite its terrible need to urinate, her bladder resisted. With a push, a jet of urine streamed into her panties. Her groin was overtaken by warmth, and Jenny felt her cheeks burn. She inhaled, and pushed again. Another, longer stream met her underwear, soaking them more thoroughly than the first. She felt the sickly wet heat slowly creep down to her butt. “Piece of shit cops,” she muttered disdainfully while she inhaled, and prepared to really let go. At last, her bladder was persuaded to release its contents. Urine flowed freely into her clothes, completely drenching whatever regions of her panties had remained dry. For the first time, that sickly, warm wetness began to crawl down her thighs. Instinctively, she looked down at her groin to inspect the damage, only to remember that she was wearing leather. Nothing showed on the outside of her pants. However, since none of her pee could soak into and be absorbed by her trousers, all of it ran down her legs. She felt the piss reach her ankles, and soak into her socks as it ran into her shoes. What didn’t flow into her shoes spilled out the bottom of her pants, immediately vanishing into the wind, given that she was driving a good few dozen miles over the speed limit. She wondered if the cops behind her were close enough to wonder what the deal was with the sudden, smelly mist. Her stream slowed, and tapered off, bringing an end to the most unpleasant piss she’d ever taken. Man, it’d really suck to get caught, now. She could already imagine the jokes and laughter they’d share if they managed to catch her, and she was still dripping. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Since she’d finished wetting herself, her focus could be returned to more practical matters. The last visible cruiser chasing after her was lagging a good distance behind. Barring any further surprises, a few more unexpected turns should completely separate them, and then she’d just need to drive for a while to make sure they lose the trail. She put her plan into action, and made a sharp turn. The longer the chase went on, the more Jenny found herself driving on what she felt had to be completely uncharted roads. The shacks and trailers she passed by could hardly be misconstrued as being signs of civilization. Being so far out in the boonies was supposed to make it easier to evade the police, for fuck’s sake. Cops in little towns like this were supposed to be laid-back. She took another road, hearing the sirens grow ever more distant behind her. She made several more little turns and detours, until she could no longer hear nor see the horrible red-blue lights and sirens. She couldn’t risk stopping just yet, but she did breathe a little easier. Doing so, she noticed a slight salty smell in the air. She was somewhere near the coast. If she could find a town or city on the water, she could well be home free. Coastal cities get a lot more visitors, and she could blend into the crowd more easily. She was forced to make one short stop when her eyes fell upon her nearly depleted gas gauge. The gas station she found actually occupied a rather scenic spot. Along a high coastal road, providing a look at the rocky shoreline below. She’d be a fool to use her credit card when the cops were chasing her, so she’d have to go in to pay. Just as well, as she wanted to visit the bathroom and see if she could clean herself up, just a bit. She parked her bike, and climbed off of it. The interior lining of her pants, along with her panties, were still quite wet, and had grown cold and clammy. Her shoes and socks were wet, too. She didn’t know which one, but something she was wearing produced a humiliating squish sound as she walked. She had to walk quite slowly to prevent it from happening. She lifted the visor on her helmet, and sniffed the air, hoping she didn’t reek of piss. The gas station was quiet. A man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than working the graveyard shift at a gas station manned the counter, watching a small TV with the volume on low. His only greeting was a curt nod in her direction, which she returned. If she smelled like a public bathroom, he didn’t let her know. She walked into the ladies’ room, doing her best not to look like a woman who already made a bathroom out of her underwear. As expected, no one else was inside. She took her helmet off, and set it on the counter in front of the mirror. Her tired reflection looked back at her. Her blonde hair was messy, and only barely resembled the ponytail she’d put it in earlier. She entered the biggest stall available, and mentally braced herself to lower her pants. When she did, she grimaced at the sight of her drenched and yellowed panties. They had been white, once, but an hour and a half of riding and soaking in pee had changed that. Weighing her options, she considered going commando, but she knew that her pants wouldn’t be a great deal more comfortable. For the time being, she settled on getting some toilet paper and wiping her legs down. Jenny froze when she heard the door open. Light footsteps sounded through the bathroom. Jenny hastily yanked her pants back up, ignoring how it pressed her wet panties against her. She peered through an all-too-wide gap in the stall door, and internally screamed when she saw a woman in police attire at the mirror. She was inspecting something about her uniform, but Jenny could tell that her gaze found its way to the slick, black motorcycle helmet on the counter. There was no way they hadn’t radioed every cop for a hundred miles and told them to be on the lookout for that helmet. The cop picked up the helmet, and began to inspect it. While her eyes were away from the mirror that afforded her a view of Jenny’s stall, Jenny quietly slid the door open. She opened up her jacket, and withdrew her pistol from an interior pocket. She cocked it loudly to make the weapon’s presence known, and pressed it into the woman’s back. “Don’t make a move!” Jenny ordered in her most stern voice. The officer’s only movements were to drop the helmet onto the counter, put her hands up, and turn her head slightly to look into the mirror’s reflection. That, and an odd shuddering motion. Her legs shifted repeatedly, and Jenny could see the woman’s face scrunch up. An awful smell hit her, and Jenny could only mutter, “Don’t tell me you just… ” Jenny glanced at the woman’s ass, and looked in disbelief at the large and growing bulge there. Her dark blue pants began to stain as the officer’s somewhat wet load was pushed into them. The poor woman well and truly filled her pants up. Jenny, in her wet underwear, could certainly sympathize with having to hold it, but she’d never soiled herself, before. She’d certainly never had an accident out of fear, before. She was made of sterner stuff than that. “Did you really just crap your drawers?” Jenny asked, judging. She saw the woman’s anger in her reflection, “Why do you think I came to the bathroom, bitch?! You just had to pull this little stunt now, didn’t you?” She was glaring at Jenny’s reflection- and thus at Jenny herself- but the officer’s cheeks were burning read, and tears were brimming in her eyes. There was a soft crackling sound, and the bulge on her ass grew. The officer averted her eyes in shame. There was a wet mound across her rear end, and it looked like some of the mess had escaped down her thighs, as well. Jenny thought her own panties looked bad, but there’d be no saving hers. “Fair enough,” Jenny conceded, “Guess this is what I get for pulling a gun on someone in the toilet. Anyway, here’s what we’ll do: I’m gonna take your gun and walkie-talkie, and I’m gonna handcuff you to something in here. If you don’t make a move, I don’t have to shoot. We clear?” Still scowling, but also still blushing and tearing up, she glanced back to Jenny, “... Clear.” “Awesome,” Jenny confiscated the officer’s gun, sticking it in one of her own pockets. She retrieved the handcuffs, and used her pistol to push the woman forward, and down onto the ground. She cuffed her to a pipe under the sink, and then took the walkie-talkie as she stood back up. The cop was clearly trying to find some way to sit that didn’t have her sitting right on top of her mess. Judging her squirming and cringing, she wasn’t very successful. “Now don’t you worry, I’m sure someone’ll find you before too long.” “Soon as somebody finds me, I’m coming for you,” “Girl, if I were you, I’d be way more focused on coming up with an excuse for why I have a load in my pants,” the cop, “Officer Jones,” as a now-visible name tag identified her, continued to glare at her with the most hateful look. Jenny found pockets to stealthily hide the items she’d taken from Officer Jones, put her own gun away, and reclaimed her helmet. As she reached the door, she turned back to the officer, and put a finger up to the front of her helmet, over her mouth. If Jones was smart, she wouldn’t call out for help. Jenny walked by the employee, who looked even closer to falling into a coma than before. With a mute wave, she left the building. She didn’t even get any gas. She’d have to make do with what little she had left. Resuming her driving, Jenny was certain she was going to have the rash of the century. Her legs were still damp, and already stung lightly. She could only take solace in the fact that she hadn’t shat herself like Jones. Everything else about her night had been shit, just mercifully not in a literal sense. When she saw a road sign announcing the town of Ravenwood, Jenny had little choice but to pay it a visit. The morning sun would be up soon enough, and she was exhausted. Surely, there’d be a hotel with a convenient enough place to stash her bike.
