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  1. 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?
  2. Alex is the main character of this first 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
  3. 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".
  4. 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.
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  6. 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.
  7. I know I have seen thousands of posts along the lines of this topic but I am curious to ask people a little bit about their finds with hypnosis wetting anywhere across the internet. I am hoping to find videos more so where the results of the hypnosis are shown rather than having it done to myself. I have my own preferred methods of being hypnotized so most videos are less effective on me. And for anime. I know out there exists a great number of animes where a girl ends up peeing themselves. However most of the ones I have found are done in a fashion I personally don't agree with. I don't like when my personal fetishes are associated with torment or with anything of the sort in way of someone peeing themselves from fear. I was wondering if anyone had a list of more SFW, or not hentai related scenes where peeing happens?
  8. do any of you have any working incontinence hypnosis videos? i think it might be exciting to experience genuine incontinence because i have next weekend alone. if you have any, post them here, id love to see if any are legitimate.
  9. You are in control of a cute girl with omorashi themed powers! Please choose: Name: Age: (Not too young) Appearance: (Body type, hair color, ect) Personality: (shy, lewd, ect) Background information: Bladder size: (ex: small, medium, large [more detail than this]) And, of course, her powers! Some ideas include: Being able too see desperation, can transfer bladders, desperation control, ect (she can have two of these) (She automatically has mild mind control powers) Ect: Majority will usually win, if the vote is 3/4 or greater, if not I will randomize This is my very first story, so feel free to give me advice!
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    Here we have a girl under some kind of hypnosis. She’s not only lost control of her mind but also her body. She even lost control of her bladder.
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  13. Hello, this is my first fanfiction, and is about pokemon legends arceus, obviusly there are spoilers about the game. i'm italian so if my grammar isn't perfect just ignore it. Akari wake up early that morning, she have to do some missions to the Alabaster icelands. The previous day she bought some snow closets and she was ready to leave. but not before she check her team: Hisuian samurott Gardevoir Loupunny Hisuian lilligant Froslass hisuian arcanine when she arrives, she noticed that she forgot to pee, but she forget abaut again. after a big trouble with an alpha pokemon and a space-time distorsion the bladder start to become very full. she decidet to return at the village, but she knew that if she summoned braviary she would wet herself. so she run to the base. she he couldn't pee in a brush because it was very cold. suddenly a graveler attacked her, forcing her to use samurott. But with his hydro pump she was ready to use it too. She run away while she was leaking a little bit. But she stumbled and fell into a pile of snow. At this point she could not take it any longer, when she use hydro pump in her underwear, she feel better and warm. After she finish to pee, she check her snow pants, from outside no one could tell that she was wet. She return home, and she change herself. But... To be continued
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  15. 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.
  16. 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.
  17. Chapter 1: 1979 The gavel came down. Her blood ran cold. She was only following orders! Her country's orders! How could her own government do this to her? After all the years of loyal service! Dishonorably discharged? The shock was quickly being replaced by anger. All her medals, accommodations, even her fucking pension! Gone in the blink of an eye. Why? She felt a gentle hand on her back. She shook it off. "I'm sorry," The man said. He collected the papers strewn across the desk, and placed them in his briefcase. "The wars over now. The governments trying to sweep their dirty secrets under the rug and save face." "Why was I the scapegoat? I wasn't even the head of Midnight Climax! That was Gottlieb, the bastard!" The woman hissed. Her lawyer raised his head, his eyes full of sympathy. Another wave of rage. She didn't want his good for nothing sympathy! "You know why." He said. She gritted her teeth. "The bodies were starting to pile up, and you were an easy target to pin it on. You're lucky you weren't given serious jail time! Take the slap on the wrist I got for you and start the next chapter of your life." 40 years later The sun was beginning to rise over Sunny Acres Retirement Village located near Berkley University. Beatrice was already up and shuffling around in her blue striped pajamas and pink bunny eared slippers. She had just started a pot of coffee in Ol’ Reliable, an old Mr. Coffee she had picked up in a yard sale. Forget that fancy Keurig thing Darlene, her old washed up Southern Debutant roommate, kept trying to push on her. Beatrice took a long sip and smacked her lips. Ahh, today was the day. She could feel it. She patted her stomach. Nothing like a hot cup of coffee to wake up the bowels. This is your final eviction notice. She was about to grab for the newspapers' crossword puzzle but froze. There was a sound outside her front door. Something that sounded like jangling keys. She hoped Darlene hadn’t been sleepwalking again. Last time they had found her out by the guard house in nothing but her Depends, sashaying back and forth as if she was on a runway, in front of a very traumatized security guard. Gracie and Beatrice had had to come and collect her, wake her up, and not so gently remind her, “No one wants to see you in your skivvies when your tata’s swing down past your belly button.” Gracie, or Dr. Ambrose as she liked to be called, had slipped the poor security boy her business card. “If you need help forgetting.” Gracie had said with a wink. The only way that poor lad’s mind would ever be purged of Darlene’s, wrinkly old pendulums of Disease and Despair would be the sweet relief of death. Beatrice rolled her eyes. “Dr. Ambrose” the retired hypnotist/ tarot card reader/ resident nut job. Their housing unit was full of her, “healing crystals” and, essential oils for every ailment. The only thing they had ever done for Beatrice was make her smell like peppermint, and she hated peppermint. There it was again! The sound of keys rattling in the lock, followed by the sound of, Beatrice frowned, splashing water? She crept to the peephole and peered into it. Her eyes widened. Instead of a half-naked Darlene, there was a young black haired woman teetering and swaying on the walkway. “Kaaattieeee,” the young woman moaned. She appeared to be on a cellphone, but she was holding it backwards to her ear, case first. “Let me innn, Kathie, I have to pee! Pleeeassseeee.” She wailed. This woman was drunk off her rocker! “If you don’t let me in I’m peeing on the lawn!” Ohh, don’t you dare! George worked so hard on that lawn! “That’s it!” The woman said. “I’m-aww shit!” Beatrice could make out a dark circle forming underneath her on the concrete. Beatrice pinched her nose. Maybe if she called George, he could turn on the sprinklers and maybe that would chase her away. “What are you doing, Bea?” a voice said behind her. She spun around to find Darlene in her bathrobe, and about 20 pink curlers in her hair, making her appear like an eldritch monster out of Greek mythology. She was almost sure if she cut off one curler, two more would grow in its place. “There’s a crazy person on our front lawn.” Beatrice said. “Let me see,” Darlene scooted over and peeped through the hole. “I don’t see anyone.” She nudged Darlene out of the way, and looked through the hole. She was right. The mystery woman was gone. Nothing but the wet circle on the pavement. “She peed on our walkway.” Beatrice said. “Seriously? Is she okay? Shouldn’t we check on her?” Darlene ripped the door open before Beatrice could protest and stepped outside. “Eww, what did I just step in?” Urine wasn’t the only gift the woman had left it seemed, and Darlene had just stepped in it. Barefoot. Darlene let out a horrified screech confirming Beatrice's suspicions of an Eldritch bloodline. Vomit coated the welcome mat and front door, and a pair of keys that didn’t even come close to fitting in the lock had been forced in and were dangling. Beatrice watched in amusement as Darlene hurried over to the grass and began dragging her feet while muttering under her breath words that were unbecoming of a southern bell. “Eww eww eww ew-” Darlene froze mid chant. “Bea, I think I found the culprit, come here.” Beatrice scowled, before taking a large step over the pile of sick and stood beside Darlene. She looked where she was pointing. There, by the guest window, was an unconscious woman, face first, and ass up in the flower bed, mooning the neighborhood. “Where’s her panties?” Darlene asked. Beatrice shrugged. “She might have taken them off after getting them wet.” They stood beside her, trying to decide what to do. “Well we can’t leave her like this exposed!” Darlene said. “The poor thing, let's bring her inside.” “Are you crazy? We can’t just bring a stranger into our home.” “Where’s your sense of hospitality?” “You’re