  7. Fire Emblem: The Nervous Recluse Connecting story to The Mage Prodigy: Part 1 "HUH?" Awaken, Bernadetta groggily opened her eyes to the familiar darkness of the dorm room around her. As a surprisingly solid sleeper, this was a phenomenon in and of itself. Something was off. The room was consumed in complete darkness with only a sliver of moonlight creeping in through the open window. A soft autumn breeze rolled in, its chill making Bernadetta sneak further under the thick covers for warmth. There was at least a distinct pleasant smell to the autumn breeze to give her appreciation for waking up unprovoked. It was her favorite season easily despite how much time she spent in this room. Wait. Waking up at a strange hour of the night? Running through her head a source of despair revealed itself. Panicking, the purple-haired girl scrambled with her hands to check the bedsheets beneath her. With a thankful sigh, they were perceived as still dry. It had been a while since an unwanted discovery like that, yet the danger still lingered. She gave a small and near silent exhale, a dreadful fear slipping away finding the bed to be in good condition. When first joining the monastery Garreg Mach, Bernadetta was so desperately concerned about the rooming situation. Her room would be everything to her, a simple yet precious sanctuary to retreat to and enjoy her life. Sharing that with a complete stranger at least felt a little violating. The purple-haired girl's lifestyle seemed unique and many could not be receptive to such a conduct. She was paired with Lysithea, a petite, white-haired and diligent student apt to spending long hours in the library and study rooms of the academy. Initially, outside of the Houses, it was unclear to her how students were paired off for dormitories. Very soon after the semester had begun it became glaringly apparent why Lysithea and Bernadetta were paired while sitting in different Houses: Both occasionally were prone to wetting the bed. The bedding in their room was just the slightest bit thicker than the other rooms and accommodated with linens a little more specialized. The linen closet was stocked a tad more thoroughly and instructors monitored their room more closely than most. Garreg Mach at least seemed to respect their dilemma with as much subtlety as they could. With those details Bernadetta could only speculate as much, but of course that detail would go unspoken and unconfirmed. It was a strangely bonding secret between the two girls and helped them to quickly become close friends. As two fairly independent students that spent a lot of time by themselves, the simple relationship between the two felt natural. Behind the closed door of a dormitory room, it felt much easier to expose that vulnerability and eventually others. To confide in someone who knew the same shame and need for secrecy became someone to celebrate successes and support when misses did occur. Who better to know than to be consoled by someone who knew the challenges of a soaked bed so well? An unsuccessful night could quickly turn either of them to uncontrollable sobbing and a desperate need to be consoled. As they both grew older, each eagerly awaited to "grow out of bedwetting" as they had continually been told would happen, but that day did not come. Stress, anxiety, fear, nightmares: these devious influences would catch one of them unaware and to wake to a cold, wet mess. On particularly vulnerable nights the two would share a bed, finding comfort in the closeness and warmth of each other's bodies. Bedwetting started as a shameful secret of their youth, most children went through a phase of some sort. Yet as time went on and soaked sheets continued on as adults, it soon became a critical secret that swore the two to the utmost secrecy. Now grown adults, they even more crucially depended and cherished each other's support. Drifting back to her current situation, the young woman's eyes finally became more adapted to the darkness of the room, with some of the outlines showing faintly. What woke her up? The dreadful silence of the room offered no answers. She rolled over on her side, now clearly seeing an empty bed where Lysithea would be lying. Up late studying likely, although even this seemed late for her, but not unheard of. As if hearing her thoughts and need for an answer, a flicker of blue magicks briefly illuminated around her body under the sheets in a swirl of foreign runes. A warming pulse of energy wrapped around her waist tightening to a quick bind, before disappearing just as soon as it had appeared. It caused a brief, inviting warmth to shudder through her entire being, yet the whole spectacle seemed to disappear just as quickly as it had arrived. Bernadetta's studies had not been around Reason magic recently, but even with her limited knowledge it was clear that a spell had just been triggered on her with no indication of its source. A new and strong unease filled her body. Was this an attack on Garreg Mach or accidental cast from one of her classmates? Anyone else would have spurred to action to find immediate answers, but the meek and timid Bernadetta simply sat in her bed considering. Anxiously, her hands tightly gripped the thick bedsheets she was tucked under. "Lysithea?", she called out full well knowing the small, white-haired girl was absent and hoping for an easy out. However the empty room provided no response. Bernadetta explored with her hand around her waist where she had seen the glowing, only to find everything as it should be. The young girl, now defeated, laid down once more and rested her head back on the pillow, staring up at the stone ceiling and wooden beams blankly. She was teeming with indecision and disquiet, locked in a battle to leave the room or wait to see what happened. Her natural uncertainty won out, laying in bed with a gnawing anxiety and unease. The spell's effects would at some point wear off or she could fall asleep and wake up tomorrow free of its impact. An all too familiar sensation in her body would not let Bernadetta wander back to sleep however. Now as an adult woman, the dread of bedwetting was much stronger than as a child. There would be sheets to clean, there was a smell to mask, and a shame that was even harder to conceal; all as strong deterrents against these accidents. A slight need lingered in her bladder and with Bernadetta's history she would become acutely aware of the consequences of not taking advantage of waking up this early in the morning. She dreaded getting out of bed and ran a hand over where her bladder was, finding it flat and deflated. Maybe she could just go back to sleep and take the risk? She laid there tentatively weighing the choices. As the purple-haired girl lay under the sheets a new vicious and magical heat spurred to life within her, tickling the nerves all throughout her body in a short rhythmic flow. Bernadetta squeaked in confusion and panic, although not completely opposed to the sensation. It gave her body a soft, pleasurable buzz that lingered for a minute then left. Bernadetta lightly bit her bottom lip nervously, this was no doubt the magic now taking effect.
  8. Exactly what the title says; but to be more specific I mean literally ANY type of peeing hypnosis, it could be bedwetting, abdl, literally anything.
  9. libra

    Ts rpg

    Version 1.0.0

    440 downloads

    One day our protagonist obtained the ability to transfer to any female body. He couldn’t control his manly desires and as he received the gift his actions gradually started to escalate.
    Free
  10. Moderators: If this is not the correct forum for this content, please direct me to the appropriate board, and I will post it there. There are tons of ABDL games out there which put the player into the role of a high schooler/child. Others see you start the game as an adult and regress into a child, while interacting with other "children" who have suffered the same fate. But what about those of us who are into desperation and diapers, but would prefer to remain an adult? Enter Penny's Labyrinth. This is a text-based adventure game which begins with your eventful entry to Penny's Adult Nursery / Training School. Accompanied by Penny, the labyrinth's eponymous caretaker, you, the player, will journey through a labyrinth filled with dungeons, dragons, ...and diapers. Will you be able to escape, or will you stay here forever? Planned/Current Features Seven different areas to explore, each littered with useful items and interesting interactives (2 completed so far) Eight different NPCs to befriend, each with their own design, dialogue, and one or more wetting/mess and/or sex scenes (which you have the option to opt out of based on kink preferences) (1 completed so far) Character art for every NPC- commissioned from artists across the NSFW community (1 completed so far) Inclusive gameplay - During character creation, you will enter your character's name, select their gender (Male/Female/Nonbinary), and select your genitals (to accommodate all players out there) (Completed) Realistic stats - Manage bodily needs, diaper attraction, continence, and even arousal while traversing the labyrinth. Wetting/messing erodes your continence, and your environment will If you run out of food, Penny can magic some up for you- but you may not like what it does... (Completed) Random encounters with over 20 different enemies, each with its own unique (3+) moveset, loss scene, and submit scene (5 completed so far, and encounter script is completed) Over 30 different pieces of equipment, including clothing, weapons, and 6 types of underclothes (10 completed so far, including 3 types of underclothes) Over 100 different wetting/messing scenes, which consist of both text and (short) wetting/messing gifs, with different gifs (and scenes) for underwear, pull ups and diapers.
  11. Hello, I was wondering if there's a name for a specific omorashi related fetish in which the person is forced to release against their will. A good example of this could be the hentai named "circle e - the chair" where a girl is tied up to a robotic chair that feeds her diuretics, tickles her toes and forces her to produce a lot of pee to collect. I found that is difficult to find similar omorashi material, my fantasies mainly revolves around making someone produce piss and forcefully wet themselves. Even better if the accident is induced by tickling, diuretics, "pssh" noises or general teasing, pressing on bladder, sneezing, fear , or even hypnotising. So general humiliation. If someone could help it would be really appreciated, i'm also open to any kind of roleplay regarding this.
  12. Here is a link I found to some really good hypnosis audio files:) The quality goes down the further you go but their is a lot to choose from! enjoy https://archive.org/details/ABDL-Hypnosis/Ember+Larimar/My+Little+Lullaby/Boys/Diaper+Messing+(B).mp3
  13. Alex is the main character of this second person story. Steve finds some diamonds while exploring for supplies in his home village. He sells them at a local merchant before returning back to his settlement. You're on the top of a tall tower with a telescope. It's nighttime outside. you then go to bed You wake up in your room, which has been converted into a laboratory. There is a table full of test tubes filled with various liquids. To your right is a counter where they have set up a large microscope, and next to it is a machine that rotates around slowly, creating a steady rotation. Steve then walks in and smiles at you. "Good morning! How's my favorite lab rat today?" he asks as he hands you a glass beaker. "what do you mean" Steve then says "I'm going to experimenting on you to make you incontinent" You look horrified. "That can't be possible!" "Oh come now, I've seen plenty of people lose control without help. I'll need you to drink this." Steve then hands you a small cup. You don't trust Steve because he said his plan, but he might force you to do it. You reluctantly take the cup. A few hours later, you find yourself in a strange place. You're not quite sure how you got here, or what happened after you drank the liquid. All you remember is that you were in a very uncomfortable situation, because you have to pee. Steve smiles then says "seems like you have to pee" You can't escape because you are tied to a chair Steve then presses a button and a soon as he does you begin to pee yourself. As you urinate, you notice there is a slight buzzing sound coming from your lower belly. You then stop peeing, but some thing seems off. You feel something moving down below. You then notice your bladder immediately fills up. "What's happening!?" you yell as you try to focus on what exactly happened. Steve then says "I'm glad you asked, let me tell you all about it!" "What did you do to me!?" Steve says "I made you a pee monster you won't stop peeing ever although you look the same" You're in a dark cave. The walls are covered in symbols carved deep into the rock. A pair of glowing eyes appear behind you and you quickly turn around. You see Steve standing there. Steve laughs evilly you then pee but you notice that it feels relaxing and so good to pee You say "what are you doing to me!?" Steve then says "I'm making you a pee monster, you will never stop peeing" Steve unties you. You try to run away but you can't because Steve isn't letting you. "Let me go" you say while still peeing. Steve then says, "you'll have to stay like this until you apologize." "Apologize? for what?" you ask. "For trying to kill me," he replies. "No way, I didn't want to do anything to harm you!" you insist. Steve says "yes you do" Steve then says "from now on you will never stop peeing" You look horrified. "That can't be possible!" You then stop peeing because Steve wanted to let you stop peeing. "Thanks, i guess" you say Steve then says "oh I'm not done with you" You then notice that you are peeing yourself again. "Please, I'm sorry! I swear I don't want you to make me pee anymore!" you plead. Steve then says "do you want to stop peeing forever?" This time when you are peeing you are peeing GALLONS of pee. You seem to like it though because it feels amazing and relaxing Steve smiles and says, " seems like you like peeing well me too actually ill make myself a pee monster too" but then you start to change color, you turn yellow, but you don't seem to notice. Steve the presses a yellow button and he start to pee gallons of pee. "Ahh that's good" Steve says and then he turns yellow like you "so, I tortured you into something you like, huh that's funny" Steve said. Then Steve says "now we can pee together forever" You then notice the lab is flooding with pee and you both begin to laugh. You two laugh. Steve says, "i can make us pee more the gallons i can make us pee rivers of pee" You gasp then say "Do it." Steve then presses a yellow button and now both of you are blasting out pee. The pee is spreading everywhere but then you guys stop peeing. "That was fun" Steve says, "lets do it again" You then agree. but before it could happen again the flood of pee pushes you both out of the lab and through the roof "Woohoo!" you exclaim as you fly through the sky. Suddenly, you fall to the ground. You land in a puddle of pee It's nighttime now, and the moon is full. You look around. "Let's go to my house and get some sleep" you say Steve agrees and you go to your house with Steve "By the way something i didn't bring up is that when a pee monster even when not a pee monster will be a bedwetter" Steve said before going to sleep. 10 hours later... You wake up wet but feeling good. You decide to wake Steve up. "Good morrrrning!" you say excitedly. Steve says "Don't you dare call me MORRRRNING!" You then smile innocently and say "okay okay, just kidding!" As soon as Steve wakes up you both start to pee again. Steve says, "It's so lovely to pee." "We haven't even gotten off the bed" you say, the bed is soaked with pee. You both laugh. Steve says, "it's nice to pee in the mornings" You then say "no its just nice to pee in general" Steve agrees. You both stop peeing, and you get some breakfast. After eating, you both can't wait to start peeing again. "You know Steve it was great meeting you" you say. You then adventure with Steve into the unknown. You're in a vast plain of grassland. Large mountains rise up from the horizon to your east, west, south, and north; and beyond them lie the endless plains. "I think we are lo-" you try to say but you are cut off by you peeing, but the peeing only lasted 30 seconds. "As I was trying to say I think we are lost" you say. Steve smiles and says, "by the way i brought diapers" You then say "I've never used a diaper" You then put the diaper on. You then pee yourself for 30 seconds "The diaper keeps all the pee in while not leaking but I might have to warn you it will explode if you fill it too much" Steve says Steve then presses a brown button which then makes you poop a lot. you say, "ok I didn't like that that much" "Well i can fix that" Steve said. Steve then presses a brown button and you poop out huge chunks of poop. "Wow, that's so much better" you say happily Steve then presses the brown button again and you poop some more. "Huh?" you say then Steve presses the button again this time when you poop it feels as good as peeing. "See?" Steve says. You then start to pee in your diaper. But then the diaper started breaking apart. The diaper then explodes, and your pee is unleashed. Then you stop peeing. "Now that you can pee and poop whenever you want, I think it's time for your training" Steve says. "Training for what" you ask Steve then says, "to forever be a pee monster" You get excited Steve then said, "let's return home" You then go to your house. The moon then shines its full and then you and Steve go to bed. You two then go to sleep You suddenly wake up at 3 am feeling the bed getting soaked. You look over and see that Steve is peeing himself. You then remember that pee monsters bedwet. You get up from the bed and your feet touch a puddle of pee from yesterday. Your bladder is full. You then go to the bathroom and you start peeing. "This feels wrong" you say Your bladder is no longer full. You return to the bed but then Steve wakes up and says, "Have you ever had sex?" You say yes then Steve says "well when pee monsters have sex they pee while having sex and it's so uncontrollable too" You and Steve then have sex while peeing a flood of pee. "Pee monsters can't have babies by the way" Steve said You both go to sleep horny. 8 hours later..... You wake up soaked in piss. You look at Steve and he says "good morning" Steve has a boner and you have a massive wet spot on your panties. Steve asks, "what's your name anyways" You say, "I'm Alex" Steve serves breakfast which is pancakes. You look around and notice that the bed is soaked but you dont care. You then sit down on the couch. Steve then pulls out something out his pocket, it's a coin and he's waving it. You are unsure what happened, but time passed, and you seem to be fine Steve smiles and asks "did you like your breakfast?" "Yes, I did" you say. You get out of the chair and try to walk but then fall and crawl. Steve asks "Alex, are you ok?" You wet yourself uncontrollably but get up. You stand up and walk to the door. "I'm fine" you say. You then leave the house. Steve comes with you and says, "follow me" You follow Steve into the forest. Steve says, "this forest is the wetting forest it makes your bladder stay full for as long as you stay here" You notice that when he entered the forest he started peeing and you realize it's because pee monsters can't hold their bladder. You then enter, and you see Steve and he yells "hurry up, slowpoke" You run to him and see that his pants are completely soaked and so are yours. You ask "what's in the wetting forest?" Steve says "nothing dangerous, just a bunch of trees" You then find a sword in a stone which seems to be yellow and wet. You pick it up "What is this" you ask Steve says, "it's a magic sword" "What kind of sword?" you ask before you start to pee but this time you are literally flooding the forest you then put it back and you stop peeing. "Well now you know", said Steve, jokingly. A minute later, you start to feel very tired. "Why does the forest make me so tired?" you say. Steve says, "because its night time" You then get teleported back home and Steve did to. You are now in bed. Steve then gets in the bed then you guys have sex. You moan loudly. You then feel something, and you now have night vision for 30 seconds you peek at what's happening, and you are peeing but its white The pee is no longer white then 2 seconds later you lose night vision. You moan louder because Steve is making your urethra wet while you pee You then notice the white pee feeling again You ask what the white pee is. Steve says, "that's called cum." you cum and moan uncontrollably then you guys stop having sex and go to sleep. 