not in Georgia anymore, Darlene. We don’t show southern hospitality, we show Californian hospitality. If anyone shows up unannounced on our doorstep, we don’t invite them in, or in your case, invite them in and sleep with them. We blast them with the garden hose until they leave.” “I do not sleep with random strangers that show up on my doorstep!” Darlene insisted, but in a much lower voice added, “anymore.” “Wasn’t that how you met husband number, hmm what was it, number three or number four?” “He was a door-to-door salesman.” Darlene said. “My second husband, Richard, may he rest in peace.” Beatrice watched as Darlene kneeled down in the grass and rested her hand on the woman’s back. “Sweet Pea, are you okay?” The woman let out a muffled groan into the dirt. “Bea, help me get her sitting up.” Between the two of them, they managed to get her into a sitting position, with her back against the house. Beatrice was surprised to discover this wasn’t some woman, it was a girl! She doubted she was even old enough to drink. She couldn’t be positively sure with a face full of dirt, but she was almost sure she was a university student. “Maybe we should bring her in.” Beatrice admitted. “Someone might have spiked her drink. We shouldn’t leave her alone.” It was difficult, but between the two of them, they managed to hoist her up by the armpits, and drag her inside. By then, Gracie was in the kitchen and nearly dropped her spatula when they dragged the girl inside past her. “What on earth!” Gracie said. “Help us get her into the spare room!” Beatrice said. Gracie rushed ahead and opened the bedroom door, and the three of them managed to get her into bed with great difficulty, almost dropping her in the process. “My back.” Gracie groaned. “My knees!” Beatrice said. “My hair!” The other two glared at Darlene for a moment before turning their attention back to the girl. “We should get her undressed.” Darlene said. “You’ve already had six husbands, are you trying for a wife now?” Beatrice asked. She left the room for a moment and came back out with a damp wash cloth. “Let me put her under, I can find out what happened to her.” Gracie volunteered. Both Beatrice and Darlene rolled their eyes. “Put her under? She’s out cold!” Beatrice said. She gently wiped the dirt off the girl's face, revealing a gash by her left eyebrow. Next she unbuttoned the girl's white top. “What in the world?” The three of them bent over and stared, each with a puzzled expression. There were wires running throughout her bra. Darlene picked up a small white remote and turned a knob. “Oooh.” The three of them chanted, now transfixed. LED lights began to flash in different colored patterns on her skin. “Oh my God!” Gracie said. “She’s loaded!” She held up a massive wad of cash she had fished out of a black purse. “Where did you get that?” Beatrice asked, looking at the bag. “The front yard, I figured it was hers.” “Hello, wife number one. Oww! I was kidding!” Darlene said, rubbing the back of her head. Gracie dug through the bag some more before pulling out a wallet. She opened it to reveal a University I.D. as well as a Driver's license for a Courtney Flower’s, age nineteen. “Huh, a goat.” “A goat?” Darlene asked. “Chinese Zodiac sign based on the year you were born. It’s supposed to say a lot about your personality. Goats tend to be more reserved and shy, not the type to light up their titties at a party.” “Ohh, what’s mine?” Darlene asked. “Sorry, raging whore isn’t one of the listed symbols.” Beatrice answered. “Neither is an alcoholic!” Darlene said. “I’m not an alcoholic, I’m a drunk, there’s a difference.” Beatrice said, sliding off Courtney’s skirt in order to clean the urine off her legs. “Alcoholics go to meetings.” She gently wiped down her thighs, but when she got to her more intimate area she stopped. “There’s something inside her.” “What do you mean?” Gracie asked. “Like a tampon?” “No, I don’t think so.” She pressed down lightly on her pelvis. She could feel a bulge. She put a finger down and traced the opening. Beatrice could feel plastic sticking out. “Let’s see what’s behind door number one. “ She pulled on it and out came a cord of individually wrapped powders and pills, resembling a small version of a Leigh people wore to graduations with candy and money inside. “Oh boy.” “That would explain the money.” Gracie said, a disgusted look on her face. “And to think I was worried about a drug dealer!” “Ohh, is that Oxycodone? My prescriptions almost out and I-” Beatrice held it away from Darlene. “She’s not out of the clear yet.” Beatrice said, examining one of the bags. “Looks like one of them broke open. That’s why she’s out cold. It doesn’t look like much though. I think she’s just high right now. These look like individual doses.” “So if she’s a drug dealer, should we call the police?” Darlene asked. “I’m sorry, I was