8 hours later.... You wake up and you see Steve is gone Steve then comes back and says "You're awake" The bed is flooded with pee and cum, but you love the wet feeling of it. 10 minutes later... "Did you like your breakfast?" Steve asks. "Yes I did, thanks" you reply. "You're welcome" he says. You then shower and get dressed. Steve also takes a shower and gets dressed. Then you both go to a tavern to drink. Steve then says, "I think you are a good pee monster" "How did the tavern person not notice that we are yellow" you ask but then Steve says "we aren't yellow anymore" You notice you are normal skin color "You are still a pee monster though" Steve said. You are so excited you poop yourself for a minute You then pee again, but this time you do it intentionally. You then say "I guess I can pee whenever I want" Steve says, "yes, you can pee whenever you want." You take your panties off and put a diaper on an Steve says, "by the way i got diapers that never leak and never bust so we can use them" You then pee in the diaper. You feel the pee filling the diaper. Steve says "Hey Alex want to have sex again?" You say, "sure" You both then have sex once more. Moaning and cumming uncontrollably you notice you're peeing and cumming at the same time. You stop having sex and have lunch. 10 minutes later... You are done with lunch. You then notice Steve pulls out a coin again. Steve then starts hypnotizing you "you are now under my control" " i am now under your control" "every time I hypnotize you you will cum while I hypnotize you and you will forget i hypnotized you" "every time you hypnotize me I will cum while you hypnotize me and I will forget you hypnotized me" Steve then snaps and you wake up from hypnosis Steve then says "Let's have supper" You then go to the kitchen and you and Steve eat dinner. You then notice Steve pulls out a coin again. you were about to ask why he pulls it out all the time but then you start to be hypnotized. "After this hypnosis you will want to have sex for 24 hours" Steve says then snaps making you unhypnotized. Steve says, "you look like you want sex" "Why don't we have sex for 24 hours let's see how wet we can get" you say Steve then says, "why not" __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Now it's your turn to finish the story
  14. Hi folks! I asked quite a while ago, but thought it might be worth putting this out there again now that I have more money in hand. I think my 'art fund' (which gets half the money from my writing Patreon) currently has a balance around $200, and is expected to gain about $100 per month. I would like to use some of this money to commission a comic, with new pages added whenever the fund has enough money for the next one. I would prefer a mostly realistic style rather than anime-style; but am open to other ideas. I think that there are some parts (thought bubbles) where a more simplistic or chibi style might be more appropriate, to distinguish them more from the main narrative, But I'm expecting those sequences to be relatively short. I've started trying to write a script; although I would be happier if I could work with someone who knows how the format works better (dialogue isn't my strong point). I think the sticking point here is probably that it would be an ongoing project, but how often I can afford a page might vary, based on the complexity of the next page as well as how many people are supporting me each month (as well as occasional withdrawals from the art fund when I need a cover for a new book or something similar). Are there artists who would be willing to take on a project under those conditions? EDIT: If you'd like to see the script I have so far, check it out on Google Docs. It's pretty rough; there isn't much physical description of the characters (so you could pick at random or use your own preferences for things like build and skin/hair colour); but I got one page written out so far.
  15. "Sonic!" Tails yells. Sonic zooms in and asks, "What is it, Tails?" "I made an invention and I need to test it on you" Tails says Tails then presses a button, and a yellow light shines on Sonic then stops. "What is that feeling in my lower area?" Sonic asks. "I have no idea." Tails says "Whatever it is making me feel weird" Sonic says, while not knowing that he now has a bladder. Sonic suddenly sneezes, sending Tails flying backwards, causing him to crash into his plane. "Sorry about that, bud" Sonic says. "I get it, you have allergies." Tails says while getting up. The camera comes into Dr. Eggman's Evil Lair where he's spying on Sonic and Tails. "Sonic seems to have a bladder now." Dr. Eggman then laughs evilly "That may come in handy later." The camera goes back to Sonic and Tails, who then head off to Green Hills Tails looks up at the sky and notices birds. "I wonder how birds fly" Tails asks Sonic. "I'm not sure" Sonic says. Sonic picks up Tails and zooms to the beach, where he and Tails finds a puppy! "Hmm, who's puppy is this?" Sonic asks. Sonic begins moving frantically because his bladder is almost full. "Tails this thing is feeling weird" Sonic says panicking. Soon enough they hear the sound of peeing. "What is my body doing and what is that sound?" Sonic asks. "I have no idea but whatever it is, you seem to leak yellow liquid." Tails says while Sonic struggles with his bladder. "How do I stop?" Sonic says. Dr. Eggman appears behind them then says "I can help." Tails turns around and exclaims "Eggman! Why are you here?" Dr. Eggman says "I was just walking then I notice I hear Sonic panicking and the hissing of pee." "So that's what it's called." Sonic says then he stops peeing. Dr. Eggman says "I will train you to use something called a toilet and soon you will be able to not have accidents." "How do we know you won't make it worse and make him pee 24/7" Tails asks. Dr. Eggman then flips a switch making Sonic and Tails teleport to his evil lair! "Welcome to the lair, lets see how well I can train you." Dr. Eggman says as they land. Sonic says "So my bladder isn't a curse, it's a human thing I dont normally have." "Hmm well if you don't like having accidents you'll have to learn to use a toilet." Dr Eggman says. "It felt... relaxing" Sonic says. Sonic's bladder begins filling up again. "Oh god my bladders filling up" Sonic says beginning to twitch. "Follow me" Dr. Eggman says "Ok.." Sonic says desperate to pee. "This is a toilet, you pee in it, wait you have fur how do you pee without soaking your fur?" Dr. Eggman says. Sonic then sits on the toilet then immediately starts peeing and soaking is fur. Tails walks in and says "Eggman, your supposed to help him." "Tails, he has fur he can't use the bathroom with fur without soaking it." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic continues soaking his fur with a look of pleasure and relax. He then stops. Dr Eggman walks away then comes back with a diaper. "You might have to wear this." Dr. Eggman says. "What is it?" Sonic asks. "It will keep your pee from going everywhere." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic puts the diaper on and his bladder automatically fills up to the maximum capacity and he loses control and starts peeing uncontrollably. "That wasn't meant to happen." Dr. Eggman says. Tails walks away and comes back with another invention. "You invented another invention in 4 seconds?" Dr. Eggman says. "Yes, and either this will help or make it way worse." Tails says then zaps Sonic with the invention. Sonic falls over while still peeing. Sonic then falls asleep on the floor Sonic wakes up with a diaper full of pee and his bladder is empty. Sonic then notices a feeling coming from his stomach. Sonic tries ignoring it and notices he's in a blue bed with blue pillows and a blanket. Sonic then hears some beeping noises. He notices a blue alarm clock he then turns the alarm off. He starts to get up and notices his stomach feels worse and he feels like his body is going to do something but he doesn't know what. He gets up and it gets way worse so he lets whatever it is happen. He begins to poop in his diaper not knowing what he's doing. He wakes up and notices he was dreaming. He notices he still has a diaper on and it seems to be overfilled he then tries getting up but as soon as he does he start peeing and pooping at the same time. "Sonic, wake up." Tails says. Sonic wakes up the third time. "Is this a dream too?" Sonic asks. "No it's not but you should get up." Tails says. Sonic stands back up and notices that he's still wearing a diaper and it's wet but not full. "Dr. Eggman told me how to change a diaper, so I''ll do that" Tails says. Tails picks up Sonic and puts Sonic on a bed and Sonic's bladder fills up but Sonic doesn't tell Tails. Tails takes off Sonic's diaper and then notices a weird shape in Sonic's fur. Tails ignores it and gets a new diaper but before he puts Sonic's diaper back on he slowly puts his hand on the weird shape. "What are you doing? I feel that but I don't know what it is." Sonic says. Tails now knows that its attached but he's curious on what will happen if he rubs whatever the shape is. What he doesn't know is that the shape is Sonic's penis. Tails begins to rub it. As he is rubbing it Sonic grows more desperate to pee. Sonic soon loses control and pees all over Tails but he doesn't know because his eyes have been closed the whole time. "Is this part of the process?" Sonic asks. "No, but I found something out" Tails says "Alright I put the diaper on." Tails then runs away to wash his fur. Sonic opens his eyes then gets up and notices his bladder is still half full. The camera then goes to Tails who is carrying the devices that made Sonic lose total control of his bladder and the one that made him have a bladder. Tails then zaps himself with both making the devices explode. The camera then goes back to Dr. Eggman "What do you want, camera? There's nothing for you here, and yes I can see you I am the only one that CAN see you." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic runs to where Tails is and sees that Tails is twitching because he has to pee. "Tails, do you have to pee?" Sonic asks. "Yes, I do please carry me to the room where I changed your diaper before I completely bust out peeing." Tails says. Sonic picks up Tails then puts him in the room. Tails gets a diaper and puts it on and right on time too because he then starts peeing. Sonic and Tails go to Dr. Eggman. "I have 2 answers either you both become human, or you stay as your fur selves and begin to have bowels." Dr. Eggman "Won't we have bowels as humans?" Sonic asks. "No you won't, you will lose fur and have no control over your bladder, and also Sonic will still have super speed." Dr. Eggman "I guess you should make us humans" Tails says. Dr. Eggman then flips a switch and Sonic and Tails become human. Sonic is a tan teen with blue spiky hair and Tails is a white teen with ginger hair. Sonic goes to the mirror. "I don't look bad." Sonic says "Wait, what's that bulge in my diaper?" Tails walks in and look in the mirror. "What is the bulge in my diaper?" He asks. Tails pushes Sonic out the bathroom then closes and locks the door. Tails then takes the diaper off and sees the weird shape he saw in Sonic's fur when Sonic had fur. Tails then puts his diaper back on and gets out of the bathroom. Dr. Eggman comes with clothes "You will need these" He says while handing them to them. Sonic and Tails put them on while still wearing diapers. Dr. Eggman then says "Since you need these diapers I'll let you keep them, and you will live here with me." Sonic and Tails are good with that because they don't have any other friends. Sonic and Tails are then lead to a blue room with a blue bed a blue alarm clock and a tv. Sonic and Tails walk in and lay on the bed. They turn on the tv and Dr. Eggman closes the door. The tv is displaying a show causing their bladders to fill. They don't notice that the show is causing their bladders to fill so they keep watching then soon enough they start peeing. The show keeps playing and they keep watching. Their diapers soon start to leak and their pants are getting wet. Dr. Eggman opens the door and walks in but then notices the show. The show soon takes over Dr. Eggman. The TV then turns off and Dr. Eggman is no longer controlled so he closes the door again. Sonic and Miles (Tails) are still peeing uncontrollably Tails will now be called Miles to make his name more human and Sonic will still be named Sonic. Miles and Sonic soon get unhypnotized and they notice that they drenched their pants. Miles gets up and notices something under the bed. He picks it up and it zaps Sonic and Miles. They soon get up from the zap and they notice that their bladders are full but they don't know how to control when they pee so they pee on accident. They then get up and try going out the door but it's somehow locked from the outside and there are no holes in the door so there is a pool of pee below them. The pool of pee soon reaches where Miles' crotch and it's making him pee 2x more and then Sonic then jumps off the bed to try to save Miles but it makes it way worse because he scared Miles making Miles pee 4x times worse so the room is flooding with pee. They then wake up from the dream because of the alarm clock beeping. Their bed is soaked with pee and they see that their diapers are still on but they are sagging and have a brown spot. Miles then changes Sonic's diaper then put a diaper on himself too not knowing what the device he found under them did. Miles then walks to Dr. Eggman. "Teach us how to use the bathroom." Miles says. "Ok... fine" Dr. Eggman says. He shows them how to use it. Miles then takes both his diaper and Sonic's diaper off not knowing how bad of a idea that was. Sonic then runs straight into the bathroom. While Sonic pees Miles starts to feel his stomach feels something. Miles has to poop but he doesn't know what it is but he also has to pee. "Hurry up Sonic" Miles yells. Sonic finishes in time for Miles to get there. Miles forgot to take his clothes off and he soaks his underwear. Miles then notices a new feeling which is him pooping. Miles then get up and flushes the toilet even though nothing was in it but the water. "Alright, Tails your human name will be Miles and Sonic will still be Sonic." Dr. Eggman says. "Alright." Sonic says, excited. "Sonic you used the bathroom right, Miles you might need to go back to diapers." Dr. Eggman says. "It was a accident." Miles says while sad. The camera goes to the creator of this movie. "What the heck are you here for? Go back to main story." I say. The camera shakes like it's saying no. "Oh, you're here to skip some things, like boring dialogue. Alright you can stay until the boring stuff is done with." I say. The camera looks at the sun set. "It's beautiful isn't it? Well you should go back to your story." I say. The camera goes back to the lair and goes to the blue room. Sonic is sleeping under the blankets of the bed. While Miles is sleeping on top of the covers with a exposed diaper. Miles and Sonic start growing their fur back. Miles will now go back to being called Tails. Miles' tails grow back and rip the diaper off. Sonic gets his blue fur back and his bladder is now full. Tails' clothes rip off and so do Sonic's causing Sonic to start wetting the bed. The alarm clock starts beeping and Sonic wakes up noticing he has his fur back but his fur is drenched with piss. Sonic turns the alarm clock and see that Tails is still asleep. Sonic looks down and he sees he still has a penis but it seems to be hard for some reason. He then goes to the bathroom. shut the door, locks it and looks in the mirror. He sees that he looks normal other than a penis that has fur on it. He starts to rub it and he notices that rubbing it is making his bladder fill up. Ad Break This ad is for Uri-Pill The only good thing about this product is that it can make you pee out your entire bladder. But beware, people who get Uri-Pill are not able to hold their piss anymore. This means they have urinated a lot lately but don't even remember doing it. If you take too much of this stuff then you will become addicted to it. If you want to buy this pill you should never use it together with any other drug. Also, if you do take it you shouldn't mix it with alcohol, because it may affect your mental state and make you lose control over yourself. (Uri-Pill is not a real pill) Back to the movie! Sonic then starts gushing out pee. He moans softly still rubbing while Tails is still asleep and his bladder is full. Tails starts to wet the bed while Sonic is still in the bathroom. The camera goes back to the creator of this story. "You again? Is Sonic and Tails boring you?" I say. "Dr. Eggman would also bore you because he's also still asleep." I say. Ad Time! Omo-doll is the first ever urine-peeing doll. Dolls are usually pretty much just that, dolls, but Omo-doll's pee is actually real. This doll can urinate! She has two modes: normal mode where she doesn't pee, and water mode where she pees until normal mode is switched on. (This is not a real doll) The camera goes back to the creator. "Hello, again so this will be a stop in the movie" I say
  16. The incorrigible writer of incomplete stories strikes again! I have a good feeling about this one though. Gotten from a prompt on Tumblr. Enjoy "The Hypnosis Cure." The Hypnosis Cure 1. The Profile Reese’s internet browsing yielded a fateful quote. It was in a forum thread about pearls of wisdom. Plenty of them were good, but one in particular struck him: You’re under no obligation to act the same way today as you did yesterday. The slim, quiet high school senior faced his approaching graduation and the start of college. He had kept his head down so far, maybe too much. After this coming summer, everyone would essentially get a social reset. The opportunity to change things about himself was better now maybe than at any other time. One obvious weakness that still vexed him was his bathroom habits– how he coped at school or whenever he would have to excuse himself from a group. The rational thing would be to simply ask permission or let someone know he needed a break. On the list of all causes of anxiety, admitting that one has bodily functions should be approximately at the bottom. For most. For him, it was a stumbling block that had been with him all throughout school, now thirteen years in the making. Early on, he somehow got in his head that he should only ask to use the bathroom if it was a dire emergency with no chance of his holding it more than a few minutes longer. He would sit at his desk and endure the mounting pressure in his bladder as if the fact that he could not hold his pee indefinitely