wrong about you.” Beatrice said. “There is a Zodiac symbol for you after all.” “Oh yeah?” Darlene asked, intrigued. “What’s that?” “A rat.” ………. Beatrice looked up from her chair as Courtney began to groan. “How are you feeling?” Beatrice asked, her voice gentle and soft. “My head.” The girl groaned, putting a hand up on her forehead. Beatrice couldn’t blame her. Between whatever had been in her system, and “Dr. Ambrose” burning incense, sage, and lighting aromatherapy candles, even Beatrice had a headache. She couldn’t sympathize much though. She held up the link of drugs. “Why don’t you start by explaining these?” Beatrice watched Courtney’s face go white, followed by red. She wondered if she’d try denying they were hers, kind of hard to do considering where she had found them. “Did you pull those out of me?! What the hell? What gave you the right to inva-” Beatrice held up a hand. “This one broke inside you.” She pointed to a half empty link with a hole in it. “What was it?” “L.S.D.” Courtney admitted after a moment. “Where are my clothes? What am I wearing?” “You soiled yourself.” Beatrice watched with some amusement as Courtney’s face turned a shade of red. “So you were dressed appropriately.” “Is this a diaper?” She asked. “Yes. Now stay here while I speak to the others.” Beatrice got up and left the room. Now that she knew Courtney was fine, physically anyway, she didn’t care anymore. They had looked at her, what’s-it-called page to learn more than enough about her. She wasn’t a victim of a trafficking crime, she was a troubled young lady. She met with the other two in the living room and explained the situation. “Can I? Please? We can reform her!” Gracie said. Doctor Placebo was begging to get to work. “She’s just a baby!” “Do what you want.” Beatrice shrugged, before stopping in her tracks. “How do I look?” Darlene asked, a large grin on her face. Underneath her tank top was glowing and flashing string of lights. “You’re not fooling anyone. We all know your nipples are about 3 feet lower than that.” When Beatrice went back into the room, she was greeted by a very disoriented looking Courtney, who kept staring at her hands. “You ever notice how strange fingers look?” She said wiggling them around in front of her face. Beatrice would have been more concerned about being naked in a stranger's house while caught with drugs on her person, but sure, let's go with fingers. Clearly she wasn’t quite sober yet. It would sure make getting consent a hell of a lot easier, and it's not like anything would happen. It was just a formality for Dr. Placebo, so she could feel more official in her old age. Beatrice cleared her throat. “Umm, Courtney,” “Is that me?” the girl asked. Beatrice sighed and nodded her head as the young woman began to chant her name in different ways, putting more emphasis on different syllables each time. Beatrice opened the old video camera, set it on the tripod and began to record. “Courtney, do we have your consent to place you under hypnosis?” Courtney looked up, a blank expression on her face. “Can I eat it?” It was then that Gracie entered, followed by Darlene. Yes, let her explain her crackhead idea. All Beatrice could chalk it up to was Gracie having lost a few too many brain cells during Woodstock. She still couldn’t believe people actually used to pay her for this. Enough people in fact, that she had made an entire career out of it. Beatrice had her doubts about Gracie having a doctorate, she honestly thought it was all just a stage name. “We’re just going to give your subconsciousness a few suggestions, that’s all. Just to help you relax and ride out the high in a safe place. Is that okay?” Gracie asked, after she had gone on a long-winded version of what she did and the “benefits” of sleeping next to a chunk of amethyst while Mercury was in retrograde this week. Beatrice had a habit of spacing out during her ramblings, only coming to when Courtney had given her consent. How Gracie had gotten the young lady to look into the camera, state her name, age, and have her give her consent, when Courtney a minute ago looked like she believed the creases in her fingers held tomorrow night's winning power ball numbers was beyond Beatrice’s understanding. That woman was on all a whole other wave length. Maybe if she herself was on drugs, Gracie would also make sense to her too. The Bailey’s she had added to her coffee clearly wasn’t enough. Tick tick tick went the metronome. The room had gone silent. The curtains had been drawn to give the room a more serious yet relaxing ambiance. Gracie’s voice had gotten much softer. No longer shrill and keyed up, it dropped to a steady and monotonous tone. Beatrice wished she’d always talk like that. It was kind of nice. Tick. Tick. Tick. The steady rhythm was making Beatrice herself feel drowsy just from watching. A tingling was beginning to run from her head to her hands and down her torso, and she found it rather pleasant. She shook her head to stay alert. “Courtney,” Gracie said. “Relax and listen to the steady rhythm. That’s it. Good girl. Keep relaxing.” Beatrice watched as she sat down on the bed next to the young woman. “Now I’m going to count from five down to zero, and when I reach zero I want you to consciously relax every muscle in your shoulders and neck.” Beatrice listened as Gracie began. Once she hit zero she went on. “Feel the tension drain. The muscles are loosening. All the stress you’ve been carrying around is ebbing away, leaving you feeling light and relaxed.” Beatrice rolled her own shoulders around as Gracie instructed Courtney to do the same. She watched her give similar instructions and talk downs to her face, stomach, back and legs. Even Darlene was beginning to wobble on her feet. “Your head wants to fall forward. Let it.” Beatrice was surprised to see Courtney’s head fall forward as if it was dead weight. “Now, I am no longer speaking to the Courtney of the present sitting here in this bed. I am speaking to the Courtney of the past, the purest form of Courtney full of innocence and light. The Courtney deep inside. I would like for that Courtney to come forward now.” Beatrice watched shell shocked as a high-pitched giggle escaped the girls lips. “Yes, that’s it. I want to spend time with that Courtney, at the age before the corruption, when you still held hope for your life and future. You’re so tired of the life you’ve been living. It’s so hard and stressful. You feel your desire to lead that life slip away just like the tension in your body.” The room was quiet. They all held their breaths as the metronome kept on ticking. “Once I count down from five, this other Courtney, this innocent Courtney full of light and love will be in control and no one else. Keep her in the forefront of your mind. Here we go…five…four…” Beatrice wasn’t expecting much. Maybe she’d have a little less attitude for a few days. “Three…two…” Placebo was a powerful thing after all, but it only worked if you believed it would. “One.” She wondered what age Courtney was when she had all her innocence, before she knew about drugs, alcohol, and sex. 14? 15? “Zero.” Gracie snapped her fingers. The girl looked up. Beatrice, Darlene, and even Gracie were left speechless. A wide, dopey grin was on Courtney’s face and…not much else. Her green eyes were wide with wonder as she took them all in. A trail of drool made its way out of the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and blew a very wet raspberry before giggling and clapping her hands and sticking a few of her fingers into her mouth. The women stared in shock. “I think you may have gone back a little too far.” Beatrice said, barely above a whisper.
  18. 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.
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  21. 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
  22. “So this is my story. My name is jasmine I’m 19 years old and recently I’ve had minor problems wetting the bed, having had 5 or 6 accident the last month. So now my parents have forced me to see this dumb hypnotist they’ve found online to try making it all stop. God, they’re so embarrassing” Me “Mom can we please hurry and get it over with already?” Mom “sure hunny, we’re leaving in a few minutes to see your new hypnotist. Just go out and wait in the car” I sighed and walked out to wait. I think I sat there for a few minutes and waited, but in reality it felt like an hour. As my mom got out to drive I asked “how far away is it?” She responded it was only a few miles out of town, a 10 minute drive at most. On the way there I sat on my phone watching TikToks to pass time and before I knew, we had arrived. The hypnotist lived in a small yellow house in a big harden surrounded by a hedge. As we walked towards her entrance I felt myself getting nervous. I walked behind my mother to let her do the talking. she rang on the doorbell *1 minute passes she rang again *2 minutes passes around the corner a petite blonde girl shows up “sorry the door bell is broken. You must be jasmine. I’ve heard a lot about you” she smiles “I’m sure we can get rid of your accidents” she makes a gesture that I should follow her i blush and look at my mom who says “go ahead your 19, you can do this on your own” i followed the girl into her house noticing a nice armchair prepared for me. “Just sit here” she says “do you want anything to drink before our session?” i shake my head. “that’s alright just get comfortable and I’ll see what I can do to your bedwettings” I sat down and closed my eyes and took some deep breaths Her “ okay open your eyes and follow my pen. Watch it going left. Right. Left. Right. Feel how your eyes are getting tired and heavy. Soon you’ll be under my control. I follow the pen feeling the effects of her words as I struggle to stay awake and everything turns dark In my subconscious “listen to my words dear. Your mother told me you started wetting the bed again. 5 times in the last 4 weeks. We can’t have that honey. That’s not remotely enough. I think you can easily double that amount and not only can you, you are going to do so too and the first accident will be tonight. Furthermore, you’d refuse wearing diapers for now, they’re for kids and you’re a big girl who just got “help” getting rid of bedwetting accidents. When you wake up you won’t remember anything I just said, in stead you’ll think I stoped your accidents jasmine. Open your eyes and wake up”