must never be revealed. This tendency reinforced itself as time went on. On occasion he was driven to relent, raising his hand while trying to keep the sounds he made to a minimum. He wouldn’t even dare grab his crotch lest others catch on to how close he was to wetting. His teachers noticed how rarely he asked and all but never made him wait. Even when nothing bad happened after he asked, he had still let on to everyone that he was failing to control his pee. Surely at least some others must have pondered the fullness between his legs each time he made the stiff speed-walk out of class. Not every occasion stopped at a close call either. He got in the habit of checking if anyone could see him when entering the bathroom, so he could open his pants ahead of time. That was because of the few instances he was stuck fumbling with his button and zipper, inches from the urinal but peeing full-blast into his briefs until he got free. By luck he always got away with those, being the only one to know that half the pee came back with him in his squelchy wet underwear. He was sure someone would find out. Someone at school would smell him, or question a wet spot on his pants. At the very least his parents should have noticed the yellow stains when doing laundry. For better or for worse, no one had yet said anything. On a few other occasions, he did not even make it that far. It was not unheard of for Reese’s steps to falter several times along the path to the boy’s room. He would have to stop to cross his legs and clamp both hands between them, as his pee threatened to come out even without the invitation of the toilet. By now his underwear would usually be very damp anyway. The odd accidental leaks had mostly stopped. In their place were purposeful short spurts he had started doing more and more of, further delaying the need to raise his hand. He had peed enough in his pants to know his limits– how much he could let out over time without anything showing. Pissy underwear never bothered him on its own. It was just the clearest reminder of his difference, and measured how little time he had left before the rest came roaring out behind it. Such pauses in the hallway, even combined with letting out as much as he could in class, did not always work. If it were especially bad, the pee would force its way out anyway, as a trickle at first and then a full stream as his hold crumbled. He was reduced to standing breathless while a loud, hot flow sprayed his jeans at whatever angle he had pointed himself in his struggle. At least such accidents happened out of view of his whole class. He did get caught after one such disastrous wetting though, when trying to sneak to the locker room for his gym shorts. Of all people it had to be by Mr. Benedetto, the jacked P.E. teacher. Reese had begged the earth to open a sinkhole under him when Mr. Ben got the full effect of his sopping pants. But, as luck would have it, he had actually been extremely understanding. He unlocked the door for Reese to slip in and change, even giving him a plastic bag for the jeans. In return, Reese had to tell him what happened. Reese got into his dry shorts and sat on a bench in the locker room. He clasped his hands over the dry cotton, not pressing too hard to keep the wetness still in his briefs contained. Mr. Ben straddled the bench to face him. “So,” the teacher said, stroking his goatee, “You knew you had to go, but waited until it was almost too late to even ask?” “Yeah,” Reese replied. It was an accurate summary, but sounded so much dumber when laid out like that. It wasn’t that simple. “I just didn’t want to disturb everyone and thought I could hold it.” “Welp, apparently not,” Mr. Ben said. “You’re allowed to ask before you’re five seconds from peeing yourself, ya know. Nobody’s gonna tell you no or laugh at you or anything. Piss happens.” Reese chuckled at his slightly crude candor. He must have sensed the deeper issue as he continued. “And I know it’s hard for kids to talk to someone about bullies, but if you’re having problems, you come right to me. I know who’s who and am not above benching someone or giving laps to whoever is picking on people. They won’t know it was you that said something.” “Thanks,” Reese said. He felt better in the moment, but the pessimistic part of him said that nothing would really change. “You’re welcome.” Mr. Ben then stood up and dramatically looked at his watch. “Time’s up anyway. Get outta here; we’re both busy men.” Reese allowed himself to be ushered out of the locker room, his bagged pissy jeans in hand. There was no way he could go back to class like this. He had no choice but to go to the clinic to have them call his mom. While not being openly hostile, his mom was less understanding. “You need to pay more attention to when you have to go and not wait” was about the gist of her lecture in the car, along with being irritated at having to leave work to take him home for such a ridiculous reason. At this point he was certain she had seen the frequency of his underwear stains and put the pieces together. He would have to try harder. No. He would have to try something different.
  17. Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".
  18. Can anyone help out with the source for this image? I found it in a discord server, but I haven't been able to trace the artist. There's a watermark on the top, but I can't make out what it's saying and all the guesses I've made haven't turned up any results.
  19. This is from an excerpt of a longer story I wrote (fan fic, but whatever). You don’t need to know the characters. Jeremy is a guy and the Squip is an evil computer that lives inside his brain and has some control over his thoughts and physical actions. ———— “You are behaving like Jeremy 1.0. I thought we’d fully upgraded you. Perhaps not.” “Perhaps not,” Jeremy peevishly agreed. He braced himself, expecting an electrical shock. It didn’t come. In fact, his punishment didn’t come until early the next morning. His alarm went off at five AM, as it had been ever since he got the Squip. The expectation there was that he’d get up and work out for two hours before driving to school. It wasn’t unusual for Jeremy to make a groggy attempt at hitting the snooze button. What he was too sleepy to realize was unusual was that the Squip let him. The alarm went off a second time. Once again, Jeremy hit the snooze. In the back of his mind, he was aware that he needed to go to the bathroom, and badly, but the last thing he wanted to do was get out of bed. “If you need to use the bathroom, then do,” the Squip suggested, in a light, soothing voice that didn’t rouse Jeremy in the least. Jeremy was used to obeying the Squip, and that’s just what he did. At the Squip’s suggestion, he relaxed completely. Within seconds, a wet patch had formed on the front of Jeremy’s boxers. There was a jolt within Jeremy. Awareness! He blinked, rubbing his eyes. This wasn’t right. “Hmm,” murmured the Squip. “There is a bit of Jeremy 2.0 in you. But, as you said earlier today, Jeremy 1.0 isn’t quite gone yet. Jeremy 1.0 wants to sleep, doesn’t he?” In response, Jeremy yawned. The Squip began to gently stroke his hair, lulling him back to sleep. Jeremy drifted off, and though he didn’t quite lose consciousness the wet spot grew. As he wet the bed, all Jeremy was aware of was a comforting sensation of release, and a pleasant warmth that started at his crotch and seeped down his bottom and up his back. The sense of well-being was profound and humbling. Yes, he was having an accident, but he couldn’t help it. Yes, the Squip was watching and judging, but there was nothing he could do to win the respect of the super computer, so why even try? There was nothing wrong with peeing himself. Jeremy was a pro at that at this point. “Yes,” the Squip whispered. “You are enjoying this. How pitiful. You know, deep down, you enjoyed the day in Michael’s car as well. You could have held it a little longer, but you didn’t want to, did you? You knew there would be no consequences from him, and in a way it felt good to embarrass yourself. It felt good to be less than nothing. Water seeks its own level, as they say.” Jeremy sighed in his sleep, his bladder now completely empty. He felt like he was in a trance, half-asleep and half-awake, aware of what he’d done but still untroubled by it. In fact, all he could feel was pleasure. Within a few seconds, he’d had another kind of wet dream. The next time Jeremy’s alarm went off, as he reached out to hit snooze, he was overcome with a confused feeling that something was wrong. He sat up, panicking a little inwardly. The boxer shorts and tee shirt he’d worn to bed clung to him. He shivered. “You wet the bed,” the Squip informed him. “Turn on your light.” Jeremy reached out for his bedside lamp. The damage of what he’d done became fully apparent. He was sitting in a gigantic wet patch. His mattress, blankets, and sheets were saturated. The inside of his boxers were not only wet, but sticky and slick in a way he’d been familiar with before the Squip. The feeling of peace and pleasure fled, leaving only shame behind. Jeremy pushed the blankets off of himself and hid his face. “What?” taunted the Squip. “Don’t you want more? At this point you might as well mess yourself as well. I believe you have to go.” Jeremy shook his head pleadingly. “Will you trip Michael Mell at school today?” “I don’t know,” sobbed Jeremy. “I don’t want to.” A pressure formed in Jeremy’s stomach. A revolting smell rose up around him as his bowels released into his wet shorts. “Do one hundred push ups.” Jeremy got up, heading for his door. He’d shower, then do as the Squip commanded.
  20. Hello, A while ago I've seen a video where a gardevoir and her trainer pees in their pants in a bar. I'm not requesting that video specifically, but if you have somthing similar with pokemon, post it here. Anything that is in the tags is good but other thinks are not. If you haven't seen the video of the gardevoir, there it is: https://thisvid.com/playlist/126540/video/gardevoir-and-trainer-wait-in-line-two-pee/ (If my grammar isn't correct its because i'm italian)
  21. Doing some fun hypnotised stuff this morning. Never expected to post something like this, but here we go. In my mind, I was a 12yo girl who's so proud to not be wearing diapers. This was proof I'm finally an adult, and it made sense to me. I got to the bathroom, and started to fidget. I'd left it until I was desperate. I knew I needed to lift the lid and pull my jeans down, but was experiencing decision paralysis over which to do first. I had to ask a friend on discord to help me; tell me what to do. The told me to lock the bathroom door, and sit down on the potty. That was good, that made sense. They told me to wipe, and I did, but I thought something wasn't quite right. I couldn't work out what. Then they told me to do silly things, like saying "I need to pee" in different languages. I begged them to be serious; I was squirming and desperate. So they relented and told me to pee. I was so glad of the relief, gushing with thanks. It was a while before I realised that they hadn't told me to pull my pants down. I was so glad of the help, and proud of using the potty like a big girl. I even took pictures, to show off my cute skinny jeans and the lack of diapers. *blush*
  22. This is a fiction about the anime "Mieruko-chan", English isn't my main language so please be compassionate. Attention for those who know the original work: probably except for some events the story will deviate particularly from the original one, just think of the fact that in this version Miko does not have a brother (Kyousuke) but a sister (Keiko), obviously I will try to keep the elements of wetting on the train and of the bed (which I will change into a futon for those interested), good reading. Chapter 1: "True Fear Stories". Contents: Allusions to bedwetting, pissing in the toilet. Main characters: Miko (Stoic future medium), Keiko (Miko's little sister). Note: Low content, you can skip it if you don't care about the storyline. "Eeeyahhh" A girl screamed with tears in her eyes after seeing a kind of ghost similar to the well-known Samara from the Ring novel series come out of the refrigerator. "Scary isn't it?" Said a mustachioed man in traditional clothing. "Oh, a lot!" A girl dressed in pink pajamas next to her answered. "And these things are 100% real, dear viewers, after all the show is called True Scary Stories!" The man said looking into the camera and then continued: "Tell me, what would you do if you were the one who found yourself in that situation?" addressing the girl beside her. "Hmm what a difficult question ... I think I would probably ignore it hoping not to wet myself!" The girl replied, looking up at the camera after reflecting on it with her head down. “Oh ho, a very common answer! well now the next clip, it looks like the next one is going to be so scary that even the cameraman is passed out, so try not to make spots or spoil appear wherever you are sitting! -sschwump- “Miko! Have you clogged the shower drain with your hair again? " Said a girl in a T-shirt and shorts in her early teens after she left the washroom door with the towel still on her head while she rubbed her brown hair. "Huh? I don't think so, however, there is that show you wanted so much to watch on TV, True Scary Stories. ”A yellow-eyed, black-haired teen girl with bizarre purple tips replied, she was wearing teal pajamas thin enough to reveal. the contours of undergarments. "Ah, I wanted to see it," Said the younger girl slinging on the sofa and then adding: "Who are you chatting with?". "I'm chatting with Hana," Miko replied. "Huff! Big sister, you drank both cans of cola ... is it late, are you sure you'll be able to fall asleep? And one of them was mine anyway!" The younger sister said with a tone between angry and playful. "Oh ... sorry, I was lost in thought, do you want me to go to the vending machines on the corner?" The older girl apologized. "No, it doesn't matter, I wasn't thirsty anyway, I was saying it for you, anyway ... very hydrated and with the thought of the ghost program ... you don't want to wet the sheets while you sleep?" Said the younger sister in a more playful tone. “Eeeeh, thanks for the concern Keiko but no need to worry, rather how is YOUR bed-wetting problem? Ah sorry sorry Keiko I was lost in thought ”Miko with an amused tone replied to her teasing with another and then apologized immediately knowing that it was bothering her. “I haven't wet the bed in years! You should know ... "Keiko said after blushing strongly, Her problem was unknown to anyone outside her family but she had stopped wetting the bed only two years before except for some occasional event, which bothered her because she liked being considered great especially by her big sister who always seemed to her so mature and stoic, she had certainly never seen her have an accident. Half an hour after the sisters started watching the broadcast. -Click- The front door opened after being unlocked and a woman very similar to Miko, only older, walked in with an envelope in her hand. "Mom! You scared me!" Keiko said after hugging her older sister. "Moment of tension ruined," Miko thought and then greeted his mother: "Welcome back mom, How was your day at work? "All right except my colleague who kept calling me for every nonsense, he's new but if she keeps calling me Touko from here and Touko dillà I'll think she has a crush on me hahaha ... sorry, you girls instead? Did you eat?" Touko asked hoping not to have bored his daughters. "All right mum, I've finished the essay for sociology!" Keiko replied boasting. "And you Miko?" Touko asked smiling. "Everything ok ... Yawn ..." Miko replies to be interrupted by her own yawn and then said: "ah I'm tired I'm going to sleep because tomorrow I'm going to wake up early and see me with Hana a little before school" And then she got up from the sofa. "Remember to brush your teeth and go to the bathroom, after all, that cola!" The younger sister almost shouted. "Ahaha, Miko looks like you have a new big sister!" The mother said smiling at Keiko and then added "Goodnight darling see you tomorrow!" This time addressing the older sister. -Psssssssssssssss- "Ahhh" Miko sighed after emptying her bladder, as she went she wondered if she ever wets the bed for not going to the bathroom before sleeping, but she stopped thinking about it immediately after drying and pulling up her white panties and pants. pajamas. "Ah, Keiko must have leaned against the mirror ... strange it's very high up, did she do it on purpose?" Miko thought as she erased fingerprints on the bathroom mirror she had distractedly noticed after getting up from the toilet. Weekly Wetting / Messing Incident Statistics: Miko (0/0) Keiko (? /?) Touko (? /?) Supernatural Powers: Miko (?) End of Chapter 1
  23. Noticed YouTube has a number of self-hypnosis scrips to induce diaper or bed-wetting. I had not used any of video scrips during the previous discussion. Just watching a subtitled one without the audio I get the same sleepiness and tingling in my urethra I get when stimming does not quite work for me. Does anyone have experience with any of the YouTube scrips? Their effectiveness?