  23. Lily found herself in the middle of a magical arena. The chants of the crowd overwhelmed any other sound, cheering for their champion: Allegra, the Enchanter, a tall blonde elvish girl, standing in front of Lily. Lily stroke a defensive pose, as she prepared to face her opponent. "Allegra!" she said "This time will not be the same as the last time!" Allegra laughed loudly, covering her mouth. "Oh, little Lily, do you honestly believe a puny human like you stands any semblance of a chance?" "I'll show you who's puny!" Lily responded, angrily "Take this! Magic Missile!" Lily's wand pointed at Allegra and shot 5 bullets of light at the elf. Allegra stood in place, not even trying to evade them. "Shield." She put her palms towards the bullets, quickly deflecting 4 of them. However, the last one managed to leave a small cut on her face. Allegra touched her injury and looked at Lily with fury. "Well, then, it's my turn!" Her eyes and hair started to shine with a blue light, as Lily saw an arcane circle forming around her. "Now, how should I punish you for ruining my perfect face?... Oh, I know!" Allegra smirked, as Lily's eyes became blank and her body stiff. "Now... Urinate." Lily struggled to break from the enchanting hold, trying to keep her bladder from releasing. But Allegra's magic was too strong, and she quickly felt the warm liquid spreading through her clothes. "N-no..." Lily mumbled, as the crowd erupted in laughter. The laughter, however, started to turn into a sharp, loud noise. "Riiiiiiiing" The alarm went. Lily woke up suddenly, hitting her head against the top bunk. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" she said, rubbing her head. "Did you have to be so annoying?" she asked. "You can be so obnoxious, Ai" The alarm transformed into a greenish humanoid, a shifter, called Ai. "Obnoxious?" Ai responded, offended. "It's more obnoxious to sleep all morning when today is Magic Demonstration day. You should be thanking me!" "Oh my Grok! I COMPLETELY FORGOT!" Lily screamed. "Why didn't you wake me up before?! This is a very important-" Lily lifted up her covers, revealing a wet patch surrounding the area under her crotch. "Yikes." said Ai. "I didn't know you were a bedwetter." "I-I'm not!" Lily replied, blushing heavily. "T-this never h-happened before. I must be anxious about Demonstration day. Yeah! It was just a one time thing because of anxiety!" "Whatever you say, girl." I'll be in the top bunk working on my transmutation homework in case you need me." They said, before turning into a RC helicopter that flew to the top bunk. "I should clean this..." Lily thought to herself. "But... It's getting late, and it would be too embarrassing to have everyone see my futon drying..." __________________________________ What should Lily do? A. Clean it, it's disgusting. B. Just change yourself and go. What's the worst that could happen? C. Try one of the cleansing spells you learnt last year... Although it might be dangerous... D. Ask Ai to transmutate it somehow. E. Other.
  24. It’s no secret I have a diaper and hypnosis fetish. I have a fantasy of being incontinent when diapered no doubt a psychologist would struggle to explain. I hold I release and I mess in diapers listening to hypnosis but it’s my dirty little secret. I wear at home but recently I was unable to as I can’t wear at work. So for a few weeks I wasn’t diapered and no hypno or diaper play for me. Today was the first day back working from home and I remembered my diapers I suddenly couldn’t wait to feel that padding against my skin and my sensitive areas and so indulged. What got me was that possibly the years of hypnosis had kicked in and triggered something. Within seconds of the diaper coming on I felt tingly and a wave of intense arousal hit me. I went back to my computer and tried to focus on an e-mail and suddenly without warning completely flooded my diaper. It feels amazing, I feel on the brink of squirting and I can’t remember if I needed the bathroom before I put them in. I feel submissive aroused and completely content that I am no longer in control of my body.
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