  24. (I've been slowly writing to finish my stories recently, and now that I have a schedule that works for me for working on stuff like this, I'm back on omorg after my long hiatus ^^) Chapter 1: A Witch's Mother ~~~~~~~~ It had been a slow day so far for Eliana, but one she was used to. She had started the day off with a few warmups, brewing some energizing potions with a few tea leaves and whatever else she could find, then moving on with a few simple incantations before she prepares for the main part of her day, trying to conjure up a magical bound spirit for the (possibly) fiftieth time. The warmups had gone well as normal, getting her body ready and used to casting magic, feeling the energy flow through her fingertips as she started with flicking on light switches and onto more stuff, such as lighting the fireplace to warm up the chilly house. Walking into one of her favorite rooms with a look of determination, she was all set. She had just prepared to conjure the spirit, using a carefully carved wand to help channel it more than her hands could do on their own. The room she was in was bright pink with plenty of childish and even infantile toys and furniture lying around. In fact, this morning she had barely awoken before turning her bed into a crib, an action that pleased her a bit more than she first thought it would. All the toys and such that had been strewn along the floor were pushed towards the walls as a wind began to pick up from the center of the room, Eliana's short skirt fluttering a little as the tip of her wand began to grow a bright pink. She closed her eyes as she whispered the spell she had been practicing for a while. "Ethereal mother of care, appear and treat thee fair, see thee as if of the fifth year, and to comfort before thee shed a tear" It was a tad simple sounding, if not a bit silly, but magic tended to work best the clearer it was. In fact, half of the work was coming up with the best phrase instead of actual magical power, though that still played a large part. Opening her eyes, Eliana was already prepared for disappointment before she saw a figure slowly form out of nothing, looking barely transparent and letting off a faint glow. The figure gently drifted down as their outfit grew more detailed, a long dress with a short apron that she seemed to already be taking off and setting on the changing table nearby. "Yes, I finally did it!" Eliana cheered, jumping into the air giggling. She had felt so lonely in this big stuffy house, and with the introduction of her new motherly figure, she hoped things would finally get a bit more interesting. She ran over to hug her new mommy, before feeling herself fall straight through her. "A-ah!" She shouted in surprise, using one of her arms to break her fall. "Oh my! Someone got a little too excited!" said a sweet, mature voice. The ghost mother's words seemed to sound like it was accompanied with a small gust of wind. "Are you alright little Eli?" She said, bending down and placing her hand on Eliana's arm, the woman's hand feeling cold yet nonexistent. For a second Eliana was surprised to hear a name, let alone a nickname from her newly summoned familiar, though it quickly dawned on her that familiars tend to summon in with a basic understanding of the one summoning them. "I-I am, thank you miss. I guess I made you too close to a ghost than a familiar." The woman giggled. "My little Eli sure has a wild imagination~" She responded, treating such a thing as a fantasy. "Come now, I don't know how you got ahold of such panties, but I haven't potty trained you yet." Eliana blushed as the ghost patted the changing table. "U-um..." Eliana muttered, trying to come up with a spell as she pointed her wand back at the ghost. "Become one with the physical realm!" she said, almost yelping as she felt her wand leaving her grasp. "I know you love playing witch a lot but you're not getting out of being padded that easily." The mother scolded, lifting the wand above her head. "Now hop up on the table before I have to put you up there myself." Her tone had gotten strict near the end, her free hand resting on her hip. Realizing she wouldn't get her wand back until after, and already enjoying the situation, Eliana climbed onto the changing mat, her face absolutely scarlet as the plastic crinkled beneath her hands. Her new mother smiled. "Good girl~ now first those panties..." The ghost mother said, gingerly sliding them down Eliana's legs. Then, as she held them up, Eliana was shocked to see them engulf in blue flames. "You won't need these anymore~ I have something more appropriate!" As the panties vanished in ethereal fire, the mother then pulled a big, thick, crinkly diaper that was white with yellow stars all over the front and back. "I-I kinda wanted to be big for a lil..." She said as her new mother shook their head. "You can try some other time, maybe in a couple weeks, but you and I both know why you have a changing table in your room still. Now lift your butt so I can pad you up~" Eliana did as she was told, and soon her mother slid the diaper under her as a bottle of powder floated in the air, a magical aura emanating from it as she was powdered and taped up rather quickly, "That wasn't too bad now, was it?" The mother gently lifted her blushy baby witch off the table, Eliana extremely embarrassed with the entire situation. "Not that I don't mind, ummmm, but I'm five, I don't need diapers!" With that, her mother tisked. "Sorry little one, but you wouldn't still have a crib, a changing table, all these diapers and blocks and such if you were past them." She bent down, patting her head. "But if you are able to tell mommy when you have to go potty next and you manage to make it, I'll see about letting you wear pullups, okay?" "Deal! I-I mean, yes mommy, thank you mommy." as much as Eliana enjoyed being treated so little, this wasn't quite the five-year-old she expected to be treated as. Before she could think of what to do next, her tummy rumbled, reminding Eliana that she hadn't even had breakfast yet. Her new mother was quick to chime in. “Sounds like someone's ready for numnums~ Why don't we head down to the kitchen, alright?” the ghost held her hand, nodding towards the door. With a blush and a gentle nod back, Eliana followed her to the kitchen. It was a simple yet large kitchen, with a big fridge and a decent amount of counter space. Past the counters was an average sized rectangular table with six chairs; they were not really expected with the size house they were in, but even the separate dining room was hardly necessary for a witch living on her own, and even that had been converted into a library full of grimoires, recipes, and other such reading material. Eliana climbed onto the chair, feeling small today with her rather large padding. The ghost on the other hand had been using her magic to levitate over what she needed, a glass being filled with apple juice as a knife peeling then chopping up a carrot were all floating passed Eliana. 'I may have summoned a more powerful familiar than I expected...' she pondered as the glass was gently placed in front of her with a bowl filled with the carrot slices. “How did you know where everything was?” She asked, her ghost mommy sitting beside her. “Simple~ Just the walk down here allowed me to map out the entire house in my head, it's a rather simple spell for someone such as myself, you'll learn when you're older.” Eliana pouted, taking a big sip of her apple juice. “Well um, thanks mommy.” She mumbled. A little of the juice spilled from her lip, and her mother seemed to already be coming up with another idea. With a flick of her wrist, a small light hit the glass, instantly turning it into a sippy cup. Eliana let out a cry of surprise, almost falling out of the chair before another spell had hit that as well, transforming it into a highchair. “I always forget, little ones are a bit too small for a normal chair and cup.” she placed her elbow on the table, her head gently resting on her hand as a smile crossed her face. “Does mommy need to feed you the carrots too, or do you think you can eat them all on your own without dropping them?” Getting a bit fussy, Eliana sat up in her chair, though not much before lightly hitting the tray. “I can do it on my own, you just surprised me is all!” she sat back down, crossing her arms grumpily as she noticed her new caretaker handing her the bowl. “Well that's fine then dear, we can let you try your best eating on your own~” Eliana quickly went about finishing her carrots and apple juice (though not so quick that she would drop anything). Her cheeks remained a noticeable red through the whole process, half just from the ghost mom's “Awww~”, “So cute~”, and “You make mommy so proud!” being cooed from across the table. After the familiar wiped Eliana’s almost spotless face clean (eliciting a pout from Eliana), the ghost mommy helped her out of the highchair, even handing back the wand. “Now, I’m gonna let you have some play time while mommy cleans up, doesn’t that sound wonderful?” “Y-yeahhhhh.” Eliana soon walked over to the living room. It was a rather spacious one too, with plenty of place to play, a closet towards the front door, a fireplace, even a toy chest right beside a rocking chair and couch, with the latter flanked with end tables. Now that she looked again, Eliana realized something else was on the wall, just above the fireplace, a TV! Most of the money Eliana got from doing side jobs with her magic had been spent on just getting this place barely repaired, and even then, the third floor and attic were completely barren, save for the new wooden support beams a contrast to some of the rotting walls. She didn’t have the magical energy nor the prowess to have been able to conjure such a complicated device, let alone the funds to purchase one. “She really is more powerful than me, I’ve never heard of a witch being so outmatched by her familiar from the get-go…” As curious as she was, she looked for a remote before flipping it on, the vibrant colours of morning cartoons lighting up the room. After slipping her wand in a specially made loop in her skirt, she soon found herself rummaging through the toy chest for some building blocks, her eyes flicking between the cartoons and the blocks every so often. It was so fun building the foundation before towering up with all her blocks, making it as high as she could before the unsteady structure toppled over and she was left giggling loudly. Just before she started to build one anew, she glanced behind her to look for more blocks, her attention soon drifting from the toy chest to the ghost sitting peacefully in the rocking chair. The familiar gave a smile and a wave. “Enjoying yourself sweetie?” “Oh! Um um, yes! I’m having lots of fun!” She pointed over to the TV. “Thanks for getting me that! The most advanced thing I have is an old laptop and a cracked phone.” “Of course honey, anything for my little witch in training~” this elicited a pout from Eliana, but she had to admit, she still had much to learn. Soon however, Eliana was back to building with her blocks, not without already letting out a bit of a yawn. Eliana must have used more magic than she originally thought, though even if she hadn’t, she still understood a good amount of magical energy had to have left her body to conjure up a familiar, let alone one with so much magical prowess. As these thoughts were filling her head, she found herself absentmindedly rubbing one of her eyes while her other hand with the block had dropped said block nowhere near the tower. “Aw, honey, here…” The ghost mommy levitated the sleepy girl a little before her ethereal arms held her ever so close. “Need a little nap?” “M-maybe a little, thankchuu…” she was already closing her eyes as she hugged close to the ghost, here eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open any longer.
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